#i actually just stared at this ask in stunned silence for like 10 seconds when i first saw it

[mumblesplash]

My friend sent me your T/I toxic yaoi post while I’m in the throes of sickness and now all I can think about while drifting in and out of consciousness is “it’s not gonna fit!” ‘I’m gonna make it fit’ *tetris noise*

chat i don't think i can do this anymore

[sacredasexual]

~ ♡A Late Night Talk ♡ ~ (Sad Inosuke x GenderNuteral Reader! Reverse Comfort)

(This isn't an Agere Inosuke post like I usually do. I just wanted to write some fluff and some reverse comfort😭)

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Upon waking up at around 2:43 in the morning, Y/N would obviously try to get back to sleep. After around 10 minutes, they couldn’t fall back asleep. They sighed and stood up, maybe getting some water would help? They quietly began walking out of the room and down the hallways of The Butterfly Estate. However, they quickly realized that a door to the outside was open. Confused, Y/N slowly and cautiously stepped towards the door, peering out only to see Inosuke, he was crying? Stunned, as Y/N had never seen him cry before, they stepped forward just once as the floor creaked. Inosuke spun his head around at what seemed like the speed of light and noticed Y/N and nearly instantly, he started to get very defensive towards them.

“"H-Hey!!! What are you looking at, idiot!? Why are you awake?!" He snapped, while he wiped his tears that just continued falling.

Not really phased by his yelling, Y/N replied.

"…Inosuke? Are you alright?” Y/N uttered, concerned for the feral boy.

"S-Shut up! I'm fine! Just go back to bed!" Inosuke yelled, not seeming to care that it was in the middle of the night.

Inosuke was still crying when he was yelling. It sounded like he was holding back a lot of stuff but he was still trying to hide it.

Y/N was silent for a few seconds before speaking again.

"Y'know if you don't want to tell me anything that's fine. That's not any of my business to pry into. But like hell am I gonna leave you here alone when there's clearly something that's seriously upsetting you.” They insisted.

Inosuke seemed a bit surprised that they had stayed and didn't just go back to bed.

"What's it to you anyway?! It's not like you care!" He said harshly, looking away from Y/N.

Although he was being rude and harsh he was still on the brink of crying and was trying his best to keep this in to be the strongest.

Y/N tilted their head a bit, raising an eyebrow.

"Who said that? Who ever said I didn't care? I have no idea who told you that but they're a damn liar. I do care. A lot, actually." They stated."So you do care?..." Inosuke uttered, almost in disbelief.

He was actually starting to believe they cared but he didn't want to admit to it.

But he still wasn't completely convinced you cared just yet.

"I do, really." Y/N confirmed.

Y/N walked towards him before sitting down next to him.

"Look, there must be a reason for your tears. I don't think it's just that something got in your eye." They added.

Inosuke, still trying to maintain his tough guy act, rolled his eyes with his arms crossed and replied with a hard stare

"What do you know anyway?! It's nothing! Really. I swear! I'm just… tired. That's all. Now why don't you get back to bed, yeah…" He then tried to shoo Y/N away, hoping they'd give up.

Y/N shrugged.

"Y'know, you don't gotta tell me anything. But I'm not just gonna let you feel completely alone, that shit hurts. But you're not gonna find a solution just sulking alone looking into the dark. I should know, I've been trying that for a long time" They sighed.

That got to Inosuke a little bit, but he tried to act like he didn't care.

"Look, I'm just dealing with some stuff on my own and it's really nothing to worry about okay-" He paused.

Inosuke thought to himself; "Well damn… this is embarrassing…" Before speaking again.

"So again, I'm gonna ask you to go back to bed."

There was a moment of silence.

Y/N sighed a bit.

"…You don't deserve to feel all alone when shit hits the fan. So I'd love to sit and chill with you for a while. Talk about nothing in particular. Or just chill in silence for a bit. Whatever floats your boat really" They said after a bit.

This caught him a little off guard.

Inosuke was silent for a second, thinking to himself; "Are they serious? Are they really going to do this? I guess it would be nice though…"

He then cleared his throat, trying to sound tough again.

"Ugh…fine. You can stay but it's gonna be boring." He rolled his eyes, looking away.

"Fine by me" Y/N replied, shrugging and looking up into the night sky as rain began lightly peppering the ground.Y/N and Inosuke sat quietly for what felt like 20 minutes, just sitting and occasionally hearing the light rain drops hitting the ground. The night sky was beautiful, they could see some stars.

“…Hey." Inosuke spoke quietly after another minute passed.

“What'sup?” Y/N casually responded.

"…I'm sorry." He uttered.

He was thinking about how this was probably going to make him look weak but he really didn't care at this point. He just wanted someone to speak his mind too.

Y/N was a little caught off guard by this, usually he never says anything like that.

"Sorry for what?" They asked.

Inosuke sighed, his voice was back to being soft and not so tough.

"I'm sorry for being a dick. About a lot of stuff." He couldn't look Y/N in the eyes as he said this.

…

Y/N was silent for a second before they replied with a sigh.

"I'm not the type to hate easily. I figured that you've likely been through some real shit that forced you to build up walls to protect yourself. And the rudeness comes from wanting to protect yourself from future harm rather than for just being a jerk." They explained to him.

Inosuke was in complete shock that they knew that and actually understood and felt his actions were more than just him being a jerk.

"Well, I guess you got me there. I did go through something…pretty heavy before all this whole demon slaying started and I wanted to hide that side from everyone so I just became a jerk… and that kinda—�� He stopped himself for a second.

He started thinking to himself.

"You're doing it again…stop talking so much! Your weakness is showing! Be quiet!" He mentally scolded himself.

He was about to continue before Y/N had spoken once more.

"I've been there myself before, Y'know? Acting a certain way purposely in order to protect yourself? Where you've gotten so used to it to where even the genuinely nice people you gotta push away because you can never fully know who and who not to trust. So believe me when I tell you I know exactly how you're feeling." Y/N had revealed this to him for the first time.

Inosukes jaw nearly dropped when Y/N confessed this to him, he was shocked that they actually have been through the exact same thing he had, it seemed like almost impossible.

"No fucking way…you've actually been through the same thing? You aren't just pitying me or lying to me?" He uttered in disbelief and a little bit of skepticism.

Y/N was silent for a second.

"In short, When I was little I was always bullied and harassed for being this type of kid who would just always be happy, chatty and ready to make friends and talk a lot. So as I grew older I forced myself to become more closed off, quiet and sort-of a loner to protect myself from further harassment. And even some genuinely nice people I'd avoid and purposely cause beef with. Just so I wouldn't have to worry about fully trusting them then the bend me over and fuck me hard, rough, and dry like the rest without remorse. Because I couldn't ever be sure of who was and who wasn't to be trusted. So I forced myself to act like everyone was my enemy so I wouldn't have to go through the pain of being harassed for who I really am again. So believe me when I say that I know exactly how you feel. Our experiences may have been different in scenarios, but had the same effect nonetheless" They told him.

Inosuke couldn't believe Y/N was being so open to him. Usually, people just ignored him once he was a dick to them…but they still stuck by even when he was rude.

"I-I… you really do know what that's like and you actually understood me and didn't just think I was being a dick for no reason." He looked down at his lap, feeling more and more comfortable with Y/N as time passed.

Rain started falling a little heavier."There's nothing you need to apologize for. You're just trying to protect yourself, and I understand that very well. It's unfortunate, but it's the sad truth. I can tell you didn’t really mean any harm. And when it ever comes down to it, you'll never let anyone walk alone when shit happens." Y/N uttered quietly to him.

Y/N had no idea how much that meant to Inosuke. Nobody had ever told him something so thoughtful or genuinely nice before. Well, aside from Tanjiro a couple of times. But sometimes he thinks it's forced. All he'd been told before was how he was a jerk, an idiot, or a dumbass. Inosuke was trying not to tear up, but it was hard. No matter what he tried, he'd probably end up crying in front of Y/N. which he didn't want.

"Uh… t-thank you… I really didn't deserve such nice words…" He shyly uttered.

A little more time had passed, before Y/N decided to tell him something else.

"Hey…This might not seem like much coming from just some demon girl like me, but if it helps even a little bit..I'll say it over and over again. In my eyes, you're perfect just the way you are. Your voice is soothing to listen to, your eyes are as beautiful as peridot gems, and your eyelashes just make it all the more better. It looks like your eyes were carved specially from a Wall of Peridot Gems in Heaven. I'm not just saying that. I genuinely mean it." They said softly to him.Inosuke didn't know what to say. For the first time in years, someone actually complimented him and meant it. Most people in the past just insulted him or called him a jackass. Inosuke couldn't help but tear up at this point which he regretted doing. He tried to be tough again, but his voice was still shaky.

"I-it's not like you really mean any of that… It's just out of pity. You don't actually mean any of it." He sighed, trying to hold back tears.

"Of course I mean it" Y/N replied without hesitation.

"And that's just physically…on the inside, I can tell you're sweet, caring, loyal, and everything anyone wishes to have in a person. They just don't want to work for it and think things automatically have to go their way. And that's not your fault. I may not know what all you've ever been through, but I can tell that no matter what it was..it impacts your life in a way you wish it didn't. It must hurt, it must be excruciating trying to seem 'normal' when all you've ever known is what you grew up knowing. That's not your fault.” They added.

Inosuke was trying not to burst out into full tears as he heard this. This was probably the most sincere thing anyone has ever told him, not just that. But someone actually thought these kind things were true about him?

“You…You think so?” He managed.

"I absolutely know so. And even though I'm not someone special like a Hashira or something…I hope it can bring you at least a little bit of comfort knowing that I'm proud of you. I'll always be proud of you. You've saved the lives of hundreds of people again and again just because you want to protect them. And in my book, that's the most honorable thing anyone could ever even hope to do. On top of that.. You keep doing it again and again, day by day, night by night even though you feel unappreciated. Inosuke.. You're a person that people should learn from. You have a heart of gold under the rough exterior. You aren't dumb. You've accomplished things that others would need to work years for to even begin to start getting to your level at. And even though I'm not anyone special, I want you to know that I see you, I hear you. And you never fail to impress me. I'm so proud of you.” Y/N sighed.

Inosuke's face began to turn red from embarrassment now on top of the tears that he can no longer fight back. He had no idea of how to respond to such kindness and sincerity. He was speechless and he was blushing.

"D-don't say such nice things… you'll j-just make me cry…" He once again, shyly uttered.

Y/N replied without a second's hesitation.

"Don't feel bad for crying. Cry as much as you need. Each tear represents how strong you've been. It's not a bad thing to cry, it's not something you should be ashamed about. All the tears that fall..wear them like a symbol of strength. Don't hide them. Let them all spill fourth if you need to let them. Because it's never a symbol of weakness..it's a sign of someone who's been strong for too long…it's okay to let yourself be vulnerable for a bit, let yourself rest. You deserve it." They reassured him.

The way Y/N spoke was so soothing and nice to hear. Inosuke was completely stunned, his eyes were red from tears as he looked down at the ground. He wished to wipe them but he refused to let himself be "weak" as he'd called it so many times in the past.

"I-I'm sorry… I don't like to show my feelings, you don't have to say such great things to me, I don't deserve to be treated so nicely…" He uttered, he had never sounded more insecure.

"Listen…Anyone who thinks otherwise, or makes it a goal to mistreat you. Don't believe that they're true. Instead, feel bad for them because they don't have a person like you in their lives. I'm not gonna tell you to just not listen to them. Because I know that's way easier said than done. It's hard to just ignore it when so many people say it again and again. They should be grateful to have you here, you're not only a blessing, you're an angel. You've done countless amazing things and never demanded something back. You did it or of the kindness in your heart. So those people who tell you that you're "heartless” or anything like that…It's not true. It's never true. And when you realize that it's not true, and instead realize how much of an amazing man you are just the way you are…It won't hurt as bad. Because no matter what they say, The truth will always remain the same" Y/N replied, no stuttering whatsoever. Inosuke was stunned with shock at such words, he wasn't used to such kindness. Most people thought of him as either rude, obnoxious, or conceited. He never ever thought anyone would call him an angel. He finally wiped his tears and looked over to Y/N, his eyes and his face was still a little bit red.

"Do… Do you really mean all of that? Do you really think that someone as selfish and horrible as I am is an angel like you said?" He managed out, fighting tears.

“Never say that again.” Y/N said sternly, before continuing.

"I've seen you risk your life countless times to ensure the safety of others. And you never demand anything back. And you do it all the time, again and again without thinking twice about it. That all comes from the good of your heart. Deep inside, I know your heart is big yet fragile, and it's easily broken. So you want to keep it from breaking again and the only way you know how to is to act like you don't care about anything else but fighting and being the best. That's not your fault. It's from unfortunate circumstances that left your heart in pieces again and again that you had no control over. It makes sense why you wouldn't want that to happen again. I see that you're trying, you're trying your best with every cell of your being. It's not your fault that others are too naive and stuck up that they don't realize it. If it helps you at all, I see how hard you're trying. And you're doing a great job, I'm proud of you for that. So saying you're selfish and horrible is wrong, completely wrong."

Another tear streamed down Inosuke's face as he heard Y/N speak. He couldn't believe it. It was all making sense, even though it was a bit hard to believe at first. He still looked away before speaking back.

"I-Is that really why I act like a jerk? Just to keep people away from me? Just because I don't want them to know how weak and unlovable I really am deep down?" He asked.

Y/N's heart broke for Inosuke.

"… Angel." They gently placed their hand on his shoulder, my other hand on his cheek, wiping away his tears with their thumb slowly.

