#i already got one but i want another one to hold onto and sell in a while

[beauzos]

Beau can't get a job in SOBR so i microdose him being normal by forcing him to do double shifts at the neopets hospital for the plot

[baelabong]

ꜰᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ

(ɪᴅᴏʟ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ x ᴀᴄᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

plot: being an actress was hard. not the job itself but rather the worry of having to come home to a sulky girlfriend

warnings/notes: jealous mj, lowkey toxic IF YOU SQUINT, male mentioned…..

you’re standing there on the stage, lights flashing from every direction, and the crowd is going wild. you and byeon woo seok, side by side, holding the “couple of the year” award like it’s the most natural thing in the world. the audience is clapping so hard you can barely hear yourself think, but you don’t need to think. you’ve done this a thousand times—smile, pose, play the part.

you shift your weight slightly, leaning into woo seok just enough for the cameras to catch the moment. “we really did it,” you whisper, voice soft enough to be drowned out by the cheers, but he hears you. you’re both used to these little moments by now—playing the perfect couple for the world to see.

“told you we would,” he responds smoothly, flashing that charming grin of his, the one that always makes the fans go crazy. as he pulls you closer, his arm casually wrapping around your waist, you keep the smile up. nothing too over the top, just enough to sell the chemistry the media loves. you both know this game inside out.

then it’s time for the acceptance speech, and you let him take the lead. he starts off with the usual thanks—production team, the director, the fans. he’s good at this, the right mix of serious and charming. when it’s your turn, you step forward, and without missing a beat, you slip into character.

“i honestly don’t know how i got so lucky,” you say, glancing at woo seok like he’s the best thing that ever happened to you. it’s all for the cameras, but the way you say it feels real enough. you’ve got to give the people what they want. woo seok smiles back, playing along effortlessly. “working with him was… a lot of fun,” you add, letting a playful smile tug at your lips. “i guess spending so much time together on set paid off.”

the crowd eats it up. the flashes keep coming, and you can almost hear the headlines writing themselves: perfect couple, on-screen and off.

but then—buzz. you feel your phone vibrate in your clutch. you ignore it at first, focus on the speech, on the cameras, on the thousands of eyes watching your every move. but when the moment comes to step back, you glance down just to check. it’s minjeong. you swipe open the message: congrats on the award… you looked good with him.

great. you try not to let it show, but your smile slips for just a second before you catch yourself. no one else notices—not woo seok, not the crowd—but you know exactly what that text means. minjeong’s watching, and she’s not loving what she’s seeing.

you quickly slip the phone back into your bag, telling yourself you’ll deal with it later. right now, the cameras are still on you, and you’ve got a job to finish. you give woo seok a nudge, and he chuckles, leaning into you a little like the perfect co-star, ever the gentleman.

“we make a good team,” he says, loud enough for the audience to hear, and you nod, keeping the smile plastered on your face.

“the best,” you reply, just as smoothly.

another round of applause, and then you’re making your way off stage, the sound of clapping and cheers following you. woo seok walks beside you, relaxed as ever, but your mind is already drifting elsewhere. you know when you get home, minjeong’s going to have something to say about this, and it won’t just be a “congrats.”

you catch woo seok giving you a sideways glance as you walk off stage together. “everything okay?” he asks quietly, and for a second, you think about telling him what’s going on, but then you just shake your head.

“yeah, just... a long night,” you say, brushing it off. because, really, the last thing you need is for anyone to see behind the curtain.

the applause from the award ceremony is still ringing in your ears as you step onto the red carpet, woo seok beside you like a perfect co-star. the night feels surreal—one of those moments where you’re completely aware that all eyes are on you. the cameras are flashing, and every inch of you is under scrutiny. but you’ve got this. after all, this isn’t your first time handling the spotlight.

your gown is stunning—floor-length, shimmering in the lights, hugging your curves just right. you feel powerful, confident. beside you, woo seok is as charming as ever, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back as you both pose for the photographers. it’s all part of the act, and you’re good at it. the fans are screaming, holding up signs, calling your name. you give them that practiced smile, tilting your head just enough to give the cameras what they want.

but as you turn slightly, something catches your eye—a group of k-pop idols arriving on the other side of the carpet. aespa. you spot the flashes around them, fans going crazy at the sight of the group. your heart does a little flip, because standing right there, amongst her members, is minjeong.

she looks breathtaking. her icy blonde hair catches the lights just like your gown does, and her sharp, flawless features are impossible to ignore. but it’s her eyes that stop you in your tracks. because she’s not just glancing at you—no, she’s looking right at you. there’s something intense about her gaze, the way her eyes linger on you and then shift slightly, settling on woo seok’s arm, which is still resting casually around your back.

you freeze for a moment, heart racing. it’s not like she’s glaring or anything, but you can tell. there’s something simmering just beneath the surface, hidden behind her unreadable expression. her lips are pressed into a thin line, and even from this distance, you know she’s feeling something. something that probably isn’t good.

your mind starts racing, trying to figure out what she’s thinking, what she’s feeling. jealousy? maybe. frustration? definitely. you’re not sure, but you know it’s not the look of someone who’s loving this public display with woo seok.

you feel woo seok shift beside you, still blissfully unaware of the tension, and he leans in just slightly, giving the cameras another moment to snap. “ready to move on?” he asks, voice light and easy.

you blink, snapping back to the present. you’ve been staring for too long. the cameras are still on you, the crowd is still watching, and you can’t afford to break character. you plaster on that same flawless smile and nod, even though your mind is a mess. “yeah, let’s go,” you say, voice calm and controlled, even though your heart is hammering in your chest.

but as you and woo seok start to move down the carpet, you can’t help but glance back at minjeong one more time. she’s still watching. still standing there, looking like she’s got a million thoughts running through her head. thoughts that probably include how to deal with this whole scene later.

the night feels endless. you and woo seok stop for more photos, answer a few questions from the press, all while the weight of minjeong’s gaze sticks with you. you know she saw everything—the award, the speech, woo seok’s arm around you. and you can’t shake the feeling that when you see her later, there’s going to be something you’ll need to work through.

because as much as you’re putting on a show for everyone else, there’s no hiding from minjeong. she knows you too well.

the set is buzzing, lights hot on your face, the familiar chaotic energy of knowing bros filling the air. you’re seated next to woo seok. you lean back slightly in your chair, trying to shake off the nervous energy that comes with being on a show like this, especially knowing the kind of teasing you're about to get.

heechul, sitting across from you, gives you both a sly grin. “so, y/n,” he begins, dragging out your name, “everyone’s been talking about your chemistry with woo seok. i mean, you two look like you’re glued together half the time. you must be pretty close, huh?”

you smile, already bracing yourself for the wave of jokes that’s coming. "well, we are on set together almost every day," you say, glancing at woo seok. "you kind of have to get along, or it’d be a nightmare."

heechul raises his eyebrows. "oh, so you’re saying it’s all professional? just good co-workers? not even a tiny spark?"

woo seok jumps in before you can answer, smirking. "don’t let her fool you. y/n loves working with me. i bring the charm, the energy, the good vibes. who wouldn’t fall for all that?"

you roll your eyes dramatically. "yeah, okay, keep telling yourself that."

heechul cackles, sensing an opening. "ooooh, here we go. so, y/n, tell us—what’s really going on? rumors are flying, and we’ve gotta know: are you keeping woo seok in the friend zone, or is there something more?"

you can feel woo seok’s gaze on you, that playful look in his eyes, but you’re already used to this. it’s part of the game, part of the act you both put on for the cameras. you smile, shaking your head, starting to get annoyed at the continous attemptat trying to out you "sorry to disappoint, but we’re just friends. really."

"friends?!" heechul repeats dramatically, as if it’s the most shocking news he’s ever heard. "with that kind of chemistry? come on, y/n."

woo seok grins, leaning back in his chair. "see? even he doesn’t believe it."

you smirk, looking at woo seok. "well, maybe it’s because he doesn’t have to spend hours with you between takes, watching you trip over your own feet or forget your lines."

woo seok gasps in mock offense, clutching his chest. "wow. throwing me under the bus again, huh? and here i thought we were close."

you shrug, leaning into the banter. "hey, someone’s gotta keep you humble."

heechul’s eyes gleam as he leans in closer. "okay, so we’ve established that y/n’s not easily impressed, but woo seok, seriously—what’s it like working with the nation’s new sweetheart? you’re telling me there haven’t been any sparks?"

woo seok tilts his head, pretending to think about it, drawing out the silence for dramatic effect. "well… there have been some pretty intense moments on set, if you know what i mean."

you give him a playful shove, laughing. "oh my god, stop. we’re literally just acting."

heechul grins, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "acting, huh? sure doesn’t look like just acting to me. i’m telling you, you two are giving off some serious energy."

the set is alive with laughter, the hosts eating up every second of the playful tension between you and woo seok. it’s fun—easy, even—because you know how to play your part. but in the back of your mind, there's that quiet voice reminding you that someone else is watching. minjeong.

you keep the smile on your face, but the thought lingers. what is she thinking right now?

heechul shifts in his seat, sensing a change in energy. "alright, alright, we’ll let it slide for now, but mark my words—there’s something there. and when you two finally admit it, i’ll be the first to say i told you so."

the cameras cut to a commercial break, and you let out a small breath, relieved to have a moment to yourself. woo seok leans over, grinning. "you okay? you looked like you were about to roast me alive."

you laugh lightly, shaking your head. "nah, just trying to keep you grounded."

he chuckles, leaning back in his chair as the set crew scurries around, preparing for the next segment. but just as you’re about to relax, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. instinctively, you pull it out and glance at the screen.

minjeong:you two looked really good together on screen today.

your stomach tightens. you stare at the message for a second too long, trying to gauge the tone. is she upset? sarcastic? you can never tell with texts like this.

"everything okay?" woo seok asks, noticing the sudden shift in your expression.

you quickly lock your phone, forcing a smile. "yeah, just… you know how it is."

he doesn’t press further, but you can feel his eyes on you as you slip the phone back into your pocket. great. the break ends, and you’re back on camera, smiling, laughing, playing the part like nothing’s wrong.

but minjeong’s message sticks with you. you know her well enough to realize there’s more behind those words than she let on. she’s definitely not happy.

you run through the rest of the show on autopilot, your mind half-present in the playful banter with the hosts, half-worrying about what’s waiting for you after. it’s not like minjeong has ever made a scene about your acting jobs before—she knows what your career involves. but this? the way you and woo seok are being portrayed, the teasing, the on-screen chemistry... it’s different. it’s public.

as soon as the cameras cut for the final time, you say your goodbyes to the hosts and make your way backstage. woo seok follows, still laughing about the last joke heechul made, but your mind is elsewhere. you quickly pull out your phone again, reading the message over and over.

you two looked really good together on screen today.

"are you sure you’re okay?" woo seok asks again, this time more serious, noticing the tension in your shoulders.

