#i've been playing with him ok he needs more than one outfit. for once

[ch3rryc4ndy]

Bad Idea

Relationship - Hyuck dom! X Fem reader

Genre - smut

Summary - Trying to tease your boyfriend turns into you giving in once again

Warnings - bondage, choking, degrading, praise, edging, language, unprotected sex

Hyuck’s been playing his games more often than usual which always leaves me either frustrated or desperate, mostly both if I'm being honest

I've been planning on getting him back but let's just say I'm one to give in easily. But I'll try today since it's a perfect day to do so. I have plans with Yuna and ningning so that itself will give me a push to leave when I'm done with my games

"where are you going?" I hear hyuck yell from our bedroom as I change into my outfit inside our closet "I'm going out with the girls today" I reply as I put on his favorite matching panties and bra

"and why do you need to wear that out?" I hear him hum from behind me, I turn around and see hyuck leaning on the door with his arms crossed and a sly smile plastered on his face "because the dress is also black" I reply in an eye roll

"ok" he replies as he sits down on the chair in front of me watching me put on my dress and heels "you can't see my panties right" I say turning around and adjusting the dress a little bit higher than its actual length, exposing my ass slightly

He sits there arms crossed and watching me intensely, almost as if he knows exactly what I'm doing “does it fit right? I think it might be too tight" I reply as I fix my dress and cleavage

"do you need to go out with them today?" he purrs now standing up and looking down at me "yes I do, I need to be there by 8" I reply "that gives us 10 minutes" he groans into my neck "no hyuck me and you both know those 10 minutes will turn into an hour" I chuckle as I push him back slightly

"do you think the heels are too much? I feel like I look too tall" I hum as I look at myself in the mirror, dropping my bag purposely onto the ground bending down, picking it up

I look back at hyuck and see him undressing me with his eyes as he leans back onto the chair, letting out a slow sigh as he watches me in frustration

"the heels look fine" he replies now staring at my legs and stopping at the hem of my dress "what bag should I take" I say holding up 2 bags in front of him casually

“I know what you're doing y/n" he purrs with a smile "the last time you tried to tease you failed miserably. It ended up with you begging me to fuck you for 2 hours remember ? All Tied up and needy" he replies slyly

"I don't know what you're talking about" I say turning around and regretting this plan of mine now. Within seconds he's standing up, cornering me into a wall "what will you be doing?" he hums into my neck, kissing it sloppily as his fingers run up my dress

"dancing" I pant out as I feel his hands snake their way onto my ass "dancing mmh, In this?" he replies as his fingers run up and down my slit through my lace panties.

I let out a quiet moan as he lifts one of my legs up slightly, moving my panties aside and rubbing his thumb onto my clit "I should stop, the girls are waiting for you" he smirks as he drops my leg down and licks his fingers. I stand in agony as I feel myself wanting more, knowing the game I was trying to play would end horribly for me

I fix myself up in the mirror and walk into the bedroom, seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me

I sit on his lap, kissing his neck and rubbing myself against his sweats “don't you need to go and meet Yuna and ningning? What about the girl's night out" he chuckles as he plants his hands onto my waist, grinding himself harder onto me

"I can call them and say I'll be late" I whimper out as I feel him growing harder please hyuck" I moan into his neck "what? I couldn't hear you" he replies "please hyuck fuck me please" I pant out in desperation and embarrassment

"as you wish" he chuckles as his hands trail up my thighs, playing with the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head and scattering kisses onto my breasts "mmmh" I purr out as I feel his teeth bite onto my skin as my hands run through his hair

He lifts me up throwing me onto the bed, running his hands up my torso and up to my neck, gripping it tightly "I don't appreciate you trying to tease me but as always you failed" he hums as he gets off me and rummages through his cabinet

"You already know what happens when you try and out-tease me" he purrs as he pulls a tie out of his drawer

I whimper as I know the edging and teasing will drive me to the brink “I didn't mean it please I'm sorry" I plead as he gets back on top of me, tying my hands over my head in a tight knot

"me and you both know you aren't sorry" he hums into my ear as he unclips my bra straps and back strap followed by my panties on the floor “I know you love being a brat, and so do I” he purrs.

His lips crash onto mine as I wrap my legs around him, pulling him onto me roughly causing him to throw my legs off his waist as his head drops onto my boobs sucking and biting my nipple "I'm a very lucky man" he purrs as his fingers make their way onto my clit

"all soaked and ready for me aren't you?" he chuckles as his skilled fingers rub my clit faster causing me to squirm under him "sh- I-" I pant out as his other hand pushes 2 fingers into me as he lowers himself in between my legs

I feel myself already reaching my orgasm but feel hyuck pull back causing me to whimper in frustration knowing this was just the beginning "please hyuck” I beg as I see him enjoying himself as my legs stay spread wide open for him

He drops his sweats and boxers onto the ground climbing back onto me, kissing my neck as I feel his hard cock grinding against me, bucking my hips for any form of friction 

"Always so needy" he purrs as he makes his way back in between my legs "fuckkk" I moan out as his skillful tongue runs up and down my cunt

His hands pin my legs down as I try and move from the overwhelming need rushing through my body "sh- shit" I moan out as his tongue flicks my clit, sucking in need "yes yes“ I moan out as I feel him yet again pull his head back in accomplishment

I groan out in frustration throwing my head back onto the pillow as I hear hyuck lick his lips clean "you taste so good" he purrs as he leans down forcing me to look at him "are you sorry?" he hums in a sly smile

"yes, yes I'm sorry hyuck I'm sorry" I whimper out in desperation "sorry for what?" he replies as he wraps my legs around his waist, rubbing himself in between my folds " fuckkk" I groan out as his tip hits my clit continuously

"I'm sorry for trying to tease you it won't happen again" I plead as my wrists start to burn from the constant turning and tugging "please hyuck please fuck me" I beg

"my sweet girl, you know you have to beg better than that" he purrs "please I need you in me, I want to feel you pounding me into the bed" I whimper out

I feel his tip sliding in and out of me causing me to throw my head back "not yet, you aren't ready" he hums as his hands snake back in between my legs, pushing 2 fingers into me, pumping them out slowly as he makes sure I hold eye contact with him

I feel tears running down my face as the constant edging is taking a toll on me "please just fuck me" I beg him

“no" he hums as his pace quickness, I feel my orgasm starting to form causing me to smile as I feel his pace lasting longer than usual "yes please yes" I moan out before feeling him pull back yet again "FUCK YOU" I yell as his eyes light up with satisfaction "I know you want to" he chuckles

After what felt like hours of teasing and edging I lay there worn out and unsatisfied. I twitched and whimpered as his tongue continues to tease "please hyuck" I whimper out in agony

"I love you" he purrs as he lifts his head up from between my thighs and rubs himself in between my folds yet again as he grips my neck tightly

I throw my head back in desperation as I feel his throbbing cock rubbing against me "listen to how wet you are" he hums as he looks me in the eyes "so fucken pretty" he chuckles

I lay there in agony letting out a loud moan as I feel him thrust into my roughly taking me by surprise "you've been a good girl, I'll reward you" he groans in bliss

I grip onto the tie wrapped around my wrists as his nails grip onto my thighs, piercing my skin and causing a euphoric moan to escape my lips "yes" I purr out in pleasure as I hear my name being moaned out in a low whimper "fuckk y/n" hyuck moans as his lips crash onto mine

"you feel so fucken good" he purrs as he holds onto my neck, pinning me onto the bed as he roughly pounds into me as I let out a moan of relief feeling myself clench around him "hyuckkk" I whine out in pleasure as I shake under him, riding out my orgasm "that's it doll, let it out" he moans

His pace doesn't slow as he looks me in the eyes loving the look on my face, a mix of pleasure and lust as his smile grew on his lips

I see his eyebrows scrunch in pleasure as one last thrust hits deep into me, letting him fill me up with his warm seed as he lets out a loud moan as he grips me tightly, riding out his orgasm.

All that can be heard are pants and heavy breathing as he falls onto my chest "lesson learned” mutter out as I run my hands through his hair

"looks like you won't be going out with your friends, maybe this was a bad idea" hyuck chuckles " I can always make other plans" I reply

"maybe I'll try harder to tease you next time"

#haechan smut #nctfanfic #nct smut #hyuck #hyuck x reader #hyuck smut #haechan x reader #haechan fanfic #haechan #nct dream smut #kpop fanfic #kpop smut

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✨The MHA Boys Go To The Eras Tour With You✨

Lol I just had to do this, please bear with me! I just watched The Eras Tour film and my MHA brain rot kicked in. Here's a few headcannons of how the MHA guys would react to being taken to the Eras Tour as your boyfriend. Spoilers: They're all weirdly into it. And some of them even plan out couples costumes! Gasp!

⚡️⚡️Denki Kamanari⚡️⚡️

Ok there is no doubt in my mind here - Denki is absolutely a Swiftie. He read all of the blog posts detailing hacks and tips to get tickets for the show, and he preregistered for a sale code the minute he was able to. He has half of Class 1A sign up for presale codes so that he can have the most amount of chances possible to enter for a spot at the show.

He's absolutely over the moon when he scores you both tickets to the upcoming concert. He asks you to help him make a Pinterest board so that you can come up with the perfect Eras outfits (he wants to do Lover). Guess what? You go as Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince. He's decked out in a glittering blazer with a bejewled plastic crown and he's thrilled. He picks out a matching flashy dress for you to wear, and keeps complimenting how absolutely gorgeous you look in it the whole night.

He's all about taking photos of your 'fits in front of the stadium and blushes every time he gets a compliment from a fellow swiftie. When Taylor takes the stage, he nearly faints. As she starts playing Lover he holds you close and tells you that he's so glad you both get to share the special night together.

🖤🖤Hanta Sero🖤🖤

Sero really doesn't get what all the hype about Taylor Swift is about, but of course he's willing to go to the concert with you. The man loves live shows - but you need to tell him to leave his vape pen behind for fear that you won't get let into the stadium if he's caught with it ("But babe, getting high at a concert is part of the experience!).

You get him a plain black t-shirt with a small snake icon on it. He doesn't get it, but he shrugs and promises to wear it. When you get to the stadium, he's really overwhelmed and intrigued by all of the glittery, feathery costumes. He spends a lot of time trying to figure out how his snake shirt fits into the mix since all he sees is hot pink and red regalia. He smiles and waves gamely at the other swiftie boyfriends in attendance and makes more than a few bro friends while in line for a beer.

When the show starts, he is immediately impressed by the production value of the whole thing. When Taylor steps out onto the stage in her glittering bodysuit, his jaw drops and he turns to you accusatorially "BABE! I never realized that she's hot!?" You both laugh as she sings her way through the Eras.

When Love Story comes on, he wraps his arms around you and says "I remember this one from when we were kids! Makes me think of you." He plants a kiss on your cheek and you grin.

Finally, the intro music for Reputation queues up and an animated snake curves it's way across the stage below you. Sero grabs your arm excitedly as he realizes the snake on his shirt matches the stage. When Taylor comes out and kills the choreography for "Are You Ready For It?" Sero turns to you with stars in his eyes and says "This is the coolest concert I've ever been to. Thank you so much for bringing me!" By the time Karma comes around, he is fully dancing in the aisles alongside the rest of the swifties, completely wrapped up in the moment as confetti rains down on the crowd. When you get home, he buys you matching Reputation era sweatshirts on Etsy to commemorate the night.

"Babe - maybe you can get one of those sparkly bodysuits like Taylor wore?"

"Sero - I have absolutely no place to wear something like that."

"I can think of somewhere you can wear it." He waggles his eyebrows suggestively as he pictures a bejeweled bodysuit tightly hugging your frame.

💚💚Izuku Midoriya💚💚

Izuku has no idea who Taylor Swift is. Why would he? She's not a Pro Hero.

Once you excitedly show him your hard-won tickets stored in your Ticketmaster app, he realizes how important the concert is to you. We all know Izuku is great at hyper-focusing on a topic until he masters it - so for a month straight Taylor Swift is his obsession.

He starts an Eras Tour specific notebook and spends lunch breaks interviewing everyone at Lunch Rush about their favorite Taylor Swift songs and eras. He spends time online gathering data and drawing up little charts, guessing at what songs might make the set list. He's disappointed when he can't find any interviews online that feature her choosing the best Pro Hero, so he decides that her favorite is likely All Might (the only valid choice).

He listens to each album in full, starting with Debut and ending with Midnights. He's thorough, and learns the lyrics to the chart toppers off of each album. He's so excited to impress you with all of his Taylor Swift knowledge and fun facts at the show, that he forgets he needs to dress up for it. When you both arrive at the stadium, he whisks you off to one of the merch lines so that he can grab an official Eras Tour t-shirt. He needs to be appropriately dressed for this occasion in order to prove his dedication to you and, by extension, to Taylor. You tell him that it doesn't matter what he wears, you just want him to enjoy the show with you.

When the show starts, he is bouncing off the walls. From time to time, he'll bend down to whisper an obscure fact or data point about Taylor's meteoric rise to the top of the music charts. A few eras into the show, he stops sharing fun facts - that's how you know he's legitimately enjoying the show.

He tries his best to dance along, but even with the moves he's picked up from Mina he's a truly terrible dancer. He doesn't seem to care, though, as he throws back his head to belt out the bridge to "You Belong With Me" while shaking his hips. You smile at how much he's enjoying the concert - you haven't seen him let loose like this in a long time.

Finally, when the performance for Vigilante Shit starts to kickoff, you notice a deep blush settle across Izuku's cute freckled face. Without taking his eyes off the stage, he leans down to whisper in your ear: "I didn't realize that this song was so...sexy?" You crack up and he grins sheepishly, watching Taylor straddle a chair. He then boldly says: "Maybe you can do some of these moves when we get home?" Your loud cackle of a laugh is drowned out by thousands of swifties singing along around you. You tilt your head up to kiss your boyfriend hard on the lips. He threads his fingers into your hair and deepens the kiss.

You pull away, craning your neck to take in more of the killer choreography before turning back to face him. "I like concert Izuku. I'd like to see more of him." You say, and he blushes even more furiously.

💥💥Katsuki Bakugo💥💥

Katsuki loves concerts. You know this because he's dragged you to countless shows across the past 6 months of dating. He loves all genres of music - pop, rock, sad boy emo, heavy metal. You name it - he's heard it. Even so, you're a little apprehensive to ask him to go to the Eras Tour with you. It just doesn't seem like his scene - glittery, screaming fans making heart eyes and painting "13s" on their hands just seems like something he would not enjoy.

"Hey dumbass! Why didn't you tell me you got Taylor Swift tickets!?" Katsuki angrily bursts into your dorm room one Friday night, looking pissed as usual.

"What? Who told you?" You look up from your laptop, surprised.

"Mina! She said you've had them for weeks! Why wouldn't you tell me?" He sounds more hurt than angry now.

"Kats...I didn't think you'd be interested to be honest!" You get up and cross the room, taking his face in one of your hands. "Do you want to go?"

"Not if I'm your second choice!" He's defensive, but his face has softened at the physical contact.

"Babe - you're always my first choice. I just didn't think you'd enjoy her music style and all of the girly vibes." You pull him into your room and shut the door to keep nosy dorm-mates at bay. You motion for him to sit down in your desk chair and you hop onto your bed.

"That's pretty sexist of you!" He has you there.

"Kats - do you want to go or not?"

It turns out Katsuki has been trying to get Eras Tour tickets for months but to no avail. He is dying to go to this show since it's being lauded as "the biggest stadium tour since The Beatles played Shea Stadium!" As a music lover, it would be a crime to miss such a spectacle.

A week leading up to the concert, you can tell he's getting pretty excited. He's made you read through the setlist with him at least twice. He's trying to guess what the surprise song might be - hoping you get to hear something exclusive so that he can brag about it online. You laugh at this - even with concerts he's so damn competitive.

You're most surprised when he shows up at your door one day with a big cardboard package from Etsy. "I got us some shirts for the concert." he says gruffly, pushing his way into your room. He pulls out two dark purple tees - one that says "Karma is My Boyfriend" and the other stating "I'm the Boyfriend" in bold font. He smiles sheepishly up at you, a rare moment of vulnerability as he waits for your approval. "Katsuki...these are so cute! Literally this is perfect." His mouth quirks up into a smile at the praise, he's clearly pleased with himself.

Before you know it, you're taking a couples pic in front of the stadium in your matching purple Karma shirts and jeans. You snap a few pictures and press your lips to the side of his jaw, leaving a ruby red lipstick stain. "Ugh - come on!" he groans, wiping the lipstick off his face with the back of his hand. He makes a show of being annoyed, but you know he secretly loves being doted on like this.

He goes crazy during the show - he's extra appreciative of the pyrotechnic display during Bad Blood. He gets especially quiet during the Folklore era, and you can see how much he loves watching the grace of the dancers as they swirl across the stage during The Last Great American Dynasty.

You notice that he loves watching you dance and belt out the lyrics to every. single. song. He has this adoring look on his face as he looks at you. You knew he loved going to concerts - but you quickly realize that he loves going to concerts to spend time with you.

At the end of the night, he pulls you into an Uber and plants a soft kiss on your mouth in an unexpected show of public affection (Katsuki is not huge on PDA, he prefers private moments of intimacy with you). "Thanks so much for bringing me, babe. I can't even describe how much I enjoyed that show. Did you see the flamethrowers during that one song!? Insane!" Katsuki has glitter in his hair, and a smile stuck on his face.

You spend the rest of the ride home recounting favorite moments from the show and grinning at each other.

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Dove Reads Big Ethel Energy #2-11 (62-71)

Alright, I said I was going to read through this season and I did get to episode #3 before I completely dropped off for a while.

