#slap him upside the head for being a dummy

[gooboogy]

The problem is they both make sense.

John lacks any agency, and as his abilities start "failing" he loses more of what little he has. The only things he can do is perceive the world through Arthur's eyes and talk to him in his head. That's it. He has no material effect on the world around them. He is solely 100% reliant on Arthur for his continued existence and influence on the world. He can't ignore Arthur whatsoever (unlike Arthur who can ignore John easy peasy) he can't Do anything but talk and observe (and also experience the deaths of people Arthur touches but ultimately that does nothing). Of course he is going to be distrustful of other people and possessive over Arthur.

Arthur feels like suddenly he can't rely on this very reliable thing that has been keeping him alive this whole time. It would shake anyone up. Especially with the shit they have to deal with? If he can't rely on directions he will be sliced to ribbons or shot without a chance of fighting back. They may as well be dead already. And for all of John's lack of agency, it's Arthur who has to actually deal with the consequences. He's the one who's getting wounded and torn to bits and has to fight all that. Plus it's HIS body. If someone's existence relies on your body, you have the right to refuse, bodily autonomy is a human right.

The problem is they've gone through this cycle before (cycle of learning and forgetting and learning that they are One Unit and need to work Together vs The Problems and forgetting) but never has it shaken Arthur so much. Even when they've argued before he would still listen to John's directions. But now? Everything is in question (as is probably the intent behind John's "failing" abilities.) They DO need other people to help and they DO need to be careful and include John. They cannot truly trust someone else while keeping John a secret or without his input. Arthur has the most control over the situation and the onus is on him to make the compromises. Yeah it's his body but 1) countless times he promised to John that they were in this together and 2) at this point separating them would be so traumatic that they may as well be One.

All of this is to say, curious that Arthur is so willing to tell Oscar about literally everything EXCEPT John. What happens if he does? What if there's someone else to assert for John in a way Arthur can't ignore so easily? Would that legitimize the shared ownership of Arthur's body? What does it mean for John to gain agency by the loss of Arthur's autonomy?

[targaryenluvs]

BIRTHDAY GIRL

pairings: eleventh doctor x fem!reader (romantic), amy pond x fem!reader, rory williams x fem!reader

summary: the chaos of your boyfriend the doctor, amy, and rory organising your birthday. but seems there’s some miscommunication and clashes when it comes to agreeing.

warnings: none! fluff, bickering between eleven rory and amy over who knows you better, kisses, hugs, short blurb

a/n: no clue why i haven’t yet written for one of my fav shows yet

you’re slumber is ruined by extremely loud voices originating in the kitchen. it wasn’t even morning in your eyes yet everyone was awake. eleven being awake made sense but rory and amy? especially amy with how cranky she gets. speaking of eleven, he wasn’t in bed.

which wasn’t odd since he quite literally didn’t need sleep but he usually got out of bed when you woke up. you’d find him reading, tossing a ball up and down, talking to himself and you, some of the more tame times. once you found him trying to do gymnastics in bed.

as you got up and made your way into the kitchen you found the three of them with a cake. “no! no! you’ve got it wrong her hair isn’t that short rory!” amy scolded as rory sighed, “i swear it is! did she not get a haircut?” amy slapped him upside the head which had the doctor laughing, “that was me you dummy. and you, quit laughing and get to icing.” the doctor raised his hands,

“ah but you see, i already have!” rory and amy’s gasps were loud. “green! you put green love hearts on the cake and- is that a hat? oh god is it a fez? and a bow tie?” amy groaned as eleven reached to adjust his own, “bow ties are cool.” the three of them spoke in unison, “i quite adore your bow tie collection eleven.” rory’s eyes widened as he realised you’d seen them. “no, no, no, no! you are not supposed to be here.”

so you wait in the living room in the meanwhile. not long after the three come in, all holding a, special cake. whilst from one side it looked gorgeous the other was a mess. you spotted a drawing of the four of you holding hands, the tardis in the background and it looked as if a five year old had drawn it.

the party in the living room has copious amounts of clashing colours and themes and they all had flour and icing on their faces and clothes. “we’re sorry for ruining it.” amy frowned, they all looked like kicked puppies and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“ruin it? i’ve got to be one of the luckiest girls around to have three people love me so much that they fought over my birthday and what to do for it. i love the cakes and the party. thank you guys. seriously.” you smiled as everyone slowly cheered up.

“you like it seriously?” rory asked as you laughed, “yes i do you idiot.” you pulled them all into a tight hug as you all laughed. you registered the rogue hand placing a certain fez on you’re head.

“now who needs party hats when we have these bad boys.” the doctor grinned as you placed the fez at the centre of your head. “i’ve never looked better.” he smiled at you, “never.” you kissed him sweetly, a hand on his cheek as you glanced over at rory and amy fussing over who got to give you the first slice.

“yeah, i wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” you had your people right here.

[peacockpenis]

my favorite hits in ppgw

the scissors — if you didn’t know, chris uses a pair of scissors to cut his tie. the scissors are then put into the dresser, until nana is unable to get a spoon (due to being stuck) so max grabs the scissors as a replacement. when he grabs them, he holds the bottom half of them — the sharp half. chris does the same when using them to feed the medicine to the actors, hiding the fact that these scissors have some sort of sticky end or pin that will hold them in his pants. when he feeds max, the struggle there (controlled by max) allows chris to adjust the grip to then stick the scissors right into his thigh— making it look like he stabbed himself.

doggy door — rather simple actually — robert throws up a hand against the chest to make the sound of his head hitting it (the knap) and reacts as if he hit it. the door itself is very thin so that it doesn’t hurt when it hits him. using trevor, gill, and francis as cover with their chainsaws and such, one of them removes the door to reveal the hole that looks as though it’s been sawed — the door is easily removable otherwise.

liza/mary dress — the liza dress is thrown on over mary’s, but more funny, the bit where the door opens on annie half changed is an extra costume change — the mary dress never needs to come off to put on the liza dress, so that bit is fully an addition to her changes to reveal the bra. ridiculous.

robert on fire — they use robert’s fall from the window as the shadow to put a fire-safe sleeve over one arm, which allows him to catch it on fire a moment later. a clever use of one gag to prep the next!

tree crush — the trees are both operated by hydraulics — they don’t actually fall but are lowered like a lever. the tree also doesn’t fully hit the ground — the body of it remains several inches above the floor. plus, lucy is off line for the hit, meaning she’s not even in the actual line of fire but rather upstage. she wiggles her foot underneath the tree after the initial hit.

missing hook — more noticeable onstage, but chris drops his hook during the increased fog at the end of the first forest scene, and trevor grabs it on his way out. sometimes it’s seamless and you don’t notice he’s lost it until the reveal, sometimes the hook rolls center stage.

boat hits — all simple but effective — the boat to the crotch hit dennis and annie take is to the inner thigh, plus dennis usually keeps one hand at the thigh to catch it early. the hit is given a slapstick sound from offstage to make the knap. both hits of the boat to the head are intercepted by a hand, and since the actors are upstage the audience doesn’t usually catch the hand coming up.

peter’s fall — it’s a dummy. you knew that.

world of make believe hits — again, a hand intercepts the bowl when max swings it, usually a solid foot from the face.

trevor’s hit — my personal favorite. the edge of the table is thinner than the rest (just in case) but again, trevor intercepts with his hand pretty much a foot from his face. if you watch he’s very focused on this hit because immediately after he has to dive forward for his upside down hang. also, after he’s pushed off while unconscious, he’s taken down just out of view in order to allow the next set change.

THE PIRATE SHIP — a lot here, but that boat is fully being balanced on a fulcrum the full time so carefully. kudos to everyone on that. seriously the fact that they have to keep the boat so it doesn't tip until the reveal that it CAN tip is wild.

lucy’s boat hit — when lucy’s rolls forward, she catches the rail with one hand and puts her head on her own hand, rather than actually smacking it. she’s also as in control as possible during the whole sequence — she pulls herself up and down with the rope there.

door hits — a few classics during the end sequence! we get the door open, the slapstick cue and then sandra (behind the door, fully safe and off line) falling into trevor

peter pan slap — some beautiful stage combat from sandra, who is slapping fully off line and the slapstick gives us that lovely slap for jonathan. just a classic.

captain hook’s launch — at one point chris is launched across the boat when it tips the other direction. and while the boat does tip, it’s the actor who does the jump to make it look more dramatic. he’s not actually launched.

francis’ final hit — another favorite: francis is fully offline of the chair. he’s crawling upstage of where the will be pushed in and often makes it further than where the chair stops, but takes the hit fully visually — he does have to intercept cause he’s not even on the same plane as the chair.

[flusteredloser]

sugar sweet

richie tozier x fem reader

category: fluff, fluff, literally just fluff

word count: 3,3k

content warnings: swearing, stealing, slight nsfw (sexual innuendos... bc it’s richie tozier), a driving scene written by a bitch who can't drive, overbearing fluff, sonia

a/n: hello here’s a lil soft fic i wrote in a hyper state today <3 i had ‘beverly’ by ben wallfisch from the it 2017 soundtrack stuck in my head while i wrote the ending so !! enjoy

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"sweetheart, if you don't put your head back in, i'm afraid i'm gonna have to marie antoinette you."

you laughed dismissively at his empty threat, feeling a grin take over. you let the wind crash against your face and through your hair, the scent of sea salt softly filling your nose. if richie thought that you were going to give this feeling up, oh, was he wrong.

despite what he was saying, the sight of morning sunlight streaking through your flying hair and your torso poking out the passengers' window was one richie wished he could get used to. despite his nagging for the past half hour, ranting about the dangers of vehicular manslaughter and mishaps, he couldn't help but beam at your laughter. 

he almost hit himself in the head for getting all worked up about safety like eddie always did, but it was something he found himself doing often with you. keeping you safe and sound was one of the few things that kept him from staying up all night. besides, you guys were going to see eddie and the rest of the losers in a bit anyways. the designated role of the pedantic worrier would soon be shrugged off richie's shoulders.

keeping one hand on the wheel, richie’s free hand never left the edge of your knee, not once in the hour-long drive. no matter how far you reached your body out his car's window, his fingers stayed glued around you. you never said anything about the gesture apart from placing your hand over his. being his was something you never got used to, but you were far from complaining.

"richierichierichie i think we're here!" you exclaim, ducking your head back inside the car.

"you sure, dummy? the massive ferris wheel and circus tent means we're close to the carnival?"

your hand leaves his to go shove his temple, "fuck off, rich."

"i know i know, you're really excited," he taps your knee, "so am i."

he pulls into the parking lot, expertly navigating his way through the crowded area before finding a space. an empty space which was coincidentally beside a sketchy beat-up minivan painted with "URIS," in fat letters.

richie laughs, "what are the fucking odds.”

his hand moves from the skin on your knee to the back of your seat, his body shifting to face the rear. you subtly eye your boyfriend sitting in the driver's seat and tried not to physically express any of the thoughts firing in your mind right then. dear god, did he look good today. you end up shamelessly staring at him as he strains his neck to squeeze his way through tight space. his knuckles turn to this ghostly shade of white when he flexed them against the wheel, his rings glinting under the sunlight.

once he finally put the car in park and shifted his weight back to you, he catches your gaze. throwing a wink, he pulls out the keys and stuffs his belongings into his jean pockets. 

you’re sure he has zero clue about the effect any of this had on you. sure, he was your boyfriend but sometimes you found yourself feeling scared at how much you liked him. this boy has you wrapped around his finger and he barely knows half of it.

you reach over and run your fingers through his unruly hair a couple more times, enjoying the way the curls bounce back. “you look so good, rich.”

he rolls his eyes at your remark, but you don’t miss the way a small blush reaches tips of his ears. “enjoy it while it lasts, i can’t let the guards recognise me again.” 

“i still can’t believe you got fired and banned on the same day, rich. that’s genuinely so impressive, you know that?"

richie rolls his eyes but you see the hint of a grin on his face, “you going soft on me, sweets?”

“could never.” you ruffle his hair, letting your nails glide along his scalp and you laugh at the way his head naturally tips back. richie had no clue why the feeling of your hands in his hair that made him short-circuit, but he wasn’t complaining.

“do we really have to go see them...” richie groans, grabbing your hand and placing it back onto his head when you pulled away.

“richard tozier. i did not pester you to drive us an hour away just so you could fold at me playing with your hair.”

he side-eyes you. “why did i agree to this again?”

“because every day for the last month you wouldn’t shut up about ‘taking eddie’s slushee v-”

“ed’s slushee virginity, riiiight,” he breaks out in a smile, “jesus, can you believe sonia never let him near one in his entire life?”

you tug his fringe towards you and the rest of his head followed, “well, now that he’s all alone there, someone’s got to be there to guide him through his first time, right?” 

he faux-pouts back at you, the mischievous glint in his eye sparkling brighter. “fine.”

finally, you let go of his hair and he pecks a kiss against your cheek before putting on his sunglasses and tipping his cap further down his face. opening his car door, you sit there dumbfounded as you watch the 6'2 disguised dork clamber out of his side with your tote bag on his shoulder.

he glances back, offering a hand as if you were going to climb out on his side as well, “c’mon, we don’t have all day.” and richie made sure you knew that by dragging you through the park, evading the guards left and right in under a minute. it was only so long before you spotted a group of idiots wandering aimlessly. bev’s bright red hair was the instant identifier, and watching this bill’s lanky frame grab a fistful of stan’s curls to yank it about sealed the deal. 

“stanley, darling,” richie yelled through the crowd, “if you wanted someone to pull your hair that badly you could’ve asked me nicely.”  “shut the fuck up, trashmouth!” stan yelled back. “wait. rich?”

you walk over and sling your arm around bev, “you guys haven’t been waiting long, have you?”  she grins at the sight of you, “no, but if i have to hear mike argue one more time that the high striker is apparently ‘broken’ i’m going to kill somebody.”

“do me a favour and kill me, bev!” stan’s voice cuts through, followed by a shriek when richie too grabs a handful of his hair. 

bev’s hand leaves yours to go smack both boys upside the head. “y’all better stop acting like children before i get fucking fired. i’m not going out like dumbass richie here did.” she eyes the rest of them, who all halt in their tracks.

“yes, ma’am,” the chorus sighed.

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"ed's, i swear on your mother's smokin’ bod that blue is the. best. flavour. there's literally nothing wrong with it."

"you just called blue a flavour, richie-”

"because it can be. it doesn’t matter if blue and red colouring are the same, you can feel the difference.”

"no, i really can't. i don't understand how the colour blue could possibly be-"

richie groans, "fine, eat your mommy's packed lunch like the big boy you are." he teasingly starts to wave his cup in front of eddie's eyes.

"quit it, rich. if eddie doesn’t want toxins in his body, leave him be." ben interjects before sipping his own neon drink.

the boys huddled together around a picnic table they had managed to snatch before the carnival’s lunch rush swept over. richie and bev used to work in the carnival last summer, the two-week period spent with one another supposedly being “worse than the devil’s asscrack.” the comment itself earned richie five slaps, one each from the boys, and a high-five from bev. that was until richie got permanently banned (which you still don’t know how) and now bev carried on by herself whenever they roll back into derry. 

currently, you and bev were on your way back from the concession stands, attempting not to spill anything. you each held at least four bags of carnival foods and drinks in your arms, bev also balancing the few candy bars she stashed under her shirt. teeter-tottering your way back to the boys, richie burst out in laughter at the sight of you struggling. 

“as graceful as a job you’re doing with that, sweets, do you want some help?” he smirks, already swinging his leg over the chair.

“nope, nothing to see here,” you groan at richie’s smug grin. “rich, i swear to god if you come near me i am going to-”

“hurt me, hit me, murder me, mmhm. i’m sure you’ll do a whole lot of damage.” he winks, swiping the bags from your arms.

“freaky.” stan muttered, churning his slushee with the straw. you grumble at richie’s endearing irritating act of heroism and plop yourself next to stan empty-handed. 

“here, you want some?” stan raises an eyebrow, offering his blue slushee towards you.

“thanks stan, but he’s got my...” you glance towards richie, half-expecting to see him distributing the snacks, only to see him aggressively nudge the slushees in eddie’s face. “you know what, i’ll take it.” 

stan scoffed, “what, you thought i was offering this from the depths of my generous heart? i thought you knew me better-"

the sound of plastic crinkling and eddie’s yelp cut through stan’s sentence. 

you look back at the sight of richie threatening to pour the ice into eddie’s hair, eddie shrieking and wildly missing punches at richie. dear god, your boyfriend was such a menace. richie and eddie never spent a day where they weren’t at eachother’s throats though, but anyone with a pair of eyes could see that they deeply loved one another. rich had that effect on people, you think. he was rarely overtly loving, but it’s not like he needed to be. you guys just knew.

ben smiles sweetly between you and your gaze on richie. “you’re staring again, y/n.”

you immediately snap out of it and go to slug ben in the shoulder. “was not.”

“was too.”

"was. not."

"was too!"

you narrow your eyes at ben who sheepishly smiles in innocence. he reaches over to grab a couple onion rings from your bag to which you lightly slap the back of his hand. he groans, trying again from another angle, “just because i pointed out your goo-goo eyes at trashmouth?”

bev snatched a couple rings from across you and threw them at ben. he chuckles gleefully at the perfect catch. “you know, he’s not wrong,” she points out.

“for the last time, i wasn’t staring,” you groan.

“not about that, genius. the way you’re absolutely whipped for that dick.” she smiles. “i mean,” you barely conceal your smirk, “the dick is pretty g-”

"not what i meant," bev sighs while the rest of them groan at your words.

“seriously though,” bill asks with genuine curiosity, “how did you even end up together? how do you even like someone that much?” bev tuts from the other side, “tread lightly there, denbrough.” 

“shut up, you know what i mean. it’s trashmouth we’re talking ’bout here.” bill grins, “it’s a mystery how someone can shut him up so quick.”

you laugh to yourself, thinking about the few times you get to see richie completely speechless. “it’s not that hard, you know?” you shrug softly at the way the losers nod. you may all pretend to hate the life out of him but he always had a special place in each of your hearts. “he cares with everything he’s got, no matter what. he’s always there for you even if you don’t want him to be. i just...i don’t think he’s been anything less than...” 

“-if you say ‘perfect’, i’m going to hit you.” stan says.

you roll your eyes at stan, “fuck off, but... but yeah. it’s so easy to love him and i honestly owe you guys an apology for being so annoyingly whipped for that dork,” you joke.

aside from the distant bickering coming from richie and eddie in their own little world, a silence hung over the six of you. it was too quiet. wondering if you said something wrong, you scan over them, only to be met with six variations of a smirk. more than confused, you chuckle nervously. “i was joking about the apology thing but if you really want-”

“you said ‘love.’” bev laughed.

“what?”

“you said ‘love,’” she repeated. “that you loved him.”

“i... of course i love him, he’s..” not trusting any more of the words coming out of your mouth, you cut yourself off and gather your thoughts.

of course you loved richie. each and every one of you loved your resident trashmouth, he was one of your best friends. the two of you were the closest of friends, an insufferable duo for years before you began dating. it might have only been a few weeks since he asked you out, but it’s not like too much changed from when you were friends. 

there was only more love, more affection, only slightly more sexual innuendos (majority of them were solely just to piss off stan). 

so of course you loved him. more than you did when you were friends. which he’s gotta know... right?

“fuck, maybe i do owe you guys an apology.” you joke.

“don’t think twice about it, this is nothing compared to him. if i took a shot for every time he went on some sort of love ramble about you, i’d be fucking dead.” bev replies, “and then he would carry on.”

you laugh, shaking your head in denial, “c’mon, he does not do that.”

“are you blind?” mike speaks up. “you’ve had him since the first day you joined us at the barrens. i can still see fourteen-year-old richie ogling you clear as day.”

you stammered at your response, tripping over your words. “mike, i think you broke her. she’s become bill,” stan teases.

you go to shove stan again and sorely miss. “anyways, my point is...” 

you avoid their eye contact and go back to churning stan’s slushee. “he has my heart, fuck, he’s got all of our hearts. like, is he an asshole? sure. does he get on my nerves every other day? definitely. will he be the death of me? probably. but i l-”

“i sure hope you’re winding up to something there, sweets.” 

you snap your head up from your dreamy rambling to see richie smirking next to you and eddie squeezing himself next to bill. you feel yourself go bright red at the realisation that he had been listening. 

“i- no. that was it.”  

“you sure? you going off about me... ‘but’...” richie pushes, quoting your words.

“richie, if you genuinely think you have redeeming qualities, i suggest some self-reflection.” stan quipped. “yeah, i was just pointing how much you bother us. no ifs, no buts,” you jokingly agree.

“mean,” richie rolls his eyes, shifting back in his seat next to you.

he’s gotta know... right? 

you wink and stick your tongue out playfully, to which richie raises an eyebrow at. he glances between the blue drink in your hand and your tongue, his gaze on your lips making you nervous. 

“now, what?” you sigh, wiping the ice from your mouth and pretending that you weren’t dying to know what was churning in that brain of his. 

“nothing,” richie shrugs smugly, “just that i’ve always wanted to know how my cock looked blue.”

the comment took you off guard, your instant blush only fuelling richie’s grin. without hesitation, you lean over with a faux-pout, an act that has richie’s eyes wide. “careful there, trashmouth,” you tease loudly. “you keep this up and you’ll see how stan’s looks blue.”

bev immediately gasps with her hand over her mouth, followed by mike’s stifled cackle as he slapped richie’s back. the rest of the group looks frankly stunned, and stan’s face is on a whole different level of red. 

richie doesn’t even look the least bit angry. his jaw is dropped slightly and he runs his hand over his jaw, trying to stop the chuckle that leaves his throat. if anything he looks proud. 

shaking his head with a smile, he slings his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer. “that’s my girl,” he grins.

“yeah, that for sure is tozier’s,” bill says.

there’s no way any of you miss the way richie’s face goes red under that comment and your heart skips a beat when he squeezes your side. when no one’s looking, you lean up and kiss by his ear, absolutely delighted by the deeper shade of red on his face. 

