#rushed as all hell but i HAD to man ahahah

[catlover4536]

I had to do it y'all.

[fandxmslxt69]

Cute Library Boys

Steven Grant x f!Reader

Warnings: Steven being too goddamn cute and fluff!! Some swearing, absolutely tooth rotting dorky-ness.

A/N: Oh my god this has been sitting in drafts for so long but I finally finished editing ahahah. Idk how I feel about it ngl, its cute and has me giggling but !!!! idk. Anyway this IS inspired by a prompt: "Going for the same book at the library" taken from @creativepromptsforwriting (Mona sent me a prompt list literally like 2 months ago thank you @whatthefishh you are too cute for this world.) ANYWAY I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY this is a peace offering before I pour my heart out into the most gut wrenching angst and coochie killing smut <3

-Clem

Synopsis: All you wanted was to have a quiet day browsing books in the library. Who knew you'd manage to find the cutest man to spend your day with right there in the history aisle?

Word count: 3541 (omg.)

Walking through the library, you gently ran your finger over the spines of the book, feeling worn out paper and leather on your fingertips. It was always relaxing, being surrounded by so many stories, real or not, lives and adventures. You skimmed through a history section, looking for a book that might be of interest, and your eyes landed on one just up ahead, with a pretty spine and a title written in gold. Your fingers jumped to it, but bumped with another hand outstretched to grab it.  “Oh sorry, love! Didn’t see you there,”  “Oh no it’s alright!” You grinned up to the cute man with the cute British accent. “You can have the book, I don’t mind,” “Oh no,” He shook his head.  “Really, you can take it,”  “No it’s fine, really, I can just order another from the system,” He grabbed the book off the shelf, handing it to you. “Love, please. I’ve already read it anyway. It’s all yours,” He smiled, a bright breathtaking smile that lit up his whole face.  You hesitated but took the book from his hand, adding it to the (very heavy) bag you carried. “Memorised and all?” He chuckled. “I wish,”  You grinned at him, and an awkward silence fell as you scanned the rest of the shelf. “Uh,” You cleared your throat. “Anyway. Thank you, a lot, for-” “The book,” He finished. “Yes! The book. Thank you,”  He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing.  “Alright well uh…I’ll, go, thank you, again,” You rushed to say before quickly dashing off, trying not to think about how pretty he was, or how soft his eyes looked, or his beautiful curls, his soft yet clear features…

No. 

You weren’t sure what the hell urged you to turn right back around and down the aisle again, but your feet carried you there anyway, and you found yourself standing right in front of the gorgeous stranger again. “Um. Hi.” You mumbled. Maybe he didn’t hear, maybe you could run be- “Hi! You’re back,” He grinned and you could feel the sunshine radiating off of him.  “Yeah. Um..I don’t know I just…yknow…You seem to know your books,” You gestured to the growing pile by his feet. “So I was just..wondering if you had any recommendations? I’m in a bit of a slump, so I wanted to try something new. I mean only if you’re cool with it, if I’m bothering you I’ll just go-”  He laughed, a quiet small chuckle that put a huge ass sappy smile on your face. It was contagious, his bubbly energy and cute laughs and smiles. “No it’s alright love, I’d be more than happy to give you a few suggestions, though it might just turn out to be a big ramble,” You shrugged. “Nothing beats a good book ramble,” “Wholeheartedly agree. Now,” He turned to the shelves, his soft eyes scanning the spines of the dozens of books, and he just started rambling- exactly like he said he would. On and on and on, grabbing a few books at a time and talking about them all at once, he looked over the moon to share all this knowledge with someone, you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you could barely keep up with him. You just stood there watching him, probably grinning like an idiot, adding every book he put down to the growing pile in your bag. Whether the book was actually interesting or not, you didn’t care. When a cute man excitedly tells you about his favourite books in an aisle in the library, you grab every damn one of those books and you take them home. 

By the time he finished going through at least a dozen books, he paused, biting his lower lip to hide a shy smile. “Sorry. Got carried away there,” 

Ah shit.

“No no! It’s okay, no apology needed at all. You- it’s cute. You’re cute. When…you do the ramble thing. Cute. Yeah.” You cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks heat up.  There was a beat of silence, before he blurted out, “Steven.” “Sorry?”  “Steven…my name. Is Steven. Grant. Steven Grant. It kind of just hit me that I didn’t introduce myself,”  “Oh. Oh! Oh right. Oh my god.” You fumbled with your bag, trying to get yourself back in control. “This is embarrassing. I’m so sorry. I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you Steven,” He laughed again. “It’s very nice to meet you too,”  You nodded. How many times are you going to nod. Quit it.  “So…um,” you cleared your throat, wondering if it was too late to ask for a hole to open up and swallow you whole. “Yknow..there’s um…this cafe, right down the street, and it’s really nice and they’ve got pretty decent coffee and food. I was wondering if…you know, if you’re free anyway, and not too busy or if you have something better to do I totally get it-” “I’d very much like to go to the cafe down the street with you,” Steven interrupted, and you stared at him, jaw hanging open slightly as you took in his shy smile and the light rose of his cheeks.  “I mean, if that’s what you’re asking-” He rambled quickly to add. “Yes! Ah, uh, yes, that is what I’m asking,” You grinned widely, cheeks starting to hurt from how damn much you were smiling at this cute stranger in the history aisle of your local library.  “Great! Wonderful, amazing. I- uh…I’ll…go check out my books? Get settled while you do yours and…” “...we can meet by the front doors?” You finished for him. He nodded quickly, his hair bouncing with each bob of his head. You nodded too, fiddling with the strap of your bag. “Okay. Okay cool. I’ll…go do my thing. And I’ll see you soon?” “Yes, absolutely, 100% yeah,”  You chuckled, a few butterflies taking flight through your stomach with all his nervous blabbering.

He’s cute. Real cute, with the nicest warm eyes and a precious crooked smile, and the cutest mop of curls on his head that you desperately wanted to play with. Not to mention his adorable outfit..the cute earth brown pants and the soft sweater that definitely hugged his body in a comfy yet pleasing way. 

Screwed. Absolutely, royally screwed. 

After awkwardly staring (analysing) him for a solid minute as he grabbed the rest of his books, you turned and dashed to the check out desks, fumbling and mumbling about stupid cute library boys the entire way through the checkout process. 

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As you both left the library, a light silence falling between you, he couldn’t help but take a few glances at you, his heart picking up pace, a giddy laugh building up in his throat- this was new. All of it was so new yet welcomed. He’d be damned if he let it go to waste, whether it be a chance to make a friend, or maybe a little more. 

By the time you had reached the shop, his shoulder ached from carrying his bag of books, and you looked ready to drop dead on your feet. 

“I can carry your bag if it’s getting you tired,” Steven suggested softly as you entered the cafe. You frowned, hugging your bag tightly to you. “What, no. It’s okay, I like carrying my bag. Makes me feel close to my books,” You pointed to a table by the window. “Here?” He laughed, then nodded. “Yeah this works,” He took a seat, lifting his bag off of him and placing down beside him. “What do you like to read anyway?” “Oooh,” You slid into the seat, you could feel the ache in your lower back start to build. Who even had back problems at this age. “I like a good fantasy novel, and I am guilty of reading way too much romance. I also like poetry. Not a very big person in non fiction though.” “Romance huh?” He raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips. “Scandalous romance?” You laughed, shrugging. “What, a woman has her needs, and those needs happen to be pretty men with cute accents,”  “Ah right,” He nodded again, then paused. “Wait. I have an accent,” You chuckled, smiling widely. “Yes you do. A cute one too. And you’re cute. Pretty, dare I say,” His eyes widened, a blush creeping up his neck and his ears started turning red too as he looked away, averting his eyes and biting at his lower lip. Your heart did a little flip at how cute he looked when he was flustered.  “What kinda books do you like, Mr. Grant?”  “Hmm,” He flipped aimlessly through the menu, his eyes scanning the millions of different ways they make frappuccinos and espressos. He didn’t even drink coffee that much, he was more of a tea guy. “I like history, big fan of mythologies and stuff,”  You sat up, grinning widely. “I love mythology. I was a huge sucker for them in middle school. Still kinda am, honestly,” His heart did a little thing. “Really? What kind of mythology?” You shrugged. “I was really into the Greeks, they were pretty fun and it was a good time. I like the Romans a bit too, but they’re a little boring, yknow? The Norse are wack too, which makes it funny,” You grinned. “I was just a bit obsessed. I had an Egypt phase too for quite a bit,”  You could see the way his face lit up, how his eyes widened and a big smile started spreading across his face. “Egypt huh? That’s cool.” He nodded, deciding not to make a further comment lest it come off as too strong. You raised an eyebrow. “Cool? Oh come on, you totally had an Egypt phase,” “Did not!” “You so did. C’mon, tell me. I promise I won’t judge! I never could, I had attachments to those guys. You definitely know a thing or two,” He waved you off. “No..I mean, a little maybe. I’ve studied their mythologies and tales, aspects of culture and society, that’s sorta stuff, it’s not interesting really,” “Not interesting?” You scoffed. “Well I find them interesting. C’monnnn,” You nudged his leg under the table. “Who’s your favourite god?” He shook his head, a playful smile on his face. “I’m fond of Taweret. Hippo goddess, resides in the underworld and stuff. She’s nice,”  “Yeah? Know her personally?” “Oh yeah, obviously. We have chat over tea all the time,”  No way he was this funny. “Really? Wait, hang on,” You leaned in, “if she resides in the underworld, does that mean you’ve died before, Steven Grant?”

He liked it, he decided. The way you said his name, how it rolled off your tongue and out of your mouth so easily, and not the sarcastic way everyone else said it. Heaven, at least you remembered his name, not when half the staff at the old museum couldn’t even get Steven right.  He scrunched up his face, thinking deeply. “Hmm. Let’s see. I think I might have, yeah. A few times now actually,” There it was again, the laugh that filled the entire cafe, as your shoulders shook and you threw your head back in joy. “No way, you did not,” You finally said.  “I absolutely did! It’s not a good experience obviously, but yknow, an adventure,”  “So you’ve like- met Osiris and stuff?” He shrugged. “Maybe,” “Oh come on. Tell me! I’ve always liked him. Given, I always like every death god, so it’s no different,” “He’s alright. Very stiff though, no personality at all, he’s all business serious,” “Well duh, he’s a king,” Steven rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t mean he’s got to be so boring,”  You chuckled again, shaking your head in disbelief as you went back to the menu. “Any other gods you’ve met?” “Hmm.” He tapped his chin a few times, and brushed a curl of hair out of his eye. “I’ve met some night gods. They look like big ugly birds, with a big temper and zero compassion or kindness. Dress in old rags and stuff,”  “You’re lying, I swear you’re lying,” “I am not! It’s true. I see one quite often actually, he’s a pain in the ass, right psycho.”  “Yeah? He your best friend?” He snorted. “Absolutely not.”  You tsked. “Aw, that’s so sad,” “No it’s not. I told you, he’s not right in his mind,”  “Yeah but isn’t that all gods?” Steven sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Okay, you make an excellent point, but I’m telling you, this one is bloody psycho. Murderous and whatnot.” He smiled, a big goofy smile that showed his cute dimples.  You shook your head again, trying to fight back a stupid sappy grin. “You’re too funny,” “Too funny? Is that bad?” He frowned. “No! No, absolutely not. It’s nice, your jokes are actual..well, yknow, jokes. And it’s kind of nerdy.” “Oi!” He leaned in, pointing a finger at you with an air of amusement. “You just said nerdy was cute,” “It is!! It’s very cute!”  “Bloody right. ‘Cause if you came for sports jokes, I’m not your guy,” You laughed. “Nope, no sports jokes for me. I just like an extra side of nerdiness,”  He narrowed his eyes, fighting back a smile. “You are horrible,”  “Horribly cute, yeah, definitely,” He exploded with laughter, his face all happy smile lines and precious dimples. You smiled widely, your heart doing a little skip with how gorgeous he looks, so full of laughter. 

Thankfully though, before he caught you grinning like an idiot at him and trying to memorise his face, a waiter came to your table, and you managed to order your drinks without acting crazy or too dorky. 

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“What about Bastet? You know her?” 

Okay so maybe you were still a little dorky. 

“The cat lady? I mean you see her everywhere don’t you? In all the nice cat ladies by your flat or in the market!” “Okay fine Mr. Poetic, I’m asking about the goddess,” 

He grinned, fiddling with the strap of his bag as you both made your way to a bus stop. “I haven’t met her, no. But I know of her,” 

“Right, of course,” You weren’t sure why you humoured this idea; the possibility of divinity walking amongst man. But the ease of pretending, of imagining with him, with Steven, was something you came to realise you enjoyed too much to give up.  “What about Zeus?” He frowned. “Wrong civilization,”  “Oh come on, so you’re telling me you can believe the idea of gods with bird heads from the times of pyramids, but you can’t humour me with the idea of wackoo’s living on top of a mountain?”  “I just don’t like them. Too chaotic,”  “That’s exactly why everyone likes them,”  “Okay fine, I just stay in my territory,” You shook your head, shrugging your bag back into place on your shoulder. “Okay, that’s fair, they probably don’t like each other anyway,”  “Nope, definitely don’t,” 

You both fell into a silence after, continuing your walk to the bus stop. “You don’t have to go all the way with me to the bus stop yknow-” You started but he just shook his head.  “I don’t mind, love. Really, it’s a nice day out for a walk,”  You nodded. “Okay.”

Silence fell again, and you couldn’t help but look up a little to look at him. Him with his pretty eyes and flushed cheeks. Him with his easy going smile on those nice lips. Him with the nice jawline and cheekbones that are just the right amount of sharp you just want to run your finger over it. 

By the time the both of you had made it to the bus station, you had made up your mind; You were going to ask him for his number. 

Only problem is…how do you ask a cute guy for his number?

You could feel the nerves start to set in as the minutes tick by, and more people pile around the bus stop. It was going to be here soon, and you’ll hop on, and probably never get his number and-

Okay calm down. You fiddled with your bag as the minutes passed, occasional small glances and nervous chuckles with Steven as he waited too, and it felt like the weight of the world was on your shoulders just to ask for a series of stupid numerals.  When you glanced back up at Steven for what had to be the millionth time so far, you noticed in the far distance that the bus was heading this way. Steven turns the other way then too, noticing you staring and he sighed softly. “Ah, there’s your bus,”  “Yup,” He looked back at you, a soft smile on his lips. He picked at his nails, a feeling of anxiety bubbling inside of him. “So…” “So…” You continued for him, and you both laughed awkwardly.  “Can I-” “Can-” You stopped, chuckling awkwardly as Steven shook his head.  “Sorry love- didn’t mean to speak over you-” “No no it’s okay! My bad,” You reassured him. “Go ahead,”  “No really-” He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling. “You start,” “Steven-” You started to protest (why were you even doing that) but he set you with a firm look and you sighed. “Okay. I was…yknow…going to ask. If-” You trailed off. “Yknow…” “If…? Unfortunately love, I’m very bad at guessing games. You’ll have to specify,” You sighed, rubbing a hand down my face. You took a deep breath and right as the bus stopped at your station, you blurted quickly, “Can I have your number?!” It came out in one breath, a quick sentence and Steven’s browns furrowed. You panicked, thinking maybe you had read this wrong? What if he doesn’t want to give you his number? 

But then his face exploded in a wide smile, and his eyes lit up adorably and his cheeks filled with a soft blush. “Oh. My number!” He laughed, soft and clearly full of anxiety. “Yes- right yes, of course you can. Sorry it took a minute there-” He muttered, quickly digging through his bag and pulling out his phone. “Right then, quick quick before you miss your bus-” 

“It’s okay,” You mumbled quickly, steering him away from the growing bus line so you could plug in his number. You did it painfully slowly, double checking each number and going over the series at least 5 times. By the time you finished exaggerating and actually putting the number into your contacts, Steven was tapping his foot anxiously on the ground as he watched the last person board the bus.  “You have to hurry it’s going to close, love,” You looked up and glanced at the bus. “Oh crap-” You quickly fumbled to put your phone away and return his, but by the time you took a step towards the bus, it dinged and the door closed as it slowly started back up to drive away.  "Shit,” Steven tugged at his curls. “Oh god love, I’m really sorry- maybe if we run we could catch its next stop?” Didn’t people always say make the best out of a bad situation? The bus is gone, another won’t be coming for probably another half hour, and you were not running. 

But maybe…maybe this was a good thing? 

You shrugged, trying to sound as upset as you could possibly gather, but even to your own ears it sounded fake. “Oh no….the bus is gone. This is horrible. What do I do now?”  Steven started to say something, but then stopped, frowning a little, before his eyes widened and a smile grew across his face. “Hang on-” He stepped closer to you, his eyes glittered with humour. “You planned that, didn't you?” You gasped. “What? Me? Why would I ever want to miss my bus?”  “Hmm….” He tapped a finger to his chin, thinking loudly. He leaned down then his face barely inches away from your face. “Maybe because you wanted to spend more time with me?” He has no right being cute and nervous one second and then sexy  and all mischief the next.  Your eyes widened, you felt your skin heat and your cheeks flush pink with how close he was. His eyes looked even prettier up close, and his lips looked so kissable.  “Really?” You managed to breathe out. “You think I’m that captivated by you?” He shrugged. “Maybe.” He paused, biting his lower lip. 

Fuck. 

“Are you? Captivated by me?” He asked.  “Hmm. Let’s see…I think your nerdiness and awkward attitude and shy personality has definitely captivated me, Mr. Grant,”  His face explodes into a bright and beautiful smile. “Really? So if I asked to go on a walk right now, you’d say yes?” I hum, pretending to think it over. “I think…yes, I would absolutely say yes,” The look on his face made it seem as if he just experienced heaven. Your heart fluttered, and you knew then that you’d never ever get tired of seeing him this happy. “Brilliant. Great, alright then um..” He stood up straight again, looking around. “Let’s go?” 