"You are someone worth loving. Your love is the most pure thing the world would ever see. It is so unfortunate that you had to hide it all just to protect yourself. Deep inside, you're a gentle, sweet, affectionate, and loyal man. You're a diamond in the rough, darling. I know it gets hard, I know it makes you feel like you just want to scream. But just look at how far you've gotten, how many lives you've saved. You're incredible. And no, I'm not just saying that to make you feel better. I'm telling the full unfiltered truth" They told Inosuke.Inosuke's eyes were teary as Y/N wiped his tears away. He felt like he was going to start bawling again the moment they touched him, which he despised doing because of how weak it made him look. He knew this would make him look like an idiot too, not only did he let someone tell him such nice things, but he was getting all teary eyed over something so simple. He spoke a bit softly as he took a few deep breaths to make sure he wasn't going to tear up again.

"You're too nice to someone who's not even half as great as—" He was cut off by Y/N.

"Sh.." They moved their finger to his lips.

"No. I love you because You're you. That's why. I don't care if you aren't 'perfect' because at the end of the day, no one is. That doesn't mean you're pathetic or anything of that sort. I love you because you've shown how kind you can really be. You've shown more loyalty than I've ever seen before. No matter what the situation, you'll always make sure everyone is safe even at the cost of your own life. That's what makes you an angel. You care so much for others despite how hidden it is." Y/N told him, not wanting him to believe anything else other than what they said.

A small smile came onto Inosuke's face. Someone really did love him just the way he was, flaws and all. He felt like he should still be ashamed of himself and that he shouldn't be appreciated by anyone, but for one person to accept him the way he was… that was a new feeling for him. Quietly, he replied back.

"Even though I keep trying to push people away from me? You're not upset with me or think I'm weird? Y-You really mean all of that?” He asked with genuine curiosity.

"Yes. I'll say it again and again if I have to, every day, every hour, every minute if I have to…as long as you know just how incredible you are, just the way you are. My Angel." Y/N assured him, looking into those beautiful peridot eyes.

Those precious words felt like they could heal even the most incurable wounds. The way Y/N kept calling Inosuke "Their Angel" had a way of soothing his pain, no one had ever called him something like that before. He was so overwhelmed with love, that he didn't say anything and instead, threw his arms around Y/N and hugged them, sobbing into their shoulders. Y/N was a little stunned at the sudden hug. This was the first ever time he had hugged them. But of course, they didn't protest and instead hugged him back immediately.

"C'mere Angel…Just let it all out, it's okay" They hugged him like he was the most sacred being in the entire multiverse.

Inosuke had spent so long not letting himself be vulnerable that it just finally spilled out all at once, he hugged Y/N so tightly it almost felt like he could snap them in half. He was sobbing and crying intensely into their shoulder, not even trying to hold back at this point like he normally would. He kept murmuring words like "thank you" over and over again in between sniffles and sobs.

Y/N brushed their fingers though Inosukes beautiful black and blue gradient hair.

"We can stay together all night if you want to, I'd be perfectly happy with it" They told him.

Y/N wrapped their arm around Inosukes waist and pulled him close, his head was lighting resting on their chest now.

Now that Inosuke was leaning on them, he was more relaxed than ever. He still didn't release his hold on them, he did seem a bit tired now though as he was still sniffling and weeping into their shoulder.

"Do you really mean that? I'm not keeping you from getting a good night's sleep, am I?" He asked, sounding genuinely concerned forY/N’s wellbeing, which was extremely rare to see yet extremely sweet as well.

"If I'm being completely honest, I think I'll be able to sleep a lot better beside you" Y/N replied.

Inosuke let out another sniffle and smiled as he heard their reply. He snuggled even closer to Y/N, not saying much else but simply holding them in a loving embrace and burying his head against their neck and shoulder.

"Oh, and by the way, before you fall asleep…" Y/N paused before placing a little kiss on his forehead.

"…I figured you'd like that. Forehead kisses ensure good dreams" They laughed a bit.

Inosuke froze when Y/N kissed his forehead. He felt his cheeks light up as he turned a bit red, his face was still buried in their shoulder so they couldn't see if it was obvious or not.

"N-No one's ever kissed my forehead before… I liked it. A lot." He said, a cute blush prominent across his cheeks.

He snuggled closer once more, his eyelids starting to get a bit heavy as he started to succumb to sleep. Soon, Inosuke did fall asleep. He seemed much more at peace and comfortable than usual. His grip on them loosened and his body went limp as he fell into the void of sleep. He seemed to be completely at ease now and looked to be truly resting peacefully. Y/N smiled softly. He looked so cute and so peaceful.

"Rest well, Angel…"

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hi Lexi! It's so much fun that you're doing match-ups! 💜 If I may, I'd like to ask for one, please?

To answer a few of your questions,

I have no idea what an Enneagram type is. All I know is I'm an INTJ, a Scorpio, and a Slytherin. All of which makes me sound like a villain but I promise I'm actually ridiculously polite and friendly. Mama raised me right

My go-to way to fall asleep has been listening to ASMR for 7 years now. Back in college, my apartment was literally right next to the freeway and it was always so loud that I needed to listen to something else. Which is when I discovered and delved into it for the first time and have stuck around ever since.

I have so many different names I'd consider changing mine to but I really like Aurora "Rory"

My brand-new favorite Redacted audio is Avior's S1 finale. I've been waiting for so long. Hopefully that doesn't give away who I am lol. Other favorites include all of Elliott's happy ones, the Elemental boys non-canon confessions (Huxley's is my favorite of the three), and almost all of Caelum's playlist. My son

I don't really get the hype for Yanderes in general but Blake in particular, like, I got nothin'.

I could literally stand in front of you and quote The Incredibles front to back, doing Very Bad Impressions of all the character voices, and bad vocal renditions of the soundtrack. I watched it every day when I was like 8-9. I love that movie.

I would also like Cam and Caelum to be my best friends.

Fun fact: my go-to ramble is also space! I watched one (1) Bill Nye video on the sun when I was like 8 or 9 and I was hooked. Fast forward to college and I got a 97% overall in Honors Astronomy my freshman year and my honors program advisor looked at my transcript and went, "How did you get that high of an A in Honors Astronomy?" and I was like, "It wasn't hard???" And my advisor goes, "Yes it is! No one gets that high of an A in Honors Astronomy." And I'm sitting there like, "Well, uh... I did." Also, in said Honors Astronomy class, the professor put up two nearly-identical graphics (emission spectrum of hydrogen) and asked what the difference between the top and bottom ones were and I raised my hand and said, "The bottom one is red-shifted" (not knowing he was about to introduce the Doppler Effect but already knowing what that was) and my professor stares at me for a solid 10 seconds in stunned silence and said, "I've been teaching this course for 20 years and you're the first one to get that question right on the first try." So... yeah. Big space nerd. 🌟

One other thing that says a lot about me is that I adore that the Redacted d(a)emon aesthetic is music and stars. Music was the first thing I was taught to love by my musician family, and the stars were the first thing I loved for myself.

Also if I were an Empowered race, I'd definitely be a Freelancer, but one with a heavy emphasis in Dreamwalking, Psychokinesis, Fire Elemental Command, and Electro Command. I'm not cool enough to be a specialized race. Oh man I'm a rambler. I'll stop now.

Don’t stop the rambling; I think it’s wonderful, and you know what? So would Lasko.

I think it’d be so cute to have a thoughtful and rambly partner for Lasko. Conversations are a push and pull, and I think Lasko is too often one or the other, trying so hard. Because of that, I imagine it would be so peaceful and quieting for him to not feel like he has to talk or contribute and to be able to just listen and be there for you.

Overall, Lasko is uniquely situated to uplift and care for you. INTJs (and Slytherins to an extent) are characterized as intelligent, ambitious, and virulently independent. Lasko, who strikes me somewhere on the brink of an ISFJ, would be a lovely partner for you in that his hardworking nature and ambition would not combat or stifle yours but would support it.

Song:

What's the hurry/ When you know that you've got me/ Don't you worry, I've nowhere to be/ Other than right next to you

I went looking specifically through my Lasko/OC playlist for this one, and I was not disappointed. Lasko is such a ride or die dude, you feel me? He’s so dedicated to the people he loves and the family he’s chosen, so once he chooses you, there’s nothing stopping him.

Runner-Ups:

Anton also strikes me as a wonderful listener; I can easily picture him tinkering with some machinery while nodding and humming and listening to you wax poetic about the music playing in his workshop. Vincent would also be a good listener, not by his own virtue but just by being a fuckin simp. He’s the type who’d have his chin perched on his hands, starry eyed and mooning as you infodump and trying his honest to god best to understand what you’re saying even if he has no clue.

Note: I don’t think you sound like a villain! I’m an INTJ, and my boyfriend is a Slytherin, so you’re in fantastic company in my opinion 💜

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself!

[commaclear]

tw// implied suicide yknow, i actually think fundy is fine not,,, mentally but i dont think he got kidnapped we know that he wasnt keen on hanging out with wilbur While jared is def a factor i dont think he took fundy thats too obvious and that boar is definitely at least aware he has no chance with sally if he took her kid i think theyll find him at dreams place since thats one of the only places he knows he can go. When wilbur and sally find him, wilbur gives him space. Sally however, hounds him, begging to answer her when she asks why he ran away. Thats when fundy lets out, "Because i didnt want to see him!" And wilbur stands there stunned, he cant move. Hed honestly wish the earth would just swallow him whole. Sally never told him that fundy didnt want to go, that she had to give him a shove in that direction in order to agree. Quackity catches up to all of them, noticing the awkward silence from sally and fundy and a heartbroken expression on wilbur. "Wil? whats wrong?" Quackity asks so calmly, as if the world wilbur had been painfully trying to rebuild hadnt been reduced to ash in the span of 5 seconds. Wilbur mutters that hes going to wait in the car and turns back. Quackity looks back at sally, who was tending to fundy. Wilbur stayed quiet the rest of the day. He hadnt slept but he had been laying on his pillow for almost 10 hours. Quackity went downstairs to talk to phil, sharing a cap of coffee with the man. Phil asks tommy if he wanted to go talk to wilbur again, since nothing they said got through to him.

Tommy opened the door to wilburs room, seeing wilbur slumped over just the way he overheard quackity describe. "Wilbur?" Tommy kept calling out only to get no response. He heard something hit the floor beside wilburs bed. Tommy ran over and froze when he saw an empty orange bottle staring back at him from wilburs floor. anyways, much love. i am in love with the new fic btw, excellent work as always comma <3 -******anon

Hmm, I like where your mind is at but.... think bigger ;)

[vrabbiit]

Imagine being friends with the Human!DCA(s?) and while you two are joking around at the end of your night shift, you (non-seriously ofc) ask Moon for a "kiss good night." You are not expecting him to actually do it.

i adore this omg!

If I'm honest, you could probably read this as animatronic or human AU, but it was written with the intention of being a human, or at least a humanoid-robot AU! The Daycare Attendant is still the Daycare Attendant, and Moon is still the slightly terrifying side of the attendant that only comes out at night!

Even though you managed to nurture a friendship with Moon, it was no secret that they could be... erratic. They were so used to being seen as scary or mean that even when you had an established friendship, he kept his distance 90% of the time.

(The other 10% consisted of them going out of their way to try and mess with you, usually by manner of jumping out at you when you least expect it in the darkness. Somehow, even though you knew nothing in there can hurt you, it still made you jump.)

Still, a lot of progress had been made. You could talk to Moon without him all but hissing at you like a threatened cat, and since starting the friendship you noticed them relaxing more and more around you. They still acted somewhat creepy sometimes, and more than often you turned around to see red eyes staring unblinkingly at you. It didn't scare you anymore, at least not much.

Over time, however, you noticed Moon becoming antsier and antsier. He became clingier to you than usual, getting somewhat huffy whenever you have to leave and just. Looking at you a lot more. There were times when you'd been working on something at the security desk, using what little light remained in the artificial nighttime state of the daycare, only to look up and see them looming over you in silence (even if they're not the full 9 feet of their original animatronic design, they are still god damn tall).

To your credit, you took it in stride. If he wanted to hurt you, he would have done it, and he seemed to respond better when you didn't acknowledge that they still had the ability to send your prey instinct through the roof whenever you caught them watching you - they felt bad when they scare you unintentionally, so you decided to respond by completely overcompensating.

That is, whenever they freaked you out, you responded by returning the favour, in a very different way.

The almost comical reaction they had when you caught him watching you, and instead of jumping, responded with a "Like what you see?" was something you wish you could experience for the first time again and again.

You had never seen them fluster before, and something in you wanted to do it again.

So, you did. Many, many times. It became almost commonplace, with Moon slowly warming up to the jokes the way he did to everything else, although it never seemed to stop catching them off guard.

If part of you started to suspect there was something there, you'd never seriously admit it though. These were all definitely just jokes. (Who were you fooling?)

Which is why, when, on your way out of the Daycare, you spotted Moon doing what can only be described as lurking just in sight of the doors, you were not expecting anything to come out of your teasing "What, do you want a goodnight kiss or something?"

What you got instead, however, was them to tilt their head in consideration, before crossing the space between you much too quickly and doing exactly that.

It was inexperienced, their uncertainty almost palpable as you froze, going to pull back after a few seconds as if they thought they'd made the wrong choice. And then you got over the shock and pulled him back in. Just as you were processing that oh my god he was kissing you and you were not complaining, Moon pulled away for good this time, leaving you stunned with a slightly breathless "Good night," and disappearing to god-knows-wherever.

[the-swedes-knees]

Time in A Bottle (Agent Mobius x Reader)

Summary: Everyone has a guilty pleasure. For Mobius, it's a slice of pie in a very specific slice of time.

Word Count: 1.8k

Located in the middle of Downtown, bordering on the corner of old-time druggies and newly gentrified condos was a moderate sized building with an exorbitant monthly rent. 

It was a theme restaurant, if the theme was 'we opened in 1953 and we'll be damned if we change the decor'- done up in chrome and frosted glass windows that clashed against the surrounding brick and mortar. The neon sign bearing the establishment's name had burnt out years ago, but it wasn't the type of place one would seek out.

Unless you were Mobius, that is.