“darl, if you don’t stop that i’m going to go as red as stan,” he whispers into your hair. the both of you look back at the boy who’s trying to concentrate on his slushee and not the blush that’s continued to creep to his neck. “i’m actually getting concerned.”

you giggle, “shh, he’s fine.”

“no really, i give it a couple seconds before eddie pulls out his medical fanny pack,” richie says.

you look up at him as you’re tucked into his side, his arm still slung around your shoulder. his dark hair and eyelashes caught the sunlight, his blue eyes glinting as he glanced back. his lips were tipped into their signature cheeky smile, almost like a cue that he was going to say something out of hand. you felt the swell of your heart grow as he raised his eyebrows, prompting what he knew you were going to say. 

“you know, earlier...” you whisper, looking down to his hand intertwining with yours. “i just... i wanted to say that i... you know... that i-”

“i feel like i should be offended at how hard it is for you to tell me you love me, sweets,” he whispers back, clearly trying to keep a straight face.  fuck.  “oh god please, you know i-” richie shushes you, kissing the crown of your head. “it’s okay, i know.” you can feel the curve of his lips against your hair. “i love you too.”

trying to tame the aggressive blush and stupid smile that reached your face, you follow his gaze over to eddie. just like richie joked, he had this fanny pack laid on the table in front of stan. you weren’t listening to anything they were saying, but you watched the way stan was squirming from eddie, insisting he did not have heatstroke. mike stood right behind stan, pinching his cheeks and periodically wrapping his strong arms around stan to stop him from squirming. bev was leaning across ben and bill’s laps, joining in and poking her fun at eddie and you notice how bill’s hands traces figures along bev’s side. ben gazes at the group of them, chiming in every so often when stan’s quips got too violent. 

it was one of those moments you wish you could freeze. 

after a while, richie whispers into your ear. “do you think they’d even notice if we left for the ferris wheel?”

you break your eye contact from the group to gaze up at him. “nope, not at all. you think you can sneak us some tickets?” 

“please, you think i got kicked out of here for nothing?” he scoffs.

“is this how you’re going to get banned again?” you grin, poking his side, “stealing tickets for your girl?”

with a soft smile, he takes your hand to subtly stand and back away from the group. with stifled giggles, the both of you manage to make it at least twenty feet without the losers even noticing. the second you two were out of earshot, richie wraps his hand around yours and begins to run, “i wouldn't want it any other way."

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[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Part 3! Starring Mini Mammon and Mini Asmo!)

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Underground Tomb special Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Part 4

MC names:

Lucifer’s kid=L!MC | Mammon’s kid=M!MC | Asmo’s kid=A!MC

Why did bad things happen to good people? Well... Lucifer being a good person is up to interpretation. He hadn’t done anything too heinous recently, his instruments of torture were collecting dust for goodness sake! So why oh why was he staring down two half demon children who looked suspiciously like two of his brothers?

The first kid to step forward was Mammon’s without a doubt, but their general demeanour was very different from their father’s. Perhaps their other parent had done a good job-

“What the fuck was that?!”

Never mind. The kid had Mammon’s pottymouth.

The other child surveyed the scene with a nervousness that their suspected parent never possessed. The kid’s gaze fell on Lucifer, their eyes began to glow ever so slightly. “Uh-um...” the kid cleared their throat. “Someone explain what’s going on!”

Was this child seriously trying to use manipulation powers on Lucifer? He almost laughed at the mere idea of someone trying. The child didn’t even seem to be aware that they were doing it. When their question was met with blank stares, they instantly shrank back and practically hid behind the first half demon. Despite the severe self-esteem difference, this kid was Asmodeus’.

Lucifer’s own child cleared their throat and smiled. “Welcome to the Devildom!”

The Uncle That Looks Like he Has his Shit Together but he Leaves the Reunion Drunk off his Rocker (Lucifer)

Ah shit here we go again-

Okay- okay. Normally he’d scold L!MC for taking Diavolo’s line, but Dia had recovered from his shock and was now gushing over the new exchange students like an excited puppy.

“Okay... L!MC you’re going to need to share your room.”

“What?! Why?!”

“Unless Belphie is willing to give up the attic as a nap spot-”

“OVER MY DEAD BODY!”

“You’re sharing your room.”

RAD was buzzing with gossip for the entire first month of the second attempt at the exchange program. The threats of being eaten were once again stamped out very quickly.

(Special thanks to L!MC for being a good bodyguard)

Now, Lucifer didn’t exactly know what to expect when it came to the child of his favourite brother. Mammon was a dumbass, but this kid... this kid...

Was smart.

For the first time in Lucifer’s very long life he felt compelled to place someone in a higher echelon than himself.

Mammon’s child managed to successfully budget that dumpster fire of a house. On the first fucking day. Not only that. This kid managed to skim FIVE THOUSAND GRIMM OFF THE TOP AND THE BUDGET STILL WORKED! WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT-

Lucifer and Mammon thanked whatever spirit was watching over them because they truly believed their financial woes were over.

Shame that M!MC also spent their money on dumb stuff they didn’t need. Like father like child.

It’s no secret that Lucifer does have a bit of a soft spot for Asmo, I mean, who doesn’t love Asmo? But A!MC was a blessing sent right from the Celestial Realm.

They were just... too sweet. Way too sweet. Lucifer was actively getting cavities just being near them.

Anyone who bothered A!MC and M!MC during the first month ended up getting... uh... suspended.

(We can assume the threat of suspension would have extended to those who bothered L!MC but all the lesser demons were already terrified of them.)

Normally when Lucifer called someone into his study it was to lecture them for at least four hours and then send them to their rooms, but he was having quite the difficult time actually being upset with M!MC and A!MC.

A!MC looked close to tears and M!MC just stared right back at Lucifer with little to no fear in their eyes.

“Starting a fight during the first week of school is not how I expected the exchange students to behave.” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, and prepared to continue the lecture, when he heard a sniffle. There wasn’t enough Demonus in the entire Devildom...

“I-I’m s—sorry...” A!MC sniffled, quickly wiping at their eyes. “Th-they were being r-really scary and we did-didn’t know what else to do...”

“So you threw them out of a window?”

“I threw them out of the window.” M!MC huffed. “They were bein’ a dick.”

“So you threw them out of a window?”

“That um...” A!MC mumbled. “That’s not all... I may have... told them to stick their head in a toilet first...”

“You made them stick their head in a toilet,” Lucifer turned to M!MC. “And then you threw them out of a window?”

“Yes.” M!MC and A!MC replied. Lucifer downed the rest of his glass of Demonus and debated whether or not it would be a show of weakness to slam his forehead into the desk in front of the children.

Lucifer looked between the two for a moment, then shook his head and sighed. “It’s my job to deal with threats to the exchange students, not yours.” Lucifer stood in front of the two, he rested his hands on their heads and gave them a quick pat, before knocking their heads together. “Next time someone bothers you, tell me. If I hear even a whisper of you two getting into another fight, I’m hanging you from the ceiling. Is that clear?”

A!MC and M!MC looked at each other, then back at Lucifer and nodded. “Yes sir!”

“Good.” Lucifer removed his hand from their heads. “Now shoo.”

Flying lessons for the two of them went way quicker than it did for L!MC, mainly because L!MC was a way better teacher.

As much as Lucifer loved his newly found niblings, he couldn’t show it too much. Outward softness was reserved for L!MC and L!MC only. M!MC and A!MC were stuck with silent acts of affection.

Every once and a while a little present or two would end up in M!MC or A!MC’s possession. Some ice cream money for M!MC when they blew their part of the budget on fancy sunglasses, a multiplayer video game that the three half-demons could play together, new shoes when A!MC accidentally ruined their’s...

He’s a good uncle. A scary uncle. But a good uncle. ^_^

(Don’t tell him I said that, I’m still in trouble for advertising Mammon’s escape Go Fund Me and I don’t want to have to write the rest of this HC hanging upside down.)

He’s Not Like the Other Dads, he’s a Cool Dad! (Mammon)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (Fear)

He’s a dad?! HE’S TO YOUNG TO BE A DAD! Hang on- he’s over five thousand years old...

Oh would you look at that! His kid pulled out a calculator.

...his annual income? Uh... why do you- HEY! WHAT’S WITH THAT FACE?!

M!MC puffed out their cheek as they continued to add the ever growing list of numbers into the calculator. Mammon was trying to get a peak at what they were calculating. M!MC suddenly looked up and practically lit up the room with their smile. Aw, their fangs were growing in!

They had a devilishly charming smile, just like their pop! A real chip off the old block! It almost brought a tear to Mammon’s eye and he actually felt compelled to give this kid all the money he had on him. Maybe even his Rolex too!

“Mammon, Avatar of Greed,” M!MC said sweetly. “My... dad.”

“Yep! That’s uh... that’s me!” Mammon awkwardly ruffled his kid’s hair, the kid laughed good naturedly.

M!MC’s sweet as honey smile flipped from elated to malicious in a manner of nanoseconds. “You owe over thirteen years of child support. Dad.”

Everyone say thank you to Lucifer and Diavolo for getting M!MC to compromise and not try and sue their father.

If you thought Mammon spoiled L!MC you’ve got another thing coming. Mammon’s wallet never stood a chance against his kid.

Poor Goldie, press F to pay respects.

Mammon also tried to teach A!MC and M!MC to drive, M!MC has no regard for their safety, the safety of others, or the laws of the road, buuuuuuuut they manage to get the car back with no dents and no property damage bills are being delivered to the house sooooo...

A!MC can drive fine... it’s just that they adhere to literally every law known to demonkind, which means neither Mammon or Asmo are allowed to open up the sunroof and do that movie thing where they pop their heads out and yell something. ITS NOT SAFE!

Our beloved dummy also tried to teach his kid how to play poker, with... limited success.

“Aw, come on kiddo.” Mammon smirked, flicking his kid on the nose. “Your poker face is awful, I can also see your cards from here.”

M!MC growled and held their cards closer to their face. “My poker face is fine!” It was in fact, not fine.

Mammon scratched his head and thought for a moment. Was he sure that this kid was his? I mean, they weren’t good at poker, had terrible luck in blackjack and roulette, and could barely understand the rules of craps. Craps! While he was lamenting the loss of possible gambling winnings, an idea hit Mammon at a thousand miles an hour.

“Hey kid, you’re damn good at math like your great and amazin’ father, have you ever thought about learnin’ how to count cards?”

Fancy outfits on, hair done (sorta), car ready, the two were off to the casino after quite the intense training montage. It appeared that casinos in the Devildom allowed children inside... Diavolo should really fix that.

“Okay M!MC, you remember what to do, right?”

“Yes. Remember the signal, and if someone catches on, deny deny deny.”

Mammon gave his kid a slap on the back. “Damn straight! You got this, bud.”

As the night dragged on, M!MC and Mammon had made their weight in money, paper money, they had made a SHIT ton is what I’m saying. Tragically, neither the Avatar of Greed or his child had any sense to leave before their luck crashed like the Stock Market in 1929.

They were both Icarus, and they were playing chicken with the sun... and by 3 am they were also playing chicken with security.

“GO GO GO!” Mammon shouted as he and M!MC sprinted towards the car, the night’s winnings in hand.

“I think I lost a shoe!” M!MC gasped as they scrambled into the car, security on their heels.

“I’ll buy you new shoes JUST PUT ON YOUR SEATBELT!”

Re-enacting every Fast and the Furious movie in twenty minutes was how that lovely night of father/child bonding should have ended... until they got home and realized they were locked out.

“The window to my room!” M!MC whispered, pointing up at their window. “It’s usually unlocked, we can climb up to get to it.”

“Good idea!”

M!MC tucked the bag full of their precious money under their arm and began the climb to their window, their father close behind. They had almost made it, they were so close, M!MC could literally touch the window-

The window swung open and the smiling faces of L!MC and A!MC greeted them.

“Oh my, it looks like we have some delinquents breaking curfew~.” L!MC cooed, resting their head on their hand.

“You shouldn’t be gambling this late! A-and your accessories don’t match!” A!MC huffed.

“Oi! L!MC, A!MC! What are ya doin’ up this late! It’s not good for ya!” Mammon whisper-yelled.

“My sleep schedule should be the least of your concerns right now, right A!MC?” L!MC elbowed A!MC, who nodded enthusiastically.

“Yep! Those who break curfew are hung from the ceiling by their toes.” A!MC shuddered.

M!MC rolled their eyes and stuck out their hand. “Come on L!MC! Let us in! You should listen to your older cousin!”

Upon hearing M!MC pull the older cousin card L!MC smiled deviously, grabbing both of M!MC’s hands. “Of course, dear cousin.” They leaned in. “Long live the king!”

L!MC shoved M!MC downward, Mammon caught them, but lost his own grip and they both lost hold of the money, which fell out of the bag and onto the ground like snow. Paper snow...

Oh well, at least Mammon and M!MC landed in some of the bushes...

“Ya know,” Mammon said as the money fell around them. “I’ve had dreams where this has happened.”

“Wow,” M!MC smiled. “Me too!”

Yep. This was his kid alright.

Not all his father/kid time revolved around money, it also revolved around both of them trying to avoid horror movie night without making it look like they were chickening out.

“Okay, I’ll fake a medical emergency!”

“Kid, no! They’ll never believe that!”

Since A!MC had their father’s eye for fashion and none of the judgemental comments, the kid became Mammon’s unofficial style coach.

“U-um... I hate to say it but those shoes don’t match with the rest of the outfit, the silhouette is confusing...”

“What’re ya talkin’ about? I look fantastic!”

“Are you blind? You look like a thrift store threw up on you.”

“Who invited you, Asmo?!”

“I’m here to support A!MC! You’re doing great by the way, sweetie!”

He may have cried a little when M!MC was able to fly without help... sniffle... they grow up so fast...

Oh- oh fuck they both crashed into the tree-

Oh My God he Actually Showed Up?! (Levi)

That... that couldn’t be real life! A shut-in’s worst nightmare! More people he needed to talk to!

Considering Mammon and Asmo’s track record with taking care of his things, Levi was incredibly hesitant to invite the two to binge anime with him and L!MC.

It seemed that the two normies inherited their fathers’s level of respect for closed doors. What I’m saying is the two crashed anime night.

“I have never seen such bullshit before.”

M!MC’s hands were stuffed in about five pairs of socks each, effectively turning their hands into useless nubs.

“You be quiet! This is to make sure that you don’t take any of my things and try and sell them on Akuzon!” Levi hissed, turning back to make sure his figurines were safe from the mini Mammon. A!MC was standing awkwardly next to L!MC, who was sitting in Levi’s gaming chair reading manga.

“So what are we going to watch..?” A!MC piped up. “I haven’t really watched much anime but I did watch Digimon...”

“I was more of a Beyblade kid.” M!MC hit their sock-stumps together to make a thumping noise.

Levi looked like he was ready to have a stroke. “L-listen! Those are gateway anime! You two need to watch proper anime! Non-dubbed anime!”

A!MC let out a shriek and stared at their reflection in a very shiny looking gundam figurine. “Have I been wearing off colour lip gloss the entire day?! O-oh no... I’m a mess!”

Levi let out a strangled wail and snatched the gundam out of A!MC’s hands. “D-don’t touch that! It’s worth more than a house!”

“It is?!” M!MC perked up and tried to wrestle their way out of their sock-gloves.

“Don’t make me stick you in a straight jacket...” Levi growled. He turned to L!MC with a pleading look on his face. “Please make them stop...”

L!MC grinned deviously and closed their book. “Of course I’ll help you, if we watch season two of The Promised Neverland.”

Levi shrieked and nearly pulled out his hair then and there. “It’s manga divergent! MANGA DIVERGENT! THEY SKIPPED SO MANY ARCS!”

M!MC and A!MC continued to wreak both purposeful and accidental havoc on Levi’s room, he was just about ready to summon Lotan then and there when L!MC shrugged.

“The ball’s in your court, Levi.” L!MC leaned back in the chair and resumed reading their manga.

Levi’s willpower shattered the moment he heard something fall off one of his cabinets. “WE CAN WATCH WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST MAKE THEM STOOOOOP!”

Quick as a flash, L!MC was out of the chair and had both M!MC and A!MC by the ears.

“HEY!” L!MC growled. “STOP ACTING LIKE IDIOTS OR SO HELP ME GRANDFATHER YOU TWO WON’T LIVE TO SEE GRADUATION!”

M!MC and A!MC became the most well behaved children in the Devildom after that... and L!MC and Levi got to watch their anime in peace.

Okay, Levi wasn’t heartless, he loved his lame normie niblings. They were just very very loud...

Though, M!MC was very good at finding merch for way lower prices... and A!MC actually really liked some of the anime they watched... Maybe they weren’t so bad.

M!MC’s attempts to budget that financial dumpster fire of an otaku was not going well, at least until M!MC convinced Lucifer to dangle concert tickets in front of Levi like a carrot on a stick until he agreed to do his best to stay within the monthly budget.

Levi had learned his lesson from L!MC’s flying lessons and steered clear of them, but luck was not on his side. The ONE time he willingly stepped outside of the house...

Both M!MC and A!MC crashed right into him.

The Uncle With the Cat You Never See and Aren’t Really Allowed to Pet. (Satan)

Oh fuck him sideways the house was going to be so much louder... Say goodbye to his quiet reading time...

On the bright side, the look of pure disbelief and exhaustion on Lucifer’s face gave Satan the biggest rush of serotonin he’d ever had in his life.

To be honest, he got on well with Asmo, and he... well it’s Mammon.

Could have been worse.

Could have been ANOTHER child of Lucifer.

“So... who do you think did it?” M!MC asked as the opening to the fourth episode of the murder documentary they were watching began. “I think it was the sister.”

“On what evidence do you make that assumption?” Satan asked.

M!MC shrugged. “Chick’s shifty.”

“I um... I think they disappeared on their own accord.” A!MC murmured. “I mean, so far it seemed the two’s home lives sucked...”

“Good theory.” Satan nodded to himself. “But both of you are wrong, it was very clearly the mother and the neighbour.”

“On what evidence do you make that assumption?” L!MC asked, imitating Satan’s voice. Detective Toe Beans was sprawled out on their lap.

Satan glowered at L!MC and leaned over to scratch Bean behind the ears. “The step-mother and neighbour are backing up each other’s alibis and they have a motive, access to a possible murder weapon, and a way of disposing of the corpses.”

L!MC rolled their eyes. “That’s a load of crap. It was just the step-mother. The mother had the motive, she and the father were on the outs, she wanted the father’s inheritance all to herself so she got rid of his kids.”

“How many more episodes of this are there?” M!MC asked. “This seems like a really dragged out way of just saying: I don’t know.”

“Sh! They’re explaining possible corpse disposal methods!” Satan hissed.

The four of them traded theories until the documentary series eventually ended with an unsatisfying ‘we dunno’.

“This is such shit...” M!MC muttered. “How have they managed to fill eight episodes with all these leads and evidence and the case is still unsolved?!”

“It’s because everyone involved was incompetent and stupid.” Satan sighed.

“You know,” L!MC smirked. “With all the true crime stuff the four of us watch, we could create the perfect crime.”

“We really could.” M!MC nodded in agreement.

“Using A!MC’s powers no one would suspect us...” Satan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“Uh...” A!MC shifted uncomfortably. “On an unrelated note... I’m going to go...”

As A!MC scampered out of the room, L!MC turned to Satan and M!MC.

“There’s always the one weak person in the group who’s not down with murder.”

“A sad truth.”

“Hang on I thought we were talking about theft or something-”

Satan and M!MC are surprising study buddies, hell, they even help Mammon study. Or... it’s more accurate to say that they try to help Mammon study.

A!MC is good company, they’re quiet when they read, unlike most people in the house who felt the need to provide commentary on every single event that occurs in the book.

After proving to be quite useless in L!MC’s flight lessons, he just reminded the two new half demons to wear protective padding.

The Hot Single Dad That’s In Every Romcom That Features a Child (Asmo)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (excitement)

Oh... his... father... HE WAS A DILF NOW-

He practically vaulted out of his seat to coo and fuss over his new found hellspawn, they were just SO CUTE!

Their wings were just like his! So adorable! Oh and those little horns! They were so cute Asmo just might have combusted then and there.

Of course, he couldn’t combust without finding out which of his flings had made such an adorably shy mini-him.

“Ah! I remember that party!” Asmo squee-ed as he looked at a picture of A!MC’s parent. “They looked so hot in that outfit I swear I was completely-”

“Asmodeus.” Lucifer grumbled. “That’s a child in front of you.”

“Oh! Right! Mind if I call your ren, A!MC?” Asmo asked, ruffling their kid’s hair. “I want to see if they remember me fondly!”

As Asmo chattered with A!MC’s parent about just how adorable and perfect their kid turned out, Asmo leaned over to A!MC to ask a question.

“A!MC, I know this is sudden but how do you feel about getting a sib-”

“ASMODEUS IF YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE I WILL FEED YOU TO CERBERUS!”

“Tsk. Rude.”

It’s safe to say Asmo adores his kid. I mean, they’re 50% him, how could he not.

He didn’t exactly have experience with the whole... being a big part of his kids’s life thing. Sure he held the unofficial record for most kids but that was because effective birth control hadn’t been invented at the time when he was allowed to run rampant in the human world, not because he was an A+ dad.

None of that mattered! He was going to be a 10/10 dad to A!MC!

They were so shy... so... mouse-like...

“Um... dad?” A!MC awkwardly twiddled there thumbs as they stood in the doorway to their father’s room. The sweet smell of whatever essential oil was being spread with the diffuser did next to nothing to calm the poor half-demon’s nerves.

Asmo popped his head out of his walk-in closet with a sparkling smile. “Yes, child of mine?”

“I um, just wanted to ask...” A!MC was desperately trying to stave off an oncoming stutter-spiral. “H-h-how- *ahem* how do- ugh...”

A!MC steeled their face and straightened their posture.

“How do I be confident like you?!” They blurted that out a little too loud for comfort, but Asmo’s near-immediate joy quashed any embarrassment A!MC was feeling.

