#jean genie especially. why are you grabbing him like that. why do you sit like that during the guitar solo. stop it

[sixbucks]

More clues.

The way david bowie and mick ronson are fucking each other on stage durign the 1980 floor show is mind blowing 2 me

[oscars-wifeyyy]

Chapter 2 (The Innocent)

Two weeks has passed since everyone found out that Cesar was jumped into Los Santos and two weeks has passed that most of the group tried to find ways to get Cesar out. Elizabeth refused to take any part, knowing there was no way for Cesar to get out, only hoping that he could just fly by with no huge responsibilities. There was going to be a meet up at Ruby’s place to discuss the plans, but Elizabeth had a shift at the restaurant after school so she sent Oscar a quick text. After school, Elizabeth and Oscar met a block from the school to go to the sports restaurant and bar that she worked at.

She already had the uniform shirt on with her blue jeans with her waitress apron already around her waist. It’s almost weird because Oscar has been giving her rides lately and it was inevitable for them not to become great friends and get to know each other more, not the big details. Their rides were mostly laughing and getting to know small parts about each other. It was leading to Elizabeth gaining some kind of feelings for the big bad gang leader that was actually a really sweet guy.

After her shift was over, the gang texted the group chat to tell her about the plan of getting Cesar out of the gang, but she quickly texted back that it was a terrible idea. However, like all her other opinions, it didn’t go along with theirs so it was ignored. The next morning, she was with them in the morning sans Cesar so she could find out more even though she didn’t agree. They walked up the stairs as they talked about their failed plan.

“Cesar’s reaction was a wake up call. The plan isn’t fully formed. We need more time to let our ideas marinate before we take action,” Ruby explained.

“Marinate? No,” Monse insisted, “we gotta cook now. Longer we wait, the deeper Cesar’s in,”

“Guys,” Elizabeth sighed, “this is a gang we’re talking about. Cesar is in and he can’t do anything about it,”

Monse ignored her negativity, “right now he’s got no responsibilities. We gotta get him out before he puts in work,”

Cesar popped up behind them, “who’s putting in work? You’re still with that?”

“With what?” Monse acted dumb.

“Jamal?” Cesar wrapped an arm around his neck.

“We’re still with it,”

Cesar sighed, “this isn’t funny anymore. Trying to reason with my brother is dumb. You gotta promise you’re gonna drop it,”

“You’re overreacting-” Monse got cut off.

“Especially you,” Cesar looked straight at Monse, “Promise,”

“I promise,” Monse lied.

“Ok, good. See you after class,” Cesar nodded at Monse, “Eli, you coming with?”

“Sure,” Elizabeth shrugged, “my class is there anyways,”

The two walked away from the rest of the group and once they were out of earshot, Cesar cleared his throat, “Eli, I’m sorry. I had to claim Monse as protection for her,”

Elizabeth sighed, “alright. You’re forgiven,”

Cesar grinned, “so...am I Salad, again?”

Elizabeth laughed, “Yes, you’re Salad again,”

It was after school and Elizabeth was running to catch up with Monse and Jamal who were on their way to Ruby’s place. When she slowed down next to them, she heard Monse talking about Ruby’s diction so she quickly jumped in.

“Yeah. Sometimes I don’t get half of the things Ruby says,” Elizabeth agreed, out of breath.

Jamal grabbed his face in frustration and pulled, “what?” Monse asked.

“You’re driving me a migraine!” Jamal told Monse.

“Think about how I feel,” Monse disregarded Jamal, “I have no time to teach Ruby not to talk with his hands. He can’t do that stuff with Oscar. Dudes gesticulate a lot in prison. We don’t want to remind him…”

“Hey,” Cesar called out from inside a Santos car, “where you headed?”

“Nowhere,” Monse replied.

“Whatcha doing, Jamal?” Cesar asked.

“Decorating Ruby’s room,” Jamal lied.

“So there is no scheming?” Cesar pried for the honest answer.

Elizabeth groaned at the group, but took out her phone to see a text from the one and only Oscar Diaz.

Future Mans

Whatcha doing, mamita?

Eli <3

With the crew to “feng-shui” Ruby’s room apparently lol

Future Mans

Nice...not really. You got any work this week?

Eli<3

Nope. Thank God lol I’m not tryna do any work. Wassup with “Future Mans”?

Future Mans

Well, bebe. You’re gonna be mine.

The group finally arrived at Ruby’s place, but as soon as they knocked on the door, his head appeared through the half open door, “we’re here to feng-shui your room! That’s why we’re here!” Monse held her arms out.

“I don’t have my own room, but…” Ruby went out the door and ushered the group back, “I have a boner. My cousin just moved in. Not like my cousin-cousin, like ‘what up, cuz,’ you know like fam, but not fam,”

“Like if you can’t keep it in your pants, keep it in the family,” Cesar jokes.

“Exactly,” Ruby paused, “no. not exactly. There is no blood relation. There is no in-breeding. Oh, and call me Ruben. I go by Ruben now,”

“Ruby!” Geny shouted as she walked outside

“Ruben,” Ruby corrected.

“Ruby, aren’t you forgetting something?” Geny ignored his correction as inside, “guys, this is Olivia. She’s going to stay with us for awhile, ok?”

Geny went back inside as an awkward silence came, “is it me or did things just get weird?” the new girl said.

“It’s you,” Monse stepped up, “this is Jamal and Cesar,”

“Elizabeth,”

“Ignore the stares. They haven’t been neutered,” Monse smiled, “Jamal, why don’t you tell Olivia what you didn’t do to your neck. Ruby, can we discuss our chem assignment?” Monse pulled Ruby away to the side to, undoubtedly, talk about their plan to get Cesar out of Los Santos.

Elizabeth didn’t pay any mind to the two that just went to the side, instead engaged into the conversation; however, Cesar lifted the bottom of his shirt to wipe off some “sweat” that he had to show off his abs. The sophomore was glaring daggers into the boy as Ruby was glaring at the boy. Monse and Ruby were on their way back to the group, but Ruby had yelled out.

“I’m saving Cesar!” Monse glared at Ruby as Cesar looked at Monse with a disappointed look.

The next morning, Elizabeth got ready to meet up with the girls, but when she left her place she didn’t feel like rushing to rush to where they were so she just stuck with Ruby who she saw pacing. She approached the small freshmen with a concerned look as she heard Ruby call out to Santa Maria. Ruby started walking into the backyard of the Diaz house so she went up to the small friend and wrapped an arm around him, causing him to jump.

“‘Sup, compa? What are you doing?” Elizabeth smiled.

“Gonna talk to Spooky about Cesar,” Ruby stressed as he walked further into the backyard, “acid? I can’t. I can’t. I can’t,” Ruby tried walking away.

“‘Sup, fool?” Oscar called out causing Ruby to pause and turn.

Oscar advanced towards him with two bins so they could sit. Elizabeth walked further into the yard with Ruby and sat on the stack of tires while staring at Oscar’s shirtless body with his Dickies shorts and long socks with his high-top converse. He had a scowl on his face, looking at Ruby, who was beyond intimidated.

Oscar started leaning in closer to inspect Ruby’s face, “What’s with the glitter?”

“Late night at the club. You know how hynas be,” Ruby tried to play it cool, but it caused Elizabeth to try and hold her laughter in.

Oscar chuckled, “I feel you, homie. Sometimes my ruca wears the same shit. She be rubbing all up on me. I can’t get that crap out for days,” Elizabeth frowned.

Ruby shrugged, “Women,” Oscar offered him a cigarette, “trying to quit,”

“Whatcha wanna chop it up about?”

Ruby looked terrified, “Um, Mr. Oscar,” Oscar raised an eyebrow, “I mean, Spooky. I know you’re a busy man, so I’ll cut right to it. Is that acid?” Lilo slapped the back of Ruby’s head and took the lighter that Oscar had in his hand to light her cigarette, “you know what? Don’t answer. None of my business,” Ruby took a breath, “so, Cesar. I mean, can we just talk about how smart he is? You know, I’m smart, but he’s like...a certifiable genius. He has off the charts emotional intelligence, which is rare, combine that with his innate ability to empathize and problem solve and you get the real deal. A natural leader,” Ruby felt more confident, “which is a testament to you and how well you raised him,” Lilo felt offended but was taken by surprise by Oscar’s sudden grip on her and the force taken to make her sit on his lap.

Oscar nodded, “I feel you, homie,”

Ruby continued, “so, what I’m saying is, he has so much potential that hasn’t been realized. He’s just a baby bird waiting to take flight. Who knows how high a bird can fly given the right wind and lack of avian predators,”

“I never looked at him that way,” Oscar said.

“‘Cause he’s not one to toot his own horn. Yet another one of his many attributes,” Ruby smiled.

“You’re right. He just needs to be given that right opportunity, with good wind and no vultures and shit,” Oscar leaned forward a little bit.

“Well, vultures are more like scavengers. I was thinking hawks,” Ruby said.

“Hawks can suck a dick!” Oscar yelled.

Ruby leaned back, “exactly. I mean, you feeling me Spook,” Ruby immediately corrected himself, “Spooky,”

“Yeah, mos’ def’. You opening my eyes, homes,”

Ruby scoffed, “that’s what I do. You know...I will take that smoke,”

Oscar fished out his pack, giving one to Ruby as well as one in his own mouth, “Time to give Cesar his wings,” Oscar said, lighting his then moved it to Ruby’s cigarette.

Ruby immediately started coughing as Elizabeth rolled her eyes at her friend and laughter bubbled up to the surface.

“You alright there?” Oscar asked while Ruby nodded.

It was finally time for the high school kids to go to school, but as they were gonna exit the backyard, a voice called out, “Elizabeth, stay here,”

Ruby rushed out, leaving his friend behind to defend herself, “y-yeah, Spooky?”

“Oscar,” Oscar corrected, “why you going back to Spooky?”

“Spooky, whatever you’re trying to accomplish with me needs to stop. I got other things to focus on and I don’t need a guy that thinks that he can lead me on when he has a ruca the whole time,” Elizabeth shrugged, “bye, Spooky. Delete my number,”

Elizabeth walked out and to school with jumbled thoughts in her head like why he would even think to do that, why she was even dumb enough to actually almost fall for it. She has enough things to focus on and worry about, like her jobs and the money she needs to help around the house as well as her college. Fortunately, she was lucky enough that she could go to a nearby university on a full ride scholarship and the university being UCLA is a pretty big deal for anybody. Thoughts about her life and the future became jumbled so she took a breath and decided to take her earphones out and listen to music.

Her journey to school came to an end when she saw the school and entered the premises to go to her locker and grab her books and things that she needed for classes. However, she felt stares on her so she turned to see people staring at her, causing her to take out her earphones and hear the last part of the announcement.

“Congratulations to Elizabeth Hernandez. She received a full ride scholarship to UCLA, only being a sophomore,”

Elizabeth groaned and continued shoving books in her bag, as well as taking some out, then walked towards her class. There was a sudden force on her back as two hands pushed against her back and she fell down, laying flat on the floor, so she slowly got up and turned to see a group of seniors.

“Why you hangin’ with Spooky this morning?” the obnoxious gum-chewing girl asked.

“It’s nothing,” Elizabeth looked straight at the girl’s eyes, “we were just talking about important shit with my friend,”

“You’re friend left, but you stayed for a few minutes longer, por que?” another girl that stood next to the gum-chewer asked.

“It was a few minutes. We didn’t even do anything or talk for those few minutes,” Elizabeth groaned, “chill, he’s all yours. I ain’t got time for any of that,”

“Mhmmm, it better stay that way. Name is Lupe and I’m his ruca,” the gum-chewer said.

