#but um...most of these are yikes

[scienceandfandoms]

Okay so we know that there are a disproportionate number of TME trans people appearing on Dropout, both by numbers and even more disproportionate by number of episodes, relative to TMA trans people. But I also find it worth mentioning that we just don't get to be on the silly game shows at all? Probably the most clippable shows, the ones I see circulate the most, are from Game Changer and Make Some Noise. They're certainly what drew me to Dropout.

Guess we're just not marketable enough. If you're REALLY lucky maybe you can be in the show about being pedantic or one single season of D&D. Otherwise fuck you

[little-eye-guy]

i've got this 2016 g2+ from before i went on hiatus and became a g1 lair and i'll be real my sentiment might be outweighed by the fact that i'm not big on the white xxy. so i've been considering replacing her

if i go with this dragon i might tweak the outfit some if needed

[obsidianbaby]

But that's what I love about you

synopsis - you always get told you're too loud and that your laugh is incredibly annoying but that's what your boyfriend chris loves about you the most

warnings/notes - NONE!! pure fluff, established relationship with chris, some pets names but like get over it ?

a/n - i loveddddd writing this request i had so much funnnn thank you sm @presleyanswrites

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The boys are pacing around the living room getting ready to go out to film a car video and chris notices you sulking on the couch.

"hey babe are you coming with us?" Chris asks from the kitchen looking over at you. Your face buried in your phone reading through comments on the last youtube video you featured in with the triplets.

"omg she's so fucking annoying"

"dont know how chris can put up with her"

"if i had her as a gf i would want to kms"

"her laugh tho? yikes"

"they must be so sick of her fr"

"how to fix my eardrums after hearing her yap the whole video no borax no glue"

chris noticing the sad look on your face, he wonders over to the couch and takes a seat beside you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. You continue to doom scroll through the comments, not being able to take your eyes off of the public hate flooding the internet.

"babyyyyyy" chris says softly against your neck.

"hmm?" you say not taking your eyes off of the screen.

"did ya hear me?" he asks, softly brushing the hair out of your face.

"no sorry, what did you say?"

"are you gonna come film with us? want you there with us tonight." he says sweetly, wrapping his arms around you pulling you against him.

"um... no i think i'll skip this one" you say quietly.

"what? you cant!!" Nick shouts from the kitchen.

you immediatley look up at nick and matt standing in the kitchen looking over at you and chris sitting on the couch.

"no it's okay guys i think i'll just go to bed or something" putting your phone down on your lap, the screen still open.

Matt and nick nod at you and start walking towards the stairs to the garage door.

"meet ya down there chris" Matt shouts as they disappear down the stairs.

"yeah guys i'll be there in a minute" chris says back. He sits up and turns his body towards you on the couch, "what's wrong baby?" chris asks searching your face.

"nothing chris im okay, just tired." you lie, looking down at your lap where your phone sits. Chris follows your gaze and sees your phone open on your lap and he looks back at you.

"whats going on hmm?" chris asks softly, reaching his hand to lift your chin to face him and he sees the emptiness in your puffy eyes. "have you been crying baby what's wrong?" he asks rubbing his hand against your cheek.

"it's nothing dont worry about it, go and film your video chris i'll probably be in bed when you get home" you say looking into his eyes, you can see the concerned look painted across his face and it melts your heart, you feel guilty about him wasting his time here with you instead of having fun with his brothers.

"listen, you can't lie to me like that you know how well i can read you," he starts, cupping your face in his hands bringing your face closely to his and he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, "now tell me what's going on i wanna help"

you close your eyes enjoying the soft embrace of his warm hands holding your heavy head and you let out a heavy sigh trying to collect your words without breaking out in a sob.

But chris is right in the way he can read you and he instantly pulls you into him and you bury your face against his chest, your tears starting to fall.

"its okay baby im here i've got you" he says rubbing your back in soft circles, "tell me when you're ready okay? i wont force you to talk about it if you dont want to okay?"

you nod into his chest and take a few deep breaths collecting yourself before you back up to look into his eyes, "i just feel like people don't want to see me with you guys. like in your videos... I don't think they like me that much..."

Chris nods and looks towards your phone sitting in your lap, "whats going on hm? you wanna show me?"

you hesitate fumbling your phone in your hands before you sigh and hand it over to him. He takes the time to read the disgusting comments glaring from your phone screen, the same that are still swimming in your mind.

he shakes his head and closes the app, putting your phone down behind him.

"you know none of that is true, right?" he says, reaching out to wipe the silent tears now strolling down your cheeks.

"but its not just a couple comments here and there, so many people are saying the same shit. That I'm too loud, that my laugh is annoying, that i talk too much, that you guys must be fed up with me i just feel so disgusting and embarrassed."

chris's eyes sadden at your words and he sighs looking down shaking his head, "i know dating a content creator must be difficult for you baby, there's always going to be people who have nothing but negative and hurtful shit to say but they don't matter."

"but they're right chris, your fans aren't the only people who've said im too much for them, i've been told that im too much my whole life.." you say hiding your face in your hands.

Chris gently holds your hands and pulls them away from your face holding them in his as he looks into your eyes.

"yet you're here with me right now. and you know what? you're not too much, not for nick, not for matt, and especially not for me. I love you and i love how outgoing and loud you are." he says smiling sweetly at you.

"but-" you start but chris interrupts you.

"but that's what i love the most about you. I love your contagious laugh, i love the way you can freely share your thoughts and opinions without hesitation. You're perfect for me and my heart would break if you ever tried to dim your light because of jealous assholes hiding behind their screens on the internet." he says smiling at you.

you sigh, knowing your boyfriend is right. he chose you. and he's choosing to give his undivided attention to you right now to make sure you feel better and to show you how much you mean to him.

"i love you...." he says looking at you waiting for a response.

"i love you too chris. i appreciate you so much you know that." you say meeting his eyes. he presses his forehead against yours and the two of you stay like that for a moment.

he pulls away and looks at you a stupid grin on his face, "of course you love me i'm the best" and you giggle at him shaking your head.

"i wouldn't go that far..." you say teasingly and he gasps pretending to act offended making you laugh. man he always knows how to make you feel better.

Chris's phone suddenly vibrates, an incoming call from nick coming up on his screen and he looks at it and answers it quickly, "yeah nick im coming okay be down in a minute" and he hangs up pocketing his phone.

"its okay if you still want to stay home baby it's up to you but just so you know, the three of us want you there yeah?"

"i know... I think i'm still going to stay home, probably watch a movie."

"sounds good baby, i'll text you okay?" chris says pulling you into a big hug and he sprinkles a bunch of kisses all over your face.

"see you soon" you say as you watch your boyfriend get up and walk towards the stairs to the garage.

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a/n - first fluffffffff let me know what y'all think!! sorry if you hate the pet names "baby" and "babe" i literally cannot stand y/n so i try really hard not to use it okok thank you for reading mwah!! xx

dts - @jnkvivi @bigbeefybitch @loud-sturniolos @d44rla @stuniolvs @stasiesturn @moeberry @sturniolocamper @thatssocancelled @bitchydragonparadise @crazy-people-are-here

[taintandviolent]

Le coup de foudre ; Gambit x Reader

summary: THIS IS PART 3 OF THE TACO TUESDAY SERIES! PART ONE HERE / PART TWO HERE! Reader is suffering, big time. She wants Remy, but he hasn't called. Post-Void, everyone got out alive and everything is fine.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 3.1K | some angst to start things off, smut with some plot (we've got an established relationship, huzzah), French and typing out accents/dialects, pet names (chere, mon ami, mon coeur, etc.), shower sex, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, no use of y/n, and some fluff at the end, because I went and broke y'all's hearts in the last chapter.

a/n: praying that the gambit fandom hasn't completely died out.... i'm so sorry this took me so long. banner by @/strangergraphics!

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The first day is the hardest. 

The first day is the hardest because by 1:30 PM, you realize that you’re in love with Remy Lebeau. You cry on the couch he kissed you on. Why are you crying? Because you can’t remember the last time you’ve been in love with someone, and you know what comes with love. None of it is good. 

The second day sucks too because you go to work, and come home to an apartment that, for the first time since you’ve lived there, really felt empty. There’s nowhere you can sit that he hasn’t touched. His memory lingers everywhere and try as you might, you can’t escape it. You aren’t sure you want to, either, which is troubling in and of itself. 

By the third day, your heart is aching, but it’s a dull ache. Something like anger has started to roil in your system, and you’re wondering why he hasn’t called, or stopped by. You can justify it by saying that you don’t know what mutant superheroes go through or what their daily life looks like, but you’re still sour that there’s been nothing but radio silence on his end. 

Day four comes and goes, and nothing changes. You’re still sad. You’re still angry. But most of all, you’re still lonely. 

Day five… however. Day five comes, you’ve cycled through all the stages of grief and landed somewhere on the spectrum of desperation. 

So, after work, you march across the hall to Wade’s, and knock three times in a little melody. After a few moments, the door flies open, revealing a very casual looking Wade. He’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt and grey sweats. You avert your eyes from his groin, out of respect. 

“Wade,” you stammer, scratching a non-existent itch on your arm. “Hey.”

“Pookie! How nice of you to stop by. Blind Al and I were just about to partake in some Colombian party powder, care to join us?” 

Your pupils dilate. Was he being serious? You couldn’t tell. “Uh… no. No, I’m good.” 

You shift uneasily. You aren’t sure how to start this, so you just blurt whatever comes out. 

“Wade… um. Look, I’m sorry to ask this of you. I just…. I can’t take it anymore. He doesn’t seem like the type to ghost someone, and I just… I really want to talk to him.” 

“You want Gambit’s number?”

You perk up, relieved that you didn’t have to ask the question yourself. Wade was more perceptive than you thought. 

“Y-yeah, if you have it.” 

“I don’t. Womp-womp. But I gave him yours.” 

“Oh…” A beat. “...wait. How did you get my number?” 

“Remember that package that was misdelivered?” 

“No….” 

“Yikes. Well, I do. It had your name and phone number on it. I figured it’d be useful to have so…” He taps the side of his head.

“Why did you… did he ask for it?” 

“Boy, did he.” 

You frown, feeling an overwhelming flurry of emotions. On one hand, he’s had your number and hasn’t called. On the other hand, he wanted your number. But he hadn’t done a damn thing with it. Your shoulders sink, unconsciously. 

“Oh, sweet cheeks. Someone play some Cigarettes After Sex, this is getting emotional.” Wade mock frowns, looking off to the left for a moment before his eyes dart back to you. “He’s probably saving lives or something heroic. Undisclosed mutant drama.”

“Thanks,” you murmur, choosing to ignore his weird commentary. “I appreciate it.” 

“What’re you gonna’ do now? Cue the depressed drinking montage.” 

“That’s a great idea, actually…” 

“No, no… let’s not.” 

You interject with a finger in his face. “Yeah, let’s.” 

“If you’re going to do that, let’s do it inside. C’mon.”  Wade doesn’t give you a moment to reject him, and plants both of his hands on your shoulders, yanking you forward. 

Turns out, Wade does have alcohol. He makes you a drink, something that tastes like whiskey. Maybe it's your whiskey, left over. You bring the glass to your lips, sucking the liquid down. It’s strong, but you aren’t complaining. 

“Oooohohoh, you’ve got it bad, huh? Heart eyes and all that mushy-gushy shit?”

You throw a glare his way, and take another sip. The liquor burns better than any remark you could’ve come up with.

“It’s okay,” he says, nodding. “I can’t say I blame you. It’s that Southern charm he’s got. Handsome, slick, and he can do magic tricks.” His eyes widen, excitedly. “How could you not fall in love with him?”

“Wade, you’re not helping.” 

“Sure I am,” he retorts. 

You take a seat on Wade’s couch, looking distraught. You’re thankful that Blind Al is in fact… blind because she can’t see the way that the tears are welling up in your eyes. You look at the chairs that you two sat on, flirting with each other.

“Oh,” Wade says, looking somewhat surprised. “Oh no.”

“She cryin’?” Blind Al asks. Great, she’s perceptive. You swallow back a sob, and bring the glass to your lips again. 

“Almost… almost… c’mon, give us a cinematic, single tear.” 

You shake your head and suck it up as best you can. You don’t want acknowledgement, that’ll only make it worse, possibly sending you into a fit of sobs. You don’t even know why you’re so upset – it’s not like he told you he never wanted to see you again. He just hadn’t… well, done anything and that was somehow worse.