[09:45:00]

Technically, he shouldn't be here.

His unit was nearly a mile out, or, more accurately, they would be within the hour. Dates like this, where a simple flap of a fat pigeon's wing could ripple into Nexus event after Nexus event had a name. A proper designation in their severity and frequency of necessary resets.

But he just always referred to them as 'a real pickle'.

You glance up at the front door as the brass bell affixed to the frame jingles loudly. The man that enters looks around the place before making eye contact with you and smiles. He points to the empty bar and you nod your head.

Once you finish refilling the other customer's drink, you see that he's made himself comfortable in the middle stool.

"Hey there." You greet from the opposite side of the counter. He offers a sheepish greeting in response as you set a water down in front of him, balancing a plastic straw on the rim of the glass. "Can I start you off with some coffee? Just made a fresh pot."

"That'd be great, thanks."

You place the mug and matching saucer in front of him and pour. For a moment you look up at him, and he's smiling a very genuine smile- something very rare these days.

As soon as it's full to the brim you're reaching under the counter and grabbing a clean glass sugar pourer, placing it right next to his cup.

"How'd you know?"

"Customer service intuition, I guess." He thanks you before unfurling the napkin containing his flatware. Like someone with real proper manners, he drapes the napkin over one of his legs before stirring an ample amount of sugar into his drink.

You can't help but notice just how much he fits in to the whole aesthetic with his well fitted brown suit and slim tie. New York offered a multiplicity of personalities, and you'd become quite numb to anything and everything that would walk through that door.

Yet, someone about this man was intriguing, familiar in a way. Like in the past life he was a PI that you hired to confirm your husband's affair.

Both a confidant, and a stranger.

"Feel free to take your time, but, do you know what you'd like?" You note his closed menu pushed to the side. He raises his eyebrows and nods while mid-sip, and you pull out a notepad and pen from your apron.

"Sure do, could I get two slices?" He points the vintage rotating pie cooler to your left and specifies his selection.

Easy enough. You put two generous slices onto separate plates, and he declines your offer of whipped cream or ice cream on top.

"Good choice, this one's my favorite."

"You don't say." The knowing twinkle in his eye wasn't noticed as you busied yourself with refilling his coffee. He holds his hands up in mock defeat and sighs. "Well, I guess you'll have to join me." The ceramic scraped against the quartz tabletop as he pushed one of the plates across the bar, directly opposite himself.

"I'm on the clock-"

"Don't worry, another customer doesn't come in for-" He pauses to flex his arm, riding his jacket sleeve up just enough to check his wristwatch. "12 minutes and 43 seconds."

[09:52:16]

"Am I supposed to trust you on that?" You raise an eyebrow, and his only response is a slight head tilt and pushing the second slice a nudge closer to you.

It wasn't every day courteous men offered you a break in the form of your favorite desert. Your face screwed up in contemplation as you looked at the only other two patrons in the diner before giving in and grabbing a second set of flatware. "Well, it is slow-"

"For a Friday?" He has another bite before setting down his fork and dabbing at his face with his napkin.

"Is it Friday already?" You sigh, bent over the counter to take a bite of the pie. Delicious as ever. "Hardly feels like it, all the days are melding together."

"I think this one will stand out."

"What is the date, anyway?"

"May 4th." You make a hum of acknowledgement and he gives you a lopsided grin. "2012, incase you forgot the year too."

"I'll mark it in my calendar," You laugh, using your hand to cover your mouth as you continue to chew. "'The Day I Met-'"

"Mobius." He introduces himself, extending his hand over the counter and you shake it. His grip is firm, authoritative. Before you can reply with your own name, he refers to you by it while maintaining perfect eye contact.

You can't explain why, but it feels so right when he says it. Like it was perfectly made to be pronounced in his charming Texan drawl with just the faintest hint of gravel.

While you're fixed in a stunned silence his eyes deliberately dart to the lapel of your uniform. You follow his gaze and laugh at yourself for neglecting that you were indeed wearing a nametag.

"So Mobius... like, from maths?"

"Yeah, like math." He eyes his untouched water and picks up the plastic straw. His fingers move carefully, removing the straw from the perorated paper. You watch with curiosity as the man twists the paper once and pinches the two ends together with his thumb and index finger.

Mobius holds his opposite hand out to you, confident, waiting. With a bemused smile you allow him to guide your hand. His skin is warm, presumably from the way he had cradled his coffee mug, but it's comforting in a way. His rough hand guides you, your finger tracing the geometry of the paper-straw shape.

"A path that twists and turns... but always ends back at the same spot."

"I wasn't very good at math." You admit, and gesture around as if working in a place like this was a testament to that fact. "Why does it matter that it always ends where it began?"

"Well, that all depends on perspective. Maybe it doesn't matter. But to the one who observes it, it makes all the difference." You quirk an eyebrow, silently pressing him to elaborate. "Maybe that point's... where you got your first kiss, the feeling when your favorite football team scores a winning touchdown, a perfect sunset-"

Mobius catches himself trailing off, and looks down at his plate. He puts another bite onto his fork and cheers it to you.

"Or having pie in good company."

You look around the mostly empty diner before bracing your arms against the counter, leaning in as if you were to whisper some great secret.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a bit odd?"

[09:59:06]

"No-" His eyes crinkle as he laughs. "No, that's a new one. But you find it charming." He winked, actually winked, and leaned back in his stool, smirking into his coffee.

Your fork was halfway to your mouth as your just stared at him, frozen. You feel your mouth open and close a few times as you try to think of a somewhat dignified response.

"How would you know that?"

"I just know things." He shrugged.

"Like what?" You challenged.

"How about, Paul- over there." You crane your head to follow his line of eye, your coworker currently bussing a table that had just left. "Worked in this place five years, loves Coke- from the glass bottle, nothing else. Has a girl on the Upper East Side and runs a decent sized internet radio station out of his apartment."

"You're one of his listeners." You narrowed your eyes at him, a perfectly reasonable explanation.

"Oh, no. Hyperpop... not my style."

"Alright, BBC Sherlock-" You countered. You give a subtle head tilt to a woman sitting in a far off booth, papers spread out on the table around her pancake combo. Whoever she was, she definitely wasn't a regular. "How about her?"

"Mrs. Braverman. Youngest of eight siblings, English teacher at the charter school up the avenue. Actually prefers imitation maple syrup to the real thing."

You know very well Mobius could be talking out of his ass. But he's confident, nonchalantly so- like this was a game to him and he was obviously winning.

"What about me?"

"Thought you'd never ask." Your anticipation is palpable as he swallows his final bite, taking the time to wipe his face of crumbs before smiling softly at you.

"You are... a poem of a person. Charming, capable, when you walk into a room people notice- even if you convince yourself that they don't." His gaze is steady, patient, and he's looking at you as if you're the only person in the universe. "You have big dreams, far beyond all... this... and you're gonna make it."

[10:04:59]

The sound of the door chime breaks you out of whatever hypnotic state you had found yourself in. Sucking in a breath and blinking away the very beginnings of tears in your eyes you tell the new customer to sit wherever they like.

Mobius took this chance to check his handheld, sighing at the time and the ever-growing slope of the branch variation.

The reset charge would be set soon, with or without him there.

"Look at that. Duty calls." He stands up and pulls a billfold from his jacket pocket, not even counting as he puts the cash down on the counter.

Mobius turns to leave, but hesitates. He turns back around to face you and places his hands on his hips. Allowing himself to play into the fleeting illusion just a tad longer.

"One more thing I know about you-" Mobius rubbed his chin in careful consideration. "You have a date tonight."

"Ah-" You wag your finger at him and shake your head side to side, "got one wrong."

"Did I? Ah- well... How about we change that?"

You pause. The plates you had been holding found their way back to the counter as you set them down slowly. Once again in a very short time span, he had left you speechless.

"That... was possibly the lamest pickup line I've ever heard." Though you mean it to be snarky, it sounds more like praise coming from your smiling lips. "I get off at 6:30."

"Alright." He looks perfectly pleased with himself as he lightly knocks on the counter with his fist. "It's a date."

Walking out the door, Mobius gave one last look at the diner before reporting to the event site.

He knew would see you again, always at 9:45.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Draw your swords, pt. 10

Summary: Haunted by her own mind, Y/N isn’t sure what to do with the information she uncovered. On the other hand, the Darkling felt a growing distance between them, allowing himself to admit something he never thought he’d say.

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, sexual innuendos 

Part one // Part two // Part three // Part four // Part five // Part six // Part seven // Part eight // Part nine   

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A long time ago lived a young boy with the power of saints. He held the darkness at the tip of his fingers, capable of forcing the day into an eternal night. Back then, he made all the wrong choices for all the right reasons. To protect the ones he loves, he allowed the shadows to consume him. Cursed with immortality, he walked the earth ever since. Forever alone, hurt and betrayed, the Darkling's heart no longer beat as it turned to stone. No longer did he suffer, no longer did he feel pain or anything at all.

Until now.

There was no escape from emotions when he looked at her. Even in the darkness, she had the ability to set his world on fire.

A single badly made decision in a moment where everything feels more important than love can make your entire life feel like a failure. He would never make the same mistake again. 

This lifetime he gives to her – wholeheartedly.

When they stopped for the night, he had felt uneasy as Y/N conversed freely with everyone but him. It seemed like she’s on edge and not knowing why gnawed at him. Once night came and they settled in their tent, the Darkling couldn’t contain himself.

"I sense some...hostility."

Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, "Oh, how observant of you."

"What happened?” He asked, “Did someone at the Palace do something to you? Was it Genya?"

"And what if she did?” Tilting her head ever so slightly, she neared him. “What would you do?"

Without thinking, he answered, "I'd protect you."

Inhaling sharply, she raised an eyebrow. "And what if it was you?"

Pausing, his eyebrows furrowed as he unclenched his jaw. "Is it me?"

"If it was you who upset me, would that bother you?" Y/N pushed further, genuinely wondering if he cares for her as much as she thinks. After all, who’d believe the Darkling has a heart? She was still trying to convince herself it’s real when he kisses her temple when he thinks she’s fast asleep.

"Immensely."

With her hands on her hips, she narrowed her eyes at him. "So, how would you protect me from yourself?"

Letting out a heavy sigh, Aleksander ran his hand through his hair. "I'd let you decide."

Closing her eyes in frustration, her lower lip curled inwards as her front teeth sunk into the flesh. A part of her wanted to ask him about being the creator of the fold, but it was an advantage that would be unwise to let go of. 

"Why are you being so agreeable? Is it because I spread my legs for you now?"

"I've never known you to be so crude." The muscles in his jaw tighten as he squints at her and it’s taking everything in her not to smile because she absolutely loved when he’d look at her like that. It felt more natural than the soft, wistful looks he’d send her way.

"And I never realized you could be so easily tamed”, she remarks, her voice louder than before.

Chuckling in disbelief, the Darkling shrugs off his kefta without breaking eye contact. "You believe that you've tamed me?"

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she shut her eyes. Her face is flushed, her head spinning and she has nothing concrete to tell him. She can’t make sense of anything anymore, the image of him in her head changing with every passing minute.

"I don't know what to believe anymore."

In two strides, Aleksander found himself before her. Cupping her cheeks, he tilts her head up to face him and when she opens her eyes, she’s lost in the universe that’s captured in his eyes. She loved the night sky littered with stars, but she never truly knew what it means to stargaze until she met him.

“I’ve discovered I love you.”

Raising her eyebrows, her jaw slacked. “When have you discovered that?” Her voice is high, tone defensive, but his smile grows because it wouldn’t be her if she didn’t fight him even when he’s trying to admit to something he long forgot exists.

“When all my decisions started to revolve around keeping you safe.”

Shaking, her eyes widened. “That’s impossible! You hate me!”

Placing a hand over her mouth, he used his other to press his index finger to his lips. “Shh”, he chuckles, “You’ll wake the others.”

Rolling her eyes, she licked his hand.

“Really? I’ve touched you in a way that made you scream long into the night”, he deadpans, “Your tongue can’t possibly disgust me.” Smirking, he leans in, “On the contrary.”

Slapping his hand away, she turned away from him. Grabbing her head, she sat down with her thoughts running so fast, too fast for her to pick one out to decide what she thinks, feels, wants.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her back flush against his chest. “I know you hate me now, but I’m a patient man. I won’t give up on you.”

He held her for a while, too long for either of them to realize the night had slowly trickled away from them and given way to dawn. Their journey wasn’t quite as long anymore. Soon enough, they’ll be at the fold and Y/N didn’t know what to do.

Should she tell him? Ask him for an explanation?

Would he kill her even if he said he loves her?

She still felt his kisses as he laid her down beside him. For the first time since they made love, they didn’t initiate any physical intimacy. Instead, they simply stared at one another.

She’s not for feeble minded people, there’s no doubt about it in his mind and if anything, Aleksander was more determined to love her because of it. She tested him in every way possible and while she was incredibly frustrating to argue with, Aleksander refused to give up on her. She’s difficult to understand to ordinary minds, but he isn’t ordinary.

His love will conquer in the end, he truly believed that. He could have continued on like nothing changed between them, but he could not be silent any longer. After all the time he’s spent in vein, all the years he wasted and lives he’s lived, Aleksander never found someone who gave him a reason to believe. Not until he met Y/N.

While she remained silent, stunned by his admission, he spoke of the day he first met Ivan and Fedyor. He spoke of their adventures, of their silly mistakes and she found herself smiling at first. Soon, she was laughing with him, and though she had no courage to admit it yet, she fell asleep thinking about him. Their knees were touching and her heart was racing, but the world never felt so right as it did when she was next to him.

Once on the road, she took the reins once again.

Kirigan ignored the whispers about her riding his horse, choosing to glare them into silence. No one dared to speak of it after.

Stopping a few miles short of their destination, Y/N drew a shuddered breath. The sight is hauntingly beautiful, a nightmare come alive. Swallowing thickly, a faint line formed between her eyebrows as they furrowed.