"yeah," you reply, your voice a little too light, too forced. "just tired."

he doesn’t push it, thankfully, and you head out, stepping into the cool night air. the ride back to your place feels longer than usual, the city lights passing in a blur. and as soon as you’re alone, you pull out your phone again.

you stare at minjeong’s message for a moment before typing back. thanks. it’s just for the show though, you know that, right?

her response comes almost immediately. sure, i know. just for the show.

but you can feel it, the unspoken tension, the way her words linger on the screen like a challenge. you can already tell that when you see her later, there’s going to be a conversation. maybe more than that.

just for the show. but with minjeong? nothing’s ever that simple.

you step into the apartment, as the door closes behind you, the excitement fizzles out, replaced by a heavy tension hanging in the air.

the apartment, usually warm and inviting, feels different tonight. colder. the soft glow of the tv is the only source of light in the room, casting shadows across the space. you can hear the low murmur of a rerun playing on the screen, and your stomach twists when you realize which one it is—tonight’s episode of knowing bros, the one where you had flirted with woo seok for the cameras, winked at him, laughed a little too easily for the sake of the show. it was all harmless, part of the job. but now, seeing the episode again, you feel the weight of what’s coming.

minjeong is on the couch, her legs stretched out, her lean frame tense, even though she’s pretending to be relaxed. her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, and her sharp jaw is clenched. she doesn’t even glance your way when you enter, her eyes glued to the screen, but you know she heard you. she always hears you. her icy blonde hair, slightly disheveled, falls over her eyes, casting shadows on her already sharp features. the aura surrounding her is unmistakable—minjeong is sulking, and it’s because of what she saw.

you set your bag down quietly, trying not to disturb the tense silence any more than necessary. the weight in your chest grows heavier as you take a few steps toward her. “hey, baby,” you say softly, testing the waters, hoping to break through that wall she’s put up.

“hey,” she mutters back, her voice flat and distant. no glance in your direction, no smile. just the tv, and that damn scene where you’re teasing woo seok playing on a loop.

you watch her for a moment, taking in the stiffness in her posture, the way her knuckles are white from how tightly she’s gripping her arms. usually, she’d pull you in for a hug the second you walked through the door, maybe tease you about how your day went. but not tonight. tonight, she’s locked herself in that stubborn, jealous shell of hers, and getting her out of it is going to take more than a simple apology.

you sit down next to her on the couch, the space between you feeling like miles. minjeong still doesn’t look at you, her eyes glued to the screen as the scene plays out. you can hear your own voice coming through the speakers—flirty, teasing, the kind of voice you use when you’re trying to sell chemistry for the cameras. on screen, you’re laughing with woo seok, winking at him, leaning into the banter like you’re having the time of your life.

you can feel minjeong’s mood shift with every second that passes. the tension radiating off her is almost palpable, and even though she hasn’t said a word about it yet, you know exactly what’s going on in her head. you’ve seen this side of her before—the possessive, quietly brooding minjeong who doesn’t like sharing you with anyone, not even for the sake of work.

“minjeong,” you say softly, leaning in a little closer, testing the waters. “you know it’s just for the cameras, right? it didn’t mean anything.”

she doesn’t respond at first, her gaze still fixed on the tv as your on-screen self giggles at something woo seok says. her jaw tightens, and she lets out a quiet huff. “i know,” she mutters, her voice clipped. “doesn’t mean i liked it.”

you sigh, moving a little closer, until your thigh is pressed against hers. her body is warm, but there’s a chill in the way she’s shutting you out. you reach out hesitantly, placing your hand on her forearm, but she doesn’t relax under your touch. “baby, come on,” you say gently, trying to coax her out of her mood. “it’s just acting. you know you’re the one i come home to.”

finally, minjeong turns her head to look at you, her sharp eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. her expression is a mix of jealousy and frustration, though she’s trying hard to mask it under her usual calm demeanor. “it’s not about that,” she says quietly, her voice rougher than usual. “it’s just… watching you flirt with him like that, hearing everyone laugh like they believe it… i didn’t like it.”

there’s an edge to her voice that makes your heart ache. you know minjeong isn’t the type to voice her insecurities often. she’s always been the confident one, the one who stays cool under pressure. but right now, you can see the cracks in her facade, the vulnerability she tries so hard to hide.

“minjeong,” you whisper, leaning in closer until your faces are only inches apart. “you don’t have to be jealous. it’s just work. you’re the only one i’d ever look at like that for real.”

her eyes narrow slightly, and she huffs again, though this time it’s more out of frustration than anger. “yeah, well,” she mutters, her voice softening just a fraction. “doesn’t mean i want to see you doing it, even if it’s fake.”

before you can respond, minjeong moves, her strong hands finding your waist as she pulls you smoothly into her lap. you let out a surprised gasp, but you don’t resist, settling onto her thighs with your legs straddling her. her hands grip your waist firmly, possessively, as if she needs to physically remind you that you’re hers.

“look at me,” you say softly, cupping her face with both hands, forcing her to meet your gaze. her eyes flicker with something unreadable—frustration, jealousy, maybe even a little insecurity—but you don’t look away. “it’s just us now. no cameras, no acting. just me and you.”

minjeong’s grip tightens slightly, her gaze still intense as she studies your face. “you know i don’t like sharing,” she mutters, her voice low, almost growling. “even if it’s just for show.”

you lean in, pressing your forehead against hers, your lips barely brushing hers as you whisper, “you don’t have to share. i’m all yours. always.”

her breath hitches slightly at your words, and you feel her muscles start to relax under your touch. her hands slide up your sides, her fingers pressing into your skin possessively, and you can feel the last remnants of her frustration melting away.

“damn right, you are,” she mutters, her lips brushing against yours as she speaks.

you smile softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “no more sulking, okay?” you tease, though your voice is gentle.

she huffs, rolling her eyes, but there’s no real bite behind it. “fine,” she mutters, her hands still firmly gripping your waist. “just… don’t do that again.”

you laugh softly, kissing her again, this time on the lips. “only you, baby. i promise.”

minjeong sighs, finally relaxing fully into your embrace, her arms wrapping around you tightly as she pulls you even closer. the tension between you fades completely, replaced by the quiet comfort of being together. you rest your head against her shoulder, feeling her heartbeat slow as she holds you, the weight of her jealousy slipping away.

“you’re so possessive,” you murmur, a smile tugging at your lips as you rest in her arms.

minjeong hums, her voice low and satisfied. “only when it comes to you.”

[starzblvd]

Me Espresso.ᐟ

Ellie thinks coffee tastes disgusting, but you taste delicious. Do u guys get my fire references in here, hope you babes enjoy 🍽️ Band!Ellie Bsf!ellie college!au

Hot summer nights while having your knees digging your weight into the carpet floor of your best friends small dorm room was starting to become weekly routine. Making band tees with cheap markers for her band that had its fair amount of supporters, somehow they’d sell out every time they performed. It was probably because there’d only be like 20 shirts that actually looked good enough to put out for sale.

Sitting next to you was Ellie with half of a bun she struggled to keep it together had some strands fall out and onto the back of her neck. You could smell the perfume on her, you convinced her to buy it that one time she’d agreed to come shopping with you. Wanting to be helpful you had to show her the right way to wear it, by spraying it on your wrist to then rubbing it into her collarbone, just to be helpful of course.

Holding up a finished shirt Ellie grins into the cocky face you’ve gotten to love the look of,

“Oh they’re gonna love this,”

“what your 300 Spotify listeners?”

“Ouch,” Ellie looks at you playing heartbroken to then throw the shirt right at your face. It was always banter like this, with the very few times the lines almost blurred to get somewhere further. Staying away gets harder when being with her was so natural.

“Just for that I’m so not coming to your concert tomorrow.”

“Hey hey hey I need my number one fan there, plus we’re getting ice cream after.”

You’d become a groupie to her, always front lining to every concert she was able to catch a venue in, which were basically all bars. When she’d look below to you under the neon lights playing guitar it felt like such a special moment only between you and Ellie. No crowd no other band mates, as if you knew what she was thinking of and that she wanted you too. Some of your plans started to circle around her now that she was being a bit more discovered.

”You aren’t going to talk to your fan girls?”

“Nah, I’d rather spend my time with you. You know?” Staring at each other awkwardly stopped being so awkward when they’d happen so much, it’s was perfectly normal.

And with opportunity you got to be with Ellie you already knew you’d take it. As little as you knew she was wrapped around with whatever you had been involved in too, stuck and feeding off your sweetness like a bee.

June.21.24

Just like every concert you shared your special moment, no one else can say they had Ellie’s direct attention during multiple songs. This time it was more of an outside stage with sand below you. Yellow hued string lights draped above the stage and more along the audience area. The heat was really getting to Ellie, making her glow from sweat. The black T-shirt she picked out only made her condition worse. The face framing bangs she cut herself were sticking to the side of her face.

She wasn’t even singing, but being under your watch scorched her hotter. To save herself from embarrassment she mainly looked down to her guitar playing notes, but she made a mistake looking at you when a lyric of a song she made with you in thought came up.

Tell me you never wanna lose me

Cuz I know when you call you call for me

She might’ve been a little out of it when helping writing the song, but it became too late when Dina saw the scrunched up paper and kept insisting on making it an official song for a newer album.

To you it was just another lyric that was written by anyone but Ellie. If only you knew how much she relates to your desperation to be with you in every way and any position she could. Whether your batting of eyelashes at her was intentional or not her finger slipped making an unplanned squeak slip through.

‘Fuck this is so bad she probably thinks I’m shit at playing now’

Lucky for Ellie it was the final song anyways and she could get far away from the crowd and you. Other people clapped upon their leave and when they finished their set list you knew exactly where to meet her.

”You ever going to do more than eye her when we’re up there?” Dina was putting away the instruments back to take home with help from Jessie.

“What are you even saying I don’t do that,” Ellie scoffs then sits down on a blue deflated bean bag that who knows how long it’s been in this back room.

“Oh you know what I’m talking about, your friend zone is taking longer than your time with Cat.” She crossed her arms waiting for another excuse to why she hasn’t done anything after a continued semi dating friendship since freshman year.

“She’s nothing like Cat that’s why, if I lose feelings for her after getting rejected that’s one thing but losing her completely because I fucked it up is different.” Her constant fear of never getting to be near you again because of some feelings she couldn’t stop screwed her over with overthinking everything.

In her journal it was the same thing, “She liked my shirt today, I don’t want to look weird and over wear it now, but not under wear it now. Unless she’d like to see it more often or maybe she likes my style in general she’d like me in anything?? Fucking hate this gay stuff and whys it so hard.”

One of the two large metal doors swings open with you appearing, with the smile you wore she had engraved into her mind with a hot rod of metal after sketching you a few more times she’d probably ever admit. Ellie got up and cut the short distance and accepted you into her arms trying to not look like a desperate looser that flushes over a simple hug. Her ears clammy hands didn’t make her look exactly so hot and relaxed though.

“You did amazing El’s,”

“You think so?” She lit up into a smile under your praise, no matter how many times you give it to her mind melts.

“Except for the part where she messed up on the bridge.” Ellie shot a quick mean look at Jessie, but he just turned a cold shoulder before turning away.

