#here ya go algorithm get the stick get the stick

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I'm having a Sparks and Benny thought here. Based on this pic. Both of them arrive at home from a Xmas party at Will's. Things got hot really quick.

Note this was supposed to be in your ask box. I messaged ya this thought. My bad! Holiday brain!

The Party

Pairing: Benny Miller x “Sparks” f!reader

Word Count: 1300+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I miss the HELL out of these 2 so please continue to send in anything! Also I’m changing this up to a New Year’s Party because I couldn’t finish it in time for Christmas. And then I was even more late! Thank you for being so patient and waiting!! (This was not beta read)

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“Did we really have to dress all fancy?” Benny whines, rolling his shoulders to shift the suit jacket a little. 

“It’s Will and Makayla’s first New Year’s living together and they wanted to be fancy,” I explain as I knock on the door to Will and Makayla’s place.

“I guess.”

“Plus, it’s my first as Mrs. Miller and I wanted to look pretty.”

Benny’s eyes soften as he looks me, the edges of his gaze darkening. “You’re always gorgeous, Mrs. Miller.” He grips my hips and pulls me to him, releasing one hand to tip my chin up, kissing me softly, the heat slowly warming.

“Get your own porch, asshole.” Will had opened the door and was standing there smirking. 

“You’re right. I’ll just take my wife home then,” Benny pulls me in the direction of his jeep. 

“Nice try. Makayla would kill me if you guys didn’t show up. Come on in.” He opens the door wide and motions for us to enter, fist bumping Benny as he walks past. 

Makayla had gone all out, everything sparkling in silver, gold, and black, like a modern day Gatsby party. People had already arrived and Benny steers me towards Frankie and Monica, Santi off in the corner making out with a girl, whom I shockingly recognize. 

“Is Santi with the same girl he brought to the bar a month ago?” I whisper to Frankie and Monica. 

She nods. “Yeah! I think this one is sticking around, surprisingly enough.”

We chat with them for a bit, Makayla flitting over for a few minutes before being whisked away on a champagne emergency. The music is going, some people getting up to dance. Will recruits Benny to help him with something in the kitchen, so I pull Monica onto the dance floor, whispering to her that we’re going to be menaces to our respective husbands. 

We start dancing to the upbeat song, hands on each others hips as we sway and move to the song, her spinning me around so my back is flush with her front. And that’s when I see him, Benny, emerging from the kitchen and freezing, his eyes on me as I dance. Judging by the light chuckle in my ear from Monica, I’m guessing she caught Frankie’s eye too.

“Wanna torture them some more, Sparks?” She says close to my ear.

“Hell yeah.”

I follow her lead, moving my body as she guides me, our hips moving in tandem as she pulls me closer to her. For good measure, I lift my arm, wrapping it around the back of her head, trying not to giggle when she squeezes just a little too much on my inner hips. And then the song ends, Monica and I laughing as she hugs me.

“That was way too much fun, Sparks.”

“Yeah it was. Did you see their-”

Suddenly, Monica was ripped from my grasp, Frankie’s hand firmly clamped around her upper arm, a smirk and a wink tossed my way from her as he steers her away through the group of people. 

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” Benny had snuck up behind me, his hands now on my hips, his nose nuzzling in my hair as he speaks low in my ear. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was dancing, good sir.”

He chuckles and it makes goosebumps pop up down my arm. “Yeah. Dancing. Sure.” He  makes to pull me away, to find some secluded spot but then Will clanks a spoon on a glass and everyone turns, Benny groaning a little too loud so I elbow him softly in the ribs. 

Will puts his arm around Makayla next to him before speaking. “I just want to thank everyone for coming. We’re so excited to share our first New Year’s Eve with everyone we love and we’ve been working hard- ok. Makayla has been working hard. I just do what she says,” laughing flits around the group as Makayla playfully slaps his chest, leaving her hand on his toned pec. “But seriously. Thank you guys. Here’s to another great year!”

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The toast was had, the ball was dropped, the midnight kiss was a little too risque between you and Benny, Will not so covertly throwing an empty Solo cup at Benny’s head. 

“Ugh I’ve been dying to take these shoes off all night!” I groan, kicking my heels off and plopping down in one of our comfy chairs. 

“You looked hot though.”

“That’s the price of fashion. Pain.”

He chuckles as he removes his jacket, revealing that he wore a simple, plain black shirt underneath it, the fabric stretching and pulling as he tosses the jacket on the back of the couch and sits with a sigh. I look over at him, feeling warm watching his movements.

“Did..did you really wear a black t-shirt under your dress jacket?”

Benny looks down at his shirt, his eyebrows pulled together. “Should I not have?”

“No, no. I think it works.”

He brushes his chest and I almost come unglued. “Good.”

“Wanna see what’s under mine?”

His big blue eyes snap to mine. “Fuck yeah I do.”

I get up, standing in front of him as I pull my dress over my head, hearing his sharp intake of breath as I reveal his favorite lingerie set on me, complete with black garter belts.

“You…you had this on the whole time?”

I nod, moving to straddle him. He grips my hips, sliding his hands up to my ribs as he kisses my chest, his mustache tickling my skin causing me to chuckle. But then he grips me tight, standing abruptly and sets me in the chair, draping each of my legs over the arms of the chair. He kneels, his eyes dark and all-consuming as he stares between my legs. 

“Can you buy new underwear?”

“I think so.”

I barely get my reply out before he grips my panties, ripping the part that covers me, tucking the ripped ends up. His large hands squeeze my inner thighs and before I can say anything, his mouth is on me, warm and lapping, my legs trying to squeeze around him. He holds me open, his fingers digging deeper into my skin as I moan his name, electric sparks rolling over me as his tongue changes patterns. One of my hands grips the chair and the other moves to his hair, tugging hard and whining when his growl vibrates me. 

“Oh fuck! Ben, I -” The sounds he pulls from me are loud and grateful, Benny leaving his mouth on me to work me down. But I don’t have time to relax as he stands, pulling me up only to spin me, pushing my upper back down, the sound of a zipper loud in the quiet apartment. He drags himself through the wetness between my thighs before pushing and I slap the chair, trying to find something, anything to grip.

“Can’t believe you were wearing this the whole night and didn’t tell me,” Benny pants behind me, setting a rougher pace just hear the panted whines tumble from my lips. 

My hands scramble, still trying to find purchase as he presses harder, faster, but then he folds himself over me, engulfing me from behind, his large hands sliding down my arms, his fingers lacing with mine, holding my hands as he continues to push in further. I turn my head to the side, feeling myself hurtle towards the edge again as he brushes against that spot at the back of me. 

“Oh fuck, Benny! Please..please!” I come, tightening around him, his breaths panting out across my neck as he buries his face, turning his head slightly to bite my shoulder as he comes, his hips pushing in a few more times as he releases. His bite turns to kisses, nuzzling into my hair before he whispers.

“I love you, Sparks.”

I manage to finally catch my breath. “Don’t you mean Mrs. Miller?”

“Fuck!” He pulls out but stands, picking me up to throw me over his shoulder with a squeal as he stomps down the hallway, spending the next few hours showing me exactly what being called Mrs. Miller does to him.

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Miguel’s new secretary ooh-la-la

(lol /j 💀)

Miguel O’Hara & y/n, any gender or non gender. Very casual writing style. TW Dark humor, dangerous situations, 18+. Y/n are sorta attracted to Miguel (why else would you be here?) but he doesn’t know you lol

This is a loooong read so make sure you have time or something. Also, there’s an illustration in the middle of the chapter! Enjoy

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MIGUEL & YOU

ACT 1 | ALGORITHMIC LOTTERY

It's the year 2110.

You are maneuvering through traffic in a sputtery fashion, the lifter problem in your engine getting so bad it almost sounds like you got rocks under the hood. The podcast is going on about alligators in Nueva York sewers.

“Couldn’t be more wrong,” you mumble, “there’s CROCODILES in the sewers, not alligators.”

You aren’t looking forward to this interview. How the heck did you manage an audition for office secretary to the CEO of Alchemax?!

“I don’t know,” you say aloud to your other self, “but if I get the job, Imma upgrade to a better ride than this heap of Maglev shit…”

But there’s other bitches who want this position. Two of them you are aware of: Syd and Brody. Syd is a real suck up who will say any damn thing to get the position. She out-groveled you and got the lead PR accounting job you wanted. Suck-up Syd is what you call her around your friends. Brody on the other hand is opposite; he thinks he can strong-arm his way into anything and he pretty much has. He’s kicked people down, screwed people over, and there’s a rumor he filed a sexual harassment charge on his friend Ashton just to get the promotion before Ashton could.

These two skanks are gonna be tricky, but that’s the least of why you loathe this whole thing. You also heard that Miguel O’Hara is a hard ass. When he came into power a few years ago, he immediately fired the former secretary for talking about his father in a positive light. Then he proceeded to chew and spit out people who ever had the misfortune of being in that job position.

“Or maybe they just cut their losses after raking in half a billion,” your friend Speshall guessed the last time you seen her, “they prolly couldn’t take the heat for that long so they waited until they were set for life then said something stupid on purpose to get him to let them go. What a retirement plan! To work for the sexiest man of the year then have him berate you on your way out!”

She was always like this.

Anyway, now your car is not being validated in the automated parking center.

“What the HELL?!”

“Sorry, your credit has been declined.”

“Oh fuck me-“

You fumble your lanyard of data sticks. You are looking for the green one, which has a small amount of credit you procured from test playing phone games. You lean out of your car window to bring the green stick drive near the wireless reader.

“Sorry, we cannot accept credit from online gambling. Please use another method of payment.”

“Oh fuck you!”

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Now you are walking. You had to park where they don’t give a shit about where your money is from. Alchemax is trying to create a good precedent by not accepting dirty money, but Alchemax, as far as you know, does dirtier stuff for pay. Why the hell is “gambling money” any different?!

Scowling so hard, you almost didn’t notice there’s some douchebag trying to walk close behind you. He probably saw the lanyard of data sticks around your neck, so you fluff your scarf around until they are covered.

“I don’t have any money, muh guy” you say in your heaviest Nueva York accent along with this generations lingo.

“Oh I’m not afta you. I was tryna tell ya there’s this otha weirdo following ya. I’m tryna group up here.”

You know better than to look back. That’s what this fucko wants you to do. He’s probably a flasher, so you walk into traffic.

“Hey that’s dangerous, yo!”

You don’t listen. Cars flying past is not as scary as going up to see the freakin CEO of Alchemax.

No cars hit you, so now you have to face reality. You walk into the Alchemax Business Bureau building (one of hundreds), and wave your ID at the receptionist in the lobby. The receptionist is preoccupied with a lady who has one hand on her hip and the other holding out a holo watch. It’s projecting a screen with a giant hourglass animation flipping over and over.

“I don’t know why it’s so hard to get a damn cup of coffee around here, I just don’t!”

“C’mon it’s not necessary to bring security here, ma’am.”

He remains standing behind his desk and grimaces at you. You really need to get him to validate your ID so you won’t be stopped by security, so you pull up your phone and say to the woman, “you want some coffee coupons for Dunkin Donuts?”

“What?”

You open your savings app and hastily air-swipe several coupons to her holo device like someone flicking bills at a stripper. She stops to look at them.

“A regular frap for half off? Oh woooow, how- will they really honor this?” She asks.

“Yeah! It’s good for two more days, so you may wanna hurry over to the kiosk at the west end.”

“Really?”

“They sell all brands of coffee, they’ll honor it.”

“Well, nevermind, then,” she says curtly to the receptionist as she turns her shoulder away, “Didn’t want hours-old coffee anyway.”

She turns on her fancy heel and trots away. You grin stupidly at the receptionist who rolls his eyes and snatches your ID card from you. He swipes it near his card reader then flicks it back without a word.

After a nod, you swiftly leave down the lobby to the elevator area. You round the corner and see an open elevator closing. It's the only one since the other two are under construction. You rush forward as fast as your legs will allow.

"Wait wait WAIT WAIT!"

The doors are closing and you see the face of Suck-up Syd with her smoky eyes and faux fur capelet. She smiles and does nothing as the doors close.

"Shocking typical," you grumble. But you know where the other elevator is. You take off to the other end of the building for the second set of elevators.

You make it onto the elevator with two other people, some white chick and an Indian dude. The lady sees your pass.

"Going for the secretary job?" She asks.

"Yeah."

“Me too. If I don’t get this, I’m going to jump from this building,” the lady jokes.

“If I get this, I WILL jump from this building,” you add.

“Either way, it's gonna be job security for the custodian department,” the Indian guy says. All three of you chuckle politely.

The elevator lets more people in. You check your phone. You are fucking late by 20 minutes, but so is the lady who wants this job or else. You assume it would have taken a while anyway, since there was about 15 people going in for this very same job. Could it be you?! Could you land this job?! What if your mom was wrong?! And what if O’Hara says yes? What if you are set for life?

The final floor of this elevator is reached. You wobble on your way out. The lady doesn’t move.

“Actually, I can’t do this. I’m going home.”

The elevator doors close and she goes back down. You hear a faint byeeeeeeeeeee as the elevator descends to lower levels. You pay no heed and follow the Indian man into the massive hall.

There’s already chaos. One guy is being escorted out of the lobby by his shirt collar, and he's spouting obscenities. Some lady had dropped all her paperwork and she’s too numb to pick it up again. Two ladies near her are sarcastically wishing each other luck, one of them is Suck-up Syd. She looks 10x more desperate today with her tight-fitting outfit and belt buckle the size of a plate. Her overly fake smile gives you no esteem or hope. You almost sit but realize there’s barf on the chair.

Okay, surely everyone is overreacting in here.

“Man I’m not scared at all. There’s a trick to facing down Alpha males,” says a guy who you didn’t ask.

“Ah, cool.” you say through a grin. It’s Brody. You don’t even have to see him to know he’s there with his overwhelming presence of snobbery.

“See, as a Sigma male,” he continues, leaning on the back of the barf chair to talk to you, “I don’t adhere to the Alpha’s orders. That’s how the pack survives! One guy is an outlier so like if the Alpha fails in his role as leader, the Sigma will show by example and the rest of the females and Betas will follow him-“

“BRODY!”

You and Brody see Ashton in the doorway you came from. Ashton beelines across the room with his briefcase raised high. He brings it down on Brody with a loud clunk and they grapple and exchange blows. You go ahead and sit down perfectly still.

"Oh my GOD!" Suck-up Syd muses. She only sees this as two less competitors. You wince as the men start yelling obscenities at each other in their struggle. The guards who took out the last guy come back in and see this happening and they both huff angrily.

"Next!"

"Ah, that's me!" Syd says, “you guys are welcome to leave, I probably got this in the bag.”

She gets up and thrusts her capelet onto the lobby assistant.

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Four hours pass. Brody and Ashton were escorted from the building, those bozos didn’t even get an interview, but it was funny watching Brody get dragged down to hell by a demon he wronged.

Suck-up Syd walked out in tears and a forced smile. You felt bad for making fun of her in the past. She’s just kinda desperate and a little pathetic. You assume groveling doesn't work on the boss.

Other people came and went swiftly. The cheerful Indian man from earlier left looking surprised at his failure. The lady who dropped all her crap earlier apparently already had an interview and was reeling from her bad luck. You understand their disappointment since being chosen for this position was like winning the lottery, except you don't know if you won or not.

“Next!”

Your stomach twists but you refuse to be like them. This is just a job. You’ll be answering phones, emails, and possibly even mailing some dry cleaning. No big fuckin deal.

You thank the lobby assistant but she ignores you and walks away. She is just doing her job. She looks very tired of everyone else’s shit and is probably glad it's over. You walk to the elevator where the second to last person is taking baby-steps, talking on his phone with someone nursing his wounded pride. That could be you in a minute.

I'm probably not gonna get it either, you think, but I'm going down with some dignity.

You work yourself up as you step into yet another elevator, this one glass paneled. You stare across Nueva York as you ascend, contemplating your future. So what if you don't make it? You will simply fall back to your job and go about your life. Your mom will say she's right about the invitation being a fluke. You will go back to paying off debts and supplementing your food budget by testing mobile phone games during work hours and before you go to sleep. You see your own reflection, no longer as young as you used to be, and you sigh.

