#there were some smart commenters agreeing that yeah that was messed up

[purple-is-great]

Finnish media: a police officer on horseback rode into someone when breaking up a protest so that the person fell down. that was fucked up and probably not allowed

People in the comment section: well it's their own fault for not moving out of the way. the police told the people to move so anything that happened after that was their own fault.

[happy74827]

Butterflies

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You know you’re screwed when you feel them fluttering in your chest {GIF Creds: jeysuso}.

WC: 717

Category: Fluff

For all my Harvey lovers out there, I made a cute fluffy quickie (I’m seeing a lot of my fics being swarmed with love so why not add to it 🤗)

『••✎••』

It happened over a bottle of bourbon. A spilled bottle, actually. But a bottle of bourbon nonetheless, and that is important to note.

You didn’t mean to spill the alcohol all over your date, but he had made some comment about how you shouldn't be wearing a dress with a plunging neckline, so you just… happened to tip the entire thing over him.

The man was furious, of course, but he left pretty quickly after that. And you were left with a mess on the floor and a waiter hovering at the side, asking if you wanted another bottle.

You told him no. You just wanted to go home.

You didn't want a new date; you didn't want to sit at this stupid table with the stupid white tablecloth, the stupid, gaudy candlesticks, or the stupid waiter with the stupid, expectant look on his face.

"Miss?"

"No, thank you," you say, a little more firmly, gathering up your things and leaving as much cash as you can on the table. If you were smart, you'd have brought an umbrella, but you're not smart, so you'll just get drenched like an idiot.

But, fortunately for you, the person calling your name knew you well enough to know you weren’t that smart.

Before a drop of water could even hit your hair, a tall, dark figure steps out in front of you and blocks the downpour. Some might consider this a gentlemanly action, but you knew the man, and he was hardly ever gentle.

"You're welcome," Harvey says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You're a pain," you reply, but you're grateful for the cover.

"And you're dateless. So, I see two options: we can have dinner and a drink back at my place, or we can do dinner and a drink back at mine."

You can't help but laugh. "Did you use this on Scottie? I see why she left. That line was bad."

"You're not going to ask how I knew you were here?"

"Nope. You probably had Louis stalk me."

"Don't talk about the puppy like that."

"So you did have him stalk me!"

"I prefer the term 'make sure you were alright,'" Harvey replies, and he holds out his arm to you. "Guy was a douche. Let me buy you dessert to make up for it. And I don’t mean in the biblical sense, although that can be arranged, too, if you'd like."

"Harvey, you’re such—"

You turned to him, ready to tell him exactly what you thought of him, but the words died when you met his eyes. Those same eyes that allured you into taking his offer at Pearson Hardman. The same eyes that made you agree to work with him on the case despite your better judgment.

In a flash, you saw the whole thing: your first meeting, the cases, the laughs, the looks, the touches. And now, the moment.

When you were younger, the term butterflies had never really made sense to you. The idea of feeling them in your stomach seemed ridiculous, and yet, there you were, feeling them for the very first time.

They were all fluttering around inside of you, and all you could think was, "Oh, no."

And as if the universe had heard you, it suddenly stopped raining, and you both stood there in the middle of the street, the moon casting a warm light on your faces.

Harvey noticed it, too, and his expression softened. His usual cockiness was replaced with a gentle concern. "You okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "Yeah."

Harvey reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his hand lingering a moment longer than it needed to. He gave you that signature grin and asked, "You look like a velvet cake kind of girl. Am I right?"

He was right.

Goddamnit, he was right.

And as he swaddled you in his coat to keep you warm as you both went back inside, the anger and confusion you felt earlier melted into a quiet, warm glow.

Date night had not gone according to plan, but when his lips met yours and your hands slid through his soft, brown hair, you realized that, perhaps, sometimes, it was good to deviate from the plan.

The butterflies seemed to agree.

[midnightanxietytm]

I read your blurb about the reader helping Mabel feel comfortable about her experiences with kissing so far. It was such a sweet and funny blurb and you captured Mabel’s personality so well! That combination of hopeful, nervous, brave, and a bit self deprecating for Mabel can be difficult. I’m also excited to learn more about the reader. I found the commentary for land before swine to connect the dots for myself. The background and the blurb were such a good fit!

I really like the reader and how she feels comfortable expressing her silly side with Mabel. I’m curious how Dipper would interact with her. I think the reader humanizing Stan or Ford with stories from their youth or being a person for Dipper to talk about his theories would be fun.

It would even be interesting if the reader told a story about Stan that he didn’t remember. I don’t recall if the reader and Stan got along or knew each other when they were younger.

I think having a window into Stan and ford’s pasts would be such a interesting dynamic to see with the other characters. I think Wendy would readily accept and encourage the chaos.

Bruh I self insert sooo bad in my Reader x cannon stuff im glad to hear that its still likable. When I wrote "He takes his whiskey neat" I had it in my head that Reader met Ford in College, moved to Gravity Falls with him and After the portal incident they stuck around to help Stan rebuild the portal. For the "kissy faces" I tought that they could have met in the last year of high school and gone to college together.

I haven't given much tought to a reader and Stan relationship but i think they would be the scammers of the century honestly, I think my reader has a lot of charisma aand charm to them, and they’re also real smart, so yeah sufice to say they are a dangerous combination

As for Reader and Dipper I have another Blurb for ya!

Academic weapon

“It’s looking great, Dipper!” You compliment the boy with a smile; “You have some minor formatting issues with your sources, but otherwise you've got the oxford model down to a T!” He beamed up at you, his latest summer essay in your hands, complete with formatting and research, got him a lot of teasing comments from his sister and Stan, but Dipper didn’t give up, and you agreed to give him a small summer course on scientific method. It was safe to say you believe Dipper would be way ahead of his peers the next school period, not to toot your own horn.

“It’s funny, honestly. Your grunkle Ford’s essays were such a mess and yours are so neat! Guess the apple does fall far From the tree sometimes.” You say while affectionately messing his hair. Dipper laughs in turn.

“Yeah even his journals are a mess, I guess they look cool tho, Mabel says it adds to his ‘aesthetic’...” He says, fixing Up his hat.

“Oh it’s totally for the aesthetic of the journal!” You agree with a grin. “But with his thesis? There he was just being stubborn…” And you tilt your head down to whisper in a conspiratorial tone. “Wanna know a secret?”

Dipper leaned in, nodding vigorously. “Ford paid me and Fidds more than once to format and rewrite entire papers for him.”

“IT WAS ONE TIME DAMMIT!” Yelled Ford suddenly from the doorway. Dang, you should have whispered lower. Ford does have a talent to walk in whenever you gossip about him.

Dipper bursts out laughing, and you follow.

[stefanmikaleson1864]

The Love Interest

Danny Brackett X Reader 

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this !! If you like my work please comment like and re blog it means a lot to see interactions on my work. 

Y/N POV 

Living in New York was a dream. It was all you ever wanted sense you could remember.

 The lights the fast action paced it felt like you belonged here. You also met a great group of friends a long the way. 

Honestly if you asked where you meant them you couldn’t tell them. It was like you all just kind of found each other.

 Which was nice because you didn’t have a lot of family. Your parents weren’t around so it was just you. 

Your parents weren’t the best your mom had a ton of issues going on and she always found a way to self medicate.

 In the most conventional way.  Your father well let’s just say for now he was well known and not for the reasons you would like. 

They always said it was for the best and they were keeping their space in order to protect you.

 But you never understood because if they loved you then you would find a way to protect the ones you loved. 

At least you weren’t alone because now you finally had a family after all these years. 

There was even a love interest mixed in there. Danny lived across the hall and he was so smart and kind and sexy af. 

You had a massive crush on him but you of course would never tell him that. Every time he walked up to you or had a small conversation with him you would always clam up. 

Never in a million years would ever think you stood a chance so you just let it go so your feelings didn’t get hurt. 

Lately though everyone was on edge so you didn’t get to talk to him that much. 

There was a new ghost face going around town. You knew all about the stab movies and never in a million years did you think you would hear about it again in real time. 

It was hard to tell right now if it was the real deal or some sort of copycat. 2 people were murdered so far and both time witness said it was a ghostface killer. They were also people you knew which sent shivers down your spine. 

It also left this sick feeling in your stomach that you just couldn’t pass down. 

So all of your friends decided to come over to yours to keep you safe. Now you seen all the stab movies so you weren’t sure if that was such a good idea but you didn’t have the balls to tell them no either.

Either way it just seemed like a rough situation.

 You were home alone now trying to semi clean up the mess before they got there. You were watching tv the background noise made you feel a little better. 

There was a feeling the air that made it hard to shake and you didn’t know if you were worried about nothing or if you had a right to be. 

Suddenly the phone rang and you could feel your heart beating. You thought it was going to jump out of your chest and you could feel the adrenaline running through your body. 

You slowly walked over to the phone it felt like each step you took was a mile long. Finally you reached the phone and answered it. 

It was silent on the other line just some heavy breathing. Finally you mustard enough courage to answer the phone. 

“Hello” You said shaikly and breathy 

“Hello Y/N how are you got any fun plans for tonight” The iconic voice every knew to well rang through. 

“What the fuck do you want” You said trying not to let this sicko know how scared you were really are. 

“I’m just trying to have some fun tonight it’s big a long time coming don’t you agree” The person said. 

“Yeah well my idea of fun night is fucking you up” You said walking towards the kitchen trying to get the biggest knife you could find. 

You pulled it out slowly and quietly and then started walking around the apartment. 

“Well if this is all you wanted i really need to go” You said into the phone. 

“Come on Y/N I thought we were having fun and I know your alone so you really don’t have anywhere to go do you know”  They said. 

“How the hell do you know I’m alone” You asked trying to conceal the panic in your voice but probably doing a bad job at it. 

“Hmm I know a lot of things about you” The voice said. 

You didn’t answer him right away you just kept walking around the apartment with the knife in your hand checking to see if they were there. I mean if they were you didn’t have any clue on what you were gonna do about it. 

Suddenly a knock on the door made you jump out of your own skin. You slowly walked over to the door with the knife in the air. 

You prayed in your head that it was all just a joke and you weren’t about to be murdered. 

You slowly opened it up and was scared shit less when your friends jumped in and screamed at you. 

You dropped the knife and then hung up the phone and threw it on the couch. Your friends looked at you with a confused look on their face. 

“What the hell happened to you” Jace asked. 

“Which one of you was it” You asked

“What the hell are you talking about” Emily asked. 

“Stop fucking with me right now” You yelled. 

“Whoa calm down we just wanted to scare you a little what the hell is going on” Dylan asked. 

“Someone called me with the you know voice” You said moving your hands around in the air 

“It was someone just probably fucking with you” Jace said 

“I don’t know it felt different they knew I was alone” You said 

“A lucky guess come on half of the people in new york live alone” Emily said. 

“Yeah maybe what ever” You said. 

You walked over on the couch and plopped down and tried to calm down your beating heart. There was something in the air that was still leaving you on edge. 

Dylan walked over to you and sat down. She grabbed your hand and looked at you with a worried face. 

“Babe come on talk to me are you okay” She asked. 

“Yeah that phone call just scared me a little” You said honestly. 

She then flung herself on you and laid on you resting her head on your chest. It did help you feel a little better. 

“Don’t worry Y/N were protect you from the big bad killer” Jace said. 

You rolled your eyes at them and laughed a little. The rest of them threw all their pillows and stuff all over the floor and made themselves at home. 

The only person you were missing now was Danny. You couldn’t help but keep thinking how nice it would be if he were there with you. 

You all were lounged around watching tv and playing all on your phones. You felt better now that they were they with you it did make you feel a bit safer if you were thinking about it. 

 A couple of hours had passed and the night was pretty quiet. You all had ordered hella food in and was watching movies all night. 

You were getting tired and wanted to go bed. When suddenly there was a loud noise coming from the background. 

Dylan who was still laying with you on the couch jumped up and looked scared. Everyone else just kind of looked at each other. Everyone was to stunned to move. You grabbed the knife that you placed on the table and got up. 

You suddenly had some self confidence and slowly walked towards where the noise was coming from. 

You could feel your heart beating out if it’s chest and your entire body was shaking. All you could keep thinking was please god don’t let me die. 

The noise kept getting louder and louder as you made your way closer.. 

Suddenly a hand was placed on your back and you felt your soul leave your entire body.  The only thought you had in this moment was please god don’t take me home. 

Then a soothing and recognisable voice said something to you

“Baby what’s going I heard screaming and noises” Danny said to you. 

You felt a million times better knowing it was just him. You turned around and looked at him and he had a worried look all over his face. 

You could feel a weight being lifted off your chest to see him. 

“I think he’s here and i think he’s in the room” You said the worry in your voice. 

“Who’s here” Danny asked confusion in his voice. 

“Ghostface” Was all you able to get out. 

“How and why do you think that” He asked 

“I got a phone call earlier and I thought maybe it was just a prank so I didn’t say anything now I’m freaking out” You said 

“Okay calm down call the cops and get everyone out of here” Danny said 

“No wait what about you” You asked 

“I’ll be fine I’m gonna go check it out” Danny said 

“Like hell you are not alone two of us have better odds” You said 

“Y/N” he started.. 

