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You could always ramble about…your favourite things from Twisted Wonderland👀👀👀

By gosh friend, you're RIGHT. Thanks for the suggestion! (In relation to this post.)

Here are my favourite things about Twisted Wonderland:

The character designs

Unsurprisingly, one of the strongest aspects to Twisted Wonderland are the character designs by Yana Toboso, mangaka of Kuroshitsuji. Her art style is so clean and crisp, with thin line art, beautiful colours, and costume/clothing designs that are breath-taking. Even if you think some aspects are a little busy (ex: Heartslaybul's dorm uniform) there is a clear theme. Truthfully, I think her clothing designs are on the same level as CLAMP who in my mind are mangaka Queens of clothing design.

2. The characterization

Now, I admit I don't know how much of this is in Yana's hands VS Disney executives for Twisted Wonderland, but I think all of the main cast have fun, colourful personalities that are more than surface appearance. It would be easy to fall into tropes, but every character goes beyond their "character trope". Example, Vil who as I said in a prior post, surprised me with his character depth.

3. The story

I love the writing in Twisted Wonderland. I find every book fun and entertaining. Every event is also very fun, with characters you don't expect to interact shoved together. Adding vignettes to the cards also helps establish more characterization for the cast and develop the world. Also, I really love the trend of past book dorm coming in to help us in the next book.

4. Events

Speaking of story telling, I really love the events. Not just for the story telling aspects mentioned above, but the fact that they're evenly spaced. I like the time allocated to complete each event and I don't feel smothered by endless event upon event. (Something I think Obey Me! does and it really mentally drains me.)

5. Twistunes

Not sure if this an unpopular opinion, but I have always been a fan of rhythm games. I find the challenge fun (even when sometimes getting that SS for hard mode is a giant PAIN) and rewarding. It's also why I've 100% completed every Twistune so far (in the English server).

6. The music

Tying into my previous point, I really love the music in Twisted Wonderland. I think every dorm's music perfectly fits the dorm's aesthetic and style. My favourite one so far, by the way, is Octavinelle's jazz music.

7. The ships

Like any fandom, ships are a natural progression of the fandom's interaction with the material. I think some of the ships to come out of Twisted Wonderland are fantastic. I already talked in a prior personal post my favourite Twisted Wonderland ships, so I won't say too much more here.

8. The unique magic

I'm always a huge sucker for magic unique to the caster. Usually it ends up a reflection of the character's personality. One gripe I have with fantasy series are magical abilities that are too generic. Not that I have anything against elemental magic, but giving a different spin on abilities really helps make the ability and character stand out.

While sometimes for Twisted Wonderland characters their unique magic reflects the Disney character they're twisted from (most notably Azul and Jamil's in my opinion), I think in the end they're not just copy and paste.

(Side note: My favourite unique magic (so far) is Vil's. Second goes to Riddle's due to the sheer hilarity of him screaming "Off with your head!" and having a big, tacky collar snapped around your neck. I actually have a mini list of my favourites but we'll save that for another day.)

9. The ease in rewards (for pulling characters)

Another game play aspect that might seem silly to mention, but hear me out. I think mobile games live and die by the way they treat Free to Play players. Mobile games that are less generous tick me off because if you're not going to treat FTP players right, just make your game a full-fledged game that I pay to buy. No one should have to be severely punished for being a FTP player, as not everyone has the money/desire to spend on a game but still wants to have a good time.

Twisted Wonderland is probably one of the best games (at least from my roster of mobile games) to give rewards that make it easy to summon. The keys from the birthdays are a huge point for me, as you are not limited to using them on the birthday banner. They also gave us TWO sets for Jade and Floyd which Surprised the Hell out of me.

Now admittedly I don't play a lot of gacha games (my main one being Fire Emblem Heroes), but Twisted Wonderland is on my list for "pretty generous".

(Which, side note, I also like that in a 10 pull you're guaranteed a SR. It's the least you can do to not just reward players who save their rewards, but also keep pulling something that players want to do. Gacha games live and die by summons.)

10. The ease for beginners to play

Again, this might be something odd to mention, but this is coming from someone who plays Fire Emblem Heroes and has to deal with over-bloated meta and text descriptions that Literally Need to be in Small Font. (I am looking at you Duo Ephraim's weapon refine :/ I don't care that majority of you is clarifying what a Bonus and Canto (Rem. +1) means. Yes, I understand this makes no sense to anyone who does NOT play FEH.)

I think Twisted Wonderland is largely a game that is easy for people to pick up. There is little terminology or "stats", if there is a meta game, it's relatively light and not 100% necessary to understand, and in story mode most things are set to easy.

So, there we have it. Things I like about Twisted Wonderland presented in a ten reasons list because Why Not?

(Bonus: I like Twisted Wonderland because you also play it and so we can share and talk about it to one another :D)

#personal #replies #thanks for sending this friend! #twisted wonderland

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Hero Santa

Sero x fem!reader

Warnings: yellow sour fruit, swearing

A/N: wow it’s been a long time that I’ve posted a oneshot. Sorry about that. My job keeps me busy and the fic I’m writing takes priority. This isn’t a request either so I’m ;;; this is entirely self-indulgent. I’ve just discovered a newfound love for mr. tape boy and wanted to write something about him. There’s a lot of cringey things in here. Like, secondhand emebarssment type things. But I just wanted to write something funny and wholesome, straying away from the incessant dubcon that litters my blog. If this makes you embarrassed then I think I’ve done my job right? If this makes you smile, then double points for me, I guess! Also, fuck you, I'm still mourning the loss of blockbuster movies so it exists in this one shot. huzzah.

You barrel in through Sero’s threshold, clutching your sides as you bust out laughing, exhilarated from you and Sero’s grand escape from a dastardly encounter— you seeing your ex boyfriend in public. Sero flings himself after you, clamping his hands down on your shoulders practically shaking as he tries to catch his breath.

“D-do you think he saw us??” He snickers, twirling around you to throw his house keys down on his front door counter top.

“I’m sure he did! He said my name right before you grabbed me!”

Sero’s grin widens as he sifts through your bag to grab one of the many sweet treats he picked out for the both of you. “But are you really sure that he saw us?”

“Sero, you literally spider-manned us out of blockbuster. The entire store saw us! They’re going to have to get a long ass ladder to get that tape off the ceiling!” You grin at him and with your best, most formal tone, you mock, “that was quite indecent, young man!”

“Ehhh. I’m sure they have somebody at the blockbuster who was like a leg extension or flying quirk. They’ll be fine!

You snort. “I can’t believe you just referred to blockbuster as ‘the blockbuster’ like you’re some kinda old lady!”

“Now, why don’t you make a decision on what my identity is? Who am I: Spider-Man or Gammy NumNums?”

“Who am I to say? I don't know Spider-Man’s secret identity. How are we so sure that Gammy NumNums herself isn’t Spider-Man?

“Oh shit, I think you’re onto something there.” Sero plops down on his couch, setting his treats down on the table next to it. “I’m really living the greatest triple life, huh? The best of all worlds.”

“I’ll say.” You mosey into the room, vibrating with happiness and comfort you get whenever you’re in Sero’s house. You nod at the pile of blankets he has at his feet. The two of you are going to be having a blanket fort movie night, something you’ve been looking forward to all week long. “Shall we get started?”

“Nah nah nah, lemme take care of all of this! Can you get the popcorn ready?”

You nod and grab two different packets from your bag. “Butter or kettle? I couldn’t decide.”

“What do I look like, an animal? Butter! Buttery butter. I want my popcorn to slide off my fingertips!”

You mock a gag. “I think maybe you are an animal,” you say and throw a pillow at Sero’s face before hopping to the kitchen before he could retaliate.

You leave the room with a giant smile on your face. Back at the store, you let yourself freeze in front of your ex while a thousand thoughts ran through your head. It’s always been odd seeing him in public after the two of you broke up, but every time you have seen him, you’ve been able to hide yourself immediately. Thankfully Sero was there when you were discovered and you recovered from your mental paralysis as soon as he swung the two of you out and away from him.

Sero has really been a special kind of hero towards you since your breakup. He’s been nothing but supportive of you— there for you whether you needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to bring a smile to your face. Sero is your guy. Sometimes both! You recall an instance where you were done crying but had said something along the lines of “my heart might be broken,” and without hesitating, Sero clicked out a piece of his tape and placed it over your chest, telling you that he’d be there to fix it. That’s when you first realized that maybe your heart could change fall into a new direction. He has really become something very… special to you. You find your heart skipping a beat during certain instances. If his hand lingers on your waist for a second longer than you’re used to, your mind goes haywire. It’s funny— you know you have feelings for him, and you’re pretty positive he might reciprocate those feelings, but the two of you avoid saying anything about it like the plague. You’re completely comfortable with him, but sometimes when you’re alone, when you’re close, the air grows thick with tension and the two of you sit in silence until one of you inevitable break the silence by making some lame joke. But god, sometimes you just want to hold the boy down and smooch his face!!