The glass doors open behind you. You walk through another set of foggy glass doors. Despite your self pep talk, you are still not looking forward to this. You've seen pictures of Miguel O'Hara before; over 6 feet tall, wide shoulders that could support an ox yoke, and a presence so large one would think he could go toe to toe with Godzilla. How will the interview go? You imagine fire. You expect a demon sitting behind a black marble desk in the darkness, a horrendous mob boss wearing Scarface attire, spitting fiery facts and passing cruel judgment, his horns ascending at the heavens with searing indifference and contempt for mercy. You expect a fax machine in the corner that will print out your death.

This is not what you see.

There he is, in this meager temp office sitting behind a tiny desk covered in empty water bottles. His shoulders are wider than the desk, but he's scrunching them in to seem normal. He's wearing a regular dress shirt, no tie. No fancy jewelry either, just some off-brand oversized watch on his left wrist. He looks disappointed already, but not at you. He’s squinting down at some of the tiny desks’ interactive holo-projections. You see your name on one of the files he’s peering at through comically large anti glare glasses.

You don’t sit. You are too stressed. He hasn’t noticed you. He picks up one of the water bottles and carefully opens it with his monster hands. They look travel-sized compared to him. He sips it and notices you.

“Hello!” You greet.

He finishes it in two gulps and sets it down slowly, as to not disturb the other bottles.

“Okay I don’t have a lot of time left, so let’s cut through here… you work for the guys in the PR department-“

“Ah yeah, they are a very friendly bunch down there! That is until you get to know them!” You blurt out. He looks up at you with tired eyes and swipes through the files without looking at them.

“Says here you were demoted from vice head PR accounting a while back, but you attached a note saying you have an alibi? Let’s hear it.”

“Uhhh.”

“C’mon I don’t have all day.”

“There was a payment discrepancy, uh, I was given a raise but I noticed my boss didn’t update it for a whole month. He was on vacation and wasn't answering my calls, so... since he left the finances to me I updated it myself… And I got into trouble BUT it was technically not embezzlement, so I was given an ultimatum to either move to a lower department or get fired, so-“

“Self-reliant. Got it. There's a note from your current department head saying she's been notified anonymously that you've been paying for Alchemax home services with gambling money, what do you have to say about that?"

"I- that is a th- thing with SoloGameMedia, ah, they are a parent company to a gambling franchise, therefore every transaction from them is registered as gambling profit- but I test games with- from them directly! It's a side hustle- thing, I- that, I DO NOT playtest games during work hours! Only on-"

"Why do you think I should hire you?”

You are caught off guard by the most basic interview question.

“Hhhhhh WELL… because you need a secretary now?”

He’s already looking back down at the files again. You can see NYPD files, apparently he’s now looking at your small criminal record. You also notice his shirt is unbuttoned on the top. For curiosity's sake, you discreetly raise up on your toes to see down his cleavage. It's deeper than you expected. One mighty flex and that shirt will send buttons flying everywhere. He looks back up as you quickly drop back down on your heels.

“Yeah. Mmm. Ok. So you are way in over your head in college and credit debt, you have been gambling as a means to get by- really don’t care about that, and you did not dispute your boss's ultimatum when you had the chance."

"Wait, what?"

"Four years ago, when your boss gave you the ultimatum to get demoted or get fired. His proposal was ILLEGAL."

Your gut twists.

"That- that was illegal?!"

"You had six months to report him and you didn't. Why?"

"Be- because I just thought he was being fair, I-"

"I'm sorry, but you got screwed."

He looks sincere behind those nerdy lenses with his pout lips. You really want to throw something right now.

“I… oh…”

"Look, the most I can do is re-open your case," he says as he pushes his glasses back up his nose bridge, "You might get a small settlement out of it, but even that isn't guaranteed."

"So... I'm not getting the job?"

"How do you expect to get hired with such an unexceptional history of white collar crime and a meek attitude that's gotten you nowhere? Hey Lyla? Is this all we have?”

An AI assistant pops up from the interactive desk.

“This is the last one, sir.”

“Okay, cool. Look I’m sure you’re actually great at your job, but I have places to be-“

“Wha- well so do I!”

“Uh huh, nice talking to you,“ he scoots his chair back and hits his knee on the tiny desk, sending empty bottles scattering all over the room. He cringes.

“Well if I’m so unexceptional, why was I accepted for an interview?!”

“I’m gonna guess because of some algorithmic lottery? Probably to do with the amount of experience you have in your department, I dunno,” He guesses as he attempts to gather the bottles by sweeping them under the desk with his shoes, “If you wanna blame someone for the short interview time, thank those other time-wasters who came before you. I gotta go.”

“Now WAIT a… minute”

He stands up from his tiny desk as you say that. He’s towering over you with a tired expression and loose strands of hair about his face.

“What?” He asks, all friendliness gone.

“Can we continue this interview at a different time? You obviously haven’t found a secretary you want, but you still need one, right?! I could be the one you need even if I’m not the one you want!”

It takes every inch of your being to not slap yourself on the forehead. He is scrunching his nose, squinting down at you with mild contempt. You get a good look at his sharp, broad temples and cheekbones, complete with a hardened jaw. His thick dark lips are pulled to one side in annoyance and are accentuated with a pair of jowls that look poised to bite at any time like some kind of deep sea angler fish. His eyes are very dark. They almost look red…

His expression goes blank as he sighs.

“Okay.”

“Great! Ah, when?!”

“Tomorrow, same time.”

“Grabsolutely- Great- fantastic! I won’t let you down!”

“Uh huh.”

He leaves. You assume you should leave too. You awkwardly follow him. He grabs his coat off a nearby chair, and you get a brief display of his amazing body shape as he flips the coat over his shoulders. You avert your attention to the floor, already feeling disrespectful after having looked down his shirt. Now you are both in the elevator. You are doing all in your power not to pass out over your small lucky break.

O’Hara pretends you aren’t there as he looks at his phone and chats with his AI assistant.

“Lyla, push the evening meeting to tomorrow as well, except an hour earlier.”

“Roger that!”

“I need coffee.”

“Roger that also!”

“Please, PLEASE tell them to not add cream. I really hate when they do that.”

You wanna ask him if he’s lactose intolerant but you already pushed your luck today.

Apparently he is exiting the building in the same way you are going, but he's booking it with long ass strides and it's difficult to keep up. You both end up on the same elevator again, this time with other people. He awkwardly acknowledges you with a blank smirk and brow raise, then promptly looks back down at his phone. Everyone else is trying not to bother him.

"Hello, Mister O'Hara, I didn't realize you were here! Hi!" says a lady who is shooting her shot at a social connection (she totally knew he was there.)

"Ah, hey. Miss...?"

"Stacy Brian! We met at the Student Festival earlier this year."

"Oh, right, right! Miss Brian, how are you?"

"Doing well! I didn’t know you wore glasses!"

"Oh- I totally forgot these were on my face," he admits while taking them off and trying to find a place to stash them, "I actually don’t wear glasses, it's- um, I have issues with bright computer screens."

You discreetly watch him in the elevator wall reflection as he quickly swaps the lenses out for a pair of red sunglasses. The elevator doors open and everyone flows out into the foyer. You realize you never got his card.

"Hey one more thing, sir!" You call out to him.

"What?"

"I don't have your number! What if we need to reschedule?!"

"Ah, right. Get your phone out, please."

He turns back around and searches for something on his phone. With a swift flick of his hand, he air drops his ID and number to your device.

"Thank you!"

"¡De nada!"

He swiftly leaves through the front doors and trots down the steps. You watch this huge marvel of nature hail a cab. The automated transporter car is so small that he has to bring his shoulders in tight to fit through the doorway. This seems to have more to do with him not wanting to snag his nice jacket.

A man of this position and wealth... hailing a cab? Must be in THAT much of a hurry. You look down at the data he sent you. His ID photo looks like they took his picture after pulling an all-nighter, and his half-hearted smile reveals his crooked teeth. But somehow he still looks great in an unconventional way.

•°《💀》°•

You drive home, feeling both anxious and also deflated. Miguel O'Hara was a mixed bag of what you expected. Speshall hyped him up as a sexy hunk of the year and Brody felt so intimidated that he went on an unwarranted Alpha Male rant, but the guy was so awkward with his tiny desk and water bottles and weird glasses, and he was whining to his AI helper about his coffee. He’s a large… finicky… lactose-intolerant nerd, but he's also got the moxy to move mountains. What’s more, now ya gotta think of what to say to him in the next interview. What could be expected of a guy like that? What if he cancels the meeting and your chance is lost forever?

Your car makes it home and you sit in it for a moment. Speshall left you a text asking about the interview.

Went weird, you text back.

"Welcome back, tenant 27," the AI apartment valet greets.

You open your car door and notice you've been parked over the grates again. You remember when you last dropped your phone in this spot, the fucking thing went right in between the grate holes and you couldn’t get it back for a week. You have the presence of mind to upload the latest bit of information (O'Hara's phone number) to your data cloud.

You walk through the parking garage. You know all the safe routes. It didn’t matter who you were, Nueva York was never safe at night.

You hear footsteps to your left but it’s just a couple of people walking together, a man and woman trying to huddle. The garage opening is just ahead. You go ahead and march out, not looking back.

You step out into the warm breeze of middle-class Nueva York. The wind is artificial, billowing from the hydro-electric plants that keeps this city running. It took you forever to get here, a lot of cheap-skating, white lies, and debt piling to maintain this life, but you are here! Unapologetic holo screens buzz near you as you walk, begging you to spend money as they light up the way to your apartment. There's no point in tapping their "no" buttons since that just wastes your time. The screens showcased brand-new cars, beautiful clothes, and radiant health. If you had more money, at least some of that could be yours. You hate that people roll around in all the wonderful things this world has to offer while you have to make do with decade old clothing and over-processed food. Where the hell is everyone getting it all from? When the hell will you get yours?

“Hey! Wanna buy a shared data cloud?!”

You are now being bothered by a salesman. You say nothing and keep walking. Even saying no opens more dialogue. He gives up but another comes at you.

“Wanna be a part of the elite task force that edits any and all articles about Thor?! It’s a paying job! $100 an hour!”

As dystopian as it sounds, $100 an hour won’t get you far in Nueva York, not in this era of quadrillionaires.

“Hey, I saw ya on da street earlier! Ya walked into traffic!”

You accidentally glance over at the familiar voice talking about the familiar subject. He’s got you. Your eyes are fixated on a creepypasta face, his irises flashing in a hypnotic pattern. This was way worse than the idea of the guy being just a flasher.

He’s a black market demon. The worst street hawker known to man.

You can’t remember much else besides him taking you by the hand and leading you away.

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Next: ACT 2 | BLACK MARKET DEMONS

#miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel x you #kinda #not really #more like awkward turtle #MIGUEL & YOU #Spiderman 2099 fanfic #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n

[bomberqueen17]

hi welcome back

My disorganized-bitch policy of never unfollowing people who go inactive unless a spammer takes over their zombie account is paying off and i’m seeing some ancient blogs come back online and resume their activity now that Certain Events have Transpired in the Greater Context of Social Media so I just sorta wanna say hi and welcome back and listen

listen

shit is weird, and the only way we’re all gonna survive is if we stick together and get even weirder, so like

come on in, the water’s fine, I’m doing my part to keep it unhinged with ya. Shop local, buy small, we can’t activism our way out of this one but we can do good where we can, tip your server, etc. etc., but really above all else remember, be unmarketable-to and as weird as possible.

(My particular part in this nonsense is that I write shockingly-coherent but unreasonably long intertwined epics nominally based on the concept of Witcher fanfiction (netflix? book? video games? yes and no to all three) but by this point they’re mostly OCs. We’re not at a million words yet but not for want of trying. This is not a marketable or rational thing to do. But if you were wondering what I’ve been up to, that’s what I’ve been up to, since March of 2020 when I realized not all of us were getting out of this alive.)

Pull up a coping mechanism. Be nice. Get weird. Ignore celebrities. Dismiss influencers. Avoid algorithms. Turn off the “best stuff first” shit. Look up things your damn self. Reblog all the good stuff you find. Use the queue function or not. Embrace the cringe. Post some titties. (as an aside: i have only seen like one pair of titties since they announced that, are we dead inside or what? come on man. no, no, i’m there with you-- I’m not posting shit until i see something i can believe in. So, free the nipple but like, someone else go first.)

Anyway hi. Some of us are still here. 

Let’s get weirder.

#tumblr #this blue hellsite #about the author

[moemoemammon]

MC's Chuck E Cheese Birthday Party!

(Feat. The Demon Bros and Luke)

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Lucifer

Did everything in his power to try to talk you out of choosing Chuck E Cheese's as your party destination, but,,, it's what you wanted, so,,,

He'll sit in a booth and watch you like a moody parent. That is, until Mammon harasses him into joining in on the "fun".

LONG, DRAMATIC SIGH,,,,, if he has no choice, he supposes he could play a few games and give you whatever he wins. 

Satan somehow managed to convince him to play air hockey, and Lucifer surprisingly agreed. Yeah he was suspicious of his gremlin brother’s intentions, but it’d probably be fine.

What was supposed to be a friendly game between brothers has turned into an all out war. Their blinding speed turns the puck into a blur, and they’ve gathered a crowd-

Lucifer wins, but he doesn’t have a chance to celebrate because someone throws a fucking slice of pizza at the back of his head

Mammon

This isn't what HE would've chosen, but he guesses it's fine. An arcade means gambling in some way, right?

Makes a beeline for the coin drop game. He loves also loves the games that give you a 20% chance of winning a jackpot of some kind and honestly?? He's fucking GOOD... when Asmodeus isn't constantly poking his sides and making him mess up.

It takes him no time to figure out the algorithms of those games and now he's raking in all the tickets. Staff is suspicious as hell

Especially when they see a grown man walk up to the prize counter with his arms full of tickets, no children in sight.

"MC! Get over here and pick out some prizes! I won all this for yet birthday, so let me spoil ya!"

Ok thank you for the hundreds of stuffed animals and cheap plastic toys Mammon

Levi

See, Levi was excited when you suggested going to a human world arcade, but he didn't think you meant.... something like THIS. Why don’t any of the dance games have songs by Ruri-chan??? What a waste...

But it's still technically an arcade, so he might as well enjoy it since he couldn't go home. And maybe he could impress you by earning a ton of tickets! These human world arcade games are gonna be a cakewalk.

...Is what he thought, until he realized that the controls were so worn from millions of children manhandling them that he couldn’t play at all! Why couldn’t these stupid normie games cooperate?!

 But the thing that finally made him snap was when a little kid told him he sucked. 

Cue Levi abandoning all moral principles and absolutely OBLITERATING this toddler at Frogger. You think he won’t go all out against a baby?? You are wrong. 

It’s not about morals, MC. It’s a matter of his pride as a gaming master, so please stand back while he makes a human child cry.

Satan

See, Satan is all for celebrating the way you want to (and he's good at pretending like he's not bothered), but he can't really say that a pizza and sweat scented arcade full of screaming children is the best place to read a book

Regardless, it’s pretty funny watching you run around like an excited little kid, dragging everyone around to the nearest game.

Then he gets the great idea of harassing Lucifer into playing air hockey with him. “It’s MC’s birthday, so why don’t we let loose a little?”

All hell breaks loose and now they’ve attracted the attention of a crowd of amazed children, all according to plan. How humiliating would it be for Lucifer to lose in front of CHILDREN?

Thought he was slick and cursed the puck to move away from Lucifer every time he tried to hit it, but somehow he’s?? still winning???

Satan would’ve been pissed off if not for the mysterious slice of pizza that came sailing through the air and hit Lucifer in the back of the head

Asmo

The tables are sticky. Everything smells weird. Children are everywhere. Everything is so flashy and gaudy that it’s giving him a headache-

This wasn’t Asmo’s party destination of choice, but... well.. it’s fine as long as he sticks to you, right? 

Also refuses to touch anything because as familiar as he may be with sticky surfaces, this ain’t it chief.

