#distracting you with his cute little face so you don't remember cats aren't supposed to have a lot of eggs at once

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Swap kitty… I’m giving him as many hard boiled eggs as he wants <3

[oniikabuto]

one bed!

-- sfw --

characters: kyle broflovski, kenny mccormick, stan marsh, eric cartman

a/n: i did this for a different fandom like a year ago. i love the one bed trope i just had to write a new one for south park....,,, lmk if you want part 2

notes: fluff yayyy; gn reader; characters have a fat crush on you live laugh mutual pining;

guys requests are very much open rigjt now pleasseeeekksflkdfnkjs

— ⛧ k. broflovski

sweetest guy. he doesn't want to take your bed, but you insist.

he also hangs his jacket on the door and keeps his hat neatly on your desk... which is kinda funny and cute that he tries so hard to be neat

freezes up and goes red when you slide into the bed next to him. poor boy is about to melt.

"dude why are you so sweaty are you okay"

"huh- what? yeah, yeah it's cool i'm fine it's..,,,,,,,"

wakes up with a puddle of drool and a wet cheek. he panics and wipes his face and looks over to see if you're awake. you pretend you aren't for kyle's sake. he's so cute.

his nose also does that stupid whistley thing it's so funny

a relatively still sleeper. he just kinda curls up and.. sleeps. sometimes he murmurs something in his sleep.

"cartman.. shut up..",

"what?", you murmur groggily.

"no"

"kyle??? are you awake??"

(no response)

genuinely cannot remember any of that when he wakes up.

— ⛧ k. mccormick

it's like 1am and you turn off the movie as the credits roll.

when you look over at kenny, he looks like a baby that had just woken up.

"dude, what time is it..", he murmurs.

"um.. late." you definitely did not mean to have him over for so long.

"do you wanna go home, or like.. stay with me?"

kenny perks up immediately when you offer to let him spend the night. huge, shit-eating grin spread across his face.

"dumbass", you laugh. but you kinda wanted him over, too.

he sits in your room and pokes at all of your plushies while he waits for you to go get a change of clothes for him. ("no way you're sleeping in that eyesore of a parka!")

almost faints when you change your shirt in front of him

youre the only person that can fluster him like that.

sleeps curled up like a little car

(I MEANT TO TYPE CAT BUT THATS REALLY FUCKING FUNNY)

makes funny noises

like when a dog is sleeping

you'll wake up with his face in your chest and he'll swear it was an accident. it was not

— ⛧ s. marsh

you were at your desk doing homework and stan was on your bed on his phone, both doing your own thing as music played from your speaker.

it's not until that last math problem that you realize it's late. really, really late. you look over at stan, and he's face-down dead asleep on your bed, phone still in one hand.

you don't want to wake him up and tell him to go home, so instead you take his hat off and leave it on your bedpost.

he's splayed across the bed right in the middle.

how?? are you supposed to move him???

after a moment of deliberation, you hold your breath and roll him over, praying he doesn't wake up.

he does obviously

"ow..???? y/n??"

"shit. sorry. it's late, just go back to sleep. you can walk home tomorrow morning."

"wha- okay"

he's too tired to object

plus he secretly loves being in your bed. it smells like you

snores and breathes kinda funny once in a while

no matter how still he looks when you get into the bed with him, somehow you wake up with his limbs sprawled out like a spider.

in the morning, his leg is on top of you and his hand is on your face.

— ⛧ e. cartman

actually such a bitch about staying over

he definitely tried to distract you so that he would HAVE to spending the night

he just loves spending time with you but he doesnt wanna ask :(

"but the couch will make my back stiff! i'll be soo sore in the morning!"

"just say you want to sleep in my room with me, cartman."

"whaat?? if you insist, i guess!"

makes himself absolutely at home. if you want to sleep in your own bed, you'll have to sleep on top of him or touching him.

he definitely does that on purpose

as much as it pains you to admit it, cartman is actually like really really comfortable.

even if he's squishing you to death

and he claims he has no idea he does that in his sleep

smells like a dove soap bar or like. baby shampoo and its actually really nice

snores like a monster truck engine

leaves his shit all over the floor but also offers to help clean up to impress you

(he cant clean for shit but at least he tried??)

[otakuworks]

❛ 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑. reborn au

feat. Zhongli x Reincarnated!GN!Reader | PART I | wc. 4.6K

Based on 'See You In My 19th Life' | overview. this webtoon follows the story of a woman who can somehow remember all her past lives.

sum. after a sweet hello, your lips never found its way to say the bittersweet goodbye. because you knew you would always find your way back to him even if he won't recognize you in your renewable lives.

note. some scenes are purposely inaccurate to the canon lore

main.mlist genshin.mlist | xiao ver.

You first met him as Morax, a little child dragon you grew up discreetly meeting at a very convenient time of your day, never knowing what's stored for the two of you.

He first met you as Y/N who resides at the countryside near Mt. Tianheng in hopes to find new things to discover across the vast lands of Teyvat. And he did. He found you.

Young Morax found you crouched under an oak tree, the wind flowing with your otherworldly voice, enrapturing him in blissful comfort.

Perched in the tree branch, he listens intently and let himself melt in your grace. It wasn't the first time he finds you warbling a melodic tune, and each time he comes back to hear more from you, it's always a different song and it wouldn't cease to amaze him how much ditty you know.

He lost count on how often he'd fall asleep with your voice lulling him and wakes up feeling empty as the epilogue of his day is always spent without your presence.

Sometimes he wonders if you know he has been watching you, and if you do, why aren't you approaching him? No matter, young Morax doesn't intend to befriend with you.

But then one day...

"Hello! You must be the boy who likes to hear me sing by the tree."

He was caught red handed, perhaps he became distracted that he didn't realize he's been shamelessly stalking you. He couldn't stop his curiosity to follow you in your way home.

Not only he's been spying on you, now he sounds like a stalker. But you didn't suspect, there wasn't anything to be suspicious of anyway.

"H-Huh? H-How did you know?" He gotta commend you for your keen senses. He's the Dragon between the two of you, which means he's supposed to be the one who has sharper senses.

"You must be good at anything but hiding. I have known you've been following me, but I never get to see you up close, you're really majestic looking, by the way." You chuckled as his poor attempt of masking his flushed face at your compliment.

"I don't mind your company, in fact, I want to be friends with you."

Friends. What a foreign concept for young Morax.

He has heard of that term, it's common among mortals, but he's not a mortal. Does this 'friend' term stretches to immortals like him as well? If so, then he has no reason to refuse.

Says the person who one minute ago thought of every alternative ways to stay out of your way.

He was skeptical at your optimism, most mortals would be astounded at his appearance and try to persuade him to spill whatever secrets he has, but as he got to know you better, he was a bit guilty to categorize you as one of them.

His horns and inhumane features? Young Morax found out you're only fascinated by his unique physical looks. And never doubted it.

"Cool! You have horns just like our boars, where did you get those? Can I touch them?"

"Did you just compare my horns to a pig? Pigs don't even have horns! How disgraceful!"

The sparkle in your eyes quickly died down as it came, and the young Morax feels tight in his chest just seeing your smile turns into a frown. You insulted his pride though!

You mumbled a meek apology but still kept your sheepish smile, a glimmer of hope that one day he'd let you do it.

The next days were spent by you sneaking out your house every midnight to meet up with the dragon, Morax. He's slightly skittish, oddly resembling him that of a cat, which is cute.

You probably shouldn't be calling a literal Dragon cute, legends depicted them as tyrannical creatures who seek treasures.

Ah! Classic children's story to scare the kids away at night, it did affect you in some way.

But you can't help it when he would eagerly look at you whenever he asks you to sing him a song.

You'd sit side by side under the tree, you have to admit he'd either falls asleep amidst your song or asks you for the lyrics so he can sing it to himself too.

You even dedicated a song that lets a certain flower bloom.

"Glaze Lily? What's that?" Young Morax asked with tilted head.

A smile outstretched your lips, "Beautiful, right? It transforms the memories of the land into its fragrance during florescence."

"Really?! Is that why you're always out in the dark?" You chuckled sheepishly, feigning ignorance, "Don't know what you're talking."

You got to know each other, held hands like innocent children, share what little knowledge your pea sized brain can, hug whenever one seeks comfort, eat under the glistening sun.

Morax is... a sensitive individual, albeit rough around the edges, but he's young and still learning, and you're unbelievably patient with his attitude— a quirk from you that he greatly appreciates.

From that, young Morax grew fond of you and it isn't one sided.

He flies by the same tree and gives you random things he finds magnificent, whether it could be a rock he found by the lake or a rare item that no one has ever discovered before.

Well, the legend wasn't lying about Dragons and treasure, for sure

You'd laugh at the strangest things he discovers but accepted them nonetheless. Every object he gives you is worth something.

This has been part of your routine for days, weeks, months, even years maybe. You don't know how much time has gone by whenever you're with him and you never bothered to count.