You pause in the hallway to check yourself in the mirror, pursing your lips as you turn to inspect your teal blue pajama bottoms. You sigh, embarrassed to have been in public with your lounge wear: slippers and all. If you had been expecting to see anybody, you would’ve done your makeup, maybe put on a skirt and some cute boots, but he saw you looking like a slob with a shit ton of candy in your hands.

After you pop your corn, you return to Sero’s living room, amazed at how quickly he made the fort transformation. Blankets hang from the walls and ceiling, cascading down with nice curves centering on an arena of fluffy pillows with Sero sprawled out in the middle, languidly pushing chocolate covered cookie dough into his mouth while he bats at the controls to get the movie started. You pause at the doorway, shifting your weight from one leg to another nervously until he looks at you, lifting a brow when you bite your lip.

“I know,” he says with a grin, “I’m absolutely brilliant.”

“You’re just alright.” You take you seat next to the boy, and burrow your cold feet under his legs. He gives you a funny grin, but you shrug it off. “I’m cold!”

“I think I-“ Sero presses his lips together, a worried look crawling over his face “-I’m certain I spared a blanket or two for us to actually use.”

He takes a moment to look around and after he finds nothing, he gives you a wide eyed stare. “Oh no.”

“See, this is why you're just alright.”

Sero hops up. “No, no, no— I’m not just alright. I’m the king of this here fort.” Sero raises his hands to feel around for a blanket used for the roof that’s unnecessary for the structure. His shirt lifts, exposing his tight midriff to you, and you tell yourself to look away, but you just can’t bring yourself to. Your eyes linger on his naval before drifting down towards his gray sweatpants where you can definitely make out the outline of his dick. You could scream.

“Do forts usually have kings?”

“This one does.”

You get to you knees, fully aware of how it might look to him if he so much as glances down, and ask, “if you’re the king, what would that make me?”

“That’s easy,” Sero says, carefully peeling some tape off a loose blanket, “you’re the princess.”

“HA! So you’re my dad?!”

Sero snickers before his eyes meet yours, blanket falling into his hands. He hesitates for a moment while he looks down at you, his brows furrowing as the tips of his ears grow to be a redder hue.

“Absolutely not,” he whispers in a tone softer than you’re used to. The blanket fall to the floor, but Sero stays stock still, eyes glazing over as he takes in your suggestive position.

“Then how does this work?” You quip, growing all the more embarrassed that you’re practically begging for him to make a move while at the same time, doing absolutely nothing.

“Don’t you remember?” Finally, he crouches down, leveling his head with yours. You can feel his breath dance across your face as he continues, “I swept you off your feet. Stole you right out from under the nose of a beastly emperor. The princess is merely a guest at my fort; it’s a safe haven for her.”

“Then one could say that the princess owes the king a lot for saving her life…”

“The king is only happy when the princess is safe and happy. She owes him nothing.”

“Is that so…?” You reach a hand into the popcorn bowl, grin sinisterly at ‘the king’, and buck a handful of the buttery goodness Sero loves so much right at his face. “Little did you know, the princess has been planning to assassinate the king in order to take the fort for herself!”

“Damn you, princess!” Sero laughs, throwing his own handful right back at you. “The king has been betrayed one too many times after giving in to acts of charity!”

“The king is a fool!” You yell, swinging a pillow at his face, knocking him back into his cushioned seminar. “Long live princess me!!”

Sero moves to remove your assault weapon from his face, only to have you climb on top of him to pin his hands behind his back

“You suck.”

“You sure wish I would.”

“I—“ Sero’s face flushes beat red while you smirk down at him. You tighten your thighs hold around him but get distracted by something poking your chest. It’s popcorn.

“Oh. Ew.” Without thinking, you pull the bits out from your bra and pop them into your mouth. Sero gives you a funny grin and it’s your turn to flush. You hide behind your hands and cry, “GAHH! I’m not a princess! I’m a troll!”

Sero uses this opening to his advantage, grabbing onto your hands and using sheer strength, flings you onto your back, panning you down against a pillowy wonderland.

“Ahhh curse your hero training,” you laugh, wiggling your legs around so you can lay more comfortably under your faux assailant.

“Troll princess,” Sero sighs, his warm breath cascading down your neck, causing shivers to prickle all across your body, “I've got you now.”

“Oh nooo.” You toss your head back, subtly lifting your pelvis to press against his. Heat floods into your belly when you feel his hardening erection pulsate against you. This isn’t what friends do and you know that. He has to know that, too. “The King’s got the poor, helpless princess locked beneath him. Whatever can she do? Whatever will he do?”

Sero goes silent. His eyes scan over your face, lips patting when they land in yours. You’re unsure of what to do— what to say. At this point you might as well tell him to kiss you.

“I don’t wanna play this game anymore,” he says in a sort of morose way. You heart falls and your stomach goes to knots. Maybe you were wrong about him feeling the same way for you do? Maybe the two of you are just really good friends. But his hands don’t move from their pinned position.

“Sero… we don’t have to do this if you don’t w—“

Your sentence gets cut short by Sero’s lips suddenly locking onto yours. You hum in surprise, but kiss him back, your skin practically screaming in delight when his tongue slides over your bottom lip. You try to reach up to him but Sero’s bolted hands hold your wrists firmly, keeping them above your head and all you can do is roll your tongue over his, trying to catch as much of him as you can before the kiss breaks.

But it doesn’t. He pushes your wrists together so he can hold you with one hand while the other slides down to your body, caressing your side until he squeezes your waist. You lift your pelvis and his arm wraps around your back, pulling you closer against his body. His cock rubs against your pubic bone and you can’t help but imagine what it may feel like inside of you.

You manage to free one of your hands and swiftly move it down to his sweats, greedily massaging him through his pants. Finally Sero pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his.

“Oh, heh~,” he says, seizing your hand. “I’m, uh, really sensitive…”

“Oh? I’d like to see just how-“ again, you’re cut off by Sero claiming your lips, the kiss more forceful the second time around. It’s messy, and wet, and desperate, and you find yourself sighing into his mouth every time you get a chance to breathe, only to have those short moments thrown away by your own need possessing your body to kiss him back harsher, hands reaching up to his hair to tug and pull, exciting you when you hear a groan build up in the back Sero’s throat.

“Fuck.” Sero’s lips meet your neck, his hand resting against your exposed belly. It’s cold but you don’t mind; your body craves his cool touch. Using his tongue, Sero draw a long strip up from your neck to your ear, causing your body to shudder. You practically melt when he whispers, “I want you. I want you so bad. You have no idea.”

You sigh as Sero nibbles in your ear, his hands boldly exploring farther up your body. “I… think I have some idea.”

“Nuh-uh.” Sero leans back, his eyes shamelessly scanning over your body. You didn’t think it possible, but your skin warms up even more from his lingering gaze. As much as you like the attention, you want his hands right back on you pronto. “There’s no way you could possibly like me as much as I like you…”

You scowl at him. Too much talking and not enough kissing. You pull your shirt off and unclasp your bra, throwing your garments to the side, exposing yourself to him. Nervous tingles nip at your body, but the look on his face, the way his eyes flick from your face to your chest and back to your face as his adam’s apple bobs, makes it all worth it.

“Shit… you’re so— you’re everything to me, I need you to know that, like, if you’re at all uncomfortable or like if I do something you don’t like— god, you’re gorgeous, I just wanna—“

“-Sero…” You take his hands in yours and lead them back to your body. “Please… touch me.”

“Y-yeah…”

Sero presses his lips to yours in a sweeter manner, him molding to you nearly perfectly as his hands run up your sides. Goosebumps erupt across your body when he pushes you back down against the pillows. His right hand cups your breast as he trails kisses down your chest, only pausing when he begins to snicker.

“What?”

“Salty,” he says, his tongue licking dangerous close to your nipple. “You taste like popcorn.”

“Ohhhh noooooo-ahhh~!”

A pretty sight: Sero’s pink tongue rolling out to lav over your puckered bud. 

His lips wrap around your nipple; he sucks and your body jolts forward. He’s not the only one who’s sensitive. His eyes meet yours and he offers you a sinister grin. “I like it.”

Your breathing grows heavy while Sero makes his way down your stomach, making sure to pay extra attention to the places that make you squirm when he kisses them. He gets to your pajama shorts and pets your clothed slit with a knuckle. Your hips buck up when he leans down and licks you through your shorts, excited pulsations grabbing at your core. You need more.

Your shorts fly off by your own doing, whether it’s to get the ball rolling or if you want him to be giving you the exact same lustful stare he is now is lost to you, but you’ll take it. You love it. You want him to look at you like that forever.

Sero pets your core, his own breath shuddering as you roll your hips at his touch.

“You’re already so fucking wet,” he says, annunciating every word as if it pains him to say it. He rests his head in your thigh as he lazily teases you, seeming to enjoy your light mewling that comes when his fingers grow closer to your clit, the way your body moves to his touch. “I want it.”

“What ~ahah~ what are you gonna do about it?”