“Ok, cool. Now I gotta go so have fun with all that,” Elizabeth turned and began walking towards her class again, but on her way there Cesar caught up to her.

“Felicitaciones por la beca, hermana,” Cesar smiled at the slightly older girl.

“Gracias, mano,” Elizabeth grinned, “I learned about it this morning from my mom,”

The two bid their goodbyes as they arrived outside of Elizabeth’s class. Elizabeth walked in and took her usual seat next to the door, taking out her notebook and textbook to do tonight’s homework. Time passed and class dragged on until the bell rang and bodies rushed to leave the room and meet up with their friends while Elizabeth simply took her time and went to her locker to grab books until a hand touched her shoulder. She turned to see a guy standing there nervous.

“Hey,” the guy said, “my name is Damien. I’m in your english class,”

Elizabeth nodded her head, “hey. What’s up?”

“W-well, I was wondering if y-you wanted to maybe, I don’t know, go on a d-date with m-me?” Damien asked.

“Y-y-yeah sure,” Elizabeth blushed, “when and where?” “We can meet up at Dwayne’s then go to the mini golf course? 7 p.m, tonight?”

Elizabeth thought it over, “yeah sure. Why not? What’s your number?”

The two exchanged numbers, unaware of the eyes and ears of a Santo that was texting everything to Oscar.

Oscar was out doing business for Los Santos, but half of his head was out and cursing himself at his stupidity to say that he had a ruca. He doesn’t have a ruca because Lupe and him broke up two months ago, but he only said he had a ruca to Ruby because he didn’t want other people to find out about his thing with Elizabeth. A ding interrupted him from his thoughts so he pulled out his phone and became angry at the updates about Elizabeth.

She got a date with Damien @ 7

Dwayne’s BBQ and mini golf

Ok. gracias, mano.

No problemo, mano

The leader was angry as he looked at the time when he was done with business for the gang. He pulled out his phone to see the white numbers at the top of the iPhone reading ‘5:50 pm’ so he rushed home and showered. Cesar came home when Oscar was done and getting ready to leave. 6:45 pm.

“Mano, I’m leaving. Be back soon. la comida está en la nevera,” Oscar closed the door and to his car.

He arrived at the joint at 7:05 pm and saw that the two were sitting and looking through the menu, even though Elizabeth knew what she was getting. The cholo got out of his car and made his way inside the restaurant, bells dinging as he opened the door. Elizabeth turned and saw the cholo, causing her eyes to open wide and shake her head at him, but he ignored her as he stopped next to their table.

“‘Sup, fool?” Oscar looked at Damien with a raised eyebrow.

“‘Sup, Oscar,” Damien nodded, “this is Elizabeth. Elizabeth, this is my best friend, Oscar aka Spooky,”

“Nah, homes,” Oscar chuckled with no humor in his phone, “we ain’t friends. Elizabeth is gonna be mine so back up,”

Damien flew out of the booth, “o-oh, sorry, Spooky. I-i didn’t know that. I thought you were still with Lupe?”

“We ain’t together,” Oscar crossed his arms, “we broke up two months ago. Tell everyone that we broke up two months ago,”

Damien ran out of the restaurant, leaving Elizabeth to Oscar, but she moved to get out of the booth and out of the restaurant to go home. Oscar blocker her way out.

“That ain’t happenin’ again, mamita,” Oscar nudged Elizabeth to sit next to the window, “I said you were gonna be mine and I don’t back out,”

“I don’t care, Spooky. I got other things to focus on, seeing as though you might be playin’ me and I am not gonna entertain that shit,” Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

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My Roommate is a Demon

Minho x Reader (first person POV)

Genre: Fluff, Humor? I srsly dunno how to classify this 🤣

Wordcount: 1.9k

A/N: What is this ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Sorry for being M.I.A this past week  ㅠㅠ

I wasn’t expecting a visitor at such an ungodly hour of the day. More importantly, I wasn’t expecting to see a demon chilling on my couch while petting my cat at two in the morning.

It was supposed to be a simple hangout over Netflix and fastfood, but Changbin insisted that we deserve a more “interesting” Friday night. Apparently, he stumbled upon a bunch of summoning spells in the internet, and he was more than excited to try them out. His enthusiasm won over our protests, and we spent the night over black candles and weird symbols he had copied from god-knows-where.

“Why exactly are we summoning a ghost?” Chan asked, obviously skeptic about the whole thing.

“Binnie hyung just wants to scare himself,” Jisung said. I noted, though, that his hands were shaking uncontrollably as he shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Changbin rolled his eyes. “We aren’t summoning a ghost, you folks. We are summoning a demon who could grant our wishes.”

“Like a genie,” Chan remarked sarcastically.

I sat on the couch beside Doongie, my one-year-old cat, who was busy licking his fur. “Why exactly are we doing it in my house?” I grunted.

Changbin grinned. “Because you, my friend, have the biggest stash of chips among the four of us. That is the number one requirement for the summoning to work.”

Chan paused from downing a bottle of Mountain Dew. “Oh. It’s not because of Soonie, then.”

Soonie, who was sitting comfortably on the TV stand, hissed in response. He is my three-year-old cat, and Chan is pretty much convinced that he is a spawn of Satan. (He actually typed a whole three-page essay to prove this hypothesis, but that’s beside the point.)

Jisung chuckled. “Chill, hyung. Soonie didn’t mean to spill coffee over your research paper.”

Chan groaned. “Oh, I’m sure as hell he did. He hates me – he thinks I’m stealing his master right under his nose.”

Soonie seemed to have understood that we were talking about him. He stared Chan down for a good three seconds before walking out with his nose in the air, heading towards my room. (I sometimes agree with Chan – maybe my cat is a spawn of that fiery land deep down. I mean, look at the sass. He’s gonna make Hades proud.)

Unfazed by our cat conversation, Changbin took the lead and settled himself on the center of the room. The rest of us followed begrudgingly, forming a semi-circle around a bunch of papers carelessly drawn with symbols and letters.

I knew with utmost certainty that the whole summoning was going to flop, but I wasn’t going to tell Changbin that.

We sat in silence, inhaling smoke from burning candles. We turned the lights off to complete the creepy vibe, which resulted to me having a papercut while arranging the “summoning circle” that we hastily made. Changbin was confidently muttering in Latin (or at least I thought it was Latin – it sounded gibberish to me, actually). After a few minutes of half-rapping and half-singing, he immediately gave up. He kicked the papers scattered on the floor, stood up and grabbed a slice of pizza.

“Tonight isn’t the night. We don’t have enough moon energy,” he declared.

I know not what “moon energy” was, and I was far from interested. I moved to turn the television on, not hiding the sense of relief that washed over me. Finally – the night could finally go as how it was initially planned.

Boy, was I wrong.

After a couple movies and a tower of pizza boxes, my friends finally called it a day. They were living together in a studio complex just a block away from mine; there had been no problem in getting home late for them. We bid some quick good nights, and they were off.

I locked the door after they left. I was more than prepared to plop down my couch and enjoy my moment of peace and solitude, when I suddenly heard my cat purr.

Doongie doesn’t purr unless I’m petting him.

When I turned to my couch, someone was sitting there – and he was rubbing Doongie’s belly while sitting comfortably as if he was lounging at his own home. I almost threw the phone I was holding.

“Wha- WHO ARE YOU?!?!?”

The young man winced in protest as if it was I who disturbed his peaceful night. “Good evening to you, too. As much as I would want to have an, uhh, enthusiastic conversation, I would rather not wake up your whole neighborhood.”

“Excuse m-”

“And to answer your question,” he continued, “my name is Lee Minho. I’m an intern from the ninth division of Hades Eastern Labor Line. Next time, please make sure you’d call our line during business hours. While I love receiving overtime pay, my boss clearly hates giving them, and I’m done with tolerating his hot-headed ass.”

The man – Minho – gave me a soulless, obviously forced smile. He looked pale, I noticed. His long black hair was falling over his forehead, almost covering his eyes. He was wearing a baggy black shirt and a pair of skinny jeans, matched with white rubber shoes and black socks. He looked young – I think he’s just around my age. His eyes looked perennially bored, as if being in my apartment was the last thing he wanted to do in his life.

Which bring us to the most pressing question of all time: WHAT IS HE DOING IN MY HOUSE?!

“Excuse me, but who are you again?”

He rolled his eyes, not even hiding the annoyance on his face. “The moment you rang that line, I immediately knew I didn’t like you. I’m Lee Minho, stupid-face. From the–”

“Ninth division of whatever-bbibbidiboo,” I said, cutting him off. “But who are you to barge into my house unannounced?! Who are you to stain my carpet with your filthy unwashed shoes?! How did you get in in the first place?! Who are you and why does my pet rub against you like you’re his owner?!?!?!?”

He was staring me down, and I swear I saw a flicker of fire on his eyes. Like, literal fire. I thought I was going to spontaneously combust.

“I’d tell you to go to hell, but I work there and I don’t want to see you everyday, so that’s totally out of the question,” Minho said flatly. “You called our hotline a few hours ago. That’s why I’m here. Believe me, I’d love to be anywhere else but your filthy apartment.”

I shook my head. I’m not drunk, am I? Last time I checked, soda doesn’t contain alcohol or any similar substance that could make me hallucinate stuff. “I’m sure as hell I didn’t call you.”

He rolled his eyes once more. “Well, hell is saying otherwise. Even Doongie here knows that you called me earlier.”

“… Are you crazy?”

Minho closed his eyes in an attempt to control his anger. “Please, human. I am tired. Just say your wish so I could leave, then we can live our separate lives in peace.”

It took me a whole minute before I finally realized what Minho was actually on about.

“Wait. You mean… the summoning worked? It actually worked?”

“Actually, it didn’t.” Minho continued petting Doongie, who purred contentedly in return. “My boss sent me instead, because who can summon a real demon with that half-assed incantation? I can point out about a hundred flaws in your ‘summoning circle,’ if you can even call it that, and another hundred flaws on the pronunciation of the chant. Plus, who draws the circle on a cheap bond paper? Don’t you have class?”

I tried to ignore the fact that he was outright dissing me. Well, he was dissing Changbin, actually. “If the summoning failed… then why are you here?”

Minho rolled his eyes for the nth time. “Like I’ve said, I’m just an intern.”

“So… you’re not a demon?”

“I’m half-demon.” Minho stifled a yawn. “But I’ll soon be a full-fledged one, once I’ve been summoned a thousand times and fulfilled a thousand wishes from mortals like you. Hence, like I have said a hundred times now, just get on with your bloody evil wish already.”

I took a seat on the couch opposite Minho, trying to compose myself. A demon intern was sent into my house because a real demon can’t be bothered by our half-assed summoning? A demon? In my house? At the dead of night? Tell me about it. “If you’re really what you’re claiming to be, you’re almost five hours late,” I noted.

“Well thank you for pointing that out, Dr. Punctual. You could just thank me – at least I decided to come despite your trashy chant,” he answered. “It was hard for me to cross the border to your world because of the trashy portal you made. Plus, there’s no enough moon energy at this trashy time of the month. You mortals could really use some research.”

I tried to ignore the fact that he used the word “trashy” thrice in less than a minute. “About that, I’m not the one who summoned you. It was my friend. You should go and grant his wish, not mine.”

Minho sniffed the air like a cat. (He actually looked like Doongie.) He crinkled his nose and sat back. “Your blood. There’s no mistake – it was your blood that was used to summon me.”

“My blood? What are you–”

The papercut. Crap.

Just then, Soonie sauntered from my room towards the living room. You should know that Soonie is one helluva irritable, choosy and aloof cat especially when it comes to strangers. I was expecting him to hiss and jump away from the demon-in-training on my couch, maybe even hide back into the safety of my bedroom.