Before you know it, the two of you are almost in young adulthood, he grew up to be a fine man, much unlike you were expecting. Nothing changed from your friendship, until now.

You were taken by surprise when he suddenly blurted out one day

"I want to show you what I see from up there one day, Y/N."

He gazes at you much differently when he looks at you when you were younger. There's a glint of promise in his eyes that you can't pinpoint, it sent shivers all over your nerves.

"You can just fly me up there, Morax. I'm sure I'm not heavy." You muster a smile in an attempt to ease your quickening heartbeats.

He never gave a reply, he only stared at you so intensely that it feels like he's poking your deepest and innermost thoughts.

The way he stares at you never fails to summon the tickling butterflies in your stomach and the blood on your cheeks. You merely regarded that as your hormones, anyone would be flustered if someone they're close to stare at them like that.

You should've known better that nothing in your world stays permanent. The only thing you remember after that day was his twisted look of desperation to keep you alive and tear stained amber dyes trying to get the last image of you in his memories.

"N-No... Y/N please stay with me. D-Don't leave m-me just yet." It hurts you more than the numbing pain in your abdomen to see him broke down like a cornered prey. So helpless and vulnerable.

"I-I'll always be w-with you, Morax..."

So cruel, just when you've begun to realize the burgeoning feelings you have for the Dragon, fate took you away before you have the chance to confess.

Should you be selfish to confess your feelings to him? If you do, it seems like you'll be punishing him an endless torture ahead, and you would never wish Morax to suffer for eternity.

You only smiled and caressed his horns, even in your deathbed you're glad you died in the arms of the man you ever loved.

At the last moment, you heard the anguished wail erupts from his throat as he clutches your form closer, begging and crying for you to come back, to not leave him like this, that he needed you, that he loves you. His pleas fell on deaf ears, for you weren’t there to hear him anymore.

But it became clear to you that he reciprocated your love.

It came a shocking twist when you opened your eyes you can hear multiple cooing sounds from around you. Didn't I die in his arms? Where am I? Turns out, you were reborn. But not as Y/N anymore and you were given a surname.

Unfortunately, the Celestia isn't so forgiving. You were suffering from an unknown illness that took away your second life at such a young age.

You trained hard and learned martial arts in your third life as you were born from a family whose tradition is to produce well-trained warriors in the future.

Fourth to eight life came by like a blur, there were times when you get to lived as an innocent child only for it to be ripped away a few years later with your past memories resurfacing.

You stopped counting after it hits a dozen, born in different class, society and unnamed nation. There's no point of it.

All you want is to look for Morax, but will he remember you? Will he even recognize you as Y/N? You're no longer the kid he grew fond of. No, you're much different than before.

What about him? Decades have past, does he still know of your name? You could've been a fragment of his childhood that he dare not talk about with his new friends.

Will I make your life more difficult by trying to reconnect with you, Morax?

Those thoughts haunted you for nights, often occuring in your dreams.

But what can you do, you're so far away from Mt. Tianheng, you don't even know if the village you lived in still exists nor do you know if Morax still visits the tree you first met.

Even if you did meet him in your new life, you ought to stay as acquaintances.

Aiding him in the shadows and lessening his burdens within your power.

In your hundredth life, all of your training in your third life is proven useful at the moment. You're known as the infamous warrior with no name that took down the monsters around Teyvat, you were revered to the people in the Guili Assembly.

War is threatening to wage amongst Gods and mortals alike.

When it came, no one is safe in and out of the battlefield. To survive they must fight tooth and nail, paint the lands in sea of red and play the game of thrones.

It was gratuitously morbid, gruesome and unjust. A macabre of series of deaths surrounded your every wake, your hundredth life is the epitome of a living nightmare. Horrifyingly memorable.

You were at the sidelines, watching as the war unfold, keeping tabs on Morax's allies and eradicating whatever threat they face.

That's when you came across the stunning Goddess Guizhong, the Ruler of Clouds, Goddess of Dust. A very close companion of Morax whom he met at the Guili Assembly along with the others.

She's capable and quick-witted, a type of peculiar person Morax wouldn't hesitate to be friends with.

As of the moment, a claymore is alarmingly closing its gap towards her, ready to slice her open.

Then you heard him scream, a cry of a man who's about to lose everything he has gained of.

That cry sent flashbacks of his tear-stained cheeks. No, you don't want to see him like that again! You'd do anything to chase away that vulnerable image of Morax, he deserves happiness and love.

Your feet went autopilot and swept away the Goddess out of the way, severing your lower limbs in the process and instantly killing you. Your eyes opened and you have started your new life.

Was Morax relieve that Guizhong lived? Did he wonder why a stranger would save her? Did he ever ask who you were? Did he... recognize you at the very least?

Your new parents panicked as they tried to appease the crying infant in their arms. Unbeknownst to your pained heart.

You saw for a brief moment before your demise how Guizhong's plausible absence will affect him. He will mourn her death as much as he lamented yours. For decades or centuries, you know he has been scarred by your passing.

You don't want him to go through that again. It's a different pain you feel when you see him tearing up, you rather get minced by a claymore than to watch him break down.

He garnered the reputation of a tyrant— but you knew better that Morax grew up with compassionate heart, he appreciates anyone no matter how insignificant they think they are.

Which is why you hold yourself from meeting him. He may not remember you, but he will certainly get attached to you once you had your way to his heart.

And a dragon who can outlive you in any lives will only suffer more from your death.

You dedicated your lives in living peacefully, learning history and new things as humanity evolves.

You vow to never fall in love if it isn't Morax you'll spend your mortal life with.

Even if he has someone he can fall in love with.

"Have you heard about the land Lord Morax and Lady Guizhong are building in Mt. Tianheng?" Gossips are everywhere about the infamous partners who survived the Archon War, there's no mouth that has not utter their names, and you're no exception.

A grin spreads over your lips as you sip your tea with elegance, "I've heard, I haven't seen them in person but the rumors about them guaranteed they're ambitious people with good hearts."

This has been a hobby you never knew; praising Morax to elate people's opinion about him. It's your small contribution to his flourishing nation.

You want people to love and respect Morax dearly just as you loved him in your childhood.

You prayed to the new Archons for Morax to find someone he can love and lean on. Someone that can be his source of strength to keep living. Someone much better than leaving him with death.

Now that he found someone he can be with, your goal in your next lives is to protect Liyue's history.

From the names of ancient relics and objects, war waged by the Gods, Nations that were built underneath the once blood soaked lands, fallen heroes who are forgotten— you know all of them. You're openly willing to offer tutelage to the inquisitive.

You sighed at the thought, it certainly will be lonely in your part. Immortal gods can still die— a death in which they'd leave their memories behind and start anew. Morax will eventually cease to existence with lovable Nation and Guizhong to remember him.

And you? Countless past lives yet you never found true happiness, and none of them was worth to remember for anyone.

Part of you feels happy for Morax finally moving on from your death eons ago, but you're still human so you're susceptible to those horrible impulses of bitterness at a basic level.

But you don't want to be a person who looks at Guizhong with jaundiced eyes just because you couldn't have Morax, so you suck it up and move on the fact Morax is in love with another.

At least my sacrifice isn't a total waste.

"Aren't they? I've met Lady Guizhong, she's such a beautiful and soft spoken woman. She and the Lord of Geo are a perfect match. I wish the two of them eternal blessings."

A tug at your heart left an unpleasant feeling, your brain tried to reason that at least he's with someone that'll love him more than you did. That can appease your bitter aching heart a bit.

How ironic. You built a nation where you first met me.

And showed her what you can see up there like you promised me.

Is that how you honor my death, Morax?

"Wow! You sure do know many things, Y/N!" The floating emergency food expressed her awe in your display of knowledge and the traveller couldn't agree more with her, "She's right, you never cease to surprise us."

Their exclaims were followed by your enchanting laugh, "I'm glad I can be at your service, Honory Knight."

You were simply ethereal to look at, you maybe a mortal like the traveller but the Blondie thinks otherwise.

Paimon and her travelling buddy met you by the Starnach Cliff when they were attempting to subdue Dvalin. Jean and Diluc already know you're part of the Adventurer's Guild as you often visit Mondstadt from time to time.

They didn't expect you to join them in their excursion in Stormterror's Lair, it turns out you're a great addition to the team.

You befriended with the traveller after the whole Stormterror fiasco and catch up with Kaeya.

You don't stand out the most in the crowd, you can blend in with everyone and no one would acknowledge your existence. But the traveller can sense the weight of the wisdom you withhold.

It almost feels like you're one of the Seven...

"Is there something else I can help you with, Traveller?"

"Huh?! Oh... I— Uhh... You've been telling us stories and fun facts about Mondstadt. If you don't mind, can you tell us about Liyue?"

For an ephemeral moment, the traveller saw your facade crumbles and slowly morphed into a nostalgic expression.

"Hmm. I'll tell you a quick introduction. Liyue is built in Mt. Tianheng after the Lord of Geo attained one of seven seats, unlike the Anemo Archon who's known to not show himself, he descends down once a year to give blessings to the people of Liyue."