“Hmmm.” To your severe displeasure, Sero removes to hands, only to strip himself of his own shirt. You stare at him in awe; of course you’ve seen him shirtless before, but under these circumstances, it’s different. And you’re sure he’s bulked our a bit since the last time you caught him half-naked. Goodness.

“Ohh my god,” you sigh when he tosses his shirt to the sigh, the sight of his muscles moving over you incredibly enticing.

“What?” Sero gets to his elbows and spreads your legs open for him. He gives your pussy a long lick and groans, closing his eyes when he kisses your pubic bone. “You got something to say?”

“You’re just… so… ohhhh~!”

Sero begins laving at your heat, drowning the room with your surprised moans. His skillful tongue traces your caverns until his mouth is covered in your need. He eats you out like he’s starving for it— hell, he could’ve been famished if he says there’s no way you can like him more than he likes you. His tongue circles your clit, his never ceasing groans adding to your pleasure. You reach down as grasp at his soft hair, massaging his head as he toys with your sensitivity.

“So what, Princess?” He asks as his fingers tease your hole. The nickname sends shivers up your spine. You don’t mind it, you just didn’t think that something so cheesy could sound so hot coming from him.

“So— ahhh ahah~!” A loud moan you aren’t expecting tears out from your throat when Sero plunges two fingers into your depths. He chuckles and returns his attention back to your clit, watching your face contort in pleasure through heavy eyelashes. He sucks in you while his fingers curl against your walls, the threat of your own release building up against your stomach. You moan and pull his hair, whispering incomprehensible words, trying to find the right way to encourage him, the right way to warn him that you’re close.

“I know, I’ve got a big tongue, huh?” Oh, so he could be a smug bastard, too?

“Sssaaah~” You try saying his name, but it’s lost to you. You don’t know what to call him: Hanta? Sero? He’s been your friend for so long that saying his actual name might sound weird on your tongue, but what if saying his last name sounds weird to him? “Hero…”

“Hmmm?” His low voice murmuring into your core sends your body into a frenzy. Your body starts to shake and grip onto the cushions to keep you grounded, but that doesn’t save you from the next word you yelp out as your body is lost to ecstatic fits.

“Fuck! Oh god, Santa~ nnng~ hah~!” You squeeze your thighs together, locking him in as he gifts you with little kitten licks, elongating your excruciating orgasm with the low reverberations of his voice while he laps up your pleasure.

Your body settles but that doesn’t stop him at first. He savors your twitching body, kissing your swollen bud tenderly, brushing his hands across your sweat covered body, until he looks up at you and grins.

“So you have some kinda Christmas kink?”

You catch your breath, gazing up at the makeshift blanket ceiling, before looking back down at his goofy, red face. “What do you mean?”

“You just called me ‘Santa.’ I mean, Christmas isn’t for another month but I’m sure I could find a Santa hat somewhere if that’s what you’re into. I live to please.”

“Oh no.” You bury yourself behind your hands. “No I didn’t. No, no, noooo!!”

Sero climbs on top of you and kisses your hands. “Hey,” he sings at you, “don’t hide. I don’t kink shame.”

You grab a pillow a fling it into his face. “Shut up! Noooo!”

The two of you laugh together, his breath fanning you as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. The two of you stay like that for mere seconds but it feels like an eternity. He made you cum, but still, you crave him. You want more of him.

“That was actually really hot.” You feel him grin against your neck. “You forgetting my name. It kinda made me feel good. Really good.”

“I could… I could make you feel better,” you whisper, wrapping your hands around his back, using your fingernails to tickle his skin. He flushes.

“Is that so?” He leans down and pecks your lips. “‘Cause I wasn’t done with you. I wanna see if I can make you say all seven reindeers’ names.”

“Oh, fuck you!”

He quirks a brow. “You wanna?”

...Desperately. “Yes.”

Sero’s all too quick to free himself of his sweats and you side him by pulling his boxers down. You gulp at the sight of his erection; it’s a nice size with a beautiful curve, pre-cum already seeping out through the slit of his reddened head. You look to him and bite your lips. You grasp at the base of his length and guide his cockhead to to your mouth, pulling you tongue out to lick at his knob.

“Ahh~, um, I’m really-“

“Sensitive?” You ask before lulling your tongue underneath his cock.

“Y-yess,” he hisses, grasping at your hair to pull you back.

You grin wryly back at him. “Then how’s this going to work?”

“With me in control-“ he smirks “-lay back princess.”

You pout at him but he moves to kiss your neck, gently pushing your shoulders down so you’re back on the cushions. You reach your hands up and arch your back, an obvious ploy to get him all the more hot and bothered, and not an unsuccessful one at that.

“God damn,” he breathes, stroking his cock while taking in your figure. “God, I lo—… I need to say something before we go any further.”

“Hmmm?” You run your hands down your body. You stop at your breasts, teasing your nipples, and biting your lips. “You can say anything to me.”

“Sweet Jesus, you’re not making this easy.” He sighs and falls over you. A hand cups your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your lips. It looks like he’s eating to say something serious, but you can hardly think straight with his hardened dick resting against your thigh.

“This,” he says, stroking the back of his hand against your cheek, “can’t be… I can’t be just a rebound for you. I know I might not seem like it, but I’m an all or nothing kinda guy. You can either just be my friend—my really good friend that I’ll think about for all eternity, or you can be… my friend who I’m allowed to take on dates and kiss in public and have high make out sessions whenever we want…”

Oh! Oh he’s asking you out! You can’t help the grin from spreading across your face, but you don’t realize you’re not responding until he continues with—

“And if you’re not yet over that guy… I think I can wait for you, but I don’t… want to get my hopes up or anything…”

Sero your DICK is on my THIGH!

“Sero, you’re not a rebound. I would be very happy if you would take me on dates, kiss me in public, and have high make out sessions with me. I’d even be happy if I get to call you my boyfriend.”

He beams. “You mean that?”

“Yesss, I do. We were practically dating already!”

“Nahhh, I’ve just been warming you up. You don’t know dating until we’ve conquered the entire laser tag arena together.”

This dork. “Then I’ll wait for that with bated breath. Now, please for the love of god, fuck me before I explode!”

“Oho, we can’t have that…”

Sero lines himself up with center, allowing his cockhead to toy with your hot, needy entrance. He curses and rolls his head back as he inches himself forward, testing your heat before pulling out completely. His eyelids grow heavy when he pushes into you again and you feel yourself clamp down on him. You whimper. He feels bigger than he looks and it takes some pull before he’s completely inside you, but god, oh god, after you get used to it, you can’t help but moan as his dick slides in and out of you.

“Mmmphhhfuck, that’s good.” Slowly, Sero rolls his hips, gently fucking you at a near excruciating pace. He breathes through his teeth as his cock grinds into your walls. It feels fantastic having the head of his cock rubbing against the certain spot deep inside you. His arm wraps around your back and he pulls you flush against him, your breasts bouncing against his chest as he quickens the pace, kissing you fiercely, hungrily , while his hands lock you into place.

“You don’t know,” he seethes, “how long I’ve wanted this.”

He bites down in your neck and you claw at his back, mewling. The force, even though he’s taking his time, is addicting and you find yourself syncing up with him in no time; cursing, and panting as you sync up with him. He feels so good that you could cry, instead, you beg.

“More,” you sigh, practically his humping cock, “please Sero. I ahhh~ I need more!”

Sero growls and it sends you body spinning with lust and agony. He pushes you back down and forces himself to his hilt, making you cry out in sheer ecstasy. He presses his hand against your belly, pulls out and pushes back in with the same extremity. “More?” He growls in a sort of sensually dark tone that floods your body and shakes you to your core. “You want more, babe? I’ll give the princess anything she wants!”

“Fuuuck!” You cry, filling the room with pathetic moans as Sero drills into you with such indignant fury that it nearly makes your eyes go black. Your body grows wet with perspiration and lust, Sero pushing into you with pools of his own sweat meshing with yours.

He silences your pathetic moaning with a violent kiss, biting down on your bottom lip while he greedily paws at your breasts. Then, he stills completely, pulling back, fanning your face while he pants, “ho ho ho, amiright?”

“PFFFFT NOOO!!” Your belly clenches as the two of you bust out laughing, until Sero eyes completely glaze over.

“Ohhhh fuck,” he groans. “Keep laughing, that feels so—ohhhhh fuck!”

Something completely takes him over and you laughter turns to screams of delight when he starts completely pulverizing you with such an intense, bruising velocity that you could see your soul escape your mouth. He slams into you, lifting your leg over his head, keeping his quick and relentless pace until you feel his cock begin to throb.

“You’re. Just. So. Fucking. Hot!” he says through gritted teeth. His fingers quickly dance around your clit, rubbing at your pleasure until you feel yourself coil and your cunt flutters around his girth. “God, I can feel it. You’re close. Fuck! Babe, you need to cum. Princess, please, I can’t-!”

“I’m ~nggg~ so close!!”

