#the landlord is upset that we are moving out early

[frogl3gs]

- schedule big item pickup ✅

- de clutter clothes ✅

- de clutter kitchen ✅

- de clutter books ✅

- de clutter craft supplies ❌

- de clutter shoes ✅

- de clutter cleaning supplies ❌

- de clutter office supplies ✅

- scheduled POD ✅

- scheduled move out cleaning ✅

- respond to landlord 🥴❌

- make hotel reservations for our 4 day road trip 🥴❌

[viceroywrites]

monarch a trois drabble inspired by this early season gary smoking screenshot

gary could count on one hand the amount of times he's smoked a cigarette.

first was during his early days of being a henchman for the monarch. freshly turned 18 and wanting to fit in, he almost hacked up a lung after smoking it.

second was another time with the henchmen, wanting to look cool and badass after seeing brock smoke.

third was when 24 died. it probably would have become a consistent habit if it weren't for him moving back in with his mom who had zero tolerance for it.

fourth was tonight.

gary was having a bit of a quarter life crisis - realizing he has been living with the monarchs since he was in middle school. that his whole life was wrapped up in theirs. that as the years go by, how capable could he really be as a henchman?

while the trio's dynamic had shifted to a romantic relationship, gary couldn't help but feel insecure in his role in it all. even though he had entered an exclusive relationship with the two, the old feeling of worry began to rise to the surface - what if he was just an add on to their fun like he felt when he found out they were swingers.

an add on that could be replaced the moment they got bored.

out of fear, gary began searching for apartments.

maybe he needed to learn how to be out on his own again.

while him and malcolm were watching house of the dragon in the living room, malcolm had asked to borrow gary's phone to order takeout - leading him to see a text from a landlord asking gary when he would be able to tour the apartment.

needless to say, that interaction did not go well with gary attempting to explain himself but fumbling over his words and malcolm's emotions getting the best of him, storming off into him and sheila's bedroom and slamming the door.

gary's pleas through the door were met with silence and so he surrendered, making his way outside and bumming a cigarette from sheila's stash she kept in one of the drawers in the kitchen.

he sat on the porch steps, blowing a cloud of smoke into the cold air. a sleek black limo pulls up to the residence, a guild operative coming out of the front to open the door. sheila steps out, dressed in a black trenchcoat over her guild uniform. the sound of her heeled boots hit the concrete as she wishes the guild operative a good evening before turning her attention to gary.

her eyes widen at the sight of the cigarette nestled between his fingers, seeing the smoke pluming from it. "so you wanna tell me what happened tonight?" sheila sighed, taking a seat next to gary as she takes off her hat, flattening out the stray hairs that got messed up, "because i got a frantic text from the monarch saying you were leaving again."

gary groaned at the choice of words malcolm used, "he was using my phone to order take out and saw a text from a landlord asking when i wanted to tour an apartment."

sheila blinked in surprise at this new information, digesting it herself. no wonder malcolm was upset - he thought gary was abandoning them. "mind telling me why you were looking at apartments?"

gary paused, anxiety bubbling in his chest. if he expressed how he felt, would his worst fears be confirmed? he took a breath before looking over at sheila, "what am i to you guys? am i just another add on to you and the monarch's fun?"

sheila's hand reaches out to rest on gary's knee reassuringly, squeezing it firmly, "gary, where is this coming from? you're not just another person we swing with. i thought we made this very clear when we asked you to join our relationship."

gary sighs, his insecurities bubbling to the surface as he finally dumps all his emotions out there, "i don't know... i just feel my life has been all about you and the monarch and i don't hate it by any means.. but what if i lose my muscle as i get older? what if i stop being a good henchmen? then what good am i to you guys?"

sheila scoots closer to gary, "give me the cigarette, i need a smoke too." gary passes the stick over to her, watching as she takes a drag before blowing it away from gary's direction. "i know you think you're only around because you're useful to us but i speak for the both of us when i say that you're not just a number to us anymore. you're not just a henchman, you're our partner." sheila explains.

"but... i understand your concerns. you need a contingency plan just in case henching doesn't work out long term." sheila offers, "how about we start small? have you considered taking community college courses? i know you got your ged."

gary stares at sheila for a good minute before slapping his forehead, "god, of course. why didn't i think of that?' sheila gives a throaty chuckle, taking one last puff of the cigarette before passing it back to gary.

"you and the monarch both rush into action without a game plan, it's almost hilarious." sheila grins before pointing out, "i didn't know you smoked... never seen you pick up a cigarette in all these years."

"i only smoke when i'm super stressed about something." gary explains a hint of pink tinging his cheeks as he realized this was the first time sheila had seen him smoking. sheila leans over to press a kiss on gary's temple which ends up being poor timing as malcolm meanders out to the front in his robe, wondering where his wife is.

"pookums, where are you?" he whines before pausing at the sight, "you're supposed to be comforting me, not that traitor!"

gary winced at the choice of words and sheila smiled, rolling her eyes, "sweetie, calm down. gary's not leaving us, he's just had a lot on his mind that he wasn't sharing with us. we should all go inside to have a chat."

"fine.." malcolm mutters, still on the defense with his arms crossed.

his sharp eyes key into the cigarette in gary's fingers.

"you smoke too?!"

[mrsaguapapi]

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4

Chapter 5

Royal Introductions

Exhausted, I lay there, eyes closed, not wanting to move. I'm this close to dozing off before Marc leans in and kisses my neck, "You should use the bathroom before you fall asleep."

"No"

"You could get a UTI."

"Nothing magic can't fix" Without opening my eyes I wave my hand around like a wand, "Goodbye, UTI "

He quietly chuckles, "You're a comedian you know that?" He scoops me up and takes me to the bathroom, "Don't expect me to wipe for you" He drops me down and closes the door behind me.

Once I was done, I wash my hands and look in the mirror. My makeup is a hot ass mess; too embarrassed, I decided to take a shower to wash away my mess. I hear a small knock on the door.

"Come in" I reply

"Hey love, mind if we join?" by the happy tone of his voice it was Steven.

"Yes on one condition. Can you wash my hair" I ask

"I've literally always wanted to do this" He laughs. Steven sneaks in behind me and begins to shampoo my hair. He thoroughly massaged my scalp and ran soap from my roots to the end of my hair.

This is so comforting.

I don't allow many people to touch my hair. Honestly, Aunt May and Bucky were the only ones to wash my hair before this. May's gone and Bucky checked out.

Ughhh I don't want to see him tomorrow

Refocusing on my anxious thoughts, I realize Steven is unusually quiet, "What's on your mind hun"

Steven hesitates

I turn around and rest my arms around his neck and look him in the eyes, "You can tell me" I smile.

"I used to wash Layla's hair like this." he sadly responds, "I'm sorry, probably don't want to hear about our ex right after sex" he nervously laughs.

Leaning my head on his chest I sigh, "I'm hung up on my ex too; no need to protect my feelings hun, we all went into this agreement with no intentions of a relationship. Just a couple of broken people with needs" I joke. "But seriously you can talk about anything with me. When was the last time you spoke with her?"

"A few months. The last time we spoke, we fought. She said she hated us and left."

"I seriously doubt she means that. She was very upset and probably felt outnumbered by you 3. Want my advice?"

"Always"

"Reach out and ask to talk. Listen to her, don't interrupt, just let her get it out. Remember, Listen to understand not Respond. Marc and Jake, I'm talking to you."

"They say they resent that" he laughs. "Thank you, Millie"

"Of course"

We eventually get out, dry off, and head to bed. They fall asleep first and I lay there in their arms lost in thought.

I really do hope they fix it with Layla. I would be lying if I said I don't feel anything for them; It would be nice to end up with them but it could never work; they age, and I don't. How am I to have a normal life when I can't even grow old with someone? I refuse to let myself love someone ill have to eventually bury. I did try with Bucky though, I even looked into giving up my immortality for him.

Wasn't enough I guess

I push those thoughts out of my head for now and allow myself to sleep.

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The boys gift me a t-shirt and a pair of their favorite sweats as a replacement for the dress Jake ripped.

"Don't be a stranger, and reach out to Layla. Sooner rather than later okay?" with that, I give them a parting hug and kiss before I portal home.

Finally home I let out a long sigh and do a full-body stretch.

"Hey, you're home!" Peter yells before he runs to hug me, he looks down at my clothes and gives me a puzzled look, "what happened to your dress?

"Don't ask questions you don't really want the answer to."

He deadpans and walks backward, "You need church, a baptism, shit maybe an exorcism too"

I laugh, "What I need is a shower" The boys and I had an early morning; we fucked twice, 3 times if you count them eating me out before we got interrupted by their landlord.

I go take a quick shower and wash off last night/this morning's sex-scapades. Once again I do my makeup; nothing extravagant just something natural to highlight my features. After my face is done I check my hair and fix my edges.

I finally dress in my formal battle attire; a black leather high low tunic dress with gold accents as well as a white and gold shoulder cape I break out for special occasions like this. It's giving 'Game of Thrones meets Castlevania'. All jokes aside my uniform is interesting.

I found it tucked away in the Kamar Taj one day and when I touched it I felt strange. There was an old ancient energy about it so I decided to leave it there. But for a week straight I found it in places that it shouldn't be. One day I even buried it, and then the next day I woke up with it at the foot of my bed, dirt and all. I finally took it to Wong and he informed me that it was a magical relic and essentially chose me as its owner.

Reference:

Artwork by Me (Super rough drawing that I finished at 2am; just trying to give you a general idea) 

'The Regalia of Rowena'; the original owner was Rowena Hemlocke an infamous witch who tried to harness the sun's power. Legend says it almost worked, but she couldn't handle the heat and disintegrated in a matter of seconds; all that remained was her clothes. Some would say that's a red flag but my toxic trait is that it picked me, so obviously it's true love.

Hehe

Finally, all done, I look over myself and I honestly feel beautiful. Not sexy or hot, but beautiful; It feels really good. I grab my suitcase and meet peter in the living room. Peter is dressed in a simple black suit, his Spidey suit isn't necessarily formal.

"You have everything you need? All the essentials? All your chargers? Your suit just in case?"

"Yes, yes, yes & Yes. You look intense; like I am kind of intimidated by both your beauty and power. Is this a slay?"

"Yes, Peter this is a slay" I laugh hysterically "Come on let's go, can't leave a Queen waiting" I open a portal.

The Vibe: 

Otis Redding - Try A Little Tenderness

We step through and find ourselves outside of the Royal Palace. Immediately the royal staff took our bags to our rooms.

"This place is remarkable," Peter says in awe. "Just insane"

"I know right? You are gonna love Shuri's lab."

"Oh, I bet. I'm gonna walk around okay?"

"Okay, don't go far doors open any minute" Peter nods and walks away; I take a look around and see who else is here. No one I know, just a bunch of Wakandan leaders and noblemen. I think we are the only outsiders invited.

Spoke to Soon

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. I almost forgot he was coming. He's wearing black slacks and a dark blue sweater with a black coat over it. Doesn't sound like much, but Bucky is a simple man, I'm honestly surprised he's not in his signature leather jacket.

He cut his hair, It looks good

Staring and lost in thought I didn't notice him staring back. He sheepishly smiles at me, I quickly look away too embarrassed and sad. All the old unresolved emotions hit me like a car crash, I start to get anxious and nauseous. Around me, the air started to cool and the wind picked up rapidly;. the clouds begin to darken. The people around mutter in confusion; I can't breathe, I can't move, I can't speak.

Suddenly a comforting hand touches my shoulder. Shaking and on the verge of tears, I look and see who it was, Namor.

"Walker of Clouds indeed, I see you truly are a descendent of Ororo." He calmly speaks "Breathe." he pauses "It'll pass"

I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, after a few seconds everything around me slowly calms. It passed, I put my hand on my heart and breath for a few more beats, before I open my eyes. "Thank you" I softly say

So maybe I can control the weather...

He nods, "Are you okay Ki'ichpan (beautiful girl)?"

"I'm getting there." I chuckle. Namor was wearing his normal royal jewelry in addition to golden shoulder plates, kind of like armor; attached were red and white robes that flowed nicely in the wind. "I didn't think you would come. Also, we gotta talk about this 'Ki'ichpan' business. Can't keep casually calling me beautiful in all of our conversations"

"I almost didn't. My people advised against me being here but if we are to work with the Wakandans, it must be done. If anything happens my people are near." he leans into my ear, "I will call you beautiful because you are." The hand he has on my shoulder sneaks down to my lower back. "This is a lovely dress you're wearing. You look very," he pauses, "commanding"

Nervously I laugh, "You are one hell of a sweet talker," I look him dead in the eye, "Flattery will get you nowhere."

He deviously smiles.

I think he took that as a challenge.

Before he responds Peter returns, "uhhh" Peter looks at Namor's hand placement "Everything good here?"

"Yes, Peter everything is fine, just talking to a friend."

Without even acknowledging Peter, he looks at me, "Is this your Twin Flame Ki'ichpan?" he asks with a hint of frustration.

Is he angry?

"Ew" Peter and I say in tandem.

"This is my brother, Peter. Peter this King Namor ruler of..." I look at Namor for Help

Namor hesitates to respond, "Peter can keep a secret as easily as breathing air. You can trust him. All of us here are allies, you have my word" I assure

"Talokan. Ruler of Talokan" Namor Responds

"Well, it's great to meet you Namo- Mr. Namor sir. I mean King" Peter fumbles

"Namor is fine" he smiles

Before we could continue with introductions the doors to the palace open and we all file in, one by one. As we walk through, the announcers introduce us one by one. He gets to Namor,

"Introducing for the first time ever, King Namor ruler of Underwater Kingdom Talokan" Namor Bows and Walks away.

"UNDERWATER?" Peter whispered and yelled.

"So amazing," I say in awe

It was our turn to be announced, "Welcome Millaenyia Parker, primordial earth witch, master of the elements, And her brother Peter Parker, Spiderman, protector of New York " he pauses "One of the many heroes of the Batlle of Earth"

Peter and I bow and continue forward.

"They remember me?" Peter whispers

"Unfortunately no, but did you think I'd let them announce you as just a plus one" I reply

"Thank you" he smiles

"Of course" I respond

"Alrighty let's get through the night without embarrassing ourselves," Peter says

"No Promises" I nervously smile

Let the show begin 

[gayelectro]

Yesterday was just so nice.

It's the little things. The plan had been to get up early, like 9, but that didn't happen. But we still got up at 11 (which is still early for us on our days off, honestly).

We managed to go grocery shopping at Costco and stocked up on a bunch of food that we needed. The roads were so calm, which was nice because driving usually gives me so much residual anxiety. Wifey suggested that the holiday rush is finally over, which is great. Also meant less lines at checkout, which also usually make me freak out. I'm not good with all the bustling and noise.

Then we grabbed crickets for Estella (our old leopard gecko who just moved back in with us in December) and we went and stocked up on burgers. My wife likes it when we go buy 10+ cheeseburgers at a time and eat them throughout the week and seeing her get so happy about that just makes my day. Plus I love having plenty of ready to go meaty food. It's hard for me to get enough meat in me if it's not a burger or fish these days!

Then she got nice pictures of me with my huge Dunsparce plush. I'll get to post those later. She mentioned when he came in that we should make sure to get lots of pictures of him new, because I'll probably love him into a different form with time. And with my track record, I know she's absolutely right.

And then we just watched a lot of stuff on Netflix. Our landlords pay for it, but we don't make much use of it. It takes a lot for us to watch new things!

First was the first episode of the English dub of Dungeon Menshi/Delicious in Dungeon. We both went into this completely blind! I never even knew the translated name of this manga, so we were both pleasantly surprised to learn that this is a cooking anime! The only thing I knew going in was Vague Fantasy Setting and the dwarf gets panty shots. We both really loved the first episode and are excited for more to come out.

Second was Pokémon Concierge and holy fuck. This show was soooooo cute. It's hard not to just lose your shit the entire runtime because it is so precious. We adored this. It works fantastically as a tiny mini-series, so we're not upset at the length, but we do still hope that more gets made because it is just SO charming.