Since he’s so bored, he decides to Mammon, constantly poking and tickling him so he’ll loose at the games he’s playing, and runs away when he’s attacked

Soon enough though, Asmo excuses himself to the bathroom, thinking no one notices how he’s dragging a staff member toward the supply closet-

Eventually comes back to tell you that he set something up, so now you can get whatever prize you’d like!

Beel

Pizza pizza pizza pizza pizza pi-

Yeah, Beel is fine with wherever you wanna go for your birthday. It's your special day after all! So when you suggest whatever the hell 'Chuck E Cheese' is, he's just happy you're happy

Also wants to know what kind of cheese they have. Asks you if Mr. Chuck himself can be eaten. Sad when you say no....

At the end of the party, you notice that the other staff members are whispering amongst themselves about the sudden disappearance of a certain rat mascot.

Beel is sweating. Why is there stuffing on your shirt collar, Beel.

Oh man oh no, Lucifer got hit with pizza! Beel thinks he should go over there and eat it for him. Sorry, gotta go-

Belphie

Belphie wasn’t a big fan of your choice for a birthday destination, mostly because there was no way he’d be able to sleep with all the music and screaming going on, but who is he to argue against your decision?

Besides, he soon realizes that the sky tunnels are the PERFECT nap spot, save for the occasional kid crawling over him.

It also gives him a bird’s eye view of everything that’s going on, including the intense air hockey battle between Lucifer and Satan.

Hey wouldn’t it be funny if he uhhh threw a slice of pizza at Lucifer’s head lmao yEET

Seeing Lucifer’s reaction is everything he needed to turn this day into an even better one. Now he can sleep peacefully <3

Falls asleep and gets left there on accident because no one can find him

Luke

Belphie is literally blocking Luke in and he can’t eSCAPe

All he did was follow a kid into the tunnels! They looked so fun that he couldn’t resist, despite his many claims that he wasn’t a child and shouldn’t be treated as such. 

But when he saw you waving at him from one of the tunnel windows, he became determined to crawl to every window he could find and wave from there, too.

Then Belphegor came along.

How can anyone sleep so soundly?? He’s been smacking, shoving, and poking the sleeping demon but nothing is working! Time to cry-

Also gets left behind because no one can hear him screaming.

#obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date #shall we date? obey me! #shall we date obey me #obey me! shall we date? #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me headcanons #obey me! headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me! imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me! scenarios #obey me writing #obey me! writing #obey me fanfic #obey me! fanfic #obey me luke #obey me! Luke #obey me crack #obey me shitposts #obey me shitpost

[pyrten]

Post about Tumblr etiquette and basic stuff that I'm trying to make as entertaining and colourful as possible because I have the attention span of a stick and if I saw long paragraphs like this too, i would go " I will scroll ".

Part 2: here you go. it’s very short, i think. 

CW! Twitter discourse (indicated, Techno's boundaries being broken. sleepytwt disbanding??, it's short, don't worry).

Hi hi hello to you all coming from Twitter after whatever the fuck happened. Sit down have a drink, take a sip, have a cookie (...cept for chocolate chip, those are mine). It's pretty safe here as long as nobody drags in the cousin we all dislike.

Tags, hashtags, not shopping tags.

We use the tags as a filtering system, basically. Like stuff about:

Tubbo in general? #tubbo .

Stuff about character Tubbo? #c!tubbo / #c!Tubbo .

Stuff about content creator Tubbo? #cc!Tubbo / #cc!tubbo.

etc. etc.

We try to keep positive stuff in the main tags (in general tags), occasionally there will be stuff about Twitter or negativity about them but generally, as far as I've seen, they aren't heavy, or they are but they're pretty solid arguments that aren't like, loud, yelling, or gives off that vibe, I suppose.

#cw!__ / #tw!__ / #neg!__ / #__ crit+ more can be tagged if needed or requested (as in, if the tag isn't already there). Depends on who runs the blog. Whether you need to send in a ask, or just reply to the post, or DM. Up to the person to runs the blog.

-- if there's more I'll add, when I think of them later --

Reblog button my beloved

I'm not : hey I study the algorithm I know shit!

But IG and Twitter runs on likes / retweets. Tumblr runs on reblogs. yeah, yeah, that small button that's like, circular next to the heart.

Looks like recycling, something the government failed to incorporate well. Looks like the recycling symbol doesn't it? yeah it just lacks one arrow and it's not a triangle.

Liking posts? Great that's nice buddy, thank you (not /s)

Reblogging? Mmmmmmm THATS THE SHIT. SEEING THAT IN MY NOTIFS? serotonin. absolutely.

please, it's like the one thing that's keeping this platform afloat and information / works spreading. also it helps spreads the post. Liking doesn't do much, most it does is be a bookmark just so you can look for that post later.

"but I don't want my blog to be flooded with stuff I reblog!" No, no, dude (gender neutral), that's how you get people to follow and find your stuff. You really worried about people being annoyed, can't find what you actually post? Refer to part 1, tags as a filtering system. Make a reference post or whatever, pin it to your profile or make a Carrd, link that stuff. If people are really that lazy to go to the hashtag, doom scrolling works for them.

Filtering, yes great mechanic.

Filtering, now, this isn't for other people to find your stuff and save them time of scrolling. It's somewhat related to the tagging system of Tumblr but it's for yourself this time, very cool.

- Gear icon. Top right corner of your profile.

- Account settings.

- Filtering.

Two options : tag filter and content filter.

Tags filter is self-explanatory. You enter the tag you don't wanna see, and done. You'll never see that tag, or any posts that have that tag again.

Content filter filters posts with certain text content. Certain- as in the text you've entered, and decided you never wanna see em.

Congratulations, your eyes didn't lose HP today.

Bruh when was this posted.

Haven't used Tumblr on a laptop for a while, but I'm pretty sure it says, uh somewhere.

But on phone:

Three dots. Top right of the post.

There it is, like, rightttt there, above that rectangle pop up thing, there's the date. Have fun seeing how dead some blogs are.

My post is getting drowned :(

Uh, reblog your own post or pin it to your own profile. That works.

So does the post drowning and disappearing into oblivion. Tapping a button requires a lot of work and if ya don't want to, shruggie.

Ayo, if you're gonna justify something about someone or any situation, be specific and as clear as you possibly could, if you mess up a little with your argument, that's fine. Edit button is a pencil on the post, you can make another post or reblog the OG post to clarify.

Use tone indicators. There are neurodivergent people on this platform, like, every platform basically. Save us some worrying and head scratching.

Use the tone indicators, and don't use them as a joke (unless it's between like close moots, and your uh following gets it then yeah I suppose that's fine, but clarify in the tags would be great).

Typing out /insert_acronym_here isn't a time consuming thing. ( A simple Google search of Reddit tone indicators can give you a list if you need it ).

Last thing I can really think of is: the hashtags is where all the short hot takes, that good shit, is.

Not just in general, in posts too ;) .

also why are people on Twitter spreading the #kick____ with saying that you shouldn't do that. Your intentions are great m8, but uh, ಠ◡ಠ that's a... It's a method.

k welcome to tumblr. Each app has their like etiquette, this is Tumblr's or the most I can think of. no you can't have my chocolate chip cookies, have a good stay.

I'm going to bed like man, I'm sleepy. (Also since people is coming in because of like, the stuff related to SBI going on twitter, gonna mainly tag that. Hope that's chill)

Also, it's Ramadan. claps, Ramadan Mubarak, have a good one y'all. (whispers hey, hey send some love to fellow Muslims, hope you're doing well.)

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15/4/2021 , 6.42 PM --- Filtering (new section)

#tumblr etiquette #general #mcyt #technoblade #sleepy bois inc #sbi #cw! twitter discourse #uhhh if ya wanna add in replies yeah thats chill. #twitter discourse #mention. #aw i messed something up tumblr why have you done this.

[sweetescapeartist]

THE HYPOCRISY OF SAIYAN SCHOLAR 👓

First of all, this ain't some "hit piece." Internet beef is boring & a waste of my time.

I'm just pointing out his hypocrisy & the character bias that Saiyan Scholar often pretends he doesn't have. Basically what I'm gonna say is...

"If you don't like Krillin then stop pretending just to get views. It's clear you're one of those ppl who doesn't understand the characters as well as you claim. If you did, then you wouldn't sneak in the picture of 18 with Vegeta while you "talk good about Krillin." Just be honest. You don't like Krillin & you're a Vegeta fanboy who wants 18 to be in an abusive relationship with the man who tried to murder her and didnt see her as a person."

Now that the main point is out of the way, allow me to elaborate.

In Saiyan Scholar's videos about Krillin that are meant to be positive for Krillin, Scholar inserts this sexualized pic of 18 vs Vegeta while saying...

Saiyan Scholar: "...then, that's fine. I mean, Krillin's not exactly complaining, is he?"

*shows image of 18 with Vegeta instead of Krillin for no reason, defeating the purpose of Krillin positivity*

He's done so at least twice to my knowledge.

(If I remember correctly, the other video was taken down due to the copyright stuff from Toei. So, he decided to include this image in a video about Krillin again.)

And here's my response to his "Android 18 Sucked Krillin Dry Of Relevance" video mentioned above.

I make a fair point.

I haven't seen him insert sexualized pics of Bulma with Goku, Yamcha or someone else when he makes a positive video about Vegeta. Nor have I seen him do such in Goku, Tien or videos about anyone else. It seems Krillin is the only one that he does this to. 🤔

I don't find Saiyan Scholar's videos very interesting to have watched everything he does & I watch him less often now. Meaning, idk if he has "slyly" displayed his dislike for Krillin in such a manner more than twice. I do know he favors Tien more than Krillin, which is fine. Most DB fans don't understand Krillin nor Tien, so they go with the "cooler looking" character.

Imo, his vids are entertaining at first, but I lose interest quickly. His accent is cool (or would it be dialect since we both speak English?) but, his content is mostly the same boring info about Vegeta or Saiyans that almost every DB-tuber repeats. Or he somehow attempts to power-wank Vegeta when it's unnecessary. (Something he denied even when I had evidence to prove his points wrong.)

Link to my post about his Vegeta video.

Link to what was said on Twitter about my post. (His tweets are deleted tho. We mostly disagreed, but agreed on some stuff.)

Honestly... I don't watch most DB-tubers 'cause most of their content is so similar and their content is Saiyan reliant. It's the same 'ol thing.

Repeated info about Saiyans & Vegeta that we already know.

Similar what-if stories about Vegeta & Saiyans.

Innacurate depictions of beloved characters like Vegeta, Gohan, Krillin, Goku, Yamcha, Tien, ect. (most DB-tubers don't understand the characters either, & ironically, they're viewed as knowledgeable sources by the fandom)

But, Saiyan centric vids do get the most views, so I understand why many make those. It's extremely easy to profit off of Saiyan fans & Vegeta fans.

I bet you're wondering why I'm subscribed to Saiyan Scholar. No? Eh, I'll tell ya anyway.

It's 'cause I feel like it. Also, is 1 less subscriber supposed to stick it to him or something? Nope. Views, watch time, and interactions help with the algorithm. I already said I don't watch most of his vids anymore because of the sub-par content similar to many other DB-tubers. I don't give him thumbs up or down 'cause that's algorithm too. And this is my only comment on his videos.

I'd rather see him & others do better videos. I could name all of them but I won't. But Geekdom is one I'd like to see improve. He's been making a lot of Vegeta videos as of recent. But, at times, it seems that he's doing leaps in logic to apease Vegeta fans. It's a smart financial move to capitalize on Vegeta fans who desperately eat up anything about Vegeta. If you didn't know this about most Vegeta fans, now you know.

(Sometimes Vegeta fans/stans even threaten to get videos taken down if they disagree with a video that's speaking truth & doesn't promote the lies they like to hear. I know... crazy.)

Lying, stretching the truth, or omitting crucial info in order to boister up a character just proves that the character isn't as great as many make them out to be. It also takes away from the actual character development of someone like Vegeta.

There are of tons of ppl fooled by the slick talk from "influencers" but, there are many more ppl who choose to be blind to fit their biases. No point trying to reach ppl who already dismiss truth & accept what they want to hear. Their minds are already made up. I just wanna inform the select few who may read this. Don't be manipulated & search for truth.

That's all. Thanks for reading. ✌

#Saiyan Scholar #hypocrisy #Krillin #YouTube

[borkthemork]

Comfort - Kaiju AU Fanfic

Summary: Connie wanted a moment to study at the Temple, and found a friend to pass the time.

Fanfic based off @reverse-monster-buddies!

Word Count: 2,696.

Reblogs are appreciated!

Ao3 Link

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Connie Maheswaran had work to do, a lot of it. It was the reason why she had counted her fingers on the bus, watched the horizon awaken through the windows, fog covering the corners of the panes. The morning was early, the skies painted in auburn amidst the blotched white clouds, and the silhouette of the town was prominent, the hallmark of it — the lighthouse on the massive green cliff — was a clear indicator that she was in the right place. The vehicle rumbled, shifting the backpack seated beside her a little. She had planned to stay in Beach City for a few hours. It felt weird to stay at home when the Maheswaran residence didn’t have anyone to occupy it except for her. Knowing her parents, they wouldn’t mind her being out and about on such a gorgeous day, welcomed by warm rays, beach sand between her toes, the secrets of this specific town hers and hers alone.

The rolled landscape from the glass started to slow down, and with it, Connie grabbed her backpack. The engine rumbled to a stutter as the town grew closer until, finally, they halted at the familiar stop.

The bus driver looked at her from his seat. He had a groomed mustache, hair grayed at the scalp, potbelly noticeable even with how far she was from the front. “Typical stop right, little lady?”

“Yep, right here.”

He nodded. Hisss went the door as it flung itself open. She stood up, grabbing her backpack before she forgot about it.

“Stay safe. Don’t want your parents to worry about ya’.”

“I’ll be careful, thank you, Mister Moriarty!”

He gave her a warm smile. “No problem Connie, have a great day.”

When Connie touched the ground she watched the bus drive off, seeing it recede into the size of a pinprick with the growing distance, and then into nothing when the first hillock swallowed its shape. Her eyes started to follow the horizon. She kneeled down to rummage through her belongings. Her laptop was nestled alongside the tied cables, a few thin textbooks bunched in with an Unfamiliar Familiar book. Everything looked to be in order, not a single item out of place. Connie zipped it back up. It was going to be a long day.

Connie made her way to Beach City. She held tightly to her backpack straps, not wanting to let go of the study materials inside. The buildings were covered in waking shadows, the streetlights beginning to flicker off with the rise of the sun. Connie didn’t have many friends in this town. She had always remained reclusive during her study sessions, where she read her books on the shores away from the bustling boardwalk or the shops nearby, hoping to be invisible from many who would possibly judge her or ask her questions. Lately, she had found herself leaning towards more secretive locations, away from the prying eyes of teenagers and adults, and she strode her way to the cliffside, following the crags that lined the beach.

There was the chain-link fence that lined from the ocean to the growing cliff face. On it were two signs, the typical ‘Keep Off Beach’ one would find authorized by police and the peculiar wooden plank with ‘Please’ written in thick black paint. She lugged her backpack over the fence and started to climb. Hidden below the lighthouse, away from the prying eyes of the Beach City residences, there was an opening into the cliffside. The entrance was bordered by delicate stone hands of a statued goddess, eyes void as it surveyed the ocean nearby. Crystals jutted from the rocks, a crystalline warp pad at the center of all this, the door encrusted with a bold yellow star — each gem on the tips of it signifying higher deities that humanity was probably not ready to behold. And somehow these beings, with more technological and physical advancement than the human race, allowed her into their ranks, to relax in their residence as if she was a hearty neighbor.

Connie spotted a few figures at one of the warp steps. A green gem with tufts of white hair was playing around with a twig in her hand. She noted the bundle of purple that wriggled and spun around the Crystal Gem with a yip. Spikes flowed down its back and head, eyes purple in a sea of inky black as it played around, following the direction of the gem’s hand.

“You want it, girl?” The gem cooed and watched the pup bark in glee, wagging its tail furiously. “You want to beat this poor stick up?”

An enthusiastic bark.

“Then here you go!”

She threw the stick out towards the beach, making eye-contact with Connie for a second while the beast sped past her. “Connie, hey!”

Connie walked over to them. “Hey, didn’t know I’d see you guys today.”

