#i *might* KEY WORD MIGHT. start uploading next month

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so fun thing. gdocs gets a bit fucky over 100k lol. word count doesn't update as you write and good fuckin luck opening it on your phone whoops

[theautisticwriter]

Love Letters: Yandere! Helluva Boss characters X G/N Reader

Characters- Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Stolas, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli

Show- Helluva Boss

Genre- romantic, yandere

Summary- Mini love letters from your not so secret stalkers admirers!

Warnings- swearing, pet names, yandere themes, mentions of planned kidnapping, stalking, delusional characters, unwanted attention

Word count- 1.5K

Extra notes- I have a Hazbin Hotel version of this uploaded as well!

key: f/l = first letter of your name, y/n = your name, n/n = your nickname

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By this point you know who it is y/n, I’m the only person COOL enough to send u romantic as fuck letters like the old people do

Sorry for eating the food u made last night, when i was raiding ur fridge it looked so fucking good (and it was, who knew u could cook :P). i left u a pony as a replacement, u can’t eat it but it’ll make u think of me ;) and that pony cost me a FUCK ton of money, collectors addition and shit. i know, bad fucking ass right??

the stupid shitty loud alarm u installed didn’t work when i came in, ud be much safer with me and loony. that’s the plan anyways babe, u have NO idea the fucking creeps that live down here, they’re all fucking animals and ur…not, a fucking asshole i guess.

i drew you smth (it’s the thing stuck on the back of the envelope with the glitter glu)

^glue

it’s me and u holding hands, like other couples do. we’re better than those corny fuckers tho, hence the crowns on our heads.

ignoring my texts, BLOCKING ME (still upset about this BY THE WAY) and then ignoring my very nice letters is kinda a dick move f/l, but it’s whatevs. everything is almost ready for ur move in. i cleaned up n everything :D

from the only bitch worth ur time,

blitzø

<3 (ignore that, moxxie threw a gun at me and my hand slipped, might fire him)

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Hiya sweet cheeks!!!

It’s Mills here, just checking in! Via letter! Ain’t that just the fanciest little thing? Mox said it’s the best way to show thought and care to someone, so here’s all my thoughts and care, just for you!

How’ve you been? Good I hope, I’ve been just peachy thanks for asking! My Ma and Pa are super excited to meet ya one day, they’ve even started planning the wedding! Now I told them to slow their horses down, and not the overwhelm ya, we’ll get to that don’t you worry darlin.

Im just so excited to write this letter for you! Ain’t it so romantic?? I’m practically squealing in delight at the thought of you opening this and swoonin’, that’s what you’re doing, right?

Now i’m writing this on my break, and my boss really needs me back in the game! I got employ of the month! Most amount of kills, with the best and bloodiest results baby!

Until next time sweetheart,

Your Mills! ♡

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Hi y/n,

It’s Moxxie here, I was a little nervous to send this letter to you, but I always try to follow my heart, and my heart was telling me to communicate with you in the most romantic way I know how due to our current circumstances of being so far away. It’s hard, for the both of us i’m sure, but we’ll be okay y/n.

As much as I don’t get along with my father, he has been helpful with my preparations for your arrival. It’s a big deal, moving in together. I’m sure your anxious, I am too, but in the best way possible. Love is pure, and can make somebody feel whole, it’s a wonderful feeling. I never want that to be taken away from me, and you are the source of all my love. That’s why we need to be together, being only half a demon isn’t good for the soul.

We can do lots of fun things together as well, like go to the opera, or to musicals, or I can show you my shooting skills. My boss says that I have a pretty good shot, which is the biggest compliment he’s ever given me. And we can do things you like too, marriage is equal of course. Obviously, this will all happen later done the line, you’ll need time to adjust, and I understand that. I understand you.

I’m running out of room on my page, but I will write to you again tomorrow. Please respond? Just once, y/n? It’d be nice, to hold something from you since I can’t hold you yet.

All my love,

Your Moxxie <3

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Uh, hi?

Wait, you don’t put ‘uh’ in letters do you? Or put wait whilst you think, fuck shit fuck

Sorry, I’m new to this. Normally I just send a text to people but, your phone is off at the moment I think? Or you lost it? Or you blocked me?

Either way, I’ll send you these stupid letter things until it’s back on. So, uh, what are you up to? Blitz has been up my ass about meeting you, heads up, when I come get you and bring you to our room he’s gonna go all psycho dad mode and integrate you, but he’ll back off after a while. He’s a dick sure, but he does want me to be happy. And your, likeable or whatever, so i’m sure you’ll get along.

Once you get comfortable at home with me, Blitz said you could work with me at I.M.P. You’ll be like the co-secretary or something. You won’t be put in danger, I won’t let that happen, you’ll just get to sit with me. We can watch things together, if you wanted.

I guess i’ll see you soon, how do you end these?

See you,

Love from,

Regards?

Bye y/n,

Loona.

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My dearest y/n,

I hope this letter finds you well. I yearn for your presence here, besides me. It’s quite lonely without you, I will admit my dear. It would be oh so wonderful if you could write back. I understand you may be preoccupied with your current activities, but I can’t help myself from desiring a response. I know, it’s selfish of me to expect you to reply to my letters when you’ll be here with me shortly, but I can’t keep my thoughts at bay at the moment.

Your face is a constant in my mind, night and day, asleep and awake, your voice in my mind calms me when I need it most, your smile brightens the bleariest of moments and so on. You can imagine the difficulties I’m facing with no response from you, but that’s alright. If you can’t write back to me dear, I won’t pressure you. Your time is precious, and we will have all the time in hell quite soon. Isn’t that exciting?

I can give you the life you deserve n/n, any luxuries or mundanities you wish for will be handed to you on a silver platter. Or a golden one, if that’s more to your liking? We can properly discuss the specifics once we are together. How thrilling, the though of you and I together at last.

We truly are written in the stars!

Yours until the end of the sky and then some,

Stolas.

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Hey there baby,

It’s been a while, huh? I’m sorry if you feel neglected babe, it’s so hard keeping in contact with you when you’re so far away hun. Wouldn’t it be so much better if you were here with me? Sure I’ve got a lot of meetings, being a sin and all, but I’d be at your beck and call n/n, you could even be my new excuse to leave those awful “business” discussions. They barely talk business with me, it’s just complete bullshit babe.

I know the lust ring can be intimidating, we have quite the reputation, but I assure you, love is not a foreign concept to me. Romance is one of my most favourite things! Though that’s a secret, let’s keep that between us, yeah? That side of me is reserved for you n/n.

It’s so boring over here without you, I feel like i’m just lounging around and last time I checked, I was the lust sin, not the sloth sin. We’d have so much fun together babe! Can’t you picture it? Even if you can’t yet, I can wait. Having you near me will be enough, you are enough just as you are.

Sincerely yours,

Asmodeus (Ozzie) xoxo

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Heya cutie!

Letters are a lot harder to write than I thought they’d be y’know? I’ve rewritten this like 16 times already, sheesh. It just feels so awkward, I can’t see your reaction to my words which means I can’t fix any mistakes I’ve made :(. I’m sure I haven’t made any though! Right? This letters going really well so far and is definitely wooing you, right, y/n?

Hah, I’m asking questions as if you can reply right away. Silly old me, I don’t know what i’m worrying about! We’re meant to be together. I know it’s super sappy, but we’re like soulmates. Soulmates are bound to be together! That’s why I’m bringing you home soon, I can’t wait! I’ve got sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many awesome tricks to show you!

And, the best news, I quit my job!! ༘⋆-ˋˏ ༘⋆-ˋˏ This means, we will have a LOT more time with each other, and you don’t have to worry about Mammon being possessive over me, because fuck him! I’m my own clown! Or, well, your clown.

I can’t wait to see you! This is going to be great for us, I pinky promise :P

Love from,

Fizzarolli !!!! ༘⋆!!,-!ˋˏ!!!

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[channieismyboy]

can't hold back anymore

{sub!hyunjin x f!reader} - masterlist

genre: roomates to lovers and smut

warnings: slight mommy kink, hand job, caught masturbation (m), overstimulation

sypnosis: you catch your roommate jerking off to the thought of you, turns out he's just as smitten for you as you are for him. - 3.2k

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minors do not interact!! 18+

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you have been roommates with hyunjin for two years now. it hasn't been easy living with him. partly because he hardly cleans up after himself, and also because you've developed feelings for him over the past two years.

it started out as merely an innocent crush for the first few months. it's not hard to catch feelings for a guy like hyunjin. he's pleasing to the eyes, he has the sweetest personality, and not to mention he's remarkably respectful, which is uncommon for a guy. it's honestly one of the reasons you agreed to move in with him since his last roommate had left.

however, as time passes by, your pure feelings for hyunjin have turned slightly corrupt. in your defense, the man does walk around in your cramped apartment shirtless after a shower. his chest and arms are all shiny with residue water that hasn't dried yet. he also loves to let his hands linger onto your waist when he gives you a "friendly hug", which drives you almost insane.

yet, you know why he does those teasing actions. it's because he feels comfortable around you, and you're both good friends. 'friends' is the key word. hyunjin never shows any signs that he has interest in you. which you think is for the better, you shouldn't let your mind stray too much, he is your roommate after all.

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you wake-up to your obnoxious alarm in the morning, and start to get ready for work. tonight you have a longer shift, unlike other days. as you leave your room, and head to the shared bathroom, you see that the door is closed. hyunjin must be there. you knock slightly at the door. "come in" you hear hyunjin say.

you turn the cold doorknob, and enter into the steamy bathroom. you are greeted with a shirtless hunjin. a towel is wrapped around his slender waist. you mutter a small 'thank you' and start to wash your face, while hyunjin fixes his hair next to you.

hyunjin gives you a small glance then starts the conversation, "so, do you have work today?" you answer while rinsing your face. "yeah, i have a longer shift today too. oh, and i might go out with some of my friends so i'll probably be home late."

you reach a hand out for a towel. but you can't find it. then hyunjin reaches out to grab the towel, and hands it to you.

"here, you looked like you were struggling" hyunjin says while laughing a little. he looks so adorable while laughing, you love the way his eyes scrunch up. you take the towel from his hands, with a sight blush on your face. "thank you".

hyunjin scans your face, you can see his eyes staring into yours for a few seconds, then they head down to your neckline, soon meet your chest, and dart back up swiftly. he likes to sneak small glances at your body whenever you wear something slightly revealing, like the tank top and shorts you're currently dressed in. you don't mind, he hardly does it, but when he does, the look in his eyes makes you enjoy it. it makes you feel like he sees you as more than just a friend.

"so, you sure you won't be home till late, right?" he breaks the silence between you both. you nod at his question. "if you bring home any guys, just don't be too loud okay?" he says in a playful manner.

you answer his little joke, "very funny hyunjin. i won't, plus you know our rule, we're not allowed to bring people home." you and him created this rule when you had first moved in. you both thought it would be better like this since it would be more complicated otherwise. hyunjin has never brought a girl home, and from what you know of, he hasn't been with anyone for a while now. neither have you.

you wish hyunjin a goodbye and leave the apartment.

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it's almost eleven in the evening when you arrive home. you exit the car and say goodbye to your friends that decided to head out for the rest of the night. you settled not to go out after work, considering it drained the life out of you. taking your keys, you unlock the door to your shared apartment. you enter the place quietly, since you think hyunjin is sleeping as he hasn't answered any of your messages. tip-toeing to your room, you close your door and change into your pyjamas.

the walls in your cheap appartment are thin, so you can hear almost anything that goes on in every room. you hear a small clutter come from hyunjin's room. like something heavy had dropped. you also hear a small 'shit' he muttered under his breath.

you decide to go surprise your roommate and tell him that you stayed home, since you know he's awake. you don't think he heard you come in or he would have greeted you already. so, you're gonna sneak up on him. you exit your room and head across the hallway to hyunjin's room. the closer you get, the more you can hear what's going on. his door is somewhat cracked open just enough so you can get a glimpse of what he's doing. when you're right at the door, you hear him say your name out loud. his voice was low yet airy.

when you were about to go inside his room you hear it. it was loud and sensual. hyunjin moaned and kept repeating your name. you peek into the small crack at the door and see him on his bed, wet cock in hand. he's stroking it at a steady pace, his shirt is off and his pants are down on his hips.

you can't look away at the inviting sight, it pulled you in for more. you obviously caught your roommate whom you liked for the past two years jerking off in his room...to you.

all the blood in your body rushes up to your face, it feels hot to the touch. does this mean that hyunjin sees you the same way you see him? how is that possible?

you think back to tis morning, he asked you if you were going to be out late. he must have asked that so he can be sure you weren't going to hear this. he often asks that question to you. so he does this quite often then. that thought made you weak in the knees. you hear another moan. you feel like a bit of a perv watching hyunjin, but then again, he is thinking about you while jerking off.

knowing hyunjin jerks off to you, makes you confident and bold. you open the door with a creak, to reveal yourself. hyunjin darts out of his trance and stares at you. eyes blown out, face flushed, and cock twitching. he hastily tried to cover himself with a pillow. "w-what are you doing? you were supposed to be out with your friends." hyunjin stutters.

you ignore his question, and stare down at the provocative man who's trembling in embarrassment. his expression is priceless. hyunjin feels your gaze on him. he's never felt this intimidated before. it's as if the roles were reversed, and he's the vulnerable one. and its doing something stimulating to him.

"how cute. couldn't even keep yourself quiet while thinking about me?" your tone is daring.

hyunjin cannot make eye contact with you. his hands are still firmly gripping onto the pillow that's covering him.

"not gonna answer?" you ask. you then head to sit down at the corner of his bed. you continue, "fine then i'll ask a different question. how often do you do this?"

hyunjin realizes he has to say something. jerking off repeatedly while thinking of his beautiful roomate deserves some sort of explanation. even if he can't seem to say anything at your bold statements. he thought you would already be packing up your things and running out the door. however, the ambience you're giving off does not seem angered, rather, curious.

"please don't be mad. i just do this cause i think you're gorgeous," he says timidly, still not looking you in the eyes.

"still didn't answer my question, how many times have you done this?"

hyunjin says while looking at the pillow below him, "almost every time you're out late. i know you're mad at me, let me make it up to you."

there is it, the validation you needed to hear from your roommate. oh how you wanted to hear these words leave hyunjin's mouth. now it's time to push him further.

"oh baby, i'm not mad." you say with a smile on your face. hyunjin looks up at you. your joyful expression makes him feel much better. "now, remove the pillow," your voice changes to a more commanding manner.

hyunjin is stunned. he says the word 'what' in complete disbelief. you clarify, "you wanted to make it up to me, so remove it." you say, point blank.

he releases his grip from the pillow, and looks up at you one more time. once he sees that you're in fact not joking, he shakily uncovers himself before you. his hard cock fully displayed now.

now that you've gotten a closer look, it's safe to say that he has a pretty dick. it's nicely curved, with lots of veins, and his cute tip is leaking a little. you're surprised it hasn't gotten soft yet.

you smirk. you crawl to get closer to him. you notice his flushed face, he looks too cute, you think. hyunjin's back is on bedframe, so you get on your knees, and hover right above his cock. hyunjin is taking deep breaths, he dosen't know what you're planning on doing, but it's making more blood reach his acing dick.

he looks up at you innocently, his eyes are practically glistening. it almost makes you fold right there and then. however, you remain indifferent. "you always stare at my chest, why don't you pull down my top?"

hyunjin looks like a lost kitten. his hands don't move at your command. so you take his hand in yours, and lead it to your tank top strap, and slowly pull it down. you take his left hand and do the same thing. you let the garment fall down on your body. finally your breasts are exposed.

hyunjin's eyes dart to them immediately. his cock visibly twitches at the sight. for so long he's dreamed of seeing your exposed form, and finally he can see just how gorgeous you are. "fuck y/n, you're gorgeous," hyunjin states, not looking you in the face.

he raises his hand, and hovers it right above your right nipple. he's looking at you to make sure he has permission to touch you. you nod gently. that's all he needs to continue.

his fingers trace around your nipple, and his thumb plays with the bud gently. the sensation feels amazing, even if they're light touches. you enjoy his warm caresses, how he fondles them, and how every so often he brushes against your nipple. hyunjin handles you with such care. it's time for you to do the same.

his tender cock is just below you. so, you sneak your hand and hover it just above his shaft. you trace a finger from the base up. so slowly, yet with incredible pressure. hyunjin halts all movement. he stares at you in the eyes, with a contorted face. it's the first time you've touched him down there, and he never wants it to end.

a high pitched moan escaped his plump lips. you repeat your action, again and again. each time his reaction gets better. you're teasing him, and it's working. his hands land at your hips, and hold onto them. "this feels so good, please never stop," he says cutely.

"i don't plan on stopping."

you now grab his dick fully, and start to jerk it softly. you repeat this motion and watch hyunjin's face hungrily.

you pick up the pace quickly now. and when your hand reaches the tip, you use your thumb to swirl around it, making the man under you a complete mess. his begs for you to slow down don't stop you, in fact they add to your pace. hyunjin's moans turn into whimpers. he squirms under you, and bucks his hips upwards. you know he's eager to cum.

"p-please y/n, you're going too fast. can't keep up- ahhh," hyunjin's head jolts back at the feeling of your soft hands giving him too much stimulation. "sorry baby, but i won't stop anytime soon,"

as your pace gets faster and more aggressive, hyunjin's feels his high approaching quickly. all his senses are filled with you. your scent, your touch, your voice are giving him too much pleasure that he's going to cum.

"y/n i'm going to cum. please let me cum for you!" he says desperately.

"yes baby, be a good boy and cum for me."

drops of his cum splatter onto your hands. hyunjin's body convulses under you. a mix of whimpers and undetectable words leave his mouth as he finally feels his orgasm wash over him. hyunjin looks too adorable after cummed. his dazed out expression as he looks at you after is too much.

"t-thank you, mommy," hyunjin says.

you know he's a bit out of it, but the word mommy makes you smirk. "did you just call me mommy?" you say mocking teasingly him.

a once relaxed hyunjin is now panicked. his face clearly shows just how embarrassed he is. "n-no! i didn't mean mommy. i uh just said it cause-" you cut him off mid sentence.

"don't panic, i liked it. say it again for me."

he looks confused. nevertheless hyunjin does as told.

"that felt really good mommy..."

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Omg ahhh im back besties! I really needed to take a break from writing, and I hope you all understand. I won’t be posting too often here, and I may start to change some things about my blog. Nevertheless I wanted to post this because I've had this idea for so long and it took me a while to write it. You can say this is a present for you all for almost 900 followers! Thank you so much for all the support. And for my friends here. I know I haven't responded to you, but I really appreciate your worries! Please be safe!

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[m39]

Doom WADs’ Roulette (2008): Urban Brawl

Here I was, a stupid chubby bastard pretending to narrate like “Max Payne” in a world that looks like Frank Miller’s “Sin City”, sitting on my overpriced gamer chair, thinking if I need one or two playthroughs of “Urban Brawl” for my review...

...

That’s all of the narration you're gonna get.

G3: Action Doom 2: Urban Brawl

Main author(s): Stephen Browning (Scuba Steve)

Release date: September 8th, 2008 (original version/database upload)/September 8th, 2021 (Reloaded version)

Version(s) played: Remaster

Required port compatibility: (G)ZDoom

Levels: 10

Urban Brawl is a prequel to the 2004’s Action Doom, where instead of a first-person Contra homage, it’s a first-person Double Dragon homage. And if you read the intro... Yes... It’s going to be another one of those unorthodox reviews I made... without any screenshots.

scare chord

Changing the subject, let’s talk about this WAD.

The making of Urban Brawl began months after the release of its predecessor. However, instead of taking a route of Action Doom with promotional stuff, contest events, etc. it was created under the nose of the Doom community, and revealed the same day it was released. It can be downloaded like any other WAD (although this is more like a ZDoom-based game than a typical Doom WAD), but in the past, you could buy the special edition for 10 bucks until May 20th, 2010. Aside from having a CD case, the special edition also included the survival mode (with zombies FYI).

The plot of this game (mostly written by Darknation and voice acted by Mike Lightner in cutscenes) takes place a decade before the events of the original Action Doom. You are still playing as the same guy but as a drunk, single father ex-cop (who has PTSD due to an event that he describes as Saigon). One day you return to your home to find out that your child has been kidnapped. I don’t think I have to explain to you what happens next.

Now, before we start, let me tell you that I thought I would play the original version from 2008 since I downloaded the game from the archives thinking it was that version. Turns out it’s a remaster from 2021 which is more compatible with modern source ports and PCs, adds additional moves, and tweaks the visuals among other things.

So, fuck it; sticking with this version; I’m not interested in scouring the Internet for the original version of this game. And besides that, I can immediately scratch remaster from my bonus WADs list.

Now, without wasting any more time, let’s find out if this game is better than its predecessor.