How could Aleksander be the Black Heretic? How is it possible for him to live so long?

“I’m here”, he whispers in her ear.

Goosebumps rise across the back of her neck as his warm breath dances across her skin. And there he is again, with her when she’s looking for solitude, offering his hand to hold and shoulder to lean on even when she least expects it. The worst thing is that she’s actually becoming dependent on his help and that scares her most of all, because what is she supposed to do when he decides he never did love her and all of it was simply an obsession fueled by her rejection. 

She’s still a novelty to him, that will wear off eventually.

“I’m not afraid”, she remarks, “I’m-“, she pauses in an attempt to find a better word, “Admiring it.”

“Admiring”, he repeats in surprise. “Most people find it absolutely terrifying.” 

She wondered if it frightened him. What would happen if he went in?

Turning her head to the side, she caught a glimpse of his parted lips. She felt ashamed how it caused her heartbeat to quicken, how it ached for a taste.

“I’m not most people”, she reminded him. And he knew that well. The Darkling would never fall for an ordinary woman.

“What I want to know is what went through his mind”, she grips the reigns tighter.

“Of the black heretic?”

Feeling his hands tighten around her waist, she nods. “I wish I knew what led to the creation of the fold. Why did he do it?”

“Maybe he just couldn’t help himself”, Aleksander’s voice is strained, “Maybe he’s just pure evil.”

Leaning the back of her head on his shoulder, she looked up at him. She longed for him, for an earnest conversation with their souls laid bare, but would she live long if she unveiled what her mind’s been tormented by?

“I don’t believe that”, she says softly.

Their eyes meet in an instant, the closeness forcing them both to hold their breath and look at each other silently. Looking at her, he touched her cheek gently with the back of his hand.

“Why give him the benefit of doubt?”

Aleksander’s free hand gently moves along her arm, finding its rightful place at the side of her neck, touching her skin so tenderly she felt blissful and it reminded her of that night where he unraveled her, made her scream in pleasure she never found before.

There was no denying it, Y/N had a weakness for his hand on her neck and his words in her heart, neither of which she had any willpower to refuse, especially not when she couldn’t breathe when he looked at her with such longing, shameful lust and indisputable passion and understanding.

It took everything in her to find the strength to speak again without her voice cracking under the pressure of her own emotions. 

“Because darkness doesn’t equate evil, just as light doesn’t equate good.”

Without a warning, he kissed her fiercely, violently, leaving her raw. She didn’t move away, she didn’t make a sound. All she did was close her eyes and part her lips and in that fraction of a second, she allowed herself to get lost in the beauty of a lover’s touch for when his lips claimed hers, nothing mattered anymore.  

When he broke away, she was breathless and undeniably his.

“What was that for?” She raised an eyebrow, a shadow of a smile forming on her bruised lips.

She shuddered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip ruthlessly as Aleksander’s breath caressed her skin. It felt so right, too right to resist his advances. She lived for those long nights in their bed, those thick with lust and romance and naked kisses.

Aleksander shrugs, “I wanted to.”

Lips parted, she didn’t know what to do with that. He told her he loves her, that he’d wait for her to love him back and most women would fall at his feet. Something inside her refused to do so. To admit her feelings out loud would be the end of her. 

If she allows herself to love him fully, how could she possibly be the cause of his downfall? 

What would be left of her if she took his love and used it against him in the most cruel way possible?

She’s losing who she is around him, but it hurt so much more to reject his love. Hating him, pretending her heart isn’t a feeble muscle where he resides is exhausting.

Truth is, he doesn't make her feel safe or comfortable as she once believed a man should. He makes her feel like she's teetering at the edge of a cliff and she's getting addicted to that feeling. She’s getting addicted to him – his scent, his touch, his handsome smile and devilish smirk and most of all to the way his darkness drives away her demons.

Love has to come at once, with thunder and lightning like a hurricane that wreaks havoc on your life, to shake you up and break the heart like leaves off trees, to drag it into the abyss - abyss he created. 

She used to fear the dark, but now she found herself running into it.

In that moment, she smiled. 

Perhaps the darkness is not so bad if he’ll be there, holding her hand.

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A/N - So, I literally wrote this in about two hours and I’m about to pass out. I wanna thank you for Eid Mubarak responses and especially for the feedback, I was just reading through them and they made my day so much better. I’m seeing some interesting theories too, some paragraphs you loved or just thoughts about the characters and IT GIVES ME LIFE. I’m so, so grateful for it all.

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PART 11

[littleroosteruwu]

Coyote and Fanboy , that’s it , just that. [A Fanboy idea that popped up in my head]

Fanboy and Coyote never spend time alone , never , nunca. They’re friends but never hanged out just the two , usually theirs someone usually is Payback or Bob .

Is not that they secretly don’t like each other or anything, they just never had to hang out just the two. So it’s a bit awkward when they find themselves alone. Fanboy is not a big fan of silence so he blurts out whatever comes to mind .

“I’m miss carambola.” Fanboy smiles because there’s no going back and he didn’t want to look rude or more awkward than what he feels . He doesn’t know why since he knows Coyote .

“What’s carambola ?” Coyote is just trying to escape the obvious weird awkward shit that is going on .

And fanboy explains —more like rants but Coyote got the gist of it.

“Its a fruit— Do you know what’s a fruit? Of course you know what a fruit is . I don’t know why I asked. Unless you don’t , which you shouldn’t be ashamed, Anyway —it’s yellow and when you cut it , the slices are star shaped -which is the best part , my mom would get mad at me because one time I refused to eat anything but carambolas,—I think it’s called starfruit i don’t remember, it’s been awhile that I haven’t had some and I can’t seem to remember to buy any. I think I need to buy some sticky notes , sometime I forget something , flies over my head , that actually reminds me that—

Payback comes looking for fanboy saving Coyote from all that info.

Coyote is still stuck on the part where Fanboy thought for a second he didn’t know what a fruit was . He decides not to take it personally. Payback had explained his rio would just go into a rant and suggested to just let it flow and wait patiently .

The three end up hanging out , both putting it behind them.

Except Coyote can’t stop thinking about Carambolas . Which bothered him , it was nagging him . It didn’t help when Fanboy was mentioned or when he was present. He would ask himself ‘did he buy it, or did he forget again.’

Coyote just imagines young fanboy eating the starfruit with a bubbly smile and wonders how big would the guy smile if he had it now . Would he scream in glee or smile so big that his face would hurt.

Then one day Fanboy is having a bad day , feeing homesick , everyone is comforting him , Payback keeps him under his arm , Bob tells him jokes and puns , Hangman would let him win over a game of pool , Pheonix and Rooster makes a big show when he wins making Fanboy smile . Coyote leaves, he wasn’t a big fan to see Garcia all mopey and looking like a kicked puppy.

And Fanboy just watches him leave with sad eyes feeling like shit because he probably made the guy uncomfortable .

Cut to scene: Javy is on his phone looking for stores to buy the fruit that has been stuck on his mind. Drags Hangman with him to a couple fruterías .

Hangman is just mildly complaining , Coyote shuts him up by reminding him how they drove for miles to go to that expensive antique shop to get that crystal goose for Rooster.

Fanboy stares at the fruit bowl stunned. It was full of carambolas , that was not there before. If he was a dog his tail would be wagging in that moment . He eats about 10 in less than 5 minutes. Mickey actually thought when Coyote had left because he had ruin the whole vibe with being upset.

Coyote gets a lap full of Garcia when the guy sprung out of the corner scaring the shit out of him . Now Javy practically has Mickey following him around like a lost puppy.

Payback randomly shows up at Coyotes and is like reading off of a list like instructions , like a mom ,telling the do/don’ts that he kept notes since he met Fanboy . 📝

Coyote is just there like : 😯 , Fanboy : 🤗.

[dadgonedeku]

Bnha boys & their s/o falling asleep on them

💤~Characters: Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, & Sero

💤~SFW & Gender Neutral!Reader

💤~Happy reading!!

Izuku Midoriya🥦

🥦~ You two were studying in his dorm, going over the notes from the day’s classes and making sure you both understood the assignments and whatnot.

🥦~ You were getting really tired, which caused you to lose focus, so you asked your lovely boyfriend if you could have a short cuddle break.

🥦~ He of course obliges, the two of you settle on his bed, he wraps an arm around your shoulders and neck to prop you up while he leans his back against the headboard.

🥦~ Makes sure you’re comfy before placing a short kissy to your forehead, rubbing small circles into the back of your neck and you can’t help but relax against him, a comforting and safe feeling washing over you.

🥦~ A few minutes of silence pass after a while and when he goes to ask you if you want to get back to studying he notices your closed eyes and the slow rise and fall of your chest.

🥦~ Omg you fell ASLEEP on him this is the day he dies oml ur so precious-

🥦~ He doesn’t want to disturb you so he just adjusts slightly so he’s comfy too and decides to turn in for the night.

🥦~ He falls asleep holding you close and it’s honestly the best sleep the two of you have gotten in a while 🥺👉👈 just knowing that you’re safe and comfortable with him is enough for him to cry-

Katsuki Bakugou����

💥~ He probably had trouble sleeping poor baby :(

💥~ He ends up just going over to your dorm and he finds you relaxing in your bed scrolling through your phone.

💥~ He tells you that he can’t sleep squee I live for soft baku, so you welcome him in to your bed.

💥~ He begrudgingly slips under the blankets next to you and you snuggle up to his chest.

💥~ He’s naturally warm so when he wraps his arms around you your body relaxes against him, a therapeutic feeling overcomes you and a wave of tired hits you like a truck.

💥~ You put your phone down and talk to him a little about why he couldn’t sleep and he just responds with something like “None of your business.” or “I just couldn’t sleep that’s all.” You don’t wanna push him so you leave it at that.

💥~ Your eyes become heavy after a while and soon enough you’re off to dreamland. He just glances over to you and sees you asleep in his hold, a peaceful expression on your face as you breathe in and out evenly.

💥~ He smiles to himself and holds you slightly tighter against his chest. He kissies the top of your head and falls asleep soon after. He feels safe with you and you definitely helped him sleep that night. Side note: he says something like “I love you dumbass.” because he thinks you can’t hear him!!! 🥺❤️

Eijirou Kirishima🥊

🥊~ Mmmmmmbabie-

🥊~ You were hanging out in his dorm and he’s playing video games with the bakusquad.

🥊~ You felt like boredom was gonna eat you alive so you just kinda slip yourself into his lap while he’s playing and he lets you adjust before getting back to the game, not really giving it a second thought.

🥊~ He kisses your head every once and a while and secures you in a safe hold by propping up his legs and holding his arms gently against your back with your head resting on his shoulder.

🥊~ He doesn’t want to shatter your eardrums so he speaks quietly into his mic. You end up zoning out to the soft sounds of clicking buttons and you adjust your breathing to his subconsciously.

🥊~ Eventually you just fall asleep on him, your head resting comfortably against his shoulder with one arm next to your head while the other is draped across his upper chest. He doesn’t even realize your asleep until about 10 minutes later. He wonders why you haven’t said anything yet and that only leads to his heart almost stopping because of how adorable he thinks you are.

🥊~ He logs off of the game and gently adjusts you in his hold to where he’s leaning back in his chair holding you like a bride, one arm supporting your back while the other rests over your legs.

🥊~ He kisses you gently and whispers sweet nothings to you as he stays put, slightly rocking you in the chair with him, soon enough his eyes grow heavy and he falls asleep as well. I love him literally so much he’s such a babe-

Shouto Todoroki❄️🔥

❄️~ You were probably doing homework together in his room, you decided to settle in his lap while going over notes and answering questions.

🔥~ He didn’t really say anything about your position, he just kinda accepted it and went with the flow, he parts his legs a little more and supports your back.

❄️~ If silence ever went on for more than a couple minutes he would check up on you to make you were comfortable and to answer any potential questions you might’ve had.

🔥~ As time goes on he feels you relax more and more against him, and when he goes to check on you again he sees your closed eyes and the pencil rolling out of your palm.

❄️~ He smiles softly and gently picks you up, careful not to move your body too much as he carries you to his bed. 🥺

🔥~ He tucks the two of you in and wraps an arm around your back, pulling you to his chest.

❄️~ He kisses you softly and just stares at you and admires how beautiful you are.

🔥~ He actually stays awake for a while before falling asleep next to you, it’s rare when he sees you so relaxed and vulnerable and he thinks you’re beautiful when you’re sleeping! Omg my heart kill me rn-

Hanta Sero🧃

🧃~ You were hanging out with him in the common room with the bakusquad.

🧃~ He’s got you cuddled up next to him as you and the others talk about whatever there is to talk about. Sometimes just random conversations with friends are better than being alone.

🧃~ You kinda zone out trying to listen to Ashido jump around while trying to tell a consistent story, and you don’t realize how tired you actually are until you catch yourself closing your eyes for a couple minutes at a time.

🧃~ Of course everyone but Sero notices how you’re drifting off to sleep, but none of them say anything because they wanna see his reaction and tease him about it.

🧃~ Sure enough you actually end up falling asleep the next time your eyes close, and Sero actually notices surprisingly fast.

🧃~ He went to ask you about why you were being so still and quiet and low and behold you’re asleep with your head on his shoulder and he blushes SOOOO HARD-

🧃~ Kaminari, Ashido, and Kirishima tease him to no end and he practically begs them to keep it down so they don’t accidentally wake you.

🧃~ After a while he just takes you gently in his arms and carries you to your dorm, placing you carefully in bed. He’s hesitant about leaving you so he tucks himself in beside you and holds your hand while pressing short, soft kissies to your fingers. He thinks you’re absolutely stunning while asleep.

[missymurphy1985]

The Extra (Part 10)

Warning - smut

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Arriving at the restaurant just before 6, you were a bag of nerves. All he'd told you was the destination and the time, he'd meet you there. You'd pre-booked your train home that night - last train to Birmingham New Street was just after midnight so you had plenty of time. Liane had headed home after dropping you at the restaurant.