“No i’m not letting you do this alone” You said firmly to him 

He looked like he was gonna argue but you gave him a face that said you better not start anything. 

He walked in front of you and kept a hand on you at all times. Why did you have to be a nice person and go. Maybe you should have ran out. But hopefully someone out there already called 911. 

It felt like the way to the room was taking forever. 

Finally you reached the room and Danny opened it slowly. You closed you eyes and silently prayed to your self. 

You opened up and saw your worst nightmare right in front of you. Ghostface was standing in the centre of the room with a knife in his hand. 

Your heart stopped beating and your face went pale white. You were waiting for those flight or fight response to kick in. 

“Fuck you want” You heard Danny yelled. 

And you were a little upset with him because why you mess with this man. 

Ghostface didn’t even say anything he just titled his head a little and then ran towards y’all with a knife. Danny closed the door and the both of you bolted out of the way. 

When you got to the living room everyone was kind of scattered and you didn’t even remember if you yelled anything you tried your best to run to the door. 

Suddenly you felt someone grab the back of you and pushed you on the ground hard. You could feel the stinging in your head and you had double vision. 

You tried your best to gather yourself but it was hard. Your whole entire body felt weak. 

All you heard faintly was someone yelling in the background your name. 

You felt hands on you again and at this point you were to messed up again. When they lifted you up yor head leaned back and you saw it was Danny. He was trying to drag you out of there. 

Suddenly the lights went out and you could feel him gently put you back down. You kept wanting to close your eyes but you knew a hell of a lot better. 

There was blood curling screams that were let out and it was hard to tell who it was. 

Finally it felt like your flight or fight kicked in because then you stood up so fast that you forgot you were hurt. 

You tried to look around but you could’t see anything. You tried to remember where everything was in the apartment so you could at least leave or turn on the lights. 

Making your way to the wall after scrambling what felt like a while. You turned on the lights and you were shocked and sick to your stomach to see Jace in the middle of the living dead. He was covered in stab wounds and there was blood everywhere. 

He was one of your best friends and you were so crushed and gutted right now. Everyone was looking around at each other wondering what the hell to do and who the hell could have done it. 

You did the only thing you could think of was to run out of the apartment and get the hell out of there. You weren’t even sure who followed behind you but you didn’t stop running. 

You reached the elevator and it wasn’t coming no matter how many times you pushed the button. 

So you started knocking on doors screaming help but no one really answered. So you took the fire escape stairs. You were running so fast you weren’t sure how you didn’t fall. Finally after 6 flights you made it. 

But of course life wasn’t going to be that easy. The doors were tied from the outside and you couldn’t make your way out. 

You pulled on the doors and banged but one came. No one was even leaving their apartment so you weren’t sure what to do.

You ran towards the other end then you ran into Danny or more like crashing into him. 

“Whoa are you okay” He asked grabbing you and looking you up and down.

“The door is locked from the outside and we can’t go anywhere” You yelled out all in one breath. 

“OKay we need to hunker down somewhere and try and play it lowkey until help comes okay I called the cops” Danny said. 

You heard more blood curdling screams and you froze up in fear again. Suddenly Emily came running down the fire escape and was covered in blood. She looked at you scared and upset. 

“What happened” You asked 

“Dylan Is dead” She said

“What how “ was all you could get out. 

“Ghostface we tried to get out but we couldn’t” Emily said.

You looked over at Danny and his face looked like he wasn’t believing what she was putting out. 

“Where did this happen” He asked. 

“In the apartment” She said in a defensive manner 

“Why didn’t you run out” Danny asked 

“We tried but” Emily said but he cut her off’ 

“Nah something ain’t adding up here” He said 

“Come on now we weren’t there to know what happened” You said trying to defuse the situation. 

Suddenly you could feel your heart pounding again when you looked over Emily’s shoulder and there was Ghost face coming up behind her. 

“Fuck everyone Run” Danny yelled. 

You both did not follow that advice because you both instead slowly backed away scared to make any sudden movements. 

He ran up behind Emily who just looked confused. Ghost face ran up behind her and started stabbing her over and over again. Her scream filled the hallways and you were frozen in fear at the scene in front of you. 

Then Emily started laughing and it scared the hell out of you

Danny placed his whole body in front of you. And you couldn’t get anything out of your mouth because you were in complete shock. 

“What the hell” Danny said

 “Did I get you how was my performance” Emily asked. 

“Why what’s going on” You asked 

“What do you mean i think it’s pretty obvious don’t you think” Emiy said 

Ghost face just started walking closer to yall slowly and you both kept just taking steps back. You backed up all the way into the wall at the end of the hallway. You were shaking in fear and honestly thought this was going to be it .

Ghostface slowly lifted off his mask to show the shock of a lifetime when Jace pulled off the mask. 

Why the hell would either of them want to be involved in what motive would you have. 

“Are you not putting this together” Jace laughed 

“I’m sorry you want me to the pieces together ? Fuck you” You yelled walking past Danny and looking them straight in the eye.

You felt more anger than fear because why would they do something like this. 

“Let me break it down for you hunnie. You made it real easy we set you up” Emily said

“Why would you want to do that” You asked 

“Why the Fuck not we wanna be famous” Jace yelled

“We know who you are we tracked you down on purpose we knew your mom wouldn’t miss an opportunity to come down and get a story.” Jace said 

“What the hell is going on” Danny said 

“My mom is Gale Weathers and My dad is Dewey Riley they were a part of the Orginial Stab” You said 

“Woah really” Danny said 

“Yeah now you can see why I don’t talk about but them but damn they were right they were obsessed with Ghost face always telling me not to trust anyone I couldn’t take it anymore so I left home and came here” You said.

“Well damn you should have listened to mommy and daddy then” Emily said. 

“Now were gonna be famous” Jace said. 

you could feel your heart beating out of it’s chest and you were saying every prayer you coils. 

Then suddenly you saw over both their shoulders a familiar face and you felt relief and happiness when you saw who it was. 

“Not today mother fuckers” Dewey yelled. 

He pulled his gun out and Shot Jace first in the shoulder and then Emily looked over and ran over towards him. 

Your dad then shot her to and she fell down. A couple more police officers came in behind after him.

Dewey ran over to you and wrapped you in a big hug. You hugged him back tight so grateful that he was there for you. 

“Moms out front don’t worry pumpkin she’s alone not with the circus” He said in a soothing voice. 

The hug broke apart and he gave you a loving look. Then he looked over at danny and his mood suddenly changed and you knew what he was thinking. 

“No no dad this is Danny he’s okay he’s one of the good ones” You said 

‘I don’t trust the love interest” He said 

“Who said he was the love interest” You said confused. 

“Come on now beautiful man like him I know you sweet pea he’s your type “ Dewey said 

You could feel your face heating up from embarrassment.

“Now is not the time now let’s go” You said. 

You ran out keeping your head up trying not to look down at the sight on the floor. You made your way down the hallway and then made your way outside. 

You looked around to see if you could see your mom anywhere. Suddenly you saw her looking in the street. 

“Mom i’m here” You yelled 

She ran over to you and grabbed you in a big hug.

“Omg sweetheart thank god your okay” Gale yelled. 

“Yeah no thanks to dad” You said 

“How did you even know what was going on” You asked 

“ we follow ghost face news saw he was here in New York I’m good at my job knew you were here to” Gale said 

“Of course but now I guess I’m actually” You started 

“Greatful now go look the love interest is waiting” Gale said 

You ran over to Danny and pulled him into a big hug and he hugged you back tight. 

“Thank you so much”You said to him as the hug broke apart. 

“For what” He said smiling down at you

“I mean you risked your life for mine” You said 

“Of course always for you” Danny said. 

“Now your dad was wrong about one thing i gotta point out though” Danny said 

“What’s that” You asked 

“Your my life interest” danny said 

“Shut up no I’m not” You said 

“Come on someone good looking as you it’s hard not to fall in love” Danny said. 

He leaned down and kissed you and you kissed him back feeling butterflies in your stomach. 

The kiss broke and he looked down and smiled at you. 

“I still don’t trust you” Dewey yelled over

“He’s never going to” You said 

“I can work on it” You said. 

The moment was then ruined when crime scene walked out with a body bag. You got a sick feeling and upset all over again remembering about poor Dylan she didn’t deserve what happened. 

Gale and Dewey walked over to you.  They wrapped their arms around you and gave you a squeeze.

“We know sweetheart but it’s gonna be okay were here for you” Dewey said 

Danny also gave your hand a squeeze. 

That’s the problem with Stab movies they never show what happens after. How the hell do you just move on. But thank god you had people who were there for you. 

“Let’s hope to hell there isn’t a sequel” Gale said.

[yoongisleftearring]

part twenty-two: the disappointment I feel is immeasurable

D O N ’ T T E L L !

pairing: Oni!Seungmin x Werewolf!reader x Siren!Hyunjin

-> in which after witnessing something you shouldn’t have, a particularly intimidating Oni forces you to keep his secret only to tangle you up in their mess

word count: 1.5k

a/n: okay NOW we're getting somewhere

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You had agreed to meet with Seungmin, but for some reason, Hyunjin decided to walk you into their shared dorm room and walked out, locking the door behind him. 

And so, you stared at a fidgeting Seungmin, his thumbs twirling around each other as he tried to look at you but ended up darting his eyes around every surface in the room. He sat on his bed, knees crossed. His hair was messy, and he just looked tired.

"You spoke with Hyunjin?" he spoke first, breaking the silence.

"Yeah," you offered.

"Do you want to sit down?" He asked, and you could hear the apprehension in his voice, that little tremble.

"I'd rather get this over with," you sighed. He nodded curtly. A heavy silence hung in the air until Seungmin sucked in a breath, finally ready to explain himself.

"I didn't really like you, at the start," Seungmin begins, and you suck in a breath. Hell of a way to start an apology. "I just saw you as a threat, I guess, that I had to deal with," he shrugged half-heartedly. "Hyunjin knew there was something up from the start."

"What?" you reply, growing closer to sit on Hyunjin's bed opposite him. 

"I may have been slightly obsessed, hence the blackmail folder," he grimaces. "But as time passed, I somehow forgot why I was doing this in the first place, and I actually wanted to be with you, hang out with you."

"But, you kept it."

"I did. And I shouldn't have, but would you believe me if I told you I forgot I even made it?" he questions.

"You forgot I was basically in love with your boyfriend?" you reply, unconvinced.

"Well, no. Not that part." he chuckles slightly. "I didn't feel like I needed it anymore. I knew I could trust you, so it was just another unimportant thing," he continues. "I never meant for it to get out. I would never want to hurt you." His words startle you. Those were words to be uttered to someone you loved and cared for, not you.

"So," you stutter out. "How did it get out?"

"You're gonna think I'm stupid," he groans.

"Humour me."

"I left my computer unlocked in the library. Someone must have jumped on and seen it, then sent it to the gossip sites." You stared at the man, unblinking, trying to process the words that had just escaped his lips.

"You have to be joking?"

"Unfortunately, I'm not. Look, I know it's unbelievable, but I'm smart. You don't think I would come up with a better excuse if I were actually lying?" He tries.

"I'm starting to doubt that whole smart thing," you mumble just loud enough for him to hear.

"Yeah, well, me too." He comments. "I'm sorry," he says, looking directly into your eyes now. "I really am. I care about you and never wanted to hurt you." Again. The way he spoke. It conveyed a deep fondness that you weren't sure you deserved. It confused you, and you weren't sure if you were imagining things. Or maybe, people normally speak about their friends that way?

"Okay."

"Okay?" he parrots.

"Call me stupid, but I can forgive a stupid mistake. But by god, Seungmin, if I ever find out you actually did this or you do something stupid again? I'll tear your oesophagus from your throat with my bare teeth."

"That's hot," he says, but he smiles sweetly, his grin wide and eyes sparkling once again. You stand to offer a hand out to him.

"Shake on it," you explain. He quickly stands and looks down at your outstretched hand before he grabs your wrist and brings it back down by your side, pulling you into him in one swift movement. You were shocked, Seungmin was never one for skinship, but you wouldn't begin to question him, especially not now when he was so warm. His arms wrapped around you, and your face sat in the crook of his neck. It was relaxing, really. It was all him. All you could smell. All you could feel. He pulled away slightly to look into your eyes, and you felt your breath hitch. His eyes were so beautiful, a dark ocean of brown that seemed to glimmer in the dim light of the dorm. His lashes looked so soft, so delicate. Your eyes flickered down to his lips. They looked so soft, so-

What were you doing? This man had a boyfriend.

You pull away from him further, peeling your body away from his. His cheeks seem to be a shade warmer than usual, but you choose to ignore it. 

"You don't need to be scared, you know," you speak in an attempt to get your mind off him.

"What?" 

