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deancaskiss · 2 years

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Are @impala67 and @angelbeekeeper dating? (a destiel tumblr!au)

word count: 3,814 (continued under the read more). also posted on ao3.

Admittedly, Dean should’ve known better than to trust his brother’s judgment. Signing up to join this website was a bad idea. A really really bad idea.

He was far too old for this. Mid-30s, single, with an obsession with vintage cars and cooking in his spare time. Honestly, there wasn’t much going for him when he put it like that. So what did he have to lose by creating this account?

“It’ll be good for you, Dean. You’ll find great recipes there to cook, and I’m sure you’ll find an account or two that has some vintage car stuff, too,” Sam had said, as if it were that easy.

That little bitch.

Yeah right.

Now, as Dean sat with his cursor over the username bar, the box waiting for him to type in his suggestion for a name, he was very much regretting having put his email into this site. Was it too late to turn back now?

Alright. You know what. Screw it. What harm could there be in making the account? It’s not like anyone who knew him would know about it anyway.

Typing in the only username he knew he’d remember, Dean hit enter and watched as the box lit green and a new page opened up.

‘Welcome to Tumblr, @impala67’ popped up on the screen.

“Well, that was easy,” Dean muttered to himself, following along with the setup steps and following a few basic blogs that fit his interests. Pictures and videos started to fill his dashboard, and Dean raised an eyebrow as a picture of a classic Mercedes appeared at the top of the screen. Huh. Not a bad looking car. Maybe he could use this site as a way to match-up cars he was currently fixing up to get them looking up-to-par again.

Maybe this site wouldn’t be such a waste after all.

Closing his laptop, Dean decided that instead of just thinking about cars, he should go do some work on them.

Later that night, Dean found himself aimlessly scrolling on his laptop, with the TV volume low, when he clicked on the website again. After having a conversation earlier that day with Charlie about tarts versus pies, which turned into a debate, which then turned into a competition, Dean was now searching for some recipes that he could use as his secret weapon; something he’d never whipped up before that could show Charlie he was the cook around here.

He’d considered just searching Google, but it would be obvious if he used a recipe straight from the first page of Google. So here he was, now typing pie recipes into Tumblr’s search bar. Not that he expected to find anything, but, oh well. Here goes nothing.

Except there were results. Quite a lot of them, actually. The top one was of a honey and apple pie. Dean quickly scrolled down to the recipe, but then did a slow scroll back up to the top where the blogger had a picture of the pie with a little blurb.

‘This pie is an instant sell-out in my brother’s cafe. Shush, don’t tell him I’m sharing the recipe with you all. But, well, that’s what he gets for stealing my bees honey without asking to make this pie.’

Huh. Now Dean was intrigued. Scrolling up, he looked at the username that had made the post. @angelbeekeeper.

A quick scroll on their blog couldn’t cause too much harm, right?

Clicking the icon, Dean watched as it loaded the blog. At the top was a description.

‘Castiel, he/him, 30s, beekeeper with over 50,000 honeybees and part-time helper at my brother’s cafe. Follow for some sneaky recipes and lots of fun facts about bees.’

Something inside Dean’s chest churned as he reread over the bio once, twice, three times. He wasn’t the only guy in his 30s on this site? Somehow that made him feel a lot better. Plus, the guy posted recipes, and that was one of the things Dean had been hoping to find on here.

Might as well.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Dean hit the follow button and started to scroll through Castiel’s blog. The more Dean scrolled, the more he couldn’t stop reading. Castiel was funny. All his posts had some level of wit, and yet there was a lot of passion in all the posts he made about bees. Some of his posts had thousands of notes, and Dean was a little bit starstruck over the earnestness that this guy portrayed in his posts.

Admittedly, Dean spent far too long scrolling through Castiel’s blog, liking his posts and reblogging a few of them, too. By the time Dean reached the very last post on Castiel’s blog, it was 2am and his laptop was almost out of power. Snapping the laptop closed, Dean vowed that the next day, he’d make his blog look as nice as Castiel’s.

The first step was his bio description, which shouldn’t have been as hard as Dean was making it, but God, how the hell did he make himself sound interesting? It took over half an hour for Dean to find words that sounded even half-way decent.

‘Dean, mid-30s, he/him. Just your local car mechanic who likes working on classic cars and also enjoys cooking and baking. Surprising, right? If you want to see some cool vintage cars and great recipes to show off to your friends, then I’m your guy.’

Well, now that trainwreck was over, setting an icon was easy. A picture of his Baby. His pride and joy. With his beloved Impala now saved on his blog, he snagged a picture of his last mini bake-off that he’d had with Charlie and set it as his header.

There. Now his two passions were clearly evident to anyone who clicked on his blog.

But now, the real challenge began. Making his first post.

Dean spent far too long thinking about it, pacing back and forth across his kitchen, before he caught sight of Baby on the driveway, gleaming after Dean had spent the morning cleaning her up.

Easy.

Opening his laptop, Dean began crafting his first post. What better way to start his blog than by talking about the one car that meant the most to him. Typing up a little about the car and the work he’d done to have her looking as good as she does, Dean put a picture at the top of the post that he’d taken of the Impala that morning.

Opening a new tab, Dean went to Castiel’s blog and looked at his top post. Oh. There was a new one to read.

‘Focus, Winchester. Post yours first and then come back to read this.’

Scrolling down, Dean found what he was looking for. The tags.

Copying Castiel’s style of tagging, Dean tailored the tags to match his own post. Taking a deep breath, Dean stared at the screen, eyes darting back and forth as he analyzed everything he’d put together. Was he overthinking this? Yeah. Was anyone actually going to see this? Probably not. But did he enjoy talking about his Baby and sharing that with the world? Yeah, yeah he did.

With that in mind, Dean hit the ‘Post Now’ button before he could back out of it. Then, he clicked back to Castiel’s blog and read his newest post on the process of honey making from the bees perspective. Something Dean never thought he’d want to read about, but the way Castiel wrote about bees was soothing and almost… sweet? Whatever it was, it kept Dean coming back for more.

A couple weeks had gone by, and now Dean had a rhythm. A system of posting that he really enjoyed. He was now creating posts every day, alternating between showcasing something he was working on with the cars in his shop and then a new recipe or cooking story with pictures of the things he’d whipped up in the kitchen.

The more he posted, the more followers he was gaining. Surprisingly, people were enjoying seeing the cars and the food. Some of his posts had even gotten a few hundred notes, and Dean was thrilled. Maybe this hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.

A few people had reached out and messaged him, asking car related questions or sharing pictures of food people had made using his recipes. Oh yeah, Dean was liking this a lot. Maybe, in a weird way, he’d found his people.

Oh.

Maybe that’s why Sam had suggested it in the first place.

“You’re too lonely, Dean. You have, what, like three friends? Get out there more. Make friends. Find your people,” Sam had said to him months ago.

Dean had scoffed at the time, but now… now maybe Sam was right. Not like Dean would ever admit that to his younger brother though. He’d go to Hell before admitting that his brother was right about something like this.

But now Dean had a group of people he interacted with online. He’d even gained a collection of recipes from his newfound friends, too.

And yeah, maybe Tumblr was the last thing Dean clicked on at night and the first thing he checked in the morning. And the one website he went to the most throughout the day, too. But that was okay, right?

He wasn’t obsessed or anything.

The bowl slipped from Dean’s hand, shattering on the ground as Dean stared at the notification on his phone in shock.

No.

No way.

It must’ve been a mistake. There was no way that…

Throwing the spoon into the sink. Dean quickly rushed to his computer, completely ignoring the trail of flour that was now all across his tiled floor. Opening the laptop, Dean quickly clicked on Tumblr and checked the notifications.

Sure enough, right there at the top, there was a notification for a new follower.

‘@angelbeekeeper started following @impala67’

“Holy shit,” Dean muttered to himself, staring at the screen and blinking several times as if he expected the notification to disappear.

Castiel followed him.

Oh God.

Thee Castiel.

The same one Dean had been obsessively following since he’d joined this Hellsite.

Castiel followed him back.

They were mutuals now.

Dean turned, facing the mess of the kitchen, with his head spinning and a smile tugging at his lips.

“Time for a change of plans,” Dean said to himself, walking back into the kitchen and sliding the batter into the fridge to use later. “Today, we’re making something with honey in it.”

Finalizing the post, Dean took a deep breath as he skimmed the recipe and the pictures of the cake with the honey drizzles. A honey cake. God, Dean hoped Castiel would see it and maybe hopefully like it.

Yes. He was aware. He didn’t need anyone to tell him how sad it was that he’d just gone and baked a cake specifically in hopes that his favorite blogger would notice it. But hey, what harm would it do? And besides, Sam and Eileen were coming over tonight, so he’d feed them the cake. It all worked out.

Hitting the post button, Dean slammed the laptop shut and walked away. Then he walked back and opened it again, before quickly shaking his head and closing the laptop again.

“Get it together, Winchester,” Dean muttered to himself.

Maybe he needed to go work on one of the cars in the shop. There was a nice Mustang out there that was calling his name.

Deciding that a distraction is what he needed, Dean made his way out of the house and into the shop just next door. But as he collected his tools, his mind was drifting off, wondering if Castiel had seen the post yet; wondering if he would like it or if he’d hate it and unfollow Dean.

He lasted all of 10 minutes working under the Mustang before anticipation got the best of him and he picked up his phone to check his notifications. There was some activity on the post, but nothing from Castiel.

Sighing to himself, Dean put his phone down and rolled back under the car. “Stupid cake. Who needs this anyway?” Dean muttered to himself, grabbing a wrench and getting back to work.

The sound of his phone pinging with a notification a few minutes later was so sharp that Dean whacked his head on the underside of the car in his haste to snatch his phone.

Quickly, Dean unlocked the phone and went to the notifications.

‘@angelbeekeeper commented on your post: This cake looks like the best cake I’ve ever seen in my life. Can’t wait to try this recipe myself, although mine won’t look nearly as perfect as yours does.’

Dean almost dropped his phone as he rushed to reply. ‘@angelbeekeeper you’re joking, right? I’ve seen the desserts you make for your brother's cafe. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were the mastermind behind all the baking and your brother just sells your creations.’

Dammit. As soon as Dean hit reply, he realized how desperate that was. God, he should’ve waited at least an hour. But no. Dumbass. Now he just looked desperate for Castiel’s attention.

Putting his phone down, Dean grabbed the rag he kept in his belt loop and he wiped away the grease he could feel sticking to his forehead. No more Tumblr. For the rest of the day, Dean was focusing on the Mustang.

A new ping echoed from Dean’s phone. The sound of a new private message.

Dean felt his breath catch in his throat. Maybe? Could it be?

No. No way.

Dean messaged a lot of people on the app now. It was probably just Benny or Jo talking about a new recipe.

And yet…

Dean found himself picking up his phone again. Just one last time. Then he’d focus on the car.

‘@angelbeekeeper sent you a private message: You know, I’m not really the baker in my family. That’s definitely Balthazar’s domain. But, he’s cocky about it. And now I’m tempted to use some of your stellar recipes to knock him off his high horse. Whaddya say? Wanna team up to take my younger brother down?’

Dean glanced at the car, and then the message, and back at the car.

The client wasn’t expecting the car to be fixed up until next week. Dean had some more time, right?

Who needed the car when Thee Castiel has just messaged him.

‘Castiel?’

‘Castiel???’

‘Okay you need to answer your messages.’

‘I’m dying here, man.’

‘Did our plan work? Did our combined cake baking skills completely crush your brother?’

Dean paced back and forth, waiting for any kind of notification. Was he being too much? Maybe. Possibly. But now he and Castiel had formed a friendship and Dean was far too invested now. And, okay, maybe he was harboring just a little tiny crush. And no, he was not going to admit that out loud. He was a 35 year old man who did not admit to having a crush on a guy he met on the internet. Nope nope nope. And yet…

Dean’s phone pinged, and he shut down that train of thought before it went too far.

‘Dean!’

‘It worked! Our cake outsold Balthazar’s cake!’

‘We sold all our slices in just over an hour.’

‘Took Bal almost half the day to sell all his slices.’

‘He was desperate to know where I got the recipe.’

‘But I refused to tell him.’

‘Couldn’t have him stealing our amazing recipe, right?’

Dean felt his heart skip a beat in his chest. Our? Did Castiel really just say our? As in both of them? Dean felt dizzy with happiness.

‘I knew we’d beat him,’ Dean typed, fighting a smile on his face.

‘Hey, we make a pretty good team.’

Holding his breath, Dean waited to see if Castiel would reply. Or maybe that’s all Castiel wanted from him. Just needed Dean to prove his brother wrong one time and that was it.

But then, his phone vibrated. Another message. And another. And another.

‘You’re right. We do make a good team.’

‘What are we making together next?’

‘I saw you’re good at cooking, too. Got any good recipes for a good burger? Bal is always saying his burgers are the best in the State, but I think we could take him down. What do you say?’

Oh yeah, Dean was absolutely crushing on this guy.

‘Dean, I need some help.’

‘Whatcha need, buddy?’

‘My car broke down this morning. And I’m a few towns over from the nearest car shop. I’ve never needed to take it in because it always runs pretty smooth. Any tips you can give for what I can do?’

‘Yeah, I’ve got you. Tell me what you see. Any lights on? Any smoke or oil on the ground?’

‘Hang on. I can send you a few pictures.’

‘Image.’

‘Really? You drive a Lincoln Continental Mark V?’

‘What’s wrong with that? I thought you liked classic cars?’

‘I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder.’

‘Alright, I think I see your problem. This is what you’re gonna do.’

When his phone lit up with another message from Tumblr, Dean knew it was Castiel before he even looked at the screen. Castiel was the only one Dean messaged this much. In fact, they were messaging all day every day. And tagging each other in posts all the time. They constantly interacted with each other’s posts, and yeah, maybe Dean’s heart skipped a beat every time Castiel interacted with him, but that was normal, right?

He’d received several asks anonymously with people asking if he and Castiel were dating, and Dean had always brushed it off. Always answered them subtly because he’d never broached the subject with Castiel.

‘I just finished the pie recipe you sent me a few days ago. Do you wanna see?’

‘Hell yeah, Castiel. Send it my way.’

Dean paused, tapping his finger lazily against the screen, his thoughts flickering back to something he’d been thinking about for weeks now.

‘You know, Castiel is too formal of a name.’

‘So I’ve been told.’

‘What about Cas?’ Dean suggested, nervously chewing at his lip.

‘No one’s ever called me that before.’

‘I like it.’

‘Yeah?’ Dean typed, his heart thumping wildly in his chest.

‘Yeah, Dean.’

Dean smiled as he typed his next message. ‘Now I just need to put a voice to the name. Call me? 636-808-9273’

Throwing his phone down, Dean sucked in a sharp breath. God, he hoped he hadn’t been reading this all wrong. There were signs, right? Maybe Cas liked him, too? Or maybe the flirting had been one-sided.

Dean’s phone pinged again.

‘That was smooth, I’m impressed.’

And then Dean’s phone started to ring. Dean looked down in shock, staring at the number on the screen as his heart kicked a wild beat in his chest.

Bringing the phone to his ear, Dean answered the call. “Cas?”

“Hello Dean.”

Oh God. Dean was absolutely and utterly screwed.

Scrolling through Tumblr, Dean laughed, catching sight of another message as it popped up in his askbox.

“What’s so funny?” Cas asked, his voice on the other end of the phone slightly distanced as Dean could hear him clattering with wood. Probably something for his bees.

“Just got another ask with an anon asking if we’re dating,” Dean said, already opening the ask to type out a response.

“Are you going to answer it?” Cas asked, his voice suddenly a lot closer as he presumably stepped closer to the phone.

“You’re going to have to check tumblr to find out,” Dean replied, feeling a smile tug at his lips.

“I hate when you’re obtuse,” Cas muttered, even though Dean could hear the fondness in his tone.

“Liar,” Dean said, hitting post on the ask.

The post appeared on the dashboard, and Dean grinned.

‘You and @angelbeekeeper are always flirting with each other on posts. Are y’all dating?’ Let me ask my boyfriend. Hey @angelbeekeeper, are we dating? Better yet, I have a more important question. When am I going to get to kiss my devastatingly handsome boyfriend?

Dean waited for a moment, knowing that Cas was already on Tumblr, checking out what he had said. A moment later, a notification popped up on his screen.

‘@angelbeekeeper reblogged your ask: Sooner than you think ;)’

Dean perked up, flickering his eyes to the top of his phone to make sure the call was still ongoing. “Hey Cas? What did you mean sooner than I think?”

