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IMAGINE⚠️ pt 3

Imagine...the beginning of the LiMoreau x fem!Reader. Meeting them for the first time...the first move they make on you...first official date between the three of you...first kiss

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Warnings: Cuteness overload, slightly moody Jordan, simp!Marie, clueless reader, reader seems like a pill junkie but is only using power dampeners, mentions of mental health, long as FUCK, slight sexual contact and refers to sexual acts

Things to Know: Reader is the same reader from IMAGINE⚠️ and IMAGINE⚠️ pt 2, so same powers. Same concept of loosing control using said powers. Power dampeners are included. Italics are on purpose as this imagine is technically a prequel to IMAGINE⚠️, and happened in the past, if that makes sense.

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     Marie Moreau had noticed you first. You had headphones in, ignoring the outside world as you walked to your next class. She couldn't take her eyes off of you. It took Jordan nudging her to knock her out of her own head as they looked at her in confusion with a raised brow. "Ignoring me now, Moreau?" They asked, not amused at their girlfriend's lack of attention on them. Marie playfully rolled her eyes at her partner, throwing them a smile. "No...just...do you have any idea who that is?" Marie asked, pointing over to you, headphones still in as you walked by, eyes on the floor.

     Jordan leaned forward to look around Marie, eyes falling on you. They gave a small hum, eyes trailing your figure. "That's...oh. That's Y/n L/n. I'm not sure what her powers are but Brink has her pretty high on the ranking...rank fifteen...so, she's got to be pretty powerful." Jordan shrugged. They looked back over to their girlfriend, noting her eyes seemed to be glued to you. A smirk pulled at their lips as they caught onto Marie's interest. "She's hot, huh?" They asked, smirk still on their lips. "What? No! I..." Marie stuttered over her words as her eyes flicked between you and Jordan.

You soon disappeared around the corner, and Marie looked over towards a still smirking Jordan. "It's okay to admit you know." They said, raising an eyebrow towards Marie. "She is hot." They shrug. Marie rolled her eyes and nudged her partner. "Shut up. We have to get to class." She muttered, an amused grin pulling at her lips. She grabs at their hand, pulling them along with her as Jordan chuckled behind her.

     Jordan noticed you next. Marie's obvious interest in you peaked theirs. During their T.A. Work for Brink, they tried their best to dig into your file. They didn't find out much, just who your parents were, that you were an only child...that something tragic happened to your mother. That you had originally applied for the performing arts aspect of Godolkin...not Crimefighting. That struck them as weird but they brushed it off. Brink obviously saw something in you, as did the sponsors who donate to Godolkin...for them to have you at rank 15. Needless to say, they were intrigued by you.

They couldn't help but think more about you the more they tried to dig into your life before you came to Godolkin. It certainly didn't help that Marie seemed to have managed to talk to you a few times by then. She would spend hours talking about you to Jordan. Jordan would always happily listen, asking her to ask you questions for them, to see if they could get some more information about you. You never gave her direct answers. Their interest was more than peaked now. Seeing how pouty and upset Marie would get at not receiving the answers she wanted never failed to make Jordan amused.

Jordan had taken to watching you at a distance. They would watch you in class, they would watch you as you worked out....they were a fan of your pair of spandex shorts you would wear particularly on Fridays. They watched you spar with other students and win. They were always excited to witness you body slam a student to the floor. But they were never able to witness your abilities. They spent hours with Marie wondering what your powers were, and they would spend hours together, guessing and throwing out possibilities. Marie continued to try and make small talk with you, while it took Jordan a little more convincing to start talking to you. They were more content letting Marie do the talking.

     You, however, knew they were watching. Neither of them were very subtle. Marie had approached you about a week after you noticed she was watching you. "Hi!" She held a wide smile on her face as she leaned over, giving a small wave to catch your attention. It was lunchtime and your headphones were in, but you held no lunch in front of you, only books and papers. You looked up, slightly startled before reaching up and pulling one of your headphones out of your ears, giving her a confused look. "Sorry?" You asked.

     Marie would approach you multiple times after that. Slowly, you would thaw bit by bit, talking more. More smiles thrown at her. With Jordan...it was a bit different. They didn't outright approach you. They stuck by Marie after the umpteenth time she approached you. Her hand was in theirs as she dragged them with her, the same large smile on her face when she saw you sitting at the same table with the same books and paper, studying away as you always did during lunch. The only difference is, Jordan held a bag of food in their other hand, Vought-a-Burger.

You looked up in surprise at the both of them. "...Hi...?" You questioned, glancing between Marie and Jordan. "Hey, Y/n! Sorry I haven't had the chance to introduce you two! Jordan's a bit shy." Marie spoke, ignoring Jordan's raised eyebrow and unamused look they shot at her. "...Right. And...what's with the food?" You questioned, looking down towards the bag. "It's for you." Jordan held out the bag, shooting you the unamused look next. You blinked again. "Oh...for me?" At Jordan's nod to your question, you nodded slightly, frantically looking around at your mess and began closing books and making room.

"Uh...thanks...for the, for the food...you didn't have to waste your money on me..." you mumbled, moving another book out of the way. Jordan snorts, rolling their eyes at you. "Wouldn't have to if you took proper care of yourself." Jordan's slightly harsh words caused them to get elbowed by their girlfriend. "Be nice!" She muttered to them. Jordan rolled their eyes, looking back to you. "Sorry...but I'm right. Books and notes aren't lunch." They said to you. Your lips twitched in amusement, "Maybe," you hummed. "But I also didn't ask you to buy me lunch."

Marie had sent a smug smile towards Jordan, who was trying to ignore the sudden pounding they felt in their chest. Cute..."Maybe," Jordan copied, "but Marie was worried you weren't taking care of yourself...so...I offered to ease her worries and make sure you ate." They finished, setting the bag of food down in front of you. Marie and Jordan sat across from you. They both looked at you expectantly, waiting. You looked between them, eyes wide with question. Jordan once again rolled their eyes and nudged the bag of food closer to you, keeping eye contact with you as a slight scowl curled in their mouth. "Eat..."

You swallow thickly and almost immediately dig in. Jordan relaxes their shoulders and looks on smugly. Marie hides a smile as she shakes her head. That was one of many moments that had you slowly falling for the two. Marie's worry about you, Jordan's complaints despite buying you food every time...they made it hard to keep them at an arm's distance. They always found excuses to hang out with you. They were always close by. It made it hard trying to hide your powers and take the power dampeners. There had been times where you could feel her in your head. It mainly happened whenever you spent most of the day with Jordan and Marie.

They would hang out with you for hours. Sometimes it would be early in the morning to go for a run, or spar...sometimes it'd be late at night where they'd take you off campus and have a fun night out. It was hard to keep track of when you were supposed to take the pill, especially when she almost made her debut on a night in one night. You, Jordan, and Marie were chilling in Jordan's dorm, Jordan and Marie were laying on either side of you, all three of you laying down on their bed. It was a slightly tight squeeze, but none of you were complaining.

Marie and Jordan were both looking at you...gazes soft. Your eyes were closed, hands over your stomach, this is probably the most relaxed you've ever felt. Marie and Jordan met eyes across from you and both had seemed to come to an agreement. You would make an excellent addition to their relationship. It had been months since they became friends with you...the feelings were there...but they knew you were keeping your distance to be respectful to their relationship. You had been relaxed. She had been quiet...but you knew it was approaching the time to take your power dampeners again soon.

     You hated having to leave them, enjoying their company...but you didn't want her to hurt them. She wasn't always...nice when she came out. Hell, the first time she took over...your mother ended up dead. Your father wouldn't look at you...hasn't looked at you in years because of what she did. You would be damned if you lost more people just because she couldn't control herself. Marie rose an eyebrow at Jordan, questioning if they should tell you now...ask you to be a part of their lives intimately...Jordan gave a small shrug, arm behind their head. They had chosen their female form for now, to make it easier for the three of you to fit on their bed semi comfortably.

     Marie looked back over at you, eyes soft as her brown eyes roamed over your features. If she focused, she could feel your calm heartbeat, the blood rushing through your veins...the compound V intertwined and flowing in your veins. She couldn't tell what your powers were...but it almost felt...cold. Your blood ran ever so slightly colder than normal. When she asked why, you had stalled. Reverting her attention to something else. Marie could feel her lips parting. "Y/n?" Her voice was quiet in the quiet room, but you heard her just fine. Jordan looked over to Marie, eyes slightly wide.

     You hummed in response. You were too comfortable to move, too relaxed. You didn't notice the room beginning to get slightly colder. Jordan had shivered slightly, pulling the covers over them more, making sure you and Marie were covered too. "How are you not cold?" Jordan grumbled. Your eyes remained closed as you gave a small shrug. "Cold doesn't bother me..." you mumbled. Marie had a small smile on her face as she looks at you. "Y/n?" She says again. You tilt your head over to her, opening your eyes. Her eyes widen ever so slightly as she looks at you in surprise. "Your eyes..." she breathes. Jordan is quick to look over, sitting up to try and get a glimpse.

     "...What?" You ask, looking at her in confusion. Your eyebrows furrow as Marie continues to look at you. "They're glowing..." she whispers. Your heart drops. Your eyes widen as your breathing gets faster. Shit...you immediately sit up, frantically shoving the covers off of you. Both Jordan and Marie watch you with wide eyes as you panic. "I uh...sorry! But, I have to go!" You panic. Marie and Jordan both look between each other and you. "What...are you okay?" Marie asked, arm out towards you. "What's wrong?" Both Marie and Jordan had stood from the bed after you did, watching as you gathered your bag in a haste. You could now feel her probing her way forwards.

The concern on Marie's and Jordan's faces sent a warm feeling through you...one that was quickly snuffed out by fear as you began to rush towards the door. "Sorry! I just...I have to go...I'll see you two later.." It would be weeks before they saw you again. That didn't stop them from watching from afar. They both wondered what sent you into that panic. Marie was always worried. Seeing how tired and just overall out of it you looked. Dark circles under your eyes suggested lack of sleep. You would walk much too slowly to every class. You were late almost every day.

There still wasn't any food on your normal lunch table when they spotted you at lunch, but you also didn't have any books and weren't taking any notes. You just had your head down, maybe trying to catch up on sleep. Jordan, having enough pulled Marie with them towards you, a hard look on their face. Jordan plopped down first, crossing their arms over their chest, Marie didn't miss them switching from female to male once they approached you. They were on the defensive. Preparing themself for some sort of hurt to come from you. The sound of their huff and plopping down in the seat across from you, had you jolting upwards, a tired look in your eyes as you blinked a few times to clear your sleep-blurry vision.

Your heart began to race as you met the angered face of Jordan Li. "Why the fuck have you been ignoring us?" Marie nudged them, throwing them a glance. "Jordan!" She hissed. Jordan slumped slightly, glancing towards their girlfriend before looking back towards you. You held a guilty look on your face, eyes wide. "I'm not...it's...complicated...." You muttered, looking towards the table. Marie gave you a sympathetic look. "Is it about your powers?" She asked. She wasn't an idiot. She saw how fearful you looked when it came to your eyes starting to glow. Your fingers began to fidget with one another as you nodded silently. Marie and Jordan shared a look.

"Well...what's wrong with them? Maybe if you told us...we could help you.." Marie tried, bringing a hand up to one of yours, grabbing onto it. You shook your head, eyes glued to her hand that covered yours. "It's not that simple...there isn't really any...helping my powers..." you said hesitantly, heart racing at Marie's touch. "All you need to know is that they're dangerous...and it'd be better if you two kept your distance from me..." you said sadly, moving your hand out from under Marie's.

"Bullshit!" Jordan snapped. They reached across the table and grabbed your hand with unfaltering strength. It certainly didn't help that they were in their male form...you weren't going anywhere if they didn't want you to. "We're adults!" Jordan continued, glaring at you. Maintaining eye contact to show they were serious. "I'm above the top ten rank for a reason...so is Marie. We can take care of ourselves...don't go acting all woe is me, I'm protecting you from me bullshit." You looked on with wide eyes as Jordan made their point. You were too stunned to try and pull away.

"We like you, Y/n...and you avoiding us is hurting Marie...so stop it." Marie could feel your heart rate accelerating at Jordan's words. They like you...Marie and Jordan...Godolkin's top couple...liked you. You could feel your cheeks and ears warming with heat. Jordan let out a sigh, looking over towards Marie who was already looking at them in surprise. "I'm sorry..." you said quietly. Marie reached over and grabbed your other hand. "It's okay..." Marie said gently, looking at you with soft eyes. "But Jordan's right...we can take care of ourselves...you don't have to protect us...we can handle it.." you find yourself nodding along with her words. Her voice is so soft, so gentle...

Marie smiles softly, casting a look over to Jordan. "Yeah...you're right..." your voice was still quiet, your ears still burning red. "Of course we're right." Jordan huffs, readjusting their grip on your hand, thumb brushing against the back softly. You smile softly, looking back down at the table shyly. They like you..."You know..." Jordan's voice causes you to look up at them. "You have yet to give us an answer back..." they finish. You look at them in confusion as Marie smiles from next to them, raising an eyebrow.

"They're right you know...you know we like you...no answer for us?" She asked, still smiling. You let out a small laugh, both hands being occupied by Marie's and Jordan's. You slowly nod. "I...I really like you two too..." The smiles that fell on their faces filled you with warmth. "Good," Jordan muttered, "that settles it...you're ours now." You nodded in reply, giving their hands a squeeze. "Yours...I like that..." you said quietly. And so it was done. Jordan made the first official move in an argument.

Your first official date was a night in at Jordan's dorm, a movie night filled with snacks, drinks, and laughter. You were in between Marie and Jordan, Jordan who had chosen their male form at the time to hold you into their chest while making sure they were also touching Marie. Marie held on to your hand, curled up in your other side, head leaning on your shoulder. It was some sort of kung fu movie...you're almost positive Jordan picked it out. It's not really like any of you were paying attention anyway...there was talk and laughter being shared between you three.

"So...you're telling me...you've never once thought about us in a romantic way?" Marie asked in between bites of popcorn. A blush covered your cheeks at her question. "Well...I-I wouldn't say that.." you began, Jordan perking up slightly to listen to you. "I just...wanted to be respectful...I knew the two of you were together...I wasn't going to step on any toes or cross any boundaries..." you answered. "Aww, how cute...I'm surprised you didn't pick up on us liking you sooner.." Jordan teased, holding you closer to their chest, leaning their cheek on top of your head.

     "Right!" You playfully huffed. "Because Marie going; hi!; every morning was a dead giveaway..." you said, raising an eyebrow. Marie laughed into your shoulder, cheeks turning red. Jordan smirked, eyes on the tv screen. "What about us bringing you lunch everyday?" Jordan then asked. "I thought you two were just worried for my health and wanted to make sure I ate!...I wasn't aware that that meant we were officially courting." You grumbled lightly, earning a laugh from your new partners. The night ended with you cuddled up in Jordan's arms with Marie on your other side, all three of you dead asleep with the tv still on in the background.

     Your first kiss...your first kiss was something. Your first kiss was officially with Jordan, who continues to brag about to this day, but not in a cute, after a date kind of way. The kiss happened because you were currently kicking Jordan's ass in sparring...and they're competitive as hell. After blocking a punch from you, they shifted to their female form to avoid a second punch aimed at their head and used the momentum from your miss to pull you forwards, lips coming into contact with yours. You made a soft noise in surprise, not expecting it but soon leaned into the kiss, letting your guard down.

     Your biggest mistake since Jordan used that to kick out your ankle from behind, sending you to the floor in a blushing heap. You were in a daze as Jordan celebrated, a wide smile on their face as they pointed down at you. Their mistake since you took a moment to blink yourself out of the daze and hooked a hand around their ankle, pulling them to the floor causing them to grunt once they hit the ground. You pulled yourself up and over them, hands on either side of their shoulders as they looked up at you in surprise.

Your cheeks were still blushed as you glared down at them, thighs on either side of their hips. Breathing was heavy between the two of you as the air thickened. You say nothing as you immediately lean down and capture their lips in yours for yourself. If they were as surprised by the kiss as you were, they didn't show it. They immediately leaned into you, hands coming up and running up the back of your thighs. Mmm...you were wearing those shorts they liked. It was easy to get lost in the kiss. They kept you close, hands gripping into your thighs, your ass...grinding you against them softly. It was hot, heavy. It was a steamy first kiss.

     When you pull away, yours and Jordan's breaths were heavy and fast. Your forehead leans against theirs, and smiles engulf both of your faces. They shift into their male form and sit up, keeping their arms around you as they immediately kissed you again. Your hands came up to cup their cheeks, humming into the kiss. Their hands seemed to be glued to your ass, squeezing it gently.

With Marie, it was much more gentle and romantic. The two of you were out for lunch. A small lunch date at which Jordan was to join later. She was gazing at you in awe as you spoke about something or other—she couldn't remember—she just knew that you looked absolutely stunning. Her hands were under her chin, arms propping up her head so she can watch you talk. She held a smile on her face as she watched you.

"...Can I kiss you?" Marie's eyes widen as she speaks, obviously not meaning to ask you out loud. "Sorry! I didn't mean to say that out loud..." Marie says, a blush covering her cheeks. You looked at Marie in surprise, a small smile pulling at your lips. "...You really want to kiss me?" You asked quietly. You looked up at Marie from under your eyelashes, glancing up at her shyly. Marie smiles, giving you a smile as she slowly nodded, reaching over to take one of your hands in hers.

"I'd love to kiss you...if you'll let me..." Marie said quietly, her eyes flicking down to your lips. You smile shyly as you nod. "I...I'd like that..." you whisper, thumb running over Marie's fingers. She smiles brightly as she brings her other hand up to your cheek. She takes her time with it. She's slow to lean in, eyes flicking between yours before she finally closes them, you following suit, slowly leaning in as well.

     When she finally presses her lips to yours, it's soft. Gentle. Her hand on your cheeks pulls your face closer to hers, kissing your lips again, and again, and again. Neither of you mind the other patrons milling about, it's a restaurant and the two of you are tucked into a quiet little corner, kissing away, waiting for your other half to join. It would be a few months into the relationship when you would have your first kisses. You still kept your powers on the down low. Neither of them knew what they were exactly. You kept her tucked away with power dampeners.

     But the three of you were happy. It took a while for you to warm up to them...took a while to get comfortable enough to let them stay at your dorm sometimes, after finding an adequate place to stash your pills so your partner and girlfriend didn't find them. But you loved them and they loved you...that was all that mattered.

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It was the feeling of Jordan pinching you that brought you back out of your stupor. Jordan was still holding you by the back of your neck. Eyes glowering in an angry pout. "Where's your head at? I'm telling you all the dirty things I want to do to you and you're spaced out like a fucking space cadet." They grumble. Marie is trying to hide her giggles from beside Jordan, biting at her lower lip to keep quiet. You let out a small giggle, giving Jordan a cheesy smile. “Sorry…I was just…reminiscing…” you answered. “Reminiscing!” Jordan copies, looking over to Marie in disbelief. She can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up. “Can you believe this shit? I’m telling her that we’re going to overstimulate the shit out of her and she’s reminiscing!” Jordan says dramatically.

Your eyes widen as you let out a nervous laugh. “Oh…that’s—oh…wow..” you don’t think you’ll ever get used to Jordan’s bold word choices. “Think of it as punishment.” Jordan says, Marie nodding from beside them. “You could have gotten severely hurt…killed even…we’ve got to make sure you don’t think it’s okay to do something like that again…” Marie says, voice lowered in lust. Both of them are looking at you like you’re dinner. Holy fuck…they’re going to obliterate you tonight. “But! I…I’m pretty sure strenuous activity isn’t good for my battered and bruised body…I’m broken at the moment..” you tried, smiling nervously as they began to crowd you. You hold up a bandaged arm, backing away with every step they take.

Jordan and Marie share a look, matching smirks on their faces. “Then it’s a good thing all you’ll have to do is lay down and take it…” Marie told you, eyebrow raising. You gulp…heart racing…in a good way. Jordan, still in their male form looks down at you, eyebrows pulled together in a mock angry look. “So why don’t you be a good girl and lie down on that bed for us?” Your back hits a wall. You’re cornered. Jordan and Marie stand in front of you, a few feet being the only distance away from you. “B-But…my bed’s s-small…” you try. “We’ll figure it out.” Marie says, now tilting her head. Jordan crosses their arms over their chest, your eyes zero in on the action and your thighs clench.

Jordan takes a few steps towards you, Marie peaking from over their shoulder. “Now…are you going to get on that bed…or are we just going to have to take you here? I have no problem holding you up against the wall while Marie uses her tongue on you until you can’t fucking stand.” Jordan shrugs, glowering down at you. They are serious. Jordan really would have no problem holding you up or against the wall while Marie goes to town on you…their bugling biceps tell it all. The question is…which were you willing to risk? Being up against wall, your girlfriend’s tongue and fingers between your thighs until they were shaking so bad you slump to the floor?…or your bed…your small twin sized bed which would allow you to just lie there…allowing your lovers to have their way with you time and time again, each more than likely taking turns making you cum until you were a drooling, babbling mess?

At least if you chose bed…there wouldn’t be any slumping to the floor. You knew neither of them would catch you once you started sliding down. This was a punishment after all…they’d probably make sure you wouldn’t get hurt, but they’d most certainly leave you to slump on the floor, tired, fucked out, and shaking. “…Bed…bed is preferred…” your voice is no louder than a squeak. Your partners were unconsciously hot…and knew what they were doing when they crowed you. Jordan and Marie shared another smirk. “Then you better get that ass moving…” Jordan says, swatting your ass as you stumbled by. You jump and yelp slightly, hand rubbing against the stinging clothed cheek. You were most certainly in for a long fucking night…

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I apologize for the delay my lovelies! But this guy took forever to write out! I know that some people don’t like very long imagines and this one certainly takes the cake, but I didn’t feel like splitting him up into parts. I’m already having to make a part four just to fit in the sexual part where Jordan gets hurt from Frost…but here it is!! Please enjoy!

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𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞

“You brush past me in the hallway…”

chapter 1

pairing: Adam Driver x f!reader

content: n/a

a/n: omg i am soooooo excited for this you have no idea. Its been so long since i posted and this idea has been stuck in my drafts since july and since im back in my Adam driver era- id thought id finish this. This is mostly inspired by Taylor Swifts song "I can see you" and each chapter will be based on a lyric! So i am no expert on how film/actor/movie stuff works so bear with me. Hopeful as this goes on, it will get better. Im planning on finishing this by the new year (who knows if that will happen) but since im on break i should take advantage of my free time. Ok long story short I will be writing this shit non stop since im on a writing high so who knows if the next chapter will come out tommorow! Hope you enjoy! Notes are greatly appreciated!!