"Exactly how Venti told us, but more detailed."

"He sounds a lot more of a decent God than Tone-Deaf Bard."

Her statement elicited a quiet snicker from you, "I'll be off then, I'll see you around soon." Paimon's expression deflated, "You're not coming with us?"

You shake your head, "I'll visit you when I can, until then I hope for your safe travels."

You forced a smile and took a different path from the traveller, as their figures disappear in the horizon, you felt your smile slip up as the sun whisks past the mountains turning to dusk.

Solitude in the dark has been part of your daily routine, you come and go whenever you feel like it, not knowing when to return.

The excuse you told to Paimon isn't entirely a lie, you couldn't bring yourself to go in Liyue when there's active Fatui agents scattered around the vicinity.

Let's just say you're not in good terms with the Fatui. Who isn't?

Nevertheless, whatever curse you have continued to persist in your thousandth life. You roamed around Teyvat and tell stories that even historians don't know.

Repeated lives were lived by just you traversing in each corners of Teyvat that even Archons never knew it existed.

Along the way, you've come terms with your feelings and settled it down like a dormant volcano. Morax is your first love, you enjoyed reminiscing the memories you made with him, you keep those memories locked up in the depths of your mind and often recount them in particular leisure time of the day.

You still love him, and you'll always be by his side whenever he needs a helping hand, but enough is enough, you've suffered enough to your own idiocy and fears. It's time to move on.

Morax continued to strive forward because he has changed, for the better of course. If you want to continue living the next lives of yours then you need to change too.

You met new friends and companions that you begin to trust and have fun with, the traveller and the emergency food included. It wasn't lonely as you thought it would be.

Sometimes you wonder why do you have such curse bestowed upon you. Did the Celestia punish you for a crime? Did you touch a forbidden relic in your first life? Is there a way to get rid of it?

You stopped in your tracks and you gaze up in the sky.

Am I the only one with such curse?

Damn, you really need to get your priorities straight when you have so many unanswered questions.

Basking the remnants of the ever glowing star, you turn around to walk the path that leads you to the Land of Eternity.

A new journey awaits you as you skid through the mycelium path.

Rex Lapis has died.

What a year starting with the news of a tragic death of an Archon.

Fret not Liyue citizens, Rex Lapis assumed the form of Zhongli as a consultant in the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. In all honesty, he thinks you would facepalm on how poorly delivered that news was.

Zhongli now blends in with the mortals, often strolling to acknowledge the accomplishments he has done as an Archon.

There were too many sacrifices he made just to achieve such title and godly powers. It's uncountable.

Whenever he strolls down the streets of Liyue, there's never a day that he is not reminded of the fact Mt. Tianheng is the very foundation of Liyue. It serves as a reminder that you are his pillar when intrusive thoughts start to linger in his mind.

Oftentimes, your face is only a blur in his memory, no matter what he does he can't seem to remember your face, but your name has been engraved on his mind for eons.

He misses hearing the sound of your name leaving his lips. He misses how ignorant you both were to the world's suffering. He misses your mesmerizing voice that lulls him to sleep.

Whoever fellow Archon listening to his complex thoughts must have heard him and granted his not-so-impossible wish.

"Hey look. Doesn't that sound like a story Y/N has told us before?" A child(e)— no, a floating fae pointed at the storyteller.

But Zhongli couldn't care less about whoever she was pointing. Did he hear her right? Was it just his ears deceiving him?

Y/N... that's your name.

That's the name he longed to hear again.

Why in the seven nations of Teyvat would they mention your name? Is it just a coincidence that someone has the same name as you? No, that couldn't be it.

Something flared inside him, it's been awhile since he felt this excitement, it's not far fetched when he became your friend.

With no recollection, he became friends with the traveller and the emergency food floating companion.

When he asks them about you, an array of hope filled his entire being and he swore his Dragon feature almost burst into existence

Y/N L/N, a member of the Adventurer's Guild, he's certain you've been in Liyue if you know about its rich culture.

But where are you? He wants to go find you. Hug you like when you were kids. Sing him songs. Bring you random things he can find. Speak the words that were left unspoken when you died.

So many questions brooding his mind; are you really Y/N? If so, were you reincarnated? Does that mean you don't remember him?

The elation he felt dropped. Right... he shouldn't be disappointed if it turns out his hunch is wrong. Even if you're not the Y/N he was expecting, he wants to know you as who you are and not compare the similarities and differences you have with the Y/N he knows.

"Oh yeah, Y/N mentioned they'll be visiting Liyue soon, Mr. Zhongli." The Traveler quipped, assessing the abrupt change of emotions on the consultant's face at the mention of your name.

Paimon and her travelling buddy can't help to wonder if you two are acquaintances, or perhaps something more than that. Zhongli seems to be expecting your arrival from now on.

"Is that so? Thank you for informing me, Traveler. I shall see to it that their stay will be comfortable." He smiled.

Stay in what? In the Funeral Parlor? The Traveler sweat drop while Paimon is tempted to point out that's Verr Goldet's job. Good thing their companion put a hand on her mouth and excuse themselves

There's no time to stall! He thought.

He's determined to check it himself, it can go two ways and Zhongli won't be petulant of the result.

Archons forbid if he ever finds you, because he will not let you go.

>> PART 2

©OTAKUWORKS | 2022

[poisonouswritings]

modern au... Where.. sage is in a band... With Lucan, Balsam, Tulsi and elowen...

SAGE WRITING SONGS FOR MC<333 MC GOING TO ALL OF HIS SHOWS T-T.

making out back stage😼

Sage teaching MC how to play guitar, carefully guiding your hands to the proper frets and chords.. kissing their cheek when they do a good job.

If his band is somewhat popular...

HandiesInHisDressingRoom

SORDY I HAVE SI MUCH BRAIN ROT LOSLOL

CRYINGSCREAMINGTHROWINGUPILOVEBANDAUS

GN!Reader, I think it's so much funnier if their band is popular but you have no idea who they are, mix of scenario/HCs, NSFW under the cut

It's a normal day in the café when the bell above the door chimes and- hey that rhymes

:)

Anyways, normal day. Guy walks in. He's cute. You get the vague sense that you've seen his face around before but don't dwell on it. It's a café after all. Lot of repeat customers.

You can hear him humming.

He comes up to the counter to order and flashes you a pretty smile. You smile politely back and ask how you can help him today.

It's a standard response but then why does he seem surprised? His fluffy ears give a twitch and the tip of his tail flicks like you caught him off-guard. But he seems... A little pleased, too.

He orders some stuff - a latte, a sandwich, a cookie - and when you ask him for his name he seems a little amused.

'C'mon. Really? You don't know me?'

Shit, are you supposed to? You're about to say that it's just standard procedure or something, hoping to spare yourself the awkwardness of having forgotten someone, when something crashes behind you. You whip around to see your coworker having just dropped a plate of danishes that were gonna refill the display case. You rush over to check if they're alright but then they let out this very fangirl-ish (gender neutral) squeal and go 'Omg! You're Sage Lesath!'

And the guy does not seem surprised. He laughs a little. Your coworker rushes over to start pestering him with questions and compliments and more noises while you're stuck cleaning up the damn danishes.

You hear the bell chime again and more incomprehensible-excitement-noises so presumably your coworker can at least distract them for a moment while you finish cleaning up. There's only one cook in the kitchen back there, but luckily they don't seem to have any interest in whatever's going on so more danishes can get made.

When you come back, there's a whole ass group of people now and your coworker looks like they're about to faint. You go to get everyone else's orders and find out (mostly through breathless squeals) that the newcomers names are Lucan, Balsam, Tulsi, and Elowen.

It's only at this point when you're clearly (colloquially) nonplussed that your coworker finally asks why you aren't more excited. And you kinda shrug and say that everyone seems lovely but you're not entirely sure why you would be excited over your coworker's friends that you don't know?

You have never seen your coworker look this exasperated. Have they really failed you this badly? Do you not remember them practically tying you down to a chair and making you listen to that new album like, two weeks ago?? You admit that you'd started reading fanfics and totally zoned out.

Yes I'm plugging my own shit don't judge me

And the others are laughing at this whole scenario. Another customer is coming in so you finally shoo everyone away from the counter. You have a job to do y'know! And as your coworker finally scurries back to the kitchen, you take the new or-

...

Sage is lingering by the counter, ears perked and tail swishing in amusement. Once you take the order and the new customer moves off to the side, Sage settles his elbows on the counter and watches as you move around.

Normally you might be a little weirded out but... he looks like a cat. Well, more of a cat than before anyways. You're almost tempted to pet him. But instead you make some conversation. While Sage is certainly flirtatious and a little cocky, you can't help but notice something genuine underneath. When you casually ask if all the flirting is some kind of rocker persona... Well, he gets a little flustered.

When all the food and drinks are ready, you load it up on two serving trays and haul it over. Sage trots along after you like a lovestruck puppy.