"They'll accept you. How could they not? You have an amazing group of friends, and they love you. They just want you to be you," you voiced. He nodded slowly, and you could see that he was thinking deeply, but you could see that he was starting to believe it. You could see it in the way he talked to Hyujin. You could see it in the way he held himself. It was like he wasn't as scared anymore.

"Hyunjin!" you exclaim loudly, startling Seungmin and making him jump and stare at you with wide eyes. He was well and surely snapped from his thoughts. The dorm door opened then, revealing a sheepish-looking Hyunjin.

"Please don't tell me you were standing out there listening this whole time," Seungmin groaned.

"I won't say anything then," Hyunjin replied. Seungmin sighed, obviously not overly surprised by his boyfriend. "Someone had to make sure you didn't fuck it up again!"

"I'll kill you."

"I'd like to see you try."

▪︎▪︎▪︎

"So, what now?" Jeongin asked as he shoved a whole bagel inside his mouth, endless crumbs escaping his lips as he did so. You grimaced. You hoped nobody else inside this cafe was subjected to the atrocity that was Yang Jeongin attempting to whole in one a breakfast bagel.

"What do you mean 'what now'?" You sipped on your smoothie as you looked at your best friend like he was stupid.

"Seriously?" He looked at you with wide eyes as his mouth hung open, now thankfully void of food. "Hyunjin knows you have feelings for him. Seungmin is not hiding his crush on you that well, and, honestly, you aren't baring too well on that front either."

"Seungmin- He what?" you laughed as if your best friend had just told one of his best jokes. But he wasn't smiling. 

"This is getting old," he rolled his eyes. "Seungmin has been like non-stop simping over you since you gave him another chance, and you're telling me the man doesn't have feelings for you?"

"That's just friendly stuff because he feels bad," you shake your head. Jeongin huffs.

"So, are you still fake dating?"

"Well, we haven't really talked about it, but yeah, I think so," you reply.

"Oh god, the disappointment I feel is immeasurable," he groans. "When are you going to stop? On their wedding day? At the altar?"

"Now you're just being dramatic," you chuckle.

"Nope. That's it. I've finally had enough of your dumbbitchery," he exclaims, and you gasp. "You never even tried to deny you having feelings for Seungmin."

"We've been over this," you sigh.

"Yes. Which is exactly how I know you have feelings for Seungmin," he counters.

"Well, even if hypothetically, I did have feelings for him, which I don't, just so we're clear," you offer. "Even then, it wouldn't mean anything because I don't know if you realised, but they're kinda in a relationship."

"Ever heard of gangbanging?" he says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. You let out a shriek and let your head drop into your palms.

"Remind me to make Chan regulate your internet usage, please."

"No, but I have a point," he continues.

"What?"

"You have feelings for the both of them. Seungmin has feelings for you, so... the next step is to get Hyunjin to fall for you, and suddenly, you're a throuple." He smiles, so proud of himself for coming up with a solution for you. You laughed it off as another crazy thing the boy says, but you can't help but think over his words as you lay in bed that night. 

It's unconventional, but everything about you and the rest of the people here was unconventional. The question of whether you should bury your feelings for Hyunjin, which had been ruminating since your first year in this school, and ignore your newly established feelings for his boyfriend or somehow try to seduce the two into making you a part of their relationship hung heavy over you. It was crazy. It really was.

From beside you, the screen of your phone lit up. 

A text from Hyunjin that simply read, 'We'll see you tomorrow'. 

Your mind was made up.

[amylynnorg]

Credited in Author's Note in Soul Sister: The Ani Maxima Files #8

December 17, 2018

You can buy the book here: https://www.amazon.com/Soul.../dp/B07LGF5QXH/ref=sr_1_8

I just wanted to take a moment to thank my loyal readers. While you might be simply enjoying a novel or perhaps even a series such as this one, you may fail to realize that you are sharing in someone else’s wild imagination. As a matter of fact, you might as well be like Sky, gathering up some dolls and saying ‘Yeah, I guess I’ll share this moment of imagination with you!’ That’s a good trait to have, especially if you have children or grandchildren. I’m a lucky father of two and a blessed husband of 23 years so far. And as the one who you agreed to share your time with, I can’t thank you enough. I’m also still a child at heart, so thank you for taking the time to share in my imaginary universe.

I hope you don’t mind if I share a little history. No, mine is nothing special, but I do have some important insight that you might be interested in. I hope you’ll agree. I had three other siblings growing up and my family didn’t have much money. As the next to the youngest, I found myself sort of separated from my older two siblings. At the same time, my little sister sort of idolized me and I never understood why. As a child, I had naturally become closest to my little sister and ultimately, we had a lot in common anyway. She always wanted someone to play with, so she had often gone out of her comfort zone to play GI Joes with me. I was smart enough to realize that those armored warriors were suddenly spending a lot of their time developing relationships with each other and hanging out at the park. Duke was suddenly visiting Scarlet and Baroness in the hopes of getting a long-term relationship going. Before long, I was taking my full size Superman and Aquaman dolls and playing along with her Barbie Dolls. My sister and I had imaginations that were very similar. Unfortunately, absolutely everyone in my household frowned upon it. I was a boy and she was a girl! Neither of us were acting appropriately. A boy doesn’t play with dolls and a girl doesn’t play with GI Joes! Although I later realized this probably wasn’t entirely true, my own mother told me that we had actually moved to another house in order to get me away from the two neighbor girls.

Why?

Finally, come Junior High, my brother made me feel that I had to cut off all contact with the female world and that ultimately included my little sister. This, compounded with my mother’s comment about moving, was the final straw. I apparently had to completely shut down my imagination. I couldn’t do that! There were stories galore in my head! My head was bursting, so I finally took out some notebook paper and a pencil and I started writing out these GI Joe stories and alien stories. I started writing out these battles, but at the same time, I had to make sure their home lives were going alright. After all, these are the stories my sister and I had always invented. Duke went out to kill the bad guys, but his wife wanted to talk when he came home. And sometimes, his wife went out and fought the bad guys with him. We had always had some well-rounded battles going on!

I guess I’m sharing this to explain that you really never know what’s going on in your child’s head. My family assumed that I was messed up because I loved to share in my sister’s universe and she loved to share in mine. I’m sure at one time, she wondered why I’d abandoned her and started scribbling in my notebooks. Little did she know that she had contributed a lot to the writer that I am today. Heck, I’m currently writing about a girl who loves to play with dolls while piling up blankets to make these imaginary worlds realistic! Guess what – I did that with my little sister and today I feel I’m a fairly normal Christian father and husband of over 20 years! If it weren’t for the many stories we created on the living room carpet, I could very well be writing emotionless lackluster war stories today.

Scott has over 60 books for sale on Amazon and is a leader in Science Fiction sales.

[twinkodium]

It’s a pleasure and a fresh air, hearing unbiased opinions.

Could’ve been a better result if they double stack them, but we can be smart after the whole thing went down, I’m not sure if I could make smart decisions under the same amount of pressure 😭

We’re kinda hard on them but true. The big jump they’ve down last year and this ever since Miami, they were not prepared for being title contenders so early and they stuck in the midfield kind of thinking. I agree, but also rb is in the title fight for a long time, they know how to make quick and smart decisions even tho they made so many mistakes this year too, when they were under pressure. I believe McLaren can improve for next year and looking back to this year as a learning experience.

Ferrari took a step forward with the strategy calls but also they needed like 2 years to make it happen..

I assume they just weren’t prepared for it to happen and it caught them by surprise they need to settle in the job more comfortably. Winning the wcc will help with the confidence and next year they can come back and win it again with smart decisions and managing their drivers better, and not because their rivals lacked too in some areas. Sadly yes! They need to learn how to make decisions with their drivers being involved, putting less pressure on them to make the calls while also driving around… but I also understand the team views on listening all side and decide accordingly.

Yeah, and everyone is attacking the team for making questionable decisions but no one really think outside the box and maybe it’s what the drivers want too. Neither wants to win a race because of team orders, hence why the Baku win for Oscar felt so much better than Hungary. He worked for it really hard. Damn, well said. No matter how much hate and love he gets, his biggest and worst enemy will always remain himself 🥲

Some of the stuff Andrea says just fuels the haters more and they really should focus on their statements more carefully. It’s getting comical.

I agree with some of the commentators saying that drivers should know the rules but also so much going on in their heads and overall, the team should remind them what to do, especially when seeing stroll in the gravel should already raised the issue and idea of an aborted start.

Charles wanted to be smart but the others already made the mistake so he had to follow 😅

Can’t wait for more improvement in the papaya department! Tbh if McLaren doesn’t mess up I don’t see any of them leaving the team, certainly not Lando. Oscar is a harder case, he’s not emotionally attached to the team yet (at least not as much as Lando).

Yeah, I expected it to be the plan, pulling a bigger gap and switching them, not risking anyone to overtake them. I assumed they talked about more than one plan before the race, but I could be wrong.

I didn’t say Oscar isn’t a great defender, because he showed he is, in Monaco and in Baku, Lando just has more experience and can hold on a little longer. Once again McLaren put them in a questionable situation 😅

Oh clearly, and it’s making me nervous and fuming on Lando’s behalf. If he dnfs in one of the upcoming races, Max surely gets the title. And I noticed how he races fair and more gently with other drivers but when Lando is near, madmax is coming back.

It’s easy to say that when you have overtake your teammate, and two of the drivers who is signed with the sister teqm, and all the others have slower cars. I think Oscar didn’t expect max to divebomb like that, and it caught him by surprise but also he didn’t seem to be fast enough to hold him up for longer than turn 3, where max is majestic on the outside line. So in a normal race, he could’ve defend against him fairly, but in the wet race McLaren pace was nowhere.

Obviously luck was on his side that day with the free pitstop and only Ocon being ahead of him. Who was fast at some point but nowhere near the rb’s speed.

Happy that they actually had a nice Saturday with the sprint and even better Friday with the sprint quali 🥰

That’s actually a wonderful idea, do you have any name suggestions to use as a tag? Same to you! Enjoying the convo a lot! And I assume it’ll happen more if you post your opinions after races.

My take on a certain part of the McLaren fandom:

Every tag I open I see parasocial behavior.

Let's just touch grass and stop it. It prevents people from enjoying the sport without cringing (and, moreover, be happy for a team's success).

Why do I have to mute stupid tags (anti...) and block people in order to appreciate F1 in peace? Why do people do not understand that this is an highly mechanical/engineering sport and not only a driving sport? Why do you not understand that drivers are humans too?

But mostly, why does it seem so difficult to root for an entire TEAM?

Like, can't we JUST collectively appreciate everything that happened today? Just for once.

Like:

1. Oscar's sprint pole was a significant milestone for him and his career. (And i would love to see him win the sprint). Although he's still a rookie, he's developing into a really good driver (just needs one or two more years to settle down). Also, he has been maturing a lot since the start of the season and you can see that in the way he speaks about the whole "papaya rules" situation (still hate it, no team orders please... Just tell him to not crash both cars.) now compared to before the summer break. (please Oscar, do not let Mark Webber's delusions get into your brain. Thanks.) Also, nice helmet. Love it.

2. Lando finally looks serene and at ease without succumbing to anxiety for other's expectations. (He also seems to not be willing to give a f*ck about WDC, good for him). I'm also really happy that he's back to eating/drinking before races and can finally enjoy driving again. (Noticed him eating an energy bar before the race in Mexico)

I also noticed that he, just like Oscar, matured A LOT this year, especially after the summer break. (Speaking of the elephant in the room: Despite the team's apparent indifference, I still think that WDC can be achieved if he chooses to. Even if they're not interested in helping him due to different priorities or contract clauses)

And no, he is definitely a First Driver. If you think otherwise you are just living in a delusion, sorry. Telemetry, just like Math, is not an opinion.

Like, look at the last qualy time he did (and aborted) before pitting.

(the green lap records are the last sectors performances set by the driver. Look at them. Just look.)

And yes, if he gets the points he deserves a WDC, if he wants to. He IS a really good driver.

Mentality is a concept as old (and toxic) as Helmut Marko. Please, don't be like him.

3. We are finally seeing what the upgrades were for... Especially after whatever Austin was. (And yes guys, BOTH of the drivers have had the upgrades since Austin. Oscar just got 6 upgrades out of 7 at that time... Not none. Sorry to burst your bubble.)

And no, the upgrades DIDN'T actually upgraded the car's overall performances in Austin, you can clearly see that from the data. They purposely sacrificed it for the next races. See this:

https://f1i.com/news/521800-mclaren-explains-decision-to-delay-updated-floor-in-austin.html

Also they took risks with the floor too in Mexico. And no, they didn't give it to Norris because they hate Piastri. They give it to him mainly because he is more experienced and can provide useful data during practice while Oscar still needs to improve this skill.

4. Also, the team has done a great job in finding a way to change the banned rear wing without compromising performance and exceeding the spending cap. Love it. (also they made a new beam wing configuration specifically for Interlagos and it, apparently, works really well!)

I'm still not convinced that we currently have the best car on the grid (Ferrari looks really solid anywhere) but it's already better than the rocky start we got in US.