Then I showed her Puss in Boots: The Last Wish! I had already seen this wonderful movie thanks to my best friend, but my wife hadn't seen it yet. It was great watching it again and seeing her react to things for the first time. Plus she kept double checking Shrek lore with me, which tickled me, because she knew I'd know the answers to her questions.

Basically, it was such a simple day but everything just felt so blissful. Joyful, easy, happy. Life is good.

[theundeadphoenix]

Royal Chaos Chapter 1

Imani dropped the heavy brown moving box onto the table and slumped into the nearest seat.

Imani: Finally! Done unpacking!

[She slumped down in the chair as her boyfriend, Roller walked in and sat no the couch by her]

Roller: Hey the landlord is downstairs. She wants to meet everyone.

[Imani, Roller, and his sister Shania walk down to the common room together to greet the landlord]   

Roller: Hello I'm Roller. This is my little sister, Shania and my girlfriend, Imani. Thank you so much for having us.

Landlord: Oh no problem! I'm “”. The rules are simple. Keep the place clean and keep the sound down. That all.

Roller: Great!

[After some time the landlord decides to leave and the other neighbors/friends arrive]

Adonis/Kailey/Lamont: Hey!

Kailey: Welcome guys! I'm so happy y’all could move in!

Shaina: Yeah thanks for telling us about he opening. It’ll be amazing living closer to each other.

Kailey: I know! Finally we can all be in one location again after all these years. The old apartments were nice but here is way better!

Shaina: We’ve been looking forward to this for years!

Lamont: Hey, Imani how’s the shop going? Need any help setting up before the grand opening tomorrow?

Imani: No I’m good just some minor things left to do.

Lamont: Alright! just let us know.

Kailey/Adonis: Us to.

[After some catching up Imani leaves and makes her way to her boutique]

Sister Dominique: [walks in shop door] “Good day Imani! Well isn’t this a lovely little shop.” [Sister Dominique looked around Imani’s place of work at the boutique.] [She was flocked by Sister Blossom.]

Imani: “Hey sister Dominique and sister Blossom. You say that every time you come. How are y’all today?” [Imani grimaced ]

Sister Dominique: “I know I’m going to see you at the Sunday service Sunday right?” [Sister Dominique stared broodingly.]

[Imani hesitated and Miss Dominique frowned]

Imani: “I'm not sure about that I'm still setting up the new shop as you can see and…”

Sister Blossom: “You know there’s going to be a surprise announcement in two days. I hear its gong to be huge.”

Imani: Announcement? I didn’t know that. Who is it coming from?

[Miss Dominique looked upset]

Miss Dominique: You would know if you would come to the weekly meetings. Sister Blossom and I will be in charge of the refreshments.

Imani: Sister Dominique you know I’m just super busy these days to attend the afternoon church sessions. The boutique opens up tomorrow!

[Imani couldn't hide the smile on her face.]

Sister blossom: Are you sure you should be opening up tomorrow looks like there’s much to do.

Imani: Yes, everything is practically finished.

[The church sisters gave each other a look]

Imani: Sorry Sisters I have to go but yes I’ll be there.

[Imani says her goodbyes and the ladies take their leave]

[Imani is setting up the new shop and Kailey shows up]

Kailey: I heard the church sisters here earlier. What did they want?

Imani: The usual. I need to be at the afternoon church sessions and they also mentioned some announcement next week.

Kailey: An announcement? I didn’t hear about that.

Imani: Apparently it came up last week. I guess I have to go now.

Kailey: Well good luck girl. I know how those meetings go.

[They go home and tell about the meeting]

[The next day is the shop grand opening. The whole crew got there early in the morning to prepare the ice cream and last minute tweaks. Everything goes off with out a hitch and business is already booming! ]

[Setting: Church]

[The Royal Limo Pulls up and the King and Queen exit.]

Pastor: Before we depart for the day we have a special announcement to be made by some very important guest! Please stand for King and Queen Gallegos!

[round of applause]

King Gallegos: Good morning lovely patrons of Hope Church. It is an honor to be here today with the privilege of making this big announcement today. The crown prince is looking for a wife. There is to be a contest held for his hand in marriage! Please sign up online for a chance to participate. Applications are due online in two days! Thank you!

[They royals exit the church]

[Back home all of the girls are huddled around the computer with the guys in the background]

Shaina: AHHHHHHHH I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING! IM GONNA BE THE ROYAL WIFE!

Kailey: Shaina calm down its not that big of a deal. It's probably all a publicity stunt. You shouldn't get your hopes up. I've head a few rumors about the royal family.

Shaina: Well let it be a stunt. I’m gonna be rich one way or another. Are y’all gonna apply?

Imani: I don’t think I have a choice. Sister D would kill me if I didn’t.

Kailey: What’s up with those ladies anyways. They always up you butt about stuff.

Imani: They just friends with my mama so they think they entitled to my life. [Imani rolls her eyes]

Kailey: Oh, well I’ll apply just for fun. [She shrugged]

Shaina: Lets do it then! No need to wait!

Lamont: Roller you ok with this? I'm not! Kailey you my girl not the princes’!

[Roller just shook his head]

Kailey: Oh stop Lamont! It just for fun.

[Lamont blew air and sat down]

[The girls all enter they’re applications to the Royal contest]

[The royal family has just sat down for dinner]

Queen Lyla: Son I know this is a big event but its time you marry.

Prince Amir: Mother I can find a wife on my very own. I'm a man I do not need my mother aiding me in my marital affairs.

Queen Lyla: You will participate in this event. You have spoken these words for years and still no wife. I shall fix this myself!

[Amir huffs and stomps out of the room like a child. Princess Serenity eats in silence]

[Lyla turns to her husband King Bradford Gallegos]

[A maid walks by trips and spills wine]

Servant: Im so sorry My queen! I will clean this up now!

Queen Lyla: You better! [She seethed as she turned to the king]

Queen Lyla: Bradford you must put some sense into our son. He must marry!

King Bradford: The boy is just a a boy. He shall come around soon enough. He’s a smart lad. Trust me I see great things coming our way through this contest.

[Dinner ends and the king and queen go to their rooms to prepare for bed.]

Queen Lyla: Dinner was awful! And that servant! She spilled my wine!

King Bradford: Honey It was just some wine. Please calm down.

Queen Lyla: No! There is too much at stake! The prince must step up!

King Bradford: I need a glass of water. [He whispers]

[The queen continues to yell as Bradford slips out the room]

[King Bradford goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water and runs into the maid from dinner]

King Bradford: Please excuse the queen. You did not deserve that.

Servant: it is fine my king. The queen is stressed.

King Bradford: [he chuckled] Maribel, she’s always stressed.

[Maribel also chuckled]

Check out my page for more! Stay Tuned for chapter 2!

[misscaptainamericana]

cardigan - colin shea x plus size reader

word count: 2111

content warning: douchebag guy who fat shames reader, internalized fat phobia, slut shaming, drinking beer, safe sex, oral female receiving, inexperienced reader-ish, allusions to p in v sex

You moved into your apartment complex a little over eight months ago. Pretty early on you decided that you and your neighbor across the hall wouldn’t get along. Every morning when you went to work he would open the door for his morning paper in his underwear or nothing at all. However about seven months in that changed he struck you up at the mailbox with an arrangement. You would let him use your apartment to hide out from his many one night stands and he would not rat you out for breaking the pet policy by adopting a kitten. In your defense, someone had just left the poor thing in an alleyway and it was pouring rain. You couldn’t just leave him out there. You brought him inside, gave him a can of tuna, and a blanket to warm up but by the morning he was sleeping on the edge of your bed in a little ball. From that point on he was your cat and you had named him Milo. You had taken the day off setting up your apartment to best suit Milo and hopefully hide him if your landlord needed to go into your apartment.

It was a little difficult to explain to some of your own dates why there was a sleeping man on your couch but it isn’t like you really liked the bulk of them anyways. However this date you were truly excited for. The two of you had been texting each other for the last two months before he was finally back in town and you met up for dinner. You had thought that the date went great however when he walked you to your car the illusion shattered. He told you that he had a good time but you were bigger than you were in your photos and he didn’t want this to continue.

You were devastated. You had tried to keep it together but as soon as you reached the freeway you started crying. You cried the entire way home, to the elevator, and through your door. You were mortified to see Colin sitting on your couch playing guitar.

“God, what are you doing here?!” You asked through your tears and Colin quickly looked over at you.

“Uh, the girl I brought home is a snorer and are you okay? Are you crying?”

“Yes, I'm crying. And I really don’t want to talk about it!” You said with a sigh kicking off your shoes and throwing your purse on the ground.

“Is there anything I can do? I could order us-“

“No, Colin… I just really want to go to bed.”

You scoffed with annoyance as he jogged in front of you and stopped you halfway to your bedroom.

“Please Colin…”

He rested his hands on your shoulders, “Was he a creep? Did he not look like his pictures? What happened?”

You sadly shrugged, “He said I looked fatter in real life than I did in person.”

“I’ll fucking kick his-“

“Colin, it’s fine…I’m just-I really want to go to bed.”

“No, you were so excited for tonight… Let’s not let this end so badly. How about we order a pizza? I’ll go get the beer and ice cream from my apartment. We still have that cookie dough that you really like.” You were still pouting, trying to stop crying, looking up at him causing him to sigh. “Get out of the dress, not in a naughty way. Just get some pajamas on and I’ll be right back. Okay?” He kissed the top of your head before jogging out of your apartment.

It wasn’t until about an hour and a half later that you had actually started to feel better. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or Colin’s company. You put your empty beer bottle on the table as Colin continued to roast the dating profile of the awful guy you just went on a date with.

“Him?! Really?! He’s why you’re upset?”

“He was nice! He was different! He actually got to know me, you know? It wasn’t just a match and a hook up. I wasn’t being fetishized or just a quick option to fuck because I was the only one that would answer their phone. It was nice to be appreciated and not just tossed around like a used sock like most guys do.”

“A used sock?! When you say it like that it sounds fucking disgusting!”

“Because it is disgusting! It’s gross to be with a lot of people and when you’re trying to seriously date someone and you have to tell them your number there’s a lot of shame with it.”

“Why would there be shame?”

“I just, that’s a lot of people! Think about your body count. You sleep with a new woman basically every night and the odds of that can't be safe. If you put all those women in one room and asked them their sexual history and health the results would be staggering and by that math you have to have something.”

“Easy, sweetheart. Protection exists, this isn’t the renaissance era.” He said pointing your own phone at you before setting it on the table.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What? Sweetheart?” He studied your face as you tried to hide your smile, “Ah, you like the name sweetheart. That is adorable!”

“It’s not adorable!”

“C'mon, sweetheart, who told you a high body count was a bad thing?”

“Society? There’s just a different standard for women.”

“What if we were meant to be neighbors so we could find each other? So we could meet and get together.” “That’s one hell of a what-if, Colin..”

“Tell me you haven’t thought about it. Thought about us.”

You couldn’t tell him because it would be a flat out lie to say the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. All the times you’d woken up to him just in his underwear playing guitar on your couch or making you breakfast before work.

He smiled at you, “You are more than a number or an object. You are more than whatever society has tried to mold you into. You are Y/N and you are goddamn incredible.”

“Thank you for saying that…”

“I’m not just saying it, I mean it. I’ve been trying to show you for months.”

You shrugged, “I thought it was just because you’ll sleep with anyone, or maybe it was a fetish, or even worse it was a joke… I don’t know.”

He shook his head with a laugh, “Are you kidding, Y/N? I don’t even have a date in my apartment half of the times I come over to hang out with you.”

“You mean that?” You asked with a small lip quiver.

“I mean that more than anything. You’re my favorite person in the world.”

With that single sentence your heart skipped a beat and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into him. He cupped your face in his hands bringing you over to kiss him. His hand moved up your baggy sweatshirt, massaging your hip gently as he pulled you onto his lap. The make out session on the couch had rid you both of your shirts. The walk to the bed was a little more complicated with you both stumbling out of your pants. As you laid back on the bed, he hovered over you and his lips moved from yours, down your neck, and started to move down your torso. The longer he spent focusing on your body the more anxious you got. He was truly taking his time delicately touching and fondling your warm flesh as his lips followed suit. All you could think about is how much of you he was truly seeing and feeling. How much of yourself you wanted to hide and how badly you wanted to hide under the covers so he wouldn’t see you the way you saw yourself. You weren’t sure why this made you so embarrassed but you finally found the courage to speak up, “Colin, can we please hurry this up?”

“Why? You have somewhere to be Cinderella?” He asked before placing more kisses by your belly button.

“I just want to get to the sex part so we can just finish and I can cover up…”

“No, no, no, I’ve waited long enough to worship this body… just relax, sweetheart. You’re safe with me. Here, take my hands.” You slowly reached down for his hands and he interlocked your fingers. “I got you, sweetheart. I promise.” You gave him a small nod of consent before resting back against the pillows on your bed. As his lips moved from the side of your stomach and down your thighs you didn’t realize you were holding your breath until his tongue delicately slid between your folds. The gasp you let out was louder than you intended and you felt embarrassed as he looked up at you, “Are you okay?”

You swallowed hard, nodding quickly, “I am sorry, I just wasn’t ready for that.”

“No one has ever-”

“No.”

A smirk spread across his face, “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

You weren’t sure how long he laid between your legs eating you out but by the time he was done your legs were shaking

He kissed your hands before letting go of them and crawling up to hover above you, “You sound so gorgeous when you cum.”

“Th-thank you.” You stuttered out still trying to catch your breath, smiling as his lips met your forehead. He sat back up and took his boxers off before digging the condom he had out of his sweatpants.

He didn’t hold out for as long as he wanted to but each whimper from you against his neck pushed him closer and closer to the edge. As he came, he rested his head next to yours before mumbling, “Fuck, Y/N. That was incredible.” You turned your head to the side and kissed his cheek before he rolled off of you. You were laying side by side completely lost in the afterglow, just staring at each other and taking the other in.

Colin was the first to break the silence with a small smile, “We should’ve done that months ago.” He told you before reaching over with his right hand and softly rubbing your stomach.

You nodded with a smile as you steadied your breath before speaking again, “Maybe we should have.”

“You okay?”

“More than okay…Just thinking.”

“About?”

“Are you going to dip out of me in the morning too?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it. I am here until you kick me the fuck out.” He said with a big smile as he leaned over to quickly kiss you once more before resting back down.

“I was just worried because you have a girl in your apartment and we just did this… Where would you go?”

He rolled his eyes with a smile, “There’s no one in my apartment…I just wanted to know how your date went.”

“I can’t believe you!” You said with a laugh lightly slapping his chest.

“I’m sorry! I just…I didn’t know how else to get here. I think we traumatized Milo though.”

That caused you to laugh before you cuddled up against Colin looking out into the living to see Milo resting on the couch staring at the two of you. “We must have. We’ll find out how traumatized he is in the morning if he decides to eat or not.” You told him before letting out a yawn, patting his chest and closing your eyes.

The next morning you tried to roll over out of bed but his arms were wrapped around you.

“Mm, where are you going?” His groggy voice called out to you causing you to lay back down next to him.

“I was going to use the bathroom and brush my teeth.”

“Nuh-uh , kiss tax to get out of the arms of the Shea.”

“You are such a dork.”

“A dork that you slept with last night.”

You rolled your eyes as he pulled you in closer to him. Your hand rested on his cheek and your thumb rubbed the apple of his cheek that was prominent due to his smug smile, “So what happens now?”

“What happens now is I make the beautiful woman in front of me breakfast.”

“I mean what do we do with ourselves? Is this casual? Is it serious? What is it?”

“This is whatever you want it to be but I will be more than happy to call you my girlfriend.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah! A thousand percent…However, we should look into a bigger apartment that actually allows cats.”

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 11]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, dom!seungcheol, daddy kink, fingering, oral(fem receiving), overstimulation, a little angst/mentions of theft, but some soft lovin for the masses after the last chapter 😭😭💕, also i think this goes without saying but just in case! There won’t be any Cherry Bomb chapters going up while Monster Mash is happening(same for the drabble game)! So this is our last chapter until Nov 6th!🥺 HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND!!!🍒 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - ?