Urban Brawl has a completely different style compared to Action Doom. Gone are the Doom sprites sprinkled with some Contra-looking stuff in between; now everything looks like a comic book. Not gonna lie, I kind of like the direction this game went to. It’s pretty colorful without counting the cutscenes (which are black and white), and most of the sprites look distinct for the lack of better words.

Music was also rather enjoyable to listen to. It was created by Ralph Vickers (Ralphis) who would later co-create Double Impact in 2011. My favorite track might be Pump’d from MAP04.

As I mentioned earlier, this game is more or less an homage to beat 'em-up games. You go around beating people up until you are allowed to go further. No switch hunting, no finding keys, no shitty hitscanners; you just ravage the leaving shit out of your neighborhood to find your kidnapped child. You don’t really need anything deeper than that.

...

Okay, there is some deepness to this game.

In the case of more noticeable additions to this game, there are multiple endings. It mostly comes down to what will you do after defeating the first boss, but there are other factors as well.

No-context spoiler for the good ending ==> wreck the car.

There is also a score system that feels pretty useless aside from the casino section in the main bad guy’s skyscraper where you can use the points on slot machines.

Now this might be a small problem, but I wish the subtitles in cutscenes could be synchronized better with spoken dialogue.

Now changing the subject, Urban Brawl can be kind of challenging on the normal skill level, especially at the beginning when you don’t exactly know what to do and how to utilize your attacks but after a while, you will be uppercutting fools who will go right unto your fist; but that ain’t mean the game will suddenly become easy, okay?

Your fighting skills include regular and strong punches, the aforementioned uppercut (dual pressing alt fire), grabbing and throwing the enemies, and ground pound that takes part of your health, along with being able to carry one melee, ranged, and special weapon.

When it comes to enemies, the roster includes a huge amount of baldies, black guys with shivs (yellow ones can throw it), fatasses, prostitute-looking twats, guards in suits (most of them have a gun), and, people’s favorites, Goth babes (chuckling).

And as for the weapon roster, when it comes to more unique stuff, there is a bottle of whiskey that functions as a liquid armor before using it or someone’s head, and we even have a taser that stunlocks probably almost every enemy that is mid-tier at most. Also, the melee weapons have limited durability, so try saving these for tougher bastards.

Fellas, I’m going to be honest with you – while Urban Brawl isn’t entirely my cup of tea because it’s kind of awkward to fight in it, I think it might be better than Action Doom, both as a standalone game and as a successor to it. I might give it another shot in the future. After all, it’s just a blind playthrough. I will probably find it better next time.

And as for the next WAD to check out, it’s Eternal Doom Fo-

...

E-Eternal Do-

...

Eternal...

Eternal...

Eternal...

The truth was a burning green crack through my brain. Memories of beautiful locations ruined by the switch-hunting puzzles only the biggest 90s adventure games nutjob would’ve come out with. Demons teleporting behind you after they spot you making you waste your precious ammunition. Questioning why many people enjoy this MegaWAD despite how terrible its cons are. I was about to play the sequel to “Eternal Doom” from 1997. Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of.

[buckybleu]

❅ buns & mistletoe ❅

pairing: beefy!lumberjack!Shang-Chi x fem!reader

summary: The town of Lyon is small and quaint, surrounded by the freshest evergreens. It holds everything and anything you might need, especially if you're looking for a cute baker.

warnings: pet names (bunny, sweet girl), beefy lumberjack Shangqi (yes this man is a warning), cheesy puns

A/N: Sorry it's been nearly a month(?) since my last upload! Life has been throwing me some curve balls left & right. I might write a few fics/Drabble around this au! There will be new fics and updates on previous works, coming soon! Thanks for reading, happy December! ☃️

reblogs/like/comments are greatly appreciated! ❤️

word count: 4.0k

Lyon is small and quaint. A town surrounded by the freshest Evergreens, coated with white powder snow. Glowing windows decorate the cabin homes, which illuminate warmth. Chimney smoke billows into the air. The dim street lights cast blurry shadows as flurries of snowflakes cascade from the sky. Your floppy wool hat and tightly wrapped scarf shield you from the light frosty winds as you shuffle down the empty sidewalk. Stuffing your gloved hands into the pockets of your coat, you curl your head into your chest as you continue the short walk.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

The sound of your winter boots against the snow packed pavement brings you some peace in the eerily pitched morning. There is nothing more that you want than to return home and be wrapped in the warmth of your blankets. Alas, you knew if you weren’t in the bakery soon, none of the dough would be kneaded. Which meant no freshly baked loaves of bread and there would no doubt be an upset Mrs. Chen knocking on your shop’s window.

The jingle of your keys echo through the darkness as the warmth of the bakery envelops you. Your cheeks melt, sniffling nose seizes. The cool fluorescent lights slightly blind you as they flicker on. You quickly discard your hat and gloves, hanging your coat and scarf on the hook. Weaving through the kitchen, you quickly scan the list of today’s breads, hauling all the ingredients and cookware onto the counter. 4:30 AM, the clock glares. Rubbing the last bit of sleep out your eyes, you tightly tie the apron around your waist, hair pulled into a messy bun, ready for a morning of baking.

“Alright, let’s start rolling” you huff.

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There is something relaxing and peaceful about baking. It pulls you from reality, allowing you to succumb to the heat radiating from the ovens as soft flour sifts between your fingers. Kneading the dough as if you were kneading the tension from your shoulders. The low humming of mixers provide a comforting white noise as your team slowly trickles in, giving a small smile as they clock in for the day. You place the final sheet pan of loaves to rise on the rack. Wiping your flour covered hands on your apron, you turn to check the time left on the oven.

“Boss! These good to go out front?” Peter, one of the sous bakers, calls out.

“Yea, take that and the three other racks next to it out.” Your brows furrow together in confusion. “Wait, where’s Ruihua? You’re supposed to be working on the ciabatta, not stocking loaves!” Peter shrugs as he and Kate push the racks through the double doors.

Not a moment later, a disheveled Ruihua rushes through the back door, dodging past other bakers at their stations. You huff in annoyance, eyes sending him icy glares. Ruihua sheepishly smiles as he buttons his white coat.

You hold up your hand, halting the words from spilling out his mouth. “We'll talk about this later, go help Peter and Kate stock out front.” Ruihua mumbles a quick ‘yes boss’ before he scurries out front. As much as you adore Katy’s brother, you ran a tight bakery and team, all hands were needed on deck, especially this time of year. You weren’t able to catch a breath when the oven timer chimes, alerting you the sweet buns are finished. The sweet, buttery aroma wafts through the kitchen as heat of the oven kisses your cheeks as you pull them out.

“Behind you! Hot buns!” You gracefully slink behind your team, placing the trays on the rack to cool. Just two more trays of cinnamon raisin bread needed to be baked before the morning rush began. You delicately brush brown butter across the raised loaf, taking in the honeyed cinnamon and brown sugar scent. Satisfied with your precious babies, you slip the trays into the squelching hot oven, not noticing a figure behind you.

“Shit! Katy, don’t scare me like that.” Your oven mitt hands rest over your rapidly beating heart. “Today’s your day off, what are you doing here?”

“Well lovely to see you too” Katy jokingly scoffs. “And can’t I just come see my favorite baker in town. What’s the harm in that?” Her eyes avert around the kitchen until they land on a specific tray.

You raise your brow with a knowing smirk. “Mhm and you eyeing those hot sticky buns aren’t the reason you’re here right? Just came to say ‘hi’ to me?”

“No, absolutely not. Here for my favorite baker!” Katy’s eyes return to your gaze, a big smile across her face.

There’s a pregnant pause as you and Katy continue your stare-off. Katy’s semblance slowly breaks as her eyes shift back to the tray of goodness beside her. You’re surprised she’s lasted this long; usually her guise would be broken from just your raised brow.

Katy raises her hands in surrender, immediately going after the tray of sticky buns. “Okay fine! Xialing told me you might be making your world famous sticky buns. And you know me, I can’t help it. They're so soft and gooey, and oh so delicious. And they need to be in Mama’s tummy right-”

You wholesomely laugh at your friend's confession, “Katy, I’m messing with you. Your girlfriend put in a special order.” You pull a bow wrapped box from under the counter, pushing it towards Katy. “A dozen hot sticky buns with extra candied pecans.”

“You’re an angel. God I don’t understand how a certain lumberjack hasn’t asked you to butter his buns yet.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. You knew who exactly she was referring to. Ever since you moved into town and opened the shop, a certain lumberman has frequented the west side of town more often. There’s no denying the physical attraction you held for Shang-Chi; a 6’3 man wearing a plaid button up where the buttons nearly pop off, warm arms that you’d wish wrap around your figure, and fluffy hair that was often adorned with wood chippings. His thick, muscular thighs strain under his jeans, but his lap is the seat you’d prefer over any chair. He’s grown a bit of a tummy from all the sweets he’s bought, but you weren’t complaining about the extra cushion..

“I don’t have time to ‘butter’ anyone’s buns Katy. I’m too busy with-”

“Yea, yea. Bakery. Sticky buns. And all the jolly joys of your life.”

“Go home and get those to Xialing. I’m sure she’s waiting for those sticky buns and your help putting up those Christmas decorations.”

Katy wraps her scarf around her neck, chills running down her spine when you mention decorations. “We did all that after Halloween. And now she’s dragging me down to the Christmas tree farm, it’s only the 1st of December! The things you do for love.”

You walk Katy out to the front of the shop, giving her a tight squeeze, “She’s just excited. Now go, if you stay any longer, I’m going to receive an angry phone call from her, asking where you and her sticky buns are.”

Sending Katy off with a final goodbye, you do one final inspection of shelves and display cases. The fairy lights twinkle as hues of orange and yellow shine through the bay windows. Paper snowflakes cascade from the ceiling as garland wraps alongs the shelves. You adjust a balsam and holly wreath on the door, humming to the faint holiday music playing. Pleased with your bakery, you flip the sign to open, spotting a few regulars and a giddy Mrs. Chen.

“Shop’s open! It’s all or muffin from here guys!” You chuckle as you earn some cheers from your staff and a boo from Peter for your lame joke.

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Word spreads quickly of your world famous hot sticky buns, and that’s no thanks to Katy and Xialing. It spread so far that you received a phone call from Tony down at the lumberyard, letting you know that the guys would be down at your bakery this afternoon. No “hey, how are you?”, but a “Be ready at 4pm, I’m bringing some hungry lumber men and women for some sticky buns.”

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to serve the town’s lumberyard, it happened quite often. Most days Clint or Bruce would swing by before closing to pick up a few dozen almond Danishes or loaves of bread for supper. But the entire town’s lodging company crammed into your kitchen for some sticky buns? Now that was going to be a sight to see.

There was no way you were going to make enough sticky buns by yourself. Luckily, you were able to convince Katy to come back down to the bakery, promising her another dozen.

“Remind me again why you agreed to make five dozen sticky buns?” Katy sprinkles the last tray with candied pecans before handing them over to you. “Was it because you knew a certain someone would come here?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“I didn’t get a say. Tony called and said they would be here in a few hours and hung up.” You grab the tray from Katy and slide it onto the oven rack, closing the oven door. “Plus I think it would be nice to catch up with everyone. I haven’t seen them since the Fall Festival.”

Katy gives you a knowing look, continuing to pester you, “Right and there isn’t a special someone you want to see? Like someone who’s related to my girlfriend?”

“Nope.” You emphasize your answer with a pop as you busy yourself with cleaning. “Can you set out the plates and utensils on the counter for me?” You try to distract Katy with tasks, delaying the impending questions that are on the tip of her tongue.

“I will...after you put on your big pants and admit your little crush on Shang-Chi.”

“Who?” You giggle at Katy’s exasperated expression. “Plates and utensils Katy, we got hungry men and women coming-”

Your sentence is cut short when the back door bursts open. A cacophony of voices and plaid shirts shuffle into your kitchen. Tony waves to you as men haul themselves towards the counters of baked goods. It is a sight to see; grown men and women shoving each other like children, fighting over who gets the bigger piece. Sam and Bucky fight over who gets the corner piece. Steve narrowly escapes their shoving, saving his mug of coffee. Across the room, Peter seems to be in deep conversation with Tony, something about high tech ovens or saws. Natasha and Clint listen to Wong enthusiastically talk about his newly installed karaoke machine at home.

With plates filled to the brim, mugs topped off with coffee, and happy company, you can finally relax. There’s nothing more rewarding than to see smiling faces and filled stomachs. Making your rounds, you share a few jokes and catch up with your friends. But as you greet everyone, you couldn’t help but search out for a familiar pair of honeyed eyes. A warm, smooth voice pulls you from the search, his cedarwood cologne invades your senses.

“Hey Bunny.” Bunny. Your knees nearly buckle at the pet name. Shang-Chi’s chest presses against your back, lips near your ear, “Looking for someone?”. The heat from his left hand radiates onto your waist as he holds you. Shang-Chi’s right arm extends from behind, holding a cup of hot chocolate in his massive hand. The veins on his arm strain against his skin, freckles aligning like constellations. You don’t know how long you’re staring until Shang-Chi moves in front of you, a warm hand cupping your face

“Bunny, you okay? Do you want to sit?” Shang-Chi’s comforting voice makes your stomach flutter, not used to having someone be so tender.

“Sorry.” You clear your throat, slowly pulling out of his trance “Yea, I’m good. Just uhm, thinking.” Only if the man knew how easily you were in his hands, you think. But he definitely knew.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Shang-Chi raises his mug to his mouth, lips blowing the hot steam. You nod your head unconsciously, not answering his question. You’re too focused on his pink lips and the way they slot onto the rim of the mug. Shang-Chi smirks at where your gaze is at, his confidence soaring. He knows he has you, but just not quite enough to his liking. “Bunny?”

“Huh? Oh! Christmas decorations and a tree.” Katy and Xialing eavesdrop as they take a seat nearby, giggling at your flustered state. Shang-Chi tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, amber eyes encouraging you to continue. “I still need to decorate the bakery and put up a tree.” You gesture towards the barren walls, only a few strands of garland hanging. It’s impossible to focus on the conversation as you’re constantly reverting your eyes back to his lips.

There’s a glimmer in Shang-Chi’s eyes, something in them dancing with joy. “I can help! I-I mean, if you want. I have some time off this weekend. I got a few boxes of baubles and bits that need a home.” Shang-Chi tries to hide the excitement in his voice, but you love it. “And I have this snowman inflatable that you could put outside the bakery…”

The sight in front of you was a rarity. A hulking lumberjack jumping on the balls of his feet, wanting nothing more than help decorate. His muscular arms tenses underneath his white long sleeves, buttons on his burgundy shirt nearly popping off. Too busy admiring Shang-Chi’s physique, someone from behind accidentally pushes you into him. The mug slips out of Shang-Chi’s hand and shatters at your feet. His burly arms catch your fall, your face now pressed against his chest.

“You okay?” Shang-Chi inspects your face, arms still wrapped around you. You relish a little longer in his warmth until you realize how many eyes are on both of you.

“I’m fine, just a bit of coffee. It’ll wash out.” Yea, this is not going to come off so easily. And on your favorite blouse too? “I’ll be right back, I think there’s a shirt in my office somewhere.” You let everyone know you’re okay, forgiving an apologetic Bruce as he promises to clean this up for you.

It wasn’t until you walked into your office you noticed how sheer your blouse was. The cold coffee stained fabric clings to your chest, showing off the lacy black bra underneath. Fuck me. You shuffle through your bag hoping to find the t-shirt you’ve thrown in case of emergencies. The office is nearly flipped upside down until you find a sweater lodge behind a cushion on your small loveseat.

The one thing you weren’t expecting was having difficulty with pulling it down your body. You raise your arms above your head, jumping up and down as if it would help. It didn’t. One of your arms smacks a standing lamp over, another knocks off a picture frame on the wall. As if things could’ve gone worse, you bang your knee against the desk and topple onto your chair, arms still raised.

You stabilize your breathing and figure out a better plan to either pull down or pull off this stupid sweater. The sound of laughter roars in the kitchen. It's surprising no one has come to check out the noise. Even more surprised that neither Xialing or Katy have come sticking their nose into your office. Drawing one last breath, you furiously jump up and down in a last attempt to make it work.

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Shang-Chi ears perk up at any sound, hoping that it’s you passing through those double doors. He didn’t want to worry, but he was worried. It shouldn’t take you more than five minutes to change out of your shirt right? No, no, maybe you went to soak your blouse. Shang-Chi tries to distract himself by talking to Katy and his sister, eyes continually returning to the doors.

��Earth to Shang-Chi?” Xialing waves her hand in front of his face. “You alright?”

“Huh? Oh uhm yea.” He nervously chuckles, hoping Xialing and Katy don’t question it.

“No you’re not. You’ve been staring at those doors for god knows how long. I’m surprised you haven’t burned holes through them.” Katy walks towards the door, peeking through the little window. The light glows from under your office door. “Oh I see, you’re missing your girlfriend.”

“Not my girlfriend” he scoffs. A loud clatter comes from your office, then a sound of glass breaking. “Did you guys hear that?” Shang-Chi shuffles out of his seat and darts through the doors.

“Bunny?” Shang-Chi hears a string of curses, before another loud thud comes from the door. He barrels through your office door, the hinges nearly coming off. “Bunny, are you okay? What’s go-” His words die on his tongue, eyes bulging. You’re on the floor with your sweater halfway off, lace black bra on full display. Heat rises to Shang-Chi’s cheeks, his eyes still lingering on your chest.

“A little help please?” You flail your sore arms. Shang-Chi rushes over to you, lifting you off the floor. His warm touch sears into your skin, not wanting his hands to leave your body. “Can you pull the sweater off of me, my arms are dying.” Your eyes adjust to the sudden brightness as relief fills your chest.

Uh oh. Your chest…

You’re nearly topless, only a see-through lace bra covering you. Shang-Chi notices the panic in your eyes and immediately hands back your sweater. He stares at his feet, “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. I-I uhm, you great. Not that you only look good without a shirt. Y-You’re pretty with clothes too. Uhm, should I leave?”

“No, no! You’re okay” Well this was one way for him to see you. You glance around your office trying to find anything to wear. You rummage through the small coat closet, coming up empty handed. “Dammit I can’t find another shirt.”

“Here, you can take my shirt.” Before you can protest, Shang-Chi unbuttons his shirt and pulls the white long sleeve off his back. Your mouth waters at the sight of his toned back, eyes lingering on the inked compass in the center. He turns around to hand you his shirt, but you’re too focused on the happy trail that travels from his navel, down past the waistband of his jeans.

“T-Thanks, you didn-”

The office door swings open. “Hey are you guys alri-” Katy stops mid question, her eyes bouncing from you to Shang-Chi. “Were you guys...am I interrupting something?” Her amused grin

“No, she needed my shirt and I gave her-!”

“My arms got stuck, Shang-Chi had to pull-!”

You can tell by her amused grin you’re not going to hear the end of this. “No, no. Please don’t stop whatever this is,” Katy gestures between you and Shang-Chi, “I’ll let you two have some alone time.”

You can barely get a word in before Katy slams shut the door, most likely reporting to Xialing what she saw.

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A couple days have passed since the fiasco in your office. You wanted nothing more than the floor to swallow you from underneath. Katy and Xialing berated you with questions about why you and Shang-Chi were half naked.

“Are you guys secretly dating?”

“Were you trying to get it on while a crowd of people were in the other room?”

“When’s the wedding? Actually forget the wedding, are you guys making us aunties?”

The questions never stopped until you threatened to take away all access to baked goods.

Luckily the shop was only open for half the day. Which meant you could finally get around to decorating the bakery. You sent everyone home early to enjoy the Christmas Festival and the town center’s annual Christmas tree lighting. You’d love to be sipping on hot cider and admiring the lights, but this would be the only time you’d have to decorate before it got crazy.

Wanda was kind enough to donate some decorations she had leftover from her class. The box is filled with stringed popcorn, tinsel of every color, candy cane lights, snowman figurines, and so much more. On top of all of that, Shang-Chi had dropped off 3 large boxes of holiday knick knacks and trinkets. Your bakery looked like Santa’s workshop exploded here. God this was going to be a pain in ass to take down. Christmas music dances through the store as you dive head first into the mountains of decorations.

After 4 ½ hours of being caught in tinsel, nearly electrocuting yourself, and two cups of hot chocolate later, the bakery is transformed into a magical winter wonderland. The ruby and emerald ornaments glimmer against the twinkling lights. Clouds of cotton line the window stills where snowman figurines wave and greet passersby. The scent of snowy pinewood and cinnamon drifts in the air. And in the corner of your bakery, an inflatable Rudolph buzzes back and forth, it’s nose flashing red.

You lay the final touches of silver and gold tinsel along the display cases, a final bow placed on the register. The only thing left to hang was the mistletoe and what better place than right under the entry door of the shop. The ladder slightly wobbles as you step on and string mistletoe on the hook. Pleased with the placement, carefully you scale down when your foot misplaces. You brace yourself for impact, when nothing hits.

