#but then this came up and i decided yes.. ice cream au it is

[wonderjanga]

Marvel Eating Random Things

I love allllllllll the Billy eating random things as Marvel posts/headcanons. I don’t know why. I just love it. I love unhinged Marvel soooo much. But what if we took it one step further and had Marvel eat anything, including living creatures. Also, I’m gonna connect this to the Marvel being a Good Cook post. In that post, he’s just a good cook basically.

Flash: *passed out on the floor of the kitchen in a hypoglycemic coma*

Marvel: *walks into the kitchen and stops dead in his tracks* “Wally?” *walks over and prods him with his shoe* “Are you dead?” *kneels down to sniff him* “Can I eat you?”

Flash: *groans*

Marvel: *stands up* “Oh, thank the gods.” *picks Wally up to take him to the medbay* “Come on, bud. Let’s see if we can fix you up.”

A little bit later…

Flash: *on a medical cot and wakes up*

Marvel: *nearby, doing a crossword puzzle*

Flash: *sees Marvel* “Cap?”

Marvel: “Yes?” *fills in one of the words on the puzzle*

Flash: “Did you… Did you ask if you could eat me?”

Marvel: “Nope.”

Flash: “Yeah, that’s what I thought. It’s just I swear I heard you say something like that.” *sits up, stomach rumbling*

Marvel: “You were pretty knocked out, man. I don’t remember saying that.” *puts crossword down* “Why don’t we get something to eat? Like chili dogs or burgers or something?”

Flash: “Sounds great.” *gets off the cot so they can head to the zetas*

He gaslit, gatekeeped, and girlbossed. He’s also done this to multiple leaguers by the way. One of them was Batman who now has a recording of Billy asking if he could eat him. Bruce listened to it a solid ten times because in this AU, he knows next to nothing about Marvel, and now, because of this recording, he’s wondering if Marvel is, or was even human.

Then, there was the time him and Wonder Woman went together to wrangle some demons back into Tartarus. Unfortunately, one of the demons died during the process and didn’t make it back into the gates. So, now Diana and Billy were stuck with a demon corpse.

Diana: *looking at the corpse* “What should we do with it?”

Marvel: *also looking at the corpse* “Hmm… I have an idea.”

Diana: “Oh? Could you sha-” *now sees Marvel in his little lightning bolt apron and chef hat* “Why’re you dressed like that?”

Marvel: “I like to get into it.” *starts pulling salt, pepper, paprika, Goya Adobo, basically a bunch of seasonings out of his pocket dimension*

Diana: “Cap…? Cap. You can’t seriously be suggesting we eat the demon?”

Marvel: “I’m not suggesting anything. I’m just politely telling you that it’s one, delicious, and two also delicious.” *conjures up a giant, demon-sized, floating frying pan from nowhere with a fire underneath it*

Diana: *watches as Marvel picks the demon up, puts it in the pan, and starts seasoning*

She does end up eating some of the demon later with Marvel. Though she swore she would “never do it again.” But, when she heard Marvel tell her of a demon that tastes like hard candy when you mix its body with a certain magical herb, she wouldn’t admit it, but she had second thoughts. Those second thoughts amped up when he told her they were really good to eat with ice cream.

Then, there was the time with Aquaman. He came over to Atlantis because he wanted to see Aquaman’s sea creatures. His school had a field trip to the aquarium and he not only did he not have an adult to sign the permission slip, he also didn’t have enough money to pay the fare. Thankfully, Billy’s Marvel form didn’t need to breathe so he could go underwater just fine. Meanwhile, Arthur was just happy to yap about the sea creatures to and listen intently and ask questions and all that. Unfortunately, some mermaids swam up and decided to ruin their fun. Now, you see, they were sort of fighting them in an underwater cave and all the fighting caused a piece of rubble to come loose and fall on one of the mermaids, killing her. This caused the rest of them to run.

Aquaman: “Alright, back to the tour.” *sees Marvel casually sawing off the mermaid’s tail* “What’re you doing, man?”

Marvel: “I’m gonna eat this later.” *holds the mermaid tail up, shaking it a little*

Aquaman: “Oh. Cool. Can I have some?”

Marvel: “Sure, I can make it when our tours done.” *puts the mermaid tail in his pocket dimension*

Aquaman: “Nice, I’ll bring some Atlantean mead.”

Later…

Marvel and Aquaman: *both munching on mermaid tail*

Aquaman: “This really good!” *grabs some mead to drink down his mouthful of fish*

Marvel: “Thanks.” *munches on fish* “You know, I was surprised you wanted to eat this.”

Aquaman: “Why?”

Marvel: “You can talk to fish right? So, if you were to go to an aquarium, wouldn’t you hear some fish screaming to be let out or something?”

Aquaman: “Geez, I haven’t been to an aquarium since I was a kid.” *sounding nostalgic* “But nah, they normally just chill.”

Marvel: “I haven’t been to one ever. And really? Huh.” *munches on fish more* “But I guess what I’m really asking is if you’re sensitive about eating fish or not.”

Aquaman: “Nah, not really. In this great big sea, what did you think the main source of protein was? Plus, this is mermaid, it’s only technically fish.”

Marvel: *shrugs* “So is that a no? You don’t care about eating fish?”

Aquaman: *nods head as he drinks more mead* “It’s a no.”

Marvel: “Sweet! Cause I have a bunch of fish recipes I wanna try out.”

About an hour after this, Marvel had to help Aquaman home since the Atlantean challenged him to a drinking contest, not knowing the Captain couldn’t get drunk. Mera had a brow raised at Billy judgmentally the entire time he explained why he came home with her husband black out drunk.

[facioleeknow]

The art of pleasure ch.3

Mars ° Seo Changbin

When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It’s only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?

Genre: College AU, SMUT 18+ ONLY wc: 1.4k+

Warnings: fraternity skz, inexperienced reader, experienced changbin, oral m receiving, fancy dinner, alcohol mention, rich changbin, car sex in a way, coke can cock changbin

Chris-py boy <3:

How was it? Did he treat you well?

Damn he got you good mh

Are you alive?

Y/N????

I’m coming over

The activities with Minho had left you exhausted, both physically and mentally. Trying new things had always been tiring for you and paired with the physical tiredness, it wasn’t a surprise that you passed out as soon as you came home from the little date you two had. Minho had been kind and gentle through the whole date, his behavior perfectly gentlemanly. The words and touches and words you shared had left a warm feeling inside your belly that expanded and cradled you to sleep quickly. So you weren’t even a tad bit surprised when you woke up still with your clothes on, on top of your bed, what did surprise you was the arm that was around your shoulders and the warm chest your head laid on. An inhuman scream ripped from your throat.

“Why are you screaming?” a familiar voice.

“Why am I screaming? Why the hell are you here Chris??” you tried to pull yourself together, he was your best friend but he was still a hot guy in your bed.

“I texted you but you didn’t answer, I got worried.” You laid your head on him once again, your cheek squished against his hard body.

“Everything went well. Minho was very nice and kind,” you paused, thinking how to phrase your next thought, “he seems pretty skilled, if you know what I mean.” Thankfully he wasn’t looking at you, because he would’ve seen a look of pure embarrassment.

“He is, once we shared and the girl couldn’t stop talking about what he could do with his mouth,” Chan said nonchalantly, that man really had no shame.

“You have shared girls before me? And here I was thinking I was special,” you half joked.

“You are, we usually don’t invite the girls for ice cream after we fuck,” he giggled.

“Yeah alright mister playboy, get out of my room, I need sleep.”

The start of the week was always chaotic, but after your little weekend treat it seemed even worse than usual. Lessons had been so hard and draining that the only thing you could do once you got back to your room was study and sleep. When you woke up to start another day the cycle continued. Lessons, study, sleep. By the time Thursday rolled around you needed a long awaited break.

Unknown number:

Hey, this is Changbin 

I was wondering if I could take you out tonight and then have our lesson 

The repeated pings from your phone broke the atmosphere of focus and desperation that filled the room. 

‘Shit the lessons, I forgot,’ you thought.

You:

Hey Changbin

Yes, tonight works for me, do you have a place in mind??

Changbin:

It's a surprise eheh, wear something fancy

See you tonight

The secrecy was killing you. The books were quickly pushed aside to make space for new more pressing matters. Suddenly your wardrobe felt empty and nothing looked good on you. You hated fashion emergencies.

By the time you had pulled yourself together, it was time to leave. Changbin was already waiting for you in front of your dorm, in a black expensive looking car.

“Hey, thank you for picking me up,” you greeted as soon as you got inside. He looked absolutely breathtaking. Black slacks and a white button up hugged his muscles in all the right places, his sleeves were rolled over your forearms so deliciously that you almost asked him to skip the dinner. Almost.

“I couldn't let a lady walk alone in the dark,” Changing offered you a smile before driving away. Seeing the world from inside a stupidly expensive car was a whole new experience, so good that you spent the whole journey gawking out of the window. You felt almost sad  when the car stopped in front of a restaurant that looked too expensive to exist. 

In a matter of seconds Changbin was at your door opening it for you. 

“Thank you.”

After helping you out, Changbin gently placed his warm hand on the small of your back, giving you enough time to push him away. You didn't, it was comforting, you liked the feeling of his hands on your body.

The inside of the restaurant was even more dashing, everything tied together beautifully. You felt out of place but at home at the same time thanks to the man at your side. Your thoughts swirled and filled your head so much that you only realized that you had arrived at your table when Changbin gently pushed a glass of champagne against your hand.

“To you and how beautiful you look tonight,” he raised his glass.

“Thank you for all of this Changbin.” Your glasses clinked together.

Changbin was funny and respectful on top of being stupid hot. He made you laugh and the dinner passed in a blur of exquisite food and teary laughs.

“I had a good time tonight.” Unlike the last time you were in the car you were looking straight into his eyes..

“I'm glad, I didn't know if it was too much, I didn't want to overwhelm you,” he chuckled, that small and cute chuckle that only Changing could make.

“Every girl wants to be pampered like that, I assure you. You didn't have to pay tho, I feel bad.”

“Don't worry, money is not a problem for me.” He laid his hand on your thigh. During the dinner the volume of your laughs wasn't the only thing growing, your pussy was absolutely drenched and you couldn't help but rub your legs together every once in a while.

“Changbin, I want to touch you.” You didn't care if you sounded desperate, you didn't care if you sounded petulant. You need him, you were going to die if you didn't have his dick in your mouth in the next five minutes.

“Are you sure? Is that what you want to do today?” he tucked a small strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yes, please can I touch you?” he didn't answer but pressed your hand directly on his bulge. He felt hard and warm. You wasted no time in opening up his pants and tugging them down with his underwear, you don't know what over you but all shyness was thrown out the window replaced by intense burning desire. 

His cock was exactly like him, not the longest but deliciously thick, so much that you knew your jaw would ache the next day.

“Don't worry baby, I'll guide you through it. Do what feels comfortable,” his words spurred you on and you reached down to wrap your hand around him. His skin felt hot and soft, it turned you on. In a second your mouth was on him. Small kitten licks were placed all around his girth. 

“Just like that baby, enjoy yourself,” Changbin assured you with a breathy voice.

You liked the taste of him, it was intoxicating, you wanted more. The sides of your mouth stretched and burned when you took him into your mouth. The weight of his cock on your tongue felt welcome and you moaned at the sensation which sent Changbin into his own series of whimpers.

“Touch my balls pretty.” You complied without having to be told twice. 

His balls were big and round, perfect to feel in your hands and to play with. Your head bobbed mercilessly up and down while you felt around his sack.

“God baby, I'm so wound up, I think I'm gonna cum.” You moaned again, trying to tell him that you needed it, you needed his release down your throat like you needed air. But taking your mouth off his dick was not an option, so you just sped up your ministrations. Wet sound from your throat and hand filled the car and pushed Changbin over the edge.

“Pretty, you sound so-” a long, breathy moan cut his sentence in the middle and his warm release shot down your throat. 

His muscles finally relaxed and he fully laid against the car seat, he was beautiful and the fact that you had the power to make him a breathy mess was even more beautiful.

“Come here,” he grabbed the back of your neck and placed a gentle, affectionate kiss on your lips.

“Remember, real men kiss women after they cum in their mouths.”

“I will,” you giggled. Silence fell on you two. Changbin’s chest rose and fell slowly, he was happy and so were you. His hand lightly caressed your face.

“How about a second date?”

[emo-batboy]

Fan pages on Twitter with Bruce are making me think of one thing. Kpop Twitter. Do u think they would be making fancams of him too? Photocards? Posters? Buying 10 copies of vogue just for different cover with him?

*takes off glasses* now I cannot reveal the secrets of my Twitter au BUT you came to the right person :DD

NOW CONSIDER

BRUCE WAYNE AS A FORMER MODEL (idk if this has been done before with Battinson? Let me know so I can read it)

So maybe Bruce did some covers for a business magazine in his late teens or early 20’s and it went really well!!

a few luxury brands asked if this fresh-faced Bruce Wayne would consider being an ambassador. Maybe a brand of watches, suits, sunglasses, something business-like or old money

He agrees to work with some suit company cuz his dad loves the brand and he likes them too now

This earns him his first ever taste of A-List Celeb Status. He is on the cover of magazines, not just business and fashion: Gossip magazines. Tabloids. People recognize him and want his autograph. Paparazzi follow him to lunch dates with friends.

They want to know his favorite color, cereal brand, ice cream flavor, and not because they want to be billionaires like him (poor little nepo baby) but because they love him so much they want to know every little detail of his life.

He is given the title of heartthrob over and over again (and I mean look at him, ofc he is)

He despises it with every cell in his body.