So I'm back and once more into the breach we go. Time for Dove's Big Ol' Review/Comment Electric Boogaloo cause this is going to be big.

Episodes 2

Not much to say there honestly. It might just be me personally, but I feel the writing is clunky or zipping by too fast in setting up problems for Ethel, such as the chapters about the all-female Olympiad and regarding women in Riverdale for the biography being removed from the book. It sucks of course, but also the way these problems are set up feel like it's a problem simply to be a problem rather than naturally occurring. Perhaps I'm being overly aware of how BEE goes about setting up issues regarding gender and sexism, but it feels rushed and doesn't jive with me.

Episode 3

My same complaint as before is that the issues and how they're present feel shoe horned. Also applied to Ethel and Moose's dynamic just doesn't feel cute or clever.

I do however love their idea for Coach Treadwell to use Moose being in her position as a reason for her to get a pay raise. That is a good idea.

Episode 4

Ethel needs to pick a lane on whether she want the distance from Seth or not. Like I get it being sudden and weird, so it's weird for her to figure out the boundary, but I believe she is also the one who brought up needing Seth to keep his distance.(Though I would need to check back near the end of season 1)

Also he just helped you up. That's it. That's him being nice and isn't something that should be read into.

Ok see? This is cute and natural sounding writing that I love.

What I don't like is what feels like the set up for a love triangle/Ethel potentially developing feelings for Seth. I really get a sense of developing guilt in her talking to Seth while she's dating Moose. Though this may also just potentially point toward the writer making Moose a jealous boyfriend like I've mentioned in the past, and perhaps drawing from his angry personality in the comics.

Hm. Dilton is a teacher? I guess we'll get more out of that later.

Episode 5

MOOSE BOOY WHY ARE YOU LYING ABOUT THE NEW TEACHER BEING DILTON?!?! I hope Ethel told him about what happened with Veronica and the cyber bullying.

I also do not like what they've done to my precious nerd Dilton :c . Honestly no one is like themselves. They merely have the facade of them.

Hmmm...questions about long distance. Who do we know that is away?

Seth.

(I know. I know. I'm pulling at nonexistent threads, but my brain immediately thought of Seth. Then her life in New York of course.)

Episode 6

Ok, I know I'm nitpicky, but why did they not put Nancy in a different outfit than her regular one for the poster?

The veneer of perfection in Ethel's life and her having these moments to gush just don't endear me to Ethel as a character.

Episode 7

I smell jealousy and more misunderstandings on the horizon. Honestly, all problems in this comic can't be based on misunderstandings.

Episode 8

Considering we spent a good portion of the first season revolving around Ethel's woes and the reader is meant to feel sorry of her/empathizing with her and her problems and now we are seeing Ethel have access to a very luxurious apartment, that her life is relatively problem free, except for social problems, once again makes her a very unrelatable character. There's a dissonance I feel here as a reader. She feels less like a rounded character and feels more like dream fulfillment.

Now if it was Veronica helping her out then it would make more sense for me. At least it would feel like the comic is playing within the rules of the universe and using established characters. And it would have been nice and fun!

So basically they just have a nice time together in New York and Ethel sorta/implicitly wants to convince him about New York/wants him to like it there, which I get if you're worried about the future of your relationship when you and your partner live in two different places.

Also minor complaint: I know it's webcomic and that this is a job with time constraints, but if you're going to do the sprawling city scapes and the message is to sell the character to the setting then I think it should look nicer/sell the scenery to the reader too.

Episode 9

Now in contrast to the last episode which focused on the scenery this episode focuses on culture and it does so well to sell you on it. Talking about the rush of getting a seat on the subway, that Ethel would tackle someone for a set is fun and entertaining! It draws you in!

Also showing Moose unable to fully adapt to it all and that he was tired due to the fast paced nature of the city was nice too.

Seeing Ethel's growth and that she is comfortable to say I love you to Moose is nice as well. This is what I like seeing from characters.

Episode 10

This episode focuses on Seth and Trula. Seth talks about how his last relationship was five years ago. Truly talks about being aromantic.

And maybe I wasn't wrong about what I said about connecting the dots earlier. Seth seems to have feelings for Ethel perhaps? That's what I think this is hinting at at least.

This response from Ethel is unnecessarily aggressive. I don't think they've really talked about it in detail, so I don't know why the response is aggressive. Like you can't be mad if you haven't talked about it. Now if I'm just forgetting and they have had this conversation repeatedly then I understand why she would be annoyed with Moose's comment.

When it comes to Moose and Ethel together Ethel is the lead I feel like and there is a lack of balance between them. Or perhaps it's that despite the fact they are portrayed as happy together they don't actually compliment each other as a couple.

Perhaps it's just me, but I don't see their relationship lasting in this comic.

Episode 11

I've connected the dots. I told you! I'm not the only one!

Me: -DISBELIEF-

This is not going to end well. Moose's jealousy is definitely going to be part of the death knell of their relationship. Remember what I've said. Mark my words.

Ethel also talks about feeling guilty regarding talking to Seth since he isn't Moose's favorite person, and I feel like while part of the guilt is due to Moose's on insecurity affecting her, I also think that a sense of guilt may be due to her potentially having underlying feelings toward Seth.

And that's if for my commentary on the episodes so far!

#Dove Reads Big Ethel Energy #Dove reads BEE #me: rushing on less than 6% battery to write this

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ok someone requested this but i accidentally deleted the ask so i hope this could reach out to anon, please let me know if you requested this 😭

basically they requested switch!hyuck and switch!reader with a biting kink, so i hope the anon could see this post. thank you so much for requesting, and once again i'm sorry 😭

requests are still open!

have a bite

pairing : switch!haechan x switch!reader

warnings : smut, semi public sex, biting/marking, dirty talk

the half year show is finally here. the dreamies are preparing for their performance. you, on the other hand, are feeling very hot and bothered.

being haechan's girlfriend for two years, you've always supported them through every music show promotion. but this year, it hits different.

not only that your boyfriend is totally in shape right now, they had to perform a song while wearing a prince costume. a vampire prince to be exact.

seeing your boyfriend in a red velvet top and white pants with some gold details plus a pair of black knee high boots is something you won't see everyday. not to mention his side-parted hair exposing his forehead. he looks like absolute royalty.

haechan definitely saw you undressing him with your eyes 'cause he went off on the performance. those hip thrusts, lip bites, and sly smirks he threw on stage is to get you more needy than ever.

turns out you're not the only one with dirty thoughts, because you noticed a tent formed on haechan's pants when he came into the waiting room. he sat right beside you while the other members came around.

"did you have a great time back here?" haechan whispers in you ear.

a small moan that you've been holding slips past your lips only for him to hear. "yes, fuck. hyuck you look so good right now, and on stage too." you can't believe how needy you sounded.

"listen. the members are going to eat and hang around outside while waiting for the encore stage and i'm gonna fuck you right here, right on this couch, understand?" he grips your thigh firmly.

"but someone could walk in on us-"

"do i look like i care?" his voice stern in your ear.

you can't respond, by now you are probably soaking.

"yo, lovebirds, we're gonna go outside, you guys coming or not?" jeno's question made you look up. you shake your head slightly while haechan responded, "we're good, probably gonna catch up with you guys later."

jeno nods, "alright then, i guess we'll see you guys." and with that the other boys left you both alone in the waiting room.

the tension is unbearable. haechan gets up and lock the door. you can only gulp. but an idea comes to your mind.

right before haechan could pin you down on the couch, you pushed him first, making him sit right away. you immediately fall into your knees, right between his legs.

"what do you think you're doing, baby? fuck." his words are cut out with his moans when you palm him through his white pants. his fully hard now.

"oh hyuckie, i've been waiting for this since i've seen you put on this outfit." you open the zipper of his pants before you push it down slightly alongside his boxers, his length springing out making your mouth water.

you lick him from the base until his tip.

"don't fucking tease." he tries to get his domination back but he's clearly struggling with how your tounge lick his slit.

"i said don't fucking te- oh shit, fuckk..." a long moan escaped his throat, his head thrown back when you put him inside your mouth, going halfway.

"baby, you're playing such a dangerous game right now." he warns but you couldn't care less. you got him wrapped around your fingers, or so you thought...

right when you start licking his tip again, he pulls your hair into a ponytail, tugging on it slightly to make you face him. his eyes are fully dark now.

"don't. fucking. tease. or do i need to remind you who's in charge?"

you shook your head no and he flips you both around. he licks his lower lip while taking off his velvet outer which only left him in his white shirt.

he pumps his length in his hand, while leaning closer to your face. he finally crashes his lips onto yours. that's when you felt a slight pain in your lips.

he pulls away, tugging on your lower lips. he raises an eyebrow, "can't talk anymore, huh? cat got your tounge?"

there you see it, two fangs hanging on his teeth. that's why it hurts, but why do you feel aroused?

"hy-hyuck, your fangs."

he chuckles, "we're vampires today, remember?"

you didn't even notice when your pants got discarded, now he's entering you with full force. no matter how many times you take him, you'll never get used to his size.

a loud moan came out of your mouth and he shuts you up with a kiss, "shhh...babygirl, i like it so much when you're loud, but we don't want the whole building to know what we're doing, do we?"

you bite your lip to contain your moans while haechan is going in such an inhuman pace. he places kisses in your neck, and to your surprise, he bites you. hard. right on your sensitive spot. and that's your last straw, you came with a loud whine of his name, your vision is blurry.

"shit, you're clenching on me so hard, i am close, fuck...i need to come in your mouth, baby, don't want to get my clothes dirty." haechan pulls out before you went back to your knees and suck him like never before.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, you're so good to me, baby. oh fuck!" his orgasm hits him and you make sure to swallow every drip.

his breathing are still uneven but he brushes your hair softly. "that was amazing, thank you, baby."

you got up and give him a kiss, a soft one this time. "thank you to you too, sexy." he then give you a smile.

you can't believe how fast haechan could turn from a sexy man to a shy and soft boy.

after putting back your clothes, you helped haechan to look more presentable like before. you gave him another kiss, "i love you."

"i love you too, bub. shall we meet the other guys now?" he asks while adjusting his boots.

you nod, "let's go." you two walk hand in hand outside, towards the other guys.

you see renjun with his hands covering his face. the others are oddly silent.

"damn. renjun's not lying." mark says, breaking the silence.

you and haechan are both confused. "what are you guys talking about?"

"renjun went back to grab his airpods but he says that you guys are doing nasty shit in there, we didn't believe him at first but..." jeno pauses.

"but what?" panic starts to show in your face.

this time, jaemin points out, "your neck."

you immediately search for somewhere near to look at your reflection and see a hickey with a bite mark in your neck. your heart fell. busted.

"lee haechan just took the vampire role way too far, huh?" jaemin adds making the other guys beside renjun laugh, including chenle and jisung.

"you guys are just jealous you aren't getting some." haechan says trying to stay calm while you sigh.

the others will never let this one go. for sure.

#nct smut #haechan smut #nct dream smut #lee donghyuck smut #lee haechan smut #nct hard hours #donghyuck smut #nct dream

[forcemelt]

🖊 Idyra’a!!!! i really love hearing about her :D

Want me to gush about my OCs? - ask game

getting very early to that one, huh

ok so, i think with tamigo i talked a bit about sor, so i'm gonna talk about some sor stuff for her too, as I played through the korriban and tython fps with her fairly recently

this ended up being a bit of a ramble again so more under the cut

i mentioned my legacy canon is still kind of a work in progress ™ thing, but i've been slowly able to figure out how prelude to sor could play out for each of my characters, as i don't really see all of them being involved in the same way, with some having bigger role than the others (or rather, some following the canon story more while others do their thing). anyway, for Idyra'a, I don't think she would really take any part in the korriban incursion (on that one it's making biggest sense to me that Ray and Marr'ek would be the one called for the task, actually), she's a bit too busy with jedi, diplomatic and political matters. HOWEVER, I do think she would be present on tython when that attack happens. she probably felt the need to help as much as she can during the attack as well + help people escape from the temple etc (and then dealing with the whole aftermatch of the whole thing).

she and Ray (and Marr'ek too, probably?) also most likely met up eventually on tython while the attack happened. wouldn't be the first time they met though and interacted in some extend before. aanyway once Ray explains he was also in korriban (had a whole side paragraph here about how plausible would it be for her to already know about korriban but that could be whole another post). either way, i think both of them in particular would be veery suspicious of the convenient timing of the attack.

afterwards, idyra’a probably wouldn't be too involved with the stuff on manaan and rakata (theron’s trying to keep a low profile and he’s already got one jedi who’s helping him with all this :D). I’m honestly still not sure whether or not she’s going to be on Rishi, however her possibly having to deal with all the pirate shenanigans is something i have fun thinking about. she’s definitely on yavin 4 though.

i could probably talk more but at this point i think i gushed enough. anyway everyone look at this epic outfit i made for her bc i’m especially fond of it

#oc: idyra'a

[ratsoh-writes]

This is my first ever matchup so I'm really excited for it! Thank you so much for this and all of your amazing content. ❤

I'm a fairly stereotypical INFP -- someone who at first seems pretty aloof or visibly uncomfortable being around someone new. Once I'm comfortable enough with them I turn into a loyal friend who will happily lend an ear and my support/advice whenever possible. I'm very inquisitive when it comes to those types of things and getting to know my loved ones better. I'll regularly remind people that I care about them and check in on how they're feeling before going off and doing my own thing. I'm extremely introverted and shy but I usually take a leader position in groups if there isn't one already.

Not sure if it's a pro or con but I tend to see the best in the people I like and that's especially true with crushes and partners. I'm a hopeless romantic so having a healthy relationship is really important to me. I need a fair amount of one on one time, even if we're just doing our own thing in the same room. I'm also a cuddle sl*t so I will be very physically affectionate with my partner whenever and wherever unless they request otherwise.

One of my major flaws is how incredibly lazy I can be. I could very easily laze around in bed all day watching anime or YouTube and be totally content with that. I'm Really bad at dealing with confrontation, especially if the other person is being aggressive in any way. I have a habit of maladaptive daydreaming so I space out a lot and my depression and abandonment issues mess with me pretty bad sometimes. I've been doing really good at getting those all handled but some days can be a real struggle for me.

Besides cheating, the biggest dealbreaker for me is gaslighting. I've already dealt with enough of that for one lifetime. People who are overly entitled and inconsiderate of others, especially service workers, are forever going to get the side eye from me. Other than those, I don't think I'll ever want to have a kid of my own so I wouldn't date someone who did.

My pet peeves are when people "tink its ok 2 spel n tipe words like dis." Also spitting on the ground and chewing food with your mouth open.

As I said before, I like watching anime and YouTube. Usually it's some kind of dark/creepy content, let's plays, chaotic let's builds or food stuff. Also listen to a lot of indie rock and tend to drink a worrying amount of coffee. Oh, I play D&D, online games and board games with my friends. By myself, I'll play point and click puzzle games. When I decide I want to actually go outside for once I'll go on a hike or go to thrift shops and see if I can snag some sweet threads. 

Physically, I'm a 5'4" thicc lady with big bazoongas. I wear mostly skinny jeans with either tank tops or tshirts and flannel or leather jackets when it's cold enough. Black, grey, white and muted red, blue and green are my go to colors. I have 11 silver mostly ear piercings, stretched lobes and a few tattoos. I always wear glasses and have my hair in a messy low bun.

That's it! Thank you again and have a wonderful day!!

Dang. The no kids totally knocked honey out of the competition 😭😭😭

Alrighty, after a lot of back and fourth, I was stuck between three guys. Once again I had the little sister pick a random name.

Looks like you’re getting matched with…… CASH (swapfell papyrus)!

Honestly one of the biggest reasons I think he’ll make a good match is how you said you put in effort into getting to know your SO. And how you’re very verbally affectionate. Cash needs these in a relationship. He’s an affectionate boyfriend but isn’t good at voicing his worries about how he thinks he’s not doing enough sometimes. This would be a big comfort that you’re honest about how you feel.

One way I can see cash appealing to you is that he’s good at sticking up for the “little guy” or just workers in general. Cash and mal come from a very poor background. He knows exactly how hard it is to make ends meet, or how to deal with nasty customers. Now that he can, cash always tips well and loves scaring the occasional Karen.

I’m sorry to say, but if you’re going to constantly cuddle him, he’s gonna take advantage of it all the time. Hands up your shirt every time. Half the time he’s not even being a horn dog, he just likes how squishy humans are lol

Thrift shopping with him is always an adventure. Cash loves shopping when it’s not with his brother and spends more time finding the ugliest outfits possible and trying to get you to wear them. It always ends up in you two putting on a fashion show that would give a designer a heart attack

He’s one of the gamer guys so he’s always cool to play with you. He likes fighting games and puzzle games the most!

The other two you could’ve gotten were slim and charm

#matchups #swapfell

[beclynn-herondale]

In Another Universe: Chapter 9 - The Greenhouse part 1

He wasn't sure if he had screamed, if he had it would have been again for the hundredth time tonight. The motorcycle was flying, it felt like a rollercoaster almost, it also caused that weird feeling you get in your stomach when you ride one. He looked back at the roof and saw the vampires and werewolves. And looked away honestly if he ever saw that place again it would be way too soon. Jayce was screaming in delight. Clar tightened his arms around her. "My mother told me that if I ever rode a motorcycle with someone, she'd kill me." he called over the sound of the the wind and bike. "Not if she knew me," she called back with confidence. "I am excellent at driving." Clar remembered something suddenly. "Hey, I thought Alec said only some of these could fly?" "Only some can!" "So how did you know this one could?". "I had no idea if it could!" she shouted happily, she did something that the bike ride in the air.