“You gotta be more careful Bunny. Can’t have you falling for me just yet.” Shang-Chi winks as he cradles your body close, faces only inches from each other.

“T-Thank you. What are you doing here by the way? The tree lighting is in ten minutes.” From the window you can see the giant Christmas tree, people bundled up and ready.

He shrugs, “Everyone but you is there and Katy said you’d be here. Thought I’d persuade you out for some fun.” His eyes shift around your bakery, a smile brewing when he spots the inflatable. “I love what…”

You don’t pay attention to anything else that comes out his mouth, too focus on the heat radiating from him. Relishing further into his chest, your eyes slowly start to flutter close. The combination of his warmth, hot drink from earlier, and ache in your bones, makes you want to sleep the rest of winter away.

“Hey pretty girl, you still with me?” Shang-Chi’s fingers graze your cheeks, a loving smile on his face.

He looks angelic with the light radiating behind his head.

“Mhm.” You stand a little straighter, arms still wrapped around one another. “If we leave now, we might be able to catch the tree lighting.” You try to untangle yourself from Shang-Chi, but his arms keep you close.

Shang-Chi doesn’t know where the sudden surge in his confidence comes from, but it’s now or never. He may not ever have an opportunity like this again; no distractions; no interruptions.

“I think you’re forgetting something.” Shang-Chi glances up at the mistletoe hanging above you two. “It's a holiday tradition, refusing it would bring bad luck.”

As cheesy as it is, you can’t help but giggle at the old tradition. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to you, noses nudging. “Well who am I to break tradition?”

His lips brush against yours, delicately. It lingers enough for him to feel the warmth of your skin, and to inhale your scent. The moment is eternal, there’s no rush. Just you and Shang-Chi under the mistletoe. He kisses you softly at first. Then a sensual, hasty gradation of intensity that has you clinging to him, dizzy almost. Sensations you had never known were capable of feeling now rush through your body like ecstasy. Shang-Chi pulls away first, eyes locked onto another, both breathing deeply.

“I know Christmas only comes once a year, but...” The way you gaze at him makes him weak. He’s not sure how he’s not short circuiting or choking on his words. “The love I have for you comes only once in a lifetime.”

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*all mistakes and errors are mine!

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no quirks bkdk fic rec list (p 2)

thirsty gay wingman fic by lalazee

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Oct 11, 2019 "Thinkin abt besties-since-birth BkDk goin to college together, Dk begrudgingly bein Bkg's wingman w/chicks & lamenting his big gay crush. One nite, Bkg cant get laid, hes drunk in a shitty mood, so Dk propositions him, which turns into the best night ever & the WORST consequences."

My tweet got 366 likes & 66 reblogs, so that was more than enough reason to write about it.

romeo and romeo by supercrunch

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There’s a nasally howl from the neighbour’s place. Izuku looks up – it’s the very loud, very blond guy living in the unit opposite. They’re technically in separate blocks but their balconies are close enough they can see into each other’s living rooms. He’s dancing around in his pyjamas. Yodelling at the top of his lungs off-key, swinging his Pomeranian around by the armpits like a furry ragdoll. “You’re a dog! You’re a fluffy little yellow dog and you’re a pain in the ass but you’re still my favourite shit-stain, yeah!”

Izuku bursts out laughing. The neighbour’s head whips around. He yelps when he sees him, tossing the dog on the couch and scrambling out of view to hide in the hall.

Izuku drops the watering can and runs back inside to find his phone.Small Might: Guys. I've decided i have a crush on my neighbour.

(quarantine baking: a balcony romance)

mechanical bull by warschach

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Katsuki has a track record of bad choices, it's a condition, but Izuku might be the one choice that's right.

battle of the bands by roadtripwithlucifer

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'The rules are simple. Battle of the Bands. Local bands send in a single track to the radio station, and ten tracks are selected. Over the coming month, the songs play on the station and listeners vote on the top five. The top 5 play a live concert as part of a music festival, then the top 3 at a larger, indoor venue. The top two have the honor of opening on the first stop of All Might’s retirement tour – here. In Izuku’s home town. And finally, the winner gets the ultimate prize. Getting to spend the rest of the tour, forty cities, across the country as All Might’s opener. Three months. Same tour bus. Shoulder to shoulder with the greatest musicians the world has ever known.'Izuku Midoriya is a broke college student presented with the opportunity of a lifetime. But winning isn't gonna be easy, especially when one band's aggressive blonde frontman seems to be dead-set on making Izuku's life a living hell.

oh my god! they were roomates! by phatye

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“Don’t go through my shit, and if there’s a tie on the door, then fuck off!” Katsuki growled. “...what?” he asked. Katsuki glared at him. “This is fucking college, and I plan on getting laid a lot! I don’t need some nerd cockblocking me! And what is with all the fucking toys here!” Katsuki had moved over to his shelves. “Are you a fucking child or something?!” This was not what he was expecting.

shades of blue by young_crone

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Echoes filtered down the white hall as he descended the stairs toward the locker rooms, reverberating from the pool. A whistle, the sound of breaking water. He swiped the towel over his face, paused. The sliver of cerulean catching the sinking sun pouring through the skylights, the red and white lane buoys, the burn of chlorine.Izuku ran a hand through his curls, snagging on a knot. The clock on the wall reminded him how late it was. A minute wouldn't hurt. He worried his lip. Just a glimpse.

k-9 by warschach

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Izuku takes in a stray on one rainy night, except it's not a dog, it's a dog shifter who goes by the name, Katsuki. After the initial wave of panic and embarrassment, Izuku thinks his new pet/roommate is pretty cute.

sucker punch by warschach

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But, whatever, Disney Boy over there was—

Prettying up real damn good that Katsuki got kind of distracted—totally understandable, like god those CGI pine eyes—and didn’t see the straight path he made for the metal trash bin in the center of the area until he was tipping forward and waist deep in discarded bottles, plates, balled up tissues sticky with he prayed was chocolate ice cream and nacho cheese.

Mina howled behind the gate. “Look, Katsuki returned to his home.”

(or Katsuki works security at Six Flags and moonlights as a derby dude and continuously looks uncool around Izuku)

may I take your order, dipshit? by supercrunch

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So, like, maybe Bakugou wasn’t really the best choice for this whole pizza delivery shindig.

(Midoriya in love, Bakugou in denial, and way, way too much cheese.

A BakuDeku romance in thirty minutes or less. )

raise me so high (your sins become my pedestal) by stardust_painter

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After his boyfriend cheats on him, Izuku wants to do something stupid. The question is how stupid does he want to be.

The answer is very stupid apparently.

eye for an eye or whatever by tobiyos

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“I’ll make it up to you!” Izuku says brightly, lifting his head from Katsuki’s lap.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow but he isn’t still pushing Izuku away so. Progress. “Fuck are you gonna do to make it up to me?”

“Hmm…” Izuku says quietly, tapping at his chin. “Oh! You’re still a virgin, right?”

Katsuki chokes on his own spit and promptly renews his efforts of pushing Izuku away by the forehead. “Fuck off,” he wheezes, “get out of my room.”

leap of faith by ladyofsnails

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Midoriya Izuku is just a random kid who loves art, analyzes everything, and is obsessed with the (in)famous hero Mighty Spider. He's got a loving mother, a great uncle, and maybe not too many friends that aren't those two but he's working on it.

And then a random cute boy shows up at his school, a spider bites him, he meets his hero under the worst possible conditions, and it all goes to hell. Now he's got villains on his tail, a promise to keep to a dead guy, and a washed-up hobo as his mentor.

Here goes nothing.

green is the warmest color by gloriousporpoise

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“Woah, someone call the fire department,” Eijirou says, elbowing Katsuki squarely in the ribs. “That guy is smokin.’”

“I literally hate you.”

Here’s the thing, though. Eijirou’s a certified dumbass, but his current observation isn’t even a little bit wrong, much to Katsuki’s displeasure.

“Think you can get his number?”

Or, Bakugou is a painter without a muse.

you and i collide by ethereals

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And not that Bakugou’s the type to sexualize a potentially dead body; especially one that he just accidentally murdered, but the man has some pretty solid DSL’s. He would hit it, with more than just his car.

OR

in which rich fratboy! bakugou is a badass who accidentally hits poor med student!izuku with his car and chaos ensues therefore.

97.6 FM by jamjars

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Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Or Radio Host! Baugou x Listener! Midoriya

give me that sweet love by xsxuxgxax

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Things Katsuki needs to excel at: be hot, be clever and pretend to be nice, let Izuku kiss him publicly, let Izuku fuck him privately…

(sugar baby katsuki and sugar daddy izuku pretty much)

dance with me by astralchaos

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Mina pulled up a video of a young man, seemingly teen, dancing to a popular new hit, and Izuku felt his heart drop to his stomach. His skin prickled and felt clammy as he started sweating nervously, not daring to move or make a noise. His eyes were glued to the screen but he didn’t see anything – his brain was too busy going into overdrive and freaking out.

Because Mina was showing him a video of himself. The one he uploaded last night.

How on Earth did she find this? He had barely a few thousand views, he wasn’t popular, and it’s not like he was even any good, especially compared to her or Kacchan–

“That move was sexy as hell,” Kacchan said, and that was when Izuku realized that his childhood friend – his longtime crush – also leaned in to watch the video Mina was showing him.

puppies puppies by Esselle

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"So after doing all that," Katsuki says, "you're just going to settle here? Tatting up wannabe bad boys?"

"You think all guys who have a lot of tattoos are wannabes?" Midoriya asks, so smoothly that it throws Katsuki.

"Wh—no, I mean—maybe!" Katsuki says. "You'd know best, wouldn't you? Are you a bad boy?"

The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes it, and he regrets them immediately. There's a figurative list of things that one should never do, and probably high up on it is asking dark-haired sailors with ocean green eyes and black swirls of ink all across their barely concealed muscles if they are bad boys.

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Katsuki thinks he has everything he needs in life: a successful pet shop, an occasionally reliable assistant, and the unconditional love of the twenty puppies he’s raising for adoption. But when the tattoo parlor next door hires Midoriya Izuku, a hot sailor with an affinity for dogs, it makes Katsuki wonder if he might need something more.

Like… a piece of that ass. Maybe. He’s figuring it the hell out as he goes.

im gonna make a part 3 later ergaegrggjnjuvuh

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

Chaconne: Part 2 (Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader)

Summary: After auditioning for who is often considered to be the world’s scariest conductor, you begin working for Agatha Harkness and the Manhattan Symphony Orchestra. 

Word Count: 4.9K

Link: Dvorak’s New World Symphony: Movement 4 (Performed by the Vienna Philharmonic)

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGdtkUiKaA8

A/N: Hi everyone! I’m back with part two of Chaconne. I’ve included another link to the fourth movement of Dvorak in case anyone would like to listen, (it’s one of my favorite recordings and I definitely recommend it) but if classical music isn’t your jam I understand. Also, I would like to warn this is going to be major slow burn, but I promise there is a light at the end of the tunnel...eventually. Part 3 should be uploaded in a few days! I hope all of you enjoy it, and as always please feel free to leave a comment :) Oh! Also I think I’m going to make a taglist for this story, so if you would like to be added just comment or send me a message.

A week later marked the first symphony rehearsal of the season. You had barely seen Agatha all day. The woman was running from meeting to meeting with investors and the board so she had given you small tasks to complete in her absence. You were busy rearranging the small personal music library she kept in her office when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” You called out as you began sorting through the Baroque Era.

The door opened a moment later and you were glancing at a few different scores when you heard someone clear their throat. Looking up, you saw Wanda Maximoff standing in the doorway.

“Well hello there,” Wanda drawled out, clearly looking surprised. It took you a second to wonder why until you realized you were in Agatha’s office. “You’re not Agatha.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “No...um, no I’m not. I’m Agatha’s new assistant, Y/N.”

Wanda gave you a curious glance. “Her assistant,” she mused, taking a step further into the office. “Does she treat you well?”

You shrugged. “She feeds me a few times a day, buys me coffee. It could be a lot worse.”

Wanda chuckled. “Well it is very nice to meet you. I’m Wanda Maximoff.”

“I know who you are,” You blurted out before realizing how creepy that may have sounded. Glancing at Wanda, you were relieved that she seemed more amused than anything else. “I mean, it’s such a pleasure to meet you, Miss Maximoff. I’m a huge fan of yours.”

“Call me Wanda,” The pianist insisted. “You’re sweet. I’m surprised Agatha hasn’t had you running for the hills.”

You felt strangely defensive over the criticism regarding Agatha. “She really isn’t bad. I’m learning so much from her.”

Wanda looked surprised but smiled nonetheless. “You’re a very sweet girl, aren’t you? Do you know when Agatha will be back?”

“Um...” You trailed off and tried to remember when Agatha said she would be done. “It might be a while.”

“I don’t mind waiting,” Wanda said confidently, taking a seat in a leather chair. “I can keep you company.”

So you spent the next half hour sorting through music. At some point Wanda had offered to assist you, and although you assured her you were fine, she insisted. Which is how you found yourself discussing your favorite eras of music with one of your favorite musicians.

“Well isn’t this cozy,” Agatha’s voice rang out from the doorway causing you to jump.

The conductor had a scowl on her face and you could practically see the anger seething out of her. Wanda, on the other hand, smiled brightly at Agatha. “Agatha, so lovely to see you again. I was just getting to know your assistant. She’s a delight.”

Agatha glared at the woman, before giving you a quick once over. “Of course she is. What are you doing in my office, Maximoff? We aren’t rehearsing with you until next week.”

Wanda shrugged, not phased by the other woman’s attitude. “I thought I would stop by to catch up. It’s been a while since we’ve worked together.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at that. When did Agatha and Wanda work together? Agatha certainly had a lot of negative thoughts regarding the younger woman, so it would make sense that they had worked together at some point. You were just surprised Agatha never brought it up during one of her many long ‘Maximoff Rants.’

“I’m very busy,” Agatha replied, appearing to grow angrier with every word that came out of the red head’s mouth. “Right, dear?”

At first you wondered who she was talking to, until you noticed the pointed look she was giving you. You offered Wanda a polite smile before slowly heading over towards your boss. “Of course, Miss Harkness. You have to leave for your meeting with potential new investors and then we have to discuss new programs and publicity posters before rehearsal this evening.”

“I see,” Wanda was giving both of you a look that suggested she knew you were lying. “Well I should be on my way then. Lovely seeing you again Agatha, and it was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” she said sweetly as she gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze on her way out of the office.

Once she was gone, Agatha all but slammed the door shut and your eyes widened at how angry she appeared.

“What did she say to you?” Agatha asked curiously eyeing you.

You shrugged, because Wanda didn’t really say anything to you. At least not anything important. “Nothing really. She asked who I was, insisted she wanted to wait for you to come back, and then she offered to help me sort through the music.”

“I didn’t realize the work I gave you was so complex it required a second set of hands,” Agatha spat out as she slowly moved closer to you, and you wondered what you said to get that reaction.

“It wasn’t,” you argued, feeling your temper grow and getting more flustered as Agatha moved even closer to you. “She was just being nice.”

Agatha huffed and stalked back to her desk. “Fine. She was just being nice. Now no more talk of Maximoff. I’m starting to get a migraine.”

“I’ll go get you some tea,” You offered, as you had become more familiar with the conductor’s frequent stress migraines.

Agatha merely nodded and began sorting through her scores for rehearsal and you set off to brew some tea in the kitchen. You brushed off her strange behavior as the anger that came with seeing Wanda Maximoff.

The rest of the afternoon passed by smoothly. Agatha eventually told you to go home for a few hours despite your protests to stay. She was still a tad bit grumpy from her run in with Wanda, so she all but shoved you out the door and said if she saw you back here before 6:00 that she would make sure it would be your last time attending rehearsal.

Finding yourself back at the concert hall an hour before rehearsal started, you made your way to Agatha’s office and used the key she had given you to let yourself in. You had to grab the boxes filled with folders of music, as well as Agatha’s scores and her favorite baton. Your eyes scanned the dozens of identical batons that the older woman had before you found the one she requested you grab.

There weren’t many personal items in Agatha’s office. Granted she had only been here for around a month, but still. It was basically bare, save for a few photos of her pet bunny, Señor Scratchy. You had often wondered what the conductor did when she wasn’t here, but you had never felt comfortable enough to ask. Agatha was...private, and while you respected her privacy a part of you wondered what she was like when she wasn’t in scary conductor mode.

A quick glance at the clock alerted you to head to the hall before the players started to arrive. You quickly locked up the office before hurrying through the building, arms filled with boxes.

“I should’ve brought these in before I left,” You mumbled out loud as you balanced the boxes in one hand to unlock the stage door with your other hand.

“Well yes dear, but that would’ve required thought,” Agatha said with a smirk as she came up from behind you.

You cursed and jumped, glaring at the woman who scared you half to death. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Agatha held the door open for you and shrugged in response as you passed her. “It’s not my fault you’re so easy to scare.”

“You’re evil,” You told her, but your tone was teasing. “And you’re early.”

“It’s my first rehearsal, I want to be prepared,” Agatha explained but you knew her well enough to know what that meant.

“It’s okay to be nervous, you know,” You said reassuringly as she grabbed one of the boxes from you to set on the stage.

Agatha scowled and gave you a dirty look. “I am not nervous. I’m Agatha Harkness. I don’t get nervous.”

“Right and you’re also nothing like Wanda Maximoff, right?” You fired back, enjoying the glower she gave you.

Agatha huffed. “I liked it better when you were afraid of me.”

You laughed as you began placing the folders on their respective stands. “I was never afraid of you. I was afraid of disappointing you.” And you were still afraid of disappointing her, but you would never vocalize that.

Agatha gave you a look you couldn’t decipher before she helped you with the folders. “Where’s your violin?”

“In your office,” You reminded her. “Remember, I told you I was leaving it there until after rehearsal?”

“Well how are you going to play in,” She checked her watch, “Fourty-five minutes without an instrument?”

You stared at her in shock. “But...but I thought I didn’t get the first violin spot?”

“You didn’t,” Agatha admitted. “But I haven’t hired anyone else and I still need to update our sub list. So there will be an empty chair for rehearsal.”

“Which means?” You pressed, needing to hear the words from her.

Agatha rolled her eyes. “Needy as ever for the praise I see. Grab your instrument and get your ass on stage in ten minutes before I change my mind.”

You practically skipped off stage, not believing what you were hearing. You were going to perform with the Manhattan Symphony! Sure it was just a rehearsal, and the first rehearsal at that, but you didn’t care. You were on cloud nine and nothing could bring you down.

By the time you returned with your instrument, some of the players had started to arrive. You recognized a few of the violinists from different gigs you had played over the past couple of years. Scanning the stage, you spotted Agatha in one of the first rows in the audience, drinking a bottle of water. She noticed you staring and motioned for you to come join her.

You set your case down next to her bag. “Thank you for letting me play in rehearsal today.”

“Why are you thanking me?” Agatha questioned, looking at you with curiosity. “I need a violinist for today’s rehearsal. You’re my assistant who will do whatever you can to please me. It’s common sense.”

You rolled your eyes at her but smiled nonetheless. “You really can’t let me be nice, can you?”

Agatha laughed and patted you on the arm. “You’re finally catching on, dear. Now get on stage and warm up. I can’t have my assistant embarrassing me in front of the entire ensemble.”

You did as you were told and sat in the last chair of the first violin section. The other members of the ensemble gradually made their way to their respective seats to begin warming up, and Agatha stayed at her spot still drinking her water. Your stand partner eventually made their way over to you and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Monica,” the woman said politely as she sat in the chair next to yours.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N,” you replied with a small smile. “Have you been with the symphony for a while?”

“This is my fifth season,” Monica replied with a shrug. “Should be a little more interesting with Harkness in charge at least.”

You vaguely remembered the rumors that the last music director had been voted off by the board due to his age, but you couldn’t remember his name.

“Yeah, she’s really great,” You said happily. Monica gave you a curious glance. “I’m actually her assistant.”

Monica raised her eyebrows at that revelation. “Oh, wow. What’s that like?”

You shrugged, and noted that was the second time someone had that reaction. “Pretty standard I guess.”

“I was wondering who she hired for the section after cancelling the blind auditions,” Monica admitted. “She gave those violinists quite a scare.”

“Well I’m not hired for this,” You quickly backtracked. “She just hadn’t filled the seat and she needed a sub for today so-“

Monica laughed. “Hey, it’s okay. I get it. It’s nice to have you here. I’m sure you’ll do great.”

A few minutes later, the chatter and warming up abruptly stopped when Agatha took the podium. The ensemble stared at their new conductor, curious as to how she would start their first rehearsal. Instead, Agatha raised her baton and the ensemble lifted their instruments in preparation.

