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lyxyhii · 1 year

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Summary: a harmless, fun party at the Slytherin common room turns into sleeping with Draco Malfoy.

Y/n x Draco Malfoy

Warnings: drinking, sexual dancing references, drug references, sex, making out, fingering,

I arrived outside the Slytherin common room, a person standing outside deciding who can come in.

Once me and my friend, Clara Mchill, arrived at the door, we were immediately let in. No questions.

We giggled and walked in, the lights flashing and people dancing everywhere. I looked over at Clara and said,

"let's have some fun tonight."

A smirk came to her face fast and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the make shift bar.

Stood behind it was some random Slytherin boy, he probably learned to mix drinks in a class.

"could me and my friend get 3 shots of your best vodka?" Clara asked loudly, trying to be heard over the noise.

He nodded and poured our drinks out for us on the bar ledge.

"I've never really drank this much before Clara" I said worried.

"don't be scared, you'll loosen up soon." She giggled.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my first shot and took it. My face cringed at the kick. Than once I was ready, I took the other 2.

Clara laughed at me. My lightweight ass is already gone. She took her shots shortly after.

We ran to the dance floor and started dancing a bit. Laughing and making jokes.

I had forgotten I wore a shorter dress, it definitely has ridden all the way up, just under my ass basically.

I pulled it down once or twice but had forgotten.

"y/n, I'm going to find some coke, I'll be back," screamed Clara.

I nodded and kept dancing. Suddenly, a person grabbed my hand and pulled me towards them.

They were tall, had a white button up and black pants. I tried to make out the face but I couldn't see.

"he bent down and whispered in my ear "y/n, I woul sod never think you at of all people would be here."

I whispered back, "All I needed was a couple drinks to loosen up."

I could feel a smirk against my face. I giggled a bit.

I swayed my hips a bit. I was long gone of any conscious I had before taking those shots.

He put his hands on my hips and swayed a bit with me. I turned around and I started dancing against him. His hands still on my hips.

He put his head next my ear again and said,

"let's go somewhere quieter."

I smirked and grabbed his hand, leading him towards the doors that go into the a room our couches.

Once in there, I found a couch without someone on it and laid down on it.

I could finally see his face, it was..oh my god.. Draco?

I was dancing on Draco Malfoy, the boy who I've never had the guts to talk to.

He crawled next to me and we began to makout. His hands exploring my waist.

I moaned a little into the kiss. Draco smirks a bit than moved one of his to my thigh. Moving it up slowly.

I pulled away for air, resting my forehead on his.

I may how been blacked out moments earlier but I'm very aware of what's happening right now.

Dracos hand is slowly going up my thigh, making me gasp.

"is this okay?" He asked me.

I nodded quickly, desperate for his touch. His hand continued up and brushes over my clit.

"holy crap," I gasped.

He moved my underwear and began to rub my clit at a slow pace. He's such a tease.

I put my head on his shoulder to try to hide my face. Muffling my moans the best I can.

"oh god," I softly said.

He began to pick up his pace, making it even harder for me to hide my moans.

"it's okay, let go. Everyone is to drunk to noice you and I," he joked.

After his words, I started to let my moans out. They weren't loud but noticable if you were sober.

"good girl," he muttered into my ear.

The knot in my stomach was building and building, my moans louder and louder.

I had no more shame, all I felt is pleasure.

"I'm close!" I moaned out.

As soon as I said that, I came. I'm not lying, I've never came before.

Draco was right, I'm not the person to be like this normally. I'm such a goodie tushy girl with all A's and never party's.

"that was... amazing," I whispered.

"how about we go to my room for more... privacy.." he hinted.

He stood up and held his out, I grabbed it and stood up too. I fixed my dress, than we walked to his room.

We arrived at his door and he opened it slowly, pulling me inside.

I walked towards the bed, the king size bed with large bed posts in each corner.

Draco shut the door and locked it, than began to unbutton his white shirt. Afterward, he folded it and put it on the dresser.

I looked over at him, his small but muscular figure made me just feel faint.

He looked away for a second and quickly took my dress off, throwing it to the side.

Now, I was left in my underwear. I felt so bare and vulnerable. I tried to cross my arms to hide myself.

He turned around and saw me standing there, my face red with embarrassment.

"don't be embarrassed, you look... amazing," draco confessed.

He walks towards me and put his hands on my hips like earlier, than leaned in and kissed me.

I kissed back slowly, putting my hands on his face. He grabbed one of my legs and brought it up to his hip, making me feel him more.

This Time, he pulled away. He grabbed my other thigh and lifted me up, than carried me and laid me on his bed.

I sat there and stared at he undid his black pants.

He jumped on the bed and crawled on top of me and we began to makout again.

the room was heating up, the passion in the kiss grew.

Draco sat me up and undid my bra and slipped my underwear off, leaving me completely nude.

I felt so ashamed of what I was doing. I look down at my purity ring on my finger. (hint to the last thing I wrote ;) )

Draco began to kiss down my neck, trying to find my sweet spot. And once he found it, he abused it.

Leaving hickeys all over my neck. I gripped his hair tightly and moaned softly.

Whenever he makes me feel good, my shame goes away. But the moment that pleasure and fun goes away, I'm ashamed and worried.

"y/n, I must ask before I go farther, are you okay this?" He asked with a sincere look.

"I'm more than okay with this." I stated.

I grabbed his head and pulled him into a kiss. His dumb smirk seeped through the kiss.

Draco took his boxers off and aligned himself with me, slowly inserting himself.

I winced in pain, this pain was horrible.

"shh, shh, I won't move till your ready." He says calmly.

My eyes were squeezed shut, I was trying to fight it.

After many minutes of just sitting there, it started to fade.

"I'm...I'm ready," I stutter.

I'm worried this will be nothing like how my friends make it out to be. They say it's amazing but who knows.

He slowly moves his hips, thrusting in and out.

A wall of pleasure hits me suddenly, and the loudest moan leaves my mouth.

"oh god!"

Draco laughs loudly and picked his pace up.

I put my hand over my mouth but draco ripped it off.

"you don't have to hide how good you feel y/n"

I nodded and just let go.

I threw my head back into his pillows, so my friends really didn't lie.

I was so lost in the pleasure that my purity ring had flewn off my finger.

I felt the knot building slowly.

"Draco..Im..I'm close!" I spoke.

"just a couple more minutes," he stated.

I held back, trying my hardest not to cum. But it's hard when he keeps hitting my sweet spot. It feels too good.

"cum y/n," draco groans.

I squeezed around his and came, he pulled out right after and finished on the bed sheets.

He got up and grabbed a towel, cleaned me up.

I stayed still for a couple minutes, trying to come down from my high.

"that was amazing, Y/n. " Said as he laid next me on the bed.

I looked over and smiled, than said,

"I never would have thought at the beginning of the year I would go t a Slytherin party and sleep with draco Malfoy"

"I could say the same with you." He laughes.

I took in his sweet laugh and smile, I never see this side of him. I see the dark scary side.

We talked for a bit than I cuddled next to him and fell asleep in his arms...

(IF YOU WANT THE NEXT DAY STORY, ITS ALREADY POSTED. I WROTE THIS AS AN ADD ON TO IT!!)

#draco malfoy smut #draco x y/n #draco malfoy fluff #draco x reader #dracotok #draco malfoy #harry potter au #harry potter #smutty #smuttbook #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #slytherin #griffindor #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

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hihoace · 10 months

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Humans drink poison?

(here is part 3. I hope you will enjoy it.)

Helle laughed out loud watching the scene. Which reminded Ga'al that he's not alone with Fe'ek, so he let his friend live another day.

She was curious as to what does Ga'al still do to make him fall asleep but it seemed she'll have to wait to learn that.

"So yes... We all had our ways to stay calm... You'll be fine." Ga'al tried to save whatever left of his dignity after the previous scene.

"Sweet!" she smiled than she heard the metallic noice that ment it is soon time to sleep on this side of the ship. "Oh, that's the first nightcall, think we should eat dinner, right?"

"Oh, you are so right... Humans are not exclusively herbivorus, right?" Fe'ek asked. When Helle shook her head he nodded. "Perfect. That means I don't have to cook separatly!"

He started to pack out his cooking tools. He knew he could just use one of the fast food packages but no matter how long he stayed on the ship he couldn't get used to them. They tased like plastic to him. Ga'al was perfectly fine with them, but still preferred "real" food so he also agreed to get a few cooking tools and make a kitchen in their quarters. It took months till they got the green light to build it, but they both agreed, it worth the effort.

While Fe'ek made dinner, Ga'al and Helle started to have a conversation. They talked about their homes. Helle was amazed that on Ga'al home world, the cities were builed on trees. He talked about how Felleg, the biggest city there was taking up half of the planted and still it could not be seen from above.

And Helle told stories about Gaia's culture and how it is still devided into small local regions and all of them have different laws and a lot of the time, even different languages. Fe'ek was listening to them from the kitchen.

"So what do your species eat? Do you also like fish?"

"Yes I personally like it, but some of us hates the taste or the texture. Humans can eat almost everything. I even like coffee in the morning."

Ga'al stopped mid movement. "What?"

"Coffee!" Helle repeated.

"Oh I thought you said coffein... The poison."

"Coffee has coffein in it." Fe'ek peeked out from the kitchen. "I've been working with poisons before and learned that humans are somewhat immune to them. 400 milligrams of coffein daily is completly manageable for them."

"And we can drink more from time to time, but if we go above that every day it can cause some heart problems." Helle added.

"You mean to tell me, that the worst poison that is still legal is barely causing an inconvenience to you?" Ga'al was buffeled.

"That's the main reason it's still legal. Some scientists even suggest that it is beneficial to drink it every day, though it's still debated." Helle shrugged.

"And wait, I know something even better!" said Fe'ek as he came out from the kitchen. "Humans can digest alcohol."

Ga'al stared at Helle. "Is that true?"

The girl just nodded. "Though I hate the taste of it."

Up untill this point Ga'al has looked at Helle as someone who has a very similar physiology to him and is otherwise harmless. Now he was was looking at her with a bit more respect. Helle tilted her head to the side.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Dinner is ready by the way!" Fe'ek's hand landed on Ga'al's shoulder. "Could you two set the table, please?"

Ga'al nodded again.

He was silent troughout the dinner while Helle and Fe'ek exchanges a few gossips from the ship. Helle seemed to know a lot about what happened lately in sector no. 12 and 13 and Fe'ek knew all the local gossips in 25 and 26 where they worked.

After eating they cleaned up the table and the kitchen. Everything was done when they heard the nightcall again. It was time to sleep. The lights of sector no. 24 went out with the lights in theor room.

"Oh well... I think we should sleep..." Fe'ek yawned.

Helle started looking for her nightlight. She turned it up as soon as she found it.

Ga'al offered his bed to her, but she declined the offer, saying she's fine with sleeping on the couch and she doesn't want to be any more of an inconvenience.

After that everyone went to sleep. Helle fell asleep almost immidietly. Fe'ek noted that she probably had a long day. Ga'al agreed.

Before falling asleep Fe'ek taught Ga'al some things about humans he knew. He reassured him that even though humans are fine with alcohol and coffein they are not immune to botulinum for example. Ga'al fell asleep after a while so he could go to sleep too finally.

#humans are space orcs #space australians #humans are weird #spaceaustralians #humans are space australians

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callmemaeverick · 1 year

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The Inked Knight - The Spy Next Door Part IV

AN: Woot, Part 4. I swear I am going somehwere with this. This is my favourite one to write, cuz ever since I saw that scene in Casino Royale, I wanted to write it. Anywhoo.. here’s the next installment of our favourite gentleman Spy Next Door. Part I, Part II, Part III

Fights in your area are nothing new.

Living close to an overpass meant that you share an area with a group of homeless people and while most of them were harmless, there were a few that tend to get rowdy.

It was supposed to be a quiet night.

Your shift for the day ended by 7 pm and you were grateful for the extra few hours to wind down before you went to sleep. Curled up in your favorite spot on your couch, you were engrossed in your most recent book when you heard the shouting.

There was a group of people gathered at the entrance of the building and from your vantage point, you could make out the figures of some of your elderly neighbors and some strangers you didn’t recognize. You frowned, wondering what Mr. Jameson was doing up so late.