Dean could also hear the smile in Cas’ voice when he replied. “You know, it doesn’t take an internet sleuth to realize you’re from Kansas.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow even though he knew Cas couldn’t see him.

“Your license plate on the Impala gives it away. Also, I put two and two together, and well, it makes sense that you’d work at Winchester’s Auto Shop in Lebanon,” Cas replied, and distantly there was the sound of a car door opening and closing.

“Are you stalking me?” Dean teased.

Cas hummed from the other end of the phone. “Just curious about my boyfriend, that’s all.”

“Oh yeah?” Dean said, moving into the kitchen to check on his pie that was in the oven. “And why’s that?”

“Because I live in Burr Oak.”

Dean’s brain froze. Then unfroze. And refroze again. “Burr Oak? As in Burr Oak in Kansas? The one that's 20 miles down the road from Lebanon?”

“Mmmhmm,” Cas said, and the sound of a car engine roaring to life filled the phone. “So? What do you say? Do you want that kiss now? Or later?” Cas teased, and Dean felt his heart skip a beat, then another, and another.

“Now. Right now,” Dean replied, breathless and dizzy. “You’ve been a few towns over from me this whole time?” he asked, a laugh catching in his throat.

“I only just figured it out this morning, actually. I just didn’t know how you’d react,” Cas said over the phone.

Dean felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest. He was finally going to get to see Cas. Not just over FaceTime, but in person. He was going to kiss his boyfriend for the first time.

Cas was the one to speak again, shaking Dean from his thoughts. “There’d better be a slice of pie for me when I finally see you,” Cas said, soft and tender, yet teasing and playful.

Dean looked at the pie in the oven, then down at the phone where Cas’ name was lighting up his screen, their 2 hour phone call still ongoing. “A slice of pie. A kiss. Whatever you want, honey, it’s yours.”

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almanacrat · 2 years

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Friend of a Friend (part 3)

“Yeah, of course I’ll do it! What’s the video?” Y/n’s voice echoed from over the phone.

“It’s a surprise. You’ll find out when you get there.” Mark replied.

The two said their goodbyes and ended the call. Y/n had agreed to do the video, but had no clue that Ethan would be there. Mark decided to let it be a surprise, knowing that she would talk his ear off if he told her.

Mark shut the door as he exited his room and returned to a nervous Ethan who sat completely still, his eyebrows furrowed.

“She said no. Sorry, man.” Markiplier lied straight to Ethan’s face.

“Oh... it’s all good.” Ethan replied, trying to seem like he was unaffected, but his eyes told a different story. His face dropped at the response.

“So we still need to find someone for the video?” Tyler cleared his thought, trying to move the conversation forward.

“I actually think I have someone who can do it.” Mark said.

“Who?” Tyler asked.

“I’m gonna leave it as a surprise. I think we’re all good here. Do you guys want to play Phasmagoria?”

The three played Phasmagoria for about an hour, then decided to watch a movie. Though the movie was intriguing at first, Ethan couldn't keep his focus. His heart sunk every time he thought about how he wasn't going to meet Y/n. He had really gotten his hopes up and he really wanted her to be in the video, but he also understood that she lived her own life and probably had to work. Ethan pulled out his phone and scrolled through twitter. He clicked on Mark’s profile, then searched the name Y/n in Mark’s following list. Sure enough, a profile picture with Y/n’s face popped up within seconds. Ethan clicked on her profile and found that she already followed him, so he hit the follow button without thinking. His stomach began to churn and he felt lightheaded as his mind raced.

His phone buzzed. It was a DM from Y/n, which Ethan opened without hesitation.

Y/n Fishbach

THE Ethan Nestor followed me??

The boy from comic con?

The one and only!!

how unexpected

does mark know about this

no!! he will have my head if he finds out

brb telling on you right now :)

no please!!! I will do whatever you want

I wish to live

I guess I can make an exception

because you're cool

You think I’m cool?

Only sometimes

Good enough for me

So what are you doing :)

oh just the usual

killing god ❤️

Ethan giggled at the message she sent, smiling to himself.

“Whatcha laughing at, Ethan?” Mark asked from the loveseat where he sat with Amy.

“Uh- m- meme!” He stuttered, not wanting Mark to figure it out.

Mark gave a hum in response, snapping his attention back to the movie. Ethan looked back at his phone.

Y/n Fishbach

jk im just doing laundry

you there?

Yeah! Im here but I almost got caught

by Mark😧

are u hanging out with him rn?

Yeah im over at his house

How’d you almost get caught

YOU!!!

ME???

yes

you made me giggle

unbelievable!

you're not allowed to laugh

anymore😠

ok giggle police🙄

did you just sass me?

ETHAN can be sassy

Eef*, sorry

Get it right

I know three S words and they all apply

to me

and what would those three words

happen to be?

sassy, smart, and sexy😎

what about skillet?

...you’ve seen that?

Yes😈

I watch all of Mark’s videos

YES

that was one of my lowest moments

I’ll take your word for it

I’m gonna go to bed now because

I'm tired, but have a goodnight :)

OH and beat Mark at some video

games for me

I already did :)

proud of you!! yay!!

goodnight

Ethan smiled as he set his phone down, feeling giddy tat he had gotten to talk to Y/n. He knew Mark wouldn't approve of it under any circumstances, but he hoped that one day they would meet in person and Mark would relax about them knowing each other.

#crankgameplays fic #crankgameplays x reader #crankgameplays x you #crankgameplays #crankgameplays imagine #ethan nestor imagine #ethan nestor #ethan nestor x reader #ethan nestor fic #ethan nestor x you #teamiplier #markiplier #mark fischbach #markiplier fic #markiplier x reader #unus x reader #unnus annus #unus anuus

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hamburgerhelpersotherhand · 2 years

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OH MY GOD I LOVE YOUR YANDERE LOST BOYS HOLY

Could I request one with a reader that attempts escape from the cave? Psychological horror would be sick

Let me give it a whirl-!

I ended it during a pretty uneventful scene, forgive me? With my track record, if I don’t post it now, it’ll probably never see the light of day!

Warnings: Implied kidnapping.

Time moves differently when obstructed by debris.

The closest you’d feel to the outside world was when snippets of it would leak into the den, from vintage water-damaged magazine clippings to the occasional odd photograph or stolen wallets. It had been so long since you’d seen the blue sky of Santa Carla.

While certain cues reminded you of the general cycle of the sun and moon, such as your captors’ strict sleeping schedules, you craved nothing more than to feel that warm sunshine on your face once more.

Being hidden away in a partially collapsed cave by strangers, and tossed around when they so chose, was not the life you had expected. Yet, it was the life you awoke to every evening. You were given a large bed with a questionable, ancient mattress, and a few less than favourable sheer “blankets”… they did nothing to stop the damp cold from creeping under your skin.

On a particularly dreary morn, the boys were nowhere to be found. It wasn’t unusual for them to leave you alone at times when you feigned sleep, but it was something you had been hoping for a while now.

They headed off somewhere, possibly gone to the deeper parts of the cave to rest by the sound of it, but you were wide awake. You hadn’t adapted to their schedules, much to your current relief, and your eyes shot open the second they were out of earshot.

Before you knew it, you stood tearful and still as the sun burned at your skin. It felt nice, despite the hurt. Unusually, the sky wasn’t its comforting shade of blue anymore. You had found that, just like yourself, the sky had changed. All you could see was a blinding whiteness shining down, as though light had overtaken the sight. The sun felt harsher than it ever had before, and waves of exhaustion came crashing down harder every moment you remained basking.

Your knees hit the ground first, and then your hands. You enveloped the scalding sand between your fingers for a moment and breathed.

“Are you alright?” A voice rammed into your skull. You turned your head and there stood an unfamiliar young man. He sounded much louder than you’d expected.

“Woah. You… look really fucked up.” He says, and again his voice reverberates through your head. Would you recognize yourself, if you looked in a mirror?

“I…” You begin, raising your squinting eyes to look at his face. “Can I borrow those?”

He points to his face. “My sunglasses?”

“Yes.” You huff. He doesn’t seem to mind.

“I mean, alright.” He shrugs with a smile as he slips them off and reaches over. “You look like shit.”

“I know.” You reply dryly. His sunglasses sit loosely on your face as you work on standing up. The sand gives way below your feet too easily.

“The name’s Michael,” He says. “and I’m gonna need those sunglasses back eventually.”

“Mines Y/N,” You sigh. “and you’ll get them back when the sun’s not boiling my eyes out of their sockets.”

“Hungover?” He asks and you bite your tongue before speaking.

“Yeah,” You say plainly, brushing the sand off yourself. “you can say that.”

Michael squints up at the sky briefly, then looks further down the beach. Your eyes follow his, curiously. He's watching a woman aggressively apply sunblock to a young boy.

“Hey. Michael?” You try out his name and he hums in response. “Do you mind helping me find a place with a phone? I need to make a call.”

“Not at all. There’s a video store nearby. I’m sure they have a landline.”

By the side of the beach, you shake loose sand out of your boot. Walking to the pier was challenging, and your slowing pace hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“I don’t mean to pry, if it’s too personal, but…” Michael sways his hand around as he searches for the words. A second later, he turns to look at you. “Who’re you calling?”

As you slide your boot back on, you look at him quizzically. “Why’s it matter to you?”

“Hm. I guess it doesn’t.” He admits dumbly and you both continue toward the video store. You can tell he’s got something on his mind by the way he glances at you but your life is not his business, even if he's being helpful. Besides, you’re not planning on sticking around town for long so there’s no point in getting cozy.

Before long, you find yourself awkwardly walking through the jingling door of the video store. Michael waltz through and starts to cycle through some of the VHS displays, but you’re having a hard time keeping up.

The windows surrounding the building feel as though they're magnifying the sun, burning it into your skin until your mouth felt dry and coppery. As you approach the front desk, you hold your bag extra close.

“I need to make a call,” you begin as you catch the attention of the female cashier. You point to their phone. “can I use this line?”

She looks at you quizzically, observing your disheveled state and taking in your overall character. By the looks of it, she didn’t seem impressed.

“Sorry, It’s for business only-“

“If you need to use the telephone, I don’t mind one bit.” A man cuts off the cashier. He approaches you with a few steps and gestures to the landline.

The cashier looks annoyed as she turns away, but your attention is easily brought back to the man. He’s dressed cleanly and without fault. A thin pair of glasses sit on the bridge of his nose as he observes you. He seems to be the owner.

“Thank you, it won’t be long. I promise.” You sigh as you grab the phone off the receiver and don’t hesitate to punch in a number. He continues to watch you.

“Of course! So long as you’re courteous, trust goes both ways.” He replies without missing a beat. He slides his hands into his pockets.

With an uneasiness settling in your gut, you turn the other way and press the phone to your ear. In this position, sunlight directly hits your face, and that familiar dizzying feeling pounds against your skull once more. You huff tiredly, and grit your teeth in anticipation. The phone rings.

Your eyes feel heavy as you look about the store. Michael is still looking through tapes, biting his cheek as he turns one over to observe the back. The line rings again. Your hands are getting sweaty.

From here, you wonder: what’s next? You’ve been feeling sluggish ever since you left the den. What if your mother doesn’t pick up? Would the boys leave you alone once you left town? And why does that older man keep looking your way? You can feel his stare at the back of your neck.

But then, an unfamiliar feeling crashes down onto your shoulders. You swallow hard, your wrist slacking as you suddenly loose the grip you once had on the phone. It drops from your palm but is saved by its curly wire. You, on the other hand, drop straight to the floor without a tether.

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taetaespeaches · 3 years

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“Quick question… what are you doing in the closet?”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 3.1K

a/n: Hi lovelies!! This fic takes place pretty early on in Yoongi and Kid/reader’s relationship. They’re very much together but Kid has yet to spend much time with Min Holly (at least alone). And basically, that’s what this fic is- Yoongi leaves Min Holly with Kid for the night and when a storm hits, Yoongi comes back to the apartment to find Kid and Min Holly being very cute. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

“Are you sure you’re good?” Your boyfriend asked you for the third time in a matter of minutes, his eyes traveling to the small dog exploring your apartment.

Widening your eyes at him, you cocked your head. “Why are you so worried, do you really not trust me with him?”

Sighing, the man held back the grin threatening to form on his lips.

“Don’t laugh right now,” you pointed warningly at him, your empty threat causing him to break, the gummy smile appearing in front of your eyes. “Yoongi,” you whined, dragging his name out as you lightly smacked his chest.

“Of course I trust you,” he chuckled, stepping forward once so he could wrap an arm around your waist, tugging you to him. Pouting at him, accompanied by a glare, Yoongi giggled. “I was just teasing you, Kid,” he admitted, pushing his lips to yours gently, you stubbornly not responding. “Min Holly is in the best hands with you.”

“Damn straight he is,” you bragged, Yoongi scoffing as he planted a kiss to your cheek.

Yoongi’s brother was on vacation, leaving Min Holly purely in Yoongi’s custody for the next week. However, the first day of his brother’s vacation just happened to be on the day of a BTS video shoot that would keep Yoongi busy well into the night. That’s where you came in; dog sitter of the year.

“What time do you think you’ll be done?” You asked, Yoongi humming in thought.

“Probably early morning. Two or three a.m., maybe later,” he told you, you gasping in mostly feigned surprise. Your relationship with the man was still rather new, but you did understand his work caused him to have some pretty late, sleepless nights.

“That’s so late, you’ll be so sleepy,” you cooed through a pout.

“I’ll be ok,” he chuckled, kissing your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin for a moment as you leaned into his touch. “Thank you for helping me out,” he whispered against your brow, his breath fanning across the top of your face. “I just feel bad leaving him alone overnight,” he smiled, your lips following suit in response to the adorable admission.

“It’s no problem, of course I’m happy to watch him,” you assured Yoongi, tilting your head back to look up at him. “You honey boy,” you teased, Yoongi letting out a breathy chuckle.

“I gotta get going, I’ll text you updates,” he assured you as he took a step back, scanning the apartment’s living room in search of the dog. “Where-” he began to ask where the dog went when Holly popped his head up from the sofa, catching both of yours and Yoongi’s gazes. “Oh sure, make yourself right at home,” he chuckled at the dog.

“He’s so cute, I’m gonna love this,” you told Yoongi, looking at him with bright eyes. “Good luck at your shoot, Min,” you began shooing him out of the apartment, Yoongi backing up as you gently shoved against his frame.

“Are you kicking me out?” He teased, his eyes wide, his face full of pretend offense.

“I have plans,” you directed a head nod toward the dog.

Chuckling in amusement at you, his shoulders shaking slightly, Yoongi turned toward the door and began walking across the room, you following just behind him. When he reached the exit, he quickly turned around, his hands finding your face instantly as he pulled your lips to his greedily. Your hands grasped at his forearms as you kissed him back with just as much fervor, humming contently into the meeting.

Pulling his face from yours, you slowly opened your eyes, watching as Yoongi’s eyes fluttered open shortly after. “Don’t miss me too much,” you teased the man playfully, that adorable gummy grin overtaking his features, his cheeks soft and kissable. Had you more time with him, you would have kissed them repeatedly until he whined for you to stop as the fluffy cheeks warmed in a pink shade. But that would have to wait for his return, as he was nearly running late.

“Bye Kid,” he said simply, you smiling as he turned to leave.

“Go be hot on camera,” you shouted out after him, a scoff meeting your ears, though those shoulders shook adorably as the door shut behind him.

Smiling at the front door, you sighed in content. Turning to face the dog who was staring at you intently, you shrugged. “I think we’re alone now,” you sing-songed to the dog, making him cock his head at you. As you made your way back across the room to the dog, excitement in your steps, you beamed at Min Holly. “Are you ready for our slumber party?” You cooed, scratching his little face as soon as you reached him. “Slumber party time?” You continued talking to the dog as he licked your nose affectionately.

You never were one to check the forecast often, so when the loud crash of thunder sounded outside, waking you from your sleep, you were as shocked as the poor little dog curled up against your side.

Lethargic, your eyes and voice still full of slumber, you reached for the dog and tugged him even closer. “Oh, Holly,” you pouted, looking outside your window to see rain streaking across it as it beat down against the pavement below. “That’s not going to be good for filming,” you mumbled aloud, thinking of your boyfriend and his fellow members.

With another loud rumble outside, the dog whimpered, scurrying off the bed in search of a place of solace. “Aw bubs,” you frowned, sitting up and crawling off the bed to collect him. However, as you approached the dog, he scampered off across the room, heading straight through the open closet door. “Do you want to hide in there?” You asked him, cocking your head at him as Holly stared at you from inside the closet. “Do you feel safe in there?” You asked him, watching as the dog slowly lowered into a laying position.