You smiled, gesturing to the roads bustling with people. “Lead the way,” 

[clarabowmp3]

13 fave tracks from TTPD and TTPDTA this hour?

WOOOOO finally formed coherent enough opinions heheh but my top tracks are: (tw 'trauma' dumping, yapping)

HOW DID IT END!!!!!!!!!!! it is genuinely so sad. i so so relate to her subtly sarcastic/bitter tone (come one come all its happening again) and although this track is slightly different from her usual style it has all the bits i love abt her music - simplicity, quiet devestation, layered emotions, intentional lyrics

the black dog - OMGGG never EVER getting over the adrenaline rush of "SCREEEEEAMING" if u couldnt tell im a pretty dramatic and stubborn person LOL and there was this one toxic friendship i clung onto until my fingernails were bloody cuz i was 15 and didnt think i had any other choice (very 'as she was leaving it felt like breathing' vibes) and i think part of why i didnt want to break things off was cuz of how much it hurt me to think of her replacing me with someone who could be a better friend than me + it was familiar like a bad habit

the prophecy - my sister walked in on me tearing up when i first listened to it properly HAHAH stylistically speaking its a very fluid (?) sounding song with a smooth/satisfying rhythm (written/bitten, I like the rhyming) and compelling fantasy/religious imagery but what appealed to me most was the RAWNESS OF THE CHORUS and listen i know everyone hates on the 'dont want money' line but I RELATE SO MUCH TO IT OKAY i cant count the number of times ive distracted myself from my loneliness with my studies/work and tried to convince myself that this is what I want, and as much as i appreciated my perfect grades god was i fucking lonely. so many times i wondered if it was all worth it, and after not having any close irl friends to show for the past 18 years it starts to feel like this is of my own doing/i am fated to be forever lonely. so back to the song - it just hits me rlly hard that YES. DONT WANT MONEY. JUST SOMEONE WHO WANTS MY COMPANY.

loml - ironically i find the change from love to loss the least interesting part AHAHAH i like that this is one of the less wordier songs such that nearly every lyric packs a hell of a punch, none of them are awkward, and she does the delicate shift in the connotations of her lyrics SO so well you can feel her misery and yearning so perfectly. i talk more abt this here

clara bow

peter

I look in people's windows

so long london

florida!!!

who's afraid of little old me

the smallest man who ever lived

the bolter

fortnight

Special shoutout to I Can Do It With a Broken Heart cuz that song was ME for the prime of my student career and rip to the swifties who cant relate /j but i both cried a lot AND was so productive

[literallythebiggestfuckingsimp]

Our Little Secret

description: you and rudy have been sneaking around for a while now, what happens when you get caught in front of thousands of fans?😳😳

warnings: making out?? ooo and swearing oops (as a british person i can’t just NOT swear)

            Rudy’s lips smashed against yours, moving hungrily as his arms snaked around your waist. You gasped, arms moving to hook around his neck as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You had to be on set in five, and you were just passing the time with your good friend Rudy in his trailer.

Between the two of you, neither of you were quite sure what you were. So far, all you guys had done was purely physical. Of course, there had been lingering touches, longing stares, stolen smiles. But you hadn’t talked about it. 

It had started with flirty jokes, and then, boom! It just kinda happened, if you were being honest.

Not breaking the kiss, the two of you stumbled backwards until you bumped into the table. You jumped up and he took his pace between your legs, detaching his lips from yours and turning his attention to the skin on your neck. You moaned, heading rolling back to give him more access.

“Hey, Rudy? You in there?” Your eyes widen at the voice outside the trailer door, freezing both yours and Rudy’s movements.

“Uh, yeah?” Rudy says, clearing his throat.

“Why’s the door locked, toot?” You could practically see the suggestive smirk on Chase’s face.

“Cause I’m about to take a shit and I didn’t want anyone to come in here and smell that,” Rudy replies, looking at you with a grin on his face. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, pressing your face up to it to suppress your laughter.

Chase laughs. “Alright, then, but have you seen Y/N? I’ve been looking for her everywhere.”

“Nah, sorry bro,” Rudy calls out when you shake your head at him. “I’ve gotta take this shit or I’ll explode. See you in a sec.”

“It’s good, bro,” Chase replies. “She’s gotta be on set now, though. I’ll find her, don’t worry about it. Probably went off to craft services or something.”

You glare at the door where Chase is stood on the other end, but your eyes widen wen you realise you’re gonna be late to set.

“Cya, man,” Rudy says, helping you down from the counter as you pat down your hair. Chase mumbles a “bye”.

You two wait until it’s clear, giving Rudy a quick peck as you subtlety sneak out the trailer door once you’re sure Chase is gone.

As you walk - more like jog - away, you look back. Through the window you salute to Rudy, and he salutes back with a maniacal grin on his perfect face.

♡

You’ve just finished shooting for the day, and straight away, you headed over to see Rudy. He’d slid you a note earlier in the day to meet him at his trailer once you were done.

Arriving, you were immediately pulled into a kiss by by the blond headed bimbo who’d stolen your heart. You smiled against his lips, happily thinking about the fact that you could finally call him yours.

Around two weeks ago now you two had finally sorted through your shit and admitted your feelings for each other. However, you’d both decided it would be better if you kept your newfound relationship to yourselves. You didn’t want to make things awkward if it didn’t work out, and, besides, sneaking around was fun. “Think of it as our little secret,” you had said.

You pulled away from the kiss and he pouted. Laughing, you pecked him on the cheek and watched as a smile took over on his lips. Rudy’s arms situated themselves around your waist as he laid the two of you down on the makeshift sofa in his trailer.

Rudy was lying on your lap as you played with his hair, occasionally kissing him as some stupid ass movie played on the TV. It was a nice breather from all the crazy scenes you’d been filming and you couldn’t feel more relaxed.

Well, that was until there was a knock at the door. You wasted no time in rushing into the bathroom, hiding as Rudy went to answer the door.

“Yo, dude,” you hear JD greet and you mentally cuss him out.

“Uh, hey, JD, Maddie,” Rudy says. “What’s up?”

“Why’re you being so weird?” Maddie questions, confused as to why Rudy seemed hesitant about letting them in.

“Me?” Rudy asks, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m not being weird.”

“Whatever,” Madison huffs. You hear her and JD walk in and mutter profanities under your breath. Thank god you had picked up your phone from the sofa or you would be toast. “We wanted to watch a movie and you have the comfiest couch.”

“What’re we watchin?” Rudy asks, bouncing on his heels. Madison shares a look with JD, confused as to what the hell was up with him.

“I dunno,” JD shrugs. “I gotta take a tinker in your bathroom, though. I’ll be right back.” He says, and your eyes widen.

“No!” Rudy calls out, and you search frantically for an escape route. There’s a window, but it’s kinda small, you’re not sure if you’d fit. Fuck it, you think as you hear JD and Mads confront Rudy about being weird.

“I just mean ... it’s kinda rank in there,” Rudy says, scratching the back of his neck.

“Disgusting,” Madison mutters.

“I’ll just block out the smell,” JD shrugs. “I’m desperate, bro.”

Rudy silently prays to himself as you fumble about the bathroom, climbing on top of the seat. You put one leg through the window as the footsteps land right outside the door, and  try to slyly maneuver yourself out with your phone in one hand. Your plan fails miserable and you tumble to the ground, landing in a bush.

“Fuck,” you mutter, sitting up and pulling leaves out your hair.

The door to the bathroom swings open and you run as fast as you can back to your own trailer. You ignore the confused looks of the crew members, and Drew calling your name as he sees you run past with twigs in your hair.

As soon as you get back to your trailer, you shoot Rudy a quick text.

I jumped out the window ;)

Jesus, Y/N. You good?

Yeah, just thank god for my super rad spy skills.

Sure, baby. Sure.

♡

You giggle as Rudy pushes you down on your bed, peppering your skin with kisses, making you laugh more.

Filming had ended and you were currently quarantined with the cast, stuck in yours and Madelyn’s apartment. After the release of the show, you had gained quite a big fan base and your time had been occupied with online interviews and live streams. You’ve barely had the chance to sneak around with Rudy, not wanting to raise any suspicions since fans had already started shipping the two of you, pointing out the way he looks and interacts with you, and vice versa.

You didn’t want to let your friends catch on. Not yet.

Swiftly, you flip you and Rudy over, straddling him as you pull him in for a passionate kiss. You must not have heard the footsteps creeping up to your room, or the door swing open as you kissed your boyfriend.

A quick shriek alerted you of someone’s presence. You scrambled away from Rudy, cheeks red and eyes wide. It was Madelyn, stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide. Clumsily, she dropped her phone, the object clattering to the floor

“Fuck,” Rudy mutters, pulling on his shirt as you put your hands over your face in attempt to hide you embarrassment.

Madelyn stands dead still, frozen to the spot. “Oh my god, guys, I am so so so sorry! I didn’t know you two were-”

By now, you had alerted the attention of Chase and Drew, who came running over at the sound of a scream. It didn’t take them long to connect the dots, between your rosy cheeks and swollen lips and Rudy’s messy hair and flustered appearance.

“Oh, shit,” Drew swore, eyes wide.

“Uh, guys ...” Madelyn spoke up, chuckling nervously. “I was on live and they saw ...” she motions between the two of you with her hands, “that.”

Honestly, you think you could’ve died, right then and there. You scramble to grab Maddie’s phone from the floor, seeing the comments screaming about what they had just accidentally witnessed and quickly end the live.

“I’m so sorry!” Maddie squeals, cheeks tinging red. “I was planning on scaring Y/N and I didn’t think Rudy would be in here, let alone that you two would be-”

You quickly cut her off, scratching the back of your neck and biting your lip. “It’s fine, Maddie. Seriously, don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah,” Rudy clears his throat. “You couldn't have known.”

“Uh, well,” Drew chuckles. “This is awkward.”

“Honestly, I’m gonna need a good few shots to erase the embarrassment of this moment from my memory,” you state, walking through the door and towards the kitchen where a bottle of vodka awaits you.

“I second that,” Rudy says, following you and lazily placing an arm around your waist.

Chase grins, watching the two off you. “So ... “ he trails off, gesturing between the two of you with his hand. “Are you two, yanno, together?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

You nod and Rudy smiles. “Yeah, we have been for a while now.”

“God, it’s about time!” Chase exclaims.

“You guys were pretty bad at hiding it,” Drew states, a grin of his own on his lips.

You mock fake offence, gasping as you poor the vodka into your shot glass. “We’ve been dating for four months, so, obviously not.” 

Madelyn’s mouth hangs open. “Four months?!” she yells. “And you didn’t tell us?”

Rudy shrugs, kissing your cheek fondly. “Eh, it was pretty fun sneaking around.”

“Agreed,” you say, smiling up at him. He meets your gaze, pecking you on the lips.

“Ew, you guys,” Chase groans. “Just because you’re together now doesn’t mean you can be all openly affectionate.”

Madelyn whacks his arm, rolling her eyes. “Shut up, they’re cute.”

“Nah, they’re gross,” Drew jokes, laughing. “Anyway, I made Mama Starkey’s casserole. Who wants some?”

“Me!” you exclaim, grinning excitedly. If there was one thing you loved it was Mama Starkey’s chicken casserole. Also, eating and drinking would be a good way to get your mind off the fact that practically the entire world saw you on top of a shirtless Rudy, making out with him.

A/N: AHAHAH THE WAY I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS SHDJSHJDH also pls excuse the crappy writing this was made at 4am last night😳

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s Daughter (The Intense Years)

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

warnings:

a/n: y/n is 16-17, also ive really never written anything about team iron man so this was weird, someone needs to tell me i dont need every single movie detail in here

prompt: takes place from cacw and smhc

The Early Years (1) The Teenage Years (2) The Aftermath (4) Continued (5)

after the events in sokovia, you set up the relief fund for displaced sokovians and dealt with physical clean up while the avengers...

well, they had to deal with the press—and the governments of the world

getting to know your new suit AI, JOSHUA

briefly looking for bruce; no luck there

you ended up doing the MIT september foundation presentation with tony

and ending the presentation after pepper’s name popped up on the screen

“it’s probably best we get out of here”

you were his entire support system while he was going through his break with pepper

meeting charles spencer’s mother, who really gave your dad a piece of her mind

“my son died, but your daughter gets to live on. if you lost her, maybe you’d show some sympathy for murdering my child”

*awkward silence from you*

*awkward silence from tony otw to the compound*

HATING the sound of the sokovia accords, yet understanding why they’re being ratified

being torn between signing them or not and having a huge argument with the other avengers

“y/n, why dont you listen to your dad for once and sign the damn thing”

“uncle rhodey, you know why i dont want to sign. if they have us, they have access to our suits. you really think the UN should be telling us how to use them?”

“your defense doesn’t even make sense. i had the war machine or iron patriot or whatever the hell you want to call it, but the military was calling the shots”

“and look where you are now”

“right, well i wouldn’t expect a kid to understand”

“are you kidding me, rhodes? you’re gonna play the ‘im older than you’ card?”

comforting wanda while she feared being taken

and as soon as you heard about what happened in lagos

“think about it, maximoff. if you didnt do what you did, do you know how many more casualties there may have been?”

“but i killed innocents”

“no, rumlow killed innocents. you contained that blast better than anyone else could have and you prevented a whole bunch of deaths, give yourself some credit”

okay, so you weren’t the best at talking someone down while they were upset

staying in berlin with your father while the whole bucky thing began to get sorted out

but he sent you out to stay with nat while he had some “private time” with steve

tony keeping you close to him during the power outage at the base

until it turned out you brought your suit and tony did not!

everyone was looking at you to take down bucky, but it just seemed like a bad idea, you didn’t want to hurt him because you didn’t want to hurt steve

stalling to try and buy steve time to subdue his friend

“y/n, come on, for christ sake!”

“got it, dad! i know what im doing!”

“i dont think you do!”

feeling your stomach drop when bucky shot into your dad’s hand, if it wasn’t for his latest invention, he may have gotten seriously hurt

you had a slight change of heart after that, you couldn’t bare to lose your dad. not after all those close calls...

getting yelled at by secretary ross and the wonderful 36 hour ultimatum you, nat, and tony received

“i have a plan”

“don’t say the spider boy”

“fine, i wont say it”

a nice trip to queens :)

when this parker kid finally got home, tony left you to socialize with his aunt

small talk is sometimes unbearable

“so, what’s it like being tony stark’s daughter?”

“honestly? im always tired”

peter becoming a tagalong on your mission, which you didn’t really think was appropriate

“dad, i dont really think we should’ve brought the kid...”

“why? you’re about the same age as him, its not much different”

“um...no, i meant this isnt his battle. i don’t care how old he is”

face off between tony and cap where you literally just swallowed all your pride and apologized because you couldn’t handle the fact that the team was being ripped apart like this

team ups with Spider-Man

“so, uh, do you hate me or something?”

“hey, kid? we’re kind of in the middle of something, i’ll get back to you on that”

“it’s a yes or no question, y/n”

“pass”

so, things didn’t exactly go as planned...

your (former) teammates were taken to the RAFT and you couldn’t pull it together in front of them

they were pretty pissed at you

“im sorry, im so sorry, i should’ve done better”

they ignored you (up until scott lang)

“all you stark’s are the same”

“stay out of this, bugboy”

taking to the remote hydra base in another famous father/daughter teamup

“just like the old days, right kiddo?”

“i guess so”

“hey, cheer up, it’s not all that bad”

waltzing right in there to meet your friend and foe

seeing the video of your grandparents dying

*being killed

absolutely stunned by seeing such a gruesome thing

even after all you’ve seen, this really got to you

you were robbed of ever meeting them, which made you angry, but you couldn’t stay angry because there were so many things out of everyones control

realizing that this was a good time to hold tony back

“JOSHUA, lock down y/n’s suit. protocol: baby gate”

apparently your dad still had some old protocols in your suit that you hadn’t found yet

“JOSHUA? reboot! override protocol: baby gate”

“i’m sorry, miss y/n, but i cannot do that”

watching your father attempt to get revenge

and get critically injured

simultaneously working on opening the suit back up for a bad plan

finally getting the emergency release and stumbling out of your suit, rushing towards the conflict and throwing yourself in the middle of it

“please, dad. enough damage has been done.”

“y/n, get out of the way”

he saw you shaking and crying and he realized what he was doing

attacking the only family you guys really had

getting shoved out of the way so that they could end this fight once and for all

JOSHUA finally rebooting and bringing the suit over to shield you while you helplessly watched the end of this fight

when bucky and steve left, your suit disarmed and you crouched down beside your father

“come on, let’s just go home”

“im sorry”

“i know, it’s okay”

trying to comfort your dad after his defeat

you picked up cap’s shield and returned to your suit, it was time to go home

after a brief time of recovery (while you helped work on uncle rhodey’s prototype prosthetics), there was a slight change of plans for you

“okay, so for your punishment after what you pulled during my...divorce with cap, you’re going to babysit the spiderling so you gain some perspective”

“hold on, what?! what do you mean ‘perspective?’”

“i mean you dont know what it’s like to be in charge of the life of a teenager, so now you get to find out! congratulations on your promotion!”

it was not fun at all because peter kept blowing up your phone and you kept having to tell him there was nothing for him to do

Y/N: I’ll let you know when there’s a spider-level threat, kapeesh?

P. Parker: Yes, ma’am, sorry.

peter going behind your back to do some “superhero work”

and you having to swoop in to fix everything last second

“come on, you stole my thunder, y/n!”

“no, peter, i saved your life. next time you have a lead, call me first”

and then he didn’t 😌✨💕

“Y/N, incoming call from ‘big fat meanie’”

“put him through, JOSHIE...hey dad, how’s dubai?”