After giving your name to the waiter at the door, he led you through to a quiet section at the back, the table laid with a rose and bottle of red wine waiting. You took your seat and looked around you. You'd never been somewhere as fancy as this. A few minutes later, you saw him walk in. Dressed in a light blue shirt that matched his eyes, navy trousers and shoes, and dark tie to match the trousers, he looked stunning. He smiled when he approached the table, kissing your cheek again and sitting opposite you.

"Can't quite believe you're here. Was worried you were going to ghost me again,"

"Yeah well... I was hungry," you grinned, making him laugh. God you could listen to that laugh all day...

"Have whatever you want. It's on me."

"No it isn't, I'm paying half. And I won't hear you argue otherwise."

"Yeah we'll see about that. They already have my card behind the bar babe, it's too late."

"Then I'm paying for the next date."

"What makes you think there will be a second date?"

"Seriously?" You mocked, and he grinned, licking his lips. You'd seen him do that in countless interviews but seeing it in person was something else entirely.

You talked. The conversation didn't end, there were no uncomfortable silences. He listened patiently as you told him about the cancer scare and how it had ruined your life up to now. How it had stopped you truly living life properly.

"And now?" He asked as the mains were cleared away.

Butterflies. Full on butterflies. And it had nothing to do with the wine either. Dessert menus were given to you both, but neither of you were interested. There was only one thing you were interested in, and it had nothing to do with ice cream.

"Now.. I don't know! I just feel free. I feel like I can do anything. It feels like a cloud has been lifted. I feel like I can have a normal life..."

"You know, my train isn't for another couple of hours.."

"Do you actually want to catch it?"

"Where are you staying?"

"Staying? Babe I live round the corner!" He chuckled, grabbing his jacket. You took your purse out and he shook his head. "Told you - I've already paid." You smiled, taking the hand he held out for you. As you both left the restaurant, you glanced over your shoulder hearing a camera click. Word had got out, there was a photographer hiding in the outside seating area. You nudged Cillian, who rolled his eyes.

"They follow me everywhere here, especially since filming ended. Come on," to your surprise he didn't let go of your hand. If anything he held it tighter, pulling you closer to him. The secretive, elusive Cillian Murphy didn't care who saw him, or who he was with. You tried to hide your face from the photographer but he was persistent. Asking who you were, how long you'd been together, did you meet on set...

Cillian didn't answer any of the questions, and neither did you.

"Don't hide your face. Makes them worse.." he whispered. "Head high, walk normally." He wrapped an arm over your shoulder, and you straightened up. He was proud to have you on his arm, that much was obvious. It was too late to try and hide it, so you embraced it. He was beaming with you under his arm, and you nuzzled closer to him, no longer caring about the photos being taken. A gentle kiss from him on your cheek, squeezing your hand in his over your shoulder.

The photographer had long gone, getting what he wanted. Still, neither of you cared as Cillian unlocked his front door - he lived in one of the terraced houses you'd seen when you arrived earlier that day. Once inside, he pointed to his living room and went to grab another bottle of wine and two glasses from the kitchen.

He placed them down on the coffee table and you opened the bottle. Pouring two glasses, you took a sip and leaned back on his huge sofa, slipping off your heels.

"I don't know how you do it, walking round in those things. Agony," he chuckled, pulling your feet up onto his lap and rubbing the soles making your groan.

"Well I'll wear them every damn day if you're gonna do this afterwards!" You laughed, leaning back with a moan.

His hands on your feet felt incredible, but not as good as your moans made out to be. You had felt extremely turned on ever since dinner, and you were putting on quite the show.

"That's it... Feels so good... Harder..." You could see him trying to hold his focus, he was the one who wanted to take it slowly but you had absolutely zero intention of it. Your skirt hitched up your thigh a little as you shifted positions, opening your legs just wide enough for him to see your lace stockings.

"You win..." He practically growled, before hoisting you up and onto his lap with force. His lips found yours, and within minutes your dress was removed. You grinned as his eyes scanned your body, refamiliarising himself with every curve, every mole and freckle that covered your skin. His eyes feasted on your breasts, held in place by the blue lace push up bra Liane had convinced you to buy, matching the blue lace stockings on your legs.

"You look incredible, but I'm gonna have to apologise in advance..."

"What for?"

"There's gonna be fuck all left of those stockings in about two minutes." You laughed as he lifted you up, carrying you up the stairs before kicking the door to his bedroom open.

Laying you down on the bed you stopped him.

"Let me make it up to you, yeah?" His eyes met yours, you could almost taste the hunger in them as he nodded and pulled back. You sat up, unbuckling his trousers and letting them fall to the floor around his ankles. He groaned as you took his length in your hand, stroking up and down the shaft slowly, teasing him with your tongue as it flicked over the tip. His hand on the back of your head trying to get more contact, you looked up and him and shook his hand away. Sinking your lips over him, you gave him absolutely no time to adjust, your head bobbing over his shaft, tongue lapping at the thick vein. He stumbled, falling out of your mouth and onto the bed on his back. You were quickly back on him, moving your body between his parted knees.

"Jesus... Fuck that feels good," he panted, his fingers gripping your hair holding it out of your face so he could watch you devour him. His breathy little moans encouraging you to sink your mouth further down, your fingers cupping his balls, squeezing them lightly making his hips thrust into your waiting throat. You didn't stop when you felt them tense, only moved quicker and harder. He was breathing erratically now, groaning as his orgasm quickly approached.

"Gonna cum y/n.. fuck I'm gonna cum... Don't stop.." several shots of warm cum lined your throat and cheeks as he panted your name, his grip on your hair tightening almost as much as his balls were, releasing his seed into your mouth. You rolled what you could around your tongue for him to see before swallowing it down.

"Get that sweet pussy up here..." He beckoned, with his eyes, and you moved your body up so your core was hovering over him. He picked apart the lace ties at the side of your panties and threw them across the room, lifting your arms to rest on the headboard in front of you.

"You might need to hold onto this, my hairs off limits after last time," he smirked, and quickly latched onto your clit with his tongue making your fingers grip the headboard and his name fall from your lips. His tongue was incredible, your hips involuntarily riding against his face as he licked and sucked you to heaven and back. It didn't take more than a few minutes to have you grinding against him, moaning as you came over his lips.

"That's got to be a record..." He panted, moving your body down to straddle him.

"Shut up and get inside me..."

"Condoms are in the top draw."

"I'm on the pill. Get on with it..." He grinned and thrust up into you hard. You leaned back to angle him perfectly against your g spot, and rocked your hips in perfect time to his thrusts.

"That's it babe, ride me... That's fucking it...." You pressed your fingers against your clit and circled it, desperate for another release. He continued to pound up into you relentlessly, holding your hips steady.

"Right there... Right fucking there!" You were so loud you were convinced the neighbours were calling the police requesting a welfare check, but neither of you cared. If they listened, they'd hear their famous neighbour's voice booming just as loud as yours, both of you on fire as the release came hard and fast. His thrusts pausing as his seed shot inside you, your walls clamping him, claiming him as you came over him. You body collapsed onto his, your forehead resting on his chin as he kissed it lightly, waiting for your heart rates to come back down.

You eased off him, laying on the bed, when his arms pulled you onto your side, turning you to face him as you lay together, staring into each others eyes.

"Cillian?"

"Mhmm.."

"I love you too."

[moldisgoodforyou]

on my mom's grave

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“How drunk do you think we’re going to get tonight?” Sophie asked, tipping back the last of a lemon White Claw as the two of them got ready for the night in her room.

“Dunno. I’m not really feeling it tonight.”

She paused, glancing back at him. “Do you not want to go?”

He shook his head and took the can from her, disappointed to realize there was nothing left. “No, no, it’s fine. I’m cool. Probably just won’t drink.”

“Is this about the phone call with your dad earlier?”

Rafe sighed, gritting his teeth. “It’s not - I’m fine, Soph.”

She crossed her arms and eyed him over, trying to get a read on his body language. “You’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” After Rafe tugged his shirt over his head, ready much faster than Sophie, he paced around the room for a few seconds before speaking up. "Hey, so...Sarah's getting presented at the annual deb ball in spring."

Sophie seemed unbothered, turning her back to him as she wrestled her way into a crop top to get ready for the night. "Those are still a thing? Cool, so you're going home for it?" She paused, glancing over at him in his polo. "Undo another button."

He did so, then rocked back on his heels with his hands in his pockets, trying to figure out what to say next.

She slowly turned back to him, realizing he was still tense across his shoulders. "What?"

Rafe rubbed the back of his neck, a tell-tale sign he was nervous and Sophie wasn't going to like what he was about to say. "Yeah...my dad wanted you to come home for it too."

"What? Ward? Why?"

"He, kinda, uh, wants you to be presented too?"

She just laughed, turning back to the mirror with her brow furrowed in slight concentration as she applied another coat of mascara. "Okay. Sure." But when he didn't elaborate, she turned back to him again, lips pursed. "Cameron. Tell me you told him no."

"...I didn't not not tell him no."

"Rafe."

He cracked under her stare. "I'm sorry, okay! Look, it's easy, all you have to do is throw on a pretty white dress and gloves -"

"A dress that costs thousands of dollars -"

"Hundreds, but - I'll cover you, obviously -"

"No." She turned back to the mirror, shaking her head. "Fuck no. I'm not going."

"Sophie." He nearly begged, stepping closer and running his hand through his hair. "Baby. C'mon."

"Don't call me that. No. I don’t fit into that part of your world.”

"Not even for me?" He pleaded, giving her a half-hearted grin. He ignored her last sentence, knowing any argument he had for her point would be dismissed in two seconds. "I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important, you know that."

She turned back to him with crossed arms, fixing him with a glare. "Do I know that?"

"Soph."

"Don't, Rafe." She warned, holding one hand out, but he stepped closer anyways.

"Angel. Please. For me." He forced a smile, tried cracking a joke. "I really don't want to have to call him up and get read the riot act."

She furrowed her brow and Rafe reached out and smoothed out the lines in between her eyebrows before he could stop himself, making her soften just a little. "If I were to say yes. What would I have to do?"

"Just wear the dress, attend a dinner, party the night before and party that night." He paused, thinking. "And stay at my house for the weekend. Be civil to my dad.” At her eyeroll, he fixed her with a more serious gaze. “Meet my grandparents. Hang with my sisters. C'mon, Wheezie adores you."

"You're lying."

"I'm not. She thinks you're cool. Sarah too, but she’s less likely to admit it." He kissed her forehead, hands going to her waist. "Please?"

"It's that important?"

"I swear. On my mom's grave."

Sophie frowned immediately, reaching up to fix his hair. "That's not necessary."

"You'll do it?"

"...Yes." When he made a small fist pump, she fixed him with a glare. "Only because I love you."

“I'll go down on you every night for the next two weeks -”

She rolled her eyes at his promise, shoving lightly at his chest. "You basically already do that anyways, Rafe -”

"Okay, fine, I'll tie you up, something, anything, god, thank you, Soph. You don't know how big of a favor this is. I mean it." He sighed in relief, the tension draining from his body.

She ignored him, turning back to the mirror to apply lip gloss, carefully smearing the wand across her lips. “Why does he want me to do this? I don’t understand.”

“Is that the sticky stuff? I hate that stuff, it gets all over me when we’re kissing -” He started, then quickly shut his mouth as she flipped him off without looking. “Uh, ‘to integrate you into our society.’ Direct quote.”

“Oh god.” She groaned, setting the lip gloss aside after applying it, then started searching through her jewelry case. “So I’m gonna have to be on my best kook behavior?”

He snorted. “Sophie Flint, a kook. Not likely.”

“Watch it.” She pointed a warning finger in his face. “You don’t see anything weird with this? Your dad hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you.”

“Rose does.”

“That’s not true either.”

Sophie raised her eyebrows, challenging him.

He shrugged, relenting with a sigh. “You’re not her favorite person, no, but neither am I.”

“You think this was more her idea? For Sarah to do it too?”

“Nah, actually, pretty sure it was my grandparents’ idea. Probably Granddad. My mom went through all this, so…”

She turned her back to him and gathered her hair, offering the clasp of her gold chain to him. “Your mom was a debutante?” She questioned with interest.

_______

Rafe rarely ever talked about his mom - Sophie had only found out how she died from a newspaper article in the online archives, and hadn’t wanted to bring it up since. All she knew was that Mrs. Cameron had passed away in a car accident when Rafe was fourteen.

Both Sophie and Rafe’s schools shared a building, despite them going to private academies, and overlapped for certain advanced placement classes. In freshman year, they were together for AP chemistry, with Sophie sitting proudly at the front of the class while Rafe sat in the back with a group of his friends, often cracking jokes at inappropriate times or throwing wads of paper at each other. Freshman year Sophie was the epitome of stuck-up - she resorted to insults instead of making friends and kept to herself, terrified someone might find out that she was on scholarship and wasn’t truly meant to be there.

The day after the car accident, Rafe was unusually quiet. Sophie hadn’t heard the news yet, it was barely second period and she wasn’t looped into the trail of gossip like the rest of the girls at Greenville. They were partnered for an experiment that day - Rafe had groaned when he heard Sophie’s name after his from the teacher, and Sophie barely suppressed a roll of her eyes. She took charge right away, getting all the supplies and set up their work station without even addressing him. After a few minutes, she slid the small glass of solution to Rafe, raising her eyebrows. “You can do the work too, you know.”

He was completely spaced out, only glancing up when she said something. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

Sophie rolled her eyes, lifting a beaker and extending it to him. “Yeah. I know. Just drop in 10 milliliters of the solution, it’s not hard.”

Rafe sighed as he rested his elbows on the edge of the table, rubbing his temples. “Look, can you just do it?”