“Well… Welcome home.”

Seungcheol shoots you a small smile from behind as he watches you trudge past him towards the bed. He toes his shoes off quietly before setting your things down by the sofa, a soft sigh on his lips.

“Seungcheol, are you really sure about this? Really, I can just get a hotel...”

He sits with you on the bed; arm draped around your shoulder as he tucks you into his side. “We’re really going to need to figure things out pretty quickly but… yes. I’m sure. I mean, even if it’s just temporarily until you can find a safer place to live in. Which, by the way, can we talk about that? If you’re okay with it.”

Biting your lip, you slightly pull away as you peer up at Seungcheol. He takes note of your puffy, red eyes; a frown of his own painted on his face. He could hear your sniffles the entire ride back home but he decided to not say anything, in fear of exacerbating the situation.

“I---It happened a couple months ago. Do you remember that week I was doing a stream per day as a thank you gift for my subscribers? Well, I stepped out one afternoon to run some errands and---and when I came back, the door was just ...ajar. But also, nothing was really missing? Just a few things here and there I knew I wouldn’t miss and my filming camera. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but the cops came by to take a statement anyway...”

“Didn't you stream that night though?”

You nod shamefully, “I know I shouldn’t have, but I figured since nothing stolen was really irreplaceable. And I had a spare camera I ended up using so I thought it’d be okay.”

The two of you sigh in unison, settling into the quietness of Seungcheol, and now, your apartment. “Well, I’m glad you’re safe. That’s the most important thing, right?”

“Yeah, and I’ll help with the bills and stuff, ‘Cheol! We’ll go halfsies on it, okay? I’ll pull my weight around here.”

You shoot him a shy smile as you wrap your arms around one of his. “Maybe I should take up Jeongguk with that collab stream idea…”

“Speaking of…”

‘Hey, it’s late but I need a favour when you’re free.’

Jeon 🥴: wussup u kno im always awake

‘Are you up for a trade?’

Jeon 🥴: why do u sound like jigsaw 😭😭

Jeon 🥴: also it depends

‘You help me move all of Cherry’s things to my apartment and she agrees to do a livestream with you.’

Jeon 🥴: the--

Jeon 🥴: just tell me when and where baby i got u

Sunday morning is a whirlwind of phone calls and favour-chains, big boxes and Jeongguk knocking early in the morning when he finally shows up.

“I’m ready to go whenever! Seokjin-hyung’s pretty upset he has to take my early shift but I promised him that I’d take his night shift and swore to never mention the time he broke the hot dog machine to Namjoon.”

Seungcheol turns to you, “So, I called the police department and asked if there were any updates and what we can do. All they could really tell me is that we’re free to go back to the apartment since they replaced the door and that they’ve already taken as many fingerprints as they can, so we can go get your things.” He pauses, “We probably shouldn’t try to take everything so quickly so we should go in and get your essential things and then just go back to grab the others later on, if that’s okay?”

You nod in response, making sure you have your things before the three of you head out. “My landlord texted me and told me to tell her when we get there so she can give me the new key.”

Jeongguk pops the gum in his mouth, heavy boots resounding through the apartment as he makes his way to the door.

“Let’s go get some shit!”

“So can we discuss the deal we got going on here?” Jeongguk bounces with giddiness from Seungcheol’s backseat, unable to sit still at the thought.

“Well, we can do two streams.” You take a second to turn around from the front seat, eyes locking onto Jeongguk who immediately leans in towards your face. “One on yours and one on mine. We’ll split whatever money we make and call it a day?”

“Wait a second, two streams? Why would he be on yours?” Seungcheol narrows his eyes at the road in front of him; knuckles tightening around the steering wheel.

He wasn’t even properly in a live cam and now Jeongguk was going to be?

“Oh, I don’t think Seungcheol-hyung would like it very much. Although I will say, my stroke game is preeeeetty good.”

“No, you idiots, not like that!” Seungcheol snorts from the driver’s seat just as you roll your eyes. “On ‘Guk’s channel, we’ll just game. That’s it. Keep it PG, y’know? But on mine… We’ll still game, just… with some added bonuses. I’ve already thought it out, okay? Just trust me. We can do it on Friday night and Saturday night respectively, so we don’t kill our schedules too much.”

The two males nod in return as you turn back around to face forward. “Which, by the way, thank you Jeongguk for agreeing to come and bring the heavy stuff with us. I really appreciate it!”

Jeongguk smiles, although you can’t see it. “Hey, it’s no problem! And anyway, I already might’ve told my viewers that I’d be having a special guest soon so...” He trails off sheepishly; a pale pink blush on his cheeks.

“Wow, well, I guess if there’s anything we should be thankful for… At least they didn’t take the sybian.”

“Ugh, hyung, it’s probably because they couldn’t tell what it was. And they probably didn’t take a lot of the sex toys because they were probably freaked out.”

Jeongguk’s voice gets quieter and quieter as he exits the apartment that you and Seungcheol were still in.

“What’s the damage, baby?”

You sigh as you sit down on the bed, rummaging through a box of personal items. “It seems like they made more of a mess trying to find anything of worth, to be honest. Most of the things taken were gifts and some of my toys but the ones that were still in their packages. Some of my camera and lighting equipment also got taken…  Same goes for some of the lingerie sets you got me that were still in their packaging… ‘m sorry, ‘Cheol.” You pout up at him as he chuckles.

Seungcheol stands in front of you, tilting your head up to meet his warm eyes. “That’s literally fine. You can always get more of those things anyway.”

He kisses you gently on the forehead; fingertips threaded through your hair. “Hey, if you’re still doing a show on Wednesday, I’ve got an idea.” Seungcheol offers.

“You? Have an idea?” You raise a brow at him, unsure whether or not to believe him. But before either of you can speak, Jeongguk comes back, boots stomping loudly on the hardwood.

“Let’s talk about this another time, when we’re alone.”

The two of you take the next couple of days in stride as you settle into your new place; whether it was temporarily or permanently for you.

Seungcheol continues his normal work routine and to some degree, you find yourself even more bored without him. For a while, you contemplate getting a part time job, at least to make up some extra money for rent and so that you weren’t always at home alone. 

“Hey, I’m back!”

Ah, perfect timing.

You meet Seungcheol at the door, already dressed in one of his shirts. “‘Cheollie~ Welcome home!”

“Have a fun day without me?” He asks, shucking off his jacket and shoes before making his way to the sofa.

“Errr, well, I had some thoughts… and some questions.”

“Okay, shoot.”

You sit across from him, eyes blinking in unsureness as he stares at you. “Well… I was thinking… about maybe getting a part time job? I know we kinda made a lot with the last videos but, it’d help me not be so bored when you’re gone and hey, extra money is always good, right? I can replace all the stuff that got stolen too.” Seungcheol nods in thought, “Maybe you can find a place that’ll give you early shifts so I can just swing by and get you after work. I’d say come work at the roller rink but I don’t think that’d be the smartest idea...”

“I’ll find a place! I was going through the job listings earlier and there were some promising places~” A weight feels lifted from your shoulders as you smile back at Seungcheol; glad that he seemed to be willing to work with you and what you wanted. “Oh and… about the show tonight? What was your idea? We totally forgot about it.”

Seungcheol laughs breathily, running a hand through his hair as he gets up from the sofa to head towards the kitchen.

“Let’s let it be a surprise. C’mon, I wanna try a new recipe from our cookbooks.”

You set up the cameras as per Seungcheol’s request, checking the viewfinder. “Are you sure about this, ‘Cheol? You don’t have to be on cam with me if you don’t want to…”

Seungcheol chuckles as he tugs his shirt off, leaving his sweats on as he gets onto the bed with you. He checks the viewfinder with you, making sure the angle cuts off right at his collarbones. “I’m sure, and as long as the cameras don’t shift, we should be fine. I wanted to try this.”

The unknown factor scares you a little bit, but you trust Seungcheol enough to know that he knows what he’s doing.

“Now, c’mere.” He gestures to you as you tilt your head at him. “But there’s still, like, 12 minutes until we need to start…”

“Yeah, but we’re doing things my way tonight, right, sweetheart?”

Nodding slowly, you crawl on your knees towards Seungcheol, stopping right in front of him as he leans in to give you a chaste kiss. You smile into it, melting under his touch before he pulls away. 

“Turn around for me, baby.” 

The mood shifts quickly when he slips into character and you can feel your heart racing in your chest when his arms wrap around your midsection. He tugs you towards himself until your back meets his warm naked chest.

“Daddy just wants to make you feel good, princess. Don’t you want that?”

The warmth blooms inside your chest at Seungcheol’s soft voice, “Mmhmm…”

You check the viewfinder to see half of your face cut off and Seungcheol’s head out of frame. His arms are wrapped firmly around your midsection before his hands start to roam your lingerie-clad body. “My babygirl’s had such a rough week. I think she deserves to be treated like a princess tonight.” You gulp as Seungcheol whispers into your hair; a content sigh on your lips when he cups your breasts in his palms.

“Let me make you feel good, okay?”

You lean your head up against his shoulder as his fingertips continue to roam; letting him take the reins.

He slides your bra straps down your shoulders gently, kissing the skin before he slides the material from you. His hands find their way back to your breasts, squeezing them in his hands as you mewl. “S--Seungcheol…”

His eyes flit to the clock on the wall. “Looks like it’s time, sweetheart.”

Nodding, you lean away from his touch for a second as you click the red button on your laptop screen that indicates you were live. It gives a countdown of three seconds just as you situate yourself back in Seungcheol’s lap.

gentleman_josh95: whoa what

universe_WZ: yo wait

angelhan: ????

kitty_junjun has donated $69

kitty_junjun: for my favorite couple

“H--Hi guys…” You whimper; lips falling into a silent moan when Seungcheol pinches your nipples between his fingers. “I--I, um, a-ah, daddy wanted to s-start early so…”

sleepy_wonu: ….interesting

sleepy_wonu has donated $50

therealchan99: btw u didnt have a show on sat! everything okay?

“Ah, ye---yeah, just, some stuff came u-up, is all. Sorry!” You shoot the camera a sheepish smile, hoping that nobody else presses for more.

Seungcheol notices the way you tense up in his hold as he kisses the crown of your head.

“Daddy’s taking care of it now, isn’t that right, babygirl?” The comments and donations flood the screen as Seungcheol talks; questions of who he was and comments about the previous videos still lingering in your viewers minds as they continue to praise the two of you.

He takes your distraction as an opportunity to ghost his hands down your torso until they flit along the edge of the waistband of your panties.

“Spread your legs a little more, baby. Let them see how wet your panties are getting.”

sleepy_wonu: seems like daddy dom.cheol finally got his hands on you huh lol

sleepy_wonu: somehow i knew you’d make a good pair.

tangerine_kwan: the--------------

hoshi_tiger_xx: wait how r u sure

chwenon: actually.... 🥴🥴🥴

sleepy_wonu: i mean, do u see him in here? Isnt it weird he hasnt donated yet?

alphagyu97: goddamn he rly went from private show to actual fucking?

alphagyu97: … living his best life, i cant even complain

For a second, you want to respond, but you let the comments go on to see what else they had to say before chiming in.

A blush blooms on your cheeks when Seungcheol ghosts his fingers over your panties; hips rising off of the bed when he presses into the growing wet patch on the material. He chuckles lightly as he, too, reads over the comments.

“Guess we’re caught, huh?” You can’t help but giggle at Seungcheol’s lighthearted approach to them finding out; glad that he seemed to be okay with it.

chwenon: bruh he said stroke game on ✨x-games✨

xcaliburDK: wait so r u guys gonna be on cam together regularly now?

artist8hao: damn, shouldve known he was packin

“Erm… we--well, not necessarily! He’ll, maybe, join me for some here and, mmh,  there but… but that’s it for, ah, n-now..”

Seungcheol drags his fingers up and down your folds through your panties as the material starts to stick to you like a second skin. He noticed you’d hit your show minimum where you usually liked to really start your show, moments prior.

“But for today, I thought I’d take it slow with our babygirl. Let her feel nice and good after her long week.” He checks the viewfinder one more time to make sure everything’s okay before he drags his fingers back to the waistband of your panties as he starts to push them down. “Help me get these off of you, sweetheart.”

You replace his hands with yours as you shimmy the soaked material down your legs until you can kick them off.

Spreading your legs, you make sure you’re directly in the camera’s views as Seungcheol brings his fingertips down to your soaking cunt. “Look at her. I’ve only been touching her for a little while and she’s already so fuckin’ wet for me.”

tangerine_kwan: fuck, give her what she wants

artist8hao: sink those fingers into her tight pussy just like what she likes

Seungcheol drags his fingers through your wet folds teasingly slow as you whine. “M-more… daddy…” He hums in response, middle finger on your clit as he rubs slow circles. Your eyes slide close at his gentle touch, body filled with warmth as you rest against him. You even momentarily forget that the two of you were being watched live; if not for the sounds of donations and comments pouring out of your speakers.

“Babygirl, don’t you have an announcement for your viewers?” He grins against your hair just as he runs his fingers through your wetness again; this time, positioning two fingers at your entrance as he slowly sinks them into you.

He starts a slow pace as he pumps them inside of your warm walls, curling and scissoring them as you clench around the digits.

“A-ah, y--yeah, this Friday I--I’m doing a collab stream on--on, ngh, G-Golden Closet Gaming and, fuh--fuck, on Saturday we’ll be doing a collab stream on, hah, my ch--channel!”

xcaliburDK: wait u kno gcg too?

therealchan99: threesome?

angelhan: wow this channel is growing so fast

“N-no, ah, d-daddy wouldn’t like that very m-much but, mmh, it’s---it’s for a good reason! I promise~!” You let out a choked sob just as Seungcheol starts thrusting his fingers faster; heels digging into the sheets as your legs threaten to clamp shut.

“Ah, ah, ah, keep your legs spread, baby. They have to see your pretty ‘lil cunt stretched wide around my fingers.” He kisses your hair once more before he ever so slowly adds a third finger, pumping them into you slowly. Your nails dig into his thighs at the fullness you feel, hips bucking up as you meet his fingers.

“O-oh my god, ‘m suh--so full!” You whimper, eyes clamped shut.

You already feel yourself close to an orgasm as your thighs start to shake. Seungcheol takes notice of the way your pussy gets tighter around his fingers and the way your breath becomes more stuttered as he curls his fingers inside of you.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Get my fingers nice and wet.” Seungcheol coos.

“D---daddy!”

The donations and comments flood the screen with words of praise as your orgasm washes over you; back bowing away from Seungcheol as your body locks up in his lap. He places the pad of his thumb on your clit as he starts rubbing circles on the swollen nub, laughing lightly when your thighs clamp shut around his arm.

universe_WZ: so fuckin pretty when she cums

alphagyu97: a sweet babygirl getting what she deserves

Small cries fall off your lips as the oversensitivity starts to bite and you bring your hand to Seungcheol’s forearm as you whine and try to push his hand away. “Mmh… ‘m sensitive now…”

He nods gently as he slowly eases his fingers out of your soaking pussy. “Spread your legs.” 

You shakily follow his orders as you catch your breath; shaky legs parting for the camera to see. Seungcheol brings his wet fingers to your lips as you start to lick and clean them of your wetness.

kitty_junjun: fuck and she’s such a good girl too

universe_WZ: a good babygirl who knows how to clean up her messes huh

Seungcheol clears his throat, adrenaline rushing through his veins, “I want you to cum one more time for me, baby. Think you can?” You blink sleepily at the camera, foggy eyes already noticing you’d somehow made twice as much in this show despite Seungcheol not being any of the donators.

“I---I think so, daddy…”

He nods, gulping as he slowly starts to move from behind you. “Good, because you’re gonna cum on my tongue for everyone now.”

Arousal pools in you at Seungcheol’s words and you shoot him a panicked look when he gets up from the bed. He smiles at you softly, rounding the bed and entering the camera’s view with the back of his head showing.