BUT he keeps working for this one luxury tailor brand until his contract ends. Maybe two or three years?

He has a good relationship with them, still. Wears their suits mostly, recommends it to friends if they need a new one. But he’s decided it’s not for him anymore.

Now. Every year, during New York Fashion Week, Bruce is invited to walk in their show. (This brand gives all of their ambassadors the opportunity.) Sometimes, he says yes. Sometimes, he doesn’t.

He refuses for a few years (during his vengeance era) until Bruce Wayne changes and decides to make more appearances. NY Fashion Week comes around, and Bruce returns for one (1) show.

Oh lordie the stans

They arrive in droves

EVERYBODY AND THEIR MOTHER SEES THE CLIP OF BRUCE WAYNE WALKING AT THE FASHION SHOW!!

He tears up that fucking runway! He’s a seasoned veteran of course he does

THE BRAND BEGS BRUCE TO COME BACK

And ya know what?

He says yes

Cuz he wants to be personable, likable, approachable, a role model (no pun intended)

His bitterness is slowly dissipating, and he’s grown stronger after the stress of his early 20’s and the hatred of his late 20’s. He’s an Adult TM who can handle it.

This is when he learns about the new emergence of stan culture :)

The edits are EVERYWHERE

Some are from his new collections and looks

Others are made up of early 2010’s Bruce Wayne

Imagine like those sparkly ones with cute music in the background and it’s just Bruce smiling

(And then there’s the thirst trap ones, you know those one)

Pretty boy billionaire Bruce Wayne and his army of fans could declare a nation. They’re your cousin, your friend, your teacher, your goddamn accountant.

Old posters from Tiger Beat 2009 go up on eBay for thousands of dollars

And those old “vintage” fashion magazines where he’s on the cover, those could cost you rent

Bruce walks some new shows and agrees to pose for some magazines (fashion AND business, among others)

Vogue offers him the cover, which he accepts

They run out of stock.

(How is that even possible?)

Fancams of him walking down the street and attending press conferences crop up? That’s what surprises him the most.

He is still very camera shy but the more he gets to know the regular fansites, he feels more comfortable waving and talking to them. (And hopefully they don’t suspect a thing. PLEASE don’t suspect a thing.)

There are a lot of events where they’re not allowed in but if it’s a public event, they will be there

(There are some creepy ones tho, and Alfred handles them accordingly) (with a call to the police) (and occasionally a hose)

It’s fun tho, allows Brucie Wayne, Billionaire Nepo Baby Extraordinaire, to become separate from his nightly persona

This is how Bruce becomes very familiar with Stan Twitter

But he still refuses to make an account for his own sanity

It’s for the best

[marymary-diva17]

Hot summer days (modern au)

It is very relevant right now as now the summer has reached, hot summer days so I thought I will make a post about it.

The summer time a great time to have vacations and enjoy, the beautiful days of summer after all the other seasons. When it comes to summer there are very hot day, that reach the temperatures so hot that there are limited stuff to do. Soon these hot days are mostly spent on trying to cool off, not getting that much effect but sun.

Jake " gosh it so hot"

y/n " it going to be hot all well Jake"

Jake " yeah all training on base will be held indoor if they can, but mostly it will be paperwork and some other task"

y/n " that good"

neytiri " I will be at the clinic hot days like this always send patients to us, we are also doing work with the community center near by"

y/n " well both of you be safe today and drink enough water as well"

Jake " we will sweetie"

y/n " I sucks we couldn't get ac in the house but we do have enough fans"

Jake " oh yes fans from our adulthood and ones we got after we got the house"

y/n " yes"

neytiri " but we definitely need to get ac for next year"

y/n " yes that is true even due the fans are good it, will be good to have ac as well"

????? " good morning" the three adult had looked to see neteyam standing there.

Jake " you are up early Buddy you mostly sleep in a bit longer, during the summer times"

neteyam " I couldn't anymore the heat had gotten to me, so I woke up took a cold shower and got dressed"

neytiri " oh teyam"

Jake " where are the rest of the crew"

lo'ak" we are all up and dressed as well it was a good time to go shopping, for shorts last week"

Jake " good because we all need to be make sure we stay cool today"

lo'ak " I and the boys had plans to visit the stake park today, but it to hot to be doing that"

y/n " I'm sorry buddy maybe if get cooler you all can go"

kiri " if that happens but my cactus seem to be doing well in this heat"

lo'ak " oh great for your cactus kiri they are doing super while we are all getting fried in this heat"

kiri " hey I was giving some positive I also don't like this heat"

neytiri " we are all in the same boat kids hot days suck but we are not, going to fight each other right now"

kids " yes mom"

y/n " we can still find some fun to do kids even if that means, spending all the day inside"

tuk " oh can me make homemade popsicles"

y/n " yes we can and we even have ice cream as well thanks to your dad"

Jake " hey I will not let my family go without ice cream on hot days"

tuk " thank you dad"

neytiri " well I and Jake need to get to work but please leave some ice cream or popsicles for us"

kids " yes ma'am" Jake and neytiri soon left quickly hoping into their cars, and leaving the house it didn't take that long until there was a knock at the door.

lo'ak " hey spider bro you are here"

spider ' yeah sorry for taking so long I decided to take a shower and find, some perfect clothes to wear during this heat"

y/n " hey kiddo"

spider " hey auntie"

tuk " we are going to make popsicles"

kiri " it good you are here spider now we need to wait for everyone else"

aonung " we are here now to grace everyone with our present"

lo'ak " oh so we are being curse I see"

aonung " haha very funny still failing that trick I see"

rotxo " can you both fight inside the air conditioner house" the teens soon came into the house.

y/n " hello children it good you are all here"

tsireya " thank you for having us over our mom said to bring you some strawberries as a thank you"

y/n " aww thank you kids"

lo'ak " we are in lucky today as we are making popsicle"

rotxo " that amazing" the kids are hanging downstairs cooling off, and finding ways to entertain themselves as well. It a hot day right now you were not doing, that to much that will make you overwhelmed. The kids had helped you make popsicles after they took a break, from what they were doing. They seem to be having a good time.

y/n " hey kids the popsicles are ready"

tuk " yeah" the kids had taken the popsicle's they wanted and soon sat in the living room with you.

loak “ these are good mama”

y/n “ well I’m happy you all love them”

Kiri “ it cool we made some of them with water and the other with yogurt”

y/n “ yes I use to make these when I was younger living, with your mom and dad during our hot summer days”

neteyam “ didn’t dad take you and mom with him on a road trip one summer”

y/n “ yes it was fun and we were dating during that time, so we got a RV and headed off on the road”

Tuk “ can we do that one day mama beauty please”

y/n “ sure we can do that your dad has been talking about doing a group trip, as we had done trips with our group”

tsireya “ that sounds amazing we can go see all the wonderful places, we love by traveling on the road”

Kiri “ if a big enough RV for us all I’m good”

y/n “ I can make that happy”

Ao’nung “ have these popsicle makes the heat bearable, but it this hot”

y/n “ the heat will go down soon kiddo maybe we able to get some sleep tonight” the group had laughed as they all lay around, enjoying the coolness of the room.

later on that night

Jake “ hey we are home we brought some food and guests”

y/n “ hey everyone”

ronal “ hello we came over to enjoy a cool evening with family and friends”

tonowari “ along with we didn’t feel like cooking today as well”

y/n “ I understand I was going to do takeout as well, for the family as turning anything on to cook is no go”

Tsu’tey “ we also learned you made popsicles as well”

y/n “ yes and there enough to go around as well”

norm “ sweet next hot day at the laboratory in stay at home like you��

y/n “ told you so I love it there but when it gets hot,it not good”

Jake “ well I’m going to put the food down and get myself a popsicle, because I need one right now” the food was place down as everyone went to themselves popsicles, and joining everyone else in the living room while talking about their days. Also a future trip with everyone taking a fun road trip as well, during the summer time. Even due the day was a hot day of summer it had been memorable and rewarding in the end.

[somethingvicked]

True love of mine part 7

An Eddie Munson story

Stranger Things AU (no Upside-Down)

warnings: female reader, angst, mentioning of drug use and death by OD. Flexible timeline.

Chapter 6.

Now

Y/N

You felt like you were slowly losing your mind. It had been a week since Eddie’s song was released, a week since your hope grew into a burning flame from the ashes.

But nothing more had happened.

The next day you actually followed him on Instagram, just so that he would know you were on social media, a way to make contact.

Nothing.

You were hurt once again, wondering if this had been some kind of game of his, to lure you back into his net only to dump you before anything had even happened! Did he tell his fellow musicians about you? About the pathetic girl that couldn’t get over her high school boyfriend?!

You were so depressed that when Friday came rolling around you had bought yourself a whole container of Ben & Jerry’s and a bottle of wine, decided to put on your comfiest pajamas and feel sorry for yourself the whole night.

That didn’t happen though, because someone knocked on your door before you even had put the ice cream in the freezer.

You walked over to the door and opened it. On the other side stood Wayne, Eddie’s uncle.

Your jaw dropped and in the next instant you were hugging the old man. “Wayne!” you exclaimed, tears rising in your eyes. He had been as much a part of your life back then as Eddie had and you had always liked him.

The smell of motor oil, cigarettes and coffee instantly soothed your nerves, bringing the nostalgic memories of stepping into Wayne’s trailer back then. Wayne himself hadn’t changed much and that was a comfort.

 “Hey, kiddo,” he told you as he let you go. “Is this a bad time? Can I come in?”

“Of course not, come in!” You beamed, stepping aside for him.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here? I thought you still lived in Hawkins, you poor man.”

Wayne laughed. “I do, although nowadays I live in a house, not a trailer.”

“Aw,” you couldn’t help but say. “I loved your trailer.”

“Yes, there were some good times there. But I’m not getting any younger and the luxury of having enough hot water and a boiler that won’t give out when it’s freezing outside… makes it easier on these old joints.”

You felt a little sad. You didn’t want Wayne to get old. Somehow it had seemed like he never aged, but of course he was human, just like everyone else. “That’s nice,” you told him, giving him a beer as you sat down in the living room. “Did you get a good check from the plant when you retired for all that overtime you’ve given them?”

Wayne shook his head. “No. Actually Eddie bought it for me, after he released his second album. I told him he didn’t have to, of course, but he said that I had taken care of him for far longer than I needed to, now it was his turn to take care of me.”

You looked down in your lap, feeling tears burn behind your eyelids. That sounded like the Eddie you knew. Then you frowned and your head shut up.

“Wait… so you were in contact with Eddie back then? On that note he left us it said not to look for him! When did he get back into contact with you?! And why didn’t he…”

Your voice sounded broken, your tone cracked with tears.

What the hell was this?! Had everyone suddenly gotten into contact with Eddie but no one had told you? And why didn’t he get into contact with you!? He wrote a song to say he still loved you after all these years but somehow you were the last one he contacted.

Wayne noticed your facial expression and your tears and leaned forward and placed a hand over your own.

“I understand that you’re angry and feel betrayed, Y/N. But that’s why I’m here. I’m going to explain what happened and why things are the way they are now. The correct thing would be to let Eddie tell you himself, but I know my boy… that might take another two years of misery for both of you so… I’ll do it instead.”

Wayne leaned backwards on the couch and took another sip of the beer. “As you probably remember – Eddie sold drugs back in high school. He did it to help me pay the bills. I’m not proud about that, I wanted to provide for him, but even living in that trailer money was scarce, so… I looked another way.”

You nodded; you had done the same. Well, you and Eddie even shared a joint or two back in the days, seeing nothing wrong with it.

“He rarely sold anything heavier than weed – the occasional prescription pills and sometimes Ketamine,” Wayne continued. “Neither him or I thought that would be bad enough for something to happen. But it did. You remember Chrissy Cunningham?”

You searched your memory before nodding. Of course you did. She was one year younger than you, two years younger than Eddie and had been head cheerleader the time you graduated from Hawkins High.

You had been away at college when it happened – Eddie was repeating his senior year for the third time – but you still remembered it. Chrissy had somehow died from a heart failure. The details were kept under wraps but from what you’d heart Chrissy’s heart had stopped one night and she had died.

  “Chrissy didn’t die from heart failure, Y/N,” Wayne said heavily. “She died from an overdose. She came to Eddie some months before graduation and wanted to buy Adderall from him. She said that it was so she could study for several tests at the same time, that she was under so much pressure from her mom to make straight A’s.”

Your eyes widened. “She… she died because…?”

Wayne nodded. “Eddie told her to follow the recommended dosage but it seems she doubled them. Eventually her heart couldn’t take it anymore and it gave out. The Cunninghams didn’t want ‘overdose’ as cause on the death certificate so they bribed the coroner to put 'heart aneurysm' as cause of death.

Anyway… somehow after this that Carver boy found out. He threatened to kill Eddie, and with even worse things I won’t repeat to you. But basically, Jason told Eddie that killing Eddie himself would be too easy. He would make sure, through his dad and his contacts, that I got fired from my job and wouldn’t be able to find a new one. That the Hellfire Club would be tossed out of high school and their parents in turn would be fired too.

That you…”

Wayne swallowed. “That you would be gang raped and beaten to a pulp on your campus ground, that compared to you Chrissy’s death would appear a walk in the park.”

“Eddie was desperate. He had already decided to go to the police and confess what he had done, but I’m guessing Jason didn’t know, because when Eddie asked him if turned himself in… would he then leave his family and friends – and most importantly; you alone? They had nothing to do with this.