Sero kisses you, shoving his tongue against yours, urgently needing to taste you. His dick twitches within you, his fingers desperately trying to get you to keep up. Your hair stands up on the back of your neck. Your coil breaks. You clench around him and allow waves of pleasure to burst through you as he rams into you with rigorous intent. You cling on to him, crying out about how good he feels, how you can’t stand not having him fill you up, how you want to feel his everything deep, deep inside of you.

Sero grunts and ruts into you. Warmth floods your core as thick ropes of cum line your hungry walls. There’s so much and it doesn’t seem to stop coming as he slows his grooving, kissing your forehead while his orgasm chases yours. You breathe in sync with one another, staring each other in the eyes, unsure of what to say, what to do, before he finally pulls out and let’s you leak onto the cushions.

“Oh, whoops,” he says, inspecting the mess. “Lemme just— warm towel…”

He hops up, but you grab him by the wrist and pull him down into a kiss. He grins against you and you feel yourself growing jubilant with everything that just happened.

“You’re incredible,” you say, holding him there for a moment before letting him back up.

“No, you.”

“Pfft!”

“I mean it!” He brings his hands up in mock defense. “You have no idea! You have no idea! I just-! Lemme get a towel and then I’ll shower you with praise!”

Sero is gone and back in a flash, warmed wet towel in hand. He takes his time wiping the sweat off your body, making sure to talk uncharacteristically sweet to you while he takes care. He wraps you in the blanket that hath forsaken him and cleans the white mess on the cushion before joining you under said blanket. His body is warmer than the blanket and you love it.

“Sooo… the movie. Movie night with my girlfriend!”

“Ha! That’s right! This is one of my favorite movies so you better pay attention! No distractions!”

“Mhmmm,” he hums half-heartedly. “No distractions.”

But even while the movie plays, your warm bodies are pressed right up against each other. There’s definitely going to be more distractions. The two of you have been waiting for this for too long, and Sero has to prove that he’s not just alright, and he certainly wants to learn all about your secret Christmas kink.

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[ccsthemovie2]

Character-Clow Reed

(avril lavingne voice) WHYD YOU HAVE TO GO AND MAKE THINGS SO CLOWMPLICATEEEED I SEE THE WAY YOURE ACTING LIKE YOURE SOMEBODY ELSE GETS ME FRUSTRATED- ok jokes aside LETS GOOOOO 

Why I like them:

for all my angry yelling and kicking and complaining you may be surprised to learn that clow(riol) is one of my favorite parts of ccs! 

i think that having the Mystery and Legend of a long-dead wizard that hangs over sakura’s head at the start get light shed on it more and more so that we can see he’s just a person makes the world of ccs feel small and personal. it really stabilizes the heart of the series, what i love most about ccs- that it’s a story about individuals and the choices they make. the magic itself all traces back to one man and the way he felt it was right to act and to treat other people. i think he’s a fascinating character and a very very good choice of central figure.

Why I don’t:

THAT SAID, AAAAAGHHHHH HE IS HORRIBLE HE IS JUST A TERRIBLE LITTLE MAN I HATE HIM I HATE HIM SOOOO MUCH. even putting aside everything he* pulls as eriol, just the things he does as clow reed make me SO upset....LYING ABOUT HIS DEATH??? ELABORATE SETUP TO PRETEND KERO AND YUE HAVE A CHOICE IN THE MATTER OF CHOOSING THE NEW CARD MASTER BUT ACTUALLY KNOWING ALL ALONG AND HAVING A SPECIAL MAGIC ITEM MADE TO SEE THAT IT GETS DONE??? BREEZING INTO A TOWN TO STEAL A FORTUNE TELLER’S BUSINESS, GETTING HER NICE AND KATE BEATON NEMESIS.PNG’D, AND THEN IGNORING HER FOREVER??? it’s bad!! *(it’s complicated,) ive said this jokingly before but i think he just doesnt even think about other people having agency, that he’s not trampling but Guiding and Helping. i think part of his controlfreakiness is also a deep fear that he’s not enough, that he can’t keep a friend on his own merits so he’s gotta get his claws sunk in as much as possible, whether by emotionally living rent free in people’s heads or magical dependance. and that’s not a uniquely horrible belief, yknow, i think it’s very human and normal, but the problem is no one can criticize him. not with the amount of control he has over the people he surrounds himself with, the fact that he can physically shut down kero and yue any time he likes, etc. it’s not that power inherently Makes You Evil, it’s that power made it harder for people to say “hey stop that”, and if no ones telling him to stop then he must be doing fine!

Favorite episode (scene if movie):

GENUINE TIE BETWEEN THE BACK TO THE PAST EP OF THE ANIME AND THE SAKURA SEES THE TRUTH SCENE IN MANGA. i think both of them are great- the tightly controlled dreamy guided tour where she sees just what he wants her to see, AND sakura outpowering him and seeing the reality of his lies. in the manga when sakura sees him gives gentle headkisses to kero and yue before putting them to bed and eriol+fujitaka-ing i go AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ....... THEY LOVE SOMEONE WHO IS TERRIBLE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUU MY HEART. i headcanon that’s when he mind-messed with them, too, i think he had to touch them to do it and that was how.

Favorite season/movie:

bold answer but im going to say the implications left behind in the clow card arc of Why Do Cards Act Like That/Have Those Specialties. what about clow made him want to make a voice-stealing card, a small-object-moving-card, a body-swap card, etc? it’s good questions.

Favorite line:

in the mokona book when they say he said dogs dont have owners they have housemates, bc that explains SOOOOO much abt him and how he treated kero and yue lololol. if you think being a pet owner and a roomate are the same you’re gonna treat your roomates, uhhhm, bad.

also if eriol counts its him in the wonderland ep like YOU DONT KNOW IF IM NOT THE KINDA PERSON TO PRETEND TO BE A CAT and I THINK YOU AND LI ARE SO DUMB I HAVE TO BITE MY TONGUE CONSTANTLY TO NOT INSULT YOU and BUT I CANT ACT LIKE THIS OR KERO AND YUE WILL KNOW IM CLOW. so like. was clow just like that then.

Favorite outfit:

uh his regular clothes are cool. theres an illustration on him in this cool coat with like a sun pin on it too. whenever i draw him in something frilly i have a huge brain. cant deny the guy has style and aesthetics. sakura’s first staff, look at it!! the style it has!!! 

OTP: 

im neutral-positive on clowyuuko cuz i havent holic’d since high school. you can refer to the answer i gave abt yue for clowyue thoughts (tl;dr: [touches ground] “something terrible happened here” ). madoushi is just kate beaton nemesis comic. 

i think it would be funny if albus dumbledore was his ex.

Brotp 

yuuko again i guess? and him and all his creations. headcanon territory even though that’s actually the next question but you asked for my thoughts so here they are: i think of him as trying to be a sort of fun camp counselor or teacher type for kero+yue and the cards- specifically a role with an authority behind it, but without the same sort of responsibility that a parent would have. or, i guess, lacking an unconditional love, always an undertone of you having to prove yourself. someone who you go to to learn from, but if he likes can also go “no no im just like you, now let’s have fun!”. it’s hard to explain, but there’s a difference. 

what i’m trying to get at here is i think it’s significant that the only creations he has that we see him truly ‘raise’, (going by the info+lack of it we have, anyway, i fill in the blank for myself that kero and yue and the cards all showed up full of knowledge, fully formed, CLAMP DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!), were the mokonas, with yuuko. it was another person’s influence that brought a parental attitude in, it’s not something he ever wanted to be. there’s also a healthy dose of “yue textually had a crush on clow and i will not, no way, let you make that any more unfortunate than that already is”, i’ll admit, but i think that’s just a puzzle piece of the whole theory here. i think it would also be funny if he knew people like tolkein (eriol’s a tolkeinverse name if i remember correctly) and c.s. lewis (side note, i find the fact that clow is an actively practicing christian really funny), but i dont want to think too deeply about that sort of realworld mix, yknow.

Head Canon: 

i think pranks were highly encouraged in his house and none of the clow cards are being intentionally destructive, just acting in ways that were totally normal at home, and are genuinely shocked to learn that people will get seriously injured without clow there to cushion their damage.

Unpopular opinion: 

evil

A wish: 

i wanna know what his pre-story days were like, his life with the cards, his life BEFORE the cards,

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: 

^ same the above but i find it out from clamp

5 words to best describe them:

did you know? clow sucks

My nickname for them: 

clown, :kingboo: (discord emoji of him with a 🚫 over it), “the bastard jester himself” (which is, or at least was, in comedian-podcaster stephen buckleys twitter bio and i think it abt clow frequently, sorry stephen buckley), king of living rent free in people’s heads

#ask

[gemini-in-tauro]

My favourite anime in a nutshell

Aoi Tori no Shinwa: Sick Shun and Seiya play baseball (with neither protection nor care for gravity laws) against this Baseball Prodigy(TM) and then against his evil younger brother, going against Sick Shun’s dad’s wishes until Sick Shun dies bc He Was Sick.

Aoi Hana: Hahahaha, lots of lesbo-drama, the heteros have healthy relationships.