“Lean up against the pillows, sweetheart. Let them see your cute face when you’re cumming on daddy’s tongue.”

angelhan: blue hair huh

sleepy_wonu: lol tryna keep tabs so u kno who to look for?

alphagyu97: maybe

therealchan99: yes but no

Seungcheol takes a deep breath before he lays on his stomach between your legs, hands on your thighs as he places them over his shoulders. He’s slightly nervous; if only because he’s worried he might accidentally show his face. But he steels himself, smiling up at you once before he leans in, tongue already flicking at your sensitive clit before you can even properly get situated.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Your hands immediately tangle into Seungcheol’s hair as you throw your head back against the pillows.

This time, he doesn’t start slow; his plump lips around your clit as he sucks hard. “D--Daddy, please!” You whine as you dig your heels into his back and Seungcheol is quick to laugh against your skin. He kisses your clit; smirking when you jolt under his touch.

“What’s wrong, baby? Too much? Do you want me to stop?” He lets you catch your breath as you slowly bring your head down to look at him; bleary eyes focused on his wet lips and twinkling eyes.

“N-no… jus’ wanna c-cum again…’m really close already ‘cause ‘m sensitive...”

Seungcheol hums, leaning in closer as he drags his tongue from your clit to your entrance, slightly dipping his tongue in as you moan above him. He repeats this process a few times, teasing you as you whine and squirm.

xcaliburDK: goddamn her expressions are so cute

chwenon: she rly does look good like this

hoshi_tiger_xx: better than her toys

universe_WZ has donated $100

angelhan has donated $75

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

You get lost in the pleasure, already on the brink of your second orgasm when Seungcheol sucks your clit back into his mouth. He draws you in closer by your thighs when he feels you shaking under his touch; doubling his efforts when he can already feel your body start to lock up.

Seungcheol flattens his tongue against you, dragging his tongue up and down in hard strokes.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m---I’m c-cumming!”

Tears wet your lashes as you cum hard on his tongue; fingertips locked tight in his hair as your hips cant up into his mouth. He lets you do as you please, letting you ride his tongue as you take your pleasure from him.

The sounds of donations and comments pour in from behind Seungcheol’s back and he has an itching feeling that the shows in which he actually appeared were going to be more popular from now on.

Not that he’d complain.

Your soft cries from above pull Seungcheol from his thoughts as he slowly eases his tongue off of you; kissing your sensitive clit one last time as you squirm.

“Nooooo~” You cry, pushing his head away as he laughs.

“It was nice meeting you all~” Seungcheol comments as he slides out of view of the camera. “I’ll let you take it from here, sweetheart.”

You smile tiredly at Seungcheol, wiping the sweat from your brow as you close your shaky legs.

“Thank you, daddy~”

“Did you still want to get a part time job? I mean… these numbers…”

Muttering, Seungcheol turns off all the lights before he slides under the bedsheets with you, laptop dead-center as the two of you look at the amount of donations you’d made from the single live show.

“Yeah, I think it’d be fun! And anyway, I might’ve already found a place! And with a friend!” You grin at him just as you slam your laptop shut; confusion painted on his features even in the darkness.

“A friend? And where?”

“’Dynamite’! With Jun!”

Seungcheol snorts, flopping into his pillow. “You serious? Why there?”

You snuggle up to his side, resting your head on his arm as you stare up at his side profile. “They’re hiring, Jun would know my schedule the best, and I’d have someone familiar with me.” Pausing, you smirk up at him even if he can’t see it. “And they probably have cute little pastel diner outfits… With a cute ‘lil skirt… And if I bend over enough for you, maybe you’ll see my cute ‘lil panties that are already wet just thinkin’ about you… ‘n maybe you’ll have to take me back to your car and fuck me in your backseat and cum all over my cute outfit.”

Seungcheol nods in though, images of you bent over the hood of his car with your panties pushed to the side as he fucks you in the parking lot; the risk of everyone seeing you making his cock throb in his sweats.

“Hmm... Touché.”

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Forty Four

Pairing: Mitsuya x Fem!Reader

Wicked Games Masterlist

On the morning of your move-in date, the doorbell rings right after you and Mitsuya wake up. You run to the door, expecting to see Inupi and Draken, but are surprised to see your brother standing beside them.

"What are you doing here, Hajime?" you smirk. "I thought you didn't want to help?"

"Yeah, well I want to make sure you don't get anyone hurt. I'd end up paying for the medical bills after all," he huffs.

"Ha ha, very funny," you reply after sticking out your tongue.

Draken and Inupi shake their heads as they walk past you into your house. You then smile softly at your brother.

"Thanks, though, I really do appreciate it," you hum quietly. But just as you're about to step closer and hug him, Draken's voice in the other room steals your attention.

"Holy shit, Y/N. What the hell do you have in these boxes?!"

When you turn around, you find Draken carrying a box of who knows what. You packed everything in such a rush you don't even know what ended up where.

Your brother sighs. "That's just like you, cramming everything together and not even paying enough attention to where it should go," he shakes his head as he walks past you. "Guess I'll have to help."

A little while later, Yuzuha, Emma, and Hakkai arrive soon. The large group begins to move out the boxes as well as your furniture, placing it into a large truck that you believe Koko rented (even though he'll never admit it).

Once the place is emptied out, you write and leave a note for your landlord on the kitchen counter. You then take a look around your home once more, thinking of the memories you had in each room and making sure that you've left nothing important behind.

A small smile creeps up on your face as you walk out of your bedroom, remembering that you're going to live above Mitsuya's store. Now you'll finally have a good reason to see him every day without having to worry about the death of a friend or a substance abuse problem.

On your way out, you lock the door behind you and place the key under the mat just like your landlord had asked. Mitsuya then tosses you your helmet, passing you a small grin when he notices the upset look in your eyes.

"Thanks," you hum quietly as you mount your new bike.

You drive around the side of the truck and wave, chuckling to yourself when you see Draken in the driver's seat waving back at you. You then take off, leading the truck towards your new home.

When you arrive, everyone lets out a deep sigh before beginning to move everything into the new apartment. It's a bit difficult to unload the boxes since you aren't quite sure where to place all of your unlabeled boxes, but in the end, everything turns out alright.

In the early evening, once the boxes and furniture are all upstairs, everyone falls apart in your new living space. Yuzuha and Hakkai flop over the backside of your sofa, Draken lays his head down on Emma's shoulder while she hugs him, and you collapse on top of your brother who's laying like a starfish on the ground.

A few minutes later you hear a bit of whispering between the two other siblings just before they stand up. "We've got something to go do," Yuzuha nods firmly before quickly leaving with Hakkai right behind her.

"God, I'm so hungry," your brother then mumbles.

"Me too," you sigh.

"Don't suppose you've got any food, do you?"

You look over at Mitsuya who shakes his head no. No food in the refrigerator and nobody's got enough energy to move... And so, the next logical thing for everyone to do at just about the same time falls asleep.

It feels like only seconds later, however, that you're awoken to a loud noise coming from your front door. You immediately sit up while everyone turns their attention to the door. And when Yuzuha busts the door down, shouting "Pizza!", everyone growls and flops back down.

"God, I thought you were gonna get robbed," Koko grumbles.

"Sorry for taking so long, but the place only gave us two pizzas and Yuzuha really wanted three so we had to wait," Hakkai sighs.

"That's really nice of you two," you smile as you stand up and walk towards them. "Thanks a bunch! We were just talking about food when I guess we all passed out."

"We only woke up 'cause of that loud ass noise you made," you hear your brother complain.

"Ah, sorry about that," Hakkai chuckles awkwardly. "I couldn't really see where I was going..."

You and Yuzuha share a smile as you walk towards the kitchen. Everybody else follows suit, too. You grab whatever random plates and napkins you can find in those unlabeled cardboard boxes for the group to use. Everyone then crowds around your sofa and television as they burn right through the thin layer of pizza.

Yuzuha plugs in your television and turns on your Netflix. The group decides on a horror movie despite nearly being scared to death a few minutes ago. It's only a few minutes into the movie until the pizza is completely gone and Mitsuya's got his arm wrapped around your shoulders. As for Hakkai, he scoots in a bit closer to you (and farther from his sister) each time he thinks a jump scare is about to happen.

After one of the scares when Hakkai almost jumps through the ceiling, Mitsuya taps Hakkai's shoulder gently. "Yo, you wanna join," he teases as he holds his arm open to his friend.

Hakkai narrow his eyes. "I'll be fine, thanks," he grumbles, ignoring the way the group chuckles at his reaction.

Once the movie has finished and everyone is exhausted, they all leave. Well, except Mitsuya who stays behind to help you clean the dishes.

After you place the last dish to dry on the rack, you turn to him and wrap your arms around his neck. "Thank you for helping me move in," you hum.

"Of course. I'm so happy that you decided to move in here," he replies.

"Mm, me too. I just hope the guy who bought the store beneath me isn't too noisy," you tease. "Though I do hope the place gets good business."

Mitsuya smiles at your little joke before bending down to place a small kiss on your lips. You hum with a small grin tugging at the corner of your lips as you pull away.

"You know, the house still needs to be broken in..."

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Hello, Meant To Be Anon here! I see your requests are open. A pretty big situation going on with my job that's going to leave a lot of people upset and I just am going to need all of the positive vibes I can get. Could I request something fluffy with Wonwoo? Maybe a Snuggle Donation where he cheers up the reader after a bad day? No rush or anything, whenever you have time to get around to it. Thanks!

Hi Anon. I'm really sorry to hear about your job. Know that everything will be okay! You've got this! Here is your request, hope Wonwoo can cheer you up ��❤ Enjoy and have a good week!!! (I didn't properly proofread this, so please excuse any mistakes!!)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,808

Snuggle Donation: Move In// JeonWonwooxFem!Reader

"Just go home, I'll have Mingyu run the launch."

Y/N watched as her boss walked out of her office with a disappointed frown on his face. After making 5 consecutive mistakes, she was finally being sent home.

It had all started that morning when her landlord came to her door to inform her that he'd be selling the building that Y/N and many other tenants called home. It had sent her mind in a downward spiral all day. She had only 2 weeks to look for a new home and on top of that she had a big campaign launch to run at work that she did not have the mind for... hence why she was being sent home.

"Are you okay?" asked her colleague and friend Mingyu as he entered her office to pick up the plan for the new launch.

"I'm great. Just dandy" she grumbled as she grabbed her purse and keys from her desk. "Are you done? I need to get home" Y/N hadn't meant to sound rude, but if she wasn't out of the office in the next 2 minutes, she was sure she'd break down.

Mingyu gave her a soft understanding smile and ruffled her hair before stepping out of her office and walking over to their break room. The tall man slipped his phone out and dialed the only number he knew would be of help for Y/N.

"What?"

"Yes, hello to you too. Did you and Y/N fight?" he asked.

Wonwoo, who had been playing games instantly stopped what he was doing and grabbed his phone taking it off speaker and putting it to his ear. "No, why? Did she say she was mad at me?"

"No. She's just been off today. Seungcheol kicked her off the campaign launch today. She looked about ready to cry." Mingyu shared as he stirred himself a cup of coffee.

"Something must've happened... don't worry about it. I'll give her a call." With that Wonwoo hung up the phone and dialed his best friend's number, however, after one ring he was instantly directed to voicemail. He had known she wouldn't answer his call, Y/N usually liked her space, but his calls always served as a little reminder that he'd be waiting for her and she could go to him as soon as she was ready to talk.

Back at her small apartment, Y/N wasn't ready yet. Her belongings were glaring at her from the places they'd held for years as she sat on her bed. A million and one thoughts were running through her mind. She had nowhere to go, she had finally saved enough to put in a deposit for the business she was planning to start, and now she had 2 weeks to figure what was going to happen with her life. The problem was starting to weigh down on her little by little.

It was after half an hour that the weight of her issues was too much to bear alone. Her hand reached out for her phone and she dialed her best friend's number.

"Hey you"

"Can you come over?" Y/N asked with an arm draped over her eyes, it seemed like that was the only thing holding her tears in.

"I'm outside... I'll be up in a second, yeah?"

"Yeah" she answered forcing herself to stand from her bed and change into comfortable clothes. Comfortable clothes being the ratty old sweatshirt Wonwoo had left behind 2 years prior and a pair of sweatpants she'd used to paint her bathroom when she'd just moved in. By the time she was done changing, she could hear Wonwoo punching the code into her front door. The sound of plastic bags reaching her in her room.

"Y/N?" he called out.

The young woman stepped out of her room with a sigh, her feet stopping right outside the bedroom door. Wonwoo was watching her closely and carefully from his spot and in a matter of seconds opened his arms up for her. Y/n's feet rushed her up to her tall friend and she buried her face into his chest. The weight that had been weighing down on her seemed to lift and the tears she'd been holding back were now being soaked up by her friend's black t-shirt.

"Do I have to kick someone's ass? I don't know where Seungcheol lives, but I can find out." he joked trying to lighten up the mood.

Y/n sniffled lightly. "I'm so tired" she mumbled, her voice muffled by his chest. "How long is this going to go on?"

Wonwoo's arms wrapped around her tightly. "Tired? Last I heard you got to leave work early today" he said jokingly, his words testing the waters to see if she'd tell him what was bothering her so much.

The girl pulled away from Wonwoo enough to see his face and gave him an unamused look. "Can you not? I'm literally about to be homeless"

Wonwoo was rendered silent. He didn't know you'd been going through money problems. "What? Why didn't you tell me? I would have lent you money"

With yet another sigh, Y/N walked over to the bags he'd brought over knowing they'd be full of her favorite snacks. Wonwoo never failed her. "It's not that. My landlord is selling the building and gave us a 2-week ultimatum to move out." She told him. "Not only that but I don't have enough money to put down a deposit for a new apartment on such short notice... I think I'm going to have to pull the deposit on the photography studio... I just-"

Wonwoo felt a slight sense of panic as soon as he saw Y/N starting to get emotional again. If there was one thing to know about Y/N it was that she was smart, creative, and hard-working... but she was also a perfectionist, a very emotional one at that.

"I'll lend you the money, you don't have to worry" he assured her, but he already knew what her answer would be.

"Are you crazy? You know how hard it is to find a decent apartment in the city. Deposits are so expensive one would think you're buying the apartment"

She wasn't wrong, things were ridiculously expensive in the city, but knowing how important her new business was, he didn't want Y/N to have to give it up yet again. "Then move in with me" he blurted.

Y/N dropped the bag of chips in her hands as soon she heard his suggestion. "What?"

Wonwoo was embarrassed. In any other case, two best friends wouldn't be embarrassed to live together, but they weren't any other case. Wonwoo liked his best friend, he like liked her. "M-move in with me. I mean, you need a place to live, places in the city are expensive, Dokyeom is also moving out"

well now he is

"Plus, the last thing I want is for you to have to postpone the opening of your photography studio. You've worked too hard, and as your best friend, I will not allow it."

Y/N felt a large wave of emotions crashing into her. With a slow shake of her head, she picked up the bag of chips she'd dropped. "I don't know Woo... would that really be okay?"

"Of course it'd be okay! You're my best friend. Best friends can live together... I'm not that bad of a roommate" he grinned.

Y/N chuckled and grabbed more snacks before making her way over to her small living room and plopping down on her couch. "You realize how big of a change that will be, right? You'd be living with a girl."

Wonwoo nodded hurriedly, "I'm not a kid, of course I get it"

"Well then... I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea, at least until I find somewhere else to live."

Wonwoo followed her and dropped on the empty spot beside her. His weight shifting over onto her. "Or you could just be my roommate until the end of my lease" he offered.

"God, you're heavy" she groaned as she pushed him off her only to have him lay his head on her lap. "That would be a horrible idea"

Wonwoo smiled up at his friend, his brows wiggling playfully, "what are you saying?! of course it wouldn't. You get to have the handsomest roommate in the world. Why would that be a bad idea?"

With a roll of her eyes, Y/N stuffed Wonwoo's mouth with chips and shook her head, "wow, suddenly I want to stay homeless" she joked, a small smile coming to her face.

"Hey, you smiled though. That's good right?" He thoughtlessly munched on his chips and grabbed Y/N's hand, placing it on his head.