"Look down!" she shouted. "It's so amazing!" Curiousity making him want to, even though he was still terrified, he looked down. They were a lot higher than he had originally thought. They were flying over the city, it was beautiful, in a terrifying way. Jayce tunred the bike towards the brooklyn bridge. "You okay?" she shouted. He didn't say anything, held on more tightly. He felt nauseous all of a sudden and was reminded of how high they were and how they could fall so far down, he shut his eyes. "Clar?" she yelled again. "Are you ok, Clar? He shook his head. Something scratched at him, he ignored it until it scratched again. He opened his eyes slightly, and saw it was Simone, her head out of Clar's jacket, tugging at it. "It's okay, Simone." he said, not wanting to look down. "It was just the bridge—" But she scratched him again, pointing her paw towards the waterfront, rising up on their left. Still dizzy he looked up and saw sunrise. "Yes, it's very pretty," he said, shutting his eyes again. "It's a beautiful sunrise.' Jayce went rigid. "Sunrise?" she yelled, and jerked the bike towards the waterline. Clar leaned as closely as he could without squashing Simone. "What's wrong with the sunrise?" "I told you back on the roof! These bikes run on demon energies!"

She pulled the bike on level with the river. Water splashed them. "When the sun comes up— The bike started to sputter. Jayce said a colorful amount of swear words, and slammed her hand into the accelerator. It lunged forward, jerked under them. Jayce was still swearing, one time in what sounded like french. Clar saw every rock and pebble that was under them as they cleared past the river and over the narrow bank. Below them was the highway, full of early morning traffic.

They barely cleared it, beyond was a parking lot. "Hold on tight, Clar, don't let—" The bike struck the asphalt of the parking lot, the front wheel hitting first. Then it struck a concrete barrier with a terrible force that it lifted him off the bike and threw him sideways, his grip breaking from Jayce. He curled up into a protective ball, hoping Simone wouldn't be crushed. He hit the ground hard, pain shooting up his arm. He flipped over onto his back, the wind knocked out of him. He reached for his pocket, but it was empty. He tried to call for Simone but the his breath was knocked out of him, He wheezed.

His entire body hurt, he rolled over. Dawn had come, he saw the remains of the bike turning into ash as the suns rays shined on it. And there was Jayce, getting to her feet painfully, she hurried to him, and slowed down a little when she got closer. Her jacket sleeve was torn and she had a long graze her arm that was bleeding. Her face was pale under her golden curls, that were now dirty from the events of last night. He wondered why she looked so pale and shocked. Was his leg was torn off, lying across the parking lot with a pool of blood?

He started to get up when there was a hand in his shoulder. "Clar?". "Simone!" She was kneeling down beside him, looking a little dirty and crumpled, her glasses were gone but she appeared to be unharmed otherwise. She reached out and touched his face. "Ow!". "Are you alright? You look good," she said, with a catch to her voice. "The most amazing thing that I've—". "That's because your glasses are gone," he said weakly, but Simone didn't give a smart response back, instead she threw her arms around him, holding him tightly. She was alright he thought, she's alright. "Clar," she said. "I didn't—i didn't think you—". "Come for you? Of course I did," he said. "Of course did." he said and put his arms around her. He stroked her back reassuringly.

He glanced back at Jayce for a moment, she was turning away as if the sun hurt her eyes, he wondered why.

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Joan was leaning against a wall in the training room that was in this dimension place, flipping a knife back and forth, she was very good with knives now. Her father wanted to talk with her, she may be more connected with her demon blood now, but that didn't change the fact she still hated the man's guts. She thought his goals were boring and that he was your typical villian, he didn't have any ideals that surprised her. Not to mention a shitty father, and sounds like he was a shitty husband.

"Still having trouble with your anger, I have heard," said Valentine. "Still having trouble finding a Cup, I have heard" she replied. He looked furious for a moment but composed himself. She loved how she could get under his skin. "All in good time," he said. "Yeh? And how much time is that?" "Very soon." She looked at him. "Are you sure it's soon enough?" He smiled a devilish grin. "Yes." She didn't like the grin, there was something he wasn't telling her. "Jonathena," he said. "Yes?" "You have completed much if your training, faster than I had thought," he said. "Soon enough we will be in Idris, and with we'll have your mother, brother, and Jayce." He took a minute before he spoke again. "I have been thinking, if Lucian does decide to make a move, and if he does somehow succeed in getting in my way, I'll need you to play spy for me. Clar will trust you, and believe you. I don't think things will go wrong but I want a backup plan." She was slightly more intrigued now. "Whatever, not like I have a choice in the matter." He stared at her. "Things will not be so boring soon enough, my daughter."

Yeah, soon enough you'll have an angel cup and some sword and be attacking god knows what. She just wanted Clar and her mom, make sure they are safe and do whatever she needed to do to keep them safe. This Jayce did intrigue her though. Valentine seemed to speak slightly softer about her.

She went back to training with Alan, learning how to take on ten people at once. Lilith had some kind of way to strengthen her demon blood, Joan had no idea how, but with Greater Demons you never really knew, she supposed.

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Hodge was enraged when they got back, Alec and Isidore in the back lurking behind him. When Clar and the girls came in limping, covered in blood and filthy, he had instantly gone into a lecture that would have made Clar's mom very proud. He also didn't forget the part of how they had lied about where they had gone to—Which apparently Jayce had or the part about never trusting Jayce again. Also bits about breaking the law and being thrown out of the clave, and bringing shame onto the Wayland name. After he calmed down slightly, he looked at Jayce with a glare. "You've endangered other people people with your actions. This time I will not let you shrug it off!" "I wasn't planning on it," said Jayce. "It's kinda hard to shurg anything off at the moment. My shoulder is dislocated." "If only physical pain was actually a deterrence for you," said Hodge furious. "But you'll just spend the next few days in the infirmary with Isidore and Alec caring to your every need. And you'll probably very much enjoy it."

Hodge had been partly right. Jayce and Simone had both ended up in the infirmary, but only Isidore was running around caring for their every need when Clar — who'd gone to clean up — came back a few hours later. Hodge had tended to the bruise on his arm, and almost half an hour in the shower gotten the asphalt that was stuck in his skin out. But he still ached all over. Alec was sitting on the windowsill and looking irritated, angry, maybe almost even sad all at the same time, scowled as the door shut behind him. "Oh. It's you." He ignored Alec. "Hodge says he's on his way and hopes you two can hang onto your slowly fading life forms until he is here," or something of that variation." "I do hope he hurries," said Jayce crossly, she was sitting up in one of the infirmary beds, still in her filthy clothes, the lace top she had worn to the party torn in some places, though he assumed Shadowhunters were used to ruining clothes. "Why? Are you in pain?" he asked. "Nope. I have a very high pain tolerance. But I do get very easily bored." she narrowed her eyes at him. "Do you remember how back in the hotel you promised that if we survived, you'd dress up in a nurse's outfit and give me a sponge bath?". "I think you misheard that," said Clar. "It was Simone who promised you that." Jayce looked over involuntarily to Simone, who gave her a wide smile. "As soon as I'm back to good health, beautiful." "I knew we should have left as a rat," said Jayce.

Clar laughed as he went over to Simone, who seemed uncomfortable surrounded by the many pillows Isidore had gotten for her. He sat down on the edge of her bed. "How do you feel?" "Like someone tried to grate me into cheese," she said, wincing as she moved her legs. "I broke a foot bone. It had swelled so much, Isidore had to cut my shoe off." "Glad he's taking such good care of you," he said with a little bit of acid in his tone. Simone leaned forward. "I want to have a talk with you." Clar nodded. "I'll be in my room. Come see me once Hodge gets you all fixed up, k?" "Yup." surprising him she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. It was a butterfly kiss, but as he pulled away, he knew he had blushed, probably, standing up, because everyone was staring at them.

On his way out to the hallway he touched his cheek, a kiss on the cheek didn't mean much of anything, but it was odd for Simone. Was she trying to make a point to someone? Clar never would understand the whole making someone else jealous thing that people did. And then there was Jayce, doing her wounded princess act.

"Clar!" He turned and to his surprise, there was Alec coming down the hall after him. They both stopped once she caught up to him. "I need to speak with you." Surprised again, he asked. "About what?" She hesitated for a moment. With her pale ivory skin she looked almost as striking as her brother, but unlike Isidore she did anything she could to downplay her looks and not be seen, her frayed sweaters and her bangs and blunt cut of her hair that fell over her shoulders that looked as if she cut it herself in the dark, was only part of it, she looked seriously uncomfortable in her own skin. "I think you should go. Go home, I mean," she said. He knew that Alec didn't like him but it still felt like she had slapped him. "Alec, I can't go home, it has forsaken and demons crawling around it, believe me nobody wants to go home more than me but i—" "You must have family somewhere that could take you in?" he thought she sounded desperate. "I don't have any family, and Hodge wants me to stay here," he said shortly.

"He can't possibly actually after everything you've done—" "Everything I've done?" "You almost got Jayce killed." "I almost— what are you talking about?" "Going after your friend like that—do you even know the danger you put her in? Do you know that—" "Her? Do you mean Jayce?" he cut her off.  "Just so you know it was all her idea. She asked Magna where to find the vampire. She went to that church to get weapons. If I didn't go with her, she would have gone without me.". "By the angel, you don't understand," said Alec. "You don't know her like I do. I know her. She thinks she has to save the world, and she would gladly die doing it. hell I think she wants to die, but that doesn't mean you need to help her along to do it." "I really don't understand you people," he said. "Jayce is a Shadowhunter. This is your job, you help and save people, you kill demons and put yourself in danger everyday. How is it that last night was different from any other time?"

He saw her self control break. "Because I wasn't there!" she yelled. "Usually I am there, covering her back, making sure no harm come to her, keeping her safe. But you are just a burden, a mundane." she said the word like it tasted bitter in her mouth. "No, that's where you're wrong," he said. "I am a Nephilim, just like you." Her mouth curled up. "Perhaps," she said. "But with no training whatsoever, nothing at all, you're not much use, are you? Your mother raised you mundane, raised you in a world where you didn't have to know about the evil and darkness, and that's where you belong. Not her making Jayce act like someone she isn't, like she isn't a Shadowhunter. Making her break her oath. Making her break the law and not care—"

"Here's a news flash," he snapped at her. "I don't make Jayce do anything. Jayce does what she wants. You should know that." She looked at him with disgust. "I always forget, that you mundanes are totally selfish, isn't that right? You don't care about all that she's done for you, what she has risked? This isn't just about her safety and almost getting killed. She could be kicked out of the Clave. She lost her father and mother already, do you want her to lose the only other family she has?"

Rage rose in Clar. Rage against Alec, for being a little right. rage against his mother for not telling him about what the world really was and what he really was, for not telling Joan as well, for bit preparing them for all of this, and being some angel warrior who Clar didn't know, someone she needed so desperately right now but was not there. Rage against the fact that his father had died before he was born. Against Simone for almost getting herself killed and doing dangerous things. Rage against Jayce for not caring about whether she lived it died. Against Luke for not being there.

"You're one to talk about being selfish," he hissed viciously and Alec took a step back. "You don't about anyone in this world but yourself, Alec Lightwood. No wonder you've never even killed a single demon, because you're so afraid." Alec looked stunned, as if he had slapped her. "Who— who told you that?" "Jayce did." She looked again as if she had been slapped. "She wouldn't have. She would never say that." "Well, she did. You can go on and on about honor and honestly and all that but we both know if you were really honest, you would admit this is all because you're in love with her. It doesn't actually have anything to do—" He hit hard against the wall, felt his head hit against it hard. Alec had thrown him against it, she was taller than him and had her Shadowhunter training. Alec with her face inches from his now. "Don't you dare," she whispered with rage. "Say anything like that ever again or I'll kill you. I swear I will." It hurt where she gripped his arms. She let go, pulling back quickly. She looked horrified, like she couldn't believe she had just done that. She spyn around with no words, and stumbled towards the infirmary like she was drunk. "Great, Clar" he thought now she definitely hates you.

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He should have gone to sleep, passed out with exhaustion, but sleep wouldn't come. So instead he pulled his sketchpad out of his backpack, he started to draw scribbles at first, he drew the hotel, empty streets with dim lampposts, a shadowy figure at the end of the lamppost. Raphaela all covered in blood. He drew Jayce on top of the roof of the hotel, ten stories high, as if the fall was more a challenge, as if she was invincible. Like in the the dreams he had, he drew her with wings like the ones on the statue on the bone city.

He drew Joan, him and Simone, as kids at Luke's farm sitting in a pile of leaves. Lastly, he tried to draw his mom. He had told Jayce that there was really no difference after he read the gray book, it was mostly true. But now when he thought back to the memories of his mom, he saw the scars that lined her shoulders like snowflakes.

It hurt knowing that it was all a lie. Everything about his childhood and mother was a lie. he slid his sketchpad under his pillow know, feeling more exhausted. A soft tap on his door knocked him out of his thoughts. "Come in." Simone came in, she was still her dirty clothes and looked rumpled. He scooted sideways, so she could be on the other side of the bed with him. Lying a bed with Simone was never odd, they grew up Sleeping over at each other's houses, building blanket forts with the help of Joan, she always helped them build it right so it wouldn't fall down on them. When she had learned how to read, she read to them to get them to sleep on those nights. When Clar and Simone were older they stayed up reading comics and manga.

"You found your glasses," he said. noticing a lens was cracked slightly. "They faired pretty well considering they were in my pocket. I'll have to write a nice not to my eye doctor." She sat down by him slowly. "So Hodge fixed you up?" She nodded. "I still feel terrible though." She looked at him very seriously, her brown eyes fixed on him. "Clar, the fact that you came to save me—that you risked all that—" He held up his hand. "No need," he said. "You'd do the same for me." "Well, of course," she said. "I just always thought that was the way with us. You know." He looked at her puzzled. "What?"

"What I mean is," she seemed surprised it wasn't obvious. "I have always needed you more than you needed me." "That isn't true," Clar said appalled. "But, it is," she said calmly, it was unnerving. "You have never really needed anyone, you've been so I independent, so. . . Contained in your own world inside your head. All you've ever really needed was your pencild, chalk, and imaginary worlds. Sometimes I would say the same thing over and over to you before you'd come back to reality and realize it. And you'd give silly smile you always did. And I knew you had forgotten about the real world, about me, but I was never upset. A little of your attention is better than anyone else's entire attention." He reached out for her hand but instead got her wrist. "In my life, I have only loved four people," he said. "My mom and Luke, Joan, and you. I have lost mom and Luke, and Joan, but not you. Don't you ever imagine that you don't mean enough to me, don't ever think that."

"My mom always says you only need three people for self-actualization," said Simone, voice light but it cracked slightly. "She says you seem pretty self-actualized." Clar smiled. "Does your mom have any other words of wisdom about me?" She gave him a crooked smile. "Yeah," she said. "But i'll never tell." "No fair.". "Life is not fair, Clarus," she said, jokingly. But there was a slight truth to that statement.

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Jayce was avoiding Alec and Iz cause they were both trying to pick an argument with her, and Alec would give Jayce one of her usual speeches about responsibility and caring about yourself. She wasn't really in the mood for any of that. So she went off to take a shower and finally after what felt like forever was clean, she threw on a pair of jeans and a plain grey t-shirt. Hodge had reminded her it was Clar's birthday, well almost. So she snuck food from the kitchen and decided she would bring him to the greenhouse to show him the midnight flowers, they were one of the most beautiful things Jayce has ever seen, she couldn't quite describe how beautiful they are.

She remembered the first time she had seen them, the glow of them, all the colors they radiated.  How when you saw them it was like time had stopped for just a moment. Jayce loved plants and even though many people would call it cliche for a girl to love flowers so much she didn't care, Jayce loved plants for their beauty.

She came up upon Clar's door, she held the paper bag that had the food in it behind her back. She knocked gently, he opened the door. There he was in jogger pants and a t-shirt, she looked at the freckles on the pale skin of his face and arms that she secretly thought were cute. He gave her a look up and then down.

"I didn't wake you up did I?" she asked curiously. "No," he said, stepping out into the hallway. "What makes you think that." "No reason." "I layed in bed almost a day," he said. "Aren't you tired though?" "Nope," she said. "Shadowhunters are always hard at work, almost no rest." "Uh huh," he said. "So why are you here, anyway?"

"Do you mean as in at your bedroom door or why am I here on earth, in this time. Do you mean what is my purpose here and what great things will I achieve?" He gave her that usual look he did, the one that said I know you're half joking and I am slightly amused but also slightly annoyed. She knew that look well, Alec gave her similar look at times, but Clar's was different in a way, it for one of the first times since she could remember left her not able to describe it exactly, like he could see through to why she was this way. "Imma go back to bed," he said.

He reached for the doorknob but she slid in front of him. "I am here," she said. "Because Hodge reminded me it's your birthday." He gave a sigh. "It's tomorrow, actually." "Why not start celebrating early," she said, and gave him a grin. He eyed her. "You're avoiding Isidore and Alec, aren't you?" She gave him a nod. "You caught me," she said, and added in a more serious tone. "They are trying to pick fights with me, and I am simply not in the mood." "Do they both have the same reason?' "I don't know." she glanced down the hall, as if she were trying to avoid eye contact with him. "Hodge, as well. Almost everyone wants to talk to me. But not you I suppose. I bet you don't want to talk." "You're right," he said, and for a moment he thought she might walk away, but he continued. "I want food, I am hungry."

She brought up the bag from behind her. "I sneaked food when Hodge wasn't paying attention." He grinned at her. "A picnic? Isn't it late for that? Isn't central park—" "Full of faeries. Yes, yes it is." "I was going to say muggers, actually," he said. "Though I pity the fool who would try and mug you.". "Ah, very wise of you, I commend for it," she said. "But I didn't mean central park. I was thinking the greenhouse." "Won't it be dark? It's night—" She smiled at him. "Come, I'll show you."