Amnesia: Spades + Hearts + Clover + Diamonds + The Joker; you’ll eventually get it.

Card Captor Sakura: A magical girl finds a magical book, and instead of asking her dad questions about this weird stuffed doll that can fly without batteries, she collects the cards he’s supposedly guarding for this irresponsible Anglo-Chinese mage who died long ago (unless he didn’t).

Free!: Would you join the Swim Club? + Gay swimmers’ drama (note: don’t watch 50%Off! before the anime, it might change the way you view the characters)

Hetalia: A Worldwide Joke(TM) (the fandom is way more serious than the anime, really).

Kuroko’s Basket: This talentless guy is part of an NBA-level middle school basketball team, but everuthing changed when Bokushi attacked. “If you want to be my light, you have to defeat my 5 evil ex-boyfriends.”

Kuroshitsuji: A goth kid solves mysteries alongside his demon butler throughout Victorian England. Wait until you read the mang—idols? Cults? Zombies?

Kuroshitsuji II: The Yaoi Version of Kuroshitsuji. No really, it kind of is.

Makai Ouji: [a.k.a. Salomon’s demoniac harem] The Holy Bible, but gay.

Otoboku: Ouran Host Club but genderbended.

Pandora Hearts: [can be read as: “Paindora Hurts”] Demons called chains + 100 years reincarnation cycle + Title doesn’t makes sense unless you read the Pilot Oneshot + Bunch of references to Alice in Wonderland + Everything is a lie.

Saint Seiya: Bunch of mythologies + Reincarnation + Bad naming + We’re sorry but your princess is in another castle.

Tokyo Babylon: This 25 y/o shady man does shady things and his underage bf gets surprised when he turns out to be an emo(tionless) assasin.

Tsubasa Chronicle: Major CLAMP Crossover. Like every non-maho shoujo CLAMP draws, it doesn’t have a happy ending. Very big mess, confusing af. Oedipus complex.

Vanitas no Shuki/Carte: No, this is not Pandora Hearts 2.0, it’s about vampires and a “doctor for vampires” called Vanitas, like this one infamous vampire. Everything is fun n’ games until it isn’t.

X/1999: Seishit 2.0 and Subaru 2.0 turn out to be destiny’s (a.k.a. CLAMP’s) chewtoys and they must battle against eachother for the end of the world, alongside 6 other people for each team. The dreamseer who was helping Subaru 2.0 turns out to be evil, what a shocker.

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[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

on the 4th day of 🎄, canyousevmyheavydirtysoul gave to you...

Snow with Fall Out Boy.

Note: I (and my prompt fairy) ran out of ideas after the first three so that’s why Pete’s is lowkey shitty. I’m sorry. x

Patrick:

A few strands of hair blew into Patrick’s face as he huffed in exasperation after dodging yet another flying snowball, courtesy of his bandmates.

“Guys! Really!” he shook his head, throwing his hands up to visualise his annoyance, “Keep those things away from me!”

The other three showed no notice of acknowledgment of their friend’s irritation, and continued on in their quest to hurl snow at each other.

“Idiots,” Patrick mumbled under his breath as he turned around and picked up his guitar, gently plucking out the melody that was forming in his head.

Patrick was able to work blissfully uninterrupted for a solid three and a quarter minutes – until a snowball struck him mid-back.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he stood for a moment before carefully setting the guitar back in its case. “Honestly,” he growled under his breath, gathering a small pile of snow on the ground before taking it into his hands and shaping it into a ball.

With a growl, he spun around and indignantly threw the ball of ice in the direction of the other three with all his might – in order to do maximum damage.

His aim was horribly off, unfortunately, and instead of hitting one of Pete, Joe or Andy, it ended up hitting you. Right in the face. Hard.

You fell to the ground with a yelp, the coffee you were holding in your hand flying off to the side.

Gasps of horror escaped the mouths of all four guys, and they broke out in a sprint towards you, with Patrick right in front.

“Holy smokes,” he groaned, partly because he’d hit an innocent bystander in the face with a powerful snowball, but mostly because said bystander was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, “Oh, lord. I’m so, so sorry. It wasn’t meant for you, I swear!”

You chuckled softly as you brushed the remaining ice off of yourself. Patrick’s hands were hovering close to you as if to help, but they didn’t move. He’d already physically assaulted you; he didn’t want you to think he was sexually harassing you too.

“It’s okay,” you smiled genuinely, which made him relax, “I’m sure millions of girls are waiting for the day when Patrick Stump throws a snowball at their face.”

He giggled shyly. “Well, Patrick Stump is sincerely sorry and would like to make it up to you somehow. Maybe by buying you a cup of coffee to make up for the one I destroyed. W-would that be okay?”

You pouted slightly as your shoulders slumped. “I’d love to, but I was actually on my way to a meeting before…ya know,” you gestured all around, “So I’m afraid I can’t right now.”

“Oh,” Patrick nodded dejectedly.

“But,” you started, smiling when he perked up, “I am free for the rest of the day, so why don’t you give me your number? I could call you after my meeting and we could meet up?”

“Yeah!” he beamed, clumsily fumbling around for a pen so that he could scribble his number onto your hand.

His hands were shaking so much, he wasn’t even sure how he managed to write the digits in a way that was even remotely legible. But he coped, and you smiled broadly at each other when he was done. He helped you up from the ground and you neatened yourself up.

“I’ll call you,” you chimed with one final smile before walking off with a wave.

Patrick watched you disappear down the path with a content sigh as Joe sidled up next to him, clamping a firm hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“She’s not gonna call you.”

Joe:

“Pete?”

“Mm?”

“Where is my boyfriend?”

The bassist shrugged as he continued munching away at the assortment of holiday snacks you had set out. “How should I know?”

“Maybe because the last time I saw him, he was with you and now I can’t find him?”

“I dknt knnw,” he said through a mouthful of popcorn, prompting you to harshly grab the bowl from his grasp, “FEY! I vas eafing ‘hat!”

“Where is Joe?”

Pete rolled his eyes so far back in his head that you were momentarily concerned that they wouldn’t roll back, and groaned loudly. “Fiinnnneee. I buried him in the backyard,” he stated simply, reaching forward for the bowl again and clicking his tongue at you when you held it further away.

“You what?”

“I buried him in the backyard. What, did I not say it loud enough the first time?” he quizzed before leaning forward so that he was close to your ear, “ARE YOU LOSING YOUR HEARING, OLD LADY?”

A smack to the right side of the face was effective in regaining the distance between the two of you. (“Son of a bitch, you hit like a motherfucker.”)

“Peter, why the fuck would you bury Joe in the backyard?!”

“Because I said I will bury him in the snow, then he said ha, no I won’t, then I said oh yeah wanna bet, then he said yeah, and then-“

“You two are the stupidest people I have ever met.”

“Tell that to my back account, (Y/N), mmmmmmmmmm,” he sassed, grinning stupidly at you as he spun around in the barstool.

Crossly slamming the bowl down onto the island, you clenched your fists and shut your eyes, taking a moment to calm down before turning and going to get a shovel.

“You see, Pete? This is exactly why I’ll never, ever, let you be our baby’s godfather,” you yelled out before yanking open the sliding door and storming out.

Pete’s jaw dropped open and the pieces of popcorn he had in there fell out. “Hey! I’d be an amazing godfather!” he called as he heard the door close. “I’d be a great godfather,” he nodded to himself.

~

When you stepped outside, the first thing you noticed was the huge pile of snow – well, it was more of an avalanche, really – that undoubtedly held your boyfriend in it’s confines.

“How the hell did Pete manage all of this snow?” you muttered to yourself as you trudged through the thick ice.

Once you got to the pile, you raised the shovel and began gently discarding the top layers, trying not to be too harsh for fear of accidently striking Joe; although, you considered hitting him on purpose as punishment for allowing Pete to do this.

After about five minutes and lots of effort, you saw Joe’s face starting to peek out. Luckily, he had lots of layers on; else he probably would’ve passed out and gotten hypothermia. When you caught sight of each other, you sighed condescendingly and shook your head, while he just smirked at you.

“Hey girl, wanna hiber-mate?”

“You’re not funny,” you hissed, still working on getting rid of the rest of the snow.

“Do you wanna see my snowballs?”

“Seriously. Not funny.”

“There’s a cold front coming… but I’m gonna keep your front warm.”

“So instead of trying to find a way out, you used all that time to think of cheesy pick-up lines instead?”

“I bet that puddle isn’t the only thing that’s wet right now.”

You stopped shovelling and turned to glare at him.

“Say one more. I dare you.”

“The snow is blowing. How about you?” Joe smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at you, but upon noticing what you were doing now, his cockiness vanished and was soon replaced with fear. “No, no, (Y/N)! I’m sorry! I’m sor- HMPH,” a pile of snow being shovelled back onto his face cut him off.

Andy:

“Woah there, sunshine,” Andy scoffed as he just about managed to grab the shopping bag that was falling from your grasp before it hit the floor, “What’s all this?” he chuckled, following you to the sofa, where you dumped the rest of the bags.