“Another cat!” Minho exclaimed. I whipped my head towards him, and I saw him smiling a fatherly smile down at Soonie. It was weird, but I felt warmth from the stranger who barged into my house. There was a sincere look of adoration in his eyes, and if an outsider would look at him with my cats, they would probably think that Minho is their real owner and not me.

“How are you able to pet Soonie? He doesn’t usually warm up to strangers,” I asked.

Minho smiled – and it was unlike the previous mischievous grins he flashed. It was soft and pure, I had to doubt if he was really an entity training to be a full-time demon.

“I guess I should change my profession and be a cat whisperer instead,” he answered. “I rarely see cats Underground; they can’t endure the intense heat.”

What he did next surprised me – it was even more surprising than the moment he made himself appear in my house out of nowhere:

He lied down on my couch, nuzzling Soonie and Doongie into his arms.

“Since you don’t have a wish for me to do anyway,” Minho said, “let me stay in your house for a bit. If you have two adorable cats roaming around your household, then I guess you’re not as intolerable as I initially thought you would be.”

I stared at him for a good minute. Then: “What?”

“Do you have leftover pizza? I’m starving.” He grinned at me, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I’m looking forward to living with you… roommate.”

He’s inviting himself as my roommate just because I have two cats?!?!?!?

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A/N: Should I make a part two? What do you guys think?PART TWO IS NOW UP 💙

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Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it. And thanks for altering it. Hope this is what you had in mind.

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Loki Illusion Fantasy

Hi there! Resubmitting a slightly altered prompt: Could you write about Loki learning that his girlfriend has a  fantasy where she wants to watch him have sex with another woman. Loki one evening fulfills this wish by creating an illusory duplicate of his girlfriend, so she can watch Loki have sex with herself.

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‘Come on, love. I know you’re hiding something from me, you can’t lie from the God of mischief.’ Loki said with a cocky grin as he dragged his girlfriend back into his arms, despite her protesting.

He peppered her face with kisses, making her laugh while she tried to shove him back.

‘It’s nothing, Loki. Honestly.’ She whined, managing to get out of his grasp.

‘Come on, there is something. I know there is.’ He used his Seidr to teleport across the room to block her from leaving the bedroom.

She folded her arms over her chest and glared at him, trying to look scary. He just laughed and tickled under her chin.

‘You are so cute when trying to act tough and scary.’ He teased.

‘Shut up!’ She turned and attempted to go out onto the balcony, but again he teleported on front of her.

This time he grabbed her in a crushing hug and didn’t let her go. ‘I’m not letting you go until you tell me what you thinking about that had you blushing so badly.’

Willow groaned, she knew she wasn’t going to win this. So she decided to tell him.

‘Alright. I was just… well, I keep thinking… You’re going to think its weird.’ She sighed.

Loki gripped her chin and tilted her face up. ‘Try me.’ He smiled warmly at her.

There wasn’t a lot that surprised him really. Especially considering how kinky their sex life could get. They were often up for trying almost anything.

‘I have this weird thing where I want to watch you… doing it with another woman. But I then get too jealous at the thought of sharing you, so I kinda shoot my own idea down real quick.’ Willow blurted out quickly, feeling her cheeks heat up.

When Loki said nothing, she became a little concerned. But the wickedest of grins spread across his face, making her worry.

‘Loki, I don’t actually want to do it. Please, I don’t want you with another woman.’ She said quickly, sliding her arms around him.

‘And I wouldn’t want to with another woman, love. I only have eyes for you, I promise.’ He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.

‘Why do I feel like there’s a but coming?’ She raised her eyebrow and glared up at him.

‘Well… I may have an idea for your fantasy to come true. Just call me your magic genie.’ He winked at her and grabbed her hand, leading her to the chair that they had by the fire place.

‘What are you up to?’ She asked when he pushed her shoulders, making her sit on the chair.

‘Just relax, my darling… and enjoy the show.’ He whispered into her ear, then clicked his fingers.

She let out a squeak of surprise as rope that moved like snakes appeared from nowhere and slid around her wrists, then held them tightly to the arms of the chair. The same happened to her ankles with the legs of the chair. So she was restrained very well, unable to go anywhere.

‘Loki.’ She said in warning, slight apprehension in her voice.

‘When have I ever let you down or scared you in regards to sex?’ Loki asked, crouching down on front of her with his hands on her knees.

‘Hmm… never.’ She said reluctantly.

‘Exactly. So trust me, love.’ He grinned and licked his lips.

She watched in curiosity as he went over to their bed, removing his clothing in the process. He turned to face her, his cock already hardening at the thought of what he was about to do.

Willow still had no idea what he was up to. That was, until, he waved his hand and in a light haze of green next to him, a body emerged. But not just any body… It was her. Well, a double of her.

‘What the…’ She trailed off, eyes wide as she was looking at an exact duplicate of herself.

Loki twirled his finger and a gag was placed into her mouth. She grumbled into it, but wasn’t overly surprised that Loki had decided to gag her.

All she could do was watch while Loki approached her double, cupping her face to kiss her. The double acted just as Willow would, willingly moving her lips with the kiss, her arms going around him.

Loki pulled her over to the bed and tossed her on. He looked over to the real Willow and winked at her. Then he flipped the double over and told her to stay on her hands and knees, with her bum pointing at Willow.

Willow watched as Loki raised his hand up, then brought it down, hard. The duplicate started screaming from the pain as he spanked her without mercy. Willow jumped with every smack, her own bottom feeling sore just from watching it. Knowing how sore his spankings could be. But this was something else, he was really going to town with it.

Willow squeezed her thighs together, ashamedly getting super turned on from the sight. Not only seeing Loki spanking a woman, but her. Kind of…

The duplicate was sobbing by the time Loki had finished with her. He dipped his hand down between her thighs and growled in delight to find her wet. He parted her folds and slid his fingers through, rubbing over her clit a few times before thrusting in and out.

‘Mmmm, delicious.’ He sucked his fingers clean and looked over at Willow, grinning.

Willow was almost drooling through her gag. She was now really regretting telling Loki her fantasy, because she wanted him to touch her so badly. Not that double.

Loki turned her double around, so that Willow had a side on view of them now. He mounted her from behind, wrapping an arm around her middle. Willow’s eyes were drawn to the way he moulded to her back perfectly as he slid his cock into her.

‘Ohhhh, yes.’ Loki moaned and started rocking against her.

Willow was breathing hard through her nose, rubbing her thighs together so tightly to try and relieve some kind of pressure. But it became so much harder when Loki started really rutting into the double, fucking her like he was in heat.

Then when Loki wrapped his hand around the double’s neck, Willow almost lost it completely.

Loki glanced over towards Willow. He knew how much she loved being choked.

Seeing Loki do what he was doing to, well, her. It was a kind of erotic she never thought she’d ever see. He was fucking her in her favourite position, that always got her off the hardest. To see it from that point of view, as a viewer, it was something else entirely.

Willow was whimpering through her gag, trying to beg for Loki to untie her and fuck her instead of the double. But Loki wasn’t finished yet. He kept pounding into her double like it was his last ever fuck.

Loki groaned and grunted as he was almost there, Willow watched on in complete jealousy as Loki came, she could tell by the look on his face and the way his hand tightened around the doubles neck.

Willow was beside herself with arousal when Loki let go of the double, who collapsed on the bed underneath him before then disappearing in a glimmer of green.

Loki took a few deep breaths, getting himself under control. Then he turned his heated gaze on Willow. Smirking, with a predatory look, he got off the bed and started over towards the real Willow.

‘She was nothing like the real thing, my dove.’ He growled.

He crouched down on front of her and looked between her legs. He smirked.

‘You are soaking, love. Right through your jeans. Naughty girl.’ He squeezed her thighs, making her whimper more at finally getting his touch.

‘Your turn now, I believe.’ He grinned, his cock quickly hardening again.

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First Netflix and Chill

Here’s a lil’ post Caddyshack smut for ya. This is one chapter in a larger work, I’ll link below.

Je Souhaite

(2000)

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I never made the world a happier place.”

“Well… I’m fairly happy. That’s something,” she replies honestly.

They relax on his couch, another grueling case finished, Caddyshack insisting upon them in the background. When he tells her he used his final wish to set the jinni free, it doesn’t surprise her at all, but she does laugh at the cheesiness of this whole thing. He puts his arm around her and pulls her in close, kissing the top of her head.

“Give me a break, all right? It was the right thing to do.”

Of course he’d use his final wish to set her free. It was such a Mulder thing to do. Her, on the other hand…

“I can think of a few things I’d have asked for,” she admits.

“Like what?”

She knows Mulder blew his first two wishes trying to achieve world peace. And she can’t be selfish when it comes to these things, especially after the little speech she gave him earlier about not attempting to fix the world’s problems with a single wish. But thoughts of her infertility, thoughts of all the terrible things that have happened to them both can’t help but invade her mind. To be able to erase so much with a simple wish… the thought is tempting, however unrealistic.

She’s starting to believe some way, somehow, none of it was even real at all, anyway. It happens to her occasionally.

She looks up at him, then turns back to the TV, sipping her beer, and smiles to herself. “I’ll never tell.”

“Well, I’ve already got the only thing I’d have wished for,” he says, smiling at her. Why is he so fucking cute?

“You know, I never thought of you as a romantic. You really keep me guessing, Mulder.”

He narrows his eyes at her in that way that makes her entire body tingle. Setting his beer on the table, he leans in and kisses her, one hand around her shoulders and the other taking her own bottle out of her hand, setting it on the coffee table. He sweeps a strand of her hair behind her ear, then gently holds her face as he kisses her as if it were incredibly fragile. As strong a woman as she is, she enjoys this from time to time; his gentleness.

“What do I have to do to get you to tell me, Scully?” he asks, pulling back.

She makes an exaggerated ‘thoughtful’ face. “I can think of so many things.”

“Anything you want,” he says as he leans in to kiss her neck, then pulls back again abruptly. “Within reason, of course.”

She laughs as he goes back into her neck. “Hmm. I think you’re doing everything right so far.”

His hand goes underneath her sweater, softly caressing her ribcage, his thumb lightly brushing the underside of her breast. He kisses her softly but his intent is clear, and sex with Mulder sounds so infinitely better than watching Caddyshack that she quickly shifts her body over his, straddling his lap and removing her shirt in one sweeping motion.

“Oh come on, Scully. I thought we were having a movie night,” he smiles. She kisses him again in response, the taste of beer and salt on his lips.

“You started it,” she points out.

“I lied, by the way. My final wish was for you, naked in my lap.”

“Oh, Mulder,” she simpers. “I’m so sorry you wasted all three of your wishes.”

“Who says it was a waste?” He gestures to her like ‘duh.’

She laughs and goes in for more, she will never stop going in for more. She cups his face with both her hands and gently sucks on his bottom lip.

“What’s your first wish, Scully?” he asks as he slides his hands downwards inside her pants, squeezing as much of her backside as he can get his hands around.

“Oh, is this what we’re doing?” She smiles into his mouth, then moves around to nibble his earlobe. He adjusts himself beneath her and groans.

“If we can make it to three,” he answers.

She’s game. She teases his earlobe with her tongue as she begins. “Okay… my first wish is to turn off this fucking movie.”

He groans again, and she can tell he’s straining painfully inside his jeans.

“That’s a huge waste of a wish, Scully. Come on.”

“Trust me, it isn’t,” she says. She holds onto him as he leans forward to reach for the remote, wincing in pain, and hits the mute button.

“Is that acceptable?” he asks, cringing again as he leans back against the couch.

“Sure.”

“I don’t think you’re giving Caddyshack a fair shake, Scully. You know, everybody gets laid in the end.”

“I’ve seen it,” she says. “I’d rather we both just get laid at the beginning.”