"Only because I have the most handsome best friend and soon-to-be temporary roommate" she replied, her free hand combing through his hair.

Wonwoo smiled, the fact that she was willing to allow him to help her with such a big issue made him feel like maybe a part of her also needed him as much as he did her. "So I'm assuming that's a yes to coming home with me?"

"If you're willing to make a little space for me, then I'll gladly move in with you."

"Okay. We can pack up a bag and you can come with me tonight. I'll ask for the day off tomorrow and I'll come to help you pack up and start the move!" Wonwoo said excitedly causing the girl's tummy to do a little flip at how excited he sounded.

"Calm down, we have two weeks to get everything done. Plus, we still have to run it by your landlord." Y/N told him.

"My landlord will be fine with it. He already thinks you live with me since you always come over." He assured, his eyes glimmered as he stood up.

Y/N laughed and grabbed his hand tugging him back to sit beside her. "Hey, you came to make me feel better you gotta feed me and finish the movie with me"

"Oh! Right! After the movie we can pack though, right?" he asked.

"Of course! We can also call the most handsome best friend and soon-to-be temporary roommate to come and help us pack" the girl said popping a chip into her mouth. Wonwoo looked over at her in confusion. "What? Did you think I was gonna let you kick out Dokyeom? Nice try idiot."

Wonwoo groaned and let his body drop over her lap again, "You won't let a single thing slip by, will you?"

With yet another eye-roll she stuffed his mouth with the chips in her hands. "Hush, we're gonna finish the scary movie we didn't finish last time."

"Goddamn it, Y/N. Not again."

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Off-Limits: Part 1

Characters: Tom Holland X Reader Osterfield, Harrison Osterfield

Word Count: 2005

Warning: language, fluff (I think that's it...)

A/n: This is the first of many parts. I want to apologize now, this part is a little on the boring side (well that's what I think) but I needed to set a lot of things up in this in this one. It gets better I promise.

Also Feedback is more than welcome, the good and the bad.

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Today was a hectic day for you to say the least. You had to make sure everything was set for your move back home tomorrow. You have been living in the states for the last four years. You had left home to pursue dancing. You had gotten into Juilliard. It was something that you had dreamed of since you were a little girl. Your mother had signed you up for dance when you were about 4 and you just never took off your ballet slippers. When you had gotten accepted, you were in shock. Only 7% of applicants are actually accepted. With the support of your amazing family, you were able to follow that dream. You had left home at 17, now here you are 21 and a Juilliard graduate.

*Ring

*Ring

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/n!”

“Harrison, how are you?

“I’m good, Are you ready for tomorrow?”

“Well since you called me in the middle of me packing, I’m going to say no, I’m not ready at all Haz.”

You were so excited to hear from him. It felt like you haven’t talked to him in ages. When in reality you talked to him almost every day. You were looking forward to seeing him tomorrow. It has been hard on you not being able to see him. You guys were super close before you left. Which made you try that much harder to keep in touch with him. There were nights where you were up extremely late, because of rehearsals, and you still wanted to talk to him. So, you would call, and every time without fail, he would pick up. Some nights you guys would just sit on facetime and not actually be talking. You have fallen asleep on the phone with him many times, but you wouldn’t change those moments for anything.

“Well maybe you should have started earlier.” The sass coming from him made you chuckle.

“I started three days ago. I just get sidetracked easily remember.”

“With what? Have you collected that much stuff in the last four years?”

“No, it’s just I have tons of photos and things that bring up memories. Mostly it’s the stuff that I brought with me that keeps distracting me.”

“Oh well, soon you will be back home, and you won’t have to look at my adorable face through photos anymore.”

“Bold of you to assume that they are all of you.”

“Well who else would they be of?”

“Hold on.”

You switched to facetime. After Haz popped up on your screen you propped up your phone on the table. You walked over to one of your bags and pulled out a box. Bringing it over to the table before opening it. The first photo was of you and Harrison. You were about 6 and he was 5. You had your hand on your hip, you were also kind of glaring at Haz because he was making fun of you for being shorter than him.

“I know this one has you in it, but I absolutely love it. Do you remember when mum took us to that studio to have professional photos taken?” You flipped the photo around for him to see.

“Yeah, I looked good in those photos.”

“Haz, I’m in those photos too.”

“Sorry, my eyes went straight to me.” He gave you a little smile.

“Of course, they did.” You picked up the next one. “This one is of me and my favorite Holland boy.”

You showed him a photo of you and Paddy. It was from the day before you were leaving for New York. He was super upset that you were leaving. He was hugging you and didn’t want to let you go. You asked him if he had a photo of the two of you, would it help him. He of course said yes. So, you pulled your phone out and took a photo. Later you had two of them printed, and you gave one to him and kept one for yourself.

“Aww Paddy. Okay I will give you that one. He’s my favorite too. Next one.”

“You do realize that this isn’t helping me get any packing done.”

“I know but would you rather be doing this or packing?”

“You got me there. Moving on, this one is of Tom and I.”

You show him the photo. Tom had picked you up and had you hanging off his shoulder. You were laughing pretty hard at his sudden movement. You remember being too far back, you thought that he was going to drop you. So, you had wrapped one of your arms around his waist to make sure you had an anchor if you slipped out of his hands.

“If I remember correctly, I took that photo.”

“Okay, I am so done with you.”

“No, wait what else do you have in that box?”

“Umm, a bunch of little things. Like movie stubs, a small notebook that has drawings, concert tickets, some old jewelry that is too small for me now, my first pair of ballet shoes, some cards, figurines and a few other things.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were so sentimental.”

“Well I am. This box is basically my life. Everything in here has a memory or a feeling attached to it. Whether it was mine, someone gave it to me or even just one of the photos. I would be absolutely devastated if something happened to it”

“That’s a lot of pressure to put on a box Y/n.” This caused both of you to chuckle, you could tell he was trying to lighten the mood.

“I guess it is, but it is literally my world in a box.”

You started hearing talking in the background. Harrison looked off to the side and started talking.

“Oh, sorry mate I didn’t realize you were on a call.”

“It’s okay, she won’t mind.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” Harrison turned his phone slightly to the side so that half of his face was still on screen. The other half was to dark to make out a face. You started looking around at how much you had left to do.

“Y/n?” The voice sounded familiar, but you looked around for a few more seconds.

“Yeah. Hey Haz, I think I should…” When you finally looked back Tom’s face was next to your brothers. “TOM!!”

“Hey! How are you?” He seemed genuinely excited to see you.

“I’m doing alright. I have a lot of packing to finish up in the next few hours though. How are you?”

“I’m good. I’m on holiday right now. I must go back to work in a few months. So, I’m enjoying the time I have at home.”

“That’s great. Soon you will be back to saving people around the neighborhood, right Spiderboy.”

“Oh, now that hurts. It’s Spider-Man Darling.” He put his hand on his heart like you had really offended him.

“Umm… I like Spider-Boy better.” You had a cheeky grin on your face.

“Wow… I didn’t realize how much of an accent you had gotten from being over there.”

“I don’t have an accent.”

“Yes, you do. It would be weird if you didn’t though. You have been there for four years.”

“I personally don’t think I have an accent, but I guess I can’t really hear it while I’m speaking.”

Harrison was just looking between the two of you. He didn’t like the fact that you were flirting with each other, but he didn’t say anything. They have been friends just as long as he and Tom have. He decided to let the two of you talk for a little bit longer.

“I would love to keep talking but I really do have a lot of things left to pack.”

“That’s okay, I will see you when you get back.”

“Absolutely.”

“Bye Y/n. See you tomorrow. Love you.”

“Bye Haz, love you too. Bye Tom.”

“Bye.”

-The Boys-

Harrison ended the call he looked over at Tom, who was looking at his phone with a large grin on his face. Tom quickly noticed that Harrison was looking at him, and his facial expression changed.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Tom had a confused look on his face.

“Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, what’s wrong man?”

“I’m fine.”

“I have known you long enough to know when something is wrong. So, let’s just skip this and tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He paused for a few seconds. “How long have you liked Y/n?”

“What?! I don’t, we are just friends.”

“Then why are you flirting with her?”

“I wasn’t. Like I said we are just friends.”

Harrison got up and started walking to the door to leave. “Let’s keep it that way Tom.”

-Back to Y/n-

After the call ended you got back to work. You were able to get the rest of your things packed with little to no distractions. Once that was all done you started on the cleaning. You also made sure to lay out everything on the counter that you would need for the morning. After going through your mental check list, you packed it all into your backpack.

Once everything was done, you looked around the empty apartment. Thinking about all the memories that you have made here. You were going to miss it, but you couldn’t wait to go home.

You remembered back to when Tom and Harrison were in New York. You had been able to see Tom in action. Harrison brought you to set a couple of times while Tom was filming. You had an awesome time seeing how all the things on set work. How even though there are a million different moving parts, they worked like a well-oiled machine. You were also able to meet a few of the cast members while you were there.

In return, you had taken Harrison and Tom with you to a few rehearsals and then your final showcase. You know that it wasn’t as exciting as watching a Marvel movie being made but you wanted to show the guys what you had been doing. They were excited to go with you. After the showcase you had found them, they were telling you how awesome you had done. They also told you how proud of you they were. Tom had gotten you a bouquet of flowers, which was another thing you had in your box. You had taken a couple of the flowers and pressed them until they dried. Then you sealed them so that they would stay like that forever.

The next day, you were up early enough that it didn’t seem like you had gotten any sleep. You packed your rental car with all your bags before going to return your keys to the landlord. Then you were off to the airport. After the car was returned, bags were checked and you were on the plane, you finally felt like you could relax. You had a 7-hour flight ahead of you. You had plenty of things to distract you for that time. You would be getting to London around 20:00 (8pm) Due to the time change.

Once you landed, you had to get a trolley for your luggage. Your Mother had dropped off a car for you. Thankfully she had given you a spare key before leaving. You packed the car and drove home. You had so much anxiety built up from the last few days. Now as you were getting closer, you could start to feel all of it melting away.

You pulled the car up in front of your childhood home. You decide to sit there for a few moments. You couldn’t believe after all this time you were finally home. You loved America, but nothing can compare to being back in London. You took a deep breath before getting out of the car. You decided to unload all your bags and carry them up the stairs to the door. After you had everything there, you were finally ready to opened the door.

Off-Limits Tags:

@aidinniram @houseofflufff @justafangirlduh​ @shrutipatel08 

[oasis-wasteland]

Dream Show Challenge 2.0

The RBACL Dream Show Creator Challenge 2.0 where we were given someone’s dream show 1.0 cast ( @singledarkshade​‘s) and asked to create a new show with them.

Unlucky Number 7

Cast list

Beth Jean Riesgraf

Donald Glover 

Roy Scheider recast with Kenneth Choi

Maggie Lawson 

Arthur Darvill 

Allison Scagliotti 

Harrison Ford

Summary

Thirty years ago, for reasons unidentified, time stopped, throwing the world into chaos and darkness. They called it the Freeze. Seven organisations around the globe rose to power taking control and enforcing order and law on the world once again.

Charlie Carter was a simple bartender trying to enjoy an eternity with her new family when the death of her mother brought her back home, only to discover her younger brother had gone missing.

With the help of others, she sets out to unravel a mystery and find her brother, which leads her to a journey much bigger than she ever anticipated.

Don’t think too deeply about the logistics here, just roll with the punches.

People stopped aging when time stopped, but they can still get sick and die.

In season 2, Charlie and her family have to face the rebel group and convince her brother to leave them, the difference in ideologies splits the team in half, but by the end they unite and alley themselves with the rebel when one of the organisations manages to capture Anthony.

Many seasons in between to bring down the seven organisations with the help and coordination of rebel groups around the world. 

At the very end of the show, when the anomaly is resolved and the clocks start, we see the main cast (original and new) gather to watch the sun rise for the first time in years. The show ends on their silhouettes as the sun washes out the screen into white.

Episode Descriptions under the cut:

Dawn

The death of her mother pulls Charlie out of her quiet life, and she is forced to return home and face the family she walked away from years ago. Accompanied by her closest friends for support, she heads back home for the funeral. She soon realises many things have changed since she’s been gone and was sure something must be wrong when her brother (their parents’ favourite) doesn’t show up to the funeral.

New Day

Charlie attempts to track down her brother’s whereabouts and learns about his complicated life and history. No one in her hometown seems to know what happened to him after the Freeze, but they point her to the one man who could. Charlie and co. invite themselves to a fundraiser by offering the skills of Andrea so they can have a word with Thomas Buchanan. Their plans are derailed when the announcement of his taking over of Aegean Corp. (One of the Seven) causes a clash among some guests.

Dusk

After a lot of efforts, Charlie finally has an address to follow, only to lead her to an empty apartment. Most of the neighbours never heard of Anthony except one who told them he hadn’t been around for a long while and points them to their landlord who might know something. Andrea gets excited when they find out the landlord is Kevin Winter, until he tells them he’d been looking for Anthony for fifteen years.

Buchanan quickly grows suspicious of Aegean and the reason the board chose him for the job. But he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity either way.

Midnight

Andrea joins Kevin as they chase some leads to locate Anthony’s psychiatrist while Charlie and James look for another way to talk to Buchanan. We follow the events of Dr. Brown’s life, watch Anthony grow erratic with each session they have, eventually lead to the confrontation with Andrea and Kevin. Charlie and James finally get to meet with Buchanan.

Yesterday

Buchanan tells the story of how he met Anthony and their work together over the course of twenty years and the eventual fallout which led to Anthony’s drastic move. Charlie gets the impression she’s only receiving the polished half of the story. Andrea and Kevin get a similar impression from Dr. Brown and decide to follow her for a day.

Dead of Night

James takes Charlie out on a trip as a break when he notices the situation with her brother was upsetting her more than he anticipated. She tells him about her childhood and the reason she never told anyone she had a brother. They reminisce about their first meeting and early relationship, Charlie realises James might still have hopes for them.

Daybreak

Kevin and Andrea get themselves into trouble when they follow Dr. Brown to Aegean Corp. and into bigger trouble getting out of it. They find themselves trapped and take the time to bond, especially over the many suspicious skills Andrea demonstrated. On the plus side, they learn a few things from their stunt and might have big lead regarding Anthony.

Mayday

A confrontation with Dr. Brown reveals a rebel group looking to bring back life to how it was before the Freeze and take down the Seven. Dr. Brown helps Charlie meet with her brother who’s been kept under lock and key by the rebels to protect him from the Seven. When they finally meet, Anthony catches her up on the major events that lead him there and reveals the reason he must be protected; he caused the Freeze.

[simpingforsoftboys]

Y/N and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day

ft. OikAka (Oikawa x Akaashi)

!GN Reader!

Thanks so much for the request anon! Ngl I've never considered this ship but it kinda makes a lot of sense? Like damn they'd be so cute together- and with the reader? Woo! Love it! Going to go for hurt/comfort in this one!

Also yes, the title is based on that one kids book.

Today had been a pretty terrible day for you. Your boss was in a bad mood- meaning she had been increasingly rude to you throughout the day, the office's wifi cut out while you were finishing up the report you had worked tirelessly on for the past week, and you had accidentally dropped your phone in a puddle- screen down- effectively cracking the screen and rendering it unusable (since the insides got wet too). Needless to say, it was quite possibly the worst day you've ever experienced. It took absolutely every ounce of strength to prevent yourself from bursting into tears in the street. There was nothing you wanted to do besides break down and eat a tub of ice cream- actually, being comforted by your lovers would be a good alternative. The only good thing that had happened so far was getting to go home early- since your boss was not in a working mindset and instead decided to go get drunk, a little after noon. It's not really a good thing actually, just means you'll have more work to do the day after tomorrow.

Crying sounded really good right now.

Fifteen minutes later you got off the bus and walked into your apartment complex. The elevator ride to the fifteenth floor was devoid of any other residents. Alone in your misery, you allowed your bottom lip to wobble.

The elevator dings- signaling that you've arrived on your floor.