But then, you saw some movements and then came the startled screams. The next thing you knew, Mr. Jameson was on the ground.

You were out the door and down the stairs in an instant and when you got there, people were shouting, grabbing and pulling each other’s collars. It was total chaos and not for the first time, you were certain someone was going to get truly hurt.

So you acted. Without thinking.

“Call 911,” You whispered to Mrs. Rodriguez closest to you and jumped into the commotion. “Hey! Hey-hey-hey,” You exclaimed, putting yourself in between the squabbling group of men. “Whatever’s going on here, I’m pretty sure we can talk it out!”

A man from the gang, stepped forward, his eyes alight but hazy under the streetlight. “Why don’t you mind your own business, bitch?” His voice rang loud over the sizable group that had begun to gather. “This is between me and the old man.” From the looks of him, he was waiting for any chance of an easy fight.

You glanced at Mr Jameson behind you, still glaring daggers at the other man. The old man was none too different.

“Sir, there’s no need to talk to me like that.” You put on your best customer service voice. “Please calm down.”

The man took another step and invaded your personal space. Instantly, you could smell the liquor on his person. His eyes traveled up your body. “And what’re you gonna do if I don’t, Sweetheart?” He asked and behind him, some of his friends snickered.

Chills racked down your spine at the way he was leering and your voice wavered but you held firm. “Sir, please step back.”

The man did not move. Only inching closer.

"Sir, please,"

“She said step back!” Mr Jameson, having found his feet, shoved at the man’s shoulders and that’s when all hell broke loose. Before you knew it, both men grabbed each other once more and you found yourself sandwiched between the two.

You didn’t know how long you were stuck between them, trying to get them to stop. The others around you were grappling too. The loud noices, coupled with the overwhelming sense of being trapped sent warning signals to your claustrophobic brain. Panic seized your body and you gasped for air.

And then, like thunder, a voice boomed over the noise.

“Hey, FBI! Everybody step back!”

Just like that, the bodies parted and you felt Peter’s familiar presence right next to you. You thought he was working that night, but you were infinitely glad you were wrong.

“What’s going on here?” He asked, his voice different than normal. His stance was rigid and his gaze was hard, waiting for answers. He looked between Mr Jameson and the other man, but but not before you caught his eyes scanning you for injuries.

The air was tense as the three men stood off but thankfully, instead of escalating the situation further, the leader of group took one look at your neighbor's 6” figure and the badge on his hip, and decided most likely it was not worth it.

“Nothing, sir.” The man muttered. “Nothing at all.”

And that was it. The cops then arrived a few minutes too late and Peter stayed back to explain everything to them. Thankfully, everyone was let off with a stern warning and went on their separate ways.

The next few minutes were a blur as you hurriedly returned to your apartment, desperate for your safe haven. Curled up against the tiles, with the steady fall of water around you, you let it drown out all sensations.

That was how Peter found you, 10 minutes later, fully clothed and hunched over your knees.

"I can still smell the beer." The drunken man reeked of it.

There was a soft sigh and a rustle of fabric and then, the press of his right arm alongside your ribs. The warmth of his skin, different from the water sent goosebump up your own arms. He had shed his coat, but other than that he was fully clothed as well.

It had became a thing between the two of you, just sitting together in silence, skin touching, just breathing. Living alone in a different city was not always easy and while you would never admit it to anyone, you were starting to feel lonely. But that was before Peter arrived.

He moved, reaching up over his head to the ledge where you stored your soaps and shampoo. "Here," He handed you your body wash.

A flash of black caught your eyes and you stared as you took the bottle from him. You had seen them before, but mostly slivers whenever his sleeve was lifted whenever he moved or stretched. But this was the first time his tattoo was on full display to you.

"What?" Peter asked when he noticed your reaction.

“You uhh-..." Something foreign licked your insides when he moved and you saw the painted muscles of his forearms contract and release. How did you get that close? "I just… didn’t peg you for a sleeve ink kinda guy.”

They were beautiful. A series of geometric triangles running up his arm, giving an illusion of hard scales merging into some intricate design of a flower or a pointed star, blooming from the joint of his elbow.

You were mesmerized.

"I've always wanted them," He told you, turning his arms so you could see more. There were some more wrapping his bicep, still hidden by his shirt sleeves, and you found yourself more than a little curious to see them. "Started doodling in college and got them just before Quantico. Thought they'd look cool."

"They do," You blurted too quickly and blushed when Peter chuckled.

Silence blanketed you for a few beats, the only sound was the water drizzling over you both.

"You did good." Peter told you. "Tonight."

"I froze, Pete. It got intense and I froze. And to think I have years of experience handling people."

"Hey, it's one thing to handle a crisis on the phone. It's another to face it head on." He moved to capture hand. "Trust me. You did good."

You didn't really believe him, but you nodded nonetheless.

"C'mon. Let's get out of here."

You let him pull you up and turn off the shower. You stood quietly as he rummaged your cupboard and pulled out two clean and fluffy towels.

"Would you come back? After?" You asked as you took a towel from him. "I- I don't think I'll be sleeping anytime soon. We could watch a movie or something."

Peter smiled at you. "Yeah. Yeah, of course."

TBC Tagging: @strnqer @thefictionalgemini @bcon24 @medievalfangirl @coldheartedmar @iamzuul @iamasimpingh0e

#peter sutherland #peter sutherland x reader #gabriel basso #the night agent #netflix the night agent #the night agent netflix #the spy next door series #mav's posts

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justtwotired · 10 months

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The girl with the silent smile

Summary: she doesn't talk, she doesn't laugh, she listens and nods. But mostly, mostly she smiles, it's what Regulus likes about her, her smile, she never told him her name, so he just called her, the girl with the silent smile. He talked to her, she listened, when he couldn't talk, she waited, she waited without complaining.

Regulus Black x reader

Idea: so, I had this idea because I work in a coffee shop and I have a regular client who always calls me "the girl with the silent laugh" I changed it to smile, as I thought it was a wonderful title and then decided to make this story of it.

She/her pronounce

Warnings: mentions of death and murder, mention of cutting of a body part.

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Regulus sighed as he was finally done with his classes for the day. As he wondered what he could do, he remembered the girl he met not long ago.

She hadn't spoke to him yet, but she listened and gave him a soft smile as he spoke. She was always at the same place, the seventh floor at the big window.

No one ever came there. People said it to be haunted, which Regulus thought was ridiculous because the entire school was haunted with ghosts, who -mostly- where kind and polite.

Though, people said the place was haunted in a bad way, two boys had almost died many years ago after breaking the glass, they said the thing attacking them was invisible. Ten years later a group of students dared to come there but as nothing happened, they painted on the wall and three escaped but one was badly injured and had to go to St. Mungos.

But it's where he had found her, over and over again, whenever he would come, she would be there, smiling at his arrival.

And just like every other time, she looked up at the sound of his food steps. He smiled at her and she gave him one back. "Good afternoon." He greeted, she gave a small nod in return.

"It surprised me that you always manage to be here whenever I am. I never see you anywhere else, what house are you in anyway?" He asked, yet she didn't answer, of course.

"Right, still no talking, shall I just talk then?" He asked and she nodded. He started telling stories, ignoring the cold he felt, as he started to get used to it, assuming it was because of winter and sitting near a window.

He told her about his day, about professor Binns being annoying as ever and about Barty jumping out of the window with charms 'to test if Wingardium Leviosa could make him fly' he had later told Regulus and Evan.

She had the brightest smile when Regulus told her this and she made a small noice, it's sounded like a giggle. She quickly stopped and he gave her an amused look.

She looked down a bit embarrassed and he chuckled slightly. "No need to be embarrassed, it was rather cute." He said and her cheeks flushed red.

He grinned and continued the story. She paid close attention and he suddenly noticed her eyes drifted to something behind him.

"Mister Black, Miss L/n." Nearly headless Nick greeted, she gave him a polite nod and Regulus flashed him a quick smile.

"L/n? Is that your last name?" He asked and she nodded. "Well it gives me at least one clue." He sighed and nearly headless Nick chuckled.

"I see you befriended dear Y/n here, no one ever talks to her, I think she likes you." He said. "You know her?" Regulus asked.

"Oh yes, she's been here for centuries." Nick nodded. "Centuries?" Regulus frowned and then looked at Y/n. "She's dead?" He realised and Nick nodded while the girl just looked sad.

"Yes, poor thing was murdered, it was believed she was killed by her own brothers after she had refused their needs. They cut out her tongue before they did it." Nick shook his head in sadness and disgust.

"But- but you look so... Alive." Regulus said, not realising it might be a bit offending. The girl just shrugged and suddenly turned transparent. "I didn't know ghosts could do that." Regulus pointed out.

"Most can't, no, but few are able to, her being one of them." Nick told him.

Regulus didn't think anything different of the girl and continued to visit her over the years he spent at school. He had talked about his home life, and when he got the dark mark, he showed her and she had comforted him the best she could as he sobbed.

Sometimes, she left her place on the seventh floor to visit him wherever he might be at that moment.

On his last day he had also come. "I came to say goodbye." He told her and her smile dropped. "I promise to visit you, I'll come back the moment the dark Lord is defeated." He whispered softly.

She nodded and gave him a smile, a last smile. It was not happy, as it was most of the times, this time it was sad, though still hopeful as he had promised to come back to her.

Regulus thought back to this interaction as he stood at the Cliffs Of Moher. He hadn't gone back, he had promised he would come back.

He took a deep breath in and stepped inside, Kreacher close by him. He would make it out alive, he would visit her.

She waited for him, she supposed it would take a while, but months turned into years and years turned into decades.

Sir Nickolas had told her to stop waiting. "He died, Y/n dear. It's all over the daily prophet and big news, even around the school." He explained, yet, she believed Regulus would come back, because he had promised he would, and Regulus, he never broke his promises.

She lost track of how long it had been as she sat at the window, looking outside and seeing the students make their way across the ground. Pushing each other and laughing. Hurrying to classes and clutching books to their chests.

Some chased their pets that had run away, some followed each other around, others preferred to keep to themselves, always keeping themselves small and their head low.

Yet, this was not what Y/n was looking for. No she was looking for the black haired Slytherin, though he'd probably be older then she remembered. She never lost hope that he'd return, she always believed he'd come back, just like he had told her he would.

She was still waiting, her hopes getting higher and higher as weird things happened at Hogwarts, she heard whispers of Voldermort and a boy named Harry Potter.

Potter... she had heard that name before. Regulus had mentioned it when he talked about his brother, about how much he missed his brother and how jealous he was of that Potter boy.

Soon, the story was that Voldemort had returned. Y/n noticed that suddenly, there where less students on the grounds. And which students there where, most of them weren't so happy as they once where, she never saw someone travel alone anymore, they where always together, and pets, they where never on the run anymore as the kids kept a closer eye on them.

Students who where normally happy and giddy, where now sad and worn out. Some students disappeared. Only a day ago she had seen two girls sobbing as they walked past.

'That's weird' she had thought to herself. 'Where is their other friend? They where always with the three of them...'

It was late as Y/n watched the grounds, a few birds had landed. Exploring the large grass field.

Suddenly she heard sobbing and she turned to the source of the sound and saw a boy, he was a bit older then when Regulus had just found her, he had blonde hair and grey eyes -which where full of tears- he frowned a bit at her and then narrowed his eyes.

"Who are you?" His voice was demanding. It reminded her of the time Regulus found her sitting alone. "And who are you supposed to be?" He had questioned in a sceptical tone of voice.

She gestured the boy to sit down, supposing inviting him to sit with her at the window was the best option, to watch the students- or well, birds at the moment- and to talk to her.

He introduced himself as Draco Malfoy,

She smiled at him.

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onedayimgonnasnap · 1 year

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OK, hear me out: a Vine loving MC trolling the princes alongside the headmaster? Like they teach Lou all about Vines and they work together to troll the squad of princes.

PLEASE I LOVE THAT IDEA SM HAHA 💀It’s making me laugh thinking about it-

~The Vine Takeover~

COD X READER

Warning: cursing (it’s me idk if you’re expecting anything else)

TW: Guy

Also sorry this felt rushed lol

@ithseem Hope you enjoy!

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“So you’re telling me people make these so called ‘videos’ that are only a few seconds long and it’s supposed to be funny?”