Y/n, a famous actress known for her beautiful face and captivating personality but also her incredible acting skills. You had been nominated for over 50 awards and won 5 oscars. It had been a while since you were on a set nor a movie. The last film was a roaring success and the critics were crazy about it! The media begged for another film starring Y/N Y/L/N.

The first thing you heard when you woke up was the sound of your phone ringing. Your agent- Carolina, was calling. You quickly answered- yawning and hoping she wouldn’t hear it. “Y/n! Great news!” You sighed, not really understanding what was happening. “You got the job!” The job? what is she talking about? “huh?” You rubbed your eyes, laying back down. “The movie!! Adam Driver is in it too! Oh my gosh i can hear them now! ‘Y/n y/l/n and Adam Driver are co-stars in the biggest hit of the year!” Once you heard his name, you sprung up “Wait what?” “Yeah! They want you here in LA by tomorrow morning. I’ve already booked you a flight to leave in..5 hours! Bye!” She hung up before you could say another word. You glanced over at the clock- 9:35. The flight was at 2:15 and it would take a while to pack and get ready. So, being the smart woman you are, you got up and started the day. Showering, packing, and of course- stopping to get starbucks.

Once you arrived in LA, you headed to the condo where you would be staying for a majority of filming. That morning you woke up and started getting ready for the day. Showering, and making a coffee before you headed out to the table read. You threw on a pair of leggings and a tshirt. It was late autumn so you took a jacket on the way out. At the studio you said hello to the crew and a huge thank you to the casting director. “Y/n!” It was Carolina- she ran up to you and embraced you in a tight hug. “How was the flight?” You smiled at the redhead girl “Great.” Carolina jumped up and down with excitement and handed you sheets of paper. On the cover was the name of the film, the name of the director-JJ Abrams- and your name. “Heres your script. You need to go ahead and head in there! Bye!” She walked away, the sound of her heals clicked across the floor. You quickly skimmed through the pages while walking and not paying attention. You soon enough ran into someone, your coffee spilling over you and the floor along with your script- which was on the floor…covered in coffee. “Oh gosh Im so sorry!” You apologized while picking up your script, wincing at the wet paper. “You might want to watch where you are going next time.” The voice was soft but stern. You looked up and realized it was Adam Driver.

He was wearing all black and his hair was messy. He glanced at you with a subtle stare. “Im so sorry!” You stood up, brushing yourself off. “No worries, happens to the best of us.” He rolled his shoulders back and popped his neck, closing his eyes. Damn he was attractive. ”You headed in?” You asked, trying to keep your composure together. Adam simply just nodded.

The first day of the read consisted of going over the aspects of the film and the time line of production. After the read through, filming would start, then the movie premiere would take place after filming and production in Hollywood, but that was a whiles away. When the read was over you walked out with another co star. Heading to your condo, you received a text from Carolina. "Girl, just talked to JJ and he just gave me word that there is a sex scene between you and Adam 😁" The stupid emoji at the end made you cringe. Carolina giving you this news shot your nerves through the roof. As if you weren't already nervous enough about working with Adam, having to film a intimate scene made it far worse. Kicking your shoes off and falling onto your bed, you opened instagram, an attempt to get your mind of the situation at hand, it didn't work.

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Forgive me followers I forgot I had this gem in my drafts. 

This is a GOOD one 

husband shig and some bonkers role play 

warnings (bear with me): lowkey dark content but it will make sense when you read it, husband shig, implied kids, roleplay, alcohol. drugged drink, sir kink, oral (male recieving), begging, dirty talk, vaginal sex, cream pie, breeding kink, baiting, f reader 

2.3k words 

also sorry this one is a little long but prob one of my new favorites 

enjoy ;) 

your husband, tomura, had taken a 4 day weekend off from his desk job and your 2 kids were at their grandparents for the entire weekend. 

the two of you decided to live out a fantasy, roleplay if you will, you had been talking about for a while. 

to go to a bar and pretend to be strangers.

and go home together, of course. 

and have back breaking kinky sex, of course. 

the first night of the long weekend consisted of you getting a hotel room and leaving before tomura got home from work. 

the plan consisted of you two just so happening to be at an upscale club downtown at the same time. and tomura made a rule of no talking about anything real. you had to pretend not to know eachother. 

you sat and waited in the hotel room for what felt like hours, you were so excited you couldnt see straight. you brought that dress he loved and did your makeup in a dark and mysterious way.

it was almost time to leave and your hands were shaking with excitement, right before you left you remembered to take off your wedding ring, you planned on leaving it in the room but you just couldnt bring yourself to do it. you put the band in your purse. 

you loved tomura too much to live without the ring. 

you showed up 15 minutes after. fashionably late. 

you walked in alone and were immeaditly approached by a man wanting to dance, you talked sweetly and flirted while you turned him down, scanning the dark crowded room for him.

there.

in the back corner of the room. agitated. watching you. 

you knew him well enough to know your previous interaction had shigaraki’s blood boiling. 

his hair normally slicked back or put up hair was messy and in his face, he was wearing slacks and a button down, the top few unbuttoned. He was wearing vans and a jacket unzipped. he looked irritated. he was slouching with one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a brown drink. 

you made brief eye contact. you wanted to stir the pot a little more before approaching your husband. 

 you looked away first, checking your phone and making your way to the bar. 

and it was pretty easy to get under his skin. 

you didnt have to look to see he had just gotten up and was walking over to you. 

you waited at the bar for a bartender. 

a man stood next to you and offered to buy you a drink. you accepted the drink but declined the strangers advances. 

you took the drink and turned around. finding shigaraki sitting at a both alone. not just looking at you but staring into you. 

you sat across from him in the booth. lighting touching his hand that was resting on the table as you slid in. 

“hi” you said sweetly

“hey” he said with his head slightly lifted, his eyes looking down at you through his pale hair. 

“whats your name?” you couldnt stop yourself form giving him a small smile.

“shigaraki. my friends call me shiggy” 

it was funny to you because you two shared his last name, being married and all. 

“im y/l/n” 

he smirked “and what do you do, y/l/n?” 

you matched his energy “oh you know boring stuff.” you took a long sip of your drink, refusing to break eye contact. “what about you?” 

he scoffed a little. that way he was so good at being annoyed. “oh you know boring stuff” a pause “can i buy you a drink?” 

“sure i would love another one” 

you knew he wanted to skip this part. you knew his balls were aching and that he was beyond ready to be balls deep inside of you. 

you finished your first drink while he was at the bar. you could feel the warmth of the alcohol in your face and between your legs. 

he came back with a small cup of alcohol and juice. he handed it to you and sat down next to you.

“thanks” 

he put a hand on your thigh and whipsered “oh dont thank me yet”  

within seconds of sipping on the drink he brought you you could feel yourself getting tired. the room was getting hazy and something was off. 

this wasnt part of the plan. you looked up at your husband as the room stopped making sense. he winked as he caught your body.

you woke up in a massive bed. in a huge studio apartment with windows overlooking downtown. 

this was not the plan at all. 

it was still night time so you couldnt have slept that long.

“you didnt feel well so i brought you back to my apartment.” 

tomura was really getting into it. 

you were intriuged and your sex was pulsating. 

he stood over you on the bed, jacket off. He looked tired, like he had just carried an unconscious woman back to a secret apartment. 

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. body language expressing his frustration. 

“i also needed to remind you of something”

tomura said as he crawled over to you on the bed.

you stayed where you were sitting as he nuzzled into you.

“you belong to me” he whispered then grabbed you by the upper arm and threw you face down on the bed.

he had taken your shoes off but you were still wearing the dress from earlier. and your wedding ring was back on your finger. 

“ass up” he said as he hiked you dress up and grabbed a handful of your hair.

you expect him to rip your panties off but he didn’t, he pulled them up, and slapped your ass. hard. 

“count”

“tomur- “

“wrong” he said as he slapped the same place as earlier but a lot harder.

“one”

“don’t think i didn’t see you whoring yourself around in that bar”

“t-two”

“you are mine and all mine”

“three”

he used your hair as leverage.

“four”

“to think”

“five”

he grabbed the other side of your ass and played with it before slapping it.

“six”

“that my darling”

“seven”

“would forget who she belongs to?”

“eight”

he leaned over your body

“nine”

tomura licked up your neck then kissed your jaw.

“ten”

tomura let go of your hair and pulled your dress over your head and discarded it on the ground next to the bed.

“and what do you say?”

you gulped. “tomura-“

he lifted your head by your hair and leaned really close to you.

“what did you call me?” you could feel his irritation.

“thank you sir” you said quietly and looking down.

“thats what i thought” he scoffed. 

he unclipped your bra in one swift motion and pushed you back down onto the bed.

once again you expected him to take your underwear off but he didn’t.

tomura snaked between your legs. 

“do i have your permission, darling?” he asked

you nodded but he motioned like he couldnt hear you.

“what was that? im sorry I cant hear you.” 

“yes, yes you have my permission” you were babbling.

“your permission to do what darling?” 

“im -um. fuck me?” 

he slapped your ass “watch your profanity” he leaned closer to your ear and whispered “youre going to have to beg a little more than that and you know it.” 

your sex was pulsating and you craved your husband. 

you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anything. 

he lifted your thighs so his arms were under them but resting on your hips.  

“please to-” you stopped yourself. he glanced you looking displeased. 

“please sir please touch me ill do anything”  you corrected yourself.

he grunted as he got up.

“anything?” he questioned. 

you were beginning to understand why you were still wearing your underwear.  

“will you sit on the floor and suck on my big cock?” 

you grinned, “make me” 

tomura turned around slowly. 

“do you want to say that again?”

your smile grew bigger. “you heard me tomura, i said make me,”

before you could blink your wrists were bound by his belt behind your back and you were on your knees staring at his beautiful and very hard cock. 

he was leaking precum and you didnt have to be told twice to lick it up but that wasnt on the menu at that moment. 

you held out, being stuborn and bratty, waiting for him to make the first move. 

and he did.

tomura slapped you in the face “suck on it, slut” 

you closed your eyes, licked up his shaft, and took the tip in your mouth. 

you bobbed your head up and went further down with each bob, he was longer than he looked. 

if your hands werent bound you would spit in your palm when you came up for air and start pumping his base, but that wasnt an option. 

each time you came back up you would give special attention to the tip, just as he liked it. 

at first tomura sat on the bed and leaned back as you went up and down and up and down his shaft. 

between whimpers tomura said “its nice to see my whore wife finally remember who she belongs to.” 

he had one hand in your hair directing you and the other to lean back on the bed. 

you used teeth after his comment. 

he pulled your head back and sat up, using his free hand to hold your face forcing you to look at him. 

“i didnt want to drug you but i had to. i had to teach you a lesson. would you rather those fucking perverted men drug you or me? huh? i know you would rather me fuck you raw on this bed right now than either of those fuck faces at the bar huh” 

“uh-huh” 

“thats what i thought, get on the bed.” 

finally. you had been waiting all night. 

he took his pants off and unbuttoned his shirt but didnt take it all the way off. you loved his body. He was muscular but only under his cloths, he normally looked slouchy and scrawny. meaning you were the only person who got to see him like this. 

you lay with your legs spread open for him. your head propped up with pillows and your hands still tied behind your back. 

tomura crawled onto the bed and sat on his knees between your legs. 

his two fingers slid up and down you soaked folds. 

“all this for me? im flattered” 

he inserted his two fingers to your pleading hole. 

he took the fingers out and put them in his mouth. rolling his eyes back as he slowly pulled them out of his mouth. 

he smirked as he fingered you a little more slowly, then quickly, then slowly but with a third finger. 

then finally he pulled out his cock. still red and angry from when you were sucking on it just a minute ago. 

and he plunged it inside of you. 

luckily you were plenty stretched out from his fingers because he wasted no time in bottoming out and finding his pace. 

one of your legs over his shoulder and both of his hands on your his as leverage as he fucked you into the mattress without mercy. 

he head back in ecstasy, hair covering his eyes. you could have come just from the sight of it. 

you grabbed his fore arm, he looked down at you through his hair. he was glistening with sweat and looked at you a little confused.  

you pulled him down, him releasing the leg that was formally on his shoulder. 

his thrusts slowed as moved to get on top of you. 

you stated sucking a hickey on his neck, he huffed and grabbed a handful of your hair. 

“stop i have work” he said through grunts and whimpers. 

despite his comment he found where your neck and shoulder met and dug his teeth in. 

actually biting you. 

you moaned into his hair. heh hummed in satisfaction while he moved to suck on your breasts. 

one hand squeeing the right while he sucked on it and the other circling your nipple. occasionally pinching it. 

all while he would ppound into your soaking wet entrance and then slowly pull out. 

each thrust making squelching noises from your pleasure. 

he released your tit with a pop from sucking on it and looked you in the eyes through his hair. 

“im gonna cum in you. and were going to have a third. i need to see you pregnant again. full of my kids.” 

he licked up your chest and getting closer to you. he pushed your hair out of your face and reiterated: 

“you are going to be so fucking pregnant all the time. and everyone who sees you will know that i fucked your raw and i came inside of you. and that you are mine. you will have all of my kids” he moaned “youre my wife and the mother to all of my kids” 

he grunted. you squeezed around him, excited at the thought. 

he thrusts grew less organized and tomura furrowed his brow. 

he stared whimpering “ung im close” he ran a hand through his hair “beg for it” 

he didnt have to ask you twice.

you leaned up on your elbows and held his hand. 

“please, theres noting i want more than your cum to fill me up. i long for being full and everyone knowing who i belong to” 

one final thrust and you felt his cum fill you up. 

he ran a hand through his hair. “im not moving for at least 15 minutes the cum has to stay in. 

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki smut #shigaraki x reader #yandere shigaraki #yandere shigaraki smut #lov smut #yandere lov #shigaraki x you #shigaraki x y/n #dilf shigaraki #mha shigaraki

[prettygreenpills]

hey! can i request marilyn thornhill smut

i have two plot ideas you can choose

1.reader is deliberately teasing her in class and yk.. after class

2. reader is flirting with someone else to make her jealous

hi! i chose the first one, so here you go!

Detention

warnings: punishment, teasing, teacherxstudentreader!, jealousy, + smut at the end.

You settled at the desk and looked in front of yourself. There was Marilyn standing by her desk and between the plants. As you looked at her and she looked at you, you just smiled and sent her an air kiss. Marilyn smiled and then the class started.

You weren’t paying attention to your girlfriend at all. You were pretending that you were listening to her but in fact, all you had on your mind was how could you get her angry side. Smiling when an idea crossed your mind, you looked at Marilyn who was searching for an eye contact.

Not paying any attention to what she was saying, you opened your legs a little. Marilyn looked between your legs just for a second, but that was enough for her to realize that you were not wearing any panties and you weren’t wearing a bra neither. Marilyn looked you into your eyes and you just smiled innocently, trying to pretend that what she was talking about made you suddenly interested in the class and you weren’t going there just to tease her.

“Miss Y/l/n, please stay after the class. The rest of you is dismissed,” Marilyn said and you kept sitting on your place. When you were sure about that everyone from the class left, hearing the doors close shut, you smiled.

“What is it?” You stood up from your chair and walked over to her table where all of the plants Marilyn kept were. You just stood there, searching for some eye contact and when Marilyn stepped closer to you, you went on. “Why did the class end so soon? How will you explain that to the principal?”

“I will tell her I am sick. And since you use to help in the nursery, I asked you to stay and help me. Now. Why aren’t you wearing any underwear with a skirt like that darling?”

“Do I have to?” You asked back, making Marilyn just smile. It wasn’t that kind smile, it was mostly an angry smile.

“What if someone sees you like this?”

“Only you do,” you didn’t let her continue and that make Marilyn grab you by your jaw.

“Acting like a little slut, aren’t we?” Marilyn asked and she let go of you, walking past you. You just turned to see what she was doing and when she locked the doors of the classroom, you knew that she is thinking about the same thing as you. “I think my little girl needs a punishment, doesn’t she?”

“Maybe?”

“Bend over the desk, your legs parted."

You were a little scared of what did Marilyn want to do to you, but as much you were scared, that much you were excited. You turned, facing the desk and bent over it. You teasingly slowly parted your legs and turned your head to the side with your eyes closed.

"Now. You will count for me. You deserve to be punished.”

“Okay-“ you almost didn’t finish the word and Marilyn already hit you “O-One-“

“Good girl,” she praised you. “Go on.”

“Two!” you screamed this time and you heard how the blood was bubbling in your ears. Marilyn kept going and she slid her fingers into you really smoothly. “Oh shit-“

“Keep counting.”

“Three-“ you breathed out and Marilyn kept fingerfucking you. Your eyes were shut and you were enjoying the mixture of pleasure and pain at the same time.

Soon when you didn’t know if you were at 12 or 15, you gave up. You were just laying all limp on the desk and what woke you up was Marilyn’s tongue.

“Oh-“ you moaned when she showed her tongue into you and you closed your eyes.

Marilyn took your ass cheeks and she pulled them open so she had better access to your cunt. You moaned at the feeling of her tongue and you closed your eyes.

“So good-“ you moaned out and shut your eyes. Since Marilyn couldn’t speak, she just hummed against you, sending vibrations through your body, bringing you closer to the edge with every hum she let out.

You were so turned on by the spanks you have received and Marilyn surely knew that. And the fact you were in case and a hot redhead was behind you eating you out, made your legs shake.

“Close aren’t we?”Marilyn asked you and you nodded your head. She knew that you had kinks and she knew what kinks did you have. Marilyn shower her fingers inside of you and she sucked on your clit, making you moan out louder than before. “Clenching so hard. All for me?”

“Yes. Please-“

“Shh,” Marilyn just hushed you and then she kissed you onto your ass. She also left there a bite and you moaned out in pleasure clenching your walls around her, feeling how your head was pulsating.

From this woman, you didn’t need too much. She knew what to do to make you cum and when she touched your body, you knew that you’re release wasn’t far away.

“Marilyn- please- im close-“

“You really don’t need too much, do you?” She laughed at her own question and she showed her fingers deeper inside of you, making you clench as hard as it was possible.

With a loud groan, you clenched your muscles and you started feeling dizzy. Since you were knew in these sexual things, you weren’t trained that well to hold it in, it took your short time to cum. And Marilyn knew it.

“Please-“

“Cum,” she whispered. You let your head fall limp and you didn’t know how, your eyes rolled back into your scalp and your souls left your shaking body on the table. Or it just felt like it.

“Good girl, such a good girl. We should do more spanking if it makes you cum this fast.”

“Yeah-“ you breathed out and then whined a little louder, so Marilyn covered your mouth with her hand.

“Now darling. get all cleaned up. Here are the keys. I’ll be in my office soon.”

“Thank you Marilyn,” you thanked her and with little difficulties and shaky legs, you stood up and started walking towards the doors.

“You’re very welcome love.”

#marilynthornhill #smut #fluff #gxg #writers on tumblr #nevermoreacademy #wednesdayaddams #oldwednesday #christinaricci #laurelgates #thegatesfamily #lesbians #teacherxstudent #gxgrelationship #lesbianrelationship #lesbiansex #gxgsmut #lesbiansmut #marilynxreader

[night-triumphantt]

Romance asks you say? Djskaksksjd Give me 1,2 and 15 for kiyazan and 16,20,31 for daemon and karima 😌🫶

Low key this got long but I could probably write more (also a note I would love to hear the partners of the blorbos thoughts more too fjskdjsk)

Oc romance asks!

Kiyazan: 💖💖

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

Low key it’s cheesy but like, him as an entire person, Yazan is Kiaras best friend, he matches her energy in so many ways, there is no one else she would rather spend time with, I don’t think she could pick one thing, he just has to be his whole self nd she loves him for it. They’ve known each another so long she wouldn’t be able to give you a specific thing, drew her in by being his funny dramatic self lol.

2. What was the first moment that they knew they were in love with their LI? 

Fjskdjsks ok, so I feel like for younger Kiara I don’t know if she’d know it was love per say at first bc there was always love it just,,, shifted a bit, she started being just a bit more aware of how close they were sitting, or found herself wanting to hold hands but she’s nervous about it now where she might not have thought that much of it previously and just like, eventually she realized it was a romantic kind of love too. It definitely clicked though in a very mundane moment where they were hanging out as usual and they’re talking and he does something stupid. Omg actually, it 100% might’ve been when he drew a lil hilighter mark on her when the teacher said to hilight the most important things. Or also a moment of him being excited to show her something like, a new drum piece he’s been working on. Either way absolutely something mundane where it just clicked in her brain in that moment fjskdjsk and she just, never stopped loving him after that so I actually can’t say there’s a realization when they’re older. But there is this sort of resurgence bc I think for a bit it’s just overshadowed by ‘I’m so happy to have you back’. The love is still, *there* though 100% and once it takes the forefront again the fear also settles and becomes ‘oh god I love him but what if I say something and lose him again’ which, fjskdjsks, and that probably just happens as they fall back into being around each other/talking a lot again.

15. Does their view of themselves differ from their partner’s view?

Kiaras self image is so ?? I think her image of herself is someone who cares about others and also as someone who is maybe ‘too much’ I think it’s a fear that sits deep in her bc she just,,, feels very deeply and she’s got a abandonment issues so I feel like, together it makes her fear rejection based off her intensity of emotion. That said this is all deep down I don’t think she has spent a lot of time thinking about herself and I think if you asked her she’d be taken a little bit aback and would have to think on it. Which is definitely different how yazan sees her I think he thinks she’s kind and funny and charming and smart, actually sees her for everything she is which, I don’t think she can say about herself.

Karima and daemon:

16. Jealous at all?

Yk, this is interesting bc, I don’t think daemon is a jealous person at all really. l just don’t think that’s in him, he would step in if he felt like karima wanted him to but he’s not really,,, jealous,, I’m trying to think of situations low key 😂 yk if one of karimas exes wanted to start some beef w him I think he’d be idk if cocky is the right word but it definitely can come off that way, perhaps unbothered is a better word. But still idk if that’s jealousy fjskdjsk.