“You want to be like little ol’ me?” Asmo gushed, clearly trying to hide just how flattered he was. “Well, of course you do! Your dad’s got your back. So first what we’re going to do-”

The Avatar of Lust had done the stereotypical early 2000s movie makeover many times before, but never with so much enthusiasm. His kid’s style was fine, it wasn’t a lack of pizazz either, it was the lack of confidence in the pizazz.

“Okay, now stand up straight.”

A!MC straightened their back as much as they could.

“Perfect! Chin up, shoulders back, and there you go!”

A!MC didn’t look too different on account that Asmo felt like their fashion sense was perfect, but dear not-old dad coached MC on a new walk, better posture, and Asmo filled their arms with about seven boxes of self-care supplies.

“What’s all this for?” A!MC asked, shifting the weight of the boxes slightly so they could actually see their dad.

“That, A!MC, is all the stuff you need to have confidence.” Asmo explained. “It’s not required of course, but it sure does help.”

“I’m not sure I follow...”

“Oh sweetie, it’s simple really. When you take care of yourself, you feel better, and when you feel better, you look better, and when you look better and feel better, your confidence skyrockets!” Asmo shifted some of the boxes A!MC was carrying around so they could stand up straighter and not be held down by the weight of the self-care arsenal. “Good posture stops your back from hurting, dressing decently helps you feel better about your appearance, as does taking care of your skin, aaaaaand all this will culminate in you being your best!”

A!MC still looked a bit skeptical, but they nodded anyway.

“Remember MC!” Asmo said as he led MC back to their room to help them sort their new stuff. “Confidence in yourself doesn’t happen overnight, so don’t let Mammon try and sell you a fix-all potion because it’s just boiled Gatorade.”

“O-okay- wait did you just say-”

“Yes, boiled Gatorade.” Asmo shuddered. “Let’s not talk about that.”

Dear uncle Asmo? A financial dumpster fire?! It’s more likely than you’d think.

Sure, Asmo’s got a job and makes his own money, but Geez Louise... one demon does not need that much hand cream! Or that many questionable Akuzon packages that everyone is too afraid to touch...

M!MC had their work cut out for them is what I’m trying to say.

Of course... once M!MC realized what a lost cause getting Asmo to stop with the obsessive bath bomb purchases was and a few too many insults were thrown at M!MC’s dear dad... some of Asmo’s things went uh... “missing”

But would you look at that! No one went over-budget!

Even though their dads have a fierce party related rivalry, A!MC and M!MC get along great. It’s very wholesome.

The Uncle That Helps You Pester Whoever is in Charge of the Food at the Family Reunion About Dessert (Beel)

Yay! More kids :)

Do you think any of them know how to cook? No? Okay... :(

Beel adores his new niblings with all his heart and soul, and Belphie’s out of the attic and is able to meet them with everyone else this time! Yay!

I didn’t mention this in the other parts- but Beel totally gave L!MC piggyback rides whenever they asked, but now that two more kids have arrived... it’s now a fight to be tall.

But yea- kids like uncle Beel. Strong contender for favourite uncle.

“Do you think this is right?” A!MC asked as they fiddled with the settings on the stovetop.

“No clue. Do we put the cheese on while the meat is cooking or do we wait until after?” M!MC asked, they flipped through multiple cheeseburger recipes on their DDD, their frustration growing. “Hang on- do we have a deep fryer?”

A!MC rummaged around the cupboards and shelves for a good fifteen minutes and came back empty handed. “No, but I’ve seen videos of people making fries without a deep fryer, I think we just need to heat up vegetable oil and drop the potatoes in.”

After setting up the make-shift deep fryer, the two cousins carefully dropped the first fry into the oil, then screamed like banshees when some oil splashed close to their hands.

“Did you get burned?!” M!MC asked, A!MC shook their head.

“No, you?”

“Nah...” M!MC eyed the oil warily. “We should do this one at a time to be safe...”

It was an awkward process, grab potato, place potato, scream, make sure no one is burned, repeat. As... decent as the process was, with both of them manning the deep fryer, no one was manning the patties that were now completely charred.

“What’s going on in here? It smells like Solomon’s cooking.” Beel poked his head into the kitchen and saw two very upset children and the world’s messiest kitchen.

“We’re failures. That’s all...” M!MC murmured.

“We wanted to make lunch for all of us and we ruined it...” A!MC added.

Beel’s heart was set to explode then and there- but his stomach growled. “You tried your best, don’t feel too bad. Let’s get cheeseburgers somewhere else with Belphie.”

M!MC and A!MC nodded enthusiastically as the three of them left the destroyed kitchen behind them.

After Beel had to sling a sleeping Belphie over his shoulder, the now four of them were halfway out the door before they heard L!MC scream bloody murder.

“YOU IDIOTS COME BACK HERE AND CLEAN THIS MESS UP RIGHT NOW!”

M!MC and A!MC made eye contact, then sprinted out the door. “CHEESEBURGERS FIRST!”

A!MC and M!MC probably go to all of Beel’s games like the little super fans they are. Beel is very grateful for the support! :D

Flying lessons? Nnnnnot again. He’s here for moral support and moral support only. And to catch the two babs when they inevitably fall.

The Uncle Who Was Like... Really Racist the Last Time You Saw Him But He’s Not Anymore (Belphie)

So he uh... he didn’t try and kill these two. That already gave the two newbies a better first impression than what he gave to L!MC.

The Anti Lucifer league ALSO grew, just by one member though. A!MC was very easily persuaded to snitch on whatever prank the group concocted.

The attic nap club gained two new members, but Belphie still had to deal with wings hitting him in the face and waking him up. He’d usually return the favour with a swat from his tail.

“M!MC I swear I will throw you out of the window if you kick me again.” Belphie murmured, mashing his face into his pillow.

“Mmmph.” M!MC threw a pillow in Belphie’s direction.

“Quit whining, Belphie.” L!MC huffed. “You’re doing better than me.”

A!MC had attached themselves to L!MC like a sloth to a tree and would not let go or stop drooling. Ah schadenfreude, the best feeling in the galaxy...

“Stop with that look.” L!MC hissed, Belphie snickered. “I’m telling you to quit it because you’ll wake up Beel, and Beel is solving your M!MC problem.”

Belphie turned to see Beel practically crush M!MC into a bone breaking hug in his sleep.

“Should we do something about that?” L!MC yawned.

Belphie smirked his little douchebag smirk. “Eh, let them stew for a few more minutes.”

“Help me...” M!MC rasped.

Out of the three, A!MC is probably the best nap buddy, they bring in their own pillows and don’t hog the blankets.

Belphie is once again at the forefront for taking videos of the flying lessons, at least till M!MC accidentally broke Belphie’s DDD.

Just a friendly reminder, the sleepy cow man would kill for these kids.

Look at them funny and no one will find your body.

Okay! That’s part 3 done! I had to cut Belphie’s and Satan’s short because of post limit stuff, but the stuff with the side characters is coming soon! Also, Mammon would like me to inform all those who donated to his Go Fund Me that you will NOT be getting your money back, he has a kid to deck out in full Gucci now, he needs the cash!

[bakugotsundere]

Hating Him - Bakugou Katsuki (2)

Bakugo x (black) fem reader

( still can read if you’re not)

sorry if it bothers you, i just felt that my black readers weren’t feeling black as they were reading y/n stories cause i for sure wasn’t

Warning: Smut, Rough sex, hair pulling, name calling, Nsfw 18+

Summary: Bakugo and you have hated each other ever since you met, being on the same track team and having the same friend group didn’t make things any better. you 2 have to act like you like each other for the benefit of the friend group until one day you and him are forced to have movie night with the others and you both have had enough of each other’s shit.

It was now saturday and you had just came home from practice. It was about 6 in the afternoon. You started to run you some bath water, remembering how you’d have to go to the sleep over with Mina and the others. You and bakugou still didn’t get along, it was nothing but you 2 arguing at practice and the team being annoyed. You just couldn’t bring yourself to like him, no matter how hard you tried you just...couldn’t. Ever since you’ve got here, he’s hated you. He knew you were competition and he treated you like-so, even though you were on the same team. He didn’t care and neither did you.

you took off your uniform, stretching before you got into the bath water. the feeling was amazing, your muscles were finally relaxed. The feeling of the bath water brought you ease. You enjoyed this time, since you knew tonight was going to be crazy. You closed your eyes, calming yourself down as you cleared your mind. Frank ocean played on your headphones. You washed up about 4 times before rinsing yourself off with the shower head. You stepped out of your bath tub, dancing like a white lady on those commercials, as weird as it sounds it was the funnest thing ever. Pretty Girl by Clairo played on your headphones now. You dropped your towel, grabbing your shea butter, rubbing it all over your body.

You washed your face, letting it air dry afterwards. You grabbed a 2 piece pajama set that was satin, placing it in your bag. The top and bottoms matched, it was a cream color that was really light. You put on some thigh length socks. Mina had bought the pajama set for the movie tonight. You didn’t know if it fit or not so you brought something with you just in case. you were supposed to change at her house but the boys had to come in their pajamas for some weird reason. You threw some biker shorts on and a tank top that you had cut a little, you put on your nike slides, waiting on Mina to come pick you up. You took out the flexi rods in your hair. the curls were loose since your hair had been so long. It was like mid back legnth. you picked it out a little bit, giving it more volume. You smiled, showing your dimples, loving out it turned out. You knew it’d only last for the weekend though. Your ginger hair was growing on you.

you rubbed a little moisturizer to your face, so it wasn’t dry. Then you applied a little lip gloss and put your apple watch back on and sprayed a little perfume on yourself and putting on some spray on deodorant. you placed the how shoes she got you in the back also. you grabbed your nike slides, putting them on so you wouldn’t be barefooted. You heard a notification pop up on your phone.

Mina> We’re outside. might have to sit on someone’s lap 🙃.

You had your fingers crossed, praying that it wasn’t bakugou and that he had took his own car. You didn’t want to have to sit on anybody’s lap really. You headed out your house, walking towards Mina’s navy blue audi. The windows were tinted so you couldn’t see inside. You opened up the back door to be greeted by Bakugou, “Hi y/n. I’m in love with your hair. i wish my hair was that long.” Yaoyorozu told you and you smiled, “thank you.” you said softly. “Hiiiiii. Bakugou is being quite grumpy right now, don’t worry about him.” Mina said as you noticed Denki in the front seat. Yaoyorozu was on Todorokis lap and Kirishima was sitting in the middle, focused on whatever was in his phone. “Bakugou help her open the trunk so she can put her things in there.”

He sighed, getting out of the car. He was wearing a black shirt along with grey nike sweatpants and a pair of nike slides. Fits him. He followed you to the trunk, as he did, you noticed that the he was more quiet than usual. you smiled, “Hello to you too bakugou.” he stated. “I’m not being friendly to you. They can’t hear us. Don’t pull what you did at practice again.” He told you, all you did was hand him his water bottle after he was forced to run 2 laps around the track field after practice since he had got into a fight and you were just helping him.

“i didn’t do anything, i was trying to be nice dummy. but clearly you didn’t take it that way.” You stated placing your bag inside the trunk. He watched your as your did so, his eyes lingered on your body longer than usual. He closed it and you followed him back to the car, he opened the door, getting back in. “Where will I sit?” you asked and mina looked in the back, sighing. “Maybe sit on bakugo or Kirishimas lap? Bakugou looked like he doesn’t even wanna be here. ask Kirishina.” Mina told you. Kirishima looked at you, giving you a cheeky smile, “Sure, you can-“

Bakugo interrupted him by slapping him upside his head. “Your girlfriend wouldn’t like that.” Bakugo told him giving him a look, kirishima spoke up, “Nevermind I forgot to tell you guys I had a girlfriend.” He stated, bakugou looked at you and you knew that meant you had to sit on his lap. “Yaoyorozu can we umm...switch please?” You asked and she was about to say yes before Bakugos large hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you onto his lap, you closed the door, moving around to make yourself comfortable. “Don’t ever do that again. They’ll suspect that you don’t like me and we can’t have them know that.” He whispered in your ear and you felt butterflies swarm in your stomach, hating how you reacted towards his touch. You didn’t know why it’d mess up things if they found out you two didn’t like each other but you went along with it anyways. “Still wanna switch?” She asked and you shook your head with a small smile, “No, Bakugo should be fine.” You stated. His body was warm unlike yours, which made everything worse cause you had the urge to be up under him. “Everybody ready?” Mina asked and everybody in the car replied with a small yes.

Bakugos hands would squeeze your waist, pulling you down onto his lap more as you would go over pot holes or small bumps in the rode. you’d move around occasionally to a song until bakugo had told you stop moving. You guys were still in the car, just closer than before, you started to feel something pressing against your ass as Mina stopped at a red light. The outline of it was hard, thick and very long. Your cheeks went a bright pink, knowing what it was. It was bakugos little friend, you had caused this. You could feel yourself start to get moist at the feeling of this. You hated how nasty your body reacted to his. Your pussy began to throb as so did his print and you both had to sit there as if you didn’t feel each other’s private areas yearning for each other. you refused to accept it because you hated it. Hated him especially.

Mina pulled up to her house and everyone began to get out, you were about to get out but Bakugou pulled you back down onto his lap. He shifted underneath you, moving up, his hands gripped your inner thigh, “When we get inside this house, forget about this whole car ride. Pretend this shit never happened. Tell anybody about this and i’ll fucking kill you.” He told you, pushing you off his lap. You got out the car shocked at what had just happened but you wanted to forget about what happened just as much as he did.

“Y/n? I missed you so much. I hate having a dorm, i never see you anymore.” you heard a familiar voice say and you realized it was Asui and smiled, giving her a small hug. Asui was a very chill person but she was confused all the time which made her adorable. She had on a green shirt and sweatpants, with her long hair in 2 pigtails. “I miss you too, you should stop by my house some time.” You said excitedly. “Will do.” She told you going into the house. You looked in the trunk, searching for your bag, “What happened to my bag?” you asked. Todoroki nodded his head at the door, “Bakugou took it in with him i think. He’s been acting weird ever since you came to our college.” He said, going into Mina’s house as he mumbled the last part to himself. You had wondered what he meant by “weird” and more importantly what did he do with your bag.

You followed behind him going into her house, Her house was huge, like huge. Her mother had money, so she bought Mina her own house, there was enough space and room in here for all of you. You missed the comforting smell of her house, you hadn’t been here in so long. You looked around, noticing she changed a few things around. “Anybody know where bakugou went?” you asked and everyone shook there head no, you sighed going upstairs, looking in each room, going back down the hall after no luck in finding him your face hit something hard, like real hard. You looked up at what you had hit and it was bakugo, your cheeks turned pink remembering the car ride, “Where’s my bag?” you asked and he shrugged his shoulders as he stared down at you, “When i got in, Mina took it from me.” He stated. Ok. This wasn’t as awkward as you expected “Why’d you umm...why’d you grab my bag?” you asked confused on why his hands was touching your stuff.

“Because messing with your shit is fun. Why else?”He asked. “I dislike you.” You told him angrily, trying your hardest to keep your cool. “Sure.” He told you before walking past you. You figured you wouldn’t stress it and went back downstairs into the living room, everyone got settled in, making pallets and grabbing out all the board games. you had told them that you didn’t wanna participate in any games but the card games. They were now starting a game of domino.

Bakugou was making the cookies and you watched him as he did. Your eyes followed his hands, his fingers were long and large. he had two silver rings on the pointer finger of his left hand. “Y/n, since you and bakugo don’t want to participate in any of the games, you can be the chefs for tonight. Make the cinnamon rolls too please.” Denki told you from the couch, snapping your attention away from Bakugou and you laughed softly going into the kitchen, “I do wanna play war with the cards though, so don’t forget about me when the card games come around.” you told him and he nodded his head.

“I could’ve made the cinnamon rolls.” Bakugou told you as you opened the ‘fridge. you rolled your eyes, “yes but they asked me, focus on your cookies idiot.” You replied grabbing them from the refrigerator. “Your mouth is too smart.” He said turning the oven on 350, You grabbed a pan from underneath the cabinet, loading them on the counter between the stove and refrigerator. You turned around, watching him as he placed the cookies in the oven, “so fix it.” you told him, looking him in his eyes, daring him to do something.

“I will.”

you didn’t know what he meant by that but you could tell that it wasn’t good but you didn’t care, what’s the worse that he could do.

You turned back around opening the cinnamon rolls, placing them on the pan after spraying spam onto the pan. You opened the oven, putting the cinnamon rolls inside. steve lacy played loudly on the tv and you danced around in the kitchen as you grabbed the things you needed, loving every part of this, you grabbed the oreos, placing them on the island top counter, along with the pancake mix. they told you to make fried oreos also. Bakugou watched you intensely. His eyes never leaving your dancing body.The only reason you knew how to cook was because your mother was a chef and was very experimental with foods and taught you lots of stuff. You grabbed the wisk, mixing in the water with the pancake mix. The mixing was going by very very slow and there was still chunks.

You started asking yourself what you did wrong until you felt Bakugos hands at your waist. He placed his hand over yours, showing you how to mix, you were about to tell him to move but he whispered something in you ear, “Play along, if they find out we don’t like each other shit will go down hill.” he told you and you sighed nodding your head. You knew he was right, everyone in this group liked each other, and if they found out that you 2 hated each other, things would go left. You knew how fragile this group was.

“Mix in small circles so you’re able to get everything.” He told you with his left hand still at your waist, he was able to mix everything together with ease. “Thank you.” you said softly, you felt yourself start to throb down there again as he pressed hisself against you more. You didn’t know if it was on purpose so you didn’t bother with saying anything. “Did your mother teach you how to cook?” you asked him and he shook his head. “No. I taught myself because I wanted to make food my way instead of hers. It wasn’t nasty or anything, just not what i wanted.” He stated firmly as he started up the grease to fry them in. Sounds like him. You stood next to him, “I still hate you.” He said and you looked up at him, “I hate you too. Trust me, the way i feel about you hasn’t changed.”

He tried to move you out of the way but you removed yourself from his grip, hitting him in his arm. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling your head back and bringing his lips to your ear, “Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”He warned letting go of your hair harshly, you stood there in aw of what he just had done. There’s no way you were just gonna let him get away with that but what could you possibly do to him?

He walked away from you telling you to watch the grease, he just violated you and you stood there and let it happen. He’s so...so fucking annoying.

...

It was getting late, everybody had wined down. The music was turned off and the movie was on. You and Bakugo hadn’t talked since he did what he did, you decided to avoid him for the night, being in his presence irritated you. He had been so strict on everything tonight as if this was his house when it wasn’t. He told everyone that he didn’t wanna sleep on the couch or ground so he slept in one of the rooms upstairs. Popcorn was everywhere and now it was just a bunch of adults, sleeping wildly across the floors and couches.

You looked around softly laughing at everyone’s positions. Asui was sleep in the recliner, she was cute when she slept. Denki was on the other couch by himself with his feet hanging off the edge and slob coming down his cheek. Mina and Kirishima were on the ground, the 2 of them had been the most tired since they had been play fighting each other all day. Minas foot was in his mouth and kirishimas was in hers. you tried your hardest not to let out an ugly laugh, Yaoyorozu had left, telling us that she had family problems but you all knew she didn’t, she just hated sleeping anywhere that was not her bed. Todorokis head was in your lap, he stayed still when he slept. You got along with Todoroki the most, he was very observant. He tried telling you that Bakugou has been wanting to have sex with you since you came to the university and you almost slapped him for saying that, you knew it was a lie and he was just saying stuff. After that, he laid his head on your thighs asking if you had ever considered being a pillow. at that point you knew that it was time for him to get rest and he soon fell asleep.

Nobody but you had watched the movie all the way through, you had been watching this movie called hansle and grettle. It was very scary but confused you in the end a bit. You removed Todorokis head from your lap, gently placing it on the couch. You slid to the refrigerator, opening it, grabbing the picture of water. You grabbed a wooden cup from the cabinet placing it on the counter and poured the water inside it.

“Why are you up?” You heard a deep, raspy voice say. You jumped in surprise, spilling a little water on your shirt. You sighed turning around, seeing who had just scared the shit out of you. You were met with a wide awoke Bakugo, his hair was a bit messy and you couldn’t ignore the fact that he looked good. You turned back around, ignoring him. You were serious about ignoring him. You went on, drinking your water. “How long are you gonna keep up with this bull shit?” he asked you and you stood there silent, not answering him. You had been put on your satin pajamas after the games were over, bakugou had been upstairs the whole time you were here.

The satin pajamas barely fit but Mina insisted that you still wear them because you looked, “sexy”. Your thighs were all out, and the shirt fit like a crop top instead of a shirt, since your breast were big, the shirt raised up showing your underboob everytime you raised your arms above your head. You still had on your thigh length socks. You drunk the rest of your water, putting the cup in the sink. You placed the picture of water back in the refrigerator and You grabbed some paper towels going to wipe up the water you spilled.

You felt Bakugous presence behind you, “Move. I need a cup.” he told you and you stood there not listening to what he just told you to do. He purposely brushed his length against your ass, as he grabbed a cup, the same one as you. He went to the refrigerator, getting the picture of water, pouring it inside the cup he had. You watched him as he did so, his muscles were showing since he had on a black shirt and the black had fit him so well. Your eyes looked down, seeing his print through his grey sweatpants. It was huge, like big and you wondered how anybody could even take that inside them. Let alone get the tip in. Your eyes wandered to his hands, You had a hand kink and his hands fit into it. His fingers were neat, he had clear coat of polish on them. His fingernails were clipped to the perfect size. He took care of his hands. Veins popped out his hands slightly and his fingers were long. You found yourself getting moist as your mind wandered to how good his fingers would feel inside you.