Lou tried his best to amuse Mc, but it was clear he didn’t get what was so legendary about vines.

It has been a since a couple of days and once a day at least MC shows Lou a vine with the phone they brought with them to the world.

Lou still confused about most of them but keeps an open mind since it seems to amuse the MC a lot.

Soon eventually Lou began to be amused by the vibe culture in general- He memorized them and it was you and his weird inside jokes.

One day while you were sketching random thoughts that come in mind outside in the court yard.

Then an idea hit you like a light bulb turned on.

‘What If…’

Soon a evil smile came on your face. Never a good sign of peace in the academy when that happens.

You luckily broke into Lou’s office sitting on his chair back facing the door waiting for Lou’s arrival, so you can see if your new formed partner in crime would be up to the challenge.

Phinny and Nix let you have your way, as they were just happy Lou had someone to socialize with and Lou looked like he needed to get some fresh air more.

When Lou walked into his office you spun the chair forward like a super villain one leg crossed over the other with Robin on their lap.

Lou gave you a blank stare for a second as you both awkwardly stared at eachother.

After 30 seconds he let out a smile and laughed a little at the sight a bit amused how you presented yourself.

“What a pleasant surprise we have here lovely MC.”

“Don’t start bullshitting I can hear the sarcasm in your voice.”

“Me? never!” Lou said while laughing quietly.

You raised you eye brow at him.

“Well then, I have a proposition for you.”

“Well what do I owe your highness the favor.”

He laughed as you pulled your shoe off and smacked his head repeatedly with it.

“Master MC you shouldn’t be so violent with him!” Robin said worryingly as he stood up to sit on the desk still not deciding to do anything as you abused the headmaster.

…

“Anyways! Back to business, I’d like to have a partner I crime.” You huffed and giggled sitting back in your chair.

Lou soon started listening as he heard the mischief in your voice. He was in on it.

——-

Toa was taking a nap when you and Lou teleported in his room, he looked so peaceful sleeping almost like an angel.

How every, your pranks were for everyone.

You slowly got close to him whispered; “Zoobat- Super Sonic go-“

Then Lou with a guitar and magic makes the loudest noice known to man. While Toa wakes up in a panic as he sees you both run away laughing.

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Rio was about to make eat some food from the dorm kitchen however when he opened the one of the doors a bunch of lemons from the human world hit him in the head-

“When life gives you lemons.”

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(Not really a prank but-)

You and Guy were shopping at a really cheap store.

“Look Guy it’s the good cush” You smiled

“This is a really in expensive store how good could it be” Guy rolled his eyes.

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Guy and Fenn were hanging out talking (More like Fenn annoying Guy and Guy excepting his fate)

“Two bros chilling in the hot tub 5 feet apart because they’re not gay-“

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This lasted about a week. Everyones hiding from you and Lou.

#court of darkness x reader #court of darkness

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thebookwormfairy · 1 year

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Of Course They're the Addams

Might make this a full blown fic might not. Feel free to use this idea, just please send me a link so I can read it.

Summary:. Tyler just couldn't understand why Wednesday and her family are so welcoming to him

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Tyler didn't understand it

He had tricked Wednesday, put her in danger, let her be taken by his deranged exmaster

Yet here she is visiting him in the mental hospital

Making sure he was okay

Every once and a while she would even bring him a snack

At first he would taunt her still lost in his madness

But the longer he was without his previous master the more clear his mind became of her madness

With his head becoming clearer he felt more shame in how he treated Wednesday at the end and now when she walked in he remained silent as she talked about anything and everything

Don't get him wrong he still doesn't mind killing if it's called for but he doesn't feel like he's going to go on a murderous rampage at a drop of a hat

But he still thought he would be locked up forever because of the woman who tricked him and groomed him into her perfect killing machine

So imagine his surprised when one day the new principal of Nevermore walked into his room declaring he would be coming to Nevermore that semester with all his experiences being paid

He questioned this new principal of course

Who were they?

How is he being released?

What if he loses control?

And a silent question he was too nervous to ask

What did Wednesday think about this?

The principal just smiles at him

The Principal: There is nothing to worries about Tyler. Everything taking care of. By the way I'm Margaret Addams. I have a feeling we're going to be seeing a lot more of eachother

Addams

His new principal is an Addams

And she didn't seem like she was mad about what he did to her family member

Didn't even seem wary of him like many of the staff at the facility were of him

If he didn't know any better he would say she seemed downright delighted to meet him

He continued to stare at his new uniform in confusion

When he arrived at Nevermore he was even more confused

He expected everybody to avoid him, be terrified of him, to want nothing to do with him

And for the most part that was true

Except for Wednesday, Enid, and the group of kids who came when Wednesday tried to prove he was a hyde

They took him in, acted like he never worked with the person who tried to destroy their school, and even welcomed him with kinda open arms

At first he thought they were keeping an eye on him (which admittedly they were)

But the struck up a genuine friendship with the Nightshades

It took a couple of weeks but he and Wednesday finally sat down and talk everything out

How his feelings weren't all faked

How he genuinely fell in love with her

How he didn't even know about his master's plans for her when they first met

His master didn't even tell him to keep her safe until the day after the festival

At the end of the conversation they decided to start over with a fresh start

Wednesday warned him that she doesn't give second chances freely and that there would most certainly not be a third

He was taking everything at Wednesday's pace

Wednesday wasn't ready to go back to kissing yet, especially after how their last kiss ended but whenever Wednesday would reach for his hand he would bring it up to his lips and place a gentle kiss on it.

One day as Wednesday and Tyler were walking the halls together they ran into to figures covered in long hair with one of the figures being much taller than the other

Wednesday: Cousin It, Cousin Whatt! What a pleasant surprise. Are you here to visit Cousin Margaret?

A series of high pitch noises came out of the taller of the figure

Wednesday: That's nice I know Cousin Margaret is doing very well as principal. She seems to have garter the favor of many of the students

Another series of high noises

Wednesday: Yes this is Tyler

Suddenly Tyler was engulfed by the two hairy creatures who were now both making high pitched noices

After a minute the 2 figures let go but the bigger of the two kept shaking his hand violently

Wednesday: I will not translate that but I will introduce you

Wednesday: Tyler I would like you to meet Itt Addams and his son Whatt Addams. They're Cousin Margaret's, also known as our principal, family

Tyler *with his hand still being shoke violently*: It's nice to meet you.

More high pitch noises and then the two were off in the direction of the principal office

Tyler: They seemed friendly

Wednesday *with a slight twitch of a smile on her lips*: Yes they are, they are more on the affectionate side

Tyler *smirking*: So what did Itt say that you refused to translate

A slight blush bloomed across Wednesday's cheeks

Wednesday: That is something you will never know

Tyler: If it was bad enough to make you blush, I must know

Wednesday: You'll have to catch me first Mr. Hyde

With that Wednesday took off down the hall

Tyler let out a laugh, happy that Wednesday felt comfortable enough with him to let loose, taking off after her.

On family day Tyler met even more Addams

After Wednesday family was done greeting their daughter their attention turned to Tyler

Morticia *pulling Tyler into a hug*: It's so great to finally meet you Tyler! Wednesday and my spirits have told us so much

Tyler *growing nervous*: They have?

Gomez *Pulling Tyler in for a handshake*: A body count at your age, we couldn't be more impressed. It took my dear brother Fester until his late twenties before he could reach those numbers, very impressive.

Tyler: Thank you sir

Wednesday: Where is Pugsly?

Morticia: He wanted to be here but he caught the most wonderful cold and was unable to come with us

Wednesday: I envy him but I understand.

Gomez:. Now Tyler, you and Wednesday much tell us about all the gory details about your time here

Tyler: Of course sir.

After a weekend full of more familia love than Tyler has gotten in the last year, he finally asked the question that has been running through his mind since he met Principal Addams.

Tyler plopped down at the table that held the Nightshades and Endid who were all hanging out while Wednesday doing Hummer business

Tyler:. Why is Wednesday's family so accepting of me?!? I thought they would hate me after everything I did?!?

The others just looked at each other.

Ajax *like it's the most obvious thing in the world*: Because they're Addams

Tyler:. What does that have to do with anything?

Endid:. You mean you don't know?

Tyler: Know what?

Bianca: The Addams are on of the most accepting families ever. They were the first family to marry and have children with different species

Xaiver: They also would take in anybody. They have more adoptions on record then any other outcast family

Endid:. It also helps that Wednesday's in love with you

Tyler *blushing*:. She's what?

Ajax:. Why are you blushing it's obvious that you two love each

Tyler *quietly to himself*:. We love eachother?

Tyler *louder*): I love Wednesday Addams! I got to go!

Tyler jumps up and runs in the direction of the beekeeping club

He has to got tell Wednesday that he loves her

#wyler #wednesday #tyler x wednesday #the addams family #addamsfamilyvalues

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darling-miaxoxo · 2 years

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The peculiar social media influencer

a/n : hey guyss like i said in the last part i would try and get up part 2 in a few days so here yall go :)

Fandom: Miss Peregrines home for peculiar children.

Relationship/ship: Alma Peregrine x fem!Reader

Peculiarity: Teleportation

Warning/s: mentions of anxiety

Movieverse

pt. 2 (pt. 1 )

recap: dinner then continued a few bits of drama here and there luckily not me in it luckily then movie night came woohooo!

the 'movie' then began it was all just fine if I must say nothing too weird. But then I checked the time and saw that reset was soon so Miss Peregrine then turned on the lights then sighs were all heard from around the room Miss Peregrine then announced that its reset time then their sighs soon became into happy noices we all then went outside then Miss P gave the command to put on our gas masks so I did even though its gonna make my hair look absoloutely terrible when i take it off but thats fine absoloutely fine if I could find my haircomb. Then Miss Peregrine started playing the gramophone which started playing "Run, Rabbit, Run " then the planes with the bombs came it started giving me shivers due to my anxiety, when the bomb came just a few seconds before it would hit the house Miss Peregrine then stopped time and continued to reset the loop lowering my anxiety a little bit then its time for bed we went inside changed into some pjs atleast I did, i dont know about the others though I waited until 12 am so that i could teleport out of the loop to make the post on my insta then I teleported back, So once it was 12 am I did my plan and fortunately nobody saw me or else i would be in BIG trouble from miss peregrine then I fell asleep but not before I set an alarm at 7 am of course .

~ The next day ~

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock so I woke up, showered, put on a croptop a jacket over it of course put on some shorts, long y/f/c socks, and to top it all off some sneakers, did my skincare and haircare routine, put on a little bit of makeup and then done! I look absolutely gorgeous I went downstairs and I saw Miss P making breakfast so I went down and said " Hi Alma how can I help? " cause for once I actually remembered that she told me to call her Alma when were alone and then she answered my question saying " Set up the table but dont you think thats a little revealing darling? " again blushed a little at the darling part but then I said " I have shorter ones but I think you would like that a little too much " sending her a wink and then just did said task and then got goosebumps but I just dismissed it

Alma's POV:

Dear God I dont what y/n has been doing to me when she was setting up the table I couldn't help but watch her set up the table but then I remembered that I still have to cook the eggs so I shook those thoughts away for now and went to cook some eggs with her still on my mind...

~time skip to when breakfast is done~

Y/N POV:

Right now I was in the garden while the children played but then I checked my watch and there was 1 minute until that baby squirrel falls the hell out of that tree so I just teleported to the tree and then I saw Emma probably on her way to get the baby squirrel up so now I just wait for around 55 secs and then Emma said "Hey Y/N hows it going? " "nothing much just the usual stuff, also waiting for that damn baby squirrel to fall down" I said then she just sat down next to me and then a few seconds later the damn squirrel finally fell down I just teleported it back up then Emma said " Hey wait there's Olive! " and I said " Alright lets go there! " then I teleported us to Olive. Emma then said to Olive " Hey Olive! " "Hey Emma, Hey Y/N " Olive said we both sat down next to her Emma then said " Hey Y/N do you still have feelings for you-know-who " and I said "yeah pretty much" " OoOooh " they both said the day continued as regularly as it always was..

~time skip to dinner~

I sat in my spot between miss Peregrine and Olive, Miss Peregrine then gave the command to start eating so I did, as always conversation started me on the lookout for drama again.

