#this is not fanfic i know and sorry but i just wanted to flaunt my robe even tho its not a rainbow one

[crookedt44th]

Show Me Off

PAIRING: lee minho x gender-neutral reader

GENRE: fluff, but a lot more angst. situationship. they are secretly seeing each other, but other doesn't want it as secret.

CWs: just a little bit of insecurites going on, but please lmk if more

WORD COUNT: 431

A/N: This is my first written fanfic on here! Sorry, it's short, but this is just a warm up for my playlist list and sorry for my english, too LOL Hope you enjoyyyyy

Now Playing . . . Show Me Off - Sara Kays

You hesitated to knock on his door as you stood in the front of his apartment on a particularly dark night. Despite the fact that you visited each other's homes often. However you continue to have doubts about yourself. The most handsome man ever known to man, Minho, is lovely when he laughs and smiles. Kind and gentle as always. He was not, at least not yet, your boyfriend.

Minho would wait for you outside in the car, and as soon as you got inside, he grabbed your chin and pressed his lips to yours. He reaches out to hold your hand and reminds you how gorgeous you have always been in his eyes. How his smile would grow when you would make jokes. You wondered if he would act same if it were in front of people.

When you were both by yourself, he gave you a never-ending amount of kisses, but when his friends were there, he treated you as if you’re a stranger. How he brushed it off when his friends asked who you were, saying that you're just a friend. And how, as you entered the bar together, he would ignore your presence.

You enjoy how sweet he sounds when he sings or hums while taking a shower or preparing dinner. You love the way he looks when the sun kisses him during golden hour. Minho was lying on the couch next to you as you converse, his sweet giggle resonating across the room and your heart melted. You once said, "I like when we talk really late at night." As he turned to face you, his grin gradually vanished, and he became silent.

You wonder when tomorrow will come, when the sun will rise, and when you are by yourself among a crowd. Would he ever treat you the same way as the previous night in the daylight? When he said you remind him of the moon, you wondered if he'd ever seen someone who reminds him of the sun. You ponder whether he would love you more if you glowed like the sun. Was he never aware how hurt you felt?

You’ve been hoping since late September that he’d act how you wanted him to. Every time you approach his house, you hold out hope that something will change. The only thing you want is to be flaunted, after all. But you've learned to just put up with it and leave, knowing that when dawn comes, he'll act as if you're just another person.

“I know when the sun is up,

I know when tomorrow comes,

Even though it’s all I want.”

PLAYLIST.

[baileypie-writes]

Heya , I hope you’ve had a wonderful break and wishing you the best in health! ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

As a precure fan myself I’ve really enjoyed reading your headcanons for characters as not only are they tame but really cute to ((o(^∇^)o))

So for my request if it is possible is a Daruizen and female reader who is apart of the healin good team and is a lot more brash , teasing and pompous when out as a precure who finds Daruizen undeniably infuriating due to how unbothered and selfish he is and makes it clear through remarks and just poking fun at him whenever she can lol. I thought it’d be interesting to see headcanons on how’d he react to her and what he do in situations such as this or even just seeing a write up of a potential interaction would be really nice . I’m sorry if it seems like I’m asking for a lot and honestly take your time if you need to! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

I look forward to reading more of yours posts and take care♪───Ｏ（≧∇≦）Ｏ────♪

A/N ~ Thank you for your kind and lovely request! This idea is so cool, I love it! Hope you enjoy!

~Daruizen With a Brash and Pompous Fem!Pretty Cure~

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Fandom: Healin' Good♡Precure

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Female, a Pretty Cure

Relationship: Platonic, enemies

Characters Included: Daruizen

Genre: Angst?

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mutual hatred between Reader and Daruizen, possibly OOC Daruizen?, Reader calling Daruizen an emo(I have no problem with emos. It was just for the story)

~Masterlists~

~Healin' Good♡Precure Masterlist~

Guide: Daruizen’s dialogue is green and Reader’s dialogue is uncolored.

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~ When someone like you meets someone they dislike, they don’t make any effort to hide it. That’s exactly what happened when you met Daruizen. You hated his personality from the moment you saw him lounging on a tree while his Megabyogen ran wild.

~ As you spewed your aggression and insults at him, he was amused at first. But over time, he felt himself become more and more irritated. You just kept going, never getting tired. He wishes you’d just shut up, and hate him silently.

“What’s with that choker? Are you an emo or something?”

“I don’t know what an ‘emo’ is, but probably not.”

“How do you not know what that is? Do you live under a rock?”

“Sure. Whatever…”

~ The only reactions he ever gives are dry responses. He would interact with you to get on your nerves, but doesn’t want to give you any sort of satisfaction either. Besides, he’s much too lazy to do anything else anyway. So he leaves all the talking, yelling and insulting to you.

“Gosh, you’re so annoying.”

“‘Kay.”

“I mean, don’t you have anything else to do besides poisoning the earth?”

“Not really.”

“Do you ever say more than just a few words.”

“Maybe.”

~ Your pompous trait reminds Daruizen of his own teammates. And he does not have fond opinions of them. The way you flaunt and show off is quite irritating to him. Especially since he himself doesn’t do more than he has to. You go out of your way to show others how cool you think you are, and it gets under his skin. But of course, he doesn’t show it.

~ While your average insults don’t faze him, there is one thing that grinds his gears. And that’s when you talk down to him as if he’s ignorant or a child. He’s already the young one of his own group, so he doesn’t need someone else treating him as such. Talking to him in a high pitched, baby voice and stating obvious things in an informative manner really gets on his nerves.

“Ok little boy, I don’t know if you know this, but what you’re trying to do is going to kill everyone on earth. And killing is bad, okay?”

“Yes, I’m aware.”

~ If you learn all the things that trigger him, you just might be able to get an actual reaction out of him. Just combine everything he hates about you, and crank it up to one hundred percent. Eventually, he’s bound to crack. And if he does, oh boy, are you in for a fight.

~ Daruizen would battle you one on one, taking all his rage and annoyance out on you; the culprit. It’s surprising to see him act so out of character. But if you wanted to get him all riled up, congratulations, you’ve succeeded. The battle would go on until he either loses steam or one of you defeats each other. Afterwards, he’d leave without hardly saying a word. Just know that you’ve successfully gotten yourself an enemy.

“Oh? You’re done fighting? Is your battery dead? Haha!”

“Shut up.”

“No thanks. Anyways, that was fun. You’re much stronger than I thought.”

*teleports away*

“Wow. He didn’t even say goodbye. How rude.”

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~~baileypie-writes

[dentistfreak]

💉🪚, selfship, mix of sfw and nsfw, this is basically a fanfic it's so long I'm so sorry

Thinking about how my f/o in his source material is described as having studied abroad, and because my interp of him comes from a wealthy background, I can't stop thinking about him taking me away to one of his villas on a business trip. He picks me because I'm able to pass as a cis girl and he needs to convince the other doctors he is dating a woman in order to maintain his reputation as a straight man. He picks all of my outfits out for me so I'll look presentable, takes me to get my hair and nails done, making it very clear the whole time that this is all because he doesn't want me to embarrass him. He'd treat me like an object to flaunt the whole time and I'd love it. He'd click his tongue and put my sunscreen on for me, grumbling under his breath the whole time about how he doesn't trust me to put it on right myself, and I'd show him up if I showed to the business dinner with burns all over me. He's slow and meticulous so as to not miss a spot, has to make sure I'm fully covered just in case, and because he's a doctor he's warning me of the dangers of heatstroke very clinically as if he's taking to a patient despite the fact that his hands are rubbing sunscreen over my thighs.

He doesn't want to make too much conversation while we're alone. When around other people he feels compelled to wrap his arm around my waist as to appear convincing. We'd go to the beach and I'd sunbathe and admire him through my sunglasses only for him to come over towards my lounge chair and kneel down besides me, growl in my ear about how I'm not being as discreet as I think I am, and that if I want to fuck him I should put my mouth to good use instead of my eyes. I would nod delicately, and make good on that promise when we get back to his vacation home. I can feel his large hands pushing my head down further into his dick, but he's so small I can take all of him without choking. I let him fuck my mouth until he's satisfied, and he pushes me off of him and tells me if I want to be a good girl then I should show him how good I am at riding his cock. The walls of the villa sure are echoey, I wonder if the doctors in the nearby holiday homes can hear. I'm sure my f/o would like everybody else to know just how good he's making me feel before we're introduced.

[caixxa]

For the Ask a reader meme:

What are your answers for A10, B5, C4 and D7?

A10. Who did you have your first fanfic-related conversation with? What was it about?

Oh dear, I'm not sure. Something about some early Bale/Cristiano football rpf fics I think? If it counts as conversation that I talked back and forth with the author in their ao3 comment box and leaving anon guest asks on their Tumblr. It was probably @tylerparsons who's the sweetest but hasn't posted on tumblr in 11 months.

B5. Which story have you read more than any others? How many times?

This is tricky! I went through a lot of my history and I can't really say despite there being actual numbers. The most visited tend to be multichapters (there's a 78 chapter fic that I've visited 412 times), so I haven't necessarily read the whole fic through multiple times, just hit every chapter once and some of them multiple times. But a justin/seb fic i want you (to want me) by anonymous must be one of the top ones, it's a one-shot and I've visited it 47 times (some of those must've been me just getting the link to rec it tho)

C4. What thing that fandom loves do you actually kind of hate? Why?

I'm not into a/b/o which limits my reading. Same with BDSM AU. I want my characters to have agency in their desire, I don't want their dynamics dictated by biological determinism. I also hate A Ovechkin with a passion because he's a pro-Putin spokesperson who proudly flaunts his homophobia. I also scroll past most of the fics because HRPF is so centered around the Big Pairings and they're not my ships. And oh, so many people think that fights are the most romantic thing to do for your partner and I don't like that trope either. Nor do I think that a character dripping with blood is super sexy. (Aren't I a little ball of hate here?)

D7. Why did you leave your most recent comment? Will you share it with us?

I left it because I genuinely loved the fic and because I felt guilty that I hadn't commented it on my first read. I said that, and the reason, in my comment.

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This is so well written! Gut wrenching (sic!) emotion through and through. Genuine love.

This was so real:

“Fuck, I can barely see these tiny screens,” Sergei bitched and moved his phone out at arm’s length, head pulled back a bit to focus. “I don't know where my glasses are. When did we get so old?”

That touch of writing age is so good.

Sorry for not commenting earlier! I've read this when it came out but I have had a hard time processing my thoughts on KHL still running, and especially CSKA being the organization it is. It shouldn't affect my fandom engagement, it's silly.

(The fic is Counting the seconds I lack, break my back just thinking about it. by penaltyboxed)

Thank you for the ask!

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 19

Our Doll

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: Bucky confronts Steve. Feelings are shared (as well as girlfriends)

Warnings: swearing (I think), kissing, slight groping, angst, feelings you guys

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

A/n: this is the last chapter in the series! I am planning to write a sequel series, so stick around for that! Thank you guys soooo much for all the support in this series, I never expected it to get so much love, I love you 3000!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

"So Sharon isn't staying the night?" Bucky asked, quirking a brow. Steve jumped slightly, resting his hand over his heart as he turned to face his former best friend.

"Jesus, Buck. You scared me." Steve breathed, gaze hard. Bucky smirked, pushing himself off the wall where he leant beside Steve's door, arms folded tightly over his chest and ankles crossed.

"So, no sleepovers?" Bucky asked once again, sauntering slightly closer to Steve now. Steve's hands now laid flat at his sides, expression cold, indifferent, as he eyes Bucky as the former assassin moved closer.

"What's it to you?" Steve snapped, eyes following Bucky as he walked to the side of Steve.

"You hurt my girl. Just trying to find out why." Bucky shrugged, coming to a stop at Steve's door. "You wanna invite me in for a drink?" Bucky prompted, twitching his head towards the door. Steve sighed heavily, but opened the door and let Bucky in none the less.

Once inside, Bucky headed straight for Steve's little kitchenette, plopping himself down in one of the chairs that awaited neatly next to the small dining table. Steve wandered in too, grabbing a couple beers from his fridge before joining Bucky. He slid one of the cool bottles over to the Super soldier, the compensation leaving a wet trail across the wood.

"I'm guessing you want to talk to me about something?" Steve supplied, taking a swing of his beer. Bucky nodded, not touching his as he leant forward in his chair.

"I know you still love y/n." Bucky confessed, poker face not giving away a single emotion. Steve breathed in deeply, flitting his gaze away momentarily.

"I do." He said simply, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms across his sturdy chest. "And I'll wait for her, however long it takes."

"Why do you think she'll ever leave me? Especially after seeing you move on so quickly." Bucky scoffed, shaking his head.

"Because she loves me." Steve kept his sentences simple.

"And she also loves me, and seeing as I'm not the one whoring off with some blonde against I meant whilst she was being tortured...I'd like to say my chances are high." Bucky quipped with a tight smile.

A shuffle outside had both men looking up, towards Steve's door. They could both tell y/n was standing there, listening to them. But they both seemed to ignore it for now, continuing their heated discussion.

"And yet you're the route of so much of her pain." Steve mused with a small smile. Bucky's eyes rolled, a humourless laugh falling from his lips.

"I know she loves you, but I also know that she trusts me more. So whatever you think is gonna happen, it's not." Bucky claimed, pushing back from the table and standing from his chair. He walked slowly over the the door, hand wrapping firmly around the handle before he was pulling it open. "Come on in, doll."

Y/n froze, stood in the door way to Steve's rock with an expression of guilt written over her. Steve's gaze met her's, his hand still wrapped around his beer bottom as it sat idly on the table. Y/n walked in nervously, hands fidgeting. Bucky closed the door behind her, resting against the wall beside it with his arms over his chest and his ankles crossed as he watched the scene unfold.

"I'm sorry." She said weakly, but Steve waved her off.

"S'fine, sweetheart. I wanted to talk to you anyway." He dismissed, gaze not meeting her's.

"You did?" She asked incredulously, eyes narrowed.

"I did." Steve confirmed, standing up and carefully walking around the table, towards her.