“I’ve never been in the snow before,” you huffed, swatting your hair out of your face, “I want to be prepared.”

“Okay,” he nodded, smiling at you before raising his eyebrows at all the things you had gone out and bought, “but as someone who has been in the snow before, I can tell you that you don’t need this many pairs of gloves and scarves.”

“Alright, alright, I mighta got a little carried away-“

“A little?” he chuckled, holding up the five new sweaters you had bought. (Gerard is triggered.)

Shyly, you reached out and grabbed the clothing, turning away from Andy in embarrassment.

“Aw, no, sunshine,” he cooed through a short laugh as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck and making you giggle, “It’s okay. I think it’s adorable how excited you are.”

“I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life,” you sighed dreamily, leaning back into his chest.

“It’s gonna be great. We can build snowmen, make snow angels, have snowball fights…you’re gonna love it.”

~

“(Y/N), sunshine, I’m home,” Andy called out, treading through the house. “Where are you?” he muttered to himself as he searched for you in every room, eventually finding you in the library, huddled into the window seat.

“Hey,” he whispered as he approached you, pressing a kiss to your temple as he knelt beside you, gently rubbing your back, “what’s wrong?”

“Did you see the weather report for this week?” you said softly, barely audible.

“No,” he frowned, “why?”

You held out your phone to him, and he glanced at the screen, eyebrows rising once he saw the forecast. “Clear skies,” he mumbled.

“No chance of snow.”

“I’m sorry, sunshine,” he pulled you closer to him.

“It’s okay, it’s not like you can control it,” you chuckled, “I know it’s dumb to be so upset about it, but it’s just that… I’ve wanted to see snow ever since I was little. I used to sit and watch videos of white Christmases for hours.”

“I know,” he muttered into your hair.

“But I guess there’s always next year,” you sighed.

~

You morbidly made your way up the snowless front path and front porch, biting your lip as you unlocked the front door and walked inside.

“Andy, I-“

You lost all speaking ability as you took in the sight in front of you. All of the furniture had been moved out, and in its place was…

“Snow,” you scoffed incredulously as you reached out to touch the little pieces floating in the air.

Loads of it. It was covering every exposed surface. As you scanned the room again, you could see that there were also various trees and other ornaments, along with strings of fairy lights; it truly looked like a Winter Wonderland.

“I know it’s not exactly what you were expecting, but,” Andy said as he walked towards you, holding out one of the sweaters you had bought; he was wearing one too, “it’s the best I could do on such short notice.”

“Andy,” you croaked, your voice shaky as you tried to choke back the tears that were forming, “This is… it’s perfect. Thank you,” you gushed, rushing into his arms as a few stray tears spilled over, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, sunshine,” he beamed, kissing you. When you both pulled away, he turned up the setting on the snow machine to high before dragging you further into the snow. “Hey, (Y/N). Do you wanna build a snowman?”

Pete:

“Out of all your dumb ideas, this has to be the dumbest.”

“And why is that?” Pete chided as he set down the equipment he was carrying, a small Bronx treading close behind him in a coat so big, it practically swallowed the little munchkin up whole.

“Because in case it wasn’t clear enough in the past, I have a very sucky equilibrium,” you breathed, holding out your glove-covered hands and gesturing at the skis laying in the snow, “so I have no idea how you expect me to be able to use those.”

“It’s really not that bad, doll,” Pete half-chuckled as he started toward you with the safety gear, which you reluctantly allowed him to attach to your body.

“I’m sure it is. I can’t even keep my body upright on the best of days, so this has disaster written all over it.”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N)! I’ll catch you if you fall,” Bronx exclaimed proudly, tilting his head up to look at you from under the enormous hood of his coat.

“My hero,” you giggled, reaching down and pinching his cheeks affectionately.

“Alright, doll,” Pete said, earning a worrisome expression from you and causing him to peck your lips and rub your back soothingly, “It’s fine. I’ll hold you the entire time, okay?” You nodded. “Good. Okay, set your foot here, and the other one here… that’s it. Great, you’re doing great. Alright, now – slowly – take the pole from my hands. Slowly. (Y/N), I said slowly. Listen!”

“Don’t get all bossy with me,” you clicked your tongue at him, glaring at him from top to bottom, “The only reason I’m even attempting this is for you.”

“So you’d rather fall on your face? Exactly what you’re afraid of doing?” You ran your tongue over your teeth and he smirked triumphantly. “That’s what I thought. Now, make sure you keep a firm grip on those poles; I’m gonna move behind you.”

Once Pete moved to your back, he reached forward and placed his hands steadily around your waist.

“Okay, now, slowly start moving. Use the poles to anchor yourself and then glide the skis along.”

You did as you were told, carefully lifting up the poles and setting them a little bit ahead of you in the snow, before cautiously shuffling forward.

Naturally, you slipped.

Bronx gasped aloud and rushed forward to grab you, while you let out a shout.

“Pete!”

“Hey, it’s okay, doll. I’ve got you,” he shushed, hands still holding you firmly.

“Psh. No, you don’t! I’m the one who caught her,” Bronx argued, frowning at his father; his tiny hands were tightly clamped around the edges of your jacket.

“Right,” Pete nodded, stifling a laugh, “Sorry, bud. (Y/N), don’t worry, Bronx has got you.”

The little human beamed proudly at you, and you bent down to place a kiss on his forehead. “Thank you, sweetie. What would I do without you?”

“Can I get a kiss too?”

“No,” you and Bronx said in unison, looking to each other and sharing a giggle after.

“Why not?” Pete scoffed, staring at both of you, highly offended.

“Because you’re not the one who caught me, are you?”

“Yeah, dad,” Bronx added, “Get better reflexes. Gosh.”

The two of you shared another little giggle as Pete looked on, feeling very attacked yet also super fortunate that he was blessed with such beautiful humans in his life.

He was still sour over the fact that he didn’t get a kiss though.

You seemed to pick up on his sourness, however, and leant back a bit to whisper to him.

“Don’t worry. You get all the kisses tonight.”

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Thank you for reading x

#christmas #patrick stump #pete wentz #joe trohman #andy hurley #fob #fall out boy #band members #band member imagine #imagine #imagines #fanfic #preferences #patrick stump x reader #pete wentz x reader #joe trohman x reader #andy hurley x reader

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Don’t Let Me Go Tonight, pt. 2

Steve Trevor x Reader

A/N: Looks like it’s going to be a mini-series. Maybe 4 parts tops.

Summary: Your best friend, Lydia, has had a strange fling with Steve Trevor - a man you have loved from afar. A few nights before his next military mission, the two of you have a night together. Is it love or a one night stand?

Masterlist

There were two small windows in your small bedroom and the morning sun shined through it, landing on the bare of your back. The warmth gathered in one spot on your skin and after a few minutes, it stirred you from sleep.

You yawned and stretched, eyes clamped shut until you felt another body on the right of you. Making sure to not move swiftly, you sat up and leaned against the headboard, grabbing the heavy green blanket to cover up. Your eyes started from the feet that peeked out from under the sheet, moving up to the strong relaxed back - right to the nape of Steve’s beck.

He snored quietly and it brought a guilty smile to your face.

The two of you had slept together, twice, last night and Lydia hadn’t popped into your mind until now - when night’s inhibitions felt slightly wrong. Slightly, because as Steve made the sleeping sounds, your heart fluttered.

It was all you ever wanted, but Lydia was a friend, a good one and you had done her wrong. You were not sure how she would react to the news and for a second you convinced yourself she’d be just fine - Steve and her were never serious, never a real couple...never real.

Your own thoughts betrayed you, because they weren’t very convincing.

Nonetheless, it happened and now all there was left to do was face the consequences and make coffee.

So you quietly left the bed, grabbed the silk robe off your vanity and headed into the small kitchen in your small apartment. You checked the time and sighed, because the bookstore needed to be open soon. Starting the kettle for the water, you tightened the robe and sat at the tiny table in the center of the room. A few books were piled on the table and you picked the top one up and leafed through it, nervous chattered rumbled through your head.

Steve had said he wanted you in every way there was, but did he mean it?

You were no fool, you knew how some men could be. Yet, Trevor didn’t seem that way. He was sincere in his words, you hoped.

Your eyes glossed over the words of the novel, not really reading, but just gazing until a chuckle came from the bedroom door.

“The kettle, sweetheart,” Steve smiled at you, making his way to the stove in nothing but the slacks he had worn the night before.

Your heart stopped at the sight of his bareness, the way the pants slung on his hips, the way his back relaxed as he turned the stove knob. The book in your hands felt heavy suddenly and you placed it down, unable to move.

“I have to report to my station today, just some formalities. Will you be free this evening?”

Steve turned to you and chuckled at the confused expression on your face. He left the stove and made his way the table, kneeling down in front of you. His right hand went to your knee and he caressed it with his thumb.

“I meant what I said last night,” he confirmed. “Every word.”

“Oh,” you managed and Steve shook his head.