Jason said yes. That’s why Eddie left. He went to Hopper first and Hopper contacted the state police since they are the ones taking care of bigger crimes. Eddie was sent to Indiana State Prison and got charged for involuntarily manslaughter and drug dealing.

Since he was so young and had no earlier priors he was sentenced to a year and a half but only served ten months due to good behavior and overcrowding. He may have served his punishment but he has never been able to leave it behind himself. That’s why he stopped with every illegal drug, weed included, after he got out. Rarely drinks himself drunk either.”

You nodded, trying to digest everything you had heard. Poor Chrissy. And poor Eddie! Dear God, he must have felt so… lost and scared. Even though he hadn’t killed Chrissy himself he must have felt so guilty. No wonder he ran away. Even without that fuckwad Jason, how could Eddie just pick up his regular life like nothing had happened after something like that.

“So Hopper knew?” you asked, feeling a bit of anger toward the old chief. “He knew where Eddie was and never told us. Never told you!”

Wayne shook his head. “Eddie had told him not to. Eddie was over eighteen, if you remember, and Chrissy’s parents wanted to keep it quiet. Hopper didn’t have much say in the matter.”

Maybe. But the fact that he had known all along what had happened, where Eddie was when the rest of you wondered if he was lying dead in a ditch… it still made you grit your teeth, but you let it be for now. You had more pressing questions.

“What about Jason?” you carefully wondered. “Has he backed off now?”

Wayne snorted. “That little shit. No, he doesn’t hold the same power over Eddie now. Jason is a bitter man that never grew out of his high school persona. Only difference is that he can no longer hide behind his parent’s wealth and power. He’s on his own.

No… the biggest reason why Eddie hasn’t gotten into contact with you, even though he finally bit down and told me everything, is… that he’s scared of what you will do, what you will think of him. But he has never stopped loving you. Jesus, I don’t even think he’s had a steady girlfriend ever during these fifteen years. An interviewer actually asked him if he was gay, since he’s never seen with any women.

And he’s has that tattoo you two got. I see you do too,” he told you, nodding toward the tattoo on your arm, making you rub your thumb over it.

“More than once I’ve told him to get into contact and just tell you – let you decide what you want to do with that information rather than make the choice for the both of you. That’s why I’m here now. Just giving the whole thing a little push.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the old man. He was a sly fox in many ways.

“Here,” he told you and held something out for you. It was a ticket to a new one night only concert for the new song Eddie had released. In your town!”

“Silly boy thought that if he came here and held a concert somehow you would find out and go there. Well, I’m making sure that happens,” Wayne said and you had to chuckle again.

“Go there, Y/N. Talk to him. Tell him you know and… well, what happens after this is up to you to. I’m just putting the wheels in motion.”

You nodded and walked over to him and hugged him again.

“Some things makes more sense now, uncle Wayne,” you said, without noticing you had once again called him ‘uncle’, “and it’s easier to understand. Thank you again.”

“Of course, kiddo.”

Then

Hawkins, 1982

Eddie

Eddie and Y/N sat in his room, Y/N was reading a book by Stephen King with her feet in Eddie’s lap and Eddie was making notes for the next campaign. He was looking through one of the Dungeons & Dragons game books and raised his eyebrows:

“Wow, that’s a great design!”

“Hmm?” Y/N said and put her book down. “What is?”

Eddie showed her the image of the wyvern and Y/N’s question of “that’s not a regular dragon, right? It’s something different about it,” made him love her even more.

“God, I love you,” he said out loud and kissed her temple. “Yes, that’s not a dragon, it’s a wyvern. Wyvern has two legs, not four, and they usually have a stinger at the tail, like a scorpion.”

“Cool,” Y/N said, smiling at him. “Why? Are you thinking of adding that to your tattoo collection?” Despite the fact that Eddie hadn’t turned eighteen yet he already had two tattoos – the flock of bats on his arm – in honor of Ozzy Osbourne and a demon head on his chest.

 “I thought you liked dragons more, though,” Y/N continued, taking the book from him to see if she could find a picture of a dragon to compare.

“I do like dragons, kitten,” Eddie told her, using his special nickname for her. “But everyone likes dragons. It’s the ultimate animal. Powerful, beautiful and famous… the safe choice for a tattoo. Barely anyone chooses a wyvern for a tattoo. Or even knows they exist for that matter.”

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes held that special expression she got when something pleased her to the core of her heart. “Always looking out for the less fortunate ones, huh, Eds?” she said, leaning over to kiss him hard on the lips, the books falling to the floor.

Eddie held her face and rubbed his thumb over her cheekbone.

“You know what… I do plan on getting this as a tattoo soon, but my next one… I want to do something for you!”

Y/N’s looked up so fast her eyes almost rolled. “What?”

“Yes! I… I want to get a tattoo for you.”

“What – like… my name?”

“You don’t want me to?” Eddie wondered, pouting a little.

Y/N smiled. “No names, Eddie. That feels like bad luck.”

“Are you superstitious?” Eddie teased her and Y/N swatted his arm.

“Perhaps a little bit? I just don’t think you should push your luck. So no names – it needs to blend in with the rest of your tattoos as well, so… how about… how about we make roman numerals for the day we met?”

Eddie’s eyebrows disappeared beneath his fringe.

“We? You… you want to do it with me? A… a matching one? A couples tattoo!?”

Y/N blushed. “Yes. If you want me to?”

Eddie brought her up into his lap and got up, spinning around with her, all but yelling from joy. He already knew he would never love anyone else like Y/N. That he would marry her someday. And this… this was the first step towards that.

When you knew, you knew.

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[icypenguin]

To follow up your collage au with lyney

What if the reader had social anxiety and hated people looking at them?

(Totally not speaking from experience)

★~ Lyney headcanons (college au) pt 2

OOOO SURE SURE AND ANON… IT’S OKAY DUDE IT’S RELATABLE🤝🤝🤝 BUT I GENUINELY APOLOGIZE I DIDN’T SEE MY INBOX…. 😞😞😞 I KNOW THIS IS SUPER LATE BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER THEY SAY HEHEHE but anyway please enjoyyyy!

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- you’ll be a bit shocked when he first came by to you, he’s a popular one afterall. but by the way he talked to you as a stranger, it’s not much of a person would do. he was speaking to you calmly with not a loud voice, even better, he told his friends who always follow him to give him some space to talk to you so that you’ll not have a masive anxiety washing over.

- as time passes by, you got to know him better and you both understand eachother a lot more. he would motivate you to try and make friends with other people.

- you may not be that popular to the fact that you have social anxiety, but he doesn’t treat you any different than the others.

- when he first asked you to hangout, you were hesitant to say ‘yes’ knowing that some of his friends would come. nonetheless, he managed to convince you to come. during the hangout, he watched over you and tried to keep you comfy and happy.

- one day, you were assigned to do a presentation with him and some other classmates. at the front of your class, you felt like you were about to give up yet lyney held your hands to assure you that he’s by your side.

- being friends with a popular kid meaning attracting everyone’e attention. that was your biggest fear. when lyney accidentally attracted everyone’s eye on you and him you swear you we’re gonna melt by everyone’s staring eye on you both. with lyney knowing you so well, he ran, holding your hand, leading you to the empty classroom where he made sure you’re alright.

- if someone ever make fun of you, he will always be there to stand up for you. and unlike any other people who just humiliates you by being braver than you are, lyney would teach you everything to incease your bravery and confidence.

~ ficlet ~

the bell finally rang, signaling home time. you were packing your bag and getting ready to exit the classroom when all of the sudden, you felt two taps on your shoulder. as you looked behind, it was lyney masking his face with a warm smile. “hey y/n, me and some of my friends are gonna hangout after this. you wanna come?” he asked with a nice tone. you were taken aback by the question and needed a long time to decide. “hmm.. umm..” you were indecisively thinking wether or not go.. you don’t want to attract anyone’s attention by hanging out with him. but at the same time, you knew that he understands you and perhaps the best time to make friends? you finally said ‘yes’ and lyney lead you the way to meet up with his friends first. his friends greeted him with their special handshake, you were pretty grateful that noone really paid attention to your presence. that’s until one of his friend pointed you out “who’s this, lyney?” you could feel everyone’s eye staring at you. you were starting to fidget with your hand when lyney came closer to you. “oh this is y/n! she’s really kind, we both sit next to each other at class” by the compliment that lyney made, you blushed a bit. everyone started to introduce themselves to you and you shook hands with them as well. “your penguin keychain is so cute, y/n!” emma was really admiring the penguin keychain dangling on your bag. “thankyou..” you tried to make eye contact as best as you can. “where did you get it?” “um.. i think i got it from the mall” “oooh! cute!” emma had a cheerful vibe that you found cheering and somehow gave you a bit of motivation to talk to people.

afterward, you all went to the ice cream shop to chat while having some ice creams. during the walk, you were walking on the back since everyone was talking pretty loudly and it made you a bit nervous. ofcourse, lyney noticed and tried to make a conversation with you, “y/n, are you excited for our camping trip?”. with a shot, you said anything that came up in your head “yeah, i think it’ll be fun since we get to make s’mores!” you felt nice after saying that. “mm i guess you like s’mores too, huh?” lyney chuckled at the end then you nodded as a response. after a few minutes, you all arrived at the ice cream shop. “what are you going to order, y/n?” lyney asked while looking you then at the ice cream flavors. you too, looked at the flavorz “hmm probably classic chocolate” “don’t you want to try this rocky road?” lyney added an idea. “it does look yummy. alright i’ll try that one” you gave lyney a smile “awesome! i’ll get mint choco chips and cookie dough”. you ordered your ice cream in a cone, same for lyney and most of the others.

you decided to sit next to the window while lyney sit infront of you. as the others were talking about random stuffs, you were having a nice conversation with lyney. “is the ice cream good?” he asked, “mhm! this might be my new fav flavor” you were happy you got the rocky road. “i knew it! my recommendation didn’t fail to change your mind, did it?~” he wiggled his eybrows up and down while you giggled at his awfully trully circumstance. “wait y/n did you get rocky road too?” max asked who was sitting besdies lyney. you were scared that if you say ‘yes’ he would be mad you got the same thing as him, but you knew lying will turn things worse. “umm.. yes, i did” you tried to avoid eye contact with anyone. “cool! we got the same flavor! cheers!” your thought was the opposite as max was happy as you both were twinning.

the hangout didn’t go as bad as you expected, you got to know lyney better. most of all, he made you comfortable making a conversation with him and small ones with his friends.

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thankyou for reading! i hope you all liked this. please i’m so sorry if i hurt any of your feelings if you do have social anxiety by thinking im making fun of you but i swear im not😞 nonetheless, i hope this fanfic makes you better!!! advices are accepted thankyou!

[sassykattery]

A Taste of You

Ooooo Sassy is posting again! Yes indeedy!

CW: features afab/fem oc! Altaira who uses she/her pronouns. Nudity. Perverse actions. Profanity. Masturbation (m!). Smut scene: f! receiving oral, f! receiving fingering, f! receiving piv. Blood play and blood drinking. Explicit descriptions of unprotected.

Themes: Romance. Vampire AU. Drinking and partying. Sex. Smut fic. Perversion. Menstruation. LuciferxAltaira. One shot.

Characters: Altaira (afab oc), Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie.

Third person POV, Vampire AU

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

Enjoy.

It was late. Very late.

Late enough to where when Altaira entered the House of Lamentation, she was shushing her party companions, Asmo and Mammon, as they all shuffled in drunkenly. It was raining, and all three were soaked head to toe, with Altaira and Asmo holding their heels as they came inside, Mammon using his jacket to cover his head.

"Thanks, 'Taira... See you tomorrow," Mammon stated, making his way up the stairs without sure-feet under him. She watched as he held onto the handrail of the staircase, shaking her head.

Asmo kissed her cheek, "Be sure to sleep in tomorrow, we'll all need it. Thanks for being my wing girl tonight," he proclaimed softly. She nodded and silently watched as Asmo went up the stairs too, leaving her to her own devices.

Quietly, and feeling snackish from her drunken escapades, she managed to walk on wobbly legs to the kitchen. She looked around, trying to find anything that might sound good to her in the moment. Getting into the pantry, she spied Mammon's noodles and decided to cook up some of those in the microwave. While she waited, she pawed through the fridge to find more human world rosé that she picked up and a box of ice cream.

Once everything was ready, she sat on one of the stools in the kitchen and began eating, audibly moaning when she realized how much better those noodles tasted when one was completely inebriated.

"Fuck... why am I so hot now? Shit," she swore to herself. She quickly threw off her shirt and sat there in her leather miniskirt, red lace bra, and her shoes kicked off as well.

"That's better..." she mumbled.

Continuing her midnight meal, she stared at the blank wall ahead and began thinking about things, maybe a little too deeply, and found herself ditching the noodles to cry over the box of ice cream she ate out of, adding rosé with each bite and proceeding to get more drunk.

A couple of footsteps sounded in the hallway beside the kitchen, and she snapped, her voice thick and broken, "Get lost, Beel! G-Go find some other food."

A pair of crimson orbs floated high in the air out in the hall. Those orbs observed her sad state, her food shoved away while nursing the bottle of rosé until she was holding her head in her hands, sobbing shirtless in a demon family's kitchen.

The pair of red eyes finally came closer, and then the eldest appeared fully in the light of the kitchen. He placed a bare hand on her shoulder, having ditched his own overcoat, waistcoat, and gloves this late into the night. He was coming downstairs to check that Beel hadn't fallen asleep in the kitchen, Satan doing the same in the library, or Belphie in any other conspicuous place in the House. Basically, to check that everyone was at least in a bed, regardless of which. This late into the night, he wasn't expecting anyone to be around.