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[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

hello~ if it’s not too much of a bother could o request a cake? physically 5’1/2ish, w more east asian features and i have short a little over the shoulder length hair i can barely even tie TT. i like wear the whole skirts thigh highs shebang but i also really like going for the grunge/skater girl w baggy jeans and shirts type of thing too. interest wise i really like to draw!! and i’m a good singer of i do say so myself 👉👈 i’m also self diagnosed neurodivergent (possibly on the adhd spectrum) which gives me a lot of hyperfixations:(( recently it’s been animal crossing!! i don’t even have a switch to play it w but my favorite is raymond he’s so cool~ i also got into volleyball bc of my friends and ofc haikyuu and i kinda wanna be libero heh 🤸‍♀️ personality is a lil tricky for me but according to 16p (it’s not a reliable source i knOw) i’m an intp but w my friends i become indeed only chaotic <33 they always say i’m perverted and corrupting them 💔. i wouldn’t say i’m emotional but logically and psychologically wise i think i have a good depth of emotions. SCIENCE AND MAYH IS MY WEAKNESS i utterly hate science 💔 but language arts is the place where i shine ✨🧚‍♀️. sorry i’ve gone on for too long 😔👍 but i hope it’s okay~

Omgggg sorry this took so long! I took a blog beak today but now it’s late and I can’t sleep so I’m working on requestsssss. Enjoy though ❤️

🍰 for @kozuken-ma

Romantic Matchup

Nishinoya Yu

How yall met

Ya boy needed help with Literature :p

He was this 🤏 close from passing that class

But he still needed some extra help

Or else he was gonna get benched

So the teacher had recommended you along with some others as potential tutors

He had seen you around school before

And he's ngl you were one of the cuter girls at karasuno

But he's only ever talked to you like once

But compared to all of the other people the teacher suggested

You were the most familiar

So he chose you

He quickly realized that you were much more than just a pretty face

You were super smart!

And funny

And you seemed to know how to teach the subject in a way he could understand

He honestly thought he would never love another girl besides Kiyoko

But you were growing on him

So after he had raised his grade up

He continued to go to you for some extra tutoring

Half of the time he wasn't paying attention to the subject

But more to how pretty you looked today

Soon enough you caught on to how he felt

So one day when you caught him staring you said

“You know if you wanna take me out you should just ask”

Mans turned BRIGHT red

But in the end he was able to ask you out

What they love about you

This man LIVES for your style

Like one day you'll show up in your usual skirt and thigh highs

(which he loves ofc)

But then some days you'll switch it up and show up in a classic skater girl outfit

Something like this :)))))

And his jaw just goes to the FLOOR

Like wtf how did you just get even more perfect

Im convinced he has the classic skater boy style so he really loves those outfits

He loves how chaotic you are

Alright this is NISHINOYA were talking about

If your gonna date him you gotta be a little more on the wild side

He loves the havoc you guys create

And the adventures you two have together

Have the cops been called on these adventures?

Yes

Have you ran from said cops before?

Also yes

HAS NOYA EVER HAD TO SPEND THE NIGHT AT THE POLICE STATION?

Yes but we don't talk about that

He loves ALL of your drawings

Keeps every single one you give him

And he loves your singing voice

Always tells you you need to go onto the voice or some shit

“Ok Miss Arianna i see you ;))))”

“Noya i am trying to SHOWER >:(“

What you love about them

You love how he can match your energy

As stated before

And just with basic haikyuu knowledge

This is a chaotic boy were talking about

So what do you think happens when you put two chaotic people together

You guessed it. CHAOS

But it's always fun for you two

Not so much fun for anyone around tho

You love how he supports all of your interests and hobbies

I swear you could draw a triangle and this mans would be like

“Wow”

“I've never seen such a perfect triangle in my life”

“These lines? Straighter than a heterosexual relationship”

I'm dating the next davinci people”

You get the gist

But honestly you really enjoy these compliments

You like how passionate he can get about things

Perfect example would be when he and asahi got into their fight

Like our boy was MAD

But that kind of passion can also be seen in a more positive atmosphere as well

Like he gets HYPED when he get asked about an of his interests

And will talk about them for HOURS

It makes for fun conversations tho

So your not complaining

Favorite things to do together

Crackhead tings 💅

But seriously

He loves just going out and doing the most random shit with you

Late night gas station trips

Pouring instants mashed potatoes on people's yards

Blasting music while driving around

Starting a cult with the kids at your local playground

Yeah we don't talk about the last one…

Parents were not happy to see their kids chanting around a Mcdonald's sprite

Basically he just loves having fun with you

Random Hc

His grade improved a lot since he started dating you

Once you convinced him to try on one of your skirts

And lemme just say

This man SLAYED

Like wtf

When he found out you wanted to be a libero

Oh boy

He was so eager to teach youtube rolling thunder

Yeah you almost broke your neck that day…

Overall Aesthetic

Chaotic Skaterssss 🛹

Songs-

Gimmie Love (joji)

Maniac (conan gray)

White Iverson (taylor swift)

Blinding lights (the weekend)

jenny (studio killers)

#haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fandom #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu crack #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya fluff #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya headcanons #nishinoya yuu #hq nishinoya #submission

[hyper-super-clover]

Squeeze that bunny tail!

Part 2

Description: The RAD student council as well as the exchange students help out at a bar where, oops, the staff´s dress codes are those sweet bunny outfits that we all know and thirst for. The MCs, Violet and Clover, play a game of who can touch the most bunny tails over the evening without getting caught. Prepare for fluff, funny innuendos as well as my thirst over hot boys in bunny outfits.

The story is divided in several parts and will be updated every few days. Find Part 1 here.

Story continues below the cut, hope you enjoy!

Both, Violet and Clover, were fair players, so, as they weren't able to walk around in a pair the whole evening, Violet and Clover had to trust each other in counting their own points.

Their utmost priority, however, was still to help out at the bar, so they had to focus on that for most of the time. But whenever there was a chance tangible (in the most literal sense lol), their minds immediately switched back to their little competition.

Violet had already started with one point advantage, due to the squeeze she had given Beel's tail.

But the girl was up for the thrill, so it didn't take too long until she had found her next target.

Everyone's beloved angel man Simeon was on cooking duty with her and Barbatos.

While the butler was easily handling all of their tasks on his own, the other two were trying their best to actually help him instead of being in the way.

They were chopping down ingredients that Barbatos could throw into the hellfire hot pot he was preparing when it happened...

A cheeky little squeeze while Simeon was turning to grab another veggie, and Violet got her second point already.

The angel didn't seem to have noticed, as he kept talking with this precious smile on his lips.

The real danger, however, came through the door immediately after.

Glancing up from the pompom that Violet had just given a good squish, she locked eyes with Luke.

They stared at each other for a hot second, then Violet straightened up again, trying to remain composed while Luke looked like losing his shit any second.

"Ah, Luke!" Simeon interrupted his own narration. "Perfect timing!"

Violet gave a silent sarcastic laugh. No, not a perfect timing at all...

Luke was still trying to cope with the sin he had just witnessed, but now Barbatos approached him as well.

"Could I ask for your help with the special menu's 'halo donuts'?” Barbatos asked. “Simeon claimed it to be your specialty."

Now Luke was blushing at the compliment.

"U-uhm... Well, yes, I do make quite good donuts... Fine, I'll help!"

As he passed Violet, he threw her a last sceptical glance, but soon the girl could let out a relieved breath.

Getting Luke to fuss over reaching for Simeon's butt was certainly not something she needed, not so soon into the game...

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Clover was trying to gather some safe points before risking anything.

Her main goal was to get at least ONE point, to be frank.

Looking at her options for low-risk points, her heart was beating for one particular target, but her blushy excitement made it impossible to approach that gluttonous teddy bear.

So she settled on probably the easiest target of all.

Belphie's first shift consisted of... Sleeping. Like, literally. The idea was to let him nap until his energy tanks were filled enough for him to actually be useful for proper work.

Huddled over the bar, the youngest of the demon brothers seemed so vulnerable that even Clover could bring up enough courage to go for that tail.

Couldn't be that hard, right?

Well, it could.

Just as she was about the stretch out her shaking hand, someone walked right into her way and startled her completely.

As the girl gave an awkward squeal, Mammon looked at her with almost as much fright in his eyes.

"Waah, human, what are ya screamin´ at?!"

"I-I didn't... See you there..." Clover mumbled.

"I literally just passed by..." He raised an eyebrow. But seeing how her cheeks were flushed all red, a little grin curled his face. "I didn't know you'd get so excited to see me, human. I mean, I can't blame ya for being flustered at my sight, but what's all the blushing for?"

"I-I'm not flustered..." she stammered, trying to calm down.

"Come on, you can be honest", Mammon continued to tease, his ego-boosting mode fully activated. "I look damn nice in those clothes after all."

Clover shot him a glance, mustering how his vest fit him perfectly, how his shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and that he looked prrretty dang fine in shoes with heels.

"You do" she agreed.

Now Mammon was the one to flinch.

"F-for real?!" he blushed, then cleared his throat immediately. "I-I mean, thanks, I guess."

Mammon went silent for a moment, trying to calm his heart rate over the unexpected compliment.

"Want me to pose for ya?", he seemed to joke.

Clover looked at him... and sensed her chance.

"Yes please, great Mammon!" she exclaimed.

His tanned skin flushed an even darker colour, but, being the model he was, he actually did some poses for her. Now Clover didn't complain at that -- Mammon WAS a snack after all.

But after a while, she prompted him to give her a proper view of his back as well.

He seemed confused, even more so as she told him to stand still, but in the end did not seem to have noticed how Clover quickly poked his bunny tail. And while he was busy bragging about something modelling-related, Clover also turned to do the same with Belphie's tail as he was still asleep next to her.

"Thanks, Mammon!" she cheered afterwards, having scored not one, but three points at once.

With a little hop, she tackled Mammon into a quick hug before running off in a giggle.

Clover nearly bumped into Solomon while running away.

"Oh, hello... Why in such a hurry?" The sorcerer dodged her perfectly, his eyes sparkling in amusement as he mustered the clumsy girl.

"Huh? Oh, Solomon, sorry. Didn't see you there."

He laughed. "Well, I did guess that, seeing as you were focused on Mammon so intensely. The only question is... What did you do to leave him as such a blushing mess?"

"... I hugged him" Clover said, shrugging.

But seeing Solomon's expression, she felt somewhat off. Was he waiting for a different answer...?

"Well then, time to get back to work" Solomon changed the topic. "We don't want to waste time, do we? The bar opens soon."

He turned, but had yet to get moving. Instead, Solomon was taking a look around, completely exposing his bunny tail to Clover.

Which was worth three points, after all...

And it seemed like just the perfect opportunity...

"Yep, see you", Clover replied, turning around herself, leaving.

As much as she liked Solomon, this man was emitting such shady vibes that there was no getting her to touch this particular bunny tail…

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Clover had bragged to her friend about her point advantage soon after (and spoke of her concerns regarding Mr. Shady MCShady),

Which she'd later realise had been a pretty bad idea.

Maybe fueled by rivalry, maybe just because Violet had some weird kink for pompom-like things, she upped her game SO much after that. (A/N: Ok it's not a kink, I was prompted to make sure everyone knows that... (But also it's a kink believe me hehehe))

Within the next hour, Violet scored another four points.

"Asmo, Mammon, and Beel again?!" Clover cried out in disbelief when the girls found each other in the kitchen. "What's wrong with you?!"

"Hehe~" Violet laughed. "I just had some good opportunities."

Clover rolled her eyes as she was cleaning some dishes. "Yeah, great, and I've been running around with top tier difficulty peeps like Papa Luci or Solomon. Talk about unfair..."

"I meeaan... You COULD squish them..."

"Yeah, sure, and risk dying? No thanks."

"Solomon wouldn't kill you... probably."

"... I´m telling you something´s UP with that guy today, I wouldn´t be so sure of that…" Clover joked, although having shivers go down her spine.

Before they could continue this, the kitchen door flew open.

Levi was dragging a trolley full of dirty glasses along with him.

He seemed awfully pissed.

"Levi?" Violet called out. "Are you okay...?"

He threw her a glance.

"Do I think I'm okay? In a place with so many Normies?" He gave a sigh, then seemed to have remembered something. "Ah, Violet, Lucifer said he needed you in the dancing hall."

The girl gave a nod, quickly wanting to make a leave since only fools would let a person like Lucifer wait. She shot Clover a glance before leaving, gesturing her to go for Levi's tail while they were alone.

Clover instantly felt that awkward pressure back on her, but now that she got called out she had to do it.

As the demon began placing the dishes in the dishwasher, Clover slowly approached him.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"If you've got nothing better to do..." he mumbled, not looking up from his work. "Although, you'd probably do better to go out and have fun with the oth- AAAGH WHY ARE YOU SO CLOSE?!"

Clover gave an almost equal squeal as she backed away in an instant.

"I WanTeD To HeLp" she screamed.

"BUT WHY ARE SO CLOSE?!"

"DON'T SHOUT AT ME, I'M AWKWARD."

"I'M EVEN MORE AWKWARD THAN YOU ARE, IDIOT."

They stared at each other with red faces until Clover crouched down to sit on the floor, recovering from this incident.

"Wh-what are you doing there?" Levi asked.

"Sit. I like floors. It's where I belong."

The demon gave her a weird look before averted his gaze in a troubled expression.

After a little silence, he would speak up again.

"... You belong outside, not here on this stinky kitchen floor."

"Huh?"

He bit his lip sheepishly. "Serving the guests, or at the bar... Where everyone can see you."

"... Huh?" Clover seriously didn't understand what he was blushing about.

He was staring at her, searching for words, but then decided to simply poke her bunny ears.

"... Bunny maids are a clear 10/10, everyone knows that..." he mumbled.

The girl blinked, now realising he was trying to compliment her.

"Bunny butlers, too, though" she replied. "You look really good", she laughed, grabbing one flap of his jacket to play with it.

"Adasdhegagf...!!"

Yes, that is a thing Levi can say, while flushing red and bashfully covering his face.

Not able to take this compliment, he ended up on the floor as well.

"You can't just land a critical hit without a warning... I thought we were confidants...!"

"Rank six confidants", Clover nodded. "But that's only more the reason to tell you what a snack you are right now-"

"AAAAAHHH DON'T!!" he screeched, turning away from her to hide his embarrassment. "I can't deal with so much kindness..."

Clover blinked at the bunny tail right in front of her.

Target locked.

She gave it a careful squish, then snickered a little before standing up.

"But you deserve it. That's why... I'm calling a confident rank up!"

He turned his head. "R-really?! Rank seven already?!"

"Yup."

"Woah... to think I'd be such good friends with somebody one day... Thank you, Clover-chan...!"

"No, no... I have to thank you, Levia-tan."

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"You want me to select songs for the people to dance to...?"

Violet looked at the three monitors behind the DJ's table in the dancing hall.

Lucifer gave a nod. "We already added songs from Devildom artists, but we could use a little of a cultural mix" he said.

Satan walked up to Violet and Lucifer, now looking at the list of songs all together.

"We also need to add more to make the playlist last until the local closes" Lucifer continued. "I doubt that anyone will leave sober enough to remember such details, but Lord Diavolo ordered no repetitions in the playlist, so please, just help us out..."

Violet gave it some thought, not really knowing much about typical party songs. “I highly doubt my taste in hard rock will be a good representation of humanities taste in music, but... Well, that´s all I can serve with, so…” She came up with some nice picks from her own likings.

While Violet was eventually coming up with some nice tracks, in the meantime, Satan activated his pissing-off-Lucifer mode.

"Lucifer, you talk as if you'd know what a real party looks like", he mocked, referring to Lucifer's comment from before. "Have you even been to a club before?"

The oldest brother gave a huff.

"Of course I have."

"Oh? I meant on occasions other that picking up a drunk Asmo from IN FRONT OF the club."

"The answer is still a yes, thank you for clarifying."

Satan raised an eyebrow.

"Interesting", he hummed. "I can't really imagine you at a club, though... Dancing in the crowd... downing shots... or being cool in general..."

The avatar of Pride gave an annoyed sigh.

"You don't seem like a party animal either, Satan" he countered.

"Well I choose to avoid crowded places for most of the time. However, I still think I'd do better at settling in a club's atmosphere than you could."

Violet could almost feel how Lucifer's frustration piled up, even though he tried staying calm.

"Do you, huh...?" Lucifer leisurely responded.

And his outward calmness made Satan angry as well.

"You don't believe me?" the blond huffed. “Do you really think I couldn´t beat an old man at clubbing?”

Meanwhile, being in the middle of what felt like a flippin´ dance battle about to break out any moment, Violet prayed for them to stop fighting soon.

... Which didn't happen.

They kept bickering, partly because Satan talked himself into a fury and partly because Lucifer's pride was too big to admit defeat or weakness in any way.

Just when Violet had finished the playlist, Satan threw a final tantrum, leaving them with an outraged "Whatever!!" as he stomped off into another section of the dancing hall.

Lucifer pressed out a sigh, cutting through the awkward silence that had spread amongst them.

"What a troublesome child..." he mumbled.

Violet watched Satan with a worried expression, before turning to Lucifer with the same look on her face.

"... Don't worry, that is normal behaviour between Satan and me..." the male assured her. "He will get over his anger soon enough."

"And... What about you...? I feel like you are quite tense right now, yourself…" Violet asked.

"I should go and see where my help is needed now", he claimed, dodging her question.

Lucifer was gone before Violet could respond anything coherent.

Thus, giving a sigh, she decided to at least check how Satan was doing.