“Movement four of Dvorak,” Agatha said and allowed everyone a moment to flip to the respective movement.

She raised her baton again and you felt a rush of adrenaline as you waited in anticipation for her to begin. Over the past few weeks you had studied Agatha’s conducting technique. Watching her move her hands in formation was so beautiful, she was easily the most skilled conductor you had ever observed. Her eyes raked over the ensemble and landed on yours, and with a smirk she gave the upbeat to begin.

Dvorak’s New World Symphony was one of the first full symphonies you remembered playing back in your high school youth symphony. It was breathtaking, full of colorful phrases and swirling melodies in every movement that left both the player and listener eager for more. The fourth movement seemed to tie it all together.

Despite it being the first rehearsal, the ensemble played relatively well. Agatha was mindlessly conducting, her gaze fixated on different ensemble members, and you knew she probably had so many quick witted insults stewing in her brain. You meanwhile couldn’t keep your eyes from watching her conduct. Sure, watching old videos of her conducting different orchestras was great, your personal favorite was of her performance conducting Tchaikovsky’s 4th Symphony with The Chicago Symphony. You also loved sitting in her office and watching her get lost in her scores, seemingly oblivious to your gaze locked on her baton and the way her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own.

But this...this was pure beauty. It was like she was painting a canvas using her baton as a paint brush. Even with her gaze focused elsewhere, she knew the score backwards and forwards and you saw her give every cue without even taking a second to glance down at the music. It was magical; she was magical.

The movement progressed and you had reached one of you favorite spots. There was a phrase transition that featured a slow and melodic theme that was passed throughout the orchestra. It started in the winds and you smiled at the serene sounds of the oboe that featured accompaniment from the strings before the melody was eventually passed to the violin section. While most violinists enjoyed playing fast and thrilling passages that left their fingers aching and bow arm sore, you had always secretly preferred the sweeter themes, the soaring melodies that kept growing and filled your heart with so much warmth.

Closing your eyes to play a passage you had long ago memorized, Dvorak had always been a favorite, you took a second to enjoy the unique feeling that every musician shared. Making music was an intimate experience. The ability to bring together dozens of people from different walks of life. To put aside any problems from everyday life and just take those brief moments to focus on nothing but their craft. Your happiest memories were of the time you spent in orchestra rehearsals. All of the hard, and sometimes grueling, work that went into perfecting each measure and making sure each section played as one giant instrument. All of it was worth it once you made it to the performance, and you swore there was nothing that could bring you more bliss than a live performance.

The movement progressed and Agatha was fully in her element. The woman was the most confident conductor you had ever encountered. Sure, she was a bit...cocky...but she had every right to be. This was the only first rehearsal you had ever attended where the conductor had effortlessly led the ensemble through tempo changes and cues without any faults.

With a whirlwind of fast passages and high notes that had you breathless, you reached the grand finale. You would occasionally glance up to check you were following Agatha’s tempo, and it took everything in you to not keep your gaze entirely fixated on her.

Agatha left her baton raised for a moment before finally lowering it, and you could tell by the passive look on her face that she was not pleased. “Well that was disappointing. Have any of you played in an ensemble before today?”

Directing her gaze to the principal flutist, she waved her hand. “And don’t even get me started on the mess over here. Are you trying to make my ears bleed? I’ve heard first graders who have a better tone than you.”

The principal flutist frowned. “With all due respect Maestra, it’s our first rehearsal and we’re a little rusty.”

“Did I ask for excuses?” Agatha questioned, and you knew the rest of rehearsal would only be downhill from there. If there was one thing Agatha Harkness hated it was excuses. “What’s your name?”

“Dottie Jones.”

“Well, Dottie,” Agatha sneered. “Since you apparently know more than I do, why don’t you come up here and conduct?”

Well shit. You didn’t see that coming. You glanced over to Monica and found she had the same shocked expression on her face as you did.

“Maestra I don’t-“ Dottie tried to argue, and you couldn’t help but feel a small amount of pity for the woman because you knew Agatha always got what she wanted.

“Now!” Agatha yelled and threw her baton on the stand. “Let’s see what you can do.”

“Is she always like this?” Monica whispered to you and you shrugged.

That was a good question. In the few weeks you worked for Agatha, you had grown used to her intense presence and ever changing mood swings. You would never admit it to her face, but you actually found it kind of charming in a weird and twisted sort of way, because you knew Agatha only acted this way to assert her dominance. The music world had predominantly been led by men. The vast majority of the most famous and beloved composers were men. For the majority of your playing career the conductors you encountered were men. Hell, even the majority of symphony orchestras had male concert masters.

“She likes to keep things interesting,” You whispered back while keeping your gaze locked on the scene occurring on the podium.

Dottie had reluctantly made her way through the ensemble to stand on the podium where Agatha stood to the side with her arms folded across her chest.

“Any day now, Dottie,” Agatha mocked and you grimaced. Not even a half hour in and she had already lost her temper.

To Dottie’s credit she appeared relatively calm as she picked up the baton Agatha threw on the stand. The orchestra readied themselves to begin, but you kept your gaze locked on Agatha. What was she playing at?

Dottie gave the upbeat and the opening notes of Dvorak rang out. The flutist was a decent conductor, but you knew it was a losing battle. Her technique was nowhere as refined as Agatha’s and you could tell she was trying her best to keep the ensemble from falling apart. You made it through ten bars before Agatha made her way to the podium and raised one hand, and everyone immediately stopped.

“Well Dottie what do you think?”

“I think I should go back to my seat and leave the conducting to you,” Dottie offered weakly.

Agatha arched an eyebrow. “Ah. I see.” She waited for Dottie to sit back down before continuing. “Some of you may find my methods crazy. Some of you may say that I’m too mean, that I’m pushing you too hard. However, there is a reason for all of this.”

She pointed her baton at the principal oboe. “You? What’s your name?”

“Oh, um...” The man stammered and Agatha rolled her eyes.

“Name!”

“Jimmy Woo.”

“Jimmy Woo,” Agatha repeated with a frown on her face. “How long have you been with the symphony?”

“This is my third season, Maestra,” Jimmy said with a smile.

Agatha nodded. “I need to hear more of you. We need to work on your projection to come over the strings without making it too nasally. Not bad for the first rehearsal, Woo.”

“Thank you, Maestra.”

“Now Woo, how would you say the past three seasons have gone?” Agatha prompted.

“Maestra?” Jimmy asked, appearing confused by the question.

Agatha let out a huff. “How have you felt the orchestra has performed for the past three seasons, Woo?”

“You want my honest opinion, Maestra?”

You watched Agatha tense up and you internally sighed. Another thing Agatha hated was pointless questions.

“No, Woo, I want you to change into a tutu and do pliés,” Agatha dryly commented.

Jimmy let out a bit of nervous laughter which quickly ended when Agatha glared at him. “Right. Well, I guess I feel like we’re losing our touch.”

“That’s putting it lightly. Thank you, Woo,” Agatha said before turning her attention to the rest of the ensemble. “The Manhattan Symphony was once the world’s finest orchestra. But all of you have gotten too comfortable. You’ve stopped making music and now are simply playing notes on a page. You’ve gotten lazy.”

There we go. The third thing Agatha hated. Laziness. You swore the woman was constantly on the move. There was one Friday afternoon where you had suggested taking a half day to enjoy the sunshine, which led Agatha to go on a twenty minute long rant (you timed it) that you could enjoy the sunshine when you were dead in a grave. Needless to say, you never asked to leave work early again.

You watched the conductor place her baton on the stand and wave her arms around. “I want this orchestra to regain its rightful place on top of the musical community. But this is going to require work from every single individual in this room. So, this is your first and only warning. If you are not going to put your entire soul into this orchestra, consider this your last rehearsal. Everyone is replaceable and I promise you will not be missed.”

You raised your bow to signal you had a question. Agatha’s head whipped around to look at you, and you could practically see the gears turning in her head. “Something you wish to add?”

“And if we stay?” You asked, thinking back to the very same question you asked her the day of the audition.

That earned you a smile so small it was almost impossible to see, and it went away as quickly as it appeared. “If you choose to stay, I am going to work you hard. I don’t want to hear any whining or complaints, only promises to do better. Are we clear?”

Silence from the room was taken as a yes. Agatha raised her baton. “Good. Flip to measure 21. Woo I want to work on your entrance. First violins, I know you love being the center of attention but you need to follow the dynamics on the page, circle them if you must. Flutes please try to not to fuck up your eighth notes otherwise I will make sure the only orchestra you play for is in the middle of Antartica.”

The rest of rehearsal went better than it started. Agatha was her usual slightly snarky self, and the rest of the ensemble was learning not to question her. You went to pack up your instrument when Monica motioned for you to come join her.

“I’m not sure if you have any plans but a few of us are going to get drinks if you want to join,” Monica offered and you were touched by her kindness.

“That’s so sweet but I’m actually pretty tired,” You said apologetically. Which was partially true, but you also wanted to make sure Agatha went home and didn’t stay cooped up in her office all night.

“Well if you change your mind, shoot me a text,” Monica insisted as she handed you her phone to put in your contact information. She took the phone back and sent you a message. “There’s my number.”

You thanked her again before heading over to where Agatha was silently stewing. A quick glance at her confirmed that she was still in a bad mood and you chose to silently pack up your instrument while shooting her quick and cautious glances.

“I can feel you staring,” Agatha finally looked up at you. “I want to redo the string parts for Maximoff’s piece. We need to fix a few of the bowings. I want everything to be set for our first rehearsal with her.” She noticed your hesitation. “Unless you have other plans.”

“Oh no, my dream Friday night is being holed up in your office marking Rachmaninoff,” You joked and grinned when she rolled her eyes.

“Funny, dear. Very funny,” Agatha deadpanned, motioning for you to follow her. “But I don’t pay you to make jokes.”

An hour later you were done with the bowings while Agatha had spent the time reading a book. She had a pair of glasses on and her feet were up on her desk, it was the most relaxed you had ever seen her.

“You’re finished?” Agatha asked, not looking up from her book. “Good,” she said and slammed the book closed. “Now, we didn’t get a chance to do this earlier due to my Maximoff induced migraine, so grab that violin and come with me. I want to see how relaxed your bow hold is after rehearsing.”

“Actually, I was going to suggest that we call it a night?” You asked tentatively, gauging her reaction. “You’ve had a long day and-“

“And what? I’m so old I need to be in bed before ten?” Agatha inquired, slowly taking off her glasses.

“You’re not old,” You blurted out and Agatha smirked at you. Blushing, you looked at the floor. “But maybe it would do you good to get some rest?”

“Trying to give me orders again, darling?” Agatha teased and even though you weren’t looking at her, you knew she was still smirking. “I’m not so sure I like that.”

“You really shouldn’t say things like that,” You mumbled whilst Agatha laughed.

“Whatever you say, dear,” Agatha said. “If it will get you to shut up, I’ll call it a night and go home. But I expect you back here tomorrow morning so we can make up our session. We’re finally starting to crack the surface of your true potential and I won’t have you wasting it because you need to sleep.”

You had waited for Agatha to pack up her bag and followed her out of the building. This was the first time you had left at the same time as the older woman. She usually sent you on your way long before she was ready to head out for the evening. She had her town car waiting for her out front, and she frowned as she watched you prepare to walk home.

“You’re not planning on walking alone at this hour are you?” Agatha questioned and looked at you like you were an idiot.

You shrugged. “I only live a few blocks away.” Which was a bit of a lie, but she didn’t have to know that. “And if anyone gives me a hard time I can just whack them with this.” You motioned to your hard case violin.

“You’re an idiot if you think I’ll allow you to wander the streets like a lost little puppy,” Agatha reprimanded you. “Get in the car.”

“I’m not getting in your car,” You argued. “I’ll be fine.”

“Darling I’m not going to tell you again. Get in the car,” Agatha repeated and then smirked. “Unless you’d rather I drag you kicking and screaming.”

You glared at her. Damn her for making everything sound so...suggestive. “Fine.”

“Good girl,” Agatha said as you followed her in the car, and she patted the seat next to hers. “Now where do you live?”

You gave her driver the instructions to your apartment and then made yourself comfortable in the car. There was a few minutes of awkward silence which you spent staring out the window, and Agatha spent staring at you.

“Ya know, you usually call me out for staring at you,” You finally spoke up, the silence starting to eat away at you.

“I am not staring at you,” Agatha lightly argued before changing the subject. “I never asked how you thought I did tonight.”

“What?”

Agatha frowned at you. “How do you think I led the rehearsal?”

That was new. Over the past few weeks Agatha had never asked you for your opinion on anything regarding her conducting, because why would she? Agatha was the most confident person you had ever met, and a part of you was envious at how she presented herself to the world.

You took a moment to glance over at her and found yourself staring into bright blue eyes. “I...I thought you were brilliant. But, you were a little too nice. I don’t think I saw anyone cry.”

Agatha’s expression lightened and you felt your heartbeat grow rapid at the sight of her smile. “Still making jokes, darling? Perhaps I’m going too easy on you.”

The rest of the car ride fell back into a more comfortable silence, and before long Agatha’s driver pulled up to your modest but nice apartment building.

You grabbed your violin case and offered Agatha a small smile. “Thank you for giving me a ride home.”

“Thank Hank, he did the driving.”

“Right,” You frowned. “Well, goodnight.”

Agatha briefly touched your arm as you went to exit the car, and you felt goosebumps at the sensation. “Goodnight, dear. I’ll see you in the morning.”

[dearestgojo]

Twice As Pregnant

Summary: You go out to get over your break up with your boyfriend and have an unexpected fun with two strangers night after drowning your sorrows in alcohol. Are you ready to deal with the consequences of that one night?

A/n: Re-upload Part 6 with the links to the other parts. Currently working on making a Series Masterlist with a playlist Should be up Tomorrow.

Makki x Fem reader x Mattsun

Warnings: 18+. Vaginal Penetration. Oral F/M receiving. Fingering.

Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Series Masterlist.

Word Count: 4,488

The tension in the room is almost too much to handle. You can hear your heart beating in your ears, and you're pretty sure you can hear Hiro and Issei’s heart beats next to you. Your mother is sitting in the chair in front of the three of you, looking at you, examining you. You swallow the saliva that’s in your mouth before asking, “Do you want something to drink?”

She turns and looks at you, stopping at your stomach. When you had opened the door to greet her she’d done the same thing, sunglasses hanging on the tip of her nose as she eyed you. Disapproval written all over the face. Even now as she sits in front of the three of you, you feel the disapproving sentiments she holds towards your current situation. “No, I’m good,” she answers, silence once again filling the apartment.

Your palms are sweating as you sit in front of your mom, trying to figure out what is going through her head. You feel a small kick in one of your ribs making you wiggle around uncomfortably on the couch. Your mothers eyes fall on your stomach as you do so, and you become even more self-conscious.

“So who’s the dad?” She finally asks, eyes shifting between Issei and Hiro. Both of them swallow at the situation they’re in, and you just try to bury yourself further into your seat.

You take in a deep breath, avoiding eye contact with your mom as you choose your wording, “We’re not sure. I haven’t taken a paternity test, we’re waiting until after the baby is born.”

Your mom just hums in response, “So it isn’t that boyfriend of yours that I meet a couple of months ago,” she raises an eyebrow at you.

“No, we broke up before this happened.”

“Mmh, so it’s one of these two?” She asks. Hiro and Issei shift uncomfortably next to you.

“Yes,” you fidget, trying to look anywhere, but at her.

“Okay, I guess I should get to know both of you starting now,” she picks up her purse from the ground next to her seat,” Let’s go out for dinner.” She starts to stand from her seat.

You lift yourself up from your own seat, gripping onto Issei’s shoulders, “Mom, I don’t think that’s necessary. “

“You might not, but I do. So put on some shoes, and we’ll go out and eat someplace nice,” She heads towards the door, “I’ll drive myself and send you the address of the place I choose. Dinners on me.” Your mom opens the door and heads out the door, leaving you all a little dumbfounded.

You throw your head back and let out a groan when she walks out the door. “I’m sorry about her, guys, she can be a bit...controlling at times,” you reach down and start putting on your shoes.

When standing back up you feel two arms wrap around you, pulling you into a firm chest. You let yourself lean back and look up to see Hiro smiling down at you, eyes soft and warm.

“It’s okay. I think we should go though, I’m in no position to reject free food,” He smiles down at you before he let’s go of his shoes. Issei hums in agreement as he finishes tying his shoes, grabbing his keys and opening the door, leading you out the front door.

~

You let out a sigh as you finally let yourself fall on to the bed, the sound of the bedroom door closing behind Hiro sounds like heaven to your ears. The bed dips at the weight of someone else joining you on the bed. You turn your head over to see Issei’s back facing you, arms folded into a pillow.

“Do you guys want to take a bath?” Hiro asks as he starts to undress from the end of the bed. You and Issei let out tired groans, answering his question, “Alright. Come here.” You feel one of his hands grab on to your wrist and pull you up into a sitting position. He presses a kiss to your forehead, hands traveling down your body to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. His hands come around to unhook your bra, throwing it somewhere across the room, you hum a bit when your breasts are free from the constraint of it. Hiro reaches behind and pulls a shirt over your head, you hadn’t noticed he had gotten from Issei’s closest. He pushes you back on the bed softly, and reaches over to pull your pants off, leaving you in just the shirt and underwear. He taps your right knee, nodding his head towards the head of the bed, signaling for you to scoot towards. It.

You do as he tells you, crawling over Issei’s body, and plopping in the middle of the bed. Hiro climbs up behind you and wraps his arms around you burying his head into your hair. “Your mom was less intimidating than I thought she would be,’ he whispers.

Humming you wrap your own arms around his, “Yeah. I thought she’d be a lot more...freaked out.”

The two of you feel Issei shift, on the bed watching his half asleep body get up and start undressing himself. When he’s down he crawls back up the bed and lays on his back next to you, falling asleep immediately. You laugh a little at how quick he is to fall asleep.

Letting go of Hiro with one of your hands you reach another and place it in the Issei’s closests to you. With the warmth of both the bodies next to you it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep. Your chest feels warm knowing that your mom probably liked both of them. Knowing that whichever one you choose the only family member you had left would approve of them.

~

Your mom makes frequent visits for the next two weeks before going off on a short vacation, during that time Hiro and Issei start to move stuff out of the two extra bedrooms. Things like clothes, the bookcases you had, and the vanity your mom had gifted you, all had been moved into Issei’s room. His closet was overfilled with not only his clothes, but yours and Hiro’s some of it in a pill at the bottom of it. There were times when you would be awakened by the two of them arguing over not being able to find their own clothes.

They had also been working on making your old bedroom into the twins nursery. Setting up two cribs, hiring someone to paint a mural on one of the walls. Buying a changing table and a drawer for all the clothes they had bought every time the three of you would go out shopping.

There was also the small fact that one of their long-time friends had decided to change his month-long visit to living with the last second. And that he didn’t know that you were currently living with them, or that one of them had gotten someone pregnant. So they were also preparing Hiro’s old room for him, and figuring out how to tell him about their living situation.

What one had been prepared for was that he would turn up at the door of the apartment two weeks earlier than scheduled when you were at home by yourself. He had looked at you and did a double take of the apartment number, looking at you once more.

“Do Hanamaki and Matsukawa live here?” He asks when he sees he has the address.

You look at him from behind the door, hiding your belly from his eyesight, “Yeah. May I ask who you are?”

“I’m Iwaizumi. I’m going to be staying with them. Can I ask who you are?” He asks.

You swallow, not really having an answer for his question. Even after the date no one had really clarified what the three of you really were. If the three of you were in a relationship or if it was just a temporary thing until the twins were born. “I’m staying here for awhile,” you decide on answering, “We thought you wouldn’t be arriving yet.” You open the door for him to come in, “I’ll text them letting them know you're here.” You pull out your phone, sending a message in the group chat the three of you were in.

His back is turned towards you, missing your bulging twenty-six weeks pregnant belly, so when he turns around Iwaizumi is a little shocked when he sees you, really sees you. You're in an oversized shirt, with shorts that barely peek out from the bottom of it. Your hair is a messy bun on the top of your head, some of your baby hairs sticking up. Not planning on going out anywhere or expecting any visitors, you had decided to have a lazy day, and watch as much t.v. as you could before the boys arrived home.

“Sorry I’m a bit of a mess, but let me show you to your room and you can get settled in. Do you want anything to eat or drink?” You ask, he shakes his head. You start leading him towards Hiro’s old bedroom. His eyes follow your waddling one into it. You switch on the light letting him look around the bare room, “This is your room. The boys will be here soon, meanwhile I'll go start making dinner.” You walk out the room and head towards the kitchen, leaving Iwaizumi alone to unpack.

You start taking the ingredients you’ll need for dinner and setting them on the counter. Looking towards the clock you see that you have about two hours till Hiro and Issei get home. Turning on the oven you start to make a cake knowing you have some extra time.