“That’s all I get? That’s okay,” he said, standing up to press a kiss onto your forehead. “You have eggs? I’d like to make you some breakfast, I know you open the bookshop soon.”

You mumbled a few words, instructing him toward the fridge. He listened and took the book you were reading earlier and placed it on your lap.

“Read, I’ll cook.”

So you did, but not really.

Instead, out of the corner of your eye, you watched Steve work around the kitchen. He hummed quietly as he made eggs and there was nothing to do about the permanent smile on your face. It almost seemed like a dream - a wonderful domesticated dream. It was all you thought about when you’d go out with Steve and Lydia. He’d smile, laugh, throw an arm around her and it left you with a longing - one that now seemed filled.

“Eat up,” Steve mused, placing down a plate in front of you.

“This looks delicious,” you sighed with satisfaction and Steve grinned, taking a seat across from you. The two of you ate in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the warm food. You hadn’t realized how famish your body was from the previous night, so you ate quickly and Steve sat back in amusement.

“Marry me.”

You stopped mid chew and glared at the handsome pilot before you. He laughed and scratched the back of his head in a bit of embarrassment.

“Are you mad?”

“Not today,” he chuckled, leaning his elbows on the table.

“Well,” you said, placing the fork down. “You clearly are, drink some coffee, Steve.”

He shook his head, but entertained your demand, taking a long unhurried sip from his cup - letting out a long ‘ahh’ after. You laughed and sighed, taking a bite of bread.

“Are you ready for your next adventure?”

“Always am, but I have to admit,” he said with a regretful simper. “You’re making it a lot harder to leave.”

Pursing your lips, trying to hold back a smile, you shrugged. “My apologies?”

“I know what you can do to make it up to me.”

“And that is?”

Steve reached across the table for your hand. “Marry me.”

You pulled away roughly and got up from the chair. Staring down at the man, you frowned and stormed into your bedroom - slamming the door shut. A lump hit your throat as you leaned against the door.

Was he playing you for a fool?

This talk of marriage!

He must know how madly you felt about him, was it not obvious?

It almost seemed like he was teasing you and you did not liking being teased - not on any occasion.

A soft knock startled you and Steve’s voice muffled through the door.

“Sweetheart,” he cooed. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I do not like to be teased, Trevor,” you replied loud enough for him to hear.

The other side of the door remained quiet for a moment, until the doorknob jiggled. You turned and faced the door, waiting for it to open. Your heart clutched tightly to itself until Steve’s wonderfully handsome face appeared before you.

He looked bewildered as he took a step toward, lifting a hand to the side of your face. A tear streamed down your cheek and Steve quickly shook his head in protest.

“Please don’t do that,” he urged, pulling you into his bare chest.

His warmth felt like home on your skin and you knew then, this was not just a night’s affair, a mistake or a lapse of judgement. It was none of those things.

What it was, what it could only ever be was love.

“Okay,” you whispered against his chest.

Steve carefully pulled you away and his blue eyes stared into yours. “Are you sure?”

Placing a hand on his bare chest, you beamed. “Yes!”

You laughed at the way Steve’s smile reached his eyes and you jumped into his arms, letting him spin you around - pressing rough kisses onto your lips.

“Thank you,” he whispered into your ear. “You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.”

The room swirled in a sea of joy and enrichment, excitement swelled up in your chest, because you had loved Steve for so long and from so far. And now, now he was all yours.

But as he placed you down, your feet touched the ground along with the forgotten guilt.

Lydia….you had to tell Lydia.

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AU Thursday: Holistic Coffee Shop -- Connection

Time for another ficlet from this verse! This particular snippet is more plotty than Valicey, though. It just so happens to be the moment where Victor discovers that he, too, is “something,” to use Dirk’s word for it. This does happen to involve Emily getting stabbed, so warnings for violence and blood.

Background: The CIA’s finally come looking for Dirk and the Rowdies, and they’re not being particularly nice about it. Everyone’s managed to escape the coffee shop and make a run for the local college campus, but the agents are hot on their trail -- and, as Victor’s about to discover, not above hurting civilians to get what they want...

Oh, God, this was madness – Victor rounded the corner, panting madly. Running from the CIA on my own campus – why is it I cannot have a normal life? He took a moment to wipe the sweat from his eyes. At least I think I lost them. . .too bad I lost Alice and Dirk in the bargain. I hope they're all right. . .okay, first things first, got to call –

"Help! Someone help me!"

Victor's head jerked up. The quad stretched out before him, a square of green in between the austere gray buildings of the college. Right in the middle of it, under the shade of the old oak tree, were two figures, struggling mightily. For a split second, Victor thought he'd gone back in time – then he caught a glimpse of blue hair, and realized one of the participants was wrong. Emily! And – Barkis?!

It was indeed Emily's ex-boyfriend – a little older now, platinum-blond hair almost white, but that oversized chin was unmistakable. He wore the outfit of the agents who'd come searching for Dirk and the Rowdies – black shirt, black pants, a walkie-talkie at his waist, a gun holster strapped across his barrel chest. He also happened to have a survival knife on him –

One which, as Victor watched, abruptly found a home in Emily's ribs. "Emily!"

Victor shot forward, scrambling in his pocket for his phone. "Emily!" he repeated, finally getting a grip on it. "Hang on, I'm going to – oh!"

The phone popped out of his grasp, falling with a tiny thud into the dirt. Moments later, there was a much louder CRUNCH as Barkis's foot slammed down on the screen. "Sorry, Van Dort," he said coolly, pulling the knife free. Emily dropped to the ground in front of him, clutching at her side and gasping for air. "But we can't have civilians ruining such a delicate operation."

"What operation?" Victor demanded, falling to his knees beside Emily. She was already so pale. . .and oh God, there was so much blood, on her hand, on her dress, on her lips. . . "Assignment Kill My Old Exes?"

"Oh no, that's just a bonus," Barkis grinned. "I always hated leaving loose ends around. . .funny, I never expected to see either of you again! Still sneaking around behind Victoria's back? Tch-tch." He wiped his knife off on his pants and sheathed it. "Does she go to this school as well?"

"As if I'm going to tell you," Victor snarled, pressing his hand over Emily's in a desperate attempt to staunch the flow of red. "It's okay, Emily, it's going to be okay. . ."

"Oh, I doubt that," Barkis said coolly. "I'm very good at what I do. She'll be dead before ten minutes are out. And unless you can give me what I want, you'll soon be joining her." He pulled out his gun and aimed it at Victor's head. "Where's Svlad Cjelli?"

Victor's eyes crossed as he stared down the barrel. It was very hard to concentrate with a gun right in your face, he realized. Even harder when what came out of the other person's mouth sounded like a bad Scrabble hand. "Who?"

"You really don't know? Friedman said he spotted you talking to him in that coffee shop . . ." Barkis sighed. "Then again, for all his good points, Friedman has never been the best at quiet surveillance. Ah well." He lined the gun up between Victor's eyes. "Goodbye, Van Dort. Shame I can't shake your parents down for a little extra cash, but time is unfortunately of the ess–"

With a heavy grunt, Emily's leg reared up and slammed Barkis right in the crotch. He yelped, grip slackening on the weapon. Victor sprang into action, wrestling it out of his hand. Barkis grabbed him around the neck, squeezing hard as he clawed at Victor's arm. "Oh no you don't! Not again!"

"Yes again!" Victor snapped back, twisting and putting his knee into the spot Emily had already tenderized. Barkis screamed, rearing away from the pain and falling on his backside. Victor took the opportunity to fling the gun across the quad. Was that really the smartest thing to do? part of him asked as it arced through the sky. You could have just shot him, you know.

With my luck, I wouldn't hit him even at point-blank range – I've never fired a gun before, and you saw what happened with my phone, Victor shot back, turning back to Emily as Barkis groaned. And look at her – her breathing's already getting shallower. The bastard's right about one thing – time is of the essence. If I can make him waste a bit of his getting his gun back, I can grab her and make a run for it!

Without treating her wound? She'll bleed out right in front of you!

Right, right. . . Victor automatically reached for his neck, then cursed as his fingers touched his shirt collar. Damn it! What a day not to wear a tie! He looked around for something helpful, keenly aware that Barkis was starting to crawl toward his gun. What can I use what can I use –

His eye caught the oak tree spreading its leaves above them – broad, thick leaves, almost the size of his palm. Not exactly hygienic, but it'll do, he decided. Pressing one hand as hard as he dared against Emily's wound, he reached up and grabbed a handful of green protruding from the lowest branch –

And, suddenly, out of nowhere, the world went blue.

Victor gasped. His fingers were clamped around the tree and against Emily's ribs, and there was – something flowing through him, zipping across his body like a bad static shock. Except – except it didn't hurt. In fact, it – it felt good. Really good. It was like the universe itself was whispering in his ear, You are exactly where you need to be, doing exactly what you were always meant to do. He had no idea what he was doing, but – it was nice to be appreciated. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself enjoy the sensation.