He nods thoughtfully. “Excellent point.”

“Okay, your turn.”

“Hang on a second,” he says, and starts to undo his jeans. She stops him with her hand.

“Oh, no. You didn’t make a wish.”

He tilts his head at her and makes a face. “Oh come on, I have to wish to take my pants off?”

She shrugs. “If that’s what you want. I didn’t make up the rules, Mulder.”

“It certainly sounds that way,” he grumbles. “You got to take your shirt off.”

“That was before we started.”

“At this rate we’ll go through all the wishes before we get anywhere.”

“Let’s just see what happens,” she says, smiling.

“Fine,” he rolls his eyes. He’s been doing that a lot lately. She’s pleased she seems to have rubbed off on him a bit. “I wish for you to take my pants off.” He very showily arcs his hands behind his head and leans back in anticipation.

She smiles and unbuttons his jeans, slowly and carefully unzipping them. He exhales with relief as she slides his pants all the way off and climbs back onto his lap.

“Look at that,” she says playfully, gesturing to his impressive erection. “I won’t need my second wish.”

He leans in to kiss her and she stops him again. “Wow, you are really bad at this game, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. Look at you.”

“Okay. I think you’re going to like my second wish, Mulder.”

“Lay it on me.”

She leans in close to his ear and whispers softly.

“ I wish… for you to make me come.”

His eyebrows soar and he grins wickedly. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

He lifts her off his lap and onto the couch next to him so quickly she yelps, and she lays back giggling in anticipation. He pulls everything off her as fast as possible and before she even has a chance to make a clever remark his tongue is inside her, lapping up every last ounce of her resolve. Her legs are up over his shoulders and her hands grip the leather couch.

“Fairly happy, Scully?” he grins as he works his magic. “I make you fairly happy? We’ll see about that.”

It never takes him long, and as she expects, he has her coming more quickly than any genie ever could. He lifts himself up on his forearms and watches her.

“...Mulder.” It’s all she manages to get out.

“...Yeah?”

She breathes heavily for a moment. “Are you sure you don’t have some kind of magical power?”

“Pretty sure.”

She chuckles softly, staring at the ceiling, the green light from his fish tank casting a spatter of luminescence on the walls. It still amazes her how good he is with his mouth.

“I don’t know. I think you must be a wizard of some kind. No other way to explain it.”

“You, Scully?” he asks incredulously.

“You caught me at a vulnerable moment.”

His face appears over her, leaning down for a kiss, then he rests his head on her stomach.

“Your turn,” she says, ruffling his hair.

“Am I really only on my second?” he asks. She nods, smiling. “I have severely underestimated this game’s potential, Scully.”

“What’s your second wish, then?” she asks.

He moves to kiss her thigh. “That was my second wish. Guess I’m gonna have to call an audible.”

“I’m waiting.”

He sits up and looks thoughtful. “Hmmm.”

She laughs. “I think I know.”

“You are a bit of a know-it-all.”

“Say it, Mulder.”

He extends both arms along the back of the couch and narrows his eyes. “I wish that you would make me fairly happy, too.”

She smiles and doesn’t have to ask what he means. She gets down onto the floor and situates herself between his knees. Then she leans forward, slips his boxers down over his bulging erection and circles his tip with her tongue, teasing him. She meets his eyes for just a moment and just as she hears him groan she plunges down upon him, using her hand to help with his enormous length. In her relatively limited experience, he’s definitely got the most impressive dick she’s ever encountered. It doesn’t make it any less fun, but it’s certainly more of a challenge.

Dana Scully has never backed down from a challenge.

She takes her time exploring every inch of him, enjoying his sounds, how his hands grip the edge of the leather couch. Mostly just the way his head lolls backwards and her name keeps escaping his lips like a prayer, over and over, up to the heavens.

“Scully… Scully…”

It occurs to her how strange it actually is that she’s been hearing her last name called out during sex the last few weeks and how un- strange it has all felt. It isn’t something she’d ever change, though. Hearing his voice saying her name this way feels right in a way she can’t quite explain.

After a couple minutes his hand goes to her shoulder and she looks up. “You��ve still got a wish left. Better get while the getting’s still good.”

“This one is easy,” she says, and climbs into his lap. She raises up onto her knees and aligns their sexes, barely grazing his with her own. She puts her arms around his neck and starts to sink down onto him slowly.

“No, no,” he says, gripping her arms. “I want to hear you wish for it. And make it worth my while.”

“Mulderrrrrr…”

He grabs her hips firmly, stopping her descent.

“Make a wish, Scully.”

“Fine.” She leans into him close, grabbing a fistful of his black T shirt. “I wish you’d get inside me already.”

“Granted,” he grins, pulling her down. She inhales sharply at the contact, at how hard he is, how completely he fills her. Her eyes close and she takes a moment; in this position she can feel him more deeply than in any other and it’s practically cosmic.

She holds his face in her hands and he holds her hips as they rock together, and she once again marvels at how in sync they have become over the years. He reaches around to her back, unclasping her bra. She removes it and his hands are on her breasts, kneading them. She leans forward a bit so they are level with his face and he happily takes the hint, suckling and kissing as she cradles his head against her. She adjusts her angle slightly and suddenly they are slamming into each other at precisely the right location and she can feel her orgasm approaching like a tidal wave in the distance.

“Mulder, I’m gonna...” she informs him breathily.

“Go for it, G-woman,” he replies, and she goes for it. It overtakes her completely and she’s squeezing his head, practically suffocating him between her breasts as she rides out her release.

As she starts to come down he taps her on her shoulder. “Scully, I can’t breathe down here,” comes his muffled voice. She releases his head and laughs.

“Sorry.”

“No better place to suffocate, to be honest.”

“Are you close?” She starts rocking again but he flips her onto her back.

“Yes.” He cradles her head, his hands behind it, as he continues pumping into her. She dips her hands beneath his T shirt to feel his back, gliding her hands over his muscles and watching him intently. She doesn’t kiss him, and she doesn’t close her eyes. She only wants to look into his. When she looks into them she can see his whole world: her, reflected back, as well as the dark matter that is his essence; the things she has yet to discover about him.

He comes as they are looking into each other���s eyes, and his forehead falls into hers. She brings her hand to the side of his face, which is stubbly, more so than usual. She pulls him down on top of her and rubs her soft cheek against his scratchy one, enjoying the feel of it, his smell, his masculinity.

After a minute, he speaks. “I should have been more careful with my wishes, Scully.”

She knows he means his real wishes, the ones he wasted.

“You’re lucky to have witnessed the phenomenon at all, Mulder. As usual.”

“Yeah, but… I was careless. There are things… important things I should have considered. Now it’s too late.”

She wonders if his regret has anything to do with her. She has his head cradled against her chest and they are squished side by side on the couch now. She runs her fingers through his hair.

“You did good, Mulder. You’re right. It was the right thing to do.”

“Are you happy, Scully? Are you, really?”

The question is so sudden it takes her by surprise. She had just told him he makes her happy. Maybe he doesn’t believe it for some reason.

“Yes, I am. You make me happy.”

He’s quiet, considering her response. He hadn’t asked if he was the one making her happy but she’d told him all the same.

“I think I’m happier right now than I’ve ever been in my entire life,” he finally says. She smiles and just holds him, her silence her agreement.

“I thought of my third wish,” he says after a minute.

She laughs. “I think the game is over, Mulder.”

“No it isn’t. I get three wishes, don’t I?” He pushes up onto his elbows and looks at her again.

“Okay. What’s your third wish?”

He leans down and gives her a long kiss, and she can feel his smile curving upward, evidence of his happiness. Then he looks directly at her.

“I wish for butter on the popcorn.”

Fucker.

Thanks for reading! Here is a link to the entire work, which covers S7- the revival: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15810795/chapters/36802266

[fangorling]

Peaches

I’m thinking of doing a multi part Bucky Barnes fanfic. I write constantly in a journal and think it would be fun to share. Here’s part one of that, let me know what you think. I apologize for how long it is and I know there’s hidden typos I’ve missed and need to go back to fix, I was just excited to share.

also, there's a reason his arm isn't mentioned and I’ll get to that later. Thanks for reading!

Word count:4217

Part One  

I watched as steam rose above the pie that had just been cut and placed before me. You couldn’t find any fresh pie anywhere in this tiny town outside of New York and none as good as Miss Genie made.

           It had become habit to stop at the sister’s diner every Friday for some peach pie. I liked my routines and never really strayed away from them.

           “You know we offer ice cream with that, right?” Olivia smiled down at me placing a hand on her hip and arching an extremely well-manicured eye brow.

           “I know you do, but that’s a whole seventy-five cents extra.” I remarked back to her while unraveling my silverware from the napkin they had been neatly wrapped in,

           “Sugar, with how often you come in here your ice cream is on the house. You’re one of the customers we can depend on to help keep us in business. Every Friday at six.” Liv’s little drawl came out much more prominent as she spoke. She was a petite woman, no older than thirty-five with the most radiant coffee colored skin and had a smile that made the sun look dull. She had a beautiful ability of making every customer feel like family and she had a personality sweeter than honey.

           “Should I be happy or offended by that statement?” I raised my brows up at her while crossing my arms in front of my chest, leaning back into the seat of the booth I had become quite familiar with over the time of my visits. I smirked at her so she knew I would never actually be offended by her teasing.

           “She rolled her eyes before letting out a light chuckle, “Not at all. I look forward to my Friday shifts since I get to see you,” She gave me a little wink before getting a serious expression on her face, “I do find it odd that a young and beautiful woman such as yourself always has her Friday nights free.” She gave me a little smile before grabbing her tray she had set down on the table upon her arrival and walked towards the kitchen calling out over her shoulder, “I’ll bring you that scoop of ice cream!”

 I let out a quiet giggle while bringing my first bite to my mouth. She did have a point. Not that I should be social or busy, but that I was becoming predictable and unexciting.

           Olivia came out of the swinging doors that separated the main floor to the kitchen with a small clear bowl as the front doors chimed announcing the arrival of a new customer.

           “Sit anywhere you want baby, I’ll be right with you.” Olivia smiled towards the door as she approached my table. “A very handsome young man just walked through that door and if I wasn’t a married woman, honey I’d be all over that.” She set down my ice cream that was hidden beneath a mountain of whipped cream.

           “Your point being?” I asked as I scooped up a heaping dollop of the new dessert looking up at her.

           “My point is,” She emphasized the is and gave me a glare before continuing, “You’re both young, good looking individuals that are here alone on a Friday night.”

           “You don’t know that he’s alone, someone could be joining him and they’re just late.” I remarked. Hoping that she would drop the whole match making thing married people tend to try to do.

           “Will anyone be joining you tonight, Sir?” Olivia shouted across the diner, none of the other customers batted an eye at her raised volume.

           “It’ll just be me.” I heard a deep, masculine voice murmur from where Olivia shouted to.    

           I wouldn’t admit it, especially to Liv, but the dude had a nice voice.

           “No one is joining him,” Olivia whispered at me as she spun around. “I’ll make sure to just grab you a single menu than.” Olivia grabbed the menu that had been left on my table to bring to this stranger she was swooning over.

           I decided to start reading one of the many books I had downloaded to my phone as I ate, bouncing between my pie and my ice cream.

           It had only been a few moments between grabbing my phone and someone settling across from me. I looked up mid bite to find the embodiment of tall, dark and handsome sitting across from me in my booth. If my mouth hadn’t already been open due to my current face stuffing, I think my jaw would have hit the floor due to this man’s good looks. He had dark scruff on his face and longer hair pulled away from his face. Normally I was into the clean cut look but there was something about him that drew me in.

