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zoeyslament · 5 months

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Christmas in Uranium

A Ride the Cyclone Christmas oneshot I wrote, below the cut. Minor tws for dr*g mentions and swearing.

Oh yeah also it’s Nischa and PerfectDolls haha

I included a “bonus character” in here with a name I headcanon him to have, surprise!!

The first snowfall of the year came on November 25th. The air had cooled down significantly since the Fall Fair, and classes were back in full swing. The Christmas season had begun (despite Ocean’s insistence that it didn’t start until December first) and that could mean only one thing: the choir’s annual Secret Santa Swap.

“Okay everyone!” Ocean climbed atop the wiggly stool, balancing herself by holding onto a table. She had in hand a top hat stolen from the costume closet behind the stage, filled with slips of paper. “I want everyone to pick a piece of paper to see who you’ll be shopping for this year!” She announced to the choir, who were gathered around her, watching with emotions that ranged from excitement to disdain.

“I’ll go first!” She dug her hand into the hat, read off her piece of paper, then tucked it in the pocket of her dress. “Ricky, you go next.”

Ricky adjusted his neon green sweater, which was far too big for him as it was, and reached out for the hat. He smiled when he read off the name, then took the hat from Ocean and passed it to Constance, who took a slip for herself then passed it to Penny. Penny drew a name, looking it over and looking slightly uneasy, then passed the hat to Noel, who took one for himself and passed the remaining piece to Mischa, without unfolding it.

“The gift swap officially ends on December 15th!” Ocean reminded them. “Happy shopping!”

“So…” Penny slumped down on Ricky’s beanbag chair a few days later. “I have no idea how to shop for presents. I got Connie, and she’s always making such sweet gifts for everyone, I don’t think anything I could get her could stack up!”

Ricky looked at her thoughtfully. “I’m not much good at it either, to be honest. Normally I’d tell you to burn the paper in a fire, but since it’s Christmas, I have to be nice. Just…buy from the heart?”

”My heart is a raccoon.” Penny smiled. Ricky glanced at her, but Penny decided not to provide further information.

“Yeah…right.” Ricky nodded along. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.” He stood up, grabbed his crutches, then started to make his way out. “I’m gonna grab a snack, want one?” She shook her head. “I’m gonna get going, I have shopping to do!!”

”Of course I get stuck buying for Ocean…” Noel grumbled, tossing himself onto his bed and staring up at the fairy lights that hung from his ceiling. “The biggest bitch in the entirety of St. Cassian’s, and I somehow have to come up with a gift she’ll like.”

He rolled over so his head was nestled against his pillow, burrowing into a blanket. “Well, I mean, she doesn’t have to like it, but it needs to be creative, at least. But maybe I should be nice just this one time?” He sighed, talking to no one in particular. “Think, think, what does Ocean like? School, being a bitch, most likely Penny…” he trailed off. He had an idea, and best of all, it wouldn’t take a single dollar!

“Ocean!” Mischa was banging on the ginger’s door a few days into the Secret Santa Swap time. “I need help with swap. It is not easy to buy present. I have no money. And also no ideas.”

Ocean opened the door. “Mischa it’s ten o clock at night. In December. In Canada. It’s negative four degrees, where is your jacket?”

”Ukrainian men do not feel cold!” Mischa snapped, despite his chattering teeth and shivering form. “Only rage and-“

”Passion, yes Mischa, I get it.” Ocean sighed. “Come inside and I can help you with the gift thing.” She opened the door to her house.

Mischa’s nose was nearly blown off—the entire place smelled of weed. Ocean seemed rather ashamed of this. “I know that face.” She said darkly. “My room smells better, I promise.” She pointed to a door at the end of the hallway. “In there.”

Mischa opened it up. Ocean’s room was vastly different than the rest of the house—while what he’d seen of the kitchen and living room was messy and grimy and smelled of drugs, Ocean’s bedroom was spotless and smelled of lavender and rosemary, thanks to one of those insense diffusors. The bed was neatly made—a twin sized mattress with pure white sheets and pillowcases. The walls were pale grey, the curtains sky blue, the ceiling and trim were white. It looked like a room you’d find at a rental house, almost as if Ocean put in effort to make it look like nobody lived there at all.

She sat down in the chair in the corner, just a plain grey armchair, and looked at Mischa. “Who did you get for the swap if you don’t mind me asking?”