She finally took note of the dark circles under his eyes, the way his shoulders were slumped, but misinterpreted it all. She smirked, taking on a taunting tone. “What, you’re still drunk from last night or something?”

He gritted his jaw, his entire body growing tense, and tugged at the collar of his polo. “Fuck off, Flint. Not in the mood today.”

She recoiled immediately, setting the beaker down with a little too much force. “Don’t be an asshole.”

“Don’t be a fucking bitch.” He spit back, standing abruptly. She winced as the stool squeaked across the floor, drawing everyone’s attention - as if they hadn’t had it already. Kelce stepped over and went to grab Rafe’s arm, possibly pull him away, but Rafe just wrenched his arm out of his grip. “I’m fine.” He growled, storming out of the classroom without looking back.

After a few moments of stunned silence, with Sophie on the verge of shocked tears, their teacher cleared her throat and redirected everyone’s attention, pointing one of the girls over to join Sophie instead. Molly made her way over, occupying Rafe’s seat in the space across from her. “Poor Rafe,” she murmured.

Sophie frowned, pulling her jacket tighter across her chest like a shield of armor. “Poor Rafe? What?”

Molly nodded, lowering her voice a little. “Yeah, you didn’t hear? I’m surprised he’s at school, honestly.”

“I didn’t...what happened?”

“Oh.” Molly frowned. “Um. You know that winding road, the one that goes downhill toward the ballet studio?”

Sophie didn’t, she didn’t even have a clue - the ballet studio was on the entire opposite side of the island from where she lived, the height of Figure 8, and she hadn’t ever had a reason to even venture that way. “Yeah? What does that have to do with Rafe?”

“Um, well, it was pouring last night, and his mom was driving down that road. I heard she lost control of the car and wrecked it. There was, like, a drunk driver that swerved into her lane, but she tried to avoid him and hit a tree.” Molly told her, careful on the details.

“I’m pretty sure the Camerons can replace a car.” Sophie replied, not wanting Molly to confirm where she thought she was going with the story. She dug her nails into the skin of her thigh anyways, feeling anxiety bubble up in her chest.

Molly shook her head, slowly. “Mrs. Cameron died, Sophie.”

Her heart dropped and she bit the inside of her cheek, hard. “Oh.”

“Yeah. I’m surprised you didn’t hear the sirens last night, I saw like eight police cars last night headed toward his house. I heard Sarah was in the car too, I think -”

“Is Sarah okay?” She couldn’t concentrate on anything but her ears ringing, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Oh, yeah, I think so. But god, how awful, right? The funeral is next weekend, Ward Cameron told my dad this morning. Is your family going?”

“Um...I don’t know.” Sophie glanced toward the door, hoping to god he would come back through the door and Molly would confess that it was all a joke, that she hadn’t just started something with Rafe on that day of all days.

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Rafe nodded. “Yeah. ‘Course she was. I think she really enjoyed it, actually, she’d always tell Sarah when she was little about how pretty she would look in the dress, how important it was to learn the right etiquette and -” He cut himself off, realizing he was sharing too much, and deftly fastened the clasp before pressing a kiss to the top of her head, letting her step away. “All that.”

“Huh.”

He smiled to himself, thinking about how his mom would let little Sarah play dress up in her old ballgown with gloves that went up to her armpits, wobbling around in high heels twice the size of her feet. His mom would tell Rafe he’d have to watch out for Sarah with her escort, keep him in line, and that when he was in college he’d be presenting a girl as well. But he was nine and didn’t think of girls in that way quite yet, so he always scowled and left the room.

“It’s kind of cool, I think. The tradition of it all.”

“The ball? Have you been?” She caught his eye in the mirror as she adjusted her top, not wanting to push for too much information before he’d shut down altogether.

“No...I was gonna present Brooklyn at the one here in Columbus, sophomore year’s normally when the girl gets presented, but. Yeah. No, I meant, it’s kind of cool that you’ll be doing something my mom did.” He rubbed the back of his neck, meeting her gaze for a moment then looked away.

“Yeah?”

“She would have liked you. I know it.”

Sophie perked up a little, cocking her head. “You really mean it?”

“Yeah. She would have liked that you have an attitude with me.” He grinned when she turned back around and took his hand, tugging him over to sit on the bed next to her. “She was always saying I needed to find someone to match my energy, keep me in check. I wish she could have met you.”

“I did meet her. Once.”

He perked up, cocking his head. “You did?”

“Yeah, I served her when I was working at the restaurant at the country club once, I was only fourteen. I remember she made some comment about me being too young to work and I told her I liked it. Then she asked my name, and I remember she seemed like she knew already when I told her.” Sophie nodded. “She was really nice, left way too big of a tip and wrote my name on the bill. I always thought that was funny.”

Of course she knew, Rafe thought as he smiled to himself. She knew, because Rafe had come home and complained about a girl getting on his nerves every single week since seventh grade. She knew, when the complaints turned to “why won’t just be nice to me” and his mom had quipped that Sophie probably liked him - he had scoffed and walked away. She knew, because his mom had come home from the country club and told him Sophie Flint was a much nicer girl than Rafe painted her to be, and Rafe had immediately turned bright red and been embarrassed that his mom sought her out.

“I like that.” She leaned into him, taking his hand to play with his rings. “Will your grandparents be there? At the ball?”

“Oh, yeah. They sit on the board, I’m pretty sure, it’s this gigantic charity event. I’ll introduce you, but don’t worry, they’re chill. Nothing like my dad.” He adjusted himself so she was comfortable, then pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

She chewed on the inside of her lip, treading carefully. “I thought your dad grew up on the Cut.”

“He did. But my mom, no way. Kook through and through. That’s, uh, where a lot of my trust is from. After she died, um. She wanted to be sure me and Sarah were set.” He shrugged, ears turning red as he felt his throat getting tight.

Sophie frowned, feeling him closing off, and leaned closer to hug him, arms wrapped tight around his waist. “You know you can talk to me about this stuff whenever, Rafe? I’d like to hear more about your mom. She sounds like an amazing woman.”

“She was.” He nodded, settling his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on the top of her head, closing his eyes for a moment. “Thanks, Soph. This is a really big deal to me, that you’ll go. I know it’s not your scene.”

“Love you.” She murmured. “You’d better buy me a pretty dress.”

He laughed, leaning back just enough to tip up her chin with one finger and kiss her. “You’ll be the best looking one there. I swear.”

“Oh, I already knew that.”

“Okay, okay, big head -”

She swatted his arm, laughing as she ducked out from under him. “Watch it, or I won’t go -”

“I was kidding!” He exclaimed, wrestling with her for a moment before grabbing both her hands and pinning them above her head.

Sophie sucked in a breath, caught off guard. “We are going to be late.”

“We’re already late.” He pointed out, taking a moment to realize the lack of innocence in the position, then slowly smirked. “We could be later. They’re not gonna miss us.”

“Rafe.”

“Sophie.”

“No.”

“You’re positive?”

She just gave him a look, staring him dead in the eyes and willing herself not to react when he leaned down with a grin and kissed the bridge of her nose.

“Please?”

“Fine. The ball or sex right now. You choose.” She raised her eyebrows, arching her back a little on purpose, pressing her hips up against his.

“That’s not fair.” He frowned, immediately shifting his hips away and moving so both his knees were on either side of her instead. “This is blackmail.”

“Your choice.” She reminded him, biting her lip for good measure.

He faltered, sitting back on her thighs and letting go of her wrists. “Soph, it’s - it’s for my mom. I swear. Not for my dad, Rose, anyone else.”

Sophie dropped the teasing act right away, propping herself up on her elbows. “Right, right, sorry. I won’t push it.”

“It’s alright.” He climbed off her, standing, and offered his hands. “Five bucks James makes some joke about us being late because we were having sex.”

“I’m not taking you up on that.” She rolled her eyes, accepting his hand and pulled him into a hug. “Love you long time, Cameron.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Love you too, favorite girl.”

“What do the dresses look like?”

“Uh...white?” Rafe shrugged, tugging on her hand to get her to follow him downstairs. “I dunno. When we go home for Thanksgiving I’ll book you an appointment to get fitted, I think it’s at some bridal shop on the mainland.”

“Sounds expensive.” She muttered, shaking her head.

“It’s…yeah. It’s not cheap.” He admitted, then shrugged as she followed him out the door, starting their walk toward the bars. “I’ll take care of it though. All of it. By the way, have you booked your flight home for Thanksgiving yet?”

“Um...no. I was going to look this week, it’s probably too late now though.”

“Hm.”

“Hm? Why, are you going home?”

Rafe nodded, not looking her in the eye. “Taking the plane.”

“Oh. Of course.”

“The plane...that no one else will be on...and it’s kinda ridiculous for you to waste money and carbon emissions on a separate flight…” He tried convincing her, a small smile playing on his lips as she rolled her eyes.

“You need to learn how carbon emissions work if you’re going to use that as an argument with me.”

“So that’s a no to sex on the plane?”

Sophie stopped in her tracks, confused. “That wasn’t - Rafe, what?”

“You, me, alone on the plane. Sorry, was I not clear enough?”

“I didn’t even say yes -”

“Oh, so you’re going to leave me all by myself on our one-year anniversary -”

She raised her eyebrows, challenging him. “When’s our anniversary, Rafe?”

He raised his back, stopping on the sidewalk to face her. “On my terms or yours? Because if we’re going with mine, it’s Halloween -”

“No, I had to ask you to be my boyfriend, it’s November 18th -”

“That is such an arbitrary thing, Sophie -”

“Hey! Stop stealing my vocabulary.” She interjected, pushing at his chest. “It’s the 18th, because I had to ask you out.”

“Okay. Whatever story makes you happy.” He shrugged, laughing when she shoved at him again. “Come on the plane with me.”

“...Fine. Only because I don’t want to miss our class reunion party on Wednesday night, I’m pretty sure some people still don’t believe we’re together.”

Rafe laughed loud at that, looping his arm around her shoulders and started walking again. “Pretty sure Topper still thinks it’s all an elaborate lie.”

“Does he know that we nearly hooked up in his room last winter break?”

“No.” He grinned. “Are you forgetting that you had to sprint into his bathroom right when I was about to kiss you because of some tequila thing you had?”

She tilted her head slightly. “You’re remembering wrong. That was sophomore year, before we were dating, I barely drank last year...you almost kissed me?”

“What? No, I think...remember, we were arguing over something, then you whispered in my ear to go up to his room and left. I went up a couple minutes later.” He shook his head. “I wasn’t going to make a move, Brooklyn and I were together then.”

Sophie scowled at the mention of Brooklyn. “I must have been hammered, I don’t remember any of this.”

“You wanted me.” He smirked, trailing his fingers along her collarbone. “One might say desperate.”

“No, no. All I remember is waking up in Topper’s bed feeling like shit, I had some crewneck on from your academy.” She ignored the blush creeping up her neck.

“How do you think you got there and got the sweatshirt?” He frowned. “I took care of you, Sophie. You really don’t remember?”

“I think I blacked out.” She confessed, shaking her head. “You took care of me?”

“Of course I did. Plus, I thought I was about to get some, I would have done anything for you.” He grinned, laughing when she shoved his shoulder. “Really thought that was the night I’d finally win you over.”

“Yeah, well, you can blame Sarah for her heavy pour that night.” She shook her head, smiling fondly. “I really wish I remembered that.”

“I wish you remembered too. Maybe you would have given me a chance before then instead of setting me up with Julia.”

“I - no! She asked to be set up with you, no, I did not instigate that at all.” She defended herself straightaway, cheeks flushing pink. “She said if I wasn’t going to make a move, then she was going to.”

“Sure. Whatever you believe.” He teased, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as they arrived at the bar. “Hey, Soph.”

She rolled her eyes, going to get in the winding line outside until he tugged her wrist back, pulling her to his chest. “What?”

“Thank you. I mean it.”

Sophie softened, smiling as she rose up on her toes to kiss him. “Of course, baby. I’ve got your back.”

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Hiiii!! pretty please may i request prompt 1 (enemies to lovers), with huge 10 (jealousy, from wanda to r) and "i" ("i love you but that's not funny)??? from the 100 followers celebration. Also, congratulations!!!!

Hey,

Thanks for your request! Unfortunately the rules stated to choose either a letter or a number prompt, otherwise I'll choose for you, which is what I'm doing now.

I hope you'll like the fic anway.