The others ask you to sit with them for a little bit. You point out you're still on the clock but your coworker encourages you to do it, whispering (not all that quietly) that if you get free tickets then you have to give them one. You promptly shoo them away while they laugh.

Through a mix of Google, Spotify, and laughter, you find out they're a punk/rock/indie/whatever band (everyone keeps arguing about it. Google lists them as alternative) called The Griefers. Elowen is the lead singer, Tulsi is the drummer, Balsam is the keyboard/pianist, Lucan plays the bass, and Sage does guitar (though he sings once in a while as well).

R,,,rau,,,,,raunchy photoshoots,,,,,,,, hehehehehe,,,,,,,,,

When you scroll across a particularly suggestive pic of Sage (as in naked with his guitar - Zenith - covering his crotch) you immediately exit out of that.

'Aw, you don't like what you see? ;)'

He's all snuggled up next to you, so you flick his nose. He leans away but laughs, and his cheeks are a warm pink.

-

It doesn't take long after that for you to be invited to their practices. It's a little weird with all these stagehands and sound techs and whatever running around behind you, but over time you get used to it.

You get your own dedicated little loveseat and everything.

It doesn't take long for you to start seeing through everyone's professional personas. Lucan is an over-excited fluffball that loves animals, Balsam is a total sci-fi nerd, Elowen gets startled by jump scares and Tulsi likes anime.

And Sage? Sage is an absolute dork who gets flustered when you cheer for his playing or bring him a coffee or tell him he looks nice today.

One day, it's Elowen that invites you over to the soundstage. And so you clean yourself up, pack some snacks for everyone (they prefer danishes and cookies from the café over the stuff from the craft table. That's what they say anyways, but you're pretty sure they just like getting to have a friend bring them something personal), and head over.

You come in through the back like usual, stopping to chat with one of the stagehands you're friendly with, when the sounds of an argument catch your attention. Sounds like it's between Sage and Elowen. That's definitely not new. Especially when you hear Balsam laughing.

'-and it hardly seems fair,' Elowen is saying. You can't decide whether she sounds more annoyed or amused. 'Not to us, and certainly not to them.'

'Gods, why don't you just mind your own business?!' there's Sage, sounding as frustrated as ever. Elowen has a way of getting under his skin that makes his fur absolutely bristle.

'It becomes my business when they're all you talk about. If you cannot admit it to them, then you should at least be able to tell us.'

'Fine!' Sage snaps. You come around the corner to see the cat all fired up, tail lashing around and ears pinned flat. 'You want me to say it, I'll say it! I'm in love with MC!'

.... *Badum-tiss!*

That would be Tulsi - who just noticed you - hitting a rimshot.

Balsam, who notices you, starts wheezing.

'Don't laugh!' Sage is more exasperated than anything now. 'This is why I didn't wanna tell you guys, because you were gonna be assholes about it-'

Lucan beams brightly and waves to you. 'Hi MC! Did you bring those snake pastries I like? :)'

Sage pauses. His ears perk and twitch as he turns to look at you. His face goes bright red.

'.... Night take me.'

Balsam is wheezing so hard that he's gone completely silent. Help him.

-

You and Sage start dating after that.

Obviously you get backstage passes to all his shows. He loves getting to see you before and after a performance, especially since he's usually buzzing with so much energy and he needs a way to get it out.

On that note he's very touchy-feely when you're backstage. Sometimes it's making out and squeezing your butt a little, other times it's nuzzling and purring and getting his fur all over you.

It's inevitable that pictures of you two together get out. You get,, mixed reactions. On the one hand, a lot of people think you two are an absolutely adorable couple, and Sage is clearly happy with you. On the other hand, a lot of people are jealous and shit-talk you as a result.

So obviously Sage gushes about you every chance he gets. If you're comfortable being on his Instagram then he posts selfies of the both of you and always captions it with something about how sweet/kind/adorable/lovely etc. you are and how lucky he is to have you.

He also likes leaving those 'sugar daddy hmu' type comments on your page because he thinks it's really funny

If you don't really wanna be on social media then he respects that, and he saves all his gushing for interviews.

Teaches you how to play the guitar,, stands behind you so he can guide your fingers along the fret board,,, his palms are so warm and his fingertips are all calloused,,,,, kissing your cheek when you do it right,,,,,, humming along,,,,,, tells you that with a little practice you'll be the best player ever. Maybe you can replace him when he wants to take a break? Oh but if you need more lessons then he's happy to keep his arms around you ;)

You play with the band sometimes! Just during practice or when you guys are goofing around. Everyone teaches you a little bit about their instruments. You find out Balsam's keyboard can record things and he recorded Sage's impromptu love confession, so Sage will be in the middle of practicing a solo and Balsam will start playing it on full volume to fuck with him.

Sage does write songs for you and he's always so shy about it. He only ever sings it when you guys are alone though. Usually at his or your apartment/house/whatever.

You get free merch so that's cool

I think Sage used to kinda overdo it at the after parties, but now that you're there to keep him in check he's a lot calmer. Obviously still drinks and possibly gets a little high but he's definitely not blacking out like he used to. It's after one of those parties, when Sage is curled up in your lap taking a cat nap and you're stroking his hair, that Tulsi points it out.

He gets hit on a lot. He always has, of course, but now it almost seems to happen more often. It always kind of annoyed him before but now it downright pisses him off. Everyone knows he's in a very happy relationship, thank you very much, so can't they just fuck off or something? He always tells you about it when it happens, and it makes him sulk a fair bit. Do people think he's a cheater or something? That he's so sex-crazed that he would betray you like that?

You always hug him extra tight and kiss the top of his head and remind him that he's all yours, and that makes him feel better.

It's a little silly (at least, that's what Sage says) but he still gets anxious about performing sometimes. It depends on the crowd size.

And tonight's performance has a lot of people.

He's got about twenty, twenty-five minutes before he needs to be on stage for final checks.

His tail won't stop flicking around and his ears are flattened and he keeps rubbing the back of his neck.

You ask him if there's anything you can do to help. He looks over at you, amber eyes full of sincerity, and softly asks if you can just,,, let him forget about everything for a minute?

I think that's one of the things he loves about you. You see through the music and the rock persona and whatever to who he really is, and he just... Really needs to be reminded that he deserves love and affection. Not as the lead guitarist for the Griefers but as Sage Lesath, a dorky cat man who chases laser pointers and is spooked by ghosts and once walked into a door because he was too busy texting you to pay attention to his surroundings.

You :) tell him :) to sit down on the :) on the table :)

He's a little flustered but agrees, sitting on the edge of the little table. It creaks ominously but holds fine, so that's good.

You set your hands on his hips,, tuck yourself between his legs,,, cup your cheeks in his hands and kiss him all soft and gentle and sweet. He purrs into your mouth and gradually relaxes, tail winding around your thigh as he pulls you closer so your chests are flushed. You trail your fingers through his hair,, scritch behind his ears,,, give him a lil tug so his head falls back,,,, you kiss his cheek, the underside of his jaw, gently press your lips against the spot where you can feel his pulse jump. His breath comes out as a broken sigh, and his words become a little whimper.

You give his ears one last affectionate scratch before dropping your hand back down to his waist. Give his sides a little squeeze. Then start trailing your hands slowly up his sides, sneaking under his jacket. He's practically trembling under your touch.

As you gradually trail your kisses and bites down his neck and to his shoulders, you coo to him. Tell him he's such a good kitty cat, your good kitty cat, so cute and so sweet and so lovely,,,

And it doesn't take much for you to feel his cock getting hard in his pants.

He's panting softly, all flushed and lovely and eyes dark with need. You carefully unbutton his pants (after undoing the various belts and straps that are part of his costume) and roll them down to his knees to let his dick spring out. There's already some pre leaking out of the tip, and that makes it easy for you to take him in your hand and pump his shaft. His head falls back and bumps against the wall, purring and moaning and bucking his hips a little. You use your free hand to peel back the collar of his jacket and leave a hickey on his shoulder, where it'll be hidden.

Then you leave one on the crook of his neck, where it probably won't be hidden. The makeup artist will totally have your ass for that but it's worth it.

Oh, he looks so cute, all blushy and panting and drooling like that... You love him so much.... And tomorrow morning, you're gonna wake up wearing his jacket and make some breakfast in bed, and you guys can spend the whole day cuddling on the couch and binging movies and laughing. And in the evening, maybe you guys can go on a date? Just something simple, like ice cream and a walk in the park or something like that. And then you'll go home and ride him until he passes out :D

Sage whines that he's getting close. You could already guess from the way the tip of his tail is flicking around like crazy.

You quickly squat down and take the tip into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down a few times until he lets out a warning cry. Then you pull back, opening your mouth wide and letting the tip sit on your tongue and looking up at him. He's watching you.

And you wink.

And he cums in your mouth.

You wait until you're sure he's done - and it takes a second, kitty cat cums a lot - to suck the last of it off his tip and then swallow. Then open your mouth to show him you swallowed it all.