Not gonna lie, the moment they sprayed the WHOLE side of the car with the flow-vis in Austin i was like "goddammit, no improvements"... So I'm relieved that it wasn't the case (better sacrifice a race than discard the upgrades package entirely like Ferrari did in Silverstone).

WCC wise, I just hope that today they don't do something silly risking two MCL38 in a multi21. (And that we get some good strategies... Hopefully... Ok, I think I need to start pray some ancient god for that.)

And what If they multi21? Well, it would be really entertaining, but I don't think Lando wants to risk points/DNF for that. It's just not his style. (Mentality again? Go to bed grandpa... And take your medicines)

Let's be healthy fans, guys. Not parasocial delulus. We can rant about McLaren shenanigans TOGETHER.

Like, YES, i'm still convinced that the strategy team/management team is doing a real poor job this year. Both in managing the races and managing the drivers. (Including Bortoleto's contract clauses...)

And last (and least?), I loved the Google chromed livery aesthetically... HATED it aerodynamically. You won't be missed. Sorry Google, I had to say it.

Thank you for reading my rant. Love y'all (even if you don't agree with me)!

[38riku]

FROM ME TO YOU | EREN Y. & ARMIN A.

synopsis: eren let’s armin fuck his girlfriend as a birthday gift.

warnings: 18+ content minors do not interact; gagging, unprotected sex, voyeurism, oral (m. receiving), hair pulling

EREN grit his teeth as he watched you giggle for the umpteenth time at something ARMIN had said. He knew he had nothing to worry about, you were his girlfriend after all, but something about the small, unnecessary touches rubbed him the wrong way.

“You alright?” He blinked and you were no longer seated next to his friend, instead taking a place beside him with a worried expression.

“Yeah, just having trouble with a problem that’s all.” You raised a brow, leaning over to observe his paper that he had no trouble at all completing. “Seriously,” He used his arm to cover up the questions, “But I got it now.”

“Hmm, okay. I’ll be back in a bit.” Kissing his forehead, you left the study room, leaving the two males in an tense silence. Eren isn’t one to beat around the bush. So, without missing a beat, he asked.

“You wanna fuck my girlfriend don’t you?”

Armin merely chuckled at the question, “Everyone wants to fuck your girlfriend.”

For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to be mad at the statement, finding his honesty amusing and appreciated.

“Say, your birthday is coming up.” He stated aloud, tapping his pen on his chin as he watched the blonde’s face scrunch up in confusion. “How would you like to fuck her?”

The question hung in the air, his face growing red by the moment. “W-What? She’s your girlfriend! And you’re crazy about her.” He said, biting on his bottom lip.

“Not to mention she’d never agree to that.” The brunette laughed loudly at his claim.

“She loves to please me, and, if I say watching someone else fuck her gets me off she’ll do it. Yeah, I’d probably kill you under any other circumstances but color me curious.”

Armin would be lying if he said the thought hadn’t plagued his mind. Your relationship was purely platonic, and he was good with that, good with viewing you as the smart friend who helped him find research papers and texts.

But when you started dating his best friend six months ago, well, it was as if a flip switched inside his head. His feelings escalated into something that can only be described as a forbidden desire.

“So?” Tapping his fingers on the wooden table, Eren grinned mischievously, knowing he had him right where he needed him.

“Okay.”

“F-Fuck” Armin whispered as he watched you slide your tongue on the underside of his dick. Your doe eyes wide and seeking approval as you stared at him expectantly.

Fully taking him in your mouth, he withheld a groan, his hands clenching the bedsheets. “Got a mouth on her doesn’t she?” Eren commented, knowing the feeling of your throat squeezing around his length all too well.

“Yeah,” Was all he managed to say before an unhinged moan was ripped from his chest. His hands flew to your hair, his hold gentle as he watched you deep throat him. The gag you let out made his head spin with pleasure and pride.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing so well.” Your boyfriend praised you, watching from his seat at his desk as you sucked off his best friend.

Another moan floated through the air as you continued your ministrations tenfold, feeding off of his praise like a leech. Armin’s grip on your hair tightened as he began to thrust into you. Nowhere near as rough as your used to but enough for you to know he was close.

Slowly, you removed him from your mouth, wrapping your neatly manicured fingers around his dick as you started to jerk him off. “On my chest okay?” You fluttered your lashes, words dripping with a honeyed sweetness as you watched him fall apart.

With your free hand you cupped your exposed breast. Taking your nipples between your fingers, pinching and pulling in a pleasurable manner.

“Go on.”

His eyes rolled back as hot, white ropes of cum spilled onto your breasts. Armin’s chest heaved up and down as he watched you scoop up his mess with your fingers and lick them clean.

“A vixen isn’t she?” Eren asked as he walked over to kiss your neck sweetly, whispering “Fuck him good baby, I’ll be watching.” And with another butterfly peck to your collarbone, he went back to his seat.

Climbing over the blonde, you held his dick in your hands, positioning it so it hovered over your needy hole.

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. But, whenever your boyfriend asked you to do something with those jaded irises and syrupy tone — you couldn’t say no.

Sinking down on him in one fluid motion, a loud smack echoed in the air as your ass met his thighs, lewd moans ripping out of the both of you. He was wider than Eren, the stretch burning more than expected but it was intoxicating.

“You feel so good gorgeous I- fuck,” He groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you started to roll your hips. Wanting to ground himself as much as possible, he held your waist, nails digging into your side semi-painfully.

Eren watched with blown out eyes. He never thought he’d enjoy something like this but damn, you were doing it because he told you to, to fuck his friends brain out as a birthday gift.

A hard fall would follow the power trip he was currently on but he didn’t care.

Not when he fisted himself to the same rhythm you held. Not when he listened closely to the sweet nothings you purred to the blonde at his command, knowing it would drive him mad.

“Cum with me Armin? Doin’ this together yeah?” Your high pitched voice was borderline unrecognizable, reflecting the overwhelming pleasure that was building up within you.

He nodded dumbly at your statement, not caring how pathetic he must’ve looked because you had the best pussy he’s ever felt.

Your orgasm came first. Slamming your lips on his in a searing kiss as you moaned in his mouth, still moving your hips at a slow pace as you gushed around him. The extra warmth paired with the vice-like grip caused load after load to pour into you.

Eren grunted, his release in his hand, head still clouded by lust as he noticed the mess you two made. The white ring around his dick and wetness on his torso glimmering under the low light.

Breaking away from the kiss, you stared down at the boy in front of you. His oceanic eyes were lidded, pupils dilated as he started at you half conscious. You had to admit he looked positively beautiful at this moment. No one looks better under you than your boyfriend, but, he was a close second.

“Happy birthday Armin.”

a/n: not proofread. please excuse any mistakes. <3

© All Rights Reserved to 38riku

[sie-rui]

heyyy I wanted to say that I love your writings !! and i would like to ask for some headcanons of mikey, mitsuya, draken and whoever u want with an air headed s/o please 💭💭have a good day

❀ HEAD IN THE CLOUDS | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 sano manjiro, mitsuya takashi, ryuuguji ken 💿 gender neutral, second pov (you/your), fluff, humor, established relationship, au - everyone lives / nobody dies, headcanon 📅 august 28, 2021 🔗 masterlist

the boys' s/o is quite airheaded. it's adorable. they're adorable together.

. . . SANO MANJIRO

☆ This couple is dumb and dumber.

☆ Yeah, I know Mikey can be smart and all (in some situations) but most of the time, he just gives off dumb bitch who’ll hit anything that moves vibes.

☆ You mention something incredibly stupid and Mikey will agree without a second thought, genuinely thinking that yup, that’s about it.

☆ Imagine Draken just sitting there, scrambling for brain cells because the two of you clearly don’t have a single one if your conversation about birds were any indication.

☆ It’s like the two of you get sick if you don’t do stupid shit together or talk about something extremely childish (or questionable) that betrays your age.

☆ Shinichiro looks on, wondering if this was truly it, if this was truly the future. He quite likes you though.

☆ One of the most questionable conversations that you two had was in middle school, about Mexico.

"So is New Mexico a part of Mexico then?" "It's New Mexico so there must be two Mexicos. The old one and the new one."

☆ Or perhaps when the two of you had a discussion about ice when you were sipping on iced tea at their usual diner.

"But like… what is ice made of?"

☆ Everyone is ready to cry that Mikey had to think about how to answer that.

☆ Draken hopes that if you ever had a child together, it wouldn’t take after neither of you.

. . . MITSUYA TAKASHI

☆ Mitsuya has his life put together. He knows how to take care of his sisters, to cook and clean, he has amazing grades, he’s a devoted captain of Toman, he also has perfect attendance, an active president of his club, and he knows who he wants to be in the future.

☆ You were, quite frankly, a mess compared to him.

☆ Mitsuya loved you either way.

☆ You fretting around, trying to wrap your head around something you aren’t used to, is actually quite entertaining, he finds.

☆ He just loves teaching you things, from right to wrong. He’s quite experienced in that, considering that he has little sisters.

"But whyyy??" "Because that's how historians put it." "But those guys are dead anyway."

☆ Mitsuya finds that you were always ready to learn more from him.

☆ He does worry though that you’ll listen to whatever people say, even the bad and wrong ones.

☆ Somehow, everyone could see, he coddles on you.

☆ You’re quite foolish and oblivious so you’ll see that Mitsuya is often by your side, bringing you to almost everywhere. No one ever comments on it but even a little child could pick up on it soon enough.

☆ Mitsuya loves you for who you are and he isn’t going to let anyone make fun of you for that.

. . . RYUUGUJI KEN

☆ Draken is surrounded by idiots.

☆ He wonders if that was the reason why he chose you. Out of all the people he could have fallen for, he fell for you.

☆ It’s not that you’re ignorant or you think that you’re always right, it’s just that you genuinely don’t know. You can answer school questions just fine but there’s always a bigger world outside education—one that you aren’t quite ready for.

☆ So Draken watches you as you study and realizes that you’re smart in everything else but the world.

☆ He almost chokes when you come up to him, telling him that you've been looking for your glasses for twenty minutes (it's on your head) but then also ace the mathematics exam the next day.

"No, I’m pretty sure the south is backwards." "South is to your right if you're facing the rising, and south is to your left if you're facing the setting sun." "But why does it change?" "What do you mean why? Do you even go outside your house??"

☆ Draken will literally fight anyone that tries to give you wrong information because he knows that you would believe it wholeheartedly in your eagerness to learn.

☆ Sometimes, it feels as if you’re more innocent than a child when it comes to real-life problems.

☆ Ever since he met you, it’s as if he’s become a mix of softness and exasperation because there are times it becomes laughable and adorable and there are times when he’s just ready to give up with his life.

☆ Either way, he loves you and he tries to learn everything he could when he has time to help you out.

☆ Draken still thinks that this is probably Mikey’s fault to exposing him to such idiocy that he’s gotten too used to it.

[silversatoru]

hi!! i just started followed you and i love your works :)) could i request a smutty fushiguro megumi drabble/fic where he realizes he has a daddy kink?

daddy?

a/n: hi you are so sweet thank you!!! n the idea of megumi realizing he has a daddy kink is so fucking cute lmao i have been losing my mind over this idea,,,

fushiguro megumi x f!reader

synopsis: you call a classmate daddy in order to smuggle some homework answers and accidentally awaken a full blown daddy kink in your usually shy boyfriend

tags/warnings: daddy kink (obviously), mild manhandling, fingering

w/c: 1.6k

you really thought people would be more mature when you got to college,, or at least you hoped they would be. unfortunately, you’ve never been more wrong.

you had the most annoying busy-work assignment due tomorrow — and of course it wasn’t hard, but it was just so damn time consuming and you didn’t feel like doing it. but this is where the class group chat you were in comes in handy; you planned to ask if anyone had the answers but someone else had already beat you to it.

and then some cocky asshole who did the homework agreed to send the answers under one condition: he wanted someone to call him daddy. it was so stupid and horribly immature but this wasn’t any cocky asshole; it was a smart cocky asshole, and his answers were definitely reliable.

now, you weren’t a desperate woman, but this homework was a real pain in the ass and daddy was nothing but a word — so why not?

pls send the answers daddy, your thumbs danced across your phone and hit send before you could even think twice. a few moments later a picture of all the assignment answers came through the chat — success.

and now you could go enjoy a night out with your friends instead of wasting your time on that pointless shit. your boyfriend megumi had been waiting outside for you in his car, ready to pick you up and go to a house party a few streets up. neither of you were big party people but when your best friends nobara and yuuji were the ones throwing the party, you were obligated to attended.

megumi seemed a little off when you first hopped in the passengers seat, his facial features even more stoic than they usually were. you tried starting conversation a few times, but it was to no avail. something was clearly bothering him but he was refusing to talk about it — and then it finally clicked in your head:

“oh my god! this is about the daddy thing isn’t it?” you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing when you realized megumi was in that group chat too.

his eyes rolling in annoyance and his continued silence was all you needed to confirm your theory.

“come on, gumi, i was just getting the assignment answers so we could have fun tonight,” you pouted.