Y/n instinctively took a tiny step back without realising, making guilt sink to her stomach. He wouldn't hurt her, would he?

"I wanted to say that I'm sorry." Steve mumbled slowly as he stood in front of her. Y/n nodded, processing what he was saying. "I shouldn't have flaunted Sharon in front of you like that, it was unfair and cruel."

"It's fine, Steve, I have Bucky now-" y/n tried to reason with him.

"But it's not fine! I hurt you, intentionally. And it feels awful." Steve raised his voice, a tear threatening his waterline. "And it's worse because I still love you. And I don't think I'll ever stop loving you." He admitted, turning around, unable to face her.

"Steve.." y/n murmured, completely frozen in place as she stared at his broad back.

"And now I want you back!" He all but shouted, spinning to face her, a mixture of what seemed to be hurt, longing and guilt written over his face like a poem. "I caused you pain that you didn't-" he paused, running a hand over his face, a deep sigh leaving him, "I caused you pain that you didn't deserve, y/n."

"Steve it's fi-" y/n tried again, even though she was still mad she had Bucky now.

"Please, just, tell me why the fuck it hurts so bad?" He basically whined, eyes clouded with tears as his voice dropped to a whisper.

"But I broke you first.." y/n hummed quietly, eyes downcast in shame. Her face was lifted, his hands cupping her cheeks and his eyes searching her own now.

"But you didn't." Steve sighed, shaking his head. Y/n frowned, brows pulled together with confusion.

"B-but I kissed Bucky-"

"And I got over it. I was stupid, I didn't listen to you- god, I didn't even consider it." He confessed, angry at himself now. "And then I basically did the same to you, after knowing just how much it fucking hurts." He whispered, tears streaking his face as he broke down before her.

"Steve..."

"And it's my fault! It's my fucking fault!" He said louder now, face reddening as he spoke. "All I feel is guilt! Burning, eating, clawing guilt!" Steve exclaimed, pushing away from y/n and walking across the room. "Is this how you felt after kissing Bucky?" Steve mumbled, closed fist resting against the wall.

"Yes, but-"

"Fuck!" Steve shouted, slamming his fist against the wall, the shattering of a fallen picture frame making y/n flinch with a wince. The sound caught his attention, Steve's face softening considerably as he took long and fast strides towards her. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, "I'm so, so sorry."

"It's okay, Steve." The girl assured, grabbing his hands in hers and smoothing her thumbs over the backs of his hands, trying to calm the super soldier in front of her. "I'm fine. You're fine." Y/n whispered, letting go of his hands and tangling her fingers onto his hair as his head dropped forward onto her shoulder. "It's okay." She murmured against his ear, y/n's heart saddening as she felt Steve's frame shake against her with every sob.

Y/n dared to glance at Bucky over Steve's shoulder, the super soldier leant awkwardly against the wall as if he hadn't been there the entire time, watching, waiting. Finally, he pushed away from the wall, coming closer towards them. His flesh hand resting against the small of Steve's back, warm and comforting as he rubbed small circles.

"It's okay, Stevie, we forgive you." He mumbled into Steve's hair, placing a kiss to the top of Steve's head. All that could be heard for a moment were his sobs, Bucky's arms wrapping around Steve's shoulders as he rested his head on top of Steve's.

"I love you, Steve." Y/n mumbled, turning her head to place a small his on his neck. Steve sniffed, murmuring something that was incoherent against her shoulder.

"I love you too, punk." Bucky whispered against Steve's blonde locks, making both of the avengers before his raise their heads and look at him. Bucky smiled wide, tears pricking his own eyes now as he stared into Steve's eyes. "I love you."

"As a friend?" Steve asked with a  furrowed brow. Bucky shook his head. "As- as more?" Bucky nodded his head this time, a relived laugh leaving his lips as Steve smiled.

Before y/n could even being to comprehend what just happened, Steve was crashing his lips to Bucky's in a searing, desperate kiss that seemed to say much more than words could. His hands tangled into Bucky's luscious locks, giving a firm tug that enticed Bucky to groan into his mouth. The assassin's hands were clawing at Steve's shoulders hungrily as he moaned against Steve's mouth.

Y/n just watched. She watched as they painted and groaned, trying to touch everywhere they could as they made out. For a moment, she considered leaving, feeling as though they wanted her gone now they'd finally expressed how they felt. But as she went to move a cool, rough hand wrapped around her wrist, spinning y/n into Bucky's chest as his lips pressed to hers. Hard.

She moaned against him as Steve's lips danced over her neck, his body pressed into her back as his hands found purchase on her hips. Bucky's hands grasped her ass, one staying there as the other one travelled higher, wrapping around her throat and pulling y/n closer into him as he pulled away. Our breath mingled with hers as she panted, trying to get her breath back.

"Be our doll." Steve murmured against her cheek, hands squeezing her hips.

[vanitylang]

Wow, we're getting down to the final bits of commentary. Don't worry, I am going to avoid spoilers and only vaguely talk about them (no screenshots).

That said, let's begin!

My baby is finally getting the recognition he deserves. 😭 Thank you, Ye Baiyi! I was meaning to mention him before in my commentaries, but I figured I'd save it until this moment. He is certainly a fun character and I've enjoyed how much of a savage he can be, harsh with his words sometimes but hella wise. I know some people like to ship him and Xie'er together. It is definitely a much healthier ship than ZJ×Xie'er (though I've still indulged in some ZJ×Xie'er fanfics. #guiltyascharged >.<). I think my overall fave ship is Prince Jin×Xie'er. Was not expecting this third ship at all, but after some fanfics I've read of them, I am hooked! Haha

But anyway, back on track with the commentary.

Baby is slowly rising to power. Love to see it!

But tread carefully, my child. Do. Not. Trust. This. Man. Do not fall for it!

The small upturn of his lips. The look in his eyes. On the surface it's pretty much like, "I wish you much success, Yifu." But beneath the surface, Baby is plotting sweet, sweet revenge. I can sense it. (Given that I already saw his monologue prior to watching this. Lol) But like, this is what I'm saying about Li Daikun. Like I know I'm a total fangirl and I go feral over how handsome/beautiful he is, but like there is so much more to this man. He is so freakin' talented, it's truly admirable. And I love him in interviews. He's just so funny and witty.

Okay, I'm getting off-track again. Sorry. Lol

We continue on with more Xie'er images, but also an image of Beauty Ghost. I love her too, and I have not posted about her at all. I am horrible! >.< I really love the dynamic of their interactions. I didn't realize how much they would end up interacting. It makes sense though.

I also love how Xie'er is genuinely worried about her, and he shows a soft side that we don't see him showing anyone else. It's like he sees a small part of himself in Beauty Ghost, given how much she's suffered. He wants the best for her and I'm just like baby, I want that for you too. Why can't you try to do that for yourself as well? 😭

Like why would you want to give him one more chance? He doesn't deserve it. Meanwhile, you deserve the world, baby. 🥺

Like, look at him though! He is baby, your honor.

Working our way back to plot now before I keep going on about Xie'er.

Baby girl took a stand and I was so there for it! You go Gao Xiaolian, you seek that justice for your dad!

Again, what do these bros have to look so darn pretty for? Like why are y'all flaunting like this? Haha

Lastly, I adored this part! I wish I could make a gif, but screenshots will have to suffice. He's just like nope, nothing to see here. Talk to the hand.

Peace out y'all! Until the next and final WoH commentary. It's really quite bittersweet. 😢

[neoaevis]

How Much I Love You/Hate you (TEASER)

Reader X Mark, Break-up!, ex-lovers!,rich!kid,arranged marriage

Warnings:Smut,Fluff,Angst,Cheating

Word Count: 911(for the teaser)

(This Will Be A Series)

:>> Heyy bbyss!! It’s my first time to ever write about a fanfic huhu I hope you enjoy this little tease and I hope it doesn’t bore you literally my first time send me a ask for some suggestions:

Plot: You were in an arrange marriage that you hate but then you fell in-love and as you were in a relationship with Mark for so long your love was endless but not until your accident that made you forget about him and how you broke up with him due to his drunken mistake.

You were 22 and Mark was 27 when you met, that day you just returned from New York because you just finished your fashion design degree in Parsons, The New School for Design. It was during a charity ball that was launched by the ever so prominent Lee family that has a lot of business strings and is especially well known for their famous law firm and your family the well-known Park family was prominent for your huge impact in the fashion industry because you family owns the most sought-after fashion brand. You were single and hated relationships,you have never been into a serious one because you promised yourself to never fall in-love after how your parents divorced because your dad slept with another woman, Mark has been in countless relationships that always broke him down and he sleeps around to forget them.

During the ball everyone was in daze to see you as you flaunt your Aadnevik French Layered Gown you were actually used to the crowd loving you and giving you praises, but you noticed there was someone that did not praise you back, you did not know who that man was but you are sure he is handsome and hot as hell, and you were curious as to why he did not even cared to talk to you as if he did not know who you were, your night was spent on drinking champagne and dancing with several men that  asked for your hand but your mind never left the man who did not even bother to notice you, as you get dizzy from too much dancing you went to the balcony for some fresh air you saw the man that never even cared to greet you maybe it was the alcohol that made you so confident as you said, “My name is y/a fn/la, I am intrigued I’ve never seen you anywhere are you perhaps a son of a small time business owner?”

Mark then scoffed as to who you were and how bold you are to tell him that and made him think of you as someone that seeks his attention,”You don’t know me, those tricks never work on me anymore” he kept a grin on his face “How bold of you to throw yourself to me”

You were shocked as to how bold that man infront of you are, both of you were fighting for dominance towards each other as you were about to answer you heard someone talking to the mic your mom “Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to thank you all for coming to today’s charity ball and as you all now we had a joint ball with the Lee family to celebrate our union in our business merge and one more exciting announcement” he paused for a while as he silently told his secretary to fetch you, “I would like to present my daughter y/a the one and only heir of delacuir and the future missus of the Lee family” you were shocked by the news, you did not want to get married to someone you barely even love”I want to present to you my son-in law Mark Lee” as he went up the stage you were shocked and now you know why he barely notice you he is someone more prominent than you and no you swear you did not want to marry him.

Mark stood at the stage and looked at you with a grin and whispered in your ear “I thought you did not know me, it turns out you actually really did want to throw yourself to me” you were shocked by his word and so you just ran away. You went to the after party instead because you were too suffocated by what just happened there you saw your best friend Yuna as she ran to you “y/a what was that news about I thought you were never going to get married, your marrying the MARK LEE the litteral guy who sleeps around fucking different women everyday” you were so angry that you snapped at her “ I FUCKING DID NOT KNOW YUNA IM SOO FUCKING MAD AT MY MOM FOR ARRANGING ME WITH SUCH A FUCKING RANDOM GUY THAT I DON’T AND WILL NEVER LOVE BULLSHIT I WILL RATHER GET BACK TO NEW YORK THAN MARRY HIM” you were crying so hard and Yuna hugged you “y/a it’s fine you have me just let it out” you kept on sobbing “Yuna I can’t I’m scared my mom knew how I stopped myself from being in-love after my dad slept around why did she do this to me” “Y/a  I don’t know either but just let everything out tonight and I promise you we will definitely figure everything out” you kept on drinking and drinking you were so drunk you did not even know what you were doing anymore. You woke up the next day naked next to a guy you don’t even know and you grabbed your phone that has a text from Yuna “hey babe I’m sorry I was not able to bring you home I blacked out too”

you suddenly hear a voice “I did not know that you would go into such lengths to seduce me haha how funny that you even slept with me” you recognized that voice oh FUCKING SHIT THAT WAS MARK LEE “ HOW THE FUCK AM I HERE HOW DARE YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME”

( Hey y’all sorry if it’s bad but uhm maybe suggest stuffs that you want me to add or remove, the first chapter might be released on April but huhu Im sorry kinda cliché am still getting the hang of it but promise I will make it better and I did not proofread sorry please just leave a comment😊)

(Mark is not as bad as you think they are just both broken from a lot of things)

[red-doll-face]

Slasher x reader reaction fanfic where the reader gives a lap dance? 🙏

This was actually really fun to write ! Sense you just said slashers I included my favs, Jason, Michael and Bubba, and all of the songs included are on respective playlists for each character lmao 😂

Jason Voorhees

Song to throw that juicy ass in a circle to: WAP by Cardi B feat. Megan Thee Stallion

What in god's name are you doing??? This is like the last thing he saw happening to him this Thursday afternoon. In fact he didn't see it coming at all.

The song is already jarring, as soon as it's on, he’s already embarrassed and scandalized. Not in a ‘girls can't do THAT!!’ kind of way, he’s just never heard a song that explained it in so much detail with so many analogies, half of them lost on him.

Are you the whore in the house? Is he ? Is it the both of you?! He’s so confused at first; you insisted he sit down and he was sort of antsy, what could you possibly surprise him with? And you come strutting out in a skimpy outfit. He nearly jumps out of his seat. Do you need a towel or a robe? He’s seen people naked but not like this!

You just smile seductively and push him back with a single finger, your body moving like flowing water and he wants so badly to stop staring but no matter how he tries he can't avert his eyes.

He knows it's rude but your… butt that is attached to your beautiful body that is attached to your beautiful personality… is so cute. He tries so hard to not be a creep about it.

Tries not to touch but he can feel every little movement you make against him, heat crawling all over him despite not having much feeling or blood underneath his skin.

Expect there to be consequences for being so mean! He’s so disappointed that he fell victim to your little dance but he’s weak when it comes to his precious s/o.

Michael Myers

Song to twerk that ass to: MEGATRON by Nicki ‘Onika Tanya’ Minaj

Michael knows you have something planned, you've been quiet and giggly and you have the music player set up in the living room. It's hard to keep secrets from this man. Good luck making this a surprise in any way.

When you ask him to sit he reluctantly does it, he knows you can't do much to hurt- Is that underwear?

What is that music? Is he the one in the song who just got outta prison?

Michael is blatant with his staring, not at all shy about making direct eye contact with your best assets 👀, he is disrespectfully looking.