And even though he literally just came, his cock gives an interested twitch.

You quickly tuck him back in and stand up before he can get any ideas. Fix his jacket. Smooth his hair. Cup his cheeks and smooch his forehead.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close and for a few minutes you guys just,, hold each other. He mumbles a soft 'thank you' into your shoulder.

One of the stagehands slaps on the door and tells Sage to hurry up. Sage growls lowly and squeezes you tighter. He'll be there in a second!

He just needs you close for a little longer.

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [five] // wanda maximoff

summary: spending the afternoon with the Maximoff twins proved to be interesting... and prom night finally arrives!

warning/s: none.

author's note: here’s the final part to this mini series! i’m so glad you all enjoyed it and i appreciate every note i get, thank you 😊♥️ i’ve still got other wanda stuff in the works that will be posted soon, so stay tuned!

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After a few tries and encouragement from Pietro, I managed to win the black cat plush toy for Wanda. It was strange, her brother wanting me to make a move on her, but I guess it reassured me a bit to know he thought I was actually good enough for her.

The two of us headed to the diner next door to find Y/BF/N and the other Maximoff twin, myself hiding the plush toy behind my back.

"Finally, you two took forever!" Y/BF/N exclaimed when he saw us approaching their table.

"Y/N here is one stubborn girl with that machine," Pietro explained with a smile as we took our seats. His eyes fell to the drink in front of him. "Oh, you ordered!"

"Just the drinks," Y/BF/N said, before looking to me as I slid in beside him in the booth. "I got you a Cherry Coke. Your favourite."

I smiled gratefully. "Thanks."

"So, what d'you win?" he asked, quirking a brow.

Feeling the heat rising up my neck, I looked to Wanda who was sat opposite Y/BF/N. She was leaning on her hand as she stared at me with a kind smile on her lips.

"You said you wanted the black cat," I said nervously, before holding it out to her. "Here."

Taken aback, she raised her eyebrows but accepted the gift. "Aww, Y/N... you didn't have to!"

I shrugged, smiling awkwardly.

She grinned, studying the toy before looking up at me with sparkling hazel eyes. "I love it. Thank you."

Nodding, I glanced at Pietro who was grinning with pride before me. I could feel Y/BF/N staring at me and when I looked his way, he was smirking and wiggling his eyebrows knowingly. Rolling my eyes, I focused my attention on the menu to distract myself.

"So... what shall we order?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

After relaying our order to the waitress, Pietro was the first to speak up.

"Okay, I have to ask," he began, leaning forward slightly as he looked between Y/BF/N and I. "Are you guys dating?"

I almost choked on my drink as I looked over my glass to see him grinning cheekily. He knew full well that Y/BF/N and I were only friends, so what was he playing at?

"Definitely not," Y/BF/N answered with a chuckle. Y/N here is practically my sister."

"Exactly," I added, giving Pietro a look that basically said I'm going to murder you. "He's been my best friend since we were kids."

"So there's never been feelings there?" Pietro continued to question curiously, leaning back in his seat.

Wanda slapped his arm gently. "Leave them alone, Piet."

"Never," Y/BF/N answered for us both. "Like I said, she's my annoying little sister."

I quirked a brow and looked to him. "Little? I think I'd be the older sister in this fake sibling relationship,"

"But I'm a month older than you," he stated like that was explanation enough.

"But you act like a child," I retorted. "I'd be the older one."

He rolled his eyes, though a smile was playing on his lips. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

I rolled my eyes, too, before looking back to the twins. Wanda was smiling as she sipped her drink and Pietro had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked to me. What the hell was he thinking?

"So you're not interested in Y/BF/N," he thought aloud. "And you definitely weren't interested in me..."

"You made a move on Y/N?" Wanda asked suddenly, looking to her brother with knitted brows.

I breathed out through my nose, eyes falling to the table with embarrassment.

"Yeah, but she made it clear she didn't like me," Pietro said with a shrug, before looking to me again. "So who do you like then? Or is their a girlfriend we don't know about?"

Looking up, I saw three sets of eyes on me and I suddenly felt nervous. Y/BF/N and Pietro were watching with amusement dancing in their eyes as Wanda chewed her lip curiously, awaiting an answer.

"You know there's nobody, Pietro," I said through a forced smile as I looked to him.

His cheeky smile was still present as he said. "Really? I thought you mentioned someone back then. Whilst we were playing in the arcade."

Oh, boy, was he going to die.

"You misunderstood," I played along, before kicking him in the shin to shut him the hell up.

Of course, it was just my luck that the leg in front of me was actually Wanda's. She squeaked an 'ow' as she bent down to rub her leg.

"What was that?" she asked with confusion.

Pietro must have pitied me, having put me on the spot enough in the past two minutes, as he looked to his sister with an apologetic smile. "My bad, Wands. My foot just twitched."

I breathed out with relief as Pietro looked to me, trying not to laugh. He was lucky we were with company otherwise I would have killed him there and then.

—

I wasn't expecting to be hanging out with the Maximoff twins on a Saturday afternoon, but by the time dinner came to an end, I realised how much I enjoyed the day. And I think I could say the same for Y/BF/N, too.

The rest of our meal was pretty uneventful after Pietro's initial teasing, to my relief, and Pietro eventually quit it with the overt hints towards his sister. The last thing I wanted was for Wanda to feel uncomfortable, so I was glad he eventually cut it out.

At the end of the meal, Pietro and Y/BF/N offered to split the bill between them – something about chivalry not being dead, I don't know, all I knew was Wanda and I were getting a free meal so why complain? – and headed to the till to pay, leaving Wanda and I alone.

She was hugging her new black cat plushie on her lap adorably, making me smile.

"Aren't black cats supposed to be bad luck or something?" I asked, earning her attention.

She put her arm on the back of her seat, leaning her head on her hand as she gave me her full attention. "I didn't peg you for the suspicious type," she taunted.

I smiled. "I never said I believed it. Just what I've heard."

She chuckled, licking her lips. "Fair point... I don't believe it either. I just love black cats. They're so cute and get way too much stick for merely existing."

It was my turn to laugh. She had such a unique way of thinking that I couldn't help but be attracted to. Something as simple as the way she was smiling at me right now warmed my heart.

"How is your hand by the way?" she suddenly asked, eyes looking down to it.

I squeezed it into a fist and released. The purple bruising along my knuckles had turned yellow-green which meant it was getting better, but it did still hurt a little. Nonetheless, I didn't want to make Wanda feel bad, so I gave her a reassuring smile.

"It's okay," I said, making her look up at me with concerned eyes. "I mean, it hurts a little, but it's getting better."

She pursed her lips, nodding. "Nate really did deserve what you did. Bet it felt good."

I raised my eyebrows with surprise, certainly not expecting that. "I guess it did a little, but..."

"It's okay, I'm not biased," she promised with a slight smile. "We broke up, remember?"

I relaxed before mirroring her expression. "Then yeah, it felt pretty great. Karma for hitting me with that stupid football."

She chuckled, leaning back into her seat and clutching her cat. "Karma, indeed." There was a pause, before she grew excited. "So prom is coming up. How are we feeling?"

I groaned playfully. "We're feeling exhausted already. I'm not a huge prom fan."

She gasped. "Seriously? Y/N, come on, it's our last one! How aren't you excited?"

I pulled a face. "The concept of dancing in a hall with people I barely speak to isn't exactly appealing."

She straightened up, hugging her cat closely. "So what, you're not gonna go?"

"I'm not sure yet... Y/BF/N has plans to ask someone and really wants me to go, too," I admitted. "But I've not decided. I might just leave him to it."

She tilted her head to the side curiously, eyes studying me intensely. "What if somebody asked you to go with them? Then would you go?"

I tried not to laugh as I leaned my head in the palm of my hand on the table. "Nobody is going to ask me, Wanda. Nobody even knows who I am."

She scoffed playfully. "Now that's just not true. You're beautiful, Y/N. Funny. Kind. Intelligent. Someone is bound to ask."

I rolled my eyes, hoping to distract from the heat rising to my cheeks. I knew she was just saying all of that stuff to be nice, but God was I awful at accepting compliments.

She must have noticed as she leaned forward on her own palm, eyes glowing with entertainment. "Okay, what if you asked somebody?"

Appreciating the subject change, I leaned back in my seat. "I wouldn't even know who to ask."

She thought about it for a moment, before saying, "Pietro was being annoying earlier with all of that questioning, but he's right. Is there nobody you're even remotely interested in at school?"

I quirked a brow, wondering if she was serious. The way she was watching me patiently, a small smile tugging at her lips, made me believe she was. And I found that I couldn't bring it in myself to completely lie to her. So, I didn't.

"There's one person," I admitted reluctantly, swallowing hard. This piqued her interest as she sat up straight, an excited look on her face. I continued, "But I could never ask her."

She gave me an are you serious? look. "And why not?"

I tensed my jaw, smile fading at the thought. "She wouldn't say yes."

Wanda's expression softened. "I doubt that."