The avatar of Wrath was lumbering around some speakers, seeming as if he checked if everything was working as it should (despite having no idea how they were working.)

When he noticed Violet approaching, he only shot her a quick glance.

"Satan...?" The girl softly called out. "Are you okay?"

No answer.

It almost felt as if he was going to ignore her completely.

"... I don't get it” he then suddenly pressed out.

"What do you mean?" Violet took a careful step closer.

"I hate him" Satan growled.

The girl flinched, but decided not to say anything. She felt a certain frustration in his voice, and indeed, as he continued, his tone changed a little.

"He really pisses me off every time. I get angry, over nothing at all!" He clenched his fists. "And it makes me angry, his stupid face, his cocky attitude...!"

Then his shoulders fell. "... Why can't I just ignore him? I get angry, and then I get angry over getting angry. It's so...!"

Violet listened to him patiently.

"... It's so frustrating..." He mumbled.

"I can fathom..." Violet claimed, shooting him an encouraging smile as he slowly turned towards her. "But... Don't you think it's already a big step that you don't actually want to be angry?"

"... But what good is that when I do get angry after all?"

"You can't accomplish everything immediately” her expression softened even more. “What's important though is that you at least try."

Satan seemed sceptical, but in the end gave a slight nod.

"I guess... I'm sorry for bothering you."

The girl shook her head in a smile. "You´re not a bother. I´m glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me."

Shyly, she spread her arms, inviting him into a hug. A little awkward himself, he gave a little laugh before stepping close to embrace her.

"Everyone needs to vent out their anger sometimes" Violet reassured.

"... Thanks", he whispered.

As they parted, Satan turned to inspect the speakers again.

"Anyway... I think we checked through everything we needed in the dance hall. I will look over this here and then head out for my break."

"Mhm..." Violet muttered. "Sounds good..."

And there, she went for it.

A little touch - she didn't dare to do more than that.

But Satan's bunny tail had been successfully poked.

He continued to speak like nothing happened, so Violet dared to wish she had went for a whole squeeze instead.

"I should be going now", the girl said.

"Alright" Satan was still focused on inspecting the equipment, so Violet made her leave.

Unconsciously, she turned her head shortly before leaving the hall.

A shiver went down her spine, leaving her paralyzed for what felt like her last moments alive.

Satan's alarmed, slightly angered glare was cutting through the air, focussing her for a hot second before he decided to turn around again.

Hurrying out of the dance hall, dodging Solomon as he had nearly run into her, Violet quickly pulled out her phone as she had withdrawn from the scene of crime:

Violet: Clover I think Satan noticed me.

Clover: As in Senpai noticed me?

Violet: ...

Clover: :D

Violet: ... No, I squeezed his tail, but later on he was staring at me. Help.

Clover: ... So he's a three-pointer now?

Violet: I don't know but I feel like I nearly died so probably.

Clover: Lolol well that's what you get from messing with Satan. But I'll be kind and give you those two points. He did not confront you about it, after all.

"Hey, Violet!"

Violet flinched so heavily she nearly let go of her phone. Her first instinct had feared it was Satan calling her, but actually, she turned to look at somebody else.

"Lord Diavolo", she said. "Can I help you with anything?"

"I want to place the free snacks on the dining tables" he smiled. "Most of them are from the human world, so I want you to help me choose the best."

He was already going ahead, leaving Violet no room to explain that she's actually SO not a snacking person and had near to no idea how to help him.

Someone gave Diavolo keys for the storage room, and as they stepped inside, he turned on the lights.

"Woah...", Violet's mouth fell open. "That's... A lot of stuff."

"Fascinating, isn't it? You humans are so creative when it comes to food!"

He led her further inside where the snacks were stored.

Even though Violet liked him a lot, it still felt weird, being alone with the Prince of the whole flippin Devildom. You wouldn't have guessed it from Diavolo's carefree aura, but Violet was fairly overwhelmed, being able to walk alongside him so casually.

She tried her best at giving some advice as they looked through the huge collection together.

"We should go with a good mix of sweet and salty snacks" she explained. "Pretzels, chips or peanuts, together with something more delicate, gummies for example."

Diavolo beamed her a smile.

"I knew I could count on you!"

And he started grabbing things off the shelves.

Violet was helping, of course, but the storeroom was also tall as frick, so for lots of bags, she had to ask Diavolo to reach for it.

And that's when it hit her.

The currently vulnerable Diavolo, reaching for a bag of extra cheesy Tortilla chips, exposing his three-point worth bunny tail, only centimetres away from Violet's reach.

She literally only had to stretch out her hand a tiny bit.

And with the waterfall of words that Diavolo was talking, he wouldn't even notice.

It would be so easy.

But she couldn't do it.

She looked around. Between all the shelves, all the packages, back to the door they came from.

They were alone. She was sure of it.

But also, Violet had never felt more watched over than in this exact moment.

There was this presence lurking in the back of her neck, threatening her the more she tried to stretch out her arm.

Waiting for her to make one false decision...

"Extra DOUBLE cheesy?!"

Diavolo turned around, holding up a bag of Doritos. "Humans are so crazy!!"

Violet blinked at him, only now noticing that her whole body had tensed up so much it almost hurt.

"Y-yeah..."

As they walked out of the storeroom, arms full with all sorts of snacks, Violet gave a sigh. She had been so close... Only a little closer, and she…

"Should I take some of those from you?"

Violet did a little jump as she heard the voice next to her ear.

Barbatos was right beside her, smiling and tilting his head a little.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to scare you."

The way he mustered her, with his bunny ears and the bow tie around his neck, he looked so cute when he gently pulled most of the bags out of Violet's grip,

But sure as hell, today the girl learned to never pull any kind of prank on the Lord of the Devildom. Ever.

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Violet was trying to catch a breath so she allowed herself a quick time-out in the bathroom. When she stepped outside again, she saw Solomon waving her over.

"I heard you and Lord Diavolo brought snacks to display? Would you mind helping me bring them to the tables?"

She gave a nod as an answer.

"Great. Then, let's divide them into the bowls first, and then go around with one of the trays."

And so they did. There wasn't much happening, really. Not much chatting, but nothing strange either.

Just one thing...

A bunch of perfect occasions to squeeze Solomon's bunny tail. Like, every few moments, he was focussing on something, leaving a perfect opening...

Violet left this situation without gaining any more points.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obeyme #short story #obey me bunny event

[felixa2728]

Part 1/? Francois Cevert/Chloe

Helen is an angel

"I learned the song, Jackie," I came into the kitchen. Helen was sitting at the big round table and next to her was a man with big ice-blue eyes. He was incredibly handsome and my breath was taken away. "And this is my niece Chloe," Jackie introduced me and pointed at me. Those blue eyes hit me and, startled, I wanted to lean on the kitchen rail, but it seemed to have left its place and I fell into it. It must have looked funny because the man was laughing, not maliciously but genuinely amused. Helen jumped up and tried to help me up: "Are you OK Chlo?" I nodded, still a little dazed. "I'll give you a cold cloth," with a French accent, the man spoke to Jackie, a little worried, and jumped up. He handed it to me and continued to introduce himself with a very strong French accent: "I'm Francois." His eyes met mine again and our hands touched briefly. "Francois is staying for dinner! Maybe you can play him one of your piano pieces, he can play too." "Sure," I had barely listened but nodded eagerly. "Well then," Jackie pointed. I looked from his hand to him for a moment: "What? Oh, yes.Um the piano is in the living room." I set off and Francois followed me. "How old are you?" he eyed me as I walked. "Seventeen and you?", I opened the living room door and asked, "How do you know Jackie anyway?" "I'm going to ride in a team with him next year. And I'm 25," he replied as I sat down at the piano. I started the Moonlight Sonata and he asked, "Why are you staying with Jackie, so yes you are his niece..." "My mum died when I was born and my dad died in a race. Actually Helen is more involved in that than Jackie too. He's just better with boys," I interrupted him as my hands danced faster and faster over the keys. I didn't know whether he was amazed by the music or my story, but he didn't say anything more and his blue eyes seemed even bigger. "I tried to play this, but wow," so amazed at my music, he sat down next to me and waited for me to finish. He started to play Rondo alla Turca with his right hand. I grinned and took over the right while he started the left hand accompaniment. "You're the guy Jackie keeps talking about... because you drive in Formula 3," I remarked. Francois concentrated on the last part and just mumbled: "Maybe." When we finished the piece, he looked at me, nodded appreciatively and asked: "Not bad. What do you want to do later? Professionally, then." As I strummed the first notes of my favourite piece, claire de lune, I smiled: "You'll laugh at me, but I want to study engineering. "Why should I laugh? Because you're a woman?" he joined in. I shrugged and studied his eyes fixed on the piano. I lost myself for a moment and, ashamed, turned my attention back to the piano: "Claire de Lune is my favourite piece. "So I've heard. You play the other one very faithfully, but you're varying it now." No one had heard or noticed that yet, but it was true. "What about current songs?" he finished the last few moves. I shook my head: "Jackie doesn't like it when I play current songs. Francois shook his head. His fingers fumbled haphazardly for a moment, finding harmony in when a man loves a woman. I couldn't help but start singing. "Oh wow.", he stopped playing in amazement. "What?" "You sing beautifully?" he remarked with raised eyebrows. "And current songs go, too." He laughed in a way that was simply infectious. "And Jackie doesn't like it?" he shook his head in disbelief. Suddenly Paul came rushing in and called for dinner. Francois stood up and I followed him. "So you and Francois are going to tyrell next year? Can you give me a lift next week... I wanted to make some notes on the Chapman front spoilers," I dried the plates Jackie had just washed. Helen took Paul to bed with Francois. Jackie eyed me: "Have you been studying for your performance?" "Yes!" "Play it for me." I went to the piano and played Claire de lune. I didn't mess up once, but I didn't forget to play my variation. "And you want to come next week? You can't play the piece properly!", Jackie began to grumble angrily. I tried to explain that it was

only a variation, but gave up unsuccessfully. With "Yes, Jackie good night" I disappeared into my room and slammed the door behind me and locked it. There was a knock at the door. "I'm tired," I said loudly. But I saw the door knob slide up and turn slightly to the left twice. Helen was the only one who knew this trick and I sat up straight candles. My suspicions came true and Helen entered followed by Francois: "Someone here wanted to say goodbye to you! She smiled and went back into the hall. Francois looked at my walls covered with pictures of cars and pointed at them. I explained: "Helen drew my ideas and the ones I can't draw. He grinned and continued to inspect the works. Francois had unbuttoned the first button of his light blue shirt, rolled up his sleeves and was casually wearing a leather jacket in his left hand. I got up from my bed. "Don't you think your shirt doesn't match your eyes?" I eyed his outfit. He looked at me in confusion: "Oh, the lady wants to know something about fashion now too? For the first time since we started talking, I was afraid I'd said something wrong, so I added shyly, embarrassed: "I noticed it all the time, I'm sorry. "Okay, if you say so," he just laughed and began to unbutton his shirt theatrically. I was taught manners, so I turned away from him with my arms crossed. "Don't you want to see my torso?" he played a slightly hurt undertone. I realised he was playing with me and asked him straight out, "Why are you playing with me?" "you know? I think you're really nice and it was mega cool to play the piano with you," I heard him take a step towards me. "I'm looking forward to seeing you more often now. And I know you're smiling right now." He touched my shoulder briefly with his hand and I turned around. Now with his leather jacket on and closed, he waved goodbye. "See you Francois," I looked into his blue eyes one last time. He turned as he walked away: "Can you..." "Francois, you really have to go!" Jackie rushed over. I closed my eyes a little disappointedly and formed the words "I'm sorry" with my lips. Jackie hurried him out of my room and I was about to close my door when Helen came in. "Please take this with you Jackie..." "Nothing personal," I finished the sentence I'd been hearing from her for a year. I nodded and tried to suppress the sobbing that came up inside me. Helen sat down on the bed with me and put an arm around me. "Could it be that you have a little crush on Francois?" she raised her eyebrows. I looked at her amused and shook my head laughing: "Yeah, sure, he's cute and all, but come on, he's eight years older than me and can't play the Moonlight Sonata." "Your standards are..." she laughed and continued, "And you want to get married someday?" I looked at her and grinned, "Oh, you know, I wasn't really planning to." We both burst out laughing and hugged each other. "Helen pulled a very familiar blue shirt out from behind me, "Does François think differently?" I knew she wasn't serious, but I could see a little concern in her gaze. I told her about the thing with the inappropriate colour and how I had recognised very clearly that Francois was playing with me. Helen listened with interest and added: "When I took Paul to bed with him, he talked about you in a very positive way.""I see." "Is that all?" she asked. "What do you want to hear?" i asked as i took the shirt in my hands. "That I think it's wonderful that you, as an underage girl, seem to want to set me up with an eight year older super hot heartthrob french guy?" She pointed at herself with an expression of mock surprise. "I would never do anything like that." We both laughed and she clarified, "You know I'm only making fun of it to cheer you up and because I don't think you're seriously into him and if you are I'm sorry." "No, no, don't worry," I waved it off. She kissed me on the forehead and said, "Good night. I need to get some sleep." "Good night," I called after her as she walked out the door. I stood up for a moment, locked the door and fell onto the bed. Francois' shirt lay next to me and I

pulled it close. It smelled incredibly pleasant and attractive. With the shirt in my arms, thinking of François and his smell in my nose, I fell asleep.

#jackie stewart #francois cevert #fanfic #my english is terrible #Spotify

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

8. Chemistry

"Hand in your assignments and take your seats," Mr. Udaku orders clicking through his files which we all see through the projector. He pulls up a PowerPoint presentation and starts lecturing before students even sit back down properly. Personally I like that he doesn't waste time. I've already read through these chapters and watched videos about them in my own time, so this is exactly what it's meant to be for me.. a review to make sure I know it all and I do. He can actually start vlippong through faster because I've yet to take a note while people write and type like lightening trying to keep up with him.

I could take a nap in my seat if I didn't think he'd kick me out. I wish I could test out now and get it over with because I'm about to blow the hell out the curve if he does it.

After class I go to my room to review the answer sheet I earned from Mr. Stevens but first I take the test on my own to see how well I'd have done.

"I missed 6 out of 50 questions, fuck this," I gape in shock throwing the packet off my bed and rolling onto my back to rub my eyes. "I can't believe this shit." I'd have gotten a B. One question away from a 90%. I spit on a 90, I'm better than that!

Apparently not, you scored an 88, my mind echoes and I'm not happy with this, it can't fly. Not at all. I know now what I don't know and what to target and nobody better hit my phone because until I drill this into my head, nothing and no one else exists. I turn my phone completely off.

xoxo.

Arriving in Mr. Stevens' class, he isn't in the room yet which is weird because he always starts on time. I take my seat front and center like usual, adjusting the tiny legs of my ripped denim hotpants over my white bodysuit. Half the class is already there and the other half is coming in with a minute before class is supposed to start. He usually closes the door two minutes after the start of class and doesn't allow students in unless they've called him ahead of time. I had to do that once.. call him because I was busy making money with a client and it took slightly longer than I thought. More confident than ever, I turn on my laptop and sit back looking at the time. He should be here, it's time to start.

On cue, he walks in and I look him up and down. I don't know if anyone else can tell or is even paying attention, but the bottom of his black dress shirt seems ill-adjusted, read: SLOPPY, which is different for him, he's usually impeccably put together. His outfit game is still on point nonetheless. His ties are always clean. Today he's wearing a red one that looks so smooth to the touch. I'm tempted to get up and feel it. I wonder if he'd let me with all these people watching.

"Quiet down, I'm calling role. Answer when you're called," he announces sitting on the edge of the center table with his clipboard and as he runs through names, I'm running through reasons why I think he'd show up looking all rosey and disheveled. Did he not look in a mirror? Not likely. Rough time getting here? He definitely ironed. His pants are crisp. The obvious answer burning in my mind says he got laid. He's been having some sex or at least getting a blowjob from someone but who, I wonder as I stare. I sneak small glances at my peers in curiosity . My pen taps my glossy bottom lip. I'm curious to know.

"Phoebe," he calls making no eye contact as he scribbles on his clipboard. He's acting normally I see.

"Present," I mutter around the pen that sits between my teeth, still eyeing him. Everytime I see him he just looks so good. Looking him over, I'm lusting. I wish I had his dick in my mouth again. I want him to look at me one good time so I can eyefuck him real good.

He glances up every few names, mostly when someone takes too long to speak and I wait to catch his eye but he won't look.

I wonder who he had sex with and if it was a teacher or a student.

He gets through the roll and flips through the pages clipped to the clipboard as we wait to see what we're doing today.

He pouts and jots something down which is also normal for him to do, getting himself ready to lecture. Then he looks up and out to the class, taking an exhale through his mouth.

"We're gonna do things a little differently today. I'm gonna call on someone and they're gonna teach the class." Looking around briefly at the shook faces in the class, his eyes finally land on mine. "Phoebe," he volunteers with no room for dissent. I can't say I didn't expect him to do something today to get back at me for ignoring his calls, but what did he expect? I already have the test packet.

Standing, I bring my textbook to the floor where he stands and he brushes by me taking my seat and sitting back like I do with his arms crossed.

"We're all ears," he shrugs. Jokes on him though, I don't have a problem with teaching the class. It comes out of me easily. I start where my notes start on the page I'm on in my notebook.

"Ok well let's talk about Nucleoside triphosphate. A nucleoside triphosphate is a molecule containing a nitrogenous base bound to a 5-carbon sugar with three phosphate groups bound to the sugar, make sense? It's a nucleotide. Someone tell me what's a nucleotide."

"It forms DNA," a guy says.