It's a show, right? And he certainly is watching. Very much. You can tell you have an effect, his hands clench on his lap and you know he has other ideas of what you should be doing right now.

The song did say he could feel up on you, though not like he’s waiting for any sort of permission. You want to flaunt it and brush up against him? Teasing little slaps to his hands won’t stop him.

If he has his mask on he will mayhaps take it off and bite you to excite you though that may lead to other things. He may not actually make it to that point of the song. Why dance around and waste time when you can get right to it?

Bubba Sawyer

Song for sensual snake hips: Honey by Raveena

Bubba is super excited, how could you resist teasing him about a surprise later just to watch him get really hyped about it? It’ll be all he thinks about while doing work around the house.

Once you find Bubba a free moment, you sit him down and play music, slipping off a sheer cover up and Bubba's jaw drops like a cartoon character. He's drool and heart eyes emoji at the same time.

Mesmerized by your body, he doesn't know what you're trying to do. You want to dance? Is he supposed to dance with you? You shake your head and ease him back in his chair,

He is easily distracted by all of your bare skin, Bubba finds himself wanting to touch it so badly. His hands shake so hard his bracelet jingles, sweat collecting in his palm.

Your hips move in slow graceful movements and his eyes follow you like you’re a koi fish in a pond and he's a cat waiting to swipe.

He's reluctant to touch you but if you encourage him he's so happy he gets to see you like this, you just look so good, feel so good, Bubbas just so lovesick.

If you give him the ok he’s on you like glue, Bubba isn't so distracted as to forget about the possibilities.

I hope you liked these? Idk lmao keep throwing it back bois 🥵🍑 thanks for requesting sorry not sorry for being barbz to the core I say as I mention Cardi B 🤭 oops Wap is a good song !

[office-to-fantasy]

Hi could you do a shu x fem reader about there was a masquerade ball that Karl did for vampires and you have to wear masks and she is forced to go so this ball is also a feast for vampires they bring humans and drink their blood shu told his reader not to go (she already has a dress and a mask) but she still went

[I absolutely can! And I can’t remember where I’ve read a story similar to this but hey, here it is! Hope you enjoy!]

Shu Sakamaki x Fem!Reader

(Diabolik Lovers Fanfic)

The gown fit your body perfectly, and not just it, but also Shu’s suit. Of course you couldn’t tell since he wasn’t there with you as you stared into the mirror. The mask was beautiful and in many ways you wanted to flaunt it, especially with Shu.

But alas, you couldn’t. Shu had already gone down to the ball, he looked handsome nonetheless, so when he told you you couldn’t go, your mood had dropped. He hadn’t explained other than him telling you not to go.

You were tempted, it was your first event with Shu, where you could finally be shown off as his.

You pursed your lips looking at yourself in the mirror.

Would it be so bad to go?

You could just barely hear the lively music, the faint sound of a piano playing beautifully. It would be your first ball, and you wanted to go so bad.

You grabbed the mask from the table and put it on, walking out the door. You got to the first set of stairs easily, continuing your journey with ease.

A few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right?

“My my, would you get a look of that, Little Bitch decided to join.” Two green eyes met yours, halting your movements. “I thought Shu said you wouldn’t be going?” Laito questioned as he looked you up and down. “You do although look rather dashing in that gown, Little Bitch, you compliment what Shu’s wearing.”

You felt complimented at his statement, but a hint of guilt overtook you. “Yeah, but it’s my first one,” you explained meekly.

Kanato walked up the stairs, stopping next to Laito as he looked at you. “You look like a doll, it’s weird Shu had you hidden away.” Kanato had a small smile, holding his teddy close to him.

“Please don’t tell Shu, I just wanted to get a glance,” you said, nervously fiddling with the fabric of your gown.

Laito smirked. “A lady needs an escort. The real fun is just beginning anyway.” Laito appeared next to you, taking a hold of your arm, wrapping it around his own. He began leading you two down the stairs.

You nervously held onto Laito, you weren’t so sure Shu would be happy about this, much less being with Laito. But as long as you weren’t caught it would do no harm, right?

Laito led you both down the next set of stairs, more grand this time, leading into the grand ballroom. A large window lay above, the moon barely shining through all the bright lights.

Some stared, most occupied with their own lady, dancing and gliding with them across the polished floors. Your grip on Laito’s arm tightened slightly.

“Apologies, Little Bitch, I’ll have to excuse myself.” Laito left, walking to a woman in a beautiful green gown, the smirk on his features not passing by you.

“Laito—!” you whisper called, astonished by his action to leave you alone in the sea of people. You looked around frantically, trying to look for a familiar face, but to only find the one you were sure wouldn’t look happy.

Shu stared at you from across the room, a frown on his features as he assessed where you were.

Exactly where he didn’t want you to be.

A cold hand met yours, lifting it to a man’s lips. The young man kissed your hand, completely catching you off guard. His brown eyes watched you, his nicely done blond hair was swept to a side, his rare combination of eyes and hair perfectly matching his suit.

“My, you are quite the beauty. Did you happen to come alone, m’lady?” he asked kindly, but the undertone in his voice set you off.

“I‘m—” you began.

“With me.” A more gentle yet assertive hand met yours, removing it from the man’s. You looked up to see a stoic Shu, but you knew him better, he was annoyed.

The man looked at Shu, his eyes sharper, more attentive. “I see, I didn’t know.” He looked at you. “Have a good rest of the evening, m’lady,” he said, a hint of mischief in his voice as he walked away.

You slowly looked up to meet Shu’s eyes.

A slight frown was on his face. “I told you not to come, and now you’ve been handled by another man.” Shu lightly rubbed over the spot where the man had kissed your hand. “Just stay close to me now, don’t look at anyone,” Shu spoke to you quietly, loud enough for only you to hear. Shu moved his arm behind you, his hand on your waist as he led you two back to the area you’d first seen him at.

You nodded. “I’m sorry, I really just wanted a glance,” you quietly explained, walking by his side.

“You’re already here, might as well enjoy it while it lasts.” Shu glanced at you. “Especially since you look like that,” he said with a small smirk.

You smiled slightly, knowing he liked the way you looked.

Shu’s smile dropped slightly as he looked around. He immediately took you into his arms, holding you close to his chest. “Don’t move,” he whispered next to your ear.

The words sent a shiver down your spine, his words held so much power, as though they determined your life.

The lights went out, the dim glow of the moon the only thing lighting up the room. Screams echoed throughout, many women and a few men screaming in pain and terror.

You barely glanced around as you saw bodies dropping to the ground, stains of red capturing your vision. Your heartbeat picked up as you watched the lifeless bodies of many surround you. Shu’s breath on your neck made you halt completely.

He’d drank from you multiple times, so why was it now that you felt an awful chill crawl up your spine. You subconsciously took a step back, catching Shu’s attention.

“I told you not to move,” he stated firmly. His fingers lightly grazed your neck, moving the hair from your neck, his breath more clearly felt against your skin.

Panic spread throughout your body as you pushed away from Shu. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but the situation blocked all reason from you.

Shu looked at you shocked. He began walking to you.

You jerked back once again.

Why were you doing that? Shu wouldn’t drink you dry as others were doing at that very moment, would he?

Shu frowned slightly. “What? Do you think I’m gonna kill you?” He took another step.

You froze. No, you didn’t, but you were terrified at the moment.

Shu smirked. “Did you think I’d leave you dead and dry like everyone else is doing?” His smile dropped, a hint of hurt flashing past his eyes before returning back to their blank state. Shu appeared in front of you.

No, Shu wouldn’t do that, you knew it. You stayed still, the fear subsiding as you stared into those deep blue eyes that had been loving you for months now. To see him hurt at your reactions easily brought you back to what was important.

Shu hadn’t wanted you to come for the very reason that was happening, and if he wanted to drink you dry he would’ve done so long ago.

Shu held your hips, lowering his mouth to your neck but you stayed still. If Shu suddenly decided that he didn’t want you, you’d more than gladly let yourself die in his hands.

“I’ll show you what I’m capable of.”

You slowly move your hands around Shu’s neck, holding him closely. You rested your cheek against his shoulder, completely trusting him as you should’ve since the very beginning. Your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the man you loved against you.

Only Shu’s breath grazed your neck for a moment before lips pressed against your skin.

You softly smiled. “I love you, Shu.”

Shu let out a soft chuckle against your skin before softly kissing your neck. “I love you too, lewd woman.” His lips met your ear. “That won’t stop me from marking you tonight, let’s see you try and disobey me again.”

[lunarianillusion]

A change in fate

A Maribat fanfic

prologue

Marinette had made a grave mistake that would put the fate of Paris in peril. After a stressful battle, with a murderous akuma along with a sentimonster that could shroud the battlefield with a thick mist and Mayura, she had renounced her miraculous. Her civilian life had been getting more and more miserable thanks to Lie-la and even though she had a small but loyal group of friends it was to much. The omega could not take all the responsibility and Tikki insistence to keep moving forward and to keep doing her best was exhausting to say the least. So, she renounced the little god for a moment of pure silence, but that moment had allowed her to get akumatized.

“Oh, Tikki. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” the girl whispered to herself. A lone tear ran down her cheek, her face blank from any emotion.

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In the aftermath of the battle Marinette had found that a new ladybug had risen. This one seemed to be flaunting her ‘excellence’ and was slandering the previous ladybug with viperous intend.

The noir omega had gone to her master to find out what the plan of action to reclaim the miraculous was going to be. But when she arrived, she was scorned for her negligence in losing the ladybug miraculous.

“You should have been more careful Mrs. Dupain-Cheng. I intrusted you with one of the greatest powers within our universe and you take such lenience with it. This is not a game. Now we do not know who the ladybug wielder is and that could jeopardise the fate of Paris if not the universe,” The old beta berated.

Marinette felt her inner fire begin to boil over once more, but instead of a cold despair like a hours prior, it was a raging inferno. He thought this was a game to her, has he not been paying attention to how Chat Noir was acting at all! And Intrusted! He forced the role of ladybug onto her. With no warning, no prior preparation and the way he chose made her question if he should even have hold over the remaining miraculous. So, she snapped.

“Intrusted?!” The omega shrieked, baring her fangs. “You practically forced the role onto me! With your misguided way of choosing exam and then gave me no training, no guidance and just watched as I tripped every step of the way! You speak of me being lenient, have you even been paying to Chat Noirs behaviour?!”

Fu opened his mouth to interjected, but Marinette did not give him a chance. He would hear what she had to say.

“Do not even try making any excuses for him and do not give that crap about the ladybug and black cat being meant to be together. You know that all the flirting is uncalled for and distracting. How many innocent people have been hurt or worse, because he could not stop harassing me. Let’s also not forget all the times in battle he got mind controlled or straight up killed! He is a thorn in once side, that only adds to my stress. Stress from being ladybug, stress from trying to find Hawkmoth and my civilian life with all of its own responsibilities. I try to be ‘perfect’, but I am only human, and we are not supposed to, as a species, bottle up all of our emotions. So, I am ‘sorry’ if I cracked under all the pressure, but I am not an emotionless doll that you can make do as you will, and I will just go along with it!” Marinette roared.

The omega took several deep breathes. Having finally let out all of her despair, pain and rage. So, now she tried to calm herself and get her flaring spiced up scent, that reflected her raging emotions, under control. She was truly grateful far Wayzz. If not for the small turtle protection around the shop, she would likely have been akumatized again.

“Very well,” the ancient beta sheathed, eyes glaring cold daggers into the omega before him. “Then you shall no longer carry the title of ladybug. I will release you from that burden. You shall never get a miraculous from me again. Cleary you are to unstable now to carry such a great honour. Given with what cast you have matured into.”

Oh, he did not just go there.

“We shall see how the new ladybug does. She might do far better with Chat Noir than you ever did.”

Marinette highly doubted that. She had seen the recording of the fight. Chat noir had been killed halfway through the battle and had been arguing with the new ladybug non-stop before that. Tripping each other up on purpose. The unknown ladybug had only been able to win by the skin of her teeth.

“Now leave my shop and do not come back. You are no longer welcome here.” Fu ended his speech by turning his nose to the girl and staring her down.

The silence in the room was deafening.

After a long moment of getting her emotions under control did Marinette straighten up. Her face a blank emotionless mask, a reflection of her spend emotions, and left the massage parlour. Leaving an enraged old beta and horrified kwami, who truly wished this was all just a big nightmare, behind.

The young omega then aimlessly walked and walked, hoping that buzzing in her head would just stop. He feet brought her to the place where it all began. The battlefield where she fought her last battle as ladybug.

She stood there for maybe an hour. Just standing there, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and regrets. Before deciding it was time to go home, if she could even call it her home. Her parents no longer trusted her, thanks to Lie-la. They did not abuse her with any violence but did make her work long hours in the bakery when they wanted to go out. Which they had been doing more and more as of late. Other wise they just ignored her. This made her wonder if they ever truly cared for her.

Marinette sighed and was about to turn around. When something caught her eye.

It shined blue and seemed to call to her.

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Timothy Jackson Drake truly did not wish to leave Gotham, but he could not take anymore of his old pack. Be it the attempts on his life or the neglect that has been growing over the months. The way most of the pack just ignored him on a daily basis made him think of when he was still living with his parents, when they were still alive.

Everything stared to get shaky when Jason retuned from the grave. At first Tim had been exited in small part, since he had always looked up to the second robin. Then came the attempts on his life. Tim knew that in large part that had been the fault of the Lazarus pit and the Al Ghuls, but the scar never fully faded.

His relationship with the older alpha was now shaky at best. They could get along but there were some moments.

And then came Damian Al Ghul Wayne.

Things started to truly spiral for the young alpha with the arrival of the violent pup. In all honesty he could not fully blame all of the violent tendencies on the pup themself. Most of it had come from the way Damian was raised.

The Al Ghuls just loved to fuck with the Wayne pack in more ways than one.

Even that did not excuse most of his actions. The thing that got Tim the most however was how the pack barely reprimanded or the corrected the pup on his behaviour. Even when the demon spawn tried to kill him on so many occasions. He barely got a slap on the wrist. A very slow transition ensued for the pup and Tim because of this and to this day the demon spawn would try to kill him, at the most inconvenient of times.