“yeah i know, i just don’t really like you saying that kind of stuff to other people,” he finally spoke up, his eyebrows scrunched together in distaste.

“fine, you’re right, i shouldn’t have done it. but it’s not like you have a fucking daddy kink or anything, so relax a little,” you let out a sigh and leaned back into the seat.

and he silently agreed with you — there was no way that he had a daddy kink, right?

the rest of the car ride was mildly awkward but some of the tension between the two of you had finally settled. you wrapped your hand in his as the two of you entered the house, greeting a couple friends on the way in.

after grabbing some drinks and hanging around the entrance for a few minutes you released megumi’s hand from your own.

“i’m gonna go find nobara quick, okay? try to relax and enjoy yourself a little bit,” you flashed him a smile and then stood up on your toes so you could whisper the next part into his ear, “see you in a few, daddy”.

you figured that if the word bothered him so much when you said it to other people, you’d like see how he’d react when you said it to him. and it took everything in you not to burst into a fit of laughter when you saw the stunned look across his face.

you were laughing, but megumi found your comment to be anything but funny. his heart rate quickened and suddenly his jeans felt tight and — oh fuck, maybe he did have a daddy kink.

he grabbed your wrist and yanked you down the hall, pulling you into a guest bedroom and locking the door behind him. you couldn’t contain yourself when you started to connect the dots — his shocked expression and the obvious boner in his pants made it very clear.

“holy shit, gumi, you do have a daddy kink don’t you?” you giggled, reaching up to wrap your hands around his neck.

he gave you an annoyed and embarrassed look, as if he was ashamed of it or something. but you couldn’t let him feel like that, not when the idea excited you just as much as it excited him.

“you want me to call you daddy? hm? moan it into your ears and beg for you? we could try it right now; that is why you drug me into this room, right?” you caressed the side of his flushed face, his eyes getting darker the more you spoke.

he gave you a quick nod and then the two of you collided together, messy kisses being scattered from your lips to your collarbone and everywhere in between. megumi was slow to start but once you had him going there was no holding him back. he broke off the kiss after a few heated minutes and before you could even catch your breath he gave you a rough shove that sent you falling to the bed.

he stared down at you with a brand new fire in his eyes, and it was fucking hot. if you knew calling someone random guy daddy would have awakened this in him, you would have done it forever ago.

in a matter of minutes his skin was hot against yours, your clothes nothing but a heap on the floor. his kisses were sloppy and rough, his head clouded with lust as he relished in his newfound turn-on. he wanted to have complete control over you, he wanted you to beg him for everything, and he wanted to hear you whimper the word daddy over and over.

he snaked two of his long fingers down to your clit and rubbed a few rough circles that made your legs twitch in anticipation. they then lowered to your entrance, his eyes widening when he felt the amount of slick that had already accumulated. you felt a warm redness flush across your face in slight embarrassment — it was kind of pathetic how quickly his shift in attitude went straight to between your legs.

knowing that you liked his newfound dominance sent a whole new wave of confidence coursing through megumi. his usually gentle fingers slid through your entrance with an entirely new force, causing your core to clench and your breath to catch in your throat. a disgusting array of squelches and moans quickly filled the air, your hands desperately grasping onto megumi’s body. he was delving his fingers deep into your caverns at a completely merciless pace and it was earning him the prettiest moans from your mouth.

“feels so good, gumi,” you mumbled as he had you squirming and whining underneath him.

“no- no i want you to say the other thing,” he pressed his forehead to yours and let his eyes rest shut as he savored every last one of your beautiful sounds.

you’d gotten so caught up in the pure bliss that was megumi’s touch that you’d completely forgotten about how this all started — the daddy kink. but now that he reminded you, you were gonna lean into it hard. you wanted to put on only the best performance for your wonderful boyfriend.

“your fingers feel so good, daddy, but your cock would feel better,” you cooed in his ear, sending electricity down his spine and straight to his dick.

“is that what you want?” he leaned back and opened his eyes to look at you, sliding his sticky fingers out of your soaking cunt.

“yes, daddy, please,” you begged for him, “i want you to fuck me”.

you could have swore you saw his dick twitch and his eyes get wide at your words, but you hardly had time to think about it before his two slimy fingers were shoved into your mouth. you shameless sucked them clean, running your tongue around and between them while megumi used his other hand to position himself at your entrance.

you flinched at the slight pain when he sheathed himself inside you — your body taking it’s time to adjust to the size. sure his fingers felt good, but you felt so much fucking fuller with his cock stretching your walls. the way he thrusted stuffed you so perfectly that you could barely even form words, your eyes rolling back into your head.

the two of you had sex on many occasions, but there was fresh intensity and passion flowing between you this time. your fingernails were digging claw marks into his arms and you could barely contain the array of moans leaking from your lips. between your noises and the creaking off the bed you were grateful for the loud music blaring through the house.

megumi even manhandled you a bit more than usual — tossing you around and pushing you into the positions he wanted you in. if he managed to work up the confidence he’d order you around too, and you’d just respond with whines and the occasional “yes, daddy”. the phrase was simple but every time those words left your pretty mouth tiny fireworks went off in his head.

when he murmured the words come for me, you were hopeless — a pitiful, whimpering mess who couldn’t do anything but mumble incoherent phrases all stemming from the word daddy.

it was the best fucking orgasm of your life — and it was all because you’d been too lazy to do your homework earlier.

[citizensofeggtonarchived]

"You say that, though I don't recall you ever landing a hit on me in that little scuffle we had. Besides, you know I'm stronger than I look seeing as I was able to lift you and slam you against the ground." Twee could say she was a bit annoyed at the comment seeing as she did prove she was stronger than she appeared to be, though it was also something she was used to. "Then maybe don't make an effort to point out how tough you had it as a kid and I won't assume you're trying to imply it makes you better." Clearly the fennec was a bit too serious at times.

"Kong isn't really a title in our world, though my sisters bodyguard is named Kong so there's that. Currently the head of the ape's is some monkey chick named Bibi which means she's got the title of Wukong. I know, I know, there's just two more letters in front of the word kong, though it's some sort of tribute thing to the first Monkey King." Twee wasn't gonna hear DK complain how she just said Kong wasn't a title, but Wukong is as it was clearly obvious there was only a small difference in the form of two extra letters. The fennec only knew about stories about the Monkey King and how he claimed to be equal to the Gods. Sounded like he was just too cocky for his own good.

"Should listen to the big guy there. Gotta play it smart if you wanna grow up to be as tough as you can so practice on that footwork of yours." The first time Twee actually agreed with the Kong since meeting, though he had a point and he knew his people better than some outsider. "Yeah, I'd hire someone who uses metal rather than wood. I mean, a wooden rail might stop one or two, though if you got a whole mess of people hitting it at once then it'll break rather easily." The fennec had zero clue how skilled the ape was as a carpenter, though given the sheer size of apes a metal or steel guard rail would be better.

With that Twee found herself stepping onto the beach, the hot sand barely a bother to her, though her attention went to the kids swarming over to a trailer which most likely sold the ice cream they were promised. Then the fennec found herself being told how Donkey Kong would judge someone based on their ice cream choice causing her to look around a bit before she realize he was talking to her. "Oh, um, I've never actually had ice cream. Dad always says it was beneath us royals and to 'let the commoners rot their teeth' which I think is a bit of an extreme statement." Could she buy ice cream herself being an adult? Of course, though the few times she tried all she could picture was her dad's comments and it always deterred her from doing so.

"Besides, I don't have any of this worlds currency to buy it." Twee was clearly using an excuse, though a pretty good on at that as no money equals no ice cream for her. Even now the fennec could just hear her father's words ringing in her head just for even thinking about buying it. This was going to be a massive headache.

@citizensofeggton cont.

"Pft, 'general'? That seems like a tall title for somebody shorter than one of these." Lifting a trunk of an arm where a series of three of the Kong kids hung- one over handed, one underhanded, and the other by the legs, looking more like a family of opossums than apes. A burst of flexes via his bicep cause the tag-alongs to squeeze their perch tighter and laugh while also engaging in the age-old activity of trying to make each other fall off via tickle attacks. "I never said it made me special." The Kong prince shrugs, also illiciting a chorus of chitters from the tailed Konglings on his shoulders. "Just one of those 'is what it is' so might as well take the rizz sorta things."

After one last dab to the sniffling kid's face, DK tucks the end of his tie into a grubby little hand and lightly loops it once around the conjoined wrist. There...a child leash. With a nod to signal they were all set to get back on the path towards the ice cream kart he figured would be at the beach at this point of the day with the sun high and demanding some way of cooling off, he begins to pad forward again towards the end of the dock where saw grass and sand swallowed up wooden planks and a path of Kong prints made a trail through the dunes.

Curious about the ape comment, he raised a brow at her assertion. "So you're saying...your kingdom's got Kongs? Dunno how far away you are, but that's kinda weird. The Jungle Kingdom's the only place as far as I know that we call home. Well...maybe after that big mess with the fruit tribes." Though his tone was pondering, he couldn't help the bitter taste forming in his mouth, though spitting to the side helps. Almost as if on cue, several of the Konglings copied him and eagerly spat into the sand. A good role model, for sure.

The kid he'd tethered continued to walk along, seemingly content to have something to hold onto - even if it wasn't a fluffy tail. They still stole a look over at their short and fuzzy chaperone, though flinched when she made mention of how tough they were even though they'd snotted up a bit back there, though not really from a scuff or a scrape, but moreso the feeling like they'd gotten in trouble for continuing to chase it. The reassurance is enough to earn a shy smile complete with a missing front tooth. "Yeahhh, I'm ganna be tUFF!" Leashed or not, the kid proceeds with a puffed chest.

"Uhh, keep the toughness down a level, champ. We all needa keep up here." DK grumbles, though he's partially glad the kid's got time to dry his face off now in the sun and perk up before he has to return the lot. The less explaining he has to do, the better-

As his paws enter the sand, the kids can't help but want to pound around in the loose earth, leaping off and racing around with renewed energy. That plus the sand's pretty hot and they're quick to keep their knuckles from cooking too much. DK pauses at the threshold between wood and sand to regard the dock trail behind them. "Eh...I guess railing wouldn't be that bad of a project. I could probably put up a few one morning before it gets hot." It wasn't like he was a stranger to carpentry either, given the tree house he'd made in his youth, shaky - unstable junk of a shack that it was.

The ice cream kart up ahead was just that - a rather large go kart parked on the sands with a trailer attached. Pictures of vibrant, sea-salt popsicles lined the side. As it slowly came into view, DK watched the onslaught of Konglings line up for a race to the finish line of frozen treats. "You know, I'm not against judging someone entirely based off their favorite ice cream flavor." Of course he isn't.

[ptergwen]

hi val can you maybe write something about the reader being dared to kiss peter/tom/arvin (you choose) since her friends knew that she has a big crush on him, but once she did he seems disinterested after which makes her sad, but what she doesn't know was after she kissed him, he practically runs to his friends freaking out that the girl he's had his eyes on this whole time just kissed him??

kiss and tell

w/c: 1.8k

warnings: like one swear and awkwardness

a/n: yeeee i went with peter! this is adorable :,)

“i can’t!” you scold betty and her annoying smirk. you’re bored at lunch, so liz suggested the three of you play truth or dare. you’d made the mistake of choosing dare. in your defense, betty is the nosiest person in all of midtown, so you thought you were dodging the bullet and guarding your deep dark secrets. how could you have known she’d make you do... this?

“that’s so, like, forward. he’s gonna freak out.” you glance over at peter’s table to see what he’s up to before you possibly scar him. he’s laughing along at a heated conversation ned and mj are having. the way his face lights up, and his eyes crinkle as a smile crosses his features, it gives you butterflies throughout your whole body.

“in a good way,” liz grins her most charming grin at you. it’s not working this time. you roll your eyes up to the ceiling. “i thought you liked him,” betty huffs, gesturing over to peter and keeping her eyes on you. “all you do is talk about how he’s so cute and smart, and his lips look so soft-“ “i never said that!” you look at her with wild eyes. liz bites her lip to hold in a laugh. “the last part, i mean,” you clarify in a murmur.

liz puts a hand on you and pats your shoulder knowingly. “you’ve probably thought it, though. i’ve seen you checking them out.” there have been quite a few times your gaze has landed on peter’s lips, watching them curve while he talks to you about some new science theory he’s excited to share. you end up zoning out and pretending you retained any of what he said. betty puckers her own lips at you.

“you wanna kiss him,” she insists in a sing song voice, resting her chin on your other shoulder. “i’m doing you a favor.” “you’re really not gonna change the dare?” you sigh, your friends leaning on you in support. liz taps your cheek. “so, you don’t wanna kiss him?” “there’s no way,” betty comments from your side. “no, i...” you start, focusing in on peter again.

he meets your eyes across the cafeteria. his smile fades slightly, then a shy one is replacing it, ned dragging him into his and mj’s debate. you turn back to liz and betty.