She noticed the purple creature come barreling back, its head whipping up at the sight of her. It dropped its stick and gave a joyous bark, bounding over to her without a moment's notice, licking her pant leg with the broad of its tongue.

Connie smiled and pet the corrupted gem’s head, feeling the critter’s scales at her fingertips. She knew who this was, no doubt about it. “Hey Kai, nice to see you!”

Kai nuzzled into her palm. She didn’t change one bit the last time Connie saw her — still happy and hyper as always.

“Connie, I didn’t expect you, at all,” Nephrite said. “Isn’t it six a.m. for you humans?”

“Were you expecting something more punctual?”

“A lil’.” Nephrite stood up from the steps and brushed the dirt off her jacket. For all Connie knew, Nephrite’s attire must’ve had a journey on its own from the scratches and loose ends from it; it wasn’t even hers, but something she found on her previous adventures. “But you’re Connie, you’re always going to surprise us somehow.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Like the time you found me reading behind the fence?”

“Yeah. You had a ‘follow the law’ aura goin’ on with you when I first found you. Didn’t expect to see you breaking one.”

“I wanted peace and quiet, so all I followed was my logic. The fence wasn’t even a certified one, so no law-breaking here.”

Nephrite snorted and ruffled her hair. “Attagirl.”

In their laughter, Connie peered at the cheeseburger backpack on Nephrite’s shoulders, noting how clunky and bulked it was. She raised an eyebrow. “Another mission?”

“A personal one,” she reassured. “Just need to check out something in The Great North.”

Connie went starry-eyed. “Oh! Like corrupted gem business?”

“Ehhh.” The gem shrugged. “Kinda. It’s dangerous though, Kai doesn’t like it when I go on this stuff without her.”

Kai whimpered in kind.

“See? Worries about me a lot. Been trying to get her to sleep or stay but she won’t budge.”

Connie smiled a little. With the current assignments she had, the idea of staying at the beach sounded better than being alone. Kai was like a puppy with the way she leaped at people and took comfort in the silence with them. Connie didn’t mind the idea of being next to her for a couple of hours. “I wouldn’t mind looking after her while you're gone.”

Nephrite’s fists tightened around her pack straps. “You’re serious?”

“Serious.”

She rubbed her chin for a second. “Alright then, I trust you. Kai’s food is in the fridge — just don’t feed her too many donuts or   a stomach ache.”

“Wait, I thought you guys didn’t like to eat?”

“Some do. Amethyst does.” Nephrite shrugged. “Kai too apparently.”

After a few goodbyes, Connie and Kai watched the form of Nephrite dissipate in a pillar of light before it all died down back to sunrise yellow. Kai whined at the base of the warp pad, clawing at the facets in wait. Connie sat down near the steps and propped the laptop onto her lap. She clicked her tongue as the computer started up, smiling over at the small gem, who had her head cocked towards her in curiosity.

“Come here, girl. You like head scratches, right?”

The whine transformed into a happy yip.

Connie giggled. “Then come here!”

The hour went by without a hitch. Connie found herself relaxed into a studious rhythm, fingers occupied to the scales of her companion, who crooned next to her as Kai faded in and out from her naps. Connie would’ve found it relaxing if it weren’t for the algebra that plagued her screen, and how no matter how much she used the calculator extension — which promised accurate results, which was a big fucking lie! — the input stopped her with a huge ‘INVALID ANSWER’ box with each impatient mouse click. At this point she might as well throw the tech at a wall; she would have had a higher probability of it surviving than the garbage algorithm doing its work correctly.

Connie halted at the pressure at her leg.

She looked over to find Kai awake, pawing at her pants with wide, gleaming eyes. “Hey girl, you okay?”

Kai gave her a small bark.

“Are you antsy? Anxious? What’s on your mind right now?”

The gem kept her eyes on her and continued to bark at her for a few seconds before settling her head at the dip of the girl’s lap. Connie smiled to herself. Must be excited, but she didn’t know for sure.

“I guess you’re hyper. Don’t worry, I won’t be leaving for a while. I’ve been…”

Connie grimaced at her laptop screen. Even with the online assignments, a great deal of them had been hard to peruse and handle. She wasn’t the type to ditch or procrastinate, but the current circumstances of home left her to toil with the current workload, internet help limited to only her, a few website tutorials, and the math textbook.

“...Dealing with a lot of things, so you’ll have me three hours tops.”

Kai whined.

“Aw, I’m sorry girl, but three hours should be enough.”

Kai whined more.

“Hmm.” Connie frowned. “Are you sad about me leaving or is it something else?”

A bark.

“Oh jeez uh. One bark for leaving and two barks for something else.”

Two barks.

Wow. That actually worked. Connie placed the laptop aside and gazed at the puppy in front of her, who cocked her head again. “You’re smart, so I’m going to find a way to talk to you. I want to know why you’re upset.”

Kai kept going though. She started to bark more at her and nestled her head into Connie’s lap with a whimper. Connie had no clue why she was upset. Or even why Kai continued to act like this. Was this even a sign of being upset or is there something else entirely that she was missing?

Connie straightened her back. Kai still rested her head, now wagging her tail at her, Connie hearing it thump against the ground with dull thuds.

“Bark three times if you understand what I’m saying.”

Three barks.

“Bark twice if you’re upset and bark once if you aren't."

A single bark.

“One bark if it concerns the gems and two barks if it concerns me.”

Two.

Connie bit her lip. “So you’re worried about me.” She said it more to herself than anything, but the pup still responded in kind with an elated yip.

“You think I’m upset?”

Kai gazed at her, and yet it was enough for Connie to realize what was happening. The gem can feel how tense she was even with the relaxing crash of the waves, how her mind was scrambled with thoughts and too occupied to even focus on one thing. Kai whined and pressed her snout to her leg.

Connie rubbed her arm. “Okay, so you do.” She smiled softly at Kai, rubbing the gem’s head a bit. “It’s just me being frustrated over homework. You’d think first semester would be a breeze but I had the honor to get the work-extensive teachers,  like, come on.”

She groaned, tensing up at how Kai whimpered next to her, swishing her tail more.

“What’s it like to be a corrupted gem, girl?”

A yip.

“I know you’re hyper all the time but it must be lonely from what Neph told me…”

Nephrite told Connie numerous times of corruption, of the bubbles detained and held in the core part of the Temple. She was never given a tour to the structure’s underbelly but Connie had heard of how frantic and scatter-minded prior gems became because of the war. Sensible warriors have worn down into flight-or-fight, and not one of them were able to be fixed and returned back to normal stasis. The idea of it made Connie’s skin crawl. If it was the same for the contained gems, then it must’ve been the same with Kai, who had proven to be smart like any other attentive being, but still brought to primal tendencies like a scared animal.

“It must be lonely to be in a world of strangers. It must be hard to even make friends.”

A confused yip.

The first time Nephrite told her of Kai, one detail stood out to her when it came to the way; the pup waddled around and growled at everything with incisors leaking of pink fluid, like the world was about to get her in any way she took. Nephrite spent hours trying to befriend and reassure the little creature that she was safe, and Connie couldn’t help but ponder how lonely Kai would’ve been if it weren’t for Nephrite’s compassion. If the gem didn't defend Kai against the remainder of the Crystal Gems then there was a huge chance they would've packed her back into a bubble, in a chamber that is full of her kind but yet so hollow and empty.

“You have freedom but you’re still trapped.”

Kai gazed at her, beady eyes taking in her face, at how she must’ve known how there was heat in corner of her eyes. Connie didn’t know why it was happening, all she knew was that she was thinking too much.

“And you’re limited no matter how much you try to make it better.”

She rubbed her eyes.

“I’m so sorry, this is getting to me. I’m supposed to be doing homework and here I am, crying about nothing.”

She hated crying. The feeling of it brought shame and left her disheveled in the aftermath every time, and it was hard to breathe when it happened. It struck hard even when she held her tongue and carried on, when she had a place to let go when her parents weren’t there to see her.

But the wet snout pressed to the base of her lap made her come back. Through the blur of her vision, Kai’s eyes were still fixed on her, big and round, a little yip building in her throat. Connie wiped the tears away. She was going to worry Kai too, and she didn’t want that.

“Sorry, I’m—”

What surprised her was the pressure that pounced on her and left her being tackled by the tiny gem, who was now licking at the excess salt, made her giggle at the onslaught against her face.

“Wait, haha stop!”

Another excited yip.

Kai lapped at her face, laughter filling the air as she endured the slobber on her nose. She felt lighter, a weight off her when the creature took great care at her tears. She’s going to have to get cleaned up later, but that’s okay. She needed a moment to breathe, to get away from the stress of daily life and the loneliness that accompanied it. Kai knew this, sensed it on her person, and took care to make her smile as a result.

When they settled down, Connie gave the creature a small boop on the muzzle. "I love you, Kai."

Kai responded like kind, pressing their snout to hers.

Connie embraced her in a tight hug and placed a kiss onto the gem's tiny forehead, the other licking her affectionately. Maybe...maybe it’s okay to not work on homework for a while. She needed a break.

#steven universe #su #suf #steven universe future #connie maheswaran #reverse monster buddies au #fanfic

[eddieeatsass]

A Certainty of the Universe

Summary: Eddie and Richie had been flitting around their sexual tension for years, but now that they're rooming together they're finding it increasingly harder to ignore it. One accidental sext ends up being the inopportune ice-breaker they needed all along. Pairing: Reddie Rating: E Warnings: Smut, explicit language

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Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier had been college roommates for five months and counting. Their first year at college, Eddie lived with a randomly selected student named Stanley Uris; a tall Jewish boy with cleaning habits that were happily on par with Eddie’s standards. They were a good fit, and soon became good friends as well. They would probably still be rooming together if it weren’t for Richie’s roommate, Bill Denbrough. Richie had been lucky enough to get paired up with one of their oldest friends, but after Eddie introduced his roommate to the pair, any hope of living with Stan for an extra year went out the window. Stan and Bill began dating and got serious pretty quickly. So when second year came around, they decided to live together, leaving Richie and Eddie to either fend for themselves in the roommate system or move in together.

They, of course, chose the later. Despite having glaringly different personalities and hygiene habits, they were best friends, and figured that could carry them through any bumps they might have while living together. One bump that neither of them anticipated, however, was years of sexual tension coming to a head. It became increasingly harder for Eddie to ignore when Richie pranced around their room in low slung sweat pants, the clear outline of something tantalizingly off-limits staring Eddie down. Likewise, Richie had to suffer watching Eddie’s toned thighs squeezed into shorts so short it should be illegal, forcing himself to shut his eyes anytime Eddie bent over, for fear of combusting on the spot.

This unspoken tension led them both to seek release elsewhere. Richie began going to parties more frequently, often sleeping over at whoever’s house he’d slept with that night. Eddie preferred a more controlled approach, downloading Grindr and spending most nights teasing whatever poor sap popped into his inbox.

Eddie had met a few interesting guys on the app, going as far as to meet two of them in person, but nothing much came of the encounters. He stayed in touch with one of them, a tall slender boy named Ricky. The two of them would call on each other when they got too pent up.

Tonight was one of those nights. It was nearly the end of the semester and Eddie had just finished writing a paper and sending it off to his professor. He felt the familiar restless stir of exhaustion clouding his judgement just slightly, just enough to make the idea of putting on whatever movie he could find and cuddling up to Richie sound like a good one.

He glanced over at his clock, which indicated that Richie wouldn’t be home from his class for an hour. Eddie groaned, irritated that he wouldn’t be able to torment his love-struck brain for another 60 minutes. So, to kill the time, Eddie did what any horny young adult would do.

He began palming himself through the stiff jeans he’d been wearing all day, quickly shucking them to the ground and ridding himself of his pink polo as well. Once more comfortable, he was able to get a better grip on his length through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, starting with teasingly slow movements that set his nerve endings on fire.

Once he’d stroked himself to full hardness, he got an idea. Reaching for his phone, he opened a conversation with Ricky and started typing out a message.

Thinking of you. Pretending your huge hands are wrapped around me, your warm mouth taking me apart.

He opened the camera and snapped a quick picture of his erection straining against his briefs, a noticeable wet spot front and center where his head was leaking pre-cum against the fabric.

After attaching the picture, he sent the message, setting his phone aside so he could pull his briefs off and finally get a hand on his aching cock.

It took less than a minute for him to receive a reply.

fuck fuck fuck holy fuck 

Eddie should have noticed that Ricky wasn’t typing the way he usually did. He also should have noticed that the contact name said “Richie”, and not Ricky”… But he was too fatigued, his tired inhibitions lowered just enough to make the conscious mistake and ignore it.

Stroking himself with one hand, he fumbled to type with his other.

That all you have to say? He taunted, following up with another two messages. You don’t want to tell me what to do with myself? He sent, followed by another picture, this one much less restricted.

jesus fucking christ eddie don’t stop touching that gorgeous cock of yours. show me a little more. have you stretched yourself out? The reply read.

Eddie flushed as his arousal took over. Keeping one hand glued to his phone, the hand stroking him ventured lower to his puckered hole. He fingered himself regularly, so pushing one digit in to the knuckle right away was easy. He worked himself for a while before finally being able to push in a second finger. After that he wasted no time in angling his camera to snap a picture of his filled asshole, sending it off as requested.

The reply came immediately, as if Ricky had been watching his phone intently. oh baby, that’s cute but you’re gonna need to add a couple more fingers to take me.

Eddie remembered Ricky being about average size, so he chuckled to himself at the boy’s cockiness but chalked it up to dirty talk. And besides, it was working. Eddie’s cock twitched at the idea of being filled with something so big he’d need four fingers just to get himself ready. He decided to play along.

Why don’t you come over here and stretch me out yourself?

The reply took longer this time. In the meanwhile, Eddie grabbed the lube from his dresser, retracting his hand to coat his fingers generously before lining himself back up and plunging those same two fingers deep into himself. He fucked down onto his hand, picturing himself bouncing on Ricky’s cock. Lacing his fingers into that long black hair, staring into those deep blue eyes that reminded him so much of-

His phone buzzed with an incoming message, and Eddie nearly knocked it off the bed as he scrambled to grab it.

fuck i’ll be there in 5 i’m leaving class early

Eddie stared down at his phone with confusion. Ricky didn’t go to the same college as Eddie, how was he going to get to him so fast? He was at least a fifteen-minute drive away. He shrugged it off, not really caring how long it took him to get there as long as it meant Eddie was getting laid.

With the promise of sex in his near future, Eddie slowed his mannerisms, opting for measured, languid strokes on his cock and teasing twists of his fingers. He’d brush his prostate every so often, hissing at the contact, but forcing himself to ease off.

Suddenly he heard a key in his door. He frantically began grasping for his sheets in a desperate attempt to at least cover himself up before Richie came barging in. “Holy fuck, spaghetti man! Were you trying to give me a heart attack in class?” Richie barreled through the door, tripping as he struggled to get his jacket and his shoulder bag off at the same time. He was completely out of breath, his curls falling into his eyes but also sticking up in dishevelment as if he had been touching it too much.

Eddie stared at him bewildered, clutching his sheets to his body in a vice grip as his brain swam to try and piece things together.

“I mean, listen I’m all about public sex, but public boners are another thing.” Richie continued as his breath evened out. He hopped side to side while trying to get his shoes off and nearly fell over himself in the process.

“Ask me to bend you over a desk in the middle of class, I’m there for ya babe. But jacking one out by myself under a desk? Definitely not as sexy.”

Richie had gotten himself down to his boxers in an impressive amount of time, the grin never leaving his face even as he rambled through his nerves.

Finally, the pieces fell into place. Eddie glanced at his phone, still face up and open to his conversation with, yep there it was, Richie. 

At Eddie’s obvious hesitation, Richie’s face became somber.

“Do you not want to do this anymore? Fuck - did I - was it something- god one sec, I can just put my pants back on and-” Richie’s voice had gone back to frantic, but what had been excitement had now shifted to guilt. Eddie found his chest clenching at the idea that Richie might think Eddie didn’t want to sleep with him, because, god that was absolutely not the case. It may not have been the plan from the start, but seeing Richie in his underwear, thinking back to the texts that he now knew were sent by Richie, it had him speaking before he could think twice.