“At least I didn’t bump into Dina’s drums 10 times,”

While Ellie kept bickering back and forth with Jessie she still held onto you, this felt like an opening to try at doing something.

A kiss on the check seemed harmless and innocent enough to take back in the case Ellie thought it was totally disgusting. Raising your head up towards her cheek nearing the corners of her smile, pressing your lips to a pout Ellie brought her face back in your direction landing the small peck on her lips. Ellie locked in place while you pulled away, not that you wanted to, but felt too embarrassed to start a kiss you didn’t know how to finish.

“El’s ‘m so sorry, you just moved out of nowhere and-“

“No, yeah mistakes happen, it’s chill or whatever,”

Her shit faced expression wasn’t helping the full pink flush saturating deeper on her face. Ellie lowered her head to wipe the bottom of her nose trying to forget the way your lips felt, your lipgloss was still sweet on her and so was the taste of it on her tongue wiping her lips clean.

Now it was your turn to feel scared and conflicted. It was too silent in the room even with the chatter of everyone else doing their own things outside. Taking back the small kiss wasn’t so easy now that it was done and got taken up a notch further.

She dropped her arms from both of your sides, looking away from you because looking at you right now felt like looking directly into the sun.

“Ellie you should start up the car we’re done here,” Jessie throws the keys at her giving her a slight knowing look to let her go and collect herself back together.

She didn’t even say anything, walked away without a goodbye or convincing enough reassurance that would calm your nerves.

“I’m gonna go home too, see you guys.” You were left with only your actions to think about. Ellie’s response to an accidental kiss made her ran away in the other away how could’ve you imagined it going any of other way? Feeling guilt and shame were the only emotions you could feel, rethinking the crush you’ve denied yourself from paying attention to and that it should’ve stayed that way.

Instead of paying attention to the kiss Ellie let her actions drive themself, not wanting to think at all. Until she hit herself with the car door, why did I act so grossed out? Making different scenarios of how it could’ve played out a million times better she thrust the keys into the ignition.

She dug out her cracked old red iPhone from her butt pocket and threw it into the passenger side. It hit something else than the leather seat, one of the lipglosses you always carry around abandoned alone. Ellie reached for it and saw the shade label, Glassy Expresso.

It sounded like the taste in her mouth from earlier, a taste you stole from her too soon. Unscrewing the lid she contemplated just trying it on. My lips are dry anyways, she swiped the applicator across her lips twice to get an even coat and rubbed it in with her lips. Some of it slipped onto her tongue, again. If only the taste of you could come along with the gloss.

Lmk if you guys want a pt.2♡🍒

[kathiraven]

The man walked through the dimly lit alleyways, his heart pounding in his chest as he neared his destination. The smell of sweat and cheap perfume filled the air, mingling with the distant sounds of laughter and moans. He had come here seeking something illicit, something that would satisfy his deepest desires. He spotted her from afar, standing under a flickering streetlight. Her figure was slender, her skin pale like milk, and her eyes… they were like pools of darkness, full of secrets and promises. She wore a skimpy outfit that left little to the imagination, but it was her seductive smile that truly drew him in

Jerald's pulse quickened as he approached the young woman, his mind already clouded with lust. His gaze roamed over her body, taking in every curve and hollow, his breath hitching in his throat. She was beautiful, exotic, and far too tempting for someone like him. As she turned towards him, her lips parted slightly in a teasing grin, revealing perfect white teeth against her dark complexion. She stepped closer, her hips swaying enticingly, and Jerald could almost taste the sweet scent of her arousal on the air. "Looking for some fun? " she purred, her voice like velvet." I can show you things you've never even dreamed of".

Jerald groaned, his head throbbing painfully as he tried to sit up. He was disoriented, his vision blurry and his thoughts foggy. Where was he? How did he get here? His surroundings came into focus slowly - a shabby room, lit by a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. There was filth and grime everywhere, and the stench of stale alcohol and sweat hung heavy in the air. A large figure loomed over him, blocking out what little light there was. It took him a moment to realize it was another man, one he didn't recognize. The stranger was shirtless, his muscular torso glistening with sweat, and he held a wicked-looking knife in his hand. "What… what happened?" Jerald managed to ask, fear making his voice waver. "Who are you?"

Jer, as Jerald now knew him, gave a harsh laugh, the sound echoing around the small room. He tossed the knife onto a nearby table, where it landed with a clatter, and sat down heavily beside Jerald. "You passed out, mate", he said, his accent thick and guttural. "Got yourself into a bit of trouble, I reckon." He reached out a massive hand, roughly patting Jerald's cheek before pulling away again. "Best thing for ya is to rest up 'til the next bloke comes along. You'll be right as rain then". With that, Jer stood up and began to pace around the room, his movements slow and deliberate. Every now and then, he cast a glance over his shoulder at Jerald, his expression unreadable.

Jerald's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right, that his reality was shifting and changing beneath him.He remembered walking through the seedy alleyway, meeting the mysterious woman, and then... nothing. But now, he was here, in this grimy room with this terrifying man. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten here or why he was with Jer.He closed his eyes tightly, trying to piece together the fragments of his memory. But each time he thought he was getting somewhere, everything would blur and shift again. It was like his past was being rewritten, edited to fit whatever sick game Jer wanted to play.

Jerald's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to hold onto his fading memories. He could feel them slipping away, like sand through his fingers. They were being replaced by new ones, ones that painted a picture of a life spent in the red-light district. He remembered waking up in this dingy room countless times before, always with a different face beside him. He remembered selling his body to strangers, using sex to numb the pain of his lonely existence. And yet, deep down, he knew these weren't his real memories. They were false, fabricated to keep him trapped in this hellish world. "No… "he whispered hoarsely, "This isn't me… I'm not supposed to be here…"

jer walks out of the room and lock the door behind him

As Jer left the room, locking the door behind him, Jerald felt a strange sensation wash over him. His muscles seemed tighter, stronger than before, and his skin glowed with a healthy sheen. He looked down at himself, barely recognizing the body he saw. His once lanky frame had been transformed into a chiseled physique, each muscle perfectly defined. His arms were thick and powerful, his abs rippled like waves beneath his skin. Even his legs had grown larger, more muscular, capable of carrying him for miles without tiring. And then there was his hair. It had gone from its usual dirty black color to a vibrant shade of pink, matching the new confidence that seemed to radiate from him. But it was his face that surprised him most. Gone was the plain, nondescript look he used to have.

Instead, he was now a handsome young man, his features soft and feminine. His cheeks were flushed with color, his lips plump and inviting. His eyes, once dull and lifeless, now sparkled with an inner fire that seemed to burn brighter with every passing second. It was as if he had been reborn, molded into a new version of himself. But who had done this to him? Why? And more importantly, how could he escape this nightmare and return to the person he used to be?

Jerald's transformation was complete. He was no longer the nerdy, awkward boy he used to be. Now, he was a gorgeous, alluring man, designed to sell his body to the highest bidder. He stood up, testing his new strength, flexing his muscles as he moved around the room. Everything about him screamed sexuality – from his tight, toned body to his inviting lips. He was a living, breathing temptation, created to satisfy the darkest desires of those who frequented this place. But despite his newfound attractiveness, Jerald felt a pang of sadness. This wasn't who he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be studying, dreaming of a better future. Not servicing men in a seedy brothel.

He walked over to the mirror, his reflection staring back at him with a mix of fascination and horror. He was beautiful, undeniably so. But it was a beauty born out of pain and suffering, a twisted creation of someone else's design. He ran his hands over his sculpted body, tracing the lines of his muscles. He couldn't help but notice how responsive his skin was, how every touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him. It was as if his entire body had been sensitized, made hyper-aware of every sensation. But as much as he hated to admit it, part of him also enjoyed this new form. The attention, the power it gave him over others… It was intoxicating, addictive. But he knew he had to resist.

Jerald turned to face the door, his posture straight and proud. Despite everything, he knew he had to maintain some semblance of control over his situation. "Bring in your next customer", he said, his voice deeper and more confident than before." I'm ready." Even though he spoke the words, he didn't mean them. He wasn't ready. He never would be. But what choice did he have? He heard footsteps approaching, the heavy thud of boots against the floor. He braced himself, preparing for whatever came next. But instead of fear, he felt a strange sense of anticipation. The door swung open, revealing another man standing in the doorway. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had a rough, rugged appearance that spoke volumes about his character.

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IT IS HAPPENING LADS!! SAM VIMES COSPLAY!!

I've dreamed of doing this for years and now that I've finally gained the Secret Knowledge of Foam Armour, I can finally go for it!

Jokes aside, I asked a couple of cosplay pros for advice at the last con and they were all super nice & answered every single one of my questions, in detail!

So far the breastplate, backplate and badge are done and I'm super happy. Detailed process under the cut!

How it went:

First, the pattern! Shoutout to the guys at cosplay-atelier for the recommendation. They pointed me to kamuicosplay, because they sell downloadable patterns for all sorts of things, including armour. Which is how I got to this:

Downloaded two of their breastplate patterns, smooshed them together and altered them to fit my body and the look I wanted. I did all of that with thick paper. Then I took it apart again and traced the bits onto 5mm EVA foam that I ordered from a cosplay store.

Then I numbered and cut all the pieces and glued them together! I used hot glue, cause it's more accessible and less intimidating for me than other types of glue. It isn't as strong as other recommended glues, but works fine for me. (used many pointers from this tutorial.)

However, safety point: I've seen it recommended to wear breathing protection when heating up foam in any way whatsoever, and that includes hot glue, heat shaping and heat sealing. Use a respirator or other breathing protection that is made specifically for chemical fumes & work outside or in a well ventilated area (i.e. open ALL the windows)! Ask at your local hardware store if you're unsure.

PSA over. Now to the painting stage!

The scratches I made with my fingernails and the tip of a pair of scissors. XD Then I covered everything in 2 layers of black flexipaint (which is a water-based flexible paint/primer that works really well on foam). After that, I worked with regular artist's acrylic paint. Above you can see the first layer being applied with dry-brushing.

Then I went over it with a dark brown wash to make it look dirty (mix black & brown acrylic paint with water & apply liberally)

Then I went over it again with bronze by applying the paint with my fingers, wearing a plastic glove. (Same tutorial as before.) making sure I don't get any paint in the scratches. And then finally, another dark brown wash to make it all look nicely weathered. I did accidentally remove some paint by going over it too often with the wash, but it wasn't too hard to fix.

And this is the costume test, after adding velcro! It's really easy to put on and take off. I'm a bit worried about the velcro on the sides, but I can always add straps on the outside if it doesn't hold up.

Next was the badge:

I referenced a pin badge that came out as a collectible a few years ago (sadly out of stock), cause I love the design! Carved in the letters and lines by drawing on it with a ballpoint pen and applying a lot of pressure. Then painted it with the same process as the breastplate, just with copper instead of bronze.

And just for funsies: here's the back of the breastplate in all its glorious mess XD

On the right side you can see how I attached the badge: By cutting a slit through the breastplate and making a velcro attachment. That way I can remove the badge and add, say, a sprig of lilac, should my fancy take me there. Reason being that our biggest con is in May.