And then the brat was given the robin mantle. No choice had been given to the youngest alpha in the matter. Dick had just taken the mantle and given it away with barely an explanation given or time for Tim to prepare a new identity before the reveal.

He relationship with his older brother became extremely strained after that.

After that whole debacle he had gone to find Bruce. In a sense hoping that it would help the pack. In a way it did, but Timothy became more and more like a poltergeist to the Wayne pack. He could stand right beside one of them and they just would not notice him.

Thank god for Alfred though if not for the old beta Tim would not have survived to this point.

And was one of the reasons why Timothy wanted to stay. But no, he needed to leave. He first thought of going to the titans but decided against that. He had gotten estranged with his old friends over the years and did not feel comfortable with still being so close to Gotham. No, he needed to start a new.

Which lead to were he is now. On a plane to Paris, staring melancholily out the window. He had prepared everything in advance to erase his old self from the Wayne pack and keep off their radar. There was a reason however for choosing Paris.

While once going through the justice league files, he came across a curious case that had been played off as a prank. It was a call for help from a few years back. It had been made by what had to have been a young teenage hero. She had called saying that a villain by the name of Hawkmoth had shown up and was using negative emotions to turn civilian’s into superpowered pawns to do his bidding. It had been written up as a prank because no calls for help had come for either the French government or the JLE. Then again Guy Gardner was the one to look into the case, so grain of salt. And when Tim looked into the case, he found nothing but nothing as in complete radio silence. As if Paris had completely dropped of the face of the earth news wise.

So, he would take a look himself and see for himself what this was about and if it was truly a prank than he could just find a way to start a new life in the city of love.

[cabinetofdrcaligosto]

(Hey Mun, what do you think would've happened if Loboto's parents were decent people and accepted their son was psychic?)

(So just a note, I had way too much fun with this haha xDD  It’s a super long post so I’ll probably put a “keep reading” halfway through)  But this is 100% headcanon/fanfic/AU land from this point on!! *cracks knuckles to type*

So if Loboto's parents were actually nice and understanding people..... He would’ve grown up in a loving household, and be encouraged to keep using his powers.

Because I have a feeling his parent's are the type to brag, they probably would've flaunted the fact he had powers to everyone.  Whether their world hates psychics or not, they would've been proud of him and have him show off any chance he got (like helping the neighbors maybe, or just having fun lifting people off the ground to “fly”, etc.)

Eventually, he'd be known by his whole little seaside town as a psychic xDD  In highschool, word of him would've reached the government/Psychonauts and they'd try to recruit him on (I was thinking maybe he would’ve been sent to Whispering Rock, but maybe it wasn’t established yet, so they probably recruited psychics back then like the army?)

Since Loboto's parents were cool, they would’ve encouraged him to follow what ever dream he wanted, and that would still be a sailor xDD  I like to think he probably wouldn’t have gone to college after high school or join the Psychonauts.  He’d sign onto the first boat that would hire him and set to sea like he always dreamed.

The fisherman didn't really know what a psychic could do on a boat, until they saw Cal pull in his first catch.... and everything in it's radius xDD  He probably would've become a super successful fisherman!  Pulling tons of stuff out of the water and making alot of money for it ^w^  And he would’ve lived happily ever after as a sailor/fisherman...............  But then.... I really like the idea that he might have joined the Psychonauts later on xDD  So if he DID join them.... how? And then I thought xD (story continues under the cut)

Ever since his psychic powers started showing up, he started having dreams of a "sea witch".  When he was young, he thought nothing of it, just a cool dream.  But when he was out at sea, the dreams would became more vivid and violent.  Everytime, the figure would be calling his name.  He didn't know what those dreams meant until... one day returning from sea, his parents didn't pick him up like usual.

When he returned home, he'd find his house destroyed and his parents... well... (either dead or missing ^^;;;)  He'd find out later, from a Psychonaut agent investigating the case, that other psychics had done it.  He recognizes the organization that had approached him years earlier from the agent.  Sad and angry at what happened, and wanting to know why and who had done this to his family, he joins the Psychonauts.

Then I had more fun trying to fit him into the current timeline xD  I like to think Sasha and Morry were already there and already halfway through there agent training (Sasha maybe being alittle more ahead of Morry).  But they would act as teachers from time to time to help train new recruits.  

They would take Cal and eventually Milla under there wing.  Because Cal was alittle older, he'd probably have alittle more difficulty learning other abilities.  But telekinesis would still be the one thing he was crazy good at.  Like maybe lifting multiple super heavy things all at the same time is difficult to do for other psychics (like they can only lift one thing at a time with there minds while Cal can lift and move a bunch of stuff, lol I dunno, just trying to think how he could differ from the others).  I also like to think him and Milla would have been learning buddies xD (also maybe Morry still had his hair in the 70′s/80′s? hehe)

Morry and Sasha would "graduate" first and eventually go onto try and do missions together.... but that wound up failing miserably because their personalities clashed too much.  So when Cal and Milla passed, Sasha would take on Milla as a partner (he was helping her recover from her trauma anyway, so they thought it would be a good fit) and Morry would have Cal.  

I like to think if/when these 2 were on missions together, they'd be completely off the walls reckless xDD

They'd get their missions done, but not without costing the Psychonauts branch a TON of money (due to destroying... EVERYTHING on missions).  Cal would love being a Psychonaut just for the adventure xD  So what about those strange dreams?

Well, eventually he’d find the name of the psychics suspected in harming his family, the Galochio’s.  And one day, he'd meet one of them during a dangerous mission Ford was called to and asked for backup from his most powerful agents (Sasha, Milla, Morry, and Cal).  They wouldn't be able to reach Ford though, one of the psychics they’d run into would be way too powerful for them.  But Cal would get a good clue from something they said.

(I’m kind of going off that one dream I had about Maligula talking with Loboto) After that big mission, and knowing Ford was injured during the battle, Cal decided missions would be too dangerous for the time being (after hearing the Galochios knew his name and that apparently they wanted him dead xDD).  He instead decided to stick with researching and inventing for the Psychonauts, while Morry would go onto establishing Whispering Rock Psychic Summer Camp xDD  Cal’s lab is located under the motherlobe, with big open windows looking out into the depths of the lake that surrounds the building.

He spends all his time down there creating and building new tools and weapons for agents, as well as gathering information about enemies.  As of Psychonauts 2 (in this AU hehe ^^;;;), he’d still be trying to piece together his family's history with the Galochio's, as well as the Aquatos.  Here’s his outfit too ^w^ (his little necklace is the patch he had on his shirt as a boy)

Sorry this was such a long post, my thoughts just went EVERYWHERE haha xDD  But I like to think this is what might have happened to him if his parents were good people ;w;

[draco-kasai]

Hero Collaboration Program

Summery: High School Hero Collaboration Program! Helping Sophomore hero students connect with others around the world! Come join us for a two-week-long trip to one of our schools for an amazing once in a lifetime experience with students of Yuuei! Only a lucky 40 students will be selected for this program. They will be split into two groups of 20 and sent to different schools to have completely unique experiences!

A/N: AKA, A very ambitious fanfic I started because even though I have another fanfic in progress my brain decided to give me an idea and I just had to do it. These are all characters I adore and I even did lots of reasurch on them to hopefuly get them down right. I also too many backstories and threw them into a meat grinder to remold them in a way that would make them fit into this universe.

I love Class 1-A, but like they need to be taken down a peg or two, and I want to see them get their asses handed to them.  

Ch. 1 part 2 of 3 Program Sign-Ups -->

Chapter 1 Part 3

           Chapter 1 Part 1

The sound of wheels rolling against concrete and mild chatter flowed around the skate park. A small group of friends all joked about as they took turns going down the vert ramp. A tanned girl with dark brown hair, dark purple horns and pointed ears. Laughed as her brown haired friend almost slipped off his board when he landed beside them. His dark blue eyes glared back over at her, making her snort at his attempt to be intimidating. 

“Stop laughing, Paloma, it’s not funny.” The boy huffed, straightening out his T-shirt.  

With another giggle, she kicked off the top of the ramp with her scooter. Getting some air over at the other side, she gripped the handle bars once she landed and moved to the other side. Performing a tail grab, she smirked, “yes it was.” she spoke quickly, her own tail poking the boys' forehead, before landing back on the ramp and rolling to the other side. Noah blinked a few times in surprise before frowning. The sound of a giggle had him turning to a girl with long red hair that was tied up in a ponytail.

“Bettyyyy!” He whined, making her giggles turn into laughter.

“I - I’m sorry, Noah! It - it’s just… your face!” She covered her lips in an attempt to stifle her laughter. The boy besides her pouts. 

“Ouch, my own girlfriend.” Noah dramatically slapped a hand over his chest, “Well, it was a good two months while it lasted.” 

Betty snorts as she pokes his cheek, “Stop it, I’m just messing with you.” 

“I’m gone for three minutes!'' The two turn to see Paloma smirking at them. The couple glance over at one another before laughing. Rolling her brown eyes, Paloma gestured towards the ramp, “Your turn, Betty. We’ll meet you on the ground.”

With a smile, the girl tightened her ponytail, “Gotcha.” giving her boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek, she adjusted her board and rushed down the ramp. After performing a few tricks, she slowed her descent down and made her way off the ramp to her friends. “Hey Regeena, hey Chaz.” She greeted the other two that joined her group.

“Sup Betty.” they both responded in unison. Opting to get out of the way of the other skaters, the group of friends made their way to sit at a bench. 

“I still can’t believe she’s still in the hero course after that.” Regeena along with everyone else chuckled.

“I keep telling her she should just stick to photography, but she’s so obsessed with proving herself better than Betty.” Chaz sighs, “You’d think she’d stop doing that already.” 

“I mean, she’s gotten better.” Noah pats his friend's shoulder reassuringly, “at least she’s not flaunting her money and wealth around anymore.” 

“Or getting me into trouble.” Betty adds 

“True that.” Regeena nods, “You know, if she wasn’t so obsessed with being better than you, I think she’d make a great rescue hero.’

“Gasp, praise? For Penelope? Regeena I’m shocked.” Paloma jokes, making the girl slap her shoulder. 

“Yeah, oh, hey, Betty, are you signing up for the uh, hero thing program?” Chaz asked, “Penelope came home complaining about the program, I read through the packet though, it seems like fun.”

The redhead smirked, leaning back in her seat she crossed her arms over her chest, “Of course I am. I’d never miss an opportunity to better myself and meet new people.”

“Ahhh I’m going to miss you.” Noah pouts as he lays his head on her shoulder. Green eyes roll skyward as she gently pats her boyfriend's cheek.

“I haven't even gotten accepted yet, Noah. I still have to fill out the packet and get through the interviews.” 

“He’s not wrong, though,” Chaz pouts, “when you do get accepted, cause there’s no way you won’t be, you’ll be gone for two weeks.”

“Wha - two weeks!?” Paloma and Regeena gasped.

“Oooo girl, I’m already missing you so much!” Regeena rose to her feet to walk around the bench and hug her friend. 

“Make sure to text us if you can!” Paloma knocks Betty back into Noah’s chest with a hug. 

“Agh guys! You’re suffocating meeee!” Betty laughs. Noah and Chaz exchange a look before developing them all in a hug, making the girls squeal. “You guuuuys~! Common! Let go! Let’s go skate already!”

“No way! Let me carve this moment into my memory where I will forever look back on it fondly!” Paloma laughed 

“Awe, guuyys” Betty giggles as she does her best to hug who she can.

Betty Barrett. Age 16. Seat 7. Student Rank 6. Hero Name: Atomic Betty. Quirk: Self Gravity 

Can control the gravity of her own body, making it lighter or heavier. She is able to single out any part of her body with her quirk for a stronger attack. With enough concentration, she could manipulate her body’s center of gravity, allowing her to walk on walls.

Hand to hand, Karate, Jujitsu

____

A tall boy walked into the large house in silence. Setting down his backpack on the counter, he began taking out any homework he had been assigned. He paused when his eyes landed on the packet his school had handed out to anyone in the hero courses. If he remembers correctly, his older cousin had taken part in the program years ago, too.

Setting the packet down, he let out a heavy sigh. Walking into the kitchen, he prepared himself something he could snack on while he worked on homework. Wondering back over to the table, he set down the plate and began homework. Once he was finished, he eyed the packet once again. 

Maybe if he got in, his parents would come home and congratulate him. 

He shook the thought off immediately. His parents want him to be a performer, not a hero like he wants to be. They never supported his dream, and yet they're proud of his cousin Zatana. Maybe it’s because she’s a daylight hero, and not an underground hero like he wants to be.

Would Zatana be happy for him if she knew he had applied?

Silently, he wondered if she’d tell her old mentor, his hero; Constantine, and what he would think. 

He bit his lower lip at the thought. His family is never home, they're always busy with putting on shows. Would they even notice him gone for two weeks? No... Probably not. With a heavy sigh, he turned the packet to the page that had to be filled in. Even if nobody is proud of him or supports his dreams, he will be a hero and this program sounds like it would be beneficial for him.

Zachary Zatara. Age 16. Seat 1. Student Rank 7. Hero Name: Mage. Quirk: Magic.

With magic, he can do various unexplainable things. 

Staff fighting, hand to hand, martial arts.

____

A tanned girl with glasses hummed as she took a sip of her drink, “So, what do you guys think of that program, Mlle. Bustier told us about?” She asked as she brought a hand up to play with the bright strands of her hair.

“Oh, the exchange program, right?” the boy next to her wearing a hat and glasses smiled, “I heard Kim and Alix might sign up.”

“Of course they would. But knowing them, they're going to struggle with those essays.” A blond with cat ears, that turned black at the tips, chuckled softly.

“What about you two? You and Marinette are in the hero courses, right?” The ombre haired girl asked as she leaned forward in curiosity.

The blond smiled sheepishly, “Yeah, I’m applying. It sounds like fun and all, but I, um, I was hoping to get in just to get away for a while.” Everyone at the table exchanged looks before turning to the blond with a reassuring smile.