Feeling a little uncomfortable, I shuffled in my seat. "She wouldn't. And it's fine anyway! I mean, I wouldn't even know what to say. It's pointless."

"Try," was all she said. And in response to my confused face, she added, "Try asking me. Practice what you would say if I was this girl."

I shook my head. "Wanda, that's not–"

"Just try!" she insisted, sitting back in her seat and smiling encouragingly. "No harm, no foul, right?"

Maybe a little, I thought, but straightened up anyway.

"Okay, er..." I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling nervous as her eyes followed my every move. Looking up, I felt intimidated by her gaze, even though she had the softest smile and kindest eyes directed my way. "Wanda, would you like to go to prom with me?"

Without hesitation, she nodded. "I'd be honoured to, Y/N."

It was fake, this whole thing was 'practice'. But God, I wanted it to be real so bad. She held my gaze, confident and startling and wonderful all at once, and I had no idea what to do. My palms were getting sweaty and my heart was racing the longer she stared. My gaze fell to her lips at the wrong time, as she licked them and I wanted to lean in, wanted to kiss her. I wanted to kiss her hard and tell her how I felt. I wanted to ask her to prom and dance with her in the school gym. I wanted to hold her hand and pull her close, staring into her eyes without fear of going too far.

I wanted her.

"Okay, we're all done here," Pietro's voice broke our staring contest. He clapped his hands together, stopping by the table. "You both ready to go?"

Wanda nodded, already sliding out from the booth. "I'm ready. Y/N?"

I looked up and forgot how to breathe when she smiled down at me.

"Y-yeah," I got out, wiping my palms on my jeans before sliding out the booth. "All ready. Let's go."

—

Prom came upon us in no time and I'd made the decision to attend. My sister ended up convincing me with Y/BF/N, the two of them rambling about how it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience and a rite of passage before graduating high school. As much as I hated the thought of attending, I knew they were right, so I agreed to go.

Y/S/N came over to help me get ready, as she was the one who picked my dress. I wanted to wear a cute pantsuit, not really one for dresses, but after her complaints – "you're really milking that whole 'I'm a lesbian' look aren't you?" – I agreed on a dress that she chose.

She helped me do my hair and makeup before taking loads of embarrassing photos of me at the door. I went to prom with Y/BF/N and his date – some girl he liked in his Maths class – which wasn't too bad, but I didn't want to third wheel too much, so I gave them space when we actually arrived.

The school had done a good job at converting the gym into something unrecognisable, I must admit. Plus there was food, which was always a good distraction.

Some acquaintances from some of my classes said their hellos to me and engaged in some quick conversations before moving on. Admittedly, it wasn't too bad catching up with people I'd shared class with over the past several years. Y/BF/N even had a few dances with me, both him and his date, which was sweet, but honestly, I still felt out of place.

Two hours in, I was already fed up of the experience, opting to stand on the sidelines by a cocktail table with a sad glass of punch. I definitely didn't expect to see Wanda approaching me with an impressed smile on her lips. I hadn't actually seen her since arriving, the place full of students and myself barely recognising anyone as it was, let alone in a full gymnasium.

"You came," she said when she stopped my table, eyes looking me up and down. "You look amazing, Y/N."

She was one to talk. I tried not to drool over how beautiful she looked. I assumed she'd be one to wear a dress, but I guess I assumed wrong as she was pulling off a burgundy suit and white blouse. Her hair was curled and left out, paired with a smokey eye makeup look that only complimented her eyes perfectly.

"Says you?" I replied with a smile. "You look gorgeous, Wanda."

She smiled bashfully. "Thank you... so what made you change your mind in coming?"

I laughed uncomfortably, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Partially forced by my family, partially felt like I had to."

She laughed alongside me. "Well, I feel like you made the right choice."

"Not too sure about that," I joked, before straightening up. "So, who was lucky enough to bring Wanda Maximoff as their date to the prom?"

She rolled her eyes at my compliment, smile on her lips still. "Nobody. I came alone. Well, alone but with my brother."

I was surprised at that, but tried to hide it with a nod. "Alone works, too."

"Says the girl who also came alone," she teased.

I couldn't help but smile with amusement. "Yeah. Says she."

Setting her purse on the table, she began to open it. "I was looking for you earlier. But I couldn't find you."

I watched as she fumbled around in her purse. "Yeah? And what did you need?"

After a moment of searching, she finally pulled out two slips of paper that looked like tickets. Holding them up with a small smile, she said, "I've got two tickets to the Paramore concert happening in the summer."

My jaw dropped with disbelief. "You're kidding."

She shook her head, holding them towards me. I accepted them, looking to see if she was pulling my leg. She wasn't.

"These are really good seats," I pointed out, before looking up at her. "You scored big time."

She laughed as I held the tickets out to her. Accepting them back, she said, "I did. And I bought them for a reason."

I raised an eyebrow as she watched me.

"We've got to get matching tee shirts somehow, right?" she joked lightheartedly before looking to me with certainty. Green eyes sparkled with hopefulness as she said, "Come with me."

My mouth went dry. She was asking me to go with her, holy shit.

I opened my mouth, about to speak, but she cut me off.

"Don't say maybe," she said, chewing on her lower lip nervously. "Say yes."

The music and the dancing students and the lights all faded into nothing as Wanda waited for a response, stepping closer to me, way too close to be platonic. I was overwhelmed, definitely not expecting this. Never in a million years did I think Wanda Maximoff, the most popular girl in our grade, would be asking me to see Paramore with her. I didn't even think she knew I existed! 

Her eyes darted between mine patiently, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel her breath tickling my lips as she waited and I looked down to hers, suppressing the urge to lean in.

"Yes," I finally spoke, voice barely a whisper as I swallowed hard. "I'll go with you." 

She nodded, but that wasn't enough as she licked her own lips. I looked back to her eyes, only to see her looking down at mine.

"Can I kiss you?" she muttered softly, making me freeze in place.

Her eyes looked back to mine, dark and patient. I managed to nod weakly, and she wasted no more time when pressing her lips to mine a in a slow, gentle, warm kiss. Her hand wrapped around my waist, tugging my body close to hers, as the other rested behind my neck, giving me goosebumps and turning my insides to jelly.

I closed my eyes, melting into her embrace, one hand planted firmly on her waist as the other rested on her chest. She tasted like peppermint and her floral perfume was infiltrating my senses, making my head dizzy in the best way possible.

When she pulled away, I opened my eyes and was immediately submerged in pools of green. Still so close to her, I kept ahold of her waist as she did the same with me, eyes flickering down to my lips once more.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," I admitted breathlessly.

She looked to me again. "Why didn't you?"

Her lips were swollen slightly, red lipstick ruined. I could only imagine the mess on my own lips, but I didn't care.

I smiled nervously. "You were with Nate."

She tried not to laugh. "How stupid of me." Eyes falling to my lips again, she added, "I should have broken up with him sooner if it meant I could do this."

I smiled widely, heart fluttering in my chest at her words. Leaning forward, I took her bottom lip in mine, giving her a final kiss that was long overdue before pulling away.

"In case you couldn't tell, you were the girl I wanted to ask to prom," I said, stepping back slightly, but taking her hands in mine.

She bit her lip to contain her smile. "I figured... and for the record, I would have said yes."

My cheeks began to heat up, but I smiled nonetheless. "Well, in that case... Wanda, would you like to go to prom with me?"

She grinned. "I would be honoured, Y/N."

I mirrored her expression. She held out her free hand.

"Do you wanna dance?" she asked gently.

I accepted her hand, squeezing it gently. "I'd love to."

Before either of us could make a move to do so, we heard Pietro's voice shouting in the distance.

"Fina-fucking-lly!"

We turned to the left to see him racing towards us in his blue suit, a knowing smile on his lips.

"You took forever," he said with disbelief to his sister. "I thought I'd have to keep flirting with Y/N in front of you for you to get the hint and make a fucking move."

Wanda rolled her eyes, but I smiled as her cheeks dusted pink.

"And you!" he said, looking to me. "You're so oblivious it hurts."

"Wanda didn't know I existed before this year," I told him, half joking and half serious. "I had every right to be."

Wanda squeezed my hand, earning my attention. She shook her head. "That's not true. I always noticed you."

I gave her a knowing look. "Seriously?"

With an endearing smile, she nodded. "Seriously."

I sighed, looking away and definitely not expecting that. "Well, okay then."

She laughed, pulling me close and wrapping an arm around my waist comfortably. "I believe you owe me a dance. C'mon.

Pietro opened his mouth to speak, but Wanda merely pushed past him, guiding me to the dance floor.

"Not now, Piet," she said, before looking to me with sparkling eyes. "I want to dance with my girlfriend."

I was sure it was impossible for me to smile anymore.

"Girlfriend," I noted aloud, nodding. "I like the sound of that."

She grinned before standing opposite me, holding out her hand. And as I accepted it, I felt a warmth spread all over me that was only possible because of one girl and one girl only.