“taking care of a kid is harder than it looks, isn’t it?”

“don’t start with me”

damage control ahahah 🤡

“peter, why cant you just call me in? you don’t stop texting me for months but for this you go radio silent? you almost died. and you put a bunch of lives in danger! do you want me to have to go to your aunt and tell her you died?”

“im sorry! i just...i dont want to be a sidekick”

“kid, you’re gonna have a long time to make a name for yourself...but not if you’re dead!”

he started crying and you were very uncomfortable so you tried to hug him? it helped.

letting him off easy (just like your dad did to you growing up)

but apparently tony came back and took the suit anyways and you were pretty pissed about it

avengers moving day :) yes, part of your punishment was helping happy with moving day and hearing him gush about how you were “growing into such a responsible adult”

“happy i dont know if you noticed but ive basically been an adult since i was 12”

“keep telling yourself that, kiddo”

seeing an explosion and immediately knowing it was peter

“i’ll see you later, happy, love you!”

investigating the crash site and whaddaya know, there’s peter and his first bad guy, you were kind of proud

“peter, you okay?”

“nope!”

“okay, cool”

more damage control lmao (a/n: yall sick of damage control yet?)

a congratulatory call from your dad

“hey! you did pretty good, all things considered. why don’t you take the kid to the avengers compound for his special surprise?”

“aye aye, see you soon.”

“love you, kiddo”

“you too, dad”

quick fast forward to peter rejecting the position as an avenger while the press was outside, yes, you were surprised

but then your dad finally proposed to pepper, it was a pretty cool engagement announcement

“y/n, will you be my maid of honor?”

“duh!”

happily ever after (a/n: until the next part is up)

[knightofameris]

period pains pt. 2

a/n: I HAD TO SPLIT IT UP BECAUSE I REALIZED THE TAGS GOT MESSSYYYYYY SO LOL

also just like i mentioned in pt 1, i’m still getting used to writing for haikyuu boys but i think i have an okay grasp at them,,, bokuto is the one i’m least confident on

haikyuu boys taking care of their s/o who’s on their period ;-;

the boys in question: Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Sawamura Daichi, Bokuto Koutarou [i had to do noya and tanaka cus they’re PERFECT for THIS] [also under the cut, i didn’t realize how long it was ahahah]

[reposting AGAIN because it’s not showing up in the tags ):<]

nishinoya yuu

okay okay let’s say you’re stuck at home and you’re like oh shit

i don’t have anymore pads or tampons

must be pretty shitty so anyway (im sorry im not judging because this deadass happened to me twice LOL)

anyway you decide to text your boyfriend bb noya to get you some

and he’s like !!! I HAVE A MISSION AND IVE GOTTA HELP MY GIRL

because ya know he’s a simp king for yOU his sunshine

so he runs to the store to get you whatever you use

but then he sees all these different types of tampons and pads

this boy is overwhelmed

but then there’s some people in the same aisle as him

a couple he notices, and the girl giggles while whispering to her boyfriend “wow what a sweet boyfriend he is.” and he gets so PROUD

and the girl probably realized how lost he is and just told him to ask you.

so anyways he grabs the ones you told him to and the girl also tells him to get her favorite snacks and chocolate and heat packs and just everything you’d ever need

and he gets them he doesn’t care about no price tag 😤😤 anything for his queen

so when he gets to your place with all of these bags you’re like overwhelmed but your heart just BURSTS because he’s pulling out your favorite snacks and every other item while saying “this is for you in case you want to snack.” or “these heat packs will help your cramps” or “your favorite ghibli movie so we can watch together”

he’s so sweet i love him so much <3

needless to say y’all spend the rest of the day cuddling and stuff <3

tanaka ryuunosuke

okay i just really like the idea of the boys going on a tampon/pad run for you so like

a lot like noya, he is a SIMP KING for YOU his GIRL and he’s on a mission

so when he see’s all of these different types, like noya he’s overWHELMED

so he deadass texts you “what size vagina are you” while sending a photo of all the tampons and pads

what a dumbass

but you love him and at least it got a good laugh out of ya especially with everything.

when he goes to check out he feels people staring at him and but unlike that one text of those series of boyfriends buying pads/tampons for their girlfriends ( i hope you guys know which one i’m talking about)

tanaka would be so proud like “hell yeah i got a girlfriend and hell yeah i’m doing this for her because i LOVE HER”

we stan one man and his name’s tanaka ryuunosuke

anyways on his way home he also stops by a boba store and gets you your favorite drink

how sweet i love him

he also decides to spend the rest of the day with you and y’all watch movies or just sleep and he does whatever he can to help you get through your period

also he might’ve bought you wAY too much

like deadass probably a years worth. his reasoning is that there’s so much BLOOD probably i love him

sawamura daichi

daichi goes dadchi well i mean he is daddy but ya know

anywayyyyyy you probably were complaining to him about how your period was coming soon but that it was also late but you were still having ghost cramps

daichi has a moment of fear because he thinks you’re pregnant but then he remembers that the last time y’all did the do was before your last period, y’all been busy with volleyball and school okay lol

so daichi asks if there’s anything he can do because he wants to help however he can

but you’re probably just shake your head knowing he’s pretty busy with captain duties

he is a responsible dad and you love him for that and you dont want to take him from his kids but he kinda like is hesitant to not do anything for you.

so he just asks you to wait for him after practice so that he could walk you home and he also invites you to watch them

so that’s how you find yourself suddenly very aware of your period coming like the niagra falls and you dash over to your bag to see if you have any pads and for some reason!!! you forgot to restock!!! so you ask kiyoko

and she gives you some of hers

and you rush to the restroom

daichi’s confused but when you get back he looks over at you and has a look of concern so you just smile and give him a nod and a thumbs up

so anyway practice ended earlier than usual (probably because Daichi asked Ukai, but you didn’t know that but you did have a feeling)

Daichi walked with you (and the team also walked with you lol) and he went ahead to the store on the way home and just bought ALL of your favorite snacks AND chocolate

Noya and Tanaka go full on sad mode because they were like “that’s what I WOULD DO if I had a girlfriend” like that one meme with timmy turner’s dad, i hope y’all knwo what im talking about luh mao

so he walks you ALL the way to your place and he decides to stay awhile and your mom LOVES him so she’s fine with him in your room

he cuddles with you the rest of the evening before he has to go home and he makes sure to give you a bunch of forehead kisses or any other type of kisses.

i luv him <3

bokuto koutarou

okay sorry i had to use that gif cus HE’S SO THICC HIS ARMS BRO sorry sorry okay anyways

so you’re probably in hella pain one day but like you’re trying to get through the day with classes

usually you do work after school to wait for bokuto but this was a particularly bad day

so when you told bokuto that you’re gonna head home early he got all emo mode

“wha- do you not love me” and he has those dot eyes and you start to feel bad but like you’re in PAIN but you also know that he doesn’t particularly have the skill to tell how you’re feeling and stuff

ya gotta be really good at open communication with this kid

but open communication is good in general so like ya know

anyway, you’ll probably just tell him that you’re feeling sick because of your period or akaashi might mention something if he’s there

but anyway bokuto becomes hella understanding and tells you to rest up

during practice bokuto gets a little bit worried because he also wants to be a good boyfriend, ya know, so he probably talks to akaashi about all these things he’s going to do (it’s a little bit ,,, much. very extra LMAO)

but akaashi stops him and tells him that something small and simple might be best for you

so, he just makes sure to get some of your favorite snacks and runs on over to your place as soon as practice ends

once he gets to your place and you notice that he got you snacks and such it probably just makes your kokoro go doki doki LMAO

he probably apologizes for not really like realizing you were tired and in pain but you just make grabby motions towards him and he goes :D and dives into your bed, gently

he’s such a baby he probably rests his head ontop of your chest and like his legs are slotted against yours and you just hug him while playing with his hair

he lets you talk about your day and he talks about his day and as the two of you guys talk slowly the two of you fall asleep.

a/n: like i said in pt. 1, i was gon make parts of it nsfw because ya know, sometimes a little spice can help yo cramps LOL so if anyone wants an nsfw version i can do it, also again if someone wants other characters too ill do it. also im so sorry i felt a little lack of motivation for bokuto’s part im a clown

[reinvent-and-believe]

(wanderlust-t) F, K & S for the fanfic asks!! <3

Hi love, thanks for the ask! <3

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Best take care, witcher,” Jaskier teases softly, “a man could get used to such treatment.”

“Don’t,” Geralt grunts, but there’s no heat to it. He thoroughly inspects Jaskier’s neck, tilting his head one way then the other with two light fingers on his jaw. “Pain anywhere?”

“No pain.”

“Good.” Apparently satisfied, Geralt stands, undressing methodically and lying in his own bedroll. After a few moments of silence, he adds, “Wake me if anything hurts. Or if you have trouble breathing.”

Jaskier huffs a laugh, turning on his side to fix his companion with a rueful smile. “Geralt, have you ever known me to suffer in silence?”

ahahah turns out I hate all the dialogue I’ve ever written!!!! It look me forever to find something for this one lol. I like this little passage from another taste of heavenly rush all right, though; I like the gentle teasing from Jaskier and the gruff tenderness from Geralt.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

So most of my angsty thoughts are about Renfri, but honestly none of them quite compete with the angsty hell that is canon. I can’t out-angst that, that wistful look in her eyes while Geralt has a sword to her throat.

(aaaaand cw trans angst/social and medical discrimination/dysphoria) The rest of my angst primarily consists of angsty trans Geralt thoughts. I love modern AU trans Geralt fics, don’t get me wrong, but I really, really, really love the idea of trans Geralt within the canon setting. Geralt had gone through the trials and their accompanying hormones before he hit puberty, so few people realize he’s trans; even fewer know about the extra trials he was forced to endure because they realized they had a new body type to experiment on. So many things—the way he actively others himself to keep from getting close to anyone, the way others openly sexualize him without ever humanizing him to the point that when someone shows attraction he assumes they just want to fuck a freak of nature (see A Little Sacrifice which breaks me in half over and over again every time I think about it), his survival relying on his social awareness and ability to codeswitch on the head of a pin based on his interactions with the people around him (especially in the books and games), the forced sterility but finding himself a father anyway...I don’t know. Absolutely everything about Geralt as a trans man resonates with me endlessly.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I mean, I’ll never turn down a good only-one-bed fic. I’m not physically capable of it.

[bubblyani]

Treasure You (Pt. 2)

(Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

Part Two Of Lucifer Morningstar Two Shot

Rating : Mature

Author’s Note: So happy of how this part came about. Every moment I spent writing this was precious. Filled with right amount of Angst, Fluff and Smut, hope y’all enjoy this! 😈❤️

Part 1 HERE

With your legs shaking frantically, You were suddenly aware of the flesh covered frame that was your body even more. Staring at the sky through the glass window, you clearly felt alone enough to reminisce all that happened out loud. The sting that his stubble left on the soft skin of your neck, every inch of your thighs that received his touch were evident souvenirs. Souvenirs of the impossible and unexpected.

A little part of you longed to jump up and down, squeal in glee. But you wholeheartedly didn’t want to. Because it didn’t feel right.

Your logical reasoning made you question yourself: What are you really doing?

Putting your legs down, you sat right up. Exactly, why were you wasting your time sitting up here all alone, whilst the life of the party was downstairs. The ‘Life’ that was wrapped around your body a few minutes ago, to be exact.

Smoothing your hair, straightening your dress, reapplying your lipstick, your heels clicked as you rushed to the elevator.

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The elevator doors opened with their usual ding, revealing the amorous spectacle that was LUX. Only that your ears didn’t drown in loud music, but with just one voice commanding the room instead.

You froze. It was his voice.

“…and it is my great pleasure to have you all here tonight. Though I’ll be more than pleased to have you all here ever night...”

Laughter erupted from the crowd as Lucifer’s velvet voice continued to fill in, his humor amplified through the microphone.

Stepping out of the elevator, you saw him standing a few feet away to your right. As he raised his glass, Lucifer grinned to his fullest.

“Cheers...”

“CHEERS!” The crowd replied with glee, and with his signal, the music made its entrance, joyous cries were met, and  the party began.

You realized how even the simplest words sounded undeniably pleasing in his voice. Like how you realize it over and over again.

You watched him glide down the stairs , walking into the crowds with ease, with confidence. Dozens of glasses clicked to satisfaction, while dozen pair of eyes were blessed with his flashing smile. Surely the loins of all occupants would catch on fire, and he would be to blame.  Chuckling, you had to admit, you were always impressed by his charm.

Spinning around, Lucifer’s eyes suddenly caught your own, and you were surprised when he froze in response. His joyous expression had vanished, replaced with a serious one instead. Your heart grew heavy to see him look so vulnerable, as if he just let his guard down. This was not what you wanted from him. Turning away, you descended down the stairs in a flash, hoping to relieve him.

Should I just go?

Settling on an empty corner of a couch, you took in a deep breath, wondering why you thought that, and whether you should really act on it. Looking up, you longed to be distracted by the music that moved the bodies in hypnosis. Tapping your feet, you drank in how each frame moved in its own groove. It made you smile for a minute. For it was not so long before when you found yourself dancing here for the first time ever. You remembered oh so clearly.

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(A few months ago, LUX)

The wait outside was so worth it, for you were clearly having a great time at LUX. Upon your friend’s insistence, you may have stepped out the apartment with hesitation but you didn’t regret it one bit. Drowning in your own screams of happiness , flashing lights had nothing on you as a brighter smile flashed across your face while your limbs moved to the rhythm. You didn’t deny that more people stepped into the dance floor once you warmed it up a bit.  When you danced, you danced your worries away. The fire you had in you was not containable. And you could do nothing but cause Forrest fires wherever you extended your arms or swayed your hips.

“Oh my god...”

“It’s him...it’s him”

“He’s so hot”

The sudden shrill of your friends voices irritated you whilst your body rolled.

“Guys…” you panted, turning to face them “What the hell-“

You fell silent, upon seeing the figure that stood before you.

If Tall, Dark and Handsome had an official visual description, he would be the clear winner.

“I’m afraid you’re making us all look bad” He said,with his evident British accent.

“Huh?”  Genuine concern filled your face. But he merely smiled in return. Your friend was right. He was hot.

“My dancers…” he said, pointing at the women on the boxes, “...you’re making them look bad. Are you trying to steal their jobs?” He asked teasingly, his smile never leaving.

“Oh haha…” you laughed, covering your mouth “ that…I mean this…hehe” you looked down embarrassingly, “I thought you were being serious for a moment there…”

“Well I am…” the man replied, making you look back at him with raised eyebrows “I couldn’t help but be fascinated by what I just saw earlier ...you’re...quite the gifted dancer, filled  with the vigor I truly admire in you humans”

You chuckled, “You humans ? What are you? An alien?”

“Oh the Devil in fact...” he grinned widely.

Shaking your head, you said, “Well...the best moves are not for...everyone”

“Oh my…” you heard the sensuality in his curious tone, “... only the exclusive ones then?”

With hands on your waist, you took one more step, until you were merely inches away from his beautiful face.

“Just the one…” you purred, “...whoever is lucky”

“Ooooh...” he purred back, not holding anything back.

You swore his lips never looked so clear as it grew closer to yours.

Until you suddenly giggled.

“Ahahah…Was I doing it right?” You chuckled. Forcing him to furrow his eyebrows with confusion.

“Doing what?”

“Flirting...” you laughed, “...I’m really sorry...I’m normally not so good at it”

Realizing the situation, he laughed along with you.

“Well I find that hard to believe...” he said, extending his hand, “...Lucifer Morningstar”

“Y/N Y/L/N!” You said, holding his hand with no hesitation, “Very...very nice to meet you”

Suddenly you felt like your body and soul was a magnet, for you could not help but be drawn to him. But you knew it was clearly lust sneak attacking you.

“Please...Allow me to get the next round ladies” Lucifer hailed the bartender, inciting cries of  from your friends.

“Oh Wow…”

“Thank you Lucifer”

Smiling with soft eyes, you were definitely pleased with the result. And suddenly it was not lust that kept you company.

The DJ managed to get your attention out of the blue.

“Oh man…” you closed your eyes, “I loove this song!”

Throwing your hands up in the air, you spun around, tip toeing over to the dance floor once more. All your friends however, flocked around Lucifer like bees to honey. Their eyes were filled with desire that he wasn’t a stranger to. Therefore, your warm joyous ones proved to be more interesting.

It was only later that night on the way home, one of your drunk yet envious friends accidentally remarked how Lucifer Morningstar turned out to be worse than expected.

“What? How is it possible? I find that hard to believe...”

“Yeah, I bet it’s hard when you’re too busy dancing to even notice”

“What could he have possibly done? Did he grope someone?” You asked mockingly.

“Pft...he barely even paid any attention to any of us...”

“Well he’s a club owner...if he was looking at his phone ...maybe he was working probably...I don’t know”you said, taking a sip of your beer.

“Yeah...working his eyes on you...”

“Wha?...”your eyes widened, “Really?...” which came out softer than expected. Where did all the alcohol go? As you felt suddenly sober. Your friend nodded, snatching your bottle away while the other hailed a cab.

Shaking your head frantically, you rubbed your eyes.

Nope, that’s not possible.

Your curiosity didn’t stop you from stopping by the club again one night. Only it wasn’t the same.

“Ah...Ms. Y/L/N! You’re back!”

Lucifer Morningstar welcomed you with literal open arms the moment you stepped inside.

“Yeah...had quite a tiring day at work so...why not blow off some steam!” You smirked, as he guided you to the bar “although something strange did happen earlier...”

“Oh? ...do tell” he said with curiosity, ordering drinks while you sat.  

“Donald from outside...he immediately recognized me. Didn’t even let me wait on queue...” you chuckled, nodding to thank the bartender once you received your drink, suddenly making you pause.     “As if ...someone...remembered” you slowed down, realization rich in your voice as you looked at Lucifer’s proud face. With a low chuckle, he winked, making you catch your breath for a second.