“That’s fine, Adrien, you definitely deserve some time away from Paris.”

“Yeah, you can’t keep blaming yourself for that, Adrien. You didn’t know, he kept pushing you away and making you work. You couldn’t have known.”

“Yeah dude, after everything that happened this semester, with your dad being arrested as a super villain and all- ow!” He turned to the girl next to him, who was shooting him a glare. Realizing what he said, he was quick to correct himself, “N- not that any of us blame you! I mean, like, how were you supposed to know!? He kept you locked up and- I mean, You deserve a vacation from Paris! Yeah! That! You deserve to have fun and do things you were never allowed to do!” He smiled sheepishly.

Adrien’s smile widened at his best friend’s antics, “Thanks Alya, Nino, Mari. That means a lot. What are you planning on doing, Mari?” He turned to face the blue haired girl that sat next to him.

“Oh, I’ve been planning on applying ever since Luka told me about it.” Marinette smiled as she played with the straw of her drink.

“Luka told you about it?” Nino asked.

“Mhm, He took part in it last year. We would video chat and he’d send pictures. It looks like a perfect opportunity to make connections with possible partners. Maybe It’ll give me new ideas for designs, too.”

“Wha~ I’d definitely apply if I were in the hero course, that’s for sure!” Alya smiled brightly.

“It's never too late, Als.” Marinette rose a brow. “You’re already taking some hero course classes. You could always just…”

Her friend waved her hand about as if to dispel the thought, “No way, I’d rather get footage and interviews of hero fights than be a part of it! You know I’m taking those classes in case I need to protect myself.” She smirked, “Besides, I could say the same for you. An aspiring fashion designer and hero, yet you refuse to make hero costumes.”

“I’d rather make clothes for fashion and not something that would probably need repairs a few days later.” Alya and Marinette giggled.

“Wha- don’t look at me like that, Adrien. I’m in the same boat as Alya, just because I want to be a DJ doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be able to jump in to protect people. Gotta make use of Shelter after all”

Adrien sighs, “Carapace and Rena Rouge will never happen now.”

Alya snickers as Nino gives his friend an amused smile, “Carapace and Rena Rouge?” Marinette giggles

“Yeah! It came to me in a dream where we battled magic evil butterflies and used magic jewelry to fight crime! I even had their hero costumes all drawn out and everything! We could have been a quartet!”

Alya covers her lips as she laughs, “That's one heck of a dream. I appreciate it, Adrien, but we’re fine. Besides, Ladybug and Chat Noir are going to be the best duo when they debut!” The two friends looked at one another and smiled.

“Oh, You two are signing up as a duo, right?” Nino asks in curiosity, raising an eyebrow. Marinette and Adrien give one another a knowing look.

“No, actually, we’re not.” Adrien smiles

“W - what?! Why?! I thought you two were planning to debut as a duo!” Alya asked, sitting up, she looked between her two friends in confusion.

“We are, but we agreed that we can’t always rely on each other, so we’re going to sign up and, hopefully if we get in, end up in different groups.

Adrien grins, showing off his fangs, as he gives his best friend a half hug, “Being apart for a while is going to be great for us. Divide and conquer! When we meet up again, we’re going to compare notes and talk about our experiences!” 

“Oh… I… I guess that’s not too bad of an Idea.” Alya thought out loud. 

“If you learn any new fighting moves, you can just show each other too, pretty smart.” Nino nods.

“Of course it’s Pur-fect! Our ladybug came up with it!” Adrien laughs at the groans he received. 

Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Age 15. Seat 12. Student Rank 8. Hero Name: Ladybug. Quirk: Lucky Charm.

Can create items to help her with any situation. The items that are created are random, leading to weird and elaborate plans that somehow always work. When she has finished making use of the item, it disappears in a swarm of ladybugs that fix any damage made after she has summoned the item.

Acrobatics, Hand to Hand, Made up fighting style with Yo-yo

____

“But Ah-Mah pleeeease~!” a girl with long black hair and a pink streak whined

“Juniper, I said no.” an older woman shook her head as she worked her way around her office. 

“But why? Dennis got to apply in his sophomore year!” The young teenager pouted.

“Juniper, you know I need you here to help take care of everything around the house. Dennis has just graduated from the academy and has been busy making a name for himself as a hero, and Ray Ray is still too young to be left alone.”

“But Ray Ray is 12 -” 

“Juniper.” The young teenager fell silent at her grandmother's tone. The older woman let out a soft sigh, “I know it’s not fair.” She walked over to her granddaughter and gently cupped her cheeks, “but it’s always been just us four, ever since you were 8. I’ve worked harder than before to not lose you kids. I can’t retire until Dennis’s work is more secure, and he’s able to help support us better... I need you here, baobei. I’m sorry. Maybe next time…?” 

It’s a once a year thing only for sophomores…” Juniper let out a soft defeated sigh, placing her hands over her grandmothers she gently pried them away, “It’s okay Ah-Mah…” The young teenager walked out of the office, her head hung low. The older woman watched her go with sadness in her eyes. 

“You should let her at least apply…” Her eyes flickered to the open balcony, where a young man with spiked up black hair stood leaning against the door. 

“Dennis!” The older woman smiled tiredly as walked over to the young adult, “Hello, my little bèndàn.” She greeted warmly as they hugged. 

“Ah-Mah you really need to stop calling me that…” Dennis spoke in an annoyed tone, the smile on his lips betraying his true feelings. 

“I thought you wouldn’t be home until tomorrow.” The older woman chuckles softly as she goes back to her desk.

“The mission ended early.” The older boy shrugged, “So, about June -”

“Hey, Ah-Mah, why does June look so sad?” A younger boy asked as he poked his head into the office. He paused upon seeing his older brother. “Dennis!” He cheered, running over to his brother, “You’re back early!”

The young adult lets out a hearty laugh as he picks up his brother in a hug, spinning them about. Delighted giggles escaped his younger sibling's lips. “Hey there kiddo. Yeah, our mission ended early.” He sets the younger boy down and ruffles his hair, “Everything went smoothly.”

“So cool!” Their grandmother smiled fondly as she watched her two grandchildren interact. Her smile soon fell upon remembering the middle child and what had upset her. 

As the young boy spoke with his brother, he was suddenly reminded about his sister. She looked upset as she walked back to her room. “Ah-Mah, do you know why June is so upset?”

“Hm? Oh…” The older woman snapped out of her thoughts, “She wants to attend a sort of exchange student program for hero students. I want to let her apply, I really do, but if she gets in, Dennis and I work and we can’t leave you home alone.” The younger boy's face fell. It sounds like he’s unintentionally holding his sister back.

“I’m a big boy! I can be left home alone for a few hours!” Ray Ray puffed up his chest.

“I know baobei, but grandma has had this business trip scheduled for a while now. It took us months to get this meeting scheduled… I looked over the packet… My trip lines up with the first week that the program starts.” 

“I can always stay home that week till you get back.” Dennis offered.

“Would your work allow that? You had just recently started, I don’t want to place you in such a spot-”

“Ah-Mah, it’s fine. I’m sure my boss would be fine with it if I explain the situation. Not to mention, I’ve saved up my vacation days.” the boy gives a cocky smirk. 

The older woman's lips grew into a large grin, "Juniper will be very happy to hear this, and to see you back home. Come, let us break the good news to her." 

Juniper Lee. Age 16. Seat 3. Student Rank 9. Hero Name: Fāxiàn. Quirk: Detect.

She receives coordinates to a location to find anyone she needs to find. To do so, she must have made eye contact with the person she plans to keep track of at least once. She can keep track a single individual for three hours, has a limit of 5 people at a time for an hour. Her eyes turn purple as she focuses on tracking anyone. 

Parkour, hand to hand, karate. 

_____

“What do you think, sis?”

“I think it’s a really good opportunity. It sounds like it’s a fun little vacation too. You should definitely take advantage of it, Virgil.” An older woman with her dark hair in pigtails nods as she hands her younger brother the packet back.

“Yeah? You think dad would be cool with it?” Virgil asked, black eyes roaming over the packet once again, flipping to the other pages. 

“I know dad can be… strict, but I’m sure he’d understand. You just gotta ask.” His sister placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder before flicking his ear, “Now go get the table set up. Dinner's almost ready.” She grinned, walking back for the kitchen

“Ow, okay, jeez.” He lifted his hand.

“And NO using your QUIRK.” Virgil dropped his hand with a frown. By the time dinner was ready, the sibling's father arrived home. 

“So, Virgil, Sharon, how was school?” the older man asked as he served himself more of his drink.

“College is college, dad. Nothin’ special really happened.” Sharon responded

“Oh? And how are things with Adam going? Well I hope.” 

Sharon blushed slightly at this, a soft smile gracing her lips, “Yeah, things are going really well, actually.” 

Her father smiled fondly at his daughter, “That’s good to hear. Invite him over for dinner soon, it’s been a while since he’s been over.” His daughter’s smile widened as she nodded. Turning to his son, he raised a brow in silent question.

“Oh, uh, heh, school was pretty alright, I doubt the school system has really changed.” Virgil smiled sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. Glancing at his sister, he spotted her pointed look. Clearing his throat, he turned to his father, “Uh hey dad, I have a question…” 

“Oh?”

“Um, well… There's this program, erm, the High School Hero Collaboration Program to be exact, and basically it's a two-week-long exchange program for hero students. I, uh, I want to know if it’s cool with you if I apply.”

The older man let out a soft sigh, lowering his fork. The young teen felt his shoulders tense at the sound. "You really are dead set on becoming a hero, aren't you?" 

Virgil blinked at the sudden question, "Uh, um, yes. Yes I am." 

"I really wish you would just do something safer like your sister…"

"Dad, the reason I want to be a hero is to protect you guys. I want to protect people who are struggling and need help."

"Then become a police officer or a firefighter."

"... Dad…" Virgil slumps back in his seat, "we always have this same argument…"

The older man gave out a tired sigh as he lifted his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I know son, I'm sorry… It's just… it's hard to support such a dangerous profession. Hero's around here… things are just…"

"I know dad… but I honestly thought I had proven myself enough during the field studies.” Virgil spoke up softly. Looking over to his sister, she nods and gives him a reassuring smile, “I want to make the city a safer place. Hero’s around here are already small in numbers and if I can help, even if just a little, I want to do that. Maybe even try to inspire more kids to take the hero course electives.” 

Robert was silent for a moment. Looking at his son, he could see the determination and resolve in his eyes. Letting his posture slacken a bit, his eyes softened, a soft smile on his lips, “You’re just like your mother with that passion to help others.” Virgil blinked in surprise, “Very well. You can sign up for the program.” 

“Yes!!” Virgil jumped up as he threw his fist in the air, “Oh man, Richie is going to be so excited! He’s been coming up with support gear and a new costume design and wouldn't leave me alone about it all day!” 

Robert let out a full belly laugh, “Alright, alright, sit down, son. Let’s enjoy the rest of your sister's delicious cooking first.”

“Yeah, you can call Richie later.” His sister smiled.

“Right, sorry.” Virgil gave a sheepish grin as he sat back down. 

Virgil Ovid Hawkins. Age 17. Seat 20. Student Rank 10. Hero Name: Static. Quirk: Electromagnetism.

Can generate, manipulate and absorb electrokinetic energy.

Hand to hand. 

____

"So, how was school, everyone?" An older woman asked as she and her large family all started eating dinner. All the kids at the table softly answered in unison, making the two adults chuckle in amusement.

"Come on guys, one by one." The older man said firmly. 

A boy with his dark brown hair waving in soft curls spoke up first, "Everyone in the hero course got a packet for an exchange program!" The boy next to him with black hair groaned softly. 

"Really? What's it about?" An older girl asked in curiosity. 

"Dude, that's awesome!" A younger girl bounced in her seat excitedly

"When is it?" One of the boys asked in a soft tone. 

"Will you be working with pro hero's?" A younger boy asked, tilting his head in curiosity. 

"Tell us Billy! Tell us!" The younger girl chirped happily. 

"Dude, Freddy, it was supposed to be a secret." Billy glared at the glasses wearing boy next to him. 

"A secret? Why?" The older man asked curiously. 

Letting out a sigh, Billy explained the program, "- it was supposed to be a secret because I wanted to tell you guys after I got accepted." He glares at a sheepish Freddy, "but I guess it's not anymore." 

"Don't worry! We're still surprised!" Darla says with a nod. Placing her palms on her cheeks, she makes a surprised face. Eugene nods in agreement and drops his jaw, eyebrows shooting up as he also made a surprised face. Everyone at the table laughed at the youngest's antics.

"She's not wrong. We are pleasantly surprised. I'm sure you'll get accepted." The older woman smiled 

"I hope so. It's basically a worldwide thing. From what the teachers said, it's really competitive. Only 40 students get accepted. That's why they have such an extensive application process." he smiled sheepishly, a hand rubbing the nape of his neck. His cheeks flushed red as everyone in his mismatched family shot him words of encouragement. It's been a whole year since he’s landed himself with his family, they’ve already been through so much together. He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. 

Billy Batson. Age 16. Seat 15, Class Rank 11. Hero Name: Captain Marvel. Quirk: Shazam

When saying the word ‘Shazam’ he is transformed into a version of himself that is at their prime. 

Hand to hand, Stealth, street fighting. 

____

“What is this?” A pale hand grabbed the packet that was handed to her. Black eyes quickly scanned through the front page, an older woman with white hair sat across from her on the table. 

“It’s a program I think you’d enjoy, Jenny.” the older woman smiled softly, “I know that you feel trapped here, being homeschooled and all, so I thought you might want to join the program.” 

Jenny looked up at her mother in surprise, “Y - you mean it? You'll let me apply for this? If I get accepted, you’ll allow me to go!?”

Nora let out a soft chuckle, “Yes, I'm allowing you to go. Actually, I’ve been planning on enrolling you into school next Semester.”

“Really!?”

“That’s right. Once the paperwork is complete you’ll be in school starting January and if you do get into this program, you can think of it as a small break from school, to give yourself a breather, I think it would help you adjust to school better.”