If you know, you know.

Annnnd here it is; the finished breastplate with badge:

I'm honestly having the time of my life. It's a super fun project and I am very excited to see how it turns out! I'm already working on the cape with a good friend of mine (I despise sewing, she loves it XD) and have materials on the way to make some bits of chainmail.

[sunrise-imagines]

Marshall Lee and Gary Prince x reader dating hcs? NSFW and sfw plssss (can either be together or separate IDM)

Assjdhdhjd finallyyyy, thank you so much for requesting this! I’ll keep it sfw for now but I’ll post some nsfw headcanons for them later! Hope you enjoy!

(Also there are a few references to Adventure Time characters in the beginning, so if you recognize those you get a cookie!)

TW: Mentions of abuse, skip the section marked with “***” if you want to avoid these, mentions of homophobia, rich people

Poly! Marshall Lee x Reader x Gary Prince Relationship Headcanons

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• Since we already know a bit about Marshall, I wanted to touch a bit on Gary’s backstory just for funsies. This is where the TW comes in so skip this part if you aren’t comfortable with that

• His parents died when he was very young, so he was given custody to his Aunt Griselda and her family.

• He also has a little sister, Nadine, who has autism and is nonverbal.

• Sadly, he and his sister were verbally and sometimes physically abused by them, so at the age of 16 he got emancipated and started to live on his own while taking care of Nadine.

• He’s currently enrolled in Community College classes and hopes to improve his financial situation to help support them both.

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With that out of the way, onto the headcanons!

• Gay gay homosexual homosexual gay-

• Y’all are that totally-in-love queer couple throuple that make homophobes that see you in public clutch their pearls (the lemoncarbs).

• You all make sure to spend time together individually as well as all together so no one feels left out.

• Gary’s dates consist of taking you to a cozy café or sneaking into the bakery after hours to make you all kinds of sweets.

• Marshall is much more unorthodox in his choices, taking you to a bar on the other side of town or exploring a vacant building before chilling on the rooftop.

• Marshall will also steal his mom’s credit cards and take you two out to fancy restaurants, ignoring several missed calls and dozens of texts from her while the three of you try everything on the menu.

• If you want to learn how to play guitar, Marshall would be happy to teach you, or have a jam session if you know how to sing or play another instrument. As for Gary, there isn’t a musical bone in the poor man’s body. Karaoke night is always a struggle to get through with him, but you both love him anyway.

• You and Marshall have a never ending supply of sweets and pastries to try, as he has you two sample all of his pastrymanchen(?) before he starts selling them.

• Now that you’re all dating, Marshall will usually crash at either your or Gary’s places instead of Fionna’s. This means Ellis P is also around sometimes, but if he gets too annoying (which he often does) just let Marshall know and he’ll gently but firmly kick his ass out.

• You all sleep in a big pile with Marshall and Gary on either side of you, basically this but with you sandwiched in the middle

• Sometimes Marshall takes you out for drives in his van, parking by an overlook and just watching the sunset with y’all.

• In the winter you guys will go to the ice skating rink! Gary is a really good skater, so he’s the one guiding you both while you and Marshall hold onto the railing and try not to fall

• Marshall wants you all to get matching tattoos, and Gary is kind of hesitant about it, but if you want it too then he’ll agree to getting a small one.

• Although it would seem like Gary does most of the cooking, Marshall isn’t bad at it either and he’ll help out in the kitchen quite often (his Dad taught him how to make a few dishes when he was a kid)

• Both of them are very supportive of your goals in life and will help you to achieve your dreams in whatever way they can.

[kykyonthemoon]

Fuzzy Antlers

After getting the Fuzzy Antlers accessories from the 30th stage of Deepspace Trial, you are so eager to try them on him.

🌻 Rafayel/ Xavier/ Zayne x F!Reader Tags: fluffs, soft, all things sweet. This fic was based on LI's reactions when they use the antlers in game. (See the end of this post for those reactions.)

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𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

“What are you doing?”

Rafayel abruptly grabbed your wrist when you sneaked up to him from behind, holding a pair of antler-shaped hairpins - the reward that came after you successfully conquered the thirtieth floor of Deepspace Trial. You figured that after more than an hour of him looking at a blank canvas, he would appreciate a small break.

"What is this?" Rafayel enquired. He removed a clip from your grasp.

“Deer antlers.” You plopped down on the floor next to him and answered. After giving him the second one, you said, "For you."

“I know you've always had a thing for animals.” Rafayel's expression brightened to a smile. He pinned two deer antlers on his head, then turned to ask you: "How are they?" Do I look stunning?

You pulled a very serious expression. "Hmmm. They look very… Erm…”

Rafayel's expression changed from excitement to a pout. “Say no more. Judging from the look on your face, I already know how I look like.”

He stroked the two antlers on his head with his palms, got up, and strode over to the big mirror in the room's corner. Rafayel spent the next five minutes studying himself in the mirror, adjusting his hair and positioning his antlers more precisely.

"Come here."

He turned towards you, holding out a hand, signaling that he wanted you to come closer. You idly stood up and held his hand.

“Even when I'm a fish,” he said. “I must admit that I would make a magnificent deer. Don't you think so?”

You studied Rafayel's antlers carefully, then grabbed his chin to pull his face closer to you.

Rafayel opened his eyes wide in surprise, then grimaced. He also made a deer noise. “You use so much force. Are you aware that the deer you are holding is quite delicate?”

"I'm sorry. This deer is indeed fragile.”

Rafayel put his arms around your waist and positioned you between him and the mirror as you laughed. With his cheek resting on your head, he asked:

“Do you have another pair? I want us to wear them together. We're going to be the world's deerest couple!”

"Yes." You took out another pair of accessories from your pocket. Rafayel laid them delicately above your head. He stared at you two for a long time before pulling his phone out of his pocket to snap a picture of you two.

“If this goes up on your timeline, the stores that sell it will sell out!” You exclaimed.

"Obviously. I am really a trendsetter, as they put it." Rayafel smiled smugly in response. "Oh, now I see what I will sketch next. Thank you."

That being said, Rafayel lightly kissed your hair in the space between the antlers.

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

“Xavier, will you come here for a moment? I have something to tell you.”

Xavier's face appeared right behind the door when you called out to him. You signaled him to come closer and he then leaned down really close.

"What's the matter?"

Standing on tiptoe and holding two prepared antler-shaped hairpins in each hand, you clipped them directly onto Xavier's head while suppressing your laughter. With a scowl, he reached out to touch them.

"What are these things?"

Instead of responding immediately away, you drew him over to the room's mirror. Confused, Xavier enquired, "Are we going to some festival?"

"Yeah, we are." You laughed at the look on Xavier's face. His head covered in deer antlers made him appear really cute.

"Are costumes required for this festival?"

You gave a nod. There was, in fact, no event at all. You had to beat the thirtieth level of the Deeepspace Trial to obtain them, and then all of a sudden you imagined Xavier's expression when he wore them.

“Hmmm. Dressing up as an animal?…”

Xavier whispered to himself while still looking in the mirror. You could not help but raise a hand to touch the two antlers on his head, then he pulled your hand away.

“Are you going to… touch my antlers?”

"May I?"

“That's not very respectful to the deer.”

Xavier put on a stern face. You laughed. If you knew he liked role-playing so much, you would have bought you a few more items.

“So, Mister Deer,” You played along. “Are you fluent in deer language?”

Xavier frowned. “I know what you're going to do. Don't even think about it. I won't make deer noises."

“What a pity!” You deliberately let out a deep sigh. “There will be an animal noise contest at the upcoming festival. The prize is that expensive toaster we have planned to buy.”

Even though Xavier's eyes brightened up a little, he persisted in trying. After a while, when you messed with him enough, you decided to leave for lunch. But as soon as you turned away, you heard a very faint gurgling sound accompanied by a snort. Almost like a deer.

You looked back at where Xavier was sitting. His face was buried in his hands, but you could see the scarlet flush on his cheeks from the reflection in the mirror. You smiled triumphantly. You grinned victoriously. But before you had a chance to enjoy it too much, you were pulled back.

Xavier's face had gone from crimson to a terrifying mask of menace, as if he were about to hunt down a poor Wanderer. Still, his eyes gazing at you were gentle.

“It's your turn to be the deer. Do you think you can get away just like that?"

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

“Please, Zayneee? Pretty pleaseeeee?”

Despite your insistence, Zayne just ignored you and continued typing on his keyboard.

“Let's do it for the kids, will you?”

You held two small deer antlers and approached him. Zayne frowned. He turned his chair around to face you.

"No."

He gave a chilly response. You had not given up yet. "Please! The festival is something that the pediatric patients are excited about. All the doctors and hospital staff are wearing costumes too. Nobody will make fun of you.”

"No." Zayne said it once more.

"You previously informed me that attending to a patient's mental health needs is equally as important as attending to their medical needs."

You were running out of reasons to make Zayne wear these antlers. After giving it some thinking, he inquired: 

"You want me to wear this just for the kids to see?"

At first you did not really understand what he meant, but when you did, your face became red.

“O-Of course it's not just that… I… I also want to see Dr. Zayne try cute things…”

Zayne sighed, but you swore you caught a smile across his face.

"Alright. But this is the last time I'll let you put absurd things on me.”

Hearing that, you smiled triumphantly. This definitely would not be the last time, as he also mentioned that the last time you had him wear a set of glowing devil horns. You quickly bent down to place two deer antlers in Zayne's hair. While they did not completely melt away his icy demeanor, they at least made him a little more approachable.

"Alright. You should have a quick look in the mirror."

"No need." Zayne replied. “I trust you to be responsible to keep an eye and correct them in any case, as long as they are on my head.”

You blinked in surprise. Zayne stood up, held your hand and walked out. The festival for pediatric patients at Akso hospital began in the warm spring weather. You also had a pair of deer antlers on your head. Wherever you went with Zayne, the kids followed, referring to you as Mommy Deer and Zayne as Daddy Deer. He did not respond much to that, but when no one was looking, he grinned to himself. And you were thrilled.

By the end of the day, everyone was exhausted but extremely happy. You followed Zayne into his office. As soon as the door closed, he drew you into his arms, resting his head on your shoulder. The antler on his head curled into your hair.

“Zayne? Is there something wrong?"

"You've spent the entire day today concentrating on the kids." His voice was so soft it made your heart skip a beat. “Could you spare a little with your deer now?”

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STRIKERMAN

Sae, Shidou, Nagi, Reo

In which i write scenarios of you and the boys both being spiderman. Fem! Spiderman! Reader

cw: mention of feet in sae's, shidou being as foul as ever (what's new), suggestive, reo and shidou trynna rizz y/n up fr, maybe ooc reo, implied reader is shorter than shidou ….is it bad that the only spiderman i’ve seen is the two spiderverse movies?💀

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You were sitting on Sae's couch, your legs flung over said man's shoulders who was sitting on the floor in front of you with his back against the couch. You were both clad in your suits but with no masks on.

"How'd you think your fans would react if I took a picture of you right now painting another woman's nails", you poked at his head, running a hand through his hair.