His cup being sat down on the counter snapped you out of your fantasy. You looked back up to be met with his Vermillion eyes. He caught you staring, you hurriedly turned your head embarrassed. You hated yourself so much for this, for even thinking about such lewd things when it came to him. You hated him and him being so fucking perfect didn’t change that. You felt him behind you, this time his hands were at your waist. He positioned your hips, now your ass was rubbing against his cock. You took in a deep breath, restraining yourself from saying anything to him, “Its not nice to stare.” He told you in your ear as he moved your ass around his length. You stayed quiet, trying not to let a moan escape your lips. “Still giving me the silent treatment, are we?” His hand went across your bum, leaving a stinging sensation. You gasped, “C’mon y/n, say something before i go fucking crazy.” He told you as he played with the band of your shorts. You stayed quiet wanting to know what his crazy was. “You’re so god damn stubborn.” He said in your ear as you felt his hand press against your stomach, he began to place kisses on your shoulder and neck, feeling him sucking a little too hard, a small moan escaped your lips and you felt him smile against your skin, “I thought you hated me?”

You turned around to face him, “I-I hate you. Don’t ever for a second get to thinking that I don’t.” you told him as you pulled him closer towards you, crashing your lips against his, your small hands placed at his cheeks, loving how warm he was. He kissed back with more aggression, You tried to convince yourself that you didn’t like him but it was getting harder to believe as your body yearned for his touch and now the need to feel his hands all over you grew. He pulled back and tilted his head, “finally ready to fucking talk? i’ve got a lot to say darling.” he said as his hands squeeze your waist, you looked him in his eyes, scared of this eye contact but loving how beautiful his eyes were. “Like what?” you asked. His large hands traveled down to your ass, kneading it almost. “I hate you. hate you so fucking much but...” he continued to kiss you along your neck. “but i only hate you because i want you.” he stated in between kisses, “Nobody has ever made me want them,” his hands found there way to your breast, his large hands squeezing them, “but — god dammit— i’ve been wanting you ever since you walked onto that track field,” his hands were soon replaced by his mouth, your shirt now raised and your breast being sucked on, as if he was a baby, your moans were low and quiet. His eyes, looking up at you as he did so, watching you as you struggled to keep your moans to yourself.

Your back arched a little, and he brung his lips back up to yours. Everything was so heated and out of control but you liked it, so much pent up anger had led to this and fuck, it was good. His hands tugging at the hem of your satin shorts, wanting to touch something more private. Your breathing became heavy and you realized how far you and him were willing to take this. He pulled his ring off of his fingers, placing them on yours, “Can’t have them on while i finger fuck you so I want you to wear it.” He stated and you nodded your head. His hands found themselves inside your shorts and he dragged his middle finger between your pussy lips, “Someone you hate shouldn’t make you this wet darling.” He stated and the feeling of his thumb brushing against your throbbing clit made you moan almost too loudly. He smirked, already knowing this was the sensitive spot. He started to rub it faster and your lips parted as you held onto his arm. He knew how crazy this was driving you because with each circular motion, your pussy got wetter and wetter.

His two middle fingers pressed at your entrance as he brushed his thumb against your now swollen clit. You wanted this, needed it almost as he teased you. “Bakugo. I-I need you to...” you pleaded softly. “Need me to what. It’s not that fucking hard to say. C’mon.” you looked him in the eyes, he looked at you, “I need your permission. Tell me what the fuck you want y/n.” He spat out and your eyes fluttered at how he made wanting permission seem so aggressive but at the same turn a huge turn on, “I-I want your fingers inside of me.” You moaned, and he smiled shoving his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and you placed your hand over your mouth, letting out a muffled moan. “Wasn’t that hard to say, was it?” He asked as he brung his fingers in and out of you, your fingers digging into his forearms, as quiet moans left your mouth repeatedly. He kept eye contact with you the whole time, making sure he saw how pretty your face looked when you moaned just for him. He started going faster and your brown pupils dilated, “I-I’m about to cum.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear but soft enough so that the others wouldn’t. “Shhh...cant let the others hear you now can we?” He asked and you shook your head no as his fingers grazed against your walls at a rapid pace.

Your legs got weak as his fingers bent up inside you when he reached your spot. His name was moaned loudly from your lips, followed by him removing his hands from out of you and bringing them to his lips, tasting the juices from your pussy on his fingers. he looked at you before placing his fingers deep down your throat. He pulled them out, wiping his fingers on your cheek, “I need a taste.” He stated and you shook your head no, “That’s too far. They’ll hear us.” You stated looking over into the living room. Bakugo grabbed your chin, making you face him, he kissed you again, this time more passionate and slow but still rough, he bit your bottom lip, pulling it. “They won’t hear if you stay quiet. This is all on you.” He replied and you stayed quiet as you felt his hands grab you and turned you against the island top counter , this was closer to the living room, too close almost. The couch was almost right in front of you, only the other side of the table in the way and you could see Todoroki sleeping along with the others.

Bakugou didn’t care and acted as if they were not there. He made you bend over a little and he pulled off your panties, your juices now not having anything to soak through at all. He rubbed your ass roughly before you felt him go down, “so fucking pretty.” He said underneath his breath before you felt his tongue glide between your folds, a groan found it’s way out of your mouth. He started to use his whole mouth, making sure he tasted every part of your pussy. Quiet moans and whimpers leaving your mouth everytime he sucked at your clit, making it even more swollen. He lifted your leg across the counter, his tongue finding its way back to your clit, licking it repeatedly. You never had felt this before, this was something new to you coming from Bakugou. You knew he was experienced but not this much. His mouth pleased you as his hands gripped your ass so he could get a clear view of your pussy. His tongue found itself pressing against your entrance and you moaned louder than expected, he slapped your ass, “Be quiet.” He lowly growled and you gasped as he went back to move his tongue in and out of you, “Bakugo...I’m about to-

“No you’re not.” He stated and you looked back at him confused, he continued to eat you, “I-I can’t...” you breathe out, “Hold it. I want to see your pretty face when you cum, I need to taste everything.” He told you as he turned you around and placed you on the counter. His hand pressed at your pelvic area. He placed 3 fingers inside of you, knuckles deep and your eyes went wide as your back arched. You couldn’t go much longer. You lost it when his lips sucked at your puffy clit. His wrist, thrusting his fingers in and out of you fast and rough at a uncontrollable pace at the same time. Your hands found themselves gripping his hair and he looked up at you, seeing sweat drip down from your face and your curls all messy now, this sight made his cock throb and want to have himself inside of you even more but he just couldn’t get enough of your taste. You looked down at him and you could feel yourself reach your climax, your started to tremble underneath his touch and a foreign liquid came out of your body as you let out a series of loud moans, not caring if you had awoken anyone. Bakugo licked up every juice through a sly smile. He looked up at you, “You didn’t tell me you were a squirter.” He said pulling your panties back over your pussy, kissing your inner thigh gently before going up to kiss you and you tasted yourself on his lips.

When you pulled away from him and looked down at his print, he was really on hard now. You wondered if he’d be willing to take it that far but you didn’t just wanna leave him hanging. You looked up at him, “I...I” you tried to find words but nothing would come out and he placed the palm of his hand on your small cheek, “I don’t need anything in return. Tasting you was more for me than it was for you.” He stated and you played with your fingers, “Are you sure?” You asked and he nodded his head at the living room, you turned around to see Todoroki starting to wake up, “I don’t think you’d keep quiet if i fucked you right here but I’m sure this was enough for you to control that smart mouth of yours when you’re around me.” He stated. “Bakugo-

“I wanted a taste and I got what I came here for. See you at practice.” He said in your ear, making you realize how much you still hated him, “I still don’t like you.” You told him and he chuckled deeply sending chills throughout your body, “Are you trying to tell me or yourself?” He responded and your cheeks heated up and you got quiet. You watched him as he walked back upstairs, you could’ve sworn you saw him wiping your remaining juices off corners of his mouth with his thumb and sucking it off as he left you. realizing what he asked you. You put back on your shorts and you watched as Todoroki got up and came into the kitchen sleepily. “Why are you up?” He asked as He came around to you half asleep. he was about to step into the puddle of your juices on the floor. “Todoroki don’t-

He stepped into it, getting his sock wet, “Who the fuck spilled water and didn’t get it up?” He asked and you acted as if you didn’t know, knowing that the mess came from you, “I-I don’t know but I’ll get it up.” You said softly, realizing that Bakugo didn’t take his rings back and that you’d have to give them back in the morning.

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What about a s/o that moves around in her sleep... Like me. I kick and I somehow end up upside down (my face at the end of the bed)... Kenma, Hinata, Tendou & Bokuto...

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A S/O That Flops Around Like a Fish Out of Water When Sleeping

Featuring Kenma, Hinata, Tendo, and Bokuto

Kozume Kenma

The first time Kenma sleeps in the same bed as you is when you offer to help him study in his senior year

Kuroo is, obviously, gone and busy with uni

You both study until it's dark so Kenma decides to stay there

You are putting your stuff up and getting ready for bed

You turn around and see Kenma already curled up under your blankets

You were going to let him have the bed anyway but he didn't even ask, boyfriend or not

"What are you staring at?" He asked and lightly patted the bed space next to him

You flushed, you knew you were a rowdy sleeper

You didn't want to end up punching or kicking your boyfriend!!!!

"No, I'm going to go sleep on the futon"

"What? Why? I'm not going to do anything, puddin'."

The little nickname he gave you made you weak

How could you say no? His pout was irresistible

"But I move around a lot in my sleep. I don't want to bother you."

"I'll be fine, pudding. Besides, we'll end up sleeping in the same bed someday, right?"

He smiled oh-so-innocently at you as you couldn't help but flush very very red

He patted the area next to him again, this time with more persistence

You slid in next to him saying "If I punch you and knock you out you can't be mad at me"

"I could never really get mad at you, pudding."

You were sleeping face to face holding hands

Not to long after you flopped over on your back, your arm dangling over the bed

Kenma wasn't a light sleeper by any means, but this was his first time sharing such a small space and being around you thus vulnerable

So he forced his eyes open

They burned from being tired

He saw your arm and knew it would go numb dangling like that so he brought it back over, turning you over as well

Then he was jolted awake from one of your legs flying over and resting across his thighs

He chuckled a little

You hadn't been joking when you said you moved alot

Then you practically scared the shit out of him when you pulled him into a bear hug

Kenma now felt very uncomfortable

His face was pressed into your chest and your legs tangled

One of your hands was woven into his now very messy hair

Kenma didn't know what to do

He didn't know where to put his hands that wouldn't be inappropriate

And one of your legs was pressing right against him crotch

You couldn't breathe well either since his mouth and nose were firmly pressed against you

You started rubbing his hair, still sound asleep

You whispered a very adoring Kenma before planting a kiss on the top of his head

He smiled little, still holding back laughter

Kenma started to slowly pull himself away, untangling himself from you

"No~o, Kenma!" You said clinging onto him even tighter

And somehow you were still asleep!!!!!

Kenma couldn't help but let out a small chuckle

He managed to free himself and wrapped his arms around you

One arm over your middle, the other coming up under your head

He planted a kiss on your forehead

You smiled sluggishly and happily slurred "My Kenma"

Thus made Kenma's whole week to say the least

He insisted the next day that you barely moved and that he had no idea what you had been worried about

A bruise on his shin said otherwise

But he hid it well with help from Lev

Shoyo Hinata

Hinata usually would fall asleep at the table while you help him with his homework after school

You would have to bring a single tatami and lay it next to your bed

He knew you were a wild sleeper bc you had accidently slapped him on accident when he'd sleep on a cot on the floor next to your bed

He would always joke that you'll take his eye out one day and he won't be able to see to play volleyball

He's a real good sport about it though

This time, Kageyama was studying with you and Hinata

You had been helping them out for awhile until you guys noticed that it was dark, like 11 at night

So Kageyama was staying over

Hinata said he could share your bed and Kageyama could sleep on the tatami

Kageyama made a joke about how he wanted to get soem sleep that night

Hinata started an argument with Kageyama about how he wouldn't do that and he wanted to wait until you two graduated

You honestly didn't want to hurt Hinata in your sleep, but you didn't have anywhere else for him to sleep and it was really late and both boys lived a good ways away from your house

You positioned the tatami a little further away from the bed than if Hinata were to sleep on it

Hinata likes to feel close to you even if you're smacking the shit out of him

Hinata decided to sleep on the outside bc once you were so active in your sleep you rolled out of bed onto him

Both of you woke up screaming and scared everyone in your house

Hinata quietly promised you he would sleep with his back to you

Kageyama was fast asleep in the middle of your room

Hinata was sleeping peaceful until you threw your arm over and just about took his eye out

He giggled, almost waking Kageyama up

Hinata very lightly poked your side and it caused you to roll over with a slurred sorry

He giggled again and fell back asleep

Hinata deftly throughout the night would tap you to wake you up enough to flip over

He's very understanding and works with you very easily with it

Satori Tendo

Satori always made you feel really safe when you cuddle so you fall asleep on him a lot

Honestly, bc he was so much stronger than you that he would snuggle you and pin you down

Satori would only let you move if you really needed too

He handles it the best on this list

You've never been able to smack him bc he never lets you

You told him about it and he took it in long strides

Get it bc he has long legs nvm

Anyways.......he actually finds it funny

Even endearing

He'll make jokes that you get very handsy

When you blush he'll take the opportunity to kiss you all over your face

Then continue to razz you by saying he likes how you're so forward when you're not in your right mind

Then he gets super flirty and says he'll make you lose it with his voice alone

Satori also completely enrapts you when you guys sleep so you can't move around either

Satori loves this about you actually, he can't even explain why he loves it but he just does

All of the things you think are bad about you, he cherishes and tells you he loves them

He so thinks the sweet things you say about him in your sleep are the best

But, even though he would never admit it to you, some of the things you say scare him

You've said things along the lines of "Can you see its heads, the man in the corner"

One time you said "Hey do you hear that?" And then someone knocked on the door

He whole heartedly believes you get teleported somewhere in your sleep

Koutaro Bokuto

The first time it happened, of course Kou thought you had randomly had gotten mad at him while you were sleeping and slapped him

It was the first time you guys had shared a bed and Kou was trying his best to not make you uncomfortable

He hadn't been able to fall asleep bc he was worried he'd cuddle you in his sleep

But your arm had swung over and domed him

He immediately woke you up and asked you what he had done wrong

You explained to him that you just moved around a lot in your sleep

You had to comfort him for an hour until he calmed down and was reconvinced that you in fact loved him still

He kept that in mind bc you also kicked him square in his juicy ass one time

He cried out so loud you woke up and he tried to stop you from crying and apologizing

Another time you grabbed his face and squished his face against your chest and screamed "I hope you win today, baby" and then proceeded to shove him off the bed

Do you have any idea how much strength you need to push his dummy thicc self off the bed?

He was so shocked that he just stayed there and stared at the ceiling for moment

He then got back into bed, very disturbed, and went back to sleep

Then there's the time you very forcefully grabbed his meaty bicep and licked it

Kou hasn't looked at you the same after that bc you said "Tasty sexy man muscles"

He never told you what you said but he started purposefully flexing just to get you to blush and giggle

Sometimes you flex with him and you both with jokingly flex at each other for like, twenty minutes in the kitchen

You guys do it in public now, too

Also, in his sleep, Bokuto heard you starting to move around so he held out his hand and did it at the exact right time to catch your wrist

He boasts about it all the time

Sorry this took so long, my birth giver decided to stay home for an extra day so I couldn't work on it

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[twistinghearts]

Can’t stop staring

Heehee~ Writing this was much more fun than taking a nap. Based on @fluiditism post that taught me about hyena’s. I already had the idea for the second half this just filled in the rest.

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“Shishishi~ This will get back at him for skipping out on payment.” Ruggie snickered, leaving the bucket of water balancing on the part open door. With the trap set he snuck around the corner waiting for Idia to leave his room. He heard the soft sound of food steps before the door began to open and then suddenly, splash! As you pushed open the door to leave you were attacked by a stream of water.

“Shi-" Ruggie jumped up as he witnessed the prank back fire. He should have run away but you spotted him too quick.

“You!” You screamed, kicking the bucket his direction.

“Ah ha~ Sorry I was trying to get Idia. He owes me… I didn’t think he really hung out with people.” Ruggie gave a sweat drop smile, stopping the bucket with his foot.

“That explains nothing idiot!” You yelled back, even more annoyed by his attitude. You wrung out your hair first and then started on your skirt. That was a about when Ruggie noticed you were wearing a skirt and realized exactly who you were. The weird student, the new girl, the ONLY girl at this all boys’ school, he had never really seen you in more than passing and now you were in front of him soaking wet and oh wow you were pretty and apparently feisty too. His heart beat a little faster just looking you over. Was he supposed to be doing something? All he could do was stare. 

“Why are you just staring at me you simpleton! S-stop it!” You glared at him, really thinking about smacking him. It was embarrassing being stared at like that.

“Ah! Y-yes.” His gaze quickly averted from you and to the floor. He gulped, why was he suddenly nervous. “Right uh I should get something to dry you off.” At least that would give him a chance to process... or remember how to think.

“That’s pointless at this point.” You were more whining rather than outright yelling, still very frustrated at the cute scruffy trouble maker in front of you.

There was a moment of silence as you waited for him to do the right thing, and he was just unsure what to do.

“Apologize!” You demanded, tired of waiting for him.

“Huh?!” Ruggie looked up caught off guard by the demand. Honestly, he forgot it was his fault you were wet. Your eyes met, and while it was only for a moment it made Ruggie's hair stand on end and he instantly snapped down into a low bow. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to dump water on you.” Usually he would have made excuses or just ran but you wanted an apology and he just wanted to please you. 

The action caught you off guard, the Savannah claw student seemed like such tough jocks who even talked back to the teachers sometimes and yet their second in command was being an obedient cub. It was good that he decided to bow now he couldn’t see your cheeks burning.

“Thanks…” You had calmed down now, residing to you fate of having to change before the next activity. “I guess I’ll forgive you since you’re being a good boy.” The last bit was mumbled but Ruggie still heard and brought the biggest smile to his face.

There was another moment of silence before you broke it again.  “You... don’t have to keep bowing…”

Ruggie shot back up. “Right. Sorry. So you’re good now? Can I leave?” Wait why was he asking, he didn’t know you or need permission to go anywhere. “I-I mean I’m leaving!” He turned quickly and left down the hall. Only, he went the wrong direction and reached the open window at the end.  Rather than turn around and walk past you again he just jumped out the window.  

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It had been several hours and Ruggie still caught himself thinking about you from time to time, which wasn’t the biggest problem until Magishift practice. “That was totally within your range Ruggie!” His teammate yelled as the disk flew by over Ruggie’s head. “No it wasn’t!” He lied, running after it.

“Oi, Ruggie. Come here.” Leona called as he returned to the group. “What’s going on with you? You’ve been actin’ weird all day. Get your head out of the clouds and focus.”

“You’re one to talk about focusing,” Ruggie huffed before leaning back with his arms behind his head. “I met the girl… I think I like her.”

“Pff, yeah right. You probably just like listening to her because she’s a girl.”

Ruggie lowered his arms, setting his hands on his hips. “I don’t think it’s just that. She was really pretty too, and nice to me even after I dropped a bucket on her.”

“You what?”

“I just can’t get her out of my head.”

Leona shook his head, “Yeah it doesn’t sounds like you like her, just instincts. Get her out of your head or I’ll smack the idea out.”

Ruggie’s arms crossed, “What do you know about liking someone; you can’t even say it to Ro- ow!” Leona gave Ruggie a quick slap upside the head to shut him up. “Let’s just get back to practice.”

Ruggie was able to focus a bit better after his talk with Leona, missing less and aiming better. During the scrimmage two opposing members gave chase once the disk was in his hand. Feeling confidant he headed straight for the side of the bleachers. “Jack, catch!” As he turned for a quick moment to cast the disk to his team mate he spotted you underneath the bleachers. Unable to help it he just stared, as the world around him faded away. All he wanted right now was for you to look at him, and eventually when you did look up you immediately caught his eye. So far away and yet he felt a connection with you. 

Smack.

You watched as Ruggie flew straight into the post of one of the bleachers.

“Mnn… my face hurts.” Ruggie groaned as consciousness returned to him.

“That’s because you flew into a post, dummy.” You answered from beside his bed in the infirmary. Even though it was an insult, he was overcome with joy to hear your voice.

“You’re here~” He smiled turning to see you, knocking a bag of ice off his forehead.

You puffed out your cheeks a little, you had been waiting by him a while, but hadn’t prepared yourself for when he woke up. “Yeah… Leona told me it was my fault so I had to take you to the infirmary and make sure you were okay… Sorry.”

Leona said what! It was true, but it made Ruggie feel bad that you felt you had to apologize. “Leona’s just didn’t want to do it himself. You don’t have to say sorry. I’m glad he did. I feel better with you here.”

You froze, your heart essentially skipping a beat and all the blood rushing to your cheeks. You grabbed the fallen bag of ice and shoved it against his face so he couldn’t see you, and you couldn’t look at his cute face.

Ruggie aside from his initial squirming, you two were left in silence again. Eventually your blush faded and you adjusted the bag to sit a gently on his bruised face. “Does it hurt?”

“Only a little, I’ve been through way worse.” He lowered the ice bag to be able to look at you, his heart picking up pace.

“Well your cute face wasn’t bruised up too much...” Wait shit did you just call him cute.

Ruggie’s ears stood on end, blushing a little as you called him cute. If you were going to say sweet thigns like that there was only one way he was going to find out if he liked you or not and, well better to try it now than wondering about this weird feeling forever. “Laugh with me.”

You starred at him confused by the weird request, statement, just the words coming out of his mouth. Suddenly your body was moving on its own, leaning forward just like Ruggie was until your lips touched.

You broke apart soon after his magic faded, he couldn’t hold himself up long anyway. Your cheeks burned scarlet; meanwhile there was a huge grin on Ruggie’ face.  “Yep I definitely like you.” Unable to return his words, or vocalize at all what you were feeling you took the ice bag and pressed it against his face again. He didn’t mind though, it just meant he got to be close to you.

[eye-raq]

Stop it girl

Erik X Black Reader.

Warnings: Fluff, regular shit.

Summary: Erik was tired, laying out on the floor of him and his girls shared bedroom while scrolling through his phone.