Spotting one of Yoongi’s hoodies hanging on the hook on the back of the closet door, you quickly made your way across the room and grabbed it, crouching down to situate the clothing around the small dog. “There, that should make you feel safer too,” you pouted, petting the top of Holly’s head gently. Moving your hand to scratch under his chin, however, he put the weight of his head in your palm, a small smile forming on your lips.

“Are you going to let me go back to the bed?” You asked in amusement. “Or am I going to have to join you in here?” You wondered, the dog staring at you with the most adorable sad eyes you’d ever seen. Sighing, you scooped him up in your arms before crawling on your knees to sit inside the closet. Planting yourself on your butt and leaning back against the wall, you crossed your legs before placing the hoodie over your lap, then setting Holly down atop it.

It didn’t take long for the dog to get comfortable, his head squished against your hip as he was lured back to sleep by the sound of the rain outside the apartment. And well, you must have followed him into slumber shortly after, because the next thing you knew, you were being awoken by a gentle sensation against the side of your face and a hushed whisper near your ear.

“Kid,” you heard the voice call out to you softly. Peeling your eyes open reluctantly, you squinted at the man kneeling beside you, his gummy grin being the first sight that entered your awakened consciousness.

“Honey boy,” you yawned, Yoongi chuckling softly at you. Reaching out to him, you brushed his hair off his forehead only to find that the strands were cold and wet. “Your hair is soaked,” you noted, Yoongi nodding as he smiled.

“It’s raining,” he pointed out, you frowning at him.

“That’s right,” you remembered, looking down at the dog in your lap who was awake, but unmoving as he refused to lose his comfort, and probably still too scared to leave the confines of the closet. “You need to change your clothes,” you told Yoongi. “But you can’t have your hoodie because Holly’s using it,” you pointed out, Yoongi scoffing in amusement at you.

“Well good thing your clothes are conveniently located right here,” he nodded to the clothing hanging, simultaneously shooting you an incredulous expression as he drew attention to the fact that he came to your apartment to find you sleeping in his closet, propped up against the wall.

“What’s with the face?” You asked him in response to his expression, playing with him, turning it into a game.

“What the hell are-”

“How was the shoot?” You interrupted, though nonchalantly, purposely not addressing the elephant in the room- or more like the human in the closet.

“It was good,” he nodded a few times, “you know, until the rain hit.”

Sucking air between your teeth, you frowned. “Did it ruin everything?”

“No, luckily we wrapped the outdoor scenes just as it started storming.”

“Oh that’s great, I’m glad it worked out ok,” you grinned.

“Mhmm,” he hummed with a small nod. “I’m stealing a sweatshirt,” he informed you, you instantly humming in thought.

“I’ll allow it.”

“How very generous of you,” he responded playfully, holding back a budding smile. “Hey uh, quick question.”

“What’s that?”

The man shrugged at you, a smile curving on his lips. “What are you doing in the closet?”

“Oh right,” you slowly nodded, the man chuckling at you. “You see, your dog is a bit of a wuss, but he’s cute so it’s ok,” you told him as looked down to the dog who was refusing to lift his head to face the storm.

“Were you scared of the lightning Holly?” Yoongi asked the dog as he pet the sweet frightened pup, a soft grin on his lips that made your own mouth curve into a smile.

“Yeah, he abandoned me on the bed and came in here and I was just going to give him your hoodie to lay with but then he gave me those eyes,” you pouted as Yoongi watched you relay the story in utter fondness for you. “He was torn because he wanted to be with me but also, you know, the storm,” you emphasized, Yoongi’s shoulders shaking in laughter. “So I decided, well, I’ll just sit with him for a bit.”

“How long have you been in here?”

“I don’t know, I fell asleep,” you giggled, a snort leaving the man as he shook his head at you, though adoringly.

“So you really insisted on being the cutest human alive tonight, huh?” He asked you just before directing his gaze to the dog. “Holly, what’s up bud, don’t you think you’re milking this a bit?”

With both of you looking down at the pup, you watched as Yoongi gently scratched Holly’s head. “He’s just too cute, I didn’t have the heart to leave him in here alone,” you pouted, glancing up to find your boyfriend’s gaze already directed to you.

Yoongi didn’t speak, rather, his orbs simply scanned your features, appreciating the sight. He slowly leaned toward you, his lips easily finding yours, meeting you in a sweet kiss. The meeting didn’t last long, but it was soft and felt like home.

“You’re a sweetheart, Kid,” he complimented as he separated from you, just before he stood. Suddenly the man stripped himself of his slightly wet top before turning his attention to your clothing.

Staring up at him, appreciating his bare upper body, you watched as his hands grabbed an oversized lavender-colored sweatshirt. Pulling it off the hanger quickly, he had it situated over his body within seconds. Looking down at you, he met your gaze, smirking at your engrossed expression.

“You’re pretty in lavender,” you whispered to him, a bashful grin overtaking his face.

Leaning down, he kissed your forehead, his lips lingering once again. “Alright little guy,” he suddenly addressed Holly as he pulled away from you. “You gotta let my girlfriend out of the closet,” he told the dog, patting his thighs to try to coax his dog to him, only for the dog to spite him by not even flinching toward his owner.

“Honey boy, he’s still scared,” you pouted, Yoongi’s eyes shifting from Holly to you. Thinking for a moment, he sighed, turning his back on you and heading toward the bed. You watched him carefully, following his every move as he pulled the comforter off the mattress and grabbed two pillows.

The man avoided your eye contact as he waddled back to the closet, a frown etched in his features though you knew he wasn’t actually upset by anything. It was obvious he found this whole situation quite adorable.

Appearing in front of you, he stepped over your body, as well as Min Holly, and dropped the blanket and pillows onto the floor with a thud. Next, he was pulling his jeans off his frame, tossing them onto the bedroom floor outside the closet, his eyes following them as they descended to the floor, your eyes glued to his now bare limbs. You actually couldn’t see the upper majority of his legs due to the oversized material of the sweatshirt, which made him look rather cute.

“You’re very hot,” you complimented with a smirk, the man scoffing as he picked up the comforter before nodding to the dog that was looking up at him curiously.

“Lift him so I can cover you with this,” he told you, you smirking as you pulled Holly from your lap to your chest, allowing Yoongi to tuck you in.

“You’re being really cute,” you smiled, Yoongi holding back a grin of his own as he simply hummed. “These are honey boy antics, sir.”

“Yeah, yeah, so I’m soft for you and my dog, so what,” he dismissed nonchalantly, all while your smile grew larger, your heart racing with affection for the man. When Yoongi lowered himself to take the spot next to you, he lifted a pillow, silently staring at you as he waited for you to sit up so he could put the pillow underneath your head. Fluffing it slightly, he nodded once with a small close-mouthed smile before grabbing his own pillow and doing the same thing again.

“Thank you, Yoongi,” you told him sincerely as you rested back against the pillow, the cushion feeling nice and relieving on your slightly strained neck. Turns out closets aren’t really the most comfortable sleeping space.

“Thanks for taking care of my dog,” he replied with that same adorable grin, which accentuated the plushness of his cheeks. As Holly moved to lay between the both of you, you leaned toward your boyfriend, holding his face in place so you could press a series of smooches to his plush cheek. Finally.

Whining slightly at your incessant affection, Yoongi squirmed away from you, only to turn and face you and press his lips to yours in a messy and playful meeting. Laughing into the kiss, Yoongi couldn’t help but smile as well, a light chuckle leaving those pretty lips as he pulled away from you.

“Go back to sleep,” he told you, his face full of fond adoration as he settled into his spot, pulling the comforter up as his hand found the dog. Yoongi pet Holly’s face as the dog leaned into the touch. “You too,” he directed to the dog in a playful demand. “I don’t know what your end game is here, bud. Are you trying to steal my girl?” he questioned the furry pal, you giggling at you nuzzled your face against the pillow, reaching out to drape your arm overtop Yoongi’s body. “You can’t have her,” Yoongi whispered, a smile stretching across your face. “I won’t let you.”

“He’s a charmer,” you mumbled through a yawn, your sleepiness hitting you suddenly.

“So am I,” Yoongi countered, rolling onto his side so he faced you. As your eyes fluttered shut, sleep overtaking you quickly, the man watched you lovingly. “I’m hot, remember.”

“That’s true,” you agreed sleepily. “The hottest.”

Yoongi continued to watch as your body became more relaxed underneath the warmth of the comforter; the warmth of having Yoongi next to you, and of course, Min Holly. Though his own eyes were becoming heavy, he kept them open to appreciate the way your face relaxed, your lips becoming pouted as your exhales slipped between them in slowed breaths.

“Tell me one thing,” you suddenly spoke up, your voice surprising Yoongi out of his trance.

“Hm,” he hummed for you to continue, a soft smile planted on his mouth.

“Were you hot on camera?” You asked him, referring to his video shoot.

A silent chuckle left the man, his hand leaving Min Holly, and finding your own hand that rested between your bodies. Wrapping his fingers around your own, he stared at your hands connected; your skin was warm against his, Yoongi sighing contently.

“I was hot on camera,” he confirmed, a smile just barely tugging on your lips that made him chuckle lightly in response.

“That’s my honey boy,” you whispered, burying yourself further into the pillow.” There was a pause, and Yoongi was about to shut his own eyes and allow himself to be dragged into dreamland. However, you spoke once again, the man sighing as he prepared to tell you to go to sleep, but your words kept him quiet; surprise and excitement coursing through his every limb as soon as the words met his ears. “I’m falling for you,” you admitted in your nearly unconscious state.

“Falling for me?” He questioned, his voice barely audible as a bashful smile curved on his lips, those kissable cheeks tinting pink. You would have cooed at the sight had your eyes been open.

He knew you were unaware of your confession, but he hoped it was as genuine as he believed it to be. Yoongi wouldn’t bring up the confession; no teasing the next day; no pressure for elaboration at a later date. But with the warmth that filled his frame as he watched you breathe deeply, finally having given in to your tiredness, he was certain that he felt the same way.

You were falling for him. And he had already fallen in love with you.

Yoongi’s eyes slowly left your face, traveling down to find the dog staring up at him.

“Hear that?” He whispered to his dog, a gummy smile planted on his face as his eyes shined with the brightness of new love. “She’s falling for me.”

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Solutions to Nonlinear Equations

For @currentlylurking for the Phic Phight. :)

“Ancients, Vlad. I’m not rejecting you because I’m a rebellious teenager and you’re an adult, I’m rejecting you because you’re incredibly creepy.”

Vlad sniffed in what he hoped was an aristocratic manner and raised an eyebrow, minutely adjusting his grip on Daniel to keep him pinned to the floor.

“We’re human-ghost hybrids, Daniel. I’d hoped that you’d have realized by now that we are meant to be ‘creepy.’”

Daniel squirmed and began to mutter into the carpet. “Clockwork never acts like this, I’m fine with him—”

Vlad pulled back as if burned. He hadn’t heard that name in—in—

In a long time.

Years.

The thought was almost expelled from his head when Daniel managed to elbow him in the jaw hard enough to make him see stars. Before he knew it, Daniel had slipped from his grasp and zoomed away.

Whatever aspersions Vlad cast on Daniel’s mastery of his ghostly abilities, the boy was fast. When he put his mind to escaping instead of picking a fight, he managed it more often than not, to Vlad’s great frustration. Hence Vlad’s usual strategy of needling the younger half-ghost until fighting was the only thing on Daniel’s mind.

He set down on a nearby roof. There went his plans for the day. Which, admittedly, had consisted of distracting Daniel while his ghostly minions set up a nasty surprise for him at the school, hence making him fail his test, which would, in turn, convince Maddie and Jack to let Vlad set Daniel up with a tutor, something he had suggested to them earlier, and—

Well. Daniel would find them, now, no doubt.

Ah, well.

He had more important things on his mind, now. Such as, how in two worlds did Daniel know Clockwork? Because Daniel never just said things like that. He barely knew anything about ghost culture. He wouldn’t know to bring up obscure, secretive, ghost historical figures. He wouldn’t know what that particular name would mean to Vlad.

Tongues of fire flared out of his fingers, bringing a measure of stability to the gyrations of his core and his emotions.

Daniel knew Clockwork. And, it seemed, met him with some regularity. Enough for him to compare his actions to Vlad’s.

Would that ghost never be satisfied with ruining Vlad’s life? Was he not satisfied with—

He cut off the thought, shaking his head. Never mind that.

What Vlad needed to do was find Clockwork. Which meant inducing Danny to go to him at a time when Vlad when Vlad could follow. Which meant determining when he had visited Clockwork in the past. An undertaking to be sure.

He closed his eyes and teleported to his lab beneath his mansion.

“Maddie!” he called out, even before his body had fully reformed.

The hologram flickered to life with a faint crackled from the projector. “What is it, sugarpie?” it asked with a smile.

“Review the audio recordings from Fentonworks,” ordered Vlad. “Search for the term ‘Clockwork.’ Report findings to me.”

“Sure thing, honey!”

Vlad had to review the cheerfulness settings on the Maddie program. Maddie was upbeat, but not that upbeat. This was almost sickly sweet.

He threw himself into a nearby chair.

Clockwork. He thought he’d never hear that name again. Not after he’d been literally and figuratively ghosted by him.

He telekinetically pulled a book off his shelf. He ran his fingers over the leather tooling on the cover. The book had been given to him by Clockwork, years ago, when he was still in that hospital.

Clockwork had been the one to first show him the Ghost Zone, and all the wonders in it. Clockwork had been his friend, his only friend, through that long, agonizing hospital stay. He had been supportive, wonderful, kind. He visited often, though not on a regular schedule. He’d helped Vlad ride out the waves of misery and anger that so often threatened to overwhelm him.

Then, without warning, nothing.

No goodbye. The last time he left, he had even said something along the lines of ‘see you soon,’ although the memory was frayed from age and Vlad could no longer recall the exact words. For a long time, Vlad had worried something disastrous had happened to Clockwork. But then he had finally managed to build his own portal, reach the Ghost Zone under his own power, and, according to every search he did, every line of inquiry that bore fruit, Clockwork was just fine.

Vlad had been furious. He had been betrayed. He had spent the better half of a decade trying to plot revenge against Clockwork, before realizing that was akin to plotting revenge against a god and turning his sights to a more manageable target.

Now…

Now, Vlad just wanted answers. Both as to the reason behind his abandonment and as to why Clockwork was apparently repeating history with Daniel.

“Sweetie pie,” said the hologram, with a chime, “audio processing complete. There are over ninety-nine instances where the word ‘clockwork’ is mentioned. Would you like to play the selected files?”

“Yes,” said Vlad. “Include the video portions where available, and the thirty seconds immediately prior to and following the mention.”

He turned his attention to the nearest screen. He had a lot of videos to watch.

There was an envelope pinned to it. It was sealed with wax, impressed with the image of a pocket watch and the initials CW. Vlad attempted, and failed, to suppress the growl that grew in the back of his throat. Was this a joke to Clockwork?

He tore the envelope from the screen, ripped it open with equal viciousness, and began to read.

Three cups sat on the tea service tray next to the teapot.

“Are you expecting someone else,” asked Danny, “or am I going to break one of these?”

Clockwork chuckled as he began to pour the tea. “The former,” he said. “Although you may always surprise me with the latter.”

He handed Danny his cup. Danny inhaled deeply. It smelled sweet. “What is it?” he asked.

“A chamomile blend,” said Clockwork. “For calm.”

“I think Sam drinks chamomile before she goes to bed,” observed Danny, offhandedly. “Who’s coming?”

“You’ll see soon enough.”

Danny made a face. “Do you have to be mysterious all—”

The front door of Clockwork’s lair slammed open, and Danny jolted forward in alarm – the only people who regularly did that were the Observants, who didn’t much care for Danny – but Clockwork put a steadying hand on his shoulder and rewound his tea into his cup.

“Clockwork!” came the expected yell. The yeller, however…

“Is that Vlad?” asked Danny, not quite scandalized, but more than a little surprised.

“Why, yes,” said Clockwork.

“Did you – Clockwork, did you invite him here?”

“Other than the Observants,” said Clockwork, “no one can enter unless I will it.” He took a sip of his tea.

“But,” started Danny.

Clockwork raised a hand. “Don’t worry, he’ll find us soon enough.” He repurposed the hand to pat Danny’s knee. “And even should he prove to be in a combative mood, I will not allow you to come to harm. You are safe here, Daniel.”