“Oh my gosh, mom! You’re the best!” Jenny grinned widely, her eyes sparkling in excitement as she stood to her feet. 

“Yes, yes, this will be a wonderful opportunity for you to make friends too.”

“Mom, I have friends -”

“Online friends don’t count.” 

“... Social anxiety is hard to deal with.”

“Jenny, you came home late yesterday because you stopped by Miranda’s place and spoke with her for three hours.”

“She’s a sweet old lady. She just needs some company sometimes~” 

“And yet when the neighbor boy said hello to you this morning, you activated your skates and rushed inside.”

“... So it may be a selective type of anxiety…” 

“Jenny.”

The blue haired girl let out a sigh, crossing her arms, “Yeah, okay, fair.” She paused before speaking again, “Are you positive online friends don’t count?” Nora sent her daughter a raised eyebrow, amusement radiating off her in waves.

Jenny sagged her shoulders, “Right. I’ll get started on this now.” 

“Good. Make sure to email any of your teachers for those recommendation letters.” Nora rose out of her chair, “I’ll get started on dinner for us.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jenny Walkman. Age 17. Seat 6. Class Rank 12. Hero Name: XJ9. Quirk: Cyborg 

Although born like any other, her body is very obviously modified. 50% of her body is organic, containing the most important organs for essential survival. Her skin is smooth to the touch, has the ability to remove appendages to modify or replace. Has the ability to connect herself to electronics and is able to download information directly to her brain. 

Extensive knowledge in mechanics, Hand to hand, martial arts

Chapter 1 Part 3

[writing-refs-junkpile]

Summary writing dos and don’ts

It’s a truth universally accepted that one of the most difficult parts of writing and posting a story is writing an engaging summary. Let’s be honest with each other: we all suck at it, think we suck at it, or lack the confidence to say we don’t suck at it. There’s no easy answer or formula to share but I do have a few observations from many years of voracious reading to share. Take what you will, add what you wish, and best of luck to all.

Do

Ask pressing and thought-provoking questions with complex answers. Readers tend to be the curious sort, especially when they don’t have all the answers.

Drop hints about future conflict, major plot points, and crises. A little seed of concern and excitement can lure readers, and when it’s planted, it can grow into something that will draw readers like corpse flowers draw flies.

Use proper spelling, punctuation, and grammar, and do a decent job of spelling/grammar checking. If your summary is full of uncapitalized i’s, lacks any periods whatsoever, and has several misspelled words, discerning readers won’t even bother.

Tempt with bits of engaging dialogue, snippets of narration, or poignant lines from your story. What better to hook readers on your story than the story itself?

Be vague enough to leave them wondering, but open enough to inspire curiosity. Being too vague is like fishing without bait; being too detailed is like throwing a baited hook in a pond full of fresh chum. It’s important to find a good balance if you want to catch readers.

Read more than you write - and I don’t mean reading fanfiction. Aim high, explore new genres, and pay attention to what you enjoy about the stories. When you find something you enjoy, study it, take note of what you like about it, and put your own spin on it.

Practice summarizing books and stories you’ve read, then ‘grade’ those summaries. When you’re writing summaries for your own stories, write several drafts before posting so you can work out the kinks ahead of time. Few people are effective writers when put on the spot, and practice makes perfect.

Don’t

Ask questions that can be answered with yes/no or anything less than a few sentences. Instead of “Will they get together?” try “How can they move past ___ and ___?” or “What will it take to get these two idiots together?”

Say “Sorry, I’m bad at summaries.” Honey, we’re all bad at them. What separates the accomplished from the n00bs is doing your best to improve your summaries instead of asking for a handicap outright. Fake it ‘til you make it, and with practice, you will make it.

In fanfiction: if you use OCs, make sure your summary includes important information about Canon characters. Most fanfic readers are already prejudiced against original characters in fanfiction; if your summary insinuates that the story is “all about the OC,” many readers will jump on the Mary-Sue-hate-wagon and run you down like an armadillo on Route 66.

Say “Just read the story.” Most who comply with that sort of demand are bored senseless or has no sense to begin with, and any discerning readers who give your story a try will likely flame or go in with their minds already made up.

“Use too many words to get across what can be put into a much more concise summary, or overly long run-on sentences which can be easily split into more digestible sentences, because heck, that just bores people and can really get confusing if you aren’t careful, and the last thing you want to do is bore your readers before they even hit the first chapter.” If you got lost or bored there...I rest my case.

In original fiction: assume your readers will already know or easily recognize anything about the story without being told. Vampires? Mention it. Fairies? Flaunt them. Something entirely new your readers may not have seen before? Get your readers excited with details and teasers!

Be careful with:

Phrases like “In a world where,” “in a time of,” and other cliches. If it makes you roll your eyes at the movie previews, it’ll probably make your readers roll their eyes.

Excessive slang, profanity, and ‘author-to-reader’ comments in the summary. Discerning readers can be put off by too many of these.

Excessive brevity.

We all stink at summaries, but a little mindfulness can go a long way. Best of luck in your future non-stinking!

[hiddles-evans-hallucinations]

How Did We Get Here? - 5

Summary: The pictures of (Y/N) and Chris keeps on getting out in the media for the public eyes. The fans are going crazy, but as they tried their best to hide it and keep their relationship to themselves, their feelings to flaunt each other is bigger.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: AGE GAP 

Note: a sucker for a fluff and fanfics or imagine that makes me UWUUUUUU so imma push myself to write and smiling like an idiot the whole time for the last chapter!!! // Also using celebs paparazzi shoot’s pics bc it kinds of matches with the mood I’m going for. And for the last chapter I’m using dakota and jamie cause they’re really cute on and off set. HOPE YOU LIKE IT. 

*gifs and pics are not mine*

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 

Chris and I had to fly separately to Italy for the premiere, I was there first as I was talking to Judd when I heard a loud scream from the fans. I look to my left and found Chris smiling (gif), escorted by two men in black suits. 

My face lights up when I see him, but apparently it looks like he already saw me first before I did. 

He looks so good. 

Chris waves to the screaming girls as he approaches me and swing me around. “Hi, handsome.” I whisper. 

He pulls away and take a look at me. I was wearing a black dress. Chris bites his lower lip as he checks me out. I pull out my tongue and scrunch my nose at him making him laugh. “So beautiful.” he said with a hand on his chest. 

“Don’t cry now.” I pat his shoulder making him laugh again. 

The fans were screaming as we talk to each to each other. “KISS!” one shouted and followed by another loud screaming from them. Chris and I laughed as we hug each other one more time. 

The premiere was like usual, we spend time sometimes together for a quick interview sometimes we do it alone. I spend most of the time talking to people, taking pictures with fr I was so tired and my feet hurts that when everything and everyone seems to forget about me and I’m glad, I ask Pammy to take me to the SUV in the parking lot to chill. 

The driver turn the AC on and leave me alone as I texted Chris. 

(Y/N): ‘I’m probably gonna go before you, my feet hurts so bad.’ 

As I lay my head back and put my phone on my stomach, just when I was about to shut my eyes, the door was open. “There you are.” Chris said as I smile tiredly at him. 

“I just texted you,” 

Chris pulls his phone out of his pocket. “You did, baby?” he checks his phone and nodded. “Oh yeah, you did. 

“How did you know I’m here?” 

“Pammy told me.” 

I nodded my head. “Right, she loves you that much, she’d spoil where I am hiding to you right away.” 

“Were you hiding from me?” 

I shook my head smiling goofily. “No.” 

He jumps into the seat next to me after calling the driver. 

I stay quiet  the whole ride, I didn’t even know where we’re going, we did make plans that we would stay together on tour since we didn’t have any other movies to shoot currently. Pammy told me that tomorrow or in 1.5-hous is Chris’ birthday, I have his presents in my suitcase just before I flew here. I had to double check to Wikipedia to make sure Pammy isn’t fucking with me. 

“Hey, did you booked the hotel already?” 

Chris turns to me, his eyes are tired, “Of course, booked it two-weeks ago.” I look at him surprised. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, I wanted to spend my birthday with you.” 

I raise my brow at him with a smirk. “Oh... so you’re telling me tomorrow’s your birthday?” Chris smiles, amused. He slides his arms around my waist shifting me closer to him, I shyly place my head on his shoulder as he puts another arm on my stomach and rest his chin on my head. 

“Do I get a special treatment for my birthday?”

I chuckle. 

“Special treatment? You wish.” I huff. 

When we arrived, there’s no paparazzi, Chris let himself out first, and as I was putting my heels back on, Chris opens the door for me. I smiled at him, puckering my lips as he leans forward to kiss me quick. 

He grabs my heels and carry it for me. I just can’t stop looking at him and think of how lucky I am to have him. Chris is hands down the most kind and caring person I have ever met in my life and now me being with him, I just feel more and more lucky every day. 

“I need to go to the bathroom first, give me the spare key.” 

I was thinking if Chris went up first I can ask for a cake for him upstairs. But, of course, “No, baby, I’ll wait for you.” I can’t help but smile.

I look around if I can have the front office guy look at me. As the guy, take a glance at me, I gesture him to follow me. Chris was looking at his phone, so for now, I’m safe to make a plan. 

“Can I help you Miss?” 

“Could you please send a slice of cake to our room at 11:58 on the clock?” 

He looks back to Chris then to me. “Right, what kind do you want?” 

“What do you have?” 

“We have the cheesecake, red velvet, classic chocolate-” 

“Classic chocolate it is.” I said to him with a smile. “Thank you. And I need one candle, and also please don’t knock, at 11:58 I’ll be right out.” 

He smiles back at me as I make my way to Chris whose eyes wanders around the interior design with its historical pictures on the wall. 

We walk into our room with him still carrying my heels. I didn’t let go of his hand until he has to open the door. I’ve never felt like this before and it’s weird, I never dated guys who were older than me until Chris, but with him, my heart race like I’ve never been before and I feel safe and I never felt like this dating guys my age. 

I look at my phone it’s 15-minutes until his birthday, Chris took off his jacket and say, “I’m gonna go shower.” I nodded my head. “I’ll do it in the morning, I’m too tired.” He smiles and kiss my head. 

Every time he kisses me, or even just a peck on my forehead, it sends electricity through my veins. 

I take off my dress, grabbing one of his white t-shirt and put it on as I remove my makeup while he was in the shower. I check my phone once again, 5-minutes. 

Chris walk out wearing the bathrobe and threw himself to be, opening his arms wide for me as I jump next to him making him chuckle. 

I keep on counting the minute. 

“I’m gonna get a drink, do you want some?” 

“That’d be great, thank you, baby.” I peck him on the lips and make my way out to the door. 

The guy from the front office stood there with a slice of chocolate cake with the candle in it. I specifically ask for one candle, ha, because of course, who likes it when your candle drizzles down to your cake? Nobody. 

He lit it up for me as I walk slowly to the bed and sing, “Happy birthday to you..” 

He looks at me with the cutest reaction (gif). 

“Happy birthday dear Chris... Happy birthday to you.” 

I stood there for a second, biting my lower lip nervously at him as he stood up. Kissing me passionately before looking at the cake and back to me. “Make a wish.” I said. 

He shuts his eyes for a minute and blow the candle. 

“Thank you, (Y/N)..” 

“The surprise isn’t over yet!” I said handing him the cake and went to my suitcase to get his present. 

Chris placed the cake onto the table near us and open the present and pout in response of how cute it is. 

A matching sweater for him and Dodger, his got Dodger’s face on it and Dogder’s got Chris’ face. 

“Oh man... this is the cutest thing ever...” 

I look at him excitedly, I knew he’d like it because if my puppy’s still alive and someone give me those sweaters for my birthday, I would probably cry. 

“Thank you, I love it.” 

I kiss him once more. 

. . . . 

I took a shower when Chris was still asleep, and as I was having breakfast in the balcony looking at the view of Venice, I open Instagram and uploaded a picture of us together on set.

‘Happy birthday America’s ass @chrisevans there wouldn’t be Nala if Benji don’t exist. You are the reason many people smile today, including mine.’  

I smiled at the picture, it was the first time we had our kiss on set but many more off set. I put my phone and eat my breakfast with my feet up on the balcony wearing bathrobe and a towel wrapped around my head. 

A solid ten-minutes later, my phone didn’t stop buzzing from the notifications. I remember I turn off my notifications for Instagram. “What is going on..” I look it up and there was people tagging me in a photo by Chris. 

‘IS THAT @(Y/N/L/N)?!?!?!?! OMGGGGGGG!!!!’

‘Tell me that’s her and I’ll die happily’ 

‘Omg they’re spending his brithday together i can’t do it.’ 

‘ITS HEEEERRR!!!’ 

It’s a picture of me, right now. 

‘Buongiorno, Venice.’ 

I look back and find him leaning against the door looking at me. I blushed. 

“Good morning.” 

“Good morning, birthday boy.” 

Chris walks to me and kiss my cheeks. 

“You’re so sneaky.” 

He laughed, “You look so good baby, I can’t just do it!” he jokes making me laugh. 

“Shall we go for a date today?” he ask. 

I nodded. 

After we went for a brunch, we were standing outside of the restaurant looking at the view. Chris has his hand wrapped around my waist as we talk about how we’re going to work “us” out when our schedules are busy. 

“Well, you’re more famous than me so, I can make the time for you.” 

He pfft’ed me. “No, I’m not.” 

“Oh yes. I mean, aren’t we supposed to be ready if things doesn’t work out?” 

He stays silence.

“But, it sucks if I have to meet other people or see you with someone else and I have to adapt to someone new, I don’t think I want that anymore.” 

I nodded my head, I feel the same way, I know I might be younger than him but exchanging one man to another is never my style. I’m not saying I’m ready to get married but, it’s nice to just have one person for as long as you also want it. 

Meeting people constantly sucks, and I feel too comfortable with Chris that I know for sure I never felt anything like this before. 

“You’re right.” I said. 

Chris just looks at me and say, “Gosh, I love you.” 

My eyes widens in shock. 

“W-what?”

Chris’ face turns blue, even green and yellow looking at my reaction. “I’m sorry was that too soon?” 

I bit my lower lip, I am so nervous. 