Love, Charlie

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Wanda Maximoff x Genderneutral!Reader

Warnings: None

10. Jealousy

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Wanda wasn't a violent person, she really wasn't, but something about the way that women put her hand on your arm and left it there for just a few second too long, stared into your eyes too much and laughed too hard at your jokes made her blood boil. And the worst part was that she had no right. The two of you weren't dating, in fact you weren't even that close. You were a former SHIELD agent who sometimes joined the Avengers for missions. That's how you met and mostly the only reason the two of you spent time together. Of course Wanda soon realized that she wanted more reasons to be near you, to hang out with you when you weren't on missions or preparing for them. She liked you, more than most other new team mates, which didn't go unnoticed by her brother. "You're the one who can read minds, not (Y/N). I highly doubt that staring at her will do you any good", Pietro quietly laughed. Wanda tried to hit her annoying twin on the arm for his unasked comment, but he ran away, only to reappear on her other side a second later. "(Y/N) doesn't seem all that interested in the conversation anyway, I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you interrupted and stole them away to dance", the speedster suggested, looking from you to the dancefloor. Wanda shrugged. She didn't much like to be at this stupid Stark Industries Gala, dancing wouldn't help. And worse, she might embarrass herself in front of you. "I'm fine where I am", she told her brother, who began to grin at her words. "You know, dear sister", he said while laying an arm around Wanda's shoulder. "Somehow I don't believe you. But if you're telling the truth and you really are fine I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I asked (Y/N) to dance." Wanda didn't need to use her powers to know that Pietro was only trying to get on her nerves, or to make her talk to you. Neither was good, but the latter was even worse. Talking to you meant trying to find an excuse as to why she had interrupted your conversation and that was something she really didn't want to do. "Go ahead, ask them." Wanda wasn't worried about her brother dancing with you, spending time with you, she knew the two of you were friendly, nothing more. The reporter, however, was a different story. She was beautiful and Wanda could hear her clear laugh across the room. It took all the willpower she had not to enter the other woman's mind to know her intentions with you, or to make her leave you alone all together and vacate her spot at the bar for Wanda to take. All of the sudden Wanda realized that your eyes were on her, no longer on the woman next to you, and the very next moment a thought entered her brain, so loud and clear that you must have found a way to send it to her. Why are you staring like that? What was she supposed to answer? That she didn't like you talking to the reporter and laughing at her jokes? That she wanted to be the one to make you smile and to gently touch your hand to see if it really was as soft as it looked? That she was jealous? She decided against any of those options and instead, for once in her life, followed her brother's advice, much to Pietro's surprise. Within a few seconds Wanda was in front of you, putting herself between you and the reporter and forcing you to focus all your attention on her. "(Y/N), would you like to get a bit of fresh air? With me?" Just a moment later Wanda couldn't believe that the words had actually left her mouth. For once the shyness that took over whenever you were near her had disappeared and a bit of her usual confidence had returned. You leaned to the side a bit to look at the reporter and for the fraction of a second Wanda felt her heart split in two. You were going to decline her offer and stay with the other woman instead, she just knew it. Or at least she thought she knew it, because just a heartbeat later you opened your mouth to say the most wonderful words Wanda had ever heard. "I'm sorry, I really do need some fresh air. Maybe we'll catch up another time." Wanda didn't leave you enough time to overthink your decision, instead she took your

elbow and all but dragged you out of the ginormous ballroom Stark had rented for the evening, right past a grinning Pietro onto the balcony. You weren't alone there either, but it was less crowded than inside and at least there were no other women trying to flirt with you. Though now that she had you alone and the jealousy induced adrenaline had vanished Wanda was at a loss for words. She usually wasn't shy, but every time she felt your gorgeous eyes on her all thoughts seemed to leave her brain. "So, any reason you dragged me away from my cousin?" It took Wanda a moment to hear your words, and another to fully register them. You couldn't be talking about the woman from the bar, could you? There was no way she was your cousin, she had clearly been flirting with you. "That reporter was your cousin?", Wanda finally asked, sounding more suspicious than she liked. You just nodded, a sly grin now playing on your lips. The same lips Wanda had been dreaming about for weeks, the ones who had just smiled at the other woman. Your cousin. "She's naturally flirty, that's just who she is. But she's family, nothing more. In fact, there's someone else I like." Wanda's relief was short lived. Of course there was someone. Someone with a normal life probably, who didn't risk her life any other day and didn't have freakish abilities that would scare any sensible person away. "You might know her", you continued, the grin only growing and a hint of mischief appearing in your eyes. "She goes by the name of Wanda Maximoff." To say Wanda was stunned would be an understatement. She must have misheard. There was no way- "And she's standing right in front of me", you continued, silencing her thoughts and doubts. Wanda was now sure she must be dreaming, especially when you reached out to take her hand in yours, which really was as soft as it looked and as Wanda had always imagined. "And if she lets me", you whispered in Wanda's left ear before pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. "I'd like to take her out to dinner tomorrow", you continued into her other ear, pressing a kiss to her other cheek afterwards. Wamda wasn't sure what to say, but for once she felt as if words weren't necessary anyway, they wouldn't convey her emotions the way she wanted to. Instead she pulled you closer by the hand you were still holding in your own. She placed her other hand on your waist before leaning closer to connect your lips in the kiss she had been waiting for. It was sweet and soft and spoke of many more to come, both that same evening and during your date the next day. And with your lips on hers and both your arms now around her neck, pulling her even closer, Wanda forgot all about beautiful reporters and flirty cousins, you were the only thought on her mind.

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I hope you like the fic even though I didn't incorporate all your prompts. And in case anyone was wondering, of course I know Pietro is dead, but I felt like Wanda needed her brother to hype her up in this scenario.

[urbfsecretgf]

The boy next door. (pt2.)

a/n: no one asked for more but im just gonna keep posting as i write bc its fun :)

(everything is made up including names, family members and text messages)

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you look at the message from vinnie and smile.

"what are you so smiley about y/n?" you mom says in a jokingly way

"she met a boy at the ice cream shop" jack says sounding annoyed

"soooo whats his name, is he cute, how old is he, where does he live, i wanna know everything"

your mom has always been a little nosey when it comes to boys, especially ones that make you smile.

"mommmmmm" you say

"oh come on i just wanna know"

"okay fine" you give in "his names vinnie and he lives next door, he came into the ice cream shop while we were waiting and he complimented me on my ice cream choice"

your mom laughs and says; "he seems like a very sweet boy, why dont you invite him and his family over for dinner tomorrow?"

"we arent moved in fully yet mom" jack interrupts

"oh vinnie offered to come over tomorrow and help move stuff in, you can invite him and his family over for dinner when hes here if you want to"

your mom sits and thinks about it for a second. she's never liked asking for help "you know we could use the extra hands, if you want to text him and see if hes willing to come over around 10 and help unload boxes that would be wonderful. i'll make lunch too depending on how long it takes"

"YES!" you scream in excitement, "i'll text him right now and see if he can. love you mom!"

you run upstairs and let out a squeal. you where so excited to see your dream boy again.

you text vinnie and throw your phone on your bed.

"oh shoot!" you yelled. "if he does come over i have to clean my room i can have it look like this." you look down at your floor and see all the laundry scattered everywhere.

"im such a mess"

you put on your favorite playlist and start dancing while you clean your room.

*BZZ*

"mom! he said hes coming over tomorrow!"

"sounds good!"

you keep cleaning your room but eventually fall asleep because you had a long day today.

when you woke up you checked the time.

"ITS 10:45??"

your alarm never went off causing you to over sleep.

"i havent showered, i havent gotten ready, i havent done anything! and my room still isnt clean UGHHHH!"

you quickly throw on a pair of pajama bottoms and a crop top you found in your closet, you put dry shampoo in and throw your hair into a bun.

you grabbed your glasses and run down stairs.

"well good morning sleeping beauty" vinnie says to you staring at you.

"OMG YOU'RE HERE!"

"yeah you told me to come over... your mom is an amazing lady i must say, i also didnt know you wore glasses"

"MY GLASSES NOOOO!" you panic realizing you didnt have time to put your contacts in

"calm down its okay y/n. i like them." vinnie smiles at you.

"his smile is so pretty, and his eyes, wow." you think to yourself.

"y/n?" your mom says

"huh?"

"you okay? you zoned out for a second"

"OH yeah no im great." you realize you zoned out while staring at vinnie who was in a white tank top and is wearing a baseball cap. you couldnt stop yourself from starring.

"hey mom.." jack says "i found this in with the books"

you look at jack and realize hes holding your old bra

"JACK THATS MINE STOP" you gasp. oh boy that's embarrassing.

vinnie starts laughing and looks at you.

"stop laughing"

you're so embarrassed that he just saw that.

"dont worry y/n its okay. my dog had my boxers on her head after she went snooping in my room."

you can't help but to laugh a little.

the thought of seeing his dog with his boxers on her head is something you would pay to see.

"alright so is there anything else you would like me to move Mrs. Anderson?" vinnie asks your mom

"i dont believe so unless y/n or jack has anything to move" your mom looks at you and your brother waiting for a response.

jack breaks the silence and goes "nope, i think everything is in my room already."

"y/n do you have anything you need help unpacking or anything?" he looks at you and his eyes are this beautiful chocolate brown color.

"yeah i do actually."

vinnie and you head up to your room

"im sorry its such a mess i was trying to clean it last night but i must have fell asleep."

"don't worry about it, my room is way worse than this"

he reaches for a magazine he sees and giggles

"whats so funny? HEY PUT THAT DOWN!"

he laughs and sets it back down

"you know i think its cute."

"whats cute?'

"you, everything about you."

you roll your eyes and smile

"you're dumb Mr. Hacker, but you're cute as well"

"thank you Ms. Hacker."

"what did you say?"

"huh? nothing, anyways is that all you wanted me to help with?"

"yeah thats it thank you."

vinnie walks downstairs and you follow.

your mom is in the kitchen with your brother.

"oh vinnie before you leave, would you and your family like to come over for dinner tonight?" vinnie looks at you and then at your mom.

"i think they would be delighted to come over for dinner tonight Mrs. Anderson, i'll text them right now."

you go into the living room to watch some tv. vinnie follows and sits next to you.

*BZZ*

vinnies phone goes off

"they said they would love to come over, do you have a time in mind on when they should come over?"

"does 7:30 work?"

"that will work just fine."

looking at the time you realize you and vinnie have spent 5 hours together already.

"i should probably get heading home, i have to shower and get ready for dinner tonight, see you then everyone!" he kisses your cheek and heads out the door.

"bye vinnie see you tonight!" your mom and brother exclaim

"what a sweet boy" mom says

*4 hours later, 7:00 PM*

"Vinnie and his family will be over in 30 mins please make sure everything is ready and make sure you guys are ready aswell"

your mom has always been one to make sure everything and everyone looks good before any guest come over.

the door bell rings.

"y/n!! can you please get the door?"

you rush downstairs and open the door.

"hey y/n, wow you look good"

you curled your hair, put makeup on, and are wearing your nice fancy dress.

"hey vin i could say the same thing about you."

both of you are dressed up very nicely. he's wearing his blue suit and has his shirt buttoned down showing chest tattoo.

something about his tattoos drive you insane. you love them.

he introduces his family to yours

"i never knew you had a twin brothers." you say as your brother and his run off to the backyard.

"yeah they are a real pain in the ass"

"i know what that's like"

the two of you laugh

"this is a beautiful house you have jackie and you have 2 beautiful children as well" vinnies mom says to yours

"well thank you sandy im very blessed with what i have gotten in life, your 3 boys are such angels especially vinnie here. hes been very helpful today and i really appreciate it."

he smiles at your mom and then at you

"dinner was amazing, thank you for inviting us over and introducing us to your family, we are going to have a bbq here this weekend if you guys want to join." vinnies dad offers

"we will be there"

"awesome, well we best get going its late and we both have work in the morning, thank you again."

"yeah anytime! thank you guys for coming."

you say goodnight to vinnie and his family and head upstairs.

*BZZ*

New Message from Vinnie <3: you looked absolutely stunning tonight

To Vinnie <3: thank you vin, you looked very handsome tonight as well i must say, you look handsome every night tho.

From Vinnie <3: you're cute, goodnight luv sleep well :)

you set your phone down and smile. hes truly the best guy you have ever met.

[slytherinnbitch]

Day 10: Hair Dye

Warning: This is basically a thirst trap. Nothing mature but well like I said thirst trap.

The first thing that registers Harry's mind is fuck. After three minutes of complete silence and mind numbness, it's not much but hey, at least his mind has started working again.

He ravishes the man infront of him with his eyes alone, for the moment. He hasn't noticed Harry yet and that's great actually. Harry can stare all he want, just then Draco looks up and stares directly into Harry's eyes.

Shouldn't have said that then, but he doesn't really mind. Eye contact with Draco Malfoy is as erotic as one might imagine it to be, and so much more.

He doesn't think he can keep the eye contact for much longer, Draco's gaze is intense on his and just like that he is panting for more. He gasps loudly before making his way towards the bar. He tries to hold Draco's gaze but it's near impossible, there are so many people around. He hasn't hated people more in his life before this moment, and he gets mobbed almost everyday.

"Hi," he says, it comes out in a whisper of a breath.

"Hello," Draco gives him a smile and Harry's heart literally can't take it anymore.

"You look stunning," Harry compliments and a slight blush tinges Draco's cheeks. He sweeps a bit of hair behind his hair and Harry sees it.

It isn't the lightening, Draco actually has golden highlights all over, matching his golden liner in an perfect manner. He looks angelic and Harry wants to destroy him.

"Thank you, Potter." Draco smiles at him again, and why aren't they already together again?

Oh yeah,Draco wants to take it slow, that's why. But Harry is already smitten and it's just their second date. It's their second date and Draco has gotten golden highlights.

"Don't you think it's about time you started calling me Harry?" Draco smirks at him and then whispers his name such a way that it's absolutely delirious.

Draco's tongue comes out to touch his bottom lip for just a second before it vanishes again and Harry can't help the whimper which passes through his half-bitten lips. Draco does it again, this time it's deliberate and when Harry looks up, Draco is staring at him so hungrily that Harry wants to apparate them back to his house this moment.

"Let's drink, shall we?" Harry says at last, his throat is dry and he needs about three drinks.

"Shots?" Draco asks innocently, batting his eyelashes at him that Harry knows there's a catch somewhere but he agrees anyways.

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As soon as the bartender lines up six shot glasses, brimming with tequila and a side of salt and lemon wedges, Draco smirks at him.

"You first, Harry?"

Harry gulps loudly and nods. Draco takes a lemon wedge and dabs it lightly in the salt and how can that look so fucking erotic???

He takes the lime wedge and smears it on the slender skin just above his collarbones and Harry, Harry stops breathing altogether.

Draco pushes the shot glass slightly in his direction and then leans closer, "Go on Harry, take a shot. Don't forget to taste the lime and salt afterwards. Afterall, that's the best part of it." Draco says muskily.

Taking a deep breath, Harry takes the glass and gulps it in one go, hardly feeling the burn of the alcohol. He leans forward and licks Draco's skin and it's like he is on fire. He sucks the skin for a while before letting go. It leaves a pretty red and Harry wants to leave bruises all over Draco's body.

"My turn?" Draco asks but even his voice has gone a bit rough and those molten silver eyes are almost black now.