“Thanks,” mumbled Danny, looking away, towards the door in the sitting room through which Vlad would presumably enter.

Sure enough, a few seconds later Vlad half-flew half-skidded into Clockwork’s sitting room. He leveled an accusatory finger at Clockwork. “You!” he proclaimed, with a great deal of venom.

“Hello, Vladimir, I’ve poured you some tea. Why don’t you sit down? I understand it has been some time.”

“You under-? No! I will not sit down! I will not drink your tea. Not after you abandoned me for over a decade, just like that bumbling oaf—”

“Hey!” interjected Danny, not only because Vlad had once again insulted his father, but because he could tell that Clockwork, regardless of his stoic façade, was actually quite upset.

“Don’t interrupt me, Daniel,” snapped Vlad. “You don’t know what this, this ghost is. What he does. You don’t know that he gets close to you, makes you think you’re friends, and then drops you without a moment’s notice. Did you think it was funny to string along a man in dire straits? Did you?”

“I did not abandon you, Vladimir, I—”

Vlad scoffed and went on a tirade that Danny honestly found hard to parse. But it sounded like Vlad and Clockwork had known each other in the past and then fallen out of contact in a way that aggravated Vlad’s abandonment issues. Which didn’t seem like Clockwork at all, but Vlad sounded extremely certain and insistent, and Clockwork’s upset was actually finding its way into his voice, now. Danny didn’t—

With all the force and abruptness of epiphany, Danny realized what was going on here.

“Wait, wait, wait,” said Danny, putting down his cup. “Vlad, breathe or whatever. Clockwork, you did tell Vlad that you experience time nonlinearly, right?”

“Of course,” said Clockwork, clearly offended.

“But Vlad, ah, had you gone through natural portals often when you met Clockwork? Or, like, did you ever see him without him initiating contact?”

“I didn’t have my portal built yet, Daniel, so, no.”

Danny turned to Clockwork. “Why did you-? No that doesn’t matter. Haaauuuhh, Clockwork, do you have-?”

Clockwork waved a hand and a whiteboard appeared.

“Thanks,” said Danny, picking a marker up from the little shelf on the bottom. He uncapped it, then recapped it. “Actually, before that. Vlad—” he pointed at Vlad, who looked about one second from exploding “—you have some idea of how old Clockwork is, right? Or at least how old ghosts can get?”

“Yes, Daniel,” said Vlad, managing to overlay his supercilious ‘I know better than you’ attitude over his still obvious anger.

“Okay, great. So, just to establish, Clockwork has been around at least since, uh, beginning of time?”

“Give or take,” agreed Clockwork. “Although I have not experienced it all directly.”

“Right,” said Danny. “Just, already, his perception of time is different from our because of age differences.”

Vlad looked slightly less angry, and slightly closer to curious.

“But, then, there’s the larger issue,” continued Danny. This time his uncapping of the marker was decisive. He drew a flat, straight, horizontal line across the whiteboard. “This is our timeline. We deal with time linearly. We’ve also got, I don’t know, parallel timelines, like this.” He drew several more lines. “You following so far?”

“Yes, Daniel, I’ve read my share of science fiction.”

He was probably rolling his eyes. Curse his solid-colored red eyes. It made interpreting his looks and figuring out where he was looking during a fight much more difficult.

“Anyway, Clockwork isn’t on any of these lines. Because he experiences time nonlinearly.” He drew a squiggly up and down line on the board that resembled the world’s saddest sine wave. Or cosine wave. There wasn’t a y-axis on the not-quite-graph, so it wasn’t like anyone could tell the difference. They were effectively the same.

And Vlad still made fun of him for failing math. Danny knew plenty about math. He just didn’t have time to do the work. Mostly because of Vlad.

“Now, that, that is Clockwork’s timeline. It isn’t always in contact with ours. It’s, like, solutions to a system of equations. Nonlinear equations,” he specified, in case it had been too long since Vlad had encountered basic high-school-level algebra.

“It is somewhat more complicated than that, Daniel,” said Clockwork, exasperated. “It’s more of—"

“Yeah, but this gets the idea across more than the whole parade metaphor, doesn’t it?”

“I would say not. This doesn’t even begin to touch on my abilities.”

“That’s because we’re just talking about your perception of time,” said Danny. He considered for a moment. “And also your ability to interact with our timeline.”

“Which includes my ability to perceive multiple timelines.”

“But that’s complicated, and I still don’t get it,” complained Danny.

“It is less complicated than what you are currently trying to explain.”

“To you maybe, but the whole point of this is that you aren’t seeing things the same way we are. You disappeared on Vlad, what, a decade ago?” He looked to Vlad for confirmation.

“A decade is hardly any time at all,” said Clockwork with exasperation. He sipped at his tea.

“It was fifteen years.”

Clockwork made a somewhat dismissive motion with a gloved hand. “It’s a tiny fraction of your life as a whole.”

“It’s… closer to a third of his current lifetime,” said Danny with a wince. “Or a fourth? I don’t know how old you are, dude.”

“I went to college with your parents.”

“I know, and you were already graying then. Your age is weirdly hard to place.”

Vlad gave Danny a look, but his body language was no longer screaming ‘I’m going to beat the snot after you.’ Danny counted that as a win under the current circumstances. He disliked Vlad, but in a fight with Clockwork… Well, Clockwork could demolish just about anyone.

Not that Clockwork would. Just that he could.

“Daniel—”

“Please, Vladimir. Just sit down. Try the tea. I made it for you. I knew you would be upset, although I could not see exactly why.” Clockwork was almost pouting, now. “Fifteen years is such a short time.”

“Clockwork, I’m fifteen.”

“I know,” said Clockwork, patting Danny on the knee. “Your timeline is so small. And cute.”

Vlad was now distinctly on his back foot, offput and disarmed. “His timeline is cute?”

“It is. Don’t worry, yours is almost as cute.”

Vlad opened and closed his mouth like a dying fish. Danny pushed the whiteboard away.

“Don’t worry about it too much,” he said. “Like I said, different perception of time.”

“I really didn’t mean to make you feel abandoned, Vladimir. I simply wanted to give you some time to, ah, how should I put this? Have space? Find yourself?”

Vlad sat heavily on the couch.

“You get used to it,” said Danny. “But, Clockwork, do you think you can talk him into having fewer evil plans? Because, really. There are way too many. Like, one a week. They’re destroying my grades. Have you ever seen anyone else who had weekly evil plans?”

“Evil plans, Vladimir? Really?”

#danny phantom #phic phight 2021 #phic phight #danny fenton #vlad masters #clockwork

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4dtk · 3 years

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“32, 37 hand holding and 3, 26 kissing with rookie actor mark and experienced actor s/o on their first drama together?” yes sure!!! excuse me but i don’t watch that much k-dramas so i’m doing this purely from youtube videos LOL + if it mirrors any other k-drama or is similar then it’s purely coincidence!! just conjuring something up in my mind lol

hand-holding, 32 & 37: not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands / not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out

kisses, 3 & 26: smiling while kissing, giggling while kissing

“what’s that supposed to mean?” mark glances down at you in the field, saying his line that he’s practiced with you countless times. the poor boy was so worried about the outcome of it, having only acted as side or filler characters for the past year. although, with every gig he gets, you’re there to help him reach his fullest potential: practicing his lines with him, going through the different variations of how he could’ve executed it, accompanying him to sets.

even the staff couldn’t mask their shock when they see you walking together with a boy who was sweating his ass off, the familiar murmur of his few lines said under his breath as someone led you two to a common break room.

“don’t mind me,” you raise a hand, used to the starstruck faces that looked your way once the door opened. patting mark’s arm, you said something about supporting your boyfriend before settling beside him to work on hair and make-up. you conversed with him easily, briefly stopping at times to entertain autographs or pictures from the other side actors in the room.

it’s been like that since mark made his debut a year ago, taking up many gigs that you always supported. mark struck jackpot when he lucky to have someone to catch onto his talent, running an audition by him that got him the job (with a bit of persuasion on your side).

a job with you, where your embraces and kisses were not just reserved for the two of you in the comfort of your home, or where your affection was held back due to the intrusive cameras. this was an entirely new variation: of moments taken in private mixed with the recognisable traits of korean drama.

the touch of your skin is familiar to mark, but the words that come out of his mouth feel foreign instead. it’s not often that he spouts something so poetic written by the hand of skilled scriptwriters, but at least now he has more words to tell you when he can’t do it in his normal, unique way.

“exactly what i said. why do you need an explanation?” you giggle, hand wiggling out of the expensive coat that your stylist put on you for this scene.

you can tell mark’s arms are struggling to hold himself up, with a teasing glint in your eye that suggests you’re making fun of his strength. your laugh deepens when you realise he’s waiting for you to say your line, pleading with his eyes. he's not used to it yet.

you wait for dramatic effect. “after all, my love for you needs no explanation,” you swear you see mark release a sigh of relief, able to finally lower himself to you while he rests half of his body weight onto your person. his character’s kisses are soft, not much different from your own boyfriend’s as he deepens the kiss.

“remember how i wondered about how you taste like?” he pulls away to ask, the line referencing an interaction from one of the earlier episodes where his character said the same thing.

“what do i taste like, han jiwoo?” the foreign name rolls off your tongue easily now.

“hm… if i’m being honest, i forgot. i might have to kiss you again to find out,” mark delivers the line perfectly and doesn’t hesitate to lean again for another kiss. you’re sure he’s not acting now.

your mouths do a great job of hiding things, before his tongue swipes across your lips. there’s a squeeze from your hand when he does that, but you grant him access either way, melting into it with a cheeky smile that grows and a heart that feels full.

you can taste the incoming snort from mark but he manages to hold it in with a mere giggle. your kisses start and stop, struggling to get in even a bit of contact from how much you’re laughing. like always, you two hold your kisses to make sure there’s sufficient footage, but you have to admit that it was partially indulgent, too.

the scene was almost over, and when mark brings you to your feet you’re able to breath easier, both from your boyfriend’s weight on you and the released tension in having laid in wet grass for the past fifteen minutes.

his hand twines around yours, dragging you along the field as you run off into the distance, shoving and pulling playfully while the camera prepares to pan up. the last shot is of the two of you holding hands, swinging it like a pendulum before the green of the field disappears and the blue of the sky appear. soon, it fades to black.

“and that’s a wrap! thank you, everyone!” the director shouts. claps are heard and you’re dragging mark by then, stripping off the coat that’s overheating your body. it drapes over your elbow easily, responding to the other’s searching hand as you take it in yours. all the way to the dressing room you head seemed to permanently stay down, continuously bowing to directors, producers, staff members.

all you’re focused on is getting to your next schedule, promising to the cast that you’ll treat them to a meal soon as your shout resonates throughout the space. everyone cheers and you reply with a grin, slipping into the dressing room.

as you remove the hairdo with one hand, you ask randomly, “so? what do you think of han jiwoo?”

mark looks up from his phone, pulling a face while he thinks of an answer.

"well, for one, i'm jealous of him for kissing you." that elicits a laugh out of you, giving him a squeeze with your hand before he goes back to his social media with a smile, "but he's a cool kid. i'm glad i got the chance to portray h..."

a thud from the doorframe snaps you out of the moment.

"ah! s-sorry, mark-sunbaenim, (y/n)-sunbaenim," they bow immediately.

"i hope you don't mind b-but, i just came over to tell you how much i loved your chemistry on screen! it's such an honour to be on set with the both of you, especially you, mark-sunbaenim."

you grin as the other flushes at the compliment, but the side actor continues. you don't mind.

"i'm hoping to get a big role like you too, mark-sunbaenim! i've been watching your other shows, too. the way you give life to a character is always very refreshing," your boyfriend takes refuge in your connected hands.

"and i can't help but notice the love you have off-screen too! it's endearing, (y/n)-sunbaenim. i hope i'll have a love as strong as your hands are held right now!" mark barely manages a thank you as the actor excitedly bows again before making his leave.

once he's out of earshot, you giggle at the scrunched up expression, face warm from the comment about him to your interlocked hands and your relationship.

"that was unexpected," similarly, you packed your things again with a single hand when mark reluctantly stands up, overwhelmed.

"y'know, i didn't even know our hands were connected for that long until he said something." mark groans. you laugh.

"please stop talking, i might actually explode," your lover calmly says, letting you drag him out the back door with your hand in his.

with a small peck, your lips meet the back of his hand, "well before i do, i need to tell you that i vouch for every little thing that guy earlier mentioned. talent in every bone in your body, mark lee."

you flag down your manager's car too fast to see the smile on mark's face, but he's grateful for your heartfelt words as he thanks you with kisses and cuddles later in the night.

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fishytrouble1 · 3 years

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Sidemen Awkward Dating

W2SxReader Fanfiction

Summary: You’re sat minding your own business at the park when a random stranger comes over to meet you. He awkwardly talks to you but you find it cute and endearing, What becomes of this meeting.

You had decided that instead of being stuck indoors that you would go to the park for a little while. However, when you got there it was so busy you searched for ages trying to find a quiet spot.

After a while of searching you found a shaded quiet area under a big oak tree. You loved nature and always felt so at peace there, it was where you were at your happiest. When you had sat down and took a breath you just hoped that the day brought you more of the joy and happiness you were feeling in that moment.

As the hours went on you were so engrossed in the book you had brought with you that you didn’t even notice the loud noises of a group far to the side of you. They were getting progressively louder but you continued ignoring them, hoping that they would go away soon enough.

But it was just your luck they didn’t, in fact you could hear the complaints of one of them as the others kept egging them on to do something. What it was you weren’t sure on. Little did you know that it involved you.

A minute or so had passed before you heard someone stood beside you coughing to get your attention. You look up from your book at the person, expecting to see some obnoxious looking guy there but the person you saw took your breath away.

What you saw was a young blue-eyed, blonde-haired man who was standing awkwardly. You were unsure what his purpose was until he started to speak.

“Ummm...Hi..I’m Harry. Look I’m just going to be honest here. My friends and I are part of this YouTube group, and we were doing a video where the group made one of us do awkward things in public. They know how awkward I get when talking to girls so they made me come over here and talk to you. However I’m more nervous over how pretty you are and that you’re just going to send me away.” He says in a rush getting more awkward as he talks, but you smiled at his awkwardness.

“Sorry, I ramble when I talk to pretty girls.” He says making you blush.

“You think I’m pretty?” You ask not quite believing what he had said.

“Well, i wouldn’t say t if I didn’t believe it was true. Plus you’re the only girl that hasn’t turned me away.” He frowns.

“Why would I turn away such a handsome young man such as yourself.” You flirt.

He smiles at you and offers you a hand up. You take his hand as he pulls you up but you lose your balance and fall bringing Harry with you.

“Well, I knew you thought I was pretty but at least take me on a date first.” You joke causing him to laugh.

You are staring into each other’s eyes and are about to kiss when you hear a group of people shout Harry’s name. You both turn to face the group he was with before you both laugh nervously at being caught in the act. You both rush to get up and you smile. He goes to walk away but you stop him by grabbing his arm.

“You know if you want to take me on that date, you’ll need my phone number.” You grab a pen and piece of paper from your bag and write your name and phone number down.

He takes it, “Y/N. What a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl.” He smiles and walks away.

You turn around to head home when your phone rings. You answer it, “Hello, Y/N speaking.”

“Just wanted to be sure I had the right number.” You turn around to see Harry beaming at you as his friends are laughing and clearly making jokes about what had just happened.

A couple weeks later and you and Harry had had several dates now alongside daily text messages. You had learnt about Harry’s childhood in Guernsey whilst he found out about yours down in Portsmouth as well as why you had both moved to London.

As the days went on you started feeling as though this man was always meant to be a part of your life and couldn’t imagine not knowing him. You were about to leave your apartment to go on another date with Harry when your phone rings and you see his face flash up on the screen.

“Hey, what’s up I was then leaving to come meet you?”

“Well I may have told the guys where we were going and they’ve decided to tag along. I hope you don’t mind. It’s just I find it hard to say no to people and I thought maybe when we get there we can just ditch them.”

“Harry, I don’t mind maybe it is time for me to meet the people who are the reason we started this in the first place.” You say ‘this’ as you haven’t made anything official yet and weren’t sure where you both stood in terms of it being a relationship. “We’re also not ditching your friends, it’ll make them dislike me for dragging you away.”

He laughs and you say that you’ll see them in a bit. When you turn up, you see Harry stood with his back to you. His friends are facing you but you hold your finger to your lips to signal to them not to let Harry know.