On the flip side idk how he feels ab her being jealous (if she is) it depends on what she’s like, she’s got no reason to tho I think if someone flirted w him he’d be like :L ty but I’m going to find my gf

20. Did either person change at all, to be with their partner

We talking ab before they met or after bc both of them definitely did a lot of growing before they were ready to be in a relationship though they didn’t necessarily do it *for* the relationship bc,,, they didn’t know eachother yet.

Daemon had to learn how to be comfortable with himself he hopped relationship to relationship when he was in his early 20s with people who weren’t necessarily the best for him. The last break up was definitely a wake up call like, I think early twenties him didn’t know who he was, constantly changed to appease the person he was with, I mean he was still daemon but it was buried. I think after his last break up he got called out by his younger brother and he also just,, felt it like ‘what am I even doing’ and then he spent a long time working on himself and figuring himself out. Also it’s kinda funny bc I think the timeline on this is like,,, he was ~25 so, incredibly humbling to be called out by your 19 year old brother too I think 😂

And you know ab Karima (she is your blorbo) and how she also went through it nd did the dating around but she was also self sabotaging in all those relationships, def dated the wrong ppl and if she was dating someone who was nice she would find issues or reasons it doesn’t work (low key i want more of ur thoughts on this bestie 🙌🏽)

31. Share anything you would like about the couple!

Anything I want 🤔😂 I will share the thoughts that have been bouncing around in my brain for them. Like I’m kinda just thinking about their crafts, I didn’t expect them to be crafty but between the crochet and the pottery/sculpting they kinda are and I think it’s very cute? Like the idea of them crocheting stuff or like working on lil projects together just gets me fr. Also them making stuff for eachothers pets 😂 a sweater for a lizard is actually hilarious and daemon would 1000% make one.

Also daemon dropping lunch off for her while she’s at work can be something so personal, helps her grade assignments or something while he’s at it. Low key these two would be great parents but they just ended up being around kids in other ways 😂 being aunt/uncle or just teaching them fjskdjsk 100/10 anyway I’ll get off my soapbox.

I’ll just add that if u want to pls tell me the other blorbos perspectives im so curious fjskdjsk

#oc questions #I should start tagging these bc I wanna find them again and low key can’t #triumphantt asks #kiyazan #daemon x karima #the when did she realize one #I’ve been thinking ab it all day like WDYMMM

[venus-dawnstar]

I have a love/hate relationship with my autism...

Autism is interesting. At least, I find my autism entertaining. To set an example of what I mean, here's a list:

Pros:

-Fuck, music is so cool. I love it and I can feel it moving in my brain.

-I can tell if something is different or off really easily.

-Want me to explain your emotions to you bc even you don't understand them? Oh, don't worry, I don't know how I'm feeling either. No judgment. Anyway, time to examine your body language and tell you what every thought you're having rn is.

-You don't know where to eat? I have a maximum of 5 foods I can keep in my system at every waking moment, ask which one I want. (More ARFID than autism, but still.)

-Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm good texture, much comfort.

-You talk to me for 2 minutes every day? You say hi to me every morning? Good, you're now part of my routine. You may become the highlight of my day with just a small gesture.

-Yooo this painting has 5 people hidden inside. Also, I think this artist has a flaw in this section but succeeds really well in this section and-

-You want something to talk about? I HAVE SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT! MEMEME I DO! ASK ME ABOUT [hyperfixation] P L E A S E !

-.O. You got me a gift! You shouldn't have. What is it? [Literally anything that isn't one of the 10 things I dislike] Omg I love it! Thank you so much! *Keeps it for the rest of my life*

-You know when I trust you. You'll notice. Don't worry about how or when. You'll just know.

-"Words, words, words, words-" "How tf are you on chapter 15 I left for 8 minutes-" "Shhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm at a really important part. Words, words, words, words."

-Want to know when I'm too tired? I stop walking on my tippytoes. That's when.

Cons:

-FUCK EVERYTHING IS TOO LOUD TOO LOUD SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

-Ow why is everything so bright that hurts

-Mmmmmmmmmmmm everything hurts. How do bones hurt? Mmmmmmmmmmmm tension headaches.

-EW NONO TEXTURE GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF I WANT TO PEEL THE SKIN THAT TOUCHED IT OFF OW WHY IS IT PAINFUL

-I can't sleep. My brain doesn't want to. Yeah, I know it's 6 AM.

-What? Huh? Da fuq? Uhhhhhhh.. OH OH OH yeah yeah yeah. Why did that take so long to process?

-WHY IS THERE A BREAK IN THE ROUTINE I HATE IT WHEN A PATTERN STOPS. BAD BAD YUCKY BAD. WHY? PANIC.

-*Static* "Hey. did you hear what I said?" "Oh sorry I zoned out. What?"

-Why am I irritated by this? It's not a big deal. Why am I crying, literally all that happened was [thing most people would call insignificant that I find really important]."

-A thing got denied, guess that's a permanent no. Time to lose all hope in it.

-Everything is awesome and I love life and I'm so happy and- *break in routine, bad texture, sensory issue, bad item, something gets slightly off* GODAMNIT

The main inspiration for this list was from this afternoon. My partner and I were about to go walk the dog and pick up food along the way. But what happened? My shoes were missing. They weren't in the place, let alone the room I always put them in and have for the past months. A break happened in the routine and I panicked so badly that my partner had to pull me into a hug and tell me it was okay. I almost started crying bc my shoes were in the wrong place and I didn't know where they were at first. I was excited, practically jumping for joy because I was about to pay for and have a date with my partner. Then, a pattern broke and I almost had a panic attack. I found my shoes, put them on, and boom. I was happy again. Of course, it took me a while to get past the initial shock from it. But afterwards, I was giddy as a kid on Christmas.

TLDR; Autism has its ups and downs, some of mine are listed above. Also, I lost my shoes and it almost sent me into a panic attack. So that was interesting.

#Not everyone with autism is the same #if you don't relate to this it doesn't mean you don't have autism #actually autistic #music #sensory #is it a blessing? #is it a curse? #or is it just a part of me? #pretty much a vent post #My brain said I'm not allowed to talk about the shoe thing without a prompt or someone asking if anything interesting happened today #So I made the list to make myself feel like I'm not just venting about my bad moment today to literal air cause no one is gonna see this #sorry for the rant

[ledenews]

West Liberty University Looking forward to an Exciting Homecoming 2022

West Liberty University’s Homecoming 2022 includes exciting new events for alumni to enjoy.  Director of Alumni Affairs Amanda Bennet is coordinating the Alumni Wall of Honor Induction Breakfast, and the first Alumni Family Fest, another new event for alumni and their families to enjoy on Saturday, Oct. 22. “So much has changed over the years, and after seeing how much has changed just since I joined campus in March, I want other alumni to see that. Engagement is huge, it is important to come back and engage and get in touch with your roots,” Bennett said. Bennett graduated from WLU herself in 2013 and went on to earn an MBA, also at WLU, in 2018. The Wall of Honor Induction Breakfast takes place from 9 - 10 a.m. in the Alumni Room on the third floor of the Paul L. Elbin Library. This festive breakfast will honor five high-achieving alumni from different professional fields, including: Winifred Breegle '43 of Spring Hills,Tenn., Dawn Ann Dean '84 of Wheeling, Alex E. Paris '82 of Avella, Pa., Charles "Charley" Richards '77 of Indialantic, Fla. and Nick Sparachane '75 of Wheeling. There also will be a new Alumni Family Fest, which will take place from 10 a.m. until 2 p.m. behind the Fine Arts Building. The Alumni Family Fest will have food trucks, an eating area, inflatables, and live music by “Eli and the Mojo Kings,” Eli Lambie is an alumnus and heads up this band that is very popular in the region. "Higher education is currently facing a critical time. Multiple threats, accelerated by the COVID-19 pandemic are helping to shape the future of higher ed. WLU is not immune to these threats and alumni engagement has never been as critical as it is now. We feel WLU must shift the way it engages in a manner that meets its alumni where they are and our Alumni Family Fest is a symbol of an effort that focuses on engaging our younger alumni base," said Jason Koegler, vice president of External Affairs. Some departments on campus will take part in the Alumni Family Fest. The WLU Center for Arts and Education and its students provide activities for kids, the WLU Zoo Science professors and students will be on hand with animals and the WLU College of Liberal and Creative Arts faculty and students will be displaying and selling their art.  The Alumni Family Fest is open to the public. "As a student and now as a member of WLU's staff, I believe that there is no other word that better describes our Hilltop than "family.” Our Alumni Family Fest speaks to this by name but also is a symbol of a new era in our alumni engagement and serves as a signal to our 25,000+ alumni base that more dynamic engagement opportunities are on the horizon," Bennett said.  Tailgating opens for alumni at 8 a.m. in lots A and B, behind the ASRC, and ends one hour after the end of the football game. The Student Government Association will start the traditional Homecoming Parade at 10:15 a.m. The Hilltopper Football team takes on nearby Wheeling University with a 1 p.m. kick-off and offers many more festivities, including the announcement of WLU’s Homecoming King and Queen. The WLU Foundation too offers a special event for Homecoming 2022, its annual Recognition Banquet, that will take place on Friday, Oct. 21. This ticketed special event honors John P. McCullough Society, Nathan Shotwell Society, President's Circle, and the 2022 Impact of Philanthropy Award recipients. The WLU Foundation Recognition Banquet begins with a 6 p.m. cocktail hour in College Union.  For more information on Homecoming 2022 at West Liberty University, please click: westliberty.edu/alumni/event/2022-homecoming. For tickets to the WLU Foundation Recognition Banquet, please call the WLU Foundation office at 304.336.5635. Read the full article

[imthebadguyyy]

Hi. This is mine request

Y/n is a teammate of max verstappen, they are in a relationship, y/n crashes and max is worried about her, and he is gonna visit her in the hospital, and when she is released he takes care of her, with a lott of fluff thanks

You Scared Me To Death !

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - When you get hurt, Max realizes just how much you mean to him.

Warnings - mentions of injury, fire, explosion, violence, angst, crash details.

75 laps. That's all that you had to do. Drive for 75 laps. The Bahrain Grand Prix had always been one of your favourite races of the year, and you were so excited. But that excitement had soon ebbed away, after you had missed qualifying because your car wasn't ready for the quali session. The RedBull mechanics had apologised and you had brushed them off, buy you would be lying if you said you weren't angry. It hadn't helped when your teammate and boyfriend Max qualified P1, beating the Mercedes by mere tenths of a second. You had swallowed your hurt and congratulated Max, forcing yourself to feel happy for him.

All it had done was made you determined to win the race tomorrow, even if you had to fight 19 other drivers to do so. Starting P20 on the grid sucked big time, but as Martin Brundle said, "If anyone can fight back from the back of the grid to the podium places, its Y/N L/N" and you had done it before, at the German GP the previous year, fighting back from P19 to P3, winning Driver of The Day as well.

But this race was different. There was a building intensity in the air, you felt it in the air around you. You felt tense and nervous, and you were never nervous. It scared you, but you were going to be damned if you let it show on your face. In your drivers room, you paced back and forth, trying desperately to stop your hands from shaking. Was this what anxiety felt like? you wondered, shaking your head as your heart started hammering against your chest. Far to consumed in your own panicked thoughts, you didn't see your boyfriend walk up to your door, and open it to walk inside.

Max walked into your room, expecting to see you vibing to some R&B music, or something by Rihanna. But you weren't. You were pacing, your brow furrowed and he could see the irregular rise and fall of your chest. He walked up behind you silently, before wrapping his arms around your waist, like he normally did. What he wasn't expecting was your reaction. Usually, you would giggle and let your head fall onto his shoulder, and he would kiss your neck and you two would share a moment. But not this time. This time, you jumped, and nearly fell over onto your bed. "Woah schtaje ! It's just me' he said, eyes softening in concern. "I'm sorry I didn't see you and I shouldn't have jumped, I'm sorry I'm just so klutzy today and I'm also so nervous I-" your nervous rambling was cut off by a pair of warm lip pressing onto your own, as Max's hands cupped your face, instantly calming down your nerves.

You stayed like that for a moment, before pulling away softly, and letting him press his forehead down to yours, fingers gently tracing patterns on your hip. "Why are you nervous mijn geliefde ?" he asked, as he moved his lips to your neck, pressing little kisses along the sensitive skin. "I don't know" you confessed, tilting your head back to give him more access to the expanse of skin, while he stopped at a pulse point to suck at the soft skin, earning. soft moan from you. "Then stop stressing" he mumbled against your neck, word muffling against your skin. "I can't" you replied, struggling to keep the lump in your throat fro growing. "Well," Max said, biting down onto your neck and licking the spot to soothe it, 'Let me help you calm down"

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20 seconds to lights out.

Your heart was thumping so hard against your chest. God, were your hands always so clammy? Was the car always so stuffy ? Was the space always so confined? Was your helmet always that tight?

Your thoughts were muddled. You knew your goal. It was simple. Get to the podium. Except, right now, that goal seemed somewhat impossible. Before you knew, the first red light was flashing, and then the second, and the third and the fourth and the fifth, and then it was 'lights out and away we go!' you sped off, immediately overtaking Magnussen in the car ahead of you. Then, you overtook one of the Williams, but you could feel your breath wavering, and your heart threatening just burst out of your chest. And before you knew it, you were overtaking Giovinazzi in his Alfa Romeo, and the sight of Grosjean's Haas came into view, "And it looks like L/N has already taken over 4 places, making her P16, and we are on lap 2 of 75! It looks like we're going to see her on the podium after, all, but all we can do is wait and see- and oh! that's a terrible, terrible crash!"

It happened so fast. One moment, you were going round the outside of the Haas, and the next the back of the Haas was hitting your front, sending you crashing into one of the barriers, your car spinning a full 360 in the process. The impact as you crashed into the barriers was so intense, you felt yourself blackout for a few seconds.

"That was a horrible crash, between, the RedBull of Y/N L/N and the Haas, I believe of Romain Grosjean. This race has been red flagged and -oh no!' The cry summed it up. Your car had just burst into flames.

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In P1, Max was unaware of the chaos at the back, until he looked in his rear mirrors to see something enveloping into a ball of fire. "Holy shit, whose car is that?" he asked, watching as the flames grew higher. "Um.. Max, I need you to stay calm, but its Y/N" "Are you fucking serious?!" his angry voice burst through his race engineer's headphones, making him flinch. "Is she okay?! Tell me she's okay, damn it!' "Max, I need you to come into the pit lane. We have no information on her yet. Come into the pit lane"

As the 18 other cars came into the pitman, everyone knew better than to park in the way of an anxious Max Verstappen. He jumped out of the car, running to the garage upto Christian, who was watching the screen with his eyebrow furrowed. "Is she alright? Tell me she got out?! Did she get out?!" he was practically spitting the words out, and his engineer and his trainer had to physically restrain him from going to shake Christian. "She hasn't got out yet Max, but the fire Marshalls and the medical guys are there-" "What do you mean she hasn't got out? verdomme, blijf hier niet zitten! doe iets!!"

As his race engineer manoeuvred him to his chair, he yelled at whoever was around, eyes desperately searching to screen for some sign that you were still alive. Outside the RedBull garage, the other drivers were pooling around the garage for some sign that Y/N was okay. The panic had been evident in all their radios.

Charles - "Fuck, fuck, fuck, who was that? Y/N?! Tell me she's okay!"

Carlos - "Joder, ¿quién era ese?" I just saw the car go into flames, tell me they got out okay.

Lewis - oh shit, that was a big crash, fucking hell, is she okay?

Checo- oh no, that was a big one, I hope everyone is okay!

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Back in the car, you felt dazed. Since when was the track this hot, and since when when was your car red ? Were you driving for Ferrari ? No, you drove for RedBull, alongside Max. Your boyfriend Max. Why wasn't he here?

And why did you feel like you were sitting in a sauna? As you begain to regain your consciousness, you felt a searing pain on your hands, and finally clearing the fogginess of your mind, you became fully aware of what was happening. This was your RedBull car. But it was on fire. Almost instantly, your body went into survival mode, ripping the half burnt straps holding your body down, and forcing your limbs to stand up. Looking down you could see your racing gloves glow before they seemed to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes, the flames licking your hands. A scream started in your chest, only to be jammed in your throat, as you opened your mouth to gasp. Big mistake.

The smoke filled your mouth and lungs, and you choked, clawing at your race suit, begging some higher power to help you. Finally, using some courage and adrenaline you didn't know you had, you pulled your body up, bare hands coming in contact with searing hot metal, as your eyes filled with tears of pain. As you jumped out of the car, you became vaguely aware of 3 or 4 people signaling and screaming at you. Too exhausted to even think, you used whatever remaining adrenaline you had to stumble to the barrier and collapse into the first pair of arms.

"Can you hear me? Are you okay? Can you tell me if you're hurt?" The questions were hurled at you from all directions, but you couldn't speak. The head marshall walked up, bracing your body, and checking for injuries. In a hurried voice he asked for the stretcher, but you shook your head. The exhaustion was setting in but you knew you had to let the others know you were okay. But he insisted, and you found yourself sitting on the stretcher instead of lying down, as a medic gently removed your helmet and peeled off the remaining burnt glove, and pressed some ice gently against your burn. Mustering up your remaining strength, you turned to one of the broadcasting cameras and flashed them a tight smile and a thumbs up.

"And as you can see, she has managed to get out of the wreckage, by God's miracle. Thank God she's walked away from that, but how, I cannot comprehend! She went barelling into the barrier and burst into flames and she walked out alive! And I can hear the cheers of the RedBull team, and I think her race engineer is in tears. I can't begin to imagine how Max Verstappen must be feeling"

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Max Verstappen wasn't sure how he was feeling either. He had felt fear, anger, anxiety, more fear, devastation and dread in the longest 15 minutes of his life. But you were alive. And he felt like breaking down, but he had to be strong for you. He watched your tired form on the screen, feeling giddy with relief, and ignoring the others around him, he ran to the medical hospitality center. No one stopped him.

As the white building came into sight, he heaved a sigh of relief as Michael Masi appeared in front of the cameras to give the anxious fans an update. "Y/N is alright. She's currently in recovery, and I can inform you that she is okay. She has minor burns on her hands, and is exhausted, but she will be okay. 2 weeks healing time for the burns, and some proper rest should be fine for her. That's all I know, and I would ask the media, press, social media fans, and others to give her the time she needs to cope and recover. What she has been through is traumatizing and I hope you will respect her privacy at this time. Thank you"

Seeing his hesitation, the nurse turned to the driver, "It's okay. She's fine now. She's on some painkillers and I've cleaned her burns and dressed them. She will be fine, and you can hug her or whatever you want, she won't be hurt. I've kept some painkillers on the table, she should take some again in 2 hours or so" All Max could do was nod, suddenly feeling a lump grow in his throat. With a smile in your direction, the nurse walked out of the room, leaving you alone with Max.

Max turned to nod at the race director, before hurrying through the brown door that led to the medical room you were in. When he walked in, his entire body relaxed. You were alive and safe. Seeing you sitting up in bed, a bottle of water by your side as a nurse wrapped your burnt hand in a white bandage. Looking, your tired eyes met his blue ones, as a tired smile made his way to your face. "Y/N",he said breathily, "Thank God you're alive" he said, practically running over to you, but he stopped himself from hugging, unsure of if it would hurt you.

"Hey baby". All it took was two words for him to rush towards you, gently wrapping his arms around your form, burying his head in the crook of your neck, as a gasping sob left his mouth, and you could have sworn you felt your heart shatter. "I'm okay baby, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm okay" your mantra of "I'm okay" was soothing, as he sobbed into your shoulder. "I thought I'd lost you, you scared me to death!" "I know my love but I'm here and I'm okay" "I thought you were gone. When I saw the flames behind me I didn't even know it was you in the car. When they told me it was you I swear my fucking heart stopped, and all I could do was pray to whatever higher power exists to save you, because I'm nothing without you. If you hadn't made it, I wouldn't survive. You make me better, you help me love, and you let me heal. I love you, and I never, ever want to see you in a situation like that again"

"I love you too" you said, your eyes filling with tears as you listened to him speak. "I love you too" you repeated, gently lifting his chin so his eyes could meet yours, his tear stained cheeks and red eyes breaking your heart, as you tilted your lips to meet his. He returned the kiss with desperation, he needed even more proof that you were alive, and feeling your lips on his were a reminder that you were alive and weren't going anywhere. He kissed you with fervour, hands moving to your hair, one cupping your cheek as his thumb traced your cheekbone, your hands clutching his broad chest.

"Ouch" the soft cry made you two break apart, as you rubbed your stinging hands. "Did I hurt you?" He said, his eyes filling with worry. "No its just the burn. It'll be fine" you replied, shifting in your bed and patting the spot next to you. After a moments hesitation, he climbed in, raising the sterile white sheet and tucking the both of you in. You snuggled up to him, arms wrapping around him as you rested your head on his chest. He rested his chin on your head, one hand running through your hair, the other keeping you stable on his chest. Within seconds, you were asleep.

Looking down at your sleeping form, his eyes lingered on the white bandage covering your burn, his eyes filling again as it stood out against your skin. He hated it. It was a reminder that you had nearly died. He had nearly lost you. His train of thought was cut off by his phone ringing, his mum's caller ID flashing across the screen.

"Hi mum" "Is she okay?" His greeting was pushed aside, his mom far too concerned about Y/N. "Yes she's alright now. She's sleeping now, Yeah I'm with her now" "Y/N's mom is with me too, I'll let her know she's okay" "Thanks mum" "Don't forget to rest as well Max" his mum said, knowing full well that her son would forget about taking care of himself when it came to his love. "I will"

And he cut the line. He looked down at you one more time, pressing his lips to your forehead, and swearing to himself that he would protect you for all his life. He let his eyes close, the exhaustion finally getting to him, all his adrenaline and energy draining out his body, and finally content that you were going to be okay, he let his eyes close.

You were going to be okay.

#f1 #max verstappen imagines #max verstappen #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #f1 imagines #f1 imagine #f1 drivers x reader #f1 x you #f1 x reader #max verstappen x y/n

[botanicaljars]

Is He Your Boyfriend?

• young!james potter x reader

• Warnings: Swearing

• You, James and Lily go to the Autumn Fête in Hogsmeade, Lily leaves you alone for a while to go with Marlene and you learn a little bit more about James as you go

• Word Count: 1,774

(part 2/3)

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“James! Hurry up! Get off the carriage and let’s go!!” You shouted, jogging ahead from everyone else who was walking. “I’m so ready for this fête!”