Iwaizumi walks into the kitchen just as you're putting the cake into the oven, his eyes looking over the mess you’ve made. Mixing bowls piled up high in the sink, and array of other ingredients scattered throughout the small kitchen.

“Do you need any help?” He asks as he takes in your disheveled form. One hand resting on the top of your stomach and the other supporting your back as you take a breather. You look completely worn out.

Turning towards him you feel relieved that he offered,”Yes, please. Could you wash the dishes while I try to catch my breath?”

“Yeah sure,” He walks up to the sink rolling up the sleeves to his hoodie, and starts to rinse the cake batter off some of the bowls. You take a seat at the bar, facing Iwaizumi’s back. He’s well built, he isn’t too muscular, but he is more so than the boys, and he's not as tall as Hiro and Issei. “How did you meet Makki and Mattsun?”

The sudden sound of his voice has you jumping a little in your seat. You feel as if you’ve been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing. Thinking over your answer for a bit you play with the hem of your shirt. You smile down at your hands, knowing the reaction you're about to draw from the man in front of you, “They took my virginity and one of them got me pregnant.”

It’s comical how Iwaizumi whips around to look at you, water dripping from his hands onto the mat underneath his feet. His eyes are opened wide, his mouth hangs open. He’s struggling to process what you said, really struggling. The words make no sense, how did the both of them…

“How?” He blurts out.

You laugh at him, almost falling off the stool you're sitting on. When you finally stop laughing you tell him the whole story, getting up at one point to finish cooking dinner. You tell him about how your one and only ex-boyfriend cheated on you. You tell him how you ended up alone at a bar. How you split your drink on Issei, and ended up drinking with them, crying about your ex. You tell him how the three of you ended up back at your old apartment and shared between the two men.

The whole time Iwaizumi listens and helps you make dinner. Only laughing occasionally, like when you tell him how you bumped into them in the store, and how awkward it had been. He almost dies laughing when you tell him how you found out you were having twins, and when you describe the looks on Issei and Hiro’s faces when you told you were pregnant with twins.

“So yeah I ended up living here with the two of them?” You finish with a sigh, flipping over the steaks in the pan, and grabbing an oven mitt to take out the cake.

“That’s honestly a pretty funny story,” He reaches across you and takes the mac and cheese off the stove. “Who do you want to be the dad?” He asks as he serves the macaroni into a nice bowl.

You look at him with feeling your heart tighten. It was one of the questions you dreaded. You had felt relieved when your mother hadn’t asked because you didn’t have an answer. The feeling you had been feeling had yet to be sorted, and you had been putting it off so you wouldn’t have to think about it.

You knew that you felt something for both men, but you weren’t sure what it was, or if it was just the hormones. What you did know was that you hadn’t felt like this for anyone, not even your ex. All you can do is look at Iwaizumi who just stares at you, waiting for an answer.

You swallow down the lump in your throat, and turn back towards the stove, “I don’t know,” you say just above a whisper. An uncomfortable silence feels in the kitchen afterwards, things becoming awkward once more between you and Iwaizumi.

~

When Hiro got home he found the table set, food on the stove ready to be served. He could see you moving around the kitchen putting up the dishes, and hear the shower running down the hall. Kicking off his shoes he yells, “I’m home.”

“Welcome home, Hiro,” you call out, turning towards the front of the apartment, smiling at him.

He lets the door close behind him as he fully steps into the apartment, he makes his way towards you, and comes up behind you wrapping his arms around you letting his head rest on the top of your head. “Sorry Hajime dropped by unexpectedly,” he whispers, “Hope things weren’t too awkward.”

“It’s okay. He helped me cook dinner and we talked for a bit,” you whisper back. You lean back into him, the top of your head barely reaching the bottom of his chest. He feels warm that you can’t help but hum at the comfort he brings you. “When is Issei getting home?” You ask.

Hiro pulls away from you, heading towards the fridge to pull out a soda. He looks at the watch on his wrist,”Probably about fifteen minutes.”

“Okay, do you think you can shower in five, so we can eat after he showers?” You reach up to put the last dish away.

“Yeah, just as soon as Iwa gets out,” he chugs the rest of his drink before throwing the can away.

And as if sensing the two of you talking about him, Iwaizumi comes around the corner, towel draped over his shoulders. He’s wet hair is dripping water onto the floor and onto his shirt, making dark wet spots on his t-shirt.

“I’m done with the shower,” he walks towards Hiro, arm stretching out in front of him as Hiro does the same thing. Their hands meet making a loud slap echo throughout the apartment, they pull each other in for a hug. “What’s up bro?” Iwaizumi greets Hiro, hands patting at each others backs. You stand there awkwardly as they do so.

“Hey bro, haven’t seen you in forever,” they pull back from each other, goofy smiles painted on their faces. Hiro turns towards you,”Sorry we weren’t here to greet you, but we left you in good company.”

“Yeah, I was a little shocked to see a girl open the door when I got here,” Iwaizumi laughs, setting the towel on the top of his head to dry his hair. “I won’t complain though she did keep me entertained by catching me up on your and Mattsun’s lives.”

You feel your face heat up, and watch as Hiro’s face becomes a deep red, and starts rubbing the back of his head, “Yeah, guess we’ve been busy.” The conversation is interrupted by the front door opening and closing. You all turn around to see a tired Issei walk in through the door, dropping his back next to the door and kicking off his shoes.

“I’m home,” He calls out, not looking up from the floor, dragging his feet across the floor.

“Welcome home,” you and Hiro greet him.

“Hey man, you look dead,” Iwaizumi laughs out, walking towards him. Issei finally looks up, greeting Iwaizumi the same way Hiro and Iwaizumi had done earlier.

“I’m going to go shower so we can eat,” Hiro announces, kissing the top of your head before walking towards the bathroom. Issei finishes greeting Iwaizumi before making his way towards and doing the same as Hiro. He smiles down at you, grabbing onto your hand and leading you towards the living room couch, Iwaizumi following behind.

They start to converse as you sit next to Issei, not really paying attention to them when Hiro walks he replaces Issei, as he walks toward the bathroom to take his own shower. Dinner goes the same with you awkwardly sitting in listening to the three talking and catching up.

You feel a bit left out as you realize that you don’t know much about their lives, that there are parts of them you still don’t know about. And your chest aches with the realization that you might not be anything to each other, but only three strangers that happened to have sex and one of them getting you pregnant.

~

His hands cup your face as he pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth, trying to taste as much as he can of you. There’s a second pair of hands on your hips, pulling you down to grind against their hips. You can’t help but let out small moans as pleasure clouds your brain.

The room feels unbearably hot, like you're wearing too much clothes even though you're in nothing but your bra and panties. Sweat is starting to cover you, making the sheets beneath you become slightly damp. Your body starts to shake even though they’ve barely even touched you.

After dinner you had taken a quick shower, and had come out to find the door to Iwaizumi’s bedroom closed. You didn’t think much of it, thinking that maybe he had gone to bed early to try to adjust his sleep schedule, but that thought quickly left your brain when you walked into your bedroom and found both Issei and Hiro sitting on the ledge of the bed in nothing but their boxers. You felt slick start to pull into your underwear at the sight. You had let them lead you to the bed and started making out with Hiro first, Issei undressed you til you were in nothing but your undergarments.

You weren’t completely sure how long ago that was, but you were starting to feel frustrated. Every time you felt like you were about to cum from Hiro’s grinding, he’d pull away and just place kisses across the back of your shoulders. Waiting for the knot in your tummy to disappear before doing the same thing again. You could feel him smirking against you when you’d let out a whine.

Clinging onto Issei you push yourself back and grind on Hiro drawing out a loud groan from him, you smile up at Issei. Proud of the reaction you got out of Hiro. “Be a good girl for us,” Issei smiles down at you, his hands coming down to pull your bra down, “and you’ll get a reward soon.”

Issei slides down your body, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs. The cold air of the room hits your bare cunt, making you squirm and whimper. Issei being the tease he is, blows air, and smirks as you buck your hips up into his face. “So pretty,” he says loud enough for you and Hiro to hear, before he licks a long strip up your slit.

You raise your hips off the bed, and try to move your hands into his hair, only to realize that you're being held back by Hiro, who’s sucking and biting along your neck.

Hiro slides his hand down your body, squeezing whatever parts he can, until his fingers find your clit. He lazily starts massaging the little bundle of nervousness, smirking at the way your whining and huffing for air as he does so.

The sudden feeling of a tongue sliding into your slick hole brings your attention back to Issei. He’s eating you out like a staved man, like he hasn’t gotten a taste of you almost every single night. Using both his hands to hold your legs open, he buries himself deeper into your pussy, nose bumping into your clit and Hiro’s fingers.

Without warning your first orgasm of the night hits, flashes of white clouding your vision, Your hips coming off the bed, Issei holding you up as he swallows as much of your cum as he can. He loves the way you start to grind against his face as you try to prolong your high. High pitched cries leaving your lips as you beg him not to stop. When you finally come down, Issei’s face is a mess, just as much as the sheets underneath your bum.

“I didn’t get to have any fun,” You hear Hiro complain from behind you just before he buries two of his fingers into your cunt without any warning. Crying out as your sensitive walls flutter around him, your hands dig into the skin of his thighs, becoming overstimulated as his fingers move in and out of you. You feel warm liquid start to drench your thighs and come out it spurts as his thumb comes up to press against your bundle of nerves. It takes a couple more thrust before you cum again, this time around Hiro’s fingers.

You lay in between the two men, panting for air, slick sliding down your thighs and onto the bed. Your mind feels fuzzy and warm, no clear thoughts being processed. Humming quietly as Hiro and Issei massage you a bit.

“We’re going to let you take a short break,” Hiro whispers in your ear, hands kneading your breasts. You simply let out a sigh in response.

You feel your body starting to relax into their light touches, the fuzziness from your two previous orgasms fading. It’s only then that you take notice of how painfully hard they are, cocks straining against their boxers. “I want to make you feel good too,” you look down at Issei, hand running through his soft curls.

You pull both their underwear down. Their legs, their lengths coming up and slapping against their stomachs. You pump them a few times before taking Hiro in your mouth, continuing to pump Issei. Hollowing your cheeks you take Hiro in until his hits the back of your throat, making you gag.

You suddenly feel Issei pull your hand off of himself grabbing you by your hips, and standing behind you. Looking up at Hiro you bat your eyes, letting a loud moan when you feel a glob of something wet hit your bare cunt, before three fingers rub the wetness into your folds. You feel the head of Issei's cock next, slowly pushing into you. He gives you a few moments to adjust to him before he starts moving.

Everytime he moves, Issei causes you to choke and gag around Hiro. Spit is coming out the edges of your mouth, falling onto the sheets underneath you. You look up to see Hiro with his head thrown back, mouth hanging open. You feel warm liquid shooting down your throat after a couple of moments, swallowing everything you can.

A loud groan escapes your lips when he slides out of your mouth with a pop as you feel Issei hitting deep parts of you. It doesn’t take long for you to come undone afterwards, Issei spilling his seed into you.

You all lay in the mess the three of you made before they continue their aftercare routine before falling asleep on some new clean sheets.

~

Waking up in the morning you walk out of the bedroom and immediately bump into Iwaizumi, his cheeks turning a bright red color. You remember the night before when you had walked into the room with both Issei and Hiro. His eyes had been opened wide with shock when you three closed the door behind you.

Now looking at him face to face you could barely keep eye contact with embarrassment. You wonder if he heard you last night. You nod towards him running towards the bathroom, taking a deep sigh when the door closes behind you. You go on doing your usual morning routine, brushing your teeth, face, and fixing your hair, all before heading back to the room to get dressed.

On your way back you see the back of Iwaizumi’s head, his sitting on the couch bent over his phone. You don’t think he heard you come out of the bathroom so you clear your throat announcing your presence behind him.

He turns around and looks at you, “Bathrooms free.”

Iwaizumi gets up from his seat and walks towards the hallway, he looks at you as if he wants to say something, but you quickly walk back into the room, shutting the door behind you. The sound of your own heartbeats fiil you ears. You want to know what he was going to say to you, but you also don’t.

You get dressed, glancing at the two being sprawled out naked on the bed, sheets barely covering their bottoms. Once you feel the coast is clear you walk back out of the room and head towards the kitchen and start making breakfast as usual.

You hear footsteps coming down the hall and look up to see Iwaizumi walking into the kitchen avoiding eye contact. He clears his throat, shly saying,"Did you sleep well?"

You feel your face heat up, laughter being heard just as your bedroom door opens and Hiro and Issei walk out. Issei responds with a "We sure did."

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Across The Miles

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harry lewis x fem!reader

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You stepped off the plane and were met with the dreary skies that seemed to always plague England. Simon had told you he and JJ would meet you outside of the baggage claim to help you with your bags and take you home.

As soon as you’d wrestled your cases off of the conveyer belt, you walked towards the big exit sign, looking very much like you’d just stepped off of a long haul flight. Donned in sweats and a Sidemen Clothing hoodie with a travel pillow hung around your neck, you weren’t going to be winning any fashion awards any time soon.

“Y/N!”, JJ and Simon called from the other side of the large arrivals hall. You grinned, waving manically at them as you walked over as quick as you could. You dropped you hand luggage down next to your cases and flung your arms around both of them.

“I’ve missed you guys!”, you smiled up at them once they’d released you. “I can’t thank you enough for giving me this opportunity. And letting me live with you guys? I mean... there isn’t enough words to thank you!”, you gushed.

You’d met Simon, JJ and the rest of the Sidemen at the 2017 Upload event and had stayed in touch with them ever since. You’d been planning on moving in together for quite a while, but finding a time when the three of you were free enough to facilitate moving an entire human and her belongings across the Atlantic Ocean was harder than first imagined, but the minute that the three of you had decent schedules, flights were booked, you’d handed your notice in for your apartment in New York and started packing up your things.

By the time you’d been moved into the spare room, your room, it was nearing 5pm. “We were thinking about grabbing dinner with the rest of the guys? They’ve all missed you and I know Freya and Talia are dying to see you”, Simon said from the door frame.

“Yeah, sounds good”, you smiled from where you sat on the floor, surrounded by your clothes as you tried to organise them.

“You don’t have to do it all in one go. Why don’t you grab a shower and get changed and then you can have another go at this once were back from dinner?”, Simon suggested, the exhaustion from the day beginning to become clear on your face. You nodded, putting down whatever it was you were trying and failing to fold and took yourself off for a shower.

Of course, the guys took you to Nando’s. With there only being a handful of the restaurants in America, and none in New York, you made a point of going whenever you were in the UK. “Are you excited to see Harry?”, Simon poked at you from the drivers seat, glancing back at you in the rearview mirror.

“Wait, what!?”, JJ exclaimed from the passenger seat, struggling to turn around and face you in his seat. “What’s this then?”, he pestered, reaching out to shove against your knee.

“It’s nothing”, you said pointedly, glaring at Simon.

“Oi, so Simon knows and I don’t? Bit unfair”, JJ sassed, pulling a face at you.

“Simon knows nothing”, you told JJ. “He’s getting ideas in his head that I haven’t said anything about”, you said, eyeing Simon again.

“So, was I just supposed to ignore one of my best friends’ names popping up, literally non-stop, on one of my other best friend’s phone?”, Simon quipped, raising an eyebrow. “I’m just saying what I see, is all”, he shrugged.

“Okay, sue me, I’ve stayed in touch with Harry. Have you guys forgotten that I’ve literally just moved into the same city as all of you and your friends?”, you snipped.

Simon grumbled in defeat, all whilst JJ’s eyes followed the back and forth between the two of you. He sat there with a massive grin on his face, and you just knew that he wasn’t going to leave this alone over dinner.

When you walked into the restaurant, you were greeted by a round of hugs from all the guys, being given the eye by Simon and JJ when you looped your arms around Harry’s frame. You were hugged by Talia and Freya as well, when the guys finally let you go.

“It’s so good to finally see you again in person”, Freya beamed. “Discord and twitch just don’t do it after being friends for this long”, she pouted, eliciting a laugh from both you and Talia.

The group sat down at the table, smaller groups of people all chattering amongst themselves. “How was your flight?”, Harry asked from the opposite side of the table.

“It wasn’t too bad, I’m kinda used to it now, I guess? I mean, 8 hours is 8 hours so it was pretty dull, but I managed to get a few movies in”, you smiled.

“Oh yeah?”, he asked. “What did you watch? Am I gonna be disappointed?”, he asked you with a laugh.

“Of course you’ll be disappointed, you don’t like watching films”, you laughed happily. “I finally started chipping away at my Disney plus watchlist, so I watched Up and both of the Incredibles films”, you told him.

You kept chatting with Harry, along with Ethan, who was next to Harry, and Vik, who was next to you, until your food came. Once people had plates in front of them, chatter died down significantly, only the occasional comment here and there made itself known.

-

“He likes you too, you know”, Simon commented as he drove the three of you home. You’d been bundled into the backseat, wrapped up in JJ’s jacket as you were practically falling asleep on Vik’s shoulder.

“No, he doesn’t, Simon”, you denied sleepily, eyes drifting closed as you rested your head against the cold glass of the window.

“And how do you know that? He doesn’t even know that you like him, so how could he have turned you down?”, Simon asked.

“Because he’s Harry. I’m just some small timer from New York that you guys seemed to adopt after Upload”, you told him. “Look. I’ll get over it, I just need you to stop bringing it up so that I can actually forget about it and ignore the mushy feelings”.

As soon as Simon pulled the car to a stop, you climbed out and started making your way to the lift. You leaned heavily against the wall of the lift as it hurtled the three of you up to your floor. “Thanks for the coat, Jide”, you smiled tiredly, hanging the jacket up on a hook by the door. “I love you and all that, but I’m off to bed. My eyes are melting”, you groaned, waving your hand roughly in the direction of your room. Simon and JJ only laughed at you, wishing you a good night as you trudged down the hallway.

What you’d quite easily admitted in your half awake state wasn’t mentioned again, much to your relief. You got on with filming you ‘I’ve moved house!?’ videos and ‘Guess who I live with?’ clickbait titles. You started streaming more with the the girls, since you were finally in their timezone, and even dropped into the occasional Among Us stream with whoever was playing that night.

You settled into life in London well. You were surrounded by your friends and you doing what you loved with the people you loved. You’d felt more at home in the short months you’d lived in London than you ever had in New York. There was only one problem, though...

The Harry situation hadn’t resolved itself.

Which is why, when Simon came and asked you if you’d be in a video where he sets you up on a blind date, you couldn’t see a reason to turn it down. Worst case scenario, the date went horribly and Simon got a funny video of it. It wasn’t like you’d ever had to see the guy again.

You sat in front of the camera with Simon. “So, before I can send you on this blind date, I need to know what to look for”, he said.

“Erm - someone who’s funny, easy to get along with, can take a joke. Someone who won’t be intimidated or annoyed about me having quite a few male friends, someone who’s supportive of my career...”, you listed, trailing off when you realised who that described to a tee.

“And what do I need to avoid?”, Simon asked. If he had noticed any similarities of your description to Harry, he chose to keep his mouth shut about it.

“Someone thats going to be ashamed of me and my career or is going to want me to take my attention away from Youtube and Twitch. It’s one of the most important things in my life and I love what I do for a living and I’m so lucky that I get to do this for a living, so avoid someone that’s going to try and come between me and that, I guess”, you told Simon.

You knew that you weren’t going to find the love of your life doing this. It was more than likely going to be another single youtuber that Simon had roped into his video with the promise of a great video title and some decent content. But it would be nice to get dressed up nice and have an evening away from editing software or your stream deck.

Simon had told you where to go and when, he’d also told you to dress “all nice like”. He’d set the date up at a cocktail bar that you’d been wanting to visit since you’d moved to London. You only agreed to it once you confirmed that the expenses would be on him because top shelf liquor was on the bottom shelf in this place.

You picked out a dark green satin dress and paired it with some strappy silver heels. You took advantage of the opportunity and filmed yourself getting ready so that if things didn’t go too horrifically, you could post a ‘get ready for my blind date with me’.

Sitting down and chatting to the camera as you got ready took longer than you’d expected. You were rushing around, stressing about your Uber not being there quick enough to get you to the bar in time.

“I’ll drop you off”, JJ offered, already heading over to pick his keys up. “And that way, if he’s a weirdo, you don’t have to worry about waiting for another car to come get you”.

You climbed into the Porsche, thanking JJ for what might have been the fiftieth time since leaving the apartment. “You can stop saying thank you, Y/N. I offered”, he chuckled as he drove out of the parking garage. “You look lovely tonight, whoever Simon’s got you set up with is lucky”, he told you, sending you a genuine smile.

“Thank you, Jide”, you smiled. The rest of the car journey was shrouded in a comfortable silence, disrupted only by the radio. “I think it’s just around this corner”, you said, pointing out of the front window.