You jump onto his back whilst saying, “Hello there Handsome I see we have some interlopers on our date this evening.” You giggle as the guys fake an insult before laughing along with you.

“Hey Y/N, meet my friends; Simon. Ethan, Vik, Josh, Tobi and, you probably know him as KSI, but we call him JJ. Guys this is my...This is Y/n.” You quickly hide your frown over the awkwardness of not being called his girlfriend but you smile at his friends.

“Hey guys, It’s nice to meet the reasons why I met this guy here. And just to let you all know I actually don’t know a KSI so apologies if that’s you but I’ve never heard of him before.” You say honestly. They all looked shocked but quickly get over it.

“So you’re his Y/N are you? If I was you Harry I would ask her to be your girlfriend before she finds someone better.” Ethan Jokes but only the other guys found it funny, you and Harry stood there awkwardly as he faces you and pulls you away from the group for a minute.

“Look, I was going to ask you tonight anyways, but then the boys gate-crashed and we weren’t alone. Things just became awkward. and then Ethan makes that joke, and I’m sorry if you’ve felt uncomfortable at all.” He rambles clearly nervous.

“Harry, calm down. Firstly I’m not uncomfortable, I never could be if I’m with you. Secondly if you were saying that you were going to ask me to be your girlfriend then my answer would be a resounding yes.” You tell him, he smiles and brings you in for a slow kiss. Your first one as a couple, you’d like to add.

You’re broken apart by the voices of his friends laughing and making jokes. All saying either, “OOO” or “I knew it” or “Look it him, that’s our boy.” They made it an awkward ending but then again everything about yours and Harry’s journey had been awkward, right from the word ‘go’. It was however, a comfortable awkward though, and you wanted it for the rest of your life.

#w2s x reader #w2s #Harry Lewis #behzinga #zerkaa #tobi brown #simon minter #vikkstar123 #ethan payne #joshua bradley #tbjzl #miniminter #vikram barn #sidemen #sidemen sunday #awkward

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annab-nana · 3 years

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Bookshelf Confessions - Peter Parker

Peter and MJ are caught in the middle between a relationship and a friendship, a situationship if you will. There are definitely some feelings between the both of them, but when she overhears Peter talking to Ned about them in the library, she pulls you in to listen in with her and the conversation takes a turn you both didn’t expect.

A/N: Hi guys! So this was a late night tiktok inspiration. Here is the video I got it from and I changed the words up a bit to better fit how Peter would talk and to better describe MJ as well but anyway, I hope you enjoy! Oh also, if you guys really want it, I could do a part 2 to this but we will see :)

Part 1 of Books Tell Secrets and Lies

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 3.2k+

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“Ned, I need to talk to you,” Peter whispered to the boy as he grabbed his arm and pulled him between a couple of bookshelves in the library. School had just ended, and the mop of brown curls dragged his best friend all the way to the room filled with books and resources as soon as class had been dismissed.

Though it was a library and you were supposed to be silent, the way Peter was being exceptionally quiet and almost secretive obviously caught the eye of an observant and nosy Michelle Jones. She was about to join the pair, but upon noticing that her boyfriend—if you could even call him that—seemed to try to be hiding something from her, she stopped. If Peter ever had a problem, he would round all three of you guys up to discuss it, needing all of the brilliant sound minds of his buddies to help him make a decision. So, when he was only talking to Ned without you and her included, she got a weird feeling and hung back behind the shelf next to them to eavesdrop.

You were minding your own business as you searched for a book to write your English report—which you thought was ridiculous that you already had a big assignment to complete when it was only the second week into your senior year but that was a topic for another day—and you were walking past the aisles to find where the fiction books of author’s with the last name starting with Z would be found when a hand reached out to grip your arm and tug you into a nearby aisle. You were about to protest until you saw it was only your harmless yet curious best friend. Before you could open your mouth to ask why the hell she dragged you here, her hand quickly but silently covered your mouth, prohibiting you from speaking at all. Her other hand came up to her own mouth as she placed a finger in front of her lips signaling you to be quiet. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your phone.

Y/n: ??

She pointed towards the bookshelf and you heard the mumblings of one Peter Parker, the top of his head hard to miss when it was peering above the dusty books that lined the metal shelf.

You, MJ, Ned, and Peter made quite the friend group. Though you all were fairly different, your similarities brought you together and you loved having them by your side. What made it even better is that when MJ and Peter started their “relationship”, it didn’t mess up the dynamic at all. You all still hung out and you and Ned weren’t uncomfortable with their closeness at all, though you both did want to know if they were actually dating or not.

Since the Europe trip, they have been a lot closer. There was no denying that. You and Ned both have seen the stolen glances and holding hands under the lunch table. There was something going on there that they didn’t want to let on or they were just simply happy being together more often.

When you heard about Peter’s plan to woo MJ over the summer, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you were not a little disappointed. You were ecstatic for MJ, but your heart longed to be in her place. He had looked to you for help in making her swoon since you had been her best friend for years and while you would always help Peter no matter what, it hurt to see him in awe of another girl. Once you found out that MJ felt the same towards Peter and you knew his plan would work, you pushed those thoughts and feelings to the back of your mind, far where no one could find them. You had been a tad upset for a moment, but when you saw how happy they were, there was nothing more you could do but support them.

You still were confused as to why you both were hiding from your friends behind a bookshelf before MJ started typing furiously on her phone to text you.

MJ: peter is being hella sus and i wanna get to the bottom of it

Y/n: you little detective

MJ smirked at you as you both leaned in a little closer to hear better.

“I’ve been hanging out with MJ,” Peter started, running a hand through those beautiful chestnut curls and focusing on Ned who was smiling innocently and nodding along to the conversation. “Everybody thinks we’re dating because I spend my weekends hanging at her house and watching movies or whatever.”

“Yeah,” Ned chuckled, clueless to where the conversation was heading as were you. MJ had a deep feeling in her gut that it would lead to him telling Ned he wants to break up with her even though they were not actually together, but she wasn’t quite sure that was all he had to say.

“She’s on the decathlon team, one of the smartest people I know, and she’s could even be prom queen if she wasn’t so against it.” Both the boys lightly laughed at that as you all knew MJ too well. You had to hold back your giggle while you and MJ shared an amused look before continuing to listen in on the conversation.

“While we study chemistry, there’s a little more chemistry between us if you know what I mean,” you watched the bashful boy sputter while pink dusted his cheeks. You looked to MJ who found the floor to be much more interesting than your gaze at the moment.

‘You guys fucked? And you didn’t tell me,’ you mouthed after placing your fingers under her chin to make her look up at you. Her eyes widened and she shook her head profusely before mouthing back, ‘no, just made out a lot.’ That put your heart at ease a bit yet you still weren’t fond of it, but Peter’s next words caught the attention of you both.

“But I have a secret I must confess,” Peter sighed, eyes flitting down almost as if in shame. Your eyebrows furrowed while your puzzled expression met MJ’s worried one. Your hand reached out to grab hers and your thumb rubbed smoothly over her knuckles, a small gesture you knew provided her with much comfort and though she was trying not to show it, you knew she was getting anxious.

“It’s not her laugh or the way she’d dress. She’s not the reason I’ve been thinking about love,” he muttered with his head still down. Ned let out a light gasp at what he was hinting at and your heart broke for MJ. You tugged at her hand and tried to step forward to lead her out of the library, this conversation being one she did not need to hear, but she remained put. She gave you a sad nod as if saying ‘it’s okay y/n’, so you conceded and stayed with her for emotional support. But you knew the second she left, you would rip Peter a new one if she hadn’t done it first.

“Every weekend we hang out, I lose my cool when she’s around over stupid little things that shouldn’t even bother me,” Peter stated with a huff, angry with himself because of how he felt. If he could love MJ and not feel at war with himself and his feelings, then that is what he would do but he was growing tired of the constant battle in his head and in his heart. “And I don’t know if this is just a crush.”

So, he liked someone else for sure because that was the second time he mentioned something like that. You were growing angry with the boy and you knew that even if he possessed superhuman abilities, your rage would overpower him. Your eyes mixed with sadness and anger sought out MJ again to check on her. She was remaining closed off as always, but she had begun to open up a bit more recently and Peter’s actions were putting her back where she was.

“How do I find the words to tell her,” Peter paused, eyes darting around before meeting Ned’s, “that I’m in love with her best friend.”

You and MJ both stiffened and for some reason, you felt uncomfortable holding her hand now. You were doing it to comfort her as you always have, but you were the girl her ‘boyfriend’ was in love with. Your wide eyes remained trained on Peter and Ned as you waited for them to further confirm your suspicions.

“Y/n?” Ned gawked at his best friend. He had zero clue that Peter felt like this, but he did know you had a small crush on Peter when y’all were formulating the plan to get MJ to fall in love with him. Ned had seen the way you looked at Peter and one day, he saw the tears that brimmed your eyes before you excused yourself to the bathroom, Peter too focused on perfecting each step to see that you were distraught. Ned left as well to go ‘get something from his locker’ and he found you fanning your eyes dry and blowing some air out to calm yourself.

“You like him, don’t you?” Ned questioned as you turned around to hide your embarrassment. You were crying over Peter Parker while helping him get with your best friend. It was silly.

“Hey,” he spoke calmly as he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to hide from me. I saw the tears before you left but y/n, why are you helping him with this if you know he will end up with someone else? Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Yes, it hurts like hell but what am I supposed to do? Tell him I like him?” you spoke sarcastically but of course, he took it literally.

“Yes! That’s exactly what you should do,” he encouraged while you shook your head.

“I can’t do that to him, Ned. He is head over heels in love with MJ. Anyone with eyes can see that and though she will not let anyone know, I can tell she has a crush on him too so who am I to get in the way of that? They will be happy together and I will get over him. I will be okay, Ned,” you told him as you quickly wiped away your tears.

“Promise you’ll be okay?” Ned inquired, holding out a pinky for you to link yours with his. The childish act made you smile, and you did just that.

“I promise as long as you don’t tell him.” Ned nodded in agreement and you two unlinked pinkies. “Now I am gonna actually go to the bathroom to make sure I look fine, and I’ll be back,” you informed him before heading into the restroom.

“Yeah, Ned. I fucked up. I am going to ruin the whole group and their friendship. MJ will hate me and so will y/n for hurting MJ,” he sighed, leaning against the shelf to his right and keeping his eyes down. He felt so bad for this, but this was how he felt and he could not keep lying to MJ.

“Peter, you’re an idiot if you think they’re gonna let you ruin their friendship. They were best friends before you and they will be best friends after you too. You’re starting to sound like Flash,” Ned giggled while Peter shot him a glare, quietening him for a moment. “Sorry, but you should’ve come to this revelation back in June. Things would’ve been a lot easier.”

You had forgotten that they didn’t know you were there, and MJ was about to hear that you had been in love with her fling for a while and didn’t tell her. Again, you tried to get her to leave to spare her from hearing any more, but her feet remained planted. She was not going anywhere and if she wasn’t, you weren’t either. So, you stayed and listened beside her.

“What do you mean by that?” Peter quizzed and Ned’s eyes widened, realizing that he said too much. He let out a sigh before giving in and telling him.

“Y/n’s... kinda been in love with you since before the summer. I don’t know how much before, but she liked you when we were planning how to get MJ to fall in love with you during the Europe trip. I saw her tear up once and then I found out.”

MJ’s hand dropped from your own, her face reading shock and hurt when you looked at her. You felt like shit and you hadn’t really done anything wrong. Maybe you should have told her that you used to have a crush on Peter, but it seemed irrelevant since they were closer, and you never stood a chance so why add drama when it wasn’t needed? She took a couple of steps back before walking to leave the library, leaving you to follow.

“MJ, wait,” you called after her, but she was long gone. Tears filled your eyes as you watched your best friend storm away through the hall where you stood from the library’s entrance. You could have followed her further, but you knew MJ and you knew she’d rather be alone right now.

“Y/n...” you heard the faint voice of Peter whisper from behind you, a warm hand clasping over your shoulder as you turned to look at his freckled face. Under any other circumstances, you would’ve been thrilled to hear that Peter had liked you back, but your best friend’s heart was broken by him because of you as well and you just wanted it all to be fixed.

“You really had to tell him. I promised you I’d be okay if you didn’t tell him,” you spoke to Ned, choosing to ignore Peter’s presence in front of you for the moment.

“I’m sorry. It slipped and I couldn’t get out of it. I didn’t know you guys were right there.” He was right. It was not completely his fault. You two were invading on their privacy. You can’t help what you hear.

“Y/n,” Peter repeated, and your tear-brimmed eyes snapped to his honey brown ones.

“What?” You did not mean to come off angry, but you were aggravated to say the least.

“Are you okay?” he asked genuinely. The softness of his voice and eyes were pulling you in but you were so irritated with him at the same time.

“No,” you whispered, breaking your promise to Ned as he did to you. Peter stepped forward to hug you but your hand on his chest stopped him. “You can’t comfort me anymore. Do you realize what you have done? You have broken MJ’s heart, a heart I didn’t know was capable of breaking. If she sees us hugging, that will just drive the knife in deeper. You hurt me by dragging me into the middle of all this and because I didn’t tell her that I liked you, she probably hates me too.”

Saying that last little bit broke your heart. Your best friend probably hated you. Your crush liked you back, but you could not be with him which was more infuriating than longing for him from afar. You felt angry, upset, and exposed as your biggest secret was out. All the emotions whirled within you and you did let a few tears fall.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. This was not my intention nor how I wanted this to go at all. I’m so sorry,” he softly spoke before trying to hug you again as he desperately wanted to comfort you. He hated to see you upset. This time, you let him. You let your arms circle his waist and your head cry into his chest. You let him wrap his arms around your neck and press his lips to your head, something he had always done when trying to calm you down. You felt like you would have no friends left if you pushed Peter away so why do it? The reason why you should have spoke up and broke you two apart in an instant.

“Wow,” she muttered, saddened brown eyes dancing between you and Peter. “I came back because I wanted to talk this out before I stayed in my room and was left alone in my head, but you know what? I don’t really feel like talking anymore.”

“No! MJ, wait! Please!” you tried to stop her but her cold eyes and raised hand warned you to give it a rest.

“I’ll let you know when I’m ready to talk but until then leave me the hell alone.” And with that, her head of unruly brown crinkles and curls left the building of Midtown for the weekend.

The interaction made you feel even worse as a sob bubbled up your throat. You had never been like this with MJ, and you were scared you were going to lose her forever. Your hand flew to your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound of you crying and Peter was quick to wrap his arms around you again, but now, you shoved him away.

“No, Peter! Can’t you see what this has done? We can’t be together. I don’t want to see you until MJ and I are on good terms and maybe not even then. I just...” you backed away towards the door, “I need to be alone. Ned, I’ll text you later.”

Ned nodded at you with a sad smile and held his pinky up toward you, his silent way of asking if you were okay similar to the promise you two had made months ago. While the action caused your lips to turn upwards only slightly, you shook your head to answer the question. He understood and he and Peter both watched you leave as well.

“Well, I guess I was wrong. You can come between their friendship,” Ned spoke up, trying to lighten the mood with a joke that was way too soon for Peter to enjoy if he ever would.

“Ned, not now. I’ve accidentally broken two girls’ hearts and they both happened to be my best friends. I feel like shit,” he groaned, rubbing a frustrated hand down his face. “I’m just gonna go on patrol to distract myself and then swing home.”

“Okay well, I’m gonna bring this to y/n and check on her before going home. I’d check on MJ too, but she scares me so I’ll just text or call her later,” Ned chuckled while holding up a copy of The Book Thief, the exact book you were hunting prior to the whole fiasco. “But you need to figure out what to do. You can’t ruin their friendship. I understand if they don’t want to be friends with us, but you can’t tear them apart.”

“I know, I know. I really fucked up,” Peter huffed while stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do but I’m going to fix this.”

“You better,” Ned stated before he left the school himself. Now all of his friends had left and were angry with him in different ways. He crushed MJ’s heart and then he crushed yours even more by unintentionally making your best friend hate you. Ned was more disappointed than angry, and he felt bad himself for spilling your secret. This whole thing was a huge mess that Peter had to fix to bring his favorite people back together and he was beginning to wish he had just kept his mouth shut in the first place.

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yourheartonfire · 3 years

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A continuation/conclusion of the hacker protagonist and the villain who tricks them into finding the hero. This turned into a double length snippet, so the Read More is included.

Part one here. Part two here.

In the end, it came down to the basic questions that the protagonist had avoided thinking about from the start: What did they want? And What were they prepared to do to get it?