"Altaira," he murmured gently.

She sagged further, and before she could fall off the stool as she started to lean over, Lucifer caught her by her waist and held her against him, completely unconscious. Her hair smelled heavily of her perfume, sweat, and booze from The Fall. He immediately knew what happened and sighed heavily as he maneuvered her around in his arms. But he couldn't quite help how it felt to let his fingers caress her bare skin, seeing the red lace of her bra against her ivory skin, or how even like this, she was beautiful when he saw her face as he cradled her in his arms bridal style...

Shaking those ill-toward thoughts away, he sighed again, picking her and her shirt up and walking her out of the kitchen. He thought for a moment of putting her back in her room, but he was concerned about her hurting herself, or one of his brothers bothering her, so he made the trek up the stairs to his room.

Once inside, he gently laid her on one side of his rather large bed. He grabbed one of his plain t-shirts and dressed her in it, long enough to be decent on her as he stripped away her miniskirt. Seeing her face again, he realized her makeup needed to come off, lest Asmo have a heart attack the next day. When he grabbed her clothes to throw into the laundry, he saw the stain on her shirt, so he took it to the bathroom to try and wash it out, thinking he could grab a damp wash cloth to wipe her face with as well. But when he accidentally brought it too close to his face, he caught wind of her natural scent and perfume mixing together, making him momentarily forget his present task. He brought it closer, inhaling her sweet scent and nearly moaning as he gripped it hard and buried his face in it.

He had barely opened his eyes after a few seconds, and his reflection in the mirror caught his attention, and he saw himself standing there with her shirt pressed to his nose and hard-on tenting his trousers, no better than a beast. Growling, he threw the shirt down and grabbed the wash cloth he was after, wet it, and went back to the doll lying in his bed, now sprawled out in the middle like a starfish.

Lucifer sighed and knelt down beside her, clearly annoyed, but only slightly.

"You're lucky you're cute..." he murmured with equal annoyance and reverence. Gently, he rubbed the makeup off her face, a little easier thanks to the tears and how much had already rubbed off.

Satisfied, he threw the rag into the laundry basket as well and went back to the bathroom to change. When he was mostly undressed, his eye caught that shirt again, and without much thought, he grabbed it and brought it to his nose again, inhaling her perfect scent. Before realizing what he was doing, he had fished out his very hard cock and slowly stroked himself as he continued to breathe in her intoxicating smells. He knew she had been to The Fall, so he imagined her dancing, grinding against him in particular and looking over her shoulder up at him with those darling gemstone-like eyes. He imagined how it felt to grasp her hips, grinding himself against her too. To have her lean back into him with his chest pressed to her back and feeling her hands reach back to mess up his hair–

The next couple of seconds happened so quickly, as he gave her shirt one more good inhale and quickly released into his hand with a groan, his orgasm unexpected and not at all satisfying like he wanted it to be. With a sigh, he cleaned up and jumped into the shower after leaving her shirt on a towel bar to hang.

When he was done, he donned his sleeping robe and walked back out into his bedroom. He was then piecing together how a red lace bra and matching panty ended up thrown to the edge of the bed and why the human woman was now laying sideways in said bed.

"Strange little imp you are," Lucifer sighed. Walking toward where her head was out, he brushed his hand against her and felt how warm her head was. "Ah, must've got hot." He then walked to the thermostat and turned it down in his room, hoping the coolness would help her.

Returning to her, he guided her to lay properly in the bed. "Come now... you'll be blaming me for your neck being messed up tomorrow..." he spoke to himself and her as he gently moved her around.

Satisfied with his work, he finally turned off the light and settled on the far side of the bed. When he was getting under the covers, he had caught a peak where his shirt was riding up on her, showing her rear and hip as she laid on her side, facing away from him. Rolling his eyes, more at himself, he turned away and tried to forget what he saw.

The next morning, there was a groan. A soft, pathetic, sad groan.

It was Altaira as she stretched and woke up, feeling sore, sorry, and sad for herself. When she opened her eyes, it was so bleary and hard to see even after rubbing her eyes. She then buried her face into the back of the demon she clung to, trying to wake up faster. But it was when she took a deep inhale, the scent of a certain eldest brother filled her nose, and what better way to wake one's self up than with a surprise?

"Good morning," the eldest mumbled after feeling her startle. She slowly released him and scooted way back far across the bed.

"I'm... Good morning, uh, so... I'm sorry about whatever I did last night," she tried to apologize, feeling embarrassed by what the Avatar of Pride might have heard or seen.

"Hmph," was all he offered her in return.

She was silent for a moment, feeling dejected and rejected, so she started to roll over to get out when she heard:

"You know, you really shouldn't be doing that. I know you're an adult, but... You'll hurt yourself doing that."

There was silence again.

"The monitor is on the bedside table next to you," he added. The lowlights of his room came on.

With a great big sigh, she rolled onto the edge of the bed, knowing he wouldn't let her leave until she took a reading. When she was calm and ready, she grabbed the pin prick and brought it to her finger. While she waited, she brought the monitor up to turn it on and put a stick into it.

After a few moments, the little palm-sized machine beeped and gave her the blood sugar reading, to which, she groaned and set it down.

"And?"

She mumbled, "One hundred and seven..."

"You're lucky it's not worse," Lucifer replied, just a touch snippy, but she knew he was right. "Now, go take a shower and go downstairs. You won't be doing anything until you eat breakfast."

"Okay..."

On unstable legs, she got up and went to his bathroom, to which he caught a glimpse of her thighs as she walked, and he quickly adjusted his focus to stop thinking about her. He heard the water turn on, and then some light humming, knowing that meant she was in.

Lucifer finally got up himself, and a bright red set of undergarments caught his attention as he started to walk to his closet. He approached to pick them up and just throw them in the laundry basket, but what he had done last night resurfaced as he held out the scarlet panties out in front of him, looking them over as they shined in firelight. Even at this distance, he could start to smell their fragrance. He tried to resist, he really did, but other instincts won out, and slowly, oh so slowly, he brought them to his face, inhaling her pheromones.

His senses were overcome with instant gratification and a darker urge to consume the owner. This most intimate scent was like the feeling one gets when they smell their favorite dessert being made, the anticipation and salivation already starting just from that. There was a sweetness to her, a rampant one that made his whole body twitch with an aggressive need to have more. Her body was subtle, though, when it came to her pheromones, far more subtle than any other human he'd encounter. But there was one particular scent that he couldn't mistake, one that meant–

"Lucifer!"

It was jarring to come back to reality like that, instantly dropping the garment out of fear of being caught. He turned his head to look and she wasn't there, but he could still hear the water running. Quickly, he walked over to the door and knocked.

"Altaira? Did you need something?"

There was a sob and the water shut off, and his concern only doubled to hear her struggle.

"I need you to tell me what's wrong, or let me come in," he persisted, his hand on the doorknob.

"It-It hurts... I can barely stand, I feel like I might–" There was a pause, and he heard her move around again.

"Altaira, can I come in?" He asked in a strained tone.

There was a whimper. "Y-Yes..."

Immediately, he threw the door open and found her doubled over the edge of the bathtub, a towel thrown onto her back. In two long strides, the eldest was beside her and kneeling down with his hands on her back.

"Can I help you?" He asked her quietly. She nodded.

He then wrapped the towel around her, attempting to keep her decent and hoping to save her any embarrassment later on. Carefully, he took her into his arms and came to his feet to carry her out of the bathroom and into the coolness of his room as he set her down on his bed.

She was flushed, breathing hard, and her brows knitted together tightly as she rubbed her eyes with her fingers. Something she only did when she was upset or anxious.

"Can you tell me what's–" and just as he said that, he knew what had happened. His senses were correct. That metallic, coppery scent was unmistakable, even without the physical presence of it. "Are you okay?" His tone was softened, understanding what was happening.

"Just... pain," she huffed out. "It's usually not that bad, but occasionally it is," she added.

"I'm sorry to hear that..." he murmured, looking down at her sprawled form on his bed. It was hard to focus with her like this, and he mumbled something to her, as his eyes were drawn to where the towel was starting to not cover her so well over her thighs, reaching higher and higher...

"What?" She asked.

He blinked several times before he realized he had said something to her.

"I can help you," he repeated.

"How?"

She finally moved her hand away and squinted at him. He then leaned over her, his hands placed on either side of her head above her shoulders.

"I can make it feel... better. Make you feel good," he answered quietly, looking her over.

Her eyes widened, and she felt frozen by his suggestion.

"Wh–... How?"

Her gaze flickered all over his form as he leaned in closer to her.

"I don't think you're really that naïve..." he murmured in a knowing but softened tone.

Her hand then curiously rose up to his cheek, looking up into his crimson eyes to see his true intention.

"But..." She looked entirely hesitant.

"Oh, don't worry about that," he purred, his hand on her thigh. "That... adds to the experience for me, personally." He then smiled down at her wickedly, and his fangs glimmered under the bedroom lights.

"What do you mean by that?" She seemed skeptical then.

"I mean..." he started to say, only to sink back, caressing her bare thigh more obviously and molding it under his fingers. "Your taste is one I've wanted to experience... to satisfy my sanguine thirst."

Upon those words, she stared openly, her eyes as wide as possible.

"That's... Are you saying you...?"

"You're smart, darling. I know you've suspected as much," he stated with a chuckle.

She was silent for another moment before asking, "How long have you wanted me?"

A devious smirk landed upon his lips as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Since the moment you stepped foot into my domain," he replied. A shiver ran down her back.

"Specifically?" She murmured again.

He lifted her thigh as he settled between her legs, his left cheek resting against her thigh, turning his face slightly to kiss her flesh. "Since the moment I laid my unholy eyes on this perfect body of yours all those days ago when we brought you here. Since I could sense what you might taste like, so sweet but savory. All these months, this time every month, my mouth would water when you walked by."

A blush burned fiercely on her cheeks as she stared down at him. From her vantage point, she could see the desire in his gaze, feel the desperation in his touch and the lust radiating from his body.

"I just don't want it to... hurt," she replied quietly, hesitating on the last word. "I-I mean... I want you too, but..."

"I need you to be specific now. I won't do anything without your say, and I don't take advantage of you," he replied, looking like he could pounce on her.

"I desire you too, and I'm okay if you... drink from me, as long as you don't hurt me, at least not too much or permanently," she answered.

"Oh, my love, I promise..." he started to say, his fingers walking their way up her body to the towel that barely covered her. "I promise, you'll feel such wild ecstasy, you'll be begging for me to return to you like this."

"I'll hold you to that," she whispered softly. His eyes snapped up to hers again, seeing the soft haze of lust– much to his delight.

"May I?" He purred to her, his dominant hand on the edge of her towel.

"Y-Yes, go ahead," she replied softly.

With both hands, the demon unwrapped his prized prey like a gift from above, carefully and longingly. He took in her splendidly nude form, on his bed, in his room– in his clutches.

"I am far too wicked to lay my eyes upon something this lovely, but it just means I'll be all the more grateful to have you," he purred again, his crimson orbs flicking back up to meet her shy gaze. "Shall I deliver on my promise now?"

"Please," she affirmed with a nod.

He slid her down the edge of the bed just a bit, enough to have some of her rear hanging off the edge, legs dangling down. Lucifer fully knelt to the floor, sinking back again as he kissed her thigh, spreading the other out and finally taking in her wet heat. Instantaneously, his pupils dilated, and he nearly moaned at the sight of her spread like this.

What he had been after, that taste he so wanted to know like the back of his hand, was there in front of him. He took it all in for a moment and then looked up at her once more, only to find an embarrassed look on her face.

"Should I stop?" He asked in a teasing tone.

She shook her head.

He smiled. "Then... I believe it's time I tasted you properly," he murmured in reply. Slowly, he sank lower and leveled his mouth with her spread cunt. Keeping his eyes on hers, he gave her lower lips a soft kiss before giving one long lick bottom to top on her heat.

"Ohhh..." she moaned, locking her eyes on his. He gave her clit more attention as he began to lave his tongue over it, focusing on that bud. The heat of his mouth and the expertise of his tongue instantly sent the pleasure to her spine, becoming more full-bodied. A hard blush decorated her cheeks, her breathing stating to deep and become heavy.

Lucifer's arms slipped under her thighs and wrapped back up so his hands could hold her hips. He pressed himself further into her heat, adding pressure to how he ate her out.

Timidly, she brought her hand down to rest on the top of his head, her little fingers curling into his soft, ink black locks. He appreciated the little gesture, to see her reach out to him and hold onto him. She did her best to keep her gaze on his, but she was so lost in pleasure. A warm tingling feeling started to fill her lower abdomen, and she knew she was already falling apart. It had only been minutes, but Lucifer was correct: he'd make her forget all about the pain.

"Are you close, my love?" He murmured to her. "Are you going to let go for me?"

She nodded, adding a whimper to her wordless reply to him. To take it further, he wrapped one of his arms further around her and brought his hand down to rub his thumb over her clit while he sank his tongue into her entrance. She gave a short gasp and bucked her hips up, eager for more of what he was giving to her.

"Lucifer!" She moaned sharply, her pitch raising with each stroke of his thumb and movement of his tongue. He let a soft moan out to her in return as he started to taste more and more of her arousal, leaking cum onto his tongue as she started to reach her peak. Her walls tightened down around his tongue, alternating between pulsing and clenching. She let out another softer cry of pleasure as her orgasm flooded her senses.