JJ pulled up by the bar and came around to help you out of the car, causing you to laugh. “You don’t have to escort me in, J”, you told him lightly. “Why are you acting like an over-protective dad?”, you whispered to him in a giggle.

“Just trust me”, he told you, rolling his eyes softly.

You kept your arm looped through JJ’s as he walked you down the pavement. As you neared the entrance to the bar, you saw a figure standing outside, looking around nervously. That must be him.

“Harry?”, you asked. You turned to JJ, “I think there’s been a mistake. I’m supposed to be on a blind date”.

“Surprise, I think”, Harry said awkwardly, scratching his arm.

“Look after her, Harry”, JJ told him sternly. JJ dropped a kiss to the side of your forehead. “Call me or Simon if either of you need anything, yeah?”, he said before he turned and walked back to his car, leaving you and Harry alone.

“I promise I’ll say something, I think I’m just still trying to process what’s going on”, you laughed awkwardly, fiddling with the strap of your clutch in your hands.

“I can maybe clear things up over a drink? Simon’s paying”, Harry said lightly, reaching his hand out to you. You smiled and nodded, letting him take your hand in his and guide you into the bar.

Once you’d got your drinks, Harry lead you to the terrace garden out the back. It was decorated with flowers and muted fairy lights, making for quite the romantic atmosphere. Harry pulled the tall chair out for you and held his hand out to help you up before walking to the other side of the table and sitting opposite you.

“I - uh. Basically, I asked Simon’s advice on how to ask you out and he said that whenever he brought me up around you, you shut him down. So he came up with this idea. I totally get it if you want JJ to come back and pick you up after this drink, I just couldn’t not try... at least once”, Harry said, sounding dejected as he finished.

You put your hand over Harry’s that rested on the table. “I won’t be calling JJ, Harry. I’m over the moon to be here”, you told him with a smile. “I only kept shutting Simon down because he’s been trying to interfere since the day I landed in London. I was convinced that you wouldn’t like me so I just tried to... I don’t know... get over it, I guess”, you told him. You could feel the blush creeping up your cheeks as you spoke, hoping it wasn’t too obvious.

“Why wouldn’t I?”, Harry asked quietly, rubbing his fingers over the back of your hand absentmindedly as he did.

“Are you kidding? You’re part of one of the biggest youtube groups, have a successful youtube channel, you’ve been someone for so long. And I’m just... what? A newbie who got adopted by the big boys in London. I never thought you could”, you said, voice dropping to a whisper.

“Y/N, you’re amazing”, Harry boasted. “You’re an amazing streamer and your youtube content is quality. Okay so I’ve been uploading longer? And? It doesn’t mean anything, Y/N. And believe it or not, I like the you I see off camera, you know”, Harry said shyly.

“I guess I owe Simon an apology then”, you smiled at Harry, who took your hand in his.

[sunlightwoo]

wc: <1000

“You sobered up yet?” 

Your eyes glance over towards the person that was in the driver’s seat of the familiar car, and you give him a small smile, nodding in response as the bottles of water that you have consumed were finally starting to settle in. After an hour or so of just sitting at the beach with your head in your hands, you found yourself looking for his comfort as you don’t recall calling him whatsoever, but he was there.

“I’m sorry I troubled you to get here.” You whispered quietly, watching his eyes soften momentarily as he brushed the baby strands of hair out of way from your eyes gently and you could tell that he must’ve been awake the entire time considering there were bags under his eyes. 

Sunwoo thinks that it’s quite hysterical that he found himself in this position as well, knowing that you didn’t want to be anywhere close to him like you used to be, and he pities himself. He didn’t like that he still loved you as much as he had then, because his only resort was to push you away and hurt your feelings like he had did so the first time. 

The only difference was that earlier today, after your conversation the previous night at the same beach you were sitting at now, he had talked to Giwook and wanted out of whatever he had planned for you and Jacob. He wanted a clean slate, and the only way he could do that was to put a stop to what his plan was, and to make things right with you so that you can go back to how it was when you were both in love with each other. 

Just you two against the world. 

“You could never trouble me, Sunflower. It’s fine.” He mumbles quietly as you let out a quiet hum, feeling sobriety wash over you more and more as you look between him and the moonlight that was above you. 

You think of all the good moments of your relationship once again, wondering where it had gone wrong and why you couldn’t find anything to save it when part of it was your fault as well. There were things that you knew where it should’ve been left unsaid, but you also couldn’t forget the last few harsh words that he had mentioned before he had left first and it was one of the reasons why you couldn’t let go. 

“Can we go for just one round, bubs?” 

He looks at you surprised at the question that you had asked him, a wave of butterflies and nausea that fills his stomach because he hasn’t heard you call him by the nickname that you held only for him. Guilt instantly crawls up the back of his throat as he notices how the reflection of the full moon was shining right into your eyes, and he felt horrible because he wasn’t sure whether or not he should be the one to determine that. 

“Do you remember everything that you’ve been taught?” He questions, turning on the keys to his car once more as he was carefully watching your facial expression that turned more giddy because of the growing excitement to be behind the wheel again.

“I’m not rusty, trust me.” You grin, getting out of your side of the car and walking over towards his as he climbs over the console to where you were sitting earlier. 

And you were right. 

The night was filled with adrenaline and excitement running through your veins as you felt like the world was lifted off your shoulders for the time being. You had forgotten what it was like racing behind a nice car like Sunwoo’s, but it was something that you remember and enjoyed after the breakup with him when it had happened.

It wasn’t until probably a while later that you ended up in the arena that you saw him again over a month ago where your thoughts suddenly became jumbled once again as you looked to see Sunwoo already staring at you. You wanted to know where his thoughts were and whether or not they were with yours, but who were you to tell unless someone were to make the first move.

“Y/N?” 

Your eyes are instantly met with his as there were the signs of sincerity that you were unable to find all this time, and maybe this could be the change that you’d been waiting for from him. If this was the time that you were finally letting go and giving in, your mind wondered if you were going to get hurt in the end, and you weren’t sure how you would cope with it this time around in the case that you let him do it again.

“What are we?” He quietly whispers to you, as if it were a shared secret to you both, and to you it might as well be a secret considering the fact that you shouldn’t be with him at the moment. 

But here you were in this position once again, contemplating what you wanted to be with him, because you knew that friends that were in that situation don’t kiss each other for fun.

“I think we’ve crossed the line past friends…  Because even though you’re no good for me, we somehow always end up in the same place with each other, and I think that’s where we can call it a home, if we let it.”

UNDER THE SPOTLIGHT: RIDE ALONG

chapter fifteen: just one round

a/n: hehe last five chapters :) as a way to celebrate the end, i’ll be uploading these daily since it’s the last five anyways :)) plus the prequel to sunflower and sunwoo’s story comes out this week so stay tuned :)

summary: you think that the situation you’ve gotten yourself into was hysterical since being at a race track was not your ideal plan on a friday night. in fact, it was even more hysterical that you happen to meet the playboy of your campus that’s known to be one of the most talented racers that night also, the same person that you remember from a one summer ago.

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We started as a spark. PART 1.

David Dastmalchian x Fem!Reader

Hellooo guys! So i’m back for the official Part 1. I’m glad so many of you enjoyed the Prologue, it’s really appreciated. I don’t know at what frequency exactly i’ll be able to upload because i’m in college - you know the drill with college lol fml - and i’ll probably get busier and busier as the week goes by, but i’ll keep you posted as much as i can! As usual, if you have any criticism or anything, just let me know.

Enjoy! 

Rating: 18+

Warnings, i’ll probably add more as i go: slow burn, foul language. 

Inspired by the song False Alarm by Matoma & Becky Hills.

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I hear a knock on the door and I open my eyes a little bit. I turn around, hide under my blanket and close my eyes again. I can feel myself dozing off again and I hear another knock, louder this time. After a sign of despair, I get up and stumble to my front door, not entirely awake yet. I open it and see a red-haired man walking right through it. I groan. Here comes the legendary Steve Agee with his early morning attitude. 

‘I’ve been waiting for 15 minutes downstairs.’  

‘How come Richard let you through?’ 

‘The man at the lobby? I told him your darkest deepest secret to prove I knew you and he let me through. Now get dressed, we’re gonna be late.’ Steve commands. 

‘Late for what?’ I ask, apparently confused.  

He frowns at me and tilts his head a bit. After a couple of seconds, it hit me. 

‘Aw fuck the table read!’ I scream as I run to my room.  

‘Nice PJ by the way.’ 

I mutter a ‘Fuck you’ under my breath as I search for something decent to wear to our first table read. I put on something quite simple – black leggings and a white T-shirt – and grab my phone on my bedside table. One text from my mom, eight missed calls from Steve and one text from – oh my god – David.  

‘I reserved a seat for you and Steve right next to me. You’re welcome.’ 

I can’t help but smile. I first met David a month ago when James – James Gunn – decided to organize something at his place so the crew could get to know each other. To my biggest surprise, David and I hit it off immediately. But if I’m being honest with myself, it does not help the huge attraction I have for him.  

‘Are you coming or not?’ Steve yells while jingling his car keys.  

‘Oh my god, I hope you got us coffee before you got here because you’re insufferable right now!’ I yell back. 

_

I take a sip of my coffee as I look out through the window.  

‘Sorry for making us late.’ I say calmer than earlier. 

‘Don’t you have an assistant to help you keep track of all that?’ Steve points out.  

‘Yep. Might fire him.’  

Steve parks the car and I get out of it, coffee in hand. I gaze at the building, and I see the Warner Bros logo at the top of it. I look at my phone and see we’re only ten minutes late, which is not so bad. Chances are we’re not gonna be the only ones late. We enter the building and I follow Steve, who knows this place much better than I do. We arrive in front of door 171 and he opens it for me like the gentlemen that he is. With a loud bang, the door closes behind us and everybody turns around to stare at us. 

‘Hey.’ I say with an apologetic tone.  

‘Have you, at least, brought coffee for everyone?’ James chuckles. 

I mouth a sincere ‘Sorry’ as I look around for my place. I see David in the corner waving at me and Steve. He smiles at me as I sit next to him, and I can feel my face getting a little bit hotter. I really need to calm down. I can’t let him have this much effect on me. 

‘Did you get lost?’ he whispers to me. 

‘Worse than that. I forgot.’ I whisper back and he chuckles a bit.  

He hands me a copy of the script and we finally begin our first table read for The Suicide Squad. James shares with us his thoughts about most parts of the movie, some information we need to know about the underlying messages and all the important dates we need to know about the productions. After a few hours of reading and re-reading some parts, we leave the room and the first I do is lean against the wall in the corridor, holding my rumbling stomach.  

‘Are you pregnant or something?’ Steve said in his mocking tone. 

‘Fuck off, Steve.’ 

He laughs. Being very vocal about not wanting kids, he knows it annoys the shit out of me when he makes those kinds of comments. But since I’ve known him for years and we became good friends, it just became – in a way – a running gag between us. And maybe because most of my attempts at the relationship thing failed because of the baby thing and he knows all about it. He’s an asshole and I love him for that. 

‘All jokes aside, wanna grab a bite? You look like shit.’ 

‘You look like shit.’ I smile at him, and he smiles back, ‘but yeah, we should. Coffee only diet is not good.’ 

‘Wait here. I’ll ask David if he wants to come with us.’ 

Hearing his name makes me a bit weak. I see Steve walking away from me to join another group of the crew a bit farther in the corridor. I lean my head against the wall, and I close my eyes. I’ve only seen David face to face a few times this last month – and never completely alone – so I’m not really used to having him around me yet. Our brand-new friendship mainly developed from the fact that we realized from the get-go we had a lot of things in common and we shared those interests via text messages. You know, Youtube videos and memes as any friends would do. Let’s put the emphasis on the word friends here since, you know, we’re gonna be weeks long together filming and stuff. 

‘Well, hello Clarice.’ 

I smirk at the nickname and open my eyes to see David looking at me with a grin. Since he’s learned that I’m a huge fan of The Silence of the Lambs - and of horror movies in general – he's been calling me Clarice or Miss Sterling from time to time.  

‘Doctor Lecter.’ I say as professionally as possible which makes both of us laugh. 

‘Stop playing around kids, I’m hungry let’s go!’ Steve exclaims. 

_

‘Uh-huh, I can’t agree with that, I’m sorry but -’ I say while chewing on my burger. 

‘Oh my god, really?’ David replies, interrupting me. 

‘Let me explain,’’ I swallow my bite and wave at them to calm down before I continue, ‘look, I do think George Lucas was right to change a few things about his original Star Wars movies since we do have better VFX and CGI for it now. It doesn’t change anything story wise so who cares?’ 

‘Unbelievable.’ David simply said under his breath. 

‘Okay, that’s enough. I don’t care, I’m gonna say it: I’m ashamed to be your friend.’ Steve dead-pan comments. 

‘I have every right to say it and I’m gonna say it goddamn it! George was right!’ I exclaim. 

Both take their faces in their own hands, and I can’t help but chuckle as a sip my milkshake. There’s nothing like creating pure chaos with Star Wars fans. I let them try to explain to me how wrong I was, and I continue eating, amuse. As I am looking at Steve explaining a deep theory about the Star Wars universe, I see from the corner of my eyes that David is glancing at me. I subtly look in his direction and he immediately turn his stare away when our eyes connect. I smirk and turn my attention back to Steve.  

‘So, anyway, that’s why you’re wrong.’ Steve says as a matter of fact. 

‘Sure buddy.’ I laugh.  

Steve rolls his eyes and looks at his phone. He sighs, gets up and puts some cash money on the table. 

‘Gotta go. I have a meeting with some friends for a photography session. You guys have fun.’  

We wave him goodbye and in just a few seconds, he was gone. I turn my attention to David, and it hit me. It’s officially the first time we’re completely alone. Completely, not really, we’re still in a public place but there’s no Steve or no James to keep the conversation going. I’ve never struggled with small talk or any talking really, but somehow, it’s the first time in my entire life where I’m legitimately concerned about me not knowing what to say or what to do.  

‘I didn’t know you were such a drama queen about Star Wars’ I say to David, trying to mock him a bit. 

‘I thought they were called public nuisance now?’  

I let out a sincere laugh, ‘In no way whatsoever you could be a public nuisance.’ 

‘I will take that as a compliment’ he says with a lovely smile. 

Fuck, this friendship is gonna be hard to deal with.  

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Ask Answers: January 28th, 2021 (Part 1)

And we’re back with many more ask answers! Thank you for waiting.

Is lizzie/the main character tripping over a rock a random event in barbecue? or does it require certain choices? i picked the same choices in multiple different playthroughs but ended up with three different outcomes (1. nothing happens 2. liz trips 3. i trip)

Yep! It’s completely random. Just a little moment of life you don’t have control over, haha.

wait just double checking you stated that derek would be another romantic interest you can pursue in step 4 right??? im just asking cuz hes my fav character 

oh wait and btw i was the one that asked the question about derek being in the step 4 just now, and will you have to pay extra for like a dlc or something bc i play the free version rn and i just wanted to check!! 

Yeah, you will eventually be able to romance him, but unfortunately it is a paid DLC. Cove is the only love interest who’s entirely free-to-play. You can  follow our social media for when we giveaways for a chance to win a key for it, though.

i know that y’all said the step 3 dlc and step 4 will be released early 2021, is there any update to that? for example, a rough amount of days/weeks until release? no pressure at all, i’m super excited!! <3 

The Step 3 DLC will be about in maybe two-two and half months or so. Step 4, we’re not entirely sure. Maybe a few months after the Step 3. We don’t want to give set dates until we’re really close to the release since otherwise we wouldn’t be able to 100% guarantee them.

First off love the game. Second I'm a little confused on how the nsfw dlc is gonna work. Because based on some stuff you've said it sounds like a patreon only thing and others make me think it could be an itch/steam thing after the fact? Would you mind clarifying for me 😅. Also if it's a patreon only thing do you need to become one before it's released? 

It’s not going to be on Steam/Itch. The actual game of Our Life is safe for teens with no adult content. Any 18+ stuff we’re releasing is separate bonus content. Right now the only for sure plan is having it available through Patreon. If there’s another hosting site that’s not Steam or Itch that’d be easier for people than Patreon we might consider uploading it there too, but nothing else is set.

If you want the bonus Moment you’d have to join once it’s already out or sometime after the release. Joining now would get you our current rewards, but wouldn’t get you future content that’s coming later.

this is probably an awkward question and i apologize, feel free not to answer, but i just wanted to address the elephant in the room....will step 4 acknowledge covid/2020 world events?? i kind of hope not bc i'd like to just exist in a fictional version of the world where things are happy in this quaint seaside town and the world isn't falling apart, but i'd understand if there are some references to it. just thought i'd ask so i can Prepare if that makes sense

Step 4 isn’t going to include Covid or even reference it. When we set Step 4 in that year we definitely didn’t know there’d be a global pandemic during it. It’s too late to move the timeframe earlier or later, but we’re not going to make Step 4 stressful for anyone because the real world became so much more stressful. The universe of Our Life will just be an even more idealized place than it was before.

hiiiii! i'm really sorry if this is a bother. i was just curious if cove has a canon setting for each step, like is it canon that he stays candid the whole game and is super sporty for instance and the rest are variations? thank you for your time!

None of those settings are canon. They’re all equally valid.

I love the game and Cove so much that I ended up spending most of the holidays playing it. Definitely worth it! Idk if you're taking suggestions/criticisms, but I chose the peach skin tone and seeing it written as "my peach skin" in the game broke immersion for me because I kept thinking it was referring to the fruit instead of my skin color. I think that skin color is most commonly referred to as "fair" but "peachy" or "rosy" would work too if you're looking for a different word 

Thank you for sharing your experience. We’ll change it to “peachy” in the next update!

So I accidentally overwrote a save file with a different one, is there any way I can recover that save? 

Sadly, there isn’t. Not unless you had a backup of the actual save file files in a separate location you can get. I’m really sorry. You can try using the skip feature to quickly speed through the game and get back to where you were though.

Do you try to maintain the color scheme for the clothing throughout the years in Our Life? 

Yes, though in hindsight not as much as I wished I did, haha. It could’ve been a little more cohesive. It was a bit too broad in my opinion.

I noticed that Cliff mentions he wasn’t much older than Cove before finding out he was going to be a father when he finds MC in bed with Cove during Part 3 so doesn’t that Cliff and Kyra were teenage/young parents? 

Yeah, Cliff was nineteen and Kyra was eighteen when Cove was born. They were just a couple of kids.

Does Cove have a favourite holiday? 

It changes depending on the year. Around Step 1 he’s not a huge fan of a lot of holidays because he’s not together with his whole family for them. But once he’s older and Kyra comes around more, he starts appreciating major family holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas more than other holidays because he knows how it feels not to have that. Though summer vacation is of course his most favorite all the time, if that counts as a “holiday”.

I tried to join your patreon but I can’t seem to? The website keeps saying something went wrong and to try again. 

I’m sorry you’re having trouble! I think contacting Patreon support would probably be the best option if the joining process itself is having issues.

How much is it to become a part of your Patreon? I don’t have a lot of money currently but would love to help you out more than just buying the games and dlcs. 

Aw, I appreciate you wanting to support but the Patreon is really optional. You don’t need to push yourself to join if you don’t have extra funds for it. To still answer the question, the tiers are $1, $5, $10, $15, and $20 in USD. Each come with different perks.

I had this idea for a future daughter for the MC and Cove being named "Poppy", after the flowers on their hill~

That’s a really sweet idea! I’m sure Cove would be a fan.

So if you don't mind me asking, how do you get Cove to propose to you in Step 4 and not the other way around? 

I’m afraid that’d be too big of a spoiler to give away before the epilogue’s release, at least in terms of specifics. Generally you’ll just have to be patient and try not to propose first, haha.

will we get to move in with cove in step 4 😮?? or is that a secret 

You can be living together with Cove in Step 4! Though you wouldn’t get to see the place itself. That’s up to your imagination.

Is it bad that I'm completely in love with Cove's dad... What I gotta pay to romance Cliff 😭 (I don't mean as Jamie because that would be wack) 

That’ll cost one million 20 twenty dollar bills, haha. I’m really glad you like him, though sadly we aren’t able to make a separate game where you can romance Cliff. I wish we had enough time to make tons of new scenes/extra stories in the Our Life world, but it just takes too long. Maybe people will make fanworks about it.

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The previous night, Chloe and Chat had been standing on the table, arms wrapped around each other as they screamed for the help of the other house members.

Rena, the only person home at the time, had run in. Her brown eyes were wide and frantic as she looked around for some kind of threat.

“What?! What is it?! Why’re you --?!”

“Roach!” Said Chat, his voice high. “Kill it!”

Instead of killing it like the two had hoped, she screeched and immediately jumped for the safety of the table.

Except… it was a table. And it definitely wasn’t made to hold the weight of three fully grown adults. It collapsed under their weight.