The protagonist threw their keys in the bowl by the door, sat at their desk and stared at their reflection in their monitors. It had been easier to think of themselves as a victim, as a pawn, as a freelancer dabbling in a bit of wickedness. But now they had a hero's blood on their hands and less than 4 hours until 8:00pm, when the villain would come for them. What do you want? What are you prepared to do to get it?

The protagonist tapped their computer awake. An auto-generated tropical paradise pulled up under their login window, and the protagonist stared at it- white sand, cloudless sky, and clear shallow water.

It was as good an answer as any. The protagonist swallowed, and looked around for their old webcam equipment.

...

223 minutes later, the protagonist was sitting in one of the most exclusive restaurants in town, watching the villain savor a third bacon-wrapped foie gras cube.

"Are you going to eat?" they asked mildly, gesturing to the two remaining cubes on the shared appetizer plate. "I didn't think you'd be the type to sulk."

The protagonist folded their hands and checked their watch. "I'm not hungry," they replied, just as calm.

The villain's brow creased - but their phone dinged and they glanced down. The crease deepened. "I need to take this. If you'll excuse me?" they said, already tapping away.

"Sure," the protagonist said, mouth dry. There was a moment as the villain looked at them. "Oh." The protagonist rose and went in search of the restroom. They shut themselves in and waited, heart pounding.

The protagonist intended to wait five minutes, but after about three there was a tremendous crash as the villain's enormous driver/bodyguard/henchman barged in and grabbed them. He marched the protagonist through the suddenly empty dining room back to where the villain waited, face thunderous. They held up their phone and pressed play.

The protagonist's face - scared but brave - filled the screen. "...forced me into helping them. But I cant stand by and let [Hero] die. I'm setting this message to send in four hours, so if you're seeing this, I'm..." The villain cut off the video with a jab of their thumb.

"You got that fast," the protagonist said, trying to twist their arms out of the henchman's grip. He held on tighter. "I thought I'd have to not eat the main course too before it leaked from the heroes' group chat to you."

"Why?" the villain breathed out.

The protagonist gulped, but lifted their chin. "I'm not the type to sulk. Did you watch the whole thing?" they went on quickly, seeing the villain's face go red. "I also identified your home address and your main hideout. Once the others rescue [Hero], that's probably where they're headed. You can beat them there, to all your stuff, if you hurry."

The villain bared their teeth, but whirled to the henchman. "Hold them at the pier location," they snarled, jabbing a thumb at the protagonist. "We have a date to continue. Later." The villain stormed away towards the kitchen exit, tugging their jacket off. The henchman dragged the protagonist out the front.

...

The protagonist got lucky. The henchman took their phone but didn't bother to gag them or even tie their hands before showing them into the car. The advantage of looking harmless. Though that would make the next part harder.

"That was crazy stupid," the henchman muttered, shaking his head as he pulled them away. "You know what [Villain's] going to do to you?"

"Nothing," said the protagonist, leaning back in the seat with a smile they prayed looked confident. "[Villain's] not going to win this one. You're about to be unemployed."

The henchman shook his head. His phone chimed- he glanced down but tucked it away. "He always wins."

"I texted the video at 8:05," the protagonist said, glancing down at their nails. "I emailed it almost 90 minutes ago. Every hero in town is already waiting for [Villain]- and if that doesn't do it, the unscheduled software update that's been draining his suit's battery should finish him off." The henchman's phone chimed again. The protagonist took a breath and put as much chill into their voice as they could. "You should answer your daughter's texts. Daniel."

There was a beat. Then henchman yanked the wheel right. They pulled over in a squeal of brakes, and he spun to face the protagonist. There it was. Anger - and fear. "Family is off limits," he snarled, failing to hide the terror in his eyes. "If you've hurt her-"

"Quite the opposite." The protagonist waved a hand airily, trying not to imagine the henchman crushing their skull in one massive hand. "Your daughter has just been accepted into her second choice college on full scholarship. Sorry, couldn't hack her first choice in time. Loved her essay, by the way. Go on, check."

The henchman stared, but started texting away. The protagonist waited for the slow dawning of amazement on his face before clearing their throat. "Check your bank account too. You've been paid the next 12 months' salary - better than [Villain] can do as his accounts will be frozen momentarily." The protagonist sneered. It looked good in the rearview mirror. "Except the ones I've moved to my name, of course."

The henchman swallowed, looked back at the protagonist. "What do you want?" he whispered.

The protagonist could barely keep from clapping with glee. "[Hero] will swear he saw [Villain] drag me off to my death earlier today. Back him up. Swear that you didn't recognize [Villain's] dinner date tonight - that it was someone they picked up in a bar. My name stays out of it, and I think you'll find your daughter's grad school surprisingly affordable in a few years."

The henchman flicked open a banking app on his phone. Glanced at the number. Closed the phone. Stared at his hands on the steering wheel.

"Where do I drop you off?" he asked meekly.

...

Not long after, the protagonist leaned their head against cool glass and gazed out at the starry night sky through the window of the villain's private plane. The protagonist's private plane for now - just long enough to quietly, anonymously exit the country.

Villain's arrest - and the revelation of their identity - was all over the news and the protagonist was more and more sure they had done it. They had gotten away. They'd taken only a fraction of the villain's ill-gotten wealth but it was enough of a nest egg to live off for the rest of their life, if they budgeted, made investments, all that.

But the protagonist's thoughts kept drifting to all the projects the villain had left unfinished. They'd had some real good plans going, some with people who didn't realize who they were working with. People who might not notice if someone else starting the answering the emails,, calling the shots. It didn't seem too hard; mostly it just needed someone with a bit of start-up cash and a way with thorny problems.

The protagonist sipped their champagne and frowned thoughtfully as the little plane sailed on, carrying them off towards that sunny beach with warm, calm water.

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kurokoros · 4 years

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games | kenma (kinktober day 4)

Rated: M

Words: 4.1K

Pairing: kenma x fem!reader

Summary: Kenma has been working all day. You decide it’s time for a break.

AN: I was supposed to post the kuroo tentacle fic today, but it’s not done, so I’m posting this one instead. @kozumebri requested Kenma with day 25, so here we are!

Kinktober 2020 Day 25: Cock Warming + 27: Toys + 28: Pet Play

Warnings: smut, cock warming, pet play (the word “master” is used once in dialogue), toys, unprotected sex, overstimulation

As much as you love Kozume Kenma, sometimes you really hate his love of video games.

A pout forms on your lips as you stand in the doorway of his office. Leaning against the wall, you watch him edit another video for his channel. You aren’t sure what game it is now, but he’s been working for hours, and you’ve had just about enough.

It’s not abnormal for you to get bored while he works, and, while you’d normally be content to curl up on his lap and cuddle, lately you’ve been missing him in other ways.

Huffing quietly, you prop your hands on your hips. There’s nothing but smooth skin and lace under your fingertips. You look down at yourself one more time, making sure everything is perfect as you straighten your headband. A giddy smile makes its way onto your face as you touch something soft, excitement bubbling up in your chest. You and Kenma have discussed doing this before, but you just never found the right time between college, work, and all of your other responsibilities. A surprise might just be what both of you need right now

If this doesn’t catch Kenma’s attention, you aren’t sure what you’ll do.

He doesn’t notice you right away as you enter the room, his gaze still focused on the computer screen, his brows furrowed in thought. Your lips curl into a grin. Perfect. It isn’t often that you manage to catch Kenma off guard.

“Kenma,” you purr, practically skipping across the room.

The whiny tone of your voice must pick up over the audio he’s listening to, because he glances at you briefly in acknowledgment, but goes right back to editing. It takes a second before he goes rigid in his chair. The ever-present mask of boredom he wears crumbles away as he does a double-take. Kenma’s eyes widen. His mouth drops open. An audible sound of surprise escapes him as he takes in your lack of clothing, and a deep blush creeps up his neck as his gaze travels all the way to the fluffy cat ears sitting on top of your head.

It’s always been easy to fluster Kenma, and plopping down on his lap half-naked and mewling his name gets you exactly what you want. A choking sound sticks in the back of his throat, and Kenma barely stutters out a garbled version of your name as your arms wrap around him. For a second, he’s stiff beneath you, unsure what to do as you nuzzle against the curve of his neck and shoulder, but his hands quickly find a place on your hips after he takes off his headphones. Nimble fingers brush against bare skin as he relaxes beneath you. His breath stirs your hair as he sighs.

Your lips ghost across the side of his neck, and you press a kiss just above the collar of his sweatshirt.

Kenma shivers, gripping you tighter, and your lips curl with mischief. You can feel the heat radiating off of his flushed skin, and you practically purr when his tentative hands squeeze your hips.

As you kiss the side of his throat again, Kenma wets his lips, a quiet sound leaving him. “What are you doing?” he mumbles, gaze darting between the computer and the cat ears tickling his nose. Slowly, his fingertips glide across your back, unintentionally making you squirm as he reaches for your headband. His other hand rubs circles against your hip, and you nip at him as he tugs on one of the fluffy ears.

“Seducing you,” you tell him plainly, pressing another kiss to the side of his throat.

He stops playing with the tip of one ear. “Oh.”

Pulling away from his neck, you lean your head against his shoulder and blink up at him coyly. “Is it working?” The teasing tone of your voice makes him blush harder, and you giggle as his hair falls around his face bashfully. Even after all the times you’ve done this, he still gets shy sometimes. Giggling, you sit up and press a soft, sweet kiss against his cheek. “You’re so cute, Kenma.”

Huffing, he rolls his eyes, but you can feel his lips twitch, a smile threatening to reveal itself. Kenma releases the ear attached to your headband, both of his hands falling back to your hips. He squeezes fondly, thumbs sweeping across your skin. The tip of one finger traces the edge of your panties, soft, white lace perfectly matching the ears on your head.

You curl closer to his chest. A sigh escapes you as his hands squeeze your hips, less tentative than before. Voice taking on a whiny note, you prop your chin against his shoulder and pout. “You’ve been so busy all day.” Your palms slide up his chest teasingly before you wrap your arms around his neck. “You haven’t even taken a break in hours.” A shuddering breath fans across your lips as you lean in. “Come play with me?”

Groaning, Kenma lets you pull him down to meet you. Your fingers lock behind his neck, your palms cradling his jaw as you press your lips against his. Kenma is pliant beneath you, his hands on your hips and back as your mouth moves against his slowly, coaxing him to play. A quiet sound leaves the back of his throat as your tongue slides against his bottom lip, and Kenma nearly sighs as you suck his lip into your mouth, tugging with your teeth.

The hands on your hips pull you closer, dragging you against his lap. You grin as you settle over the bulge growing beneath his sweatpants. Warmth curls through your limbs and pools in your belly. Kenma’s touches grow firmer, less hesitant as he strokes your back, his lips moving with yours, addicted to the taste.

Your lips leave his with a wet sound, and you roll your hips against his as your mouth moves to his jaw, kissing and nipping your way across his skin while he sighs. Kenma’s eyes flutter shut as his head falls back against his chair. You pull your hands from his neck, fisting them in the front of his sweatshirt instead. Taking the opportunity, you drag your teeth across his jaw before moving your mouth to the side of his throat. His breath hitches. His pulse jumps beneath your lips.

Kenma’s fingers dig into your hips harder, a barely audible moan slipping from his mouth as you kiss your way down his neck, nibbling and sucking at every inch of his smooth skin, intent on leaving little marks behind. Nothing he can’t hide, of course, though you can’t deny the possessive thrill as you imagine thousands of his subscribers seeing the hickeys.

With that in mind, you bite down just a little harder. Beneath you, his bulge presses against your inner thigh as your teeth scrape across his skin. The heat of your breath on his neck goes right to his cock, his sweatpants a thin barrier between you. A faint, red mark and the outline of teeth linger as you stop sucking a bruise onto his neck, and you nip at him one last time, kitten-licks soothing the sting as you roll your hips against his, grinding down in search of sweet friction.

Above you, he makes another beautiful, breathy sound, and you disentangle your fingers from the soft fabric of his shirt, hands moving lower on his torso. Distracted by your lips and tongue, Kenma doesn’t notice you moving until your sneaky fingers are loosening the drawstring of his pants. By now, his work is long forgotten, editing shoved to the back of his mind as your hand slips beneath his clothes.

“Ah,” Kenma gasps as your fingers wrap around his cock. Your touch is teasingly light as you stroke him, your thumb rolling over the tip to smear the pre-cum beading there. Another broken version of your name falls from his mouth, and your lips curl into a smile against his throat. You shift your grip on him, nibbling on his collarbone as his hips rock against your hand, shallowly thrusting against your loose fist.

Your grip tightens around him, and a quiet moan falls from Kenma’s mouth. Fingers bite into your hips.

Kenma’s phone goes off on the desk behind you. Groaning, you drop your forehead against his shoulder. He shivers as your cat ears brush against his neck again, more sensitive than before. Peeking up at him, you silently beg him to ignore it, but he sighs. He looks just as dejected as you feel when he pries one of his hands off your hips and reaches for his phone when the alarm keeps blaring.

Without having to look, you know exactly what it is. A reminder of the deadline he set to have his videos finished editing by midnight.

It’s ridiculous and petty to glare at his phone as he silences the alarm, but you can’t help the frustrated pout that forms on your lips. You’re quick to turn that pout on Kenma, and for just a second you think he might cave under your pleading stare. For extra incentive, you stroke his cock again, gripping just the way he likes it.

His breath hitches. Kenma wets his lips, glancing at you, and then the reminder on his phone. It would be so easy to ignore the little notification and fall into you, but if he doesn’t finish this first, he’ll have Kuroo on his case. “I need to finish these,” he tells you reluctantly. Despite that, he does nothing to stop your naughty fingers from teasing him.

Your thumb rolls over his tip again, and you change the angle of your wrist just the slightest. The moan that leaves him is your reward. “I,” you stress, shifting your hips against his, “think it’s time for you to take a break.” Your breath fans over his face as you say it, your lips back on his jaw. “You’ve been working all day.”

He narrows his eyes, weighing his options as you kiss your way across his jaw. “One hour,” he says. “I really need to finish this.”

Sighing, you pull your hand from his pants and stop the slow path of your lips. You lean back against his thighs, putting just enough space between you to send him a serious look. “Promise?” you ask, waiting until he nods to relax. “Fine.” You move to slip off his lap and find something else to occupy your time with, but stop when he grabs your hips again, refusing to let you move. “Kenma?”

When you look at him again, his gaze is averted. Long strands of hair fall over his eyes as he ducks his chin towards his chest. You wait patiently as he fiddles with the lace on your panties, you head cocked to the side in confusion. He glances at you through his bangs, cheeks a little pink. “Stay?” he mumbles. Gold eyes flicker back to your head, those damn cat ears drawing his attention again. He just can’t seem to tear his eyes away from them for long.

Kenma meets your eyes, his gaze sharp with catlike focus you only see when he’s gaming or in bed with you. “Stay,” he says again, a little louder, a little firmer. You squeeze your thighs together, the command making your breath catch. Ever the observant one, Kenma notices right away. Again, he looks at the cat ears. Swallowing, Kenma wets his lips. “Come here, kitty.”

Coaxing hands urge you to rise off of his lap so your weight rests on your knees. In a bold move, he leans in to kiss you first this time. One of his hands slides away from your hips, and you shiver when his hand drops onto his lap. Kenma shoves down his sweatpants and underwear, his hard cock bopping against his stomach.

What he wants clicks, and arousal rushes through you as he hooks a finger around your panties and moves them aside.

“What a needy kitty, bothering me while I’m working,” Kenma murmurs. His thumb traces your slit, feeling how wet you are already. His cock presses against your pussy, and you roll your hips against him slowly, coating him in your arousal.

Both of you shudder when Kenma gentle guides you down onto his cock, and a sigh falls from your mouth at the familiar feeling of his cock rubbing against your walls. Before you can rock against him or move, Kenma’s hands are back on your hips, holding you still. “Don’t move,” he tells you, already reaching for his headphones. You try not to squirm, not used to having something so still inside you. As you settle into his lap and press your cheek to his shoulder, Kenma leans down enough for his breath to tickle your ear. “Behave.”

You’re content to lounge on Kenma’s lap like an overgrown housecat for nearly half an hour before growing impatient.

At one point, he passes you his phone, and you mindlessly play one of the mobile games he downloaded recently. You curl into his chest, arms hanging over his shoulders loosely. The low hum of the video he’s editing is muffled by his headphones, but you can barely make out the sounds of music and, beneath that, the amused tone of his voice as Kenma clicks away at the computer behind you. The two of you are perfectly still aside from your occasional shifting and the hand that drifts to the back of your neck every few minutes. Kenma’s thumb brushes against your nape soothingly, and you try not to think about his cock buried deep inside you or the way your clit grinds against him perfectly with every subtle shift of his hips against yours.