“Is she always this hyper for this Fête?” He asked sighing at your energy.

“Yes. Every year we’ve been going to this Fête, and she’s still as excited as she was first year,” Lily commented, “Give the girl some slack, she loves this festival.” Lily’s eyes focused on you in the distance, you were wearing a dark green scarf, a coat that was burying you and thick winter boots.

“I can tell.” He replied

“You.” She jabbed him with her finger in the chest, “You need to experience this Fête for the first time with someone as excitable as her, I’ll leave you two to be alone today. And besides…” she stopped for a second, “I heard you might have some feelings for Missus Y/N L/N.”

“Well I guess you heard correctly,” his cheeks tinted slightly pink, “Don’t tell her yeah? I want it to be special when I tell her okay?”

“I wouldn’t dream of ruining that for you or her, have fun today okay?” She said, patting his shoulder and walking off to find Marlene Mckinnon.

“Y/N!” James shouted jogging to catch up to you, “Lily’s gone with Marlene today so I can experience the Fête with you for the first time!”

You were walking next to each other down the gravel path past the battered Hogsmeade sign decorated in jars of glowing orbs and bunting

“You’re going to love it!! It’s covered in fairy lights and lanterns and bunting and it’s all so pretty!!” You exclaimed counting on your hand. “It’s one of my favourite Fêtes in the world!”

“Okay now I really want to see what’s good about this Fête!” James replied as you cheerily walked through arch way to Hogsmeade.

Lining the narrow streets was different types of stalls; toy stalls, food stalls from all over the wizarding world, trinket stalls, game stalls, jewellery stalls, anything you can think of, there was a stall for it. All the shops were closed for the Fête except for the pub, The Three Broomsticks. But today there was an empty shop that had be renovated specially for the free beverages.

“Okay James, what do you want to do first?” You asked, pulling him to one side so you weren’t blocking the path.

“How about…We go get free drinks, then make our way back up the stalls?” He suggested.

“That sounds like a brilliant idea Potter! God who knew you were so smart?” He grabbed your hand and you looked up to him, slightly going red at the bold move, “W-What’re you doing?”

“I’m making sure i don’t get lost, have you seen that crowd?” and with that the two of you began squeezing through the packed crowd with James in tow behind you closely. “Okay yeah you would get lost in here trust me, Me and Lils got split up last year and it took me half an hour to find her again!”

“Well then, I guess I’m going to stay holding onto you then huh?” He replied, smiling at you but you couldn’t see as you were making a b-line for the free drinks. After 15 minutes of pushing and shoving through the thick crowd you reached the shop. A draped cloth sign read “Near and Far Baristas”

“It changes every year, Me and Lily like the coffee this one has to offer though! It’s not too bitter and not too sweet so I’d recommend it! Come on!”

“I’ll have a try of it then,” James replied to what you had said then you walked through the door holding it open for him, the bell chiming as you entered.

“Hello welcome!” The barista said, she was an aged woman with long, thick grey curly hair, large rimmed spectacles and a crooked nose. “Oh it’s you!”

“Hi Miss Lucille!! It’s so nice to see you again!” You smiled at her, James leant down and began to speak quietly in your ear.

“Who is she?” he whispered, “How does she know who you are?”

“You don’t need to whisper goodness, she worked here the first year i came to the Fête, and the third year but she hasn’t catered for it in two years.” You replied.

“Is that your boyfriend?” She asked bluntly. You looked at each other and you felt your cheeks heat up in the cold air.

“No! He’s- No he’s not my boyfriend!” you said quickly, moving your thick scarf to cover your cheeks.

“Darling…” She sighed, she glanced between the two of you. From her perspective; you were blushing like crazy, he was stood, looking away from you his cheeks painted with a pink tinge. The two of you were holding hands, you had forgot you were holding his hand but when he squeezed it. You remembered and smiled to yourself under the thickness of your scarf. “Anyway what’ll it be?”

“Two coffees please!” you said, stepping forwards to the counter to grab them.

“Is that what you want?” she was talking to James. “Y/N has the habit of talking for other people,”

“Hey that it not true!” you replied pressing your hands against the counter.

“Yes it is Ma’am, she suggested I have it since it’s my first time at this festival so because she has been here for every year since 1st year, I’d go with her recommendation.” James replied, putting his hands into his pockets and stepping forwards to the counter. She placed two large cups of coffee on the counter that were steaming through the lid

“Here you are, don’t burn yourself okay?” She said, sliding the cups towards you two.

“Thank you Miss Lucille! Are you catering next year?”

“It’s your final year at school isn’t it? I’ll definitely be catering for it!” She replied cheerily. “I’ll see you next year!”

“Can’t wait to see it!” As you were walking out she stopped you. James was already outside so you were left alone with her.

“Y/N, I can tell you like him, You two look like me and my husband when we were your age. He’s a good one okay?” She said, smiling softly at you, “Keep him close.”

“I will…Don’t you worry,” You said before smiling and leaving.

“What was that about?” He asked before you started slowly walking up to the first stall.

“Oh it was nothing don’t worry!” You reassured, grabbing his hand, “Just making sure we don’t get lost.”

For about an hour you worked your way from stall to stall, playing games like competitive gobstones against James and some muggle games you especially enjoyed playing ‘Hook-a-duck’ it had always been your favourite.

“You’re really good at gobstones Y/N, I didn’t realise you were so competitive!” James complimented, playfully pushing your shoulder.

“What can i say? I love competition!” You rolled your eyes at him, smiling at him. “Look!” you were pointing towards a jewelry stall, “I swear that woman has the best necklaces, can we go look?”

“Sure we can! I want to look at that stall over there afterwards though.” He pointed towards a quidditch stall. "That'll be 5 galleons please,” You reached into your pocket and pulled out your purse handing her 5 galleons “Come back next year!”

“Sure!” You walked over to the jewelry stall and were looking closely at the necklaces. “Hiya! we’re just browsing.”

“That’s okay, take your time.” The lady said, she had been there ever since your first year at the Fête and you had bought something from her every year.

You picked up two necklaces, the first: a clear quartz secured in a wire cage twisted to look like vines on a short chain. And the second was a heart shaped locket on a long chain. “Okay, James. Give me your opinion, which one would look better?”

He stood for a second, reaching forwards to each of them and holding them between his fingers, twisting them around to see what they looked like from all angles. Then he popped open the locket, there was a space for a phot to go in. “I think you should get the locket, you can put a picture in it so I think you should get that one.”

“Alright!” You placed the smaller necklace back down and handed the locket to the woman. “Just this please.” She put it into a bag and handed it to you.

“I will do!” you placed the locket and your purse into your pocket. “Time for the quidditch stall!”

“Yeah!! I need new gloves so that’s what I’ll be looking for.” He replied, you spent about 10 minutes at looking different types of gloves moleskin, dragonhide. But in the end he ended up getting some dragonhide gloves and a new set of goggles.

You two sat on a bench away from the bustle of the Fête, the sun had gone down about 2 hours ago and you were finishing your drinks before getting a carriage back to the castle. The air was cold, the sky was filled with a celestial dream, the moon shone brightly down on the town and your breath came out as cloud in the air.

“I had a really good time today,” he admitted.

“I’m glad you came along with me!” you replied, “I knew you’d have a great time!!”

“Thank you for convincing me to come, it’s nice to hang around with someone who isn’t my dickhead set of friends.”

“Well, i’m glad I make good company!” you smiled.

“You make the best company,” he mumbled to himself.

“I do?” you questioned, “well, do you want to hang around with me more?”

“Is that your way of asking me on a date?” he smiled, looking at you and taking your hand.

“Yes, yes it is. So would you?” You looked at him, getting closer to him.

“Of course i would.” He placed his coffee down on the floor. His left hand cupping your cheek and his right holding yours. He connected his lips with yours, it felt like a thousand bolts of electricity through your whole body, bliss washed over you as you kissed him back. You moved your coffee to next to yourself as you slid closer to him, your hand finding his hair, tangling your fingers in it and pulling the kiss to a more passionate and sweet one. He paused for a second, pulling back from you. “You’re a good kisser.”

“Oh shut up,” you laughed. “We need to get back to the castle soon…maybe we could have some more fun there?”

“I’m down.”

#harry potter #marauders #marauders era #oneshots #the maraunders map #1950s #young!marauders #young!james potter x reader #james potter #james potter x reader #oneshot #hogwarts #x reader #reader insert #fem reader

[zafirosreverie]

Must be the eyes (Teacher!Agatha x Fem!Student!Reader) part 2

(Part 1)

a/n: this is long, like, really long. Uppsies

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Salem ... you were going to Salem !!

Nick laughed at you when you jumped out of happiness, before wrapping your arms around him and spinning him around. You were quite excited.

"I see someone is excited" he laughed as you let him go

"Sorry" you laughed "I just can't believe it! We’re going to Salem, Nick!" you screamed with excitement

"Yes yes, I was in class too, history girl” he laughed again "But it doesn't seem a bit strange to you that just last friday you mentioned that you wanted to go, and today, monday, they tell us that they will take us on a field trip precisely to Salem? Not to mention that Ms Harkness doesn't seem like the kind of teacher who wants to take her students on trips. "

"So?" you asked. You knew exactly what he was implying, but you decided to play innocent "Maybe the universe thought it would be a good time to pay me what it owes me"

"Suuuuure. And Ms Harkness totally wasn't looking at you during the entire announcement" He said

"She wasn't" you agreed, making him roll his eyes.

Except that she totally was. Nick was right. From the moment the older woman had walked into the classroom, you could feel her eyes fixed on you. At first you felt like you were in trouble, but when she started talking about the trip she and professor Maximoff had planned, a part of you (a small and somewhat selfish part) couldn't help but think that maybe she was doing it for you.

It was silly and you knew it, why would a woman like Agatha Harkness go to the trouble of planning a whole field trip, getting a hotel, food and transportation for almost 30 students, just so that you specifically could fulfill one of your dreams? Not to mention, there was no way she knew about it.

But the feeling that you were something special to her, even if it was only in your imagination, was enough for you.

You sighed "Nick, if you're still upset about the project, I'm sorry ok? But don't get me in your business with her"

"Hey! I didn't sleep all weekend to finish it, okay?" he defended himself "I didn't even go to the movies with Dalton, Y/N. Do you know what that means? I missed a date with him!" he pouted, making you laugh

"First of all, you had almost the entire month to do the project, you shouldn't have put it off until the last minute. Second, it wasn't even a date! You haven't been able to confess your feelings to Dalton in two years"

"So? At least I'm making progress with him, you've been drooling over our teacher since the first day of college and all you've done is have these tense discussions with her."

"Shhhhh" you shut him up "shout it out to everyone, would you?"

"Hey, you started"

"It's different and you know it Nick" you sighed "You're only a year older than Dalton. There are at least 10 years between me and Ms Harkness, not to mention that she is our teacher!"

"Pfff, 10 years? Come on Y/N, we both know she's probably twice your age" Nick scoffed

"She's not that old" you blushed "And that's not the point anyway"

"Right" he nodded "the point is that your girlfriend is going to take us all to a haunted town just to make you happy" he smirked.

"My what- she’s not-" you stuttered.

Nick laughed and you flushed with both embarrassment and anger. You ran after him to try to hit him, not noticing the pair of blue eyes staring at you from a window.

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Agatha sighed to herself as she watched you walk away with that little friend of yours. She had watched all the interaction and when she saw you blush she wished she could listen, but you were too far away.

However, what she did hear were your screams of excitement and she couldn't help but notice that her heart leapt a little at the thought that it was she who had made you so happy.

Again, she would never tell anyone, but the only reason she had agreed to accompany Wanda was because of the conversation she had overheard, when you told Nicholas that you didn't have money for two trips.

At first, it had been easy to lie to herself, saying that she was simply killing two birds with one stone: Wanda could have her field trip and you could visit Salem at no expense, that way you could save up to go elsewhere in summer.

However, when Wanda asked why she had specifically chosen your class, she hadn't known what to answer. She wanted to see you happy, she felt you deserved everything in the world, but she couldn't say that to the redhead, so she had given a bad excuse that your group was the least problematic. Wanda hadn't believed it, but at least she had the decency not to comment on anything.

She told herself that she had to be more careful. She couldn’t let anyone, student or teacher, find out that perhaps it was no longer simple affection what she felt for you.

When she walked into your classroom, however, she couldn't help staring at you from the get-go. She didn't want to miss your reaction to the news. From the sparkle in your eyes, the way the corner of your mouth lifted, how your nose wrinkled, the way your shoulders tensed, and how you clenched your hands to avoid showing your emotion.

She wanted to see all of that.

But that had made her look at you the whole time. She never once had she taken her eyes off you, almost forgetting that it was supposed to be a school trip, for all of her students, not a surprise gift specifically for you.

Even if that's what it really was. As she had told Wanda, she was more than capable of teaching Salem's history without having to take you there, but she did it for you. And a small part of her wanted to tell you, she wanted you to know what she had done, she wanted you to understand how much you meant to her, without having to use her words.

She wasn't sure if she'd made it, but your excitement was enough for her. She just wished she could be the one receiving that crushing hug, instead of Nicholas.

"Earth to Agatha" said a voice behind her, making her jump

"Maximoff" she sighed "No one told you it's rude to approach people like this" she crossed her arms and frowned.

"In my defense, I've been here for about 15 minutes, it's not my fault that you get lost in your thoughts so quickly" the redhead teased as she handed her a coffee "It must be age"

"I'm going to ignore the fact that you called me old, just because of the coffee" the brunette growled, taking it.

"Lucky me" the youngest smiled "So, ready for the trip?" she asked

"There's still a whole month to go, cutie" she said

"Don't even remind me, I was hoping they'd let us go sooner" sighed the redhead.

"Wanda, I know they are university students, but not all of them have the income, no matter how little the school charges them. We have to pay for transportation, meals and hotel, not to mention that many of them will want to buy souvenirs or do another activities" Agatha reminded her

"It's a field trip, Aggs, not a vacation."

"Try to convince 30 students of that" scoffed the older woman

"... fair enough" sighed Wanda "and we still need another chaperone"

"What do you mean?" Agatha frowned "Isn't that why I'm going?"

"Yes, but as we also take male students, by law we must bring a male teacher too"

"That’s bullshit"

"I know, but I'm not going to complain and risk losing my permit."

The brunette thought about it for a moment before sighing. Wanda was right. And she wouldn't risk having the trip canceled either, not after seeing how happy it made you.

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It was the longest month of your life! You were too excited, you could hardly think of anything other than the trip. You had worried a bit that it was too expensive, but were pleasantly surprised when you realized that it was less than half of what the trip would cost you alone.

Besides, Nick had told you that he could lend you money if necessary. It wasn't that you were broke, far from it, but being a college student, living alone in a rental department and with a part-time job, was difficult.

However, you had managed to save enough money to pay for the trip and still be able to even spend a little on souvenirs or other things, which would be necessary to thank your boss for giving you permission to be absent for two weeks and your friend Alisha for covering you.

"Hello" you smiled at the secretary

"Good afternoon" she replied, a little serious but at least she smiled back at you "can I help you miss?"

"Yeah, uhm, I'm here to pay for the trip to Salem, group 203" you said

"One moment please" she nodded and pulled out a couple of lists "Your name, queen?" she asked kindly

"Y/N  Y/L/N"

The woman scanned the names with her eyes, searching for the letter of your last name, but you felt your stomach drop a little when she frowned before looking at you.

"Are you sure, dear?" she asked

You blinked in surprise before nodding.

"How strange" she said "it appears that it is already paid"

"W-what?" now you frowned "It must be a mistake"

"No, Y/N  Y/L/N, paid. Are you sure you didn't forget? It usually happens" she assured you, smiling at you.

But you knew that was not the case. You hadn't paid before because you didn't have the money. Damn, you were sure you were the last to pay! You were supposed to leave in three days!

"No" you said softly "I'm sure I didn't pay for it"

The woman was about to say something when you heard a rather familiar pair of heels coming up behind you. You didn't even have to turn around to find out who she was.

Agatha smiled as she stood right next to you, her hand pressed to your lower back. She smiled at the secretary before speaking.

"Good afternoon, Lu" she said to the woman

"Good afternoon, Ms Harkness"

"Is something wrong? Or why the long face, Miss Y/L/N?" she asked, smiling at you

It took you a moment to answer, too stunned by the warm touch of her hand on your back and the smell of her perfume filling your air.

"Someone paid for my trip" you said simply

"Excuse me?" she asked confused

"Someone paid for my trip" you repeated "it wasn't me, miss"

"Well, I still don't see the problem" she smiled at you "maybe that little friend of yours paid for you, or someone is trying to win your heart" she winked

The way she said the last part sent a chill down your spine. It felt too intimate for some reason.

"Either way, I wouldn't worry about it" she said, pulling you out of your thoughts "take advantage of it, Miss Y/L/N, not all of us are lucky enough to be given a free trip, right Lu?"

"Absolutely Ms Harkness"

You weren't so convinced, but you weren't in a position to argue with a teacher and a secretary, they were two against one. That and the hand on your back was too much of a distraction to think properly.

You nodded and thanked them before turning on your heel to go find Nick, hoping it was really him who paid for you. You immediately missed the warmth of the hand on your back.

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Well shit.

You cursed yourself while running around your apartment. You were sure you had set the alarm, but it hadn't gone on. If it weren't for the fact that you had left the window open and the sun hit you in the face, you wouldn’t have woken up.

When you looked at the clock on your desk, you jumped up. You noticed that your phone had not charged at all and was, in fact, turned off. Double shit.

You tossed it along with the charger in your backpack, after getting out of a quick shower and bouncing around the room as you put on your floral dress and a pair of tennis shoes. You did not care about the mess you left, you would fix it when you returned.

You had 20 minutes to get to school or you were saying goodbye to Salem.

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Agatha tried to appear neutral as Wanda took roll and Jimmy helped the students put their bags onto the bus as they arrived.

She supposed it could have been worse. Of all the male teachers in the school, Jimmy Woo, the chemistry teacher, was the most educated and one of the few that Agatha actually liked a little. At least the students listened to him.

Not that she was really paying attention to that, if she was honest.

Actually, the only thing on her mind was you. Nothing new, but this was different. You hadn't arrived yet and they were 15 minutes away from leaving. She was beginning to worry.

She didn't understand what was happening, you were the most excited about the trip, she had paid for you, and yet you weren't here? She had thought you would be the first to arrive. Have you regretted it? No, you would have told her or Wanda. Something happened to you? Surely Nicholas would have said something when he arrived.

So why was there no sign of your precious face? The brunette could convince Wanda to wait for you a little longer, but she wasn't even sure you were going to come. That made her sulk quickly.

She had agreed to take this trip, for you. If you didn't show up, she would have done everything in vain! She didn't even want to go to Salem to babysit! So you had better arrive in the next 10 minutes or you would be in serious trouble when they come back in two weeks.

"Smile Harkness" Wanda laughed, seeing her partner with her arms crossed and a frown "We're almost gone"

"Good, because we still have five hours of travel and I'm already starting to get tired of the voices of these children" she growled.

She really did hope her concern wasn't so noticeable.

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You sighed in relief when the taxi finally arrived at the school, seeing that the bus was still there. You did it!

You walked quickly, smiling at Professor Woo, who kindly put your suitcase on the underside of the truck.

"We were waiting for you, miss Y/L/N" he said kindly, helping you up the steps.

"Oh no, am I the last one?" you asked, blushing with shame.

"That's right" said Professor Maximoff, smiling at you as you went upstairs.

Well, at least no one had noticed. The rest of your classmates were all talking to each other, laughing and some flirting, not paying attention to the fact that you had just arrived. Excellent.

Except ... oh no.

You looked for Nick, to go sit with him. Sadly, it looks like Dalton was ahead of you and your best friend was too busy flirting to have saved you a spot.

"Take a seat please Y/N" Wanda told you

"Uhm ... where?" you asked, pointing to your companions.

The red-haired woman followed your gaze and realized that you were right. All the seats were taken. That made her frown. They were supposed to have all seats counted, so she, Jimmy, and Agatha had taken the liberty of using two seats each. But it seems they had miscounted.

"Well, I suppose you will have to sit with one of us" she told you.

You nodded, but didn't move, not knowing exactly which of the three to sit next to.

Fortunately for you, you didn't have to make the decision.

Agatha had kept a sigh of relief from escaping her lips when she saw you and Jimmy getting on the bus. She had been biting her nails nervously.

Your choice of clothes had not gone unnoticed and she, taking care that neither Wanda nor Jimmy caught her, let her eyes roam your body. The dress fit too well on you, hugging all the right parts, and ended just above the knees, allowing her to observe your beautiful legs.

She was so busy scanning you with her gaze that she almost missed Wanda's comment. "I suppose you will have to sit down with one of us." Her reaction was almost automatic.

She got up and motioned for you to sit in the window seat. "Take a seat, miss Y/L/N" she said, a little anxious, but with a frown so that the others would think that she was simply desperate to leave.

You blinked before nodding and scooting into the seat. You tried not to show any emotion when the older woman sat next to you and her thigh brushed yours.

You didn't know if you wanted to curse Nick for abandoning you in favor of flirting, or if you wanted to kiss him. You had five hours to think about it from here to Salem.

Wait. Five hours. Five hours trapped between Agatha Harkness and the window and without the possibility of distracting yourself with your cell phone. Oh shit.

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"It's not as bad as I thought" said Wanda "You were right Aggs, it's the least troublesome group" she laughed

The older woman rolled her eyes without answering. Her friend was right, most of the students were behaving quite well. There was no excessive yelling, no one was getting up from their seats or causing trouble, everyone seemed more interested in catching up on gossip.

But that didn't mean she liked being there. Her head was already spinning and there were still another three hours to go. The only good thing she had was that you were next to her.

Sure, she had to act nonchalant with you, just trying to get you talking a few times (which didn't work, but at least you had smiled at her and that was enough for her), but she couldn't help stealing glances from you every now and then.

She had given you the place by the window with the excuse that she needed to be in the hallway so she could throw death glares at others and make sure everything was in order, but the truth was, she just wanted you to be able to see everything. So that you don't miss even the entrance to the town.

It had worked for a while, because you looked quite entertained. Until that moment.

When the brunette looked at you sideways, she could see that your eyelids seemed to weigh and how you were starting to nod. Agatha had to admit that a sleepy Y/N was probably the cutest thing she had seen in a long time.