Wanda Maximoff.

[lovinkiri]

If The Roles Were Reversed || One

UA!Dabi x Reader

UA!Shigaraki x Reader

UA!Toga x Reader

UA!Twice x Reader

UA!Compress x Reader

Author's Thoughts: Okay so I was just thinking, what if the LOV were seniors in UA, and emotionally stable enough to not be villains, and ekvekbd

Warning: Swearing, Scratching, etc.

EVERYONE IS 18+

Touya Todoroki (Dabi)

People couldn't help but stare at the two of you. You knew it was because of your boyfriend though, who was used to the stares by now.

"What happened to him?"

"They really let guys like that in the hero course? Look at the scarred face."

"The whole course looks like a group of villians, I'm not surprised."

You went to speak out. I mean, it wasn't his fault his quirk was self destructive. Though he was taking courses in Quirk Control, the scars he'd gotten before enrolling in UA stuck.

But before you could utter a word, Dabi sighed and wrapped an arm around you, giving the gossips a look that could scare a pro.

"Don't worry about it, babe. It's alright. I just wish they'd say it to my ugly scarred face." He spoke loudly and sarcastically, raising his voice even more towards the end.

You huff and glare at the already scared freshmen. "I just wish they'd take a look in the mirror themselves."

And now they were scared and offended.

You look back to Dabi and sigh. "You know you're sexy, right Touya?" You raise an eyebrow, Dabi snickering at how serious the question was asked.

"Can't look that bad if I've got such a cute little thing on my arm." He smirked, watching as you immediately got flustered.

"Y-Yeah, c'mon." You pull him to class, Dabi chuckling.

Upon entering the classroom, he immediately looked to Shigaraki. "Hey, Crusty."

Shigaraki glared at the Dabi. "Morning, Crispy."

With Shigaraki, you let it slide. You knew this was their way of being friendly to each other. Then Toga came bounding over, hugging you from behind.

"Hi, Touya! Morning, Y/n!" She grinned. Dabi scoffed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "It's Dabi."

"You let Y/n call you Touya!"

"Are you Y/n?"

"No.."

"Okay then, Crazy."

"Crazy?!"

You laugh and smile. It was never boring, being with Dabi.

Tomura Shigaraki

"Tomura!"

He sighed and looked at you, drowning out the rest of the hero course. You walked over with your lunch and plopped down next to him, slapping his hand away from his neck. "You're scratching again. I know it's a bad habit but-"

Tomura rose an eyebrow, wondering what caused your silence. Then he followed your gaze to his hands.

Before he could speak, you broke out into a grin. "You got your new gloves! Now we can hold hands!"

Sighing once more, he shrugged. "I don't get why its such a big deal. You were more excited than I was."

He was lying. He was secretly just as excited. The thought of holding your hands, running his fingers through your hair, holding you without having to be careful of his fingers. He couldn't wait.

You kissed his cheek and laid your head against his shoulder. "Can we hold hands later?" You asked looking up at him with irresistible eyes.

"You don't have to ask, you know." He grumbled as he wrapped an arm around you. The rest of the hero course let out either genuine or sarcastic awww's.

"Its not fair. How did Shigaraki start dating before any of us?" Toga asked with a pout. Dabi snorted in laughter. "They like 'em crusty and flaky."

Tomura glared at him. "Better crusty than charred and burnt." He retaliated.

Dabi gave a lazy grin. "Oi, I'm not burnt. I'm crispy."

The entire table, not including Tomura, devolved into laughter. Tomura rolled his eyes, laying his cheek against the top of your head. "Idiots. They're all idiots."

You smiled. "Please. You love 'em."

"Tch. Whatever." He huffed.

Himiko Toga

You waited by the school gates patiently for Himiko. You knew she was probably getting some new upgrades to her hero costume, so you didn't mind.

"Y/n, Y/n!"

You turned and Himiko jumped into your arms. Thankfully, you were able to wrap your arms around her and steady yourself. This wasn't the first time so you had practice.

Grinning, she wrapped her arms around your neck. "Hey, your reflexes are getting better!" She pointed out.

You smiled and chuckled in at the remark. "Thank to you. You seem more excited than usual."

"Oh yeah! I got this awesome new upgrade." She said proudly. Pulling away from the embrace and instead holding your hand, she started to pull you along.

"Yeah? What is it?" You asked, tilting your head. Himiko proceeded to go into a detailed ramble about her upgrade, her free hand making exaggerated motions.

You couldn't help but admire how her eyes seemed got so much brighter. It was obvious she was excited to test it out.

Others who weren't used to seeing you guys around stared, but minded their business as you glared at them. You weren't gonna let anyone bring her down. Knowing people already whispered about how odd she seemed in the school hallways, you'd decided she didn't need to hear that outside of school too.

"And so it'll be easier to shift between forms!" She finished, looking at you, looking for your approval.

Kissing her cheek, you chuckled. "That sounds amazing. And it was your idea?" You grinned as she enthusiastically nodded. "Yeah! Of course, you inspired me! Remember last week when you said it'd been cool if I could switch between forms more freely?"

Your expression morphed into confusion. "Huh? That was a month ago."

She shrugged. "A week, a month, a year! It's all the same!"

Laughing softly, you nodded. "Sure, Himiko."

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice)

Jin smiled as you pulled his mask on, trying to nuzzle into your hands.

"Jin- I can't get it on when you do that." You chuckled, a smile tugging at your own lips. "I don't see why you couldn't put your own mask you."

"Because I like it when you're near me! Stop asking questions." He responded, pulling you closer by your lower back.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you quickly pecked his lips before fully getting the mask on. "You a sweetheart, you know that?"

He nodded. "I know!" Then quickly shook his head. "I have no idea what you mean."

"Right. Well, be careful at training today. I think they're gonna make you fight Dabi." You warned. You knew Jin was strong but Dabi was something else. Losing usually made him fight harder. And sometimes, he lost himself.

"Oh please, that's nothing. Nothing but a death wish! He's still pissed at me for spilling juice on him at lunch today!" Your boyfriend began pacing, holding his head dramatically.

His head whipped to you as you started laughing. "Why are you laughing? Last time we sparred, I had to sleep with an ice pack on my ass! For a week! And he was sleepy!" He pressed, mocking betrayal once your laughter continued.

"I-I'm sorry, Jin! I'm just remembering that pillow you had yo sit on in class. You know, as to know irritate the burns on your butt." You covered your mouth to stifle anymore sounds of amusement.

Jin whined at the memory, placing his hand on his ass. "It's not funny, babe!"

You grinned and cleared your throat, taking a breathe. "Alright, alright. But you were just distracted that day. And the voices are a lot easier to ignore when your mask comes off in combat now, aren't they?"

Walking over, you gently placed your hand on his cheek. He immediately leaned into your touch, almost cat like. "It's so much easier to focus now. But it can be kinda difficult with you lookin so damn good while watching me!"

Jin leaned down, attempting to kiss you from under his a mask. You laughed and tried pulling away, hands on his chest. "J-Jin!"

"Oi, are you done yet? It's our turn Jin!"

Gulping nervously, Jin lifted his mask a bit to give you an actual kiss. You returned it, humming softly then pulled away. He shrugged. "In case I die."

Then there was an burst of heat. "Get over here, Jin!"

Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress)

Atsuhiro smirked at the villian before him, twirling his cane ever so casually. "Tsk, tsk. You've got a flashy quirk, but there's no flare."

What was supposed to be a training retreat turned into a surprise attack. These villians never knew when to give up.

He quickly dodged another attack and gave a mocking hum, as if he were thinking. "Oh I know!" He hit his fist against his palm. "You're missing the element of surprise! You're completely predictable!"

Laughing as the villian the got angry, he shrugged. "Unlike me!" He dodged once more before shooting out a marble that you'd been compressed in for a while.

Once free, you launched an attack to the villiain. "Surprise!" You grinned as you foot connected into the villian's back, the impact sending him tumbling into a tree.

Atsuhiro caught you in his arms and you spread yours out. "I see, you haven't met my lovely assistant, have you?" Sitting youdown, the two of you prepared for another attack.

"Delaware Smash!" The villain cried out, running to the both of you, dodging Atsuhiro's efforts at compressing him.

You managed to dodge, but Atsuhiro wasn't so lucky, taking blow after blow before colliding into a tree.

"Hiro!" You yelled out, running towards him. It was when you held a hand out that you halted. "Now, now, Dear, worry not. It is not who's in trouble."

The villain's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. That's when you noticed a marble rolling from compresses hand. It would seem the villain noticed to but it was too late.

Before anyone could react, Spinner was there dishing out attacks. Atsuhiro stood, leaning against the tree. Running over, you helped him to balance himself.

"You had Spinner this whole time?" You asked in surprise, eyes wide. He chuckled softly and gave a small bow. "As I said, the element of surprise is very important."

"Boss! The heroes are here!"

The villain glared at us, dodging Spinner and jumping from place to place. "This isn't over." He mumbled before bounding off.