Lucifer carried her through the release, keeping up his ministrations of fucking her with his tongue and gently rubbing his thumb into her clit, until her body relaxed back against his bed again. While she twitched with the aftershocks of her orgasm, the demon continued to eat her out, and the taste of her cum coated his tongue, but suddenly, there was something that tasted that much more delectable. A certain crimson liquid with such a savory flavor got his attention, and he flinched as he tasted it. Mixing in with her cum, he could have sworn he was tasting the equivalent of something better than the forbidden fruit. His hands reached up to snatch a hold of her waist to keep her still.

"L-Lucifer! It's t-too much!" Altaira whined, her hips wriggling in between his arms.

She looked down at him, and she was stunned by the frantic, animalistic look in his eyes. He nearly looked feral, and when he glanced back up at her, he gave a growl– the kind of deep, bassy growl you'd hear from a wolf. Her body caught back up with what was happening, and she felt that warmth building in her abdomen again. What he was doing to her was too much but still so pleasurable. He continued to consume her, drinking in her mixed fluids with an-almost-frightening vigor. Her abdomen tightened, and she twisted the sheets beneath her hands. It took less than another minute for her to fall apart again, her walls clenching around his tongue yet again. She whimpered and cried out her pleasure to him, his name like saccharine on her lips.

After that orgasm, he finally let her go, pulling his mouth away with a pop. She laid there like a twitching leaf, her hair a mess, and limbs spread everywhere while trying to catch her breath. Lucifer slowly crawled up her body to cage her in, his hands pinned above the tops of her shoulders, his knees pressed to either side of her hips.

"Feel better?" He cooed, looking at her with a smirk but deep affection with dark carnal hunger in his eyes.

"Uh huh," she replied breathlessly.

"I must say," he murmured, kissing her temple and then whispering in her ear, "You taste rather spectacular... like sweet but savory candy... a fine treat indeed."

She finally turned her head to look at him, seeing the stains of red on his lips and chin. Her eyes widened instantly. "I... You didn't..."

"Oh, I did, and as I said, it only adds to the experience for me," he purred to her. "I've been wanting this since that third week you were here, and I smelled that sweet sanguine scent for the first time. You're simply divine."

Her blush darkened as she stared up at Lucifer. He adored that bashful look on her face. When he realized she wasn't speaking, he came to his feet, and he added,

"And if you'll allow me, I'd like another," he murmured. "Somewhere more... direct."

She looked down and back up at Lucifer, trying to piece together his meaning. "Where?" She whispered.

Lucifer began to look over her body, something else that added more color to her cheeks, and he began to murmur to her. "Mm, where indeed? Well... the neck is a classic, and you do have just an amazingly soft neck, but..." As he spoke, he brought his dominant hand down to start tracing his fingers down her body, starting at her neck. "Then there's here, your breasts so supple... but I would hate to mark up such beauty..." His eyes went lower, and he gave a wicked smile indeed. "There is one place that I think will do just fine, dove..."

After making his decision, he knelt down to the floor again. His bare hand delicately drew itself over her thigh, his fingertips brushing the sensitive skin there.

"Isn't that... dangerous?" She asked quietly.

Lucifer smirked. "You would think fornicating with demons in general would stir such a thought long before now," he murmured. His eyes then flickered back to hers. "But no, you have my word that you will not have lasting damage done to you. I will take care of you and your body."

There was a moment of uncertainty before she finally nodded, looking more at ease as she considered his words.

"If you would like, I can ensure it's equally pleasurable for you," he added. "But I need your permission first."

"I... I want you to do it, all of it," she replied quickly and confidently. He smirked once more and nodded.

She watched as Lucifer got settled again, kneeling and spraying out her legs again for his viewing pleasure. Taking his hand again, he slipped his fingers through her labia and over her heat, gathering slick while making her sigh again with pleasure. He gently rubbed back and forth, ramping up her arousal again.

"Close your eyes, love, just feel what I do for you," Lucifer commanded softly to her. Altaira immediately nodded and laid her head back against the bed again. Ultimately, Lucifer knew that if she saw what he was about to do, she might not have enjoyed it as much, and he understood her weakness for seeing her own ichor.

Seeing that she was relaxed and enjoying his ministrations, he began placing searing kisses on her right thigh, causing her to twitch and flinch. He glanced up to make sure her eyes were closed, and to his satisfaction they were. He then began to slip one finger past her entrance, following the grips of her walls. Fully hilted, he stroked around her insides to get a feel for her anatomy, to map out in his head where she felt the best. There was one spot far in the back that had her keening for more, and once he figured out her rhythm, he pulled that finger out only to insert two more. That definitely had her crying out, so he began placing his kisses again, soft whispers of incantations against her flesh. Feeling ready to truly start the symphony, he focused his gaze solely on her and her alone.

Slowly, he started to work her open, his two fingers twisting and turning, stoking her fires. When he felt her start to open, he sank his fingers further and found that sweet spot toward the back and began to use and abuse it for her pleasure. He was learning her buttons to push as her body was his new playground to explore. It was when her body started to writhe, her breaths quickening, and her cunt tightening down around his digits that he became hyperaware, listening for specific cues from her. He had to wait for the perfect moment to strike.

And that perfect moment came quickly as she started to roll her hips, her moans becoming more staccato, the very walls wrapped around his fingers beginning to flutter.

There she is.

"Merci," he whispered.

[Thank you]

All at once, just as she met with her third orgasm of the night, Lucifer sank his fangs down onto her thigh, extending to pierce the femoral artery. She felt merely a pinch followed by a warm tingling at the site of his bite as it all flowed together with her release. Lucifer kept his fingers pumping rhythmically in her pussy, making sure to hit that sweet spot, all while tasting her saccharine ichor. He flinched at first, surprised by the taste, but it wasn't bad, far from it. He'd never tasted someone so... sugary.

Maybe I should have saved this for after dinner this evening... he thought.

Nonetheless, she was an exquisite flavor, sweet like a delicious metallic honey, with dark notes of bitter like a warm coffee. If this was sin, he'd never want to be saved after having a drink like this.

For Altaira, her pleasure flowed in and out of her body, her orgasm continuing to fluctuate with the tide of what Lucifer delivered to her. It felt like her release would simply never end, to which she could be fine with that. Lucifer moved his free arm out to take her hand as she grabbed the sheets, and he held it as he carried her through her pleasure. As barbaric as this was, in some regards, he wanted the intimacy behind it, too.

Though, he had other reasons for the sweet gesture. She kept a tight hold on his hand for a long time, feeling the throes of pleasure for so much longer than she ever thought possible. But it was when her grip loosened, her hips becoming still, and her voice sounded thick with sleep that he let her go. He retracted his fangs and laved his tongue over the puncture marks to stop the flow with magic. His fingers slowly slipped out of her cunt, and he admired the webbing of slick and blood on them. After earning his admiration, he slipped his fingers into his mouth and enjoyed her flavor more.

With his hand cleaned off, he slowly crawled onto the bed, on top of her, and kissed her cheek.

"Darling, tap your finger if you can hear me," he called to her softly. He immediately felt her tap once. A soft smile smeared his lips, and he kissed her forehead as well. "Are you in pain? One for yes, two for no," he added. He felt two taps. "Very good. Would you like to take a break? One for yes, two for no." One tap. "Very well, sweetness. Let me get you comfortable."

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Later that same morning, Mammon and Amso finally made their appearances, haphazard looking, in the kitchen. Levi snorted and Satan smirked at their sorry appearances.

"Well, well, well, look at what the hellbeast drug in," Satan cooed mockingly. He dropped the act and got serious. "You look terrible."

"We know," Mammon groaned, swiping at Satan and missing by a long shot.

Beel and Belphie rolled around the corner to the kitchen after hearing the commotion.

"Didn't Altaira go with you guys? Where is she?" Belphie pointed out, looking around.

Satan shrugged. "It looked like she was still in bed when I strolled by to wake her up. I assume her sugar is messed up and she's not hungry yet," he replied.

Belphie tilted his head. "She's not in her bed. When I went in there just a few minutes ago, it was just pillows."

Everyone looked around, and Satan turned off the stove.

"We obviously have to look for her," Levi pointed out. They all nodded in agreement.

Satan and Belphie led the way to look for her, with the other four brothers trailing behind as they searched the House. They had checked all likely places she could have been in the House, starting with her room and the observatory first, followed by the rest of the bedrooms. Even Lucifer's room was empty, to their dismay.

Finally, they convened in the library and stood around, trying to figure out where she could have gone.

"You did come home with her, right? Not a succubus in her form?" Satan groaned, holding his head in his hand as he questioned Mammon and Asmo about the previous night.

"For the hundredth time, yes!" Mammon barked.

"Mammon, don't shout. My head hurts," Asmo whined, laying in a settee dramatically, with his arm over his eyes.

Beel stood there listening until something caught his attention, a particular smell he was sure he'd smelled before, but couldn't quite place. He followed the trail to Lucifer's office door, and he pressed the hidden button he'd learned a while ago.

"Uh..." Beel mumbled.

The brothers looked over and quickly met Beel's side where they saw what had his attention.

Inside Lucifer's office was Altaira sprawled out on his desk, legs spread wide with her head hanging off the front edge of the desk with her mouth open in ecstasy and breasts bouncing with every thrust she took. Between her legs stood Lucifer holding them as far apart as possible, pounding away his cock into her leaking cunt. Both were as naked as the day was long, and each of the brothers went pale as they watched the entire thing unfold, or rather, watched Lucifer unfold Altaira further, and further...

"What the fuck, Lucifer!" Satan barked, turning away first to cover his eyes. "The hells is wrong with you?!"

Lucifer's head snapped up, and he snarled at the intrusion. "Get out, all of you," he barked. Altaira's eyes opened, and she saw the six brothers upside down from her view and grinned. They began to scatter, except Asmo, who just admired the two, before Mammon came back with his eyes covered to drag his younger brother away.

Altaira pulled her head up some to look at Lucifer. "Are you good to continue? Or do you want to stop?"

"Oh, I'm not stopping now. I've merely had a taste of you, and I'm not letting go just yet."

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[awholelotofladybug]

On Ice 2: A Stammering Adrien AU Story

Based on this AU.

Disclaimer: The only characters or locations I own are the ones I make up. All other fictional characters and locations in Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir are the property of Thomas Astruc and Zag. Please support the official release.

Ladybug hissed at the cold as she navigated through a now-frozen Paris. Even with the new power-ups, every second she spent moving through the chilled wind felt like an hour. Her cheeks and nose were probably the coldest. She'd give almost anything for a scarf or a ski mask at that moment.

'Maybe thinking about warm things will help,' she thought. 'A blanket. No, warmer. Hot cocoa. Better, but still not warm enough. A nice campfire. Yeah, that's good. A big, heavy coat. That works too. Chat Noir. Wait, Chat Noir?'

Yes, amid her thinking, Ladybug saw her partner coming toward her, as fast as a torpedo.

"Chat!" she exclaimed with a smile.

"M'lady!" Chat shouted as he rushed to hug her. "Boy, am I glad to s-s-s-see you!"

Ladybug laughed. "You too, kitty. Say, how were the macaroons I gave you last week?"

"Delicious," said Chat. "Ate… Ate the whole box in one go."

"Careful, kitty. Don't want to overdo it with the sweets," Ladybug teased as she patted his stomach.

Chat chuckled. "Moi? Never."

Ladybug smiled. It was always great to catch up with Chat. It was just a shame it had to be during an Akuma attack. That's when the windchill came back.

"Brrrr. This cold is driving me crazy," said Ladybug. "We better get a move on and…"

"Put this Akuma on ice?" Chat said with a smirk.

Ladybug couldn't help but let out a snort. Yes, the pun was lousy, but in the funniest way. And she could see the smug look on Chat's face. He had one every time he made her laugh.

"Honestly," she said. "Are you a cat or a clown?"

Chat shrugged. "C-C-C-Can't I be both?"

With a few more chuckles, the young duo stopped their jesting and went through the streets to find the Akuma, hopefully before they caught frostbite.

Frozer laughed as he skated expertly across the frozen Parisian pathways.

"Ah, revenge really is like ice cream," he said. "Sweet and best served cold. Wouldn't you agree, Hawkmoth?"

"Overused metaphors aside," said Hawkmoth telepathically. "There's still the matter of Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculouses."

"Keep your jacket on," said Frozer. "I'm sure those little pipsqueaks are on their way right now. And once they get here, I'll make them into Ladybug and Cat-sickles."

"Ooh, Do those c-c-c-come in different flavors? I'm p-p-partial to orange, myself."

Frozer's eyes went wide as he spun around to see none other than Ladybug and Chat Noir in the flesh.

Frozer smirked. "Well, if it isn't Paris' favorite pair of pipsqueak protectors. Come to see me turn Paris into my own winter wonderland?"

"Sorry, Frozer, but we're here to serve you a piping hot plate of justice," said Ladybug.

"Ooh," said Chat. "G-Great one-liner, m'lady."

"Yeah," said Frozer with a grin. "Great one-liner. I'd even say it was COOL!"

FWOOSH!

With one swift motion, Frozer sent a barrage of sharp icicles flying toward the heroes.

"M'lady, look out!" Chat exclaimed.

As he did, he pushed Ladybug and himself out of the way, only getting half of his tail cut off.

"Yikes!" said Ladybug. "Chaton, are you okay?!"

Chat picked himself up. "I'm alright, m'lady. J-J-J-Just a little winter wardrobe malfunction."

Ladybug would have made a witty reply, but she and Chat found themselves dodging another icy blast as Frozer continued his assault. It was one dodge after another in what almost felt like a dance for survival. Ladybug even caught herself doing a pirouette.