“i do, but do you think he wants me to?” you ask them both, and they share a you have to be kidding look. “only one way to find out.” liz gives your shoulder a nudge. betty beams at you. “i triple dog dare you now, so you have to.” considering your options, you bounce your leg up and down. you’ll either get the nicest rejection ever from peter or a kiss back. you can handle this.

“ok, i’ll do it,” you decide, betty clapping her hands and squealing. liz throws an arm around your neck. “yay! i love love.” “let’s calm down,” you giggle so she doesn’t get too carried away. you and peter haven’t even established that you like each other. “i’m calm, i’m calm. do you need to borrow chapstick?” she offers, betty simultaneously pulling a tube out of her purse. “or lip gloss?”

you’re appreciating their over involvement now.

“both,” you breathe out, letting them get you ready for your big kiss.

liz and betty send you good luck wishes in a hushed tone while you make your way to peter’s table. mj went to get a snapple, and ned went with her so they could continue whatever argument they’re in. that left peter by himself. it’s almost like this is meant to happen.

“hi,” you greet peter, making him look up at you with raised eyebrows. he notices right away that your lips are shiny, more so than usual. a color that you always seem to bring to his face takes over his cheeks. “hey. you wanna sit?” he gives you a small smile. you return it. “yeah, sure. thanks.” instead of taking the bench across from him like he assumed you would, you find your place next to him.

he doesn’t mind.

“how’s your day been?” you wonder, body turned towards him while he answers. peter scrunches his nose. “kinda busy. i got so much homework in spanish tonight, and i’ve been putting off this essay about...” you do the thing you do every time he goes off on a sort of tangent, watch his lips. lucky for you, that’s the whole point today. “i don’t know. all i have so far is the intro-“

you cut peter off with a kiss. liz and betty cheer to each other the second it happens. peter doesn’t move, only freezes up as you press your glossy lips to his and grab his shoulders. it takes a few seconds for you to realize he’s not kissing back. his arms are stiff at his sides, eyes wide in shock. absolutely humiliated, you pull back, moving as far away as you can.

“fuck, i’m sorry. i should’ve asked you first,” you apologize, voice shaking. you’re already getting to your feet. peter blinks a few times, grounding himself back in the moment. “no, no. it’s okay. i-“ “that was weird, i know. you don’t have to lie or make me feel better.” he furrows his eyebrows, in a way that seems regretful even though you’re the one who messed up. “i’m trying to tell you, y/n. it’s fine. we-“

ned’s voice fills the room, making you snap your head in his direction. him and mj are coming back. you need to get out of here before you embarrass yourself even more.

“i’m gonna go. i’m sorry,” you mumble out, running back to your table, where liz and betty are instantly asking what’s wrong and if you’re alright. peter licks his lips that are now coated in your gloss and clenches his jaw. he’s pissed. not at you, at himself. it’s clear because mj brings attention to it when she sits down.

“what’s up with your face?” she narrows her eyes at him, popping the cap on her snapple. ned elbows peter in his spot next to him. you were just there less than a minute ago. “you okay, dude?” he checks. “no.” peter closes his eyes in frustration. “what’s wrong?” ned kicks mj’s foot under the table so she’ll stop making out with her drink and help him.

“i... y/n kissed me,” peter admits, sounding oddly upset about something everyone knows he’s been hoping would happen. “she what?” ned gawks. “isn’t that a good thing?” mj points out. “you love her.” “like her,” peter corrects and chews the inside of his cheek. “whatever. shouldn’t you want her to kiss you?” she takes another sip of snapple, passing this off to ned.

“yeah...” is all ned says. he awkwardly rubs peter’s back while mj tries not to snort. “that’s not the problem. i didn’t kiss her back, and she took it as me not being into it,” peter shakes his head as he recounts your weird moment. “which i was,” he tells them for the record. ned makes a funny face at him. “so why didn’t you kiss back?” “no shit she ran away,” mj mutters to him. she saw that part.

“because i wasn’t expecting it!” peter frowns at his friends’ reactions and at what he did. “you guys know how much i like y/n. i can’t believe i screwed this up so bad.” mj squints in mock confusion. “i can.” she quickly drops her sarcasm for encouragement after that. “ok, seriously. just go find her and apologize.” “maybe kiss her this time,” ned chimes in.

“if she really likes you, she’ll get it.” mj smiles genuinely, nodding back at your table. ned gives him a push forward. “you got this, dude. come tell us all about it after.” a rush of confidence enters peter from their advice. he’ll fix this. “thanks, guys. here i go.” he shoots up from the table, ned and mj getting back into their debate once he’s out of sight.

betty is hugging you way too tightly when peter gets over there. she goes on about how much peter sucks, overcompensating because she’s the reason you kissed him. you only hum in response. you don’t have the heart to tell her you blame yourself. only liz notices peter come over, so she talks on your behalf. “oh, hey,” she says drily. “hey. can i talk to y/n?” peter gets out, twiddling with his thumbs nervously.

she has to decide if she’d rather go into protective friend mode or let him. from your unenthusiastic responses to betty’s hate rant, she figures you’d like to hear him out.

“come on, betty,” liz takes her arm suddenly, betty trying to pull it back. “what? why?” “i’m gonna buy you ice cream. let’s go.” that’s her cover. peter shoots her a look that says thank you, liz pressing her lips into a line and dragging betty along. betty sees peter standing in front of your table and glares at him, liz walking faster. you don’t get the chance to ask them where they’re going because they leave so fast.

the bench dips down on one side of you, making someone’s prescense known. you’re surprised to find it’s peter. you talk first.

“if you’re gonna apologize, don’t. it was my fault-“ “you never let me finish earlier,” peter interrupts, the hint of a smile on his face. his clammy hand links with one of yours. “what were you gonna say?” you ask quietly, peter threading your fingers together. your heart is racing at the simple touch. “that i like you,” he replies at the same low volume. “and, that i wanted to try again.”

he’s sitting a lot closer to you than you realized. you welcome it, your hands in between you two on the bench. “i like you too... try what again?” you question, although you hope and pray it’s what you think. “kissing,” peter says what you were hoping and praying for. “wasn’t ready the first time.” you’re about to go into cardiac arrest as he rests his forehead on yours, curls brushing your face. a few broken up breaths escape him.

“can i?” he nearly whispers, warm hand still gripping at yours. “yeah,” you agree before your eyes flutter shut. he wastes no time, parting his lips and brushing them against yours gently, you reciprocating. he kisses as sweetly as he is, his free hand on your cheek and fingers careessing your skin. your other hand ends up on the back of his neck. you grin against him, lips detaching momentarily so you can engage him in another kiss.

peter doesn’t hesitate to kiss back this time, nose nudging yours as he moves in more. you tug on some hair at the nape of his neck and laugh into the kiss, reminding him you’re in school. he pulls back with a chuckle, but keeps his forehead on yours and your hands in each other.

“sorry. got too excited,” he laughs out, you leaning into his open palm. “i told you don’t apologize.”

liz and betty joined ned and mj at some point. the four of them are whistling at you and yelling out suggestive jokes. they’re too much. but, to be fair, you owe this all to them.

[plant-flwrs]

Heyy!! I wish you would write a fic where Fred is lowkey really into Shakespear and Romeo and Juliet and tries to woo the reader cs she’s muggleborn? Idk but it would be so cute!! 🥺

romeo and juliet // fred weasley

masterlist!

summary: Fred reads Romeo and Juliet and can’t help but fall in love

a/n: schools out, so hopefully that means more time for writing! thanks for the request anon i thought it was adorable, hope you like it!!

(2.5k)

At first, it was a secret. Fred had no intention of actually enjoying it. He had simply accepted the book Professor Lupin had lent him, thumbed through it, and stayed up all night to read it by accident.

Maybe it was because Lupin had seen the way Fred looked at you across the class, separated by hidden bloodlines and upbringings. You, with your muggle pens that you smuggled in. You, with your muggle records you used an entire bag to carry onto the train. You, with your muggle magazines that spread through the common room like wildfire. You, with those weird little things called cigarettes that you sold in your third year to the older students. You, with the way the older pureblood witches would sit and ask you to do their hair for them because only you could do all the newest muggle styles. You, with your reluctance to Quidditch but your love for soccer.

Fred was gone, absolutely gone for you. He was even more behind than usual in class because he couldn't help but find you with his eyes, no matter the room you were in or the distance between you both. Remus Lupin, the secret romantic, asked Fred to stay after class.

"Mr. Weasley," Professor Lupin called, feet kicked up on his desk while he levitated a novel wandlessly in front of him. A half-eaten apple rested on a napkin beside a chocolate wrapper and Fred was forced to remember the breakfast he had barely eaten, choosing to instead pretend he hadn't noticed the fact you had only sat a few seats away.

Fred stood in front of Lupin's desk, waiting as the room emptied out and George shot him a wink from the doorway.

"Yes, Professor?" Fred rocked on his feet, hands stuffed in the pockets of his robe. He tried not to wonder if you had noticed that he had been called behind, or if you had noticed him at all. He vaguely registered that this might what his brother would call 'pathetic'.

"You never turned in that essay on wandless defenses," Lupin said slowly, the book moving to rest on his desk as he moved his feet to the ground.

Fred was quiet, biting the inside of his cheek as he couldn't seem to recall the last time a teacher had bothered to talk to him about his assignments instead of deeming him a 'lost cause' or a student who 'simply wouldn't apply themselves'.

Professor Lupin sighed, moving again to stand. Fred thought he caught a flash of pain on the professor's face, perhaps a wince as he stood, but the moment was gone before Lupin was giving Fred a calculating and sympathetic glance.

"Do you need an extension?" Remus offered, leaning his hip against the desk and inclining his head to show Fred the importance of this offering.

"I'd appreciate that, Professor," Fred admitted.

They were silent again, Remus still looking at Fred like he was something to figure out. Remus shifted, eyes dropped to his desk and lips lifting.

"What's got you so preoccupied?"

Fred was blushing before he could think of a lie, and then he realized he didn't want to lie. He hadn't even told George about his crush on you- no doubt it was obvious. Fred had had flings and crushes on loads of girls, all fun and easy, but this felt heavier. He didn't want to have a fling with you.

"I guess-" Fred sighed, removing his hands from his robes and wiping them on his trousers, "I've just been distracted recently. A lot on my mind."

"Ah," Remus smiled fondly, nodding slowly.

A book began to move from a pile in the corner, elegantly and easily avoiding the tall stacks of clutter and various lumps of papers to levitate to Fred. Fred reached out for it, moving it in his hand to read the cover. Romeo and Juliet.

"I'll make you a deal, Fred," Professor Lupin said, his voice sounding so mischievous that Fred was surprised he hadn't become ten years younger right in front of him. "You can either write the essay on wandless defenses, or you can read that and write an essay on 'Romeo and Juliet'."

Fred thumbed through the book, eyebrows furrowed. He had never liked reading, most of the books at the Burrow belonged to Bill, Percy, or his father. He was pretty sure that George would find Fred reading Shakespeare to be just as funny as the time they released Cornish Pixies in the Slytherin changing rooms.

"Yeah, alright."

Fred managed to eat dinner that night, with you safely at the opposite end of the table. The curtains to his fourposter had been closed for hours and the light from his wand had been steadily bright for just as long. He had gone from laying on his back, head propped up beneath his arms, to resting his back against the headboard, to sitting upright in the center of his bed, head propped on his fist, to laying on his stomach, to laying on his back again with his head at the foot of his bed, and soon enough, the sun was flooding through a crack in the curtains. He had just finished Romeo and Juliet when he heard the showers starting.

"Lupin!"

Remus stopped and watched Fred catch up to him. He looked tired and simultaneously wide awake, his hair was a mess, and Remus was almost certain that he was wearing his pajama pants beneath his school robes.

"Mr. Weasley," Remus said cordially, continuing his walk to the greenhouse.

"I wanted to talk to you about that book you lent me-"

"Oh, you can keep it, if you'd like. I've read it dozens of times."

Fred hesitated, a wide smile spreading over his face, "Oh, thanks, Professor! It's just, I wanted to tell you I really liked it."

"You've finished it, then?" Remus asked with an impressed smile.

"Read it last night," Fred admitted, somewhat embarrassed.

"I look forward to the essay, then," Lupin said with a kind smile and a nod, turning into the greenhouses and leaving Fred in the corridor.

Inside his robes, he felt the weight of the tiny book against his chest. He kept it in a pocket there, fingers itching to hold it and read it again.

He couldn't help the roaring thoughts in his head. The idea that you were his Juliet, that you and he could find a hidden love, just for you two, amongst your external differences. He was oddly disappointed by the ending and decided he might not completely finish the book if he read it again, perhaps pretend it ended differently. He leaned his back against the stone wall behind him, fighting a blushing smile from his face.

So, Fred loved Shakespeare in secret. He loved reading in secret. He loved the weight of the book in his hands in secret. He loved the words and the phrases in secret. He loved the way it made him think in secret. He loved you in secret. He loved in secret.