Harry does the same as Draco, although he isn't even remotely as graceful. Draco wets his lips and takes a shot, he doesn't immediately go for Harry's neck as Harry did. Infact, he looks at Harry's lips for a second too long, smiles and then licks his neck and a small moan escapes Harry's throat.

After the shots are done, with Draco still sucking on his neck, Harry can't take it any longer. He pulls on Draco's hair slightly- he might be a little obsessed with it- and Draco looks up from his neck, golden and white hair slightly mussed up and those hungry golden eyes, and Harry blurts out, "Can I kiss you?"

Draco exhales shakily and nods, and Harry captures his lips and never wants to let go.

His tongue seeks Draco's and they entwine together, licking and tasting one another. Draco bites his lower lip and then soothes it with his tongue. Harry is going mad with lust.

"I know we agreed on taking it slow, but can I- can we please go to my place now? I can't-" Harry doesn't even get to finish his sentence as Draco attacks his lips against.

After several moments, and inappropriate kisses, they break apart, "Merlin yes, let's." Draco rasps.

Harry has to rack his brains for a moment before he understands what Draco means. He takes him by his waist and apparates them out of the club from then and there, Statue of Secrecy be damned.

@cupofsquirrelfan thank you for your prompt

Day 9: Poem || Day 11: Stuffed animals

Requests open and welcome

[wagner-fell]

Mari kicked down the dressing room door with a bang so loud Kevin jumped and spilled his hot coffee cup all over himself. Hearing his yelps of pain, Astrid peaked her head out of the curtain, laughed at his expense then shut it again. Maria ignored that.

They strutted out to where the boys were sitting and struck a pose. “Can I rock cottage core or can I rock cottage core?”

Kit didn’t trust himself to speak. He simply nodded instead. While the baby blue dress with short, ruffled sleeves looked a bit out of place paired with Mari’s bulging muscles, she looked absolutely stunning.

The Merry Hoes were located in the back room of the antique store Kevin’s family owned. The Chu’s just got a large donation of vintage clothing. Mari had just gotten their pay check from the downworlder gym she worked at. Kit and Astrid really didn’t want to do their maths homework. It was destiny.

Despite being downworlders both Blessica and Kevin still lived at home. Mari, though, lived with the rest of their pack in an old Edwardian mansion a few blocks away from school. However the five of them slept over at each other’s place of residence so often they blurred together in the young Herondale’s mind. He could really only tell them apart by their smells.

Mari’s reeked of dirty laundry as they were one of four folks on the feminine side of the gender scale out of the lycanthropy of London, Blessica excluded. Her house smelled like Ube, a type of yam her Filipino parents put in everything. Kit couldn’t complain. Ube flavoured ice cream was the best thing he’s ever eaten. Aside from Mari. Though he wasn’t usually the one… Nevermind.

Kevin’s house smelled of Longjing tea and red wine. A peculiar combination that oddly enough, worked quite well.

Astrid had two homes as her parents divorced at the age of six. Stepping into her mom’s house was like stepping into a cookie factory. Which made sense as her mom owned a bakery and lived above it. Kit didn’t know exactly what Astrid’s dad’s place smelled like, let alone looked like, but he could make an educated guess that it was similar to the Los Angeles Institute because it was in LA too.

After they separated, Miss Yang fled to Devon to dodge the possibility of seeing her ex-husband when they exchanged Astrid. Kit related to her on a deep, personal level.

Now Astrid spent her summers in America and Kit drained his battery on international phone calls.

Her three months in the USA each year helped him bond with her better when they had first been introduced. For example, her ringtone was the Perry the Platypus theme song. Blessica, Kevin and Maria had no clue what it was but when the music reached Kit’s ears, the two sang an epic duet that put Kiss Me More (the second most iconic duet in history) to shame.

“How much is this anyway,” asked Mari, turning in a circle to see if there was a price tag. In the process she sent the fabric fluttering as she went. It made them look more magical than ever.

“There is no price on fabulousness,” said Astrid. She had on loose, black dress pants, a white shirt, and black suspenders with gold blemishes.

“Yes there is,” replied Kevin. “54 euros.”

“54 euros,” exclaimed Mari.

“Well it would have been €34 but you made me spill my coffee and this shirt was 20 so..”

“Seriously, Kev. I will fuck your mom. You think I won’t?” A pause. “Wait, only twenty €20?”

“Oh, I know right! There is this incredible thrift store down on Fleet Street and-”

“Don’t care,” interrupted Mar. She took one last look in the mirror before turning back to him. “I’ll give you your parents' price, not your dramatic ass’s one.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Fine. But it’s an extra €10 for the shoes.”

Mari looked down at her tan sandals. They leaned against the door they just excited to take the footwear off. “Racist,” she muttered under her breath.

“I’m literally Chinese.”

“Homophobic, then.”

“Pansexaul,” he sang.

Mari was silent for a moment before she banged on the door into the room Blessica was changing into her rose pink gown. “Blessie! Do I have permission to call Kev transphobic in your name?”

“Hey,” said Kevin, looking up from his task of rubbing a paper towel across his sheer, white shirt. “That’s cheating. Blessie, don’t listen to them!”

The nickname ‘Blessie’ was what her family exclusively called her. She turned red when they had first found out. Granted, it wasn’t hard to make Blessica blush. All she had to do was stand in Kevin’s general area.

“Blessica,” called Mari once again. When she still didn’t answer, Maria stood up and pressed their forehead against the changing room door. “You okay?”

“No,” Blessica croaked out finally. Her hoarse voice was laced with sorrow. Upon hearing her speak, Kevin abandoned any hope of saving his top and joined Mari at the door. Kit and Astrid were quick to follow.

“Hey,” said Astrid gently. “What’s wrong?”

Blessica began to sob. “The dress doesn’t fit right,” she whimpered.

“That’s okay,” soothed Kevin. “We have other sizes.”

“Kev, it doesn’t fit my body because it wasn’t made for my body. I just feel so ugly.” All the other Merry Hoes made various sounds of distress. Kit was instantly reminded of Dru,

He was suddenly fifteen again. In Ty’s bedroom as he told him of all the times she’d been told she wasn’t pretty by members of the Shadowhunter society. And all the times Emma or Julian or another member of her family had reassured her that she was. The thought occurred to Kit that maybe they weren’t Emma-y as Blessica needed them to be.

“It’s just like,” started Blessica, “I started taking Estrogen seven months ago, you know? And I still don’t have anything to show for it.”

His mind was racing a mile a minute. “Yes you do,” he said.

“I do?” she asked, sounding dubious.

“Your voice!”

“You do have a really nice voice,” agreed Astrid. “You could totally narrate audiobooks or something.”

“No it’s not,” grumbled Kevin.

“Kevin,” said Mari, glaring daggers at him. ‘Kevin’ in this case didn’t mean Kevin. It meant ‘Shut your mouth right or I will actually kill you’.

“No, not like that! It’s just…” he was blushing profusely now. “Her voice is like the rain. Most of the time it’s soft and warm and it wraps you in one big, wet hug. You can’t help but feel, well, blessed to get to feel it touching your skin.. But when it rains hard you feel every single drop land. But no matter what kind of rain it is, the impact is always enormous. Uh, yeah, her voice is like that.” There was a moment of prolonged silence, where Blessica had stopped crying but no one was brave enough to talk.

The door opened and Kit, Kevin and Astrid stumbled backwards. Mari didn’t. Stupid gorgous jock, Kit thought as she survayed her inferiourors.

Blessica stood in the open doorway. Her eyes were puffy and red. The dress looked perfect on her. Not that this style hadn’t looked perfect on Mari but their arms were so thick, they filled up the entire selve. Blessica was so petite you could see her bones clearly through the skin. It highlighted the flowness of the gown extremely well. “You guys like my voice?” Then, “why are you all staring at me, is it that bad?”

“Blessie,” said Mari. “You can’t just put on that in front of four people who like women and expect them not to stare.”

“Respectfully, of course,” added Kit.

“Just tell us if it makes you uncomfortable,” agreed Kevin.

“Step on me,” breathed Astrid.

“But then again,” said Mari, “you validate yourself too.”

“Run me over with a cement truck.”

“We can see your hot as fuck. But more importantly you have to believe you’re hot as fuck.”

“You could literally kill me and I’d get on my knees to thank you.”

Blessica was blushing as hard as Kevin now. They sheepishly smiled at each other before turning away. “Simp,” said Kit and he held out his hand. Astrid dutifully rewarded him with a high five.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am on the trans spectrum but I am not mtf. If you are and you feel misrepresented please feel free to private message me or just leave a comment tell me how I can fix it.

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[thedeathdeelers]

what’s mine is yours

Julie could tell she lost him once they hit the second chorus. It was quiet in the studio, too quiet, for one Luke Patterson.

They had been so productive that morning, churning out line after line, nearly getting a full song out ready to use during their next rehearsals. But then something must have happened between the bridge connecting the second chorus to the third verse because he had just...stopped.

He stopped talking, humming, tapping - he had even stopped bouncing. Which for anyone who has known him for more than 10 seconds, a still Luke was rarely ever a good sign.

Scribbling out the last part of the final chorus before it slipped her mind, Julie moves to place her journal onto the coffee table before she twists in place on the couch, tucking her right leg under her as she faces a sullen looking Luke.

He is sat facing the front, his arms crossed on his chest and his head leaning back against the sofa cushion. Julie tries to catch his eye but finds it impossible with his gaze remaining transfixed on the ceiling above them.

She stares at him for a few seconds, hoping he’d notice the sudden shift on her end of the couch. When that doesn’t seem to work, she gives up and pokes at his sleeveless arm.

“Luke.”

He startles at her touch, his head snapping back down and turning to look at her. She quirks an eyebrow at him, a small smile on her face.

“You good there, grumpy-pants?”

His mouth drops open but no sound comes out. He blinks once, twice, snapping it shut before he manages to form a coherent reply.

“Did- did you just call me grumpy-pants?”

“Yeah, it’s what you’re being right now,” Julie replies unapologetically, lifting her shoulder and letting it drop back down in a half-shrug.

He shakes his head at her reply, whether in exasperation or amusement, she’s not entirely sure.

“So what’s up? You seem...” she waves her hands in a circular motion in his general direction, “out of it.”

“Yeah it’s...it’s nothing. Just got lost in my own mind for a bit.” He tilts his head towards her before he continues, a smirk on his lips. “I let my mind...wander.”

A laugh slips out of her as she smacks his arm, regretting ever telling him about that incident.

“You’re the worst.”

She rolls her eyes as he momentarily grins at her, before it slowly slips from his face once they lapse back into silence.

Julie shuffles forward, moving closer to Luke until her knee is pressed up against his thigh. She reaches forward, grabbing onto his fingers and tugging until he relents, releasing his arm to her as she pulls his hand into her lap.

“You wanna let me in on the wandering?” She keeps her voice soft, her eyes trained on her fingers as they fiddle with the rings on his.

She hears him plopping his head back onto the back cushion of the couch, heaving out a loud sigh in the process.

“Y’know,” he lifts his other arm, waves at the general expanse of the studio. “Life.” He grunts out a humourless laugh. “Actually, more like lack of life.” His arm lifelessly drops back onto the couch.

Julie’s fingers still, lifting her head to stare at Luke’s profile.

“Lack of life?”

“Y-yeah. Being a ghost has its perks, and most of the time, with you and Alex and Reg, it’s easy to forget about our...” He grimaces as he flounders for the right word, “reality. But then there are moments where I just...” Luke trails off, letting out an exaggerated puff of air.

“Luke?”

At the sound of her voice, Luke rolls his head in her direction, his eyes coming to rest on her face.

“There are moments where it just... hits me. When we’re on stage and I think I can feel the blood pumping with every beat of Alex’ drums, and I’m in this high until I remember....” He swings his head back to face the ceiling as he continues. “Or when I see you smile at me and I know that I should be feeling this fluttering in my chest at the sight, but then there’s just...nothing.” He knocks on his chest once with his knuckles. “Radio silence.” Twisting his mouth into a grimace, Luke reaches up with his free hand to scrub the frustration from his face.

Julie’s heart contracts at the sight of his anguish, unsure of how to navigate these unchartered waters.

There was no way for her to give him a straight answer; all she could do is tell him what she believes to be an undeniable truth. Her undeniable truth.

She takes his hand and gently places it against her beating heart.

Luke twists his head back towards her in surprise, his gaze shifting between their hands and her face.

“What-”

“You feel it?”

“Feel what?” He asks her, confusion evident in his eyes.

“The steady beat.”

“Uh- I- I mean yeah, I would hope so but...” He trails off, unsure of where this is going.

“That’s your heartbeat. It’s there for both of us, Luke.” His eyes lock onto hers, a strange shiny quality to them. Her smile tugs up at the sides at her next words. “Until yours decides to pick up the slack and help me out a little.”

She watches as his features soften, his mouth twitching at her attempt to lighten the mood.

She leans forward so that their noses are touching, resting her forehead against his.

“Okay?”

His eyes bore into hers, the colour in them as stunning as they were the first time she had seen them.

And it’s because they are at such close proximity, because she knows him as well as she knows herself, that she notices the shift in his eyes.

The heavy burden of worry that was clouding his eyes starts to dissipate ever so slightly as a tentative light shines through.

“That was very cheesy, Jules.”

A giggle escapes her along with the feeling that for once, she managed to say the exact right thing. Her fingers slide from his face to the base of his neck, twisting and locking into his hair.

“Yeah well,” she scrunches her nose at him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “You love me. So that’s your problem.” She shrugs, pulling back just enough to retract her hand and tap her finger against his nose.

His answering grin stretches across his face, his arms pulling her back in.

He nods at her statement, humming in agreement.

“You’re right - you are my problem.”

And if she’s too happy in this moment to reprimand him for calling her a problem, then that’s nobody’s business but hers.

All she does, all she can do, is snuggle back into him, resting her head against his shoulder and pressing her face against his neck.

Which is why she feels his next words more than she hears them.

“I love my problem.”

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FIN