Emma POV:

I was sitting next to Olive this time with Jacob on my right Olive on my left who was sitting next to Y/N and since its been 20 years and Y/N still hasn't confessed about her feelings I whispered to Olive " Hey Olive lets try to get Miss P and Y/N together its been 20 years and the girl still hasn't confessed so meet me in my room later " and I tell the same to Jacob and told him to tell the others beside the children, cause the children might accidentally tell Miss P.

Y/N POV

Movie night came and it was Horace trying out clothes again, The next image was Emma And Jacob holding... HANDS??.. so now apparently I think Emma and Jacob are now GF and BF finally that girl got a bf that girl waited basically 30 or 35 years for one and she finally got one, But that also means I missed Out on romance that's honestly sad but that's fine.

~time skip again~

Emma POV:

"Alright so we only have 30 days until Y/N leaves so heres the plan.."

~TIME SKIP AGAIN~

Y/N pov:

I woke up to the sound of my alarm checked the time and it said 6:15 AM

I did my daily morning routine I checked the time 6:45 AM I went downstairs, helped Alma, ate breakfast, Did my chores, Talked to Olive and Emma, and then I saw Alma I zoned out a little bit , thinking again on how it would feel to be in her arms..

" Y/N. Y/N!" I heard emma say " Hm? " turning to look at her " you zoned out what happened? " " oh nothing just thinking" giving the girl a smile " alright.."

~time skip to movie time (Sorry if theres a lot of these I just dont know what to write lol)~

Emma POV:

"its time for the plan to activate! " i whisper-yell to olive we made sure that y/n sat next to Miss P. Y/N clearly blushed even a little bit this is only the beginning.

Y/n POV:

I sat next to Miss P as it was literally the only seat left I flushed just a little bit then the 'movie' began it was him trying out new clothes, and then the image flashed but then it was me and Alma holding.. HANDS? I was seriously gonna faint luckily Alma turned on the lights before I could faint giving me some air to breathe. now its reset time yay!

Emma POV:

"hey Olive, Horace's dream showed Y/n and Miss P holding hands I think we should let it play out and in 15 days if their still not together we do the plan ok? " I said to Olive "fine, fine there goes 2 hours of sleep " she said

Y/n POV:

Reset was fine my anxiety didn't go up this time. I went to sleep but all I could think about was Horace's dream was it true? is it actually gonna happen? I then decided to confess my feelings to her tomorrow hoping that she feels the same if not I'm leaving for another 5 years to wear off that embarrassment or just not come back at all. I went for the 1st option

~ the next morning and after breakfast ~

Its after breakfast and im very scared right now so lets hope this works.. I asked her if we could talk after she cleaned the dishes she said yes and here I am in her office about to confess my feelings while still being EXTREMELY nervous so I said " Alright let me just put it straight I- I have feelings for you.. " very nervously and she said " Well... Then your feelings are reciprocated I have feelings for you too " " Really?! " "Yes really darling"

Alma POV:

After Y/n confessed her feelings I confessed mine too. It was really awkward I must say.

~ TIME SKIP TO DINNER ~

Y/n POV:

I walked behind Alma and wrapped my arms behind her waist and asked " Hi love how can I help?" she tensed for a bit just a little second and then she said " set up the table dear " giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. I did what I was asked and then Alma asks me " Darling arent you going to be leaving in a few days? " " Its fine after the 1 month is over I'll just announce to my followers that ill be taking a break for 1 year then once that 1 year is over ill announce to my followers that ill be making posts once a month instead of once a week after 6 or 7 months ill announce to my followers that ill be quitting and then ill be staying with you my love. " I answered back and she asked " how are you gonna post dear its the 1940s " " I'll just teleport out of the loop every month dont worry my love " I answered

~ after dinner and reset ~

" love im going to bed care to join me? " Alma asked, I giggled a little bit before saying yes

a/n: so uh this is part 2 lemme know if yall want a part 3 ik this is crap so yeah if this gets 3 likes ill post a part 3 ^^

#alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrine movie

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rose-pink-coral · 10 months

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Today I randomly remembered a man I met a couple years ago, during the pandemic, when I was seventeen and about to start testosterone. He was a Turkish man that stayed in a room in our house we rented on Airbnb, he was there to write a book about Colombian post-conflict, had a wife and two children waiting for him in turkey and missed them a lot.

As a trans teen he was one of the only adults who respected my gender identity and we quickly became friends, we used to go on walks at night and drink, he was a heavy drinker so I never tried to keep up. Imagine the terror that came over my mom when she realized I was taking nightly walks with a drunk 30 year old man I barely knew, she rightly scolded me and we kept the drinking inside the house and the walks during the day.

He also had me try raki and taught me how to play tavla, I talked with him about Colombian history and taught him about local typical foods, we talked about the communist music of our countries and I tried to teach him how to dance merengue.

He was a turkish ex-military with PTSD and I was a Colombian trans teenager with social anxiety, the only things we had in common was OCD, leftist political views and English as a second language. But, besides from my own dad (who coincidentally left for his mistress a week after he arrived) he's the only man I would have trusted back then, when trauma still had a tight grip on me and the insecurities characteristic of a pre-t trans guy made me feel out of place.

My early teenage years taught me that men can be horribly cruel and manipulative and the six months I spent in his company taught me that men can also be kind, that masculine men don't have to be heartless dicks or stoic walls. He was my masculine role model and I thank him for that, I don't know what kind of person I would have become if it wasn't for his friendship.

Sometimes I wonder what he would say if he saw me today, back then I was an anxious insecure thing, boyish in a girly way and so very fragile, I wanted to take up as little space and make as little noice as I could. Nowadays I'm still queer as fuck, but I stand proud on both my masculinity and my femininity. I'm phisically stronger but I'm still as flexible and agile as ever, I'm louder and more outgoing but I'm still very sensible and a great listener. I'm even dating a man right now, even though I had never felt comfortable enough to be with one before. I'm not a masculine guy but I'm a happy one and I think that alone would make him proud.

Sorry for the long text and I doubt anyone will find this, let alone read it all, but with pride month nearing it's end I can't help but hope someone resonates with this. If not, I'm still happy to have this somewhere I can find it later.

#pride #ftm #trans pride #lgbtq #lgbtq positivity #transmaculine

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storysofanavenger · 2 years

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One of those days

Pairing: Cap x fem!reader

Summary: You’re married with Steve Rogers. After Endgame the crimes decreased and he works sometimes at home. Today was one of those days.You had a very rough day.

Warnings: Mental breakdown;a bit of body shaming;fluff;rough reader; heartwarming; loving and supportive Steve

652 words

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It was a long, rough day at work. The weather is cloudy and any minute it may start to rain. It is late evening and the sun begins to set. I just came into the hallway of our apartment when I hear the first thunder and see the first rain fall. I close the door and put my jacket and stuff right on the floor where I stand. There was a loud noice from my bag as I put it on the floor. Something must have been broken. „Nice“, I thought. „That fits to the rest of the day“.

The next moment I hear a door open.

Expressionless I stare into the direction. There was my husband, coming out of his home office. He is still in work clothes, with shirt and tie. He must have had a long day too with many video- and phone calls. Even Captain America has days like that.

He smiles as he sees me. He comes to me: „Hi sweetheart, how was your day?“

Now he stands right in front of me. Without a word I lean against his strong chest.

„IT WAS A HORRIBLE DAY!“, I thought. As I thought of everything that happened today I started to cry. He didn't notice, not until I shook so hard my whole body trembled. I began to sob. Everything breaks out of me now. Everything, the whole frustration of Nat and her mean comment about my body, the mountain of paperwork that Fury gave me and that Tony, Bruce, Thor and Strange were able to go on a mission and I had to stay at the headquarters.

„Hey sweetheart, are you okay? What happened? Can I do something for you?“, he asked. In the meantime he had put his arms around me. I carefully detached myself from them and looked up to him in his beautiful puppy like eyes. „Obviously not“, I said with the most sarcastic tone I can make in my situation. „I’m sorry, I know that you want to care about me and I’m so mean to you“ I said with my thin voice.

„It’s okay Love“, he said in a deep, heart warming voice. He puts his hands on my cheeks and gives me a gentle kiss on my forehead.

I tell him everything that happened. He listend closely, looked the whole time into my eyes and nodded from time to time.

He pulls me against him and hugs me again. I feel his warmth, love and safety. I calmed down a bit. Now I realized I stand the whole time like a tree in the middle of the mess I’ve made. „I’m sorry“, and I started again to cry into his shirt. „For what, you have done nothing wrong. You are strong, but every now and then when everything becomes too much for you, you are allowed to cry and I’m there for you“, he said.

I looked up again, „Always?“

„Always.“

I started to move and lay my arms around his neck. He pulls me up, I squeaked out in shook „I’m way to heavy! Nat told me today and-…“ but he just smiles. „I know what you need“, he said with a big smile. „And you’re not, you’re perfect in every way. You’re beautiful and I couldn’t love you more. Let Natasha tell you what she wants but don’t believe her everything that she says. She had a hart time and bad childhood you know. Sometimes she doesn't think about it before she says something.“

He lays you on the sofa in the living room. Then he took off his work clothes, turned on the TV and brought you two a blanket. He lays down next to me. He pulls me close to him and put the blanket over both of us. I feel his big hand gently petting my head until I had completely calmed down and fell asleep.

#captain america #steve rogers #marvel #avengers #captain america x female reader #steve x female reader #captain america x reader #steve x reader #chris evens #fanfic #oneshot #fluff #y/n

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pinehutch · 2 years

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I'm uncommonly, commonly fine.

(I've been here for 12, 13 years. Maybe longer? All signs point to fine, okay, yeah, sure.)

It's so easy to go from "I missed a step" to "I'm lying on the floor, I'm stuck." There are things I don't say, because

I don't want to make them true; I don't want saying them to fix them, firm and permanent

they are unpleasant, off-putting; neither beautiful nor interesting; neither charming nor devastating (just a steady, flourescent hum)

it would be commonly, uncommonly not fine.

What I mean is that: I get no pleasure from my neurodivergence, and I feel nothing but resentment and regret that I waited so late to look into it. What I mean is that: I hate the limitations of my body, the way a straightforward scrape or bump can swell into something that looks like corpse-bloat for an evening, that takes six weeks to properly heal. What I mean is that my resentment and resistance to both the fact and the practice of necessary rest cannot be overstated. What I mean is that I take great joy from the successes of others, but if you talk to me about quantities, rankings, statistics I feel sick and insecure and panicked, and that I think it is a failing of mine that I feel that way. What I mean is that I am generally doing quite well, doing better, that I have been saying yes and pushing forward and removing obstacles and taking chances and it's all very good and invigorating until I miscount the stairs and lurch forward into the windowsill (the windowsill is a metaphor or there are bruises on my shins, or both) and jam and jar every part of me.

Something came unlodged this spring. It started in a notebook. It continued on a table, tears in my eyes and nitrous in my blood. I both know and don't know exactly what it is. It opened me up like a paper target unfolding (this is a joke I make too often, about work; let's add paper targets with my face on them to the change management strategy. It's a pretty fucked up joke). In this new configuration my head is a funnel and it takes in everything, and the terrible freshet runs over and over. A storm is a storm is a storm, you know? Push over the towers, break the connections, blow-up the transformers.

(There is a man who lives in the big house on the corner, across the street, and during the blackout he took to sitting outside with a battery-powered radio, in his driveway, in a lawn chair. It's after midnight now, and raining, and he's out there alone in his aluminum-framed chair with all the lights and sounds in the house behind him. The street is cavernous, two-and-three-storey buildings used for rentals on one side and a steep slope on the other. The man's radio fills the wet echo of my small town downtown after midnight and my anger strikes another mark against me when I need to put on my headphones, the noice-cancelling ones, so that I can hear enough of my own thoughts to continue.)