“No! No, I- I want to. I just needed a minute.”

Richie turned back around from where he’d been leaning down to gather his clothes, his shoulders visibly loosened but he stayed in place, wanting to give Eddie his space.

After a few deep breaths, Eddie was able to fully grasp the situation unfolding before him. And instead of the intense panic he thought he’d be feeling, he felt overwhelming exhilaration at the prospect of what was about to happen. With one last shaky breath, he spoke. “So, you wanna put that trash mouth to good use or what?”

Richie shot over to him in an instant, hovering over him so nothing but the thin sheet and Richie’s boxers separated them. Eddie could feel the heat from Richie’s body, feel the tickle of his breath against his skin, but nothing compared to the look in Richie’s eyes as he gazed down at him. Eddie could feel it in his bones.

Richie seemed to be feeling the same excited thrum, glancing from Eddie’s deep eyes to his plush lips and back again. It was clear he wasn’t sure how to approach this, I mean, is there an algorithm for kissing your best friend for the first time?

Eddie took pity on Richie’s obvious hesitation, reaching his hands out and fisting them in Richie’s hair to pull him forward. Their lips slotted together eagerly, and any lingering reservations melted away.

Their mouths opened to one another welcomingly, encouraging a deepening of the kiss with tongues and teeth.

Richie settled his hands on Eddie’s chest, just above the edge of the sheet that Eddie had used to cover himself. His fingers grazed at hardened nipples and Eddie keened in response.

“You like that?” Richie inquired between kisses, repeating his movements on both of Eddie’s pink buds.

“Hnnnng- yes, fuck.” Eddie moaned, grabbing Richie’s lower lip between his teeth and nibbling.

Their actions were playful, a lead up to the main event, but they indulged in the feeling of one another for as long as they could. They explored new expanses of body, got to know one another in the most intimate of ways, until Eddie could describe exactly how Richie tasted and Richie could recreate the sounds of Eddie’s moans perfectly.

Wriggling bodies had led to Eddie’s sheet moving downwards, inch by inch, letting their warm bodies connected in new places over and over. It was when it finally lowered that last inch, and Richie felt warm wetness smear on his stomach, that he finally let out his first groan.

It was guttural, filling the room with desire. He peered down the length of their torsos, seeing just the tip of Eddie’s pink cock peeking out at him. Pre-cum was smeared across the head, and it stretched across to Richie's own stomach in a thin line.

Richie threw his head back, an intentional whine leaving his lips to convey just what Eddie was doing to him.

“Good god Kaspbrak, I’m about three seconds away from cumming in my pants like a middle schooler.”

Eddie’s face flushed, the idea of Richie cumming in his pants not all that unenticing. But he also wanted to get fucked, get to see and feel that infamous cock Richie always boasted about.

As if reading Eddie’s mind, Richie began switching their positions.

“I’ve got an idea.”

Eddie went along with it, leaving himself pliant so Richie could adjust him however he’d like.

They ended up sprawled across the bed, Richie on his back, pulling Eddie up over his chest with his legs spread on either side of his head. Eddie was facing away from him, having to crane his neck to look over his shoulder just to watch the way Richie took him in. With slow, steady hands, Richie parted Eddie’s cheeks, a groan leaving his throat as he let his head drop back against his pillow.

“Do you know how many times I’ve pictured this?” Richie punctuated his thought by kneading Eddie’s cheeks. “Every time you wear those tight little red shorts, it’s like you’re on full display for me but I can’t touch you. I’d lay awake at night, fantasizing about what you’d taste like, how you’d feel clenching around my tongue, writhing above my body.”

Eddie’s body responded to the words like a command, beginning to writhe in his spot on its own accord.

“Mmm Richie…” Eddie’s hands tried to find purchase, desperate to center himself before Richie’s words alone took him away. He settled for leaning forward slightly and bracing himself against Richie’s chest, strong and stable and grounding. That feeling was fleeting as Richie began placing open mouthed kisses across Eddie’s thighs, cheeks, and then settling over his heat. The first flick of his tongue sent Eddie soaring, unimaginable warmth spreading through his body.

Eddie ground down involuntarily, chasing the fire that was igniting his bones. He received enthusiastic licks in return, and the feeling of Richie humming in delirium beneath him.

“You taste just as sweet as I imagined.” Richie purred.

Eddie decided he also wanted to taste Richie. In fact, he wanted so much more than that; he wanted to absolutely devour him, strip him of everything he was until all Eddie could taste, see, hear, feel was RichieRichieRichie.

He knew Richie had meant for this to be a cool down period, so he could catch his bearings before fucking Eddie as mind-numbingly as he’d promised. But Eddie was so close, just a thin layer of fabric separating him from what he wanted.

Eddie reached forward and palmed at the bulge straining for freedom. He felt bad for it, all it wanted to do was play, and Eddie was so willing to indulge it.

“Eddie…” Richie warned from behind him.

Eddie didn’t listen. He slipped Richie’s cock out of hole of his boxers, ignoring the barrage of cautions from Richie.

Eddie regarded Richie’s cock, veins straining against flushed skin, head beading with pre-cum, bobbing against his stomach every time Eddie did something that particularly wound him up. It was right there, a mere three feet away. All Eddie had to do was lower his head, reach out and lick a hot stripe against it…

“Oh fuuuuuck-” Richie growl rang through the room as Eddie enveloped him in his warm mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Eds.”

Richie had stilled his movements in favor of recalling every swear word he’d ever learned, but Eddie didn’t mind. The interruption gave him time to focus, swirling his tongue around the head of Richie’s cock tantalizingly. Emboldened by Richie’s vocal praise, Eddie sunk down as far as he could, letting his chin rest against Richie’s abdomen for a moment before pulling back up and then repeating the action. After a while of deep-throating him, Eddie felt Richie’s tongue prodding back at his hole. His moan was muffled by the intrusion in his throat, but it only aided the vigor with which Richie began attacking him.

 What had been languid licks before had now turned into determined laps, as if Richie was searching for treasure and it was buried inside Eddie. Richie introduced a finger easily, slipping into the last knuckle and crooking it upwards as he licked around his digit. Eddie’s knees buckled as Richie found the treasure he was looking for and began stroking it mercilessly.

“Richieeee!” Eddie wailed as he pulled away from his cock, a line of spit connecting the two.

He heard a dark chuckle escape Richie, but otherwise there was no indication he’d even heard Eddie’s cry. He continued to rub at the spot that made Eddie see stars, only stopping momentarily to add another finger. Richie’s fingers were bigger than Eddie’s, longer too. They were able to reach places inside him that Eddie simply couldn’t. Two of Richie’s fingers easily felt like three of Eddie’s, stretching him open with a delicious burn only soothed by Richie’s tongue.

He felt himself quickly approaching the point of release and tried to pull away. “Stop, ‘Chee, I-I’m gonna, an’ I don’t wan’to yet- Richie p-please.” Eddie slurred, trying to get the message across through the frenzy of his mind.

Thankfully Richie stopped a moment later, keeping his lips moving down Eddie’s thighs while stilling his fingers completely.

“Not so fun when you’re on the receiving end, huh?” Richie teased.

Eddie was panting heavily enough to warrant a soothing hand down his back. Memories of Richie using that same tactic to soothe Eddie during Freshman year when he’d have panic attacks flooded his mind. Even back then Eddie wanted him so badly, but he was so quick to push away his desires before even acknowledging them.

“Richie, I want you.” Eddie said, voicing his thoughts. “I need you.” He was scrambling around now, trying to face Richie as his heart led his limbs. “I need you, I need you, I need you.” Eddie’s voice was insistent, it held desperation and lust, but they both heard the longing in there too.

“Hey, hey.” Richie grabbed Eddie’s face, stopping his near frantic movements. “You have me.”

Their eyes bore into each other, mapping years of untold confessions.

“Then prove it.” Eddie begged.

It took a beat for Richie to nod, but then he was peppering kisses all over Eddie’s chest, flipping them over so Eddie was the one with his back flush against the mattress. Eddie wasted no time before running his fingers through Richie’s mop of hair, combing it back from his face so he could watch as he gazed up at him with fire burning in his eyes. When Richie reached Eddie’s hips, he began leaving love bites in his trail, moving lower until he had Eddie’s legs thrown over his shoulders and two fingers deep inside him, repeating their ministrations from before. He took Eddie’s cock into his mouth as he pushed a third finger in, trying to distract Eddie from the mild stretch. He worked Eddie open while exploring his cock with his mouth, finding out that Eddie would jump a little every time he flicked his tongue against his frenulum.

When Richie finally deemed Eddie stretched enough to take him, his actions slowed down. He climbed up Eddie’s body with intent, stopping only to push his boxers down his legs and kick them off the bed. Fixing his eyes on Eddie’s, he lined himself up with Eddie’s heat, the head of his cock receiving kisses from Eddie’s hole trying to clench around nothing. Suddenly the fever they’d been working through had dropped and Richie found himself flooded with nerves.

What if he wasn’t good enough? What if he couldn’t please Eddie? What if it all went to shit, and he not only lost any chance he had with Eddie, but their friendship too? Years of emotions came crashing into his chest like a sinking ship against the storm’s eye, his mind spiraling.

The feeling of Eddie’s hand on his brought him back to the moment. He realized with a frown that his hands were shaking. Eddie was gazing at him with an unreadable expression.

“Sorry partner,” Richie tried to joke, taking on an awful rendition of a southern accent. “Got distracted by this here beautiful behind!” He tried to smack Eddie’s ass but Eddie’s hold on his hand held him back.

Eddie sighed as he propped himself up on his elbows. “What’s wrong, Richie?” He asked in a voice that’s intimacy sent another pang straight to Richie’s heart.

“Whaddayamean?” Richie shot back with a shrug and a grin that didn’t meet his eyes.

They held each other’s gaze for a few challenging moments before Richie let his posture fall, along with his façade.

“I’m scared I won’t be enough for you.” He whispered, heart clenching around his vulnerability. They both knew Richie wasn’t just referring to this moment, the promise of more an underlying theme in everything they’d been doing.

Eddie lifted his hand to Richie’s cheek, cradling his world in his palm. His smile was warm and gentle, nonthreatening in its existence, an immediate cure to Richie’s hammering heartbeat.

“You’ll always be enough...” Eddie murmured, matching Richie’s quiet tone. “Always have been enough.” He added calculatingly, watching Richie’s face for signs that he’d said too much, gone too deep, despite them both knowing how true the sentiment was. Eddie Kaspbrak was in love with Richie Tozier, and Richie Tozier was in love with Eddie Kaspbrak. It was a certainty the universe had known for years.

Eddie thought he saw a glisten in Richie’s eyes, but it was blinked away swiftly. Richie leaned in, capturing Eddie’s lips in a tender lock.

“Thanks Eds.” Richie whispered against his mouth before pushing forward just slightly, letting the head of his cock breach Eddie’s opening.

Eddie’s responding moan was unexpected, surprising them both. Eddie couldn’t remember the last time, or any time, that he’d felt like this. He could feel Richie pulsing inside him, warmth just beginning to fill his channel, and already it was overwhelmingly comforting.

Sex had been a lot of things for Eddie; pleasure, relief, a means to pass the time. Never had it been soothing, like a breath of fresh air, like a warm hug from your best friend.

Eddie instinctively wrapped himself around Richie, ankles locking behind his back and arms behind his neck. He couldn’t let Richie pull out, couldn’t let him leave Eddie feeling empty again now that he knew what it meant to feel whole.

“More.” Eddie begged, trying to pull Richie closer with all his limbs.

“Okay, okay I’ve got you, don’t worry.” Richie tried soothingly, noticing the change in Eddie’s composure. Richie let himself be led by the pull, sinking deeper into Eddie until he was seated fully inside.

A sudden puff of air against the crown of his head signaled that Eddie had been holding his breath.

“Hey,” Richie pulled back slightly, cupping Eddie’s cheek so he could keep his gaze fixed. “I need you to breath for me.”

Eddie nodded compliantly, taking in a few steady breaths and relaxing around Richie. His arms and legs still clung to him like a koala, but the grip was loosening, becoming less frantic.

“I’m gonna start moving now, okay?”

Eddie nodded, adjusting himself on the bed so Richie had a better angle to pull back from.

And just like that, a languid rhythm was set.

Every drag of Richie’s cock made Eddie’s heart race, his belly filling with lava that threatened to overflow.

Richie was bigger than anyone Eddie had ever been with, and he hated to admit that he knew he’d feel an ache in his muscles tomorrow, even with Richie’s attempted softness.

So, if he was going to feel it regardless…

“Come on Richie, that all you got?” Eddie prodded, swiveling his hips for emphasis.

Richie’s eyes flashed with determination, always one to be easily provoked with a challenge.

“You want more?” Richie’s voice was lower suddenly, the kind of low that gritted through his throat and right into the twitch of Eddie’s cock.

Richie grabbed Eddie’s legs, unhooking them from around his waist and pinning them next to Eddie’s head in an instant. The result had Eddie folded in half, his lower back no longer touching the mattress. He thanked whatever god blessed him with such flexibility because if it was any other person in his position, he thinks they might’ve snapped.

The new position gave Richie full control over Eddie, holding him in place and pulling out slowly, watching as his cock stretched the skin of Eddie’s tight hole before thrusting back in roughly.

Eddie screamed as Richie hit his prostate dead on.

“This what you want?” Richie asked, repeating the slow pull and hard thrust.

“Faster.” Eddie begged, letting his eyes shut as tears collected in the corners.

Richie obliged, but only marginally, the pace still not fast enough.

“Richie, faster.” Eddie insisted.

Once again, Richie picked up his pace just slightly, leaving Eddie scrambling for more.

“Richie, please, I need-” Eddie couldn’t finish his sentence, the wind knocked out of him as Richie began ramming into him in earnest.

“Hmm, this what you want baby? You want to be fucked?”

Eddie felt his eyes rolling to the back of his head, the tears spilling freely now that Richie was hitting his prostate with every thrust. The moans were being knocked out of him consistently now, getting increasingly louder as Eddie approached the edge.

Richie had already been ready to combust the moment he’d felt Eddie’s cock against his skin, had been even closer when Eddie had introduced the warmth of his mouth, and now he was tight rope walking above his release, one wrong move and he’d be cutting things short.

But his resolve to make this good for Eddie kept him going, kept his muscles clenched and his mind focused. However even the most determined individuals have their breaking point, so when Eddie began whimpering that he was close, Richie almost cried in relief.

He was quick to grasp Eddie’s cock, pumping it in succession with his thrusts. The combination of stimulation left Eddie no time before he was cumming in streaks across both their chests, his mouth forming a little O as all noise was knocked from his lungs.

Richie came along with him, spilling into Eddie in quick bursts that left his legs trembling.

Their bodies deflated along with their cocks, softening into one another as their breaths evened out. Richie pulled out eventually, watching a trail of cum follow him out of Eddie’s body.

Richie was tempted to lick him clean, but if he was honest, he was far too spent to be instigating any more activity. So instead he opted to grab a tissue and wipe them up as best he could, deciding they would shower off the rest later.

Eddie watched him with smile crinkled eyes as he crawled back into bed, turning to face Eddie with a matching smile of his own.

“So uh, any time you wanna sext me again, you know, feel free to.” Richie joked through a dry throat, his words cracking slightly.

Eddie snuggled in closer, resting his head on Richie’s bicep and letting his eyes close from fatigue.

“Mmm.” He hummed sleepily.

“Unless, you know, you’ve got other options.” Richie added, the joke falling flat as the insecurity eased into his voice.

“No one else comes to mind.” Eddie promised sincerely.

And it was true, now that he had what he’d always wanted, no one else would ever compare.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #it stephen king #reddie fanfic #reddie fanfiction #reddie smut #reddie lemon #it fanfic #it fanfiction #it smut #it lemon #my writing

[holylulusworld]

More than a little girl – Part 2

Summary: After helping Max escaping Manticore once again you must find a way to live a free life. You find yourself thrown into a world you don’t know. It’s not very helpful that Alec insists on staying by your side. The last guy you want close by.