"You kids are good," said Frozer, "Would have made some excellent students if the city hadn't decided to RUIN MY LIFE!!"

As the villain ranted, Ladybug and Chat took cover behind a frozen bus.

"I think now would b-b-be a pretty good time for one of your lucky charms, m'lady," said Chat.

"Right," said Ladybug as she drew her yo-yo. "LUCKY CHARM!"

With a burst of energy and a flash of light, a large bag of salt materialized before them.

"A bag of salt?" Ladybug pondered.

"Of course," said Chat. "When salt d-d-dissolves, the sodium and chloride separate and..."

Chat's statement found itself cut short when an icicle pierced the ground in front of him, forcing him and Ladybug to move.

"Layman's terms?" Ladybug asked.

"Salt melts ice," said Chat. "Quick, toss me the bag."

Ladybug tossed Chat the bag, but as she did, she couldn't help but worry.

'Does he know what he's doing?' she thought.

However, just before he rushed off, Chat gave her a wink and a smirk. Her fears were put to rest.

'Oh,' she thought. 'He definitely knows what he's doing.'

Once he was close enough, Chat opened the bag, and did what he did best. He ran his mouth.

"Hey, F-F-F-Frozer, next time, try for a more original gimmick," he said. "There's, like, a dozen ice-themed supervillains already."

Frozer snarled. "You're judging me?! Who's the one running around in a kitty costume?!"

"No judgment," Chat said with a shrug. "I'm just... I'm just saying. Ice-themed villains are a dime a dozen."

Frozer's temper flared as he kept blasting at the young hero, only for him to dodge every shot

"Oops, touched a nerve. You know, for an ice villain, you're a real hothead," said Chat.

"You insolent little whelp!" Frozer exclaimed. "When I'm done with you, there won't be enough of you to fit in an ice tray."

Chat chuckled. "You know, I think you need t-t-to lighten up. No need to let a few jokes make you SALTY."

Salt was sprinkled all over the villain in the blink of an eye, and whatever wasn't on him made it to the ice beneath his feet. The once-solid ice became a pile of slush, and the villain would find himself hitting the ground with a painful THUD.

"Ladybug, now!" Chat exclaimed.

Ladybug wasted no time, skating as fast as her skates could carry her. She rushed over and snatched the earrings from Frozer's ears, smashing them until the Akuma finally emerged.

"No more evil-ding for you, little Akuma," she said with a swing of her yo-yo. "TIME TO DE-EVILIZE!"

The butterfly was captured, cleansed, and set free.

"Bye-bye, little butterfly," said Ladybug. "MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!!"

She tossed the empty bag of salt in the air, and in an instant, Paris went from a frozen wasteland to the City of Love again. Frozer transformed back into Phillipe, who couldn't help but shed a tear.

"I meant no harm," he said. "I was just trying to save my business, my dream."

Chat stepped up. "I'm sure a few more c-c-customers and a good lawyer can help. Your dream doesn't have to be over yet."

"Chat Noir's right," said Ladybug. "In fact, maybe we can help. We've pushed a product or two in the past."

"You two would do that for me? Oh, merci, Ladybug, merci beaucoup," said Phillipe as he picked himself up.

Ladybug nodded. "Whatever we can do to help."

With everything settled, Ladybug and Chat ended the mission with their signature fist bump.

"Bien Joué!"

Luka stood outside the locker rooms of the ice rink, conflicted.

'She's right in there,' he thought. 'You could just knock on the door, ask her to come out, and talk about it.”

Did Luka really want this? Did he want to risk breaking Adrien’s heart by asking Marinette out? It’s not like Adrien couldn’t find someone else, right? Then again, he knew for a fact that Adrien and Marinette loved each other. Did he really want to disrupt that? This debate went back and forth as his hand unconsciously moved toward the locker room door. That’s when he heard a loud “Ahem.” He turns to see an irritated-looking Kagami Tsurugi, causing him to gulp.

"Kagami, I swear, this isn't what it looks like..."

"I hope not," said Kagami. "Because it looked like you were about to be a total scumbag."

Luka threw up his hands in defense. "I was just going to knock, that's all."

"And then what?"

Luka sighed. That one question managed to put an end to Luka's mental debate.

"You know, for a second, I really was ready to disrupt their melody, just to be with Marinette," he said. "But I can't... No matter how much I want to."

"I know the feeling. Part of me wants Adrien more than anything, but he's chosen his target, and it's not me."

Luka exhaled. "Yeah. But hey, it's not that bad, right? I mean, they make each other happy."

"Yeah... Yeah, you're right," said Kagami. "And besides, there are plenty of fish in the sea, right?"

"Exactly. I ought to know. I live on a boat," said Luka.

Kagami shook her head. She could tell Luka was prouder of that joker than he had any right to be. Still, the point was as clear as crystal. Marinette and Adrien were meant for each other, and Kagami and Luka's destiny lied elsewhere. As this thought began to sink in, Marinette and Adrien emerged from the girl's and boy's locker rooms respectively. Without missing a beat, Kagami and Luka rushed to them.

"Are you okay, Mari?"Luka asked. "You're not hurt, are you?"

Marinette blushed and smiled. "I'm okay. No harm done."

Luka felt a wave of relief was over him. Meanwhile, Adrien was being inspected from head to toe by Kagami and Gorilla, causing his face to turn a bashful pink.

"I-Is this n-n-necessary?" Adrien asked.

"Hold still," said Kagami. "Gotta make sure you're okay."

Adrien shooed their hands away. "I'm fine. Really."

"Hey, don't you dismiss me," said an irritated Kagami. "I was worried."

"I know. I'm s-s-s-sorry. But really, I-I'm okay."

Kagami smiled. Everything seemed to wrap up nicely until Kagami caught Adrien and Marinette awkwardly avoiding each other's eye contact. She groaned softly, growing weary of this emotional rollercoaster, but then, with the ding of a phone notification, Kagami got an idea.

"Hey, Luka, my ride is here. You need a lift home?" she said with a wink.

"O-Oh, yeah, sure. Thanks," said Luka. "I'll get my things."

Adrien and Marinette's faces both went pale as they heard their friends' plan. Adrien shot a desperate look to Kagami, and Marinette to Luka. Both expressions screamed, "Please don't leave!" But these pleas fell on deaf ears, for better or worse, as Luka mouthed 'Good luck' to Marinette and Kagami mouthed 'You've got this' to Adrien. Without another word, the heiress and the musician were out the door, and Marinette and Adrien were left alone.

Adrien could already feel himself starting to shake. Left alone with his crush. What was he to do? He couldn't just run. What would she think of him? But that blunder they had on the ice was just so awkward, so embarrassing, how could they even hope to address it? Then again, if they didn't talk about it, would anything change? That's when Adrien made his decision. He took a deep breath, forced himself to stop shaking, and looked at Marinette.

"Hey, M-M-Marinette..."

Marinette gulped. "H-Hey, Adrien..."

"About what happened on the ice," he said. "I'm really s-s-s-sorry. I was... I was caught up in what I was doing, and..."

"No, no, no, I'm sorry. It was my fault," she said before chuckling. "Clumsy ol' Marinette, right? You're fine, really."

"You're not that clumsy all the t-t-t-time. Besides, I'm... I'm the one who got on the ice without knowing the first thing about skating."

"Yeah, but this was my idea, and..." Marinette said before shaking her head. "You know what, this is silly, letting a little spill embarrass us so much. Accidents happen, right?"

Adrien gave a sigh of relief. "Yeah, yeah. Accidents. That's all that was. An accident."

Marinette blushed. "So maybe, if you want, we can do this again?"

"Yeah," said Adrien with glowing, pink cheeks. "I-I'd like that."

Just then, Adrien felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked to see his bodyguard tapping his wristwatch.

"Oops, that's right. I have to go," said Adrien.

Marinette then looked at her phone. "My ride's here too. Have a good night, Adrien."

The two youngsters parted ways. Both seemed calm, but they were doing cartwheels and backflips in their heads. Despite the awkwardness and embarrassment, both were excited to see each other again. A small victory. One both Marinette AND Adrien hoped would lead to something more.

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[starsfic]

When you have the time, art school au prompt: Nezha meeting the traffic light trio

"Uh...who's that yelling at your dad?"

Qi Xiaotian looked up at Long Xiaojiao's words, looking around. His baba's car was easy to spot- Sun Wukong had apparently purchased the Thunderbird in a hideous shade of peach pink decades ago- as well as the badly dyed amber curls. What was unfamiliar was the figure leaning over Wukong, poking him in the chest.

"I have no idea-"

"Oh, it's Nezha." The two turned to Red, who blinked at them. "Li Nezha? You know, the student council president, that famous student ballerina?"

"Oh, I didn't vote."

"I didn't even know we had a student council!"

Red sighed. "Hopeless." he grumbled, pinching the brows. "Xiaotian, his father works with your father, remember? Li Jing?" Xiaotian shrugged and Red sighed. "Let's go see why he's yelling at your father, then."

As they approached, the scene became more clear. Nezha was not leaning over Wukong. The view wasn't helped by the red roller-skates he wore, but Xiaotian's baba was leaning back, looking incredibly calm. And, as they got closer, they could hear more.

"-and I don't need my father calling me to let me know you did something stupid!"

"He did something stupid first, kid. I'm not apologizing for my reaction to that."

"He didn't do anything stupid, he was just teaching me a-" Nezha paused, revealing his hair was slightly messy, as if he had been tugging on it. Xiaotian froze. This guy gave off the aura of an angry tiger, like he was just begging to punch or bite someone, whatever came first. "Are you his son?!"

"...yes?"

"Tell him he's an idiot." Nezha finally seemed to relax, letting out a sigh and turning back to said father. Xiaotian, now that he was closer, could see the concern in his eyes. "Good day, Wukong. Please don't make my father send any more messages like that again." Without another word, Nezha skated away, sending a polite nod to Red.

The trio blinked.

"...what...was that all about?"

"Eh, Nezha's father is a "friend" of your dad," They could hear the quotes around the word. "And he's basically a jackass, especially to Nezha. I kinda..." Wukong sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I gave him some of my thoughts and he decided to yell at Nezha, like it was his fault." There was a pause, full of unspoken words. He perked up, a shiny smile forming.

"Who wants to run and get ice cream?!"

The double meaning was clear.

[green-like-the-sky]

hello! i hate to seem impatient, but did you receive my ask about your time travel au tomtom headcanons? i'm worried that tumblr might've eaten it. thanks! ^^

BESTIE I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY tumblr didn't eat it i just forgor

ok, tomtom time travel headcanons! this is long and rambling sorry

full disclosure i started tinkering with a time travel au for them right after i read The Mirror and the Light, so back in 2020(!). Since I got back into Wolf Hall recently, I decided to pick it up again. I don't want to give away all the plot points so some spoilers are under the cut!

they come through to modern London just before More's trial (opening scene of the fic posted here!). The Tower is a crossing point in my mind, so much has taken place there and so many lives have been lost that the temporal walls are thin. Other people from their time have crossed through too. Perhaps they meet up with them in the future... (they 100% do)

Cromwell is convinced modern London is not real, he's just hallucinating or having a fever relapse and it takes him a few days to come to terms with the fact that yes, they're really 500 years in the future. The things that have stayed the same (more or less) convince him. The Thames. The trees on Putney Heath. More being insufferable now as he was then.

More actually accepts the time travel pretty quickly but he pretends not to because he knows that will annoy Cromwell.

they are told by their host (spoilers!) not to google themselves, because they can't know their historical fates in case they ever get transported back to 1500s (nobody knows how the time travel works, or if it will happen again)

(the internet, generally, is astounding and More immediately wants to know what became of Erasmus and who the Pope is now)

Later they both confess to googling themselves anyway. Not to know what their own fates were, but what became of Gregory and Meg. Bonding moment!

After they have acclimatised for a couple of days they are let out to explore London on their own. They get lost on the tube. They go to a coffee shop and don't know how to order so end up just ordering what the people in line ahead of them got (iced mocha with whipped cream nearly kills More)

Cromwell wonders what he could have achieved in Henry's court, with internet access.

Cromwell also wonders what he could have achieved in Henry's court, caffeinated.

They contemplate starting a podcast (thankfully they are talked out of this)

Eventually Cromwell realises the insufferableness of More is not actually insufferable. Sudden overwhelming realisation that perhaps the reason he tried so hard to make him take the oath was that back then he was in love with him. More: didn't you know?

They hook up.

The fic ends with them having been in the future for four years and counting. They're both perfectly happy. More is a university lecturer (his knowledge of european reformation literature is astounding, his colleagues think!). Cromwell has been dabbling in law again. They've got a nice place with a little garden, plenty of room for More's animals (Cromwell makes fun but he does have a black cat of his own)...

ANNE is the only other person from their time period who also came through the doorway in the Tower. It happened just before her own execution so she is slightly ahead of them, in Tudor-timeline. She also has been in the future for 20 years, she's thoroughly established, she fits neatly in to modern London, she has a great job, she's divorced with a grown up daughter.

(her grown up daughter is the person who finds the Toms in the Tower, believes who they say they are and takes them back to Anne's flat the first night).

Anne slaps Cromwell when she first meets them in modern times. She ignores More.

Anne is annoyed they are there, but knows how they're feeling and what they need to do to survive in the 2020s. It's also nice to see familiar faces, even if it is them

They end up all going to a karaoke bar and get drunk, and, well, 500 years is a long time to hold a grudge.

The Toms' girldad instincts kick in around Anne's daughter. She's in the first year of her undergrad and More can't resist helping with essays. Cromwell bonds with her over the weirdness of them both being separated from family by half a millenium (she's desperate to know about her 'big' sister, Elizabeth I!)