This wasn’t their main concern, though, because she sat up and looked around for the roach, only to find that it wasn’t where she’d last spotted it.

“Where did it go?! Who has eyes on it?!”

“Run!”

The three of them scrambled from the room as quickly as they possibly could, shoving each other around in attempts to be the first to the maybe-safety of the living room. They got up on the couch after brief scans to check for the roach and none of them relaxed until they were completely sure the roach hadn’t followed them into the room.

And then they all tensed up again because they realized what they’d done.

Ladybug and Carapace were going to kill them.

(Well, Ladybug was going to kill them, Carapace would just give them the Exasperated Dad Sigh and tell them how he wasn’t mad just disappointed which was WAY worse and --!)

“We’re screwed,” mumbled Chat, hugging his knees to his chest as tears threatened to spill from the corners of his eyes.

Chloe rested her head in her hands. “I just got back to normal after all the salsa, I can’t handle another one of their passive-aggressive punishments.”

There was a beat before the couch shifted. Chloe peeked through her fingers to see Rena was pacing around, trying to think.

“Listen, they can only get mad if they find out. Chat, you go out and see if you can find a new table. Chloe and I are going to try and see if we can fix it.”

They all looked at each other, considering their options. They figured it was better than nothing, might as well try.

He took a shaky breath to steel himself and then nodded. He got up and grabbed the envelope with their monthly allowance from Fu before beginning his mission.

The women were left to rebuild a table.

It… might have worked. They were using glue to try and make it harder to see and they managed to put all the pieces together in a way that made them look more or less like normal. Sure, there were a lot of cracks, but Ladybug and Carapace were sleep deprived pretty much at all times, they probably wouldn’t notice.

Rena set the centerpiece -- a vase of flowers -- in the center of the table and they held their breath as they waited for the table to break under the little weight.

It didn't!

They breathed a sigh of relief.

It collapsed.

Chloe stared at the pile that had once been their table. “Hopefully, Chat managed to find a table.”

“I’ll clean,” said Rena.

Chloe shook her head and waved her hands vaguely. This got a confused look from the other woman, but only for a few moments before a swarm of bees floated down the stairs and started working together to carry pieces out the open window and to the dumpster.

“... you’ve been able to help clean the house this whole time and you’ve never once offered.”

“Never bothered me before,” explained Chloe, grinning at the obviously annoyed miraculous holder.

Thankfully, Rena didn’t have enough time to strangle her properly before they heard Chat yelling for help getting the table inside.

They walked out and looked at the table and exchanged worried glances. It was obviously different, the quality of the wood was way better than the first table (who knows, this one might have actually been able to withstand all of their weights). The color was also slightly off, which wasn’t great.

“It was... the closest... I could find,” he said through pants.

Chloe wondered, vaguely, how far he had dragged it.

“They’re gonna know,” said Rena.

“They’re... not going to know,” argued Chat, though it seemed like he was only trying to reassure himself.

Rena pinched the bridge of her nose. “They’re going to know.”

“... how would they know?”

Chloe leveled him with a cold stare. “They have eyes.”

The three of them all looked at the table with dejected expressions before Rena snapped her fingers.

“I’ve got it: tablecloth. We need a tablecloth.”

Chloe took off in the direction of a store without another word.

~

They laid the tablecloth on top of the table and then set the vase down. This table didn’t break, it would have been weird if it had, but that didn’t stop the women from taking a step back before they sighed in relief.

They heard the doorknob jingle and Carapace curse outside as he fetched his keys and the three looked at each other with wide eyes.

Act natural.

They scrambled to the living room for the second time that night (or, rather, the second time in twenty four hours, since it was now daybreak). Chat booted up a game on the console. She grabbed the controllers. Rena took a seat on the arm of the couch and allowed a mischievous smile to grace her face (she’d been fighting it almost all day).

The impulse control stepped in and seemed to instantly figure out something was wrong…

But apparently patrols had tired them out, because they didn’t say anything as they went to join them.

~

Ladybug looked at the tablecloth for a few moments before she turned to give Chloe a questioning look.

Chloe sent her her brightest smile. “I thought it would look nice.”

The miraculous holder blinked.

“I… I suppose it doesn’t look bad…?”

“Of course not, I chose it.”

This pulled Ladybug’s attention away from the table, if only temporarily, and Chloe only smiled wider at the eyeroll she was sent.

~

Carapace raised his eyebrows as he picked up the envelope. He slowly pulled the money out and looked around at the unlucky pair who happened to be in the room.

She met Chat’s eyes. Had he really forgotten to put back the money for the table?

He gave her a sheepish smile.

She scoffed a little and then turned to look at Carapace, who had a shockingly calculated expression on his face as he looked at the money.

And then he sighed. “That was one expensive tablecloth.”

Chloe’s forehead beaded with sweat. Time to lean into her rich kid-ness and hope that was enough to convince him. “Is that so? I hadn’t thought it was that bad. Should I pay it back?”

He sighed again. “No. It’s fine, we have enough for the month, it’s just… talk to me before you buy anything? You, too, Chat. Both of you have no concept of money.”

They both nodded their understanding and Carapace left to go grocery shopping.

She relaxed, her head tipping back against the chair. They had gotten away with it.

~

Chloe hummed as she considered the two video ideas.

The first video was the edited down footage of when she’d gone shopping with Rena and Ladybug and all the dumb things people had said to them while they thought they were cosplayers. It was a fun video and she was actually kind of proud of it.

The other was a video of her calling people out for the dumb things they did. It was on brand and what she was going to devote her entire account to it, because Parisians had… let’s call them ‘interesting’ thought processes. (Also, she liked calling people stupid. Sue her.)

She drummed her fingers on the keyboard as if they would type out an answer for her, then reluctantly came to her conclusion: she should make her debut video representative of her account so people knew what they were signing up for when they followed her.

… but she would also upload the ‘cosplay’ video the next day. For fun.

~

Time to film.

Chloe rested her head on her hand, glaring at the camera.

“Hey, Paris. Queen Bee here to call you out because none of the people I live with have the balls to do it.”

Her lip barely twitched at the quiet whine of protest that Rena made, but apparently she didn’t care enough to look up from her cleaning.

“Listen, if you’re scared of walking home alone and you happen to see one of us on patrols, wave us down. I know you’re all worried and you think it isn’t our jobs to help you, and you’d be right… if our jobs didn’t hinge on everyone in Paris being mentally stable.”

“We’d rather take a few minutes out of our days to walk -- or even carry -- you home than spend half an hour or more fighting you off as an akuma.”

“And, hey, if an akuma does happen to crop up we’ll take you to the nearest akuma shelter. One less civilian to worry about, right?”

She smiled now. “Stop being stupid. Thanks!”

She turned off the video and looked up to see Rena giving her an odd look.

Chloe scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “What? Are you surprised I’m a nice person...?”

The word ‘too’ died on her tongue.

Rena slowly shook her head. “I don’t think you’re nice.”

Oh. Okay. Ow.

An angry buzz started under her skin, but Rena held up a hand to stop her before she could say anything.

“Let me explain. I think you’re kind, but you’re not nice.”

Now it was Chloe’s turn to give her a confused look, the buzz lowering to a dull thrum. What does that even mean?

Rena was off cleaning another room before Chloe even thought to ask her.

~

The next video started out shaky because the phone hadn’t had a stable place to rest.

The camera focused until people could make out Rena, in her costume, talking to a person who’d been carefully blurred. The both of them were clearly excited about something, waving their hands around wildly as they spoke, but the cameraperson had to get closer for anyone to understand what they were saying.

“-- always wondered whether or not Queen Bee and Ladybug actually need the wings or if they’re just for show,” the stranger was saying.

“Too coordinated for it to be fake wings,” said Rena with a shake of her head. “They’re real. I wonder if they have to watch their weight to make sure they can still fly.”

“But then wouldn’t they be easier for akumas to hit around --?”

The camera panned to Chloe’s deadpan expression. “You can believe that Ladybug can create anything she wants with her yoyo but the problem is her wings?”

The camera cut.

Now the viewers were looking at Ladybug, who was smiling at what was obviously a little kid due to all the pink in her outfit. She had lifted the polka dotted red part of her dress up manually to reveal the shimmering wings in question.

“They’re so shiny! What’re they made of?”

Ladybug smiled and knelt down so the kid could reach out and touch her wings. “I’m gonna let you in on a secret --” The audio was temporarily muted to hide the name. “I’m actually Ladybug.”

“No way!” She yelled in her excitement. (Rena stiffened in the background.) “Are you really --?”

Ladybug held a finger to her lips. “Shhhh! It’s a secret, remember?”

The kid lowered her voice to what basically amounted to a stage-whisper. “Are you really Ladybug?!”

Ladybug smiled and nodded her head. “Yeah, but don’t tell anyone, okay?”

The girl gave her a salute.

The next few cuts were just Chloe taking pictures with people. Why was she doing that when their faces were blurred for privacy? Because her hair and makeup had looked really good that day and she was proud, dang it!

The next cut was to Rena and a new guy, though the viewers wouldn’t be able to tell until they heard a distinctly different voice:

“Your outfit is really good, but you got the shading wrong. The orange is lighter than that.”

Rena stared at him for five seconds, jaw slack, eyes wide. The next five seconds were spent opening and closing her mouth without sound coming out. And then she finally got a hold of herself.

“Okay,” she said, apparently too stunned to even be sarcastic about it.

The last cut had all three miraculous holders in frame, they were talking to someone offscreen.

“Who do you guys ship?”

The three of them had looked at each other awkwardly and then Rena’s face split into a mischievous grin.

“If we’re going on who has the most chemistry, I’d have to say QueenBug.”

A blush spread across Ladybug’s cheeks and she made a move like she was going to bury her face in Chloe’s shoulder before she thought better of it and rested her face in her hands instead.

(If anyone had noticed the steady warming of Chloe’s face, no they didn’t.)

The woman they were talking to sounded confused: “QueenBug? I always heard people calling it ChloeBug.”

Chloe tried not to laugh at Ladybug’s clear distress, but she couldn’t help but tease her a little bit. “ChloeBug? QueenBug? I thought it was LadyBee.”

Rena had no such reservations against laughing. “Whatever the ship name, it’s pretty popular.”

“Of course it is, they team up the most. And did you see that thirst trap prank video? If they’re not dating, I’d eat my shoe,” said the woman who had a shoe in her future.

Ladybug, who was still bright red but had gained back some of her functionality now, whispered: “I thought we were called The Lovebugs.”