I'm sipping seltzer from my Sodastream, lemon wedges and lime ones, too. I'm wearing one of three pairs of wireless, noise-cancelling earbuds. (I lose them, and buy more, and find them again eventually. In cute online spaces this is called the ADHD tax.) In the morning I'll get up and do my job where no one screams at me and I'm not currently exposed to any physical danger. I have a wealth of things to read, to watch, to listen to; to enjoy. There are people who love me, uncommonly well and with a degree of grace and patience and willingness that seems so deeply, deeply out-of-step with my own sense of deservingness that one of the long-standing challenges of my life is believing in it. I have credit card debt and vacation plans, trauma and resources, friends and lovers and everything commonly and uncommonly normal -- good, even. I am, for all intents and purposes, more than fine. Stupidly privileged, even.

And still: I miss a step, and split myself open on the bannister. I come apart at the seams. It's not the tripping that's the problem, it's the way I don't always bounce when I fall. This is what I mean when I'm resentful of my neurodivergence, or when I'm angry at my body for being a pretty-able-but-also-actually-disabled body; the response feels out of proportion to the misstep, and it fucks with the narrative that I am trying to control, where I'm aware of my privilege and I use it for good and I hold space for the really important conversations and I get angry in righteous and wholesome ways and it's not about me, and also, where I'm fine.

(Every one of us is here. The man in the lawnchair with his classic rock jams is living a life as big as yours, as big as mine. His interior is as infinitely vast or narrow as anyone's. We are all keeping it together. I know. I know. I only wanted to say it, obliquely, and just the once.)

#personal #ramblings #testing out the not rebloggable function #negativity cw #internalised ableism cw #medical cw #nitrous oxide #i miss one deadline and go off the rails for the next 24 hours apparently!#this is a bit new but probably related to some trauma from the last month eroding the foundations #also no one worry about me i am genuinely fine in the sense of in no danger #just need to scream into the void sometimes #journaling on paper resumes tomorrow #and i am on a short waitlist for a therapist that expects to have room for me sometime this month #it's good and i just need to remind myself of that

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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BAEK FIRST OF ALL IK I TALK SHIT ABOUT UNDERCUTS AND LAUGHED AT SEONGHWA'S RECENT ONE BUT THE PROMO PHOTOS 😵😵😵😵 UHMMM THE LAST PHOTO WITH THE FLAG ESPECIALLY HIS EYES AND PROFILE!!!! Man made the skirt and the undercut trend, lmao. The way he's holding his choker too 😳😳😳😳 The hours are so fucking random iwhshshdhshhs yesterday I was awake today I wasn't 🔫 I missed a Yunhwa live too....also Hwa said his Jeddah outfit made him look more buff... yeah we saw mate

ALSO THIS and THIS I will never stop yelling about the way Seonghwa looks both delicate, soft and sharp, powerful, his whole demeanour in the promo pics is stereotypically masculine, but the skirt and his face makes him look feminine too, pure androgynous perfection

What family Park Seonghwa lmao get your ass over here and protect me yourself

I'm glad you're feeding other stans not just Shitstars, although I wouldn't mind racer Seonghwa 🤗 because the MV to DV made me crave racer Hwa

That author is maddddd in the best possible way, omgggg :o so many long chapters, blesss I admire people for being consistent with uploads. I'm still waiting for some fics to continue, it hurts when the authors disappear, but even more when they post other works and I feel selfish thinking HEY WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER STORY 😭🤧

Hwa did look good unfortunately, like this... this haunts me. Uhm Seonghwa night club dancer AU perhaps??? 👁👄👁 when he seduces Y/N with his hips and Y/N is like uhuhu I'll see myself out! But just imagine Y/N being dragged to that club by her besties and she wasn't having it until certain Mars appeared then she came back to the club on her own... ok I'm done, anywaysssss

Girllll I need some air and the fan is too much sometimes (I start coughing or sneezing), so I prefer natural air flow, sadly it means BUG PARTY. The window is just ajar tho so what the fuck, they see the opportunity and take it

I feel like lore can be a bit limiting, people are tired of Aespa's lore even though they just started because it's kinda cringy, but when well executed MWAH CHEF'S KISS!

This is such an US centred comeback too, because of the time and date IT'LL BE 6AM FOR ME FUCK YOU ALL! Sorry the racists did it to you :/ like I get it, USA is sadly an important market, but for fuck's sake they get KCON's too, they get everything 🤬🤬🤬🤬

Oh shit I need to write that question for Hwa down! They announced 74737 more fan calls and me and my GO friend are ordering more stuff next week, so hopefully both of us win something ❤ I don't wanna be like those people who win 10 fan calls in a row, but maybe I deserve it after not seeing them, heh. But that NFT shit I hope KQ stops working with companies which do them, cause 🔫

Okay I might lend you some of my inches then, we can't have you disowned from the fam <3 I got your baek

Omg ETL noice, I chose completely different movies though some choices were haaaaaard. I've seen 10 things I hate about you so many times as well, lol

P.S. It happened... I dreamt of Mr Kim...🙈🙉🙊 - DV 💖

hi hello!!

LMFAOOOO HOW THE TURNT HAVE TABLES 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫 BDWNBDKWBD RARE MOMENT OF DV ANON LIKING THE UNDERCUT FBNEHD NO BC THEM EYES HIS EYES 😭😮‍💨😮‍💨🤚🏼🤚🏼 STRAIGHT SIREN,,, no BC THE HOURS ARE SO RANDOM WTF IS GOING ON????? PLS THE WAY HEAD HURTS JUST WAITING FOR THEM TO DROP AFTER REFRESHING IT AGAIN AND AGAIN…YEAH BRO LIKE WE DIDNT KNOE IT MADE U BUFF LIKE THATS PROBABLY NOT WHY WE ALL MADE UR ASS TREND 😭😭😭🤚🏼

THAT IS SO TRUE COULDNT BE SAID BETTER WTF HES LIKE THE PERFECT MIX OF FEM AND MASC ENERGY 😭😭 BDMWHDJ A BLESSING AND A CURSE TBH 😭😭 no bc thats such a accurate desc im so surprised

What family Park Seonghwa lmao get your ass over here and protect me yourself

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 HES THE CHARACTER WHO GETS SCARED DURING THUNDERSTORMS AND NEEDS TO WAKE THE OTHER PERSON UP TO COMFORT THEM u know he’d be a pick me, hot take 🤚🏼

I'm glad you're feeding other stans not just Shitstars, although I wouldn't mind racer Seonghwa 🤗 because the MV to DV made me crave racer Hwa

PLS DONT MAKE ME CHANGE FBWHDEKHEKW ive been writing hwa since his birthday last year 😭😭😭🤚🏼 need to start my san era <3 yOU KNOW WHAT ILL INCLUDE HWA IN THE RACER TOO a little action for him too <3

no fr gOD bless authors like that truly truly a saviour for society,,, RIGHT IM WAITING FOR SOME TOO omg do u rmr this san fic from a while back called ouija it was like the BEST san fic in atinyblr but unfortunately the author deactivated,,, he was a demon and the mc was like “bro can we do this tomorrow?” and goes to sleep 😭😭🤚🏼 BREKHD NO BC SAME I THINK OF THAT TOO 😭😭😭🤚🏼

bestie how dare u send that here. do u see that upper- i? wow? LETHAL,,, YOU KNOWWWWWWWWW THAT DO BE SOUNDING REAL GOOD (but i believe someone wrote that for san 😭😭)

NO FR BESTIE IT GETS SO HOT BUT WITH THE FAN IT GETS FREEZING 😭😭 them nose sniffles esp,, BUG PARTY SHUT UP 😭😭😭 SCREAMINGFNWNBDWN u know what u should make a pact with them,, they ur besties u ask them to come over a certain time of the day and boom they’d listen,, theyre loyal bc they only come to ur apartment <3 hopefully they listen <3

I feel like lore can be a bit limiting, people are tired of Aespa's lore even though they just started because it's kinda cringy, but when well executed MWAH CHEF'S KISS!

NO FR aespa has a great lore but its literally been a one year into their debut like pls give them a chance 😭😭🤚🏼tHE BLACK MAMBA ONE IS ABSOLUTE CHEFS KISSES

NO BC WHY 🔫🔫 ALWAYS THE US 🔫🔫 NO YEAH WHEN THEY DO THE “north america tour” bestie i thought canada was there 😭😭 what’s 😭😭 happening 😭😭 NAUR THATS SO TRUE THEY GET KCON TOO AND THE EXCLUSIVE SHIT WHEN ASIA-EUROPE LITERALLY BUILT YALL 😭😭🤚🏼

PLS DO !!!!! omg omg that’s so exciting u get to package things all nicely 😭😭😭🤚🏼 JDBWKDHS 10 CALLS IN A ROW WOULD BE EXHAUSTING 😭😭 no bc i thought we were overthrowing the govt not the environment 😭 what happened kq 😭😭😭

Okay I might lend you some of my inches then, we can't have you disowned from the fam <3 I got your baek

pls thank u so much for ur donation i will open a go fund me fhdhd god bless u and ur legsies <33

Omg ETL noice, I chose completely different movies though some choices were haaaaaard. I've seen 10 things I hate about you so many times as well, lol

I WATCHED IT YESTERDAY AGAIN AND HEATH IS SO 😭😭😭😭🤚🏼🤚🏼🤚🏼😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 AAAA,,, hear me out,,, yunho as heath in 10 things i hate abt u

P.S. It happened... I dreamt of Mr Kim...🙈🙉🙊 - DV 💖

excuse me.

u better have written it all down i need ALL the details ASAP RN ASAP RN RN FULL PARAGRAPHS RN 🔫

also pls ignore any typos im terribly sick <3 and my arms r nUMB <3 AND CHOUSAN AND MINGIVDJDKKW??????

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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Spicy Sunday 🌶🌶 Molly cheap thrills was such a surprise - loved it! The flirting 😍 Now we need to fill in the blanks of what happened when Kate brought him home

Absolutely LOVED Cheap Thrills!!!!! Your writing is constantly amazing, I get so excited every time you post! Would it be too much to request more from this universe, maybe some spice🌶? Wishing you a great upcoming week, love from Canada🇨🇦

so…. cheap thrills spicy sunday?

also klepto drunk molly is very unexpected yet welcome

So I hadn't planned to write this AU really. But I told @readandbemerry but my drunk antics and Cheap Thrills was born! A pair of glasses isn't even my weirdest trophy. I once came back from the bathroom wearing a crown that to this day neither my friends or myself can explain. I have no memory of it. It looks like the kind of thing Julius Caesar would wear.

Okay! Let's do some Spice in this Universe, but I also feel like... you already know how it goes. It was in Kate's drink order 😏😏😏😏😏

Anthony really wasn't sure how he ended up in the back of a taxi with Kate Sharma's lips nipping at his neck, her hand settled on his thigh. He hadn't been able to help himself last night, Someone had stumbled, on their way into the bar, and instinctively his hands had reached out to steady them and suddenly he'd been staring down at most probably the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders, her eyes wide with surprise, her smile apologetic as she mumbled Sorry.

"No worries, Hey-" But she was gone. And Anthony spent the next few hours staring at her laughing across the bar. He'd taken his glasses off to clean them, turned around and suddenly there was a much smaller woman staring up at him.

"Are you a good guy?"

Anthony had been startled but stuttered to answer "Yes. Yeah. Umm I think so. Maybe. No, Yes, I am."

She nodded. "And you're how old?"

"Twen-Twenty-nine?"

"And have you ever killed anybody?"

Benedict beside him had laughed bemusedly, "No!"

"And you have a stable job? You're not like... I don't know making t-shirts from the boot of your car or working on your garage band?"

"I'm a barrister?" He really had no idea what was happening but something was compelling him to answer.

"And your name is?"

"Anthony?"

The woman stared at him scrutinisingly for a moment before saying. "Give me your arm." His arm shot out of its own accord, "Well, Anthony," She was writing something on his arm in felt tip, "You should call Kate. Because you've been eye fucking her all night and she stole your glasses 5 minutes ago."

And then she was gone as well, and Anthony had just stared like a stunned mullet as she followed Kate from the bar, his hand already fumbling for his phone.

"You have to call that Girl." Benedict had said a little incredulously but Anthony was already dialling, his heart racing, it just seemed too good to be- Hi this is Kate Sharma, I can't come to the phone right now but leave a message and I'll get back to you. Maybe not too good to be true.