Pairing: Alec x Reader, Max, Logan Cale, Joshua

Warnings: angst, language, transgenic stuff (don’t sue me for mistakes), arguments, cocky Alec, fighting, a hint of feelings, protective Alec

More than a little girl Masterlist

“Hey, Logan. That’s Y/N and Alec.”

“Nice apartment Dude!” Alec whistles.

“Uh, thanks. Alec.” Logan stammers. “I analyzed the data and I think I found a way to hack their system, Max. I can open the doors for you and deactivate the security system too.”

“We can access the building through the hidden emergency exit and use Sector D.” You say.

“Great. When we use sector D the X7’s will go after us.” Alec throws in.

“Then I will use my ability and take them out. Max can deactivate the locks from panel D84 and free everyone.”

“I don’t like that, not in the slightest,” Alec mutters looking at you.

“Then stay behind.” Max grunts.

“I can’t let you get my breeding partner killed.”

“Can you stop calling her like that? As far as I know, she never let you breed her.”

“Still…I…it’s my job. Okay. They trilled us to protect our breeding partner. It’s like I’m fixated on her.” Alec lies.

“You wanted to leave her behind!”

“I just tried to protect her. Within Manticores walls she was safe.”

“Yeah, sure, Dick!” Max grunts.

“Whatever. She is my responsibility. So, I will stick around.”

“I don’t like having you with us.”

“Max. Let him stick around.” You say softly and Alec grins at Max.

“Okay. I got it. I can access the system anytime. Use the usual equipment and I’ll guide you through the mission.” Logan explains.

“Got it. Y/N, Alec take the earplugs.”

----

“We still can just leave.”

“No, Alec. For once in my life, I want to use my abilities to do the right thing. If you want to stay behind, do so. I will not let Max and Joshua down or Logan.”

“Fine. But don’t start whining if the big bad boys hurt you, Shorty.” Alec mutters.

“I never whined in my whole life. No, when one of you hurt me. Not when you refused to touch me or anytime everyone underestimated me.”

“I didn’t touch you as you looked so weak and scared.”

“Sure.”

“Did you want me to breed you?” Alec asks.

“No. I didn’t want to do it to get breed. Only to feel loved.”

“Love?” Scoffing the X5 shakes his head. “Illusion. Love does not exist.”

“I bet Max and Logan are in love. I saw how he looked at her. I wish someone would look at me that way.” You whisper and Alec gives you a side-glance.

“Can we not talk about feelings? I don’t want to get killed.”

“Shut up Dick!” Max grunts. “She wants someone to respect and love her. There’s nothing wrong with that. I bet Y/N will find someone to give her what she needs.”

“Thank you, Max.”

“You’re welcome. Girls need to stick together against Alpha assholes.” Max snickers offering you a high five.

“Hey! I’m not an asshole!”

“Oh, you are Dick. Calling Y/N your breeding partner. She’s a human being, a woman. Treat her with respect, asshole.”

“Max. We should get going.” Joshua says.

“He’s right. The longer we bicker about nonsense the sooner we get caught and our asses get dragged back into the cells.” Alec mutters.

“Fine. But stop calling her like that.”

“But she is mine…”

“No, she’s not. You don’t own her.”

“That’s not your decision. If I say she’s my breeding partner then she is mine.”

“Are you nuts or stupid? Y/N is a free woman not your slave nor your breeding partner.”

“I don’t care what you say. Y/N will stay with me, period.”

“Can we stop fighting. He’s not interested in me that way, Max. Let’s get going and free the others. Then Alec can choose one of the others as his breeding partner. Someone better.” You say.

Looking at your sad face Alec wants to say something, but you already follow Max and Joshua.

“I would tell her how you feel before it’s too late,” Logan says.

“Got no clue what you are talking about,” Alec mutters.

“The way you look at her when you think no one is watching you. She looks at you with the same expression on her face. But then she’s close to tears when you say something hurtful.”

“I don’t need your advice. Take care of Maxie and leave me and Y/N alone.”

“Just saying the girl likes you and you should take the chance now you are free.”

“Can you shut up and concentrate on the mission?” Alec says but his heart was beating faster at the thought you like him.

----

“Okay. Logan. Can you hear me?” Max says observing the building with her spy glasses.

“Loud and clear. I’ll give you countdown and then I’ll hack the system. You got a window of twenty minutes before they will detect me and I have to lock out.” Logan says.

“Got it. Everyone ready?”

“I’m ready if you are.” You say while Alec stands close to you.

“I still don’t like the plan.” The X5 mutters.

“Then stay here or shut up.” Max snarls and you can’t hide a grin.

“You should be on my side.”

“Why? As you say I’m your breeding partner?”

“No, as I always protected you inside of Manticore. I manipulated the breeding algorithm so I could come to you.” Alec says and you look at him in confusion.

“Why?”

“I knew you didn’t want anyone to touch you. I could rest a bit and you didn’t have to … ya know.”

“Oh…but why?”

“You were like me. A loner.”

“Can you stop flirting with Y/N and concentrate on the task, dick?”

“I’m not flirting.”

“Sure. Whatever you call it stop right now!” Max mutters and you let Alec’s words sink in.

“Thank you.” You whisper kissing his cheek softly and he is close to flush red.

“Yeah. Uh…that’s the reason I’m the boss.”

“Okay. You’re the boss, Alec.”

“Good…that’s good. Now let’s do this.”

----

Following Max and Joshua your ‘breeding partner’ tries to shove you behind his back.

“What?”

“Stay behind me. I’m the boss. Remember?”

“Shut up! We got a mission to fulfill. If you keep on babbling we get caught.” Max mutters.

“I agreed to let Y/N follow you to help you, but I will make sure she stays unharmed,” Alec mutters and you wonder.

“Let’s go, Alec.” You say softly placing one hand onto his biceps.

----

The moment the security is down you and the others sneak into the building. Inside you must be fast. At least four X7′s are storming toward you. Taking out the first Max looks at you and you nod.

Using your powers, you storm toward the other three of the attackers to buy Max and Joshua some time. Cutting off the first X7’s air supply you glance over your shoulder to nod toward your friends to free all others.

Using a double front kick, you knock out the second attacker. Before the next X7 can get close to you Alec is taking him down.

“You really need someone to watch your back.” Alec mutters grabbing your arm harshly to press you against the wall.

Confused you look up at him. His index finger pressed to your lips he shows you more enemies passing the corridor. Pressed against the wall they can’t see you.

Leaning closer Alec sniffs at your hair.“ We need to hurry or Maxie gets herself killed.” He whispers dragging you toward the next corridor.

----

“Okay. That’s it, Josh. We should get out of here.” Max pants when the cells of all Transgenics open.

“Max! The self-destructing system got started. You have five minutes.” Logan says panicked.

----

When you see Max running toward you and Alec you can see the panic.

“We need to get out! Someone activated the self-destructing system.” Max yells and you nod. Running toward the security panel you activate the evacuating alert.

“Why did you do that?” Alec yells.

“All Transgenics know the signal. They will flee now. Let’s stop arguing and get out of here.” You mutter grabbing Alec’s hand to drag him toward the exit.

----

The moment most of the Transgenics run out of the building you look over your shoulder. Seeing the flames shooting out of the building your eyes widen.

Stumbling you feel pain shooting through your ankle and prepare yourself to fall but Alec is faster. Grabbing you he picks you up to run with you in his arms toward the hidden car.

“What?”

“I told you I’m the boss. You’re my breeding partner. From now on you will do as I say.” The X5 mutters and you shrug.

“Fine. You’re the boss.” You whisper resting your head against his shoulder.

----

“Don’t move,” Logan warns.

“What happened?” You ask.

“You managed to almost break your ankle,” Alec mutters looking at your swollen foot.

“Oh, I see. Thanks for saving me.”

“That’s my job. Now no more following Maxie.”

“But she’s my friend.”

“No, she used you to free the others. They are free. I’m your only friend.” Alec says circling you.

“You’re my friend?”

“Hmm…and your boss. Now, do as I say.”

“Okay. You are the boss.”

“Good my little girl.”

“I’m more than a little girl!”

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#dark angel #dark angel fanfiction #alec x reader #alec mcdowell #alec mcdowell x reader #Max Guevara #logan cale #joshua #fighting #More than a little girl masterlist #angst

[mystic-quest]

For all those who wander and are still lost:

For all those who wander and are still lost, trust me, you’re not the only ones. I mean look at me... writing to you all trying to come up with some deep-rooted issue like one of “those”, trying to look like I’m some kind of Plato or Socrates, trying to uncover an unfathomed deep-rooted issue. I mean there’s also the fact that you might just be lost and that’s totally okay. I can sit here and sell you on some bullshit like take some yoga or meditate maybe listen to some Gary Vee or Tony Robbins and take life by the balls and say “fuck it” I mean that might work for some of you and if that’s the case kudos to you.

I’m talking about the ones whom are unhappy, lost and the ones whom have lost their passion for what they used to once love doing. “Hi, hello, how are ya? (Jeffree Star I love you) Coming at you live from the mind of a 25-year-old who thought she had it all together. Thinking that she could win one over on life. Or breaking the algorithm of Instagram and TikTok becoming semi famous with one liners or model-esque photos.

Can I be honest with you? NO ONE and I really mean NO ONE has their life together. If you’re looking at Facebook photos or Instagram pictures of your friends, acquaintances, content creators, photographers or models or anyone else you’ve come across anywhere and everywhere... I can almost GUARANTEE you that they were once in your same position. I mean let me be honest, the “grass isn’t always greener on the other side” and I can guarantee it.

Trust me I’ve been in your position, scrolling through Facebook and Instagram, wondering why this ones in Bora Bora or that one just graduated, this one’s constantly out on the town, as I sit here, a college dropout with very little patience, a mickey mouse job and very little will to push myself to do anything at this point. THE INTERNET IS SATAN, trust me.

If that’s how you really feel, then you’ve all come to right place. I mean, college? What a waste of time & well-earned money (in my opinion). The fact that you manage to graduate to become something and then come out into the real world trying to procure a job and getting no where because they want 30 years’ experience. Damn, maybe I should have studied a little more in the womb.

For those who came out of college and graduated and secured a job right after, I commend you. For those of us who are still out there trying to figure out what we want in life I’m right there with you. Let’s start off with this, if you’re constantly trying to compare yourself to the people on your social media you should delete it, or better yet, block them or just block their posts. Stop comparing yourself to everyone else. Everyone is on a different path and hey, I’m still on it as well.

Stop trying and start “living” whatever that means to you. Learn to cope with who you are and then maybe you’ll figure out what you want right? I never thought I’d end up in this position or at this time of my life. I look at my parents who were married at 22 had my brother and I and ate shit and got to where they are now. I shouldn’t complain, but I constantly try to compare myself to them and to everyone around me. Thinking why this is not happening for me and what’s wrong with me?

The fact that I’m sitting in my parent’s kitchen, in NYC a single 25 year old with very little aspirations, but big dreams to travel the world with the very little money I have, but keep spending. The fact that I’m 25 and have only had 4 dates in my whole life and seeing on social media your classmates getting married, engaged, buying a house, babies and traveling… Like I said INTERNET = SATAN. We’re all in a constant state of comparing. We’re also in a generation where men & woman barely want relationships or search for love or that we don’t know what we want. All I know is, I want to know the direction I’m going in.

Alright enough about me and on to the real reason I’m writing this…. I’m here to tell you all that you’re not alone. I’m still on this crazy journey and taking it day by day, trying to figure out what I really want, why am I in this place and who am I going to end up with? And where and when is this going to happen. See what I did there? Thanks to my English teachers for teaching me the 5 W’s in my life.

BUT and I know you’re not supposed to start off a sentence with but, but here I am. We really only use one W.. Why, why not this, why not that, why not me? It’s not why guys, it’s how! How can I better myself and bring myself to where I want to be in life? Yeah, I get it, It’s FUCKING difficult. WHY do I hate my job, why didn’t I stick to school, why BLAH BLAH BLAH. Why and how go hand in hand with one another, kind of like peanut butter and jelly, but I’m not a fan of PB&J so….

As you can tell from all this, my mind is all over the place, I’m all over the place, but I’m very well organized, thanks mom. How about we, yes I mean WE try to work through this. Try to figure out what it is that we really want and if that means taking a break from the internet -GASP- yes I really mean. Enough of me joking around about how it is SATAN… Statistics show and yeah, I’m pulling in the statistics card, that the internet = depression.

You heard it here first folks, the internet although very insightful is lethal. I can sit here till I’m blue in the face and tell you to stop comparing, but I know neither you nor I can stop it. I forgot where I was going with this whole thing, but I just want you all to know that you’re not alone and I’m here along for the ride as well. I don’t know where the hell it’s going to take me or us, but I hope it’s great and I hope I’m happy with the outcome.

- Maria

#foodforthought #blogpost #me #idk #lost #self

[musicalepisode]

Closer to Heaven: An Hour of Love and Longing.

Listen on Mixcloud

Happy to say I’ve settled into a new house and though I’m still doing a lot of construction and my studio/work space with all my records isn’t even close to finished (I’ve barely started demolition!) I have been able to set up my tables and work out a way to get some podcasts up and get back to posting. I said it years ago and I’m sticking by it- I won’t apologize for gaps in my posting because this is meant to be educational, fun and to celebrate and learn about music and not a chore- but I’m happy to be able to get back to more frequent updates!

Another housekeeping note. I signed up for mixcloud at the prompting of a friend but hadn’t done anything with it but after Tumblr’s recent regressive policy changes I think it’s a good idea to have a back up space that won’t threaten to arbitrarily remove or delete my blog because an algorithm things a 45 spindle is a nipple.  So when I get all the old episodes up over there I’ll let you know, will also likely be a cleaner interface if you just want to breeze through each mix.

Anyhow, on to the music. This podcast comes from a box of records I pulled for a night I’ve been doing on and off for the last year called “Deep Down Inside” that focuses on slower music and not played for a dancefloor. Some of the songs are mid or even uptempo but usually qualify in my mind as companions to sweet soul, doo wop, deep soul and an assortment of other ballads that I love to listen to but don’t have a home at our weekly soul party.

I really love all these songs so I won’t go into too much detail but there’s a range here from slinky R&B to Pat Lundy’s deeply mellow track. Inez Johnston is the talent we know later in her career as Inez Foxx, The Inspirations are better known for the flip of this record but I like em both, Up The Ladder is an incredibly common and well known record but it’s one of my favorite supreme songs. A couple of tracks from 70 and though The Sequins record says 71, the first issuing of the song on Crajon were 69 but the mix is basically all 60s tracks. The Neville song- and what a song it is!- is a Jazzman reissue of a record that it seems was never issued back in the day so I’m sure you’ll excuse the fact it’s not an original pressing and enjoy what is arguably one of the heaviest grooves (never originally) committed to vinyl.

As always, reach out if you have any questions or clarifications and I’m very happy be back sharing all this beautiful music.

Peace, George / Snack Attack

The Girls - The Hurts Still Here (Memphis, 1970) The Charmels - Loving Material (Volt, 1967) The Van Dykes - Shaking Me Up (Mala, 1966) Brenton Wood - Great Big Bundle of Love (Double Shot, 1970) Pat Lewis - Warning (Solid Hit, 1966) Gene Chandler - After The Laughter (Checker, 1967) The Sequins - Someday You’ll Be Mine (Fantasy, 1971) The Originals - I Like Your Style (Soul, 1970) The Supremes - Up The Ladder To The Roof (Motown, 1970) The Cruisers - I Need You So (Gamble, 1967) Betty Harris - I’ll Be A Liar (Jubilee, 1963) LC - Put Me Down Easy (SAR, 1963) The Sapphires - Who Do You Love (Swan, 1964) Barbara Lynn - You’ll Lose A Good Thing (Jamie, 1962) Dimples Jackson - Love Came Tumbling Down (Gardena, 1960) Inez Johnston - Why Did Ya? (Brunswick, 1961) Pat Lundy - Does She Ever Remind You of Me (Columbia, 1968) Jackie Verdell - Why Not Give Me A Chance (Peacock, 1963) Erma Franklin - Right To Cry (Shout, 1963) The Inspirations - What Am I Gonna Do with You Hey Baby (Black Pearl, 1967) The Radiants - Voice Your Choice (Chess, 1964) Aaron Neville - Hercules (Jazzman, 1969 - reissue)

#musicalepisode #soul #r&b #vinyl #45 #soul 45 #chicago soul #podcast

[wroteasongabouther]

fratboy!harry - part 3

thanks for all the love so far guys!! get over to my ask box and request any kinda blurb from this college world i’m living in or any questions you’ve got either!