You struggled to stay awake, but after two hours of staring out the window (you were definitely not looking at your teacher through the reflection, thank you very much) your eyes felt tired. Maybe, you could sleep for a while, and hopefully when you woke up, you would be arriving in Salem and you wouldn't have to deal with the blush on your cheeks caused by the mere presence of your crush by your side.

It seemed like a good plan.

Sighing and careful not to kick the older woman, you settled into the seat better, closing your eyes and blocking out the noise around you. It didn't take you long to fall asleep.

Agatha knew the exact moment you had been lost from the world of the living, when your head began to tilt a little. She inwardly cursed you for being so cute.

However, she froze when she realized that little by little, you were sticking closer to her.

At first it was just your head leaning in her direction, but then you were leaning on her shoulder. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling (actually, it was perfect), but it did make her pulse race, especially when you kept falling more and more on her, until you ended up with your head on her chest and basically using her breasts as a pillow.

"Ok, okay, don't panic, everything is fine" she thought "act normal, you are a teacher taking care of her student, nothing to see here"

But she could feel her heart racing at a thousand kilometers per hour and as much as she didn't want to wake you up, she doubted you couldn't hear it, you had your hearing just above it!

She was too busy trying not to move, not to bother you, that she didn't notice the knowing looks and smiles that her two colleagues shared.

When Wanda stood up to supervise the students in the background, she raised an eyebrow, smirking at Agatha. The older woman rolled her eyes and mumbled something about not wanting to wake you up out of mere politeness, but the truth was that her arms burned with the need to hold you and pull you closer to her.

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Wanda giggled and motioned for Jimmy to take a look at Agatha's seat. When the man did, he had to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud.

At some point during the trip, the brunette had fallen asleep too, probably bored of not moving so as not to wake you up. However, it seemed like her precautions weren't working on autopilot, because the moment she fell asleep, she leaned on you, portraying a cute scene with you on the older woman's chest and Agatha's head on top of yours.

Wanda took out her cell phone and quickly took a photo of you two.

"This is gold" she whispered to Jimmy "this is valuable blackmail material, Harkness will have to do what I ask for at least a month"

"I guess I owe you 10 dollars" said the man.

When they were discussing the details of the trip, the redhead had told him her theory about how the brunette felt about you. Surprisingly, Jimmy hadn't been shocked, he didn't think the other woman had a crush on her student, but he wouldn't look down on Agatha if that was the case. They had both gambled on how long it would take for the woman to start being more obvious.

"And a coffee when we get to Salem" Wanda reminded him.

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Agatha woke up when a particularly loud sound from the movie they were playing in the bus sounded from the speaker above her head. The woman blinked several times, before looking around her.

Jimmy seemed absorbed in the movie and Wanda was asleep. And God knew what the students were doing behind her.

But that was not the important thing. What mattered was the bulge in her arms.

Your hair had fallen over your face, so the older woman gently brushed it away, letting her fingers brush against your skin. You were a beautiful sight. You always were, sure, but just like that, asleep and vulnerable, you were just breathtaking.

Looking at the clock, Agatha knew that they were about to arrive in town, and although she didn't want to wake you up, really enjoying having you like this, she also wanted you to see everything. So she gently started shaking you to wake you up.

You groaned a bit at the annoyance, but in a few more moments your eyes began to open. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the light, but when they did, you frowned.

Why were you so low? You remembered falling asleep almost glued to the window, so why weren't you there? And why did you have a pillow? You hadn't brought a pillow with you.

It wasn't until you caught a familiar scent that you realized you weren't on a pillow. You were on top of your teacher. More specifically, on her chest. Shit.

You got up quickly, muttering an apology and trying desperately not to look at her. You just used Agatha Harkness as a pillow! What an idiot! She sure hates you now.

The older woman was a bit surprised when you jumped up, almost hitting her in the process. If it wasn't because you looked adorable with a red face, she would have tried to comfort you. Besides, she couldn't risk any of her colleagues finding out about her feelings for you.

So she didn't say anything, as if nothing had happened. But she was loving the nervous version of you more and more.

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When you entered the city, you completely forgot the whole incident. Your mind quickly entertained with the landscape and you could see how all those witch tales came to life in front of your eyes. Definitely better than Disneyland.

Agatha couldn't help the pang of pride she felt when she saw your excited face. It was a good choice to sit you by the window. If anyone deserved to have the best possible experience in Salem, it was you.

She just hoped the rest of the trip would go without incidents. Not that she thought falling asleep on her was a bad thing, it was just that she trusted herself less and less to keep herself under control.

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And the Grammy Goes to....

I AM SOO PROUD OF HIM, I HONESTLY HAVE NO WORDS 🥲🥲🥲

(not proofread, notes would be much appreciated,pls don’t copy my work, hope you enjoy!!! 🤍)

Grammy!Harry x famous!gf reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, swearing.

WC: 3k

You and Harry were currently backstage at the Grammys, one of the biggest nights in the music industry, you honestly couldn’t believe you were here alongside him, even though you had walked many red carpets before by yourself and with Harry, being a well know singer yourself, having written 2 successful albums, but being alongside your 3 time grammy nominated boyfriend felt surreal. And to top things off you were about to watch open the show.

‘You okay baby’ he asked through the slightly ajar bathroom door where he was currently getting changed into his second outfit of the night after walking the red carpet, he wanted to surprise you with this one. ‘Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that, you’re the one who’s performing, virtually, in front of thousands and thousands of people’ you said from your perch on the couch. You were wearing a very pretty and expensive dress which you planned on not getting dirty or creased.

‘A little I guess, but I think I’ll be fine once I get out there I think’ he replies a bit breathless shuffling around probably trying to get whatever he was wearing on.

‘I’m dressed now, need you to close your eyes love’

‘Okay, they’re closed’ you replied, thinking about how little time it took him to get changed, getting more excited every second, and she had every right to be. When he comes through and stands right in front of you and tells you to open your eyes you’re met with Harry clad in a black leather suit jacket which no shirt underneath, with matching trousers. His toned abs graced with his butterfly and chest on full display, a green boa wrapped loosely round his neck.

Her eyes were wide, her mouth hung open in complete admiration ‘how do I look baby?’ he asks twirling round for her, she stood up placing her hands on his bear chest once he was stationary, then quickly moving her hands to his jaw pulling him in for a teeth clashing kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, he pulls back surprised by her sudden actions ‘I’m guessing you like it then’

‘You look fucking amazing H’ you could feel your panties getting damp, ‘I think I like it a little to much’ your lips grazing his. He hummed sensing where this was going, but not stopping at all, quickly ooking at the clock on the wall behind him ‘well we’ve get 20 minutes until I’ve got to be on stage, gives us plenty of time’

‘Are you suggesting we fuck in this dressing room right now, what if we get caught?’ You said still starting to grind your hips against his hardening bulge anyway.

‘If I remember correctly, that’s why locks on doors were invented lovie’ he says taking a few small steps towards the door of the dressing room and flicking the lock shut, then coming back to you ‘so what do you say angel, gotta be quick though’ you didn’t say anything, practically pouncing on him, gripping the green boa gently unwrapping it from his neck, before throwing it, not caring where it landed, kissing him again hoping he got the message, which he did loud and clear ‘let’s get this dress off you first’ he says, you quickly agreed as he reached behind you to unzip it, the dress falling off your shoulders to reveal you breasts, having opted to not wear a bra tonight, you stepped out of the garment before draping it over the back of the couch.

Once you had done, Harry gripped your hips, bringing you closer to him, bringing his head down to your chest wrapping his lips around your gardening nipple, you moaned out at the feeling, he does the same to the other before kissing and sucking hickeys onto you collarbones and neck, which you knew you would have to cover up later.

‘Jump’ he said between breathless kisses, which you instantly complied, wrapping your legs around his waist, gripping onto his shoulders, his hands gripping your ass, he manoeuvred around the dressing room until he got to the counter where various products laid, he swiped them off not caring if they broke, already making a promise to himself to replace them if they did. He placed you down, your ass making contact with the cold surface. He shimmies your panties down your legs, the sight of your pussy making him impossibly harder, he pressed a quick kiss to you clit, before going to undo his trousers, and shimmying them down his legs, his cock springing free as he had decided on no boxers, that there was no time for foreplay you both silently agreed. He then start tugging at the lapels of the leather jacket before you objected ‘can you keep it on’

He smirks ‘you want me to fuck your in this leather jacket baby’

‘Yes, fuck yes’ your eyes oogling the sight of his cock against his belly beading pre-cum ‘well your wish is my command’ he knew he probably shouldn’t, not wanting to get it sweaty or anything, but by the look on your face and the sight of you pussy pulsating around nothing, he knew this wouldn’t take long.

He gives no warning when he slams into you, making you scream out in pleasure, before he quickly kissed you to muffle your moans, not wanting to get caught, he sets a quick and hard pace, practically fucking you into the counter, his hands gripping you hips so hard it would probably leave bruises, you dig your heels into his ass wanting him as close as possible, feeling the smooth leather against you skin sending shivers up your spine.

‘Fuck you feel so good’ he groans burying his face into your neck, your hands tangling into his curls, quickly grabbing the opportunity to suck a hickey onto his neck, which you knew he would be annoyed at because he was going to be out on stage in 15 minutes, but you loved marking him up so everyone could see.

‘H I’m not going to l-last much longer’ throwing your head back, your arms behind you going weak from holding yourself, your fingers trying to dig into the counter, his thrusts hitting your special spot every time.

‘Me neither baby’ he felt like he was in cloud 9, the only sound in the room was moans snd skin hitting skin, feeling himself on the brink already, as your cunt was clenched around his length. He brings his hand down to your clit, his ringed fingers slightly shaky as he starts to rub deep circles on your clit to get you there.

‘Holy shit, I’m gonna cum’ you moaned ‘yeah, cum with me angel, cum around my cock’

Both moaning in unison you release around each other, his hot cum painting your walls, mixing with your juices, you swear you stopped breathing, your eyes continuously rolling to the back of your head as you ride out your high. Harry’s eyes were wired shut, his grip on your hips not faltering, mouth hung open. As your arms were about to give way Harry places his hand on your back, almost knowing that was going to happen. You look at him, pushing back some of the hair that had fallen into his face. ‘that was so fucking good, legs are shaking’ he slurs out, almost as if he was drunk on his high. ‘Yeah, fuck don’t know if I’ll be able to walk’ he slowly pulls out, his cum flowing out of you, he ducks his head down to clean you up, you legs spasming from the sensitivity.

He leans up to kiss you, tasting yourself and his cum.

‘Did so good for me baby, I’m gonna see if I can take this home’ he says pointing at the jacket.

‘And why’s that H’ you asks

‘Just think it’s going to come in handy one day’ says making you smile because you already knew the answer.

You quickly look at the clock ‘C’mon we gotta get ready, your on in 8 minutes’ getting up from the counter on shaky legs and walking to put your pants and dress back on, he chuckles at his girl desperate to see him out on stage again.

He gets dressed grabbing his boa that was discarded on the floor, pulling his shoes on, walking through to you, seeing you struggle with the zip of your dress, he goes over sliding it up, pressing a kiss to your back ‘have I told you how pretty you look today’ he asks as you touch up your hair and makeup. ‘Only about 10 times’ he gasps in fake shock ‘only 10, I need to keep up don’t I baby’ this makes you laugh. ‘You look pretty today too bub’ you say, but soon enough you cute little moment is interrupted by three knocks on the door and Jeff saying ‘Harry your on in 3 minutes, get your ass out here’ this makes you laugh because Jeff or anyone for that matter are oblivious to what you’ve just been doing.

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Soon enough Harry is out on stage. Any nerves he had had dissipated. He was high in adrenaline from being buried in your cunt barely 10 minutes ago, shaking his ass and dancing around the stage, he gripped the boa throwing it to the floor, replicating you actions form the dressing room, you knew the world would be going crazy for him right now, singing the lyrics to watermelon sugar, you were in awe. To be honest you had gotten a little horny again from watching him but you knew that could be dealt with later. Most of all you were so proud, he was opening the Grammys for godsakes, how couldn’t you be, your pretty sure he would be able to see you smiling even through your mask.

He sings the last notes, thanking everyone before running off stage to you, ‘I’m so proud of you baby you say wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. ‘thankyou angel’ he says, over the past few days you had showered him in love and affection, and he had to admit that he was loving the attention. Harry quickly gets changed again into the outfit he was wearing on the red carpet, your stylist has asked if you wanted multiple outfits, but you said no because you wanted tonight to be completely focused on Harry and to be fair you loved the dress you were wearing it was so comfortable, so you didn’t really want to change out of it anyway.

After that Harry joined you again in the side of the stage again, where you watched various people perform, most being really good friends, like Billie, Taylor, Dua, Maren Morris, Dababy and so many more. Soon enough you were sat round a table with Harry and Jeff, one of his categories getting closer and closer to being announced, it was weird you had to say, doing the Grammys during a pandemic, without a whole audience bringing a whole lot of energy to the entire thing. You guess you just couldn’t wait for everything to be safe and get back to normal, you wanted to go on tour and sing your heart out.

You could tell Harry was getting a little nervous he had a hand on your thigh and he squeezed it every so often, almost using it as a stress toy. ‘Don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine bub’ you whispered in his ear, he smiled at you comforting words, his head now resting on you shoulder and he held you hand under the table, as you both watched the show and clapped and congratulated people on their wins.

Soon enough the nominees for the category ‘best pop solo performance’ were being announced, Harry head instantly snapped up from your shoulder, Jeff grabbing hold of his shoulder, you let out a little squeal when his name popped up in the screen. Getting more and more excited.

The presenter starts to open the envelope, you were literally on the edge of your seat, Harry’s leg bouncing up and down.

‘And the Grammy goes to...Harry Styles’

You slapped your hand over you mouth, ‘you did it baby’ you practically screamed. He was pulled in for a hug by Jeff, taking off his mask in the process. The look on his face held shock and greatfulness. He pulls away from Jeff, pulling you straight into his arms, you swear you’ve never squeezed him tighter ‘I’m so fucking proud of you baby’ you say, tears in your eyes. He didn’t respond he was lost for words, which you understood, he pulled your mask down so he could catch you lips in a quick kiss, before pulling it back over your nose again. ‘Go on, get up there, go get your Grammy’ which he does.

He walks up to the stage, and you don’t know why but you stand up, your hands are over your chest as he thanks Jeff, Mitch and everyone who he made watermelon sugar with. You see him rubbing his eyes trying not to get emotional. He thanked his label and his fans especially, by now your tears are falling down your face you just had so much love for this man, you were over the moon for him.

‘And finally I would like to thank my wonderful girlfriend y/n who you all know very well. You have been there for me through everything, you have been my support, my muse, you’ve believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. I honestly would be the person I am today without you, i love you baby’

You knew everyone was staring at you, but you didn’t care at this moment in time, it felt like it was only you and Harry in the room.

He finally finishes his speech, grabbing his well deserved award, coming off the stage where he was bombarded with congratulations and praise from people left right and centre. He was whisked away to do interviews and conferences with you alongside him, you just looked at him awestruck when he was answering various questions, you being asked some yourself.

He had become very clingy after his win not wanting you out of his sight, touching you in anyway possible, holding your hand, having his arm wrapped round you, he even at one point wrapped his boa around your neck, with it being long enough for the two of you to wear, but didn’t end well for obvious reasons, but it did nearly have you on the floor laughing.

‘I’m so proud of you H’ you said for about the billionth time in the past half hour. ‘Thankyou angel, and I really do mean that when I say it’

‘I know you do H’ you say sweetly

‘And I mean it when I say I wouldn’t be the person I am today without you’

You could cry at that, but instead you wrap him in another tight hug, burying your head into the crook of his neck leaving a kiss there.

///

A little while later it was the afterparty, a very small one fire to the pandemic, but still and afterparty. Harry’s other category that he’d been nominated for had been announced, but he didn’t win, the Grammy going to Dua, which you were very happy about. At this point in time you didn’t care how many Grammys or awards he won, and Harry didn’t either the biggest award for him was having such supportive fans, he felt incredibly lucky to have the job he had and the people he had around him, being able to create music and tour the world. He also felt very lucky to have you by his side, he knows it’s cheesy but it was true.

So there you were catching up with old friends congratulating people on their wins, having a few drinks, you had the best time, you swear the smile never left Harrys lips, it was honestly the best being able to have normal conversations and just have lots of fun with some of your friends and some of your idols.

Soon enough it was home time, which was also very unusual because if there wasn’t a pandemic right now, there was no such thing as an allocated home time after the Grammys. You and Harry bid your goodbyes to Jeff who was going in a different car to go home. You and Harry piled into the backseat of your designated car, Harry telling the driver the address to you two’s house, he was kind of exhausted but felt like he was on top of Mount Everest, he was just so unbelievably happy, he pulled out his phone seeing messages from all kinds of people congratulating him, deciding he’ll respond to them later.

He once again pulls you into him, resting his head on your chest, your fingers card through his hair, before landing on his cheek rubbing up and down it.

‘Hey baby you won a Grammy’ you whisper to him, he looks up at you, your eyes getting lost in his.

‘I know, still doesn’t feel real, he pouts his lips silently asking for a kiss, in which you happily give him, pressing your lips to his before attacking his face, pressing tiny kissing all over it, making him laugh, which then made you laugh.

Ya know, I don’t know what I like hearing more, you moaning ‘I’m gonna cum’ or ‘and the Grammy goes to Harry styles’ he teases

‘Heyyyy’ she said in fake offence

‘I’m only joking’ he snickers ‘it will always be you baby’

‘I love you bub’ you hummed happily

‘I love you too angel’

#and the Grammy goes too... #harry styles #proud of harry #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff imagine #harry styles imagine #harrystylesisgolden #love harrystyles #harry styles x reader #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #fine line #watermelon sugar #hs fic #hs imagine #harry styles is an angel #harry styles dirty one shot #harrystylesfluffy #harry styles clothes #harry smut #harry fluff #harry pics #harry imagine #im so fucking proud #hes so fucking hot #he’s literally so beautiful #i love you harry

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half Demon and Blah Blah Blah-

Time for the Group Retreat!

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Lessons 5-6 Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

I’m quite hyped for this one, ladies, gents, and esteemed readers! For simplicity’s sake, since this is before M!MC and A!MC arrive, L!MC will go back to being referred to as just MC. Enjoy the Headcanons!

Since the previous Underground Tomb incident ended much less violently, Lucifer is now more worried than angry about MC’s rampant shennaniganery.

Like... his kid was poking holes in his totally foolproof “Your cow-uncle went to live on a farm in the human world” story. What if MC somehow got into the attic and got hurt?!

It didn’t help that they were still in this weird phase of their father/child relationship. On one hand, Lucifer obviously cares for his kid, and his kid likes him... but it’s also only been less than three months and we all know how emotionally constipated Lucifer is.

MC’s also getting REAL sus of all the secrets their dear old dad is keeping... doesn’t help that they STILL haven’t went up into the attic.

Anyhoo~ the announcement for the retreat was a barrel of laughs.

“I’m proposing, a group retreat!”

Everyone met Diavolo’s announcement with the exact same confused reaction. It’s like the entire assembly hall was doing the ‘Guy Blinking’ meme.

“A... group retreat?” Lucifer repeated slowly. “For what reason exactly, Lord Diavolo?”

The Crown Prince was giddy with excitement as he explained. “MC told me about their middle school overnight trip and it sounded like it would be quite fun!”

Simeon, Luke, MC, and Solomon were all seated next to each other in the ‘exchange student seats of less importance’. Luke leaned over and whispered a question to MC.

“Why are you so friendly with the crown prince?”

MC smirked and shrugged. “Lucifer had the Demon-Flu and couldn’t go meet with Lord Diavolo last week so I went for him. Lord Diavolo’s surprisingly bad at Connect Four but has really good luck in Snakes and Ladders.”

Luke’s jaw dropped in complete and utter shock and horror.

“We’re playing CandyLand and the Game of Life next time, want to come?” MC added.

“Play CandyLand... with him..?” Luke looked at Diavolo, who was still explaining his plan for the retreat, then looked back at MC. “I’ll only go to shield you from his corrupting influence.”

“Yeah... Corrupting...” MC had to hold back a laugh at the thought of Diavolo, who during MC’s visit lit up like a Christmas tree upon being called ‘Dia’ and believed that Mood Rings were the greatest human invention ever, being a corrupting influence.

“MC! Torture dungeon or no!?” MC was snapped out of their conversation by Mammon shouting at them from his seat.

“What?”

“Do ya think there’s a torture dungeon under the castle, or not?”

“I’m not sure,” MC turned to Diavolo. “Lord Diavolo, is there a torture dungeon under the Demon Lord’s Castle?”

There is in fact, no torture dungeon. Presumably...

Everyone packed up and headed out to the Demon Lord’s Castle!

The fabulous seven all broke several speed limits and traffic laws in order to be there early. Listen, they had to get there before Purgatory Hall, it was a matter of pride.

Besides, what’s the Royal guard going to do? Arrest six of the seven rulers of hell and a kid? Ha. No. Not when Diavolo controls their paychecks.

The rooming situation remained the same, Asmo, Simeon, and MC were roomed together, and MC got to watch Asmo get psychologically profiled by Simeon. It was truly a sight to behold.

MC was nice enough to assure Asmo that they really liked him and thought he was very sweet.

Asmo, not used to being complimented on his personality, almost started openly weeping.

So, the tour of the Demon Lord’s Castle began! Asmo got yelled at by his ex in the painting and the usual batch of idiots got sucked into the catacombs under the castle.

Lucifer wasn’t terribly sure how or if he should express his concern for MC being stuck in the labyrinth.

All these new fatherly feelings of worry are very very odd. He didn’t worry this much for Satan, mainly because Satan was usually the threat.

Even as a baby...

Lucifer found himself checking his DDD every few minutes to see if MC had texted or called from wherever the painting dragged them to, never mind that if they did text he’d hear the phone ding.

“Lucifer, don’t worry too much,” Diavolo patted Lucifer on the shoulder, a bright smile on his face. “Your brothers and MC will be perfectly fine! There’s nothing too dangerous in the catacombs that they wouldn’t be able to take care of.”