He dipped the brush into the white nail polish once again and added a second coat onto your toe.

"You've got fans too. I'm sure i'd make good money out of selling your feet pics", he retorted.

You smacked his head repeatedly, cringing at the sheer thought of him doing that. Despite the fact that it hasn't even happened yet (nor will it ever happen on your watch) you could still feel the embarrassment. "I'd be mortified! Please don't ever do that", you pleaded.

"Alright, alright. You're about to concuss me", he took a hold of your wrist and quickly laid a small kiss on your gloved wrist.

"I would never do that...probably".

"Hey!".

You stretched the neck of his suit out, catching a glimpse of the hickeys littered on the back of his neck from your earlier makeout session before snapping it back against his skin.

He hissed in pain and rubbed the back of his neck, turning around and giving you a scowl. A fake one. He wasn't really upset about it.

Once you noticed he was done painting your nails, you brought your legs down from over his shoulders and leaned his head backwards so that his head was in between your thighs as you cradled his cheeks in your palms.

"On second thought, I should've taken the picture...I want all of your fans to know you're mine", you grinned, soaking in his blue eyes that were curtained with long lustrous eyelashes.

"I wouldn't give any other woman the time of day anyway, you know that", he said. "Besides we can't reveal our identities...idiot", he flicked your forehead.

"Oh right!", you laughed sheepishly.

A harsh slap to your ass and you already knew who the culprit was.

You turn around with a scowl on your face as you rubbed a soothing hand against your ass. That would definitely leave a mark.

"I come here to think and now I've lost my train of thought because of you!".

"You look so hot today, I couldn't help myself", he shrugged his shoulders.

You folded your arms against your chest.

"We're wearing the same damn thing, slap your own ass", you retorted. You shook your head and sat down against the ledge. "Im seriously gonna take up Rin's offer of getting you a damn cage", you spat.

Shidou had a frown on his face now from hearing…..his name.

He looked down at you. "You talk to that loser?".

You didn't respond. Shidou poked at your side with his foot. You merely kept ignoring him.

Shidou chuckled under his breath, taking a seat next to you.

"Y'know you're really hot when you're mad at me".

Nothing. Not even a reaction.

He narrowed his eyes and reached out to your face, taking your mask off. It was only fair he catch a glimpse of your face since he took his off ages ago.

An amused grin grew on Shidou's face when he feasted his eyes on your flustered face.

He chuckled lowly. "Did I really get you this worked up? Little ol' me?", he teased.

You reach over to get your mask back from him. "Give it back!", he did exactly the opposite.

He got up and held the mask over his head, using his height and build as an advantage. You got up after him, trying to get it back as you went on your tiptoes and held you arm up a high as you can.

Shidou glanced at your unimpressed glare on your face and your chest against his, feeling a sense of superiority wash over him.

He leaned down and kissed you lips, his hand coming to the back of your head and pushing your body flush against his once again.

He bit on your lip softly, causing your grip on his chest to tighten. He pulled away a bit, but his lips were still very close to yours.

"You're strange", you said against his lips.

He pecked your lips once more before placing you mask over your head. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy that", he snickered.

You shot some webs from your wrist, one going around his wrists and his legs, causing him to fall back onto the ground.

"Wow Y/n I never knew you were into this kinda thing~", he taunted at which you gritted your teeth at his annoying personality.

"Shut up! And stop using my real name", you muttered, walking closer to the ledge preparing to ditch Shidou and jump off until he told you to wait.

"What now?".

"Day 16 of asking you to sit on my face?".

"Absolutely not".

You hated when interviewers and reporters crowded you whenever you finish defeating a tough enemy.

Couldn't they understand that it was exhausting and you needed space to at least breathe??

You swung between a few structures before landing in a quiet alleyway and slid your suit off your shoulders and out of your arms, taking the bandage wrap you stole from one of the ambulances on sight and used it to wrap the wound on your arm.

"You hurt yourself every time", a voice chimed in.

You looked up and were startled by Nagi's face who was very much in your personal space. He was hanging upside down from a building and you backed away a bit.

"And you show up after the fight every time", you rolled your eyes playfully.

"I was asleep and getting up was a hassle", he yawned.

"You said that the last time too", you finished wrapping your arm and put on your suit fully again.

You walked closer to him again and pinched his cheeks, stretching and pulling them.

"Your Spiderman now, not just Nagi Seishiro", you giggled.

"Mmm. Spiderman needs a kiss", he looked down at your lips which were upturned into a smile.

You tilted your head. "Does Spiderman need a kiss? Or is it actually Sei that wants one?".

"Both".

You chuckled and leaned closer to his lips. Nagi beat you to the punch and seized your lips before you could do just that. His kiss was needy, he did everything in his power to deepen it, pushing his head closer to yours if that was even possible, cradling your head in his free hand. You were starting to think he was a better kisser when he was upside down.

You parted your lips from his, Nagi chasing you lips for more as he came down and held your waist.

"One more for Sei", he muttered. "That one was for Spiderman".

"That stupid Reo", you muttered from the top of a building as you looked down upon the purple haired man helping the civilians out from the rubble.

"Stupid stupid Reo", you continued. "Always stealing my spotlight".

Suddenly you heard a voice from behind you.

"Who's stupid?".

Your shoulders jerked up and you turned your head sharply, being startled by that voice you were very much familiar with.

You scowled. "How the hell did you get up here so fast??"

Reo puffed out his chest proudly. "Magic".

You rolled your eyes— even though he couldn't see it— and hopped onto various buildings. You were ready to go home and go to sleep.

"There can't be two spidermans around here", you spoke loudly because you knew he wasn't far behind you. Reo had a habit of following you around like a lost puppy.

"There isn't two spidermans silly", he chuckled. "I'm spiderman and you're spiderwoman".

"No no. I'm also spiderman. I always knew you weren't— ".

You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face Reo who wasn't able to stop in time, resulting in him clashing into you and the both of you falling back off the building.

You both yelped, thinking of ways to stop yourselves from plummeting to your deaths.

Unfortunately, both you and Reo's first thought was to shoot two webs at the buildings to your left and to your right.

The reason why it was unfortunate was because your webs got tangled up and you two ended up slamming into each other, bodies right up against each other and webs tangled around you two.

If any civilians were to decide to look up at the sky, they would certainly think they were gone crazy.

"...A feminist", you finished your previous sentence and gave Reo and unimpressed look. "Is this your way of flirting?", you deadpanned.

"Is it working?".

"No".

"Then I guess it's not", Reo sighed.

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a/n: spider man nagi is definitely my favourite, lmk yall’s favourite 😌 also let’s take a minute to appreciate this fanart (sshiroixx on twitter)

[kingkatsuki]

— when you play secret santa

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Warnings: kinda angsty, not proofread.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.5k.

There are a multitude of things Bakugou Katsuki hates about the festive period. The freezing temperatures that make it difficult to use his quirk and leave him shivering on patrols, the fake hallmark bullshit that corporations try to sell during the holidays (he deliberately refuses any Yuletide collaborations for this exact reason), the way people seem to only care now it’s Christmas, the crowds and one of the worst things…

Forced fun.

Every year the Dynamight agency arrange a secret Santa, and every year Bakugou refuses to participate. Just another bullshit, meaningless waste of time during the festive period, and he never has any idea what to get anyone anyway.

But this year is different, because this year you worked at his agency. Bakugou groans as he looks down at the piece of paper with a name scribbled on it, his secret santa.

When you asked him one evening as you were leaving if he was going to participate in the secret santa event, he was going to reply with a scoff. Wondering why on earth you were asking him such a ridiculous question, what would give you the idea that Dynamight would want to do secret santa? But it was the adorable, hopeful look in your eyes that had his throat going dry and his heart palpitating as he stopped dead in his tracks. The words leaving his lips before he could even stop it— yeah, I am.

Bakugou hated the way your cheeks seemed to glow at his response, how happy you looked that this year he would be participating.

And that’s why he now found himself with a piece of paper in his hands with a name that wasn’t yours.

He didn’t even know who the fuck it was! Apparently after searching his employee database it was a lady in admin. Now stuck with trying to find a workplace regulation gift in between the long holiday shifts, maybe he’d get one of his sidekicks to get a gift for her instead.

How foolish he’d been to think that he’d get your name, that after all the shit he’d been through in his life that fate would grant him a free pass this once and give him the gift of you. But as always, the odds were against him. Crumpling up the piece of paper with a groan as he threw it onto his desk, tugging his glasses off to rub the balls of his hands into his eyes.

But perhaps he could swap with someone…

Finding out who had you was proving near impossible, it had been easy to get his sidekicks to announce to him who they had for the secret Santa, but everyone else in the agency was proving to be rather tight lipped. Whether it was the fear of their boss, or the fact that one of them may have him, he’d near but given up hope of swapping to get you.

“It’s supposed to be a secret, Bro.” Kirishima shook his head as he tucked into his bento box, a mouthful of rice slurring his words.

“I don’t give a shit, who ya got?” Bakugou pointed his chopsticks holding a piece of Gyoza towards Kirishima before shoving it into his mouth.

“I can’t tell you! It’ll ruin the whole thing,” Kirishima shook his head, “What if I’ve got you?”

“You ain’t got me.” Bakugou knew who had him already, it was a poor man from the cyber security department who seemed terrified when he’d revealed the big secret to the man himself.

“How do you know?” Kirishima sat back in his seat, “Man, this is why you never participate isn’t it? You don’t like fun.”

“I like fun,” Bakugou scrunched his nose in mock offence, “I hate surprises.” He mumbled, and truth be told, he hated not having you more.

“Well, I’ve already bought my gift so I can’t switch.” Kirishima grinned and Bakugou raised a surprised eyebrow.

For how generous and altruistic Kirishima was, he wasn’t usually this prepared. Often ignoring deadlines and leaving things until the last minute which would often result in him racing around like a headless chicken.

“Why don’t you just get her a gift anyway, man? I’m sure she’d appreciate it.”

“I can’t do that.” He shot back, glaring across the table.

There was no way he could get you a gift out of the blue, even if it was for Christmas. Being the only person in the agency outside of the secret santa that he’d purchased a gift for would make it completely obvious that he’s in love with you, and the thought of your rejection made him blanch.

“Yeah, you can.” Kirishima continued, “You were gonna get her something if she was your secret santa anyway, so what’s the difference?”

It was a huge difference, it would mean the gift he’d give you separately was far more personal… Even if he would’ve gifted you the exact same thing.

“Doesn’t matter.” Bakugou grumbled.

“Just wait it out man, and think positive. She might have you!” Kirishima smiled as he took a long sip of his protein shake.

The thought of you holding a piece of paper with his name on it had Bakugou feeling all giddy inside, trying to stop the ridiculous smile from tugging on the side of his lips as he pictured you going out to shop for a gift for him. Wrapping it and writing his name on it to gift it to him on Christmas Eve.