You step out of the lift and into the hall. The walk to your front door is just as long as usual but somehow feels as though it took an eternity. Seems like your bad fortune followed you home- since the house key breaks, leaving the bottom half in the lock itself.

You're locked outside.

Again, it's a struggle to hold back the tears.

Keiji and Toru wouldn't be home at the moment, since the both of them were out on a date. (There's nothing wrong with that- it's just as important to have one on one dates as it is to have dates with the three of you. You also have plenty of dates with just Toru or Keiji by themselves.) Looks like you'll have to call your landlord... oh wait your phone is broken... and you forgot that he's on his yearly vacation in Seoul at the moment.

Maybe one of your neighbors will let you use their phone to call one of your partners! Nodding to yourself, you get up and knock on Rina-san's door. She's not home. Swallowing your mild frustration, you move along the hall to the next door. Kento-san's not home either. This pattern continues for the next few doors- eventually you just give up. The other apartments are vacant after all, still under renovation.

You return back to your apartment's door and slide down to the ground- back to the wood. Lips quivering, frustration evident, you bow your head and let the tears fall. There's no other noise in the hallway aside from your quiet sobs.

Today was just the worst.

Did you accidentally upset the universe somehow? Or maybe you said something disrespectful and some culture's god was angry at you.

Tears still streaming from your tear ducts, you let your head softly slam back against the door. There's so many things you're feeling right now. Sadness- because you really wanted to have a good day and now that you can't have that you want to be comforted, resentment- at the world, at yourself, at everyone. It wasn't fair- and by that you mean everything- every single, little thing was unfair. Anger- because damnit what else could you be feeling right now? The situation was beyond your control- anyone would feel angry in your shoes. It's hard to fathom that somewhere in the world, someone was suffering worse than you were at the moment.

You didn't care about them.

All you were focused on was how you were feeling.

Thinking that way suddenly made you feel very self conscious.

Maybe there was a reason for the day going like this.

A humbling experience perhaps?

That thought had you seriously wondering if you had actually done something unfathomably terrible... but your memory came up blank. 

The lift dinged.

You had to force yourself to look in the direction of the noise.

The overhead lighting seemed almost heavenly- surrounding your saviors in an unearthly way and appearing to give them halos. 

Why did they look so shocked to see you?

Isn’t that what they’re here to do?

Save you from your plight?

“Y/n darling, what are you doing here on the ground?” Keiji asks, beating Toru by a millisecond and running over to your side- pulling you into his comforting embrace. His hold makes you feel safe, likening him to the firm, concrete walls of strongholds. Yes, Keiji feels secure, strong, and upright. You just know that you can collapse against him and he won’t waver.

Looks like your tears aren’t dried out yet, because you let out a choked sob, dripping snot and all- burying your face into his neck. 

“Shh, it’s alright baby- me and Keiji have you.” Toru says softly, finally coming to your side and wrapping his long arms around the two of you. His hug feels different. It’s like lava- but not quite so. He could burn you- but he chooses to use his heat to bring you comfort instead- only burning those he deems a threat to what he calls his. He’s flexible but will give it all up at a moments notice- trading that mobility for statuesque stillness- letting himself cool, despite his better judgement, in order to become a tall, rock wall capable of protecting you and Keiji. 

You’re warm and you’re safe.

They construct walls around you.

So you let your own walls fall, trusting them to protect you when you’re at your most vulnerable.

“I-I had a really bad d-day.” You whimper into the ravenette’s milky skin. He can feel the hot tears against the column of his neck but chooses not to say anything- instead he holds you tighter. “My boss w-was in a s-shitty mood, I couldn’t f-finish my report in time c-cause the wifi cut out. My p-phone broke- and my k-key did too-” Overwhelmed once again, you cut yourself off and fall back into silence, sniffling quietly. 

“I’m sorry Y/n, you shouldn’t have had to go through all of that.” Keiji says- and you can hear the sincerity in his tone. You bask in his company for a long while, trying to pretend that time stopped- just for the three of you. 

“I need to get the key out okay? Then we can go take a nice bath inside, how’s that sound?” Keiji whispers softly, not wanting to upset you but also wanting you to understand the benefit of letting him go. You’re tempted to say no- wanting to just enjoy his touch, but your rational side tells you that you’ll get all the cuddles you want once you’re in the apartment. 

“O-okay... sounds good.” You move to cling to Toru, while Akaashi begins removing some bobby pins he has hidden in his hair and gets to work. 

“Hey babe.” Your brunette lover murmurs, turning your chin up to gaze into his eyes. “You’re wheezing so much, am I really that breathtaking?” The two of you stare at each other- personally you don’t know if you want to laugh at his horrible attempt at humor or if you want to cry. So you settle on slapping the back of his head. 

“Not the time ‘ru.” You scold, but there’s an undeniable smile on your face.

“Ouch... okay okay I’m sorry!” He apologizes, rubbing the back of his head. “I just hate seeing you so sad.”

“I know ‘ru... thank you.” Toru lets out an acknowledging hum and you can feel the way his heart beat increases ever so slightly. He’s so warm- his fiery love practically oozing out of his being. You love him so much.

A few minutes later, Keiji manages to get the broken part of the key out of the lock and the three of you can finally go home. He’s always been so clever- and you’re reminded again, why you love him.

The three of you head inside...

You take a relaxing shower (since all three of you can’t fit in the small bathtub), then cuddle up together on your king sized bed, tubs of ice cream in hand and candles lit to set the mood. Your favorite comfort show is streaming from the television, both the loves of your life sandwiching you between them, and you realize just how fortunate you are. 

You’ll take as many bad days as necessary- so long as you get to come home to this. 

Maybe, the universe was fair to some after all.

Just maybe- you could consider yourself one of the lucky ones.

I hope this was what you were looking for and more! It’s a little on the shorter side but I’m pretty proud of how it turned out!

[beholdthemem]

Because I am incapable of shame and am determined to produce whatever content I want to see in the world, regardless of how silly, I propose Beetlejuice-ish AU with Todd as Lydia and the Red Eyed Demon as Beetlejuice. We are dubbing him Antares.

Like, it’s dumb. But it’s Halloween and I want it to exist anyway.

Sixteen year old Todd Morrison and his parents move into Addison Apartments in 2019. 

They are the first people to do so since the series of murders in 2002 that left the entire residence massacred.

....they do not realize this is why it was so cheap.

Like, the murders were pretty publicized in Nockfell, but the cult went out of their way to ensure that very few people outside of town would find out about it. They were thorough.

So, when Todd finds out his parents have made yet another questionable financial decision and have decided the solution is to move into this tiny little town, into this ancient, creepy apartment building in the hopes of fixing it up and convincing people to come live there while they play landlords, his panic is centered almost entirely around the fact that there is no way anyone is going to move in here and we do not have enough money to move back out.

They are stuck!

Todd only finds out about the murder thing when Neil, the cute guy who helps out in the school library, (And is the lone reason Todd’s actually showing up to school, Ray and Janis would never notice if he didn’t go and the kids here are horrible) wants to know ‘So is it true you guys moved into The Tomb?’

Before now Todd thought nobody would move in because the apartments are creepy looking and filled with asbestos. Now he knows for a FACT that nobody’s going to move in because what do you MEAN eighteen people were murdered in there?!

It does not occur to Ray and Janis that this career move could possibly end badly. They're used to just doing whatever and having it work out. The universe will provide.

This is. Not the ONLY reason for Todd's crippling anxiety, but it is certainly among them. The universe only provides so much. The rest Todd provides via damage control, and they never notice.

He is so tired.

Unbeknownst to the Morrisons, the Addison Apartments are not, in fact, empty. 

They are home to a score of weird spirits (not dead, because they were never actually alive, a la Paranatural) and best friends Sal Fisher and Larry Johnson, who've sort of been the caretakers of the place since they died back in the early 2000s.

They are the reason why nobody who’s ever tried to buy the place has managed to convince anyone else to live there.

The apartments are the subject of a very heavy duty curse. Larry and Sal don’t know how it came to be that way, but have figured out, post-death, that this was the reason horrible things kept happening there until 2002. They’ve taken it upon themselves to ensure that the curse dies with them and that nobody else is ever going to suffer the way they did.

They have chased out every person who’s ever come in there and are EXTREMELY put out when the Morrisons won’t leave.

It starts out with them trying to haunt the Morrisons out of there for their own good, but rapidly turns into them trying their damndest to get rid of them because they keep trying to scare them and they never notice ANYTHING, and frankly, it's kind of insulting.

Also, the way they're redecorating everything is horrifying, the spirits are getting upset because Janis keeps burning incense everywhere, and Larry finds it deeply, deeply unfair that he has to watch other people get high when he can’t anymore. Every part of this SUCKS.

They’re getting pretty desperate to make this happen, and are simultaneously running out of ideas. This is helpfully and repeatedly observed by Antares, who would just like them to know that he’d be DELIGHTED to help out if they’re interested!

Antares is...

Antares is a bit of a mystery.

He is- as far as Sal and Larry have been able to tell- just another house spirit. There’s lots of them. Presumably he was around even back when they were alive and they simply couldn’t see him.

He looks like a small innocuous blot of shadow, condensed into one spot. He can shapeshift a little, swirling around, vanishing and re-appearing next to you to make an obnoxious comment in your ear. The only thing that never changes are his eyes- like two burning, bright red lights. 

All of the other house spirits give him a very wide berth. Whenever he appears, the rest of them vanish. Sal and Larry have never been able to figure out why- Antares is the only spirit that actually speaks. Larry’s personal theory is that none of the other spirits want to be around him because he’s annoying as all hell.

He claims to have experience as a (self proclaimed) bio-exorcist though, allegedly having removed hundreds of unwanted human tenants in his time there. Every time an attempt at frightening Ray and Janis fails he starts trying to get the boys to give him free reign. Neither likes the thought, but they’re rapidly running out of options.

The longer the Morrisons stay here, the more likely they are to get affected by whatever fucked up mojo's going on with the apartments. There's something about the place that leaks into you and slowly makes awful, awful things happen to you and the people you care about. The boys can deal with it in death- everything seems clearer now, thinking is easier- but living people aren't safe there and THEY CAN'T GET RID OF THESE ONES.

While Janis and Ray never notice anything, Todd DOES, and despite being highly unnerved is determined to get to the bottom of whatever's going on before it ends up coming back to bite them in the ass.

He's always speculated in the existence of the supernatural, and this entire apartment complex is the closest he's ever come to evidence of it. He'd be more excited if he didn't have to live there and (in theory) convince others to someday as well.

(Like that's gonna fucking happen. This is just one more problem Todd does not need right now.)

If he has to be a one man Ghost Nabbing team then SO FUCKING BE IT. PARANORMAL BEWARE, TODD’S HERE AND IS DETERMINED TO HAVE AT LEAST ONE ASPECT OF HIS LIFE BE UNDER HIS OWN CONTROL.

...Larry and Sal feel very bad for Todd. They’ve been observing him since the day everyone moved in, and being a teenager is hard enough when you’re not trying to parent your own parents. Like, yeah, they want him out of here, but they also make a point of turning out the lights and whatnot when Todd falls asleep at his desk.

They’re also kind of impressed by how well he takes the life-after-death thing when they finally end up having a conversation face to face. Honestly, they were more freaked out by him being able to see them than he was at... actually seeing them.

(Todd has filed the implications of honest-to-God ghosts living there, talking to him, and looking like the personification of the early 2000s in his big vault of Things I Am Going To Freak Out About When I Leave For College. He’s scheduling his breakdowns for later. It’s all very organized, and in no way healthy.)

After finally having a conversation about ‘We need you guys to get out of here’ ‘I would LOVE for us to get out of here’, Todd, Sal and Larry make a pact to work together on getting Ray and Janis to leave. They signed a lot of weird paperwork when they moved in, and between Todd’s rudimentary grasp of legalese and Sal’s one semester of contract law (Look, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to major in, he figured why not throw some shit at the wall and see what sticks. That one did not, but at least it’s coming in handy) they might be able to find a loophole that gets some of what the Morrisons paid for this place back. Enough to move out, at least. All they have to do is make sure they WANT to.

With the guys all getting along and working as a team, it seems Antares’ services will not be necessary after all!

...Antares does not agree. 

He intends to do whatever’s necessary to gain dominion over living beings again.

Nobody’s going to know what hit them.

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Apartment AU Masterpost:

-Everyone lives in an apartment complex.

-Xisuma as landlord? Or just a really well looked up to person in the complex. Whichever works for you!

-Pranks all the time. Everyone's constantly pranking each other.

-Everyone has 'normal people jobs.' Perhaps Joe is an English teacher? (Cleo's also a teacher. (Irl.) Omg, what if they teach at the same school?) Maybe Bdubs is a professional interior designer? Maybe Cub builds computers? Go nuts, get creative.

-Actually, screw it. Bdubs works at IKEA.

-Everyone meets up every Friday night to go to the pub or go bowling or just do something together.

-They have a discord server because of course they do.

-European Hermits are early-birds, American hermits are night-owls. (This is the only way I can think to portray timezones and waking hours when everyone's living in the same building.)

-They all still love minecraft, don't worry.

-Keralis has so many books his flat is basically a library. He lets people come in and borrow books for a small fee.

-Tinfoilchef is a bit of a shut in but everyone makes an effort to include him.

-Etho would also be a cryptid like Xisuma. Like, we've seen Xisuma's whole body other than his face but the best we know about Etho is that: 1. He exists and 2. From the, like, one single real life photo he's shared, he broke a headset. Also, 3. Allegedly, he's buff. Otherwise; Beef and Etho invite Pause (who lives elsewhere,) over at random intervals to [play ctm maps] and do god knows what. Bdoubs works at IKEA but is the person to make the room displays, y'know.

-Scar sells dice and other tabletop rpg supplies that he designs. His shop is magiccrystals. com

-Cub and Scar made business with the guy who runs the fight club. They get half of the profits and everyone’s always wondering how those two can always afford the most expensive Christmas gifts for everyone.

-Mumbo could be an engineer or work on a STEM field, and he works on some really important and impressive projects and that would explain his polish person, Exept, when it comes to helping another hermit to change a lightbulb or fix a microwave he is an absolute disaster.

-Grian owns a parrot that knows everyones' names and faces and greets them when they come in.

-Scar's apartment has a balcony filled with plants and he has to bring them inside for the winter. (I'm assuming that all 4 seasons happen) Even without the balcony plants, his place is still full of indoor plants including his favorite venus flytrap. There is always a plant knocked over from Jellie's shenanigans. Jellie is supposed to stay in his apartment, however she keeps on getting out somehow, even getting to Xisuma's apartment occasionally.

-There's a grassy patch out back that acts as a backyard, but Stress has effectively taken it over. Perfect for flowers of all colors in the spring and summer, and during the winter you KNOW she’s building an ice castle from which to throw snowball at all her friends.

-Beef and, when he’s visiting, Pause get a lot of questions about Etho (since unlike X who gets one tightlipped visitor in shape of his brother Etho gets two that are willing to be vague) however they charge a fee for people to guess. They’d never actually sell him out but the guesses are always something technical related so there’s not much of a risk, he actually works as a botanist/gardener.

-Iskall is extremely good at ice hockey and, as resident Canadians, Etho and Beef have played with him. However Iskall only knows that he’s played with Beef because both beef and etho refuse to tell him who in the rink was Etho when they played.

-The only person who’s seen Xisuma's face is Keralis.

-Nobody knows what Grian does for a job. Like, when they think they've figured it out what he does, they're thrown through a loop again because he does a lot of odd jobs. Need help with a pet? Grian can help! Rip on your clothes? Don't worry, Grian knows how to fix it! Ect.

-Grian's an assassin. Iskall will make assassin jokes and Grian, without looking up from his coffee will go: "that's not how that works!" And then go back to being quiet. Everyone's like ????

-I love the idea of Grian knowing all these cool facts and when anyone acts he says 'it's because of his job,' and they still can't figure out what he does. He keeps correcting Iskall on assassin facts but they're all just like 'oh Grian sure must love those types of movies, huh.'

-Cleo teaches Joe's kid. (That means she teaches either year 2 or year 3? // 1st grade or 2nd grade?)