He glanced down at his feet, his face a bit red. Ocean got the memo. “Well, you know what he likes.” She said. “But… I feel your pain. I got Penny.”

Mischa scrunched his brow in confusion. “You like Penny? I thought you were…not a girl kisser.”

”The word is heterosexual, Mischa. You would be, erm, correct. Yeah, I must have misunderstood you. But…you got Noel, yes?”

”Yes.” He folded his hands. “What am I supposed to do? He is my poet!”

Ocean bit her lower lip in questioning. “Well, he doesn’t know you like him, right? He’s pretty dense. Not as dense as you, but dense, still. Maybe your Christmas present to him could be…” she mimed a ‘kissy face’.

“And you could do same for Penny?” He chuckled, to which Ocean huffed.

“I told you, I don’t like Penny.” She insisted. “Now are you going home or staying here?”

He sighed. “Neither is ideal. Your house smells like the boys’ bathroom by the teachers’ lounge. You know, the one where they-“

”Smoke weed, yes, I know.” Ocean finished. “My parents are really into…that stuff.” She scrambled to her desk, pulled a pack of matches out of the drawer, and proceeded to light another candle. “Perfect.”

“Mhm.” He looked back at Ocean’s. “I think I’ll go home. Smells better there.”

The walk home was tedious to say the least. Ocean lived on the very end of a one-way, dead-end street that led all the way through the woods that surround Uranium City, which, though sparse, were dark and scented of pitch. Mischa kicked up pebbles and sidewalk salt on the way home. The road was mostly clear, but he feared patches of black ice.

”Whole thing’s so dumb. I’ll never find something suitable for poet. May as well just give up.” He muttered, the cold night wind scooping up his words like air beneath a bird’s gentle wings. He remembered what his mother had told him about giving gifts, that the best ones came from the heart, but that was back in Ukraine, when the only person who would even want to give him a gift was his mother. Now, with a whole group of friends, and some very confusing feelings about Noel, this whole gift-giving thing was hard.

When he finally got home, he was surprised to find the front door left unlocked for him. Usually it was shut and locked tight after his foster parents went to bed, whether Mischa was inside the house or not. Perhaps this was their early Christmas present to him.

He slipped inside and locked the door behind him for those fuckers’ sake, then made his way down the basement steps to his makeshift bedroom, which was really just a futon and a tv positioned on a milk crate. There was a shabby old rug, as well as a cardboard box filled with his foster parents’ old junk: a sewing machine and some scraps of fabric, a half-broken coffee maker, and a clock that was missing the hour hand.

Mischa sat down on the futon and tore off the clothes he was wearing, leaning back for sleep in just his boxers, when he saw something peeking out of the box of junk: a spool of thread, with a needle sticking into it. Mischa remembered when his mother used to sew with him, little projects, like book-marks and pillowcases, but he imagined he could probably pull something off if he tried. So from that old box, Mischa, still clad only in his heart-patterned boxer shorts, gathered a pile of materials, fired up the sewing machine, and got to work.

“What on Earth do I buy for someone who spends half his time drinking cheap vodka, and the other half watching slasher flicks?” Ricky stroked the head of his soft grey tabby cat, Buzz. Buzz purred and rolled over for belly rubs, but was no help in the Christmas shopping department. Ricky chuckled. “Everyone needs a cat like you, huh buddy? You’re like…free therapy with fur!” The cat rolled over again, this time sticking his rump up for Ricky to pet, and the boy obliged happily.

“Maybe Mischa would appreciate a cat,” he laughed, “though I personally wouldn’t trust him with a creature’s life. I’m surprised he hasn’t accidentally burnt his house down yet.” Buzz gave a little ‘mrrp’ sound, as if he was agreeing.

“Seriously, Buzzy Boy,” Ricky said impatiently. “Feels wrong to buy him, like, alcohol, but what else can I do? It’s not like he has any other interests besides rap and being angry.” He chewed on his inner cheek, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. “I’m at a loss for words.”

Buzz leaped off Ricky’s lap, swishing his tail around his body and moving to groom himself with one of his forepaws. Ricky shifted his weight, glancing at Buzz, now down on the floor amongst Ricky’s scattering of art supplies.

Ricky was quite the artist in his spare time. He spent a lot of time making comics about Zolar and the Space-Age Bachelor Man, mostly for his own enjoyment. Then, he was struck with an idea. Amongst his art supplies were some pieces of scrap wood, previously part of a solar system model for class. But if he could cut them just right, paint them…

A meow interrupted his train of thought: Buzz was teetering precariously close to a recent work, which Ricky had done with paints. “No no, Buzz! Your-“

Crash!