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First week of classes and you already felt like dropping out. When you got here to your second year of uni, you were excited but now you were trying your hardest to write out even a page of notes during this lecture. Scribbling down another point from your professor, you blink a few times at your page and try to comprehend what you wrote. After a moment, you shake your head and look back up to the front.

Only a few minutes pass by, and one more point is written on your notebook, when your phone lights up beside you. It’s a notification from Snapchat, from a certain someone who can’t seem to leave you alone these days it seems. You bite down on your bottom lip to quit from smiling at Harrys name - which of course he added an angel emoji after, makes total sense since he’s the furthest thing from an angel. 

Snaps from Harry consisted of a few things. Sometimes they were selfies - both hot as hell or making stupid faces. Other times it’s artistic, using the pen tool in any colour to make a masterpiece that makes you laugh every time. As you tap your screen, you find out it’s the latter of the two predictions your had. 

Harry too was in his morning lecture, sitting rather close - which you know wouldn’t have been his choice. His professor is an older man wearing glasses and dressed in pants just a little too high, he’s reaching to write on the white board to finish an equation. Harry snapped the picture and coloured away on it. Having a stick figure grasping the prof from behind, seagulls above him, and Harry draws a big white boat for the prof to stand on with ‘TITANIC’ on the side. The caption read ‘I’ll never let go Jack’, and Harry had you chuckling in the back of your class yet again. 

You double tap his name and get the front facing camera, rolling your eyes and hitting the screen to take a photo. After putting a filter over it and typing out ‘Forever shipping them’ - pun intended - you set down your phone and look back to your professor. You’re not completely surprised when Harry responds rather quickly. 

“Hey,” a voice whispers from beside you. You look up and see a bright white toothy smile from the boy sitting beside you. “Did you need notes from today?” He asks, it’s a nice gesture considering you barely had any from the whole lesson today. 

“Uh, yeah,” you nod while looking over at his Macbook, full of notes it seems, “that’d be really great actually,” 

“I could email them to you, if you’d like? I just noticed you were kinda out of it today,” he gives you another smile while clicking a few times to share his notes from today. 

As you type out your email in his laptop, he’s watching you - you could just tell. Once you put in your info, you lean back in your seat and take your turn to watch him. He’s cute, short brown hair, brown eyes, great arms, definitely a football player if you were to take a guess. As an email notification comes on your phone, you get the name of the stranger beside you.

“Thanks, James,” you say with a smile.

“No problem, Y/N,” he says. 

He’s about to talk more to you when your professor raises their voice to remind the class about the assignment due at the end of the week - which was two days away. You shut your eyes and tilt your head back, knowing very well you hadn’t even started the assignment. Looks like you were about to pull another late night.

Class ends and you sit back in your chair while getting your things together. You can see James taking his time beside you. Everything inside of you was hoping he wasn’t about to stick around and flirt your ear off. Thankfully, god was on your side today, and James simply threw his backpack on. 

“See you around,” James says. 

“Yeah, thanks again for your notes,” you smile and give him a quick wave before he walks off. 

As you’re walking out of the lecture room you open Harry’s snap. This time it’s a selfie, the angle working well for his jawline of course, with the caption reading ‘Punny one’. You snap a blurry selfie of you smiling and respond ‘Thanks I’ll be here all week’ before making your way to the closest coffee shop - Starbucks near the main doors of the building.

It was only 10:30 and you were going to need a venti size iced coffee to survive your next and final class for today. So with your coffee in hand, you scroll around on your phone and walk across campus to your next lecture hall. The sun’s shining high in the clear blue sky, the heat getting to you as you get only half way to your class. You unzip your sweater and set down your backpack on the ground to slip out of your sweater, tying it around your waist.

Once you’re back on your way, you get another snap from Harry. The snap is blurry, but you know who it’s of - zoomed in as you fix your hair after tying your sweater at your hips. It was a good picture, flattering of your body honestly. Harry’s artistic skills are flames around you this time.

“Creep,” you mumble to yourself before sending a snap - eyes rolling and swiping a filter on.

Thank god for that coffee, or else you wouldn’t have made it through your class. After grabbing lunch, sitting with your laptop open while going over some notes and eating a sandwich, you decide to head to the library to get started on that assignment you hadn’t touched yet. As you walk through the rather busy building, you notice a familiar figure.

Harry is sitting on a couch, notes beside him while he wrote in another note book. He looks focused, brows pulled together while he rolls his lips into his mouth. A week later, and you still couldn’t stop thinking of how hot he was. You two had only bumped into each other once after he drove you to your dorm - first day of class, very brief but very flirtatious. Otherwise it was Snapchats or text messages, never really planning to see each other either. Not that you were completely complaining, but you were sort of happy to see him sitting there alone.

You must’ve been standing still for too long. Harry’s eyes slowly lift up, finding you a few feet away. You catch those dimples immediately and chuckle while walking towards him. Dressed in a mustard yellow vintage looking tshirt, black jeans with a rip in one knee, vans upon his feet and a mess of hair atop his head - he sure did look good.

“Hey,” you say once you’re standing in front of him.

“Long time no see,” Harry smiles.

“Been busy, classes are really kicking my ass,” you sigh and feel the weight of your backpack.

“Sit,” Harry orders, pushing his notes aside for you to join him at the other side of the couch he had taken to himself. For a moment you second guess it, thinking of declining and finding your own space far away from the hot frat boy. But instead you nod once and plop down on the couch.

“Whatcha working on?” You ask while unzipping your backpack.

“Network algorithms,” Harry answers in a monotone voice as he goes back to his work. Your eyebrows fly up at his words, you were expecting something like some bullshit business class. Not network algorithms that was for sure.

“What are you majoring in?” You question. Harry looks up from his work and brings both his arms back to stretch behind him. Again, it was pretty hot.

“Computer sciences and programming,” he answers.

“Actually?” You can’t seem to register that this hot Brit who you met at his fraternity house while drinking beers all night was in computer sciences.

“Uh yeah,” Harry chuckles and scratches the back of his head, “what did ya think I was doing?” He asks, a smug look on his face as he seems to gather the fact you’re rather impressed with his choice of degree.

“Open studies, probably just here for some athletic program,” you shrug.

“Well, y’got half it right,” Harry smiles.

“So, you’re like really smart or something like that?”

“Yeah, got the brains and the beauty,” Harry winks. And there’s that cocky frat boy you knew. Rolling your eyes, you focus back to your things and open up your laptop to find your assignment.

Harry doesn’t say anything for the few minutes it takes for you to set yourself up, instead he just watches you with his dimples on display. And once you’re all situated, Harry goes back to his algorithms. Only about twenty minutes pass before you’re over thinking everything and lean back against the arm of the couch with a big sigh. It should be relatively easy, but somehow your prof has you all confused. 

“Anything I can help with?” Harry asks, causing you to look away from your laptop, “now that y’know I’m so smart, you should really take advantage of it, little bird,” 

“Take advantage of you, huh?” you joke, flipping the switch and you smirking at him this time. 

Harry isn’t as quick with a comeback as you thought he’d be. Instead he sticks his tongue out to lick his lips before adjusting how he’s sitting on the couch. When he’s eyes are back on you, they are just as desirable and flirtatious as usual. You give him a big smile of triumph - you had just made Harry speechless. 

“What are you working on?” Harry asks. 

“An assignment for History of Psychology,” you state, eyes back on the description of the assignment, “my prof just sucks at explaining some things,” you add while scanning over your notes to find what this assignment was even for.

“Who do you have?” 

“Professor McGallen,” you frown. 

“Oh yeah, had him in my first year,” Harry states while grabbing a half full water bottle from the floor beside him, “he’s a real pain sometimes,” 

“Big time,” you sigh and glance back at the assignment, “I’m sure I’ll figure this out, I’m not like really struggling in the class and it’s the first bit of work so it should be easy, right?” 

“I believe in you,” Harry smiles. You narrow your eyes at him, wanting to roll them at his cheesy line. Instead you grab your pen and notebook and prop up one knee to be able to write. 

Another hour goes by with the both of you hard at work. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t glance over at Harry when you got a chance. It was only fair though, because Harry did the same thing. Didn’t take an idiot to know there was plenty of tension between you two - the sexual kind, to be exact. You bite down on your pen while working out some of the notes James had emailed you earlier and get going. All is well, till a group of rumbustious guys walk up towards the couch you and Harry were seated at a while later.

“Harry, my man,” a large man - tall and muscle wise - came out of nowhere with two more behind him. You notice he has some large tattoo on his dark skin, he wore a white hat backwards and was dressed in all black. He was pretty attractive too, couldn’t deny it. 

“Hey guys,” Harry smiles and give each of them one of those half assed bro high five hug things. And after each one, the three boys all look your way. 

You lift up a hand and give them a short wave. Talk about awkward, something told you these were just a few of Harry’s frat brothers, and something else told you Harry wasn’t the kinda guy to just casually hang out with a girl. 

“Uh, guys this is Y/N,” Harry introduces you to his friends, “this is Eddy, Mark, and Brandon,” he runs through each of their names quickly. 

“Lovely to meet you, missy,” Eddy, the large man who decided shouting in the library was cool, coos out while grabbing ahold of your hand and placing a kiss to the back. 

“You too,” you chuckle at his gesture. 

Brandon and Mark just stare before bringing up some sort of time change for their morning practice - so you were right, Harry did some sort of sport here. Only made sense though, since he was your typical hot frat boy, not adding jock to that description would just be absurd. The boys continue to be rowdy as you try your hardest to stay focused on your assignment, which you had barely done half of through the couple hours here now. 

“Heard Lins is pretty pissed with you lately,” Eddy says to Harry, you glance up through your lashes to look at the boys again. Eddy is nudging Harry, his brown eyes wide as he makes it seem like whoever this Lins person is being pissed is a real bad thing. 

“Lindsey? Wasn’t she literally over just last night?” Brandon asks, furrowing his brows at Harry. 

Why did it feel like someone just stabbed you in the gut? You swallow and tuck a piece of hair behind your hair. You catch Harry’s eyes flashing towards you, but you’re quick to look back at your laptop and act as if you weren’t listening in. You shouldn’t be so surprised, of course Harry had girls at his feet. 

“Y’know, it’s Lindsey,” Harry says - how very vague of him. 

And why were you suddenly so angry? You bite the inside of your bottom lip and type out a sentence for your assignment. Eddy lets out a hollowing laugh, slapping Harry’s shoulder before leaning forward as he sat on the arm of the couch. 

“You’re fucking crazy, man,” Eddy laughs. 

“Hey, Lindsey may be a handful but she’s fucking hot,” Mark states. 

The others all say some sort of agreement, while Harry just keeps quiet and nods once. You don’t even notice how much and how roughly you’re biting on your bottom lip till you taste the tangy blood in your mouth. As the boys keep talking beside you, you decide it’s time you left. Wether it was their obnoxious voices in the library or this talk of who Harry’s sleeping with, but you wanted to leave now. 

“Oh, no, don’t leave,” Eddy says as he notices you packing up, “we’re leaving soon anyways,” he adds. 

“No, it’s fine, really,” you stuff your laptop into the big pocket of your bag before zipping it up and grabbing your phone from the couch cushion. “I’m getting hungry anyways and have food in my dorm I should eat,” you say with a tight smile. It wasn’t a lie, but it was a good cover up. 

“Oh, okay,” Eddy smiles back and nods while jumping around to take your seat beside Harry now. “See ya around, missy,” he grins. 

“See ya,” you wave and just before you’re about to walk off, you look at Harry. 

He rolls his lips into his mouth, wetting them, before speaking, “text you later, good luck with the assignment,” he says. 

“Yeah, bye,” you mumble out before turning on your heels and leaving behind the bitter feeling that couch was giving you since a certain conversation had begun. 

As you are walking out into the fresh air outside, your phone vibrates in your hand. You expect it to be Harry, for some odd reason, but are proven wrong as you see it’s a notification for an email. Squinting as the setting sun gets in your eyes, you check being crossing the street that your dorm building was on before opening your phone to check the email. It’s from James. 

A smile tugs on your lips as you read it, ‘how are the notes treating you? need any more pointers?’, how thoughtful. You type out a quick reply ‘maybe, tomorrow after class?’

Once you’re inside your dorm, throwing your backpack on your bed and then flopping down beside it, you get a response from James. He agrees to sticking together after class for some help, and you’re actually really thankful because his notes from today were a lot more helpful than yours were from the rest of the week. Plus, thinking of James got out the thoughts of Harry and some crazy chick named Lindsey.

#fratboy!harry #kinda dont know if i love this part #but its what i've got for you #TALK TO ME ABOUT IT AND THANKS FOR THE MESSAGES SO FAR #harry styles #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles x you #harry x you #harry #styles #imagine

[inactiveblog261838]

trouble (richie tozier x reader)

a/n: so, i completely forgot about the part where they’re close friends and i was in a hurry to get this posted, and i made them acquaintances?? i’m really sorry about that mix-up, but i hope you guys enjoy it anyway

Y/N strolled down the sidewalk on her way to the arcade. It had been a long stressful week at school and all she wanted was to relax with a milkshake from the snack bar. Although she’d long outgrown the games in the arcade, she’d made a routine of spending every Friday afternoon at the arcade indulging in the junk food they offered. In middle school, it had been where she went to escape from bullies and have fun, always competing with the other kids; now, it had become a place for relaxation and nostalgia.

She walked in, glancing over at the tall boy with messy black hair and glasses that was hunched over the Space Invaders machine. The boy was Richie Tozier, a kid in the grade below hers, and was another regular at the arcade and had been for as long as Y/N had. He was exceptionally smart and they had pre-calculus together, but weren’t exactly friends. However, if Y/N was being honest with herself, it wasn’t just the milkshakes that made her enjoy spending time at the arcade. Back in middle school, they’d always challenge each other to games, but Y/N outgrew the games and they started to only talk about equations and algorithms.

Pulling her attention away from Richie, she headed over the the counter and ordered a milkshake. As she stood waiting for her drink, she looked over at the door and noticed Derry’s biggest douchebag, Henry Bowers, make his way into the arcade. For a moment, she felt a tinge of fear, the way she would have if she’d seen him walk in here 4 years ago. Now, however, she’d grown up and the boy who’d once called her every name he could think of tried to flirt with her day in and day out. It was annoying, but usually it was better than being kicked and shoved into brick walls or lockers. Y/N shrugged Henry’s presence off and took her milkshake, walking over to find a seat.

As soon as she sat down, Y/N heard an all too familiar voice call out to her. “Hey sexy, what ya doin in a place like this?”

She ignored him, or tried to, until she felt his rough hand grip her shoulder. “Y/N, I was speaking to you.” She tensed up, wishing that she could disappear to avoid being touched by him. Irritated and uncomfortable, but trying her best not to let her fear show in front of Henry, she turned around and looked up at him. “Were you? I must not have heard. What do you want?”

He grinned, removing his hand from her shoulder and brushing her jawline, staring down at her like a lion about to jump on a weak and dying antelope. “Why don’t we get out of here, yeah? There’s plenty more fun we could be having somewhere else.”

“I’m having a great time right here, Henry, so… thanks, but no thanks,” Y/N replied, disgusted with the way he was looking at her body. She knew she had a nice figure, but almost every guy she knew was able to look past it, but of course Henry would be the exception to that, considering he had no respect for anyone- not even himself.

“Oh come on, you know you wanna come back to my place,” Henry continued.

“No, not really. You remember how you used to kick me and call me ugly every day in middle school? I do. You don’t get to change your opinion now.”

“Hey, that’s not fair. That was before you got hot, now it’s fair game,” Henry argued, his hands still on her, but now gripping the sides of her face.