It was the only thought keeping him sane the closer it got to the day, finally acquiring his gift late after one patrol as he bought an obnoxiously Christmassy gift bag to place it inside as he brought it back to his agency. Scribbling the recipient onto the tag as he left it with the other gifts sitting beneath the outlandish tree. Bakugou wanted to look for your name in the huge pile, wondering if he could find out who actually had you or what the gift was but instead he made his way to the locker rooms. Tired bones aching from his arduous patrol as he made his way to shower before the annual Dynamight agency Christmas party, refusing to wear a Christmas jumper as he opted for a plain cable knit burnt orange sweater instead.

Turning up to the party late meant that most people had already opened their gifts, the loud bustle hitting him as he weaved through the crowds. Reaching out to grab a flute of champagne as he took a healthy sip as he gave polite nods to his staff that wished him a “Merry Christmas” as he walked through, not wanting to make it obvious that he was looking for you.

Giving up as he spotted the familiar red mop of his best friends hair hidden beneath a bright red Santa hat as he made a beeline towards him. Bakugou’s heart instantly sped up when he noticed who was standing beside him.

His heart fluttered at the sight of you, a gorgeous smile on your face as you seemed to hang on Kirishima’s every word. Handing him the glass you were holding as he handed you a gift in return. Was Kirishima your secret Santa all along?

The familiar ache returned to his chest at the sight, something he’d never experienced until he met you. His adam’s apple bobbing as he watched you slowly begin to tear open the messily wrapped present. He could make out the garish paper from across the room as Kirishima leaned in to gage your reaction, a huge grin on his face.

Bakugou couldn’t even be mad that Kiri got you as a secret Santa and didn’t tell him because the way your face lights up at whatever Kiri got you makes his heart palpitate. You’re so beautiful.

But he can’t avoid the hurt that aches in his chest or the way he feels his throat tighten as he watches how happy another man has made you, wishing it was him that made you look that happy instead.

Lifting his glass up to his lips he downs the rest of his champagne before placing the glass back onto the table, ignoring the lone present sitting beneath the large Dynamight tree addressed to him as he makes his way out of the room, his head down to avoid catching anyone’s gaze as he leaves.

Maybe he should’ve got you a present after all.

But if Bakugou had stuck around the office party, he would’ve seen what Kirishima gifted to you as your secret Santa, and the real reason why you were smiling. The horribly wrapped gift was actually a framed photograph of you and Bakugou at a press interview for Dynamight’s agency. Your eyes gazing up at him in adoration as you both smiled softly at something the other had said while you both acted like you were the only two in the world.

[rocksibblingsau]

Love love love ur ideas!!!!

Do you have any more headcanons for Mount Rageon Branch or Adopted by Bergens Branch?

In Mount Rageon Branch, Velvet and Veneer are still a lil self absorbed and looking for the easy way out of things. They don't wanna do any hard work, meanwhile Branch is all about hard work and doing things for yourself.

Branch sees them fighting over wanting fame and it reminds him of his brothers, so he makes it his goal to help them realize their dreams AND remain close. Since they'd be training from childhood, they'd have a better shot at learning how to sing thanks to Branch.

I can't decide if they actually do end up good singers but if they do, Branch is their manager and there would be a moment where post BroZone reunion they see Branch managing and have JD flashbacks. Branch doesn't get bad like John did about controlling their image, but the sight of Branch taking charge and giving orders for show prep really reminds them of a less than happy time of their lives.

Branch: Alright guys, we're gonna open with 'Fame' and close with 'Watch Me Work'. No, wait. Open with 'Sweet Dreams' and close with 'Fame'. Now go out there and make Mount Rageous history! Bruce: Clay I hope you're also an EMT because I think I'm having a heart attack. Clay: I'm with you bro, this is disturbing to watch.

If they don't go the singing route, Branch helps them discover SOME sort of skill they can make it big with.

They don't call him 'Branch'. Velvet decided his name had to match theirs so they call him 'Vine'. They think it's a funny name since he's always on them 'like a vine'. Branch doesn't really care what they call him as long as they stop rubbing his hair trying to suck out his "singing magic".

When Velvet and Veneer found out about Bergens, her solution was "Just stay with us at all times. I'll hold onto you like the last designer handbag at a flash sale."

If they did encounter a Bergen, Velvet would hit them in the head with her purse that weighs 10 tons.

In Bergen Branch AU, Gristle is ironically the excitable kid while Branch can barely muster any enthusiasm for anything. Some people joke that it's like Gristle's a troll at heart and Branch a Bergen. Gristle doesn't go as apathetic and listless as he does in canon since I believe the catalyst was Gristle Sr telling him nothing would ever make him happy. Since in this AU he was given Branch, he was told that Branch would make him happy, so he still has hope.

When they're older, Branch is a sort of sarcastic adviser to Gristle. Everyone's kind of figured out that even if you can get one over on Gristle, the troll on his shoulder won't be fooled and he does NOT show mercy. Gristle also takes his opinion in pretty high regard about pretty much anything.

Branch also gets pretty comfortable with his concept of mortality and he makes jokes about being eaten by Bergens constantly.

Gristle: I got another letter asking if they can buy and eat you. Branch: At this rate I'd be tempted to tell you accept all of them and watch their faces fall when they realize fifty other Bergens also get a piece. Gristle: Branch. Branch: A peanut sized serving of grey troll. Gristle: Branch. Branch: That'd probably be the one thing that could make a Bergen more miserable than you already are, if that's possible. Gristle: Branch. I'm not selling you to get eaten by fifty different Bergens. Branch: You'd be doing me a mercy and ending my suffering.

Gristle: Branch I need you to help me with the audit. Branch: *lays on his palm* Eat me. Gristle: Later. For now you have to help me. Branch: F***. Branch: Is this how you derive joy? Making trolls do your paperwork? You're the only Bergen in the world who would make me do taxes instead of eating me. Gristle: You complain too much and it ruins my appetite. Branch: Has any troll ever not complained? Do you think on Trollstice we were all jumping for joy? 'Yippie! Death!' Gristle: I dunno, try it next time and we'll see if it works.

This trait scares and unnerves other trolls. Poppy asks him to stop once they befriend Bergens because she's worried they'll take offense and "They're our friends now, not troll-eating monsters. That's in the past."

"I'd like it to be in the present so I don't have to listen to another musical number."

[cultusmeus]

Sleepless sleepovers

Summary: You and Rust have a sleepover

Warnings: general warning based on the topics of season one of True Detective

Word count: 800ish

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You were caught off guard by the sound of a certain somones Truck in your driveway, you’d already settled in for the night PJs on and winding down on the couch with a drink and a book. Before you could even make a move for the door, he had already begun to knock. “Come back with a warrant.” You joked as you got up and opened the door. Rust didn’t look amused brushing past you into your house. Rust headed for your couch and you headed to the kitchen plating some of the dinner you’d made.

“Eat.” Is all you needed to say as you sat the plate down in front of him. Giving him his space and sitting on the opposite end of the couch while you finished your drink. Conversation between you two flowed at its own pace, You and Rust had a strange sort of relationship that blossomed from just selling him Benzos, Quell, etc. At some point he started to linger around longer after deals, and you never kicked him out or turned him away and now here you are. He abandons his half empty plate to instead inspect the book you were reading before his arrival. “I don’t know how you make it through all these fantasy and sci-fi books…Did you read what I gave you?” He asked reading the summary on the back of the book. “I did, I enjoyed it. Not as much as my sci-fi or fantasy though. If I wanted to spend my free time indulging in non-fiction death and darkness I’d turn on the News.”

Rust goes silent. He puts the book down. “So you’re content ignoring the harsh realities and burying your head in your fantasy books to ignore it?” He ask leaning back into the couch and lighting a cigarette, he turns his head to look at you as if he’s waiting for a response but instead starts up again “Thats the problem with people in this fucking town.”

“Hmmm tough day at work I’m guessing?”

His eyes narrow and he takes a long drag. “Did I strike a nerve?” You smile trying to diffuse his mood.

His eye contact doesn’t let up. He’s in the kind of mood where your stupid little quips aren’t enough to suffice. He wants to argue he likes to disagree. It's one of the parts of his personality you had to get accustomed to. “Yes, I read fantasy books to take my mind off of the world. It's nice to get lost in something like that, you know what though that’s a much better alternative than the substance dependency I have.”

“I feel like this.” You gestured to the book. “Is the much more tame side of my escapism behaviors.”

Rust lights up another cigarette, taking a drag before handing it over to you. “Didn’t mean to rile you up.” You take a few drags and huff in response. “You did. You did mean to and you know it.”

You huff out a laugh, and Rust's expression lightens. To keep the mood light you go to retrieve your usual vices hoping to end the evening on a better foot.

You don’t make it back to your spot on the couch before Rust reaches out to grab you, tugging you down onto his lap and pulling the cigarette from between your lips and putting it between his. “You work tomorrow?” He asks between drags, finishing the cigarette. You shake your head moving to sit beside him handing him two pills. He takes two more pills from the bottle you bought over downing them. You follow suit, taking two of your own.

Rust stands holding his hand out to you, you smack it out of your way, going to stand up for yourself. You don’t make it onto your own feet before Rust swings you over his shoulder without a grunt or struggle and walks towards your bedroom. Placing you with all the grace he can muster onto your bed. Rust makes quick work for his clothes stripping down to a wife beater and his boxers. He lays next to you, arms touching. You reach over for his hand holding it as you both stare up at the ceiling. These odd moments of intimacy with Rust continue to grow the more time you spend together. He squeezes your hand, as you both lay in silence. “Is this our version of a sleepover? Sleep over for the sleepless?” You feel the drowsiness coming on. Rust lifts your intertwined hands kissing yours and placing them back down.

[thefallennightmare]

Arranged-nine

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

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Arranged Masterlist

The smell of coffee was trapped in my nose as I poured two full cups before setting the pot back, a smile on my face. Thoughts of last night kept replaying in my mind and I haven’t been able to stop smiling since I woke up a bit ago. 

Bucky had returned home last night sometime after midnight and let me know with a soft kiss to the forehead before retreating back into his room. When I awoke this morning, there was a note from him saying he had a meeting right away at 10 am but was free the rest of the day so we could do whatever I wanted. 

The only thing I wanted to do was pick up where we left off last night before Steve interrupted. 

With both mugs in hand, I quickly made my way down the long hallway towards Bucky’s office, knowing I had a few minutes before his meeting and figured he would like a warm cup of coffee to start it. 

The door was open so with a soft knock, I walked in only to freeze in place at what I had seen. 

There was one man who I had remembered seeing outside of the lab the other day holding open a briefcase that held 10 vials of some kind of blue liquid. 

Dr. Banner, I remember Bucky and Steve calling him that. 

There was another man, darker skin than the rest, and he stood behind Banner with a hand ghosting over the gun on his hip. 

Steve and Bucky were standing across from the two men, them each holding a vial of the liquid. When I walked into the room, both of their eyes landed onto me. Anger filled Bucky’s eyes and he hurriedly placed the vial back into the briefcase before slamming it shut. 

His jaw glanced while lips snarled  in anger, eyes cutting deep into me. 

“What the hell are you doing in here?” Bucky asked. 