“Well I couldn’t really forget a beautiful face...or...your face to be exact”  

“Hah...smooth move!”!

“Well you can’t blame me for trying...” he said, raising his glass.

“To a new friendship” he said.

You raised yours along with him.

“To Ms. Y/L/N!” He added. You shook your head.

“Y/N...please” you corrected, longing to hear him call out your name. Looking into your warm eyes, he toasted as the glasses clinked.

“Y/N...”

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(Present)

“Y/N!”

You were awakened from your short reminiscence as you heard Maze’s voice next to you. The beautiful young woman stood there, shoving a glass of whiskey in your hand.

“You look like you could use a drink” she said coolly.

“Thanks… I guess” you said, accepting it. With a slight nod, she left your sight.

No matter what she thought of you, you always adored Maze. You admired her ferocity and strength, and you certainly thought her to be beautiful.

Watching the ice cubes swim in the whiskey glass, you sighed heavily. You wanted to drink so badly.You wished to take in sips, with each sip helping you to wash away every single shitty feeling. But at the same time, you didn’t feel like it.

Everything felt so contradictory. It all felt uneasy, unanswered. You didn’t know what to do.

Before you worry yourself to exhaustion, you took a huge gulp.

Seeing Lucifer amongst those lucky women, seeing him play his flirtatious charm, seeing those innocent yet lust inducing touches here and there, left you a burn in your heart which did not seem so different from the burn you felt down your throat from that sip of whiskey.

Those burns revealed nothing but jealousy. You wished you were as carefree and adventurous as they were, for if you were you would certainly be there amongst them, happy and entranced.

But instead, there you were. Sitting on the corner, confused and envious, longing for him like an addict in withdrawal. Wishing he’d look your way with a smile instead of uncertainty.

What have you done?

Did you officially lose that close relationship you managed to build with this man?

Ever since your acquaintance, it did not take long for the both of you to form a special friendship. One where you two would unknowingly end up sharing countless nights sharing his stories and adventures with Detective Decker over glasses of whiskey or cups of tea at his penthouse. He would lean more towards the whiskey while you’d insist he cut down for the sake of his health.

“Bloody Hell! What are you ? My mother?” He’d laugh.

“If being concerned makes me your mother...so be it!” You’d say, as you involuntarily pinch his cheek.

“Ooops...” you’d say, “ that’s the whiskey in my tea acting out” giggling, you’d fall off your chair, erupting more laughter from him.

You chuckled, never tired of that  wonderful memory. But that chuckle suddenly faded for it was merely just a memory now.

Should I just go?

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Hours passed, and yet the party spirit continued to conquer the night. LUX was never a disappointment.

While the others indulged in a constant high, you were definitely stewing in an all time low. Your mind filled with a dozen questions.

Were you wrong to act out? To step out of the line?

Will awkward silences and nervous glances forever replace the warm greetings and passionate conversations? You dreaded it.

And just like that, another nightmare was just added to your list.

Should I just go?

Yes, maybe you should, You thought. Unmoved from your seat the whole evening, you certainly did feel like a complete fool that night.

Getting up in an instant, you walked towards the stairs with a heavy heart. If you leave now, you could at least cry yourself to sleep alone. Yes there will be tears, but at least it’ll help you sleep faster.

Just the thought of it made your nose itch, you wanted to disappear into thin air.

But you suddenly felt a strong grip on your wrist, pulling you back. Automatically turning, you found it was Lucifer standing next to you.

“Lucifer!” You exclaimed. His eyes remained serious and his grip remained tight. Was he watching you all this time?

But before you could speak further, you felt him drag you back from the stairs. Walking through the intoxicated crowds, you followed him with complete confusion.

“Uh...” you began, “Lucifer ...what’s going on?”

Every woman you passed shot nothing but looks of intense jealousy. Surprising how Lucifer Morningstar brought out the sin in everyone. He did not take you to the bar, nor to the dance floor, not even to the piano. Instead you climbed upstairs with him, only to face the elevator doors opening up before the both of you.

“Seriously...” you murmured with concern, as you both entered, “you’re making me worried now Lucifer...”

His gaze on you intensified as seconds went by, and the moment those doors closed, you felt your wrist being set free.

Allowing Lucifer to cup your face, capturing your lips with his instead.

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Sweet reminiscence bounced back to you as your lips made its entrancing journey with Lucifer’s own once again. His kisses had literal addiction written on them, intoxicating you more and more. Everything you could be, you became. You melted, you were intoxicated, you were liberated.

Seemed like you felt like a fool for clearly nothing.

With the elevator doors opening to his penthouse, Lucifer slowly guided you inside, lips still glued to yours with devotion.

The way he held you, safety was the only word you could describe it.

You felt him lowering himself slightly, just so that he could lift you up with ease, wrapping your legs around him. Lost in his lips, you hadn’t the slightest clue of your location until he finally broke away, setting you on top of the bar table.

Perched on the table with your legs spread wide, you sat there, with a face so flushed, and lips gratefully swollen. Heavy pants filled the background as he looked up at your state. For a second you felt like a part of divinity, for his gaze was filled with faith. Finally getting some strength in, you pushed yourself off the table, lightly landing on your tipped toes to find yourself standing in front of him. You found it adorable how he mildly reacted to your landing, making sure you’re alright. Hands infected with life, your slowly extended them out. Fingertips impatiently rested on his chest, grazing, moving further out till you were successfully able to push the jacket off his torso.

Lucifer Morningstar need not strip to arouse you, for his simple yet sophisticated white shirt covering his Adonis like frame sufficed more than ever. Grabbing you by the waist, his lips engulfed yours, inciting a gasp from you. This time his lips took their sweet time, as if he had all the time in the world. They even went far as to slowly allow his tongue take part, letting it beg its way into your own. You moaned as they entwined, deepening the kiss, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck to bring yourself closer. He may be savoring but he certainly did not waste his time either, for Lucifer’s hands found its way around the zipper of your dress, gently unzipping it down. You suddenly shivered by the contact of his fingers on your now-exposed back, making him break away with a concerned look.

“You okay?” He asked breathlessly. The softness in his voice was filled with intimacy that you had not experienced before. And you must admit it quite suited him as well. Flames birthed in you with such strength you did not need to reply with words. Pulling him back, you kissed him with enough passion to assure him you were more than okay.  

The passion was transferable, and doubling in Lucifer, the only way he could respond was surprising. Growling into your lips, you winced as you heard him tear the ends of your dress, letting it fall to the floor.

You didn’t hesitate quickly unhooking your balconette bra, tossing it aside quickly before pressing yourself against him even further.

Lips breaking away, Lucifer made his surprising discovery. No explanations required, he witnessed a little fantasy that had been dwelling inside you. Running your fingers over his shirt, you savored the material gingerly, whilst moving against his chest, allowing your bare breasts to be a part of the pleasure as your nipples hardened by the graze of the white shirt and the sculpted body beneath  it.

Lips parted, Lucifer had quite a hard time watching only you participating in the pleasure, especially when your lips rested on his Adam’s apple, placing feathery kisses all over it.

“Oh Y/N...” he breathed pleadingly, which seemed quite surprising. Before you could make a snarky remark, he shushed you with his kisses, swiftly lifting you up to carry you in his arms bridal style until ending up at his bedroom.

You felt your body bounce the moment it hit the bed, breaking you away from Lucifer whilst he stood before you. Slipping off your shoes , you quickly got up to see him unbuttoning his shirt in a rush that you have not seen. And for some odd reason, you felt the urge to help him out, bending down to untie his shoe laces.

Loud chuckles from Lucifer alerted you of his surprise.

“Y/N-“

“You’re welcome...” you said as you looked up with a smug expression.

And your good deed did not end up unappreciated, for you stood up to see him peeling off his shirt.

“You know...” you said, unbuckling his pants “...having an elevator open into your penthouse is real fancy and shit but... it’s quite the privacy killer sometimes, don’t you think?” You breathed into his cheek.

“Well... given the previous experiences I will not disagree with you” he replied, nose brushing against yours. You giggled.  

“But...” he said, with the firm grip of your arm, “...make no mistake, this will not be interrupted by anyone. Even if anyone comes through that door, I won’t...even ...notice”

His piercing gaze alongside his seriousness in those words certainly left you with more arousal. Not to mention when he successfully managed to strip down completely.

Truthfully you have seen him in his bare but confident glory before. But every time you did, you were polite and decent about it. You’d look away or tighten your temples with a firm sense to understand that it was merely a piece of anatomy and nothing more. But tonight, seeing the man you secretly and unknowingly harbored feelings for fully stripped down, certainly pressed some buttons of your own.

Backing away, you climbed on to the bed, moving back as he followed suit, his eyes fixated on you. He was the lion and you were the lamb. Except the lamb was impatient to be the prey.

Standing on your knees, you welcomed the lion’s pounce as Lucifer kissed you once again, holding you firmly by the waist. Your palms wandered frantically over his torso, filling you with greed for him. For he was simply and most definitely, irresistible.

The moment his hands left your waist, you broke away with a soft moan as they dug into your panties, cupping the bare flesh of your buttocks tightly.

Panting, you held his face, inhaling deeply wearing a pair of serious eyes.

“I’m not-“ you paused ,”I’m not like other women you’ve been with...” you said, shrugging your shoulders shyly “...clearly you can see I’m not...beautiful that way...”

Lucifer shot you a look of immense shock. As if you were blabbering words of insanity. Pressing your lips,You blushed with embarrassment.

“It’s tru-“

His hungry kisses kept you from finishing that sentence, pushing you back to the bed as a result. Taking your hands, he securely placed them on his neck. Instead of using comforting or contradicting words, he opposed your statement and clear insecurity with his lips. Given the man he was, you were pretty sure the women were the ones to throw themselves at him at a time like this. Therefore you were obviously surprised when you felt those hungry kisses wandered all over your body. His kisses lit small sparks of fire on you, and he was the devout and enthusiastic carrier of the flame. The kisses were even and generous, each one curiously moving from your jawline to your collarbone, to the curves and the buds of your heaving breasts, to your protruding hips. Your vocal responses were forthright, moans growing loud and free, impatient to show your appreciation. And those fires felt even hotter when you swore you felt his noticeable erection press against your thigh.

As if sharing telepathy, Lucifer came to your dire need, pulling your panties down in an instant. The region between your thighs was of abundant wetness, exposed to the open air for a few seconds. But it was clearly not when you were left with a loud gasp as he quickly inserted himself in you.

Eyes lost in each other, bodies wrapped around one another, you held on to his ethereally yet sinfully beautiful face. You held with heart, while Lucifer Morningstar began to move inside you, while he set off to discover new found passions for you, while he finally proceeded to make amorous love to you.

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Your eyes fluttered, like the wings of a butterfly as you woke up to the soft melody created by piano keys. It soothed you. It made you smile. It relieved you to know, that he was nearby. Lucifer was nearby.

The rays of the morning sun filtered through the glass window, falling on your naked back as you slowly sat up. The way the keys were tickled the music  encouraged you to drag yourself out of empty bed, put on the white shirt that was laying on the floor, to tip toe your way out to see Lucifer playing the piano.

You dared not interrupt, but merely stood there to listen in silence. Lively would be his usual mood, but this morning his fingers spoke nothing but gentleness with heart. You watched him with pride, you listened to him with The moment the last note was hit, he turned back to you.

“Sorry if I woke you...”

You shook your head, “Don’t…It was the best alarm ever” you said with a smile. He smiled back shyly.

“I couldn’t help it…”

“And that’s great cause you know how much I love to watch you play...” you said, with your hands clasped together and much enthusiasm , “I make the most noise when you hit those keys with passion...ah!”

Realizing the possible dirty imagery that could be behind it, along with his naughty expression borne as a result, you snorted with laughter, covering your mouth. Tempted by the sight of him patting his lap as an invitation, You walked towards him. Wearing just his boxers, he wrapped one arm around you as you sat down.  

His eyes widened with surprise after you swooped in to give a tender but long peck on his cheek.

Humming softly, Lucifer moved towards  your lips, surprised even more when you placed your fingers to stop him.

“...my morning breath...” you murmured, wearing a nervous smile, “it must be horrible...” you hated that you suddenly felt so conscious of the smallest things. Saving you the train of thoughts, Lucifer held you by the chin, leaning forward to kiss you deeply. With his tongue embracing your own in a hurry, he proved you wrong once again.

“Oh...” he sighed, forehead pressed against yours, “ I should stop before I carry you back to bed again”

“Oh wow...” you chuckled shyly.

“This ...”he said, thumb grazing over your lips, looking at you, “...this was long long overdue”

“It was...” you said, breathless by his touch.

Lucifer paused for a few seconds, “Earlier you asked me, why I let you stick around”

You nodded in acknowledgment. Holding your hand tightly, he inhaled deep.

“It’s because I consider you as my equal”

This was definitely not what you expected. Putting your other hand over his, you listened.

“The respect you showed me was genuine. I felt respected” he said, “Not that I ever needed  anyone’s approval but, as a club owner, as a businessman, with my adventurous habits, you didn’t take your time to judge, nor were you hungry to gain something from me in return”.

He said, a warm smile growing in his face.

“You were sincere. You are sincere. It...” he paused, “...comforted me”

“Lucifer...” you said, your tone laced with softness. For you could not believe what you just heard, “Of course I respect you” you continued, “ You’re my dearest friend” you said, pinching his stubble cheek.

“I just never thought you’d have feelings further than that...” you said with a smile, to which he chuckled deeply.

“Oh believe me...” he began, “...it was quite the difficult task to wipe your image out of my head, regardless of all the women” he said, “I mean...with them It was always enjoyable to be fair...”

You scoffed whilst nodding.

“ I bet it was…” you continued, “...some of those women are just breathtaking…”

“Yes...” he added, “...but…I’d always have a moment, wondering how it would have been if was you instead. You in my arms, all to myself” his voice suddenly hinted lust.

“Good...” you replied, “I’m glad I have that effect” you said, running your own fingers over his lips.

“It was strange indeed...” Lucifer remarked, his tone quickly changing to curiosity, “We had endless nights of spending time together, yet not once did I see you look at me with the carnal fascination and desire you showed last night”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Well what can I say...” you shrugged with a proud smile , “I’m very good at friend-zoning people. Until last night, that is “ you said, biting your lower lip.

“Oh Y/N…last night, for a minute it felt like it was a dream...” he said, “ ...like it was an illusion or something temporary that I couldn’t get my grasp on-“

“But I’m here. I’m still here” you assured him, “It happened for real. This is real” you held his face adoringly, taking a deep breath for you needed some courage as you continued:

“I’m in love with you Lucifer”

“Don’t...”

He said, quickly holding your hands. You were confused, especially when he kissed them with desperation.

“I don’t want you to regret those words...” he said with a solemn expression. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Why would I regret them?” You scoffed with surprise, “Last night…i regretted nothing”

“There’s...” he hesitated, “...something you need to know…about who I am”

“Whats there to know?...you’re ‘Lucifer’ Morningstar...of course I know” you suddenly began talking in high speed, as if he were to disappear any moment, “What? Did you do something? Are you a criminal ? Cause guess what? I don’t care...I love you anyways” you stopped, realizing how desperate you were yourself.

Lucifer smiled with a hint of sadness.

“ No, I’m not a criminal...I’m far worse. I’m the devil”

“Of course I know that” you said, “You’ve told me many times”

“No...but I really am”

“What do you mean? I-“

Your eyes widened as that red glint in his eyes from earlier, reappeared once again. And suddenly the red was not only in his eyes anymore. Yet your hold on him did not loosen.

Speak of the devil.

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A/N: Hope you all enjoyed it. Thank you for reading.

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[far-cry-all-the-time]

This fic was requested by @everly27 ! I hope this is what you had in mind when you messaged me...

Decided to call the Deputy Rook cause it’s just easier to give her a name ahahah !

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Pairings : Jacob Seed x Female Deputy

Warnings : smut !

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Rook finally spotted the cabin despite the darkness of the forest. She had been walking for so long, her eyes had gotten used to the night. But if her sight was good, the rest of her body was slowed down by the cold and the dampness of her clothes wasn’t helping... Nevertheless, she dragged herself to the empty cabin with all the strength she had left and forced the window to enter.

In less than a minute, her wet clothes were on the ground. It was cold in the cabin, but at least the wind couldn’t get her there. She crossed her arms in front of her, trying to get all the warmth she could. She then tip-toed around the room to find the light switch.

“Fuckin’ light switch,” she cursed through her teeth. For some reason, it felt like some light would warm her up.

Suddenly, she heard a click and the light was back on.

“Looking for this, pup ?”

She turned around to find Jacob Seed, his red handgun pointed at her and a smug smile on his lips. His free hand was resting near the light switch she had been eager to find. Her heart almost skipped a beat. She‘d expected the cabin to be empty...

“What the fuck are you doing here ?” she spat, too surprised to be scared or to care about the gun pointed at her chest.

“Could ask you the same damn question.”

Realizing he had the upper hand, she decided to be honest, “I fell in a stream and I needed to find shelter. I would’ve froze outside.”

“So that’s why you’re half naked.”

Her cheeks went ablaze despite her still feeling cold. Until he pointed it out, she had almost forgotten the fact that she was only in her panties and undershirt.

“Damp clothes,” she shyly added, doing her best to hide her body with her posture.

Jacob nodded and put the gun back in his thigh holster. Rook raised a brow ; she was expecting him to throw her out in the cold to die or to at least tie her up and bring her to his brother... But he just sat on the couch, not even paying attention to her.

“So you’re not gonna put a bullet in my head or something ?” she almost whispered, maybe more for her than for him.

“Joseph would kill me ; he wants you alive.”

“Oh... how flattering. I should probably thank him then.” A dry chuckle escaped her lips and she was surprised to see Jacob smirk.