"Ok, but say more. There's more to it than that." She starts flipping through his textbook. "Without looking in your book," I challenge. "The exam is not open book." He closes his book and shrugs. When I look to Mr. Stevens, he's staring at my thighs and offering no help. "Ok pay attention," I say looking at him and back to the student who answered. "Nucleotides form the basic structural unit of nucleic acids such as DNA. There are four different types of DNA nucleotides: adenine, thymine, guanine, and cytosine."

As I talk, I glance around the room at all my classmates. Some of them watch me. Some of them can't stand me so I see the crusted over expressions on their faces. Some of them are taking notes. I think I'm doing well.

Then I look at Mr. Stevens again. Is he sleep? He looks like he's knocked with his chin tucked. I can't believe it! Can he do that? I keep talking regardless.

"DNA is interesting, you just have to relate it to something you care about, like think of an Ancestry DNA testing clit, nucleotides play a role in DNA sequencing."

People start to snicker. At first I ignore it, but I'm wondering what's so funny.

"A what," another guy asks, smiling.

"Hm? Nucleotides play a role in DNA-"

"Before that," he smirks and now I definitely want to be clued in on what's got everyone laughing.

"What. I said DNA is interesting, think of a DNA testing kit, nucleotides-"

"That's not what you said," Mr. Stevens interrupts. "What you said was something else entirely. Something I won't repeat in this class. That's alright, have a seat."

"What did I-"

"Have a seat, Ms. Miller," he glares trading spots with me again. It's probably strange, but my peach is immediately activated making its nectar. It's because of that look, I remember that look in his office. I avert my attention in the name of staying focused. He sighs taking his seat on the corner of the table again and calming the class. "You know to say you all are in college, you act worse than kindergarteners. I can see I'll have to switch up my methods. Group assignments."

Instantly I look at Sonrisa, this Salvadorian girl I've worked with in Mr. Udaku's class. She looks at me and smiles. She actually works unlike my deskmate Ethan. I can't stand working with him on anything and I have complained to Mr. Stevens about it.

"Everyone work with the person beside you, that way this can go faster," Mr. Stevens amends glancing at me with a brief wink and I know he's done this to spite me. Given the assignment, it takes us to the end of class and I have to do it all as Ethan texts God knows who all while Mr. Stevens stares a hole into my face. I do finish early, but I'm furious.

At the end of class, he calls my name along with two others saying that he needs to speak with us. I start to cut out, but something stops me. I look at Mr. Stevens closely and how close he's standing to the first girl he's speaking with. It's a little too close and she touches his arm.

"Mr. Stevens," she grins with wine colored lips pushing her wavy brown hair behind her triple-pierced ear. "Hows that thing we talked about today?"

My ears prick up and very briefly, his eyes flicker to mine.

"We'll discuss that, but right now I need to warn you about using your phone while in my class, Ms. Zywicki, that's unacceptable. Checking it once or twice is fine, but anytime you spend class time on your phone, it's disrespectful.

"I was researching," her eyes widen defensively."

"That's what your textbook is for. If I have to tell you again."

"You didn't have anything to say about my partner, Ethan. I find that interesting," I speak up and she looks to me and back to him.

"Oh I've spoken to Mr. Hall on multiple occasions," he stares unblinking. "He's not concerned so I'm not concerned. I don't know why he bothers to come to class. Now, if you don't mind, I was speaking to Ms. Zywicki." His eyes cut back to her and it's one motion short of an eyeroll. I know he's a teacher, but teacher or no teacher, I don't do disrespect. I put my hand on my hip staring at him as he warns the girl again. Nodding, she takes up her bag and leaves. Now there's another girl with beachy brown waves who speaks to him only she's telling him that she's going to be in the hospital for surgery during exams and needs to test early.

When it's my turn, I'm the last person in the room. I cross my arms and tilt my head waiting for him to speak. I didn't call myself here.

"You were inappropriate today," he says sternly and I'm confused. What did I say? No one told me.

"How so?"

"Next time you say something inappropriate in my class, I will take disciplinary action."

"Ok, well I'll dispute it because as far as I know, you can't tell me what I said wrong."

"You know you have a habit of talking back to me. It's funny because when I want you to talk, you can't. What's up with you ignoring my calls? What did I tell you?

"Man, please," I wave dismissing him. He chuckles and I give him the stink look before he turns walking to the door and looking out. He locks it.

"You do remember right? What I told you?" His walk back is slower, more relaxed.

"Yes, and?"

"You didn't answer my call." He loosens his silk tie and my craving returns with a vengeance as I watch him. "You knew the stakes," he mutters taking it off. He wraps it around his fingers. "Bend over."

"I don't feel like it." 

Honestly, I want him to make me. Just grab me.

"Feel," he questions holding my chin. "You are an object. You exist for the amusement of your master."

Pushing his hand from my chin, I start toward the door and he grabs my hand. I glance back and he steps closer. "You will obey me per our contract keeping in mind that you haven't passed yet."

"That's true, but with the answer packet why do I need to stick to the contract?" I laugh trying to shake my hand free.

"Because I have two versions of the test on my computer with completely different questions, Ms. Miller," he says dryly. "But by all means backtrack, I don't mind switching them out." He drops my hand, putting his in his pocket and grabbing his clipboard from the table.

That changes things. I don't have a comment for that.

"What's to stop you from switching the tests anyway to spite me? How do I know you'll use the test you gave me?"

"We have a deal, Ms. Miller," he packs the clipboard into his briefcase. "A deal that you seem all too willing to break. I think we need some more conditions, what you think?"

I swallow wishing I'd kept my mouth shut and that he'd just grab me instead of talking while he's standing there looking all daddy-ish. "Whatever," I mutter.

"Whatever?" His brows raise. He nods and sits his suitcase carefully in the floor before standing and coming closer to me. I can feel my body's awareness increasing as he pierces my personal atmosphere. I look up as he gets close enough to tower over me. He's close enough for me to touch by lifting my arm. His face lowers to the left of my neck as his hand gently touches the right. I can feel his soft breathing and I close my eyes enjoying his gentle warm ghosting touch on my skin bringing me the good chills.

"You want me to grab you?" It's so seductive in my ear.

"Yes," I reply.

"You want me to be rough, don't you? You know I can do that for you."

"Do it," I dare. The air from his nearly silent laugh tickles my neck and he kisses me right there in that spot.

"But first," he steps back. "Bend that ass over the desk. This my last time telling you. I'm finna get real hostile."

"How hostile is real hostile," I tease twisting in place at the waist, hands clasped under my chin. I flutter my lashes.

"Real hostile," he whispers with a smirk. He starts a count on his fingers. "Let's see. You ignored my call, not once. Four times. You disobeyed me twice today and still haven't done what I told you. On top of that, you aren't slutty enough for me."

"I've got full thigh out." Putting out a bare leg, I show it off. "It's the same thigh, you were ogling in class. Speaking of, when does the next one come in here?"

"Like I said. You aren't slutty enough for me. I remember telling you to give me something more to look at in class. This ain't nothing but what you been doing."

"How naked do you expect me to get," I frown putting my hand back on my hip and craning my neck.

"That's another strike. You want another one," he asks and his eyes look hectic, frenzied. It's turning me on and frustrating me especially since he's not touching me and he knows how to touch me.

"I've been wondering something all class period," my head tilts. "Who were you with before you came in here?"

"Strike four. That's not your business."

"I still would love to know," I smile sweetly.

"Oh you don't wanna know that," he smirks.

"I already have an idea who it is. That girl.. who asked you asked you about something you two discussed? You're doing with her what you're doing with me?"

"Except you know what? She didn't get the answers. She got a grade changed on a test. Don't you feel special?"

"I don't compete. Anyway, I'm not sure when the next class is coming in. We should probably leave."

"Strike five. One more, come on," he urges and now I'm mildly uncomfortable. He wants me to piss him off. Well, I do know how to. I start to walk away again ignoring his lazy unfelt command for me to stop and then he gives another small and quiet laugh. "Strike 6."

I unlock the door and open it, sorry to miss out on seeing that dick again, but when I walk out it's the strangest thing. Maybe I'm really tired from studying, but it looks like I just walked in a circle. I'm re-entering the classroom and Mr. Stevens is sitting there on the desk with a smirk.

Sighing, I decide I don't need wrinkles and relax my face turning to walk out. Like I'm on acid, I seem to be hallucinating or getting turned around. He's still in front of me with this smirk. I try to leave again with no change in scenario and now I'm beginning to panic. I'm not even high.

"You're not crazy," he says beckoning me over with a curve of his finger. "You're just.. inexperienced," he nods. "Now. Get ya ass over here," he bites, but honestly fuck that because I'm tripping out. I try the door again but it disappears, like literally vanishes. "Tsk tsk tsk," he clicks with his tongue shaking his head. "Poor Gemini, is she lost?"

"What the hell is this?" I look around feeling like I'm in the Twilight Zone.

"This?" He looks around. "This is a classroom, but I'm guessing that's not what you mean."

No. It's not what I mean.

He walks closer and strokes my cheek, his fingers light in a trail under my chin.

"You must have so many questions," he mutters looking into my eyes as I look back, troubled.

"Why is it so hot all of a sudden?"

"Why is it-" he exhales in humor. "First of all..Welcome to Hell Ms. Miller."

#original #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik stevens

[non-stop-imagines]

The New Recruit

Pairing: Quentin Beck x Black!Reader

Word Count: About 3k

Summary: Quentin falls for the new Stark Industries recruit hard and fast.

Warnings: A curse word, Quentin gets mad, not sure if its a FFH spoiler or not, but if you haven't seen it, it might not click; also gets a little steamy at the end

A/N: Okay, so I wrote this in half a day after fervently thinking of the plot at 3am. I can say that this was fun to write and I'm excited to add to the still low collection of Mysterio/Quentin Beck works. Hope you guys like it. Love y'all!💖💛💖💛💖💛

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"Y/N, can you rush these documents to Frank down the hall, please?" Your supervisor asks, nose deep in her innovation, preparing it to be tested at the Stark Expo that was to take place in less than 3 hours.

"Of course. Would you like me to bring you back anything? Coffee or something?" You stand from where you sat at a workbench and take the file from her hand.

"No thank you. If you want you can get something for yourself, though." She looks up from her machine and smiles. You smile back and nod, leaving the room and being sure to close the door behind you. You begin to quickly make your way down the hallway, flipping through the pages in the file, lightly skimming them. It doesn't take long for you to reach the other scientists office, and after you hand off the files, you decide to make your way to the break room to get coffee. You pull your phone from your back pocket and begin to answer emails on it as you walk to the break room, taking small intermediate glances in front of you to be sure you wouldn't run into anyone. Unfortunately, just as you were getting ready to turn into the room, you bumped fairly hard into another person trying to make their way into the break room, making you both take a few steps back to keep from falling.

"Oh, I am so sorry. I should have been paying attention to where I was going." The guy takes a step towards you and hovers his hand over your shoulders. You look up into his fairly large bright blue eyes which displayed only concern for how you were.

"Oh, no. It was my fault I should have waited to answer these." You wave your phone and giggle a little, nervously fluffing your frohawk. "Are you going in?" You begin to reach for the door knob but the guy beats you to it.

"Yeah. Uh-here." He twists the knob and pushes it open letting you in first then following behind you. You make your way to the Keurig machine while he walks over to the vending machine in the corner. "I'm a Quentin, by the way." He turns back to you after vending a snack. You push down the top of the machine then turn back to look at him, wide eyed.

"Like, Quentin Beck? The creator of the headlining technology being showcased tonight?" You took steps towards where he sat at a table that increased in tempo with every movement forward. You sit down in the chair next to him but turn it so your able to face him.

"Yeah, that's me." He grins, cocky and flattered. He rub his stuble a bit while his ego quickly dulled as he admired your starstruck expression. The way your eyes lit up and widend, how your lips looked turned up in your wide grin, and the way you subconsciously twisted a curl from your frohawk around your finger.

"The work that your doing with augmented reality is amazing! I've been following your work for a couple of years now actually." You gush, startled when you hear the gurgle from the Keurig. You get up from your seat and make your way over to it, unnecessarily adjusting your cup.

"Well, thank you hun. I'm flattered, uh…" His face scrunches and eyebrows furrow as he tries to go back in his brain to figure out if you already told him your name.

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. Sorry, I just realized I didn't introduce myself." You turn around to lean against the counter.

"No need to be sorry." He quietly repeats your name to himself, rubbing his bottom lip. He soon stops and points at you, tilting his head, squinting his eyes and letting a small grin tug at the sides of his thin lips. "You're the new one. The one that got recruited to come to Stark Industries right after college."

"Oh, uh-yeah. A proud accomplishment of mine." You giggle and turn around to finish making your coffee, pouring in a hefty amount of creamer and sugar.

"So, how's it been, new recruit?" Quentin opens his bag of chips and pulls out a chip, eating it in one bite.

"Fine. Nothing all that great." You move over to the fridge and pull out the milk and pour some in, then finally place the top on the cup.

"Hmm… you workin on anything special?" He takes another chip than offers you one by nudging the bag towards you as you make you way back over to the table and sit. You accept the offer and grab a chip.

"No one has kept me on their team long enough for me to really work on something. I've just been passed from project to project. It's actually kinda annoying." You take a bite of the chip, eating it then chasing it with a swing of coffee. You look up to see Quentin's worried face, so you continue your words. "But I mean, I guess I'm pretty lucky to receive a position like this right out of college. It could be worse." You finish the chip and take a swing of coffee, taking another chip as Quentin tips the bag towards you again.

"You shouldn't settle though. From what I heard about you, anyone would be lucky to have you on their team." You nervously avert your eyes but smile to yourself as you eat your chip. "How about this," he lowers his head so he could make eye contact with you again. "You accompany me backstage today during the expo when Stark unveils my tech. And then after we'll talk about you joining my team." His lips grow into what seems to be his signature charming grin.

"I guess I could do that." You giggle. He just nods at your confirmation, leaving you both sitting there mesmerized by one another. At one point something told him to check his watch.

"Oh, we've been here for a while. Almost 20 minutes." He gets up from his spot, but doesn't move until you're up too. Once you guys get to the door he opens it for you, in which you nod your thanks and then he follows you out.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later. It was nice meeting you." You smile, fluffing your frohawk again.

"It was nice meeting you, too." He nods, then turns to walk away but abruptly stops and turns back around. "And, uh, I'll meet you at the backstage entrance, okay?" You nod your confirmation, allowing him to turn back around to head to his office. You nod once more to yourself then turn on your heels to quickly make it back to your supervisor's office.

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You move as quick as you possibly could in your simple black heels and surprisingly tight black skinny jeans to the backstage door, quietly opening it and looking around for Quentin.

"Hey," his sudden whisper startled you, causing you to let go of the door to cover your mouth, but then quickly recover in order to grab the door in time to quietly guide it shut. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" He whispers, trying not to laugh loud. All you could do was quietly chuckle with him. He looks you up and down loving how your mandatory all black outfit looked on your, you heels and jeans and you flowy chiffon blouse.

"It's fine. I'm just naturally very jumpy." You quietly giggle. You let your eyes roam up and down him once, first appreciating the way he looked in his black turtleneck, then chuckling a bit at how the size and color of his eyes makes them seem as though they glow in the dark.

"Come on, he just started." Quentin grabs your hand and pulls you over to stage right. He makes sure that you have a good view of the stage, grasping your hand a bit tighter in excitement as you two get settled. Your eyes flash between the stage and Quetin as the presentation presses on. You watch as a Tony walks across the stage, appearance altered by the device. Once everything disappears, he goes on to explain the therapeutic implications the device could be used for, which causes Quentin's grip to tighten. More time goes by and Tony soon gets to the title he decided to give the device: Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing, more easily known as B.A.R.F. This causes Quentin's grip to tighten even more, and you receive sudden pull once the laughs and applause began.

"Quentin…" you strain to whisper, pain starting to shoot through your hand.

"Are you hungry?" The way he asked was stern but caring as he lightened his grip when he began to feel you wiggling your fingers to gain back feeling.

"Uhh- I guess-" You were pulled again out the backstage door to the hallway. "Okay, I dare you to pull me again."

"Oh, I-I'm sorry. Um, let's go get something to eat." His eyes seemed darker and he is obviously flustered.

"Ok. I just need to go get my things." You turn to go, but are stopped by Quentin's hand on your wrist.

"Thank you." Was all he could muster. You grin and nod the go to get your things.

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"I just can't believe this technology that I have devoted the past two and a half years to perfect has basically been showcased as a play thing. And he FUCKING NAMES IT BARF, REALLY!!!" Quentin slams his hand down on the table, making you and the few people that still sat in the diner jump. You reach for his hand, grasping it with both of your hands and begin to rub his fingers. You can feel his hand physically lose tension as he continues. "He made a mockery of my work, Y/N." His head was lowered on the table right in front of his plate of food so his words were muffled but still audible.

"I mean, sure. B.A.R.F was a bit much, but what Tony wants to do with the tech is actually quite remarkable." You continue to rub. "Using it as a therapeutic device would allow people to go back in their mind and attempt to face their trauma head on if they wanted to." You finally remove your hands from his, adjust your blouse, and pick up a couple of fries to dip in your dipping sauce and eat.

"Well when you put it that way…" He groans and rubs his eyebrows, then grasps his BLT to take a bite. "I guess it's just… in the abstract of the research I had to do, it clearly states the intended purpose-"

"The purpose was just altered in a way that seemed to better suit the device in Tony's eyes." You dip a chicken strip in your ranch, taking a bite and giving yourself time to think. "Listen, from what is shown about Tony, I can tell that he can be an ass sometimes, but I know there's some good in him somewhere. Maybe this was a first step towards that better Tony or something." You shrug and take a sip of your lemonade. Quentin just looks down, purses his lips, and hums, then takes another bite of his sandwich. After a moment, he looks back up at you, grinning and bright blue eyes sparkling.