And then He'd seen her at the bar again, her black dress hugging her body, his glasses perched on top of her head like a trophy, even more beautiful than he'd remembered and it had taken everything in him not to march up to her and claim her lips right there. He wasn't really sure what to expect from a woman who engaged in petty theft when drunk and honestly, she seemed mortally embarrassed by it. But other than that, she was razor sharp. Her witty remarks as sharp as her cheekbones, standing toe to toe with him, drawing him closer with each new fact about herself, and before the bartender had even taken his money, Anthony had known he was going to ask her to dinner, and probably out again after that.

He really hadn't expected her to invite him home, hadn't been looking for it, but that wasn't going to stop him from standing and fumbling over himself as they left the restaurant. As he fumbled around on his phone ordering a taxi he could feel her eyes on him, staring curiously. He turned to face her as he hung up, nerves building in his stomach. Their eyes locked together, and jesus she was beautiful, maybe too beautiful in the bright city lights, tension building between them.

"Can I kiss you?" It swept from his chest a little unbidden.

She'd stepped closer to him, her hand on his chest, burning there. And then he dipped his head and their lips met, and it had never felt like this before. Her lips were moving against his, meeting them just like her banter had, perfectly in sync after just seconds, his hands moving to grip her waist, tugging her tight against him, her hands threading through his hair as the kiss deepened, his leg slipping between hers and-

"Oi!" A car horn sounded startling them apart. "If you get in mate, you might avoid getting arrested." The taxi driver was rolling his eyes, Kate ducking her head a little embarrassedly as Anthony pulled her inside, murmuring her address before her teeth started nipping at his neck, heat building between them.

By the time they reached her flat it had reached a slightly desperate stage, hands fumbling down the corridor, his chest pressing against her back as she fumbled with her keys, a low whine escaping her as he ducked his lips to her collarbone, sucking lightly against it, his teeth following, falling through the door as it swung open. Kate's hands were dragging him down a small corridor, her eyes locked on his.

"I don't um... do this that often, I'm sorry if this is... weird?" She started a little awkwardly, breaking the bubble forming around them, Anthony ducked his head cutting her off with another kiss.

"I have to say, this is definitely the weirdest way anyone's ever flirted with me, and I fucking loved it." Her eyes widened, staring back at him, tension thick in the air. And then she moved, her hands releasing his forearms, sliding to her own back, a zipper drawn down and Anthony felt his mouth drop open. staring. Frozen.

"Are you going to-?" Her fingers playing with the hem of his sweater, her voice soft pulling him from his reverie.

"Oh my god, Yes. Sorry, You're just really pretty and I got a little distracted." Anthony couldn't keep the grin off his face as he tugged his sweater over his head, obscuring her eye roll, tugging his jeans off seconds later.

She was staring at him now, her eyes glazing a little.

"So maybe your mum and I do share the same opinion." her hands were tight on his bicep tugging him back to her.

"I knew it."

And then his lips were on hers again, her exposed skin, setting his on fire as their teeth clashed, tongues tangling, her hips moving against his leg between hers.

"What do you want, Kate?"

She looked a little wild as she stared back at him, her voice rough, her lips tugging upwards in a catlike smile, "Mine's a slow screw against the wall."

A whine escaped his chest, his hands tugging on her legs, lifting them to wrap around her turning them, until she's pressed firmly against the wall, trapped against him. Her smile nearly too bright. His eyes questioning, her legs tightening around him. A gasp given together as their hips started moving together, push and pull, his forehead falling against hers, his spine shivering with the little noises she made as he moved against her, her hands tight in his hair. His glasses still perched on her head, forcing a slightly possessive growl from his chest. Heat building in his stomach slowly, simmering, a steady pace, the noice echoing through the room like his heartbeat Oh My god, Anthony, Anthony, Fuck Fuck, Anthony. Her eyes blown even wider as she shuddered against him, falling apart all around him But Anthony held her together, his arms tight around her as he pulled her from the wall, stumbling a little in the few steps, her breathing ragged in his ear as he laid back against the mattress, forcing him to straddle her.

Kate stared down at him, clearly a little surprised, his own voice rough,

"I like to see a woman on top." a small shrug escaping him.

A slightly breathless laugh bursting from her, as she started to rock against him. "We thank you for your feminist efforts."

Whatever witty response he was going to make died on his lips as she started moving in earnest, her fingernails digging into his chest, his hands tightening on her hips encouraging her against him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge, choked words falling from his lips. Holy Fuck, So beautiful, you're so incredible, Needy, greedy gasps, Again, Kate. Kate Kate Kate, Again Please. A soft cry breaking free from her chest, and he fell over the edge as well.

Kate collapsed again him, reaching up and plucking his glasses from the top of her head, her shoulders still heaving as she fought for breath, sliding his glasses back on his face. Her smile a little brilliant.

"I knew you'd look better with them on."

A breathless laugh from his own lips. "Next time you fuck me, I'll wear them for you, Catwoman."

This got way too long, I'm sorry

#anthony bridgerton: *sees kate* *immediately simps*#cheap thrills #spicy sunday🌶#kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sheffield #kate sharma #molly's asks and answers

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codenamed-queenie · 4 years

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#BatsInQuarantine

I am going insane. So I poured my restlessness into one long and very detailed post and got super into it. Please enjoy this hot mess.

The Justice League, being the well-meaning virus-proof Super Friends that they are, took one good look at the news, one good look at their non-powered friends Ollie, Bruce, and their families, and collectively decided that these normal humans must be Protected At All Costs.

Now, keep in mind, Bruce is never one to roll over when it comes to being benched.

However, he understands the importance of social distancing. He knows he needs to set a good example for his kids, and keep up appearances as Gotham’s Most Responsible Multi-Billionaire.

So. Quarantine it is.

But how are his kids handling it?

Dick -

100% on board in the beginning. Gotta do the Responsible Thing. Gotta set a Good Example. Besides, guys, this is gonna be Fun. Quality Family Time is always a Must.

He lasted 2 days.

Then he started to get twitchy.

And as everyone knows? A Trapped Dick Grayson is a Feral Dick Grayson.

He bounces off the walls.

Literally.

“I have to climb.”

“Dick, no.”

“I have to climb everything.”

Has scaled the manor 16 times already. Has climbed the chandelier. The banister. Bruce. The roof. The Cave. Anything in the house that’s been bolted down and especially anything that hasn’t.

Duke found him clinging to the wall 10 ft off the ground like Spiderman and screamed so loud it shattered glass.

Desperate for news of the outside.

He thrives off of it like a starving man.

Was the one to suggest he and Barbara take a break to Social Distance from each other (”Sorry, babe, kissing spreads germs”) and experienced Instant Regret(TM) approximately 5 minutes after.

The Family has labelled him a Flight Risk Level 1 (Most likely to say f**k it and make a break for the outside world)

Jason -

Accidentally got trapped inside the manor with the others when Bruce called Shutdown. If he had his way, he’d be chilling in his favorite safe-house right now, binging The Witcher with Roy and Artemis, and not worrying about finding a stray brother in his sock drawer.

But he’s nothing if not an opportunist.

The way he sees it, Jason has 3 options:

Self Improvement

Self Isolation (See Duke, Cass, and Damian)

Descension Into Madness (See Dick and Steph)

And, well, he always wanted to try a few things. Now he’s got the free time to do it.

So he settles on baking.

Alfred’s got enough food and raw ingredients stored up to feed an army. (Not because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder in times like these. But because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder all the time. Just try feeding 11+ teenagers sometime.)

Uses recipes he finds off Google.

His first few attempts are, in a word, ‘tragic’.

Alfred slips him a few of his recipe cards, and Jason suddenly starts seeing Results.

Turns out he’s pretty good at this baking thing once he gets the hang of it.

Hope everyone’s okay eating nothing but pie, macaroons, biscuits, and whatever else Jason whips up.

Cause that’s gonna be the only food left by the time he’s done.

Barbara -

Self-quarantined with her dad.

They’ve been binge-watching classic black and white movies together.

It’s a fun time, but she’s started to get a little antsy. Loving her dad and wanting to be around him 24/7 are, understandably, mutually exclusive.

Calls the manor to video-chat every day.

For her sanity just as much as theirs.

Gives everyone little challenges to film on their phones and send in. She makes compilations of everyone’s submissions so they can all watch and laugh together.

Bonus points for Creativity

One comp shows the family trying to drop Mentos into coke bottles.

Dick did a handstand, and dropped his Mento from the second story balcony.

Tim did it wearing the Batman cowl. The soda exploded into his face, and the rest of the video is just Bruce’s Shrieking.

Stephanie tried it, but the bottle tipped. Everyone on camera screamed as the bottle rocketed through the front window.

She spends most of her calls having one-on-one convos with Dick.

They’ve come up with little code phrases so they can be Cheesy even with family members lurking in the background.

She thinks the way he clings to the monitor is cute.

Almost like he’s giving her a hug through the screen.

(It’s easier than letting herself worry about his mental state, at least)

Tim -

Oh this boy.

Freaked out for the first five minutes before he decided ‘hey wait, Bruce is letting me stay in my pajamas all day? Noice.’

Now he’s just vibing.

The rest of his family is Low-Key shielding him.

He Has No Spleen, you see.

Steph: “Someone could cough on him and he could die!”

He just goes about his day, playing Animal Crossing like there’s no tomorrow, tinkering on projects, taking naps, etc. Living his best life.

Meanwhile there’s always someone lurking behind him, keeping watch, keeping him safe.

Dick sneezed within 5 feet of Tim once (the fact that he was on top of the dusty bookshelf Tim was perusing is irrelevant)

Jason still full-body tackled him the second Tim’s back was turned.

No one with any symptoms--

Like, any symptoms. They don’t even have to be Corona-related.

--is allowed within 10 feet of Tim.

Tim has been wandering the manor for weeks, now, without seeing another human being.

(He sees Dick on the ceiling sometimes, but that doesn’t really count)

He’s been trying increasingly drastic pranks and shenanigans to draw someone, anyone, out.

But it doesn’t matter how many times he steals Damian’s sword, or sets fire to Jason’s brownie bites.

Nobody wants to risk it.

Cass -

No one has seen her since quarantine started.

Everyone is approximately 87% sure she’s somewhere in the manor though

Because she does eat the meals Alfred leaves out for her.

Or at least someone does, at any rate.

(Jason and Santa top the running suspects list)

Santa was Steph’s suggestion. For some reason it snowballed.

It’s assumed that Cass misunderstood the meaning of ‘social distancing’ and took it too far.

But no one knows for sure.

She is Tim’s Guardian Angel.

People who so much as clear their throats a little too loudly anywhere near him suddenly wake up on a different floor of the house four hours later.

Duke came closest to spotting her while he was up in the attic.

Either that, or there’s another Creepy Sister everyone forgot to tell him about living up there.

She is silent, and watchful, sticking to the shadows, but she does leave the occasional note out to brighten her siblings’ day.

Things like ‘helo i love u’ and ‘hop u ar ok’ mostly.

She is bound and determined to protect her family from this invisible threat, no matter the cost.

Steph -

Like Dick, she was Super Pumped at first.

(Just kind of showed up at Wayne Manor before quarantine was enacted. The original purpose of her visit is unclear, but regardless, she’s Trapped.)

Also Like Dick, her descent into madness was swift.

She is impossible to pin down.

Not like Cass or Damian, who’ve stayed off the grid, and are therefore Untraceable.

No. She’s impossible to pin down, because she never stops moving.

Switches seamlessly between Zumba on top of the Giant Dinosaur in the Batcave, and furiously knitting Alfred (the Cat) a sweater with a pair of Tim’s used chopsticks.

Braided everyone’s hair while they were asleep.

Even Bruce’s.

She tried to do Tim’s, but somehow blacked out and regained consciousness in the attic.

When she woke up with a scream and a furiously twitching eye, she startled Duke out of his Makeshift Fort he built out of old cardboard boxes and antique furniture. He’s had to resort to finding a new hiding place.

Sometimes, on the rare occasions she does sit still, staring off into the distance, she’ll suddenly start laughing hysterically. This may last between thirty seconds and thirty minutes, depending entirely on how long it’s been since she’s knitted a cat sweater or done cartwheels through every room in the house.

Blew up the greenhouse out back, somehow.

Everyone has agreed not to talk about it.

Some people were built to handle prolonged time inside their homes.

Stephanie Brown is not that way.

Damian -

Damian Wayne Cannot Be Contained.