“You should.”

Rook didn’t know what to do. She still didn’t know why Jacob was in the cabin, but the weather outside was getting worse so he probably wasn’t going to leave any time soon...

“Staying here until the weather gets better ?” she asked, just to be sure.

“Went hunting and was caught in the storm,” he confirmed.

“And you’re okay with me staying here too ?”

“If I wasn’t, you would already be back out there pup.” The dark tone of his voice made her shiver ; she tried to convince herself that it was the cold.

She nodded. A ceasefire of some sort, she thought. Feeling a bit safer, she decided to find something to warm her up. After checking the small kitchen, she discovered that the gas was still on ; a tea would be a good start. While boiling the water, she felt Jacob’s gaze on her a few times... She did her best to pay no attention to it. When the water was finally hot enough, she took out two cups, dropped some teabags she had found in a cupboard in them, and filled both of them. When she handed Jacob one, his eyes widened. His surprise looked so genuine, so raw... It made her heart pound in her chest.

“Thank you,” he breathe, almost inaudible.

They drank in silence. Rook almost talked at least 10 times, eager to know more about the red herald. So unattainable, so intimidating... And suddenly so close. She didn’t quite understand what pushed her to be so interested by him. Maybe it was the few things she had heard about his past ; or maybe was it the iciness of his eyes... She wasn’t sure.

When he finished his tea, Jacob sighed and Rook had never seen him so at peace. He put down his cup and took off his famous fatigue jacket before throwing it on Rook.

“Cover yourself up.”

She felt like it was his way of thanking her for the tea. She muttered a thank you and put the jacket on. It smelled of cigarette and dirt... But, somehow, it didn’t bother her. When Jacob turned around and looked at her in his jacket, something indescribable glowed in his eyes. Rook saw a muscle twitch in his jaw and, suddenly, he stood up and cleared his throat.

“It’s getting late, I need some sleep.”

Rook stood up as well, the jacket covering her to mid-thighs.

“You can sleep in the bedroom, I’ll take the couch,” he added. His eyes stayed on the ground ; he seemed almost afraid to look at her.

“No, you were here first ; take the bed.”

He nodded and left as quickly as he could, turning the light off as he got into the bedroom. Rook settled on the couch, holding the jacket close to her. If the tea had helped, she was still freezing... But she managed to fall asleep anyway.

When she woke up, the cabin was still plunged in darkness. She was shivering, almost paralyzed by the cold. She stood up, her knees almost breaking under her weight...

“Stop it,” she heard. For a moment, she even thought she had imagined the voice... But another “no, stop it,” convinced her it was real. It was real and it came from the bedroom. She hesitated for a while, but finally opened the door and looked inside.

“Jacob ?” she called shyly. The man was turning around in his sleep, his hands grabbing the mattress and his eyebrows drawn together in a painful frown. Rook got closer, repeating his name again and again and again, hoping he’ll finally hear her. When she arrived next to the bed, she saw how distressed he looks and it made her heart ache... Without thinking, she raised her hand and the tip of her fingers brushed his cheek.

The pain in her wrist was stronger than the cold when Jacob woke up and grabbed her hand before twisting it. She cried out, surprised and afraid.

“What the fuck,” Jacob breathed, apparently just as surprised as her. He let go of her hand and sat up straighter on the bed.

“I’m sorry. You were talking in your sleep and it looked like you were having a nightmare or something.”

“So you just came in here ?”

“I’m sorry, I-“

“You’re freezing.”

Rook’s cheeks turned red when she realized that Jacob’s hand was still on hers.

“Yeah,” was the only thing she managed to say.

“Come here,” Jacob asked softly, making room for her on the small bed. Rook’s eyes widened... Was he serious ?

“What ?”

“Don’t be a child. You’re freezing and I don’t feel like burying your body tomorrow morning,” he explained. “Now come here.”

Weirdly embarrassed, but too cold to argue, Rook got in the bed next to him. He pulled the covers over her and, almost instantly, Rook got as close to him as she could. His skin was warm, protective.

“Take off the jacket,” he whispered. She suddenly realized how close they were and felt her heart pound in her chest. He must have seen how confused she looked because he added, “Skin against skin ; you’ll get warmer faster.”

She nodded and obeyed. When she laid down again, she realized he had taken off his shirt. It made sense ; but it sure as hell made her feel some type of way... They laid down silently for a long time, his breath tickling the back of her neck. And, after a while, Rook felt something against her. She held her breath when she realized it was the bulge in Jacob’s boxer.

“I don’t... I don’t exactly control it, ya know ?” he mumbled. It sounded like he was embarrassed and it made Rook chuckle.

When he tried to move, Rook turned around. Their eyes locked and suddenly she wasn’t able to look anywhere else. Without truly realizing what she was doing, she leaned in and kissed him. His lips were warm, burning, soft. She felt a rush of adrenaline and it felt better than the tea or the jacket.

Even though Jacob kissed her back, he ended up by pulling away, leaving her freezing again and craving more.

“What-“

“Shut up,” she commanded gently, “let’s not think about this too much. Alright ?”

“Alright.”

The grin on his face was priceless and actually turned Rook on even more. She threw herself at him, quickly straddling him while her lips where travelling from his lips to his collarbone. Something raw was now burning inside of her and she couldn’t restrain herself from lightly biting the soft skin of neck. He groaned in response and tried to pin her down on the bed. She fought back, one of her hands pulling on his hair. He groaned again ; this time more surprised than pleased... This was starting to look more like a fight than anything else.

But, when Rook’s hand slipped in his boxer, Jacob suddenly stopped fighting. She freed his cock from the tight fabric and did her best not to grin at his satisfied face.

“Not so feisty now, are we ?” she whispered in his ear before kissing him again.

“How about you shut up now pup, hm ?”

They both smiled and Rook quickly got rid of her panties and searched for a condom in the nightstand. She sighed in relief when she found one and climb back on Jacob. While opening the plastic wrapper, she bent down and teased him with the tip of her tongue. He grinned and the way he looked at her shook her to the core. In less than a second, the condom was on and they were kissing again.

She gasped when she felt the round slick head of his cock rubbing around her entrance. Still, he stopped for a second, his eyes scanning her face. Almost unable to talk, she simply nodded and kissed him again. He rolled his hips and a cry left Rook’s lips when he entered her. She had to take a minute for her tight walls to adjust to his girth... But she quickly started to bounce up and down, taking in as much of him as she was able to.

Jacob’s hands were grabbing the side of her hips so hard she was pretty sure it would bruise... Each thrust was sending a wave of warmth and pleasure through Rook’s whole body and her moans were almost echoing in the lost cabin.

“You gonna... hmm... wake up the bears,” Jacob joked inbetween his own groans. They both smiled and she slid down on him again, harder. After a few more roll of Rook’s hips, Jacob moaned louder and added, “Almost there.” When he came, his nails dug into the smooth skin of Rook’s back even harder, drawing blood.

Rook’s orgasm hadn’t reached its climax, but she felt satisfied anyway. But, before she could even realize what was happening, Jacob was finally pinning her down on the mattress. He slowly made his way to her breast, lifting her shirt so he could lick one of her nipples. She giggled, surprised.

“We’re not done here,” he almost warned, a flame in the back of his cold blue eyes.

He left kisses all the way down her stomach, until he finally reached her center. Jacob definitely knew what he was doing. In just a few seconds, Rook was panting and grabbing the sheets as hard as she possibly could. She felt him giggle against her clit and it sent vibrations in her whole body.

When he was finally done, he moved back up and laid down next to her. They were both breathing heavily, a dumb smile on their lips. After a while, Jacob cleared his throat.

“You’re still feeling cold ?”

“Is that your way of asking me if I’m up for round two ?” Rook laughed.

They both grinned at each other. None of them had planned for this to happen, but they were both pleased with the outcome.

“It might.”

Gently, Rook dragged herself on top of him and crashed her lips on his. The kiss was soft and surprisingly loving. Jacob’s hands travelled her back, his callous finger tickling the soft skin of her sides. She put her head on his shoulder and, in less than a minute, she was asleep. Jacob pulled the covers on top of their bodies and, soon enough, he fell asleep as well...

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The end is a bit anticlimactic but I hope y’all enjoyed it anyway ! 💖 Sorry it took so long.

[saturatedworld]

“CONFESS.”

February is over, and so is the Feast of the Exceptional Rose. Londoners have casted their masks aside and wrapped up gift-giving business as they return to their usual routine, until next year.

That was what Chizuru thought, until a man in a hooded cloak and cat skull mask showed up before his door. “Confess.” The masked man demanded again.

This is awkward. He needs to say something. Anything. “C-confess what?”

“Your errors.”

“E-eh…?”

Terribly awkward. What does this man want? Actually, has he met this man before? There is a sense of familiarity in how he pronounced his r.

They can’t keep standing there. Not to mention that day off is meant for rest; he still feels pain in where his eye was. Yes, that’s it. He slowly closes the door as he says, “I’m sorry, sir. I’m not feeling well now, so I need to go….”

The masked man pushes the door open and barges in. Panic creeps in as well.

“Sir, I’m sorry, but—”

“Confess.” The masked man repeated again, this time in another tongue. A tongue Chizuru used to speak back in his old life, back on the Surface.

The hood slides off to reveal black hair. He knows this man. “Shiki-kun…?”

No reply. Chizuru closes the door, only the two of them together now. If this is his cousin, then it’s perhaps time to….

He puts on a warm smile. ”Please sit down. Would you like a cup of tea?” He asks, but still no answer. The panic that entered his mind earlier turns back into an awkward feeling.

When he returns with cups and a pot of tea, he is glad to see his guest has sat down—with the lack of response earlier, he wouldn’t have been surprised to see him still standing. After he has placed the cups and pot on the table between them, he asks, “Would you like to choose your cup?”

His guest, without any word, makes his choice with the gesture of one finger.

Two cups filled with tea, the aroma filling the space between them. Chizuru drinks from his cup first, then smiles as if reassuring there was nothing suspicious about the tea. Only then his guest takes off his mask.

His eyes are red. Redder than the tea he drinks. Red as wine. Red as blood.

The paining gap hidden behind his bandages throbs. Keep quiet now.

“You know why I'm here, right?”

“Shiki… no, sorry, it's Leonard now, isn't it?” Chizuru corrected himself. He glances at the door then the window. “Is Vlad here too?”

“He will not be happy when he finds out I have come to see you.” Leonard places the cup back on its saucer as he throws a sharp look at his cousin. “Please don't change the topic.”

“Right. Sorry.”

Leonard holds his mask on his lap, staring at his cousin in measured expectation. Chizuru, meanwhile, can only guess what his cousin wants from him.

His smile takes a resigned tone. “I'm sorry, I can't leave this city yet. There is still something I must do.”

No response. Is he mad? Well, he has every reason to be. With a stare that cold, what else could it be?

“Oh, don’t worry, it has nothing to do with our family in—”

“I know that.” Leonard replies, “It's hard to ignore how you conducted your investigations.”

Chizuru froze for a moment, like a child caught sneaking to steal from the cookie jar. After a while, he starts laughing. “Ahahah. I'm a mess on my own, aren't I?”

“You weren't on your own.” Leonard hisses, “You were with my husband.”

Chizuru paused again, recalling the words he has exchanged with the Romanian. When he has reassembled his thoughts, he replies, “I have told him to stay away from my business.” A sliver of regret in his tone. “But our goals overlap, so I suppose it couldn't be helped.”

Leonard’s expression hardens. “I saw you with Mrs Osborne too.”

“Oh, yes, she showed me around the University. A very kind lady, isn’t she?”

“How many more until you are satisfied?”

Those words froze Chizuru again. How many?

“You killed not insignificant number of players of the Game.” The hands holding the mask are trembling. “You killed my father.”

Chizuru casts his sight downward as he whispers one heavy word, “...Yes.”

“Do you plan to take my new family away too? I won’t let you.”

His stare is intense; it was as if burning flames gave colour to his eyes. He has yet to forgive. He may never will.

As the thought dawns on him, Chizuru’s already weak smile wavers. “You get it all wrong, Leonard. I don’t have such plan. I would never….”

“Laci—Vlad acts odd whenever he returns from seeing you. The madam too. It’s always like that. It happened to father too. They orbit you, and then….” The grip on the mask tightens.

“I never… intended any of that.” He murmurs. Memories from those days come rushing in.

“I will not let you take my family again. I refuse to go through that again, do you hear me?”

“I’m sorry.” One by one, each cutting him inside.

“Do you even know how I felt back then? Forgotten and ignored. Meanwhile you received attention from everyone, even my own father. And then you—”

“I.... I never wanted that. I never wanted any of that!” Chizuru at last raises his voice, silencing Leonard in turn. He remembers those days, when someone watched his every move. “I never wanted their attention! I never wanted to be in that position!” Those days, when they moved him like a pawn. “I never wanted to… I never wanted to kill your father.”

Oh, there he said it. The truth that he could never tell his cousin before. Leonard appears stunned by it.

Not long after, his lips twitched, followed by another barrage of words. “Why did you kill him then?! What was your problem?! What excuse do you have to make my life hell?!”

“Your father never knew boundary. He thought he could persuade me with enough promises, then threats. And I….” There was no excuse. He remembers it all; the conversation, his bloodied hands, those last words. His hands move to cover his face; he can’t face his cousin like this. “I’m sorry, Leonard. I lost myself. I’m sorry.”

“And you expect me to trust you?” Leonard asks, once again has regained control of his tone.

Chizuru shakes his head.

Leonard grits his teeth. “You—”

“I understand if you can't trust me. Even I can't trust myself either. I attract death. But please, please believe my story.” He shows his face again with his plea, to look at his cousin in the eyes. “I never wanted to hurt my own family. I’m sick of it all. If I hurt my new friends too, I would be….” Is his expression one of worry? Desperation?

“What matter does it change? You are still a murderer.”

Quiet again. Leonard is right; it doesn’t change the fact that he has taken lives. Chizuru knows he would be wary too if he was in his cousin’s position. Around him, calamity can befall one anytime, just like what happened to Nagato….

“Why did you kill players of the Game?”

The unexpected question interrupted Chizuru’s thought. Why? He tries, but he can't look at his cousin’s face again. It took a moment before he can answer, “It was an order… no, a request.”

“The Cheesemonger.” Leonard says, “I foiled her plan once. I thought the Aviary have silenced her, but….”

“I think she and I are the same—we are both sick of losing our families to the Game. And I’m sick of seeing my gentle approach failing to bring result.” A pause. Chizuru then shows his face again, revealing a pained smile. “I realized after everything was over: it’s all a lost cause, including myself.”

Leonard stands from his seat. From under the mask, he has pulled out a knife and pointed it at the neck of the man before him.

Chizuru, still smiling, tilts his head as he watches his cousin. “Can’t do now, Leonard. I have yet to avenge Nagato.”

“Why should I care?” Leonard hisses.

“You may kill me after that, if you wish so. I won’t run.”

Neither of them says anything. The knife in Leonard’s hand stays pointed at his neck. Chizuru keeps looking with a sad smile. A moment frozen by tension, as if it was eternity.

The first to break it was Chizuru. “An agent was sent by the family to bring me back.” He informs, “I refused him, but he insisted on it. So I threatened him, I will kill myself if he forced me to.”

Leonard stays still, unperturbed. Perhaps he now thinks that is exactly what his despicable, pathetic cousin should do.

Chizuru begins loosening the bandage around his head. “So to proof to him I won’t hesitate if it came to that, I showed him this.” The bandages fall off, showing a gaping hole. Red. Dark. Empty. Red. Red.

The knife wavers for a second.

“You can trust me to keep my words. You may kill me after I have finished that business.” Chizuru reassures him.

Red. The colour of the knife plunged into his shoulder. The colour of his eyes.

“Next time it will be laced with Cantigaster’s.”

Those words, too, felt as if they were coloured red. They bring a strange sort of relief.

When Chizuru notices Leonard walking toward the door to leave, he cannot help but stop his cousin by grabbing his shoulder. Leonard throws a glare at him without a second thought. Chizuru takes a step back, but he still needs to say it while he remembers.

“One last thing. It’s about your father… something I never got to tell you back then.”

Leonard, in silence, judges his words.

When he is sure he has his cousin’s attention, Chizuru continues, “Your father loved you until the end. The only names he said with his last breath were yours and your mother’s.”

For a short moment, Leonard shows a different expression than what he has had in the entire meeting. He puts his mask back on and departs immediately after.

And so it was set. He will kill the culprit responsible for the lost of his beloved’s life, and then his cousin may take his life for the same sin. The pain of his missing eye and his shoulder will be nothing. It can’t be more perfect.

Meanwhile, their tea has gone cold.

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Ao3 Link

Chapter 1 NSFW

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 NSFW

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 NSFW

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 NSFW

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15 NSFW

Chapter 16

Chapter 17 NSFW

Chapter 18

(I know it’s a bit early but since no ficlet this week cause I can’t manage my time >< here you go!)

This new life was just too good.

Too good...

Mic knows all good things come to an end.

                                                        Chapter 18

“Mind if we take a little detour?” the blonde asked Emi.

“Well since I’m not U.A bound, I guess,” she grinned. “What for?”

“Just wanted to pick the kids up something...like a snack.”

“Oh! Ice cream! It’s really humid and hot!”

“Hmmmm Girly and Shining Boy are lactose intolerant...and so am I,” Mic thought for a moment. “Though popsicles could be good.”

“Dude, you’re lactose intolerant!? You poor thing!”

Mic shrugged. “It’s not that bad.”

“If I couldn’t eat my mocha ice cream it’d be...udder chaos.”

The blonde choked as hands clamped over his mouth as he laughed.

--

Emi watched as the blonde meticulously looked at the back of several cartons of popsicles. “I don’t think any of those have milk in them.”