Resigning himself to the fact that MC was under the care of his last choices for babysitting, Lucifer put away his DDD. “I know they’ll be fine, but I’m not overly pleased with the situation.” He shot a glare at Helene in the portrait, who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

“Lucifer worrying about someone, I’m truly, genuinely shocked.” Hearing Satan’s attempt at goading him, Lucifer, flawless demon that he is, resisted the urge to throw his DDD at his brother.

“Quiet, Satan.”

————

“WHY THE FUCK IS A SNAKE DOWN HERE?!”

“ITS HENRY 1.0!”

“YEAH THAT REALLY CLEARS STUFF UP, LEVI!”

MC and Levi continued their screaming match as the group ran for dear life from a giant snake.

Yeah... nothing the brothers couldn’t handle... sure, Lord Diavolo...

They made it out of the scary catacombs... don’t worry.

Lucifer did that parent-thing where he cleaned the catacomb dust off MC’s face with a napkin.

Yay! Parenting!

Failed pillow fight attempt #1 happened that evening. Because Mammon was obsessed with being the fun-uncle and saw his brothers encroaching on his place as favourite uncle.

MC doesn’t know how to break it to him that he’ll probably always be the favourite uncle and he doesn’t have to be such a dumbass to keep his spot.

Scavenger hunt went on as canon dictates.

Asmo had his diva tantrum and stormed off, but MC also wanted to win so they didn’t go after him.

Clearly expecting someone to go beg him to come back, Asmo was very annoyed when no one went after him.

“Um, helloooo? Anyone going to comfort me~?”

“Nope.”

“Well I don’t want your comfort anyway, SOLOMON.”

It was very close, L!MC insisted their loss came from sabotage. No evidence was found but just LOOK at Satan’s face.

Time for the Formal Dance~

If you’re wondering why Luke didn’t say anything when MC was suddenly poofed into their demon form, you’re assuming that Mammon wasn’t in on the “let’s prank the chihuahua” plan.

“Mammon..? Is MC behind you?”

“Nope! Why?”

MC was able to get to the other side of the ballroom with Luke none the wiser! Hell yeah, nothing like screwing with your friend!

So it’s canon that Lucifer is like, a solid 20/10, therefore MC is ADORABLE. What I’m saying is, some of the younger demons asked them to dance.

Asmo was also being MC’s hype man, which was very nice of him. Mammon also tried to give advice on how to be cool and suave. Beel was there for moral support.

“Alright kiddo, you need to be aloof and mysterious! People love aloof and mysterious, that’s why I’m so popular.”

“Don’t listen to him, MC. He flew into a wall as a kid and it killed all his brain cells. Just be proper but not snooty, sweet but not saccharine, friendly but not annoying,”

“Ask them if they want to share some of the hors d’oeuvres.” 

“Okay, first, aloof and mysterious are the last words I would ever use to describe you, Mammon. Second, Asmo I have no clue what you’re asking me to do. Third... Beel that’s the best advice I’ve received in recent memory.”

None of that mattered anyway because MC got swarmed with dance offers.

“Well,” MC smirked and held out their hand at the demon that was bold enough to ask them to dance first. “I admire the confidence.”

The demon’s smile brightened, then dropped completely when their gaze drifted behind MC. “I uh... on second thought... I’m gonna...”

MC’s potential dance partners all quickly scattered to the snack table. The half demon growled and turned around to see their father acting like he didn’t just scare away MC’s groupies.

“Father! What was that for?!” MC huffed, Lucifer rolled his eyes and grabbed MC’s wrist and began to pull them away from the dance floor.

“You’re too young to dance.”

“That’s crazy! They looked like they were my age.” MC protested, their wings fluttering in annoyance.

“Even if they looked to be your age, MC, they’re hundreds of years older.” Lucifer said calmly.

“What about that equivalent age stuff you told me about? Like how Luke is hundreds of years old but by angel/human standards he’s technically younger than me?”

“That doesn’t matter right now.” Lucifer lightly pushed MC towards the hallway that led back to their room.

“But I want to dance with someone!” MC felt their wings involuntarily fluff up.

Lucifer turned and smiled at his dear little brat, crouching slightly to get to their level. “Not on my watch.”

MC’s face was literally this: >:0

Lucifer is out here being the dad in every comedy that involves someone bringing home their partner to meet their parents.

MC was banished to their room, they spent their time angrily reading the manga they had packed.

When Levi escaped the party slightly later MC grilled him for details of what went on after they left.

“Nothing too interesting... except... um...”

“Spit it out, Levi!”

“...lrddiavlondlucferdnced”

“I can’t understand you, stop mumbling.”

“Lord Diavolo and Lucifer danced together...”

“...”

“...”

“I MISSED THAT?!”

So yes, MC’s desire to get a picture of Lucifer sleeping stems from VENGEANCE!

How DARE their father send MC up to their room and make them miss their OTP dancing together!?

So they call up their troupe of idiots and get ready to go be menaces to society.

MC also invites along Asmo because he seemed like he could use the adventure.

And because MC couldn’t plan the prank without Asmo noticing so it was better to just implicate him as well...

“Grrr...”

MC brightened and clapped their hands. “I know that growl!”

“It’s not my stomach, I packed snacks.” MC couldn’t see this, considering the room was pitch black (it must’ve been some kind of magic because demons have excellent night vision), but Beel waved a bag of chips in the air and got to eating.

“No, I’m not talking about your stomach, Beel.” MC skipped towards the source of the growling despite Mammon and Levi’s pleas for them to stop.

Ah! There he was!

“Cerberus!” MC cooed, the three headed dog stopped growling and barked happily. “Whose a good boy? Is it you?”

Cerberus let lose a bark that would probably make anyone crap their pants, but MC giggled and kept petting him. “Yeah! You’re the good boy! You like cuddles! Yes you do! Yes you do!”

A flash of light from a camera caused MC to drop their baby talk voice and stare angrily in the direction where the light came from.

“Whoever took that picture better delete it or I’m going to feed you to the dog.”

Cerberus growled in agreement. What a good boy.

“Well, as nice as this is...” Asmo huffed. “We’ve clearly been duped because this is not Lucifer and Diavolo’s room.”

“Oh well!” MC chirped and continued to pet the three headed dog. “Look at the doggy!”

“MC, you’re crazy. Dontcha ever forget that.” Mammon whimpered as Cerberus growled at him.

So yeah, they couldn’t get out of the room, so they ended up opening up the other door and falling into the catacombs like a bunch of lemmings.

Asmo charmed Henry, and they got out of the labyrinth no problem.

Yay! No consequences! Oh no- hi Lucifer.

Lucifer gave them all the mother of all lectures. Satan showed up with the rest of the gang and brought popcorn.

Belphie wasn’t there, okay? Satan needed to be a little shit for him.

Ah yes, the pillow fight... Mammon’s crusade to be the best uncle culminated in a massive pillow fight that ended with MC, Lucifer, and Diavolo standing over everyone’s unconscious bodies.

So they uh... won the pillow fight.

MC couldn’t sleep. They legitimately couldn’t. As exhausting as the pillow fight victory had been, everyone was snoring, and MC was bleary eyed and awake at one in the morning.

They eventually sat up and looked around, Asmo was passed out in a very unflattering position, Solomon was chanting god knows what in his sleep, Levi was half hanging off Simeon’s bed, Simeon and Luke were sleeping like angels (hehehehe-), Beel was in the middle of eating his pillow in his sleep, Mammon appeared to be dreaming about winning the lottery, and Satan was... suspiciously absent.

He was there a minute ago... weird.

Deciding that this wasn’t worth it and they should just go sleep somewhere else, MC got out of bed and avoided stepping on anyone as they vacated the room.

The Demon Lord’s Castle at night could rival the House of Lamentation in terms of overall creepiness. MC had gotten used to the spirits and curses that littered their home, but they had only been to the Demon Lord’s Castle once before, so they were extra careful not to accidentally touch anything. Their stomach rumbled and they frowned.

Damn, they had the midnight munchies... they needed a snack.

MC made their way to the kitchen and on there way, noticed a peculiar room through a half open door. Taking a few steps back to peek into it, they noticed... doors. A lot of doors. And ivy covered steps. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to any of the placements, and the room was... weirdly chilly.

“You can come in if you’d like, MC.”

Barbatos’ voice nearly caused MC to hit a high note that they hadn’t been able to hit since their voice began to change. They straightened out their wrinkled pyjamas and stepped inside.

The butler himself was walking down one of the flights of stairs.

“Um...” Quickly remembering their manners, MC straightened their posture and cleared their throat. “Good evening Barbatos.”

Barbatos smiled and inclined his head in turn. “Good evening to you as well, MC.”

“How did you know it was me outside? You were up there a second ago.” MC asked.

“It’s a part of my powers. I can see possible futures, and I foresaw you passing by my room and getting curious.” Barbatos explained.

“Oh,” MC said, half nodding and continuing to look around. A the sound of a door closing out of MC’s vision made them squeak and look around for the source of the noise. “What was that?!”

“It’s nothing to be worried about.” Barbatos raised his hands in a placating gesture. “These doors in my room are gateways to different timelines and some are gateways into the past of this particular timeline. That was another version of me passing by.”

“Does this... happen often?” MC knitted their eyebrows.

Barbatos hesitated before answering. “Not really. It’s quite rare. Lord Diavolo has expressly forbidden me from using my full powers freely.”

“Ah... makes sense...”

“Now, I believe you came down for snacks?”

MC blinked in surprise. “How did you- oh... the time magic...”

“Yes, the time magic. Now, would you prefer yogurt and fruit, or apples and peanut butter?”

“Yogurt and fruit please!”

I’m sure MC’s knowledge of how Barbie’s room works will totally not come into play later. I’m sure.

Solomon and MC graced the brunch table with their cooking. I think you can guess how it would have turned out if Barbatos hadn’t intervened.

Rest In Peace to Beel’s tastebuds.

Anyway, the rest of the retreat was all fun and good.

MC may or may not have slipped up and called Diavolo ‘Dia’ in front of Lucifer. It would’ve sparked a lecture if Dia’s puppy-like excitement wasn’t so damn adorable.

Lucifer’s got a heart... somewhere... it’s probably all shrivelled up and tiny, but I’m sure it’s there.

Everyone went back home, brought closer together through... pillow fights and surviving Solomon’s cooking I guess..?

Anyway, MC got home, unpacked their stuff, watched Kakegurui with Levi and Mammon, let Asmo paint their nails, made and ate dinner with Beel, continued their piano lessons with Lucifer, and received a 100% fake smile from Satan.

It was a nice day with their new family, MC curled up in their bed and prepared to go to sleep.

“Help me!”

MC lurched upwards in their bed, whipping their head from side to side, trying to find the source of the voice. Their room was completely empty, the perks of being half demon extended to being able to see in the dark. No new smells either, they were alone in the room.

Auditory hallucinations were common before falling asleep after being sleep deprived, creepy, but not too unusual.

“MC!”

Okay- that one couldn’t be ignored. It was common knowledge that the House of Lamentation was definitely haunted in some capacity, but the ghosts never really bothered the demons living inside, MC was partly convinced that some of the ghosts didn’t even notice that the demons were there. So it couldn’t have been a ghost calling their name.

“MC! I need help!”

The voice reverberated through their head, like it was trying to hit every part of their skull to make sure it was at least felt if MC couldn’t hear it. MC massaged their scalp and got out of bed.

The House of Lamentation at night truly lived up to its haunted reputation. Cold, clammy, dark, even by demon standards. No spooky old house was going to scare MC though, they walked down the hall with their head held high.

They walked closer to walls and furniture, knowing that the floor was less likely to creak in those areas. How did they know that? Mammon had told them it worked like a charm. Well, it’d work better for him if he stopped tripping over the furniture and alerting Lucifer.

MC was much more nimble and careful, stepping slowly and lightly around the hallways until they reached the door to the attic. They reached out to clasp their hand around the doorknob, then froze. It smelled like…

Oh no.

MC leapt away from the door like it was rigged to explode if they touched it and practically dove for cover into an alcove. The all too-recent smell of Lucifer’s fancy cologne and the increasing sound of someone coming down the stairs made them clamp their hand over their mouth and crouch down.

What was their father doing up there?

He had said the attic was full of old junk and there was no reason to go up there, so why exactly did he-

The door slammed open and Lucifer stomped down the hallway back towards his room, MC presumed. They were about to let out a sigh of relief when the footsteps paused. MC felt their heart drop right into their gut when they heard the footsteps coming back in their direction.

What were they going to say to him when he found them? ‘Sorry! This isn’t where the bathrooms are!’ The last thing MC wanted was to add to their father’s ever growing list of stresses. MC was totally responsible and grown-up, their father didn’t need to worry.

MC clamped their eyes shut and tried to slow their heart rate. Demons were beings of darkness and shadow, they could blend in quite easily. They took a deep breath, cleared their head, and felt the shadows of the hallway shift and cover them like a blanket.

Lucifer’s footsteps stopped, MC heard a tired sigh, then the footsteps started up again, this time in the direction of his room.

They allowed themselves a sigh of relief before relieving themselves of their hiding space and opening the door leading to the attic staircase.

If the rest of the House of Lamentation was considered clammy, cold, and foreboding, the attic staircase was that multiplied by a factor of twelve. MC felt themselves shudder involuntarily when they stepped closer to the staircase. Every primal part of their brain was telling them to turn around and walk away, but one tiny part was holding them back. They placed their foot on the first step, waiting for any kind of resistance, nothing other than the feeling of passing through invisible cobwebs.

“MC?”

Upon hearing their name, MC craned their neck to try and get a look at what could be waiting for them at the top of the stairs.

“Are you coming, or not?”

The cascade of warning sirens that began to blare in MC’s head went ignored as they continued to scale the staircase.

When they reached the final step, they were met with a long hallway, with a single door on the right side of the wall.

“H-hello?” MC tried to instill some force into their voice, but it still ended up quavering a little.

“Down here.” Someone knocked on the wall next to the door, almost causing MC to jump.

Oh. Oh no. MC stood straight in front of the door, and when they saw who was looking back at them they nearly passed out.

“Belphegor..?”

Belphegor’s eyes flashed as he gave MC a once over. His eyes narrowed when his gaze snapped to MC’s. The analytical expression melted into a lazy grin.

“That’s me,” he said softly. “Nice to finally meet you, MC.”

#Obey me #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date? #Yay! MC finally meets the sleepy cow-man! #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Satan #Obey me MC #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Levi #Obey me Diavolo #Obey me Luke #Obey me Barbatos #Obey me Dialuci #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me! headcanons #obey me! mammon #Obey me! Lucifer #obey me! belphegor #obey me! beelzebub #obey me! leviathan #Obey me! MC #obey me! asmodeus #Obey me! Satan

[idy-ll-ique]

Voices.

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Genre: nothing but floofy-floof

Warnings: none

Requested: nope

Summary: in which you can hear the voice of your soulmate in your head and Y/N's soulmate is someone really special— her celebrity crush.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! do y'all know how long ago I wrote this fic, like— at least 2 years ago. damn. so in advance, im sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes or bad punctuation in the fic that I forgot to correct (apology for bad english 😌)

oh and

bold/italics - chris

only italics - y/n

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Hey, you still there?

Y/N snapped out of a trance and focused on the voice. Yeah, yeah I'm still there, she thought to herself. She was hearing the voice of her soulmate, or rather, was speaking to him, telepathically. The thing is, you could hear the voice of your soulmate in your head. You could talk, hold conversations, but the only thing was that you couldn't ask for their name.

You had to guess. Most of the people made plans, like let's meet here or there and concentrate hard enough, I'll see your name written on a paper. It was a thing, I mean, if you concentrated hard enough, you could see what your soulmate was doing. It was like a cheat code of sorts. Most of them found their soulmate in that way.

You see, Y/N loved surprises, so she wasn't going to find her soulmate just yet. Y/N wanted to figure it out for herself. Your soulmate couldn't hear every single one of your thoughts, though (which was how she had zoned out mid-conversation). Listen, we should meet up sometime.

Aw, already? she thought with a pout on her lips. Yes, I'm very excited to meet you, I've been waiting for too long, the voice replied, chuckling. It was a manly voice, really deep and raspy. She loved it. When Y/N was small, about 4-5 years old, all she could hear were swear words and dirty thoughts; characteristics of a teenage boy.

From that, she inferred, that soulmate was much older than her, about 8-9 years older than her. She didn't mind, She was kind of into older guys anyway… But I like this game we have! Why do you want to ruin it? she asked, shaking her head. Alright, sweetheart, just for you, I'm holding back. But I don't have much patience, the voice laughed. Y/N smiled.

Without even meeting her, Chris loved the voice in his head. She sounded so sweet and welcoming, maybe she was younger than him. He couldn't wait to meet her. Chris had tried to plan their meeting for so long now, but she just wouldn't give in. She was also a feisty one. He smiled to himself as he walked down the street, engaged in thoughts about his soulmate.

In his haste, he accidentally bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry!" he blurted out, instead hearing a soft ouch, shit in his head. His brows furrowed. The lady he had bumped into just kept on walking. Are you alright? he asked his soulmate in his mind. Yeah, just bumped into someone while walking.

I bumped into someone just now too! he told her excitedly, still staring at the lady who had now stopped in her tracks. She turned around, scanning the crowd. Then she looked at him, but maybe she didn't realize that she had bumped into him. Holy shit, I see— Then it all went blank. See what? Chris questioned desperately.

He still wasn't sure whether the woman he had just bumped into was his soulmate or not.

Why can't I say the name of the guy who played the role of Captain America?

Chris froze and stared at the lady, jaw dropped. She was lost in her thoughts, confused. He slowly walked to her and stood in front of her; she stared back at him, her heart racing. This was her celebrity crush, who was currently looking at her as if she hung the moon. But why? Why was he looking at her like that?

"You can't say his name because that's me, you technically can't say his name because you aren't allowed to," Chris whispered to her, smiling softly. Her eyes widened.

"You! You're the voice I hear in my mind! Chris freaking Evans is my soulmate?! How did I not realize?!" The woman exclaimed, shocked. Soon though, she got a wide smile on her face. His eyes widened too, hers was the voice he heard as well! "What's your name?" he asked her as they hugged. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N," she replied, smiling.

"Wanna join me for a coffee?" he offered, holding his hand out. She put her palm on top of his and nodded. Both of them entered a nearby coffee shop. "So, what do you do?" he asked her after ordering two coffees. "Nothing. I'm unemployed right now, just got out of my last job. I gave an interview yesterday at Ralph Lauren, just waiting for a call back," she shrugged.

"Oh, into fashion?" he asked her, smiling. "Yeah, got my degree and all. Just needed a job, Ralph Lauren offers a good amount of money," she chuckled. Chris smiled again. "Reminds me of Rachel Green." She laughed more, which warmed his heart. Her laugh was adorable. Suddenly, her phone rang and she looked at him, wide-eyed.

He nodded dismissively and she picked up the call. She spoke for a while and when she ended the call, she had the biggest smile on her face.

"I got the job at Ralph Lauren, I'm starting tomorrow!" Y/N squealed. They couldn't have picked a better timing. "Congratulations, Y/N!" he told her, grinning. After spending some more time at the cafe, they parted ways. She went home while he went back to the sets where they were filming Avengers: Age of Ultron.

"Hi Chris, you were out for a long time, what's up?" Chris Hemsworth asked, smiling at Chris Evans as they stumbled upon each other. "Nothing, just met my soulmate, had a cup of coffee with her." The older Chris feigned nonchalance. "You what?! That's awesome, man! So, how is she, what does she do?" Hemsworth asked him excitedly as both of them walked inside.

Robert and Scarlett were there, talking. "She's so beautiful, I stopped functioning when I saw her. She works at Ralph Lauren, she's a fashion designer," Chris told him with a smile. Robert and Scarlett looked up. "Who?" Scarlett questioned. "Y/N," he said simply, sitting beside Robert. "Who's that?" Robert inquired. "My soulmate." Chris smiled, as if in a trance.

"Boy, you look like you're in love," Scarlett laughed. "Because I am, she's that beautiful," he told her adamantly. "Whoa, did you ask her out?" Robert snorted. "I'm back from our first date." We had our first date right now, didn't we? he asked her in his mind.

Of course we did, I loved it. Hope to meet you again soon, her voice replied and he could practically feel her smile.

Sure, I'm in town for a few more months, I'll mind-text you as to when I'm free, he told her, sporting a smile on his face. She outright laughed in the comfort of her own home. Mind-text? Sounds fun, she agreed and focused on the Netflix series she was watching, turning off the "magical telepathic link" between them.

Chris, too, focused on the others only to see them smiling at him. "Talking to her?" He nodded at Scarlett. A few minutes later, all of them went to another room to begin with the shooting of a new scene.

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Y/N danced as she prepared dinner, singing along to You Don't Know Me by Jax Jones. It had been a month since she last saw Chris. He had promised her a date, but he didn't get time. She couldn't blame him, he was a busy man. Y/N was shouting the lyrics of the song in her head, unaware of the fact that Chris was snooping in on her mind.

Hey, calm down, she heard Chris chuckling in her mind and shrieked in real life. What are you— are you snooping on my mind? Chris! she thought, scandalized. He laughed more. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wanted to ask you out. Are you free right now? We could meet in the same coffee shop, he asked. She grinned and nodded to herself. Of course, I'll be there in 15.

She quickly got dressed, wearing a pair of track pants and a t-shirt (like she was wearing on their first date). She didn't bother with her hair or makeup, it looked good anyway, she just bolted out of the house. Y/N entered the coffee shop to see Chris already sitting there, wearing a suit. She cursed herself mentally, making Chris look up.

He stifled a laugh. She went and sat in front of him.

"I'm so sorry I look like a single mother of two kids who hasn't slept in a year," she moaned, "I didn't know you were gonna show up in a suit." She facepalmed for good measure. "It's quite alright, you look beautiful. I wouldn't have you any other way, I should say. I'm coming back from a party right now, therefore the suit."

She blushed softly at his compliment. He ordered two coffees for them and they started talking. "So, how's your job at Ralph Lauren?" Chris asked, smiling at her. "It's amazing, I got promoted. Now I'm the head of the department, with my own office and all," she told him, smiling back. "That's great! Oh, congratulations, honey," he grinned.

"Thanks," she muttered, blushing slightly when he called her a nickname. "You look cute while blushing, has anyone ever told you that?" Chris winked as their coffees arrived. "No one, ever. I don't interact with people much, it's a tedious job," she half-joked, smiling.