“Je-sus…!” Wade says suddenly, leaning over to angrily look through the peephole. He stays there for a moment, before leaning back, a sly smile on his face. 

And that’s when you hear the dull thudding that has Wade’s attention. It sounds like a knock – a heavy handed one. 

You straighten your spine, curious. 

“Oh, this is too perfect.” He says under his breath, before taking one step towards you. “Save the waterworks, your Cajun Prince has returned.” 

You set the glass on the floor and scramble off the couch, practically on all fours as you run towards the door, pushing Wade out of the way. Standing on your tiptoes to look through the peephole for only a split second, you get a visual. Hurriedly, you twist the knob and throw the door open, wanting to rip it off its hinges. It bumps into the wall behind it, and your breath rushes out.  

Remy stands there, facing your door, his fist raised to knock again. He has a duffel bag on his shoulder, which slides off the second he hears your voice. 

“Remy?” you call, your voice quivering slightly. He turns abruptly, his coat flaring out behind him. He’s wearing armor now, and looks like he’s just come back from something serious.

“Chere? What’re you –” 

You don’t need to answer again, instead, just run across the hall, rushing into his arms. Your body hits him so hard that you let out a little vocalization, a delicate oomph, as you compress yourself to him. He immediately responds by wrapping one arm around your waist, and the other around the back of your head, hand petting your hair gently. 

He smells like blood, sweat and ash, but you nuzzle your cheek into the rigid plate of his purple chestplate anyway, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso in a desperate hug. 

After a moment, you pull away, just enough to look up at him. He looks down at you, his eyes burning with such an adoration that you can’t help but clench your stomach. He looks like he missed you as much as you missed him. 

“Is this your superhero outfit?” Your fingers stroke the ridges in his cowl, admiring it. Slowly, they trail down the length of it, and begin to make their way over his smooth chestplate. 

He laughs, looking down at you. “ ‘Spose so.”

“I like it.” 

Two smiles later, he pulls you in for a bruising kiss, lifting you up off the ground slightly. You’re on your tiptoes again, smashing your lips against his and tasting him as hungrily as you did the first time – if not hungrier. There’s something extremely erotic about kissing a costumed hero, something to do with uniforms and all that, you assume, but the butterflies in your stomach go wild at the feeling of his armor against you. This time, you don’t try to suppress anything and give into the feeling of it all. 

Someone sighs dreamily behind you and Remy breaks the kiss to look knowingly over the top of your head. Wade is leaning against his door frame, hands clasped in front of his chest. Short of having hearts bursting over his head, he’s silently gushing, his brows pulled together in a sappy expression, with a dorky smile curling around his lips.

“Oh, c’mon! Just a peek? Where’s your sense of fan service?!” 

“No, Wade.” Remy croons, opening your door and pulling you in with him. He shuts the door with one hand.

“Now before we get to the good stuff, I wanna’ wash this day offa’ me.” 

You nod your head, understanding, and reach for his hand. The bathroom is adjacent to your bedroom, so you lead him down the hall.

You flick on the light; it’s all dark tile and cool tones. You head to the sizable shower, and open the glass door, leaning in just enough to turn the knob. The water splashes to life, and steam fills the bathroom quickly. 

Watching Remy undress himself is like a strip tease that has you biting your lip. He’s determinate and meticulous, like he knows you’re watching. The jacket and armor pieces come off first, and get set on the edge of the bathroom counter. Then comes the shirt, revealing that delicious torso again, the one that you’ve been longing to run your hands over for almost a week. He quickly unzips his pants and drags them down his legs before setting them atop the rest of the items. The briefs are last – the perfect ending to reveal his heavy, flaccid cock before he turns, and walks into the shower. He’s got a perfect ass, too; muscular and round. You’re pretty sure you could bounce a quarter off of it. The water splashes against the roundness of his freckled shoulders, spattering against the muscle and onto the tile. 

“Chere, c’mere…” He reaches for your hand, pulling it inside the shower. 

“Wait, wait,” you laugh, and retract your hand. “I’m not coming in there fully dressed.” 

“Then get naked, mon amour. We know we done been waitin’ long enough to feel each other again.” 

You pull your shirt over your head, and reach around back to undo your bra. Your jean shorts are next, joining the pile on the floor.

The water is warm, but Remy’s naked body is even warmer. 

There’s a beautiful, tender familiarity in the way you touch each other, coupled with a hunger that can only be fueled by absence. He hasn’t had you in days, you haven’t had him; the desire has reached a boiling point, and needs to be expelled. He presses you against the tile of the shower, watching as the water pitter-patters against your skin, over your decollete, over your breasts and down the gentle curve of your stomach. He leans down and kisses the hollow of your throat, his hands cupping your hips forcefully.

“I missed you,” he murmurs against your skin. 

“I missed you too… maybe more.” 

“Ooh, doubt that.” 

As his fingers trail along your body with an air of ownership, Remy kisses your wet shoulders, nipping at the warm, slick flesh. Despite the heat, you shiver. He has a real knack for making your body shudder. Your knees feel like jell-o, so you wrap your hands around his strong neck, interlacing your fingers behind it for some support. 

His fingers dip down between your legs and teasingly splay out over your folds. His middle finger slips between them, glossing over your center, and slides all the way down, teasing your entrance with the pad of his finger. Everything is wet, but he can feel the slickness that meets his finger. His cock twitches against your thigh. 

“‘Dat’s my girl,” he says, low. “Y’know, I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout ‘dis way too much.” His hand cups your cunt, as if to punctuate his sentence and you bite your lip, looking into his eyes. You shift, forcing more friction against his wet palm, the warm water pooling between your legs. “The thought of you been distractin’ me. You a dangerous woman, cher…” 

“I’m dangerous? Says the guy who has fucked me in every room, on almost every surface in my apartment…” 

Remy chuckles and the sound fills your heart. There it is again – that unyielding feeling of adoration. You’re horny as all get out, but somehow, you still have the capacity to swoon over tiny things like his laugh. This isn’t you, this isn’t what you’re used to. Frustrated, you bump your head against the tile, letting out a small groan. 

He notices this, and brings his other hand – still leaving one situated between your legs – up behind your head. 

“What’re you doin’? What’s wrong, chere?”

“Nothing...” you huff, looking over at the shower head. It doesn’t sound very convincing, but you aren’t ready to spill your guts to him yet… you’d rather have him rearrange your guts and not think about the feelings. 

He smirks, devilishly, like he already knows. If he does, he’s not letting you off the hook. 

“Guess I just gon’ have to fuck it outta’ you, huh?” 

You avert your gaze back to him, pupils dilating. You know him well enough now that he means what says.  

With that, he places a kiss on your forehead, and turns his body towards the stream of water. He begins washing himself, and you watch as the suds slowly trail down the ample curve of his back. You reach forward, spreading them over the indentation of his spine, washing him gently. 

“Hoo, the way you touch me…” he murmurs just loud enough for you to hear it. 

The shower is intimate and everything is mutual, cue the montage. For the… what? Tenth time that week? You realize that you're in way too deep with Remy. Way too deep, and there’s nothing you can do to change it. 

Drying his feet off on the mat and allowing you space to do the same, Gambit then pulls a towel from the rack, and wraps it around your naked body. The droplets absorb into the fibers, and you’re a little less drippy. Well, your body is. The hungry, whining void between your legs isn’t. 

When Gambit turns, you catch a glimpse of his half-hard cock and blush. Even though you’ve fucked it, sucked it and everything else, the sight of is still enough to send butterflies erupting in your stomach. 

He can’t get you to the bedroom fast enough. His hands are on your hips, directing you towards the bed and you let out a little vocalization, much to his delight. 

“C’mere, mon ami… get up on ‘dat bed.” 

You obey. Why wouldn’t you? You’ve been waiting for this for almost a week now. 

Before he has a chance to stop you, you’re reaching forward to take his cock in your hand. It’s heavy and hot and the feeling of it against your palm makes you clench painfully, twinging with heat. You take your time in stroking him to full hardness, swiping your thumb over the leaking tip and smearing the pre-cum down his veiny length. 

Once he’s there, he’s like a freight train. Unstoppable and panting hard. He fucks you hard over the edge of the bed, hard enough to make your breasts bounce back and forth with each bullying thrust, withdrawing it to the tip and bottoming out each time. Your bedroom is filled with the sounds of bodies slapping together, flesh against flesh. 

“Tell me,” he grunts. “Ain’t no place for secrets up in here.”

“It’s not important – uuhhh!” Another thrust, deep as he can go. 

“Cher,” he growls and thrusts again. “I ain’t gonna’ let you cum ‘till you tell me.” 

“No,” you moan, bringing your hands to your tits as they move. “Please, I’m so close, we can — uhhh god!”

He’s relentless. 

“Fuck, fuck-fuck, oh my god…!” 

With a slick pop, he pulls his cock all the way out. You lift your head up, gazing distraught between your legs; he’s centimeters away from you. The tip is red, glistening and angry as it twitches up, pre-cum leaking from the slit.

“Tell me, cher, or you ain’t gonna’ get ‘dis cock again.” He bucks his hips forward, dragging the fat, wet tip against your swollen cunt. You cry out at the sensation, your clit buzzing with electricity. Despite all that, he doesn’t penetrate you again, and you whimper at the empty sensation. Every time you try to move your hips to get his cock to slip in again, he pulls back just enough to put distance between you two. You whine through gritted teeth. 

“Okay!” 

He presses the head of his cock against your clit. Waiting. Patiently. So patiently. For a moment, you marvel at the control he has considering that his cock looks red and angry, aching to empty itself inside of you. 

“Fine. I think…” You pause to catch your breath. “I think I love you.” 

Remy closes his eyes for a second, reveling in the sound of you saying it. He’d wanted to say it to you at breakfast, and he’d wanted to say it before he left. 

“Mm.” 

“Mm?”

“Mmm-mm. ‘Dat’s what I wanted to hear, chere. An’ it sounds so good comin’ outta’ ‘dat mouth of yours.”

He lines the cockhead up, and bottoms out with another word. He’s said enough, apparently. When he takes hold of your hips, lifting them up slightly to give himself a deeper angle, you wrap your hands around your sheets until the fibers squeak. Your nails dig into the fabric, nearly puncturing holes in them. It’s only a few more earth-shattering thrusts before you cum, and before he fills you with white hot heat, the two of you calling and moaning each other’s names in ecstasy. 

After softening inside of you, which is somehow extremely sweet, he withdraws himself from your cunt, and uses the sheet to clean up the mess that leaks out. He carefully lifts you up onto the bed fully, and then crawls next to you, nestling into the same space he did last night. 

It’s like he never left. 

“I really do, you know. I love you. I know we just met and fucked and that’s all, but I love you.”

“You keep sayin’ ‘dat’s all’ as if what we have is somethin’ casual, cher. You’re gonna’ hurt Remy’s feelings if you keep ‘dat up. So, knock it off, ah?” 

“It’s… it’s not casual?” 

He shakes his head. “I love you too, mon coeur. I have since I first saw you…” 

You hum happily, and nuzzle yourself against his bare chest. “I finally understand that French phrase I learned… C’etait le coup de foudre?” (It was love at first sight.)

“Oui… oui.” 

[saffusthings]

second chances

mob boss! lando norris x reader

part ten: three's a crowd

word count: 2.6k (yikes!)

warnings: none - lmk if i missed any!

nine | ten | eleven

The coffee was bitter today.

Maybe they were trying a new roast, or it was a bad batch of beans, but whatever it was left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. He was at his same corner spot, observing the scene around him.

Y/N stood at the till in the front, where she flitted back and forth between her stations, a whir of seamless movement as she worked to complete orders. The customers of the day were scattered about – engaged in lively conversation, skimming potential reads, or working on laptops in various nooks and crannies.

But all of that was only background noise. Even with his phone in his hand, Lando’s focus wasn’t on his screen.

Up at the counter, Y/N was talking to someone—a customer, a guy who looked vaguely familiar but not someone he’d paid much attention to before. He had dark hair and smooth features. Tall, but not intimidatingly so. 

Lando's jaw tightened slightly as he observed the way Y/N's shoulders weren’t held as stiff as they were around most people. She wasn’t awkward. Not in the usual way. Her hands still fidgeted—tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, adjusting her glasses—but not as nervously as she usually did.

She appeared… comfortable. Familiar, even.

Lando leaned back in his seat, expression unreadable as he watched the exchange.