"How did you do that?" He chuckles.

"Do what?" You wipe your hands with a napkin and reach up to play with your hair a bit.

"Calm me down so fast. I'm typically a hot head." He furrows and lifts his eyebrows as his charming grin morphs to a questioning one.

"Oh, I have a naturally calm disposition, I guess." You say confidently, over exaggerating your facial expression and puffing out your chest, but jumping at the sound of the front door bell as someone enters. Quentin tries to bite back his laugh but couldn't do it and bursts out laughing, and you couldn't help but join in.

"Sure you do, hun." You heart skips at his pet name for you as you finish laughing. You pull your phone from your pocket and check the time. It was close to midnight. Quentin does the same and check the time on his watch. "Oh, it's almost midnight. Umm… I guess, you know if you don't mind, once we're done eating, I could walk you home." He shrugs and avoids eye contact, pursing his lips again, and grabbing a few fries to eat. You think for a moment, realizing that you still only met him today. You examine his body language, realizing that he's preparing for your rejection which you still consider. After a minute of pondering you decide to go against your better judgment.

"I guess that wouldn't be too bad." You giggle, finishing a chicken strip as Quentin looks back up at you.

"Great." He responds quickly, giving you a bright smile.

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You and Quentin walk out the elevator down the hall to your apartment hand in hand. You were practically skipping, swinging his arm with yours with each bound as he watches you, grinning at you like you were the moon and stars. You do this until you get to your door.

"Welp, this is my place," You turn to face him, but keep your grip on his hand.

"Thank you again, I probably would be in a bigger funk if you weren't there to calm me." He pulls you closer to him and then brings his arms around your torso, your first instinct to this motion was to bring your hands to his chest.

"Well, I'm glad I could help." You voice ended in a whisper as you looked deeper into his eyes. You guys maintain the closeness for a while, wishing you could stay like this forever, but knowing you couldn't. Quentin takes and extra moment to bring his face to your hair, inhaling.

"I should go." He mumbles, pulling you closer.

"I guess." You breath, closing your eyes as you feel his lips connect with your forehead. Once the feeling is lost you look up at him, backing away as he did, holding hands for a moment then fully pulling away.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow." He turns and slowly walks toward the elevator, but turns back around. "And we'll see if we can get that team change." There was that charming smile once again slowly disappearing as he turns toward the elevator again. You watched him, not wanting to leave. You thought quick, thumbing through ideas until-

"Quentin!" You call after him. He swiftly turns back around but stays where he stood down the hall. "I-uh-there's -um- something that I need your help moving. In my apartment." Your heart rate increased with every step he took back toward you, so you combat it by taking deep breaths.

"I guess I should help you then, huh?" The mischievous glint that appeared in his eye hypnotized you, but you visibly shook yourself out of it and turned to unlock the door, earning a low chuckle from him. You open the door and step inside, feeling Quentin close behind you. You hear the door close behind him and, after taking one last deep breath, you turn to look at him, fiddling with you bag's strap. You watch as his eyes lead from your shoulder to the floor, subliminally signaling you to drop you bag. You do so and then fiddle with your fingers.

Quentin's eyes darken again, but this time they seemed lust filled as he licks his lips, loving the way your brown skin looked under the light of the dull, lone lamp. Not even a moment later, he pulls you in by your belt loops and dips down his head to capture your lips. The pace of the kiss quickened immediately, the lustful tension that grew between you two finally being released. You pull him closer to you by placing an arm around his neck, lacing your hand through his hair as your other hand perched on his jaw, thumb running over his stubble. He moves his hand, running them up your shirt, loving the feeling of your bare skin on his hands. The kiss deepens as the battle between tongues begin, but you were no match for his as he dominated the entire time. You did attempt to take control by pushing him back into the door, removing your hand from his jaw to up his shirt, stepping forward a little so his thigh was in-between your legs. He pulls away leaving both of you panting.

"Honey, honey, wait. Are you sure you want to do this? Cause if we start this, there is a very small chance that we'll stop." He was out of breath, but his cocky smirk still held a great amount of power. You watched his face as his expression softened, waiting for your answer. You reach up and cup his face with both hands, pulling his face down and placing a deep kiss on his lips. He syncs the movement of his lips with your and brings his hands back down to your hips. The kiss stayed lustful, even with the absence of tongue, until you finally pulled away.

"I guess you're right again, Beck." You, stroke his cheek one more time then back away, pulling your phone from your back pocket. "Here. Put your number in." You hand him the phone then turn around to place you bag next to the table you see upon entering your place. You turn back around and receive your phone from him, looking at the new contact on your phone then up at him. "I'll text you my current supervisor's email so we can get the team switch situated." You voice was cocky as you stepped closer to him.

"Y/N, you really are something." He smirks, then bends down to give you one last deep kiss. He pulls away and reaches back to open the door. "I'll see you tomorrow." He grins, eyes smiling more than he was.

"See ya tomorrow." You grin back, biting back the wide smile you wanted to show. He waves one last time the turns to get to the elevator. You close your door and press your back against it, sliding down to the ground and dreamily sighing.

#black reader #marvel imagine #marvel #spiderman: ffh #spiderman: far from home #quentin beck #quentin beck x reader #quentin beck x black reader #mysterio x reader #mysterio x black reader #mysterio #quentin beck imagine #mysterio imagine

[bagels-and-seagulls]

Ok, I found your gifs for different AUs, that I've missed for some reason. And now I'm very curious about nervous hot jock David one. Can you maybe write about his insecurities? Cause he's so confident all the time, and you said it was his defense mechanism. I would love to learn more about this side of him.

bad boy matteo + hot jock david :))))

-the first time he sees him, he’s leaving the football field, kicking the ball between his feet and thinking about how he should have been able to score that second goal, if only he’d kicked a little to the left, if only he’d been a little bit faster, if only he’d hit it a little harder, if only- his thoughts come to a standstill when he sees a boy with messy hair and a patterned sweater looking right at him, looking right through him it feels like. david tilts his head. the boy looks away. david thinks it’s a shame. 

-david’s in the library the next time he sees him, the boy. he’s been staring at the same sentence in his book for the last five minutes trying to wrap his head around the words ontological and spatial variance without much success in figuring out either of them, and he’s gotta figure this out in the next hour because he’s still got that paper to write for literature, and his professor told him he had some good ideas if he just expanded on them, but david can’t figure out what the fuck ontological means in this context, and he’s already googled it twice, and- the boy he had thought about one too many times since that day on the field slides right up to the table he was at and asks if he can sit with him. there’s a lot of people in here, the boy says with a shrug, and david is grateful for the distraction at the same time he wonders where a boy like him could possible come from, looking like that. be my guest, he says with a little bit of a smile, or maybe a smirk, and points to the chair in front of him. i’m matteo, the boy says, and david repeats it just to feel the weight on his tongue. david, he says back and holds out his hand. nice to meet you, matteo says and shakes it. 

-they chat, casually, and david tries not to say too much more than what’s written right on his face, too interested in figuring out what matteo could come up with to make him laugh into his hand, trying to be quiet in the library, just to see a little satisfied smile spread across matteo’s face. i have to get going. i have a meeting across the way, david says as he scoops up his things slowly. yeah, alright, matteo says with a little nod. i’ll see you around, david says and means it. 

-they run into each other, in the hallway, in a cafe, out behind the science building, and david always smirks, just a little, because he knows the way it makes him look and says hi with a little wave of his fingers that is forcefully casual and light, and matteo always cutely stutters out a response, making david want to reach out and just grab his hand or something equally too revealing. 

-david always turns away before matteo can see him blush. 

-he’s at a house party that he was invited to by one of his teammates, but he didn’t really want to go. he’d rather just stay in curled on the couch, shoving his face full of ice cream and watching a movie that was bad enough to make his fellow film students gasp in horror. but he doesn’t, do any of that. he puts on his usual party outfit, something simple, and tight, and classic, and suffocating all at once and makes his way to the party, breathing in slow through his nose, and slapping on a smile before he walks into the door, forcing his way through conversations that didn’t really interest him and come-on’s that interested him even less, hoping for a way out the entire time but knowing he probably wasn’t going to get one. 

-he catches matteo’s eye from across the room, and matteo looks a little bit stunned to see him there. and david feels a little bit shocked to see him in something that wasn’t a sweater that was three sizes too big. it made him feel a little bit like he needed a drink, and he looks away with the first smile of the night that didn’t feel like fish hooks were stuck in the sides of his mouth, forcing the corners up, because now something a little bit exciting might actually happen. 

-he meets him out on the balcony and feels his heart thumping loudly in his ears as he tilts his head and tells matteo he looks good, just to see if matteo would blush and look down at the ground, biting his lip. he tries to swallow down the panic rising up in his throat in the split second between when david tells matteo to give him his phone with a little bit of a cocky uptick to his voice, trying to fake his way through the taste of bile in the back of his throat, and when matteo blinks at him slow, thinking oh god what if i read this all wrong what if he isn’t interested what if he’s not gay what if i screwed this up oh god what if i fucked up what if, before matteo hands his phone over with his cheeks a little rosy. 

-david tells himself that it’s stupid to watch his phone all night, waiting for some boy’s text like he was some teenager in an american romcom, but yet he does it anyways, jumping up just a little bit every time he gets a notification and ignoring the way he feels just a little disappointed that it wasn’t matteo each time. 

-matteo texts him at two in the morning, and david smiles at the ceiling the rest of the night, feeling a little ridiculous and a little floaty all at once. 

-someone from his theater group sees matteo smiling at him from across the room and goes in to pull david close and tell him he better watch out, that don’t you know what that guy does, don’t you know who that is?, and david just scoffs and walks away with something a little bit harsh in his jaw, feeling a little light headed as he walks up to greet matteo, standing a little too close for matteo not to read his intentions in the lines of his shoulders. 

-matteo makes him nervous, more nervous than anyone has ever made him feel, more nervous than staring down a goalie during the only penalty kick of the match, more anxious than those couple of minutes that the entire class was watching his newest film, more twitchy than the small talk he makes with people who are staring at him a little dreamy eyed like he was someone they should pay attention to. he never really feels like that, like someone to be noticed. he just hopes he lives up to expectations, even though he’s always falling a little bit flat. he plays it up though, plays it up just fine. he always was a pretty good actor, that he’ll admit. 

-matteo makes him nervous in the way that he doesn’t feel nervous at all, that he doesn’t feel the need to say everything perfectly, or run the fastest, or be the most put together, or make his lines perfectly straight. matteo makes him feel noticed for real, and that- that makes something wring up in his gut and make him want to force a smile and frown all at the same time, if only because matteo looks a little bit worried whenever the grin doesn’t reach his eyes. 

#everyone's a little bit insecure sometimes #david is no exception #he's a nervous boy too #i might add mroe to this one day #time will tell #davenzi #bad boy matteo and hot jock david #my writing

[my-keyboard-did-it-not-me]

The Storm That's Brewing

Summary: morning in Spain, breakfast

Warnings: food/eating

(first, previous and next chapter links at end)

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Chapter 9- A Morning Of Chocolate, Charging And Charming

Waking up was always hell, Virgil thought. Waking up to the smell of burning chocolate, and the sound of faint cussing from another room, though? Virgil wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Of course he was mad about waking up, and if it were up to him he'd nestle back under the covers and sleep for another week, but he was already on his feet before the thought crossed his mind.

Out of habit he checked his phone before anything else: one message from Patton, reading 'Okay! See you tonight!' followed by a heart, cat, and tea emoji. He replied a simple 'ok' emoji and shut off his phone. Then he did what his instincts told him and followed the chocolate.

Stepping out into the hallway, Virgil pondered over why he wasn't completely freaking out right now. For once, he had plenty of reason to: he'd just discovered that his roommate could teleport, meaning that he and Patton weren't the only superpowered ones out there and there could be countless others, that his life was probably going to get a lot more complicated very quickly, and also that he was in Spain. He was sure a breakdown was inevitable. Yet, walking barefoot towards a stranger's kitchen, in a stranger's house, in borrowed clothes, he felt completely fine. Probably because of shock. Or denial. Either way, he preferred it to stressing.

As he neared the kitchen, the cursing stopped, and he noticed quiet music playing from Roman's phone on the table. Behind, Roman stood, frantically jumping between the tasks of mixing bowls, setting the table and presumably not burning the place down.

Roman hadn't noticed Virgil sit down at the table, until he went to place a cup next to him and jumped out of his skin.

"Heckedy heck! Five abs and a peck! Warn a guy before you sneak up on them."

Virgil laughed. He'd never seen Roman so disgruntled before- dressed in sweats and an oversized Disney tee, hair unbrushed and face bare, discounting the line of flour he had across his cheek. Virgil rarely caught Roman in the mornings before either of them left for work, or for social purposes in Roman's case. He liked plain Roman- he seemed less like an annoying preening peacock, and more like an annoying, cute robin. Not like Virgil had any issues with Roman looking dressed up though, both were very pleasant sights.

"Well that's... An image. But yeah, good morning to you too Princey." He said, aiming for sarcastic, but just sounding tired (which he was). He glanced behind Roman, where he could see smoke. "Uh, something's burning."

Roman quickly turned the oven off, scowling into the previously smouldering bowl. He placed it, as well as another onto the table.

Virgil peered into one of the bowls and saw a mass of clumpy, charred chocolate. He bit his lip. "This looks... Good?"

Roman sighed and flopped into the seat opposite Virgil. "I know, I know. It's burnt. It's inedible. It's unsalvageable." He draped an arm across his head. "You've found my weakness- it's chocolate."

Virgil laughed under his breath. "What were you even trying to do? Burn the house down?"

Roman titled the other bowl for Virgil to see; inside were a load of piped, yellow-y shapes.

"Churros?"

Roman nodded solemnly.

"Why is this one shaped like a deformed dinosaur?"

"I was trying to make some Mickey mouse shaped."

Virgil tried to hide his smile. <i>Of course <i/>he was. "Alright well the chocolate is salvagable. Did you make the sugar dip thingy?"

Roman perked up. "I was just about to but..." He poked the chocolate lump with a spoon. "Really?"

Virgil stood, "Is there a kettle?"

"Why, of course!"

Roman outstretched his hand and, with a slight pop, a kettle appeared.

"Dude. How do you do that?"

"I don't know, I just-" He looked suspiciously up at Virgil, "I usually can't do it with people watching."

Virgil raised an eyebrow.

"Here." Roman handed Virgil the kettle.

Virgil placed it underneath the tap and filled it. A silence fell over the cabin. Virgil realised that he and Roman hadn't actually ever spent that much time together since their first day in the apartment. He reckoned, now that some new secrets had come to light, that was going to change. Was that a bad thing?

Once the kettle was almost boiling on the stove, and Roman had (manually) found a spare bowl and several types of sugars, Roman tried to initiate a conversation. Unfortunately, it wasn't one that Virgil wanted to have so early in the- morning? Afternoon? What timezone should he even go by?

"So uh... Do you just do lightning or are you like Storm?" Roman tried.

Virgil glared at him.

Roman summoned a white flag into his hand. "Alright, alright, Lightning McQueer, we'll talk about it later."

Virgil narrowed his eyes. Did he hear Roman correctly? He huffed out a small laugh despite his best efforts not to.

Roman beamed. "Virgil smiling within an hour of waking up? What magic is this? "It's straight out of a fairytale."

Virgil shook his head. "Yeah right, as who, the villain? The evil witch?"

Roman gasped. "Of course not! You are clearly the princess. The damsel in distress." He lifted Virgil's hand and tried to spin him.

"I have a kettle full of boiling water in my hand, you dolt!"

Virgil gently pushed Roman away, careful not to

Roman chuckled. "You certainly have the distressed part of damsel in distress going on."

"Dream on Princey." Virgil poured some water into the closest mug. He looked around for a second, then at Roman, "Spoon?"

"Me?"

"Do you have a tea spoon?" Virgil asked impatiently.

Roman smirked and handed Virgil a spoon he'd gotten from seamingly nowhere. Was he creating them or bringing it from another place? If so, where? Virgil would've asked if he hadn't already waved away Roman's question about his lighting/Storm powers.

Virgil muttered a "thank you" and poured a spoonful of boiling water in the charred chocolate and began mixing.

Roman quietly mixed some sugar and then began to reheat whatever oil he'd been using to cook the churros.

It didn't take too long for Virgil to revive the chocolate.

"How did you save it?" Roman asked incredulously. He placed a plate of freshly cooked churros, and a bowl of mixed sugars, in the centre of the table. He tried to pick up one of the churros but dropped it, blowing one his fingers to try cool them down.

Virgil grabbed Roman's dropped churro. He dipped it in the sugar and stirred it idly in the chocolate.

"If you somehow hadn't noticed, Patton likes to bake cookies, like, all the time."

"Uh-huh."

"Well he doesn't like to read recipes and we both get distracted pretty easily- plus, neither of us have any sense of time- so we've burnt a lot of chocolate. And we did this one time at the apartment and Logan came out of his room for once and got all Lecture Mode and told us that when you burn it you basically remove loads of moisture or whatever so you just re-moisturize it." Virgil took a bit of the churro then reconsidered his words. "That sounds weird. But... Yeah."

"I guess the know-it-all does know some useful facts after all. Let the record show, I always had full faith in him."

"You just called him a know-it-all."

"Unimportant." Roman said, dismissing the statement with a wave of his hand. He reached for a churro but they were still steaming hot. It was possible he'd overheated the oil a bit.

To Roman's surprise, Virgil grabbed and ate another churro without issue.

"How are you not burning yourself? These churros are hotter than Hades' hair."

"They're not that hot." Virgil shrugged.