           He must have misinterpreted my ogling for confusion because he gave me an awkward chuckle before stating, “The waitress told me if I wanted a good view and some good company while I ate to come join you at this table.” He glanced down at the table and resituated himself in his seat before meeting my eyes again, my heart fluttered in my chest at how blue they were.

           “I’m Bucky by the way.” He stretched his hand across the table for me to shake.

           Quickly evacuating my trance, I dropped my spoon on my plate, causing a loud clatter, before shaking his hand and giving him my name. I should have guessed the only reason some attractive stranger would give me the time of day would have to do with Olivia. “You don’t have to sit with me if you don’t want to. I know how Liv can be.” I gave him a small smile with a slight eye roll before grabbing my spoon and proceeding to eat.

           “I actually kind of hate eating alone, so if it’s alright with you I’d really like to join you.” He gave me a look that resembled one of the abandoned puppies someone left at my work just that morning.

           I gave him a small smile, “I-” But I was cut off by Olivia setting down a drink in front of Bucky.

           “Here’s that Coke and your burger should be out shortly.” She gave him her signature dazzling smiles before glancing at me, “I can’t stand you eating alone all the time baby doll, I think you both will make great company for each other. Plus, a girl as amazing and smart as you shouldn’t spend so much time alone.”

I could feel myself start to blush, “Thanks Liv…” I tried bringing my hands up to subtly cover my face to hide my embarrassment and horror from the attractive man across from me that now knew I was antisocial and a cast out.

“Of course, honey bun. Some social interaction is good for you, especially with this tall drink of water across from you.” Why was she still here AND talking? I’m not going to be able to look this guy in the eyes after this.

As I was about to ask Liv for a coffee refill to get her to leave so she’d stop making me feel more awkward than I already felt regularly, I was stopped by a deep chuckle from across the table.

I looked across at Bucky as he brought the drink to his lips to steal a sip.

Olivia turned towards him with both hands on her hips, “What is so funny about what I just said?” Her voice the epitome of sass.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. If I’m a glass of anything it’s sewage water, especially when sat across a woman who is the vision of beauty.” Both mine and Olivia’s jaws dropped at Bucky’s statement. The dude was clearly delusional if he could see how classically handsome he was and to call me a vision of beauty, especially today of all days. I hadn’t even brushed my hair this morning in my mad rush for gods’ sakes. I woke up late, which resulted in in no makeup hair in a mess of a bun and not the cute chic kind, just a straight up mess. All wrapped up in some old worn out jeans and a hoodie we had tried selling for profit for the program a few years back. I looked like a hobo, comfy, but a hobo non the less. None of these things added up to anything close to beauty in my books.

“Are you mentally sound?” I asked as I looked across at him with both eye browns raised. “Because all of what you just said makes me question your sanity.”

Olivia gave out a slight chuckle, “Baby girl, you’re only half right about that. I’ll go check on that burger. Please keep complimenting her for me. She gets uncomfortable since she doesn’t know how to respond.” Olivia gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze before turning to head to the kitchen.

“So, you’re a pie fan?” Bucky asked gesturing to my desserts.

“Kind of, usually only from my mom’s kitchen, unless it’s pumpkin, but the pies here are to die for.” I glanced from my pie and ice cream before looking up to his face.

“you’d die for that pie and you’re concerned I’m not mentally sound?” He gave me confused look as he grabbed his drink to take a sip from.

“You only say that because you haven’t tried it.” I said as I took my final bite.

“I guess I’ll never know now.” He said chuckling and pointed at my now finished plate.

“No, now you’ll have to order your own. Which is me just being a good friend of the diner and helping them up their daily sales.” I gave him a smug look as I scooped up some of my partially melted ice cream.

He laughed quietly to himself while shaking his head at me.

“Here’s that burger for you. Can I grab either of you anything? Oliva asked folding her arms across her chest.

“More coffee if you don’t mind. And thank you for the ice cream, it really hit the spot with that pie.” I gave her a smile of appreciation before looking towards Bucky.

“Speaking of pie, could you set a slice aside for me? I’d like it for after I finish this. I’ve heard it’s to die for.” He looked from Liv to give me a wink. “Someone wouldn’t share because they said it would help you with the diner’s sales.”

Olivia let out a billowing laugh, “I have a feeling it wasn’t for the greater good of this place and everything to do with the fact that this person is just selfish.” Olivia shook her head and looked down at me. “You really didn’t share?”

“You’re surprised? You know how I am with my food, Plus I was eating my last bite when we were even talking about the pie.” I looked over at Bucky and shook my head at his dramatics.

“Well than that changes things, if someone shares their last bite of their food with you than it’s true love.” I felt my cheeks get warm at the mention of love. “I’ll go set that pie aside for you baby.” Liv stated before walking back to the kitchen. My eyes followed her before going back to look at Bucky as he squeezed some ketchup onto his plate.

“You from around here?” I decided to ask him to try and start a conversation.

He paused just before taking a bite from his burger, “I live in the heart of the city, so just an hour north of here if you get lucky with traffic. I have meetings here once a week.” He looked into my eyes before taking the worlds largest bite out of his burger.

“You in AA or something? I’m sure they have groups closer to your home so you don’t have to commute.” After I said it, I realized I should have probably kept my mouth shut. It was none of my business what the meets were or where he should be going. I must have hit a nerve because Bucky looked deep in thought and shifted in his seat slightly. “Sorry, you can disregaurd all of that. It’s none of my business. I clearly suck at basic human interaction. I work with animals, which are easier to understand and interact with compared to people. I forget how different we are as people.” That statement brought a smile back to his face and I could see him visibly relax.

He met my eyes before speaking, “It’s not AA. The best PTSD therapist lives down the road.” He started eating again and I didn’t want to try to get more information out of him. I already felt like I had gotten more than I deserved. “I’m getting back into the whole people thing too, I’m pretty rusty. I used to be able to sweep any dame off her feet but now it takes a pep talk from the friend to get me to just sit with them.” He shook his head and let out a half hearted chuckle before taking a smaller bite.

I didn’t like the sadness that was displayed on his face as he stared down at his food as if he was ashamed.

“Did you just use the term dame?” I let out a small giggle as he looked up at me confused.

Olivia came out with her coffee pot and set it on the table, giving me a subtle wink before leaving to greet some of the new customers that had walked in.

“I’ve only heard my grandpop use that when referring to my grams.” I explained.

He had a shy smile while he dipped some fries into his ketchup, “I’m older than I look.” His eyes met mine and I could see the hints of sadness and hidden haunting that was there that he tried hiding.

“So animals huh?” He asked as I grabbed the coffee pot to refill my cup. I could tell he was desperate for a subject change that wasn’t about him.

“Yeah, started out volunteering at our humane society early on in high school, for a club activity. That somehow turned later on into a full time job as the social media and event coordinator.” I smiled just thinking about what I was lucky enough to do and met Bucky’s eyes and started mixing sugar into my coffee. “I run the website, take pictures and add little bios.” I gave out a small chuckle before continueing, “Kind of like an online dating profile.” I brought my coffee up to my lips blowing slightly to try and cool it off before taking a sip.

“I wouldn’t know anything about online stuff. I’m not good with technology.” He stuffed the final bite of his burger in his mouth before bringing his napkin to his lips to wipe off any crumbs.

“Probably a smart move. It’s a massive distraction and besides mobile book apps and tumblr you aren’t missing too much. But the bio is basically just a small paragraph describing the animals in the most honest and positive light so they can have a better chance of getting adopted.” He nodded his head in understanding as he took a sip of his coke. “It gives me an excuse to spend lots of time with all the critters so I can get to know them and more accurately describe them.” I smiled down at my cup and started fiddling with the edges.

“You seem pretty passionate about it.” He said as he moved his now empty plate to the side. “How many animals have you adopted since working there?” He smiled at me as he crossed his arms across his chest, which put his bicepts on full display.

I gave him a sad smile before looking back into my coffee, “17 and counting.” I brought my mug up to my lips to steal a sip to distract the closing I could feel in my throat that came with bottled up emotion.

“Usually people are happy when they talk about their pets. You don’t seem happy, you seem sad. Why?” Most people weren’t so blunt when I reacted the way I did when asked about my adoption stories.

“I like to adopt what we call the ‘un-adoptable’. The old pets that people don’t want to get attached to, only to have them pass away after maybe a year or two. Or deal with the medical bills that comes with older pet or the pets with massive medical needs. I like to give them a good final home. The longest I’ve had one of them is 3 years before they take their trip to the rainbow bridge.” I felt my throat constrict and the burning in my eyes that came with holding in tears. I started studying the chipped nail polish on my nails to distract myself.

Bucky studied me with an unreadable expression, “Why do you do that if it makes you sad and feel pain?”

“Just because their old or sick doesn’t mean they don’t deserve a home and love that gives them a happy ending.” I met his eyes and could see a thoughtful expression on his face. “I know I can give them a happy home and they’ve been through enough already so they deserve the best final years. It’s a good kind of heartache and pain, I promise.” I moved my graze from my coffee back up to Bucky, he gave me a look of pure confusion.

“Here’s that pie for you.” The sound of Olivia’s voice made me jump, popping the bubble I hadn’t realized Bucky and I had created. “Can I grab you anything while I’m over here?” Bucky switches his gaze from me over to Liv.

“Thanks, I think I’m all good for now.” He gave her a slight upturn of the corner of his mouth before bringing his attention back to me.

I hadn’t realized I’d been so focused on Bucky until I heard Oliva clear her throat to break me out of my trance.

I met her gaze to see humor clearly displayed, “I’m all good I just need to pay you when ever you’re ready.” I gave her an embarrassed smile.

“Add hers to my bill, please.” Bucky’s voice pulled my attention away from Liv.

“No Bucky.” I looked over at him before looking back at Olivia, “Don’t do that. You don’t want to upset your favorite customer.” I batted my eyelashes at her with the cheesiest smile I could muster.

“I never said you were my favorite, I said you’re dependable and I look forward to seeing you.” She studied my face before giving me an apologetic shrug. “My husband has the honor of being my favorite customer. Sorry hun,” She gave my shoulder a small squeeze before bringing her attention back to Bucky, “I’ll add that pie and coffee to your bill.” She gave him a wink before walking away.

“Bucky, you didn’t need to do that.” I said sternly with a look of discontent.

“I wanted to, you were good company. Besides you never actually okayed me joining you, so it’s the least I could do after intruding.” He gave me a full smile before taking a bite of pie.

He closed his eyes, letting out a groan of appreciation. “This is better than my Ma’s.” He looked up at me with a look of pure shock.

I let out a heartfelt laugh, “I told you it’s to die for.” I crossed my arms atop the table in front of me.

Bucky took another heaping bite and closed his eyes, “I’m never doubting you again, Doll.”

I could feel my cheeks heating up at the term of endearment and couldn’t help the smile that reached my lips.

Olivia came back to our table holding the little black folder that contained the check, staring me down as she approached.

“I’m handing this to you and giving you a warning that you keep it out of her reach. She’s stubborn and sneaky and will grab that thing faster than you can blink and she’ll have that bill paid before you know it.” She gave Bucky a look of caution as she set the check in his awaiting hand.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes, letting out a mix between a laugh and a scoff. “You make me sound way more ninja than I actually am, Liv.” I watched as Bucky pulled out some cash and set it back inside the folder, softly telling Olivia she could keep the change.

“Thank you baby I really appreciate that.” She gave Bucky a small, but genuine smile before bringing her attention to me, “Usually you make sloths look like Olympic athletes, but when someone tries to help you, you turn into the Tasmanian devil.” She let out a laugh and shook her head. “Thanks for coming in tonight, it was a pleasure serving you.” She smiled down at Bucky while taking a step away from the table. “Well sugar plum,” She brought her focus back on me, “Same time next Friday?”