At least not inside the house.

He took off thirty-six hours into quarantine.

Thanks to the security equipment around the borders of the Wayne Estate, he can’t escape the grounds.

(He’s tried and failed multiple times. Jason and Bruce have a running bet on how many times the perimeter alarms will go off per day.)

(Jason is winning.)

He wanders the grounds with Titus as his only companion.

The two of them run laps, practice drills, and find ways to occupy their time.

No one’s entirely sure what those ways are.

In fact, nobody knows exactly where Damian is at any given time.

Only that he is Out There.

And he’s the best security system Wayne Manor’s ever had.

So far, he’s stopped five groups of civilians scaling the perimeter walls before the lasers and electric nets even have a chance to deploy.

They were trying to break in and steal supplies.

(Even ones they already had in surplus. Like Toilet Paper.)

He’s also stopped Dick from escaping twelve (12) times.

Drags him back by his shirt collar and deposits him on the welcome mat.

Usually with a note for Alfred/Jason, requesting more fruit tarts.

Duke -

Did not leave the attic for two weeks.

Then Steph discovered his hiding spot (read: was dumped there by Cassandra) which forced him to relocate to the basement.

Yes, it turns out Wayne Manor does have a basement.

This was a surprise to Duke, who always thought that the Batcave was Bruce Wayne’s basement.

Alfred keeps him supplied with all the necessities:

i.e. food, magazines, assorted pastries from Jason’s latest batch, usually straight out of the oven.

Duke also snagged the Manor’s Alexa.

She has become a sort of ‘Wilson’ to Duke’s ‘Chuck Noland’.

She is his only comfort. His only ally.

He’s determined to wait out this quarantine, doing his best to avoid the others.

Duke has seen these people under pressure.

He knows exactly what he’s dealing with.

Duke: “Alexa is the only motherf****r in this madhouse I ever respected.”

*offended butler noises from the other room*

Duke: “And also Alfred.”

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babyboy-cody · 3 years

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Hello alyssa, i have been thinking about little reader and daddy bill with some major size kink recently, i love all you're work you are a fantastic writer.

hello darling! i’m with ya on that. my size kink has gone through the roofs tonight 🥵 and thank you so much, love <3

The fireplace illuminated a soft orange glow in the darkened living room. It was eerily quiet, but also peaceful and comforting. Miles and miles away from human population and surrounded inside your home with hundreds of thick, tall trees, you felt at ease. Taking small sips of your sweet tea, you turned a page of your book and sunk deeper into the sofa. The wind howled outside, making the hinges on your windows rattle. Although there was a majority percentage of the world that absolutely despised the cold, you were one of the few who enveloped it with your warm and gentle arms. You welcomed it into your home like a long lost friend needing a place to sleep after a long journey. It wasn’t odd to feel that way. Others would disagree, but you couldn't care less.

There was soft thumping coming from above, which left you wondering what Bill was doing that caused him to make so much noice. You were pulled out of your peaceful headspace when you heard his massive footsteps thump down the wooden steps, causing the floorboards under your feet to tremor lightly. You peeked around your shoulder and tightened the knit blanket around your small body when Bill came around the corner, his hair messy and his gray cotton shirt rumpled.

"What're you still doing up, angel? I thought bedtime was at 10," he mumbles and stifles a nod behind a closed fist. "And it's almost two in the morning."

"I'm sorry, Billy," you sheepishly said and gave him a shy smile, feeling your cheeks heat up when he gives you a stern look with his arms crossed over his broad chest. "I just have a few more chapters left!"

"Put the book down," he tells you, using his daddy voice almost immediately when he sees your lips form a pout. "Now, angel."

You swallowed down a whine, only releasing a barely-there whimper instead. You fold the corner down on the page you were on and marked down with your pencil a small arrow on the last sentence you read. As you got up to fold the blanket that was wrapped around your body, you sharply turned and immediately bumped into Bill's chest, eliciting a small gasp. You shakily swallowed and peered up at him, feeling so intimidated but so comforted at how he towers over you. He looks so big and scary, the orange glow from the fireplace illuminating dark shadows around him. But you weren't scared, not scared at all. Butterflies erupted in your stomach like a swarm. You cheeks got even warmer when he looked down at you and raised his brows.

"Now, we're gonna go upstairs and you're gonna brush your teeth and get under the covers, is that understood?" His voice was a low hum, so smooth like honey. When you didn't answer, lowering your head in shame, his massive hand wraps around your lower jaw to lift your head up, his fingertips pressing into your pulse points just barely, but still enough to feel the flutters of your sped up heartbeat. "I said, is that understood? Or are you not hearing me correctly?"

"Yes daddy," you whimpered pathetically. "'m sorry."

"Good," he grins and gently rubs his thumb across your bottom lip, your tongue jutting out, just barely licking his soft fingertip. "Now, head upstairs, do what I said, and daddy will reward you."

He steps a little closer now, forcing your head to tilt back even more to look up at him. His body radiates warmth that was much more powerful than the fireplace behind you. You exhaled a shaky breath when he lowered his his entire upper half in order to be head level with you.

"You're not doing a good job at listening to me, sweetheart."

And with that, you hurriedly run passed him and up the steps, followed by a door slamming and running water. Bill stands there for a few seconds with a grin on his face, shaking his head soon after and following after you.

#size kink #MAJOR size kink #i’m talkin HUUGGEEE #daddy!bill x little!reader #bill skarsgård x reader #i always think about bill being 6’4 #and me being 4’11 #yes you heard me... 4 fucking 11 #oceanablue ask

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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haha it's me again! could i get iida dating a delinquent male reader? (stuff like he smokes and breaks rules) like iidas trying to get the reader to follow the rules and he's like "i'll do that if you go on a date with me" so he does and the readers actually a really chill guy and they have a fun time, some fluff please?

IIDA DUDE MY GOD. MY RELIGION. MY SAVIOR. ok. Okok so. You said fluff and I delivered. But like-I mayyyyybe sprinkled in some angst. No worries. Fluff ending guaranteed. Also you know I enjoyed writing something when I broke my 1000 words rule. Like sheesh this is 3000 pLUS WORDS-

Also if iidareaders reblogs I’ll eat my shirt in joy

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Iida x reader - Selfish Promise

⚠️warnings - delinquent reader? Selfish-y Iida? Idk. None lmao

Pronouns - male, he/him

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(Y/n) wasn’t going to lie. Iida really got on his nerves. He’s always up his ass about sagging his pants down low, or running in the hallways. It’s not like it was his business. He was in class 1-B, for god sakes.

Everyone in 1-A knew him as that “1-B boy” who always liked fucking with Iida. And he did, it was fun to see him get all pissy and red when he unbuttoned his dress shirt to the point you could easily flash him if you tugged hard enough. Iida was pretty, but even more pretty when he’s flustered. He wasn’t going to deny the fluttery feeling in his chest when he sees an opportunity to interact with Iida.

Which is how (y/n) found himself smoking outside the UA dorms, sitting outside on the steps and staring up at the sky. He didn’t smoke much, only when he really needed to destress, but something felt compelling to just pull one out today.

He already heard the engine boosted footsteps hurling his way, a smile growing on his lips. Once the blue haired boy was in sight however, he wiped it off and replaced it with a neutral expression.

“You shouldn’t be smoking on school property, (L/n)-kun!”

“Mm? And you shouldn’t be on 1-Bs dorms. Wait til Vlad or Monoma finds out.”

Iida stumbled back, biting back the scowl forming on his face. He took the cigarette out from (y/n’s) fingers, and stomped on it. (Y/n) clicked his tongue as Iida hiked his glasses up his nose further.

“Stop acting like such a ruffian!”

“Then go on a date with me.”

Iida choked on his own spit. He knew that (y/n) joked around a lot, but this was just excessive.

“(L-L/n), you shouldn’t joke about such intimate matters like that with someone you barely kn-“

“I’m not joking.” (Y/n) stood up from his step, and stood infront of the taller boy. “I’m dead serious.”

Iida opened his mouth, then closed it. “(L/n) it is highly inappropriate for two students, let alone boys, to go on a romantic outing! This is a place for learning!”

“How bout we make a promise then? A deal if you must.” (Y/n) seemed completely calm, but inside he was sweating like a clam. He had said it on impulse, and there was no going back. Either sell it till he declines or hell, he has a date.

“If you be my boyfriend and go out with me for one full day, I’ll stop acting like a ‘ruffian’ or something. I’ll follow the rules and whatnot.”

“B-boyf...” Iidas words got caught in his mouth. “W-WHY?”

“I’m not going to try anything...! It’s..it’s just for my own...reasons...! If...that makes sense...”

Iida ran a hand through his hair. Did (L/n), a delinquent, like-like him? A proper former man from the Iida family? He wasn’t romantically attracted to the shorter boy at all, but this was a good chance! He could finally be set on the right path if he agreed to be his significant other for one day! Easy enough!

Iida pushed up his glasses once more. “Fine. I will do it. But afterwards you better keep your end of the bargain.”

(Y/n) held the tiniest smile and extended his pinky. Iida looked at him confused, before hesitantly interlocking their fingers and shaking it.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Gimme your number. I’ll text you the info later.” They exchanged phone numbers, and Iida bid him goodbye.

(Y/n) felt like he was on top of the world.

—————

“Oi Iida! Over here!” (Y/n) waved his arms around frantically, trying to get the boys attention. Iida spotted him, and made a beeline towards him. He gave a smile and bowed slightly.

“Good morning, (L/n)-kun.”

“Morning! Haha, I’m glad you came! I didn’t think you’d actually show...and you’re on time aswell! As expected of uptight iida.”

(Y/n) was in a pink, slightly oversized hoodie and black sweatpants. Iida was expecting him to be in full black, ripped clothing with skulls on it. He wasn’t expecting him to look so...soft? If you looked at him, you wouldn’t think he was the same person smoking on the steps of a prestigious school.

“Oh well, what time did you get here?”

“An hour ago.”

Iida deadpanned. Even he wasn’t that extra. “Why...”

(Y/n) rubbed the back of his neck shyly and chuckled. “I was so happy I couldn’t wait, ahaha!”

(Y/n’s) probably smiled more times today then the whole time he’s been enrolled into UA. It was an odd sight, but Iida felt a sort of proudness that he was probably the only one who got to see this side of him. He glanced at his face one more time, this time, looking at his red eyes and cheeks.

“...are your eyes swollen..?”

“Oh I...I couldn’t sleep...”

(Y/n) awkwardly chuckled for the 100th time that morning. Iida was about to go on a tangent about how sleep is important to you, but (y/n) suddenly grabbed his wrist, and pulled him forwards. He was practically dragging the poor boy.

“Is there anything specific you wanna do, Iida?” (Y/n) mused, looking around the plaza.

Iida shrugged.

“No, not really. Today’s more of your day, so I’m fine with anything.”

A bright red painted itself onto (y/n’s) cheeks, as he turned back around to hide it. It was usually iida getting all red and flustered, (y/n) wasn’t used to it. Still, it felt kinda nice.

“Awesome dude!”

(Y/n) went on rambling about places they could go to or eat at, but Iidas ears drowned out the noice as he looked at his smiling face. He didn’t know someone so...rude, could look so sweet. (Y/n) tugged at Iidas shoulder.

“...though I suppose, we could just go to a field and train, right?”

—————

(Y/n) got back up to his feet for the 5th time, and charged at Iida. He knew he couldn’t beat him with speed, so he’d have to rely on his quirk as much as he could. They were sparring in a little patch of grass near a small clearing, with a big tree providing the two boys shade. Iida swerved out of the way, making the smaller boy tumble onto the ground face first.

“Ah! (Y/n)! Are you okay?”

Iida rushed to the boys side and tangled his fingers in his hair. “It’s a little swollen but it’s not bleedi...(L/n)-kun...?”

(Y/n) hid his blush with the back of his hands and tensed up. “You..called me...(y/n)...dude..”

It was Iidas turn to tense up. His glasses fogged up as he swung his arms around madly. “IM TERRIBLY SORRY! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I SWEAR! IJUSTGOTWORRIEDANDSAIDITONACCIDEN-“

“Dude it’s fine! I-I dont mind..!” (Y/n) jabbed him lightly on the chest.