Richie Tozier had overheard the conversation, if you could call it that, and had been unsure as to whether or not he should step in. He didn’t want to get his nose broken by Bowers, but the way he was talking to Y/N disgusted and enraged Richie. Not a lot of things bothered him- Hell, he was the king of inappropriate jokes and comments- but even he knew right from wrong, and when a girl obviously didn’t want to be bothered. When he heard her tell Bowers to let go of her through clenched teeth, he decided that it was time for him to intervene.

“Hey, dickwad, you can’t hear or something? She’s not interested,” Richie called, approaching the scene, a little nervous about conflict with Henry, but driven by his disgust towards his actions.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, four-eyes?” Henry taunted, “Me and Y/N here were just having a friendly conversation, isn’t that right?”

Y/N cowered away from Henry’s grip, saying nothing.

“I heard,” Richie announced, staring Henry down, “and I heard her tell you to fuck off at least three times, she was just more polite about it than I’m going to be. Leave her the fuck alone and go find something better to do with your time, like your mom.”

That was it. Richie and Y/N could almost see the exact moment that Henry’s attention on Y/N dissipated completely, and he decided to make Richie his target. Immediately after being released from Henry’s grip, Y/N jumped over the table, grabbing Richie’s arm, and the two of them made their getaway. They ran for blocks and blocks, until they found themselves leaning against the outer wall of Y/N’s house, taking cover in her back lawn.

“Jesus Christ, Tozier, you got a death wish or something?” she asked, looking over at him with an amused grin on her face.

“I guess so,” Richie replied, laughing, “My mouth really is gonna get me killed one day.”

Y/N nudged him with her elbow, her face turning serious. “Thanks for sticking up for me though, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. He’s fucking disgusting, like, girls are hot- you’re hot, no offense- but he doesn’t seem to realize there’s a difference between flirting and uh, harassment,” Richie said, realizing he’d accidentally called her hot, and trying to pretend that he didn’t.

“Well, thanks for that too, Richie,” Y/N said, smirking, “That was pretty blunt- still better than Henry’s attempts at being charismatic, though.”

“Shit, are you kidding me? He’s the king of making girls swoon,” Richie jeered, “No, but seriously, are you okay?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I’m glad you were there, it probably would’ve gone a lot worse if you hadn’t been.”

“Yeah, good timing. That’s not gonna scare you off from the arcade though, right? It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Of course not, that place is like a second home. You’d better get going though, Tozier, Derry isn’t safe after dark,” Y/N told him, half joking but half serious.

“Derry’s never safe, but you’re right. Stay out of any more trouble, ma’am,” Richie replied, pushing himself up and turning to Y/N with a wink.

“Yeah, yeah, and you don’t get yourself killed by Henry Bowers, deal?”

#richie tozier imagine #richie tozier x reader #it 2017 imagine #the losers club imagine #the losers club x reader

[chellann-nicollares]

Exam Survival Guide

As September is coming to an end, I realized that a lot of you MB kids out there are probably stressing out about midterm exams. I did too as a college freshman. In fact, I almost failed my very first midterm. But I’ve learned to work harder and smarter and eventually graduated cum laude. I’ve put everything that works well for exam prep into a step by step attack plan that you can follow (yes, massive nerd=me). I really hope y’all find this helpful. I just want you kids to do well, ya know? ;) Let’s get into it!

Step 1: Categorize Your Exams.

This means determining what kind of skill your upcoming exam is testing you on. I’ve found that the vast majority of exams fall into the following three categories:

- Category I: memorization test. These are your survey classes of an entire field such as intro psychology or intro astronomy, your social sciences such as American politics, and your second language requirement courses on the intro level--beginner French/Spanish, etc., even some upper level science classes such as neuroscience. If your course introduces a vast amount of information and don’t delve too deep into it, or is very heavily reliant on teaching you vocabulary and concepts of the field, your exam is very likely memorization-focused. You will be asked to do IDs--look at a concept and define them from memory, talk about important people or discoveries in this field, fill in the blank with the correct conjugation, listen to a segment of music and write down who composed it, etc. You will be pulling things from memory and putting them on paper.

- Category II: skill application test. These are those classes where you are taught formulas and algorithms and expected to know how to use them in new situations. These are your calculus and statistics and other maths classes, your hard sciences, your engineering. This is the type of classes where your assignments are problem sets instead of readings. Your exam will come as a set of problems where you need to use principles and formulas, show you work, and reach the correctly calculated result. 

- Category III: writing test. These classes are based in deep reading--reading large quantities of text and developing deeper understandings and perspectives on them. That would be your philosophy and literature classes, your film theory, your seminar classes. This is the type of classes where you need to express your perspective on the topics to show both understanding and originality. Your exam will come in a small number of essay questions where the professor will give you questions that ask you to talk smartly, e.g. how do the perspectives of Big Shot A interact with that of Big Shot B on this particular topic? What is your take on Big Shot C’s use of [insert archaic art theory] in the oh-so-famous-piece-of-work?

Granted, your will have exams that are a combination or two or more of these categories. Economics is a good example: you may be ask to both define what the federal reserve is and demonstrate how they calculate their rates. But overall, think of your exams in terms of what they want from you. Now that we’ve named the beasts you’re fighting, let’s look at the weapons.

Step 2: List Your Review Tasks for Each Exam by Category.

- Category I: your exam is testing memory, and what you need to do is--memorize!! You need to figure out what it is that works best for you to remember the important stuff. Your tasks here would be to 1) review your notes and skim or even re-read your assigned readings, 2) put your IDs and other things that will likely be tested into one document or list, 3) read them out loud, make flash cards, get into study groups with your friends and test each other, whatever you need to help you memorize (*cough* flash cards *cough*).

- Category II: now you got problems, and I do think you can solve them. You also start from your notes and 1) review what theories/principles you’ve learned, 2) review and possibly rework your assigned problem sets, 3) pay special attention to questions you got wrong--make sure you read the correct calculation process and perform it yourself. 4) This is also the type of exams where if you have something that you don’t understand, ask for help immediately. Go to office hours, email your TA, make sure you comb through the confusion because the course is likely to build week by week upon the previous knowledge you’ve acquired. If you don’t know how to calculate exponentials in writing, you’ll be in a big world of hurt when you are expected to graph them. Put asking the professor/TA into your task list to give yourself an extra push.

- Category III: for this category, your notes and your readings are the most important. 1) you gotta re-read your notes carefully--what topics of discussion did your professor specifically raise in class? Were there particular points made that she really liked? What kind of comments did she keep giving? This will help you gauge how the professor thinks about the subject and how they might test on them. 2) If you have time, and especially if you haven’t done this during the semester, read your assigned texts carefully and annotate them. Annotation can be as simple as summarizing what a paragraph is trying to say, pulling out a key concept that helps you sound really smart, or jotting down your personal thoughts inspired by the reading. All of these will help you write a smarter response. 3) Consider practicing writing a few paragraphs of reflection on your readings. This will help you work out the kinks in how to establish a position and elaborate upon it in a coherent flow. This is basically what you’re asked to do in a Category III exam. 4) If you have time, also talk to your professors and TAs on things you don’t understand and gauge their perspectives.

Step 3: Figure out How Much Time You Have.

This step is the easiest. Mark all of your exams on the calendar and look at how many days you have in between. Which days do you have classes? How many hours do you have in between classes and is that enough time to go to the library and make some flash cards? How many hours at the end of the day and during the weekend are you willing to devote to studying? I would mark the time intervals that you can use to study on your calendar as well.

Step 4: Figure out How Much Time You Need.

How many sessions have you had for the course? Sit down, put your timer on and do everything on your task list to review the material of one session, see how long it took you and multiply by the number of sessions you had. That’s your rough estimate. Now do this for all your courses. 

Step 5: Make Your Day by Day Attack Plan.

This is the last step of your planning. Now you pull out your calendar, and fit your tasks into your available time slots. Do this with the following considerations:

1) Do you need to choose your battles or make more time? If you’ve figured out that you only have 30 hours in the next two weeks, you have three exams and they require 35 hours in total, for example, then you may need to cut a few tasks. Is there one class that you really don’t need to re-read every single thing and instead skim the important sections? Is you poli-sci midterm worth 30% of your grade while the film theory one is only 15%? Should you put off that movie you wanna see until after exams and get 2 extra hours in? It’s better to know whether you’re going to run out of time before you start. Trust me. This is also why you should start early. If you give yourself two weeks instead of one, you won’t feet pressured to rush through the review. 

2) Alternate your subjects and review activities. Don’t plan to sit in the same spot and read art theory papers for four hours unless that’s just how you roll. Make some flash cards from 2-3pm, read your notes from a different class from 3-4, and look over questions you got wrong in your problem sets after dinner. You would have had a very productive study day without murderous impulsive thoughts. 

3) Put it all in writing and stick to it. You want specific hours in each day and what to do during those hours, and put satisfying little check marks on what you’ve completed. You can do this in a planner book, in your E-calendar, or even print out a calendar on a piece of paper and write your tasks in the boxes. I’ll give you a fictional example:

9/28 Thurs

2-3 pm: read intro psych section 1 notes and make flash cards

6-7:30 pm: re-work wrong questions in statistics problem set 1

9/30 Sat

10-11:30: re-read poli-sci book chapter and assigned articles from session 2 and compile ID list document

2-4:30: re-read film theory Mulvey writing, annotate, and write a three-paragraph reflection on her theories

5 pm: grab coffee with #$^%&^% person and go through some poli-sci IDs.

As you can see, if you know exactly what your exams want from you, make to-do lists accordingly and fit them into specific time intervals of each day, your exam review is very manageable. You know exactly what to do and don’t need to feel like you need to chain yourself to your desk all day. You would also know exactly what you already achieved and feel wonderful about it. If you have any questions about this, feel free to ask me! Now go and crush your exams.     

#exam tips

[queenofhearts7378]

Slump

(I'm so sorry that I've been watching so much Supernatural lately. This is ridiculously AU and totally self indulgent.)

 Adrien blinked at the building in front of him. Plagg stirred in his jacket pocket restlessly. “This is the place?”

 Jake shrugged, pushing the map into his backpack before slinging it back around his shoulders. “The address Tuck gave us. Says the dude either lives or works here.”

 Danny huffed a breath, shaking his head. “Place is heavily layered with sigils. I can feel ‘em from here. Pretty bang up job actually.”

 “Anything that'll….” Randy gave some wide gestures between Danny and the house. “Ya know, totally wonk up your mojo Casper?”

 “Shouldn't.” Danny muttered, glaring at the walls of the building. “I'm pretty well studied on things that'll keep me out or screw me up. Plagg, you good?”

 “Get me some Camembert and keep me away from all the hunters and I'd be glowing with happiness.” Plagg drawled.

 Adrien winced. “Désolé Plagg.”

 “Meh.” The kwami rumbled from his spot in the pocket. “Take your apologies and shove them up your-”

“Thank you Plagg!” Jake cut in glaring at Adrien's pocket. The blonde gave them a sheepish smile, pink dusting his cheeks.

 Randy bounced on his toes,  “Bros I don't know about you but I'm ready to get this over with. Bruce as it was for Tuck to find someone capable of reading all his techno babble ‘sides Spud, I am not comfortable hanging around this many trigger happy hunters.”

 Danny scowled at the building some more before leading them down the path and through the door.

 The inside was practically the exact same as other bars the four of them had snuck into before. They ignored the initial silence that always appeared when they stepped into a seedy place with practiced ease.

 Jake gave a slight nod towards the ceiling, where a devil’s trap was just barely visible on wood.

 “Right place for sure.” Danny muttered as they slid into a booth.

 Randy leaned back in his seat, stretching his limbs out and knocking his feet into Adrien’s shins. The blonde kicked his feet off of him.

 A lady walked up to the group, a maternal frown on her face as she looked at them. “What are ya boys doin’ in a place like this? Look a bit young don'tchya?”

 Adrien flashed his model worthy, boy-next-door smile at her. “Looking for a contact for a friend, mademoiselle.” He let his French accent bleed through a little thicker, to up the charm.

 She raised an eyebrow at him. Jake bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud.

 “Were looking for someone named Ash.” Danny jumped in before Adrien could stick his foot in his mouth. “We had some friends put together an algorithm for some demonic omens and they wanted a third party to overlook it. Ash found them and volunteered.”

 “We're just the delivery boys.” Randy piped up, grinning at her excitedly.

 She sighed and crossed her arms. After a moment she jerked her towards a door in the back corner. “He's in there. Keep your hands to yourself and no sampling the drinks, got it?”

 “Yes ma'am.” The boys echoed as they slid right back out of their seats.

 Jake grinned as he approached the door. “Yo I like this guy already.”

 Randy happily knocked on the door. “Dr. Badass? We got a delivery from Too Fine Foley here.”

 The cracked open to reveal a grungy man with a mullet, peering at them with half lidded eyes. “You guys are the super squad Spudster and TF sent?”

 Danny spread his arms, “In the flesh.”

 He snorted. “Buncha shorties for being hunters.”

 “We’re not hunters.” Adrien said.

 Ash eyed them some more before sniffing. “Eh, I'm the last person to judge. Wait here.” He disappeared behind the door.

 The lady from before walked up to them and knocked on the door. “We ran out of pretzels, can you do a run for me?”

 There was some muffled banging and not so muffled cursing before Ash responded, “Can't! Busy!”

 She groaned. “Fine! Get your ass out here and watch the bar for me at least. I'll be right back.”

The four boys watched her walk off.

 Ash banged out of the room, a bulky computer in his arms. “Follow me boys.”

 He stumbled over to the bar, setting the contraption on the filthy surface with a sigh. The group crowded around him as his fingers flew across the keys.

 “So this algorithm,” Danny said, handing the hard drive over to Ash, “You think it will work?”

 “Psh! From what I saw? It's brilliant!” Ash plucked the device and went to plug it in.

 Adrien shot out his hand, “Wait!”

 Randy gave him an incredulous look, “Bro what the heck?”

 Adrien ignored him leaning in closer to read the screen. “Is that what I think it is?”

 Danny turned his attention to the screen, reading quickly. He gasped.

 “That's a program for finding Azazel’s psychics.” Danny suddenly scowled, turning an accusing glare on Ash. “Why are you looking for them?”

 “Woah, dude,” Ash held his hands up, wincing under his glare. “It's for some friends of mine-”

 Jake slammed a hand on the table, “Why are hunters looking for the psychics?”

 Ash squirmed in his seat, looking around uneasily. “Back room might be a better place to talk about this yeah?”

 He shut his computer and scrambled for the back of the bar, not waiting to see if the others followed.

 Randy's eyes were wide. “I didn't think anyone else even knew about them. The others will be okay right?”

 Danny didn’t say anything as he marched after Ash, Jake on his heels. Randy looked at Adrien who shrugged in response. The two of them scrambled through the door marked ‘Employees Only’.

 Ash had hunched his shoulders under Danny and Jake’s heated glares. “We aren’t after psychics, cross my heart!” He mimed the motion, raising his hands in defense.

 “And the algorithm?” Adrien questioned, putting a hand on Danny’s shoulder to calm him down.

 Ash ran a hand through his hair. “Something’s going down with the demons and the psychics. Some friends caught wind of it when they found psychic killing people.”

 All the anger drained out of the boys at the news. Jake rubbed his forehead. “Aww man.”

 “Then there was an exorcism thing,” Ash continued, “and something big is about to go down with the demons and they asked me to see if I can find anymore psychics so we can maybe have a leg up when all the demon shit goes down.”

 “So you’re building an army?” Adrien squeaked.

 Danny puffed up in anger and Ash waved him off, “No no no. The demons are using the psychics for something and we’ve been searching for them to warn them and make sure they aren’t going bad side.”

 Randy looked between his friends and Ash a little wide eyed. “....Did you make sure to demon proof your laptop so they can’t track you?”

 Ash paled and Danny cursed. He turned to the others. “We have to get everyone out of here now. Chances are demons are headed here now to kill everyone.”

 Adrien slumped against the door, groaning. “Just when I thought we had a nice, normal task demons have to come and ruin everything.”

@i-understand-mon-cher

#writing #queen will write #secret quartet #danny fenton #adrien agreste #randy cunningham #jake long #supernatural au #crossover #fan fic #fanfic #plagg #danny phantom #rc9gn #miraculous ladybug #american dragon jake long #drabble game