-Grian's family is in the mafia but he mostly just vibes. Sure, he works with the mafia, but he keeps his regular life away from work and none of the hermits (besides False because she saved the Mafia boss) know. Imagine boss looking at False and going, 'oh hey, you're already protected.' False is confused and says 'what?' But the Mafia Boss has already left.

-Etho is always in full kakashi cosplay.

-Honorary hermits apartment au: zloy and pixl have a radio show but also act as private investigators. Falsie hires them to investigate how she got the protection of the mafia. On their investigation they start asking Elybeat (that lives on a building right next to the hermits) about weird behaviors that he might have seen. Ely just goes ‘all of what they do is weird. I’ve recorded weird stuff they say and remixed it. They though it was funny and put the remixes as their elevator music.'

-Everyone thinks Etho is an assassin, but really, he's a horticulturist/botanist. He doesn't bother to correct them cause it means he doesn't get pranked, (or, as often.) Maybe someone finds out eventually? I don't know who. Maybe Doc and they keep it hush hush cause they think it's funny or something. || Maybe Bdubs finds out, (because I think he's seen Naruto?? Swear I saw a Twitter post where he recognized a Naruto joke) and he's the only one that recognizes that Etho's dressed like Kakashi and NOT an assassin. (That's lowkey a joke though.)

-Someone warns Grian against parking euro because they think Etho's an assassin and Grian just kinda goes: "alright then." Knowing that there's no way Etho is an assassin, but also realising how the hermits view that profession, he most likely starts feeling kinda bad.

-Beef used to be a car photographer and Mumbo takes photographs as a sideline when he was in college. They would occasionally chat about their past experience in the photography field and sometimes gush about cars.

-Hermit Challenges was actually a truth or dare game among the hermits. Mumbo was basically delirious from lack of sleep to explain his absolute gremlin energy. Mumbo dares Grian to steal front doors before passing out and everyone decided that was the end of that game. No one thought Grian would do the dare. A week later, everyone but Etho and Xisuma were missing their front doors (including Grian.) He stuck them in his bathroom so no one immediately saw the doors.

-As already established, Joe constantly hangs at Keralis's library. Let's say he also has a hobby for writing, and one time he was asking to himself how *insert really specific murder scene* would work in real life. Grian or Doc then overheard him and answers him in a also very specific way, he thanks them with 0 concerns and continues with his writing.

-Etho has been an assassin but it was many years ago, and retired to care for plants. (As you do.) He got hired by The Goatfather but intentionally botched the killings because, 'hey now those two are friends >:(' He and Bdubs still have the endrod game but it involves the whole apartment building and several discord messages going "located" or "flashlight on the move.'

-Stress paints all the hermit's door and puts their names on them. (-🌿)

-The organisization Grian works for is called "The Watchers!" They text him in riddles of what his missions are. This is so that if anyone peaks at his phone, they don't understand immediately!

-What if in YHS happen because of grian family and Sam is from an other family who does not support the grain family. So grian will not bring up high school and school and when joe and Cleo talk about there student grian sometimes cringes remember what happened in high school. (-🌿)

-Grian and Mumbo's hobbits holes were two cupboards they found on their respective apartments and decided to make a room out of them and named them their hobbit holes after they found out they both had them (-🐿️)

-What if it's a really old apartment and the 'hobbit holes' actually connect to each others apartment. (-🐺)

-Mumbo has these periods when he overworks like crazy and when they're over - he sleeps for like 24-36 hours straight. Everybody knows about this and help him if he falls asleep in random plaxes around the apartment. Mumbo once fell asleep right before his door and Grian tried to help him get inside while mumbling. Guess which remix were aded to the elevator music next week.

-Whenever anyone is annoyed or upset, grian sometimes pops his head up from his book and goes "who do I need to kill?" No one takes him seriously though he *would* kill for any of his friends.

-People who have left the server work nearby but have moved to new apartments. (For example, Welsknight works at a nearby food truck) (-☘️)

-With the Grian being a spy you get several oints where he thinks he's been found out but no one puts the and two together. They're all like: "Grian just likes action movies I guess."

-Scar's "wizard robe" is a bathrobe he owns. One day he forgets to change and just walks out in a bathrobe and no pants.

-Since Cleo teaches Joe's kid, maybe that extends to all the hermits' kids? Like the ones that have them, like not at the same time but at some point you know?

-I don't think I saw any regarding headgames, but I could've missed it. Anyways, what if Cleo wanted to make a big Scrapbook in her free time of all her friends, so she asks everybody to try and get pictures. So the PVP heads are candid photos, and the tradeable one are like selfies or group pictures. The other heads could just be a requirement for the picture like have a sheep in the picture. And maybe she gives the winners dinner payed by her or something.

-On the head cannon that hermits that aren’t on the server work nearby, Biffa is the actual mayor.

-Are mobs (and half mobs by extension) still a thing in apartment au? Cause if not I propose that Jevin just has cloob blue dyed hair and a bunch of blue tattoos.

-XB bakes a lot and always shares the food he makes with the others. They adore his cookies. Scar really wants to make some cookies in the shapes of disney characters with him, but he's too shy to ask. (-nameless anon)

-Perhaps Mumbo and Iskall are also protected by the mafia because of grian (perhaps scar is too) They and False have a 'we are protected and have no idea why' group (-Frost Anon)

-Imagine the hermits want to throw a nice party but X and Etho were kinda like “yeah no i’ll pass” so they make it a masquerade so that they can come- and then the whole night no one knows who anyone really is, but still has a really good time.

-Grian wanted a pet parrot, but felt like he would be terrible at taking care of one so he has toy parrots instead, those that have pre made phrases and such, and he is proud of his toy parrot pets. (-🐿️)

-Xisuma hosts a podcast! That's where all of his Xisuma speaks content ends up coming from. (-🇵🇭)

-Etho has a secret food blog called "Cooking With Etho" (based on the actual cooking with Etho segment in usually his modded stuff.) He also knows that there's hermits that either: have no idea how to cook properly or can't cook real meals due to their work. To help with this, sometimes he leaves finished meals or recipes with them (outside their doors or somehow in their fridge) and no one knows who does it prompting the theory of a self care ghost haunting the building.

(All of those in red were from Anons!)

-Joe works as a LAMP Developer.

-False has an assortment of swords, knives, etc. She even had a bow! She also has a dummy to practice fighting on.

(-@unpredictable-pancake.)

-Stress is a wedding designer. (-@the-angry-numel.)

-Iskall also works at IKEA with Bdubs. (-@mandatedempathy.)

-There's a local club that's basically fight club a few people are in. False, Iskall and a couple others are in.

-Hypno is kind of a bit of a loner. Everyone on the floor considers him a friend but he doesn't really have a best friend. He just does his own thing and people usually let him do that. He's fine with it.

-XB and Joe spend a lot of time at Keralis' library house just reading the books. Keralis usually charges every except those two because 1. They're there so often and 2. They're basically his room mates at this point. (-@tomcatacaphe.)

-Ren works at a bar as a bartender or musician. (-@friendlyneighbourhoodpieceoftrash.)

-Building on the last thing with Ren as a musician or working at a bar, he works at a bar as a server but does live music on weekends. It's the bar/pub/restaurant that the hermits sometimes hang out at together.

-I can see Grian working at a pet shop but also on the side of the mafia because of YHS. Or at least he used to be involved with the mafia.

-Beef once had to cart Etho off to the hospital for a chemical burn and explain to the other tenants that the explosion heard suspiciously close by wasn’t mafia activity. Etho is just an idiot with a hobby of making homemade fireworks.

-(-@limelocked.)

-False is the chief of police for the town they live in. Iskall is a hired assassin who normally gets employed by the mysterious figure GOATfather. Doc is the GOATfather, head of the mafia. Falsie is trying to hunt down these two as well as any others associated with them. The nHo is part of the mafia. Falsie has no idea any of them are in the mafia and they refuse to kill her because she has become such a close friend to them.

-Maybe Grian is a spy instead of an assassin? The group the Watchers is a government policing organization bent on trying to crack down on mob activity in the area.

(-@creator0fchaos.)

-The elevator music is hermitgang and remixes. -(@lookitsspacekween.)

-Zedaph is a game show host. Tango makes cartoons. (-@aphion-and-on.)

-Come on, let Iskall play ice hockey! Maybe not professionally if it doesn't work for the AU but he's v good at least. (-@automnalsaffron.)

-Grian maybe works at an animal shelter or an animal rehabilitation center. So everyone who has a pet usually comes to him for help if their pet is sick or injured. (-@vahco.)

-Grian has a safe full of guns, all the Hermits know about it but think they're fake. (-@xxpzmistxx)

-X never comes out of his room so no one’s seen his face. The only way he communicates is via text, Discord, and an intercom right by his door. He almost always gets groceries whenever the hermits are busy and therefore have no time to go out- but the hermits know he’s a real person because sometimes they hear guitar solos coming from his room.

-Hypno is a voice actor!

-Joe and Cleo often go home at the same time, and all the way it's almost always Cleo complaining about her students being bratty and the likes (Bonus points if Joe carpools with Cleo, who owns a car.)

-False unknowingly helps the boss of the mafia after seeing him wounded on a street one day, earning her their protection.

-As a callback to Season 6, Stress became a cat lady for a bit while False became a dog lady. As an added bonus: Cleo became nuts when Cub decided to gift her with spiders for her birthday or some other event.

-Mumbo still sidelines as a cameraman/film director for short documentaries and comedy sketches where he often invites Zed and his buddy Jack to act maybe?

-The first time X was proven to be an actual person was when the girls temporarily kicked the boys out to have the apartment all to themselves for a girls’ night which prompted the boys to have their own boys’ night. X was wearing his grey helmet that night so his face was still obscured tho, and from that day forward they always had a weekly girls’ night and boys’ night alternating on which group gets to have the apartment to themselves.

-False may seem like she can take a shot or two, but in reality she’s very lightweight and easily drunk, and is always the first one wasted. She becomes a flirty drunk who flirts with everyone and everything when she’s tipsy, an angry drunk the more she drinks and eventually a sad drunk before passing out. Cleo and Stress, her drinking buddies, always find amusement in this.

-As a callback to Xb living a thousand blocks away from society in s7, maybe he lives at the highest floor where not many (if not no one) occupies?

(-@heyitsroby.)

-Civil War started because they used to get groceries delivered to their doors and Grian started stealing them when they were left in the doorstep. Everyone stole each others groceries until one day they went into teamss of one side vs the other side of the corridor to the other until Grian stole so many groceries Dic was like 'Dammit!' He started going to the store to get groceries instead of getting them delivered to his door after that. (-@sayeshaa1108.)

-Regarding apartment au: Zedaph is similar to miu iruma from danganronpa: making the weirdest inventions and coaxing the other hermits into doing weird things for science. (-@oh-hecc-im-stupid.)

-Idk if Doc has a profession yet in the apartment au, but it just struck me- what if he owned a private casino?? Cause of s7? Just a thought! (-@853dragons.)

-Cleo really enjoys doing miniature diorama scenes. Like the tiny dudes from "Night at The Museum". She's like crazy good at it, and Joe will sometimes base his poems and stories off of her dioramas. Also maybe Joe has published a book of poems and short stories? (-@lynxes15.)

-Doc works as a social engineer and part time mafia boss. He rarely shows up for game nights. However, when he does, nobody else stands a chance.

-Tango, Impulse and Zedaph go over to each other's rooms so often they practically live together in an apartment room 3X bigger than everyone else.

(-@trashedeggnog.)

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Posts with TW:

Guns, Gangs, Getting Shot. Don't read if you can't handle this topics.

-Everyone finds out Grian is an assassin/mafia boss because someone from a different gang (*cough cough* sam gladiator *cough cough*) found out where he lives and tried to murder him. Queue epic gun fight scene. If you want some angst, Grian gets shot a couple of times in the fight but didn’t realize it because of the adrenaline and passes out. (-Anon.)

-Imagine someone like, finding Grian's guns and weapons and just being :0 and Grian is a little nervous. But then the other hermit just think the guns are cool (it's probably either etho or doc) and they're just gushing over how cool the guns are. Grian is relieved. (-Anon.)

-iJevin owns at least one gun. He's not in the mafia or a cop or anything, it's just cool and legal so he as one. He's the constant counter for the other gun owning hermits who have them for more mafia related purposes (context: jevin owns at least one gun irl) (-Anon.)

[velnoni]

BNHA Reverse/Roleswap AU

Ochako Uraraka - Sky High

Just like in canon her family was poor and often times they struggled to even put a meal on the table. There were nights she went to bed with an empty stomach and everyday she would bring school lunch home for her parents. It was a difficult life but they made the best of it.

There were times at school she got made fun of for not being able to attend field trips because they were too expensive or simply because of her dress attire. For Uraraka she was embarrassed and upset because people found it so easy to laugh at other's misfortunes.

Money was a huge problem and her parents would tell her constantly not to worry but she wanted to help out some way. Eventually she managed to get a job, low pay but it brought money in. But it still wasn't enough and the landlord one day came to tell her mother they would get kicked out if they didn't pay up.

Seeing how her mother and father came in late in the early hours of the morning, stressed, exhausted...all she wanted was to see them smile. Whenever she passed by a store she stared long and hard at the cash register. This is what pushed her to start to stealing.

What she would do is get up behind the counter, with a black mask and clothes and make the employee float in the air as she starts taking the money out. Because she could leave fingerprints she wipes down the money register before leaving. Her parents would question where this huge amount of money came from and she would lie about getting a raise.

How she got her villain name: she made the mistake of running out and bumping into the kids that would tease her about being poor. "Uraraka?! Is that you?" She would beg them not to yell her name out but the main leader of the group would tug her down an alleyway, forcing her to fess up. She was the burglar of the corner stores.

"So? Where's our pay?" The kids would sneer at her, laugh at the fact that she'd stoop so low and steal from people. It made her upset to the point that she started crying. When the leader touches her shoulder she pulls back. "If you pay us we won't tell a soul." But Uraraka knew she couldn't afford to lose the money or to be found out. She was tired of going to bed hungry, to seeing her only family becoming distraught. Something snapped in her and before she knew it she managed to touch everyone. All three of them began floating and screaming for her to turn her quirk off but she watched as the started to float up, the fire escape too far for any of them to hold on to. Uraraka was silent the whole time watching till they kept floating up higher into the atmosphere, crying for help.

She stuffed the money in her bag and burned the clothes before heading home. When she released her quirk she was sure those kids were good as dead. Their bodies were found scattered about by the police. She had mixed feeling about it when she watched the news. That's where the name Sky High comes from. Sky High is more accustomed to stealing and running off rather than fighting. If she does fight it's for a necessity or last minute option. If the LOV try to recrute her she might say yes depending on the pay or how dangerous it is. More likely to get combat training from Toga.

Her villain outfit is more similar to the canon beta outfit, except its black with dark pink lacing the ridges around her waist and helmet to obscure her face. She wears fingerless gloves and uses a sanitization product in her wrist band to clean off her prints.

To reduce use of her quirk she uses wire in the gauntlets to help move around quickly. Not prone to killing but isn't afriad to. She would be more like a civilian at day, villain at night kind of person.

[everybodyscupoftea]

anyone can cook

rafe cameron x reader

words: 3729

warnings: usual cursing, mentions of drugs 

synopsis: college au, four times you cook for rafe and one time he cooks for you

Growing up, your mom taught you the importance of food. For most of your childhood, you loved cooking with her. Learning family recipes, and spending time in the kitchen with her instead of doing homework was thrilling to you. As you aged, you started to resent it, feeling like your mother was perpetuating the harmful stereotype that women are meant to be in the kitchen.

And then you left school early and came home to see the shit your dad was putting your mom through and was forced to immediately take that hard pill to swallow. Perspective was a bitch. Your mom didn’t cook to please your dad, she cooked to keep him happy enough for you to be fooled. It was heartbreaking.

You decided then that you’d not take any time cooking with your mom for granted. She loved you and she wanted you to be happier than her. For her, you could certainly fucking try. It was all going great until the storm that knocked out power, rendered the kitchen useless, and drove your dad’s patience level to its breaking point.