I have rambled on a lot here sorry but that's a general overview! if you want to know anything else please do ask!!

[hwa-stars]

Skirt lifter (Chapter 6)

Genre: High-school au, slow burning love, fluff, mention of mature language (+14)

Pairing: non!idol Park Seonghwa x fem!named reader

Summary: In which Park Seonghwa is accused of being a pervert.

Word count: 937

Taglist: @dinossaurz @babigriin @hecateslittlewitchling (if anyone wants to be added to the taglist, please comment)

Seonghwa was greeted by almost every student the we passed by, being next to him making small talk with everyone got me feeling very small.

"Seonghwa!" Someone called from behind.

"What's up Yeonjun." Seonghwa greeted him.

"Coukd you take a look at this? The adviser is asking for the final arrangement." The boy handed him some papers.

They started discussing about the paper, I decided to keep my distance and just waited for him outside. I sat on some benches and tuck my hands in my hoodie, how different Seonghwa and I are.

"You need to stop disappearing on me Pororo." Seonghwa suddenly appeared with his hands resting on his knees.

"Well, I'm still here." I pointed out obviously.

"I meant quit leaving without saying where you're going." I stood up and he looked at me.

"You were talking to someone and I didn't want to interrupt." I started walking ahead.

"You're not an interruption Pororo." He walked beside me "He was the one interrupting" He muttered.

"What did you said?" He shook his head.

"Anyways, where should we get ice cream?"

"We could just get some at a convenience store" I pointed out the nearest store.

"What? No!" He exclaimed.

"Why not?"

"I..." He trailed off looking at anywhere but me. "I don't eat ice cream in a plastic wrapper."

Is he kidding me? What a brat!

"You know they hace cones." I informed him.

"I don't like eating ice cream in cones, it's messy."

"They have them in plastic cups."

"I'm lessening my plastic consume." He blurted out "Save the planet!" He lifted his fist in the air.

"Yeah, we love an environmental advocate." I replied sarcastically.

"Aww, you love Pororo?" He cooed.

"Whatever, so where do you propose we go?" I crossed my arms.

"Let's go to the nearest ice cream store."

"And that would be?"

"It says here that the nearest store is..." He looked at his phone. "In downtown." He said with a smile.

"Are you kidding? That's like an hour from here."

"I know, so quit chatting Pororo." He started walking "We have no timemto wasted."

"Are you sure you want to go all the way there just for an ice cream?" Inasked incredulously.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I told you, I love ice cream."

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"I can't believe I'm doing this" I muttered when we take the bus. "Don't you have anything better to do?" I asked Seonghwa as he sit next to me.

"Nope."

"That doesn't mean I don't."

"Well do you have anything?" He glanced at me.

"Shut up." I muttered

"Quit with the whinning Pororo, we're gonna have so much fun."

"We're just gonna get ice cream. Not roam around downtown." I pointed out.

"You can't go to downtown and not roam around Pororo." He looked at me "That's an spoken rule."

"Says who?"

"Me."

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We managed to get to the ice cream shop, but it was Saturday so it was packed with people.

"Should we go to other store?" I asked

"No, they have th best ice cream in town." Seonghwa scanned the store. "Look Pororo! There's a table, go before someone else takes it." He pointed a couple leaving the table.

I sat down and observed the busy streets of the town, since it was getting dark the stores were turning their lights, illuminating the area. I looked across the street a guy performing and since my spot I had a perfect view and looked in awe at the guy, he was surrounding by a big audience who started clapping as he finished his performance and started getting ready for other song.

Seonghwa came back with two paper cups of ice cream, he set the vanilla one in front of me and he had a rainbow while sitting down next to me.

"You didn't asked what was my order." I said serious.

"Didn't you say at the bus that you like vanilla?"

"It doesn't mean that I was gonna be my order."

"Then, what would have been your order?" He smirked at me while eating his ice cream.

"Nevermind." I muttered and took a scoop of it. "How much is it?"

"It was free, they said it was free ice cream day."

"Oh really?" I asked and look at the counter. "Then why are those people paying?"

"Damn Pororo, let me treat you some ice cream." I shrugged and muttered a thank you.

"He looks hot." I said watching the guy performing again.

"You think he's hot?" Seonghwa shot me a look and I nodded.

"His dance was, all dancers are hot."

"I can do better." He hummed.

"Sure, sweetheart."

"I'm serious."

"I never said otherwise."

We continue watching the guy performance, until Seonghwa stood up from his seat.

"Where are you going?" I called out and he ignored me and exited the store.

Was he leaving me here, after dragging me to this place?"

Then I almost choke with the ice cream as I saw Seonghwa joinning the guy. They started dancing and even the people at the store take a peek at him and true true his words, Seonghwa was better than the guy his face expression change and he looked like a different person, Seonghwa shot me a wink and I blushed.

After a few minutes, Seonghwa came back and the people at the store clapped for him and he bow with a smile.

"Well Pororo?" He greeted me with a biggest smile I've ever seen.

"Your ice cream is melting Seonghwa." I point out the melting ice cream and he only shook his head with the same smile.

[weirdo09]

i have a goldenpunk(chaipunk) au that i’d like to share

ok so florist! pavitr n regular flower buyer! hobie, he just says he’s buying flowers to look at pavitr a little more. sadly, all of hobie’s charm seems to leave him as soon as he sees pavitr. he really leaves him speechless, pavitr’s a ball of pure, unsolicited sunshine.

scenario —

hobie found this nice little flower shop and decided to check it out. once he walks in, he’s hit with an overload of smells. a boy behind the counter catches his eye, he has a bright smile on his face. hobie melts like ice cream on a hot summers day, he looks around and pretends to occupy himself with the bouquets. pavitr sees this and excuses himself.

“hello, do you need any help?” he asks hobie, who looks at him. he’s a few inches shorter than hobie so he had to look down at him. “uh, no, thanks.” hobie said before rushes out the store, leaving pavitr standing there in bewilderment.

“pav, you ok? you look sad.” gayatri asked, helping pavitr close up shop. “ah, i don’t know, gayatri,” pavitr began, “this cute guy came into the shop earlier and i think i scared him off.” pavitr finished with a frown. gayatri softly smiled at him, “i’m sure you just startled him with your sunshiney energy, ‘s all.” she reassured him, pavitr smiled back. “thanks, gaya.” he replied, “you’re welcome.” she said.

over the course of a few days, hobie popped up at the flower shop hoping to finally get the courage to talk to pavitr. ‘c’mon, hobie ya can do this! ‘t’s nothin’!’ hobie thought to himself as he walked into the store. pavitr was staring near the entrance, sprucing up some of the flowers.

“hi.” hobie said, pavitr turned around. “hello.” he replied, they stood staring at each other before hobie said the next thing. “ya wanna go out?” he said bluntly before ultimately regretting it. pavitr giggled and smiled, “sure, uh you can stay the rest of my shift if you want, just look like you’re going to buy something!” pavitr said, hobie smiled a bit. “alrigh’, luv.” he replied, pavitr could feel his heartstrings burst.

after pavitr’s shift, the two hit the town. “so, where are we going, hobie?” he asked, hobie just hummed. “it’s a surprise.” he said flatly, pavitr deflated. “but-.” he began to say but hobie shushed him, “don’t worry, luv, we’ll be there soon.” he reassured him, pavitr pouted.

“‘ere we are!” hobie said, pavitr looked up. “a alleyway?” he asked, hobie nodded. “ya want ta see somethin’?” he asked, pavitr gave him a look. “sure?” he replied before he was pulled into an alleyway.

“is this the surprise?” pavitr asked, hobie chuckled. “nah, luv, we make ta surprise.” he said, pavitr hummed. “spray paint?” hobie asked, pavitr shrugged and took one.

after some time, the two had made some pretty funky graffiti. hobie slinked an arm around pavitr’s waist, who blushed slightly. “ya like it?” hobie asked, turning his head to face pav. “yes, it’s nice.” pavitr said, looking at hobie’s lips.

“can i?” pavitr whispered, hobie smirked. “go a’ead” he whispered back. pavitr grabbed hobie’s chin and kissed him. hobie seemed to relax right then and there. pavitr broke apart the kiss, hobie frowned. “aye!” he exclaimed, pavitr smiled. “you liked that?” pavitr asked smugly, hobie squinted at him. “are ya implyin’ ‘hat i liked the kiss?” he asked, pavitr gave him a look.

“i know you liked it, hobart.” pavitr said, hobie held his heart. “oh no! anythin’ but the full name!” hobie joked, pavitr smiled.

[woobly]

PLUCK MY HEARTSTRINGS. track_013 — infinite rizz

𓂋˚˖ PAIRING. rival band lead guitarist! sunwoo x band rhythm guitarist! fem! reader

𓂋˚˖ GENRE. social media au with some written text, rivals to lovers, band au, college au, fluff, crack, angst

𓂋˚˖ WC. 1.4k words (pretty rushed n dialogue-heavy bc im kinda lazy,, mb)

𓂋˚˖ A/N. hello i am back from hell ..... (technically not rlly bc i still have 2-3 midterms this week but soon 🤞🏼🤞🏼)

𓂋˚˖ SYNOPSIS. competing against a rapidly rising all-male band from another school at an intercollegiate music festival doesn't really sound too bad on the surface. until you see their lead guitarist—the same boy who always made sure you knew who was the better guitarist between the two of you in high school.

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Saturday afternoon finally came around, meaning you were currently hanging out with your bandmates and your practice room neighbors. You all decided to have a picnic at the park that happened to be right smack in the middle of IST and Cre.ker, the two universities that you and your friends were attending. Yes, friends—whether you consider Sunwoo a friend was still up for debate, but his other band members were definitely fun to be around.

About an hour had already passed since you and Ryujin arrived with snacks in hand. The others brought the other essentials—picnic blankets, an acoustic guitar, bluetooth speakers, and even more food. The picnic had been going pretty well, with people recognizing some of you (mostly the guys) and Jacob providing relaxing background music with his guitar. Haewon was present as well, even if she isn’t part of either band, but no one seemed to mind since she blended in almost too easily.

Just before the sun was about to set, Haewon announced that she had to leave early.

“Sorry guys, I have a gig in an hour,” she shyly admitted as she began fixing her things.

“You perform too?”

“No, I do modeling sometimes,” Half the group gasped, while the other half nodded in understanding, causing her to giggle. Once she was ready to to leave, she approached you first, crouching beside you. “Y/N, are you free tomorrow?”

You turn to her suddenly confused. “I have some errands to do in the afternoon, but otherwise, yeah. Why do you ask?”

“Do you wanna hang out with me for lunch then? There’s this restaurant I’ve always wanted to try,”

You blinked blankly at her a few times before glancing at Sunwoo who’s already been looking at the two of you. “What about Sunwoo? And Eric?”

Haewon glanced at them as well, then smiled and turned back to you. “Oh, I’ve had enough of them for now. I wanna catch up with you,”

You would be lying if you said you weren’t taken aback, but you agreed anyway.

“Great! I’ll send you the address later.” she said before bidding her final farewells to the rest of the group and walking back to her car, with Sunwoo tagging along.

“Were you ever close with her?” Ryujin, who was seated next to you and eavesdropped on your conversation with Haewon, suddenly asked, bringing you back to reality from mindlessly staring at Haewon and Sunwoo walking away.

“Um, no actually. She was always in a different class. Kinda wish she wasn’t though, maybe I could’ve gotten higher grades in groupworks,” you joked, causing Ryujin to smile and scoff.

“Do you think it’s weird?”

“What’s weird?”

“Her asking you out for lunch like that in front of everyone,”

“You don’t think I’m the type to get asked out like that?” you joked again, trying your best to sound as offended as possible.

Giving up, Ryujin sighed and said, “Never mind I asked,” and took a piece of her french fries.

Giggling, you also took one of her fries and dipped it in your cookies and cream ice cream before popping it into your mouth. “I’m kidding. I’m sure she doesn’t mean it like that. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with hanging out and reconnecting,”

“Still. If she really is asking you out, you better say no because I was already thinking about asking her out,”

“You what?” Another voice suddenly joined your conversation, a voice distinctly Sunwoo’s.

“Yeah, you got a problem with that, Mr. ‘I got infinite rizz’?”

“I do actually,”

“Oh? And why is that?” You merely chuckle as you watched them bicker and Sunwoo eventually having to admit defeat.

“Guys, can we please cut the cake now?” Hyunjae whines out of nowhere, and you slightly cringe watching the older boy act like a child.

“Wait, let’s take pictures first!”

After settling down from the quick photoshoot under the setting sun, Sangyeon and Seunghee begin passing slices of the celebratory cake they bought. As you ate your share, you noticed Sunwoo removing the berries on his slice.

“You don’t like the berries?”

“No, you can have them,”

Hesitantly, you took one of the berries he set aside on his plate. Plopping it in your mouth, you smiled and swayed a little, happy from receiving extra free food. Sunwoo watched you take his food and simply chuckled.

Borrowing (read: stealing) Jacob’s guitar, Sunwoo began to play random chords. You couldn’t help watching in awe since he was seated next to you as you continued eating your slice of cake. You kept switching from looking at his right hand that was plucking by the sound hole and his left hand that was smoothly switching positions on the fretboard. Everything about the way he handled the guitar was so serene, grasp ever gentle and fingers calm and relaxed—much different compared to how he played on stage. You didn’t realize you were watching so intently until you heard Hyunjae’s laugh suddenly boom from where he was standing.

Snapping out of your trance, you look away for a second and speak loud enough just for Sunwoo to hear.