Buzz recoiled and frantically tried to get all the paint off of his tail, which just resulted in all of the paint being knocked over. Ricky sighed. Brainstorming session was over, cleaning session had just begun.

“Connie, whatcha doin?” A small voice asked from behind a door. It wasn’t even seven in the morning the Saturday before the swap, which was to take place on a Sunday, but the Blackwoods’ kitchen was already filled with the scents of fresh baked pastries and sweet fruits. Constance was standing in the center of the kitchen, surrounded by bowls and spoons and boxes of ingredients.

“Oh! Henry!” She laughed. “Good morning!” Her little brother sleepily rubbed his eyes.

“Whats with all the yummies? The sun just woke up.”

Constance laughed and set down the bowl of egg whites she was whipping, then scooped up Henry. “I’m perfecting a new cake recipe! You wanna help?”

Henry nodded. “Can I lick the bowl?”

She broke out in a grin. “Would I ever say no to you?” She set him down and handed him a bowl and some flour. “Four cups, and make sure you measure carefully!”

Constance had poured years of work into helping Henry become the best baking assistant she could ask for. And he really was incredible at it. A few moments later, she was provided with four cups of flour. “Thanks buddy!”

”What kinda cake are you making?” He prodded her again, tugging at her tattered purple lacy apron.

“Hey! No touching that.” She protested. “You know this old apron is falling apart and you aren’t helping.”

He pouted. “Sorry Connieeee~” he whined, to which she just sighed and smiled. “You wanna see what kind of cake I’m trying to make?”

“Well…” Constance pointed to a piece of paper she had laid out on the kitchen table. “Take a peek!”

”Woahhhh~” Henry stared at it in awe. “Is that a space cake?”

The drawing she had made was of a three-tiered cake, swirled with galaxy-hued icing and topped with what seemed to be an alien cat, probably made out of fondant or marzipan.

“Space cake is an understatement.” She laughed, peering over his shoulder. “This is Ricky’s Christmas present. Think he’ll like it?”

“He’s gonna love it!” Henry assured her, bouncing back to her side. “What kinda taste is it?”

”Oh, flavour? Marble!”

Henry looked up at her, eyes glimmering in confusion. “You put marbles in a cake? That doesn’t sound like it will taste too good, Connie. Why don’t you make it ‘nilla or chocolate?”

“No, no,” she laughed, snorting a bit as she did so. “Marble just means it’s vanilla and chocolate swirled together.”

“So there’s no marbles in it?” Henry asked again, just to confirm.

“No marbles. Wanna taste the icing?”

“Mhm!”

With Henry’s breakfast completely spoiled by sugar, Constance started cleaning up her mess, when there was a knock on the door. “Now who in Uranium is gonna show up this early? It’s seven in the morning! Mom and dad aren’t even awake yet!”

She got the door, revealing the paint-covered form of Ricky Potts in her doorway.

Crap! She thought. His cake! He can’t know about that!

Constance stepped out onto the front porch and slammed the door shut behind her. “Sorry. Messy in there. Henry’s baking.” She lied, hoping it wasn’t too blatantly obvious. Ricky, although far from dumb, seemed to buy it enough. “Also, why are you covered in paint?”

”Long story. Do you have stain remover?”

“Not that I know of. Mom has to go grocery shopping today. You can try Noel though, he lives just up the street and he’s always got all that stuff. God forbid he get a single stain on that dress of his.” She explained. “I’ve gotta help Henry, and uh…” she tried to think of another believable lie. “Sew this.” She fingered with the hem of her apron.

Ricky nodded along to all of this. “Thanks for the advice, Connie. See you tomorrow, at the secret swap thing?”

”See you then!”

The swap was held at Constance’s house, per her request. Her gift, apparently, was far too big for her to transport very far on her own. When the group got there, Constance was proudly displaying the most massive cake any of them had ever seen, and Henry was beaming as he showed it off.

“Merry Christmas, Ricky!” Constance beamed as the male walked through the door, “From me and Henry!”

Ricky admired the cake for a long while, and probably would have done so for longer if his duty hadn’t called. He set his wrapped present, which was rather flat and rectangular, in Mischa’s hands. When the taller unwrapped it, he revealed a picture frame. The outside was painted with all sorts of colours and little green money symbols, $, which Mischa was greatly amused by. The picture in the center was of the whole choir at the Fall Fair, their hair all messed up and their faces reddened from a ride on the roller coaster there, just an old wooden one called The Cyclone.