“You want me to buy you a new tapestry? I saw one the other day when I was out buying some new Jordan 1s”

Erik walked back into the bedroom with a bowl of milk, double stuffed oreos floating on the top. He had his dreads braided back fresh; his home girl had her own natural hair shop and cleaned him up nice with a fresh retwist and a tappered fade. He had on grey sweats that hung loose on his hips, and no shirt.

“What did it look like? You know I’m picky.” His girl, Blessing, was into anything bohemian with soft grunge. She had her hair in long thick dreads, soft curly baby hairs, thick lips, and a cute plump body, her chest and ass too thick for anything she wore and her cute muffin top didnt help either. She was squishy and adorable and sexy and Erik loved every roll and dip of her honey covered body. She was feisty too, and when she wanted something she didn’t hesitate.

“It has some type of galaxy shit going on, idk. Purples and pinks and blacks with these little ass twinkly stars, looked like Uranus or Saturn in the background, had a quote at the bottom of it in cursive.” He put his bowl on her nightstand before lowering to the floor with her, laying on his side before grabbing the bowl again. He stuck his index finger in the bowl, dipping the Oreos further. She was busy making waist beads, one nestled around her curvy waist digging into her love handles.

“You should have picked it up you know I love anything with galaxy shit in it.” He kissed his teeth, eyes trying to focus on the classic movie she popped in her VCR, “I cant believe you still have one of these bitches, it just got a little dust too, and it’s still functional.” His eyes lowered a fraction, sleep trying to creep up on him. That was his own fault too, staying up all hours of the night.

“It’s called taking care of shit of sentimental value instead of letting it waste away.” She spoke out, just finishing up her blue and purple one she was making for a friend her fingers were getting numb now deciding to finish later, and join Erik in watching the movie. She pushed everything to the side, crawling over to lay her head in his crotch area. Her cute chubby feet with toes painted a hot pink wiggled near his bowl. He scrunched his face, playfully swatting at her feet, “if you don’t get those fat ass feet away from me girl, looking like honey buns.” She swatted at his ass causing him to grip her wrist, “yo what I tell you about slapping my ass?”

She rolled her eyes, “and what I tell you about talking about my feet? Just for that you owe me a foot massage after work tomorrow.” Erik shook his head popping a moist Oreo in his mouth, “and what you giving me?” He tried to speak between chewing. She paused, mind in wonder, hands resting on her belly. Erik just eyed her fame, mouth watering from just the look of her thick short ass bunched up on him.

“I’ll think about it.” They both turned back to the TV, monsters ball playing and that one delicious scene almost approaching. She stole an Oreo from his bowl causing him to wine like a baby. “Ask first baby that’s all I ask okay? I spent money on these Oreos.” She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, “Erik bye.”

“I’m being forreal. Everything I have don’t belong to you, girl.”

“I have about five of your hoodies in my closet right now, E. I take what the fuck I want when I want.”

Erik did a double take, dropping his Oreo back in the bowl and causing milk to splash on her legs. Growling, Blessing wipes at her legs aggressively.

“Chill out! You getting milk on me!”

Erik playfully bites into her leg, “You got five of my hoodies? Where they at?” Erik gets up from the floor, walking over to her messy closet with jeans sling over the rail and shirts hanging off the hangers. Sliding through her clothes, Erik finds all five of his favorite hoodies freshly washed and wrinkle free.

“My all black exclusive lost tribe hoodie?! You serious? I thought I lost this shit and your chubby face ass had it the whole time?!”

“Shut the fuck up with your odd shaped head! You knew I had it don’t play dumb,” Bored, Blessing decides to continue making her waist beads.

“I should throw you over my fucking knee, babygirl. You agree with that?” As mad as Erik was he decided to leave the hoodies there because they were neat and unbothered.

“Stupid ass,” he teased.

“Shut up. You’re the stupid one.”

As soon as Erik made himself comfortable on the floor, Blessing started poking him in his dimpled cheek, twisting her finger. Erik swatted her hand away every single time, finally kissing his teeth and grabbing her finger with force.

“Stop it, girl.” He shoves her hand away, causing her to laugh. This only made Blessing want to continue. She takes her chubby feet and plants them on his shoulder, wiggling her toes obnoxiously in his face. His eyes focused forward but she could see the way his jaw looked like it was going to snap from how hard he clenched it.

“You get so mad for what? I can’t mess with you but you can mess with me?”

“It’s because I’m Daddy and you do what I say.” Grabbing her foot, Erik begins to tickle her feet, that annoying screech she always made loud. Blessing yanks her legs back so bad that she kicked Erik in the head, pausing with a shocked look and a hand over her mouth. Nothing was said but the anger on his face and the reddened spot on his cheek made her laugh so hard her lungs hurt. Even through her teary eyes she could see his rage.

“Nigga, you look like you about to burn my fucking room down!” She shook her head repeatedly, “I’m so fucking humored right now; tickled.”

“Hehehe hahaha shut the fuck up.” That was his come back and it clearly went on death ears because she kept on laughing and hollering.

“Big nigga why you always mad? Chill the fuck out,” Shaking her dreads, Blessing went back to doing her waist beads.

Erik got up from the floor, seating himself on her bed to feel more comfortable. She thought he was being a sour puss but he actually had another plan. Grabbing one of her plush throw pillows, Erik wracked her on the side of her face so hard her eyes closed and her face scrunched up in ugly surprise. His laugh was the golden one, clutching his stomach and stomping his leg.

“Bro you should have seen your face! Looking like,” Erik mimicked her look before bursting into laughter again, “you mad ugly.”

She could still feel the sting like carpet burn on her left cheek. Blowing out hot air through her chubby cheeks, Blessing turned completely away from him.

“You got my fucking eye burning and my face all hot! I kicked you by accident dummy.”

“You want me to kiss it big head?” Erik tossed the pillow back in place.

“I don’t want your stinky ass lips on me ugh,” Blessing shoves his face away.

“Wasn’t saying that shit earlier when I was kissing all on you in the car,” he grabbed her by her dreads, gaining power. She fought through enjoying the force he applied by keeping a straight unbothered face.

“Stop it, girl. Stop acting like you don’t want me yanking you up and shit,” Erik kisses her temple, soothing the burn from the pillow hit. He started swinging her from side to side, humming no guidance in her ear that made her wiggle. He couldn’t sing for shit but she loved it when he sung this new song to her.

🎶 I don’t wanna play no games, play no games, 🎶

“Don’t say that last part because you know it ain’t happening,” Blessing stopped him mid song with a bitchy tone, “You don’t plan on making me Blessing Stevens I’m still gonna be Blessing Jones.”

“Forreal, B? You know I plan on making you my number one forever. Remember that time at red lobster when I fake proposed to get free cake? I can do it again but with a big ass rock.”

She smiles despite her salty attitude, “keep talking, Zaddy.”

“Nah, don’t pull that shit now,” Erik let her go, “you fucked up Blessing.”

“How?!” She pouted, “You mad at me now?”

“Yup. Turn around.”

Blessing groaned, folding her arms, “fight me.”

“Which means come fuck me.” Erik corrected.

“Shut the FUCK up.” Blessing rolled her eyes.

“Which means come eat this pussy.” Erik bit his lip to fight a smile.

“You ain’t cute. Leave me alone.”

“So basically I’m fine as fuck and you want my attention?”

“Ugh!!!! I hate you!” Blessing turned to him, ready to hit Erik upside his head but he caught her hand just in time.

“I love you too, Baby girl,” Erik gripped her chin, “you know you a bomb ass girlfriend? All that crybaby shit and getting mad only makes me want you more.” Erik gripped her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

“You can be mad at me all you want but your ass isn’t going anywhere. You’re mine.”

“Says who? I got options.” Blessing fucked up with saying that to him.

“The fuck?” Like flipping a light switch Erik’s aggressive nature surfaced again to make her weak. Taking his hand, he wrapped around her neck with one hand and his mouth dangerously close to her hear.

“The fuck You talking to?”

“Daddy, not you,” she rolled her eyes into her head to fake annoyance. Erik just stared at her with his hard ass eyes making her squirm.

“What you looking at?” Blessing asks with a slight roll of her neck. He just licked his lips, looking her up and down.

“What, I cant stare?” He just grabbed her up and said, “man, come here.” She followed him like she just wasn’t mad at him a few seconds ago.

“Tomorrow ima fuck the shit out of you cuz you been acting crazy lately.” Erik rested his head on the side of her face.

“Why not tonight?” Blessing was wet and horny now she needed some dick, some fucking love, her hard headed ass boyfriend.

“I’m tired, B.” His eyes did speak that into existence when she turned to look at him. She admired his handsome face even though his eyes were focused ahead and ready to close.

“...damn, yo ex dumb as fuck.” She stated, causing Erik to chuckle. Blessing turns back around, pushing her booty into Erik’s crotch. He gripped her hip to stop her but she just kept on going, rolling her hips like she spelling out coconut. Erik lets out a frustrated sigh at his dick disobeying him.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I’m just playing.”

“This is blasphemous,” Erik spoke in a fake surprising tone, “you’re molesting me with your phat ass.”

“Shut up you know you want me to sit this assssss on you,” Blessing spoke in a melodic tone.

“Blessing, don’t start this shit. I still got a fucking cramp in my neck from eating the pussy for an hour straight, my abs still burn from doing push ups in the pussy-“

“I don’t wanna hear that shit you got more stamina than a damn horse.”

“You don’t listen to shit!” Erik yelled in her ear, flipping her over on her back. He pinned her to the mattress, face all scrunched up.

“What, Erik? I told you i got options if you don’t give me what I want,” fighting a laugh at his frustration and anger, Blessing purposely moves her hips beneath him to force him into having wild sex.

“...Bruh im a fuck you up...you acting up...what’s your fucking problem? You need some dick? You need a hug? You need your pussy ate? You need kisses? Like tell me something.”

“You finish telling me to stop now?” She questioned while looking at him a hint in her eyes as to why she’s been acting up.

“You not getting no dick with that attitude then,” he lifted off of her, laying on the other side of the bed closest to the window.

“First of all, I’m sorry.” Her entire mood changed. She decided to act innocent even though she thought about riding the fuck out of him in that moment.

“Aight, So we good?” She chanced a look at him even though she knew that wouldn’t be successful. Erik just stared at her calmly, waiting for her response.

“Yes. We’re good. No more playing.” Blessing blinked up at Erik innocently.

“So that mean you ready to get your pussy ate again?” Erik sat up, taking his hands to pull down her bottoms. Laying flat on the bed, Blessing lifts her hips to help Erik out as he slid the right fabric from her round booty. Tossing it to the side, Erik went flat on his stomach, arms wrapped around her thighs to pull her close. Blessing shielded her face like always whenever Erik kisses her gently on her inner thighs. It was torture.

“Talking about YoU NEeD To Fix YOUrr AtiTude, first of all, nigga...eat it out of me.” Blessing couldn’t help herself. Erik slapped her inner thigh to calm her ass down but that also made her laugh. She was silly.

“Stop, B,” without a warning Erik started eating her pussy. Blessing locked up around him, doing that thing with her hands where she held him in place but at the same time pushed him off of her.

After Erik successfully shut her up and had her moaning, he laughs, looking up at her weak expression and says, “You good?”

Blessing couldn’t even respond to that smart ass remark because Erik’s mouth was back on her pussy like it never left.

“What happened to that attitude? All that make me shit? Like it ain’t shit. Like I won’t eat the fuck out your soul and fuck the attitude out your soul and never give that shit back?”

That’s all he had to say in that moment while she laid back and let his tongue crave her. Erik got her ass to stop now with his tongue flicking her clit. On the inside she battled to sass him but his tongue was hitting that spot so the shit didn’t matter anymore.

[pessimisticlatte]

Glass Roses ~ Chapter 10

~ Marichat ~ Adrienette ~ Lukagami ~ Platonic Marigami ~ Chlobrina ~ Ladynoir ~ Alya x Nino ~ Rena Rouge x Carapace ~ Emilie x Nathalie ~ Tikki x Plagg ~ 

~IT’S REVEAL TIME! HELL YEAH!~ Chapter 11 will have a whole gang reveal! I’m so excited to start writing it!

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His towel hung over his damp hair, Adrien looked at a message on the screen of his spare phone. Water dripped off the tips of his dark, golden hair and onto the collar of his black shirt. He’d been in the middle of drying his hair and ignoring Plagg as the Kwami ate a roll of camembert bigger than he was as loudly and obnoxiously as he possibly could. Marinette had asked if he’d be alright revealing who he was beneath the mask to her tonight.

Weirdly, Adrien had thought she’d go longer than a day before asking but this was Marinette, the girl who interrogated Plagg after they beat Reflekdoll to get even the slightest hint as to who he was beneath the mask. He couldn’t be too surprised that her curiosity had gotten the better of her; he’d once seen her rifling through a bin for a note that Alya passed Nino and wouldn’t tell Mari what it said on it. Surprise, surprise, the note was about the party they were throwing Marinette for her birthday and both Alya and Nino knew better than to deposit that note where she could easily get to it, Adrien knew for a fact that Nino had taken the note home and shredded it so he must had dropped a dummy note into the bin that sent Marinette scrambling after it.

“What’s with the dumb look on your face?” Plagg took a break from his overtly sensual snacking to languidly roll his head back and look at Adrien with narrowly slitted eyes.

“What’s with the dumb look on your face?” After having listened to Plagg eat loudly for the last 40 minutes, Adrien’s quip came out harsher than he’d intended. Then again, Plagg had decided to follow him into the bathroom and eat his cheese so loudly that Adrien couldn’t hear his music, so maybe it was exactly as harsh as he intended.

“I asked first,” Plagg shoved a piece of cheese in his mouth and rolled his eyes.

“Marinette wants to see me,” Adrien held his phone in one had and rubbed the towel against his head with the other.

“You you, or Chat you?” Plagg spoke around a mouth full of camembert, some globs of the gooey cheese flying out of his disturbingly large mouth.

“Uh...both?” Adrien shrugged, sitting down on his lounge and depositing the phone on the coffee table before him. With both hands free, Adrien continued to dry his hair more roughly.

“Sooooo, she wants to see who’s under the mask, does she?” The look on Plagg’s face echoed the one on Nino’s from when they’d walked home. With a disgusted groan, Adrien looked away from the Kwami and stared at the dark screen of his phone, Plagg chucked almost maniacally behind him. “What’re you worried about?”

“What if I’m not what she expected?” Plagg floated over to Adrien and looked his guardian dead in the eye.

“That’s immediately what your mind goes to, Adrien?” Plagg crossed his fins and twisted in the air so he was looking at Adrien upside down.

“What if she was expecting someone else? What if she doesn’t actually like me?” Adrien pulled the towel off his head with a defeated sigh and looked at his bare feet on the wooden floor of his room.

“How dumb are you?” Adrien hadn’t heard Plagg sound more disdainful in his entire life. “Do you seriously think that Marinette ‘I would take a bullet for you, Adrien Agreste’ Dupain-Cheng would be angry at you being Chat Noir?”

“Uh...maybe,” Adrien’s voice cracked as the word ‘maybe’ left his lips.

“And she’s meant to be the clueless one,” Plagg huffed and slapped one of his fins against Adrien’s forehead until the teenager raised his head and batted him away. “She has been in love with you for a damn long time. God, Tikki complains about the pictures Marinette used to have of you stuck up all over her room.”

“Mari had pictures of me stuck up all over her room? I never saw them when I went over,” Adrien’s brow furrowed with confusion. If she liked him as Adrien, not just Chat, why didn’t she tell him?

“Because she hid them you, you moron,” Plagg started to whap Adrien’s face with his fins again. “Unlike you, Chat had time for her and went out of his way to see her. She would still love you, Adrien, if she knew you were Chat. I think it would mean a lot more to her if she found out that you were Chat Noir because it means that her crush, the great Adrien Agreste, has been saving her ass all this time.”

“I guess you’re right,” Plagg whapped Adrien’s face harder at that comment.

“I am always right, don’t forget it,” Adrien flicked Plagg away from him with his thumb and middle finger, the creature twisting through the air like a balloon with all its air being released. “You gonna go see her, or what?”

“Or what,” Adrien stood, carrying his towel over to the laundry hamper and dumping it in there. “Of course I’m going to see her, Plagg. Sh-should we get her some flowers?”

“Like I fucking know,” Plagg threw his fins in the air and floated back toward his plate of cheese indignantly. “I don’t know what human girls like! I barely know what Kwami girls like.”

“I think Tikki likes it when you leave her alone,” Adrien could feel Plagg’s eyes staring daggers into the back of his head. It drew a cocky smirk from the teen as he faced the angrily buzzing creature.

“Sugarcube loves it when I hang out with her,”

“I highly doubt that,” Plagg huffed and blew a raspberry at Adrien. “You’re an immortal being and I’m a 17 year old kid but, somehow, you’re the childish one. I can’t fathom how you’ve lived this long.”

“Being irresistable,” The pure conviction in Plagg’s voice had Adrien laughing so hard he started choking. He couldn’t be serious.

“Ok, Plagg,” Adrien wheezed once his laughing induced coughing fit died down. “Claws out.”