“…You’ve been slacking,” Alex teased, nodding toward a book on the counter with ruffled pages and a bookmark sticking out at an odd angle towards the end. “This is the same one you were reading last week.”

Y/N scoffed. “Excuse you, I’ve been busy.”

Alex smirked, leaning on the counter. “Busy making my coffee?”

She rolled her eyes, swatting him playfully. “Busy running a café that you practically live in!”

“Hey, I’m keeping your business afloat!”

Y/N snorted, shaking her head as she finally slid his drink toward him. “More like testing my patience.”

Alex grinned, picking up the mug and taking a sip. “Oh please – I’m the best part of your day.”

Y/N pointedly ignored that, instead changing the subject. “How’s that project of yours going? Still think your professor is out to get you?”

Alex groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “One hundred percent. I swear, she has it out for me!”

Y/N laughed—soft, genuine. For some reason, the sound of it settled uneasily in his chest.

It couldn’t possibly have been that funny. “Anyway,” Alex continued, “I was actually gonna ask—”

Before Lando could hear the rest, his phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He exhaled sharply, turning his attention away and back to his screen.

It didn’t matter. He didn’t care. Y/N could talk to whoever she wanted. 

Lando grabbed his cup and got up, expression unreadable. He walked right past the main counter and dropped his trash into the bin, and left.

Because what the fuck was he supposed to do with the fact that he suddenly, deeply hated the sight of someone else making her laugh?

“Are you free this weekend?”

Y/N looked up from the book she had been shelving, blinking owlishly at the unexpected question.

Alex Albon stood a few feet away, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, a hesitant yet hopeful look on his face.

One of her most faithful regulars, he was easygoing, intelligent, and had a sense of humor that often made long shifts a little more bearable. And now, he was asking her out.

Y/N opened her mouth, then shut it, caught entirely off guard.

“Oh.” A pause. “Uh. Like… in what way?”

Alex chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “In a way where I take you out to dinner. And I believe, ideally, you’d say yes.”

Oh.

Y/N felt warmth creep up the back of her neck.

This was normal. People went on dates. She was people, right?

“Um…” She hesitated, then bit her lip nervously. 

The Thai man in front of her raised his eyebrows, realizing he’d apparently caught her off guard. “Or- Or you could take your time to think about it! We could do that too.”

“That second one.”

Alex grinned. “Cool, cool. I’ll take what I can get.” Then, as if only just realizing that he needed to close out this conversation somehow, his smile grew a bit more nervous.

“I’ll, uh, see you around then, yeah?”

She nodded again, smiling softly now that the initial shock was beginning to wear off and trying to ignore the way her heart picked up slightly.

A possible date. With Alex.

“So… this guy. What’s he like?”

Y/N glanced up from the receipts she’d been sorting, blinking at her coworker’s mischievous smile. Susie was too observant and it was a trait she found very annoying.

She huffed, shoving her laptop shut. “I never said yes.”

“But,” Alex leaned in with an exaggerated grin, “you’re thinking about it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I don’t know. It’s just dinner.”

“Sounds to me like you’re considering it.”

She exhaled, reluctant. She was considering it. Maybe it was because she had been spending so much time at the café, maybe it was because it had been a while since she’d gone out, but when Alex—charming, well-spoken, easy-going—had asked, she hadn’t outright said no.

He was nice. Funny. Attentive, certainly.

So why did she hesitate?

Susie nudged her shoulder. “You should go.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Why do you care?”

The blonde girl grinned. “Namely because I like chaos, and watching you awkwardly navigate a date sounds really entertaining.”

She groaned, shoving her lightly before grabbing her things. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet, here you are, still talking to me.”

“I was just wrapping up my shift! But apparently peace and quiet is too much to ask for nowadays,” she sighed, shaking her head in a dramatic display of disappointment, but a small smile tugged at her lips as she finally grabbed her things and went to clock out.

Maybe Susie was right.

It was just one dinner.

The next time Lando stopped by, he caught the tail end of a conversation—Y/N chatting with some guy standing further down the bar counter, leaning against the granite. It was the guy from the other day.

The funny one, Lando's mind provided unhelpfully.

“…so yeah, that’s why I was thinking maybe Friday? But if you’re busy, we can always—”

“No, no, not at all! I’m not busy,” the guy said, smiling easily. “Friday sounds perfect.”

Lando slid up to the counter, his expression impassive, even as something in his chest tightened. Y/N noticed him immediately, a smiling blooming as she recognized him. “Oh! Hey, Liam.”

The guy turned, flashing Lando a friendly smile. “You know each other?”

“She’s my coffee dealer,” Lando said dryly, nodding toward her. Y/N rolled her eyes. “This is Alex.”

Lando barely acknowledged him. His gaze flicked between them, sharp and assessing.

“So,” he started, his tone deceptively light, “what’s Friday?”

Alex answered first. “We’re going out.”

Lando hummed, his fingers tapping idly against the counter. “S’that so?”

Y/N tilted her head, chuckling sheepishly. Suddenly, her cheeks felt very warm. “You sound surprised.”

Lando shrugged. “Didn’t know you were into the dating scene.”

She gave him a look. “You’ve never asked. You barely stick around to drink your coffee when you come anyways.”

Fair point.

But Lando wasn’t thinking about that. He was thinking about how Alex looked at her, about the easy way he leaned in, and he was thinking about how much he hated it.

It was irrational. Fucking stupid. Entirely irrational.

But it was there all the same.

Still, he smirked, playing it off. “Well then, have fun.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, like she was trying to read him. Something sounded off, but maybe she was only imagining it. “Thanks, Li.”

Alex chuckled, tipping his head in greeting to Lando before reaching out to shake his hand. “Look, I’ve unfortunately got to head out for a thing, but it was nice meeting you.”

Lando finally looked at him properly.

The guy had no idea.

No idea who Lando really was. No idea what it meant that he was standing here, having this conversation.

No idea how easy it would be for Lando to make sure that this little date never happened. But he wouldn’t, of course, because that would be downright pathetic. So instead, Lando only shook his hand with the most believable smile he could muster, lifted his coffee in a lazy salute in her direction, before walking out as well.

Let her go on her stupid date.

See if he cared.

He didn’t think much about the conversation after that. At least, he tried not to.

But a couple of days later, when he stopped by again, he overheard something that made his jaw go tight.

“Wait—you actually said yes?”

Another distantly familiar voice, someone who probably worked at the café. A brunette girl wearing a black apron with an embroidered logo identical to Y/N’s stood leaning against the frame of the doorway leading to the back.

“Why not?” Y/N’s voice responded, amused.

Lando turned his head slightly, attention drawn to the conversation near the bookshelf.

“It’s just… I didn’t think you’d go for him,” Kika replied. One of her coworkers, it seemed.

Y/N huffed a laugh. Y/N was half-certain that Kika’s current boyfriend had something to do with the town’s street racing ring, so perhaps the chances of someone like Kika seeing the appeal in someone like Alex would be quite low. 

“He’s… y’know, nice. And it’s just a date.”

Lando exhaled slowly through his nose, forcing himself to release the tension in his jaw before it became obvious. It wasn’t like he cared.

Y/N wasn’t part of his world. She wasn’t supposed to be part of his anything.

Yet he found himself thinking about how she’d called them friends. Lando suddenly wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.

Y/N didn’t date often. She was too busy with work, with school, with single-handedly trying to manage everything in the chaos that is life after moving to Monaco. 

But Alex had been… easy to say yes to. He was smart, charming, funny, the kind of guy who made conversation effortless. And she had to admit, the date was actually nice.

They met at a small Italian place near her campus, one with dim lighting and warm bread served fresh from the oven.  Alex was easy to talk to, easy to laugh with.

But still, something felt… off. Not bad, exactly. Just—like her mind was somewhere else, distracted.

But she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

A few nights later, Lando stepped into Books & Brews, expecting to find Y/N behind the counter as usual.

But she wasn’t there.

Margot, a ginger, elderly woman who owned the place, smiled at him as she worked the register. “Oh, she’s off tonight, dear.”

Lando frowned. “Off?”

Margot laughed good naturedly. “She has a life, you know. Can’t spend all her time making coffee for the likes of you, now can she?”

He rolled his eyes, ignoring the tightness in his chest.

He didn't need any stupid coffee anyway.

Later that night, back at his penthouse, Max Fewtrell strolled into the room with his usual easy confidence, dropping into the chair opposite Lando.

“You look like someone kicked your dog.”

Lando ignored him, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “What do you want?”

“Nothin’, man. Was just sayin’.”

He wisely decided not to make any further comments about it for the rest of the night.

Y/N didn’t know why she was nervous.

It was just a date.

A totally normal date with a totally normal guy.

Well, okay, not totally normal. Alex was charming. That much had been obvious from the start. He had this way of making people feel seen, of listening attentively, of slipping in easy compliments without making it weird. He was the kind of guy who made everyone feel like they were the most interesting person in the room. It was hard not to like him.

So when he asked if she wanted to grab dinner sometime, she figured—why not? It wasn’t like she was seeing anyone.

It wasn’t until she was actually sitting across from him at a dimly lit restaurant that she realized how out of practice she was at dating. Now, she sat across from Alex at a cozy little restaurant, her fingers wrapped around her glass.

“I have to be honest,” he said, grinning over the rim of his drink. “I didn’t actually think you’d say yes.”

Y/N blinked, surprised. “Why?”

Alex shrugged, setting his glass down. “You always seem a little… I don’t know, in your own world. Thought maybe you wouldn’t be interested in dating.”

She felt herself flush slightly, adjusting her glasses. “I mean, I like books. But I also like people.”

Alex smiled, warm and teasing. “Well that’s good to know.”

“So,” Alex leaned forward, resting his wrists on the table. “Tell me something about you that nobody else knows.”

Y/N hesitated, stirring her drink absentmindedly. Maybe there was some blushing, too. She wasn’t used to having this much attention on her, after all – all the other times they’d interacted had been in the controlled cacophony of her cafe. “That’s a lot of pressure for a first date question.”

“C’mon! Humor me just for a second.”

She thought for a second, then shrugged. “I read the endings of books before I finish them.”

Alex’s expression twisted in exaggerated betrayal. “No. You don’t.”

She smiled. “I do!”

“That’s got to be a crime against literature or something.”

Y/N laughed. “I like knowing how things end. It makes the journey less stressful.”

Alex just shook his head, mock-offended. “I don’t know if I can be seen in public with you now.”

“Your loss.”

They fell into an easy conversation after that, and for a while, Y/N felt herself relaxing. Alex was good company—fun, charming in a way that wasn’t too overbearing. It was nice.

But there was a moment when his phone vibrated on the table. He glanced at the screen and tensed, his entire demeanor shifting just slightly.

Y/N noticed.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

Alex forced a weak smile, before taking a deep breath. “Yeah, yeah. It’s nothing important.”

The words sounded believable enough, but there was something in the way he looked after he slipped the phone back into his pocket that made her pause. He looked sad.

But Alex was intent on making this a good first date, and so the conversation started up again. They talked about his project, her books, their tastes in music. She learned that she and Alex shared a weakness for corny jokes after laughing until her stomach hurt. He was funny, effortlessly so, and she found herself laughing more than she expected.

Maybe this could be something.

Maybe she had been overthinking things.

It wasn’t until the end of the night, when they stepped out onto the quiet street, that she realized someone was watching.

A figure leaned into the shadow that draped over the side of the building, half-obscured by the dim streetlight.

Her breath hitched. She swallowed hard, trying not to react, but something must have shifted in her expression because Alex frowned, looking worried. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” she said quickly, forcing a smile. “Yeah! Just- just tired, is all.”

He didn’t seem entirely convinced, but he let it go. “I’ll walk you home?”

She hesitated, then shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine. I’m closeby anyway.”

Alex searched her face for a second before finally nodding. “Alright, but let me know when you get home safe, yeah?”

She nodded, giving him a small smile before turning and beginning the walk back home.

a/n: pls send me asks so we can yap abt this series! i have such exciting plans for it that i wish i could write it all in one night truly

[auroreliis]

I imagined a situation that I found funny.

Imagine, the entire Batfamily on the beach while making a point of hanging around the reader's neck so they can participate in family activities(Forcibly) . But the reader is not at all in the mood to be part of this fake family scenario, and decides to stay in the shade on the sand making a sandcastle :3 . Jason, seeing this, decides to provoke the poor reader, accidentally destroying the sandcastle :(. Angry reader throws sand in Jason's face. Causing yet another punishment and forcing the reader to sleep in Jason's room. Poor reader

Hot. It was really, really hot.