We just stood there in silence, looking at other ways. I can feel tension between us in this silence, but I know I feel the same way. 

“Chris?” 

He turns to me. 

“I love you too.” 

His face lights up, the biggest smile I’ve seen. 

“You do?” 

I nodded my head as he grabs me by shirt closer to him and kisses me passionately. Deep and passionate, and we stay like that for as long as I wish it to be. 

And he said, it was easy to love me, but little did he know that it was easier to love him and it’s hard not to. 

I want time to stop ticking just for us. 

Articles about (Y/N) and Chris: 

‘Chris Evans and co star (Y/N/L/N) shares a passionate kiss in Italy!’  - X

‘It’s official! (Y/N/L/N) finally taking it to public with Chris Evans!’ - X

‘(Y/N/L/N) wishes Chris Evans on Instagram. The reason she smiles today!’ - X

‘Chris Evans take (Y/N/L/N) on  a romantic stroll in Italy holding hands.’  - X

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@patzammit​ @joannaliceevans-fanficblog​

[cheseyre]

good news, sluts! my brain's no longer being completely stupid (only mostly), i've seen the new asides and...have some thought-y thot thoughts:

*deep inhale*

Okay, first things first: this art style is soooo fucking cUTE and I'm a jealous, squealing bitch. Anyone who knows who the artist is, could you link me to them, stat? I think Thomas mentioned them at the beginning of the ep, but nYeh, brain hurt, doesn't wanna do wooork-

Okay, I'll admit, I was a little...apprehensive when I first saw the thumbnail and title. Part of it's just me being a bitter Remus Stan, but also...okay, deep breaths, controversial opinion time, get ready:

I don't ship Prinxiety.

Like, at all. 

I can see the appeal, and these dorks were so very, VERY cute in this particular ep, but I was honestly turned off by the ship long ago due to how overwhelmingly popular it is and how some fans characterize these two and treat this relationship as if it's the only valid one, y'know, the works—slight tangent, but that's also why I don't ship Logicality or Remile. I honestly vibe much better with ships like Roceit or Analogical, y'know?

Cutting in for another brief tangent: I'm surprisingly okay with Demus/Dukeceit/Receit/Trashnoodle/Whatever-Their-Ship-Name-Is-Oh-God-Why-Do-They-Have-So-Many-Fucking-Names; maybe it's cause they haven't actually interacted in canon and the fan content gives me such good Gay Disney Villain content, idk man im weird—).

Still, their interactions were both hilarious and sweet and like I said, I see the appeal, it's just not my cup of tea. y'all Prinxiety fans got fucking FED and I'm happy for you nerds. Enjoy ze happy boys!

I guess another factor in my...low-key hesitance when I first saw what the ep was about is that...okay, get ready, another controversial opinion, le gasp: well, I'm not a big Virgil fan. In fact, at times, he swaps places with Patton as my least favorite sides—especially with some of his recent behavior in eps like DWIT (the "prohibit your breathing comment" really triggered me, for example). Sometimes, his attitude, especially around other sides like Roman or Janus, reminds me a little too much of my sister, who I don't have...a very good relationship with. Add to that how the more...intense side of the fandom has a disturbing tendency to turn him into the 'uwu precious woobie emo baby who can do no wrong' while unnecessarily villainizing other CERTAIN sides in the process, and...I think you all see where I'm going with this little rant 😅

However, upon actually watching the ep, he wasn't...that bad? I don't think? I enjoyed watching him be a flustered, disaster-y mess and genuinely excited at the end, his interactions with Roman were nice enough, and him literally pushing Thomas to make a move with Nico despite his obvious panic attack was a nice moment of genuine character development. I like seeing that, that's the good shit right there. And him being all flustered and shit, and smiling so much at the end of the vid was just...well, adorable. This man has no fucking right to be this cute, my god

alsoooo 

pURPLE EYESHADOW

PURPLE EYESHADOW HE LOOKS?? SO GOOD?? WTF?? SLAY EMO, SLAAAAAAAY FUCK, DOES THIS MEAN I HAVE TO CHANGE MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME NOW?

alsoooo 

hAPPY ROMAN

YESSSSS~ MAH BOI MAH SON MAH DUMB BITCH HIMBO PRINCE MAH EXTRA MESSY CINNAMON ROLL

ITS  BEEN SO  LONG

AND HIS LITTLE HEART EYES THROUGHOUT THE VID, OH MY GOD-

IMMA JUST IGNORE THAT "ADDING [MISTAKE] TO THE LIST" COMMENT I AM LOOKING AWAY I DO NOT SEE IT LALALALALA

THOMATHY, SIR, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT MAKING THESE TWO GAY IDIOTS SO BAEBY

Okay, but Virgil not realizing that "cyberstalking in real life" is literally just stalking is both a big ass mood and further proof that, yes, Logan is indeed the only one holding the braincell out of this disaster of a lot. God help them all if he ducks out in the next ep.

👀

And Thomas x Trash Can is my new OTP.  I dub thee ✨ "Trashmas" ✨

we sTAN TRASHMAS

Wait, does that mean Remus actually WAS in the ep? Cause, y'know, trash man?

hmmm

👀 👀 

Okay, okay. 

With how much Virgil and Roman were going off about Thomas constantly lying, I was (understandably) a tad bit disappointed my snek son didn't even make a fucking cameo, but y'know what? In hindsight, I'm okay with this it's fineee~

He was just off playing with shadow puppets and stealing money from us desperate, content-starved peasants with his sheer extra-ness and, honestly? Gotta respect the hustle. 

Get that precious, precious coin, dapper snake! Wring us poor losers dryyyy!

*evil snek laugh*

Also, this is a breather ep and adding Janus in probably would've caused unnecessary drama with the Roceit breakup and the constant antagonism between Virgil and him. It probably would've distracted from the point of the ep (flirting with social anxiety, exactly what it says in the tin)—much like it wasn't really Virgil or Remus's place to show up during POF. Does that make sense? I think it makes sense. Sorry, brain going brr-

Still, I can't believe the "Fuck Janus Sanders" Club is actually canon now 😂

God, first Patton in a skirt and now this. 

Thomas Sanders, you delight in fucking feEDING this gremlin nest of a fanbase, don’t you? You RELISH our screams of joy and pain and suffering, dON’T YOU?

What's next, actual canonical Janus and Remus interaction? Patton saying the fuck word? The Dragon Witch comes back? Janus's bowler hat gains sentience and takes over the world, Doris-style? What do you have planned, Thomas? Joan? WHAT ART THOU PLANNING, I MUST KNOW YOU HEATHENS YOU FIENDS-

And Virgil's little "would it be fair to him" comment, tho.

👀

Like, I get in the context of the ep, he was likely talking about Nico and how it wouldn’t be good for a potential relationship with Tomas to be founded on lies, but still...my anxceit heart aches, man. 

Gimme that sweet, sweet angst with a side of mutual regret and possible future reconciliation and maybe something more wink wink nudge nudge on top, pls

...and fries.

Honestly, tho, that entire bathroom monologue was fucking beautiful, man. And relatable, too—i can't tell you how many times I've talked to myself in public restrooms because I just didn't know how to get the words I wanted to say out. It's...kind of embarrassing, tbh

Speaking of embarrassing, uh, crying stall guy.

Just...

Crying Stall Guy

Like, I was expecting someone to come out the bathroom stall after Thomas stopped talking, but...I honestly wasn't expecting that. God, that whole scene was so cringe worthy and fucking hilarious

Honestly, Thomas in the ep in general was a huge ass mOOD and we collective gay/bi disasters ALL related with him, and if you say you don't, you're either lying to yourself or a demon. 

There is no in between 

sorry I don't make the rules

Like, I get this series is literally a gay disaster talking to himself for thirty minutes or longer, but like- EMPHASIS on the 'disaster' part 😂

Like...Thomas, you're lucky you're such a goddamn bean, because GOD, I cringing so hard when he first started talking to Nico

Although, I too have apologized profusely for genuine mistakes and am a flustered bi mess around my crush sooo

😅

And god, Roman's "thirty = old man" jokes made me feel old...and I literally just turned twenty, like, come on, man!

Maybe that's because I was literally watching this ep after finishing my ACT and had been sitting with a bunch of high schoolers, with their tiny fucking desks and tiny fucking water fountains smeh

*clears throat*

Anyways, uh, we STAN Nico Pintrovert Florés in this house

Like

He gives me such big Carlos from WTNV vibes for some reason and this makes me sooo happy

and YESS, he's a WRITER

And he's??? So sweet?? A pure bean?? Just sits on his laptop at the mall food court all day, like a god-fucking iCON?? A Nightmare Before Christmas fan?? weARS GLASSES??

my hEART

*cries*

The fandom seems torn between "Nicomas" and "Karrot Kings" as a ship name atm—personally speaking, I'm casting my vote for the latter

*crosses fingers* please dont be another janus x remus multiple ship name issue guys, please please please I can't keep track of them all-

*clears throat*

On that note, I'm guess I'm gonna go try and whoo over my crush with carrots now. If THIS disaster can do it and make it actually fucking work, god damnit, so cAN I

Meanwhile, in hell, my brain's just screaming "CANON LOVE INTEREST CANON LOVE INTEREST CANON LOVE INTEREST-"

God, I hope Nico isn't just a one-shot character, he's too pure and Thomas and him are adorable gay Disney fans and I stan

Oh, I wonder how the other sides'll react to him.

Wait.

Oh god.

Oh god.

This ep just unleashed a new fresh hell of potential Nico x Sides ships, hasn't it?

Welp, time to prepare for ze incoming flood of fanfics, I guess. I'll get my umbrella and rain boots.

That last shot of Virgil during the endcard was so fucking ominous oh my god mom im scared can you come pick me up-

Goddammit, Thomas and Joan, I'm NOT fucking ready to be traumatized again, fUCK

I wish I wasn't a broke ass university student so I could contribute to Thomas's gloriously extra Patreon—both so I can support my favorite content creators who make this amazing blessed content and also, to join my boi Janus in fucking  destroying society by giving money to the people who actually deserve it, fuck YOU GOVERNMENT-

Okay. 

Okay. 

New headcanon time as to why Patton, Remus, and Logan weren't in the ep: they were helping Jan film that Patreon promotional video. 

Like

Remus directed it, Logan helped with the lighting and script, and Patton was just there as the cheerleader. 

The reason Janus made a dog with shadow puppets wasn't just to flaunt his deity status and prove how he is truly above us mere wretched mortals 

despite that being the absolute truth and we all know it, don't lie to yourselves

No, it was really him trying to do something cute and silly for Patton, because Moceit rights, daMMIT

*inhales*

noww 

guys, gals, and nonbinary pals

it’s time forr

the most wonderful time of the yearrr

WAITING FOR THE NEXT EPISODE

Step right up, folks! Hear ye, hear ye, my prediction for the next episode: Prinxiety v. Moceit! With special guest stars: Karrot Kings vibing in adorable gay and Intrulogical, bitter at being excluded aGAIN

Who will win? Who will lose? 

here’s a hint: we all will because in this sick twisted game they are no winners only losers-

Place your bets, folks! ✨

Haha im not readyyy~

tl;dr

this episode has cleared my skin, watered my crops, and ended my suffering—an adorable calm before the... angsty fucking shitstorm that’s coming far too soon. Prinxiety stans, enjoy your food. Place an 'F' in the chat for me and my fellow grieving Remus stans. Trashmas is the true OTP, but Karrot Kings is cute too I guess. I've only had Nico Florés for 24 minutes, but if anything happens to him, I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself. Purple eyeshadow Virgil makes me question my sexuality aGAIN, and happy gay disney prince rights y'all. Say a big ole 'fuck you' to capitalism by giving your local dapper snake moneys. Concussion makes brain go brr and imma go buy some carrots and be gay now.

psst hey @quarantinevibes2020​ you wanna join me in being disaster-y? i’ll bring my best gay stare and you bring the wine

Until next time, my lovelies! ~ Ches 🖤

[thran-duils]

Watch Me Burn (P.7)

Title: Watch Me Burn (Part Seven) Summary: Fem!Reader x AU!Cas. Fem!Reader x AU!Sam. This fic was inspired by both parts of “Love the Way You Lie” by Eminem & Rihanna. Castiel and the reader are toxic for each other and keep falling back together until the reader moved away. It’s been years and now she is back home, waltzing back into Castiel’s life. She is determined to do better this time, to make them work, but outside forces as well as the scars the two have left on each other weave their way into their reconciliation. Will they be able to overcome the past and new threats to their sustainability? Words: 3,076 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Extreme angst, domestic violence, smut, unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, BDSM trust breaking, fluff, language, alcohol abuse, !!! eventual !!! happiness

Chap 6 || Chap 8 || Fanfic masterpost || Masterpost (mobile)

Sam walked in with Dean and you locked eyes only briefly before turning your gaze back to Castiel.

“He’s here. Longer hair,” you said quietly, barely audible above the music. Castiel threw a glance in his general direction and cocked an eyebrow. “I know, I know.”

“He’s coming,” Castiel warned you quietly, before saying at a normal volume to not arise suspicion, “This should be a fun night though for you guys.”

Suddenly, Sam was at your side. He had switched his jacket out for a button up cardigan over his dress shirt, his tie gone. It made him stick out in this bar, but you knew that was his attempt at dressing down.

“What are you ordering?” he asked you, leaning in close. You guessed he was purposely ignoring Castiel; he was good at making people feel invisible.

Castiel was staring at Sam, a piqued expression that only you would be able to recognize. It was not exactly a tight-lipped smile but close to it.

“Uh, I haven’t yet. I was just talking to Cas,” you said, gesturing at him standing opposite the bar.

Turning his attention to Castiel, Sam gave a nod of acknowledgment. “Sam,” he said, holding out his hand. “Worked with Y/N back in Austin.”

Castiel, thankfully, knew to play it cool. He reached out, taking Sam’s hand in turn, giving it a shake. The two of them held on a couple seconds longer than necessary, eyes piercing the other.

“I’ve heard,” was all Castiel said calmly in return.