You’re almost positive he’s doing it on purpose, but it’s hard to tell with Kenma. Sometimes, you think you see a small, satisfied smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, but it’s gone as soon as you look closer.

It only makes you wetter, knowing that he might be toying with you. He might not hold you down and outright deny you, but he has ways of making you squirm and beg for him. The hour isn’t up yet, but you can hardly focus on the phone in your hand anymore, painfully aware of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot and the way your arousal is leaking around him.

You lose whatever game you’re playing and close his phone, stuffing it in the pocket of his hoody.

“Kenma,” you whine, nuzzling against his shoulder. The cute, fluffy cat ears resting on top of your head tickle at his chin. You know he can hear you despite his headphones. When he doesn’t turn away from the video he’s editing, you pout, squirming against his lap to get his attention. Still, he stubbornly refuses to look at you. This time, the fingers that have been stroking the back of your neck fall still. And then, his touch leaves you entirely, his arm resting against the arm of his desk chair, just inches away. Huffing, you grind yourself against his lap.

That gets his attention.

A surprised sound sticks in the back of his throat, barely loud enough for you to hear. Gold eyes flicker in your direction for half a second, before quickly snapping back to the screen. You hide a grin against his sweatshirt as the pale skin of his neck flushes red again. His cock throbs inside you.

You squeeze around him purposely, blinking innocently when he levels you with an annoyed look. He’s just about to turn back to his video when you do it again, your hips rolling forward teasingly to make him focus on you.

The slight friction of his cock rubbing against your walls makes you shiver. You’re hyperaware of every move after sitting still for so long, and you know he must be too. As disinterested as Kenma likes to pretend he is, there’s no hiding just how sensitive he really is. And that’s something you take full advantage of.

Careful to keep your shifting to a minimum, you give Kenma no indication of what you’re about to do. His eyes are on you, scrutinizing you, attentive to every twitch of your fingers and your hot breath on the side of his neck. It clicks when he feels you rise an inch off his cock, but he isn’t fast enough to stop you from sinking back down, your warm, wet walls squeezing around him perfectly.

Your eyes snap up when Kenma murmurs your name, low and breathy. By now, he’s stopped working, his attention solely on you. There’s a glint in his eyes that you know means trouble, and the anticipation of what he might do has heat flooring your stomach.

His expression doesn’t change as he says, “You’re being a brat.” The bluntness of his statement makes your eyes widen, but you don’t deny it. Very rarely does Kenma talk like this, but when he does—you bite your lip to keep from making a sound. Your thighs tense around him, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed. “Do you want attention that bad, kitty?” By now, his headphones are down around his neck. His hands are back on your hips, grip firm yet gentle.

“You know what I want.” The way you grind down against him is anything but subtle.

Kenma’s breathing hitches. The tips of his fingers dig into your sides as he holds you a little bit tighter, stopping you from doing it again. “I thought you were going to sit still until I was done?”

Unable to help the smirk that appears on your face, you press your mouth against his shoulder again. Your voice is muffled as you speak. “Will you give me a treat if I do, master?” The name is tacked on cheekily, your eyes alight with mischief as you lean further into the kink.

A sharp inhale is his immediate response. Kenma looks at you with wide eyes that flicker back to the cat ears on your head. Even while he was working, he wasn’t able to keep his eyes off of them for long. The long fur just seemed to brush teasingly over his skin at exactly the right time, refusing to stray from his thoughts for more than a few minutes at a time.

And that name definitely doesn’t help. You and Kenma haven’t experimented much with dominance; neither of you ever cared to, but something about the way the word master rolls off your tongue makes his thoughts come to an abrupt halt. The heat that bursts in his chest is white-hot and all consuming, and Kenma swallows thickly.

“You are so…” he trails off, shaking his head. His eyebrows furrow, and you blink up at him innocently, still carefully hiding your smile. Though, what he says next is surprising enough to wipe that grin away. “Fine.” He leans forward suddenly, reaching around you to yank open one of the drawers in his desk. The new angle forces his cock deeper inside you, and you bite your lip to smother a breathy whine of his name. “You want a treat, kitty?”

When he sits up again, there’s a small object dangling from his fingers. It doesn’t take long for you to recognize what it is, and when you do your cunt clenches around him.

Kenma holds the small, red vibrator in front of you nonchalantly, sharp gaze focused on the subtle shift in your expression as you stare. Pupils blown wide with lust. Lips parted in anticipation. You’re so close that he can feel the way your breath catches in your throat.

Slowly enough that you could stop him if you wanted to, Kenma moves the toy closer to you, his hand dipping between both your bodies. Your eyes dart back to his as soon as it disappears from your view, and you could swear there’s something in his gaze that you’ve never seen before. Molten gold turned greedy. His stare is nothing short of hypnotic, almost dangerous as they draw you in.

You wonder if you’ve baited him too much, but the thought is abruptly ripped away when Kenma switches the vibrator on and presses it against your clit.

You lurch forward with a squeal as soon as the vibrations buzz against your sensitive nerve endings. Like before, your walls clamp down on Kenma’s cock, your hips grinding down against his as he presses the toy even closer, swirling the tip to mimic the movement of his hands. “Kenma,” is all you manage to choke out, his name slipping from your mouth again as your fingers bite into his arms. Your head falls forward against his shoulder. Tears well in your eyes at the sudden stimulation.

Without saying a word, Kenma holds the vibrator against you, letting you squirm and twitch as he rubs the toy against your swollen clit. Each slow circle has you clenching tighter around him, and your hips grind down against his in a slow, stuttering rhythm that goes right to his cock. His breathing grows heavier with every mewl of his name that falls from your pretty mouth. His free hand tightens around your hip, pulling you even closer.

You’re panting as you roll against him, whimpering and gasping against the side of his neck, barely audible over the sound of the vibrator caught between you. The toy presses against you perfectly, seeming to suck at your swollen clit, and you can’t help the way you clench down around him.

With your arousal coiled into a tight little ball already, it doesn’t take much for Kenma to turn you into an absolute mess in his lap. You’re slick and tight around him, both sensitive from the way you’ve been wrapped around him for nearly an hour now. His work is long forgotten, all of his attention turned to you and the way you’re so close to falling apart.

The vibrator presses even closer. The lazy circles he was drawing against you become more precise. Faster. Tighter. Kenma watches you through half-lidded eyes, breathing heavily as he helps you grind against his lap, letting you set the pace. He drinks in the sight of you like this, clutching at his shoulders and whimpering his name, gasped pleas falling from your mouth as he plays with your clit. You keep getting tighter around him, and his dick twitches inside you.

“Kenma,” you whine as he moans against your ear. A shudder tears through you as he angles the vibrator just right and holds it there. It’s too much. The vibrations. The slow grind of his cock inside you. His hot breath against your ear. The soft sounds he makes as your walls flutter around him.

Kenma cums first. Your walls are tight around him, so warm and wet, and the rhythmic clenching of your pussy feels too good. He grits his teeth, cock twitching inside of you one more time. Hot, thick fluid fills you up as he cums inside of you, and his release triggers your own. You spasm in his lap as your orgasm crashes through you, face buried against his shoulder to muffle your moans. Kenma groans at the way you clench around him, milking him.

Panting, you fall limp against him and nuzzle against the side of his neck, unable to catch your breath with the vibrator still snug against you. You whine. Your thighs twitch around him, tears welling in your eyes as it becomes too much.

Kenma, he doesn’t turn off the toy. The steady vibrations against your swollen clit continue, overstimulating you. You shift on his lap, his cock still half-hard inside you, and shiver as you feel his cum start to leak out around him. If Kenma notices the mess you’re making in his lap, he doesn’t seem to care.

“Ah, Kenma,” you whimper, trying to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure. He doesn’t let you. Kenma’s grip is gentle, but firm, and he rolls his chair closer to the desk, keeping you trapped between the furniture and his chest. “I can’t—” A broken moan cuts you off.

Kenma slides his headphones back on, expression slipping into one of indifference as he glances down at you, still shuddering against the onslaught of stimulation against your sensitive clit. “I thought you wanted attention, kitty?” he murmurs plainly, careful to hide his smile as he turns back to the video he was editing before you interrupted him. “Why don’t you stay there until I’m done.”

#kenma x reader #hq x reader #hq smut #haikyuu!!#hq

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idanit · 3 years

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possibly underappreciated Good Omens fics I enjoyed once upon a time

Indirectly inspired by a video series about fanfiction I watched, I decided to pull together a list of Good Omens fics I have bookmarked as stories I enjoyed, but which have less than 250-300 kudos at the time I’m writing this. No particular order. They’re accompanied by short excerpts from my private fic reading notes (not originally intended to be read by anyone but me, mind), sometimes slightly edited for clarity—and, sometimes, the comments I left on the fics.

This list sat in my drafts for a long time and the recent S2 announcement reminded me of it. I’d love it if it inspired you to do something similar! Spread the love.

And mind the tags, please.

△ = general and teen ▲ = mature and explicit

thermodynamic equilibrium ▲ 7K the author has such an ear for dialogue and is unapologetic about what they want to write the characters like. They think of the characters as a mix of TV and book canon, but they feel like a homemade blend to me. (...) It’s very funny.

such dear follies ▲ 6K I can really picture this Aziraphale—Crowley as well, but her especially. She’s rather distinct. (...) Nice writing.

The Words Were With - △ 1.2K post-Blitz vignette, Aziraphale realizes what he feels and wonders if they're human enough for this. I liked it, and I liked the tag "transhumanism, but in reverse?", too—what an interesting idea. I'd say it's a vignette in a dire need of a follow-up, but, well, there's the show. The show is the follow-up. It fits very nicely within the canon and I totally believe it could have happened, like a deleted scene.

Gossip and Good Counsel △ 19K/? I love their companionship and how they're set up to be opposites by the management even though they get on pretty well. It feels very in keeping with the canon, but I feel like the fact that it's an F/F set in this particular time period adds a meaningful layer to the situation. It's women supporting each other in the world of men, working with the personas that are created for them, but, privately, being normal, well-rounded people. (...) and of course your writing is always a pleasure to read. (...) SDHDGDHDHDG Maisie is truly an Aziraphale.

Crowley Went Down to Georgia (he was looking for a soul to steal) △ 6K This was nice. Based on a song I didn’t know. Crowley goes to a funeral in the USA, one of a fiddler he knew and lost a bet to once. (...) The fic has not one but two songs composed for it and embedded inside it and that makes it even better. I really enjoyed the experience.

The Thing With Feathers △ 18K WARLOCK you'rE HORRIBLE AND I LOVE IT I would read an entire novel-length fic just of Crowley fighting his battles with Warlock. Written like this? It would be a blast. (...) The OCs are believably characterized and well-loved by the story. (...) Everyone seems to need a friend in this house. (...) This was so fun, and at the same time, their mission has weight here (...) We wonder about what the future holds even though we know it.

Here Quiet Find △ 11K This fic aimed for my head and the aim was sure precise. It was a story of Crowley sensing Aziraphale's distress and finding him in a self-quarantined English village in the seventeenth century, tired and anxious. It's hurt/comfort, so there was washing and bedsharing and I had to love it, so I did.

outside of time △ 2K Post-Almostgeddon, (...) nicely-written, short, but strung with a soft kind of tension and unspoken words. There's no drama, just "can we really", and "do you really" of sudden freedom. They fall into being inseparable. Book canon, which I like for this story (sitting on a tarmac). I liked the footnotes. There's a mention of Eliot. All in all, very much yes.

She'asani Yisrael △ 2K It’s Crowley going through a two-hour service and drinking blessed wine. He also keeps an eye on a boy he was asked to. It’s 1946. It was pretty good, so far the best Jewish GO fic, I think, from the ones I’ve read.

To Guard The Eastern Gate △ 11K I loved it. You really made Sodom feel lived-in; the description of Keret, Hurriya and Yassib's house and relationship were great. I got attached to both them and the city (...) Aziraphale and Crawley’s interactions were generally very entertaining. I laughed (...) Your rendering of their voices just lands so well (...) But then oh, the entire ending (...) hurt, hurt a lot, and your descriptions are so vivid.

If you’ve been waiting (for falling in love) △ 14K AAAAA a good ending line. The whole paragraph, in fact. I love a good smattering of philosophy in my fics, and this was really nice. I can get behind Thomas Aequinus's and Crowley's view on eternity. It's (...) a pretty simple fic (...) - the courage to express yourself and take a risk is awarded with winning what was at stake by the virtue of reciprocity - but the way it was intertwined with a study of how they would experience a forever was done well.

Holy unnecessary ▲ 2.2K It's well-written. (...) this is my type of sexual humour if I have any. So subtle. Blink and you'll miss it. Lovely.

The Parting Glass △ 17K Through the ages, they're dancing around their relationship until after the Armageddoff. (...) Wow, this was really, really nice. Very simple in its concept and nothing I haven't read before, but very well-executed. (...) AAAAH I LOVED the first chapter. I always like abbeys as settings, that's a given, but the banter, the good writing, the moral ambiguity!

Name The Sky △ 33K This Crowley is different, but very intriguing. Without his sarcastic talk, and much more animalistic. (...) I love how expressive Crowley is. (...) This fic has a very nice balance of drama and levity. I don't love Crowley-before-the-Fall stories very much, but with this execution I can read about it. (...) Okay I've read Crowley offering fruits, and even Aziraphale biting fruits, but the two of them sharing the apple? Outstanding. Ingenious. What a take.

A Flame in Your Heart △ 5K post-Blitz (why are so many dance fics post-Blitz?), they go to the bookshop and have an actually believable conversation. Then they dance the gavotte. It was really nice! Believable writing, emotions, the dancing! (...) Of course it's too early for them, (...) but the author's note? yeah.

Put down the apple, Adam, and come away with me ▲ 32K At this point it's just reading original stories with characters with names and some personality traits that I recognize. (...) I really enjoy this, the careful dance, the opposition between their views. (...) This is well-written, wow. (...) it's not an easy read (...) this story feels very believably 50s, but also reaches out to the present time.

Liebestraum ▲ 10K/? It really is like music. I'm enjoying the writing a lot. (...) oh my actual god. This, this? Wow, uh. This came for my throat. (...) THE MUSICAL COMPOSITION, THE MOTIF RETURNING, THE AUTHOR KNOWS WHERE IT'S AT (...) Excellent. This hits the right beats so precisely, (...) and with feeling, too.

Down Comforter △ 2.4K and they lay down in angeldown, a soft rug ‘neath their heads– alright. Well, Crowley lies under Aziraphale's wing on a Persian rug after the Apocalypse, and they talk (...). It was sweet.

The Corsair of Carcosa △ 5K Crowley wakes up from a nap, visits Aziraphale for some drinking, and they read The King in Yellow that he happens to own. Good writing, so I'm bought. Aziraphale mentions Beardsley, so I'm bought twice over. My god, a discussion of etheral/occult madness? Caused by some wrong/true reading? Yes.

Very Good, Omens! △ 6K It's rather well-written, well-pastiched. People don't do that too often, nowadays - try to write in the style of a particular writer. (...) I love wordplay like this.

Reviving Robin Hood: The Complicated Process of Crème Brûlée △ 30K it's well-written (...), has a rhythm to it, and quiet humour. (...) Finally some nice, good, light writing. The attention to detail! (...) I'm still reading most of it aloud, the rhythm of it compels me to. (...) okay this does sound like Pratchett&Gaiman, the Good Omens itself (...) The fic is meandering, hilarious, sensitive in all the right places, and overall lovely.

my dear acquaintance △ 1K Oh. Oh. Yes, yes! Aziraphale in Russia, Russia I've never been in, but I can feel the snow and the evening of. Very real, and the bar, too. Attention to detail - vodka flavoured with dill, what on earth? Yes. He would totally have a distinct taste in operas and he would totally complain about a subpar one. I'm glad Tchaikovsky's there.

there is a crack in everything △ 1.8K This was good! Ah. Inspired by a comment (...), I went looking for Mr. Harrison and Mr. Cortese fics—really, what a big brain moment someone had and why have I never thought to look for them? This is Crowley getting suddenly anxious and Aziraphale going out of his way, through all his layers of not-thinking and denial, to console him. I also really liked how the Arrangement is a carefully unacknowledged partnership-marriage.