"Virgil, they're steaming hot." He poked one. "Like me but in a less fun way."

Virgil suppressed a laugh. "Drama queen."

"Emo nightmare." Roman retorted.

Virgil began to think of a witty reply but found that 'emo nightmare' was really more of a compliment. He instead replied, "Thank you."

Roman summoned a fork and stabbed a churro. He did his best to fully cover it in sugar and chocolate without dropping it and, somehow, did so successfully. It was a truly heathenly way to eat a churro, he knew, but he was hungry.

After several churros (which never seemed to cool down, by the way), Virgil finally worked up the courage to ask, "So... When are we going back to America?"

Roman wiped some chocolate off of his chin. "What's the rush? Do you have work? A date? Some emo band concert tickets?"

"Ha-ha." Virgil deadpanned. "But no. No plans. Just... You know... America?" <i>Smooth.<i/>

"Alright, My-Chemically-Imbalanced-Romance, as you wish. How about I escort you home after we both get ready?"

"Both get ready? God, we're never leaving." Virgil sniped.

"Ha-ha. I don't take that long to get ready-"

"You're the reason Logan made morning bathroom schedules."

"-<i>But<i/> I have no plans today so I have no need for makeup. Just a quick shower. I'll use the en suite in the main bedroom if you want to use the main; I know you prefer to shower at night but since you were a little busy last night..."

<i>'A little busy' was an understatement,<i/> Virgil thought, but he agreed.

-

Despite Roman's promise to be quick, Virgil was ready a whole half an hour before Roman, who sauntered in at 5:30pm (Spanish time, which Virgil didn't know how to convert to his normal time), a whole hour after breakfast.

"Dude."

"Alright, it took a smidge longer than I'd previously anticipated- outfits and all- but I'm here now. You ready to go?"

Virgil ended his conversation with Patton, who'd been texting him from work, and slipped his phone is his hoodie pocket. He stood up. Roman walked over and took him by his hands. "What are you doing?"

"We need to be touching, apparently."

Virgil recoiled. "Apparently?"

Roman laughed nervously. "I've never teleported with someone else with me."

Virgil sighed and offered Roman his hands, "Great."

Roman accepted. He held Virgil's hands tightly, which sent sparks up and down his spine (possibly literally, it was hard to tellwith him) and closed his eyes for a second, then let go. He proposed, "Why don't we for a walk first? There truly are some splendid views around here."

"Roman."

"It must be almost sunset, very picturesque-"

"Roman."

Roman collapsed onto the couch. "It didn't work."

"What do you mean 'It didn't work'?"

"I tried to take us back to the apartment, back to my room, your room, behind the apartment, backstage at the Mind Palace... Nada."

"Why?"

"I can't do it when people are watching," Virgil raised his eyebrows. "Or cameras. I guess somebody's home."

"You don't say."

"No need to fret, though, we can try again a bit later. Somewhere's got to be empty eventually."

Virgil flopped down onto the couch next to him.

"Actually," Roman turned to Virgil, "I have another solution. May take a while though. Need to send a few texts. Want to go for a walk?"

Virgil bit his lip. He hated having no control. "Okay."

"Curses, my phone's dead. Please spare me a second."

"Give it here." Virgil said, already regretting it.

Roman handed over his phone with very little hesitation. Virgil's phone was his lifeline; he doubted he could hand it over as easily as Roman had.

Virgil placed the phone between both of his palms, like a sandwich. He glanced towards Roman then back at the phone. Energy coursed through his hands, like constant static shock, although a lot less painful. He watched as the minute switched over to 17:29, and as the battery percentage steadily increased. He stopped at 20%, which took a minute, as it was 17:30 when he was done, although Virgil hadn't noticed the time passing, too focused on his task.

He could've charges the phone up fully, or a little faster but if he'd learnt anything from the seven phone batteries he'd killed within a week, it was best to take it slowly. The last thing he wanted was to ruin Roman's nice phone.

"There." Virgil handed the phone back to Roman.

Roman desperately wanted to pepper Virgil with questions about his (awesome) powers, but he'd been raised a polite gentleman and opted to only thank Virgil, no questions asked. He knew both of them were equally curious of the other's abilities, but perhaps it wasn't the right time. He'd let Virgil ask the first question.

Roman sent a series of texts and received a response almost instantly. It was technically part of her job.

Plans were made- which Virgil knew not of, for no reason other than that he didn't ask, and this wasn't something Roman paticularly wanted to be known- for an hour's time. That left plenty of time for a nice walk, and hopefully an enlightening chat, Roman thought.

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Taglist: *insert audio of the zoe 101 oOh*

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Chapter 10: in progress

#the Storm That's Brewing #tstb #tstb chapter 9 #i finished it like 10 mins ago so i cant spam your dadhboard for a while dw #virgil sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides

[perelka-l]

Sorry for pestering again, but I've been holding on to this question for a long time: why do you like XANAWill?

oh anon

Ok so for starters - William in general wasn’t a very interesting character for me in gen 2/3. He was cocky, abusive towards Yumi and inserted into plot for sake of drama between Yumi and Ulrich who already had enough problems with their can’t-spit-it-out mechanics. 

But then boy got possessed by XANA. And this is where it gets interesting. What made William was his attitude, his personality, his cockiness and ignorance and XANA used it perfectly for his own goals. XANA needed a warrior, who’s better than this new boy that barely knows what he’s doing?

(Also, he’s wearing an outfit reminiscent of Mister Puck’s one so rule of symbolism applies - he was supposed to be protecting Aelita but instead got hunted down by a big bad wolf- ermmm, squid.) 

XANA stole half of year of life from William, trying to turn him against Lyoko gang and using him as his tool, extension of its will. Over and over he was used to battle the gang, to throw Aelita into Digital Sea, to - in the end - kill Franz Hopper. Even without powers bestowed to him by XANA he’s been used to shatter Lyoko Core - and XANA could just as well abandon him in the Digital Seas but XANA knows a useful too when it sees one. Remember that moment in S3 finale, the last time we saw William? It was when XANA engraved its eye on his torso, XANA recreated digital William how it see fit. He became its tool.

Worth noting that despite what many may suspect, it wasn’t XANA that directly possessed William. Just in case it wasn’t clear.

William did manage at one point to break from XANA’s control in Le lac. Briefly, but he’s like the only person that did that. What makes it a bit more interesting is that William is the only Warrior who doesn’t have Supercomputer-induced XANA-resistance, as seen in Finale of Season 4, in Fight to the Finish.

This Finale in general is where it gets fun. In Sueurs froides XANA makes a slip and teleports William to Siberia thus giving Aelita and Jeremie a chance to figure out how to make him return. And this is when XANA whips out THE MOTHERFUCKING KOLOSSUS. It can be clearly seen as act of anger, rage (XANA becoming more and more controlled by emotions is another topic but for that I’d need to rewatch entire series please I have no time for that…..) and realization of own mistakes. I think this one action is very, very telling how much XANA is possessive of William. The fact that William got repossessed in Fight to the Finish was most likely mostly dictated by necessity but it’s rather nice (Nevemind how hard then XANA!Will proceeds to beat everyone up. Yumi and Ulrich get bloody obliterated in the process.)

Then there is also the fact that Gang rejects him after possession. As much as it was his fault that he got possessed, that he didn’t listen to Aelita, it wasn’t his fault that it was his body used to attempt murder on Franz Hopper, to abuse Aelita (XANA!Will wasn’t battling Aelita, truly. It was way too visceral for me to call it that, there was too much enjoyment put in making her hurt). William is effectively stuck in one place after that.

As much as I am not big fan of Evolution there are snippets in it that give much bigger picture to relationship between those two. 

William stated in the end that he never remembered a thing from his time of possession but one could say either he’s lying or that he’s just slowly remembering things. First it’s small details - in one of episodes he’s seen reading a book Sommeil de mort which apparently is about a man in a coma. Telling enough, but that’s just a start. 

In Mutiny though? XANA attacks him directly with a Scyphosoa. And William Loses His Shit. He does something that no other Warrior did - use weapon against himself. Usually if they ever tried to devirtualize they used each other (remember how much of a big deal it was when it happened the first time?). But here William is desperate, he’s scared, he’s terrified. Of what? Of what he never knew what happened, of something beyond his understanding taking, again, control over him?

And then we have Les sans-codes. Oh baby. This is when things get wild. Yes I know it happened before Mutiny but at the same time it gives viewers who didn’t watch S4 few explanations ok it makes sense scenario-wise. 

XANA!Will in this particular episodes plays on William, manages to use only words to play on his feelings and turn him against Yumi. Let that sink in. And you know what? You can see that segment here, subbed a bit and all. 

The way XANA!Will resorts to almost exclusively physical attacks. “I was getting bored here without you”. The way XANA plays on William’s feelings of being rejected while at the same time both know full well that XANA is, well, bad, for William - “Once again she’s abandoning you”. 

At the same time there is something lovely about the way William is defeating XANA!Will here with attack that so far he could use only under XANA’s control….

On a side note there is a certain detail I like a lot: his sword after possession resembles a bit the way towers in Lyoko are connected to Sector 5. I like the subtle nudge at XANA’s nature, it’s first uncorrupted purpose here…

Yeah I think that’s that. I probs missed out a lot of details I now forgot but eh. That’s what comes to my mind with a bit of support of episodes list.

#xanawill #answers #anon #ITS LONG #Anonymous

[existentialstatesofmind]

Never A Dull Morning

Clare: didn't let boys see her undergarments. Even though she'd starting buying more interesting bras and panties last year, it was for herself not them. Of course Dakota hadn't actually done anything wrong. "It's just private." She explained. "Thank you for understanding." Her cheeks were still pink as she got dressed. Clare wasn't going to explain her weird logic in front of Emi. How she could go without wearing a bra in front of him but wasn't ready for him to see it. Clare was a little shocked after she succesfully beat up Bren. She'd learned how to do that after the whole Fitz threatening her and Eli with a knife incident because it was important to be able to defend herself. Had she gone too far? Bren hadn't actually touched her. Emi was here though and she needed to know it wasn't okay for boys to talk to girls like that even ones who weren't strangers. (Although to Clare, Bren was.) Bren didn't get a free pass. Especially after behaving like that in front of a five year old! He should be ashamed of himself! Besides Clare knew she couldn't hurt Bren badly, she didn't know how to do more than (hopefully) get him to leave her alone from now on. She stepped outside with Kota and slowly breathed in and out trying to calm down. "Is he always like that?" Clare asked. "No problem. I don't want to confuse her. Foreign languages aren't easy for me. I always want to pronounce words exactly how they are written. But in Spanish a J is prounced like an H, in Russian an I is pronounced like an E. So on and so forth. I guess that's why I like French, it's the same alaphabet as English so it's slightly less confusing for me. The difference is the French use diacritics." Clare shrugged. She didn't give up easily and at least she had been right about how to say sushi after all. She felt better by the time they went back inside. Clare smiled at Ash and Emi. "Emi did a good job. He's still down." She knew that wouldn't last much longer so she gladly escaped to the living room with Kota and Emi. Clare sat down on the couch. She bit her lip when Emi asked about purity rings. This was part of the reason why she felt like it was necessary to shut Bren up. Emi didn't need to hear about anything that pretained to sex. Of course she had questions now. Kota was lucky she only asked that one and didn't seem to care that he didn't give her a real answer. Clare winced soon as she heard the name Jenna. Maybe it was a different Jenna? No, soon as Kota got to the part about her trashy short shorts and her purposedly bending over (so everyone could see her buttcrack), Clare knew Dakota was referring to the her former friend. Who stole K.C from her using that exact tactic. He wasn't worth keeping and neither was Jenna's friendship. "I didn't know big mouth already told you all of that before we started hanging out." Clare said softly. "I guess she's still bragging about it. She's been trying to get with every guy since K.C got sick of her. Alli's brother, Sav, turned her down too. She's going to get the baby taken away from her because she won't stay home with him and there's no one else to watch him. I'd feel bad for Jenna but Owen threw my best friend Adam through a glass door for being transgender so...if that's who she wants to be with her baby deserves better." She squeezed Dakota's hand as he confessed to Kelly about his false reputation. Clare knew people might get the wrong idea when they found out she was dating Dakota especially if someone learned about their sleepover(s) but she didn't care. Anyone who mattered wouldn't believe a rumor over the truth. If Jesus Club did to her what they did to her sister, she didn't need to be part of it. However, she hoped they'd changed along with their name. Clare smiled back at him and chuckled because she'd always been able to take care of herself and now she could stand up for herself too. Well, by doing more than slapping boys and making a scene by yelling at them. The other girls at school needed to learn how too instead of relying on Kota to play superman. "I like you just the way you are even if you're reckless. There are some situations you can't get out of alone, she needed a friend." Clare reassurred him after Kelly left. "Just give them the card from now on. Kelly's right. Her dad could've killed you." She shuddered. Clare scooted closer to Dakota when Bren came in. "Do you even realize that was sexual harassment and if you keep doing it, someday a women will press charges against you and you'll go to jail." She said seriously. "You can't grope girls because you like the way we look, just like we can't do it to you. Or each other. Or a guy to another guy." She shook her head. Bren had Genesis all wrong. They were still living with the consequences of Adam and Eve's betrayal. The bible also said that outside of marriage sex was a sin. Even if you didn't believe that, there were other reasons to wait and she didn't plan to do something she'd regret. "Yeah! Let's go after breakfast before it gets too hot. Outside." She frowned. "The only problem is I don't have any exercise clothes here." Clare didn't want to wear her new outfit to the park. She supposed she could make do with what she'd worn over to Kota's in the first place.

Kota: nodded when Clare reassured him after Kelly left and kissed her cheek. "Thank you." he whispered and listened to her chide Bren. He knew that they've been there with him. "Yea, I know. That's why I ask to touch a girl's breasts. They taught me about sexual harassment in school and as long as I don't touch her without permission the most the girl will do is beat the crap out of me. So much easier in Bristol." Bren whined. "Yea, he's got a hard head. He went to Bristol and into a night club where he made a friend. She took a pill, made out with him for about ten minutes, then her boyfriend came and we got a call from the hospital. Bren had to get stitches and had a broken arm. We just sort of gave up after that." he explained to Clare. "The guy had a hard punch, once the girl realized he was beating me up, she called the cops, grabbed him and ran. I'm friends with her on facebook, she asked when I'm going back to Bristol." Bren explained to Clare. "And didn't her boyfriend threaten to kill you if you ever touched her a fourth time since you had to go find her after you go out of the hospital?" Kota asked looking at him. "Yea, but that's just a threat." Bren stated and Kota rolled his eyes. "I wish I could just beat the shit out of you right now, but it'll be futile. I only continued to help because I thought you were done with that girl and could actually change. She's fucking strung out on drugs. That night you were in the hospital she was too, an hour later she tried to kill herself because of the drugs she took. Does that really mean nothing to you, do you not see how much she's calling for help?" Kota asked. "So what she just needs to stop taking whatever drug made her want to die. If she were mine and came to me every night I'd be the happiest man alive regardless if she's strung out or not. They can help the suicide thing." Bren shrugged and Kota got up seeing the headphones still on Emi. "Bren, sex isn't worth your life nor is a girl. Who cares if she got strung out and made out with you, she's fuck-" "I don't care." Bren yelled back and Kota felt a hand on his shoulder to see his mom. "From the first time I held you, I knew you'd be trouble. You acted out more than any of your brothers and never wanted to stay. You were always trying to leave to go wherever, soon that changed and you started going after girls not caring about anyone, but you. I had these papers printed out and money put aside. They're emancipation papers, if you really want this I won't stop you anymore." She said holding his suitcase in hand and he took the papers. "I know you don't care what happens to you, but we do. I think you may need this, to go on your own for a bit and come home to us. Maybe this will help you be a better man." she said as she signed the papers after him and handed him his suitcase and passport. "There's money in there with an address book to friends I've made and keep in touch with in various countries." she said. "And I can be with Iona?" he asked curiously. "This was only an act to be with her?" Kota asked. "Well yea." Bren answered. "If that's what you want." His mom said and Bren took his things and left. "He never unpacked his things. I knew he didn't want to stay." his mom explained and he sat back down. "Maybe this will open his eyes." Kota breathed and laid his head on Clare's shoulder. After she mentioned going to the park after breakfast, he watched as Kelly bought out a plate of pancakes while Dallas carried the plates, Stacy carried sets of silverware wrapped in napkins and Ash and Dom carried sides. Without a word, Kota went to the kitchen and grabbed bottles of juice for everyone, then sat next to Clare and Emi. "Kelly, do you still have those yoga shorts that were too small?" he asked looking at her. "Yea." she answered. "I need them for Clare." He said honestly. "They're in the same place in my room. Also you're on wash duty later after Dallas does the basics. I have Victoria's Secret lingerie that needs to be washed and you're the only one who doesn't shrink them besides Stacy and she has to go home. I also have work." Kelly said and he nodded. "Ok, Stacy do you need your Victoria's Secret lingerie washed?" he asked looking at her. "Yea. Dallas will get them for you when you're ready to do the laundry. Dallas cut some of the tags off mine so that should help a bit. My bras and other items have tags." Stacy explained and he nodded as he ate. "Dom is helping me separate the Victoria's Secret from everything." Dallas stated. "Ash and I will do the dishes then." Stacy stated honestly. "Ok, that leaves Kota and Clare to the floors after dinner." Kelly said. "I wanna help." Emi stated. "We just pick up big items and leave the rest to the roomba." he informed Clare as he continued to eat. After breakfast was done, Kota went and got the shorts for Clare and one of his shirts too. "I'll go change in Dom's bathroom." he smiled at her as he handed her the clothing and kissed her chastely before going to change.

#nadm