Of course it was hot. It was the middle of summer and you were sitting on sand that had been in the sun for hours. In this heat, what could you even do? You wanted to stay at home and sleep, but they didn’t let you.

They wanted you to come with them to the shore and practically dragged you there, ignoring your complaints. So, here you were, sitting under a palm tree on the scorching hot sand. Though, you had kind of stopped feeling the pain. You didn’t want them to come talk to you under the guise of you seeming “unoccupied”, so you started building a sandcastle.

Most of them were in the water, probably to cool off.

Yeah, the heat was starting to get to you…

For just a moment, you considered going swimming, but immediately decided against it.

First of all, they would certainly bother you. You could already imagine Damian wanting to compete with you to figure out who could swim faster (obviously him, but he wants to spend time with you). You could already imagine Dick carrying you around inside the water because you “can’t swim properly” (you can, he’s just looking for excuses to hold you) and you could already see Jason trying to “drown you” as a joke, despite the fact that you wouldn’t find it funny at all.

“Hey, aren’t you hot sitting there?”

Yes, that’s exactly what Jason would say to lure you into the water.

“Uh, hello? You there?”, Jason waved a hand in front of you face.

Huh, that wasn’t your imagination, that actually was Jason. You looked up unamused, ”No, I’m quite cold, really.”

He rolled his eyes, seemingly having caught your sarcasm,”Sure. So, wanna go swimming?”

And let you drown me? No fucking way. Oh, right, be polite…

“Um, no thanks”, you smiled awkwardly, not wanting to anger him and, as a result, Bruce.

“C’monnn, it’ll be fun. You do know how to swim, right?”, he teased, trying to rile you up.

“No”, you persisted, “Thanks…”

Jason crouched down next to you, clearly more persistant than you, “Oh, come on. Surely you’d rather spend time with me than Dick, right? If you remain alone for much longer, Damian will surely force you to do something with him.”

Ah…

Well…

You disliked Dick and spending time with Damian was…tedious.

Jason wasn’t any better, though.

Noticing your silence, he spoke again, “Not a bad sandcastle, but I could help you make it better.”

“…”

“We could compete and see who builds better sandcastles”, his smile was still present.

“Um…”, you looked around, trying to find a way to distract him.

“C’moooon. Here look, I’ll help ya”, he started adding sand to your castle.

“Wait! Nonono! Don’t touch that!-”, you froze after seeing your entire sandcastle collapse.

Silence prevailed for far too long.

You couldn’t think of anything to say. Jason, however, felt the need to salvage the situation.

“Oh, I’m…sorry.”

Sorry? He was SORRY?

The audacity left you speechless.

The only thing you could do was grab a fistful of sand at throw it at Jason. He dodged most of it, but he certainly felt your wrath.

To avoid further conversation with him, you got up immediately and left.

It took only a few steps for you to notice that what you had done was certainly punishment-worthy.

What would Bruce make you do? You shuddered as you remembered the time you had to hug and say 20 things you liked about Jason…yikes. Never again, you swore and yet, here you were.

You had barely gone a few metres, when you heard Bruce calling your name. When did he even arrive here? Was he here from the start?

You stopped walking and turned towards him. The look on his face was…stern. He did not seem very happy. Next to him, Jason was rubbing his eyes.

Wait, did you get sand in his eyes? No, you couldn’t have, he dodged it! Did he…lie to Bruce about what happened?

No, Jason wouldn’t do that-…

Well…would he?

Bruce called you over to him and Jason, so you slowly walked towards them, trying to come up with a good excuse to avoid doing whatever he wanted you to do.

[alpali]

Having happy 700 I love your writing can you do Sakusa from hq possibly college au where you're in an on and off situationship w/ him (but it's kinda confusing on what's going on between you two) and he sees you chatting with another person and gets jealous. Do what you want with the prompt!! (o^－^o)

Being in a situationship, a relationship with no labels, whatever you wanted to call it with Kiyoomi was by the far the most gut wrenching entanglement for you.

The soft glances, especially the way he looked at you—the gentle touches and knowing just how snappy he could be with anyone else, his words were always kind to you.

But then somewhere along the lines, after all the nights, after all the “dates.” Never once did he say he wanted more, that he wanted you to be just his. It’s not like you didn’t hint at it either, leaving teasing comments that floated in the air because he wouldn’t take the bait.

You groan as you check your phone once again. Delivered. Where did he say he was again?

Practice?

A party?

You’d love to see that.

As an attempt to clear your mind, you gather your things, heading to your campuses library. You sigh for the umpteenth time, scattering your belongings on the table. The minute you open your book, you hear a chair screech from in front of you.

You glance up and find a guy with blonde hair, he’s tall almost as tall as Kiyoomi. He smirks at you, as he rests his chin on the palm of his hand.

“What ya workin on?” He says with a tilt of his head. You blink at the book, then at him.

“Well I was going to.” His smile widens, his eyes flirtatious and lidded.

“You know Omi-Omi right?”

You stop for a second, omi-omi?

As in your Kiyoomi—As in Kiyoomi?

“Um, yes.” He laughs.

“Ya look cute all confused, he’s got good taste.” You immediately pout but Atsumu is loving this all too much.

“How come he ain’t with ya? He’s always in this hell hole.” You glance to the side, your brows twitching.

“Hes not at practice?” Atsumu blinks.

“No practice today.”

“Then I don’t know.” Atsumu sucks in a breath.

“Yikes.”

Well not like this conversation has made you feel any better. Kiyoomi enters the library with his books in hand but you’re spotted quickly, he could always spot you in a room full of people.

The most disgusting sneer rises to his face when he finds Tsumu across from you, he’s laughing and he had just raised his hand to flick at your forehead making you pout.

Even from this far away Kiyoomi can catch it, the small smile that rises to your lips. A soft yet bashful smile. The one that you always gave him.

That’s when Kiyoomi draws the line. With his brows furrowed he’s walking with a purpose, beelining it to your table.

Atsumu smirks, already knowing who was approaching. He turns his head swiftly and once Kiyoomi sees his smirk, he knows the little shit is messing with him.

“Omi-Omi! We were just talkin about ya!” If looks could kill, Kiyoomi would’ve strangled him by now.

“Leave Tsumu.” He pulls out Atsumu’s chair, he sighs loudly, standing up with his hands in the air.

“Fine, fine. I’ll see ya around ‘mkay pretty?” Atsumu doesn’t even look at you when he says it, he’s staring straight at Kiyoomi.

“Leave.” He says once again, yet this one is more stern and Atsumu knew better so he pads away with his hands in his pockets.

You sit there, not meeting his eyes and all of a sudden he feels a little embarrassed.

“Why were you talking to him?” He genuinely wants to know but it was also rubbing him the wrong way. You caught that.

“Dunno he just came up to me.” You fiddle with your pencil.

“Well don’t talk to him.”

You frown.

“Why? You jealous?”

Now it’s his turn to frown.

“I have no reason to be jealous of him.” He rolls his eyes even crossing his arms.

“Then why are you pouting.” You bite back a smirk. He blushes, turning his head to the other side.

“M not. Just don’t smile at him like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you like him. You only smile at me like that.” He locks eyes with you.

“I don’t smile at you like I like you.” You say, a way to deflect.

“So you don’t like me?” He quirked a brow.

“Do you?” He deadpans, rubbing at his eyes.

“Of course I do stupid.” He mutters the last part.

“W-What do you mean?”

“What do you mean?” He asks back.

“Kiyoomi it’s been almost two months and you never asked me out.” You glare at him. He looks like a scolded child.

“Sorry.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes as well.

“Just take me on a nice date you idiot.”

He smiles at you, reaching for your hand across the table, he holds it gently rubbing his thumb along your knuckles.

“Sounds good.”

[seobinghard]

𐙚⭑𓂃 LOVE ON THE STREET ✰

➤ you and wooyoung embark on a top-secret mission to stalk hongjoong on his date but find yourselves unceremoniously caught up in a scandalous street interview for a reality dating show. yikes.

pairing: best friend!wooyoung x fem!reader ⭑ tags: crack, fluff, wooyoung's the biggest flirt, hongjoong mentioned. ⭑ wc: 1k (i think) ⭑ tw: profanity, mention of d word in a sarcastic context.

"i'm telling you, they're like ninjas."

you and wooyoung are on a classified mission to stalk hongjoong on his first date and let's just say, it's not looking too good for you two nosy mfckers. you keep losing track of the couple, there's too many people at the plaza, and you're sweating your assess off under the midsummer sun trying to navigate your way through a sea of shoppers.

"woo, i think i'm gonna faint," you breath out. "like, actually."

"grab onto me," wooyoung tells you, tightening his grip on your interlaced hands as he leads you through the crowded square, unaware of the blush that's crept up your cheeks. "oh! wait, i see them! let's go!"

hand-in-hand, you sprint across the streets like two stray chickens charging at their prey—hongjoong and his date, chatting about outside a buzzling pizza stand with not a single clue they're being followed.

wooyoung spots a bush near a lemonade stall opposite the pizza stand. "there! let's hide. i need to know what the fuck they're talking about."

talk about nosiness—you got nothing on wooyoung.

you both scurry over to the bush, keeping your heads low. but just as you're meters away from your hideout, a group of people stops you on your tracks, shoving a gigantic microphone in your faces.

"what the fuck!" wooyoung hisses, eyes darting to the pizza stand only to realise hongjoong is gone.

"spotted! a cute young couple!" the street interviewer—a woman no older than thirty—chirps merrily, signalling her sound crew to come closer. "do you mind introducing yourselves and share with us how long you've been dating?"

you spot a pink logo on the mic—'LOVE ON THE STREET'.

oh my god. this isn't some lowkey tiktok street interviewer with 20k followers looking to grow her channel. no, this lady's an actual tv host with a whole production crew and you're on national fucking television for a reality dating show. oh my god.

your jaw is on the ground and wooyoung is pissed.

"we're not dating and we're not interested," wooyoung politely rejects with a frown.

he grabs your hand and attempts to make a dash but is blocked by the camera man who unabashedly zooms in on your interlocked fingers.

"ooooh, what do we have here—you're holding hands!" the host chimes cattily, sounding like one of those scandalous reality tv commentators; very 'gossip girl'-esque. "you guys sure you're not dating?"

wooyoung's patience is running thin. "alright, what do you want?"

"bro, we're on tv! don't be rude!" you whisper quietly.

wooyoung hasn't let go of your hand. instead, he looks straight into the camera with a deadpan look like a scene from 'the office' and says, "what do you want me to say, huh? that we're dating? oh! guess what? we're actually married. yes, yes, that's right. shocker. baby, show 'em your ring."

"what ring!" you hiss quietly in his ear.

wooyoung continues with the most serious face, lying straight through he teeth, "we've also got a golden retriever and three kids. a nine year old, a seven year old and a toddler—"

"wow you guys have been busy, huh? and um, a nine year old? correct me if i'm wrong but you both look so young!" the host laughs dramatically.

"yeah, we're high school sweethearts. got a problem?"

you want to die. he did not just insinuate you're teen parents.

"n-no, no!" the host corrects herself, "and are you two lovebirds on a date?"

wooyoung casts her a devilish grin, "yes, and if you don't mind, my wife is tired and we need to leave."

with that, wooyoung whisks you away as quick as he can into the ac-ventilated coolness of the shopping mall. he still hasn't let go of your hand.

a calm silence settles between the both of you. the air feels different. none of you brought up the whole interview and none of you seem like you want to continue mission 'stalk hongjoong' after running around town like headless chickens in the heat. so you decide to settle down in a baby blue booth at a japanese dessert cafe somewhere on level five by the wall-to-ceiling windows.

"you don't like the cake?" wooyoung asks before taking a long slurp from his strawberry milkshake.

you glance down at the strawberry cream cake, mindlessly poking the icing-dusted strawberry with your fork. "it's good."

"why aren't you eating?"

maybe because you just announced to the whole world we're married with three kids and a dog ??? — is what you want to yell at him but instead, you calmly lie, "i have ibs."

wooyoung lets out a verbal 'LOL' then proceeds to rake his bag for a familiar green bottle of ibs medication. you don't even realise he's been carrying one of those with him—he doesn't even have ibs. wooyoung coolly hands you a pill. "take this."