Plagg was sucked into the ring on Adrien’s hand and began to send the classic Chat Noir catsuit solidifying across Adrien’s body. The suit always made adjustments for whenever Adrien wore it; when he’d shot up, the suit had accommodated it, and when he’d started to stop being scrawny and start being brawny, the suit changed its fit to highlight the toned muscles of his abdomen, arms and legs. With a grin, Adrien pushed one of the windows out of his room open and launched himself into the cooling twilight air of Paris.

~~~~~~~

Marinette was pacing, chewing her nails. She’d sent the message to Chat ages ago and he hadn’t given her a reply. She knew that he’d been wanting to reveal who he was for ages but had something changed his mind? Did he already know what Tikki was going to tell them and thought it would be safer to dump her? So much doubt and worry clouded in Marinette’s mind, doubling the speed of her pacing and tripling the speed of her heart beat. A gentle rap on the curtain covered doors leading out to Mari’s balcony told her that her cat in shining armour had arrived.

Trying to steady her breath, Mari pushed the door open and looked at the black leather clad boy grinning adorably in front of her. Without a word but with a tiny bow, Chat produced a bouquet of assorted flowers and held them out to her with a sincere, cheeky smile.

“For you,” He said as Marinette took the paper wrapped bouquet in her hands and gazed at him with huge, wonder filled eyes. “May I come in, princesa?”

“Yes,” Mari’s voice was light, breathy, as she stepped out of his way with her stunning blue eyes glued to the flowers in her arms. “W-where did you get these?”

“A cat doesn’t like to give away his secrets,” Adrien winked at her and pressed a long, claw tipped finger to his smirking lips. The bravado was a facade to hide how nervous he was. Tikki said that Marinette liked him and Plagg said it too but what if she didn’t love him? He’d also grabbed the bouquet from a florist who was closing late, he’d given the poor man a lot of money for his trouble and said that the man was more than welcome to tell everyone that Chat Noir had bought flowers from his shop. The owner looked like he was on the verge of tears as Chat disappeared into the night. “But there is one secret I’d be happy to give away.”

Marinette placed the flowers gently on her desk and exhaled as calmly as she could. This was nerve wracking. What if he hated her once he found out that she was Ladybug? What if everything changed? Oh god, what if this was a bad idea? Her cheeks began to turn and tears pricked her eyes. Chat walked forward and pulled Mari into his arms as she pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes to stop herself from crying.

“Are you scared, corazon?” Chat’s voice was soft as his hand gently stroked her loosely ponytailed hair. Marinette gave a watery nod into his chest and pressed herself closer to him. “I’m scared too.”

“W-why are you scared?” Marinette pulled away slightly and looked into his green eyes with a wobbling bottom lip.

“I’m scared that you won’t like who I am underneath my mask,” He was completely sincere. He had no reason to lie to her and she was as scared as he was for this reveal. Chat pressed a gentle kiss to Mari’s forehead.

“If I can love you with the mask, why can’t I love you without it?” She blinked, her dark lashes feathering across her cheeks as she did, silvery tears shone between the thick fibres.

“Because fear is irrational,” He pressed her back against his chest, squeezing her tightly. If something did happen and they fell apart after this, he wanted to hold her properly. He needed to imprint how it felt to have her in his arms into his soul. “Are you ready?”

“C-can you keep holding me while you do it...so..so I can look at you when I let go and know that it’s still my Chaton?” Adrien melted into her as her wobbly voice released the muffled request. His heart pounded with overwhelming love for the girl in his arms, only she would need to be holding him to know that it’s him and only for her would be oblige.

“Of course,” Pressing one final kiss to Mari’s head as Chat Noir, he slid his hands down around her waist and whispered; “Plagg, claws in,” into her ear. She stiffened as the suit melted away and where she had once been touching leather, she was now touching either golden skin or expensive fabric. Mari wound her hands into the soft black cotton of his shirt as she felt her forehead make contact with the very warm skin of his neck. “Are you ready for me to let go?”

“Yes…,” Adrien released her and stepped back. Mari had squished her eyes closed, her hands still fisted into his shirt. He released a small laugh and put his hands over hers. The feel of his bare skin on hers felt so strange, she knew that whoever was standing before her now was still Chat but she didn’t know if she was ready.

“Open your eyes, Buggaboo,” At the sound of her cooed nickname, Marinette’s eyes shot open and she fell to her ass on the floor. A hand extended itself to her, long fingers with perfectly shaped nails, a silver ring with a faint engraving of a cats paw, a faded friendship bracelet knotted with green and orange and red and blue; looking up the arm her eyes met the curve of his bicep and the strong line of his jaw. Jumping her gaze to his face, blue eyes met green and a goofy smile broke across Adrien Agreste’s face.

“Ad-...Adrien?” Her words came out choked. Adrien was Chat Noir...and he’d called her Buggaboo? H-he knew that she was Ladybug?

“It’s me,” He decided to kneel down on the floor in front of her and take her hands in his own. “It’s me, Mari, I’m Chat Noir.”

“I don’t know...I don’t know how I didn’t guess it…,” Her voice was disbelieving and her eyes were still glued to his, wide and uncertain for the first time in a long time. “A..a-and you know that I..that I’m…”

“Ladybug,” Squeezing her hand, he supplied Marinette a reassuring smile. “I don’t know how I’ve been so lucky to have the most selfless girl in Paris to call my own.”

“How long?” Her voice wobbled but a small smile started to creep across her bitten lips.

“Since I put you to bed all those months ago, I had a little encounter with Tikki,” Hearing her name, the Ladybug Kwami came zooming out of her hiding place and was immediately pulled into an embrace by Plagg. “She told me not to force you to see who I was until you were ready.”

“She’s the one who convinced me to ask you to do it tonight,” Mari shot a grumpy look at her Kwami who was struggling out of Plagg’s grip with no avail. “It’s not like I wasn’t going to ask you anyway.”

“Well, I’m glad you did because today was so damn hard, Mari,” He released one of Marinette’s hands to run his fingers through his wavy hair.

“What do you mean?” She knew what he meant, judging by how calm he was and the shining look in his eyes, she knew exactly what he was talking about.

“I wanted to kiss you so many times today,” He gave her a sheepish grin. “Every single time you laughed or smiled or breathed, I just wanted to scream that I loved you and I wanted to hold your hand.”

Marinette placed her hand on Adrien’s cheek and wove her fingers into the silken strands of his hair. He’d let it grow out recently, hoping that it would make an easier transition between Chat and Adrien when he finally revealed himself. Of course, the suit had made adjustments for how Adrien had wanted to look, deciding not to make his hair longer when he transformed like it usually did.

“You messaged me when you were at school but you hadn’t given me your phone number,” She stroked the pad of her thumb across his cheek, Adrien let out a long purr. 

“Backup phone,” Adrien pulled the backup phone out of his jeans pocket. He unlocked it and showed Mari the two contacts on it, one was the number Master Fu had used and the other was Marinette’s. 

“Buggababe?” The tears that had shone in her eyes were gone now, a radiant happiness pulsing off the two. Tikki stopped struggling against Plagg after he whispered to her to let them have this moment, before they had to break the news to them they had to let Adrien and Marinette be happy.

“Y’know how I call you Buggaboo?” He leant into Mari’s careful stroking of his cheek. “Well, since you’re my girlfriend now, you’re my Buggababe.”

“Who said anything about girlfriend, Adrien Agreste?” She scrunched up her nose as she teased him and pinched the skin of his cheek slightly.

“But you are my girlfriend,” The confused look on Adrien’s face was absolutely adorable. 

“Technically, I’m Chat Noir’s girlfriend,” She tipped her head and smirked at him, poking her tongue out slightly. “No one ever said anything about being Adrien Agreste’s girlfriend.”

“Why’re you being so mean to me, Mari?” Adrien dropped the spare phone and picked Marinette up, securing her in his lap. 

“Well, I am Chat Noir’s girlfriend and if Adrien Agreste wants the same treatment, he’s going to have to ask,” She sung into his neck, both her hands were free now as she snuggled into the warmth of the boy holding her. Tracing a fingertip over the ridges of his chest hidden beneath his plain black shirt, Marinette inhaled the smell of his shampoo and deodorant.

“If that’s the case,” Adrien pushed Marinette out of his lap, earning a giggling squeal from her. He stood and walked toward the balcony doors, his back to her. “I guess Adrien Agreste is going to have to go home.”

“Get back here,” Mari launched herself off the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck, locking her ankles around his slim waist. 

“But it would be horrible of me to stay here with Chat Noir’s girlfriend and not my own,” He wrapped his warm hands around her calves and walked them over to the bed. ‘Unless Chat Noir’s girlfriend would like to become mine?”

“Of course she’d like to become yours,” Mari breathed into his ear before he dropped back onto the bed, crushing her beneath his weight. This was a far cry from the interaction they’d had last night, which had been all soft touches and stolen kisses, he’d gone out of his way not to collapse onto her when he’d carried her over to the daybed. “Oh my god, Adrien, what do you eat?”

“Bricks,” Adrien arched his back, still holding Mari’s calves so she couldn’t wiggle out from underneath him.

“At least you’ve got a good amount of iron in your diet,” She tried to flip him off her but she wouldn’t let go, chuckling loudly. “Are you going to ask me out or what?”

“Or what!” Both of them whipped their heads to look at Plagg who was then dragged away by an angry Tikki as she slapped one of her fins over his mouth.

Marinette giggled, the sound a lullaby to Adrien’s ears and heart. “Would you like to be my girlfriend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng a.k.a Ladybug?”

“I’m going to have to ask Chat Noir if it’s alright with him first,” The soft pads of Mari’s fingers found the bare skin of Adrien’s waist, his shirt having ridden up from her legs being wrapped him. She started to tickle him, his body arching and rocking as he laughed and tried to make her stop. “Would it be alright with you, Chat, if I started dating Adrien Agreste?”

Adrien was choked with laughs, unable to pull away from Mari as she retaliated to his heavy weight dropped atop her. “Y-y….yes, I’d be...r-r-really happy for y-you two,” She stopped tickling him, Adrien rolled off her and laid beside her in the bed.

“Then you have your answer, Chaton,” Mari rolled onto her side and kissed Adrien’s cheek. Adrien suddenly glanced at the trapdoor leading down to Marinette’s parents apartment. Noticing the glance and realising that she’d never told Adrien that her parents were out, she quickly set his mind at ease. “Maman and Papa are out having dinner with Grandpapa and Grandmama, they finally repaired ties. Grandpapa wasn’t very happy when Papa married Maman so I hope all goes well because I’m not sure what would happen if it didn’t.”

“I’m glad that I get you all to myself,” Adrien brushed her fringe behind her ear and smiled softly up at her. Marinette kissed his lips with a sweet smile. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Maybe the universe just loves you, Kitty Cat,” Mari rubbed her nose against his, her eyes closed as his memorised the sound of her happy hums.

“Maybe it does,” Her eyelashes brushed his as she blinked open. “Maybe you love me.”

“Maybe I do,” Marinette kissed him again. When she tried to pull away, Adrien slid his hand to the back of her neck and followed her, keeping their lips pressed together. She let out yet another happy hum as his long pianists fingers tangled into her soft, dark hair, the strands softer than anything he’d ever held.

“Marinette? Adrien?” The teenagers pulled away from each other as Tikki’s worried voice sliced through the almost silent room. 

“Oh, I forgot,” Marinette sat up, glancing between Tikki and Adrien. “Tikki had something that she needed to tell us and she wanted to do it when we were together.”

Adrien sat up and leaned against the wall to the side of Mari’s bed, pulling her into his lap between his opened legs.

“Adrien, you’re not wearing shoes,” His arms were securely wrapped around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. Mari pointed at his bare feet and bumped her head against his.

“I must’ve been so excited to see you that I forgot to put some on,” He bumped her back, his normal phone buzzed faintly in his pocket, drawing a quizzical look from Mari. “I’m not going to check it until I get home,” Adrien pressed a kiss to Mari’s neck. “I’m here with you and I intend to focus on you.”

“Alright, we need to focus,” Tikki floated in front of the two of them, Marinette lowered her hand and twined her fingers with Adrien’s over her stomach. “This might be some...terrible news.”

“Don’t freak the happy couple out, Sugarcube, just tell ‘em,” Plagg floated up on top of Tikki and balanced the back of his head on the crown of hers. Tikki protested.

“Okay, okay, Plagg, get off me,” Plagg did. “Thank you. I told Marinette earlier today that Duusuu came to see Plagg and I.”

“Duusuu?” Adrien raised his head and looked at Mari, who nodded. “Duusuu is the Peacock Kwami, right?”

“Yes, Duusuu is bonded with Mayura,” Tikki started to slide her fins together anxiously, looking to Plagg for support, which he didn’t provide. 

“Why would Mayura’s Kwami come and speak to you?” Mari shushed Adrien who just furrowed his brow and grimaced.

“Because Mayura doesn’t want to help Hawkmoth anymore, she wants to stop him,” Adrien opened his mouth to speak, he didn’t know that Mari had already asked all these questions but he closed his mouth after she gently smacked his hand. “Duusuu told us who Hawkmoth and Mayura are.”

“You didn’t say that earlier, Tikki,” The room was so silent they could have heard a pin drop.

“That’s why I wanted you two here together and with no secrets between you. This is going to be some...some potentially scary information,” Plagg floated over to Tikki and took one of her fins, trying to calm her down. 

“You can do it, Sugarcube,” Plagg squeezed Tikki’s fin.

“Who are they, Tikki?” Adrien asked as softly as he could, his heart hammering against Marinette’s back as she rubbed her thumb up and down his wrist.

Tikki glanced at Plagg, who gave her a nod, and exhaled shakily. “M-Mayura is Nathalie, Adrien,”

The force of Adrien’s head shooting upwards caused him to smack Marinette in the jaw, his eyes were wide and his pupils were dilated with confusion. Mari gently rubbed her jaw but didn’t say anything to him; this was a shock to her too but Nathalie was the woman who raised him, she was is mother in all aspects of the word other than by blood. 

“Nathalie is Mayura? A-am I the reason why she changed her mind?” Tikki nodded sombrely. “D-does that mean that someone working f-for my dad is Hawkmoth?”

Mari gently squeezed Adrien’s hand to reassure him that she was there, that she wasn’t going anywhere and that she understood that he was hurting. He sunk his head back into Marinette’s neck, a wetness pressing warmly against her skin.

“It’s worse than that, Adrien,” Plagg watched his guardian collapse into his girlfriend, this wasn’t going to be a nice talk but Plagg had insisted that Tikki give them time to associate tonight with loving each other instead of Adrien’s world falling apart around him.

“H-how could it be worse?” Adrien’s lips moved against Marinette’s skin, she moved a hand up into his hair and massaged his scalp. “It could only be worse if...if…,”

“Hawkmoth was your dad,” Marinette finished for him, looking at Tikki.

“Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth,” Adrien squeezed Mari tighter, tears sliding down the column of her neck and pooling in the dip of her collarbone. Tikki felt tears well in her eyes, at least he had Marinette.

“W...w-why is he doing this?” Adrien’s hiccup shook Mari’s body.

“He wants to bring your mother back, Adrien, that’s all Duusuu told me,” Tikki floated down to the surface of the bed, Plagg trailing behind her still holding her fin. “W-when you accepted Nathalie as your mother, she realised that she couldn’t keep helping him.”

Marinette hummed reassurances to Adrien as Tikki spoke, Plagg uncharacteristically quiet.

“Nathalie loves your mother, Adrien, she loves her more than your father does and she knows that Emilie wouldn’t want this,” Tikki placed her free fin on the top of Adrien’s bare foot, large tears dropping from her eyes. “She said that Emilie wouldn’t forgive your father for what he did to bring her back, or the way that he neglected you. Nathalie also said that she couldn’t see you torn apart by Emilie’s reappearance and subsequent reaction to what Gabriel did.”

A sob shook Adrien’s body as more tears slid down Marinette’s neck and into her shirt. She began to gently rock him; such a good night had turned so bad in a very short time.

“She’s doing it for you, man,” Plagg broke his silence. “I heard when you called her Mum and I saw how happy she was when you called her that. If I was the person who raised my childhood sweetheart’s kid after her hubby put her in the ground, I’d have a change of heart and want to save the world for the kid too.”

Marinette tipped her head slightly, Adrien had whispered a question to her. With a frown she asked him to say it again.

“Adrien wants to know of Nathalie knows that he’s Chat Noir,” Mari squeezed his wrist gently, he let go of his forearm and tangled his fingers into hers. She pressed a kiss to his temple.

“No, she doesn’t,” For the first time since Tikki had started telling them about her talk with Duusuu, her voice didn’t wobble. “She asked who you two were but I didn’t tell her, I said that it was too dangerous and that we’d get in contact with Nathalie when you were ready.”

“Thank you, Tikki,” Adrien’s voice was thin and reedy as he raised his head slightly and met Tikki’s gaze. His eyes were red and bloodshot, tears stained his lashes and traced silver tracks down his cheeks as well as Marinette’s neck. “Thank you for not telling her.”

“It’s alright, Adrien, just like you revealing yourself to Marinette, I wanted you to be ready to reveal yourself to Nathalie,” Adrien put his face back in Mari’s shoulder and shook his head, tears were tracking slowly down Marinette’s cheeks and dripping into Adrien’s golden hair. Small dark spots in the fine waves of his hair gave away how many silent tears she had shed while forcing herself to remain composed for him. Adrien hiccupped.

“Sh-she loved my Maman,” Adrien kept shaking his head, Marinette pressed one of her hands into his temple to stop him from cracking his skull against her jaw again. “And she..she wants to defy my father..f-for me?”

“Yes, Chaton,” Mari spoke softly into Adrien’s hair, his sobs quieted as she spoke to him in soothing tones. “You accepted her as your mother and mothers should always want to protect their children. Nathalie was the mother you thought you didn’t have, I can’t believe I saw that before you did,” She released a small, tear clogged laugh. “You have a family, Adrien, and it’s so much more than your asshole of a dad.”

“Did you just call my dad an asshole, Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” He raised his red, tear tracked face and looked up at Mari with a wobbling smile. She could tell that the smile was genuine, but that he was still hurting so he couldn’t make it as bright as he normally did. “Did you call world famed fashion designer and billionaire, Gabriel Agreste, an asshole?”

“Yes, I think I did,” Marinette feigned surprise and shot him a wide, dimpled smile. “It doesn’t matter how good his designs are if he can’t spend time with his own son. His own son, for fucks sake.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear,” Adrien pressed his nose into Marinette’s hair, her ponytail now completely gone and leaving her hair loose around her shoulders. She nudged up into his embrace with her shoulder, earning a kiss to her head from him.

“You have a family, Adrien,” She nudged him again as she whispered to him. Tikki and Plagg looked at each other, the Cat Kwami shrugging. Maybe this went better than planned, did Tikki even have a plan? She probably did, it was Tikki afterall, but her complete loss of composure had Plagg thinking that maybe she had no clue what she was doing. Marinette started to sway in Adrien’s arms. “You have Nathalie, you have Nino, and Alya, and Kagami. You have Plagg, and Tikki. You have my Maman and Papa, they love you a lot, you know. And you have me.”

Adrien smiled, the corners of his lips still twitching as his heart still cracked from finding out what his absent father had been doing in all the time he’d been absent.

“I have you,” He rested his temple against the crown of her head. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“If I ever see your dad in person again, I don’t care if we’ve defeated him or not, I am going to kick him so hard in the balls he might develop a nut allergy,” Mari pulled out of his arms to turn and meet his eyes as she made her promise to him. Her eyes were hard, promising Adrien that she would not hold back even if she was fighting her fashion idol. He meant more to her than he could possibly fathom. Adrien laughed, a deep and rich laugh, before pulling Marinette into a deep kiss and pressing their foreheads together. She twisted in his arms and rested her back against his chest again, tapping her fingers along the goosebumped skin of his right arm.  “We’re going to have to tell Alya and Nino that I’m Ladybug. Oh my god, Alya is going to lose her mind when she finds out that I’m Ladybug.”

“They...uh...they kinda already know,” Adrien’s voice gradually got quieter as he trailed the admission off. 

“Oh, good,” Marinette smiled and wiggled into a comfortable position in his arms. “Wait WHAT?!”

She shot forward and out of his embrace, flinging herself off the bed. Plagg and Tikki had barely moved in time not to be hit by a Marinette cannonball.

“How do they fucking know, Adrien?” Mari’s eyes were wider than he’d ever seen them before and she was pulling at her dark hair, pacing. “How on Gods quickly dying once green earth do they know and how did Alya keep it to herself?”

“Mari, calm down,” Adrien crawled forward on the bed and grabbed Marinette’s wrists, halting her pacing. “Alya guessed that I was Chat and then let it slip that Nino was Carapace and then I accidentally let it slip that you were Ladybug. They only found out last night, so it hasn’t been anything major and I honestly have no clue how Alya kept it to herself.”

Marinette’s breathing evened out as she eased onto the bed in front of Adrien. “Oh-okay,” She took one of Adrien’s hands and slotted their fingers together. “I wanna tell them.”

“Did you see the message Nino sent you on the Yoyo last night?” 

“Uh, no,” Mari looked really confused as Adrien tapped his fingers against the back of her hand. “Why-...,” Marinette paused, her eyes sweeping back and forth as she processed something. “You skipped out on your patrol, didn’t you?” She grinned at him. “You skipped out on your patrol to come and see me and you needed Nino to cover for you but Alya was already there.”

“Alya wasn’t already there, I asked her to meet me too so I could convince one of them to cover for me,” Mari flicked his forehead. 

“Do we wanna get suited up and get the gang together?” She lifted his wrist, the one with his watch on it and tapped the face. Alya would be patrolling tonight, and Marinette would be patrolling tomorrow night, so it was likely that Alya was already out and not finished her second round yet. If Nino had joined her last night, then he’d probably joined her tonight. 

“If you think that’d be best?” Adrien squeezed Mari’s hand. 

“I want to ask you something first,” Adrien inclined his head to indicate to Marinette that he was listening. “I want to give the Snake and Dragon miraculouses to Luka and Kagami permanently.”

“Okay,” Adrien gave a half smile and shrugged.

“Okay?” 

“Yeah, I think it’d be cool to have some extra hands on deck,” He started rubbing the back of her hand again. “We should give Pollen back to Chloe.”

Marinette was silent for a moment, her mouth forming words that never created sound. “I agree,” Adrien raised his eyebrows. “She was great as Queen Bee.”

“I didn’t expect you to take that so well,” He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed their joined fingers. “What changed?”

“I overheard a conversation between Chloe and Sabrina today, and it changed my view on Chloe,”

“She finally asked Sabrina out, didn’t she?” Marinette blinked slowly.

“Finally?” Adrien puffed out a laugh.

“That’s why she was stuck to me during the holidays, she wanted advice on how to ask Sabrina out,” It was Marinette’s turn to laugh.

“Did you have much advice to give?” She stifled her giggles with the back of her free hand.

“Unsurprisingly, no, I’ve never asked anyone out in my entire life,” Marinette’s eyes bulged open as her giggles died down.

“Am I your first girlfriend, Adrien Agreste?” She sounded so disbelieving.

“Yeah,” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Am I your first boyfriend?”

Marinette’s face went bright red, she let go of Adrien’s hands and shoved him back on the bed so he couldn’t see how embarrassed she was.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Adrien propped himself up on his elbows to find Mari hiding her face in her hands. “Hey, don’t hide your face,” He sat up and pried her hands away from her crimson cheeks. “I love when you blush, it makes your freckles stand out so much more.” Her cheeks glowed an even darker red. “You’re so beautiful, Mari.” Adrien kissed her warm cheek.

“Oi, lovebirds, are we gonna get groovin’ or be mushy all night? I’ve got a nice wheel of cheese callin’ my name back at Casa de Agreste,” Adrien and Marinette pulled away from each other and looked at their Kwamis. 

“He’s right,” Adrien shrugged, pulling Mari off the bed. “You might want to put something other than pjs on if we’re going to unsuit for the gang.”

“You might want to put some shoes on,” Mari poked her tongue out at him as she walked to her dresser and pulled a pair of jeans out of it. Picking a soft grey, cotton shirt and a bra, Marinette dug the miraculous box out of her underwear drawer and put the Bee, Snake and Dragon miraculouses on top of the dresser. “Eyes to yourself while I change, Agreste.”

Her voice had taken the confident Ladybug tone that he adored so much, raising his hands in submission he grinned and turned around. Marinette slipped behind her changing screen and swapped her pyjamas out for her normal clothes.

“I’m going to have to go barefoot because I don’t have any shoes,” The sound of Marinette changing, the small thuds and rustling of clothes, had all the hair on his body standing ramrod straight. She laughed.

“Poor baby, you’re going to get cold feet,” Mari’s footfalls walking toward him had him turning around to face her. Marinette dumped the bundle of pyjama clothes on her bed and pulled a pair of sneakers out from a plastic bucket underneath. Adrien hadn’t seen her grab socks but she pulled the sneakers on over the top of some pale pink socks with lace fringing the top.

“Never when I’m with you,” He helped her to her feet. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” The two faced each other and took a deep breath in. “Tikki-,” “Plagg-,” “Spots on-,” “Claws out-,”

They transformed, looking at each other. Marinette’s suit was different now, though. It looked a bit like the suit Adrien had worn as Mister Bug, but there was padded armour around her shoulders, sides, breasts and the sides of her legs. Adrien’s Chat Noir suit hadn’t changed, of course it hadn’t because it was just the way he liked it. With a cheeky bow, Adrien extended his clawed had to Marinette.

“Mi’lady,” His pupils dilated as his dimpled grin made an appearance. Mari quickly turned and grabbed the miraculous boxes she’d put on top of her dresser, shoving them into the pockets that appeared when her suit had changed. There were no lumps or bumps where the boxes rested in her suit, the magic of it tucking them safely away. “Shall we get going?”

“Yes, we shall,” Marinette took Adrien’s hand and they leapt out into the cool night air.

~~~~~~TAGLINE~~~~~~~ @katieykat513 @lady-charinette @aussie-lesbian @mochegato @starkerismyking @nifflerstorm @hnbutt @maniic-pixie-dream-girl

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Fighting Family

Pairing: Boxer!Steve x Reader

Words: 888

Summary: Y/n is a former boxer engaged to “The Captain”- a current boxer at her old ring. After getting Engaged, she stepped out of the ring and took on an administrative roll- but now she has a surprise for why.

A/N: I try to be inclusive but I’m female and I picture Myself as reader so here we are. For @star-spangled-bingo square “Pregnancy” The third and final part of my Fight series (But can also be read as a one-shot because hi, I like one-shots). Hope yall like it!

Fight for you - Fight Night

Nat: He’s fighting last tonight. 

Wanda: I’ll let you know when the Locker room is empty.

You: Operation Boxer is a go.

You closed the office door and entered the viewing box, making checks on your board for tonight. Steve and Bucky were warming up in the field room, Nat was placing the lineup on the board to the far side of the viewing box. You threw out a quick text to Sam, making sure he was still able to come in right before the matches began. He confirmed he was rolling into town shortly- finishing up his move to the city- and would be on time. 