Mischa grinned. “Ricky, man, did I ever tell you what my mother told me about gifts?”

Ricky shook his head.

“She always said hand-made was best. Thank you, Space Jesus. I will treasure it for life.”

At this moment, Penny shot to her feet. “My turn!” She held out a box, one of the ones that always held clothing when it was wrapped and under the tree. “For you.” She passed it to Constance.

Constance tore at the wrapping, Henry helping to clean up the scraps. She opened the box and pulled out an apron: pale purple in hue, with little gold, pink, white, and blue clouds painted on with puffy paint. Her eyes started to tear up. “Penny…this is gorgeous…and my current apron is falling apart and…” she enveloped Penny in a quick hug. “You have no idea how much it means.”

”I suppose it is my turn, now.” Mischa held out a very lumpy, unevenly wrapped gift. He gave it a gentle toss toward Noel, who caught it without an issue. He ripped the paper off, and inside was the most beautiful ugly thing he’d ever seen.

It was many different colours, really: blues and reds and greens and shades of grey and pink and everything in between. Its eyes were buttons, and it took the shape of a bear. Clearly homemade, and Mischa had really seemed to have poured his entire soul into the plush.

If Constance had made a big deal shedding tears over the apron, than this was worse, because Noel was absolutely weeping, curled into Mischa’s side, holding the plush bear.

Ocean, who really hadn’t spoken much since this whole thing had begun, got to her feet. “Listen, Penny…” she met the brunette’s eyes. “I really had no idea what to get you, and this really isn’t much…” she held out a tiny box, wrapped in gold paper with silver ribbons bound around it. Penny took great care not to tarnish it too much.

Inside the box sat a very tiny clay lamb, painted as pure and white as freshly fallen snow. It was gorgeous and shiny and Penny looked at it in awe. “I…Ocean…”

Ocean smiled. “Is it enough?”

”It’s plenty.” Penny finished. And with that, she shot to her feet, and pecked Ocean on the cheek.

By the time the redhead calmed down from the little kiss, Noel’s tears had mostly dried. With a satisfied smirk, he held out Ocean’s present, a card, a gift card was what she expected. But when she opened it, all she found was a picture of a dog. A white dog. With the words “I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE” written across the front. On the back side of the slip of paper, Noel had written a note:

Congrats on coming out, Oce. Please kiss Penny before she dies of lesbian pining.

<3 Noel

(meme for reference)

#rtc #ride the cyclone #au #oneshot #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ocean o'connell rosenberg #penny lamb #rtc musical #ricky rtc #ricky potts #constance blackwood #nischa #perfectdolls

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kaijuno · 1 year

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I have beanbag chairs instead of a couch in my living room and one of the chairs basically exploded oh god. The beans. They’re everywhere. I keep finding them stuck to me when I’m out in public

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jjtheresidentbaby · 9 months

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LITTLE!ALLISON BEDROOM HEADCANONS 🤲🤲 THE WHOLE LIST 🤲🤲

- @bebbie-bilinski

🍇Little Allison Bedroom Headcanons 🍇 ➢ event masterlist

*slams my hands on a table* GET READY FOR THE BABY OF ALL BABYS and yes I’m ignoring her canon bedroom

1. What kind of bed do they sleep in? What size is it?

- her bed is in the corner of her room & a queen size, her mattress has a memory foam mattress topper on it since the mattress itself is hard like a rock and just never seems to break in properly. she has a canopy that she got after Scott got Kira’s hers, Kira got Allison’s and bought her some more fairy lights to add to her collection/put up around the canopy

2. How many pillows do they sleep with? What’s the color of their pillows?

- she has at least four normal pillows, but she also has a bunch of cookie shaped pillows that Chris got her when he found out about her regression (it’s sort of an inside joke because he found out while she was eating cookies), she uses the cookie pillows more than the other four but refuses to get ride of them

3. How many blankets do they sleep with? What colors are they?

- she gets hot in her sleep so most likely her comforter ends up kicked to the floor and she’s left with a throw blanket halfway wrapped around her. when she’s small she really likes to make forts, probably with Scott or Chris’ help, but if she falls asleep in them she might end up under a pile of blankets and pillows