“What song is that?”

Sunwoo hummed, as if to contemplate a seemingly simple question. “Nothing. I don’t think we’re close enough for me to tell you yet,”

“Oh? But I think I know you quite well already. You’re kinda easy to read,”

“And what might you have concluded from reading me so well?” he playfully said, finally looking up from the guitar in his hands.

You smiled, already knowing where this is going. “That you may or may not have a teeny tiny crush on someone I know,”

Sunwoo’s face goes slightly pale, and he pauses his movements, momentarily forgetting the next chord of the same pattern he’s been playing for a while. You laughed at his reaction, it was priceless, but practically confirming with the boy himself that he did in fact liked Haewon felt a little weird.

Suddenly becoming defensive, Sunwoo raises his hand in an attempt to redeem himself. “Okay, to be fair, that was high school. I don’t—”

“What?! Oh my god, this is worse than I thought,” laughing your ass off, he tried to calm you down but to no avail. When you finally caught your breath, you looked at Sunwoo and chuckled at him.

“Please tell me you wrote a song about her,”

Sunwoo looked at you with obvious defeat and lied down with his back on the picnic mat.

“Oh my god,” you chuckled again, but this time, you couldn’t bring yourself to laugh as much anymore. “Okay, I’ll stop. But not without hearing it,”

“You’ve been listening to it the entire time,”

You gasped, finally connecting the dots. But somewhere between all the putting two and two together, you remembered the serenity that had been radiating off of him earlier, and that tugged at you a little, knowing the reason behind that peacefulness.

“Got any lyrics?”

“Just one or two. I never really knew how to put it into words,”

You watched him watch the clouds move above you. He was responding to you, and yet his mind seemed to be so far away, perhaps lost among the puffs of gray that the breeze carried away.

“Play it again,”

“No, I wanna lie down,”

“Play it again,”

He sighed, sitting up and resting his hands on the guitar once again. As you paid more attention to the song, you began humming melodies and blurting out cliche lines that only a teenager with a crush would say.

As time went on, you began coming up with random lyrics about laundry and taxes, causing you both to laugh at how unserious the atmosphere had become. You were so busy busting out verses that neither of you noticed the others beginning to pack up.

“Give it up, guys. We’ve been listening to the same song for hours,”

“Y/N, let’s go home. I thought you had a project proposal due soon,” Ryujin whined as she started to feel tired.

“Shit, I forgot!” you cursed as you packed up your things as well. Sunwoo watched you leave his side and felt a little awkward just sitting there with the guitar, so he decided to help the rest pack up.

Before you knew it, everyone was already saying their goodbyes and beginning to walk back home.

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[sister-pianist-chan]

Jere best bisexual 🍦

Yes yes!!!

As a bisexual myself, I must say... He does give bisexual vibes. Yes, yes! ^^ I do write him as such in my fanfics too! 😉 One can dream... 😍

And then the ice cream video made me have that moment where I thought so too! xD 🍦🍦🍦

I kind of had more to say about this at the bottom before some people yell at me, so I'll make it optional and put it under the cut. (I want to acknowledge that this fandom is my home and I love you guys so much that I can be myself -my very delusional self- around you guys and don't need to hide. I mentioned the yelling because I've had people yell at me for my fanfics, but that's ok!) This post means a lot to me! 🥹

Now, before someone decides to burn me at the stake, I'm not gonna say he is because that's for Jere to tell us if he ever wants to share that with us (In my delusional world he is a bisexual king. He said he's straight -but I used to say so too and I used to have secret relationships, and sometimes I still lie about being straight because I grew up in a religious family and work at a religious school. You can probably see why Brother!Jere is my comfort character even though I'm not Catholic myself. I almost wrote a hilarious au fic about Jere being a funny Baptist preacher in a secret relationship with Bojan after that cursed Youth Pastor look Jere pic came out.- That aside, I'm not saying that's the case with Jere. Sorry for my tangent.)

I know in Linnanjuhlat he did make me ask some questions 🧐 especially when they asked him if he had a gf (I was kind of mad at them for that! None of their business!) he said something along the lines of (and I'm paraphrasing, I may be misquoting so please don't take it as gospel) I don't know if a girlfriend or a boyfriend (Bro, nobody asked you about a boyfriend!!!!) is there or something like that. I screamed when I heard the word "poikaystävä" and even though that might not mean anything, I was like "boyfriend?!" 🧐🧐🧐💀💀💀💀 I've read some comments on Tumblr and on Twitter and such where people are like "did he just low-key come out as bisexual?" I asked myself that too. 😁

If he is, he'd be my ultimate hero and I'll love him even more for that! 🥹 In my delusional world, he is, and Bojan is his main bf, so is Nace, and then he's got his harem.

Sorry this post got lengthy! But thank you for your ask! 💚🍦

Have a K eating a Popsicle 😄

[kaizenkhaos]

Harringrove Lovefest: Spaghetti and Meatballs

For the 13th, I decided to finally add to the Kids Rainbow Connections AU I started to write last year, inspired by @ratbastardbilly's amazing Rainbow Connection drawing. This time Steve is sad that Billy isn't allowed to come to his house for dinner. Well, if Billy can't come to the dinner, then the dinner will come to Billy ^^

"Come on sweetie….it's your favourite."

Steve looked down at his plate and sulked, arms firmly crossed. Bottom lip stuck out over his top one. A scowl on his face which drew his eyebrows into a tight 'V' shape. It was his favourite, his mom was right. But that wasn't why he was angry, or refusing to eat. It wasn't why he was sat here in silent protest. He was angry at Billy's parents. Billy was supposed to be here and he wasn't, because they wouldn't let him come. And now he didn't want the meatballs because he wasn't hungry.

"Eat your dinner Steve."

"Billy should be here."

His mom sighed and looked over at his dad who just shook his head in disappointment and continued to eat his food. No excuses, said his look to her. Their son was going to eat.

"No ice cream for you or Kermit if you don't eat your spaghetti. And two meatballs."

This was his dad being reasonable; there were four big meatballs on his plate. But it wasn't nice saying Kewmit couldn't have ice cream. He was being good. Steve hated it when his dad was mean to Kewmit too. He did that every time Steve did something he didn't like. It wasn't fair!

So Steve had no choice. He started on the meatballs first. Made with love by his mom as was the tasty tomato sauce which the spaghetti and meatballs sat in. Did Billy's mom make him things like this? Did she stand in the kitchen in an apron, looking out the window as she passed meat from hand to hand? Steve knew Billy really liked fish because he always chose fish fingers over anything else at school. But he knew little else about Billy's home life. He didn't talk about it. He clearly loved his mom a lot though and did talk about her a lot.

Two meatballs eaten and Steve had an idea! If Billy couldn't come here to eat the spaghetti, then…

"MOM!"

"Not with your mouth full!" his dad scolded, putting his knife and fork before and going to clean his son up, who had sprayed sauce down his chin. "Swallow then speak son."

"Yes Steve?" his mom said.

"Can I take Billy some spaghetti to school in my Kewmit box?"

She looked at his dad who just shrugged whilst straightening up Steve's tiger onesie hood and cleaning up the splatter from his son's face.

"Yes we can Steve! That's a wonderful idea."

She knew how upset he was about Billy, had seen his little face crease up in the car as he'd tried not to cry, He'd been good in front of Billy and his mom, made it look like it didn't bother him. But it did and later he'd cuddled into her as he'd sobbed about it. Billy had looked blank but Steve's mom wondered if he was just trying to put a face on like her son had.

She'd only sighed before because she knew how stubborn Steve could be and he hadn't been like this for a while. He'd been so good recently.

Steve smiled, a small clap as he looked over at Kermit, a plastic imitation of their meal in front of him on a small toy place. His dad was now back in his seat, happy that his son was back to clean and tidy.

"Leave some of that too please Kewmit. For Animal." When Monday came, Steve was excited. He ran to the car, Kewmit box bouncing against his leg as he jumped up to pull the door open. Climbing up and getting himself and Kerwit settled in their matching car seats. His mom smiled at her son's eagerness, locking up and putting her key in her bag. His son's happiness was infectious; she wished she could be there to see Billy's face at lunch when the two boys ate together. She'd packed him two sets of plastic knives and forks from his Muppets set and put the plastic food in a small box. This was all in Steve's little backpack and this is what he was now thinking about. Miss Summer let them sit on one of the blankets if they promised to not leave a mess. But spaghetti was messy, so they couldn't use the blanket, They could use the plastic table outside the playhouse instead. He would ask Miss Summer. Maybe they could have juice boxes too if they were really good. He liked the juice boxes at school as did Billy. And Animal really liked the juice boxes; he did a funny little dance which made Steve giggle and kick his tiger feet. ---At nearly lunch time--- "Mom made spaghetti."

"That's nice," Billy said, a small smile as he put away the cars. "Mom made fish fingers."

"We never have fish fingers," Steve sighed, closing the cupboard and looking over at Billy. "Mom doesn't cook things out of boxes." Billy wished his mom would cook things like Steve's mom did. That would be nice, but she didn't at the moment. Not enough time and Billy had noticed how tired his mom was. He knew the real reason why she didn't cook. It was then that he realised Steve had left the playhouse and was now outside, setting the table. Plastic knives and forks and plates like they're going to eat. Billy wanted to tell him it's not dinner time, but then Animal, who liked to look at everything, pointed to the clock. It was dinner time! Steve had also got juice boxes, which made Billy and Animal so excited. Steve was the best! He always thought about him and Animal as well as himself and Kermit. As soon as Steve opened the lid on his favourite lunchbox, Billy's eyes were a picture and Steve was so happy to see his best friend's face light up. Steve giggled and watched as Billy and Animal slowly took their seats, eyes still on the spaghetti and meatballs.

"Is that…"

"Yep. It's for us to share. You couldn't come to my house so I bwing the spaghetti to you. Mom said I could."

"You're the best Steve!" Billy wiggled a little in his seat as Steve put the lunchbox in the middle of the table so both of them could get the spaghetti. Meatballs too! Four, one for each of them. And their favourite juice boxes. Billy was so happy and as he picked up his plastic knife and fork, he smiled so happily at Steve. Steve really was the best and Billy was glad that he'd talked to him in the sandbox. He was glad Steve was his best friend and that Kermit was Animal's.

"Let's eat!"

[innytoes]

More Dark Fantasy AU because when have I ever left well enough alone and @jmrothwell made me the prettiest moodboard.

-Rose's great grandmother was a changeling. Her great great grandparents went to the fair folk because they were having trouble conceiving a child and made a deal. They got their baby... only for it to be swapped with a changeling after a few months.

-They went to the fae like: um excuse me we want our child back. No we're not giving you this one, a deal's a deal. We gave you our heirloom music box to grow our family, it's not our fault you gave us two. You still have the music box so no refunds.

-That story had been passed down for generations and Ray always thought it was a sweet fairytale about found family and loving people even if they're not related by blood or a bit different. But nope, guess it was real.

-In true Molina fashion Ray is thus like: welp guess I have four new children now.

-Four very weird new children. At least Reggie is only a little bit out of time, but he's had to stop Luke from getting run over by a car at least four times already.

-Alex came from the 1920s and was promised a life where he could be himself, be as gay as he wanted, and dance the night away.

-Years and years of non-stop dancing, his feet moving against his will, was a very harsh lesson to learn about not making deals with the fae.

-The boys can all go invisible, but Julie can still see them.

-Victoria taking 3 minutes to freak out at the whole situations and shouting about demons while Willie tries to continue having a pleasant conversation with her and Reggie is like: hey, words hurt. ... And then she realises the stories her abuela told her and Rose were real and sets right to feeding these poor kids.

-Yes it takes some convincing that they can eat food here and still leave. Carlos demonstrates by eating and apple and prancing in and out of the door.

-Ray was pretty okay with his four new children. Getting the guys up to speed of Life on Earth In 2020 is... a bit hit and miss. Explaining the microwave to his new kids: great! They get it! They're so smart (especially when it comes to food). Forgetting to mention to take the tinfoil off the stuff Tía left in the fridge: less great! Especially because Willie is strangely enchanted by the fire extinguisher.

-They of course each have their own things they're excited about. Reggie is freaking out over the new Star Wars. Luke discovered Rock music. Alex is deep in a Britney Spears phase, and, to Julie's slight annoyance, a Dirty Candi phase.

-Willie is baffled and delighted by all kinds of odd things, and has fallen in love with waves. He tries to explain that it's kind of like home, without the bad parts: constant, the same, but ever-changing.

-Willie takes up surfing and Alex nearly swallows his tongue.

-Other human and earth things Willie is enchanted by: friendship bracelets, lava lamps, theramins, glittery gel pens, salt and vinegar chips, cats, and of course, skateboards.

-Out of all of his kids, Willie is definitely the one Ray worries the most about. The other boys are just out of time, but Willie has no reference for human culture or... anything.

-Like he doesn't understand that people crying or yelling or being in pain means they cannot do something because... well, that's just what Caleb expected. He doesn't understand that not everything needs to be a trade. He seems weirdly upset all days are the same length.

-Carlos made a sign that says 'it's been 0 days since Willie has done or said some freaky stuff'. The counter has never been higher than 1.

-Willie, staring straight into Ray's soul and is it just him or did his pupils and irises disappear to be replaced by an endless galaxy for just a moment: "The birds say you left a bag of groceries in your caw and your ice cream is melting."

-The ice cream is saved, the birds are fed some sunflower seeds, and Ray decides that Willie picking up language from the crows is not on the top of his list of priorities.

-Until the crows teach him to swear.