“Checking for artificial sweeteners,” Mic explained as he looked over to her. “ ‘parently they can fuck with Sugar Rush’s Quirk.”

The outburst hero giggled some. How sweet! He knew things like that about Shouta’s kids. The other hero managed to reel in a keeper.

“These should do,” Mic grinned.

“To the check-out!” Emi announced as she struck a dramatic pose, enjoying that the blonde seemed to have found it amusing. She might hurt Shouta if he left this guy, he WILLING laughs at her antics.

“So you do you just do volunteer work for that, ah Purrs and Paws place?”

Mic looked to her. “Hm? Ah nah, I help at Wings of Refuge, Open Doors Open Hearts, and Empty Shelves as well. I also pop in and out minor events too, like the health and support show, Board Walk of Life and such.”

Emi grinned. People like Mic are true heroes. Giving their all, and helping those that sadly heroes just can’t get to. She asked minor questions here and there as the approached the register; how long he’s been doing volunteer work, any interesting stories, things of those matters.

The blonde eagerly answered. It was so...refreshing to have somebody actually asking about these things. As if they wanted to know more about him for what he does as Yamada and not as Mic.  It was… a nice change.

When Mic set down the packages of popsicles he could already feel a wave a of discomfort. A young man was in front of them. Possibly earlier twenties at the oldest, with a little girl in his cart. Looking at the total displayed on the screen and back to the items he had at the counter. The blonde watched as little by little he moved things off to the side in hopes of bringing the total down.

Glancing past him, he saw that the little girl, who was being a lot quieter than what would have been expected. Green eyes widened some, as he took in the little girls flushed face and she was wrapped in two sweaters.

His eyes darted back to the register and saw the pile of items still being pushed aside. “How short is he? For all of it?”

The young man, cashier, and even Emi looked to him.

“A-about 1900 yen,” the cashier stated.

Mic looked to the young man who pulled up his hood on his sweater, in attempt to hide his face...the blonde bit his lip. They man was feeling, ashamed…”I got this.”

“No wait-you don’t--”

Mic held up his hand and gave a smile to the young man. “It’s alright, just, pass the good deed along...alright?”

The young man looked to him and nodded. Mic could see the wetness gathering in his eyes.

The cashier smiled and nodded.

Emi sighed  happily. Yep, it was official. If Shouta left him, Emi would probably take Mic in exchange then.

The man thanked Mic as he headed out of the store. Mic couldn’t help but to keep smiling as he stepped up next.

“You know that was probably just a scam,” a voice asked from behind.

Mic blinked, smile falling as he looked back. An older woman, well ok maybe she was about in her thirties as well but still. She was, decently dress, and had an arfull of items, and an annoyed look on her face. “E-exsqueeze me?” Mic asked.

“You probably just got scammed out of 2000 yen,” she stated.

Oh….oh! Heaven FORBID some poeple struggle, Mic inwardwadrly thought. OF COURSE people would just scam others for juice, crackers, and veggie mix. SURE!How could he have been so--

“AHAAH!!! Good one!” Emi was holding her stomach as she laughed. As she straightened herself up she looked to the woman...and blinked. “W-wait...you’re serious? You’re, ACTUALLY, being serious?”

The tone the outburst hero was using was enough to make the other woman flush and shift her stance slightly embarrassed. And Emi just kept staring at her, as Mic proceeded with his order. The longer Emi stared the deeper the flush grew; until the woman muttered a quick ‘excuse me’ and rushed back into one of the aisles.

“Let’s go,” Mic said in a tight voice.

The green haired woman nodded as they went out. She was a bit concerned for Mic...it almost felt like was was holdin--

As soon as they were out and around the corner Mic laughed. Laughed so loud Emi thought she could feel the ground shake as he curled forward arms wrapping around himself.

“Holy shit! AHahahhhha-h-holy--ehehehaha shit!” Mic tried to speak through his laughing, he could even feel his eyes watering. “T-that was--ahahah--that was fucking amazing!” He looked to her and grinned. “She was so embarrassed! I swear she was seconds from just, ehehahha, bursting into flames!”

Emi was laughing with him before she realized it. “I-it was, ahahaha, so stupid though! I thought--ahahahah, I though she HAD to of been joking!”

Mic nodded as his laughter finally died down to snickering and he stood up. He looked to Emi who was wiping a tear from her eye. He extended a hand to her. “Yamada.”

“Ah, what?” She looked at him confused.

“Just...call me Yamada, Mic is...ah--”

“Oh! OK!” she grinned and took his hand and shook. “Yamada it is!”

Mic grinned. “Thanks for this LaughRiot.”

“LaughRiot?”

The blonde smiled. “I give nicknames to people I like.”

Emi blinked before she grinned. “I like it!”

--

Mic waved as Emi headed off after she dropped him off at the dorms. Had to admit, he kinda felt bad for judging her so fast. She was actually are really good person. He sighed as headed in. As he made his way to the kitchen area, he saw gathered in the opened common area most of the kids.

Some studying, some watching tv, some playing a card game. Even some of the 1-B kids were there too, and that one GenEd student as well.

“Yama-san!” Uraraka looked up from her book. “Everything alright? You said there was an emergency.”

Mic smiled. “Everything’s good now, special guest at the shelter,” he explained as he pulled out one of the boxes from the bag and opened them.

“Special guest--oh!” Uraraka asked and jumped a bit as he tossed her a popsicle. “Ah! Thank you Yama-san!”

“Yeah, heard about the break in at the at Open View?”

“Ah yeah it was playing all morning, Midoriya nodded and caught a popsicle tossed his way.

Mic nodded, as he continued handing out the treats. “Turns out there was an otter that was lost, or stuck somewhere, and he needed to be held up somewhere.”

Uraraka and Ashido’s eyes widened and sparkled some. “YOU GOT TO PLAY WITH AN OTTER!?”

The blonde laughed. “Not really play, more like babysit...and teach the little brat how to swim...oi PunchGirl, SteelBoy, heads up.” He tossed a popsicle to Kendo and TetsuTetsu.

“Thanks Yama-san!” TetsuTetsu grinned.

“Thank-you so much!”

“Still!” Ashido grinned. “That sounds like it was so much fun!”

Mic chuckled. “Guess it kinda was... yo MindMelt, think fast,” he answered and tossed a popsicle to Shinso, who caught it. He headed into the kitchen to put the extras away before he grabbed himself one and headed back out.

On the TV a breaking story about Shionama played and Mic couldn’t hold back his scowl. Though that almost dropped instantly when he saw that the man was under investigation.

“For fucks sake finally,” Mic huffed as he leaned over the back of the couch.

“Ah, you don’t like Shionama-san?” Midoriya asked.

“The guys a fucking snake,” Mic huffed, not noticing Uraraka was pouting, and nodding in agreement with him.

“But he’s one of the highest donors to several of the largest charities in the city with the events he put on,” Tenya stated. “Not to mention he helped with the housing issues in the center of the city.”

The blonde scoffed. “Please, those high donations? Wanna know how much of those donations from those events ACTUALLY go to the charity?”

“What?! You mean it doesn’t all go!?” Kaminari asked.

“2%,” Mic snorted. “Two fucking percent goes.”

“...which means that less than 19000 yen, according to the numbers of the last event at least,” Shinso stated under his breath.  “If you wanna example, I mean.”

“That’s awful!” Kendo stated.

“Way unmanly!” Kirishima agreed.  

“Where the fuck does the other 98% goes then!?” Bakugou asked, taking everyone aback. It’s not like the two blondes didn’t get along...but it was the first time anyone seen the explosion user actually respond to the voice user.

“The hell do you think? His pocket to pay for the ‘expenses’ for putting on said events,” Mic stated.

“That’s bullshit,” the explosion used huffed and chomped a large piece of the popsicle off its stick.

“And those low income housings?” Mic continued. “Fucking...MY place had better upkeep. Shit, yeah sure, some areas were bad, and didn’t look pretty but at least all the windows actually fucking opened and I didn’t have to worry about exposed wires.”

“He also doesn’t pay his construction people fully,” Uraraka huffed.

The blonde blinked and looked down.

“Uraraka-san?” Midoriya frowned.

“Uraraka-kun!” Tenya exclaimed.

“He...he pays part of it, upfront like he should…” she frowned. “B-but then, when it comes to paying the second part when they’re all done…” she trailed off. Not needing to finish.

“Tch...as if I needed another reason to hate the fucker,” Mic grumbled.

It was silent, as the news played one.

“...so…” it was Bakugou who broke it. “You fucked with him before?”

Mic couldn’t stop the grin. “Hell yeah I did...drained his account three fucking times.”

“B-but that’s stealing!” Tenya stated.

“Relax Glasses, I drain it after an event.”

“That’s worse!”

“No it ain’t,” he huffed and looked at the engine user. “I make it as an anonymous donation to the actual fucking charity.”

Midoriya was muttering to himself. “They probably think it’s from Shionama-san still, since it seems that if they know his account is regularly hack, it would make sense to have it be done through another party. Probably don’t bother to look into where it’s being donated from...then again Yama-san more than likely covers his tracks so he can’t be traced...but if that’s the case it’s what makes Shionama-san look better than he is. But Shionama-san knows something going on but can’t denying it, and if that’s the case--”

Mic just stared at the boy. “Uhhh Mini-Might, yer doin’ that thing again.”

Midoriya jumped and looked around to see everyone staring at him. “I..ah...um…”

The blonde snickered a bit. “Well that would explain why people would still think this asshole is as great as he is,” Mic sighed. “Fuck, I shoulda thought of that in the first place.”

“Next time make it from U.A,” Shinso stated as he finished his popsicle.

Mic blinked before grinned. “ I FUCKING SHOULD!”

The kids laughed--

Then a clatter had them all jump, as the mood shifted form light…

To something on edge and tense.

Mic risked looking over his shoulder...eyes catching the faint wisps of what looked to be black smoke just outside the widow.

--

How the hell…

“You’ve been a thorn in our sides…” that voice said.

How the HELL?

“You should have been dealt with back during the first attempt.”

HOW THE ABSOLUTE HELL!?

Mic ran down through the hall, urging the kids to try and find their own ways to safety. Find a teacher on duty--anything!

HOW THE FUCK DID THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS GET IN HERE!?

“Yama-san!”

“Creation-girl?”

She waved for him to join her in a supply closest. Quickly he ducked in. When he caught his breath he was able to take in account who were all in there. Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, Tenya, Midoriya, and Todoroki.

Heavy footsteps rushed down the halls. “I saw him run this way!”

Him? So was it just him they were after, Mic thought to himself.

“What are we going to do?” the creation user asked.

“You five are going to get somewhere safe,” Mic stated with as much authority as he could muster in his voice.

“B-but Yama-san!” Uraraka cried.

“Grily, no…”

They all froze when they heard footsteps outside. “Shit where did he go!?”

“He can’t disappear!”

“Fucking find him!”

“We need something to distract them,” Tenya whispered.

“Flash Bombs,” Mic answered.

“Flash Bombs?” Uraraka repeated.

Mic nodded. “Should be enough to disorient them, and let us slip out…” he looked to the kids. “I need you to promise that you five will run away from me.”

“But, Yama-san,” Midoriya started.

“I mean it...this is serious. Don’t follow.”

They were all quiet...until Yaoyorozu spoke up. “Allow me to help.”

“Think you can make ‘em?”

Yaoyorozu nodded. “I know I can.”

“You sure that you want to do this?” Tenya asked.

“...it’s me they want. Not you.”

“Yama-san,” Uraraka whispered.

“I’ll be fine...I promise.”

--

This was bad. This was really REALLY bad. The supply closet door shut as quietly as possible. There were several villains gathered just outside. Midoriya looked over to Mic. Yaoyorozu was finishing up making the last of the Flash Bombs he requested.

“Promise me,” the blonde began. “You WON’T follow.”

Midoriya bit his lip. H-he knew he had to listen to him. But...but it felt wrong. It felt like, they were just going to leave him behind. It felt like Kaachan all over again!

“Mini-Might,” Mic called.

“I…I…”

“...please kid. Just...just do this for me.”

He hesitated, and swallowed. “I...yes.”

Mic smiled some. “Thank you.”

They all took a steadying breath and prepared themselves. Mic nodded to Tenya, and the door was kicked open.

The villains all whipped their heads to the sound.

“Suprise mother fuckers!” Mic shouted and all the Flash Bombs were thrown in. The light was blinding. Mic laughed as he rushed out of the dorms, and as he hoped the villains trailed after.

They were after him.

They only WANTED him.

He ran to the school building. He had to think, had to come up with something. Lotsa room,s lotsa of floors. He had to keep on his toes. Just weave in and out. He knows he wouldn’t be able to loose them but he could at least slow them down.

Leaping down and rushing up stairwells we’re putting a toll on his body. He only had so much energy. Focus...focus...focus…

Keep calm. Keep--

“Fuck!” Mic caught himself on a slightly upturned tile. Mind too busy thinking on how to evade, he was unable to catch himself properly.

And footsteps were approaching faster.

Shit shit shit!

“I found him!”

Then there was a deafening sound...of a gun being fired.

“What the absolute fuck!?” Mic yelled and could just stare from his spot on the ground.

“Git up and git goin,” the homing hero said. “I’ll hold’em off,” Snipe insisted.

“But you--”

“Still don’t like ya...but, I’m not letting this go down like that again, alright? Now git!”

He wanted to argue but he decided against it. Without a second look back he ran off. He vaulted over the guard railing to the ground below. Tumbling to break his fall as he continued on his way, the villains following behind.

Shit shit fuck fuck! They’re REALLY after him. He was screwed!

The feeling of something wrapping around him had Mic freeze. It...it almost felt fami--

He didn’t get a chance to finish his thought because he suddenly felt himself getting pulled off his feet and thrown in the air.

Eraser! Aizawa!

He couldn’t help the laugh that left him.

His hero.

His hero...saved him.

When he felt those tight bonds release him while still airborne he twisted himself and landed. Alright, it was time to get--

“Careful now Mic,” that calm...childlike voice taunted. “We have eyes on you.”

There was a slight glint that caught Mic’s attention. Whipping his head to see what it was…

And all he could do, was just stare at the the lense that was pointed at him. Was it...was all this being broadcasted? What the hell?

“We have eyes on all of them, too,” Shigaraki said in that quiet calm voice. “They’re waiting...all you need to do is to come with us.”

Them? What? Who’s them?

“You seem to spend so much time at these places,” Mic scowled as he saw the young man scratch at his neck. The sound of it making his own skin crawl. “But do they know? About you I mean?”

Mic’s eyes widened. No…

“We could tell them...show them,” Shigaraki alluded. “Or...you come with us.”  

“Yama-san! Don’t do it!”Kirishima yelled.

Purrs and Paws...Open Doors, Open Hearts...Empty Shelves? Fuck Wings of Refuge couldn’t take another hit. It could be a lie though. But could he risk it? And what about U.A? What about the kids here? Now? Some are terrified because of what happened before. He saw Kaminari, Sero and Ashido doing their damndest to make sure Bakugou wasn’t taken again. Kirishima and TestuTestu were trying to shield Tsuyu with their bodies…

The press? Fucking--if word got out that U.A was housing villain...letting a villain NEAR these kids--Fuck their doors would be shut so fast!

Aizawa...he...he couldn’t let his hero--His Aizawa take anymore blame than what he has already.

Mic bit his lip and sighed as he raised his hands over his head. Too much..too much was at risk. Too much at stake. Too much. Too much. “Fine….I’ll fucking go.”

--

“Yama-san!”  

Shouta whipped around to the cry. He could...just only watch, as everything seemed to slow down, and his world narrow. It was like what happened at Wings of Refuge.  His entire focus shifted to the blonde.

Mic held up his hands and stepped closer to the villains.

Each step felt like an eternity to watch.

And Shouta...just couldn’t move.

His villain.

His...villain…

His…

Shouta finally moved but it was too late, the warp closed. And Mic…

Mic was gone.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Okay so I've seen a few fics/fic prompts where Marvin turns Jack's egos into kids, but what about a reverse where the reader gets turned into a kid for a day? (We'll say somewhere around 5-6) While she's a kid, she seems to have very strange reactions to the egos and their powers/quirks- She's actually intimidated by Chase, (Everyone is surprised by this) she thinks the doctors voice is silly, and she won't stop following Anti because she thinks the glitchy lights that follow him are pretty

Awww this is a cute idea, Nonny! Thank you for the request!