“Tony!” You hollered, seeing the older man leave the visitors tunnel. You sprinted down the steps, flipping pages on your clipboard. “Here's the projection for upgrading the visitors wing. Just needs your signature and I’ll get it started this week.” 

Tony scanned over the document before signing at the bottom. “Any projection for the next Charity match?” 

You pulled out your calendar doing some quick calculations. “The last one was seven months ago- we are still on target for the end of July again. I’ve reached out to Brocks, Banners, and Clint about which fighters they would like to have participate.”

“Any response?” 

“Clint threw his name in as a “returning legend”. Brocks asked what cut their fighters would get and wasn’t happy when I said nothing because it's charity- but two of his guys reached out as independents. Banner was going to get back to me tonight when he gets here.”

“Good, good. Man, hiring you to do the office stuff was well worth it.” Tony patted your back, and made a gesture to Vision who was waiting for him.

“Don’t forget- you actually have to coach your fighters this time, Tones.” You rolled your eyes at the man, moving on to his next adventure.

“Y/n, how are we looking at the entrance.” Wanda came over the comms.

“On schedule to open the doors at 6.” You confirmed, moving to shoo the boys out of the field room, getting ready for the doors to open. 

“Barrel shot. Right-hook. Duck.” Bucky was calling out the shots and holding the bag in place, Steve focused on his hits. You came up behind him, did a swift sweep kick, and looked down at your fiancé sprawled on the floor. 

“Don’t forget to listen.” You said simply with a grin, offering your hand. “It’s time to suit up.” 

“Remind me why I wanted to marry you again?” Steve shook his head, removing the training gear and placing it in his cubby. 

“Because you love me.” You mocked, slapping his ass. Bucky's laugh rang out loud in the room as you turned on your heel heading for the door. Soon you were upside-down, squealing in laughter as Steve ran out of the field room, you slung over his shoulder. He ran into the locker room, dropping you on top of the lockers as he ran down the steps. 

“Stevie! Let me down!” you whined, reaching out towards him. 

“Nope. Payback, babe. Guess you’re stuck.” He shrugged. The door opened from the hold and Wanda and Nat entered, both looking between you and Steve laughing.

“Oh, yeah. It's soooo funny.” You crossed your arms and legs, pretending to ignore the jokes and comments. The exterior door opened, precisely on time before the first match should start. Sam froze, looking up at you and then at everyone else ignoring your presence.

“I’m making sure everyone is on task.” You mused, enticing small chuckles. 

“Really?” Sam asked, eyebrows up in question.

“No, get me down.” You held your arms out, Sam rolling his eyes as he dropped his bag and helped you jump down. “Finally, SOMEONE who cares about me.” you mused, grabbing your clipboard off the floor and tossing your hair. “If you’ll excuse me, I have visitors to check on.”

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“Last fighters in the hold. Locker Room secure.”  Wanda’s voice called into your ear.

“Well, Bruce. Here's to the last fight. And thank you for the names for the Charity fight this year.” You marked on your clipboard the last of the details, pulling the table off. “Here’s what we’re thinking for that night- if you want to let your guys know.”

“Thanks y/n. I’ll get it out and see if anyone else is interested.” Bruce gave you a hug and followed his last fighter into the hold. You moved around the back hallways, entering the locker room without being seen. It was time.

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“What’s this?” Steve's voice could be heard from where you sat in the office. 

“Oh, be careful, some crazy fans have come back here.” Bucky teased, knocking into him. The room got quiet and you moved to your doorway to watch. Steve took the lid off the box and looked down, pulling out miniature boxing gloves.

“I don’t..” Steve looked up and locked eyes with you.

“Read the card. Dummy.” You said softly. Steve fumbled for a minute before Bucky took the box from him, opening the card- a magnet falling out into Steves hands

“Welcoming a new boxer to the ring,” Bucky read with a smile on  his face.

“Little Lieutenant.” Steve quietly read the magnet, and looked between the objects in his hands, then back to you. “We’re Pregnant?”

“You’re gonna be a dad.” 

[lj-writes]

Why canon Finnrose is a bust: Finn is not a fixer-upper

Canon Finnrose is a no-go for me because it is portrayed as an unhealthy and unequal relationship, in what I believe is a deliberate antithesis to Finnrey. Rey accepts Finn exactly as he is and vice versa, while Rose loves her idea of Finn and will make him conform to it using violence if necessary. I don’t think anyone needs to spell out which is the better relationship.

People compare the first meetings of Finn with Rey and Rose and the fact that they started with assault. While I am not thrilled about that and both directors deserve a slap upside the head, when you look closely the two incidents are actually opposites of each other. Rey attacked Finn when she had a mistaken idea of who he was, a thief and possible murderer, but Rose attacked Finn when she realized who he truly was, someone who hadn’t committed his life unconditionally to her cause. When Rose realized he didn’t match her idea of him as a hero, she lashed out at him.

The contrast couldn't be clearer from when Rey discovered potentially disappointing information about Finn. When Rey is told Finn’s worst secret that reveals his innermost self, she pleads with him not to go. It’s not a Resistance hero she wants, it’s Finn.

The thing is, Rose doesn’t come acros as even liking Finn, far less being in love with him. Her interactions with Finn are filled with outright contempt and lectures meant to make him a better man, which is not a relationship between equals. It’s a recipe for resentment and burnout in romantic relationships and friendships alike.

Even the crash on Crait, which should have been the moment that sold audiences, simply continued this pattern of Rose forcing Finn to follow her will and seeing him as a naïve fool in need of her instruction. Yes, the fact that she stops Finn from sacrificing himself shows her change of heart, that she no longer thinks he should die for a hopeless cause. Notice what’s missing here? An admission that she was wrong. An apology for the way she treated him from their first meeting.

It would have been an immensely powerful moment if Rose told a charging Finn over the comm that she was wrong to tase him and he shouldn’t have to sacrifice himself for a cause. She has already lost the person most important to her in all the universe and can’t lose him, too. That would have made it clear how she had grown and changed since their first meeting.

Instead we only see the single-minded determination that Finn must obey her, even though her own position has changed, and rather than try to persuade him in any meaningful way she makes him comply with her will through violence--again.

It is truly disturbing how Rose seems to operate under the assumption that Finn cannot be talked to and must rather be “corrected” by violence, even though it’s been shown time and again that talking to him works very well. He changed his mind about the Resistance fleet’s situation being hopeless when she told him about the tracker and they figured out the technical details together, and also changed his mind about running out to help Luke when Poe told him Luke was acting as a distraction. The repeated incidences of violence on Rose’s part were unnecessary and repugnant. It is not normal behavior and by no means the foundation of an intimate relationship.

Rose’s contempt for Finn’s supposed deficiencies continues into what is generally the crowning moment of a couple, the kiss. To the last she calls him “dummy” and gives him a lecture about how he is wrong and "hateful" rather than a vulnerable revelation of her feelings. The novelization reveals her inner thoughts, which are not surprising given her treatment of him, where her focus is on instructing him and reflecting on how slow of understanding he is:

Rose willed her voice to work. This next part was important. She had to make him understand.

“Saved you, dummy,” she said. “That’s how we’re going to win. Not fighting what we hate--saving what we love.”

. . .

The big goof had a good heart. But he also had a way of missing the obvious.

This is not how you think of an equal and respected partner. It's how you treat someone who you see as below you and needs your guidance. This is not the foundation of a good relationship based on respect and equality.

I think Rose in TLJ is in love, but not with Finn. I think she initially loved the idea of him she had created in her head. When she was disappointed in that ideal she swiftly punished him for it, then increasingly fell in love with the idea of who she could make him into. She doesn't love Finn for who he is and gets angry, punitive, even violent when he does assert himself, which are all HUGE red flags. I can't accept this as a good canon romantic relationship, not when the example of Finnrey as an actually healthy relationship based on mutual, unconditional acceptance is right there.

[attemptingtowriteagain]

Fives x Reader

Imagine Fives always telling you lame pick-up lines

A/N: I just had an instant desire to write this, I’m sorry (not really)

          Warnings : None

          Word Count : 1585

          If there was one thing you loved about being a medic on the Resolute, it was getting to know everyone in the Torrent company. You helped Kix out regularly in the med-bay, so when anyone from the company was hurt, you were typically the one who saw and patched them up. The one thing that never failed to cheer you up though was Fives.

          Since you joined the medical unit on the Resolute, Fives had taken an instant liking to you. You had become fast friends and if you weren't lying, you had developed a small crush on him. When he found out (you may have drunkenly admitted it to Hardcase), boy did he not let you live it down. He was always trying to get you to go on a date with him and feeding you lame pick up lines but you always told him no. You didn't want this to just be a fling and it felt like he was treating how you felt like a joke.

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          You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand as you finally sat down after a long day. After a tough battle on Florrum, you were finally able to take a much needed break. All men who had been injured were either released or taking by emergency shuttle to one of the medical stations.

          Sighing you leaned back in the chair and started to close your eyes when the med-bay door slide open . You groaned and started opened your eyes to see Fives had jumped up on one of the cots, gripping his knee.

          "What did you do now Fives?" You questioned as you walked towards him.

          "Do you have a bacti-pad?"

          "Yes....?" You narrowed your eyes.

          "Good because I just scraped my knee falling for you." He grinned. You hit him in the face with a pillow and told him to get out.

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          You yawned as you made your way to the cafeteria for some caf. You were so tired that you didn't see Fives, Jesse, Echo and Rex sitting at a table eating until Fives called your name.

          "Hey (Y/N), did you sit in a pile of sugar?" You blushed and self-consciously patted you backside. "Cause you have a pretty sweet ass." Your face turned redder and flipped him off.

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          The sun on Naboo was warm on you skin as you stepped off the ship, Fives right beside you. The ship needed repairs so everyone was allowed to step off to stretch and get fresh air. The ship had landed near on of the lakes so you decided to take a walk.

          "Hey," Five nudged your shoulder with his own and you hummed in response. "Your beauty makes the morning sun look like the dull glimmer of the moon."

          Back at the ship, Rex and Cody heard a yelp and splash. They each drew their guns but lowered them when they say you walk back to the ship shaking you head, a soaking wet Fives trailing behind you.

          "He's never gonna learn, is he?" Cody laughed lightly.

          "It's Fives. Of course he's not." Rex rolled his eyes.

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          "I don't like that grin Fives." You placed your fork on the tray and raised an eyebrow at him.

          "You know... Most guys need 3 meals a day to keep going... I just need eye contact from you."

          Hardcase ended up choking on his caf when you flung a scoop of your food into Fives' face.

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          "I hope you're done jumping off buildings now." You snapped as you forcefully yanked on the bandage around Fives' arm. He grunted and tried to glare at you but yours must have made him back down. He was quiet for a minute before he grinned like a idiot.

          "Alright, lets hear it."

          "Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I've been touched by an angel?" He wiggled his eyebrows and you couldn't hold the smile back then slapped him upside the back of his head.

          "Get out, dummy." You laughed. You had turned around to put away your supplies when you felt his hands light grasp you shoulders and his hot breath on the back of your head. You stayed completely still and you felt a slight pressure on the back of your skull before he walked away. You spun around and look after him wide eyes.

          'Did he just....' You thought to yourself touching the back of your head.

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          You were walking down the halls trying to find General Skywalker because he skipped out on a mandatory health evaluation. You were scrolling through your data pad as you walked and were vaguely aware of Fives, Echo and Jesse walking past until Fives called your name.

          "What Fives?" You called back, not wanting to deviate from your path.

          "Of all the beautiful curves on you body," He started and you whipped around ready to throw the data pad at his head. Both Echo and Jesse tried to stop him but he waved them off. "Your smile is my favorite."

          You froze as your cheeks started to flush and you couldn't help the small smile from gracing your lips.

          "Damn..." Jesse whistled and that seemed to remind you that you had things to do.

          "I'll see you later Fives?" You asked walking backwards. A smile spread across his whole face, not a grin but a smile that could put the sun to shame.

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          You stood at the bar of 79's, trying to close out your tab when you felt someone wrap their arms loosely around your shoulders and whisper in you ear.

          "If I had one credit for every time I thought of you," Fives mumbled quietly into your neck. "I would have exactly one credit, because you are always on my mind." He pulled away and walked back over to your friends at a booth against the far wall.

          You weren't sure how much more of this you could take...

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          "Dammit Fives!" You snapped, nearly in tears and you rushed to clean and close the gaping wound on his side. He groaned loudly, clenching his teeth when you shoved a needle of pain meds into his arm. "You absolute idiot." You chided him again. "Rex said what you did was incredibly stupid, even for you. What idiot throws themselves off a cliff and into jagged rocks?" Your hands were shaking so much so that you would barely get the bacti-pads opened.

          "I didn't know there were pointy rocks." Fives snapped lightly and grasped your hand. "That stupid clanker got a hold of the Generals data pad. I couldn't let it go."

          "Just shut up." You sniffed.

          "Hey..." Fives croaked and tried you reach up to touch your face but the medicine was making his whole boys seem heavy. "I was feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on." He mumbled before falling asleep.

          "You idiot..." You reprimanded softly, running a hand through his hair.

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          "Hey Fives?" You stuck your head out the med-bay as he walked past with Echo and Rex.

          "Yes...?" He drawled out with a lazy smile.

          "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

          "Now’s not a good time (Y/N)." Rex answered for Fives.

          "Oh... Okay." You sighed disappointed.

          "Is everything okay?" All joking evaporated from his voice and demeanor.

          "No, not really." You ran a hand through you hair before looking him straight in the eyes. "Its just.... Your lips look so lonely... Would they like to meet mine?" You asked with a coy smile before walking back into med-bay.

          "Holy... Kriff..." You could heard Echo laugh softly. "Mate, she just showed you up."

          "Captain, I need like three minutes." Fives begged. You smiled at yourself and you hopped up onto one of the cots.

          "Three minutes." The Captain sighed.

          Fives burst into the med-bay and you raised an eyebrow at him.

          "Are you... Are you serious?" Fives asked uncharacteristically quiet.

          "Dead serious."

          "Like this isn't some joke and when I try to kiss you your going prank me in some way?" He had a hopeful longing in his eyes.

          "This is not a joke." You rolled your eyes.

          "And you're not going-"

          "Fives! Get over here, shut up, and kiss me." You demanded. You had waited long enough.

          Before you could blink or have another thought, Fives was in front of you, your face in his hands and his hot mouth smashed desperately to yours. You sighed happily and wrapped you arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands traveled to you hair and leaned your head back slightly an he moved his lips against yours in a frenzied pace. His lips left your and he started to kiss down your jaw. You pouted at the loss of his mouth from yours. Fives let his lips linger at the corner of your jaw before pulling away to look in your eyes.

          "That was to long overdue." He whispered and pecked your lips softly a couple time. You hummed in agreement. "When I get back from this briefing, we're going to talk."

          "We could talk... Or we could continue to do this." You pulled him back to your lips and kissed him deeply, letting everything you felt for him pour into that single kiss. Fives moaned and started to pull you tight against him. You bit his lip lightly and he pulled on your hair, forcing your head back and then the med-bay doors opened.

          "Times up Fives. Lets go." Rex ordered. Fives reluctantly pulled away.

          "We'll talk later. Go." You shooed him away with a smile. He pecked you lips once more before following Rex who was mumbling something along the lines of 'I am never going to use that cot again.'

[drgnrder82]

The Choices You Make (BH6 Fanfic) Ch 24 (Epilogue)

Fred's screams echoed in their ears for days. In fact, he didn't let them forget every time he returned to their big plastic quarantine tent. 

"YOU DIDN'T WAIT FOR ME?" Fred yelled, sometimes at each window, to make his point known. "Who sent me to Krei Tech for some magnet or whatever?" 

“I did,” Wasabi sighed. 

And each time, Karmi slapped him upside the head. "What if you got some brain-eating slug stuck in there with those dummies!" 

“Why do they get all the cool diseases? You’re all so selfish!” Fred retorted. 

Karmi gave up, wisely, after day 3 with Fred’s yelling. 

Quarantine lasted a week. Which Karmi insisted to everyone was far shorter than she’d expected. 

So, a week on cots and in the middle of the S.F.I.T. campus, cramped in a loud plastic tent with poor ventilation and packs of food. It was hard to imagine Cass-senpai, Wasabi, and Go Go chose this torture. 

When Karmi walked in without the terrifying hazmat get-up, Emiko swallowed hard. The quarantine was surrounded by suits and cops. 

"We've been interviewed," Cass-senpai said, still clutching Tadashi's arm as if he might disappear again if she didn't. Honey Lemon was surprisingly low-key, sitting beside him while his Aunt held tight.

Panic rose in Emiko’s chest. 

Had Karmi planned any revenge because of Hiro… Hiro… 

The kiss felt like a dream that happened forever ago. Hiro and Emiko were together constantly, but their time alone returned to the wee hours of the morning when everyone was asleep, and the campus was dead quiet. 

“It’s not a bot, but…” Hiro produced a piece of paper folded into a triangle football. 

They took turns being a goal.

Flick, miss. Flick, goal. 

Once they were in a rhythm, Hiro asked, "Are you going to put the exhibit back together?" 

“Your brother is back. It would be weird, wouldn’t it?” she answered.

Read the entire chapter here on AO3 and if you read it, thank you so much! Back to one of my other fics/novels, after I get over this being done.

[spacechip707]

Hey hey hey. I just read a bunch of your Saeyoung writings and I just can't get enough lol~ If you're taking requests, do you think you could write either number 71 or 49 from the prompt list for Saeyoung? (I live for the moments in your writing where there's lots of kisses and MC and Saeyoung just being SO in love with each other ahsjhdjs, so if you wanna put that in haha~) As always, endless praise for your talented writing and I can't wait for your future works!!! Have a nice day/night~❤️❤️❤️

Haha, thank you so much! I hope this is okay! If you want something less fluffy, let me know, but I hope you like this all the same:D

49.)  “I have to tell you something”

The wind combed its fingers through your hair, sending pleasant shivers down your neck. The air was cool and crisp and absolutely delicious. Across the horizon, tall buildings loomed in the distance, a few lights glittering the city like stars in a night sky. All of your senses were engaged, and you would’ve have been thoroughly enjoying it–you know, if you weren’t dangling over sixty feet off the ground.

You weren’t sure how you ended up in the rickety seat of a Ferris Wheel, but you blamed the red-head sitting beside you. That’s right. It was your stupid boyfriend who had asked if you wanted to go, and you had stupidly agreed because he gave you that stupid grin that made it against your very nature to refuse.

“Are you trying to crush my bones?” Saeyoung yelped, stretching out his fingers from your death grip. Without his hold to anchor you, your stomach took a steep plunge, and for a moment, you thought the rest of your body had too. You gasped at the gust that rocked the small passenger car. Instinctively, you clutched onto Saeyoung’s jacket and shut your eyes.

The warmth of his fingertips across your lower back bid you to open them again. Resisting the urge to look down, you fixated your gaze on the man in front of you. He surveyed your face, brows quirking inquisitively. “Are you okay? You’re really pale.”

You swallowed hard as that cotton candy from earlier burned at the back of your throat. “I have something to tell you, Saeyoung,” you said. You would’ve laughed at how dramatic that sounded if your stomach didn’t keep trying to get back to the ground without you.

He grabbed both of your hands, his eyes glimmering in the bright lights of the amusement park below. “Are you going to ask me to marry you?” he said. “I’ve been waiting for this day, you know.”

For a moment, you thought he was serious, but the edge of his mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly giving away his jest. You disentangled one hand just to slap him upside the head. “No, you dummy!” you shouted over his laughter. “I’m…I’m a bit squeamish when it comes to heights.”

His outburst died down to a few chuckles. “Then why didn’t you say so before?” he said. He took a hold of your hand, but his lack of concern was suspicious. Your intuition told you not to relax, and you wished you would’ve listened.

His other hand slid from your shoulder to your waist. Before you could recognize it as something other than an innocent touch, you jerked forward in your seat with a strangled cry seizing your throat. While you were still regaining your wits, your boyfriend was shaking from hilarity.

“Saeyoung!” you scolded, shoving his shoulder only to clasp it as the bench shifted. You were almost at the top now, and you were already formulating an apology to the unfortunate stranger who might get some regurgitated cotton candy splattered onto their head.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said, panting for air. “No more pushes. I promise.”

You eased back into your seat at the vow. He wrapped an arm around you, securing you in his hold as the ride continually crept higher into the sky.

Your heart was racing the entire trip, but it completely stopped when the ride did…leaving you and Saeyoung suspended in the air…with one wrong move leading to your deaths. Oh gosh, you were really going to be sick.

Saeyoung clicked his tongue, and his grip on you loosened when he leaned over the railing. His gaze swept over the scene below, and you wondered how he was stomaching it. “Looks like the ride broke.”

Your eyes widened, and this time bile did sting your throat. “What?” you breathed.

He turned back to you, a smirk plastered on his lips. “I’m kidding. They stop the wheel at random times so a lucky couple gets to enjoy the view. Guess who’s the lucky couple?”

You didn’t exactly agree with the perceived state of your fortune. With a bemoaned groan, you pressed yourself back into the seat. “Couldn’t they just skip us?”

Saeyoung sighed, his breath swirling into mist with the chilly air. He tapped your nose. “It’s only for a few minutes,” he said. “Besides, think about how much closer we are to the moon! If we’re getting married in the space station, this is good practice.”

“But space doesn’t have gravity,” you pointed out, shuffling your feet underneath you. “You can’t plummet to your death in space.”

His teeth flashed in an amused grin before he once again entwined his hands with yours. He leaned back into his own seat and jerked his chin ahead of him. “How about we admire the view? Tell me what you like. It’ll calm you down.”

You were skeptical, but you thought you might at least try his methods. You begrudgingly shifted your gaze from him to the cityscape ahead. “Well,” you began. Your eyes wandered across the vastness, actually taking in the scene before you. “The buildings…they kind of look like mountains, right? And you can see part of the sea from here too. The moon looks really pretty from here and…it’s reflection on the ocean is amazing.”