I held up the cups of coffee before setting them down on his desk. “I thought you would want some before your meeting. Clearly it started earlier than you said.” 

Bucky gripped my elbow and led me into the hallway, spewing curses falling from his lips. 

“Did you even bother to check the door?” He snapped.

I ripped my arm out of his grasp and placed my weight onto my left foot. “Yes, it was wide open and I even knocked before coming in.” 

“Go upstairs, I’ll talk to you later.” 

I sliced my eyes into him. “Are you going to tell me what I just walked into?” 

Bucky grasped my wrist and began leading me towards the stairs which only made me more furious and this time, I yanked myself free while pushing him back slightly. 

“Don’t you put your hands on me again!” I pointed a finger at him. 

He ran a hand over his face. “Y/N, I’m not saying it again. Go upstairs. NOW!”

I jumped slightly at the sudden change in his voice but didn’t let it phase me. 

“Is it drugs? Is that what this whole secrecy is because you’re selling or buying drugs?” I questioned with my arms over my chest. “Was your guy going to shoot the doctor after he gave you those vials? Got what you wanted so now you don’t need him anymore?” 

“It’s none of your business,” Bucky began. 

“The hell it isn't!” I snapped, my voice without a doubt being heard by the men in his office. “You brought me into this mess the second we signed the papers!” 

It had only been a few days but I was already sick of the lies and secrets, I needed Bucky to tell me the truth on what he’s into. I was his wife now. 

“Why did you even sign them?!” Bucky wondered, hands on his hips. “You hesitated signing them.” 

“Oh my god,” I pinched my eyes shut, a sudden headache rattling my brain. “It was nothing, Bucky; nerves.”

“Bullshit! Why did you hesitate?” Bucky drilled the question again.  

“Because I don’t want this!” I screamed. “I wanted to marry someone I love, someone that I can see having a family with. Someone that doesn’t hide shit from me. And someone that doesn’t fucking kill people for a living!” 

Bucky’s eyes flashed with hatred at my words. “You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.” 

I scoffed while standing on my toes. “I thought that after last night we were finally in a good place. I was starting to feel something for you. How fucking wrong I was.” 

He sliced his eyes into me. “What kind of woman needs her parents to set her up in a marriage? How pathetic. I’m starting to think I should have found the first broad I found in the city and married her. At least she would give me what I want.” 

My heart shattered, falling into the depths of my stomach and I could feel the corner of my eyes well up. But I refused to let him know that his words cut deep. The Bucky from last night was nowhere in sight. This one was meaner and I suddenly wanted nothing to do with this one. 

“Go fuck yourself, Bucky. We might be married now but that doesnt mean I have to be seen with you,” I seethed. 

With another shake of my head, I left him to go back to whatever he had been doin prior in his office; tears falling freely over my cheeks. 

Silence. 

That's all that was heard throughout the large home for the last couple of days, me being the only one here. After our huge fight, Bucky left for a business trip, Barb’s words. She was here the first day he left but I told her she didn’t need to stay for me and gave her the rest of the week off. 

Something she was grateful for. 

Steve had to go with Bucky, meaning that if I were to go out it would be on my own without any protection. Which really didn’t matter to me because I ended up being held up in my room. He had sent me a text earlier today to let me know that he would be arriving back home tonight. I didn’t even bother to reply. 

There were some hurtful things hurled by the both of us and it wasn’t something I was going to sweep under the rug. I would be willing to apologize, only if he was as well. 

My phone began to buzz on my table and I answered it with a groan, not bothering to check who was calling. 

“Well hello to you too, dear. Rough day?” 

I sat up in bed more and sighed. “Hi mom. Sorry, I was asleep.” 

“Oh sorry for waking you. I just wanted to check in and see how marriage life is going?” 

“Great,” I lied, not bothering to tell her about the fight. I didn’t want her to think things weren’t great. 

Even if they weren’t. 

“Good! Your father and I knew Bucky was the right choice for you, you two complement each other so well.” 

I shook my head. “Mom, do you even know who he is?” 

“He owns the laboratory in town. All the papers say he’s been finding the next cure for some kind of sickness, ya know? He’s such a good man, Y/N.” 

“Look, I’m tired and don’t really feel like talking right now. Can I call you later?” I asked. 

“Sweetheart, everything alright? Because if it’s not, you can talk to me.” 

I scoffed. “No offense mom but the reason why I’m feeling like this is because you guys forced me to marry this complete stranger who you know nothing about! I barely know him and you and dad practically threw me into his arms. Did you even ask if he wanted this? Because he fucking doesnt!” 

“Watch your language, Y.N! I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that.” 

I squeezed my eyes shut while pressing a hand to my forehead. “I’m really not in the mood to deal with this shit now.” 

Before I could hear my mom yell some more, I hung up the phone and tossed it into the drawer of the table next to me. The last thing I wanted at this moment was to deal with her disappointment in the fact that I wasn’t giving this marriage a try. 

I went back to the book that I had almost forgotten I was reading before the phone call and let the rest of the night pass with no other issues, that was until Bucky returned home. With my open door, I heard Bucky ascend the stairs, letting out a deep breath once he reached the top. I peaked over the top of my book and looked out into the hallway where Bucky stood with his hands deep into his pockets, tired eyes staring at me. 

Even if I was upset with him, he still looked breathtaking in his black sweats with a matching sweater. His usual combed back hair was a mess, strands falling all into his face due to the traveling. His whole aura screamed ‘cuddle with me’ but I needed to hold my composure; I wouldn’t fold first. 

My eyes returned back to my book and I heard Bucky let out another deep sigh before he disappeared into his room, the door slamming behind him. 

Some time had passed and my eyelids became heavy, sleep slowly overtaking my body and I set the book down, ready to close my eyes and forget about the last week. My phone, however, began ringing non stop in the drawer next to me. I ignored it, thinking it was my mom again, but when it rang for a third time, I knew that it had to have been something more important. 

“Hello?” I answered. 

“Hi, is this Mrs. Barnes?” 

My heart flipped. It had been the first time I heard myself being called that. 

“Uh, yeah. Who is this?” 

“This is Detective Roth with the NYPD. We’re calling on behalf of your parents.” 

I sat up in bed with a quick start. “Are they alright?” 

“No, I’m sorry. They’re bodies were found in their homes just a few minutes ago. We believed that they were murdered.” 

The detective's voice had become white noise as my brain began processing the new information. 

My parents were dead? 

Murdered?

In their own home? 

I then remembered the phone call I had with my mom just an hour ago and I let out a strangled sob, realizing that was our last conversation. My bottom lip trembled as I let out a shaky breath before the tears began to fall, droplets falling onto the blanket and a loud sob choked its way out of my throat. Tears collected into my eyelashes, and I swatted them away. 

“No!” I wailed, tossing the phone across the room. “NO!” 

Sobs attacked my entire body as I writhed underneath the blanket, the pain overtaking me as I continued to scream. 

“Doll?” 

Bucky’s voice was muffled through my sobs and he was blurred due to the tears filling my eyes.

“What’s going on?” 

Bucky was in my bed in an instant, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest. I grasped at hsi shirt, tears staining it immediately. I sobbed, loudly, as I tried to tell him what happened. 

He hushed my cries with a kiss to my hairline and rubbed circles on my back, hoping it would calm me. 

“What happened, Y/N?” Bucky asked once more. 

I looked up at him, tears falling from my swollen eyes. “My parents are dead. Someone killed them.” 

Sobs broke out of me again as my body writhed in his grasp and I buried my face back into Bucky’s chest. I hadn’t noticed the large scowl that came to his face as he wrapped his arms even tighter around me. 

“It’s alright, doll. I’m here.” Bucky cooed into my ear.

[shakesthewizard]

Now I want to know some of your polycule dynamic ideas for the bad kids???

This is a dream come true, okay walk with me

Let's start out with a couple of what I would consider fundamental pairings. In most any configuration of the group you can think of, most if not all of these are gonna be necessary for me to really get invested.

Fabriz. Duh. Need I say more.

Fabadaine. It's my fucking roman empire and I WILL go on about it for another thousand words if you ask

Figadaine. Support women's wrongs! Going shopping! My girlfriend is a rockstar and we make out backstage! My girlfriend is the elven oracle and we make out twice because she has a vision of it happening first!

I've also got some pairings that are nice on their own, but that I don't find like, mandatory if you're gonna sell me on something.

GorgugxFig. She's so loudly angry to hide her fear; he's so quietly scared of his own anger. She made him join her band and he's probably the better musician. They're so nice to each other.

FigxKristen. Fall into temptation. Make out with the devil on your shoulder. She helps you kill your god. She becomes your devoted paladin. The ArchDevil of Rebellion pulls you into a cosmic war against the very divinity you were the Chosen One for.

Now as for larger groupings, things get pretty fun. There are so many to choose from. Like for example:

The Bad Boys. Like as a throuple. Think about it. You're the cool son of a famous pirate; you're already kicking ass at bloodrush; youre hot shit. A metalhead and a briefcase kid latch onto you like barnacles. This is so embarassing. Cut to a month later and you're all on a rooftop sharing a cigarette and looking at the stars. The briefcase kid kisses you, and metalhead is next in line. Briefcase kid is also your best friend, even without the insane new tension and the fact that he can dismantle your coolguy persona with seemingly no effort. He tastes like burnt coffee. Even ignoring how metalhead can crack skulls, but treats you with gentleness and even hesitation, like he's afraid you'll turn him down. As if. His bangs get in the way when he kisses you.

The Bad Girls as a throuple. This one feels almost too obvious for words. Three girls who are all trying so hard and failing to be normal, but from three different directions. Imagine one day seeing the uptight wizard girl with rich parents and girl who tried to convert you to fantasy mormonism on her first day both walk into school one day holding hands with that punk girl who's in a band and who has already turned like six other students gay just by being cool and pretty. Then at lunch, they're all sitting together, and the elf and the cleric both have the bard's lipstick on their lips and cheeks. The cleric looks at you. She winks. You go home confused.

Figaydadaine. Figayda I don't have to sell you on, but you can't tell me Ayda and Adaine aren't so fucking cute together it hurts. They make spells for each other! Adaine has the key to the Wizard's Synod! Adaine killed her dad with Ayda's spell. Come ON, this shit writes itself. Honestly Aydaine is so good by itself

There's also an extended world of qpr among the bad kids - Rizdaine would be a great example of this. I don't think of them as a Couple, but they are SO close and there's so much trust and intimacy there. That's a pair that cuddle while watching movies or doing mystery stuff.

qpr FigGug is another great possibility. Just take all the sweet support and kindness they already have and pry out the romance.

I think if you pitched me another pair/group I could find something interesting about it, but those are my off-the-dome thoughts. Thanks for asking!

[the-demonus-aunt]

If mc started to have a nosebleed how would the brothers react (and dateables)

I love this one, it's random and chaotic xD

Belphie

It's the smell that wakes him

He opens his sleepy eyes as copper lingers all around him

His first reaction is one he's ashamed of later: Excitement. It's been too long since he's smelt something so delicious

His second reaction is fear, gripping his insides and tossing them around when he realises that it was you he fell asleep next to

When he sees you awkwardly pressing a tissue to your face, but otherwise okay, relief mixes with confusion

Once you explain the situation to him, he'll take care of you, but he WILL laugh and tease

"Little human, oh so fragile, aren't you?"