(Also this kinda seems a bit rushed but that’s because I’m semi-on edge about all the Net Neutrality stuff today, but hopefully this story can take your mind off of it if you need a breather ^^)

“Listen, you brought this upon yourself so don’t whine at me!”The voice of a distressed magician made everybody stop what they were doing to turn their heads. Their eyes widened, however, when they saw that in his arms was a small child who looked awfully similar to-“Is…zhat [y/n]??”“Unfortunately…yes..” Marvin sighed as he set you down on the floor. “She decided to read a random page in my spellbook and next thing I knew she’s a freakin’ baby-”“Hey!” You pouted up at him, folding your arms. “I’m not a baby! I’m….” For a moment you paused to count on your fingers, before holding up five of them. “….5 years old! I’m grown!!”The magician raised a eyebrow, before sighing and shaking his head. “Well…if you say s-”“Awww I never knew how cute you were at that age, dude!” Chase squealed. A wide grin was on his face as he got up from the sofa and walked over to see you. But when you saw the man approaching you, your eyes widened slightly and you backed away. You weren’t sure why but…something about him didn’t sit quite right with you.A small whimper escaped your lips as you turned and clung to the leg of the next closest person to you, who just so happened to be Robbie. The zombie glanced down at you, eyes wide in confusion. “[Y/n]…? Are..you okay..?” He tried to pry you off of him, unsure of how to deal with human children, but you refused to let go.“W-Wait..what?” Chase stopped dead in his tracks, his smile faltering. “Why are you hiding from me, [y/n]?”“I…I’m not sure,” Marvin muttered, sounding just as confused and surprised as everyone else in the room was. “But I think..she’s afraid of you, Chase.”Another whimper from you confirmed that as you hugged Robbie’s leg. He blinked slowly, before crouching down by your side and wrapping his arms around you. “Shh..it’s..okay..” The zombie soothed. “Chase…is nice…Chase won’t hurt…you..’You simply shook your head as you hugged him back."W-W-Wait…so you’re not terrified of a zombie..but..y-you’re terrified of me?” Chase’s voice quaked a bit, crushed at the fact that it was true. “I-Is it the hat?” He took it off frantically. “Is it-?”“It’s you, Brody,” Anti hissed. “We’re all just as shocked as you are…but I think ye oughta step outside for a little bit ‘till she calms down.”He opened his mouth to protest, but then he closed it, realizing that, for once, the demon was right. “A-Alright…fine..” With a small sigh of defeat, he put his hat back on and walked out of the living room, dragging his feet back to his studio to go do some trickshots.Once he was out of sight, that’s when you relaxed and let go of Robbie. “Are..you okay..now?” He asked you, rubbing your head.You nodded your head, making a small 'mhm’ noise. The zombie smiled back at you. “Robbie will…go check…on Chase..” And with that, he stood up and shuffled out of the living room to go find his friend.Before you could wave “bye” to him, however, out of the corner of your eye, you saw black, white, and bright green shapes flickering around Anti’s form, making you turn your head and gaze at him in wonder.He looked back at you, a deep scowl settling on his face. “What the hell are ya starin’ at?”“Your pretty lights!” You giggled as you made your way over to him.Unsure of what the heck you were talking about, Anti glitched to the other side of the room. “Look, kid, I don’t know what the hell you’re talkin’ about, but-”When the glitches on his body went away, you stopped as your smile vanished completely. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you wondered where the pretty lights went.“Oh what? Did I scare you, too?” He sneered, glitching once more. “You gonna cry now?”However, you began to smile again as you saw the lights return, confusing him.“Wh…What-?”“Anti..I think she’s fascinated by your..glitches,” Marvin pointed to the squares surrounding his body. “She thinks they’re lights because of the way they flicker.”For a few moments, Anti was silent. He stared at the magician, and then at his hand, seeing the tiny particles that danced around him.Then he let out a small grunt of surprise when he felt something latch onto his leg. Looking down, his eyes turned black as he glowered at you…only to see you smiling and giggling as you tried to touch the glitches as they appeared.“Erm…just..go play with Jackieboy or somethin’,” he grunted, waving his knife at you. “Shoo.”“Anti..” Marvin warned.The demon shot a look at him, before sighing in defeat, allowing his knife to glitch away. “Ya know what? C'mere brat..” He scooped you up into his arms and stared blankly at you. “…you’re..really entertained by this, aren’t cha?” Tilting his head to the side, he voluntarily made a few more green glitches appear, to which you giggled once more and reached out to.“I guess zhe kleine Mädchen isn’t so afraid of you,” Henrik spoke up in bemusement. “I still find it a shock zhat the most normal one out of all of us is zhe one she’s-”“Hehe! You have a funny voice Mr. Sch…Schneep!” You grinned as you glanced back at the doctor.“……..”The other egos stared at him, holding back their snickers as they watched his expression shift from confusion to complete and utter shock. None of them knew for sure how he was going to react to that.After a few, long moments of silence, though, Henrik made a pouty-face, placing a hand over his heart. “Mein Liebling..I’m..I’m hurt.” He faked a small sniffle, before he sat down on the sofa and sighed dramatically. “I might as vell have my own mouth taped shut zhen…”Feeling guilty for making fun of him, you squirmed a bit in Anti’s arms, urging him to set you down on the floor. He complied and watched as you waddled your way over to the sad-looking doctor.You climbed onto the sofa and hugged his arm. “I’m sorry Mr. Schneep..you’re still "zhe best doctah” ever. Please don’t be sad..“Henrik looked down at you for a couple seconds, before he chuckled and pulled you into his lap, giving you a hug. "Don’t vorry Schatz…all is forgiven,” he smiled. “Although..I’m not sure if…he vill forgive you…”Looking up at him, you blinked in confusion. “Who?”“Vhy..zhe tickle monster of course!” His smile widened as he lightly drummed his fingers over your stomach and sides, making you burst into a fit of laughter.“Ahahah! N-Nooo! M-Mercy! Mercy-y!!” You giggled, trying in vain to push his hand away.After a few moments of tickling you, he stopped and sighed, allowing you to catch your breath. “See? Now ve both feel much better.” He ruffled your hair a bit. “It must be fun being young again, no?”“I like it,” you nodded your head, before you glanced over at the magician. “I think Marvy said I’ll stay this way allllll day long, too. And I don’t mind that one bit!”The egos’ faces paled when you said those words, and one by one they all turned to Marvin, who had attempted to leave the room quietly. But he stopped when he felt all eyes on his back.“Marvin..”“Th-The spell’s effect lasts 24 hours!” The magician stammered defensively, spinning around to face them. “In the meantime I’ll go work on a potion or something to maybe shorten the time length! Okay? Marvin out!”And with that, he dropped a smoke bomb to the floor, causing him to vanish in an instant.With him now gone Henrik, Anti, and Jackie all glanced back at you, wondering what to do next.

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2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 31, 37!

(AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS!! :DD)

2.  Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

I already answered this one here, but I’ll add a few other tropes I haven’t tried yet but would probably enjoy - time-travel, development-of-superpowers and apocalypse!au

3. Is there a trope youwouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Any explicit trope, especially non/dub-con or mpreg. Just, nope, definitely not thanks. With regards to tropes that I’m generally not fond of as opposed to grossed-out by, I’m not really one for body-swap or imprinting (I’ll read them if I’m desperate for fic, and they can be done quite well but I don’t think I’d ever enjoy writing either).

5. Share one of your strengths.

I think I’m quite good at writing characters who are panicking or not entirely aware of what’s going on. I like doing experimental prose in those kind of scenarios and I think it turns out quite well.

7. Share a snippet from one of your favourite pieces of prose you’ve writtenand explain why you’re proud of it.

Hmm, well this is a snippet from the very start of a GF fic I haven’t worked on in quite a while but really should because 1. the idea is neat and 2. I do really like the opening and it would be kinda sad to let it go to waste:

He is drowning.

Well, not quite,because no way is he going let himself go out that easily, but he can barelyhold himself and Ford above the water as the waves grab at them, desperate topull them apart and he

(goes under for a second but then –)

he coughs he can hardly breathe he can hardly breathe and all he can see is whereseething sea meets raging sky and the wind is screaming and whatever the hellit was that tore their boat apart isscreaming but he’s not dead, he’s not dead yet and he won’t

let

it

happen

yet because he’sgot to keep Ford alive, he has to because right now if he goes under there’s noway his brother will make it.

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

I kind of wish it was my passion - I know it definitely used to be. But yeah, it’s more of a hobby now, I think. Although I absolutely love the feeling I get when I have a good idea and it just flows onto the page. 

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

For me, personally? I went to a writing group the other day and they made me make a note of it on my phone, and it was: JUST FREAKING DO IT

On a more general note though - don’t worry if you first sentence is trashy is a good one, because honestly that’s half my problem, I think.

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenesout of order?

Start to finish, although occasionally I’ll note down a scene if I want to preserve an idea for prose or dialogue. I like to know the emotional context that’s come beforehand. I will frequently delete whole swathes of prose or completely restart a scene if I’m not happy. The second chapter of Retrograde has about 4 or 5 wildly different versions now hahaha 

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement.Do you have a muse?

If I have a muse, it’s allusive and vaguely sadistic I think ahahah

23. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, whichwould it be and why?

Probably one of my old Avengers fics - I made significant progress writing a third part to my Post-Its trilogy, and some of the ideas were pretty solid, just not well executed. If I cared enough about it, I would almost certainly revamp it and do it justice. Unfortunately, I kinda don’t care about it much, which is a little sad. 

One fic I would like to do properly, though, is another Avengers one I never finished/posted called Hide and Seek which kinda got screwed over by the collapse of SHIELD in Cap 2. But the idea was really cool and I still think about that one on occassion, and if there’s anyway I could revamp it. I also still care a LOT about my Experiment!Avengers AU - I think if I had the endurance I could still write that one. I filled at least two notebooks with ideas for that darn thing. 

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

THIS IS HARD ummmmm I’m not sure?? The fics I really love and care about I don’t think I’d ever want to add to, just because I think they’re so excellent as they are! Also usually the fics I love the most are LONG and have SO MUCH DETAIL - fics like The Multiverse Triptych and Love in the Middle of a Firefight and Heavenward which are my top three fics of all time - there’s not much I feel I could add.

Possibly A Shock to the System by @marypsue​ - simply because I’d just love to mess around with Ford having powers. But again, I just wouldn’t want to touch it because it’s SO GOOD as it is. I also think that if CWR had finished Ad Noctum I would have LOVED to write something in that verse (especially since I now know they would have definitely gone to Destiny and just…Ad Noctum dynamics on Destiny would have been AMAZING). 

31. Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your ficbeing canon compliant?

I’m either incredibly compliant, or I say to hell with it and write a straight up au. I don’t really see the point in being inaccurate - if your story doesn’t fit, make it an au. It doesn’t have to be wildly different. And having a tag or descriptor of ‘au where a happened instead of b’ IMMEDIATELY gets me more interested ahaha

37. Talk about your current wips

Ahh! So I’ve mainly got three fics at the moment - Retrograde and the two GF fics, Zaratan and Ahklut. 

Retrograde is probably my favourite, actually - I’m very proud of it and I just need to get my butt into gear and write the next part (@peppercheeni and @wierdogal and other SGU friends - YELL AT ME). For those who don’t know, in the first chapter Rush and Scott get captured by horrible aliens who want to get information on how to invade Destiny. The second chapter is going to be the in incursion, from Rush’s POV again, but there’s been a time gap because he fell unconscious at the end of the first chapter. And then depending on the chapter length, there’s a third section that’ll either be part of chapter 2, a third chapter or a separate fic about solving all the unresolved problems from Rush and Scott getting captured and the incursion itself.

Zaratan is about Ford and Stan post-canon getting attacked by a cryptid in the Stan O War II - it’s quite a while post canon, since they’ve moved from the Arctic Ocean to the tropics, hoping to investigate anomalies in the Bermuda Triangle. The ship gets destroyed, Ford gets injured/concussed and Stan is fine, but inconveniently has a really bad amnesia-lapse, meaning that when he wakes up on an island with a random unconscious guy he has no idea who he is or what happened. I yelled with @archervale about it a while back and it was actually pretty awesome. 

Ahklut is a written response to a thing Archie drew - see here - where I researched random cryptids that could also swim and shapeshift and found TWO. BOTH OF WHICH WERE MILDLY TERRIFYING. Basically I picked one and messed around with it a bit. May or may not finish it but I made Archie and Jen yell on the skype chat at least xD

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Don’t Laugh

Hi there. I’m just your average fangirl here. Please don’t completely judge me based on what I write. I write these fics for fun and for anyone who finds them entertaining. And remember, their called fanFICTION for a reason. Don’t take them too seriously. Okay, enjoy.

Fanfic: tickle

Summary: Mark, Bob, Wade, Ethan, and Tyler are doing the “Don’t Laugh Challenge”. But when everyone finds out that Mark’s ticklish, they all have other plans.

It was just another day at Mark's house. Bob and Wade were in town for a while and Tyler and Ethan were having a good time with them, so they all decided to do a "Don't Laugh Challenge" video. They had to last as long they possibly could without laughing. But, to make things exciting, touching was allowed. Wade went first and got to 1 minute and 26 seconds. Next was Tyler who got to 2:03. Then Bob who got to 2:56, and Ethan who made it to 1:43.

Then it was Mark's turn, and believe me when I say that he was fucking determined. So they pulled some the old jokes, making fun of each other, slightly hurt each other, making sick jokes. But Mark was rock solid.

"Damn, Mark's hold it in pretty well this time." Bob said. Mark nodded.

"Guys, it's not working."

"We need to bring out the big guns." Since they were allowed to touch, they did things like ruffle Mark's hair, leaning on him, and they even brought Chica in with them to help but, nothing was doing it. Mark stood there, smiling on the inside for his success as he couldn't on the outside.

That is, until Ethan snuck behind Mark and began poking his side, which caused the older man to crack a smile.

"Look he smiled." Tyler stated.

"Ethan what are you doing to him?" Bob asked.

"I'm just poking him." Ethan answered.

"Well keep going. It's working." Ethan continued to poke his friend's side and eventually took it up a notch by squeezing his side, making Mark spit.

"Ahaha stohohop thahahat!" Mark giggled grabbed a hold of Ethan hands.

"Ha. He spat." Wade announced.

"Whatever."

"Oh my God, Mark you're-"

"Don't say it." Mark interrupted.

"Ticklish."

"Dude, I didn't know you were ticklish. That's fucking hilarious." Bob said through his own fit of laughter.

"Shut up!" Mark retorted.

"Come on. You gotta admit that was pretty funny." Ethan said elbowing Mark in the ribs, making him giggle and recoil.

"Dang man, how ticklish are you?" Tyler questioned.

"None of your damn business." Mark said. "We can make it our business." Ethan said wiggling his fingers in Mark's direction. Mark's eyes widened. "Guys, I know what you're thinking, and no way in hell." Mark slowly back away as the rest of his friends edged closer.

"Grab him!" Ethan shouted. Mark quickly tried to make a run for it, but was stopped when Wade grabbed a hold of his arm and wrapped his arms around him. "I got him." Wade said.

"Wade, get off!" Mark demanded, thrashing from side to side try his best to shake Wade off.

"Wade, here." Ethan said pointing to the couch next to them. Wade lightly shoved Mark onto it. The other quickly rushed to pin the man down, Bob holding his arms above his head and Tyler and Ethan hold his legs.

"Let go of me you assholes!"

"Not until we're done experimenting." Ethan explained. "Experimenting?" Mark asked very nervous.

"Now we already did your sides, how about your stomach?" Ethan asked starting to lightly scribble his fingers across Mark very sensitive tummy. Mark bit his lip to keep from laughing, determined not to give in.

"And what about here Mark." Bob said skittering along Mark's ribs.

"And here." Tyler stated, lightly tracing shapes on the soles of Mark's socked feet. With every new sensation that came, it became harder and harder for Mark to keep it together. But it all went south for Mark when Bob accidentally began spidering at his underarms, making him erupt with uncontrollably laughter.

"AHAHA FAHAHACK! NOHOHO!" All of them stopped to see where their hands were, but it was only when Bob kept going that Mark's laughter elevated. "I think you found a tickle spot Bob." Tyler announced.

"Damn Mark. It must really tickle here to make you laugh that hard." Bob teased emphasizing the word "really" by adding his other hand to spider his finger at the hollows of Mark's other underarm. And the short sleeve shirt Mark had on didn't serve as any protection from the attacks. "NAHAHAHA! QUHUHUIT IHIHT!"

"But we're having so much fun playing with you." Ethan taunted adding his own attack on his friend's stomach back into the mixture.

"FAHAHACK YOHOHOU GUHUHUYS!"

"Come on Markimoo. You know you're having fun too." Ethan said. Tyler then started his assault on Mark's feet again, causing Mark's laughter to go up an octave.

"YOHOHOU AHAHALL SUHUHUCK DIHIHICKS RIGHT NO- AHAHAH! FAHAHA-!" Tyler's hands had wandering up to Mark's toes and began scratching at the space underneath, driving Mark insane. Squirming and kicking trying to pull his foot back.

"Dang Mark, you're like ticklish everywhere."

"What about here?" Wade said spidering his finger along Mark neck. Mark squealed and tensed up his shoulder to try and block the attack.

"And here?" Bob asked curiously taking one finger and lightly tracing the rim of his ear, making Mark snort which caused him to blush uncontrollably.

"Holy shit, did you just snort? Dude, that's​ fucking priceless." Ethan said now laughing along with Mark.

"SHUHUHUT IHIHIT!"

"GUHUHUYS! IHIHT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!"

"Duhhh. That's kind of the point."

"Is there anywhere we haven't tried yet?" Ethan asked. "What about behind his knees? I've heard that that spot can be ticklish." Ethan then moved his hand to scribble behind Mark's knees.

Mark's laughter lessened as he was as ticklish there. "Not as much. How about his thighs?" Mark's eyes widen and weakly shook his head.

"NOHOHO! PLEHEHEHASE! NOHOHOT THEHEHRE!" Mark pleaded.

The rest of them stopped and looked at each other. "Oh. You mean here?" Ethan said playing dumb lazily dragging one of his fingers along Mark's thigh, keeping him in a endless giggle fit. "Nohoho! Dohohon't!" Mark said.

"What's​ wrong Mark? Is the tickling too much for you?" Tyler added. "I cahahan't-! Plehehehease!" "Well in that case, it would be horrible if this happened." Without​ warning Ethan was squeezing and prodding up and down Mark thighs, making the older man go ballistic.

"NAHAHA- STOHOHOP! MEHEHERCY!"

"Woah, he's like going insane." Wade said. "This is freaking amazing. How did we not know about any of this sooner?" Bob asked.

"I don't know but, now that we do know we should do this more often."

"G-GUHUHUYS! STAHA-! NOHOHO MOHOHORE! PLEHEHEHEASE! " Mark managed to say. Tears now starting to stream down his face from the instance laughter. But it wasn't until Mark's laughter went silent that they stopped, knowing that even he had his limits.

"That was fun, wasn't it?"

"N-No it wasn't." Mark said sitting up, trying to catch his breath.

"You gotta admit though that was pretty damn funny." Ethan giggled nudging Mark in the ribs.

"Shut the hell up."