And then, just like that, it was over again. The blue glow faded, and he felt himself once more. Victor shook his head and attempted to focus. What was – no, no, worry about it later. Emily still needs your help! He yanked down the leaves –

And found them dead and dry in his fingers.

He stared. The leaves, which had been such a bright green only a minute ago, were now an ugly brown, crumbling to bits in his hand and leaving little flecks clinging to his skin. What – how – He looked up at the tree. Every single leaf had turned the color of mud. It was like the tree had abruptly decided it was tired of its summer look and had slipped on its winter one. How – how –

"Victor?"

Victor's head jerked back down. Emily was staring at him, blue eyes wide with shock. "Emily, I – it d-doesn't matter," he decided, reaching down to pick her up. Yes, of course, let's get distracted by a stupid tree when your ex-girlfriend is dying! Forget the bandage, I'll just have to risk it. "We have to–"

"Wait," Emily said, holding up a hand. Victor paused, puzzled. She sat up slowly, moving as if she expected to fall to pieces any moment. Her eyes fell on his hand, still covering the crimson-stained rip in her dress. "Victor, it – it doesn't hurt anymore."

"What?" For a moment, Victor panicked – if it didn't hurt, that meant it was probably too late – but then he took a closer look at her. The color was slowly but surely coming back to her cheeks, and her breathing wasn't nearly as labored as before. And the wound. . .he dipped his hand into his jacket pocket, found a napkin, and carefully wiped away the blood.

The wound was gone.

The pair of them gaped at the sight. "How–" Emily probed the spot with her fingers. "There's not even a scar. . .Victor, how did you do that?"

"I – I didn't – I don't–" Victor babbled, completely adrift. She's all right! She's all right! How is she all right? What does she mean, what did I do? I didn't get a chance to do anything! All I did was hover uselessly and grab the tr–

The tree. I grabbed the tree, and then that – that thing happened. . . He looked back up at the dead leaves over their heads. Did I – did somehow suck the life out of the tree and give it to her? How does that work?

Probably the same way as Dirk being able to know the quirks of the universe, he realized. And Alice being able to show me Wonderland. And the Rowdy Three being able to suck Amanda's hallucinations out of her head – wait, does that mean I'm like the bloody Rowdy Three? No, no, that's too much to handle in one day –

"Bittern! Report! Have you found Icarus yet?"

Victor jumped. In the sudden shock of his – his whatever it was healing Emily, he'd kind of forgotten Barkis was even there – as had Emily, judging by the fresh fear on her face. They both turned to see him halfway to his gun, staring at Victor, eyes wide and mouth agape. "I repeat – have you found Icarus yet?" the radio on his belt barked.

Barkis yanked it free and brought it to his mouth. "Forget Icarus!" he cried, and something about his tone made Victor think that he ought to start running again. He tugged the unprotesting Emily to her feet, and together they made for the safety of the main hall. "You won't believe what I just saw!"

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Zee & The War Machines, pt.2

Marvel AU

Comic Artist! Steve Rogers x Singer!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Elektra, Gwen Stacy, Kate Bishop, Peter Quill and others.

A/N: Be warned the romance will not be the center of this story, hell, it’s probably gonna take a backseat to other characters and relationships. Just enjoy this lighthearted fun fic, let the story go where it must.

All parts edited by @travelwithwords

Summary: Zee & The War Machines is your band, your life, your baby. Your bandmates and you are preparing for a US tour and have enlisted the help from your personal assistant Natasha Romanoff and new body guard, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes to get things ready. When James introduces you to his best friend, comic artist, Steve Rogers, you realize life could get even sweeter. But then a rumor surfaces, a rumor you started in harmless fun. Will it destroy any chance of something real with Steve or can the two of you get past it? Or will Steve just be another bump in the road?

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“That’s it, right there,” Mark, the photographer, echoed. Lights flashed in your face and you posed freely, moving around as he took various shots. It had been an early morning start, but it was nearly noon now and you were getting hungry, but you were a professional, so that meant clamping down and getting shit down.

“Alright, one more - hands at your side, yes! Yes! You’re the Queen of the World! There you go baby! And we’re done!”

You inhaled deeply and smiled at Mark, who waved you over to show you the photos he had taken. He brought them up on the large computer screen and you squealed with delight.

“That one,” you pointed to the photo of you, arms behind your head and a soft, but determined look on your face. “I love that one, can you send me a copy?”

“Of course,” Mark nodded. “That one’s lovely, hopefully it will make the issue cover.”

You thanked him and the rest of the crew, winked at Bucky and Nat, who stood against the back wall, watching with amusement. You were ushered into the fitting room to change back into your jeans and  ]Wonder Woman tee. Grabbing your green canvas backpack, you walked out of the fitting room, once again thanking Mark and the crew. Lastly, you took a group photo with them for your Instagram.

“I’ll tag you guys,” you promised, giving Mark a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon!”

Waving goodbye, you followed Bucky and Nat out the door.

“So, you have the rest of the afternoon free, but you have dinner with Tony Stark and his wife, Pepper Potts.”

“Right, I didn’t forget. Is it at their place or are we meeting at The Ivy again?”

Nat hummed as she scrolled through her phone. “The Ivy.”

“Bucky, have you ever been to The Ivy,” you asked the man, who was walking in front of Nat and you. He turned and said no, making the corners of your mouth curl up.

“Let Stark know I’m bringing a guest and Nat, you’re more than welcome to come,” you nudged her playfully and the redhead smirked.

“No, I’m good,” she rolled her eyes and you laughed.

“What did I miss,” Bucky asked over his shoulder.

“Nat hates The Ivy,” you explained. “Says it’s overpriced food for celebrity watchers. Which it is, but Tony loves it and he’s the number one funder of my charity.”

“Ah, gotcha.”

You threw a hand over Nat’s shoulder and poked Bucky in the back. “So, who's hungry?”

“This burrito will be the death of me,” you groaned, ripping into the carne asada heaven. “I-I don’t even care if I’ve gained like 15lbs since the last tour.”

“Did you really?” Nat questioned with a smirk. “I don’t see it.”

“My ass,” you remarked. “Hips. It’s all in the hips.”

“Happy Gilmore,” Buck chimed in, tossing a piece of carne asada in his mouth. “Can you add that to list of dvds we need on the tour bus?”

“Definitely,” you remarked, grabbing your cell to add the movie to the already long list of dvds you wanted on the bus. Just as you pulled up the document, the screen flashed with a phone number you didn’t recognize. You debated on whether to answer it.

“Who is it?”

Nat asked and you showed the pair the screen, Bucky’s eyes widen and he grinned. “That’s my boy calling.”

How strange it felt, the heat rising from your toes. You had been on stage in front of hundreds- no thousands of people, yet the thought of Steve calling, it had your nerves shot. Clearing your throat, you answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N. This is Steve Rogers calling, Buck gave me your number, said you wanted to talk about some tour prints?”

“Right,” you nodded, trying to hide a smile as Nat nudged Bucky, who was beaming like an idiot.

“Yeah, I just finished my latest project, so I do have some free time. When would you need them by?”

“Well,” you explained, shifting in your seat. “The tour starts in about 9 months, we would need to meet up..”

“Meet up,” Bucky said to Nat, who raised an eyebrow up at you.

Pointing a finger at the two, you focused back on Steve. “Like I was saying, we’d have to meet up, go over some ideas. I thought it would be really fun to have comic like prints for the tour advertisements.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “I think it might be a good idea. I know you must be busy, when are you available to meet up?”

You snapped two fingers at Nat and mouthed ‘schedule’ to her and she quickly went through her cell, turning it to you when she found an open day.

“Um, how about this Wednesday at noon? The girls are flying back in from vacation, so it can be at my house, James can bring you..” You eyed the man and he nodded. “Yeah, James can bring you by.”

“Sounds great,” Steve’s breath hitched a bit and he cleared his throat. “I’m looking forward to it, see you then.”

“Bye, Steve.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

You hung up and immediately took a very long sip of water, much to Nat and Bucky’s utter amusement.

“Wow, look at you, all flustered,” Nat pointed out with a devilish grin. “I haven’t seen you that nervous since the SNL performance.”

“First off,” you glared at the beautiful woman. “Fuck off and secondly, shut up.”

“Mature,” she retorted back.

Leaning against the booth, you looked to Bucky and asked him what Steve’s deal was. He shrugged and took a drink from his water.

“He’s a good guy, plain and simple. Actually, he’s that too. Simple.”

“Simple,” you repeated discouraged. “Unlike everything my life is.”

“Come on,” Buck sighed. “Your life is great, you work hard and you aren’t a spoiled little Hollywood shit.”

“Thanks,” you grunted, giving your assistant a wondrous look. “Why did I hire him again?”

Nat bit down on her lip and eyed the man next to her. “His ass, remember?”

“Riiiiight,” you clapped your hands together and nodded. “I remember that day, damn.”

“I’m right here, ladies.”

“Hmm,” Nat waved him off. “Don’t talk, it ruins the illusion.”

Bucky glared at the two of you before bursting into laughter. “I have the best job in the world.”

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