Beel

Utter shock spread across his face. Why? Because he really didn't mean to push you against the kitchen door frame face first

He was on a hunt for food, blinkers on and only one thought on his mind: hunger

Well, he forgot about yesterday's burger in the fridge now

Instead he holds a tissue to your nose, as careful as he can, and gives you some affectionate little pecks on the cheek

Who knew the giant could be so gentle

"I'm so sorry, MC. I'll make it up to you! Do you want some of my chocolate pudding?"

Asmo

Ew. Don't get any blood on his white satin scarf??

Don't worry, he'll get over himself and help you

He'll make face about it but he's already getting you a towel

Ok but why is he kinda into it? Teary eyes, metallic taste, little moans

He'll pat your head and make sure to fix your make up and clothes if they got dirty

"Oh honey, don't worry. You're still so cute, even with blood all over your face!"

Satan

He read about that!!

Yes, he gets a bit too excited about it

Can you blame him, though? You're bleeding...out of your nose! Do you not realise how weird that is?

When he realises you don't really find the situation funny, he immediately pulls himself together and is there for you

"So how can I help? More tissues? Sure! Might these cat pics comfort you?"

Levi

Oi!! What got you so horny so suddenly??

There's no use in explaining to him that that's not what nosebleeds mean after all

It couldn't have been him, could it?

...could it have been?

This seems easier in anime

He'll give you a tissue, but he'll blush way too hard

"Let's...let's just go back to playing games, 'mkay?"

Mammon

Human?! Are you dying?!

Oh man, he's freaking out

You're bleeding, you're his human and you're losing life juice!

It takes some effort to calm him down, but eventually, he learns to deal

Gives you a smelly old t-shirt to bleed onto tbh

Takes you on a gambling night out when you're okay again, bc you both deserve some fun now

"...we could prolly sell that shirt for a buncha money now, ya know?"

Lucifer

No listen. He loves you.

But he scoffs and turns his gaze back to his paperwork

He knows nose bleeds happen to humans. They're rarely dangerous. So what?

Well, you're kinda butthurt he didn't even ask if you're okay and you're showing it, too

He realises he could have been more compassionate later and apologises

He'll give you a tender flick on the nose and offer to share some demonus with you

"Do you feel better, love? Let's make you forget. What do you think?"

Diavolo

Frankly, when he smells it, he first thinks you just started your period

But when he turns around and sees what's happening, he doesn't hesitate

He wraps you up in his massive arms, pressing you to his chest without any regard for his white shirt or expensive jacket

This man will show you love and comfort, no matter what

Why? Because you're bleeding and he loves you

"MC, oh no. I'll take care of you!"

Barbatos

He gives you a handkerchief. And another one. And another one. Where does he keep all of them?

He'll clean you right up, too, when you stop bleeding.

He has also already prepared a tea that heals from the inside. When did he do that?

You'll have forgotten about your pain within minutes. How couldn't you?

"How unfortunate. Here, don't mind it. We'll have you fixed in no time."

Solomon

Well, he's human, so he gets it

He lends you a cloth with a weird gel already stuck to it and makes you some hot chocolate as solace

"MC? Where did you go? I made us some hot drinks?"

Simeon

Oh?

MC, are you alright? You seem to have something on your face...

He's never seen anything like it before but he remains calm and curious

He asks about what to do and follows your explanations to the letter

He also tries to search the internet for advice but all the spelling mistakes let the searches go nowhere

"Oh my. What's happening? This is normal, you say? Okay, what do we do?"

[elliesmainhoe]

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Dealer!Ellie X GoodGirl!Reader

My Masterlist

You and Ellie met at a college party.

Neither of you particularly wanted to be there. Ellie was there to sell. You had been dragged out by your roommate so you could 'let loose' as she put it.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ellie saw some asshole guy getting a bit too close for you.

Your eyes were wide and you looked a bit out of your element. Hands behind your back to hide how they tremble, and how you stance is folded inwards, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

"sup baby, can I buy you a drink?" A cocky frat boy approached you in the corner that you were sheltering in, hiding from the crowd.

"Uh. No thanks... I've got one already..." You replied gesturing to the stereotypical red solo cup you were holding, filled with a concoction of alcohol and sodas.

"Oh don't be such a prude baby~ I can show you a good time" his voice was slurred, likely from the amount of alcohol you could tell he had consumed as it still lingered in his breath.

Ellie had been watching the whole interaction from the get go, she found her eyes drifting towards you, dressed somewhat revealing, but she could tell it was not your usual style. Ellie knew everyone and everyone knew ellie, but she hadn't seen you before. So before she can even rethink, she was heading towards the guy who surely wouldn't get the hint.

"Hey Jason," ellie started, grabbing his attention away from you and onto her. "It's been a while since you last bought from me, how about this, I'll give ya 30% off if you leave this pretty girl alone" she offered.

"shit." He laughed out, a stupid drunk smile on his face " I'll leave you two to it then" he winked chucking as he walked away.

When you turn around to thank her with does eyes, she simply melts.

Thinks your so pretty and invited you to sit with her on the couch.

You start talking, you had a lot in common actually, you were studying astrophysics and she was studying astronomy.

Ellie made jokes and banter with you between puffs of her joint. She did ask you if you wanted one, free of course 'cause pretty girls smoke for free', but you declined, thanking her but stating you weren't into that kinda stuff.

By the end of the night, you had exchanged numbers and hitched a ride home with her.

You both began flirting casually, and as the majority of lesbians do, you didn't know if it was platonic or romantic.

After weeks of much confusion and helpless pining, Ellie took you to a diner, bought you food and as you both left she grabbed the back of your head and kissed you sweetly.

Dealer!Ellie as a girlfriend is so protective. She's always touching you, a hand on your lower back, in your back pocket or just simply interlocking her hand with yours.

She always respects your boundaries, and never pressures you into smoking weed with her. But omg when you ask her to share one of her joints 'just to try' she's so happy.

Ellie was man spreading on the couch as per usual for a Friday night. One hand was furiously clicking buttons on her Playstation controller, but another was taking drags from her joints leisurely.

Unbeknownst to your girlfriend, you were having an inner battle with yourself. You kept thinking back to younger you, when you vowed to never do drugs, even light drugs, but her you were, with a dealer as a girlfriend and daydreaming about sharing a joint with her.

Fuck it.

"Hey Ells..." You mutter out from the armchair in the corner of your living room.

"Yeah babygirl?" She says before exhaling smoke out of her soft lips.

"I- uh. God I swore I would never do this." You murmured under your breath "I want to try it" you say, equipping a false sense of confidence into your voice.

"Try what pretty?" She pushed a button on her controlling, the scene on the TV screen displaying the words 'PAUSED' in big bold letters.

You let out a breathy sigh, signalling your defeat "weed ells, I want to try weed"

"oh. Good girl, gone bad, huh?" "Oh shut up" she laughed at you're annoyed expression. "Come over and sit on my thigh baby, I'll roll a new one and we can share. Sound good?"

You hummed in agreeance and sauntered towards Ellie's lap, She was wearing only her boxers and a sports bra due to the hot weather your state was suffering with, and holy shit was she hot. Toned abs slick with sweat, her tits glistening. Ugh you were whipped.

You watched as Ellie sat up slightly, bending down and rolling the smoking paper around a green nugget of cannabis. She placed the roll in between your painted lips, cupping the end with her hand and sparking the lighter into life as she lit the joint.

Ellie saw your body tensed, nervousness now increasing, "Just relax sweet girl, breath in... Yeah, just like that, now breath out" you did as she said but not before letting out a cough.

"well done pretty girl, did so well, wanna take another drag" she whispered, pecking your forehead lightly.

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I don't smoke weed so I don't really know if this is accurate 😭😅. Hope you liked it though ❤️

[sunjaesol]

soljae | one shot, established relationship | prompt: nostalgia

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"Sunjae-ah," Sol called out from another room.

He hummed, alerting her, and quick footsteps followed. Her head popped into his study, long hair piled into a claw clip and big glasses perched on her nose. She'd been 'writing' a new script, but it was clear she'd gotten derailed. Sunjae smiled at her appearance.

Despite being a grown man—a grown, serious man with a serious career and paying serious bills—he still got that giddy feeling upon seeing her. His hands pressed into his thighs, waiting for her to come closer.

Sol fully stepped inside the room, now revealing a large book in her grip. "Look what I found."

"A lack of inspiration for your script?" he guessed.

She dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "Ya, you think you're funny? No. Babe, look—" She stepped closer and showed him the cover.

Their yearbook.

Sunjae cringed. "Why would you want to look at high school pictures?"

"Because it's... I dont know, its nostalgic." She placed the book on the desk and sat down on the arm of his desk chair. "And you were already handsome in high school."

His eyes softened. Without waiting another second, he pulled her from the chair onto his lap. He was more physically affectionate between the two, but she never said no to his avalanche of hugs and kisses.

Sunjae squeezed her side. "You were the cutest girl in school, my Sol-ah."

She rolled her eyes, but the faint pink on her cheeks betrayed her swayed feelings. "Anyway..." Opening the book, she flipped to the sports section and quickly found his pictures with the swim team.

"Look how cute you were!" she quipped. "And your hair. It's so 2000s."

Sunjae groaned, dropping his face onto her shoulder. "Baby..."

"It's not an insult, it's just the way it was." Chuckling, she balanced her head atop his.

Snaking his arms around her, he got a hold of the book and flipped through to find pictures of her. Sunjae obviously remembered what she looked like back then (as vivid of a memory as what he ate this morning) and wanted to fluster her a little.

And there she was. Page 103, bottom left: Im Sol, 18, Class 606.

"No," she groaned, slapping her hand on the picture to hide it. "The bangs! It's so bad!"

"It's not," he laughed. "You looked cute. You are cute." Prying her hand away, he looked at the picture again. He remembered looking at that same picture fifteen years ago, lamenting his lack of confidence to speak to her.

"I was a weirdo," she argued. "A film geek with no sense of style and no idea how to talk to boys."

He shook his head, muttering under his breath. "Don't sell yourself short."

Flipping a couple pages further, he halted on a full spread of the entire senior class of 2006, boys and girls combined. Sol was near the front due to her height, a big smile on her face while her shoulders were squished by two other girls.

Sunjae was at the back row with all the other tall boys. He was smiling as well, but he wasn't looking at the camera. He wasn't blinking or looking down or looking at a friend.

He was looking in the direction of Sol.

This Sol, currently his wife and in his lap, paused. "Aha..."

He shrugged. "I told you I was lame."

A wry smile ticked on her lips. "Lamer than me. You couldn't even look at the camera for your freaking school picture when I was around."

Sunjae shut her up with a peck on her lips. Sol smiled.

"Thanks for being lame," she whispered.

"No problem."