“L-let me treat you to some food! As apology for your head I mean!” Iida stood up, pulling (y/n) to his feet aswell.

—————

(Y/n) was rambling on nervously again, with chopsticks resting nimbly between his fingers. Iida couldn’t help but gaze at his face. His eyes were softer than he expected, softer than the mockingly hardened eyes he pointed like a sword towards people at UA. His gentle clad smile could raise the heavens, with one crinkle near his left eye and a dimple dangerously close to the corner of his mouth. He had unusually long eyelashes for a guy, but it made him look even more pretty for a bad boy.

“Why are you a delinquent at school when you’re such a sweet and funny person?” The words dripped out of Iidas mouth unconsciously, quickly covering his mouth too late.

(Y/n) flushed bright red, squeezing his chopsticks a little too tightly. “W-well...I don’t know. It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose. People just think I am because i don’t like socializing with everyone I meet? Like-id rather hang out with someone I know and like than go out of my my way to befriend all of class B, y’know? Does that make sense? Ahaha sorry I’m rambling again. I don’t get to talk much with my few friends. And they’ve pretty much heard everything I have to say so it’s refreshingtotalktoa-“

Iida cut him off before he talked his tongue off. “If you don’t talk to people you don’t know well, then why are you talking to me so openly?”

“Because I like you.”

(Y/n) said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He wasn’t tripping over his words, or laughing nervously. He looked at Iida and said it like saying “the sky is blue” with so much certainty, it made a knot tighten in iidas throat.

Iidas question was, why though? Why did his heart thump along the buttery smooth rhythm of (y/n’s) voice? Why did his head reel every time he saw (y/n’s) eyes light up talking about something he found interesting? Why was he at such a loss for words when his gaze fell on him so attentively?

Iida cleared his throat. Maybe he was just excited to have a new friend. He didn’t see him in a romantic light! How could he? He’s just worked up on the fact that this hardass delinquent boy wasn’t who he thought he was.

“Shall we go, then?”

————

The date went by like a dream. Technically it wasn’t over yet, as the promise was for a full “day”, but window shopping and dicking around while Iida chops aggressively really tires you out. They both ended the day by sparring at the same clearing, before taking refuge on a bus stop bench. The sun was completely gone. Leaving behind the pasty purple and blue sky, washing over and killing the clouds.

“Ahhh, time flies by so fast! Damn, well, the days still not yet over soooo.”

“Yes, yes I know.” Iida chuckled. He thought he was going to have to bear through this day, but it was actually quite splendid. He definitely feels like he’s made a new friend.

“Well, is there anything you wish to do before the day is over?”

“Yeah um, so,” (y/n) cast his eyes down, fiddling with his fingers. “C-can we hold hands..?”

Iida wordlessly set his hand on top of (y/n’s) smaller one, waiting as he interlocked their fingers together. His hand was warm, way warmer than (y/n) was expected. He didn’t know, Iida seemed like a cold hands guy.

They sat quietly under the ambient streetlight, occasionally rubbing a thumb over the others hand, feeling it’s warmth and staring off into the distance. Iida didn’t notice his eyes drooping lower and lower until they were finally closed.

Iida let his thoughts roam. It was something he did when he was going to bed, or simply just resting his eyes for a bit. He thought of his family, what he would do for class on Monday, and finally, (y/n). It was the most prominent thing on his mind, and not because he was unconsciously resting his head on his shoulder, softly but firmly gripping the warm hand underneath his own.

The idea of (y/n) so soft and vulnerable in front of anyone else didn’t sit right with him. He wanted that sweet, kind side all to himself. It was selfish, and even wrong if he thought about it. (Y/n) was so sweet and respectable during this “date” of theirs. Perfect manners for when inside the classroom. If anything, he should be more than glad to have the world share this side of him.

So why was he feeling this way?

He felt a shoulder nudge from under his head, before a hand started vigorously poking at his cheek. He initially ignored it, but once he registered the current situation he jerked up and

“Iida. Iida wake up. It’s 11:40. We should be heading back before midnight. A-at least I want to so we can um...we can still technically legally hold hands by promise-“

Iida rubbed at his eyes in embarrassment. “My sincerest apologies for falling asleep! It was not my intention-“

”oh no it’s all good! I-I kinda fell asleep too. It’s been like...2 hours.”

Iida checked his watch. (Y/n) was right. 11:45 pm. He knocked his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose and stood up. He extended a hand to (y/n) who tiredly accepted it and pulled himself off the bench.

They spedwalked towards the train station to catch a train back to UA, when (y/n) tugged on his sleeve, halting temporarily.

“Iida.”

Iida turned around with a hum. (Y/n) kept his eyes fixated on the ground, but held on to the sleeve of Iidas jacket like a lifeline.

“Today...is almost over.”

“Yes, um, it’s about 11:57 so we should hurry back-“

“Before the day officially ends,...can you kiss me?”

Iida focused on (y/n’s) downcast face. It wasn’t an expression of nervousness or any sort of flustered emotion. Instead it held a look of unreadable shame.

“If you do, then I would have no regrets. My feelings for you will also end here. I’ll try my best to end it. My feelings grow stronger for you everyday when we bicker or when I simply just see you, so I want to end this with a grand fina-“

“I refuse.”

(Y/n) looked up. Iida glasses glared white, preventing him from seeing his cerulean eyes. But he got his answer from the frown Iida was sporting on his face. Even he could agree, it was a silly request, but he couldn’t help by feeling just a tad bit hurt by how quickly he was shut down.

“I understand.”

(Y/n) averted his eyes, flushing with embarrassment. He scanned the area for something other than Iida to look at, before his eyes landed on the parks clock.

12 am.

Midnight.

The date was officially over.

(Y/n) was quick to let go of the sleeve he’d been clutching for a while now. “A-ah! The day has ended. The dates over.”

He stepped back and ducked his head into a 90 degree bow. “Thank you so so much for coming with me today.”

“I’m really happy.”

His expression betrayed his words. If there was one word to describe it, Iida would say it looked dead. Hollow, even. It looked hollow, like the sinking feeling harboring itself in his chest. He knocked against his ribcage multiple times to shake the achy feeling in his chest, but it never went away.

“Well, let’s head back now. It’s late.”

(Y/n) silently walked past Iida. It wasn’t until seeing his watery face drenched in silent hot tears walk by that Iida realized,

He was in love with (L/n) (Y/n).

He was in love with the sweet delinquent boy who smokes and sits on desks, but also has the most hypnotizing laugh. He was in love with the boy who wore saggy pants to school, but also wore an oversized pink hoodie that made Iida reluctantly imagine him wearing one of his own jackets. Oh, how cute he would look.

He was hopelessly, graciously, entirely in love with (L/n) (Y/n).

Iida ran up to (y/n), who had walked past him and kept going with the assumption that he was behind him. His breath crystallized in the form of fog when he ran, faster than he ever did without using his engines. There wasn’t enough time to hike the fabric of his pants up, and he’d rather not burn them to a crisp with the steam from his engine.

“(L-L/n)!”

He wasn’t sure if he heard him. He was still a great length away.

“(L/n)!”

He was closer now. Close enough for him to hear. He was either lost in his thoughts or outright ignoring him.

“(Y/N)!”

The boy whipped his head around so fast, his tears flung into the cold air and landed beside him on the ground. Iida didn’t think far ahead as to brace for landing, choosing instead to glomp (y/n) into a soul crushing hug. Though, it was more of a tackle with the the way they both tumbled over and hit the ground with a thud.

(Y/n) was able to soften the blow with his quirk, but the impact of Iida landing on his chest still knocked the wind out of him. He was waiting for Iida to start swinging his hands and start apologizing profusely, but instead got pulled up to his knees and encased in a more gentle hug.

He was buried in the crook of Iida neck, who in return nuzzled himself into (y/n’s) hair. They stood, or rather kneeled, in a stiff silence, rocking back and forth ever so gently.

“Sorry.”

“Wah! Don’t apologize! You did nothing wrong, you had the full right to deny my request-“

“No, not for that.” Iida untangled himself from the warmth of (y/n’s) body to look at him seriously. “I’m sorry for breaking our promise. Our deal.”

(Y/n) wiped his stray tears away, all bitterness turning itself into lighthearted confusion. “But you didnt-“

(Y/n’s) words fizzled out in his throat when a pair of lips shut him up. His eyes fluttered closed as he wrapped his arms shakily around Iidas neck, drawing him closer than he already his. After what seemed like forever, Iida suddenly jumped back with fogged up glasses and heavy blush on his face.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking! Forgive me!”

“You know, all you’ve done was apologize all day. Is this what you normally do in class?”

“NO!” Iida fell back on his ass, a yelp escaping from his throat. (Y/n) chuckled ironically, pushing himself up to his feet and extending a hand towards the blue haired boy.

“I still don’t see how you broke our deal.”

Iida dusted himself off and adjusted his glasses. “Well-listen I-“ For once in his life, he was at a loss for words.

“I...want to e-extent it. O-Our date, I mean.”

Iida stood rigid as a board as (y/n) blinked.

“Wait-so like, you’ll go out with me tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

“And the day after that.”

“Yes I suppose so.”

“A-and how bout a week from now-“

Iida grabbed (y/n’s) shoulders and shook him roughly. And by rough, I mean rough. This boy has enough beef to throw (y/n) into the sun.

“I-I WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU FOREVER! I WANT YOU TO BE MY BOYFRIEND! I...I WANT TO BE YOUR BOYFRIEND! I WANT YOUR KINDNESS AND SWEETNESS ALL TO MYSELF! SO BE IT YOU’RE UNINTENTIONALLY A NEGLIGENT BOY AT SCHOOL! I WANT THIS SPECIAL SIDE OF YOU RESERVED FOR MYSELF! IVE NEVER BEEN SELFISH IN MY WHOLE LIFE SO SURELY THIS IS FINE! I WANT TO BE SELFISH! I WANT TO HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS MORE! I WANT TO GO ON SOME MORE DATES WITH YOU! (Y/N)-KUN I LOVE YOU!”

Iida has never considered himself selfish. He wasn’t the type to want something all to himself. If his friends wanted to be friends with someone he disapproved of, so be it. If he bought food but a fellow classmate was starving, he’d be eating only half as his classmate would be happily munching on their portion. If it was reasonable, he’d be willing to give up anything. It was the right thing to do.

Surely all of those good deeds would permit him to be selfish just this once. He’d never known the feeling of wanting something so bad to the point you felt like you were boiling. Of wanting no one else to have someone look at them the same way they looked at him. And how utterly satisfying it felt to have someone to claim as your own. Just this once couldn’t hurt anyone.

And by god, the impossibly wide smile (y/n) held was one thousand percent worth it.

————

“Halt! No running in the hallways, (L/n)-Kun!”

(Y/n) slowed down to a stop and sighed. “Dude, get off my dick.”

“Still pestering (L/n) huh? As expected of Iida!” Mina and Uraraka giggled, as they both disappeared inside the 1-A classroom. The hallway was empty now, making both Iida and (y/n) relax. (Y/n’s) pissed off expression softened, a smile now growing on his face. Iida swears it’s like talking to two different people. It’s kind of scary.

“Good morning, Tenya-Chan~”

“Uh-uh. Don’t ‘Tenya-Chan’ me. You know the rules. You owe me a kiss for breaking a rule. Gimme.”

Iida made grabby hands at (y/n), puckering his lips jokingly. God, he didn’t want to admit it but (y/n’s) sense of humor was rubbing off on him.

(Y/n) snorted at his boyfriends antics, pressing a gentle kiss onto his mouth. “Well-I gotta go, bye bye, Tenya! See you later. Call me, you sexy lamppost.”

(Y/n) timpered off to his classroom, his bad boy attitude returning once he stepped inside. Iida stood there, in utter confusion, before turning around and walking inside his own class.

“Ne ne, Iida, I’ve noticed you’re kinda like...less strict with that 1-B baddie. What’s up?”

Mina followed behind Iida with a curious, shit eating smile on her face.

“Ah. We...became good friends. He’s not as bad as I thought, I suppose.”

Mina looked at Iida unconvinced.

“You know, I saw you and bad boy kissing out there. My god. Iida. You gay liar.”

Iida, along with probably everyone else in class 1-A, collectively choked on air.

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