His hold on your hand tightened, and suddenly the tense atmosphere vanished. You hated to admit it, but he was right. Suddenly, your mind was sharp and focused on every detail. The noise from the crowd below faded, and you were really only aware of the luminous night sky and his warmth radiating onto your palms.

After a few minutes, you noticed he had yet to speak. You elbowed him without moving your attention from the landscape. “Hey, your turn. What are you thinking?”

“Beautiful,” he said, his voice distant and barely above a whisper. You tilted your head in a mix of confusion and surprise. Saeyoung could be quite poetic in times like these, and a single worded answer wasn’t what you were expecting. When he didn’t elaborate, you turned your head and found he wasn’t looking at the view at all.

He was staring at you.

Your eyes locked for a second before he jumped at the realization and abruptly looked away. It was hard to see in the dim light, but you swore you saw his cheeks flush. That was just fine because you were pretty sure yours were too.

It was funny, really. A few moments before, your mind was convincing you that the contraption you were currently riding would be your cause of death before the night was over. And now, with a single word, the man in front of you very nearly stopped your heart completely. Eighty feet in the air and all you could think about was how you were so in love with him.

You sucked in a sharp breath, drawing his attention back to you. “Well, your idea worked,” you said. “I’m not that scared anymore.”

A smile graced his lips, and he let out a throaty chuckle. “That’s too bad.”

You raised a brow, scooting away at the statement. “Excuse me?”

He nudged his glasses further up his nose. “I had another method, if the view didn’t work.”

“What was that?” you asked, fidgeting at the way his hands rested on your torso. That didn’t go so well before.

“I read somewhere that fear comes from association. So, if you get someone to associate a good memory with their fear, they get over it,” he explained. “Do you want to try it anyway?”

His fingers tightened around your jacket, and your heart was already pounding at the possibility of another scare. But of course, he was wearing that stupid grin again, and you found yourself nodding despite your brain’s screaming protests. “But I swear, Saeyoung, if you try to push me again I’ll–”

Your threat was interrupted with the taste of cotton candy and the traces of electricity dancing through your veins. Your breath was caught somewhere between your lungs and your mouth and remained there even after he pulled away from the kiss.

The edge of his mouth brushed yours as he smiled. His amber eyes flickered across your features, and your face heated at their thorough inspection. “Told you this way was better,” he winked. Laughter tumbled out of your mouth, whether it was from the joke or out of sheer happiness, you weren’t sure.   

The ride lurched forward and you two were moving towards the ground once more. Oddly enough, disappointment panged at your chest, and you wondered what might’ve occurred if it had paused just a few moments longer at the top.

“Actually, MC,” Saeyoung said, interrupting the silence. “I have something to tell you.”

“What’s that?” you asked, snuggling into his chest.

“I lied about the whole fear thing,” he said. You looked up at him, catching the glint behind his lenses before he shrugged. “It was just an excuse to kiss you. But it was super smooth, right?”

As he continued to praise his own “smooth moves”, you rubbed your face wearily. Gosh, if he wasn’t the most unpredictable, incorrigible dork you knew. But of course, you were, and always would be, hopelessly in love with him anyway.

[irish-nlessing]

Making The Grade - St. Paddy’s Day

A/N: This is canon, and occurs shortly after MtG ends.  Enjoy!

Niall had been insistent that Poppy come out for St. Patrick's Day with him, despite her lamenting that he should go out and enjoy time with his friends. He whined and nibbled at her earlobe, pulling her off his desk and onto his lap in his tiny office. “C’mon puppy, ya gotta come out. All my friends wanna meet you.”  Poppy groaned at the nip of his teeth against her skin and at the ridiculous pet name he'd started using more frequently.

“I didn't think it was possible to make my name any more obnoxious, but you've done it Horan.”

Niall giggled softly into her skin and trailed his fingers across the perpetually tattered cuffs of her cozy sweatshirt. “You love it.  Please come out with us. All my mates are flying in - even my idiot cousins that I haven't seen since last Christmas.”

At the mention of Christmas, Poppy’s resolve crumbled. Three months earlier, Niall had cancelled his plans to fly home to Ireland for Christmas when he found out Poppy was spending it alone, holed up in her apartment. She had argued with him that he hadn’t been home in a year, but his insistence that no one should be alone on Christmas  was steadfast.  It had ended up being one of the best holidays she’d ever had.  Poppy sighed and twisted her slender fingers with his thick ones. “Ok. I'll come. I'll meet you guys out though, I've got to finish some articles. How will I be able to find you?”

Niall grinned mischievously and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You won't be able to miss us. Trust me.”

The pub was nearly bursting with people by the time Poppy pushed the heavy door open to squeeze in. A late winter storm had swept through, dusting the campus in a blanket of sloppy wet snowflakes. Brushing a few flakes out of her haphazard bun, she scanned the main room for signs of Niall and his friends.

The back of Poppy's throat prickled harshly, and she struggled to swallow through the tightness.  Meeting people important to Niall was a whole level of intimacy she hadn't bargained for. She didn't even know what they were yet. She knew they were something - but the definition of what was actually happening had yet to be determined.

She straightened out her bright green sweatshirt, and double checked that her shamrock knee socks were pulled up over her leggings. She knew she looked ridiculous, but she figured everyone would be too drunk to notice. She pressed through the throngs of patrons sloshing green beer on each other and scanned the long bar. She heard him before she saw him. His boisterous laugh, the one that only came out when he was genuinely happy (or genuinely drunk) rolled through the air and she headed towards the sound. Nothing could've actually prepared Poppy for what she found at the end of the bar. Half a dozen guys were huddled around each other yelling incoherently. What was shocking though was that they were all wearing matching shamrock suits and flat caps. Actual green suits. Printed with shamrocks. One of the guys noticed Poppy hovering behind them and elbowed the hunched figure next to him. Poppy's confusion turned to bright amusement when Niall spun around and locked his gaze on her.

“Poppy puppy!”

Niall missed the look of sheer horror that passed over her face as he lunged towards her and wrapped her up in a bone-crushing hug. Releasing her, he spun them around to try and divvy out introductions. A pint of Guinness was pressed into her hand along with a shot glass filled to the brim with amber liquid. “Deo, Will, Greg, Matty, Martin. this is my -”, he swallowed and glanced sideways at her face, “this is Poppy.”  

The boys all greeted her warmly, while Deo leaned forward to shout his greeting. “Nice t’meet you Niall's Poppy!” He smirked at her and winked over her shoulder at Niall. Poppy felt Niall’s fingers grip her shoulder a little tighter.

“Oh um it's just…..just Poppy.”

“Sure it is love. Slainte.”

Poppy nodded and tipped the shot glass to her lips forcing the burning liquid down her throat. Poppy actually hated shots but she was desperate to tamp down the awkwardness starting to consume her. She coughed harshly, sputtering out a breathy “Fuck! That's whiskey!”  Niall just laughed and urged her to chase the shot with her pint.

“S’alright puppy, three or four more and you won't be able to taste it!”  Niall's words slurred together slightly and Poppy eyed him.

“How many have you had, Horan?”

A languid smile spread across his face and he leaned, bumping the brim of his tweed cap against her forehead. “You're pretty.”

Poppy snorted and tugged he lapel of his ridiculous green jacket. “Thought so. Looks like I've got some catching up to do.”

The drinks kept flowing, with round after round pushed towards Poppy.  Niall’s friends were loud, brash, and quite the handful.  But the laughs came easily and Poppy ate up their wicked sense of humor.  Niall stayed close by, his hand brushing across Poppy’s waist every time she leaned into him.  Her brain felt fuzzy around the edges, happily muddled from the alcohol coursing through her veins.  One of the bartenders flew by where they were camped out along the dark, worn wood of the bar and slung a few baskets of warm, soft breadsticks.  The boys descended on them instantly, barely stopping to breathe as they clamored over each other.  Poppy couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous they all looked - resembling a pack of hungry dogs rather than young men in their twenties.  Niall popped up out of the feeding frenzy, his mouth filled with warm dough and turned to find Poppy.  His eyes locked with hers and he thrust a breadstick towards her with a triumphant flourish.  Poppy giggled and grabbed the breadstick pulling Niall along with it until he stumbled forward, nearly knocking into her.  

“Thanks.”

Niall grinned and slung his arm around her shoulders.  “Welcome.  Got to get in quick with this lot, otherwise you’re liable to go hungry.”  

“Wow, my hero.”  Poppy smirked at him and started munching on her breadstick.  Niall watched her the entire time with a dopey grin on his face.  When she swallowed the last bite shook the crumbs off her fingers she finally looked back up at him and asked, “Why’re you staring at me weirdo?”  Niall chuckled and shrugged at her, his eyes never leaving hers.  

“Cause you’re cute when you eat.  Did you know you chew an equal amount of times on each side of your mouth?”  

Poppy shot him a scowl, which only flamed his gentle teasing.  “No, I didn’t know that.  And it’s weird that you do.”

Niall’s cheeks tinged pink and he stepped forward to tug at Poppy’s shirt.  When she was pressed against the cheap green fabric of his suit he tipped his head down towards her face.  Poppy saw the tip of his tongue flick across his bottom lip just as his nose nudged into hers softly.  Her eyes fluttered shut and she felt the soft press of his lips against her own.  For a moment she could only hear her own heart pounding in her ears, could only feel the scratchy polyester blend of the suit lapel clutched in her fingers.  Just as the warmth of his tongue swept across the seam of her lips, the spell was broken by raucous shouting and catcalling from Niall’s friends.  Poppy could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.  Niall pulled her closer, tucking his face into the crook of her neck.  His shoulders jostled softly with his own laughter and Poppy could feel the giggles start to bubble from her own throat.

The hoots and hollers continued until Niall shuffled them both back into the fray of his friends.  Poppy had always been uncomfortable with PDA and had consciously shied away from letting guys touch her or kiss her in public.  Something about being with Niall tempered those feelings and she was almost positive it wasn’t the amount of alcohol in her system.  When they were together she felt lighter - happier.  The sun seemed to shine a little brighter, the sky seemed a little bit bluer.  When Poppy had tried to explain to Sabrina how she felt around him, Sabrina had nodded in complete understanding.  “So basically, he’s watered your crops, paid your bills, and given you life?”  Poppy had stared at her friend and shook her head.  

“I don’t even know what the fuck that means, Sabrina.”

“It means he makes you happy, dummy.”

Poppy had snorted and rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the genuine smile that spread across her face.  Happy.  Niall made her happy.

“Oi! Earth to Poppy! Ya want another round or no?”

Poppy snapped her head to the side, startled out of her own head by the booming voice next to her ear.  She peered into the grinning face of Deo, Niall’s raucous cousin.  Smiling politely, she nodded, but put her hand out as he started to order for her.  “Wait, something lighter than Guinness this time please.”  Deo stared at her in horror, and slowly turned around so his back was facing her.  

“Niall!  Get over here!  Your girlfriend doesn’t want to drink Guinness on the holiest day of the fuckin’ year!”

Poppy’s palms went clammy and she tugged frantically on Deo’s jacket.  “No, no, I’m not - we’re not...”  She felt an uncomfortable twist in her belly as she watched Niall cover the short distance back to her.  She knew he had heard Deo refer to her as Niall’s girlfriend, and she couldn’t decide what was more terrifying - Niall confirming it, or denying it.  Niall stepped up to Deo and swiftly smacked him upside the head.  

“Deo, if your ma heard you refer to St. Paddy’s as the ‘holiest day of the fuckin’ year’ she’d have your arse in a sling.  ‘Sides, nobody can actually drink that much Guinness - remember when you got pissed at Derek’s wedding after three pints?”  Deo’s face fell into a deep pout and he crossed his arms petulantly. Niall let out a bellow of a laugh and slapped Deo so hard on the shoulder, he nearly sprawled across the bar.  “Now, be a gentleman and ask the lady what she wants to drink.  Or, better yet, get yer own girlfriend and leave mine alone.”  Niall winked at Poppy, the bright grin on his face never faltering.  Poppy’s mouth went dry but her heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest.  How could he possibly seem so at ease with a statement like that?   

Deo mumbled under his breath and waved down the bartender.  Niall reached his hand out and gently rubbed his thumb across Poppy’s fingers that were clenched in a tight fist.  “S’that ok?”  His voice was tentative, his eyes cast down at her fingers that were slowly loosening up at his touch.  

“Is what ok?”

“That I called you my girlfriend.”

“Is that what you want to call me?”

Poppy watched his hand mold around her own, completely enveloping it into his grip.  “Yeah, um, I’ve kinda already been doing it.  Thought maybe I should ask before you hear it from someone else.”

Poppy pressed her lips into a line and thumbed jerkily over at Deo.  “Well ya screwed the pooch on that one, Horan.  Your idiot cousin just spilled the beans.” Niall sputtered out a laugh as Deo turned, pint in hand, and glowered at the pair.   

“If you two are quite finished, I’m getting the fuck outta here.  I didn’t fly halfway across the planet to get ridiculed.”  He slid Poppy her drink, and stalked off towards a group of sorority sisters wearing tank tops emblazoned with glittery shamrocks over their nipples.  

Niall shook his head and smiled down at Poppy, sipping her drink.  “Hey girlfriend, you wanna get outta here?”  Niall was wiggling his eyebrows with his bottom lip tucked under his teeth.  Poppy choked a little on the mouthful of beer she had and raised her eyebrow at him.

“That might be the worst line you’ve ever used on me.”

“Nah, I’m sure there’s been worse.  What do ya say?  Gonna come home with me?

Poppy felt a warm tingling start to spread all the way down into her toes.  He was staring at her with such intensity, the clear blue of his eyes starting to darken under the dim lighting of the pub.

“Yeah, I wanna go home with you.”  Poppy leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, both of them unable to contain their grins.

By the time they made it back to Niall’s apartment they were both clutching on to each other for warmth.  Niall had refused to wear a coat, claiming it would “wreck his shamrock aesthetic.”  Poppy, for her part, was only wearing thin leggings and the unexpected snow had soaked through her tennis shoes completely numbing her feet.  Niall kicked the door shut behind them as they stumbled into his small living room, grabbing Poppy and rubbing her arms to try and get them warm.  The entire room was covered in discarded clothes, and open suitcases from where his friends had abandoned their belongings.  

“This place is a disaster.”

“Yeah, they’re right slobs.  Won’t be back for a few hours, they can take care of it tomorrow.”

Poppy leaned further into Niall, trying to soak up some of the heat radiating from beneath his suit coat.  He kissed the top of her head and rubbed his wide palms up and down her back.  “You still cold?”  His voice was muffled by Poppy’s ever-present sloppy bun.

“Yeah, I shoulda worn underwear under these stupid leggings.  My ass is frozen.”

Niall’s hands froze in place on her lower back and she could feel his chest hitch with the deep breath he was holding.  Poppy leaned back, and found his eyes wide as saucers.  “What’s wrong?”

He swallowed slowly and started moving his hands lower on her back.  “Are ya really not wearing any underwear?”

Poppy’s thighs pressed together at the deep rasp of his voice.  She could see a faint blush starting to peek out over the neck of his white t-shirt and feel his bulge starting to grow against her hip.  Emboldened by his reaction, she mustered up her courage and nipped at the stubble on his chin.  “How about you find out for yourself?”

Niall rolled his head to the side and pulled her into his arms as tightly as he could.  With a low grunt he gripped her legs and lifted her clear off the floor.  Poppy yelped in surprise and wrapped her legs around his waist.  Stumbling down the short hallway, Niall was desperately trying to avoid the piles of towels and socks strewn across the floor.  Tipping their bodies into the wall to steady them he cursed his slovenly guests.  “Gonna break my fuckin’ neck before I can even taste ya.  Bastards.”   A rush of arousal swept through Poppy’s core and she clawed at his shoulders trying to get her mouth on any exposed skin she could find.

“Holy shit, please don’t hurt yourself.  I want you so badly, even in this stupid suit.”

Niall let out a strangled laugh as he finally reached his bedroom.  Luckily he had managed to keep the destruction out of his room and made it swiftly over to his bed.  Poppy bounced onto the mattress in a heap and quickly pulled off her sweatshirt and top.  Niall tossed his hat and jacket into a pile on the floor and climbed over her.  “You look beautiful, puppy.”

Poppy smirked and reached for the button on his pants.  “First of all I’m wearing a ratty sports bra and leggings, Niall.  That should not turn you on.  Second, I’m your girlfriend so you have to say things like that.”

Niall cut her off quickly, dipping his mouth to the exposed skin of her neck and kissing down across her shoulders.  “Could be wearin’ a paper bag and you’d turn me on.”  He trailed his thumbs across the front of her black sports bra making her nipples harden instantly.  “Say it again for me?”  Poppy was confused for a moment until she saw the tiny smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.  She ran her nails lightly up his arms making goosebumps spread across his skin.  

“Girlfriend.  I’m your girlfriend.  You’re my boyfriend, Niall.”

The smile that had been pulling at his lips broke wide across his face.  The excitement and affection that was written across his face was contagious and Poppy felt her own grin erupt.  Reaching up to the thin cotton of his shirt she yanked him down and pushed her lips to his in a desperate kiss.  She pulled at the hem of his shirt and hooked her legs around him trying desperately to feel as much of his body as possible all at once.  He finally broke from her grasp and sat back to pull his shirt off from behind his shoulders.  Reaching up through the smattering of dark hair on his chest, Poppy pinched playfully at one of his small nipples.  He let out a small hiss and jerked out of her reach.  “Hey, don’t damage the goods!”

Poppy laughed and stretched her arms above her head.  Niall’s eyes followed the arch of her ribcage as her chest was pushed up, straining against the stretchy material of her bra.  

“Well excuse me, I was under the impression you were going to find out if I was wearing panties or not.”

Niall raised his eyebrows and scooted back on the bed.  Hooking his long fingers into the waistband of her leggings he slowly pulled them down her legs.  The air in his bedroom felt cool against the heated skin of her hips.  “Fuuuuuuck.”  Niall let out a low breath at the sight of Poppy sprawled out underneath him, soft and pliant.  He pushed the bright green slacks off his hips, taking his matching Irish flag boxers with them.  Poppy giggled and put her hands over her eyes.

“Those are the most ridiculous boxers I’ve ever seen Niall.  Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re wearing them!”

“Well, technically I’m not wearing them anymore puppy.  Besides, they’re patriotic.”

“Get over here you dork.”

“Sorry puppy, little busy down here.”

With a devilish smirk Niall wrapped his arms underneath Poppy’s thighs and dipped his tongue gently into her mound.  Poppy’s thighs tensed under Niall’s fingertips and a low moan escaped from her lips.  Spurred on by her reaction, Niall felt a surge of confidence strumming through his entire body.  He kissed, licked, and worshipped Poppy’s body trying desperately to convey his overwhelming desire and affection through each sweep of his greedy tongue.

Poppy scraped her short nails through the mess of bleached tips on his head, holding him in place.  This wasn’t the first time she and Niall had been in this position before, but the weight of their newfound commitment to each other had charged the room’s atmosphere.  Poppy felt Niall’s hand slip from her thigh and trail to her center.  He pushed his fingers into her drenched core, moaning into her swollen clit at the feeling of her slick walls squeezing his digits.  Niall’s hips were rutting into his duvet trying to ease the overwhelming pressure in his length.  He could sense that Poppy was getting closer to her release, and as desperately as he wanted to feel it and taste it around his lips and fingers, he wanted to see her face when she tipped over the edge even more.  He pulled his fingers from her and dragged his wet lips down the sticky skin of her thigh.  Poppy growled in frustration and dragged her shoulders off the mattress to stare down at Niall.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“I wanna make love to ya.”

“Ok, why are you asking me? Normally you just kinda, like, stick it in.”

“Jesus Christ Poppy - you make me sound like a fuckin’ caveman.”

Poppy scrunched her nose and started giggling at their predicament.  Poor Niall was practically crawling out of skin with want for her, his cock throbbing and leaking against her leg.  They were both panting shallow breaths and she could see a light sheen of her own arousal on his chin.  

“Why are we the worst, Ni?”

Niall hung his head and chuckled.  He tugged at Poppy’s bra.  She pulled the spandex over her head and tossed it to the floor.  He settled himself between her legs and savored the feeling of her hardened nipples pressing into his chest with each swell of her chest.  

“We’re not the worst puppy.  We’re just us.”

Poppy smiled and pulled his face down to her own.  Their tongues met in soft sweeps against each other.  Poppy tipped her hips up and wrapped her leg around the swell of Niall’s bum, pulling him into her center.  They both sighed at the feeling, Poppy felt a delicious stretch and fullness as he pressed into her.  Niall’s toes curled at the feeling of her warmth enveloping every inch of his length and nearly burst when he realized how wet he’d made her.  They moved unhurriedly and enjoyed the feeling of being so connected.  Poppy dragged her nails down the broad expanse of Niall’s back and arched her back.  

“I’m getting really close Ni”

“Me too, me too….not yet though, hold on to it.”

Poppy clenched down and tried desperately to stave off the rapidly approaching release uncoiling in her abdomen.  Niall slipped his huge hand behind her head, cradling her softly and ran the pad of his thumb across her cheek.  He pressed his forehead down to hers and she matched his grip, gripping onto his damp neck with her small hand and holding him in place as they breathed each other in.  

“Fuck, Poppy.  Please, I’m gonna come love, ok?”

“Niall - it feels so good, make me come.”

He dropped a wet kiss to her lips and dragged his teeth across her bottom lip.  With another deep thrust they both released with throaty cries that faded into the thick air in his small room.  

As they came down Poppy could only hear their labored breaths and the dull echo of party goers on the streets outside.  Niall rolled off Poppy and pulled her into his arms.  He pushed the hair back off her forehead and kissed her softly.

“Gonna stay here with me tonight, yeah?”

“Only if you promise to make me breakfast in the morning.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make ya breakfast?”

“A shitty one.”

Niall huffed out a laugh and pressed another kiss to her lips.  “Well we can’t have that now can we?”

Poppy hummed and burrowed her nose into his neck and inhaled his worn scent deeply.  “Nope.  Definitely can’t have that.”