"Really! So who are the people you talk to?" he joined in. "Well, there's my assistant, my mother, my bro and you. That's all. I've got some friends, but I rarely talk to them, only on the phone while texting, that is," she shrugged. "Nice, nice," he nodded as they finished their coffees. "Allow me to drop you home," Chris offered, taking out a key which she found out was for his bike as they left the café.

"No it's alright, I'll go," she refused immediately. "Nonsense, you're practically my girlfriend! I'm going with ya," he shook his head. They looked like an odd couple; one wearing a suit while the other looked like she had just woken up. Surprisingly enough, the one who looked like she just woken up had the best fashion sense among them. "Hop on," Chris grinned.

She sat down behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Both of them chatted for the 2 minutes that took them to get to Y/N's home. Once they reached her building, she got down from Chris's bike and turned to him.

"Thanks, Chris, this has been an amazing second date. Can't wait for the third," she told him with a smile. "Me too," he smiled back. A few seconds later, she turned to leave but Chris suddenly grabbed her hand, turning her around. "Wha—" She didn't get to finish her sentence as Chris pressed his lips to hers. She kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I just had to, sweetheart," he panted as they pulled away from each other, breathless. "Wow," she breathed out as Chris rested his forehead against hers. "So, um, see you on the third date, yeah?" Y/N giggled as they stepped away from one another, smiling. "I'll make it as quick as possible. Can't stay away from you, darling," he winked.

"How flattering," she winked back and turned to leave, purposely adding a sway to her hips knowing that he was watching. And fuck, was he watching. "Oh, the things you do to me, my dear Y/N."

"I heard that!"

"Good!"

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[hopeless-ro-simptic]

Familiar Cerulean Eyes- Pt 15

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Warnings: Mention of morning after pill, angst, fluff, couple fighting, implied nsfw at the end, horrible pun. 

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It had taken you significantly less time to build your nest this time around, granted you were missing things from your previous nest, but you were also less stressed about making it perfect. Thank goodness Kurogiri had at least gotten the fur blanket that Dabi had given you, even if it was a little charred it was still your favorite. You had quickly decided to make your nest in Dabi’s bed, enjoying the scent that surrounded you, knowing he would be elated.

While you were doing this the rest of the group had spread out across the building, making sure all the scent blockers were working and adding more where they were needed. Dabi and Shigaraki had disappeared off somewhere to discuss things, leaving you alone in his room, bored once your nest was complete. Maybe now was a good time to go explore?

You were just deciding on what you wanted to do when there was a soft knock on the door, looking up you watched as Toga poked her head into the room her eyes lighting up when she saw you.

“Y/N! Kurogiri is making food, do you want some?”

You couldn’t help but smile, nodding at her, grabbing a hoodie that Dabi had scented heavily to help cover your scent before he disappeared off with Shigaraki in case you needed to leave the room so that you didn’t drive the other member’s crazy. After pulling it on, you and Toga took off down the twisting hallways chatting softly.

“I think he said he was making pork cutlet bowls today and I cannot wait to have real food. 24 hours without Kurogiri’s food was awful.”

“Toga would you mind showing me around after we eat? I barely remember how to get to Dabi’s room let alone where everyone else is.” It was like you told her you got her a puppy for Christmas. The way her eyes lit up in excitement and she practically started bouncing down the hall.

“Yes, of course! I can show you my room! I think you’ll like it, it’s really cute!”

The two of you had just stepped into the kitchen when Kurogiri’s warp gate opened up and a familiar face stepped out of it into the kitchen.

“Kroshka! Glad to see you up and about!”

“Anna? Why are you here? No one is hurt are they?”

“Oh no, I just came to check up on your injuries and Dabi asked me to get you some heat suppressants and things. Can’t say I’m shocked that your heat came on so quick being around him.”

You felt your hair stand on end, eyes narrowing at her, a feeling of jealousy and protectiveness coming on at her words.

“Relax Kroshka, I’m not making a move on your alpha. He’s not my type.” She took a step towards you, pushing your hair away and pulling your hoodie down your shoulder to reveal your bond mark, making your face heat up. “My, my, that’s a prominent one. He didn’t force you did he? I’ll kill him.”

“No, I didn’t you crazy bitch.” Dabi had stepped in behind you and Anna’s eyes immediately latched onto his bond mark as well a smile tugging at her face.

“Well, congratulations is due then. Such a shame this one was taken off the market though, I quite liked her.” Anna looped a strand of your hair around her finger, twirling it around a smirk on her face as she watched Dabi bristle. You quickly understood why he wasn’t her type.

Dabi wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you back against him making her drop your hair, a soft growl rumbling out in warning.

“Jeez, you’re both so worked up with protecting each other. Relax, it was joke. My own Alpha pleases me enough.” The Russian rolled her eyes before reaching into her bag and pulling out several boxes that were familiar. It looked like a year’s supply of heat suppressants. She then also pulled out another box that you didn’t recognize setting that on the counter as well. Dabi had settled down a little but was still hugging you tightly from behind nuzzling your cheek softly as you two chatted.

“What’s that?”

“This? You’ve never seen these before?”

“No.. I don’t think so.”

“It’s a scent patch. You put it on and it works like a scent blocker but on your body. Mostly Alpha’s use them but Omega’s have been known to use them when they are on their heat as well just so they can go out in public.”

“Oh… that’s cool. I didn’t know these existed.”

“Well we can’t all be locked up in a room for a week, ya know? Did your parent’s not talk about omega stuff with you? I mean I know not everyone has an omega parent but even Beta’s know about this.” Anna gave you a quizzical look, seeming like she was about to ask more. Until Dabi cleared his throat, artfully changing the subject.

“Did you bring the other thing?” This piqued everyone’s interest.

“Yea… how long ago did you guys have sex?” She dug through her bag searching around, a frown on her face.

You snorted and then covered your face feeling a blush creep up. You could hear Toga snickering from her spot at the counter as Kurogiri finished cooking, the beta pretending he couldn’t hear the conversation.

“Yesterday… went through early this morning. That’s in the time frame right?” Dabi sounded particularly proud of his comment but his question made you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. Why were they talking about your sex life?

“Yea, you have 2 days technically. Earlier the better though…. Found it. Now you have to make sure to follow the directions on this one.” Anna pulled out another box, this one made your stomach flip, a wave of nausea hitting you with force, panic settling in.

Everyone in the room could smell the distress coming off of you and Kurogiri quickly warped himself and Toga out of the room, you barely registering Toga’s protest. Even Anna paused her speech, a kind of sadness creeping into her eyes as she glanced at Dabi.

“You didn’t talk to her?”

“It’s not your business Anna.”

She fell silent, pursing her lips, her face growing angry before setting the box on the counter, reaching out and patting your shoulder before she left the room, leaving you alone with Dabi and the boxes on the counter.

Your ears were ringing and you felt like you were going to pass out, but you couldn’t move, just staring at the box and the letters written on it.

Plan B… judging by the way that Dabi was acting… this was plan A all along.

He leaned down to press a comforting kiss to your cheek but you flinched away and out of his grasp, wrapping your arms around yourself your eyes hyper-focused on the box that sat in front of you. On the box that reminded you that this wasn’t a fairytale.  Of the reality that your life was.

“Mouse… listen…”

“No, no, I won’t listen.” Your voice was barely a whisper, sounding almost horse, but still Dabi heard it clear as day.

“Please don’t fight me on this.”

“On this? Dabi, I can’t fight you on anything.”

“I’m just trying to keep you safe.”

“And how does this fit into that?” You gestured to the box. Refusing to look at it now, feeling like you would throw up if you did. It wasn’t even guaranteed that you could be pregnant right now, but it still didn’t change the way you felt. The idea of getting rid of Dabi’s pup on purpose.

“Stop being stupid! You know damn well how!”

“Oh I’m stupid?”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“No you’re right. I’m stupid for thinking you would be a good alpha!”

“Then leave!”

The two of you were screaming, nose to nose, glaring at each other, chests heaving. You were fighting back the tears and he was fighting back the urge to burn the place to the ground. You were sure the entire building heard your exchange, and if not they could probably pick up on it from the pungent sour smells emitting from both of you.

You were the first to break, tears spilling down your cheek as you pushed past him grabbing the boxes on the counter, stalking out of the room.

Dabi looked up at the ceiling, pushing his hands through his hair with a growl of frustration before he turned and took off after you.

“Leave me alone Dabi.” You spat his name with such venom that you were pretty sure a flower would wilt, but he didn’t listen.

Instead, he grabbed you by your waist, hoisting you up against the hallway wall making you drop the boxes and wrap your legs around him for stability. You couldn’t even get out a complaint before his lips crashed against yours roughly. You fought against him, trying to shove him off of you only for him to grip your wrists and slam them against the wall above you making you gasp. His tongue taking the initiative and forcing into your mouth only for you to angrily bite it, making his curse out before continuing to assault your lips with his, pressing you further against the wall to keep you from wiggling. You turned your head away breaking the connection only for a brief second whining out his name, asking for air, before his lips were on yours again, growing softer and softer as tears continued to stream down your cheeks. You weren’t even fighting anymore, too exhausted with everything.

At some point he had stopped kissing your lips and moved to pressing kisses all over your face whispering softly to you the whole time that he was sorry. He released your wrists, moving his hands to cup your face, wiping your tears away and pressing his forehead to yours, his voice low and vulnerable.

“I’m so sorry, please don’t leave.”

“Dabi-“

“I love you.”

You froze, staring up into his eyes that were focused on yours, the ones that looked absolutely wrecked, almost watery even. In all of your years knowing him, you had never seen Touya cry. Not even when you were younger and Endeavor made him do all that crazy training.

“You don’t have to take it if you don’t want to, we can figure it out, I’ll find-“

You pressed your lips against his softly, shushing him, your hands moving up to hold each side of his face like he did to you. You could feel him melt into your touch, relaxing at your affection, a soft purr rumbling through his chest. Your scent had dissipated being almost completely smoother by his own scent of cinnamon whiskey and cigarettes. A comfort smell for you.

After a moment you pulled away, purring softly back to him, pressing soft kisses against his check, your voice barely a whisper so no one else could hear.

“Touya, I love you more than anything in the world. I’m never going to leave you.”

“Promise?” His voice was still shaky, still so vulnerable sounding that it broke your heart into pieces. How could he even think you would leave him after everything? You had literally made a dying man suffer because he tried to hurt your alpha.

“I promise.”

He pressed another chaste kiss against your lips, and then another, and another, until you were giggling, writhing in his grasp.

“Can we go back to the room?”  Your voice was still a soft whisper but it was growing almost whiney. He seemed to have relaxed now and now that you weren’t angry, you realized the position you were in and could feel yourself heating up.

“Hmm… why would you want to do that little mouse?” His lips moved down your jaw, nibbling softly on your bond mark when he reached it.

“I want to show you the nest…” You could feel a familiar burning feeling deep within you and couldn’t help but grind your hips against his, making a smirk grow on his face as he continued to kiss and nip down your neck. Damn fucking heat, you could barely have a nice moment of calm to yourself.

“Where did you end up putting it?” He seemed to be in no hurry, moving back up to your bond mark sucking on it making you moan softly at the attention. Even though it was still healing and bruised up it felt like you were on fire when he sunk his alpha’s fangs into your skin making the mark deeper. If he didn’t take you back to the room now you were going to combust.

“On the bed.” He pulled back giving you a quizzical look which you whined at, tugging his hair to try and bring him back to you.

“Where am I supposed to sleep?”

You gave him a pointed look which you were pretty sure looked more pleading than annoyed but it didn’t matter, the smile that spread across his face, that 1000 watt just for you Touya smile, let you know he understood.

“You’re going to let me in your nest?”

“Dabi if you don’t take me back to your room right now I’m going to fuck you in the hallway and I really rather have privacy.”

“Any thing for you Princess.”

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It was several hours before either of you ended up getting out of bed, already early into the next morning, and part of you felt really bad for blowing Toga off like that, but you figured she would be willing to show you around later.

You had finally wiggled your way out of Dabi’s grasp, who was out like a light after the last day’s events. Once again you were truly shocked by his stamina. After making a quick trip to the bathroom you located the long-forgotten boxes that Dabi had barely had the mind to pickup before the two of you had retreated into your nest.

You pulled out the patches, reading the instructions on the box before pulling out the band-aid like patch, sticking it to your hip as directed for covering an omega’s heat. You couldn’t help but smile at the bruises that littered your body. The bite marks that covered you. He had really claimed every inch of you that there was. You didn’t think you would have been into that but with him, anything he did made you drool.

Placing the rest of the patches back into the box your eyes landed on the other box, the one that had been thrown into the otherwise empty trashcan.

You frowned, sighing softly to yourself as you pulled it out of the trashcan, reading the label carefully, tapping the box against your hand a few times in thought.

Dabi had been right before and you had known it. You both knew it would be the worse case scenario for you to end up pregnant right now. It could literally mean life or death for you. Finding you bonded pissed Endeavor off sure, but he would have believed that Dabi forced it on you and at least would have let you live, but if he found you pregnant? Endeavor could probably come up with an excuse… you got caught in the crossfire. Dabi used you as a human shield… it was such a tragic end for a defenseless omega… You can’t save them all. No one outside of the Todoroki household knew your quirk, it wouldn’t be hard to sell. They would believe anything Endeavor told them. Shoto would fight him but you weren’t sure that he could do anything to save you in that scenario. Not to mention being pregnant meant you needed a safe and secure place, one where you didn’t have to pack up and run all the time, one where you weren’t stressed. And the medical attention you would need… and what about when the baby comes? Did you want to raise a baby in the League? Did you want to raise a baby with the world the way it was?  

No.

Now was not the time for settling down and raising a family. Now was the time to fight for your right to do so.  

So, with a shaky breath, and tears building in your eyes, you took out the small white pill, putting it on your tongue and filling your hand with water from the tap.

It was a tough pill to swallow.

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[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 20] FINAL

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, sex toys, shibari, dom!seungcheol, dirty talk, overstimulation/forced orgasms, squirting, degradation, name calling, daddy!kink, gags! 😍💕 ✨HAPPY NEW YEAR!!✨ Here’s to more fun fics in 2021! I can’t believe this is our last chapter though omg 😭 It’s been suuuuch a journey and a privilege to write this little series out! I’ve honestly thought about a camgirl/boy series for like, over a year now, and I’m glad I finally did it! I completed one of my goals! 🥺💕 2020 was definitely a wild one, but I want to thank you all so fuckin’ much for supporting me and stickin’ it out with me all year! Here’s to more in the coming year!💕 Also I was proofreading this at the dining table last night thinking my roommate wouldn’t come out of their room but they did(while I was making dinner and my hands were dirty so I couldnt close my laptop ☠️) and they walked past my laptop and now I’m convinced they saw my fucking smut fic right in the open so yes my little mini-break next week is MUCH needed cause I am ✨embarrassed✨ 🤣 I’ll still do my inbox roundup tomorrow and probably answer a bunch of small thirst posts ‘n stuff throughout the week but there won’t be any drabbles! For now, enjoy chapter 20 🥺, have a safe weekend, and remember that I love you~ ❤️🍒💕

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Seungcheol wakes up much earlier than you do the next morning; pressing a kiss to your forehead as you groan and snuggle deeper into your pillow.

“Baby, I need to go run some errands for a little bit, okay? Just keep sleeping, you don’t need to get up yet. But, I made breakfast and put it in the microwave for you when you decide to get up later.”

His voice is muffled and you can barely understand what he’s saying but you nod; a soft sigh on your lips when you drift back into dreamland. He takes his time getting ready, checking his phone notifications as he gets dressed and places a note on the nightstand knowing that you didn’t catch a single word he said.

‘Hey, did you get everything I asked for?’

Jimin🧍🏻: of course, who do you think I am? Jeongguk?

Jimin🧍🏻: and btw, i’m just giving you a crash course okay? We don’t really have a ton of time

Jimin🧍🏻: did you watch those tutorial videos I sent you?

‘Yeah, I did some practice on my breaks, but I guess you can tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.’

Jimin🧍🏻: okee, i’ll be waiting. Don’t get here too late!

‘I’ll be otw soon. Thanks again, Jimin.’

“Ow--damn, okay, you don’t need to tug on it so much!”

“Sorry, I’ll be careful! And why are we practicing on you anyway?! Couldn’t you just have shown me pictures or something?”

“How else will you learn if not on an actual body? It doesn’t work the same way, Seungcheol.” Jimin pauses, checking himself in the mirror. “Also, keep in mind she does have boobs so just… go slow, okay? It’s not gonna sit like this on her.”

Seungcheol blushes a crimson red; biting the inside of his cheek at how amateur he was at this.

“Okay…”

Seungcheol is gone for a lot longer than you anticipate and although he replies quickly to your texts, you can’t help but be curious about where he’d gone and what he was doing.

Especially knowing that the two of you had to film tonight and knowing that everything was up to Seungcheol.

A shiver rolls down your body at the thought and you quickly try to shake off the nerves that seem to slowly invade your body when your mind starts to wander.

“It’ll be fine, I’m sure…”

“I’m home!”

“Where have you--oh, that’s… a b-big box? Um, should I be concerned...”

Seungcheol grins, shrugging as he sets it onto the kitchen counter. “Just some supplies for tonight. I had to go pick them up from a friend but I had to make sure everything was right.” He notices the way you can’t seem to take your eyes off of the box; eyes twinkling when he makes his way towards you.

He tilts your head up to meet his in a searing kiss, lips easing into a smile when you wrap your arms around his neck and melt under his touch. You moan against his lips just before he pulls away; staring dreamily at him while his hands start to roam over your clothed body.

“We have a long night ahead of us, sweetheart. Let’s pamper you a little before then, hmm?”

j__min: ??? where’s the loverboy

j__min has donated $200

angelhan has donated $75

therealchan99 has donated $50

xcaliburDK has donated $75

xcaliburDK: is that the sybian? Haven’t seen that in a looong while

You bite your lip and nod, somewhat shy as you sit alone in front of the camera. “Seungcheol’s still… setting up but he told me to start! I’m a little nervous, to be honest…” Your eyes flit to Seungcheol who rummages through the box in the kitchen and from the angle you’re sat in, you can’t see a single thing he takes out.

Earlier, he’d cooked you your favorite meal and even took the time to give you a full body massage before the two of you cuddled on the sofa and watched a movie. To you, it seemed a little too suspiciously tame and you only found yourself more nervous when he made you drink two glasses of water and ever so quietly announced it was time to start getting ready for the camshow.

“He’s being so suspicious! He was even gone for a few hours earlier today…” You mumble; brows furrowed at the camera before checking the comments.

It still amazed you every time with how much money you and Seungcheol made from the camshows and videos and it made you feel even better knowing that everyone loved the chemistry the two of you had together. There were a lot of video requests and ideas mixed in with the comments at any given time and you were definitely ready to pitch some to Seungcheol now that you’d rebranded your channel to be a couple’s channel instead.

“Almost done, sweetheart!”

gc__koo: he told me to watch cuz he was being suspicious with me too 

gc__koo has donated $50

alphagyu97: what is he even plotting

alphagyu97: i am excited to see the sybian again tho ngl

artist8hao: pretty baby gonna squirt for us again?

universe_WZ: hell fuckin yea let us see how fuckin wrecked you get on that machine

You feel your pussy clench around emptiness at their comments; already feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter with the anticipation.

Movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention and Seungcheol walks towards the bed with a wide smile and the same box in hand. “Ready?” You can only nod back slowly, watching as he dumps the contents of the box right next to your body.

gc__koo: oy

chwenon: oh shit

sleepy_wonu: oh baby, you’re in for it now

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

Your entire body fills with warmth as you look over the various objects; unsure of where to really look first. “I, um--”

A stack of red ropes sits next to a small bullet vibrator that sits next to a ball gag that sits next to a pair of EMT shears and your eyes immediately flit up to Seungcheol who only smirks back at your shocked expression. “I had some other toys I wanted to use but I figured I should go easy on you, y’know? Since you showed me some mercy last night.”

Nodding, you reach out towards the ropes, touching them shyly. “Why red?”

“Thought they’d be on theme for you, babygirl.”

Seungcheol takes his time; remembering Jimin’s words when he tugs the ropes around your wrists.

“Colour, babygirl?”

“G-green… daddy…”

He nods, sitting up on his knees behind you as you sit on the sybian and face the camera. You bite your lip, somewhat embarrassed that you were already soaking the toy underneath you as Seungcheol worked to bind your arms behind you.

“D--daddy, where did you l-learn this?” You whisper, somewhat curious if this had anything to do with why he was gone for so long earlier in the day.

“Mm, daddy’s friend Jimin was kind enough to help me get the tools and teach me a few tricks to make sure I kept my babygirl safe. Wasn’t that kind of him?” You nod gently, gulping when you shift atop the machine slightly in hopes of relieving some of the growing sexual tension in your body. “Why don’t you thank him properly, sweetheart?”

Your hazy eyes make eye contact with the camera, head tilted slightly. “T-thank you, J-Jimin… for--for helping daddy…”

j__min: omg a shoutout ive made it

kitty_junjun: we never thought we’d see the day

tangerine_kwan: and here we all thought you were gonna be the bad guy huh

hoshi_tiger_xx: like when u only see previews of the book online but the rest of it is different ykwim

Seungcheol makes sure your arms are bound snug enough but not too tight; leaning away slightly to admire his rope work. “Feeling okay so far, babygirl?”

Nodding, you whine back slightly. “Y-yes, daddy… But… my--my pussy wants s-something…” He laughs in return, readjusting so that he’s sitting on your side this time to give himself easier access to start the rest of the bindings.

“Is that so? You’re gonna have to be a little more patient this time ‘cause daddy’s not done yet.” He starts working on the rest of the harness; going slow and checking in with you often to make sure none of the ropes were digging into your skin or making you uncomfortable. “You’ll have to forgive me a little though, I’m admittedly a ‘lil inexperienced so our pretty babygirl is only going to be tied up in this pretty harness for tonight.”

gentleman_josh95: the fact u even took the time to learn just for her

gentleman_josh95 has donated $100

artist8hao: seriously, the dedication

kitty_junjun: we stan a man who knows safety and etiquette 

Comments of reassurance and donations flood in at Seungcheol’s small apology and although the two of you are in your own world; you can tell from just the amount of pings coming from your laptop that they all seemed to be encouraging him.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as Seungcheol continues to move around you on the bed to finish the harness and a smile graces his lips when he starts to secure the last knots in the back. He can’t help but mentally pat himself on the back at how neatly he’d done it for his first time.