He’d never been that angry before, at least not in front of you. You weren’t sure what to do as he lashed out at your mom and then you, without warning and in the end, without apology. Normally if you were upset, your mom would make cookies with you, letting you use cookie cutters and dirty unnecessary dishes. That time though, you had to figure it out alone.

When you got to college, your parents helped pay rent for your first apartment. It had a good kitchen with lots of room, and your mom bought you a ton of kitchen tools, pots and pans, and other cooking necessities as a graduation gift. Her and your dad helped you move in, and that night, with shaky hands, she held your face in her hands. Tears in her eyes she whispered, “Promise me you won’t stop cooking.”

You couldn’t stop your own tears as you gulped and nodded a little frantically, “Of course not, Mama.”

Rafe lived a very different life. His real mother wasn’t in the picture and his step mother didn’t really want kids, so his experience with cooking was very limited compared to yours. Coincidentally that’s how the two of you met, outside your apartment building at 11:48 p.m. while the fire department sorted out the disaster that was his dinner attempt.

You knew it was his fault because he was very carefully trying to make himself look small. The only reason you knew what had gone wrong was you overheard the fireman talking to the landlord saying it was just a small kitchen fire in 227 and wouldn’t be too much to fix.

It was really out of character, but you walked over to where he was sitting on the curb and sat down next to him, “227?”

His head turned toward you sharply, “Figured me out, huh?”

“You were trying a little too hard to look inconspicuous.”

He shrugged, “Didn’t want a bunch of angry neighbors.”

Which you understood, so you nudged his shoulder with yours, “Well, I’m not angry and I know, but I’m not so sure I’d risk it with her,” you pointed at a lady who seemed to be ranting into the phone.

The boy followed your point and winced, “Yeah maybe not. Cooking clearly isn’t for me.”

“What were you making?”

“Kraft mac and cheese.”

You let out a loud laugh, assuming it was a joke. But then he didn’t meet your eyes or laugh along and you quickly stopped laughing, “Wait actually?”

With a shrug, he answered, “No one really taught me how to cook.”

And here you had a choice. Years and years of stored up cooking knowledge, endless recipes memorized, and a fantastic kitchen begging to be used by more than one person made the choice obvious.

“Well then take this as my standing dinner invitation whenever you want. I’ll give you my number and you can let me know when you’re hungry.”

“So, you’re gonna what, teach me how to cook.”

“Well, we can start small. I’ll cook for you first.”

One:

The first time Rafe texted you was on a night you actually had a fridge full of leftovers, but the boy who lived alone with sad eyes deserved better than leftovers. Rafe knocked on the door a few minutes later and he was dressed similarly to the first time you’d seen him, in sweats and a hoodie, and his hands were folded nervously in front of him.

You let him in, and he followed you to the kitchen, “So what’s on the menu for tonight?” he asked.

“Chicken pot pie,” you told him over your shoulder. You’d turned the oven on to preheat and had the potatoes and carrots chopped already. He stood behind you, peering over your shoulder.

Before you could continue, he cut in, “Is there something I can do?”

You thought for a minute, “You can control the music. My phone is synced up to the bluetooth speaker and I have Spotify pulled up, so have at it.”

Rafe nodded and sat down as you put the veggies into a pot and added water to start boiling them. You quickly went into your cooking zone as Rafe sat quietly queuing up songs. They were from your chill playlist and you appreciated that he was sticking to your playlists, humming along every so often.

By the time you pulled the chicken and veggie mixture from the heat, Rafe was leaning forward in his seat, and he looked excited to see what you’d do next. Reaching down, you pulled out a glass pie tin and looked over at him, “After I press the crust down, will you help me pour the mixture in?”

Rafe nodded eagerly and you made quick work of the pie crust, motioning him to come around the counter. He looked hesitant for the first time since you’d started cooking, and you tried to smile reassuringly. Returning the smile, he moved closer, “What do you want me to do.”

You held out the potholders, “If you pour, I’ll scoop.”

He picked the pot up and slowly poured the mixture into the tin and you quickly scooped the stuff that didn’t pour. Rafe set the pot down and you held the second crust out to him to press on top. He mimicked your actions from earlier carefully, and you couldn’t help but smile. You showed him how to press the edges down with a fork and he did so, slowly. Covering the edges, you let Rafe put it in the oven and then led him to the living room to start a movie while the two of you waited for it to finish.

The pot pie was a family recipe, and when Rafe tried it, the look on his face made it worth him seeing the secret ingredients your mom added to jazz it up. It felt good seeing someone enjoying your cooking again.

Two:

You weren’t entirely sure the relationship Rafe had with his family, but on fried catfish night, Rafe showed up at your doorstep unexpectedly. Fortunately, you had a few extra, so you invited him in for dinner. It wasn’t exactly what he was gunning for when he showed up, but he’d never say no to your cooking.

While you battered and seasoned the fish, he vented about his dad.

“I just don’t understand how a 4.0 isn’t fucking good enough. He’ll never give me any credit as long as Sarah does well in school and plays volleyball, I just want to be good enough.”

His words pulled at your heartstrings, and you found yourself tearing up on his behalf. You paused the music that had been softly playing in the background, “Fuck your dad, you deserve better.”

Rafe laughed drily, “I’ve done some dumb shit, this is my karma. I just don’t like it.”

“I fail to see any mistakes bad enough to warrant a parent totally disregarding their child like that. Did you kill someone or something?”

He shook his head, chuckling, “No, I didn’t kill anyone. But I had a drug problem in high school. I’m clean now, but it was me attempting to get my dad’s attention and it all spiraled out of control. Clearly it didn’t work out the way I wanted it to because my dad just kicked me out.”

You were horrified, “He kicked you out?!”

“Yeah, I went from couch to couch for a while until checking myself into rehab so I could get clean. I was tired of being dependent on something and really I wanted to prove my dad wrong.”

“God, Rafe, I’m so sorry.”

He shrugged and you started heating the oil up to start frying. There was an extended pause before he softly continued, “He didn’t let me move back in, even when I showed up clean. News of everything had gotten around town and he didn’t want me to further disgrace the family name.”

Brushing a tear off your cheek, you caught his eye, “Karma will come for your dad someday. You deserve only good things, Rafe.”

With a faint smile, he tapped his fingers on the cabinet, almost nervously, “Maybe one day I’ll be able to see it that way, but for now, I just don’t.”

“I’ll keep telling you until you believe it,” you promised fiercely. And you really meant it.

You finished frying the fish, silence between the two of you. It was no longer heavy and it wasn’t as awkward as the first time, you were proud of the progress. Rafe grabbed plates from the cabinet and at your instruction, the coleslaw you had already made and stored in the fridge.

Courtesy kicked in, and you let Rafe make his plate first. You figured he deserved to feel first choice for once. He almost looked like he wanted to argue, but you weren’t about to back down, so he filled his plate and sat back at the bar, patiently waiting for you to sit down before eating.

You fixed your plate and sat down next to him before squeezing his shoulder, “Thanks for keeping me company tonight.”

Rafe laughed, “Thanks for letting me rant.”

“Anytime.”

Three:

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath and your laptop confirmed what you feared, your last bio exam had gone very poorly. It was just one test, but you weren’t used to seeing such a low grade, and you had to try really hard not to cry. Everything in you wanted to go lay down for days and forget about the rest of your classes, but the logical part of your brain texted Rafe to invite him for dinner.

He showed up not even five minutes later, and you decided breakfast sounded like the most comforting thing. You didn’t want to come across as too needy, so you didn’t mention the bad grade and tried to cover how you were actually feeling.

Unfortunately, the music you had playing gave it away. Rafe took one look at your face and the slight slump in your shoulders, and immediately wrapped you into a hug. You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting the tears, and he held you tighter.

“What happened, bud?”

“It’s nothing,” you tried to deflect, “fucked up on a bio test. We still have a few more, but it’s not a great start.”

“Which bio?”

“Molecular.”

Rafe thought for a few seconds, “I know a guy who has taken that, want me to see if I can get his notes?”

“That would be great actually.”

He smiled, “Good, now why don’t we get some happier music and get to cooking.”

And you could do that. Rafe changed to a playlist he’d made and sent to you a few weeks ago called Good Vibes for Cooking Nights and you couldn’t argue, they were good songs. A Wallows song started playing and you fell into a rhythm of pouring batter and flipping pancakes, feeling immensely better than when Rafe had first showed up.

You were thankful for him, this boy who had totally changed your life in the four months he’d known you. Four months of baring your hearts to each other in your own little ways. Rafe showing up to your apartment looking casual, not at all how he looked normally during the day. You letting him control the music and watch you cook, something so personal and special to you. It was new for the both of you.

Rafe heated up syrup while you quickly buttered the pancakes and washed some fruit for toppings. For the first time, you made your plate and sat down first. Rafe sat down next to you a few minutes later, plate heaped high with pancakes and raspberries.

After a few minutes of eating, the music being the only noise in the kitchen, Rafe turned to you, “You’re so intelligent and I don’t want you to let this one test discourage you. I know you’ll bounce back.”

“I studied so hard,” you told him, almost whispering, “I knew this was going to be hard, but I have no prior experience to fall back on, and it’s killing me.”

“But you’ll learn. Now you know how exams are structured, and you can adjust your studying habits. Next test will go great, I promise.”

You couldn’t stop it, it had been building between the two of you for months, and in your extra emotional state, you acted more rashly than normal. Setting your fork down, you turned to him and grabbed the front of his shirt. Rafe was startled, but turned to face you, not prepared for you to kiss him.

He froze and you almost regretted it, loosening your grip on his shirt, about to pull away embarrassed when he started kissing you back. Rafe tasted like syrup and raspberries, an addicting combination. Unfortunately, you eventually had to pull away to breathe, and Rafe pressed a soft kiss to your forehead while you caught your breath.

He picked his fork back up and smiled widely at you, “So that was nice.”

You blushed, “Yeah, um, sorry.”

“I’m not,” he stole a strawberry off your plate, “I didn’t want to make a move and make you uncomfortable if I was reading this whole thing wrong.”

“You, um, you weren’t reading it wrong.”

“I see that.”

Your blush deepened as he smiled wider at you. You shrugged, “So, what now?”

“Well, hopefully, now you’ll let me take you out and see where we go from there.”

“I’d like that.”

Four:

You weren’t sure if it was an out of sight, out of mind situation, but your parents planned a couple’s trip for Christmas, and you weren’t invited. Which would make this the first time in your entire life you wouldn’t spend Christmas with your family. You had mixed feelings. On one hand, you were hurt at the blatant disregard of you and your feelings, but on the other hand it gave you the chance to spend your first holiday alone with Rafe.

The two of you were eating hummus and doing homework when you decided to bring it up. He was on the floor, and you were on the couch, so you nudged his shoulder with your foot to get his attention, “How do you feel about spending Christmas together?”

He looked back at you with a wide smile, “I feel like it would be the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

You grabbed a blank sheet of paper and handed it down to him, “Write down specific foods you want.”

“What do you normally eat on Christmas?” he asked, not taking the paper.

With a shrug, you pulled the paper back, “I don’t know, we normally do gumbo and cornbread and German chocolate cake.”

Rafe grabbed your ankle, shaking your leg a few times, “Let’s do that.”

“You don’t want to add anything?” you asked, hesitant.

He bit the inside of his cheek, clearly thinking, “Maybe we could do a baked mac and cheese. We had those a lot growing up before Mom left.”

“Find me the recipe and I’ll make it for you, bub.”

With a wide smile, Rafe grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, “You’re the best.”

When Christmas finally rolled around, you woke up early to start cooking. Your mom suggested a Dutch oven, something you didn’t already own, and to buy file powder instead of trying the cornstarch method. She also told you to make the cake a day earlier so you wouldn’t have to worry about it with the rest of the food.

You worked with Christmas music playing softly in the background, focusing on making sure the flour and oil combination didn’t burn before adding the veggies. The recipe wasn’t hard, but it did require a lot of stirring and paying attention and exact timing.

By the time it was ready to start simmering for about 30 minutes, you had started boiling the pasta for the mac and cheese. That recipe was simple, and you’d been playing with the cheese topping in your own time to make the flavor blend better with the gumbo, and you were pretty sure you’d figured it out.

With practiced ease, you finished it and poured it over the pasta before setting it to bake. By then, it was time to finish the gumbo, make the cornbread, and get dressed.

Rafe showed up just as you finished getting dressed and the cornbread timer was going off. He had a key and let himself in, and you knew he could handle taking the cornbread out.

“Babe, I’m here,” he called out as he shut the timer off.

“Coming,” you yelled back, smoothing your sweater down.

By the time you finally made it to the kitchen Rafe had set all of the food on the counter and he was leaned next to it in his own sweater and jeans. He held his arms out for a hug, and you walked into them happily.

“Merry Christmas, babe,” he told you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You hummed and reached up to kiss him.

“Merry Christmas,” you told him, pulling away.

“Food looks good,” he complimented, reaching for the bowls and plates he’d gotten out.

You looked over the spread and smiled proudly, “It does, doesn’t it?”

“You want to eat on the couch and watch the Jim Carrey Grinch?”

Nodding enthusiastically, you grabbed a plate, “Fuck yes.”

The two of you settled on the couch, a gingerbread scented candle burning in the background. Rafe started the movie and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, plate in his lap. You leaned into him and let out a long breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding in. This Christmas, while out of the ordinary, was your favorite one yet.

+ One:

You got home after work, exhausted. Your apartment was dark and cold and it made you want to curl up into a ball and cry. Work had been so time consuming over the past month you’d barely seen Rafe and you missed him. But if you got the promotion your boss had been hinting at, you’d get more manageable hours and higher pay, so you were grinding it out until then.

Dropping your bag by the door, you kicked off your shoes before slowly walking to the couch. Before you could sit down, there was a knock at the door. You considered ignoring it, but it persisted, so you walked slowly back to answer.

Rafe was standing there, giant grin on his face, with a steaming pot of something which explained why he didn’t use his key. It was very surreal and you blinked a few times in confusion before letting him in. He walked past you to the kitchen and set the dish down before digging through your drawer for the matches to light your favorite candle on the counter.

“Go get changed,” he urged, “I’ll get plates set up.”

Your phone rang as you were changing into shorts and you grabbed it out of the discarded pants pocket. When you saw your boss’s name, your heart rate doubled and you answered shakily. The phone call was brief, and the gist was that you’d gotten the promotion and the next day off.

Energy immediately filled your body and you ran to the kitchen where Rafe was scooping out what looked like mac and cheese onto plates.

“Rafe!”

He looked up, startled, “What’s up?”

“I got it!”

“The promotion?” he asked, eagerly.

You nodded, beaming, and jumped into his arms when he opened them. Rafe spun you around a few times and kissed you hard. Slowly setting you back down to your feet, he deepened the kiss, your hands winding into his hair.

Rafe pulled away first, pressing soft kisses to both of your cheeks and your forehead before standing up fully. You let go of his hair and took the hand he offered to you. Leading you to the couch, he sat down and motioned for you to do the same.

“Is this mac and cheese?” you asked, poking at the food with the fork he’d brought you.

“It is. I went on snapchat earlier and realized that it’s an anniversary of sorts. I wanted to make you dinner for once since I know you’ve had a long week.”

“Anniversary?”

A faint blush rose on his cheeks and he cleared his throat, “Um, yeah, a year since we met.”

You laughed loudly, “When you set your fucking kitchen on fire making mac and cheese?”

“A year ago, today. And with your cooking help, I can now make mac and cheese without setting the kitchen on fire.”

Poking at it again, you looked up at him, almost fearing the answer, “This isn’t Kraft right?”

“Of course not,” he scoffed, “I called your mom to get her recipe.”

Biting your lip to hold back the onslaught of emotions, you took in a shaky breath, “Right. Okay. Um, I love you, Bub. And this is genuinely the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Rafe kissed your temple before lifting your chin to make you look him in the eye, “I love you too, and as crazy as it sounds, I’m glad I set my kitchen on fire.”