"Alright then." He replied putting his hands up in defeat. Mark still catching his breath, looked around to make sure no one else saw or heard. But, it wasn't until he looked at the camera in front of them that he realized...

"Wait, has the camera been rolling this ENTIRE TIME!" Mark panicked.

"Oh, I guess it has been." Bob realized.

"So this whole thing's on tape?!"

"Yup. I guess so." Wade answered. 

“Ethan, you’re going to edit this out, right?” Mark asked nervously. 

“Hell no. This was amazing, I never want to forget it.” The blue boy said with  a smile. Mark's face lit like a firework, though he tried to cover it with hands.

"Don't feel bad Mark. Maybe your viewers will want to see how ticklish you are." Ethan teased.

"Shut up!"

"You already said that."

"Yeah Ethan, Mark has had enough tickling and teasing for now." Tyler said.

"For now?" Mark questioned.

"Do you really think that we're going to let you live this down bro?" Tyler said.

"We're going to have so much fun together." Ethan said as an evil grin crept onto his face.

"Oh no." Mark thought.

[novantinuum]

A little while back when you drew that SHAMELESS STANGST you mentioned you were working on an AU. Can you tell us about it?

(the ‘shameless stangst’ art in question is this)

aaAAAA I’m so glad you asked!! It makes me so happy that at least one person in this world is interested in my silly ideas, ahahah… First off, I would like to apologize for how long it’s taken to respond. I really wanted to sketchily illustrate a scene from this story I’ve got caught in my mind…

Overall, this AU is my excuse to imagine what might happen and how dynamics and events would change if Weirdmageddon were to come too early. (Specifically, if it happened almost directly after NWHS.)

Generally, it begins like so… (More thoughts under cut. Buckle in, it gets long.)

Ford is accidentally injured by his own grenade during his fight with Bill and returns through the portal in severe condition. That comic I made chronicles the VERY first events in this AU, basically.

Stan realizes there’s no way in hell his brother will survive (too much blood loss) without actually competent medical care and instructs Soos (with Dipper and Mabel) to rush Ford to the nearest hospital, which is a good distance outside of town. He ends up hoping in his car and using himself as ‘bait’ to get the FBI away from the shack long enough for them to get out.

Stan’s captured by the FBI, and held in that darn town jail again, ofc. This time, under more guard. He’s supposed to be airlifted out of town to a more secure facility the next morning.

While Ford’s in ICU, Soos ends up calling Wendy late that evening to see if she could bring up a change of clothes for the kids since they can’t be seen in town for a bit with the FBI crawling about. They plan to grab a motel room once they know Ford’s stable.

Wendy (illegally) snatches her dad’s truck, gathers up some stuff, and begins to drive to the hospital. Just as she edges out of town, she sees something colorful ripple in her rearview mirror. Wendy slams to a stop and gets out of the truck to see this strange, monumental wall now separating her from Gravity Falls. It’s kinda hard to tell, but it looks like she’s standing at the edge of a huge dome? And when she touches it, the surface of this barrier feels almost gelatinous, and ripples under her finger. Low-key freaked out and unsure of what else to do, she gets back to the truck and rushes to the hospital, hoping that maybe Dipper’s journal will know what’s going on…

Yes, essentially Bill broke into this dimension way earlier than he was supposed to because Ford was not there in the Shack to encase the rift. The rift cleaved into the fabric of reality when he returned to this dimension was left alone to grow and split even more.

Overall, the Weirdmageddon that will follow occurs while the town is already in shambles from the portal’s activation, and without the unicorn spell being in place on the Shack. Stan ends up being held captive by Bill, as bait to lure Ford back into town, because Bill can sense that he’s not dead and he needs his knowledge to escape. There’s close to no resistance in town this time, barring McGucket and a few others he finds in the woods who are hiding away in the bunker.

Outside Gravity Falls, meanwhile…

Ford’s injuries consist of lacerations that need to be stitched and a few burns. Some of the grenade shrapnel ended up denting his metal plate on the left side of his skull, to the point where it was putting a dangerous amount of pressure on his skull and beginning to cause bruising. (Subdural hematoma, likely.)

Now, neither the doctors nor Soos and the kids could explain why this mystery man had an entire METAL PLATE fastened over his skull, but they ended up surgically removing a bit of the dented section to relieve the pressure. Ford is stable now and all is good, fear not.

By this point Soos, Wendy, Dipper, and Mabel all know vaguely what’s going on to Gravity Falls. They caught a news broadcast from Shandra Jimenez reporting on “a giant floating triangle wrecking the town” and put the pieces together. They’re all worrying for their friends and family and desperately want to run back to help them but… there’s also this other great uncle to worry about. The great uncle that they haven’t even properly met yet because of the awful circumstances.

When Ford finally comes to a day or so later, the first thing he notices is… the strange emptiness he feels in his mind. Like he’s missing something. He quickly realizes what must have happened when he feels the bandages on the side of his head and fears he’s fallen into Bill’s clutches and that he’s ripped out the metal plate. He tries fighting one of the nurses when they bring Soos and Mabel back, initially believing them to be shapeshifters.

He’s eventually calmed down though. Through the power of persuasion. (and Mabel!) Thus cue tired and awkward introductions, and Ford realizing that he’s actually home. The realization doesn’t fully set in until Dipper and Wendy switch out to visit and Dipper shows him his old journal.

Of course, then comes the fated question of “Where’s Stanley?”

Oh hell. 

Stanley’s trapped in Gravity Falls still. They all know as such, because there was a story on the news about FBI personal trying to land a helicopter in the town after Weirdmageddon started and they were never heard from again. And thus come internal and external conflicts such as:

1) Weirdmageddon. How to stop it. All of the weapons Ford came through the portal with are still in the Shack. They’d have to trail across Gravity Falls unnoticed by Bill to snatch it.

2) Grunkle Stan. Dipper feels awful knowing he’s trapped, because long after they arrived at the hospital, he realized he had that memory erasing gun with him. If only he could have remembered this, maybe they could have erased the FBI agents’ minds? Made them forget? And maybe Grunkle Stan could be there with them too. They didn’t know Great Uncle Ford, but he DID. He’d know what to do.

3) Everyone worrying about their friends and family, and not knowing if they’ll ever see them again.

4) The gang has a hard time convincing Ford to actually stay in the hospital for a bit to actually recover, instead of him running off to try and rescue Stan from Bill.

5) Ford’s metal plate. A good portion of it’s been removed, and with it, the mental protection from Bill it granted. Ford fears that the second he even STEPS into Gravity Falls Bill will immediately possess him again. Ofc because he feels shame over his past mistakes in trusting Bill, he declines to let anyone else know about this.

This is just some of the set-up, and there’s plenty more shit I’ve thought about, but from there (once Ford becomes 100% sick of remaining in the hospital for any longer than he physically has to) it goes into them all actually trying to break back into Gravity Falls to stop Bill. 

There’s probably going to be a lot of angst, but fear not- it will all culminate in a happy ending for everyone besides Bill (who will suffer muahahah) and there eventually will be lots of bonding. And heck, probably a lot of bonding in between. You can still bond with family and friends and relatives you never knew existed while facing the end of the world, right? Right.

But hey, not everything’s set in stone for this yet. Please, if you have any interest in this, don’t hesitate to chat with me about it or send me random thoughts or ask me questions. I’d love to flesh aspects of this out through collaboration and on-the-spot thinking and so forth. Yay!

(If you thought this was cool, please do a starving artist a huge favor and consider reblogging it? AU ideas are really hard to spread alone. Thanks!)

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Lusayours and Faba

{For the Valentine’s Day Ship Fics Event!

Sorry, Anon, but I decided to make it not-at-all-happy and NSFW. I was tired of writing sappy love shit haha :D It may be the beginning of a larger AU!!!}

Asset Out Of Containment

The door on Faba’s office was there one second, and then it suddenly wasn’t.

It came down with a loud crashing sound, and the fact that someone had actually been able to push it down was astonishing.

Faba jolted, shaking his head to force the droopiness out of his eyes, and spun swiftly in his chair to face the intruder. She stood at the door’s frame, her eyes wild and vicious. Her hair was purple, with streaks of pink through it, her eyes a jealous green, her dress a pale blue, and her pants blue and white.

It was Lusamine, but… Not… Why did he feel like he knew who she was?

And then it hit him like a freight train, making him double over in his chair in horror, because this was LSA-B.

LSA-B.

He had only seen the creature - Creature, because this thing surely wasn’t human - A few times, quick glances into her stasis tank to check on her, or seeing her walk past his office, but that was different. Then, she was always escorted by Lusamine. Always. Either that, or she was in the tank. Now, she wasn’t, and the Branch Chief’s mind was racing. His heart felt like it would burst. No one had been allowed to help Lusamine with this project, no one. They could rarely even go near the room where the beast was stored - Lusamine claimed Faba was lucky. Lusamine refused to explain what the creature was, some said it was a version of her from another reality, but Faba…. Faba knew better.

It was a clone.

A failed clone, an experiment gone horrifyingly wrong, and it had Lusamine wrapped around her… Its, Faba corrected himself, little finger.

Some said he was foolish to believe that - But he knew better than to think it came from an alternate reality. It had science-fair-failure written all over it, and whatever it had given Lusamine to make her allow it to roam around the VLFS scared Faba… No human had ever manipulated Lusamine before, and that, right there, was his evidence that it was not human.

If there were any, would he consider successful clones human? Of course. But this was no successful clone… This was a failure, a horror grown in a petri dish, a sin that would end humanity.

As if to prove his point, LSA-B’s eyes seemed to change color to a vibrant yellow as they identified Faba, cowering weakly in his chair. Word had it that employees had cried all day, locked in their offices, in the aftermath of encountering LSA-B when she wasn’t on Lusamine’s leash. It’s just the lighting, Faba told himself. Its eyes aren’t changing. It’s all myth. It’s all myth…

“Hello,” Came its voice, and there was something distinctly other about it. It vibrated, as if uncomfortable with existing, and the noise seemed to carry an air of death. It smiled, wickedly, and for one of the few times in his life Faba was actually scared of another living thing.

She - It walked towards him, its movements mechanical and slow, as if it had come from a world where gravity was different. It’s smile deepened as it got closer, and soon Faba could feel its breath on his body. Faba was curled up into a ball, shaking at an alarming rate and sweating profusely. He was biting his lip so hard it bled to keep from crying out in fright.

It reached out slowly, its hand getting so close to Faba’s head, and Faba felt he would die of fright. His entire body shook with absolute terror, his heart was so loud he could hear it.

When it touched him, he screamed like he was being murdered.

“Calm down now, child. I just came to ask a few questions.”

His heart was racing, and his body was on fire. He tried to clear his throat and sound tough, but his voice cracked and he winced in hurt pride.

“Y-Yes? What are your questions f-for me?”

LSA-B laughed, and it was broken, shrill, cold, and hollow. It was chaotic. It was awful. It made Faba feel a small warmth in his pants, and liquid shame trickled down his leg. It wasn’t enough that LSA-B would notice, but it made Faba close his eyes and whimper in self-loathing and embarrassment.

“Are you the Foundation’s Branch Chief I keep hearing about?”

“Er…” His voice quivered. He stood up slowly, and tried to put a smile on his face, but all he could manage was a grimace. “Y-Yes! I am Faba, the wonderful, irreplaceable Branch Chief of the Aether Foundation! Perhaps you’d like to have a tour?”

It laughed again, and Faba shut his eyes and shook like he was being electrocuted.

“No,” It said with a manic smile. “I just want to know the master password, love.”

Faba squeaked in response. He blushed deeply, but no… LSA-B wasn’t his type. Monsters weren’t his type.

“I’m t-terribly sorry, LSA-B, but you can’t h-”

Suddenly, Faba’s world became the most terrifying thing he could think of.

Two powerful, forceful hands clamped on his shoulders, fingernails digging into him like daggers, hands which pushed on him so hard his shoulders shook. It leaned forward into his face, spitting at him as she shrieked, her smile suddenly turning to an expression of contempt and disgust. Its eyes turned fire-engine red, glowing as if they were so hot they’d steam.

Faba screamed, and it began to shake his entire body. He felt like he would be sick.

“Don’t call me that! Don’t act like I’m just an experiment! Humanize me! Humanize me! Call me by my fucking name!” It said, eyes wild. Faba was white as a sheet, but he managed to get out the name:

“L-LSA-B…”

The punch to his gut was unbelievable. His head snapped back and he shrieked, stumbling backwards, crouching down to cradle his stomach.

“My name is Lusayours, bitch.”

Faba wheezed on the floor for a moment, the very act of breathing hurting more than anything else in his life had before.

“Huh-huh…. Lusayours…”

It smiled gleefully, suddenly giddy and full of laughter. It picked him up and held him again. “Now then… What’s the master password, dearest?” Its voice dripped with fake sugar, but under it was a poison deadlier than any toxin known to man.

“They’ll… The others… They’ll come find what you did here…” Sputtered Faba, gasping for air between words.

Its grin widened, although Faba had previously thought that physically impossible. “Nope! Because I know that you are the only one at the office, and you stay late because you get your best work done when no one else is around, because you were bullied in high school and still feel like your carefully-crafted facade of confidence and self-acceptance might come crashing down at any moment and your coworkers will tear you to fucking shreds.” Its grin was hellish in some ways, and filled with childlike glee in others.

“Ahaha… You must have been watching me for a while…” Faba said, uncomfortable as all hell.

“Oh, yes. I’m extremely intelligent and observant. Persistent, too. I just found it all in your diary.”

“Oh… Ahaha…. Yes… The one with the key lock and the combination lock…. Ahahah….”

“Yep! That’s the one, darling.”

“Well, you certainly have been watching me rather closely! I’m… I’m certainly flattered, ahaha,” He said, looking to the side in terror.

It smiled more than it ever had, and then leaned in, and kissed Faba’s neck. It wasted no time in biting him. Faba shrieked, unable to help from bucking his hips upwards, his hands coming up to grasp forcefully at her hair, fisting desperately for something, anything to hold onto. He writhed in pleasure, her teeth pressing into him like nails, and then giving way to a cold, soft, slick, and slimy tongue that swiped over the wound, saturating it with saliva. Faba moaned quietly. He had never… Not… Not ever with a woman, but he… Couldn’t help but enjoy this.

She - It, it was hard to think of her as an it when she was doing… That to him - It stepped back, smiling at him. “Now, love. How’s about that password? You can be sure it’ll be worth your while to give it to me.”

Faba blushed deeply. “Ahaha, yes, I am sure it will be… Ehem, yes, the password is… Ehem, try Regret. If more is required, which some things are higher security and require a second password, try Shame. Got that?”

LSA-B smiled again. “Yes, of course, thank you, dearest.”

There was a moment of pause, of absolute silence, and then LSA-B rushed forward and kissed Faba. It was awful, it was torture, he was gasping for air, his body aching. He was - He was incredibly exhilarated, but this wasn’t… This wasn’t him, he wasn’t… He’d never had any interest in women… Warmth spread through him, slime seeping into his soul through his esophagus, binding him up, sticking him to the spot. He was unable to move, but he hated this, hated how powerless he felt in the face of this… Thing, and how much he enjoyed it, and… It pulled away and looked at him, it’s eyes suddenly shifting between multiple colors at an alarming rate. Faba found himself swaying looking at the beautiful colors. Like an addictive game of pinball and some drugs, the flashing multicolor lights made him woozy and weak, pleasure surging through him.

It kissed him again, and he just couldn’t breathe. The way it - The way she smelled, the way Lusayours grabbed at him so roughly, it was all too much, and it was awful, he hated it, wanted it to stop right that second, needed it to - But it didn’t. It went on for so long, and those eyes flashed in his memory, and they made him enjoy the kiss, made him slide his hands up her side, and he was sure he had been fucked with, was sure the thing had done something unholy to him, had made him enjoy it, but he couldn’t do anything about it. When the kiss ended, he was panting and joyful, but also relieved it was over. He felt free, but also felt a prisoner to a force science couldn’t explain.

“Now then,” It said. You aren’t going to tell anyone about our little meeting, right?”

“N-no… Of course not… N-never..” Faba squeaked.

LSA-B smiled again, and Faba’s heart sank with realization at what he had just done. His breathing stopped. It was just too much to look at her face.

“Great!” It said, its eyes lighting up and going green again. “That’s the end of our business, then. You can be sure you’ll hear from me again. Fortunately for you, you’re still useful to me. You’re very lucky. Zenith will be my lucky one tomorrow!” It said, giggling madly, like a giddy child possessed by the darkest demon of Hell. “I’ll see you later, love!”

And, with that, LSA-B walked to the door, moving like a robot, kicked the horizontally-lying door out into the hallway so it didn’t obstruct the entryway, and then walked out.

“Zenith…” Faba whispered, running a finger across his lips, which still buzzed and were still covered in cold slime. Perhaps from the stasis tank, he thought. He was sure now, this wasn’t an alternate version of Lusamine. It may not have been a clone, but it certainly wasn’t a simple alternate dimension equivalent.

His mind began firing off at rapid speed. How would he warn Zenith? He had to warn him, but… Wouldn’t that engineer his own demise? And perhaps Zenith’s, too! And… Lusamine was totally blind to all of this. What could he do…?

Faba suddenly felt very alone and very frightened. There was no one he could turn to without incriminating himself or others. He was trapped. And the worst part was that LSA-B was bound to come back. And, eventually, it would come back and instead of asking for information decide Faba had none left to give. He would surely turn up dead after that. Perhaps there wouldn’t even be a body left, just mutilated parts of a once complete man.

He sighed to himself.

“Fuck,” he said, because he really didn’t know what else to say.

He set about cleaning up the ruin of his door, because he was sure Lusamine would pitch a fit if it was like that come morning. It would take forever, but… That was okay.He’d been at work all night before, and this wasn’t any different. Just another day.