She knew the answer to that question. She had stopped asking me that after two months of me showing up the same day and same time. Which meant she was trying to hint that to Bucky so if he wanted to find me, he could.

I chuckled and shook my head, “Like clockwork, Liv.” Giving her a look that said I knew what she was trying to do.

“I’ll see you next Friday at six than.” She gave me a bright smile before looking back over to Bucky. “I better be seeing more of you around here, handsome.” Olivia pointed a finger at him like a mother disciplining her child.

“Don’t you worry. If you still have this fine dame coming in and this pie to serve, I’ll be back.” He turned from Olivia to give me a warm smile.

“That’s what I like to hear. Have a good night you two.” She gave a smile and wave before turning to go and help her other customers.

“Would offer to share but I don’t even remember finishing.” Bucky looked down at his empty plate with complete confusion.

I let a belly laugh out causing Bucky to look up at me, his expression changing from heartbreak to humor.

“That’s a common thing with their pies. I still do that all the time and I’ve been coming her for about a year.” I smiled over at him before grabbing my bag and checking to make sure I had everything.

I looked back up at Bucky, “Thank you for paying, you really didn’t have to,” Bucky went to cut me off but I held my hand up to stop him. “But, I appreciate it. You’re a real gentleman. Those are rare now a days.” I could see the hint of pink color his cheeks at my comment.

“It was my pleasure. I’m really happy I met you.” We both stood up from the booth a started making our way towards the door.

I called out a final goodbye to Olivia before walking out the door Bucky held open for me. I looked up at him and gave a quiet thanks as I walked through.

Bucky walked me to my car that now had a black Harley parked next to it. I hit my keys, causing the soft click of the locks lifting. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck before looking back at me, “So I guess I’ll see ya around, doll.” His bright blue eyes met mine.

I gave him a nod and smile before going with my gut and step out of my comfort zone by asking, “Could I maybe have your number? That way we could stay in touch.”

A guilty look washed over his face, “I would love to doll,” His tone and expression warned me about the rejection I was about to receive. “But I don’t have a phone.”

I closed my eyes and looked down, hoping it would hide the hurt and humiliation I was feeling. Clearly, I had misread this whole interaction. I thought maybe we had had some kind of chemistry happening. I know he said something earlier about not liking technology, but who didn’t have a phone in todays society? If you’re going to come up with an excuse to not have to deal with me, at least come up with something a little believable.

I opened my driver side door and chucked my bag onto the passenger seat. Letting out a sarcastic laugh, “Right, okay.” I said shaking my head while still looking down at the ground.

“No really I-” Bucky tried to start, but I quickly cut him off stopping him from needing to lie further.

“Bucky, it’s fine. I get it.” I quickly got into my car and started it as fast as I could so I could get out of this moment and escape my embarrassment. I had to fight my eyes from checking the rear-view mirror to get a final glance of the really cute stranger that was nice enough to pay for my Friday night treat for probably the last time.

[tanmoonlight]

completion| myg

| hybrid au | college au |

pairings: min yoongi/reader, future bts/reader (platonic)

In which you're looking for a roommate and find more than what you originally bargained for.

part one 》part two 》part three

Warnings: mild awkwardness, mentions anxiety, more innuendos, mentions hybrid discrimination

A/N: I have finally updated, hopefully this isn't too much of a hot mess. Also, Jintro is here,, Epiphany has arrived and perhaps I cried.

-

The move had gone well, if one ignored the mildly awkward air that settled between the two housemates. Yoongi had been wondering when the discomfort would set in between the two hybrids, and it seems it didn't take very long for them to fumble in uncomfortably dragged out periods of silence. Neither of them tried too hard to talk to each other, and from what he could tell, (Y/N) was more anxious than intentionally rude. Her pretty, surprisingly well manicured hands shook while handing him a drink and her body radiated a sort of stiffness that resembled that of a bristling cat.

Not that it was too far from the truth.

He could also smell her anxiety, the bitterness stinging his nose, reminding him of his previous visit where he'd also detected her unease. The smell was not as overpowering as one would expect, perhaps because it wasn't overwhelming her, but it did peak out from behind the natural sweetness she exuded. Even with the stiffness, she was still quite pretty and he found himself admiring her a little more closely out of curiosity. She was dressed quite comfortably, in jeans cuffed a few times at the ankles and a baggy pale blue sweatshirt. She was quite tall, he realised, standing at almost his own height.

She must've felf the heat of his eyes on her back because she noticeably stiffened but did not look back. He did not know if it was to save herself or himself from further awkwardness.

The next few hours were filled with tense glances and muffled apologies on (Y/N)'s behalf every time she bumped into him. She helped him move his things in and allowed him time to set his stuff up. The last thing they did was establish boundaries for each other as roommates. That had proven to be quite easy, as she was quite lenient as long as no property was damaged.

"I don't mind visitors, not that I have very many over, aside from Anaya," He remembered her saying, tilting her head slightly, "So you're welcome to bring friends over, Min Yoongi."

That would not be happening soon - at all, he thought to himself. He did not want to expose her to the sextet of lovely but agonisingly loud men he called friends, lest he wanted to startle her.

Once all was seemingly fixed, (Y/N) excused herself to run some errands, leaving Yoongi on his own with a newly added key to his Kumamon keychain. He allowed himself to slump over on the couch, laying in silence, no screeching of chairs and baby rattles, no obnoxiously loud bulldozer footsteps from above or cacophonies of warbled moans. A tiny smothered screech of relief left him, along with strings of thankful words, startling the fat cat seated on a large black beanbag.

The only response he got was an insulted mrrow from said fat cat, who quickly resettled himself and went back to sleep.

-

A few weeks had passed since Min Yoongi had moved in and it was going far better than (Y/N) expected. He was tidy enough; although she did occasionally catch a glimpse of scattered clothes on his floor and a few empty boxes he had yet to get rid of, but she kept her nose out of that, he wasn't disruptive at all and Poe seemed to tolerate him, at bare minimum. They didn't see too much of each other, which might be for the best, she mused, as they were both unbelievably busy. (Y/N) spent most of her time managing her studies as a sophomore, her job at a clinic, the weekly volunteer work at a hybrid shelter all while attempting to keep herself sane. She'd been lucky to have a few days off when she'd met Yoongi, but that was long over and she was back on relying on the carefully masked neuroticism caused by her awful sleeping schedule to keep her running, as well as the chewy breakfast bars and cold coffee that ran through her veins.

Yoongi was not much different than she was, he'd find himself spending hours working on unfinished songs to upload to his SoundCloud and finishing hastily written essays for a music theory class as well as making sure his senior project was as proper as possible. On top of school, he juggled a paid internship at a small entertainment company, working on projects that were not quite to his liking. The artists he was tasked had a tendency of being snobs, despite being newbies, and lacked any kind of vision and passion. He could not count the amount of times he'd wanted to slam his head through his keyboard, praying for a concussion to avoid listening to that disaster. In short, the nights he could have spent sleeping were spent perfecting his music and others, as well.

A good portion of their interactions were centered around extremes. They'd find themselves both emerging from their respective caves to refill on coffee and maybe, nibble on a cookie. Conversations, while not necessary, became common.

"Why are you still up Min Yoongi?" She questioned, bleary eyes peering from behind thick lenses. Her ears were noticeable droopy, indicating her exhaustion.

"Why are you still up?" He responded, opening the fridge to grab a bottle or two of cold coffee. She looked far more tired than he did.

She hummed in response, sipping on her own scalding beverage, "What're you working on now?" She pushed forward a plate of Mexican sweet bread, encouraging him to sit down.

He noticed she had a tendency of doing that, gently coaxing him into taking breaks longer than the three minutes it took for ramen to cook.

He sat across from her, opening a bottle of his coffee and taking a long sip before answering, "I'm trying to finish a track for one of the idols I'm working with," He paused, leaning over to grab a piece of sugary bread, "I could have been finished a few days ago but he insisted that it wasn't good enough for him." His words became grumbled towards the end of his sentence, eyebrows scrunched up gently and lips forming a small pout. His ears twitched in tandom with his tail as he nibbled on the bread.

Their late night coffee runs were quickly becoming something (Y/N) looked forward to, despite the dragging of her eyelids and the slumping of her body. For one, late night coffee was heavenly, even if it resulted in her crashing after an hour or two of shakiness. Second, it allowed her an opportunity to truly get to know the enigma that was Min Yoongi without the anxiety that swallowed her up during full consciousness. While she often expected him to ignore her questions, he never did. He would answer after some deliberation, his deep voice coming slightly fragmented from the frequent pausing he did in his speech. She found that he was quite warm, especially when he spoke about his friends and music. His eyes would soften from steel to oozing dark chocolate. When he got particularly passionate, he'd begin to enunciate his words with appropriately vivid hand movements while she listened.

In all, Min Yoongi was not as intimidating as she had expected. If anything, he was quite cute when he pouted.

"Is this the same guy from last time?"

"Yes, it is. With the amount of time he spends insulting my work, you'd think he'd piss off by now."

"What is his name? We don't want problematic favs in this household."

". . . I'd rather not disgrace your virgin ears."

"I heard you cussing someone out over the phone because they woke you up."

"Don't poke the sleeping bear, its the law of the jungle." He tsked, reaching for more bread, tail flickering gently in direct contradiction to his words.

"I can't believe you're hiding this man's identity, now I have to go through your company's website. BigHit was it?" She sighed wistfully, pulling out her phone.

"If you go blind, that's on you."

"I can't get any blinder than I currently am! If anything, he'd be doing me a favor. I wouldn't have to pay to see." She momentarily poked at her thick lenses.

"Capitalism at its worst. You'd rather be blind than pay to see."

"Prescription glasses are surprisingly expensive okay? Not that you'd know, with your fake ass five dollar hipster glasses."

"This is what the government wants, to pit the middle class against each other over monetary value."

"Are you sure you're not a liberal arts major? Also, stop distracting me, I'm really trying to find this dude. . ."

After a moment of contemplation, Yoongi gave a faux defeated sigh, "Since you want to know so bad, I'll tell you. But I'm not responsible for the loss of brain cells you may experience."

"I can't lose what I don't have anymore."

"Well, I lost five years off my lifespan just thinking about it."

"Min Yoongi, its just a name."

"Alright. His stage name is G-Spot Genie." He dropped the monstrosity with little to no regret, sipping his coffee.

(Y/N) said nothing for a moment, giving him enough time to correct himself, "Please say sike. Please."

Yoongi shrugged, perfectly encapsulating the nonchalance of a big cat.

"I. . . take it back, it is possible to lose what you don't have. Because he must've lost his damn mind."

He smirked, "So, what are your woes? Given that you look like you're about to pass out."

He wasn't wrong, but then again when didn't she look stressed. It seemed as though she was permanently set on overdrive, constantly bustling about either typing away on her dinky laptop or taking notes and reading ahead for her classes.

"I have a group project." She pushed out, her head falling to rest on her palm, "Just my luck I'm stuck with people who specialise in procrastination. Can they not do that on their own time? Also, you'd think people would know by now how to answer an e-mail, but apparently they don't know how to do that either!"

"What class is this for? Is the deadline soon?"

"The group project is for my hybrid studies class. We have a few more weeks to get it done but two weeks have already gone by and they've yet to actually plan with me. Plus! They keep shooting down my ideas and this one girl keeps stomping all over my last nerve." At this point her tail began to flicker quite violently in agitation and her eyes regained some semblance of frustrated awareness.

"What'd she do to make the kitty cat hiss?" The words left his mouth quite quickly, dry but playful and a part of his died internally. Much to his luck, she didn't catch it.