"thanks," you mutter, pretending to swallow the pill only to swiftly spit it back into your palm when he's not looking.

ugh, why does it feel so awkward all of a sudden. awkwardness and wooyoung has never coexisted, even during your most embarrassing moments like that one time in eleventh grade when he walked in on you with nothing but your spongebob underwear on. or that one time he farted in the car and you almost died from the fumes. it's always been fun and games with wooyoung. nothing is ever serious for the both of you—that's why you click.

until now.

"y/n, what's wrong? i can see it in your face so don't even lie to me," wooyoung threatens playfully as he steals a bite from your cake.

"i don't know."

what you do know is wooyoung looks so good today with his long black hair, slicked back in a half-up ponytail with the hair tie he stole from your vanity. a few loose strands of hair covers his eyes; eyes that are gazing into yours like it's harbouring something you don't know. his ears are studded with chrome hearts earrings and a matching necklace that dangles off his neck—his favourite. he's wearing the black tee you got for him last christmas. the thought makes you flustered and you can't help but look away.

and of course, wooyoung being quick-witted and sly, instantly catches the dust of pink on your cheeks and smirks, "holy shit, y/n, are you ... shy?"

"no, i'm not!"

"you are!" wooyoung laughs, "no way, is it because of that interview?"

"oh my god, stoppp," you let out a muffled shriek in your palms.

wooyoung is enticed. he's never seen you this shy around him and honestly, he could really get used to it.

"oh, y/n," he coos, drawling your name in a tone so sweet, so flirty it makes your stomach flutter. "if you wanna get married, you could've just asked, silly girl."

he leans in from across the table and whispers, "you want my babies?"

you gawk at him in horror and flick a strawberry at his face. "you perv!"

"ah—" wooyoung yelps, wiping off the smeared cream on his eyelid, "you almost made me blind! the fuck— wait, where are you going?"

you pick up your bag and hurriedly scoot out of the booth. "away from your stupid ass. i can't be in the same space as you right now."

"what, is it 'cause i'm too hot?" wooyoung grins, "just sayin', we'd make a hot married couple, you and me– baby, come back!"

[whyse7vn]

OT7

FOR YOU:

“This was long overdue. A fault on all our parts”

Namjoon scans his members awkwardly scattered around his apartment. Jimin sits on the couch in front of the window and so do Taehyung and Hoseok but due to the large gap that Taehyung has left between himself and Jimin Hoseok is left painfully squashed into a corner. Jin sits on the couch opposite the TV in a.. suit? For some reason in contrast to Yoongi who is sat next to him in an all black outfit. You sit on the right next to Yoongi’s feet due to Namjoons lack of seating in his living area while Jungkook stands hovering next to the door clearly ready to leave at any given moment. No one says a word in response to Namjoon’s first statement except Yoongi who lowly scoffs. The room is quiet and everyone avoids eye contact.

Namjoon sighs 

This was going to be long

 so painstakingly long.

“Jungkook, why don’t you sit down?” 

“I’m not sitting on your floor Namjoon” 

“We’re never gonna get any-”

“This wasn’t a good idea. Y/n let’s leav-” 

“Jungkook please just- you don’t have to sit just stand closer you can stand next to y/n just for a bit so we can have a conversation ok?” 

He pokes his cheek with his tongue in annoyance but moves to stand closer to you anyways.

”We’re not staying for long” 

”Isn’t it unfair to be speaking for-”

”Don’t speak to me” Jungkook doesn’t even spare Jimin a glance when he cuts him off. 

Yikes. 

This is all just… yikes. 

Since you’re at an awkward angle to hold his hand right now, you do what you think is the next best thing logically and rub your hand against the back of Jungkook’s leg in half attempt to calm him down and half attempt to remind him why you’re both here. 

Normally any physical affection you throw Jungkook’s way has him jumping for joy and running for the hills but today you are simply met with a quick glance down from the boy in acknowledgment in which his facial features moderately soften before he's back to furrowing his eyebrows his gazed sharp. At least it was something you suppose. 

Silence falls upon the group once more. You turn to face Namjoon. He’s sat on a single seat couch. Deep in thought he looks lost yet… determined. That’s good you guess at least someone is actively trying to fix whatever this is. Well, you hope that’s what he’s trying to do here. He did send a message to the group chat the first message anyone’s sent in weeks to meet at his place at 4 stating ‘This is serious it’s starting to affect work you ALL will be here to talk’ Scary but your 99.9% sure that Namjoon did call you all here for the greater good. Buuut thinking about it you do feel somewhat guilty as much as it most definitely did hurt when Jimin said you were the ‘root of like 95% of our issues as a group’ he wasn’t necessarily wrong per say it’s… a complicated situation  but you do feel as if you should take some… leadership? here. You know, at least try and help Namjoon. You scan the room, no eyes meet yours Jimin’s taken a sudden interest in Joon’s choice of wallpaper, Tae finds joy in picking at the loose string off his hoodie sleeves, Hobi by the looks of it is struggling to breathe still stuffed into the corner, Yoongi now scrolls mindlessly at his phone, Jin sits upright staring intently at the TV that is in fact turned off and Jungkook�� his fists clenched and eyes seemingly ready to kill should tell you everything. Ok yeah, there’s no way you’re taking leadership here you’re not even the leader anyways! And this was Namjoons idea so yeah sorry not sorry Joon you are most definitely on your own but fighting or whatever!

…

…

…

Ok.

….

….

….

Yeah no, this isn’t going to work at all. Fuck aright, where should you even start? Maybe you should bring up the conversation you and Jimin had first? Or would it be better to address the Jungkook blowing up part? Maybe it’ll be best to start with the fact that you all haven’t spoken in weeks or maybe you should take the emotional approach and just start with how much you miss them all? Um… ok yeah no the emotional one is looking like your best option right now the easiest one too. Yeah ok sure you’ll go with that one… ok hold on- fuck ok you’re good- no you’re lying why are you so nervous? These are your people your boys it shouldn’t be this hard wh–

“We should probably start with-”

“Why the fuck is Jin in a suit?”  Hoseok’s voice cuts off Namjoon’s “It’s 4pm on a Friday” 

“Listen, I have places to be after this. You know since you’ve all decided to be emotionally constipated, go MIA on every single social media platform and on top of that decline and delay every single piece of group work we have they’ve been working me like a fucking dog”

Woah. 

”Ok first of all Tae you need to move the fuck up bro im dying here and second of all damn? I just wanted to know about the suit…” 

“It’s called being employed. You should try it sometime, all of you right Namjoon?”

Hoseok flashes Jin his middle finger mumbling a barely audible “whatever” under his breath while Taehyung moves the tiniest bit closer to Jimin on the couch.   

”Right! guys we’re behind on a lot of work and we nee—”

“Jin when you say emotionally constipated i fear that statement just can’t be in reference to me…. like at all. I feel like i’ve been shitting recently” 

You all stare at Taehyung dumbfounded. 

He blinks back at you all. 

“The fuck did you just say?” You're surprised to hear Yoongi speak. 

“Like… I've been shitting, emotionally that is, I feel like i’ve laid all my cards out on the table” 

”Your cards being….?” Hoseok asks, face scrunched up in disgust and confusion much like the rest of the faces in the room except Taehyung himself.   

“That I'm in love with y/n? That i would do anything and every-” 

“Anything and everything?” Jungkook steps forward in Taehyung’s direction. Immediately you grab onto the back of Jungkook’s jeans from your sat position in an attempt to hold him back. You know your shallow grip wont don’t much in stopping the man actually get to Taehyung but thankfully after his first step Jungkook doesn’t make any attempt to get closer to the man but you are ready to stand up and block his path all the same. 

“Kook…” You try and soothe. 

“To protect her? To defend her? Don’t make me laugh right now” He ignores you completely. 

You didn’t think it was possible but the tension in the room seems to rise even higher. 

“Love?” Jungkook continues “Jimin called her a slut ninety five percent of all our problems upset her and hurt her and instead of checking up on her, you decided to be best buddies with him the next week? So love? Anything and everything? Protecting her? Yeah fuck you. You have never loved her” 

With that Taehyung is on his feet immediately you instantly follow suit so do Namjoon and Hoseok. Jin and Jimin watch with wide eyes while Yoongi watches seemingly unfazed. 

“What? So I don't blow up the way you think I should have and now all my feelings are invalid? All those built up feelings and moments nothing? Just ‘cuz you didn’t like the way I went about all of this?” 

“Bro come on not like this” Hoseok attempts to stop Taehyung moving any closer to Jungkook.

“Yes Jungkook, ok i admit that i should have been there for her more. I should have and I regret not being there everyday. But in a way i understand why Jimin blew up like that and—”

“Understand? You understand why he called her a slut? Am I hearing that right the man that’s in ‘love’ understands why the girl he’s in ‘love’ with got called a slut? Should I beat the shit out of you know or later?” Jungkook attempts to take another step closer to Taehyung but Namjoon blocks his path. 

“Move” 

“You know i won’t” 

“Move Namjoon” 

“This is not what we’re here for Jungkook” 

“So what the fuck are we here for Namjoon? Please enlighten me. I'm begging you to actually. What are we here for?” 

“To talk. Openly and honestly. To make this work” 

Jungkook laughs at that. Like full body laughs yet you know he finds no humour in Namjoon’s words. 

“This? Did you hear what he said about understanding Jimin?” 

“I’m sure he has a explanation for that” 

“Fuck his explanation” 

“Jungkook you are so fucking selfish it’s unreal” 

Everyone’s eyes snap over to Jimin who now is also standing. 

“Jimin you shou-”Taehyung tries to interrupt.

“He doesn’t know what is like to not be the favourite and he’s never taken how we feel into consideration at all” 

Yoongi raises his eyes at Jimin’s statement. Yours furrow. 

“Do you have any idea how fucking difficult it is to watch everyone bite their tongue just for you?”

“Me?” Jungkook leans forward and you grip the back of his shirt in panic. 

“You have never cared about anyone but yourself when it comes to this” 

“Shut the fuck up” Jungkook tries to move forward your grip tightens unable to do anything else Namjoon now actively pushes Jungkook away from Jimin as Jungkook struggles against him Jimin continues 

“With your feelings for her you’ve only ever acted with you in mind” 

“That not even fucking true and you know that” Jungkook pushes a Namjoon but he doesn’t budge. 

“And I'm so sick of the rest of the guys letting you get away with it all. You fucking live with her Jungkook” 

“And? The fuck is your point?”

“My point is that you’re a piece of-”

“OKAY guys geez…  okay…

what Jimin means is-”

“Hoseok? Don’t tell me you’re on his side”

“There are no sides to this Jungkook. I just.. Look, the whole ‘favourite’ thing I’ll admit i get it for a while even I felt like I wasn't the most… popular romantically with y/n i mean sure she would flirt back on occasion but it seemed that most of her energy was focussed on you. After that I realised I should probably assert myself more and you know ‘fight’ for my place with her right? But then her attention was on Yoongi, Tae started being more vocal,  then Joon beat me to it and then Jin and I felt even more behind. I couldn't keep up or compete with you all. I’m a really good observer, you see? And during all of this  I observed that Jimin felt the same way. Why do you think I said I should talk to him when this all went down? it's ‘cuz he was feeling exactly how i was then”

“That doesn't excuse what he said” “It doesn’t. But emotions are to be processed. And after my talk with Jimin, it's only recently he’s actually verbalised his feelings for Y/n and him feeling… behind. It’s easy to blame others because you’re jealous i went through it and i'm pretty sure all of you have too”

“But that still doesn't excuse what he said”

“Jungkook dude i know that. Are you even listening to what I'm saying right now?”

“Of course he’s not listening. Jimin was right. I'm done holding my tongue for the sake of everyone's feelings, especially his.” Yoongi's loud tone surprises you all. 

“ Okay it’s like we’re going backwards can we just-”

“Namjoon, aren't you sick of being unhappy because of him?” Yoongi interrupts 

“I’m not unhappy bec-”

“You wanted to move in with her. Waayy before he did you looked at places even rehearsed how you were gonna ask her and everything but then he-” 

“I am not unhappy because of Jungkook” 

“You keep telling yourself that” 

“Projectison isn’t a good look you Yoongi” 

“Call it projecting all you want Namjoon but we all know the truth” 

Namjoon rolls his eyes at Yoongi. Your stomach turns. Your thoughts wild. 

Silence.

“I dated Jaehyun to avoid this” The words leave before you can even realise. 

Silence. 