You did not miss the slight raised brow Sam displayed at Castiel’s comment, no doubt wondering how much Castiel knew. He brushed the comment off quickly though.

“What are you going to order then, Y/N?”

“Probably a double whiskey with diet,” Castiel answered for you, throwing you a small smirk. He picked up the glass and went to work without waiting for you to confirm. It was your go to, that was correct. But you knew he was trying to prove a point to Sam by not even asking you. He knew you better, he wanted Sam to know that.

“Hmm. Whiskey,” Sam said surprised, rising his brows in surprise. “Far different than all the Paloma’s I’ve seen you down. Too many too count.”

Castiel snorted, drawing Sam’s attention. “What? Was she trying to get wasted? Y/N can’t handle her tequila very well.” He placed your whiskey in front of you.

Giving a small nervous laugh at their surreptitious shots at the other, you said, “Yeah, that’s true. But I paced myself.”

“Sometimes,” Sam quipped. You narrowed your eyes slightly at him and he chuckled. “Sorry. Right, you never got drunk. Ever.” He winked at Castiel across the bar. “I’ll take a Tom Collins.” You made a disgusted face and Sam chided you, “Yeah, yeah. I know. You hate gin.”

“Thanks,” Sam told Castiel. “I’ll see you at the table then, Y/N.”

Sam turned and left your side. When you met Castiel’s eyes again, he cocked a brow.

“I have a lot of questions,” he told you before walking off to take someone else’s order. You waited for him to return after a few minutes and cut in quickly.

“I know, I know. He’s pretentious.”

“You could say that again. What is he even wearing?”

You laughed a little and said, “That is him – and Dean, to be honest – trying to be casual. I can assure you.”

“So… not what I would expect from you.”

“There’s probably a reason why it didn’t work out.”

“I can think of a couple reasons, actually,” Castiel responded, throwing a glance over at where your coworkers were sitting.

Snorting, you nodded in agreement, “I know.” You took a drink of your whiskey and raised your glass half heartedly to him. “Here goes nothing. I can’t promise he will behave himself, but I’ll do my damndest to stay away.”

“Don’t think that’s possible with the seating arrangement at the table now. Looks like the only empty seat is next to him,” Castiel said sounding sour.

“Of course,” you muttered, turning around, and seeing what he said was true. You forced yourself to walk towards the table.

Playing it cool, you thanked Sam when he pulled the chair out from beside him to allow you to sit down.

“I ordered a couple of baskets of fries for the table and some deep-fried pickles,” Charlie informed you. “I told everyone that the burger is solid but if they are looking to be adventurous, that tater tot pizza is also good.”

“How much did you eat last time you were here?” Dean asked jokingly.

“Oh, shove it. I’ve been here a couple times with Y/N. It wasn’t all in one shot,” Charlie returned. “Thankfully, they live upstairs and I was able to crash on the couch one time! Don’t judge me, Tara, it was on a Friday!”

Tara held up her hands, “I wasn’t going to. I know you’re responsible.”

“Upstairs?” Sam questioned you.

You nodded, “Yeah. The floor above. It’s convenient.”

“Very,” Tara agreed and then asked, “But, do you not get sleep sometimes?”

“It’s fine most of the week. Fridays and Saturdays are a little wild, but I’m used to it. It’s nothing new. I’ll finally fall asleep in the early morning and can sleep in.”

“I would indulge so much in bar food, I would probably gain fifty pounds,” Charlie joked.

“Same,” your coworker Sahir agreed, raising his glass to which him and Charlie took a quick drink.

“I make sure that doesn’t happen. I meal plan,” you assured her. “It’s one thing I had to set right when I moved in. He was eating like absolute shit. I told him no one really likes quinoa, but his body will thank him.”

“Ew, gross,” Charlie said, her nose scrunching. “I hate quinoa.”

“It’s a power food, Charlie,” Sam told her.

“Don’t care.”

“I gotta agree with Sam and Y/N. Although, still with you, Charlie. I don’t like it but sometimes you gotta suck it up and play chess, not checkers, with your health,” Tara chimed in.

“Exactly!” Sam agreed. He turned his attention to you and asked, “You still on that 5 on, 2 off?”

He was referring to the exercise program you had been on while in Austin. One that he had strongly encouraged to get yourself in shape, something that was extremely personally important to him. You knew you could never be as fit or healthy as him and had tried to please him for a while.

Shrugging, you said, “More like… 3 to 4 on… maybe one of those days being yoga only. To keep flexibility.” Charlie snorted into her drink and you cocked your head. Sahir and Jennifer laughed as well and you demanded, “What?”

“Just… I make everything sexual,” Charlie laughed.

“Jesus, Charlie,” Tara said, but smirking despite herself.

Charlie apologized whilst laughing.

The food was delivered, more drinks, and even more jokes shared. Sam was leaning in close the whole time, his eyes roaming freely and Castiel was most certainly keeping an eye on you across the bar. You tried to stay straight up, not leaning yourself towards Sam while still maintaining a calm demeanor. Sam, outwardly, was not seeming to notice.

Your attention was drawn to the door as you saw Aspen walk in and you suppressed the urge to roll your eyes. All you needed tonight was her flaunting herself around Castiel when you were already high strung. You knew it was normal for her to go to the bar for a drink, but you knew it was Castiel she was aiming for.

Sam’s arm slipped around your shoulders, drawing your attention back.

<> <> <>

“Hey, Cas,” Aspen chirped, leaning on the bar.

Castiel greeted her and asked how she had been since he had not seen her since the first night Y/N had come back. He was not surprised considering the air in which she had left in.

Holding out her credit card, Aspen said, “My regular, I think, to start out.”

When she looked back was the moment Sam’s arm slipped around Y/N’s shoulders. He pulled her towards him, close in proximity. Aspen rose her brows in surprise and looked back at Castiel who was placing her drink down in front of her.

“Wow, uh, who’s with Y/N?”

Castiel’s gaze moved over to the table and his jaw tightened when he saw Sam’s arm around her. Y/N was forcing a smile as she spoke to him.

“Coworker,” Castiel answered tightly.

“Oh…” Aspen trailed off, throwing another look over her shoulder. “All of them coworkers?”

“Yes.”

“They close…?”

Castiel pierced her with a stare and said, “I’m assuming you want your tab open?”

Aspen switched gears, nodding. “Yep. I’ll be here awhile. Maureen agreed to drive me home… if need be.”

“How kind of her,” Castiel chuckled lightly, purposely ignoring her insinuation.

<> <> <>

“Remember when Larson fell down those stairs outside The Outlook?” Sam asked you, his fingers pressing into your shoulder.

“Unfortunately,” you answered, smiling, trying to keep yourself from jerking away from his embrace.

“You tried so hard to get him to stop drinking. I mean, we all did. But it did fuck all to stop it.”

“Was he injured?” Dean asked, raising his brows.

Sam laughed, “Surprisingly, no! I don’t know how he just tucked and rolled, like his body was reacting defensively even in his state. The man could barely order a new drink. And that’s when the bartender was like, ‘nope, no more’. And cut the whole group off because they were afraid someone else would order him a drink and give it to him. Ruined our whole night. Well, momentarily.”

You stiffened then. That night was the first night the two of you had hooked up. That was the sole reason he had brought it up.

“The night continued after that for the rest of us after we got his drunk ass to bed.”

You noticed Castiel approaching the table. Thinking he was going to table touch, you asked Charlie quickly, “You want a refill?”

“Duh,” she said and then noticed Castiel. “Oh, hey! Perfect! Can I get a refill?”

Castiel gave a curt laugh and said, “When I get back. I’m on break. Y/N? Wanna come outside with me?”

“Oh, yeah,” you said quickly. You saw Sam watching you out of the corner of your eye as you pushed your chair back, his arm leaving you, and grabbed your jacket. “Don’t you need your coat? It’s chilly.”

“I’ll grab it on the way out,” Castiel responded as you came up to him. His arm slipped around you, guiding you away from the table. His hand was tight on your waist, protective.

Castiel did not take you outside. Instead, he led you to the back room and you followed his lead, a weight pulling down inside. You knew he was not pleased with how he was acting. As soon as he closed the door behind the two of you and locked it, he turned to face you. Getting in your face, he did not miss a beat.

“He’s been laying his hands on you all night.”

Throwing your hands out in defeat, you said, “I’ve tried skirting away, Cas. I can’t do that too much without making a scene though.”

“You’re not trying hard enough.”

Your mouth fell open.

<> <> <>

“Charlie,” Maureen greeted approaching the table, two shots in hand as Tara, Sahir, and Jennifer went out for a smoke.

Charlie straightened up, a smile on her face. “Oh, hello! Maureen, right?”

Maureen nodded and said, “Just spotted you across the bar and thought I would pop by to say hi. We did have a good few rounds last time!”

Smirking, Charlie said, “I kind of remember.” This caused Maureen to laugh, as well as the other people at the table.

“I just thought I would bring this over for you. Rum, right?”

“Oh, yeah. You got that for me?” Charlie asked surprised.

Maureen nodded, “You bought me one last time and I did not reciprocate. I hold pretty strong convictions about that. Speaking of which, I saw Y/N and Cas leaving out the back. He’s not off work yet, is he? He still owes me a shot since someone spilled mine at last call last time I was here, and I won’t be able to cash in without him.”

Charlie shook her head, “No, he went on his break and asked Y/N to go with him.”

Maureen snorted, “I wouldn’t be surprised to see them come back flush.”

Sam’s jaw clenched ever so slightly.

“They always had their ways in the past.”

Charlie let out a laugh, “Oh, do tell.”

“Just leaving to go… relieve themselves.”

“Maybe we should not pry into our coworker’s business,” Sam advised Charlie sharply.

Charlie stumbled a little at his change in demeanor, “Oh… right.”

Maureen smirked at Sam and said, “It’s not quiet business in this bar. Castiel has owned this bar for years… him and Y/N are old news. Them being back together scared a lot of people. It was a nightmare half the time to be honest. But… they seem to have grown up. Sigh of relief there.”

Sam straightened up at this comment. “How do you mean?”

“Just drunken fights, a couple cop calls. Break up, break off. They were young and stupid. Can’t say I wasn’t the same myself.”

Charlie was the one now becoming uncomfortable for her friend. “Oh, well… I mean, the past is the past.”

“The past does inform the future,” Sam quipped, and Dean nodded in agreement.

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You snapped, “I told you what happened between us and where he stands in my company. He’s not just some… schmuck! He’s a junior partner!”

Shaking his head, Castiel said, “Junior partner or not…” He trailed off, beginning to walk forward, forcing you to go backwards. “He needs to know where you stand with me! You apparently need to be reminded too.”

Castiel turned you around in a swift movement and pushed you chest first into the wall, pinning an arm behind your back. You gasped his name, trying to look back at him but he kept you firmly in place.

“I am just reminding you who you belong to,” he growled into your ear.

Your breath shuddered, feeling his hands grasp the hem of your dress, yanking it up to your hips. Slipping his fingers into your underwear, he stroked your lips.

“I pay attention to you, Y/N. I treat you right,” Castiel breathed as he played with your sex. “I dote on you, angel. Don’t I?”

“Yes, sir,” you answered.

You keened as he worked you up, fingers slipping inside to caress you. You pressed back against him, begging for more. His grip tightened on your wrist, holding you more firmly in place and you stilled your movement, following his direction. You stood there, letting him rile you up, biting your lip.

“Look at you… so needy,” he said breathlessly. You could hear the want in his voice, feel his fingers move more freely, coated in your arousal. He leaned forward to be closer to your face. “Are you needy, angel?”

“Yes, sir. Only for you,” you told him obediently, giving him pleading eyes.

Castiel kissed your temple and praised, “I know, baby.”

Pulling away, his fingers left you to pull your underwear down and you kicked them off in tandem. His cock slid in easily in your wet folds. He sighed in content, his hands gripping your waist as he fully seated inside you.

“That’s my girl,” he purred.

His fingers dug in as he drove into you, taking you against the wall. You stayed sturdy, holding on. He drove up sharply into you again and you bit down on your cheeks.

Kissing up your neck, Castiel demanded, “You gonna do better for me? Let them know who you belong to?”

“Yes,” you said.

“Angel, don’t make me have to work harder for this,” he warned, his breath hot on your neck.

“Yes, sir.”

“Mhm, you’re not saying that with too much conviction. You’re too quiet,” He squeezed your nipple hard, causing you to keen loudly before burying your face into the wall, fingers digging in beside you. “We can do better than that, can’t we?”

His fingers closed in around your jawline, pulling your head to the side, you following his movement obediently. He wanted your mouth exposed, your noises to be heard.

You nodded quickly, saying louder, “Yes, sir!”

Castiel drove deep and quick, bouncing you against the wall. “I know you can do better. You’re so beautiful. I love hearing you scream for me.”

“I belong to you!” you declared, knowing damn well anyone walking outside the room could hear the two of you. He was jeopardizing his place of work for this. What rumors would fly of people being railed in rooms in the bar. “Fuck me, please! Let me cum!”

Castiel laughed, nipping at your ear. “Angel, you can’t help yourself, can you?”

His speed increased, his hand falling from your face to come to your nub, circling fervently. He praised you, laying sloppy kisses along the side of your head. You whimpered as you came undone beneath his hand, your legs shaking with your orgasm. Castiel held you upright, allowing him access to finish himself.

Panting, you settled against the wall, basking in the coolness of it against your hot skin. Castiel pulled away eventually, leaving you exposed behind. The cool air was welcome, and you continued resting to regain your grounding.

When you had the strength, you reached for a roll of paper towels to clean yourself up. And then pulled your underwear back up, straightening out your clothes.

Turning to face him, you found him looking well put together again, beside his hair. He was trying to tame it, running his hands through it.

He eyed you and informed you, “I’m not losing my temper with him because I know how much you love your job and how important it is to you.”

You took this in, nodding. He was telling you this for a reason. In the past, he would not have hesitated to make a scene without care for consequence.

Coming closer, he cupped your face, pulling you in for a long, deep kiss. “Now that we’ve got that out of our system… we ready to go back out there?”

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