Spinner went to go after him, but Atsuhiro had his cane in front of him in a second. "Let them be."

Spinner opened his mouth to protest but sighed and nodded.

You guys soon grouped up with the rest of the class, only to see Toga on the verge of tears.

"Himiko, what's wrong?" Spinner asked, you guys rushing over. Holding back a sob, she looked up.

"They kidnapped Shigaraki!"

[dutchdread]

I think you're seeing more disagreement than I meant to imply, so I'll probably change some of my wording later on. I was intentionally blunt for the sake of clarity. I am not going to go into a debate about the logistics about how likely it is for Cloud to be straight or not, you want an argument about that, that's an entirely different argument that I am unwilling to discuss here since it would only distract from the point. Premise here is that Cloud is straight. If somehow that turns out to be false, you can consider this argument to be bunk. I am of course also not saying that love is the only bond worth mentioning. I'd argue that the vast majority of the bond between Aerith and Cloud is non-romantic, my intention was never to say "the only thing Cloud feels for Aerith is a slight romantic bond". My stance is that Cloud cares about Aerith a great deal, and while I have no idea what percentage of those feelings are romantic, I am pretty certain it's not 0%. But don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean I don't think it's pretty darn close to that. Yes, I agree with everything you've said about the illusion, and about "complexity of human heart", but "everything was an illusion and it's now properly sorted out and Cloud never felt anything romantic", isn't complex. I think the real Cloud probably felt a whirlwind of emotions and the only person that is qualified to make a judgement call on whether or not any part of that was romantic, is Cloud. And yes, not everyone reacts exactly the same to stimuli, but our feelings and behaviors aren't exactly unpredictable either. Cloud seemingly enjoyed spending time with Aerith to some degree, and while it's possible that he thought she was hideous, I find it extremely bloody unlikely. Remember, I am not saying every man falls head over heels in love with every cute face they see, I am just saying that it's pretty hard to spend time with someone attractive, who you enjoy as a person, and is actively flirting with you, and not at the very least have SOME reaction. I will give one caveat though, as I mentioned, I don't think feelings for Aerith can survive the presence of Tifa. While with Tifa I think even his instinctive reactions to other women would be reduced to (almost) nothing. So a lot of this does depend on the specifics of his repression of his feelings for Tifa. If he's experiencing the same feelings for her that his real self experiences but simply represses them, then he might be blind to any other woman. But if it really is such that a large part of that is simply locked away, that he is just unaware of those feelings, and they're not interfering with his interractions with other people, then I can't see him not feeling ANYTHING. But to reiterate, this is not a "proof", I am not trying to provide an airtight argument here for why "Cloud loved Aerith, period", it's merely my explanation for why I find it highly probable from both the stance of "would he like her if he were a real person", and "do I think the developers write him as if he has 0% feelings for Aerith", that he at the very least felt something. If you don't feel the same, that's fine, I have very little interest in trying to convince you otherwise since, honestly, it's mostly a matter of personal opinion and not very important to FFVII or even the LTD.

Where it matters most is as an explanation for why I don't care about Clerith supporters trying to build a ship on single lines of dialogue showing the bare minimum of romantic interest, as if every Koibito is a marriage proposal. And thirdly, what is in your opinion the situation between CAT? Cloud is attracted to Aerith because she is hot and magical and Aerith is supposed to just accept it and not ask for anything deep, because deeply he loves Tifa, but Tifa is supposed to wait for his attraction to disappear so they can be together I am not sure what you mean by that. I don't think Tifa has to wait for anything. I think that even Soldier Cloud is more into Tifa than Aerith, and that once he regains his real identity he's has no doubts where his heart really lies. I am not saying Cloud was only attracted to Aerith, or that it could never become deeper than a superficial attraction, I am just saying it didn't, because Cloud was never in a position for that, and would probably prefer Tifa even if he were.

Do I think Cloud had romantic feelings for Aerith? (plottwist, the answer is yes)

Yes, you read that right, I think Cloud has romantic feelings for Aerith. Why do I think that? Well, I will tell you one thing, it's not because of the evidence, that's for sure. The debate between Tifa and Aerith often regresses into a complete denial that either of the two shipped characters has any interest what-so-ever at any time for any other character aside from perhaps disdain to the point where Cleriths will actually pretend to believe that even as a child Cloud only wanted to be friends and Tifa was just a bully. If aliens came to our planet and tried to reason out how humans experience love based on the arguments between Clotis and Cleriths, they'd probably come away believing that the full range of human romantic experience can be boiled down into 2 states of being:

1: Complete an utter disinterest. and 2: Absolute eternal love for one person and one person only. If the other side is able to show that Cloud has even the slightest level of attachment to another women the "complete disinterest" option disappears and both sides act as though option 2 is then the only one that's left. "Cloud said 'But, I’m -I mean- we’re here for you, right?", that means he wants to have ghost babies with Aerith!"

I have two reasons for assuming that Cloud had feelings for Aerith and neither have to do with any factual evidence, because there isn't any. The first is based on the facts of reality. Cloud had romantic feelings for Aerith, because Aerith exists, and Cloud is straight. That's it, end of discussion. I am going to be blunt here, Aerith is hot, and Cloud is a man. If an attractive woman talks to us and shows overt signs of interest, we're going to react to that to SOME degree, I am pretty confident in saying that Cloud even had some interest in Jessie by the time she kicked the bucket, insignificant though it may be. If you then make the girl nice, and add some magical powers to make her stand out more.....she's going to stand out.

Secondly, I think he has feelings for her because this is a video game, and people like romance. So if Cloud can have feelings for Aerith without it ruining the story, I have no doubt that SE would play into that and give the fans a bit of that satisfaction. I also think that FFVII is a story that tries to avoid perfectly clear black and white storytelling, and that if forced to choose between a clean resolution where Cloud has always been 100% dedicated to 1 girl, and the other was 100% just a red herring, or one where that's mostly true, but there is still some lingering inner conflict. Then I just assume they'd choose the second, because why not?

But not every erection deserves a mention. Not every woman that I've talked to nervously at a bar deserves to be mentioned in the same breath as the love of my life. Even if my heart did beat 100 times during that one minute.

Love isn't the temporary flood of oxytocin injected into your brain after a drunken one night stand. It's the feeling of comfortable satisfaction when you're sitting on the couch with someone you feel safe with and appreciate inside and out, because the time you spent together, and the things you've gone through together has granted you a deep understanding of who they are, and you appreciate their qualities, the good and even the bad, simply because they are THEIR qualities. The fact remains that similar to how Aeriths initial interest in Cloud came about because of his connections with Zack, any feelings Aerith has in death for the "real" Cloud are mostly remnants of the feelings she developed for a lie. The feelings might still be there, but they're not yet based on who Cloud actually is, and are therefore not yet relevant, and since she will never meet or spend time with the real Cloud, putting a lot of stock in them is absurd from a real life perspective, and bad storytelling from a fictional perspective. Similarly, I am sure Clouds heart skipped a bit when this pink bouncy magical girl put her face inches away from his. But ultimately all of that comes down to absolutely nothing if it's not something Cloud himself chooses to validate. Cloud wasn't himself, he didn't know who he was, what he appreciated in a woman, or why, and was generally all kinds of screwed up. From both a reality perspective, as a storytelling perspective, the idea that what Cloud felt during his fake persona should be relevant to real persona, is ludicrous. Yes, some emotions may have carried over, but the idea that the mere existence of these emotions within real Cloud is itself enough to say that real Cloud feels that way about her, is vacuous at best. For us to talk about real meaningful romantic thoughts towards Aerith from the real Cloud, it's not enough for the emotions to exist within him, they need to COME from him as well, the lingering remnants of Soldier Clouds time with Aerith have no meaning. It's real Cloud that needs to actively think about Aerith, and consider her as a possible romantic partner, that needs to decide to look at her through a romantic lens, that needs to consider her, and decide to want her, intellectually as well as merely biologically. And I don't for a second believe that that ever happened. When Cloud became himself again, he didn't do so in isolation, alone and with nothing but free time to let his mind wander and get attached to this memory of a girl he knew while he was braindamaged. No, he 'became himself' next to, and because of, an even more attractive girl, one whom he had loved his entire life, and more importantly, had actively pursued his entire life. You don't develop develop feelings for a dead girl while your dream girl is right next to you, nor do you go through the mental effort required to keep the feelings you might have had for said dead girl intact. From a narrative perspective, you don't introduce a cute pink girl, designed to get people attached to her, then show the main character get attached to her, and then go " HAHA, IT WAS ALL JUST A DREAM!"... But you also don't write the twist that the main character was a proxy for her ex, and that his entire sub-concious, story-arc, and basically life revolved around the other main girl that he apparently loved since he was a child, and have that be meaningless. What you write is that Cloud had some feelings for Aerith that are hard to define, but that he ends up with Tifa, the girl he loved all along, while still cherishing the memories and feelings they all shared with the pink girl, whatever they might have been.