“This unhealthy cycle of jealousy and weirdness around each other. I love you all so fucking much and no not just in a freind way i love all of you i’m the selfish one. At first it was silly the little arguments and empty ended threats you would throw at each other but now it's grown into something real ugly i dated Jaehyun in hopes it would stop. Yes i genuinely liked him i really fucking liked him he was diffrent a good different but i love you all of you in a way i could never love Jaehyun and i think he knew that as well. But even when Jaehyun was here It all just got worse nothing changed you all- i just- i don't know what to do anymore this is just all so much and i know its my fault i shouldn’t of done anything with anyone ever and i- i’m so fucking sorry to all of you i-”

You cut yourself off your mind blank yet swirling with thoughts. 

Silence. 

“You’re crying?” Yoongi breaks it

 “You tell me you regret everything we’ve ever done and you’re crying?”

You bring your hand to your cheek, your face wet, you are crying when did that happen?

“Yoongi what the fuck is wrong with you? she wasn’t talking to just you” Jimin’s quick to argue. 

“And i’m the selfish one? Yeah right.” Jungkook scoffs 

“No you definitely are i kinda get what they were saying now”

“Who the fuck asked you Taehyung?”

“Guys..” You think Hobi speaks your not sure any more your head is swimming with thoughts and tears cloud your vision. 

“This is so childish” 

“Always the same shit from you Namjoon how about you grow some balls and say what you want” 

 “I want you to shut the fuck up how about that?”

“Was that supposed to scare me?”

“HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT”  

Once again silence. 

“You guys are genuinely the most emotionally dense people i’ve met like ever and you know i’ve met a fuck ton of people i’m Kim Seok-fucking-jin. But thats besides the point right now holy fucking shit the woman you’ve all been in love with practically your whole lives just said she loves all of you on fucking valentines day of all days and you’re arguing? The love of our lives is crying right now and your fucking arguing right after she just told you she hates that all you guys do is fucking argue? Are you guys ok? Like genuinely Yoongi your tough love acting isn't fooling anyone pull that fucking stick out your ass, Jimin you have nothing to be jealous of she quite literally said she loves you, Jungkook people will fuck up sometimes we have to learn to forgive and forget also keep that boxing shit in the ring, Namjoon it’s okay to speak up when you want something we wont shoot you, Taehyung just stop talking challenge for 7 years starting now, Hobi you cool as hell, Y/n my sweet baby that can never do wrong ever only that one time you dated he who shall not be named never apologise to these idiots ever i love you to the moon and back and Kim Seokjin you fucking sexy fucking son of a bitch you outdo yourself Every. Single. Time”  

He takes a breath.  “Amen” 

“It’s Valentine's day?”

“I told you not to talk”

“You’re not a feminist what happend to awoman?”

“I told you to stop fucking talking”

“But-”

“Taehyung”

“Seokjin”

“Does anyone have any questions?”

“What happened to you being a femi-”

“No one? Great! Me and Y/n will be leaving now.” Seokjin finally rises from his place on the couch and moves towards Namjoon's front door not before placing his hand in yours and tugging you along “I would say this was a great talk but I wanted to blow my brains out the whole time. See you all on Monday for work! Thank you all. Now my love we have reservations at 7:30 and it’s already 6 so we’re really cutting it fine”

“Wait thats so not fair that's two valentines days in a row you’ve spent with her i'm coming with what the hell” 

You don’t say a word as Jin drags you to Namjoon's front door. Everything's happening so fast it's not like you even have a chance to say anything. You blink and you find yourself sitting in the passenger seat of Jin’s newest Porsche. You hear Taehyung mumbling to himself in the back. You turn to face Jin in the driver's seat, his gaze already on yours. 

He smiles at you, his eyes warm. 

“They’ll figure it out. I promise you they will, for you they will” 

You don’t say anything in return and he doesn't expect you to. Instead he gives you another warm smile and begins to pull out of Namjoon’s drive. 

You let out a breath you weren’t aware you were holding. 

 for you they will. 

You’re unsure if Jin's statement holds any truth if you're being completely honest but for now you let it bring you comfort. 

for you they will. 

The car is silent for a record breaking 5 seconds until none other than Kim Taehyung breaks it. 

“So like… does this mean I'm a taken man now or what?”

“You’re not supposed to be talking right now”

“And you’re supposed to be a feminist but clearly things change Kim Seokjin get with it”

You giggle at that. 

for you maybe they will. 

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almost 1 year in the drafts isn’t that crazy if this sucks don’t tell me pls i’ll fr cry

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[genderlessdude92]

Hi, I really love your work! If your requests are open and if it's allowed, can I request for headcanons of Vox/Val/Alastor/Lucifer with their biological baby w reader?? I'm sorry if this is weird I just die for family dynamics😭😭 like, how would they act, would they be present or neglectful, and that stuff!! Ik it's impossible to have a child in hell but HEY. ITS FICTIONAL. It's really your decision if this is super fluff or super angst, but personally I believe it would be angst because it's hell and they are really famous 😭 THANKU

AUTHOR RESPONSE: First ask but urmmmmmm OFC OFC OFC!!! I’m all in for dis req :3 I feel like i absolutely will eat up Al’s part of this post so stay tuned. Other ones are questionable because idk if it’s OOC or not but…I’m just a girl!! >.< (I’m a genderless dude as you can see from the name ^^) I’m sorry i’m not funny- These might be short btw im rushing a little bit bc i’m trying to start a multi-chapter fix yay awesome but uhhh i’m still having fun with this 💋

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AL, VOX, VAL, & LUCI WITH THEIR BIOLOGICAL CHILD

(and reader that gave birth to em somehow <3)

PAIRINGS: Alastor x Reader, Lucifer x Reader, Vox x Reader, Valentino x Fem!Reader (ALL SEPARATE) SUMMARY: Alastor, Lucifer, Vox, and Valentino are dads now. Aw shucks. (Headcannons) WARNINGS: MINORS DNI. Breeding kink, (obv bc Val is in here), Val mention, reader is female because they literally gave birth to them, mentions of pregnancy, birth, Valentino being a weird fuck, Valentino again, unhealthy duck obsession in Lucifer’s area, Breastfeeding, Cannibalism, physical slaps, everybody being nervous shots but Vox, really rushed, lmk if i missed anything pookie (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

NOTICE: please don't copy or steal or translate any of my work or you will be haunted in your dreams and i will spawn something unpleasant at your porch the next day. But...thanks for liking my work !! >.< Property of @l4zyb0n35 and @genderlessdude92

Requests are open, support is highly appreciated!

〰ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ..。.:*･ﾟ♫₊ ♪ *♬‧₊enjoy!~

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-Alastor is 100% nervous at first since he has to be the dad and his dad wasn’t…the best!! ^^

-But also doesn’t want to back away because, I mean, it’s kinda rude to just walk away from your creation that you INTENDED to make real.

-This gentleman’s baby was not an accident, I assure you.

-Alastor would absolutely dangle the baby off the edge of a balcony just to tease you.

-Also tried to feed the baby devil meat to make it a cannibal.

-Suprisingly worked.

-Um.

-He probably got taught to knit by Rosie so if the baby ever needs clothes he’s on it.

-Cradles the baby during his radio show hours, aw, and if the baby ever cries he immediately cuts to a quick song break.

-If both you and Alastor are like completely booked and can’t take care of the baby, he’s giving it to Rosie.

-Rosie can’t? Charlie.

-Charlie can’t? Cancelling all plans.

-He just cares for his bloodline, yeah?

-If the baby ever needs like a chewy sensory toy, he’s going to try and get one that resembles Lucifer.

-Like and apple or a snake OOO A SNAKE NVM

-Snake is better since it resembles two ppl mwuhehehe

-Alastor would be a great girl dad but in general i think he would be rlly doting to them.

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-Oh, you thought Alastor was nervous?

-Oh, you’re so funny.

-‘Cuz Lucifer is QUAKING once he finds out you’re pregnant.

-and expecting.

-…and that it’s alive and out the womb.

-Basicslly all because he wasn’t really in Charlie’s life that much.

-But you told him that this can be a second chance?

-Which made him cry more than he was before.

-Yikes.

-Feeds the baby the most fine meals to ever exist for a baby to eat, even tried to sneak in some wine in its milk bottle.

-Then earned a slap at the back of his head from yours truly.

-You.

-I see him as a helicopter parent at first, but then is just chill once they grow more older.

-But he’s like, devoting his immortal LIFE to this baby 24/7.

-The nursery is themed ducks.

-Everywhere.

-Sometimes you get dizzy when you walk in.

-He even wanted to name the baby duck.

-You slapped him again, of course.

-This man acts like a 8th grade frat boy whenever you breast feed the baby like he just scoots away gagging.

-Another slap.

IM SORRY-

-One time in bed you guys were like getting freaky or sum and then you but his nip

-“Honey…what was that?”

-“That’s just how it feels, Luci.”

-“…What?-“

-“When i breastfeed B/N.”

-“…Ew.”

-“BITCH I-“

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-Bro is so confident in being a dad.

-The first day after the baby was born he cancelled all his special guests on his show just for the baby to be the only one.

-This man is fucking insane.

-Puts this baby on his. advertisements.

-We’re talking billboards, pop-ups, etc.

-Only lets his supervisor babysit the baby when needed.

-Don’t expect Velvette or Val to even step foot near this baby without Vox in the room.

-It’s like a sibling love-hate relationship :D

-Now i wouldn’t say this baby was on purpose…most likely?

-But honestly, it might happen again because he thinks you’re hot pregnant.

-Who said that what.

-Omg who typed that???

-Fuck this is so short uhhh He like puts on child shows for the baby if they sit in his lap.

-But the baby never ever sleeps in the bed you guys share.

-not in a million years.

-Puts those shirts that look like tuxedos on the baby but they’re just printed on.

-Feeds the baby deer meat.

-Has a deer head mounted above the baby’s crib.

-Takes him deer hunting.

-Vox just needs em to learn early.

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-Valentino was “so, so careful” when you guys did it.

-and this baby was 100% and accident.

-obviously you guys couldn’t abortion because like some health reason.

-Val cried that night.

-It was kinda funny that he was crying to keeping a baby.

sorry not sorry

-When the baby is born,

-Oh god should i write that

-Uh

-He’s probably recording.

-Not posting just like…saving it.

-Guys, come on, it Valentino, you should’ve seen this coming.

-Deletes it later though fuck that’s hilarious.

-He starts whining and crying when he sees you breastfeeding.

-“Your wasting the milk, mi precioso, are you kidding me?”

-He’s like in the middle of being a good dad and a bad dad.

-Suprised he made it that far on the scale.

-whenever he’s busy, he gives the baby to some random star and tells them to bring them back by like 10:30 or smth.

-with a coffee order. Very iconic.

-Same idea with Vox and liking you pregnant, and tried to get you pregnant again but you ask him why he doesn’t have a condom on if you don’t have your pills.

-He gets frustrated when that happens lol.

-Can’t wake up the baby!

proceeds to wake them up each night

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END NOTES: zomg this was sososo fun to write <3 But it’s so fucking short and i didn’t even realize until i was done. I’m actually so sorry. I still like these headcannons, very humorous, very real, thank you for asking me to make this because this is my first ask i got, i still have exactly 16 more, so ur just a little lucky duck, asker. Support is appreciated! New multi-chapter fix i’m working on might be posted on Friday-Sunday!! Baiiii!!!!

-Lynn

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[devildomwriter]

Obey Me As Tumblr #24

Diavolo: I think we as a species should go back to saying “alas”

Leviathan: It’s like “yikes”… but with culture

Simeon: Yikes, poor yorick!

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Leviathan: Guys I just realized the last supper was the first murder mystery dinner!

MC: My Roman Catholic parents did not find this as funny and thought provoking as I did

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Solomon: I will cast a spell to make you have a good day

It is done

Raphael: Burn the witch

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Solomon: There are five frogs staring at me right now

Asmodeus: But only one can be America’s next top model

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MC: Bone massage…I want soft bones

Thirteen: No you don’t, bitch

MC: *jiggles and flops towards you* what? Huh?

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Asmodeus: I have HRE (Hopeless Romantic Energy)

Solomon: I have HRE (Holy Roman Empire)

Beelzebub: Hambu Rg Er

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Luke: Um u “like classical music” but you can’t even name any 2012 one direction songs? Okay

Mammon: This post physically hurts

Leviathan: Looks like we got a fake fan here fellas

Raphael: *sighs* should we exorcise them or just simply baptise them?