4. Where do they keep their clothes? How are their clothes organized?

- she keeps all her clothes in her closet. It’s easy and out of the way, but she does have special bins for her ‘little clothes’ that are really just her softest pajamas and/or oversized clothes she’s stolen from various pack members

5. What kind of light sources do they have? How many do they have? Why?

- she has at least two of those galaxy projector things, her and Stiles basically collect them at this point, but she also likes to put up seasonal fairy lights! she has little pumpkins for fall, snowflakes for winter, flowers for spring, and suns for summer. she doesn’t like being in the dark when she’s regressed and to make sure if she wakes up small she won’t be stuck in darkness, she keeps at least one light on at all times. most of the time if her lights have color settings they’re set to purple or blue

6. What colors are their bedroom walls?

- they’re a very very light purple, almost white looking

7. What does their bedroom look like? What kind of furniture do they have in there? How big is it?

- her bed is in the middle of her room, her vanity against her wall and then her closet & a beanbag chair on the floor in the corner. she doesn’t have a lot of furniture by choice, she doesn’t like her room feeling too overcrowded and would rather have space to set up all her stuffies on the floor for “concerts” or very important “meetings” that she totally doesn’t drag Scott into

8. What kind of floor does their bedroom have? What color?

- she has dark wood floors that are especially nice when she wants to lay on blankets on the floor looking up at one of her projectors on the celling as the wood isn’t as warm as carpet would be

9. Do they have any toys? Do they sleep with any of them?

- she has quite a lot of plushies but as for actual toys she’s only got a couple. she has magnet toys that can entertain her for hours on end, a couple miscellaneous toy cars or army men she’s picked up from Isaac. and of course she has the stuffed bunny her mom gave her, she sleeps with it each night, and a wolf that Scott got her after she found he was a werewolf, and some unicorns that Lydia got her after finding out about Allison’s regression

10. Do they have any rugs? If so, what color are they?

- there’s a decent size rug under her bed, it’s a pink-ish purple color and it’s moved with her since she was a kid, really one of the only items she has from her past houses

11. Are there any decorative elements to their bedroom? What are they? Why?

- aside from the fairy lights she sets up she likes to throw up a few holiday decorations! she’s got a mini Christmas tree she puts a couple ornaments on each year, some fake spider webbing for Halloween, and a million heart decorations that stay up all throughout February for Valentine’s Day. she also has a big board hung by her vanity that has pictures tacked on, there’s some of her family, the pack, old friends she’s left behind when she moved, random pictures that have been taken over the years — really anything! she also likes to stick movie tickets and other things like that to the board to remember things she’s done

12. What are some of the things they do in their bedroom?

- she spends a lot of time in her bedroom when she can, it’s her safe place and somewhere she doesn’t feel pressured to be super strong all the time or hold all her normal responsibilities. she likes to play with her stuffies in a million different ways, she never gets bored of coming up with different ideas for them!

13. Do they share their bedroom with anyone. If so, who?

- nope! she can get secretive when it comes to what’s in her room as she thinks it’s very “outwardly little” so only select people are allowed in: Chris, Scott, Lydia, Stiles, Isaac & Kira, are the only ones who’ve spent more than just a couple minutes in Allison’s room

#jj headcanons #jj events #teen wolf agere #little!allison argent #allison argent

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that-one-enby-possum · 1 year

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Ask Game: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better (except I have social anxiety, so I tag literally just two people)

Relationship status: Single, not open for relationships

Favorite color: forest green

Last Song I Listened To: City of Tears from the Hollow Knight OST (or more generally, the Hollow Knight OST on loop forever)

Song Stuck in My Head: Heart Attack (I hate this song, free me)

Three Favorite Foods: Ice cream (always the best comfort food), most pasta varieties (three ingredient max tho), and peach rings (food is dumb, I want candy)

Last Thing I Googled: “Word for when you burn a wound closed” (its cauterize, by the way)

Dream Trip: Ireland, even tho I’ve been multiple times, still Ireland

Something I Want Right Now: Also back pain to stop and for my new beanbag chair to fluff up so I can use it and stop sitting on my floor (oh boy I wonder why my back hurts)

Thanks for the tag: @emailsquid ! My first tag thing in a long ass time lol

Im tagging the only two ppl on this platform I’m pretty sure wouldn’t be weirded out if I tagged them: @thearomanticsnake , @thebonepirate

Bonus: I need to start socializing on the social media platform; I think I’m using it wrong

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rockethorse · 2 years

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TS2 ideas for gift-giving Sims

So, I love having my Sims use the Seasons gift-giving function to give each other presents for birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, etc., but if the recipient Sim doesn’t really need anything, I often got stuck for ideas.