The video zoomed in on the stunned faces of Rena and Chloe individually before cutting out.

~~~

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Mirror Selfies, Fake Hickeys, and Cheetos... And Lots of Make Out Sheesh

3.3k words

written and uploaded: August 27, 2020

🦋 - fluff

🌙 - angst...? Idek now honestly lmao

💎 - smut, well just lots of make out sheesh

Please like and reblog! Also please don't post my writings anywhere!

Have y'all heard "Half The World Away"? This piece could have been a song fic since it's about being best friends but I've already wrote like half of this when I got the idea and this is in your POV so I'll be doing a song fic soon! And it's about HTWA! in Harry's POV on my 2nd month!

Masterlist

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You checked out your outfit one last time in front of your full body mirror - smoothing out those little wrinkles and making sure that your chosen clothes emphasizes your body in the most flattering way. My butt's poppin!, you thought to yourself.

The attire of your choice wasn't entirely revealing, wearing a white sailor pants with eight gold buttons in front - four on each sides, a sheer laced white sleeveless bodysuit that plunges just enough to show a bit of your cleavage, and white pumps. You look elegant in your opinion but not elegant enough to not get hit on in a club.

You're not trying to empress anyone but you also don't wanna look like you just got out of bed on your cousin's party. You decided not to wear any makeup - just some eyeliner and lip gloss, your hair parted in the middle in a low tight ponytail. You added a few gold accessories to accent everything.

You're sure that the club's packed and you're gonna get sweaty, you don't want any makeup to ruin your white clothes. Keeping your fingers crossed that you can keep everything clean and intact throughout the night.

Natural and elegant. Keep it natural and elegant, your mums words keeps replaying in your head.

You took your phone out from your purse that's laying on the dresser - opening the camera app and posing for a couple of mirror shots but only having three of your favorite - one doing a very cheeky pose by smiling big at the mirror while winking, your other hand doing the 'gun'; one looking sweet and shy, looking at the mirror with your eyes wide while holding a strand of your hair as if you're a child being handed your favorite sweet treat; and one looking sexy and seductive, putting your pointer finger on your lip as if biting on it as you look straight into the camera through your mirror.

Giggling to yourself after checking out the photos, you opened the messages app next and clicked on your conversation with your best friend Harry.

"Think it passed the "okay" looking?", you typed...

And sent!

You found him attractive but vowed to not cross any lines but you're feeling extra brave tonight so you also sent him the one where you looked really really hot - in your opinion.

Honestly, you'd say you're tall but not tall enough to rock a sailor pants the way Harry does but to your surprise, you looked rather ravishing tonight.

Your best friend of 2 years gifted you these pants as a joke as you always teased him about wearing one so one night he brought you these pants and said, "you better at least look okay in it" but now jokes on him. You thought that those three pictures will do the honors of mocking him.

As you're locking your front door, you hear your phone notification - a new message from "Sugar Baby :<", an inside joke that you used as Harry's contact name.

"Who was I kidding, you look good in anything. Take care and don't forget our plans tomorrow!", the message said, quickly responding with two frog emojis, you locked your phone.

---

The club really is packed but your cousin had this private booth for everyone so it's all good. You partied like a college student with your cousin and her other friends, managing to not ruin your clothes despite of everyone's clumsiness.

You don't remember much besides drinking and dancing and talking and laughing and kissing this guy - Austin. He was one of those guys that looks like they modeled for some clothing magazine - an underwear apparel perhaps.

It didn't get far with Austin, you mostly just danced and made out but you're also not sure since you're too drunk to comprehend anything. The last thing you remember was you saying goodbye to your cousin and Austin getting you a cab then you're back to your house.

You didn't remember if you paid the driver more than the real rate but you didn't care, you're too excited to try this hairstyle you saw on one of your cousin's friend.

Opening your front door and locking it after you got in, you kicked off your heels and got a bottled water on the fridge to bring to your room. Everything looks blurry but the digital clock on your bedside table reads 2:13 AM.

The last thing you remember was removing your almost non-existent makeup after changing your clothes and sitting on your dresser.

---

You woke up on your bed feeling light-headed but at the same time feeling like you have 10 pounds of rock on top of it. You noticed that you're laying on your bed wearing your worn out college shirt, some underwear and a tiny pair of shorts. Your blinds shut all the way and your clock reading 9:48 AM.

Freaking out, you remembered your plans with your best friend today. Scrambling out of your bed to your bathroom, you brushed your teeth and washed your face thanking the heavens for giving you enough time to change out of your clothes last night - which is now on your hamper near your bathroom door - and cleaning your face properly.

You also noticed that your hair is properly styled - your hair's upper half's sectioned into three then braided to meet in the middle, while the half down's curled into waves.

You left the bathroom and went to your dresser to check your phone. You saw that your hair curler is still plugged but turned off - quickly unplugging it - and your other hair styling supplies laid on your dresser.

You head is still pounding as you look through your messages and missed calls. None of them from "Sugar Baby :<". Sighing, you racked your mind as much as you can to remember why your hair is styled this way and why hasn't your best friend called, maybe he got called in the studio last-minute, your mind told you.

Shaking your head, you slowly opened your door to strut down to your kitchen to eat some breakfast and take some Advil to at least ease your headache.

You were about to put some cereal on your bowl when Harry appeared out of nowhere startling you, a few bits of your corn flakes now scattered on your table.

"Mornin' sleepy head", Harry chuckles, greeting you with a teasing smile as if to mock you for mocking him last night when you're the one who's hammered right now. You looked at him with scarred eyes then pulling your eyebrows together as if questioning him.

"You gave me a spare key, remember. Knew you'd be hung over so I didn't woke you up, just let myself in. Was in the washroom when you got down.", he said answering your unvoiced question, "oh I also got you some waffles from your favorite diner, it's in the living room.", you only smiled at him as a sign of gratitude.

You started cleaning up your mess when you heard him speak once again, "wild night huh?", Harry teases you.

You looked up to meet his eyes, "Huh? What're you talking 'bout?", you asked in your morning voice, only having to talk right now for the first time.

"Huh? What are you talking about?", Harry failed miserably on trying to copy your voice, you only laughed at him. "C'mon love, don't be shy now!", he added.

You shake your head at him and looked down, "I really don't know what you're talking about...", you kept your head down as your tried to think of everything that happened last night that might connect to what Harry was saying.

"So you're telling me nobody tried to hit on you with THAT outfit last night?", he joked.

"Uh well someone did but nothing happened, I swear, so please just tell me what is it. My head hurts when I try to think."

Harry took his phone from his pocket and gave it to you, the camera app opened. You can see your tired looking face on the screen, "look at your neck, you got three.", Harry explained.

Trying to find what he's talking about, you moved your hair away from your neck and saw it. Three bruises on your neck, a hickey perhaps? One below your right ear, one just above your left collarbone, and one in the middle of your neck.

"Oh...", was the only thing you said as you further examined the bruises and giving the phone back to Harry. You're sure that Austin didn't leave a mark then you realized something.

At first it looked like a love mark but when you looked closely to it, you'd realize that it's a burn - your hair curler burn. After realizing it, the events after you went home last night came rushing back making you hold your head.

You remember everything from changing your clothes, to removing your make up, to sitting on your dresser and clumsily trying this hair style you saw on the party and managing to burn yourself more than usual as you curl your hair, then going to bed after you gave up by turning off the curler.

Looking back at it, your hair style and burns doesn't look that awful for some drunk fella doing it. And for some reason, you don't want to tell your best friend the truth so you just shrugged it off as you finished cleaning up your mess.

You can feel his eyes burning on your neck as you rounded the table and giving him a hug, "thank you for the food.", you said and went to plop down on your couch in the living room, leaving H astounded and confused.

You started opening the take out boxes that contains your waffles and some other breakfast as Harry opened your T.V. and launched Netflix.

The silence was nice for your head with only a few laughs here and there as you both watched and eat some breakfast but Harry was unusually very quiet, not making any remarks at all.

You decided to ask him later and finished off your food, Harry already done with his a few minutes ago. You stood up the couch and took your trash to the kitchen then taking some pain reliever for your head before going back to the living room.

When you went back to Harry, he was just looking absent-mindedly on the television so you sat really close to him and took his right arm so you can tuck yourself beside him, bringing back his arms but this time around your body.

"What's the matter?", you asked as you looked up at him, the medicine already taking its effect making you less dizzy.

"Just tired love.", he said not looking down at you. You only nodded and never thought much about it and looked back to the show you both were watching while caressing his hands that's laying near your tummy.

A few more minutes on the movie, you called out his name, "Harry, I can tell something's bothering you...", you whispered.

Harry being Harry, whipped his head so fast that your lips accidentally touched in a peck. Sighing, he moved his head away from yours, "later.", was the only thing he said, not giving you any explanation.

You knew that the sigh wasn't because of the accidental kiss. You've shared a kiss or two before when you were both drunk or accidentally kissed like this so it wasn't new but it didn't stop you from running your tongue throughout your lower lips when he wasn't looking.

He was acting really strange. He's always really affectionate and flirty when it comes towards you so - always mocking you or telling you jokes and distracting you most of the time by tickling you as you cuddle with him - so you know that something's bothering him right now.

He looked at you when you started to move away from him, only for you to straddle his lap and hug him, something you usually do when he's feeling down.

Yes, it doesn't look like something best friends would do but you both became really comfortable enough around each other to do this.

The show long forgotten as you tended your Harry, running your hands through his hair as you pecked his hairline repeatedly. Harry had his head on your neck as he holds you tight against his body, his two big hands covering almost all of your back.

You don't know how much time has passed but you didn't mind until you felt Harry's hand going at the back of your neck, finger tips felt like he's tickling your skin but you didn't make a huge deal out of it.

Your legs now feeling a bit numb so you adjusted yourself on his lap, Harry's head snapping back to you, "stop moving, Y/N.", he said sternly and you whispered an apology. You knew how much he hated it when you two cuddled and you can't stop moving.

He just put his head back to your neck again and for a few minutes everything is peaceful until you felt ticklish on the spot where Harry's head's placed but you refrained from moving, not wanting to upset him any further.

The movement was barely there for a few minutes until you can firmly feel his lips kissing and licking your neck, "H-harry, wh-what are you d-doing?", you tried to push him away but he only hold you closer, your moans threatening to spill as he continues his movements.

You then felt him suck and bit on your neck, a movement you knew will give you a mark - Harry's mark, and then you realized that where he's doing it is the spot where you burned yourself.

You cannot stop yourself from finally gripping his hair to push his head more towards your neck, both of you moaning a bit.

"What're we doing?", you panted heavily as Harry moved his head, probably heading towards your other burn below your ear.

His mouth working deliciously on your skin making your stomach churn and making you grind on him in return, moaning in delight.

"I'm just making sure that those marks are now MY marks.", Harry looked up to you with droopy eyes then went back to marking you.

"I- bu-", you couldn't form any coherent word, let alone a sentence so you just let your best friend mark you as much as he wanted.

You know it's wrong and that you vowed not to cross any line but his lips just felt too good on your skin to stop it.

You gripped his hair tightly making Harry moan as he marked you on the thrid spot, the middle of your neck, one of your sweet spots - and you think Harry noticed as your moans and whimpers of his name got louder making him suck harder.

You grounded you hips on his, feeling him get hard. You yanked his hair away from your neck and met his lips in a hot steamy kiss. His hands now on your hips, helping you move your hips against his.

Moans, pants and whimpers was all you can hear around the living room until you pulled away.

"I- Harry what are we thinking?!", your frustration is heard and can be seen on your face, your lips swollen and your neck red and starting to bruise from Harry's earlier assault.

Harry throw his head back on the couch, "fuck! 'M so sorry love! I- I always- fuck! I just, was so jealous of the guy I couldn't contain my possessiveness and you're not even mine!"

You only looked at him surprised, "I-", you didn't finish your sentence as you went back to kiss him again which took Harry by surprise but eagerly kissed you back.

"It was a burn.", you panted against Harry's lips.

He pulled away, looking at you confused, "what?".

"Nothing happened last night, we only made out, it wasn't hickeys, it was hair curler burns...", you explained blushing.

He put his hands on your arms, caressing it lightly, "why didn't you tell me?"

"Dunno", you shrugged, "guess I wanted to know how you'd react, make you jealous maybe...", you looked down ashamed of yourself, feeling so small under his gaze.

Harry only laughed as he run his fingers along his marks, "well it worked. Got really jealous, love.", he said and angled your face to meet his eyes. "Liked you since forever and I was jealous, thought he got to take THAT outfit off of you last night...", Harry murmured, his ears looking red out of embarrassment making you feel a bit better.

"Liked you since forever too... and good thing I went home alone, huh?", you teased Harry, ruffling his hair a bit and putting both of your hands on his shirt clad chest.

"He still got to kiss you..."

"Well then guess you got a lot of making up to do!", with that you kissed him again, hungrily. Until he pulled away.

"Cheetos.", Harry said then went back to kissing you again but you're too confused to continue.

"H, what?"

"Those three pictures last night...", he kissed down your neck as he continued, "Cheetos, salsa-queso for the one where you looked cute and cheesy...", slowly going back up, "the sweetos Cheetos - the cinnamon sugar puff ones - for the one where you looked like a child...", he pulled away at last making you breathe out finally, "and flamin hot Cheetos for the one where you looked really sexy.", Harry smiled cheekily at you as you pondered on what he said.

"You couldn't have thought of something better to compare me to, huh?", you laughed at him but you think it's sweet, really.

Harry played with the tips of your hair and said, "I bet you fifty bucks that you sent that last picture just to seduce me."

"Well Mister Styles you're right!", you laughed, "why? Are you mad?"

"Mad? That outfit made me lose control, really thankfully it led to this."

You pecked his lips once more, "hmmm, you're right... so what now...?"

"Well for starters, you could've called me to take care of you last night...", his sweet words ran through your head until he continued, "and well you owe me...", he did this cute thinking face that you love, "you have to wear it again, this time, with ME beside you, want us to match too!", you giggled at his childishness but let him continue.

"That's just an excuse to take it off of you the next time around!", he overexaggeratedly winked at you, letting you know that he's joking - maybe not but honestly you don't mind!

You sighed then smiled, "that's it?"

"Well you do owe me a date, miss."

You removed yourself away from him and stood up, "is that so? You gotta call me SUGAR MOMMY first!", you teased him.

"Stop! Come back here!", Harry made a grabby hands at you while jutting out his lips.

"Okay, just tell me when and where!", after that words came out of your mouth, Harry quickly went to where you're standing and kissed you for a few seconds before carrying you to your bedroom where you spent the rest of the day kissing and laughing and planning for your first date. Making a mental note to buy those Cheetos to bring along to your date.

Your headache long gone and the both of you not feeling any hunger as long as you got each others lips. For the first time in months, you felt really happy, now you wouldn't be jealous of Harry being with other people, and him to you but the thought of putting your friendship with him at risk scares you to death but with him beside you, you knew that it'll all work out in the end.

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Boyfriend (M)

Pairings : Changbin x Reader Genre: Smut, funny, romance, cute Word Count: 2.4K Warnings: This story contains smut. If you are not comfortable with it, please skip!

The one thing Y/N is grateful for, is the fact that on Tuesdays, she doesn't have classes. That meant she was free to sleep in as long as she wanted, do whatever she felt like and she didn't have to worry about getting up and going somewhere. Unless she wanted to go out shopping with a friend, then that was a different story. But for the most part Y/N spent her days off in her cozy little apartment, just enjoying herself. Sometimes she would do a little cleaning, after all she tended to have her boyfriend over often and he wasn't the best at cleaning up behind himself. But bless his heart, he tried. Changbin was a terror normally, walking around the place like he owned it. Y/N was actually surprised that there wasn't a bigger mess when she got up that morning. All of his music producing equipment had been packed up and sat neatly in the small corner of the bedroom that Y/N had deemed his area.

He had complained, saying he should have a bigger spot. But she had countered that he hadn't moved in with her and wasn't helping to pay the bills. Once he did that, he could have as big an area that he wanted. It effectively shut him up because despite the fact they had been dating for over seven months now, moving in was a step that neither one of them was ready to make. It was hard to spend time with each other usually. If Y/N wasn't busy with classes and assignments, then it was Changbin who was locked up in a studio at the university with his friends and co-workers Jisung and Chan - working on their latest track for classes or to upload on Soundcloud. Changbin usually wouldn't leave the studio until the early hours of the morning, to sleep for maybe an hour or two before getting back up and heading to class. It was difficult for them to see each other, but they tried. 

Though not living together, they did leave things over at each other's places, an excuse they used to be over at odd hours of the day. Like yesterday when Y/N really needed a pair of shoes that would match her cute sundress, she had to drive all the way over to Changbin's apartment to get them. It was worth it because she saw his inability to care for himself and ended up making him dinner for that night and lunch for the next day, all neatly stacked in containers and left in the fridge with a sweet note waiting for him on the counter. It was the small things that made this relationship worth it. Because even if she didn't see him as much as she wanted, finding the sweet notes or receiving the crazy sleep deprived texts always put a smile on her face and reminded her how much she loved him.

Of course, those things didn't negate the fact that she was still a woman and she had needs. Strong urges and desires that struck at the most inopportune time. Recently she had been fighting a bout of horniness that always hit her right in the middle of her afternoon class and by the time she got home, it had left, leaving her very frustrated and unsatisfied. She had a plan, however, to fix that. Since it was her day off, she might as well spend it getting off to the thoughts of her boyfriend. A few good orgasms, a hot shower and Netflix sounded like the perfect way to spend her afternoon.

After making sure the apartment was in better condition than it had been, she started her little robot vacuum and made her way back to her bedroom. Stripping out of her pajamas, she situated herself on her bed and reached over to her nightstand, opening the bottom drawer. She was greeted with the sight of the many different sex toys she owned. A few dildos, but most were vibrators of different size, strengths and looks to them. She had one that mimicked the look of a real dick, but the rest were mostly pink and purple, some with bulbous mushroom heads. For the most part they were smooth and rounded, perfect for an easy glide inside, though she could never deny how much she loved the feeling of a head spreading her hole wide. She took a moment to think, eyeing each toy before she grabbed one of the smaller vibrators, purple and made of silicon. It almost mimicked the look of rubber and she loved it's squishy texture.  

Grabbing the lube, she closed the draw and laid the items out next her as she made herself comfortable. Parting her legs lightly, she slowly ran her hands over her thighs, just feeling herself for a moment - enjoying the pleasure brought to her. Working herself up was what she wanted to do as she grazed her fingers over every inch of skin she could reach, thighs trembling as she occasionally teased her clit. She wanted to take it slow, build it up. After all, she had all day to herself. 

———

Changbin hadn’t planned to go over to Y/N’s place. But when he got the email stating his class was cancelled for the day, he decided that maybe he could get in some early work at the studio and then spend the evening with his girlfriend. In his mind, it was a great plan, except for the fact that he had left his equipment at Y/N’s place. It’s not that he minded going over there, it was just that he couldn’t remember if she had classes today or not and he really wanted it to be a surprise that he was coming over. 

He could just simply not work and spend time with her now, but he knew that Jisung and Chan were at the studio already working, and he really wanted to go and help. Maybe he could just sneak in and sneak out? Or if anything he could just say he needed his things for after class. With excuse in mind, Changbin made his way to his girlfriend’s apartment, only a short 5 minute drive from the school. 

He easily let himself in with the key he had and when he didn’t see Y/N in the living room or the kitchen when he passed by, he figured that she probably wasn’t home. Which was great news for him. Walking to the bedroom, he had just pushed open the door when a moan filtered through his ears and he froze in his tracks. His eyes landed on the bed, watching as his girlfriend played with herself. Her hand twisted, moving as she thrusted a toy in and out of herself, vibrations growing louder before fading with each thrust. The fingers of her other hand worked over her clit shamelessly, pulling louder moans and sighs of pleasure. 

“F-fuck, Changbin.”

Changbin’s dick twitched at the sound of his name and he bit down on his bottom lip to suppress a moan that wanted to escape. 

“Deeper. Harder.” Y/N’s hand did its best to fulfill her wishes but even Changbin noticed it just wasn’t delivering the power she wanted. 

“Well, well, well. Isn’t this such a lovely surprise.” Changbin called out, voice conveying a sense of confidence he didn’t think he could muster with the way his heart was pounding rapidly in his chest. The noise surprised Y/N and she jerked, all movements stopping as she stared at her boyfriend with a guilt express. 

“What are you doing here?” She whispered, voice slightly horse from the loud whining and moan she had been doing moments before. 

“Well I came to get my mixing equipment but instead I found a sexy little minx on the bed, all spread out and playing with herself.” He said, watching as she closed her legs around her arm, trying to hide herself from his hungry gaze. Not that he hadn’t seen her like this before. They’ve had sex plenty of times before. This was just the first time Changbin had caught her playing with herself. 

“I-I-“

“Want some help?” 

Y/N nodded her head slowly, carefully pulling out the vibrator from within her and turning it off. She was thinking that if Changbin was offering help, he would fuck her. She didn't expect him to walk over and take the toy from her grasp and turn it back on as he knelt on the edge of the bed. His eyes raked over her naked body, taking in each and every curve - admiring how hard and beautiful her nipples were. Chuckling to himself, he moved closer, sitting between her legs and making himself comfortable. Y/N shivered at the new position and once again tried to close her legs and hide herself from view, but Changbin's hands reached out quickly, pushing her thighs apart once more. 

"Don't do that." he said lightly, voice barely above a whisper, even though there was no reason to be quiet. He stared into her eyes, gaze soft as he tried to convey reassurance and acceptance to her. It seemed to work as she slowly relaxed and let her legs fall open, putting herself on full display for the other. Licking his lips, Changbin grinned as he leaned forward, fingers twisting the top of the vibrator to turn it on the lowest setting. Reaching down, he carefully brushed the tip of the toy against her clit, chuckling as she jerked at the sudden touch to the sensitive nub. 

"Oh fuck." she panted softly, her back arching slightly. Her hips jerked as her abdomen tightened and she tried to pull away from the touch, but the toy followed. "Changbin." she whimpered softly.  Changbin chuckled as he moved the toy, rubbing it against her while watching the way her body spasmed against his touch. 

"You're so beautiful baby, do you like this?" he asked. She nodded her head quickly, soft whimpers leaving her as he moved the toy down further to press against her opening. The tip slipped in and vibrated against her sensitive walls and she keened for more - for Changbin to go deeper and harder. He didn't though. Instead, he pulled the toy out and brought it back up and teased her clit once more. A loud cry left her quickly and she jerked and trembled under his touch, chest rising and falling with quick breaths. "I want you to cum for me." he whispered. "Can you do that?" Y/N nodded her head, ready to cum for the other. She had been teasing herself relentless for who knows how long and she had been getting close to the edge when Changbin walked in.

"Please." she begged almost pathetically, head falling back as she let the pleasure wash over her body - back and hips arching to get more of the pleasure from Changbin. The toy slipped down once more and slipped into her, a deep gasp leaving her as it was turned up in volume and the vibrations increased. Changbin pushed the toy in deeply and Y/N cried out, feeling the vibrations through her core as he shallowly thrusted the toy in and out. "Chang-" Her plea was cut off as Changbin's hot, wet tongue ran over her clit and she spasmed at it. "Oh fuck yes." she cried out and whimpered. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through his hair once before tangling them into the soft strands. Her hips jerked down, rocking down against his mouth and hand. He thrusted the toy in harder, angling it upwards as it stroked her walls - grazing against her g-spot every now and then to heighten the pleasure. His mouth worked over her clit, sucking and licking on it hungrily as his noisy slurps filled the room.

Y/N was tense under him, toes curling as the pleasure mounted inside her. She could feel it, the pressure getting ready to be released and she was so ready for it. "Changbin." she breathed out. "I'm going to cum." she gasped out. It was the only warning she could give as the pleasure reached its peak too quickly. She cried out as the tension released and her body jerked, hole clenching around the toy that was still moving inside her. "Oh fuck! Fuck!" she cried out, panting heavily as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. As she slowly calmed down, Changbin slowly turned down the vibrations of the toy, letting her get used to each level before turning it off slowly and slipping it out. Pulling back from her, he smirked, licking his lips clean of the sweet juices he had been lapping at. Tossing the toy onto the bed, he leaned over and ran a hand gently over her stomach, dragging it up and over each breast, teasing her nipples light with a smile. 

Whining, Y/N smacked at his hand lightly, but didn't push him away as he went back to rubbing his hand over her body. Leaning down, Changbin pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, followed by a few more kisses to her neck and one to her forehead. "You did so good baby," he whispered. "How do you feel?"

"Amazing." she whispered and looked up at him with a wide smile, eyes sparkling with the remnants of pleasure and love and adoration. "Thank you baby." she whispered. Changbin chuckled and gave her another kiss before sitting back on his heels.

"You're welcome." Shifting, he climbed off the bed and grabbed the covers, pulling them up and over her body, tucking her in. "Take a nap babe."

"What about you?" she asked, frowning as she looked down at the obvious boner he was sprouting, before looking back up at him.

"I'll be fine. I need to go and do some work." he told her and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple before pressing his face against the top of her head gently. "Get some sleep okay? I'll see you later tonight. We can play then." he assured her as he pulled back and stared down at her.

"Promise?" 

"Promise." 

She wasn't happy, but she accepted it and after pulling Changbin down for one more kiss, she let him go and curled up on her side. She watched as he moved and grabbed his things, blew her a kiss and left the room. She could hear his footsteps echo lightly as he walked down the hall and eventually the door opened and closed as he left. Alone once more, she let her eyes close, ready to nap with the knowing promise that she could return the favor to him later. And she honestly, couldn't wait.

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Lupercalia // Nicholas Scratch x Male Trans! Witch Reader 2/4

‼️Authors Note‼️:  This along with a few other stories have been saved in my drafts for a few month and I decided to go ahead and upload this so I can have something put out while I finish writing requests.

Part 1 

Part 3

Part 4

Reading Key:

Skin Color = (s/c)

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So far it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.

Nick undresses until he only had his boxer briefs covering his nether regions. I start to remove my shirt, but my hands stop at the bottom of my shirt hesitating before removing it. I’m going to actually be showing him my scars. What if he doesn’t like them? what if he finds my scars repulsive? What if he finds me repulsive? I think I should have stayed with Sabrina. Dorcas was right, maybe Nick would have been happier with her instead. He’s never seen me with my shirt off before, there’s a first time for everything, but I didn’t want it to be like this.

Warm hands gently lay on the side of my cheeks forcing me to look up, putting my attention on Nick’s face which displayed a wholesome smile. “It’s okay (y/n), you can do it. Your scars don’t make you any less of a man, trust me, let me see them...please.” Nodding my head I take a deep breath, close my eyes and remove my shirt tossing it beside me revealing the scars on my (s/c) skin. Still holding my breath, my body tenses up as Nick is unresponsive. I peek open one of my eyes to see Nick’s flushed red cheeks as he mumbles a faint ‘beautiful’ making me release my breath and my body relaxes. My eyes fully open now as I see him lift his hand up and hover them over the scars on my chest from my surgery, silently asking for permission to touch them. Giving him the word, he gently puts one hand on each of my scars, rubbing them making me shiver.

“Their so beautiful, I just want to look at them everyday.” I smile in relief as he looks at me smiling too. “Your scars don’t define who you are (y/n)...” he removes his hands and puts one over my heart “this does. This beating organ and your soul determines who you are. I’m not attracted to a person on the outside. But I’m attracted to their personality, and you (y/n) are all I need. I don’t care if your trans, you were always a man and you will forever be one. And as long as I’m with you and you are with me, that’s all that matters.”

After a while longer of being a cheesy romantic couple we continue on with the festival.

Grabbing both daggers from the basket I hand one to Nick while I grab the other. I open the the bottle hearing the faint pop of the lid, taking my dagger I dip the tip into the thick crimson liquid and remove it as a little drips back in the bottle. Both of our eyes connect as I raise the dagger to Nicks forehead, taking a deep breath before I chant the incantation.

“By Lilith’s blood.” I smear the bod tip dagger across his forehead. “By Lucifer’s love.” He chants back repeating the same actions on my forehead. We both drop our daggers. “Oh, and (y/n) uh... don’t forget to laugh.”

“What?” I say with a confused look on my face. That’s ridiculous, who has ever heard of having to laugh during a ritual, who comes up with this stuff anyways?

“To laugh. You have to be laughing. While you smear the blood off with the milk” he says chuckling while taking a damp milk-soaked towel and wiping the blood off of me. “I don’t know why, it’s just part of the festival” he says in a funny tone making me emit a loud laugh from my body. Taking my towel, I dip it in the milk and wipe the blood off of him while remembering to laugh, making my next statement. “Well, it’s ridiculous”

“Yeah, isn’t it” we say as we both laugh.

“Now what Nick”

“Now, we lay side by side. Soaking up the full moon. All night long. Until dawn”

“That sounds...amazing”

We both lay down on top of the blanket in nothing but our underwear and allow our body to soak up the moonlight shining over us.

After a couple of hours of just sitting and chatting with Nick every now and then I start having this weird feeling in my stomach, almost as if something bad might happen. Then out of nowhere we hear a distant howling echoing throughout the woods. “Nick, is...is that-“

“A wolf-“ He says interrupting as the howls continue “-definitely.”

“That sounds pretty close.” I whisper in a worried tone not knowing how close they were. “ Agreed. But there shouldn’t be wolves this close to town. Let’s get the Heaven out of here (y/n).” We quickly throw our clothes on as we hear distant shouting from other people and run to find the others.

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Once we make it to Aunt Hilda and aunt Zelda’s house we stop by the front door and I lean my back against it as Nick puts both his hands on each side of the door close to my head, trapping me between his body and the door leaving me no space to escape. Did I forget to mention that I’m Sabrina’s brother, which also makes me half mortal too?

“Hey crazy idea” Nick starts as he kisses my lips. “But what if we take a break from the woods and the rituals and all the um...howling of Lupercalia and just participate in mortal Valentine’s Day instead?”

“I mean won’t you be disappointed if we don’t get to do....certain things?” I questioned. I was really hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed if we didn’t have sex

“No-” he says quickly “-I just really want to spend time with you, and I don’t wanna rush things remember. There will be another Lupercalia every year”

“Oh! So you think we’ll be together next year, huh” I say with a smirk on my face. He pretends to think for a while humming in thought, “hmm, yeah. Next year, the year after that, and the year after that, and so on. Looks like your gonna permanently be stuck with me (y/n). But, If you weren’t at The Academy, what would you be doing for V-Day?”

“Honestly I don’t know, I guess there would just be a dance at Baxter High, or something like that. So maybe go there I guess.”

“Perfect-“ he says, pausing to once again kiss me. “-I’ll see you there...my little man.” Nick said winking before walking away.

As soon as he was out of distance I let out an excitingly loud squeal and I rush inside the house closing the door behind me. Turning around I see Sabrina and both my Aunt’s pretending as though they weren’t listening in on Nick and I having our conversation. Sabrina though just out an says smirking “So, should I start planning the wedding? I can practically hear the wedding bells!” That statement causes me to blush as I childishly respond to her comment with a simple-

“Oh shut up, leave me alone Sabrina!”

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