Leviathan: Are you calling me fat?

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Mammon: You know what? I like you guys

Luke: Hey thanks! Can’t say the same for you

Mammon: I will chew the legs off your chair

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Leviathan: I can’t be trusted with a large stick

Lucifer: You simply aren’t strong enough to handle the power of the stick

Leviathan: The power of the stick corrupts my mind with thoughts of bonk

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MC: I swear to god middle school is a terrible concept. You trap all the angriest, most hormonal teens at their angriest age in a box and let them fight to the death and then Ms. Allen, the bitch makes you learn MATH, right after you got done watching two kids shank each other in the bathroom, like I can’t focus on this is just saw to kids go gladiatorial combat in front of people pissing

Diavolo: You live in the US don’t you

MC: OBVIOUSLY

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Leviathan: Imagine if we all just started ignoring celebrities tho

Solomon: I can’t stop thinking about how funny this would be. Imagine Kylie Jenner posting a selfie n it gets 12 likes

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Mammon: Country road

Leviathan: Let’s-a-go

Solomon: It’s-a-me

Luke: Mario

Satan: I admire and hate this simultaneously

Belphegor: Mamma miaaaaaaaa

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Belphegor: Sometimes I think it would be beneficial to my self-growth to get lost in a cave for 7 days, surviving on moisture algae and my own thoughts until I find a dim light against the black stone and make my escape. I think I’d figure some shit out in a cave like that.

Mammon: That is WEIRDLY specific

Diavolo: I can arrange this

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Leviathan: I don’t understand, are are you implying being trans in better than being a Kpop star?

Asmodeus: I’m not implying it, I’m saying it explicitly

Satan: This post feels like when you’re walking down a street and catch a glimpse of a conversation. What the fuck lead up to this?

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MC: Behind every girl boss is another bigger girl boss

Leviathan: They call this a pyramid scheme I think

Mammon: I think they prefer the term MLM

Asmodeus: I think you’re thinking of wlw

Mephistopheles: Wulti level Warketing scheme

Thirteen: Good work, gals

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[fa3tality]

HI HELLO SORRY TO BOTHER YALL BUT UM

EMERGENCY COMMS ???

i had a dental surgery two months ago and the final half on the bill has come in and yikes ＞︿＜ my last paycheck went entirely to paying off some of it, and it only knocked a third of it out,,,,so here we are !

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[hestzhyen]

Oofuri and AbeMiha in the Year of Our Lord 2025?

Help I've fallen into a time warp and my mind's back in 2007/2008 obsessing over extremely passionate baseball dorks again.

They care so much about each other, it's crazy.

And the growth both of them go through to overcome their personal shortcomings is so wholesome.

I was re-reading to catch up, and... wow...

The "guy talk" is one of the best parts about this manga.

Neither Mihashi nor Abe have had a first love yet, huh. And while Mihashi likes women in nurse uniforms, Abe doesn't have anything specific in mind- he doesn't even have fantasies he uses as "material". While they're devoting themselves to each other for the next three years to become one in mind and body. Slowly coming to understand each other while being so passionate about the other guy that they cry over him at least twice each.

Um.

Yeah, the brainworms are back in full force after laying dormant for about 17 years. AbeMiha, my beloveds... I'm rewriting a fluff one-shot I did for them back in 2007 and enjoying the nostalgia (and seeing how much I've improved since then). These silly creatures are still just as charming as I remember them being.

Enjoy this moldy out-of-context screencap from my hard drive.

I wonder if it's because Oofuri is a seinen and not a shounen, but there's a lot of skinship and typical teenage boy banter about sex too. Tajima full-on strips Mihashi at the pool in front of their teammates to show them his uncut dick, for Chrissakes. And Mihashi and Abe always get paired off together; they're explicitly told to cook breakfast for everyone alone to bond together, sleep in the same hotel room, are always trying to understand each other and communicate better...

I love them so much.

I know it's not as fruity to the Japanese, but even so, the ship was hugely popular for a while for good reason. The handholding and mutual devotion alone were kind of a big deal. I don't know where the relationship is at in canon right now (I have over 130 chapters to go to catch up, yikes) but I don't think that teased romance with Shinooka has gotten very far with either of them.

Or maybe it has, I genuinely don't know! It's hard to get a feel when the fandom is basically on life support. A series that has been around for about 20 years will naturally see people cycle out, especially when it comes to creating fan works and shipping, but I feel like I'm walking through a ghost town mostly filled with time capsules from a different era. So many dead LJ groups and broken links to shrines that fell into the abyss long ago... does a series this long need a perpetual anime to keep interest up? Or was it the long hiatus that cooled things off? Both?

Still the gayest and most wholesome battery as far as I'm concerned.

Anyway, I'll do my small part to give back by fixing up that old one-shot and see what I'm feeling like when I catch up. Maybe I'll write a "why ship this" essay like I did for HakuHiro too, who knows. Depends on how active the brainworms are and for how long. For now I'm just enjoying the good times and extremely technical matches all over again. The Nishiura boys are all so precious and AbeMiha are the most precious of all.

[peachesofteal]

hi it's um, ms. clit slurp back, I guess, why wasn't I more normal last time omg. I'm about to reread and catch up on Raspberry Girl and I'm pumped. Was inspired to come back and start to "count the ways" when I began rereading the first chapter - two parts in particular. The beginning section before he introduces our girl, and then his conversation with John fuck god help me John Priceineedhimineedhim and how dare you pick that name for his wife ma'am that's literally m-. These parts illustrate (beautifully and so sexily, your ideas and your writing are both so sumptuously depraved) three of the things I adore so much about this characterization of Simon.

First, while the healed and strongly nurturing aspect of Captain Simon is kind of like best case scenario for his character, in general to me Simon Riley has always seemed so dominant and confident (here dominant can mean like kink specific or just like a stereotypically masculine, loving boyfriend). I do still enjoy reading some interpretations of him where he's not dominant/is neutral, is submissive, lacks confidence, avoids relationships, flounders passively into them, lets his feelings of unworthiness push love away, etc especially when he grows a bit to be a good partner and I get a happy ending because I'm a little baby. Because I can understand how canonically he probably doesn't have much romantic experience, wouldn't feel equipped to helm the ship of a healthy relationship. BUT based on how he's portrayed in the games, I have trouble seeing how (even with the trauma he has) a man as competent, confident, accomplished, unflinching, brave I need to stop before I actually start choking on it yikes as he is would walk away from something he wanted just because it was challenging. I can't see him finding a soft pretty thing he wants so bad and just being resigned to not conquer that mountain. I can see the argument for him thinking he sucks too bad to have something loving and I do find that endearing, but as I was recently discussing with @lisenberry about Simon and John, in my interpretation of canon and according to my personal pussy and heart they aren't good enough men to deny themselves what they need like that aka "give what's needed, get it for yourself" barkBarkBARKBARKBARKKKK.

Second or kind of building off of that, while I again understand characterizations of Simon to the opposite, your interpretation of Captain Riley as a man who craves and enjoys control is again aligned with how I perceived his characterization in the game, and what I enjoy the most. I'm familiar with the fact that people who come from abusive backgrounds like his family; trauma and hardship like his life generally; oppressive environments like the military; stressful environments like SAS; and those who are in positions of power often seek release through submission. BUT the way Lieutenant Riley seems in the game, he reads much more like the people who experience the aforementioned and end up being driven to SEEK control and revel in it. So again both because it's consistent with my interpretation of canon and what my parts personally enjoy, I love how you explain that Simon is exactly that way, and that instead of shying away from or being ashamed of his controlling drive he learned to develop it into something pleasurable in his personal life (I also always see John like this). And that John and Simon see their romantic relationships and their role within them to be similar to their military roles, wherein their strength, competence, and control are essential to a successful mission.

Third and finally for now is that this story perfectly illustrates why IMO the best fics with these men are always a tiny bit dark in that certain power dynamics and kinks are un- or under-negotiated. Again I was chatting about this with @lisenberry lol. It just feels realistic to me, consistent with the kind of men they are - the kind that are used to making difficult decisions and doing what is necessary without handwringing about morality. To me they seem like the kind of people that don't really see their kinks as their own demarcated zones with bylaws - I think they see it as "natural" if that makes sense. Not that they don't value consent, just that... things are best, safest, happiest, when their sweet lil things let daddy handle it, yanno? It's connected both to their egos and to their desperate need to protect and possess - they truly think that if they are the most qualified to "lead, decide, control" then why would anything need to be negotiated? It scratches at the part of my gender essentialism kink I'm a feminist but my pussy and womb are NOT.

Ugh okay I'm insane, love your writing, sorry I'm cluttering your inbox with my unhinged hyperfixations - I've been wishing I could just stop typing the whole time I've been typing but Raspberry Girl is me and I am she, so I'm sure I'll be back same time next week.

This was such a treat to read, thank you so much, I soaked up every word like a little sunflower in the summer.

I definitely agree with you on a lot of things too! 100% you nailed the perspective on Simon (and John), I can't even elaborate on it better than you have. And you're right, the kink is/will be under negotiated, Simon knows what's best and he'll make sure it's provided. I think a good example of this (and the dubious morality you mentioned) is him taking her home after the bar when she was drunk. Clearly, she had no idea what was going on, she was safe and cared for and loved. Simon exercises control in all aspects of his life, and some of those aspects are more pleasurable than others (raspberry girl) but it's an essential part of his being now. I also don't see Simon as a switch or sub, because that's not my cup of tea, and that's okay! I know there are beautiful stories out there with different dynamics, which is one of the coolest things about fanfic, you can take your dolls and do whatever you want with them.

Anyway, I loved this. I love hearing people's thoughts and opinions and character breakdowns, this was lovely. Thank you for taking the time to type it all out and send it!

[z0mbbiegvrl]

✮⋆˙ ONLY HAPPY WHEN IT RAINS ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 3:57

↳ cw: mentions of sex, getting drunk, and dating

↳ an: the long-awaited second chapter, now the real plot is coming it! let me know what you think!!

↳ word count: 2181!!

↳ series mlist

September 20th, 2025 - SOUTH PARK, COLORADO

“I’m telling you, nobody’s gonna care about what happened at that party in ten years,” Craig said, for what felt like the tenth time. The ravenette was so sick of this conversation that he opened and closed the weather app on his phone the whole time.

“But I will remember.” You stressed, tossing your math book into your locker. 

“You have to chill out, Christ.” Craig put his phone in his pocket, leaning against his locker. “I mean, you got drunk and said a lot of bullshit, so what? So does every drunk person on the planet.” 

“I also punched that guy at Circle K.” 

“Give me one drunk person that doesn’t get aggressive or do dumb shit? Have you seen Stan’s dad?” 

You deadpanned, “Please don’t compare me to Mr.Marsh.” 

Craig laughed as you closed your locker, “C’mon, he’s the reason we have Supercut.” 

“But when I reach for you, there's just a supercut.” You jokingly sang. Walking to your least favorite class. “Fuck, i’m gonna fail that test.” You said, staring at the teacher through the open door, who was writing down ‘TEST TODAY’ on the chalkboard. 

“Yikes, good luck.” Craig removed his arm from yours, going over to his class next door. 

“Fuck..” You muttered, groaning as you walked into the class. You sat at your desk, getting out your pencil, watching the teacher pass out the paper packet for the test. You sighed, seeing how much you had to do, four whole front and back pages. But even with this shitty test at the begining of the first quater, life could always be worse. 

After a long, cold hour and a half, you finally thanked the gods that the bell went off. Grabbing your stuff and test, tossing it into the complete bucket before walking to your locker. Opening it to toss your bag into it, you had lunch finally, which meant you had your first client for the day. Bebe had started a small side hustle for the girls to do back in freshman year, giving anyone who needed it, relationship advice, Love, and Sex. This wasn’t something you always did, but with Red going to be gone for the first half of the school year, you offered to help after years of Bebe asking you to join. 

At first, you declined because you didn’t know the first thing about love. Hell, you could barely say the word without gagging. But now it wasn’t as terrible, you still couldn’t mutter the L word, but most of the time the person would go on and on, so you didn’t have to say much other than some advice on what to do. The job paid well and was a piece of cake. 

Walking over to the girls' bathrooms by the football field, you spotted Annie Nelson with a random guy. He seemed visibly saddened, sobbing as he tried to help him before she said something, and he nodded, walking off and past you back to the school as Annie went into the bathroom. Huh..that was weird. 

You made your way into the bathroom, seeing Bebe pay Annie.