“There. All done, baby.”

Your eyes flit to the laptop’s screen to see yourself; cheeks hot when you see how fucked out you already look and he hadn’t even touched you properly or turned on the machine.

The star harness Seungcheol had tied looks pretty with red ropes and you can’t hide your smile at how good it looks on you too either. “Ah, daddy made it really p-pretty… Thank you.”

This time, Seungcheol nods, letting you admire yourself as he silently reaches for the small remote for the sybian, switching it on.

Your entire body lurches forward as soon as the vibrations attack your clit and you immediately find yourself moaning and grinding down onto the machine as he gives you some relief.  

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Now let’s really have some fun, huh?”

You need to cum.

Badly.

“Awww, is my pretty baby drooling? Does it feel that good on your sensitive ‘lil clit?” He teases, smoothing down your hair as you cry around the ball gag in your mouth; drool seeping out from the side of your lips when he raises the vibrations a setting higher.

You don’t know how many times he’d played with the settings and edged you by now, but all you do know is that the urge to cum only grows stronger as you grind against the machine, soaking it with your wetness as you chase the pleasure building up in your body again.  

Surely cumming was okay, right? He never said you couldn’t.

You whimper around the ball gag, eyes fluttering shut when the tension in your body snaps in the blink of an eye and your thighs clamp down onto the sides of the machine. Throwing your head back, you moan against the gag and ride out your high as Seungcheol watches you from the side.

“Mm, bet that felt good, huh? But I know you want something in that greedy ‘lil cunt of yours, don’t you? You want daddy’s cock slamming into your tight ‘lil hole ‘til it’s full of my cum, right, sweetheart?” He licks his lips, turning off the sybian as you slump forward.

universe_WZ: shit shes so sensitive

chwenon: especially with her arms bound like that i bet she’s on cloud nine rn

gentleman_josh95: her cute lil head is probably all fuzzy already from all the sensations

therealchan99 has donated $100

gc__koo has donated $75

j__min has donated $150

All you can do is whimper and nod; teary eyes blinking back at Seungcheol as he smirks and leans in towards you.

“Mmm, you’ll get what you want eventually. But for now, you’re gonna cum again.”

He turns the sybian back on, licking his lips when he sees your body tensing again. It was always easier to get you to cum a second time and his point is proven when you mewl around the ball gag a few minutes later; chest heaving in stuttered breaths as you try to shy away from the toy still vibrating against your overly sensitive clit when you’re quickly thrown into another orgasm.

“You always cum for daddy so easily, don’t you, babygirl?”

Your head feels fuzzy after already cumming twice in such a short span of time but you nod, head lolling to the side as Seungcheol finally turns the sybian off for good.

Seungcheol gives you a second to catch your breath before he’s scooting in and fiddling with the clasps at the back of your head to take the ball gag off.

A thread of saliva connects your lips to the gag and you whimper at how good it feels to be able to actually speak again. “D-daddy…” Drool drips from your mouth as your lead lolls forward and Seungcheol is quick to bring a hand up to keep your head up as he looks into your lust filled eyes.

“Colour, sweetheart?”

“Still g-green…” He nods back, checking to make sure none of the ropes had shifted. “Would you like some water before we continue, baby?”

“Yes, daddy…”

He fetches you a glass of water, tilting it against your lips as you down the entire glass and you find yourself a little surprised at how needed it was. “Thank you, d-daddy…”

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Ready to keep going?”

You nod, a little bit more energized. “I hope everyone, mmh, l-likes the show so f-far~” Your teary vision prevents you from reading the comments and before you can even make an effort to, Seungcheol is already helping you off of the machine and helping you sit on the bed across from him.

alphagyu97: ugh she looks so fucking good in that harness

angelhan: right? That shade of red looks so good against her skin too

angelhan: so fuckin pretty

tangerine_kwan: pics for the private room later? Plz i beg

Seungcheol takes this time to take off his boxer briefs, cock curving up against his abdomen when he’s fully naked across from you. He wraps a hand around his cock, moaning and spreading the precum down his shaft as you watch. “D’you want this, baby?”

Your lips fall open in a silent moan as you watch Seungcheol jerk himself off and you can’t help but squirm. “Y-yes…”

“Tell me exactly what you want then. Let them hear what a filthy little slut you are for me.” You can’t help but feel miserably empty watching him and despite having already cum twice, you want his cock fucking you open and making you cum again.

“I--I--”

“Yes, babygirl?”

“I, ngh, I want d-daddy’s cock… Please? Ah, I--I wanna feel you fucking my--my pussy into the, mmh, s-shape of your c-cock… And I w-want you to c-cum inside my--my slutty little h-hole…”

Seungcheol scoffs, hips shallowly thrusting up into his enclosed fist. “That’s right. You’re just my slutty ‘lil babygirl that lets me use all her tight holes how I please, right? You like it when I cum down your throat and in your pretty ‘lil ass. But we all know you like it best when I cum in your hot ‘lil cunt. Makes you feel all warm and full, doesn’t it? You like it when my cum is dripping out of your spent cunt and sliding down your shaky thighs.” This time you nod furiously as you whine back in response.

“P-please… Can’t wait any--anymore!”

This time, the impatience takes over as you slightly tug on the ropes; whining when they don’t give. “Daddy!”

And this time, he gives in quicker than he anticipates, growling as he reaches for the EMT shears to cut you from the harness. “Don’t let your arms down, no matter how much you want to. You’re going to strain your arms if you move too fast so let me handle it, okay, sweetheart?”

The sudden gentleness in his voice has a giddy warmth pouring over you as you nod and sit still while he cuts at various points of the harness to make the ropes fall loose around your arms and chest. You keep your arms in the same position like he requested and you soon feel his hands roaming your skin and massaging your arms to get the blood flowing again.

“You’re so good for me, baby.” He whispers against your hair, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before he slowly easing your arms down from being folded behind your back.

He continues to massage your arms for a few more minutes before it’s you that’s getting impatient. “Daddy… Can you fuck me now?” Whispering, you slightly turn your body to the side to meet his gentle stare.

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, nodding. “Lay on your back for me, legs spread.”

You follow his orders as you quickly scramble to get into position; legs spread wide for him to situate himself between.

“Mm, your pussy is still so fuckin’ wet. I wanna taste you on my tongue, baby.” Whines spill from your lips as you shake your head ‘no.’

“No! My p-pussy feels empty, I need y-your cock, daddy… ‘n I’m so wet, you can probably, ah, just s-slide your cock in…”

He wraps a hand around his cock just as you wrap your legs around his waist and he guides himself until the head of his cock is right at your entrance.

Neither of you say a word as he slowly starts to sink his cock in; guttural moans on his lips when he meets no resistance and bottoms out in a singular thrust. “Holy fuck, your cunt is so fuckin’ wet. Shit, and so t-tight!” You clench around him, already feeling good with his cock inside of you as you beg him to fuck you hard and fast.

“Ngh, p-please fuck me like--like I’m your, hah, c-cocksleeve… I want it f-fast, daddy!”

He grits his teeth at your words; drawing his hips back before snapping them into you just how you wanted. “Fast, hmm? All you think about in that pretty head of yours is my cock pounding you open, huh? Slamming into you so fuckin’ good, it makes your toes curl when you cum.”

Seungcheol starts a quick pace, already feeling the pleasure building up for himself when you’re reduced to garbled noises and broken cries of his name. The heels of your feet dig into the small of his back as you try to press him in closer and he’s quick to reach for the small bullet vibrator left on the bed next to your body.

“Your body is so fuckin’ sensitive, I can already feel how tight you’re getting around me. So fuckin’ greedy to cum too. Already came twice and you still want more. You’re not satisfied until your whole body is shaking underneath me, huh, sweetheart?” He turns the small toy on, pressing it to your clit as you yelp and let out choked sobs.

“Ah, ngh, d-daddy, my--my clit’s t-too sen--sensitive! I--I can’t--!” Squirming, you feel the pressure building up obscenely quick; bottom lip quivering when he takes one of your free hands and makes you hold the toy to your swollen clit.

“Just a little more, sweetheart. Don’t you wanna cum?”

He angles his thrusts to graze against your g-spot and loud cries of his name leave your lips in a hurried, jumbled mess when he only doubles his pace.

The sound of donations and comments pour in like water and get lost within the ringing in your ears; unable to even warn Seungcheol that you’re about to cum when you feel your entire body starting to lock up underneath him.

Your lips part in a silent scream and your back bows off of the bed, thighs shaking uncontrollably as you cum for the third time. Seungcheol growls, fucking you through it as you squirt all over his lower half.  He finds it harder and harder to thrust into you as you cum, but he feels himself quickly following suit with your warm walls fluttering around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, that’s right. Squirt for me, get me fuckin’ soaked while you cum.” He uses a free hand to make sure you keep the toy pressed to your clit, growling when he starts to unload his cum inside of you. “Mmh, gonna fill your cunt up with what you want, baby.”

A shaky moan leaves your lips as you feel him throbbing inside your pussy; walls clamped down onto him in a vice grip as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm.

“Ah, d-daddy’s cumming suh--so much inside of my p-pussy…”

Whining, you feel Seungcheol’s grip on your hand give way as he rides out his pleasure and you take the opportunity to turn off the small bullet vibrator while he doesn’t notice.

You watch his face contort in pleasure, hips still shallowly thrusting into you as his entire body shivers above you.

“D-daddy’s so h-handsome...” You mumble, cheeks hot when he cracks a smile through the pleasure wracking his body and chuckles under his breath. 

“Thank you, babygirl.” 

After you end the show, Seungcheol makes sure to cuddle with you on the bed for a little while longer.

“One more glass of water, baby.” You whine in response, pouting up at him before he gets up from the soaked sheets. 

“But I already had a glass! If you have a piss kink just say so, ‘Cheol!”

He lets out a boisterous laugh at your comment, trudging back to the bed from the kitchen with another glass of water for you. “You need to be hydrated, sweetheart. You came three times and we played a little more rough today. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” 

“Fine, but you didn’t deny my comment.” You snarkily reply, taking the glass from him as you down the water. 

“Don’t make me have to punish you again! I’ll have you know I still need to get you all washed up and change the bed--”

A faint pinging has the two of you turning to the laptop; still on your camming homepage from where you’d checked the revenues from tonight’s show. 

A small [1] sits above your inbox and Seungcheol is quick to turn to you with an eyebrow raised. “I thought you turned off the messaging system on your profile?” 

You tilt your head in confusion, handing him the emptied glass. “I did. The only messages I should get are from, like, the actual system admins or other creator accounts which, I haven’t received any ‘til... now, I guess?”

Seungcheol sets the glass down onto the nightstand before he takes a seat next to you, dragging the laptop closer as you go to check the notification. 

“’Love&Letter Films’? Aren’t they one of the biggest adult film companies?” Mumbling, you click on the message, giving yourself and Seungcheol a second to process the message that stares back at you; a shocked smile on your lips.

‘Hello!

I hope this message finds Cherry and Seungcheol well. 

We, at ‘Love&Letter Films’, have really enjoyed the shows and videos from your channel throughout the years and we really have enjoyed watching the growth of your channel and the addition of Seungcheol to it. The dynamics between the two of you are rare in this industry and we’ve yet to see anyone like the two of you in this market. 

The shows from the last two nights have proven that the two of you have the right kind of chemistry to film together for bigger productions and we would love to hire you for a few film productions we have planned in the upcoming weeks as a feeler. Of course, all expenses paid by us if you would kindly take our offer. 

We love the various scenes and roles that the two of you take on with ease and we would love to help propel your careers forward, should you pursue a career in the adult entertainment industry. 

Please don’t hesitate to contact me as I’ve listed my contact information below. I’m excited to hear from the two of you and hope to work with you in the future on many projects.

Respectfully, 

Kwon Soonyoung, L&L FILMS CEO’

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[kusagrasskusa]

Michael Myers X Short! Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

I wrote this story on Wattpad (@Red_scarfed_person) and decided to post it here lol. If you saw this on Wattpad and don't believe me, you can go to my page on Wattpad and see that in my Messages, I talk about having a Tumblr account and left my Tumblr username there :)

And rereading my old story scared me. If you're here expecting a violent, fearful story, please don't read this. This is full of the sarcasm someone who lacks sleep can muster.

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Ah yes. Y/N's favorite part of the day. Trying to cook. Was that sarcasm? Partially.

Y/N loved cooking; it was so satisfying to see people enjoy her food. But the part she hated was trying to reach the goDDAMN bowls and ingredients from the cabinets. Why did the construction workers have to put them 17 light years high?

Of course, it wasn't the construction workers' fault. It's just that Y/N is the size of a fifth grader. 4'6" tall. What makes it harder to live being so short? Living with someone who's 6'7."

You see, a while ago, there was a certain incident...

A tall male in a white mask and blue jumpsuit, brown hair and blue eyes, found himself in the home of another. He silently panted in his mask, in pain even if he wouldn't show it. Rolling up his sleeves and pulling up the bottom of his shirt, Michael started checking for severe wounds.

"Damn, you're hot..." Some short woman mumbled, turning on the kitchen light. Michael perked up, pulling his shirt back down and reaching for his knife.

"Oh, damn, wrong time to speak up? Sorry," Y/N said, not even knowing if she was being sarcastic in that sentence or not. Mainly since author-san doesn't know if their being sarcastic or not. Anyway--

Michael started walking towards her with the knife, not running since we all know that Michael can walk and still win Olympic runs. Y/N just grabbed a candy bar in her cabinet, opening it and taking a bit.

Michael was confused as hell. As a result, he stopped walking and lowered the knife. "So, you're not gonna kill me? That sucks since my dept is unbelievably high." Michael blinked quickly in confusion, thinking, then it might not be too high with short you are.

Y/N sighed, then gasped. "Oh wait! You're that boogeyman guy who everyone is scared of!" Y/N said with a small smile. She wasn't sadistic or anything, but she was sorta excited to see him.

Michael just stood there, not even knowing how to react for the first time in his life. Y/N then sighed again, throwing away the wrapper to the candy bar and shrugging. "If you decide to kill me later, stab my neck. It's very sensitive. Oh and my room is down the hall, to the left. And my couch is comfortable if you wanna sleep there."

And with those last words, Y/N walked to her room, closing the door behind her and getting it bed. Leaving a confused serial killer.

The next morning, Y/N yawned as she walked out of her bedroom and to the kitchen. Her kitchen and living room was one large room, the kitchen set to the right near the front door, and the living room on the other side of the room.

Between them is a hallway that leads to a bedroom and bathroom. It was a two story house. The top two floors had an office room, another bathroom, and a storage room.

Anyway, Y/N rubbed sleep from her eyes as she walked over to the stove and grabbing a pan. She also pulled out milk, pepper, salt and eggs and set them ok the counter. But now she needed a bowl to even put those in.

Michael heard noise from the kitchen which resulted in him waking up. He slowly sat up on the couch, turning to face Y/N. He got up and walked towards her.

"Why is this so high up," Y/N mumbled to herself as she tried to reach a bowl from a cabinet. She couldn't even reach the handle on the cabinet. Growling in frustration, Y/N gave into defeat.

But then comes Michael opening the cabinet for her, making her help and turn around. "W-Who the hell are you!" Y/N shrieked, blushing a bit. I mean, here she is, a tiny gal blocked in the corner of the kitchen by a tall, mascular guy.

Memories came flooding back and Y/N remembered who he was. "Ooooh, so you're that boogeyman guy? I remember now...wait... I let a damn serial killer into my house!?" Y/N shrieked again as Michael set down the bowl, turning on the stove.

As Y/N went through her epiphany, Michael actually started to cook. It wasn't until he was done did Y/N snap out of it. He set out two plates and cups, putting the scrambled eggs on them and filling the cups with F/D.

"W-Wait...so you aren't going to kill me? You're really gonna..." Y/N mumbled as Michael grabbed a nearby receipt and pen. He wrote down something, making Y/N shush and lean over at what he's writing.

"My name is Michael. I'm not planning on hurting you anytime soon. What is your name?" it read. Y/N was confused as hell now. Why would he spare her? What is so special about her? I should just be grateful, Y/N thought.

"I'm Y/N, Y/N L/N..." Y/N said, looking up at Michael. She blushed a bit, making eye contact. Michael grabbed a plate and cup and handed it to her, then grabbed his own and sat down at the small diner table. Well, way to go from one thing to another, Y/N thought as she sat down next to him.

As much as it confused her, Y/N still wasn't sure how she was still alive. But she was grateful she was, anyway. She always the tall male attractive, but never had feelings for him until recently.

Even if he'd refuse to get things for her that were high up, give her looks that just screamed out about her being short, and wrote down short on sticky notes and put them everywhere, she fell for him. What a lovely crush.

"Why the hell are the damn cabinets 17 light years high," Y/N growled as she climbed on the counter. Just as she was about to grab a bowl, she yelped when large arms wrapped around her an pulled her down carefully.

"Michael! Hey, let go!" Y/N yelled, trying to be serious despite how much she wanted to smile and laugh. Michael shook his head, hugging her tighter.

Despite how badly be wanted to tease her about her height, he kept quiet of course. He didn't just want a hug, either, he wanted to pull her down so she'd have to struggle to get back on the counter again. As said before, what a lovely crush.

Michael eventually pulled away, taking a couple steps back. Y/N looked over at him with a sour-sweet look, blushing a bit. She crossed her arms, "so, was that all you wanted?" Yeah, is that all you wanted, baka? ≧n≦

Michael shook his head, pointing to the bathroom. Y/N raised a brow. "What?" She asked, thinking for a moment. "You need a towel or something?" Michael then nodded.

Y/N smiled a bit, nodding. She walked to her room, Michael following until they reached the door. Grabbing a towel, Y/N walked back over to him and handed it. "It might be a bit small for a giant such as yourself, but here."

Michael nodded, then walked towards the bathroom and went inside. Y/N smiled a bit, thinking to herself about what he'd look like once he got out. It made her cheeks heat up and her heart beat a bit faster.

And about 15 minutes later, Y/N was back in the living room, watching TV. "C'mon, Saitama, beat the hell outta them..." Y/N mumbled under her breath, watching an intense fighting scene.

Y/N perked when she heard the bathroom door open and looked over. Long story short about that was happening in her mind: bad idea.

"MMMM-" Y/N screamed muffledly, having covered her mouth with a pillow that moment. Her face was red, blushing hard from the sight. The towel covered just enough on Michael to where nothing was shown, but he was h o t. Even the scars on him weren't seen as disturbing or anything.

Michael cocked his head, holding his clothes in his hands. He ignored Y/N's reaction to seeing him, since he only cared about his jumpsuit being cleaned. Of course he would act like that--

Y/N, already knowing what Michael wanted, slowly stood up and walked over. She was figitting, clearly still flustered as she grabbed his clothes. "I-I'll just, uh, go wash these..." She mumbled as she walked passed him quickly, to the washing machine and dryer.

Michael blinked a couple times, thinking about the hell he's supposed to where for the time being. Just the towel?

About five minutes passed, Michael was still waiting next to the bathroom for Y/N to come back. He just wanted something to c h a n g e i n t o.

Alas, the moment finally came. Y/N walked back out after almost crying to herself in the laundry room. Typing this out now made me realize I'm making it sound like Y/N was-- well, if you know, you know. But no, that wasn't happening. Our child, Y/N, was just flustered, ok? Yes, our child. I care about you so much reader and I love your OC even though idfk what they look like. They're a beautiful specimen. :):):):):):) Anyway, back to the story.

"H-Hey," Y/N stuttered as she walked out, waving as Michael. Michael, who kept his mask on by the way, just rolled his eyes from inside the mask, handing her a piece of paper. It said that he needed a change of clothes, to which Y/N just chuckled about. "I-I mean...Do you reallllyyy? Can't you just stick with that? You don't look too bad in it, heh heh."

Michael have her a dull look from under his mask, making Y/N sigh. "Fine, whatever. But let's be honest, I'm not gonna have anything that fits you. You should just stick with that," she said, shrugging and pretending to calm about seeing him like that. She was clearly in a flirty mood, which she sometimes gets like when she wants to annoy Michael.

He likes to out sticky notes everywhere with the word short on it, pull her off counters so she has a harder time getting stuff from cabinets, and put his hand above her head as if he was saying, "You're not tall enough to do ____." So it's only normal she would flirt to get him back. But mayyybe acting like that isn't a good decision on her part.

Michael sighed silently, grabbing Y/N"s wrist softly. "Wha--" Y/N cut herself off when Michael pulled her close, leaning down to get his face close to her's. Then, for the very first time in years, Michael spoke.

"Whatever makes you happier~" Michael whispered in her ear; his voice was low and husky. Y/N turned red immediately, incapable of even coming up with a response. Hold on- a tall, mysterious guy with a good figure pulled me close and now can speak, in a hot goddamn voice at that, Y/N thought.

Michael caressed her cheek, pulling away. Y/N had her mouth slightly parted, her eyes widened. "Yo...You can..." Y/N stuttered, not even able to come up with a sentence. So instead, she just nodded slowly, slowly walking into her room and gesturing for him to follow. Michael smiled proudly under his mask, following her.

Yes, what he did was small but Y/N was the kind of person to be a bit extra about these things. Of course it affected her. Anyway, about five minutes later, Y/N couldn't find anything for him to wear other than a large hoodie and very oversized sweatpants she got from a Plot Convenience Sale, which was kinda tight for him. But at least she had a use for the sweatpants, since that was kinda just in her closet.

Y/N took a deep breath once Michael was done changing, coming out of her room. Of course, she left the room when he got changed so don't think dirty, precious readers. Y/N looked over, smiling a bit with heated cheeks at Michael. The small moment from earlier was still bothering her.

"Does it fit?" she asked, raising a brow. Michael nodded, putting his hands in the hoodie pockets. "That's good," Y/N mumbled, staring at the ground awkwardly. A couple moments of silence later, Michael smiled from under his mask, taking it off while Y/N was too busy being lost in a daydream to notice.

"Thank you," Michael whispered as her kissed her forehead, making Y/N flinch. Because Michael appears to be as fast as light, he was already putting his mask on by the time Y/N looked up. Her face was red again, but even worse than before.

"M-Michael, did you just--" Michael was already walking away, brushing her off. "Hey, listen to me!" Y/N yelled as she caught up to him. Like hell that was going to be a one time thing, Y/N thought. I'm going to see his face eventually, she promised herself.

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