"For one, she was all over the guy in our group and I mean, all over. I was surprised she didn't pull his pants down right then and there, and I mean, her promiscuity is not the issue, ya know?" She was talking a bit fast, nearly rambling, "It's just kind of rude to act as if I don't exist, I'm also not into exhibitionism. When she isn't ignoring me, she's glaring at me and attempting to insult my intelligence. Like, I breathed??"

Yoongi, while not finding amusement in her frustration, did come to find her ranting kind of cute. It was endearing to see her lips form a pout while her face morphed into something other than indifference.

"Sometimes breathing is the biggest insult. She probably feels threatened or something, is she a hybrid?" Hybrids were known to be quite territorial.

"No, she's human, well they're both human." At that Yoongi exchange a brief look with (Y/N), words were not necessary to express that particular point. As much as hybrids have been engrained into society, the response was not always positive. Humans could still legally own a hybrid, further pushing the notion that they were inferior to humanity. Hybrid trafficking ran rampant and hate crimes were fairly common as well. In all, not everyone saw them as people.

"Well, (Y/N), you still have some time left so you should actually get some sleep before you pass out. Don't be stupid, you can finish working on it tomorrow and then tell your professor that they didn't do shit." He shrugged, voice coming out as a soft rumble. While his voice offered a suggestion, his eyes gave a command.

She sat up a little straighter once she caught the look in his eyes, they were sharper than before. A small shudder ran through her, "You're right, I'll do that. Now, please stop looking at me like that, you look constipated." She pushed aside the instinctive need to obey and focused on subduing the animal in her.

His nose scrunched up a bit as he sighed, taking one last sip of his coffee, watching as she finished up and set the cup in the sink. After a brief exchange of goodnight Min Yoongi, don't stay up too late! & goodnight (Y/N), he watched as she padded away with all the elegance of a feline. Once her door shut, he turned back around in his seat and mentally prepared himself to go back and stay up a few more hours.

Thank whatever deity was above that he didn't have class tomorrow, he could sleep in all he wanted.

[ruffoverthinksthings]

Can you do JayxJordan for the ship meme?

1.Whois the most affectionate?:

Jay.Jordan is reluctant to show affection most days due to having beenburned by failed relationships and “falling in love with people toofast;” being new to physical affection and how great it feels togenuinely love someone and be loved back, Jay has no problem“binging” on hugs, kisses, and hand-holding.

2.Bigspoon/Little spoon?:

Jayis big spoon, Jordan is little spoon, always. “He’s got muscles,he uses them.”

3.Mostcommon argument?:

Playfullyspeaking, it’s whether or not Jordan can use her minor, non-wishmagic to solve a small inconvenience for Jay, like a loose thread.

Seriouslyspeaking, there’s Jay’s antics as he grows up, because it takeshim a while to get out of his “reckless teenager with nothing tolose” phase, and Jordan is getting spotlight with the scandals allthe while, getting the bad sort of attention to her channel.

“Idon’t know what you’ve been told, but here, bad news is stillbad news.”

4.Favoritenon-sexual activity?:

Workingout together.

Jaygets a spotter who can easily handle whatever weight he’sattempting, and someone who can easily match him or up the pace forhis training regime without need for complex machines, Jordan gets toenjoy seeing her man sweat and show off those muscles of his, and heher in form-fitting yoga pants.

Really,no one loses!

5.Whois most likely to carry the other?:

Jaywith Jordan.

WhileJordan is more than capable of carrying Jay by virtue of Faestrength, “there is no way I’m hauling your unconscious, drunk,and/or lazy ass down the street, to bed, or across the room, unlessyou’ve broken one or both your legs, or are bleeding out—and asfar as I can see, you’re neither.”

6.Whatis their favorite feature of their partner’s?:

Jay’shands for Jordan. “It’s all the care and attention of Royal, withthe strength and texture of a Greenback, with all the tricks andspeed of a VK—what’s not to love?”

WithJordan, it’s her eyes, no contest. “Prettier, shinier, and deeperthan any jewels I could steal in the whole wide world.”

7.What’sthe first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings forthe other?:

Jaygets even more flirtatious than usual with Jordan, being morespecific and direct about his compliments and suggestions to her,along with making concrete suggestions for dates and hanging out,rather than vague promises.

Jordan,meanwhile, gets evasive and paranoid with him, as oh goodness, it’shappening all over again, will Jay just dump her eventually like allthe VKs do with their relationships, or will it just be for thewishes, or will it be a happily ever after?

Doesshe even want to find out…?

8.Nicknames?& if so, how did they originate?:

ForJay, there’s “JJ” as Jordan’s personal nickname for him, tobe different from the rest; “Red Robin,” a pun, and a referenceto one of the future teams he signs up for, the Avalor Jaquins;“Sly Guy,” used insultingly, when Jordan has figured out whatmischief he’s gotten up to this time; or “Jasim” if shewants to use his real name.

ForJordan, there’s “Jean,” a play on “Djinn,” “Mistress”whenever she’s ordering his lazy ass around to go and do somethinghe’d rather not, “(My Most Beloved) Treasure” when he’s beingparticularly affectionate or alternatively, he KNOWS he has fuckedup—using it like that issupposed to keep Jordan onher toes, but she knows.

Shealways does.

9.Whoworries the most?:

Jordan.

Jayhas a very laissez-faire view of the world because of how out ofcontrol of anything he’s been all his life, but Jordan has both thecapability of understanding all the many forces at work that makelife as it is, and the infinite energy stores and lack of mortallimitations that let her worry basically whenever, wherever, forever,if she wanted to.

10.Whoremembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?:

Jordan,thanks to her infallible Fae memory. Jay makes it a point to try andremember or guess what Jordan would order as a matter of pride,though.

11.Whotops?:

Jay.“Just keep in mind that who I am in the bedroom isn’t who I amelsewhere, alright?”

“Butwhat about when we do it in an empty supply closet somewhere?”

“JAY,I SWEAR…!”

12.Whoinitiates kisses?:

Jay.

Again,more affectionate, he comes from a very “love-starved”background, and Jordan takes a LONG while to get used to the factthat someone CAN in fact love her for her, the wishes are WAY loweron the perks list.

13.Whoreaches for the other’s hand first?:

Jay.Is it really a surprise at this point?

14.Whokisses the hardest?:

Jay.Man’s a demon, a devil, a doll, and the both of them know it.It also helped that he has had a lot of experience making good,delirious kisses to rob people discretely.

15.Whowakes up first?:

Jordandoesn’t really sleep, but when they do, it’s always Jay. “Gottaget picking when the picking’s good.”

16.Whowants to stay in bed just a little longer?:

Jordan.“Jay, this is not the Isle, you can probably get that shiton A-bay, or wait and grab it before they recycle or throw-away allthe excess stock!”

“ButI wouldn’t have it NOW!”

17.Whosays I love you first?:

Jay.

Hesays it casually and early as a manipulation tactic, as part of hisvery Spanish inspired “hot and fast” methodology, but changes hismind when Jordan has an incredibly negative, distressed reaction toit.

18.Wholeaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does itusually say?):

AsJordan doesn’t really need to eat, Jay usually gets coffeeand other snacks for her from time to time. She has no use forcaffeine nor sugar because of her unique, magical physiology, but shecan derive pleasure from eating, and she likes the notes Jayscribbles on the back of receipts or containers.

“It’slegally bought with my own money, I promise.” - J

19.Whotells their family/friends about their relationship first?:

Seeingas it’s much more convenient, Jordan does, with the caveat thatit’s with Jasmine and over Skype, because she is still one heavilyactive and involved Royal Consort. (Aladdin is no slouch himself, butlet’s face it: the man wasn’t made for sitting in for long,expansive meetings, nor ferocious verbal debate where you can’t infact challenge your opponent to a duel with swords and slander.)

20.Whatdo their family/friends think of their relationship?:

Jasmineand Aladdin raise eyebrows—they’re well aware of Jordan’s lessthan ideal experiences with romance, and even though they do trustJay as their honorary son, they’re well aware that monogamous,loyal “street urchins” like Aladdin were the exception ratherthan the rule.

Genieand Eden are highly supportive of Jay and keep teasing them aboutwhen they’re going to be able to call him “son” for real,something Jordan does not appreciate, as they had done thisbefore with relationships that didn’t work out, and Jay is thefirst real boyfriend she’s had in a LONG while.

Azizsays, “Jay, I respect you as a teammate [later on, “as a man”],and I will support you and help you be the best boyfriend you can beto Jordan. But I swear to Goodness, if you break her heart, I willfucking end you.

“… Also,for the love of all that is Good and Holy, try not to fuck while I’mat risk of discovering you two, please...?”

TheVKs are very nonplussed about it. “So what, Jay’s had dozensof girlfriends, that it’s Jordan just adds a new square to thebingo card.”

TheAKs are much more concerned, especially Ben as they’re all raisedwith the idea of monogamy and long-term relationships as thestandard, with casual, short-term relationships as the outlier, andare aware of how ugly break-ups with Jordan can be.

21.Whois more likely to start dancing with the other?:

Jordan,because she dances with everyone, and “there’s something in myessence that makes me want to show everyone these hips don’t liewhen the music really gets going.” It doesn’t really get overtlyaffectionate until she starts getting MUCH more comfortable beingaround Jay, and gets over her paranoia.

Afterthat, you start to wonder why Jay’s pants never catch fire from allthat friction. (They’re proofed and insulated, after the firstincident with a leather pair Jay is never wearing again.)

22.Whocooks more/who is better at cooking?:

Jordan,by virtue of having a cooking instruction series to her channelwhenever she’s feeling bored; cooking is one of those creative,endlessly novel, and time-consuming hobbies that are a great way topass the time when you’ve got all of eternity to spend, and yourperception of it is at a constant speed.

23.Whocomes up with cheesy pick up lines?:

Jay.“Someone call the museums and the art galleries, we’ve got apriceless treasure just out here in the open...”

24.Whowhispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear duringinappropriate times?:

Jay.

Jordandoes this for the people she has “Dangerous Liaisons” games withsuch as her other full-Fae friends and other immortal Fae (“age ofconsent” doesn’t really MEAN anything when you live forever, andare fully matured mentally at time of creation), but with mortals,she’s learned to tone down the sexiness and the seduction by a goodbit, as it’s more temporary and fleeting than they might think itwill be.

Aftershe accepts Jay will be her “Ever After,” the tables turn, andyou better BELIEVE that Jay has mastered the art of casually,discretely hiding inappropriate erections from said inappropriatethings whispered in his ear during inappropriate times.

25.Whoneeds more assurance?:

Jordan.

She’sgot serious self-esteem issues from all the time she’s been burned,along with the capacity to process paranoid thoughts faster than thespeed of light; meanwhile, Jay has long learned how to stop worrying,but Jordan is still at that phase where she hasn’t lost anyone dueto old age, or seen civilization completely change around her, so shedoesn’t really understand how little all of this means in the grandscheme of things.

26.Whatwould be their theme song?:

“Nobody’sBetter” by Z (feat. Fetty Wap)

Jordan’shad more than her fair share of guys who have been incredibly simpleand upfront about their feelings like Jay, but she finds she can’treally trust him as a mix of her own personal issues, and the factthat Jay’s being serious with Jordan does not preclude him “windowshopping” and playfully flirting with others.

27.Whowould sing to their child back to sleep?:

Jordan.She has the better singing voice, and Jay keeps filling them up withballads of his daring adventures.

“ButI cut out all the bad parts!”

“You’restill teaching our damn kids that it’s GOOD to be a thief stealingfor personal profit!”

28.Whatdo they do when they’re away from each other?:

Jordanworks on her videos, as usual, but she also spends a lot more timereflecting and thinking over things with how incredibly SIMPLE and tothe point Jay is. It’s the classic Philosophical issue of “Maybethat’s all that there is,” and unlike my blog’s point, it’sbest not to overthink it and just accept that the simple solutionreally is all there is to it.