Scales And Gold And Wings And Scars △ 6K No conflict, no plot, one tiny arc like a ripple on the surface of water on a calm sunny day - of Aziraphale discovering Crowley’s scars. It's the South Downs and it's early summer. They bask and swim in a spring. Non-sexual nudity, love in the air like a scent. Nice.

Nineteen Footnotes In Search Of A Story △ 0.4K This is a Good Omens story told only through footnotes. Your mind can fill in the gaps. Fascinating (...). Also, it’s an experiment so apt for this particular fandom.

Hell on Earth △ 6.5K Oh, I loved it! How could I not love it: it's Beelzebub-centric, it's historical, it has classical painting, and even a hilarious scene with a cuneiform phrase, as if I didn't enjoy this story enough already. There are so few Beelzebub fics out there and I find searching for them very difficult (I accept recs if anyone has any), and it's such a shame, so this was really like a gift to the fandom. I absolutely adore the way you portrayed them, small, frightening, powerful, and confident. Also, it was super fun to see how different Crowley seems when we're not in his POV or in a story about him and Aziraphale. (...)

Go Up to Ramoth-Gilead and Triumph △ 24K Daegaer is... pure class. (...) hdhdhdh what pfttt why you so funny (...) I love this Crowley. (...) This got unexpectedly intense. (...) I love the little nods to the fact that Israelites, especially the poorer ones, still believe in other gods. I also really like that they sleep on roofs. It's just the kind of detail that grounds the story and shows that the author is, in fact, a historian.

#good omens #good omens fic rec #fanfiction #fic rec #idanit reads #i also have a multifannish F/F rec list in the works #all my bookmarks are private but i feel the need to share the love

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lesvegas · 3 years

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My Mod List for Fallout: New Vegas

Some months ago, I answered an ask regarding FNV mods I’d recommend. Over the past few months, I’ve tried many more mods since, and have even removed several mods from the original list. I decided to remake the list, both in this post and also in this doc for the sake of documentation.

These are both for my own reference and for anyone who’s looking for mod recommendations. Keep in mind my preferences for mods tend to be smaller-scale, quality of life and immersive mods, and I’m not super into big story mods.

This is a long one, so I’m putting it under a readmore.

You’re gonna wanna start with this mod configuration menu, which helps to manage mods in-game.

Fixes & Script Extenders

Most of these are necessary for a stable game and for the rest of the mods listed here.

New Vegas Script Extender (NVSE) - You’ll need this for most of these to work at all.

Yukichigai Unofficial Patch (YUP) - A compilation of vital bug fixes with no further additions. Just bug fixes.

Unofficial Patch Plus - A collection of supplementary bug fixes to be used alongside YUP. Includes improved versions of popular NVSE bug fixes.

New Vegas Anti Crash (NVAC) - Says it right there in the name.

JIP LN NVSE Plugin - An extension of NVSE that restores broken features and supplies bug fixes; read through this one before toggling anything.

JohnnyGuitar NVSE - Another NVSE extender.

FNV 4GB Patch - Simple patcher to make Fallout New Vegas 4GB Aware.

Throwable Weapon Fixes - A collection of fixes for throwable weapons and projectiles.

Overhauls

New Vegas Character Expansions (NVCE) - Probably the only character overhaul that just makes everyone look a little less potato without making them look hollow inside. (NOTE: This may make some characters have white faces. If this happens, the fix that worked for me is at the bottom of this post)

Water Overhaul - Overhauls various aspects of water, making radiation-free water more scarce and allowing you to refill bottles anywhere with a water source.

Starting Gear Overhaul - Adjusts the gear you start with to be more sensible and catered to your tagged skills. Recommended using along with JSawyer Ultimate.

Mojave Raiders - Adds more raiders to fight and balances their loot.

Mojave Wildlife - Adds hundreds more levelled, vanilla-friendly creature spawn points throughout the whole Mojave, based off unused vanilla levelled lists.

Mojave Arsenal - Adds ammo variants, reloading parts, and weapon mods as loot; fixes item naming conventions; improves recipes; and adds options for configuring GRA.

The Living Desert - Adds hundreds of NPCs and several scripted events; people patrolling the roads, travelling between towns, occupying locations.

Faction Map Icon Overhaul - Changes faction-related icons on the Pip-Boy map, for example Camp McCarran and the Mojave Outpost’s icons are the two-headed bear, the Fort and Cottonwood Cove are the bull, etc.

Immersion

New Vegas Enhanced Camera - Enables visible body and player shadow in first person, will let you remain in first person when you would otherwise be forced into third person (death/knocked down/etc).

Barton Thorn Acts Normally - Barton Thorn seeks out the player himself to ask for help with the geckos.

Clarity - Removes orange/blue tints.

Harvestable Cave Fungus - Self-explanatory.

Better Pickup Prompt - Makes several improvements to the HUD pickup prompt that appears when you look at an item. (NOTE: This mod has been discontinued, but seems to still work).

Realistic Safehouse Upgrades - Gives every safehouse a workbench, reloading bench, camp fire and more containers to make them feel like home.

Eddie Hears And Explosion - Fixes one of the clunkier moments in the game, near the end of the Powder Ganger questline.

Neck Seam Concealer Necklaces - A wide variety of necklaces that perfectly conceal the seam connecting characters’ heads and torsos.

Vanilla Hair, No Shine - Makes the default hairstyles have less obnoxious white shine.

Light Step ED-E - This mod gives ED-E the Light Step perk, preventing him from setting off mines and floor traps.

Hi-Res Vanilla Posters and Graffiti - Posters and graffiti have x2 upscaled resolution, with no ugly blurring or sharpening.

Mojave Nights - Mojave Nights combines my Enhanced Night Sky mod with a brand-new, highly detailed moon replacement for complete night-time realism.

Functional Post-Game Ending (FPGE) - Adds a fully functional post-game world to the game, where you will realise the consequences of your choices.

Just Vanilla Sprint (JVS) - A simple vanilla sprint mod. Requires JIP LN Plugin (scroll up to Fixes & Script Extenders).

Animated Maize Fields, Park Equipment, Poseidon Energy Signs (personal fave), Sunset Sarsaparilla Rotary Entrance, Rotating Brahmin Rotisserie, and Foliage. This mod maker has tons of immersive little animation mods; I recommend looking through all of them.

JSawyer Ultimate Edition

JSawyer Ultimate Edition - JSawyer's popular mod, fully re-implemented from the ground up. A ‘meant-to-be’ mod which changes elements of the game to how they should have been from the start.

JSawyer Ultimate Edition Patches - Patches for using several popular mods alongside JSawyer Ultimate Edition.

JSawyer Mod Vanilla Number Of Perks - Changes the final total number of perks acquired by level 34 from the JSawyer default of 17 to the vanilla default of 25.

Perk Every Level, Cap at 100 - JSawyer Ultimate Edition caps the player at level 35. Once I reached level 35, THEN I installed this mod, which was the only increased level cap mod that worked for me. It doesn’t add perks after that, though; I have to add perks manually.

Restored Cut Content

Uncut Wasteland - Restores a huge amount of scenery and little random things which were patched out of the game post-release.

The Moon Comes Over The Tower - Restores the rest of the quest given by Emily Ortal, which requires you to go H&H Tools Factory, Camp Golf, and North Vegas Steel.

Vanilla Intro Plus - Restores the bit of the intro where Victor pulls the courier out of their own grave.

Classic Fallout Floaters - Adds Floaters into New Vegas based on information and cut content found within the files. Can be found where Centaurs lurk.

The Strip Open - Removes the gates and excess loading screens within the Strip.

Legion Quests Expanded - Provides more Legion content by adding or expanding several Legion quests. Needs compatibility patches.

Karma and Reputation

Karma Changes - Changes the karma alignment of some NPCs, like making Caesar Very Evil instead of Neutral.

Lonesome Road True Faction Allegiance - The parameters for your allegiance has been altered to reflect on your quest status, rather than reputation. This is reflected in Ulysses’ dialogue and the courier duster.

Powder Ganger Rep Fix (Ghost Town Gunfight) - A quick and easy fix that removes the Goodsprings Powder Gangers from the PG Faction.

Negative Karma for Gravedigging - Gives the player bad karma every time they dig up a grave.

Quests

Autumn Leaves - A DLC-sized quest mod in a centuries-old library inhabited by sentient machines with a mystery to solve.

Boom to the Moon - A short but sweet quest investigating a moon base featuring some of the best interiors I’ve ever seen in a video game. Walkthrough required, though, and be sure to install the failsafes.

Snow Globe Quest - Adds quest markers to all the snow globes you find for Mr. House.

Benny

Benny Returns - Returns Benny to the game as a companion. Be sure to read through the mod description carefully before saving him from the Fort.

Bi Benny: The Re-Bennying - Edits Benny's Black Widow dialog to work with Confirmed Bachelor couriers, with altered working voiced + lip sync dialog. It’s a little rough but it works.

Save Benny Without Angering The Legion - This mod makes you able to save Benny at The Fort without angering the Legion or breaking their questline.

Less Serious Mods

Benny’s Aid - Funny Simpsons reference.

Mr. House Portrait Fix - Gives the portraits of Mr. House the Platinum Drip.

I Got Spurs - Adds a set of lucky spurs to Doc Mitchell's house that can be worn with any clothing. They can be found on top of the Vigor-Tester.

Legate Caravan Showdown - Allows you to duel Legate Lanius in a game of Caravan rather than combat.

NVCE Pale Face Fix

Literally copied from some forum, the usual .ini fix didn’t work for me but this one did:

Another .ini fix, but this time the file is FALLOUT.INI, found under "C:\Users<your Windows username>\Documents\My Games\FalloutNV". Open it up in your text editor of choice, and search for the line:

bLoadFaceGenHeadEGTFiles=0

and change the 0 to 1, so it looks like:

bLoadFaceGenHeadEGTFiles=1

In the page on the Nexus it actually says to change that value in both a Fallout.ini file AND a FalloutPrefs.ini file, both in the My Games\FalloutNV folder.

#fnv #fonv #fallout #fallout new vegas #mods #mod list #fnv mods #fallout mods #mod

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sophiainspace · 3 years

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Mick & Zari 2.0 + social media

My Zari 2.0 voice seriously needs work, but I couldn’t resist a ficlet for this…

Someone bangs loudly on Zari’s door one evening. When she finally extracts herself from Catchat and opens it, she comes face to face with Mick. He’s managing to look even more sullen than usual. “The Rogues are on the internet,” he grumbles.

Zari blinks at him. “The who?”

“My old crew. I wanna know what they’re up to. Explain it to me.”

She tilts her head at him. “And what makes you think I won’t leave you in the dark out of respect for their privacy?”

Mick laughs. “Privacy? You? Nah. Anyway, it’s all public. It’s… whatsit. Social murderer.”

“Media,” Zari corrects patiently, because she knows Mick only does that as a defense mechanism, and she understands the need for shields and masks. “You seriously want to see what an old crew is doing? Why do you care?”

Shuffling from foot to foot, Mick shrugs. “They’re kinda like the Legends. You know - family. One of ‘em might as well be my baby sister. I helped raise her for long enough.” His gaze drops to the ground. “She put a thing on Twitter.”

Zari feels herself grin. “Oh! You want to spy on your little sibling using the considerable power of social networking. That, I can help with. Come in.”

Mick frowns as he follows Zari into her cabin. “I’m not good with the internet.”

“You write books, don’t you?” She opens her laptop. Probably better to start with a decent computer screen, than on a fiddly phone. She doesn’t even know if Mick knows how to use one of those.

“Yeah. On a typewriter.”

Zari sighs - she can already tell that this is going to be another evening like the torturous night she spent trying to explain TikTok to John - and opens Twitter, setting the temporal software to access the feed from September 2021. She pats the empty seat beside hers. Mick sits down at once, all awkward limbs in the small-ish chair, which is kind of adorable. “Okay. What’s her username?”

“Huh.” Mick stares up at the ceiling. “Gideon, what was the name on the thing she sent me?”

“Golden_Girl_85,” comes Gideon’s amused voice.

Zari pauses. She knows that username, a little too well. “Golden Glider is your surrogate baby sister?”

Mick sits forward in his seat. “Yeah. How d’you know her?”

Probably best not to tell Mick that Lisa Snart is quite the Twitter celebrity, in his time. Nor is Zari going to mention that she used to look up influencers through history for ideas, and ended up with a serious crush on the Golden Glider of the 2020s. “Oh, news compliations from your time, that kind of thing.” She fills out the search field, bringing up Lisa’s latest posts. “Is that the tweet she sent?”

Peering at the screen, Mick shrugs. “Couldn’t open it. Looks about right.”

Dressed in a gorgeous gold-studded leather jacket and perfect understated makeup, Lisa Snart is beaming at the camera, holding open a big duffel bag. If it were anyone else, Zari would be asking if those were real diamonds. She doesn’t bother. “She needs Instagram,” Zari murmurs appreciatively. “Or Catchat, but that won’t be a thing for a while, for her. Shame.” She catches Mick looking at her like he’s about to start glaring. “Well, that’s her account,” she says quickly. “I’d like to say it’s unwise of her to post stolen goods, but I have a feeling she knows how to cover her tracks.”

A rare smile breaks out on Mick’s face. It’s almost proud. “Damn right, she does.” He pokes the screen. “So I just go to Twitter and I can see her stuff, right there?”

“Yeah, if you can remember her username, but what you really need is to follow her.” Zari’s fingers fly across the keyboard, even as she’s internally bemoaning the lack of decent voice control. Ridiculous 2020s computers. “Let me set you up with an account. Hmm.” She smirks at Mick. “What do you want for a username? Firestarter_70?”

“I hate you for knowing when I was born,” he grumbles.

She pats his arm. “You couldn’t hate me if you tried, sweetie. And soon you’ll have just as much delicious free access to everyone else’s personal information.” She turns the screen so he can see his profile better. Well, he did turn up without his reading glasses. “There. One Twitter account, nice and anonymous. Now you can stalk as many of your old co-workers as you want.”

Mick narrows his eyes. “I want one of those little pictures.”

Zari manages not to smile. “A user icon? Sure. A photo, or something symbolic?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, scanning through search results for Heat Wave. She’s delighted to find a very artistic hand-painted image of the heat gun. She is not going to explain fan art to Mick. “There.”

Mick nods. “Ahhh. Good.”

“I’m glad you approve. And now I’ll just set you up to follow Golden Glider, and then we’re—”

“And the others.”

Zari sighs. “You want to follow the other - what did you call them - Rogues?”

Another firm nod. “That’s right.”

Her cursor hovers over the search field. “Got any usernames?”

Mick grunts. “One’s called Weather Wizard. And there’s Axel - can’t remember his code name. And Boo.”

Well, those are some ridiculous names. “You have a friend called Boo,” Zari echoes flatly.

“Ain’t her whole name. Peek-A-Boo.”

Any minute now, Zari is going to give up sighing, and take up growling like Mick. “Let’s see who Golden Glider is following.”

Mick’s eyes are wide at the screen. At least he’s entertained. “And then - what’s it called, the one Len liked. Facebook.”

Scrolling through Lisa’s following list, Zari gives Mick a defeated nod. “Fine. I can show you how Facebook works. Well, I can try. It’s a graveyard in my time.” She laughs. “It’s near enough a graveyard in your time, but I’ll give it a go.”

Mick nods in approval. “And what’s the one Rosa’s got… Instagram? She wouldn’t stop going on about it when I was in Central City last.”

Zari tries to imagine Mick Rory on Instagram. She has a hard-to-ignore fear that this is not going to go well. “Fine. If you promise not to post there.”

The put-out grunt is kind of cute. “Why can’t I post? Maybe I got pictures to show people.”

“Because you will offend the entire world, all at once,” Zari tells him absently. “Probably with something unhelpfully misogynistic, and not everyone knows you well enough to see the good heart under all that posturing. Do you know someone called Ragdoll?”

Mick yelps and covers his eyes. “No pictures of that clown!”

He doesn’t look much like a clown to Zari. More like a very skilled contortionist. Still, filing away the potentially useful knowledge that Mick isn’t keen on clowns, Zari keeps scrolling.

Two hours later, they’ve found all the various accounts of the Rogues, and Mick is using Facebook like he was born for it. Which, given his age, seems about right.

“Now TikTok,” he demands, bouncing in his seat. “The weasel told me he’s got a video there. If he gets a video, I want a video.”

Fascinated to have found out exactly where the limits of her patience are, Zari shows Mick out.

#headcanon ask game #mick rory #zari tarazi #gen #my fic #legends of tomorrow ficlet #none of us can queue this alone

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