Until you started dating Thomas Meadowbrooke. Thomas was a Ravenclaw, wickedly smart, handsome, kind, and the victim of many of the Weasley twins' pranks for a while. George didn't directly ask Fred why they were suddenly pranking this one boy so relentlessly all of a sudden, but he didn't need to.

Thomas wore blazers with patches on the elbows and combed his silky hair down the middle. He always had a flower in his coat pocket to give to you and he always carried a book of poetry with him. He was sensitive and wistful in all the ways girls loved, including you.

You thought Thomas was painfully boring. He would fawn over you in the most annoying ways, giving you poems that he wrote (horrendously awful, they were) and quoting lines from old and boring books to you. He didn't listen to Joan Jett or Janis Joplin and he cringed when you played your records. He suggested Bach or Debussy instead. He was boring.

You had only agreed to go out with him because he asked. Thomas Meadowbrooke may have been able to put a cornish pixie to sleep just by talking to it, but he was undeniably handsome. Well, he was more handsome before he had fallen victim to a particularly entertaining Weasley twin prank that turned his hair gelled and spiked up for a few days.

You broke up with Thomas soon after. He took it well, saying it gave him fuel to finish some poetry he hadn't been inspired enough for before.

Remus heard this gossip quite excitedly.

"She did, did she?" Remus tilted his head, a coy smirk on his lips.

The smell of fertilizer was strong, but he learned not to mind it as he watched the merry witch digging in various pots.

"He was quite heartbroken, the poor thing. Filius said that when he did routine bed checks, he could hear Thomas crying for weeks!" Professor Sprout sighed, patting down the soil and checking for weeds.

"Teen romance is always quite fickle," Remus commented, following Pomona as she moved to the next pot.

"Says you!" Pomona playfully scolded Remus, her red cheeks filling as she smiled.

Remus chuckled, thinking back to Sirius who would sneak into his office later to distract him from grading papers.

"You know, Pomona," Remus said in that voice of his, the one that got Sprout to drop her trowel and lean in close to hear the latest gossip. "I think Fred Weasley's got a bit of a crush on Y/n."

Pomona gasped, dirty hand flying to cover her mouth. She paused, scrunching up her face and sticking her tongue out to spit out the clump of dirt.

"He hasn't!" she continued, not minding Remus' amused smile and the clean rag he offered her to wipe her hands.

"He's always staring at her," Remus said, thinking on it. "I reckon he's quite the secret romantic."

Pomona cooed and awed as she continued to tend to her plants, she and Remus trading anymore gossip that they could think of.

The weather changed at quite a convenient time for Fred. With the slightly warm but still a bit chilled fall weather, Fred could dawn his lighter coats. His lighter coats that happened to have wonderfully shaped pockets on the inside, just the right size for a book.

Fred wondered if you had gone out with Thomas because Ravenclaw book nerds were your type, or if you had broken up with him because Ravenclaw book nerds weren't your type. Fred had spent almost all of the warm weather contemplating how he was going to continue to live if he was determined to remain secretly in love with you. By fall he had figured it out.

Fred wasn't going to hide anything, not the books he had recently begun to love, or the way he loved so strongly. He wasn't going to miss meals because you were so distracting. He wasn't going to suffocate under his crush on you.

It was a beautiful day. George was up in the dorms with Lee working on a prank and Fred had decided to take a walk down to the Black Lake. His lighter coat was a bit heavier because of the book in the pocket, and Fred pushed his hair out of his eyes as he looked down at the ground to avoid stepping on tree roots. He found a nice spot beneath a tree, resting against the trunk and reading.

"Hey, Fred," a voice called, coming closer as they easily avoided the maze of tree roots.

Fred looked up to see you, in those perfect muggle clothes you wore any chance you could, hair styled in that wonderful muggle way, one of those muggle cigarettes tucked behind your ear, walking towards him.

"Hey," he responded, surprised by how easy his voice sounded.

"Have you been reviewing at all for Lupin's?" You sat next to Fred like it was the easiest thing in the world, brushing your shoulder against his.

"No, not really," Fred closed his book with his thumb tucked between the pages saving his spot.

"Mmm," you hummed, leaning your head back against the tree and closing your eyes. "What're you reading?"

"Romeo and Juliet," Fred replied, looking at your profile while he had the chance.

"Didn't think that was your thing," you said playfully, opening one eye to catch Fred looking at you.

He flushed and turned his gaze to his hands in his lap. "Me neither," he admitted, swallowing.

"I always liked ‘The Taming of the Shrew’, personally."

Fred smiled to himself, because of course, you had also read Shakespeare, and of course, you would have a cool favorite.

"I like that one, too," Fred said lamely, enjoying the way you were smiling at him.

By winter, Fred had devised a plan. It was perfect, more perfect than any prank he had created or any Zonko's product he had bought. He would die if he kept all this love to himself, so he decided all he needed was one kiss.

The Yule Ball was in full swing, the classical and slow music long forgotten as everyone moved to the dance floor and rocked to the loud and fast rhythm. Fred had seen you when you first arrived, noticing with glee that you were alone, and hadn't lost sight of you since. He had removed himself from the heavily crowded dance floor, stumbling to the table with the juice he and George had spiked hours earlier. He loosened the collar of his robes and pushed his already disheveled hair out of his face.

You watched Fred move through the crowd like a tornado, a mass of energy that you felt required to look at and admire. He strode to the table, a quiet and self-satisfied smirk on his lips as he took a long sip of punch.

Fred caught you staring at him with pleasant unexpectedness. You looked just as beautiful as you did when the night started, skin glowing and everything dawned upon you with your magical muggle-ness. Fred put his cup down, a comfortable pink hue warming his cheeks, and approached you. He touched his hand to yours.

"Hey, Fred," you said with an entertained smirk, glancing down at his hand on yours.

"I need you to do me a favor," he slurred, voice easy and breath warm as it landed on your skin.

"What kind of favor?"

"I need you to kiss me," Fred pulled his mouth away from your ear, looking to your face.

He didn't have much of an opportunity, though, before your lips were on his and you stole his breath. He tasted of the spiked punch and his hands were trembling and careful as they rested on your waist. You grabbed a fistful of his robes, pulling him close to you with urgency.

He pulled away, lips red and swollen, with his eyes still closed.

"I need you to do me a favor," you said, mouth hovering above his.

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me," you whispered, just loud enough for Fred to hear.

He listened, and held onto you with less trembling and more confidence as you kissed for the second time.

[thelazyhermits]

For TABF

Okay but like- I need to see Fortune meeting the whole Todo fam (obvi minus Touya and Rei since…yeah)(She would meet Rei at a different time). Like I can just imagine Fortune and Natsuo being partners in crime together. Imagine Fortune looking Endeavour up and down with a disgusted look on her face and says some smart ass comment, as she usually does, and Natsuo just being so pleased while Shoto just snorts. I need to see Fortune putting Endeavour in his place, just absolutely getting on his case in front of the fam.

Extending onto the Natsuo thing. I want them to become friends 😭😭. Fortune, Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Tensei making the Older-Siblings-To-Problematic-Children-Club (OSTPCC). Them having meetings every other Sunday and just showing each other baby pictures of their younger sibling and drinking tea.

- Extending on THAT idea; Hero gala but the students are also there along with some family members. The OSTPCC gang meeting up with each other and being absolute menaces to society. Everyone looking at them confused as hell because they didn’t even know they were close like that lmao. I could see Tensei trying to be somewhat calm but that man is causing havoc but hides it behind his perfect hero/big brother persona. Them just causing scandals (especially Natsuo and Fortune) just to make things interesting. Hawks taking interest in the ragtag group of menaces- ahem i mean friends, and chilling with them. Hawks, Natsuo, and Fortune being all close on each other because chaos, and the media catching wind of this and starting a rumour of them three committing scandalous activities (if you know what I mean *wink wonk*) and them three just kind of agreeing to go along with it, even though they aren’t lmao, because things were getting boring anyways. Fuyumi not helping the rumours by posting pics of those three being menaces (come on she wants to have fun too lol) Tensei getting dragged into the mess by him, Fuyumi, and Fortune being seen out and getting tea together and being all touchy and the media running wild with it (they act as if platonic hand holding doesn’t exist lmao) In the span of all these mischievous adventures, the media hasn’t even been able to find out Fortunes identity due to the OSTPCC baddies + Hawks subtly hiding her identity. Only if you have met her would you know who it was.

Extra- Shoto and Tenya are in shambles due to the news lol. (Although once they find out that the OSTPCC + Hawks crew are just doing it for shits and giggles, Shoto is pleased with the idea of causing Endeavour chaos while Tenya is just constantly forehead palming and sighing.)

I am so sorry I didn’t even notice I was rambling 😭😭 I was just getting so into it thinking about potentials ahh. I hope this doesn’t upset you at all i was just really excited to share my ideas /gen

First off, please do not apologize for sending one of the most enjoyable asks I have ever received. I absolutely loved reading this fun masterpiece 😂

Second, no worries! I totally understood what you were going for with the OSTPCC + Hawks dynamic 👍

Anyway, you will be very happy to hear that the next TABF fic I'll post, which is coming this December, is actually gonna cover the EA arc, and that will show Fortune's first meetings with Natsuo & Endeavor.

(In regards to her first meeting with Fuyumi, that has actually happened already! I recommend checking out the School Briefs Volume 1 fic to see that first meeting ^^)

I had a lot of fun writing Fortune’s first meeting with Natsuo, and I think you’ll really enjoy the friendship that forms with them.

Unfortunately, I don’t think her first meeting with Endeavor will go quite how you’re hoping, and that’s because of the reason I discussed here.

Fortune would love nothing more than to give Endeavor hell, but because he’s trying to make amends and it looks like Shouto doesn’t know how to feel about this, Fortune is trying to be respectful of Shouto’s feelings and not add any unneeded hostility. However, rest assured, she will make sure Endeavor knows how she feels about him, just in a civil manner lol

Going back to the OSTPCC + Hawks dynamic, I freakin love this so much. This is such a fun idea. I was not expecting Tensei in this group cause of the larger age gap, but he absolutely deserves to have some fun and cause some chaos so I am all for this 😂👍

The idea of the media assuming they’re dating, and Shouto/Tenya freaking out is so freakin hilarious. I absolutely love it. I can only imagine how devastated Monoma is lol 

However, since Natsuo has a girlfriend, him going along with the misunderstandings would depend on if she’s okay with it since I’m sure a sweet guy like him would be a very considerate boyfriend. 

[dreamkidddream]

Hiya~ Can I request quote 9) "Are you jealous?" for Lucifer in Obey Me! pretty please😊

This was so much fun to write! Luci know that he gets jealous but never wants to admit (his jealousy is worse than Mammon but you didn’t hear it from me 🤭) and sorry this got kinda long! Reader is gender neutral!

TW: suggestive/spicy themes, but nothing extremely graphic is mentioned

Prompt: “Are you jealous?” with Lucifer!

Lucifer is pissed.

He’s tapping his foot, and constantly checking his phone, waiting in his study for you to either walk in or call him. It’s late, and you’re still not home yet. He asked his brothers where exactly you are, and when Asmo told him that you’re out with the same “friend” you seem to blow all of them off for some time now, it just makes his mood turn even more sour, the scowl on his face deepening.

Now, Lucifer is not opposed to you making friends, as long as they aren’t a threat to you, his family, Lord Diavolo and the other exchange students. He understands that it’s very easy for you to connect with others, intentional or not, and he encourages it to a certain extent. However, this same “friend” that you’ve been increasingly been hanging out with for the past couple of weeks is starting to rub him the wrong way. Of course he’s met this “friend”, a classmate from your Seductive Speechcraft class (which just made him feel more unease with you being with them), and they seemed harmless enough (for a demon at least). Annoying, but harmless, at first.

Then began the constant need for your attention.

It started with the messages and calls under the guise of studying, the “innocent” demon begging you for help so that they can pass the class, and you being the naive nice human that you are of course obliged their request. Then it escalated from once a week, to three times a week, to almost staying after school every day just to “help”. He didn’t like that, as it’s him or his brothers that always walk you home every time, and this demon (who he found is Yuki, a demon who feeds off of sexual energy nonetheless), is messing with the routine, but he kept his cool and forced his brothers to do the same. He- They weren’t happy about this, but at the end of the day, you’re still coming home to him- them, and nothing is changing that. Not to mention how he made sure that someone had their eyes on you, whether it’s Mammon, Beel, or even himself (which he preferred).

Until Yuki decided that you need to hang out more, without him or his brothers.

That’s when he made it known of his dislike towards them, and dislike is putting it lightly.

You started to come home right at dinner, right before Beel devoured your plate. Mammon obviously voiced his displeasure aloud, with the others silently agreeing or making passing comments, but Lucifer would just shut the conversation down before anyone gets too upset, mainly for himself. He doesn’t want to lose control over something trivial like this, he can’t, he won’t- he’s well above some minuscule pest like them, and it would be a waste of time and energy to be worried about someone who is clearly below him!

He’s already irritated with Yuki integrating themselves into your everyday life, but he’s also trying to fight the increasing sinking feeling in his stomach the more you both bond.