29.oneheadcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart:

WhenJay proposes, it’s not a happy moment for Jordan—up untilthat point, it’s just been them dating exclusively, having anofficial status, and defenses on social media, but there’s neverreally been anything so concrete and legally binding as an actualring on her finger.

“I’mscared, alright?! What if things just go downhill from here? What ifwe end up getting divorced, and we have to fight over who gets thatring back?! What if…” she starts tearing up. “What if we’renot really an Ever After…?”

30.oneheadcanon about this OTP that mends it:

Jaywipes the tears from her eyes, kisses her, and gently says, “Jordan,I’m going to be honest: I don’t know the answer to any ofthose questions. But I what do know, I was willing to spend a stupidamount of cash, set up this whole date, and work up the courage toactually show this ring, than keep thinking to myself, ‘Next time,when there’s a better opportunity.’

“Ilove you, and I want to find out if we’ll work out. Do you?”

Jordansniffs. “… I love you too, Jay, but I don’t know…. I needsome time to think… a LOT of it.”

Jaynods, and puts the box safely back in his pocket. “Go ahead, I’llbe waiting—besides, the store had a no return policy, so it’s notlike I can do anything with this thing, anyway.”

Jordanpunches him, before she pulls him in and kisses him.

Yearslater, she gets back to him:

“Yes.”

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Lawndale and Sandi Griffin’s Genie - Chapter 2 - Part 1

Chapter 2: Friday Adventures

Friday February 19, 1999

Lawndale

1111 Glen Oaks Lane 4:30

Quinn awoke from a strange dream. ‘I don’t know what to make of that,’ she thought. She tried to go back to sleep.

 She soon found that she couldn’t so she decided to go down to the kitchen for a healthy snack.

However she found that she was not the only one who was up. Daria was sitting at the table reading a book and drinking from a cup when she walked in.

 “Couldn’t sleep either?” Quinn asked.

 “Something like that,” Daria said.

 Quinn grabbed some carrot sticks and poured some milk. She then sat down across from Daria and sighed.

“Something on your mind?” Daria asked.

 “Huh?”

 “You look deep in thought. You don’t usually look like that.”

 “Funny,” Quinn said, in her usual tone of voice. She then continued, more seriously. “It’s this situation you know? It is going to change everything! The Fashion Club, the social dynamic at school, the guys whom I date, possibly even all of Lawndale itself. It is frightening. It is as you said, Daria. The very idea of Sandi with a genie is frightening! The only reason why things weren’t worse yesterday is that Sandi hadn’t realised the full potential, and that Jean’s mischievousness is good natured,” Quinn said.

 “You are right. It is going to change everything. Especially if either Ms Li or Sandi’s Mom find out,” Daria said.

 Quinn thought, and didn’t like what she speculated (especially when she realised that Ms Li would use the genie to install more security measures for the school). “Dar-i-a! That is more frightening than with Sandi!”

 “Exactly, that is one thing that you have to bring up with Stacy and Tiffany when they get here at breakfast. I will be talking to Jane around the same time. We could then meet at the school and discuss our decisions,” Daria said.

 “Dar-ia! If I mention the possibility of the genie falling into the hands of either the principal or Mrs Griffin, Stacy would faint, and then she would be basically a wreck!” Quinn said.

 “Quinn, they need to be informed of that possibility, or your discussions may be for naught,” Daria said.

 Quinn was then in thought, for a moment and then spoke, “You are right, Daria, much as I hate to admit that. We may be late to school though.” She was sure that calming Stacy down would take up much of their time.

 “If you are running late, you can continue your discussion on the way to school,” Daria suggested.

 “I guess we had better and maybe Jeffy can give me a ride,” Quinn said. They talked for another minute about the situation.

  “But now I don’t feel like going back to sleep!” Quinn said.

 “Neither do I,” Daria said.

 “But what are we going to do for the next few hours?”

 “The same way we used to spend the wee small hours together when we were younger,” Daria said, as she stood up and went towards the living room.

 “Video games? Sure, though I am mostly out of practice.”

 “Which console do you want to use? The SNES or the N64?”

 “SNES?” Quinn asked, confused. She knew what N64 meant but ‘SNES’ had her confused.

 “You know, the Super Nintendo,” Daria said, as she pointed to where the system in question lay beneath the television and the VCR.

 “Oh, it’s an acronym! Duh, Quinn!” she murmured to herself. “Maybe the N64, but I am not sure what game,” she continued.

 “Ok,” Daria said, she unplugged the SNES and plugged in the N64. She and Quinn then played Mario Kart 64.

  324 Eichler Street 5:00

Stacy awoke trembling as she remembered the events of the day before. “It was just a dream,” she said. She then realised, “or was it?” she grabbed her diary and read the most recent entry.

“So, it did happen!” She fainted back into her bed.

 5 minutes later, Stacy came to. She remembered everything from the day before, from the incident at recess, to the conversation with Quinn’s mom. She re-read the diary entry.

 She knew that she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, so she went down to the living room and took out the PlayStation. ‘I haven’t played this for a while. This will help me keep my mind off things until it’s time to go to Quinn’s,’ she thought. She found Final Fantasy VII and put the disk into the system.

  111 Howard Drive 5:30

Jane was in the kitchen, looking for an early breakfast, when her brother Trent entered after a night of practice with his band, Mystik Spiral.

“You are up early, Janie,” he said.

 “So are you,” Jane countered.

 “Practice ran late, or early,” Trent said. He saw that his younger sister was in thought. “Something on your mind?” he asked.

 “Oh, I told Tom about my 11th birthday,” Jane said.

 “Cool,” Trent said, as he remembered that day.

 “He thought so too. Anyway the problem is with the reason why I told him,” Jane said. Trent waited. “You remember the family we bowled next to, right?”

 “Yes, the daughter had anger issues,” Trent said, wondering where Jane was going with this line of conversation.

 “Yes. She is also the leader of the clique that Daria’s sister is part of,” Jane said.

 “What are you getting at Janie?”

 “Sandi was bowling next to Tom and I and she was bowling well. However I also remembered rumours that were going around school yesterday.”

 “Since when do you pay attention to rumours at school?”

 “Not often, but hear this. An extra floor appeared on the top of the science block yesterday! And the teachers don’t know how,” Jane said.

 Trent could see that that his younger sister was not pulling his leg.

 “So you are saying that this girl is involved in some kind of magic?” Trent asked, he had seen much of Lawndale in his 22 years, and some of what he had seen couldn’t be explained rationally...

 “Exactly, Daria’s sister and her not so tame pack of football players also mentioned a classroom full of water, when we passed them in the hall,” Jane said.

 “Something is definitely happening.”

 “Daria called late last night, she said that Quinn spilled the beans to her family. She mentioned a genie. She is coming over at 7:00 and then we are going to talk about the situation. It seemed like she was unwilling to trust the phone for some reason,” Jane said.

 “Is that it?”

 “Yeah,” Jane said, in thought about what Daria might be telling her when she came over.

 Trent was concerned for his sister. “Maybe I can get the old Atari out of the Attic and we can play something? Something to do, if you can’t get to sleep,” he said. Sleep was never a difficulty for Trent, narcoleptic as he was (Indeed the difficulty was staying awake for long periods).

 Jane briefly considered the idea. “That is a very good idea,” she said. Trent went out to the stairs. ‘Although I may be spoiled by the arcades and the Morgendorffers’ Nintendo’s,’ she thought. She then went upstairs herself and waited for Trent near the bottom of the attic stairs.

 Trent came down from the attic with a box with the 2600 system on the top of it. “Which game do you want to play first?” he asked.

  Jane finished connecting the Atari to the television in her bedroom. “Let’s see, Pac-Man, Space Invaders, E.T. the Extra Terrestrial, Trent! That is the worst game of all time! Why do we have it?”

 “Hmm, I guess that is why Wind said that the store was almost full of them when he bought it,” Trent said, referring to his and Jane’s older brother.

 “At least the first 2 are amongst the best games of all time,” Jane said, putting the Pac-Man cartridge into the console. ‘Of course Wind would get it,’ she mused.

 She and Trent took turns playing Pac-Man until Trent fell asleep and then Jane continued playing until Daria arrived.

  631 Bernstein Avenue 6:00

Tiffany awoke and looked at her bedside clock. ‘I may as well get up,’ she thought. She remembered the events of the previous day, from Sandi’s floating until her discussion with Quinn’s mother. ‘I hope Quinn and Stacy will know what to do,’ she thought. She thought about the ways that Lawndale could change as a result of Sandi’s finding a genie. All of the conclusions she reached frightened her.

‘I still have an hour until I have to go to Quinn’s,’ she thought. She thought of a way to occupy her time. She then recalled the old Sega, that was down in the den. ‘I haven’t played anything since I started high school,’ she thought.

 Tiffany found the Sega Genesis where she remembered it to be and carefully plugged it in to the den’s television. Certain that she had gotten the connections right she selected a game and plugged the cartridge in.

 She was soon playing the game, sending the character all over the screen. “Sonic is fa-ast!” she said with her eyes on the blue hedgehog...

  Varmittan Imperial Palace-Tree 6:30

“So it is a Genie!” the Varmittan Emperor exclaimed.

 “Yes. The younger of the two human children was quite adamant about that!” Captain Jaywi said, as he tried to contain his excitement.

 “I have read the archives, the previous mention of a genie in the ‘Pennsylvania’ region was in Oakwood, 30 years ago, 5 moon cycles before the humans made their first landing upon the moon,” the Emperor said.

 “What occurred?” Captain Jaywi asked, curious.

 “There was some chaos prior to the genie disappearing in the third day of the incident. Prior to that there was a sighting 60 years ago in Middlebury, but the information from then is fragmentary,” the Emperor said. Captain Jaywi knew why the information would be fragmentary, something to do with a War involving Europe...

 The Emperor and the captain continued their discussion before the Emperor sent the Captain back to Glen Oaks Lane.

  Tiffany looked at the clock as she switched off the Sega. ‘Yikes! I have to be at Quinn’s in 10 minutes!’ she thought. Just as well her house was only 2 blocks from the Morgendorffers. She went up to her room, grabbed her handbag and came back downstairs. “Bye, Mommy,” she said as she ran out the back door... She then went into the laneway.

  324 Eichler Street 7:06

Stacy looked at the time. “Oh no! I have lost track of time!” she said. She then saved the game and then rushed upstairs to get changed.

 5 minutes later she came down the stairs, turned off the PlayStation (and put it away) and then ran out the front door.

  Daria met Tiffany at the door as she was going out. “See you at school, Quinni,” Daria said.

 “Quinni?” Tiffany asked.

 “It is a nickname, like when Kevin calls his friend ‘Mack-Daddy’,” Daria said.

 “Only not so annoying,” Quinn said as she turned off the N64 and started walking over.

 “Oh yeah, like when my name is short-tened to Tiff.”

 “’Ari’, do you see Stacy?”

 Daria glared at Quinn for a fraction of a second before stepping out of the door, past Tiffany and looking up and down the street for Stacy. “She is nowhere to be seen. Does she always lack punctuality?”

 “In Middle School, she was all-ways, Tard-dy.”

 “She is usually the last to arrive at Fashion Club meetings,” Quinn said.

 “If I see her, I’ll tell her that you are waiting,” Daria said, as she set out for Jane’s. Quinn watched her sister walk out to the sidewalk before turning back to Tiffany.

 “Let’s go wait in the kitchen, we will wait for five minutes and then start our discussion without her.”

 “I hope she gets here soo-on,” Tiffany said as she closed the door.

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