“Uh…Am I not working today?” You asked, closing the door behind you.

Bebe jumped in surprise before she smiled, “We’re changing plans. And before you get upset because you do. We’re moving you to sex topics.”  

Your eyes widened, “What? Why?”

“This is way more difficult than I thought it would be.” Bebe walked over to her make-up chart, wheeling it out into the open. “Your appointments have started diminishing, and that is absolutely nothing against you, but…Babe, you’re- um..” 

“Bad at this,” Annine added as she counted her payment. 

You scoffed, “How? It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to do this, I thought I was doing good. The couples I worked with are still together.”

“Jess dumped Jack.”

“Well he was a manwhore.”

“Chris and Vanessa are still fighting.”

“That one is not on me.”

Bebe sighed, walking over to you. “I’m saying this as a friend. You’ve never been in a relationship, so you can’t work relationships anymore.”

“Bebe..” 

Bebe looked over at Annie before she sighed, shaking her head. “Fine. You get one more chance. But-“ She paused, walking over to each girl’s money chart, you had never seen them before, but seeing just how much less money you made hurt your ego a bit. “You’re working both relationships and sex. And you’re going to beat Red’s score from last year.” 

“She has five thousand. I barely have..” You squinted your eyes to read the numbers.

“Three hundred and seventy-two dollars,” Annie answered for you.

“Thanks, Anne.”

“Well, you start as soon as you can.” Bebe tilted her head, “Clyde’s throwing a party this Friday, show up and find some people to bring into the club for help, and then we’ll start counting your appointments.”

There was a tense silence between everyone, those numbers lingering in your mind. Sure, you could turn this down and just accept this wasn’t cut out for you, but when did you, [Y/N] [L/N] ever back down from a challenge, especially beating Red of all people? 

“I’ll do it. I’ll beat Red and make six-thousand. I’ll be at the party.”

Bebe smiled, “Yay!” She clapped her hands together. “Okay, I’ll see you later for cheer practice.”

You walked out of the bathroom, kicking a rock out of frustration.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Oh my god, why did I agree to that?” You started saying to yourself as you paced, running a hand through your hair, “Just make six-thousand dollars, yeah, I can do that.” 

“Are you good?”

You looked up to see a random freshman trying to walk into the girls’ bathroom. You straightened yourself up, “Uh, yeah.” Quickly walking away from the kid and the bathroom. 

“And now I have to make 17 times more than I did last year.” 

“Why didn’t you just say no?” Craig said, as you two waited for Tweek to get out of his art class.

“I don’t know. I have something to prove, right?”

“No, no, you don’t. We live in America, just say no.”

“And I don’t even know how I’m going to seem credible enough for people to schedule with me.” You ignored what he said, messing with your backpack strap. “Bebe has a boyfriend, Wendy has a boyfriend, Annie is just very nice to talk to, I have nothing to base my advice on.”

“You don’t need a boyfriend to be credible. You just need to be honest with what you know.” Craig waved at Tweek, who was leaving his last class. “I don’t know why you feel obligated to do this.”

“I don’t know why either, but I’m gonna prove them wrong.” You smiled at him before walking down the hallway, blowing a kiss at him as a joke, only for Craig to flip you off. 

Now with a new pep in your step, you knew you had to do it. You were going to do it. Looking around the school as you walked to your cheer practice, you spotted different potential clients. A couple fighting there, a girl staring longingly at another girl, a boy trying to make a subtle move on his girl, your options were wide open and ready to be helped. As you made your way to the gym, you got tugged into the small equipment closet. 

“Hey!” You shrugged your arm away from the person before they turned the light on in the closet. “Stan?”

“I need to talk to you.”

You perked up, “Oh, did you want to book an appointment?” 

“Appointment? What? No. I need to talk to you about Wendy.”

“Did you guys break up again? That’s shitty if you did considering you guys took a big leap into your realtionship.”

“You know?”

“She tells me everything. I went with her to get the stuff from Walgreens.” You explained before throwing the topic out, “But what’s going on?”

“I didn’t get into the college she wants us to go to.”

“Oh shit. I’m sorry.”

Stan shook his head, “It’s fine. I wasn’t expecting to get in the first place. I just don’t know how to tell her.”

“You want me to ease the blow?”

“If you don’t mind…I know you’re close with her.”

You nodded, “Yeah, I don’t mind. I’ll do it. That’s what friends are for.”

“Sorry I haven’t come around much, been dealing with shit.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You dropped your backpack to hug him, “I’ll talk to Wendy.”

“Okay, just don’t do it yet. She was pretty excited that she got in, and I want her to have the week to celebrate.”

“Yeah, of course.”

The closet door opened, breaking the moment, and you quickly pulled away to see Craig and Tweek.

“What are you two doing? This is our makeout closet.” Tweek said, picking at the buttons on his button-up. “Oh my god, were you two here to make out? Aren’t you with Wendy?” The blonde teen freaked out, grabbing Craig’s arm.

“We were just talking.” You got out before Tweek had a panic attack.

“Yeah, talking about how she’s dating Kyle.”

“What!?”

Stan shrugged, nudging your shoulder to follow along. You stammered, “Yeah, we were.”

“You’re dating Kyle? Thought you hated him?” Craig said, blindsided but a little offended, You never told him, despite how close you were.

“It’s new.  We-we agreed we’d just keep pretending how we were until we were ready to tell everyone.” 

“And I was telling her that Kyle told me about it, and I’m happy for them,” Stan added. 

“Right…” Craig said before waving You and Stan away, “Now go, you’re cutting into our time together before detention.”

You quickly grabbed your bag and walked out, letting the couple close the door before you grabbed Stan’s arm.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I panicked.”

“Panicked so hard you told them I was dating Kyle?” You scoffed, “They probably wouldn’t have just moved on if we told the truth.” 

“Telling the truth would sound even worse. Besides, this is the makeout closet.”  

“You dragged me in there!” You stressed.

“Look, we’ll just tell Kyle in case they say something.”

“Craig won’t.”

“What about Tweek?”

You paused before sighing, “Good point. Where’s Kyle?”

“Gym.”

You walked over to the double-doors, throwing one open, “You’re explaining this shit to him.”

The gym was filled with the cheerleaders and basketball players, the groups were separated on different sides of the gym. The cheerleaders were barely warming up, telling you you weren’t as late as you thought you were, and the basketball players had just taken their first break. Stan walked over to Kyle who was sitting on the bleachers, the redhead smiling at his friend. You see them exchange a few words before Stan waved you over, you didn’t miss how Kyle looked you up and down.

“I forgot you were a cheerleader.”

“I forgot you existed.”

“Guys.” Stan being the peacemaker stopped this small words, he looked at both of you. “So, um, Kyle…[Y/N] needs your help with something. I gotta go. Bye.”

“Stan!” You shouted back for him, “That asshole.”

Kyle crossed his arms. “So?”

“Stan told Craig and Tweek we were dating..”

“He what?”

“I know. I just wanted to warn you about-“ You glanced over at the girls, seeing Bebe and Annie talking, before you realized this was your shot. If you could make everyone think you pulled the one person that couldn’t stand you, that would boost your ratings. “about how everyone already knows. Tweek blurted it out.” 

“So, everyone?” Kyle looked around the gym, catching a few people looking in his general direction. 

“Yeah, so we should just leave it alone. Better yet, we can pretend?” 

Kyle scoffed at your sudden wordvomit, “Yeah, right. Goodbye, [Y/N].”

“Wait!” You grabbed his arm, “Please, please.”

“No, [Y/N].”

You backed up before you moved to stand in front of him, “Annie, Annie Nelson. I could get you a date with her.”

“I don’t- How did you-“

“Doesn’t matter. We’re running that club Bebe started, the dating advice stuff. Well, I could use my own credible source for dating.” You said, “Since Stan already said we were dating, I could use you to help get more appointments that way people will think my advice is something I use in my own life.” 

Kyle looked at you unimpressed, glancing over at the girl you brought up, the silence killing you.

“You said everyone already knows?”

You nodded, “Yeah.” 

“Fine. What the hell.” Kyle shrugged, “I’ll help.”

“Really?” You were genuinely shocked he agreed before you got serious, “Clyde’s throwing a party tomorrow night, i’ll send you the details.”

Kyle nodded, taking a sip of his water. “Right, now I think we’re both missing out on practice.”

“Yeah, fuck, um..Thanks, I really owe you one.” You waved bye to Kyle, rushing over to your girls.

This might just work out, you thought as Wendy scolded you for being late to practice. 

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[estrellami-1]

Lavender Letters

Part 7

Eddie grins.

He drops it in his locker.

Friday at 7 sharp, he’s locking his van and knocking on the Harringtons’ front door.

It swings open to reveal Steve, blush high on his cheeks. “You made it,” he says, almost breathily.

Eddie grins. “I said I would, didn’t I?” He steps closer. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi,” Robin Buckley agrees. “Let’s come inside before the whole neighborhood has to watch you play tonsil hockey.”

Eddie chuckles. “R,” he says, and holds out his fist.

Robin blinks at it for a second before she remembers. “The biggest, gayest fist bump!” She exclaims, bumping his fist with hers. “Okay, now come on, into the living room, I finally got the set list down and I’m not waiting on you bozos to start the party.” She drags them to the living room, where Eddie sees Nancy, Jonathan, Vickie, and…

“Miss Cunningham,” Eddie grins, bowing to kiss her hand. “Looking lovely as always.”

“Eddie!” Chrissy grins, pulling him up and into a hug. “I didn’t know you’d be here!”

Eddie chuckles. “Where else would I be? Prom?” He grins wide, and Chrissy laughs.

“Who invited you?”

“Ah, only the man of the hour.”

“Oh, this is years in the making,” she laughs, pushing him back over to Steve. “Don’t let me steal you away from him!”

Eddie lets himself stumble over, almost falling before Steve catches him. “Hi, sweetheart,” he grins. “I think I just fell for you.”

Steve grins wide. His eyes are barely slits. “According to your letter, you fell for me a while ago.”

“Maybe so,” he acquiesces. “But now I know you. Really know you.” He finds his feet, offers Steve a hand. “May I have this dance?”

“You dance?” Steve grins, accepting Eddie’s offer.

“I… shuffle,” Eddie admits, grinning when Steve laughs. “But I can follow if you lead.”

Steve grins. “That’s not what your hanky says.”

Eddie is delighted. “You looked it up!”

“A while ago, actually, yeah. You’re not exactly subtle, flagging in Hawkins.”

Eddie shrugs. “If I have to, I can play it off as being a metal thing. James Hetfield wears one, too.”

“James Hetfield?”

“Metallica frontman. The point is that I have an alibi if I need it.”

“Have you ever needed it?”

Eddie laughs. “In Hawkins? Hell no.”

“How about in Indy? How do you know what you like?”

Eddie hums. “Some reading, and some… hands-on. Not as much as you’d think.” He grins wryly at Steve. “Most guys take one look at me and assume I’ve got the wrong side.”

Steve frowns. “That’s stupid. They think you’d go to all the trouble of getting a hanky just to forget which pocket you should put it in?”

Eddie shrugs a shoulder. “It happens. I do have some experience, though.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

Steve grins at him. “I’m glad one of us does, yeah.”

“And you? How do you know what you like?”

Steve blushes. “A lot of nights with a zine and my right hand.”

Eddie laughs. “We’ve all gotta start somewhere. What did you discover?”

Steve’s blush is permanent now. “Kitchen?”

Eddie leads him there. “How about a drink first?” He suggests. “I’d get you a water but I don’t know where anything is.”

Steve giggles, grabs two bottles. “There’s beer in the fridge that you’re welcome to, or Nancy brought punch, but I’d be careful.”

Eddie dips a glass in for a little taste and nearly gags. “Christ, what is that, paint thinner?”

Steve snorts. “Just about. You don’t want to get on her bad side.”

“No kidding.” He wipes his mouth, rinses out the glass, and accepts the bottle Steve offers. “Yikes,” he murmurs, causing Steve to snort.

He leans on the island. “So?”

“So,” Steve agrees. “Um. I’d like it if you would take more control. Not- not be mean. I don’t like being called names or put down in any way. But, um. I do like some pain. You-you can, um, slap me around a little? And-”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs, “you seem nervous.”

“I’ve never actually, uh, said any of it out loud before.”

Eddie crowds into his space, absolutely delights in the way his eyes go half-lidded and his blush takes over his face. “Then how about we try something else?”