The more you two become more than acquainted with one another, the more Lucifer tries to fight and hide this feeling. He buries himself in more paperwork, practically locks himself in his study, avoids anyone’s questions or concerns, and has become overall snappier than usual. He’s even snapped on Lord Diavolo, Lord Diavolo of all people!

(Granted Diavolo just thought it was overall stress, so he just simply laughed it off, but it didn’t go unnoticed by everyone, including you).

Now Lucifer is not stupid, he’s a very intelligent and powerful demon, and he doesn’t have to say it to be known. He made sure to do some research himself on Yuki, and didn’t put anything past them. You’re still surrounded by demons who wouldn’t hesitate to swallow you whole if allowed, and some are still desperate enough to try anything, so he’s very cautious with others being around you.

Which leads to now, you being out again with that demon at The Fall. Ever since, Lucifer retired to his study, constantly checking his phone for any updates. He refused to look distressed in front of everyone, and he knows that you’re smart and not so gullible, you’ll be okay, you had to be.

It’s well going on 1 in the morning, and you still haven’t answered any of his calls and texts? You swore that you would always answer him, so something had to happen. What exactly were you doing? What exactly were you two doing? We’re you okay? Are you safe? Has that Yuki tried anything with you?

Were you two doing anything now?

All of these questions swirling around in his head, his worry only adding on to his frustrations and building tension going through his body.

He already marched down to the door, coat forgotten and tie undone, flinging it open and scowl so deep that his fangs were bared. That Yuki better hope that you come home in one piece and spotless, or else he will make sure that they regret being alive-

He couldn’t wipe the surprised look on his face when he made eye contact with you, who was matching his own expression, hand frozen in the air mid knock.

“Lucifer? What are you still doing up? Are you about to go somewhere?” His expression quickly morphed to one of high distaste, the irritation displaying clearly on his face and his grip tightening on the door.

“I was still awake waiting for you. Have you forgotten how to use a phone, or are you too good for one now that you’re with your ‘friend’. And I remember specifically telling you to let me know when you leave, did I not?”

“Oh. Well...my phone kinda died, but I was already on the way home and-”

“By yourself?! Do you know how irresponsible that is? Do you forget that you’re a mere human?”

His irritation is rising to pure anger at this revelation. So that demon didn’t even have the decency to walk you home? To make sure that you arrive safe? And yet you still have the nerve to spend time with them and practically ignore him?!-

“Well- um, Lucifer? Lucifer!”

He snapped out of his murderous thoughts, and stepped aside to let you in.

“Come inside now, it’s late, and we have much to discuss.”

Your face scrunched up, showing confusion in how he’s acting. You know that’s he mad about your phone being dead, but he’s mad enough to leave the door barely hanging on its hinges? But you knew that arguing or pointing it out would just make things escalate, so you just stepped past and began to make your way up the stairs.

You can feel his eyes bore into the back of your head, but you just didn’t understand why. It’s about more than just your phone, it seemed like he’s been on edge for awhile now. You want to approach him, to ask him what’s wrong, to have him open up, but of course Lucifer being Lucifer, it was to no avail.

You racked your brain as he lead you to his room and began the “conversation” about how irresponsible you were being (really it’s just him getting whatever he needed off his chest and not you giving any input). Was it because of you going out so late? No, you didn’t drink, you and Yuki stayed together the whole night, and you let him know hours before. Was it Yuki? Now that you’re think about it, he has been frowning more it seemed like every time you brought up their name-

The pieces are starting to fit together now.

Oh my Diavolo.

You couldn’t stop the words escaping from your mouth before you could realize it.

“Lucifer, are you jealous?”

He choked in the middle of his sentence, and the room went quiet. You’re pretty sure that you can’t even hear him breathing, and his face just went entirely blank, no expression whatsoever.

Oh no, you broke him-

A gust of wind erupted, so strong that you had to shield your eyes for a second, and when you removed your arm, you were met with massive black wings and a very enraged demon.

“Excuse me?”

You stepped back until you stumbled onto the bed, as he stalks closer and closer to you.

“Care to repeat yourself?”

You knew better than to respond, and you felt frozen on the bed. You also know that Lucifer won’t attack or try to kill you, but it didn’t take away from the fact that he has moments where he’s very intimidating, one of those moments being now.

He’s looking down at you like a predator would to its captured prey, his ruby eyes glowing deviously in the dim room. He didn’t stop moving until he was on top of you, caging you in.

“Me? Jealous?” He scoffed. “I am the Avatar of Pride, the most powerful being in this house, yet you assume that I’m jealous of a demon that’s beneath me? You insult me, MC.”

He took hold of your chin, “Do you not remember what I said when we made the pact? You are mine and mine alone. Not anyone else’s, but mine.”

You felt like your nerves were getting the best of you, but you couldn’t force yourself to tear away as he leaned closer. He sealed his lips against yours in a heated kiss, one that you gladly accepted, not before uttering the words that made your heart race even faster.

“Maybe I should remind you of who you belong to, hm?”

—-

“Had a fun night, MC?”

“Yeah, it was”, you coughed in your hand. “Very nice, very fun. We had a great time.”

“Hmmmmm...you and Yuki or you and Lucifer?”

“Asmo!”

He giggled, “I’m just saying dear. I don’t sense the pent-up sexual frustration from Lucifer anymore, and he seems back to normal and even relaxed. Though I must say MC, I wish that you had spent the night in my bed instead.”

“Of course you do Asmo.”

“Besides, I would have covered your hickeys much better-”

“ASMO-”

“MC, are you ready?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear has never been more true than now, as Lucifer appeared behind you both, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Huh? Oh, yes, sorry.”

“Eh? Where are you two going?”

“Out.”

“And without me?!”

“Yes. Now, leave us be”. Lucifer moved his hand from your shoulder to your own hand, leading you both out the door. You two had plans for the day after the...eye-opening talk from last night, and he didn’t want to waste anymore time than he already had.

Bonus:

Asmo waited until he heard the door click, and then quickly whipped out his D.D.D. to text Yuki. He knew that the plan was going to be a success! A tense Lucifer made things more difficult for everyone, and he has too much pride to open his mouth so he decided to step in and team up with Yuki, who already knew about the whole ordeal.

Lucifer was already on the edge of snapping and letting his primal instincts take over anyway, so Asmo just gave him a little push in the right direction.

Thank Diavolo the plan worked, or else it would be hell for them both. He did owe Yuki some exposure on his socials in exchange for this and backing off of you now, but it was well worth the trouble.

[heymacy]

@heymrspatel​‘s tags on my recent gifset had me all moon-eyed and inspired, so i wrote a little something featuring a grumpy Mickey, a spooky movie night, and floofy hair. i don’t know how it happened either, but it did, so please enjoy about 1.2k words of Soft Husbands 🥺🥰🖤🎃

“i love you, jerkface” - dani dennison, hocus pocus

Mickey had been in a bad mood all day.

Ian suggested ice cream and a movie, and Mickey agreed, albeit reluctantly, grumbling something about bribery under his breath as he walked out of the kitchen and towards the living room.

He flopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote where it lay beside him, turning on the TV. It opened to the Amazon account they shared with the rest of the Gallaghers, their yearly subscription a gift from Tami last Christmas.

Someone, probably Debbie and Franny, had recently watched “Hocus Pocus” and Mickey snorted softly, remembering how much Mandy loved that movie when they were kids. She watched it almost every day for the whole month of October every year, sometimes randomly in July or December, and Mickey had the whole thing memorized by proxy.

“What d’you wanna watch?” he shouted towards the kitchen where Ian stood, spooning out two bowls of mint chocolate chip. He felt a little bit guilty using the fancy metal ice cream scooper, considering Mickey had snagged it from Debbie’s place a month ago in yet another round of their spiteful kitchen-utensil-abductions. All over a fucking potato masher. They really were a couple of children.

Ian shoved two spoons into each bowl and stuck the ice cream back in the fridge.

“I dunno,” he said as he walked into the living room, shrugging as he passed his husband, whose eyes remained fixed on the TV. “What do you wanna watch?” he asked, and Mickey groaned.

“Don’t do that shit.”

Ian handed him one of the bowls of ice cream.

“What ‘shit?’”

“You know what shit,” Mickey said, distorting his voice a bit in mockery. “Oh I dunno, whatever you wanna watch, baby.” He made a face, scrunching up his nose in feigned disgust.

Ian snorted.

“S’bullshit,” Mickey grumbled, shoving a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth as he settled in, pouty as hell. Ian knew that in about 20 minutes, he’d be back to normal. He just needed to get it out of his system.

“Alright, alright,” Ian said, fighting a grin. “How about Hocus Pocus? It’s already up there.” He gestured to the screen with his spoon and Mickey sniffed, shrugging.

“Fine,” he said, knowing that Ian was at least half aware of his history with the film, and avoided eye contact as he slid onto the floor, sitting with his back against the couch.

“Really?” Ian said, smirking, and Mickey just shrugged, swallowing his ice cream.

Ian’s smirk widened.

He slid across the couch to where Mickey sat and threw one of his legs on either side of his husband, capturing his shoulders between his thighs.

“The fuck’re you doin’?” Mickey protested through another mouthful, and Ian just settled in, pressing play on the remote. He listened as his husband mumbled some semblance of a protest before giving up, knowing Mickey didn’t totally hate it when they sat like this.

About thirty minutes into the movie, ice cream long gone, Ian started feeling fidgety.

Mickey chuckled quietly as Sarah reached up into the ceiling, pulling out her “lucky rat’s tail,” and Ian found his hands absentmindedly carding themselves into Mickey’s hair. There was a distinct but soft crunching sound as his fingers ran through Mickey’s hair, breaking through the gel-like product Mickey had used to style it that morning.

“Ow,” he protested, giving his head a little shake. Ian dropped his hands onto his legs.

“Sorry,” he said, refocusing on the movie. He felt Mickey’s hand on his own, moving it back to his head.

“I didn’t say stop,” he mumbled, and Ian was helpless not to grin, thankful that Mickey was turned away from him facing the TV.

He leaned forward a bit, resting his elbows on his thighs, the strands breaking apart quickly as his husband’s hair returned to its usual soft, fluffy form.

“Your hair is getting kinda long,” Ian mused, only half-thinking as they remained focused on the movie, Dani leaping out from behind the counter with a scream.

Mickey turned his head back around and glared at his husband.

“You gonna get on my ass about my hair, too?” Mickey snapped, irritated, referencing one of the could-go-wrong, did-go-wrongs from earlier in the day. What was supposed to be their attempt at helping Lip and Tami out with the new baby had turned into an impromptu roast session at Mickey’s expense, Lip making some smart-ass remark about Mickey going for the “boyband look” as Debbie egged him on, asking him when he was “going on tour”.

Mickey had just about heard enough and stormed out, already pissed off after dealing with a rude, cheap-ass supplier earlier that morning. Ian had followed, shooting annoyed looks at his siblings before he left, both of them riding home in the ambulance in silence.

Ian realized immediately how his comment probably came off, and he rushed to correct himself.

“It’s not a bad thing,” he said. “I like your hair longer sometimes,” he mumbled, leaning forward and planting a kiss on the top of his husband’s head. Mickey huffed and rolled his eyes, all in show, realizing too late that Ian couldn’t actually see his face.

“Well I’m cutting it off tomorrow, so.” Mickey shrugged. “Won’t have to use that shit anymore,” he said, referring to what he had once called hair gunk.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do,” Ian said, and it was quiet for a minute while Max stole Winifred Sanderson’s spell book.

“Yeah, well,” Mickey said, shrugging, apparently choosing to remain vague and unelaborated.

Ian sighed and continued combing his fingers through Mickey’s hair, picking up the smaller pieces and lifting them, watching as they fell against the rest of the dark mess he’d created.

“You know I like your hair all the time,” Ian said, and Mickey was quiet. “Right?” he asked again, and Mickey just sat there, the very last bit of his resolve slipping away.

Ian slid his fingers into Mickey’s hair and grasped at the strands, yanking his head back so they were looking directly at each other.

“Right?” Ian said, and Mickey finally grinned, just a small curve of his lips that gave way to a lip-bite and a soft chuckle.

“Right, asshole,” he said, grinning, and Ian leaned down, Spiderman kissing his husband softly before leaning back up and pressing one more kiss to the tip of his nose, finally releasing his grip on his hair. Mickey giggled as he settled back in for the rest of the movie. 

When the firefighters left the Sanderson house, Mickey climbed up from where he sat on the floor, crawling into the spot beside Ian. His husband welcomed him in with his arms spread, both of them settling in comfortably to their regular position, Mickey leaning against Ian’s chest, head resting on his shoulder, fingers laced together where their hands rested on Ian’s thigh.

A few minutes later, Mickey turned his face up towards Ian, who looked down at him with happy, tired eyes.

“I love you,” he said, his face apologetic, regretting wasting thirty minutes on the floor instead of in his husband’s arms.

Ian smiled.

“I love you, too, you grumpy bitch,” he teased, and Mickey snorted, grinning, tilting his face up for another kiss that Ian met with a smile.