Then it occured to me - the gift can simply stay in their inventory forever! It doesn’t actually have to be something functional that they place on their own lot, so it doesn’t matter if it’s a duplicate, or if it doesn’t match their style, etc. Such a simple and obvoius realisation, but (and perhaps this makes me a humbug) I’d largely seen the ‘give a gift’ function as simply a means to transfer items I wanted to move between Sims and forgotten that, just like irl gift-giving, the thought is often more meaningful than the actual gift.

So let’s come up with some ideas for what kind of things Sims could gift each other! Of course, Sims will reject very cheap gifts if they have a low relationship, but if you’re just having family members swap gifts for the holidays, pretty much anything goes. It’s fun to consider both what the recipient would like as a gift vs what the gift-giver would think to get them - not everyone is a great gifter, after all!

Here are some potential gifts - add your own! I’m trying to stick to items found within the game but CC suggestions are great too.

Something Handmade

This is where crafting stations excel - the toy bench obviously makes perfect gifts for kids or parents (and dog owners, for the Water Wiggler), and the flower table provides great anniversary presents. The pottery wheel and sewing machine have something for anyone.

Paintings (or drawings, with the architect’s table, or photos from the antique camera) made by the gifter

BV photo prints or books the gifter had made for them

Home cooking! Anyone else remember the fruit cake your neighbours would drop off in TS1? A talented home cook could offer a layer cake, a pie, or some holiday cookies.

Home-grown Seasons produce and trays of juice

By Aspiration

Family: Commission a portrait or photo (or series of portraits/photos) of the Sim’s family and/or pets; SmartMilk; “Don’t Wake The Llama”

Fortune: Money; a money sack from a wish; a money tree; cologne; champagne; fancy souvenirs; pricy art; buried treasure; a really nice mahogany desk; extracted/clutter CC handbags, hats, watches or shoes; the counterfeiting machine (good "gag gift” that doesn’t have to be used)

Romance: Cologne; a vanity table; fancy candles; regift them some date bouquets for them to drop off with their next date; a Love Tub; some deco (or sewn) lingerie; this chair

Knowledge: A new bookshelf; a globe; a telescope; a spare dragon legend scroll or Bon Voyage map; a ReNuYu potion, even if they have no use for it; a fancy chess set

Popularity: A novelty house phone; a tanning bed/towel; a makeup palette; a bubble blower; a punch keg; an Apartment Life lapdog; some Cool Shades; some pool toys or an above-ground pool; a picnic basket

Pleasure Seeker: A beanbag; a bubble blower; a coffee machine; a boom box or jukebox; a noodle soother; a hammock; plants from the hydroponic grower

Grilled Cheese: Grilled cheese; the grilled cheese painting; grilled cheese; the grilled cheese recolour of the mini decorative easel that came with the IKEA stuff pack; grilled cheese

By Age Range

For Kids: Doll houses; play ovens; activity tables; toy chests; new pajamas (with the sewing machine); a funky lamp, clock or rug; a cute chair just for their room, like the ‘beanbag’ or bear chair; a trampoline; a lemonade stand; a hot cocoa maker; a paddling pool; the wall deco blackboard or height chart; a swing set; an antfarm or snowglobe; the cute little MySims figurines including the Witch craftable one; a racecar bed; a dog house because they’re getTING A PUPPY!!!!

From Kids: Kids may not be able to craft as many things as adults, but they can still paint, bake muffins, draw things on the activity table, fish and tend/harvest Seasons produce, and regift any treasures they dig up or find on hikes. With this modded pottery wheel, they can even sculpt clay!

Teens: A new computer for school/uni; a used car (or custom bike); handheld devices; posters for their walls; a mini-fridge; magazines; cologne; a bunch of home-made meals to take to college

Elders: A reclining chair; a coffee maker; those posters that look like they were drawn by toddlers; a nice rug; sculptures of cherubs or kittens or realistic sleeping babies or whatever else grannies like to keep around

For Hobby Enthusiasts

Sports: A signed jersey for their wall; a commemorative football; a sewn soccer jersey; the sports-themed drinks bar; a novelty plaque or trophy; a deco surfboard or snowboard

Games: RGB lights for their computer setup; “Myshuno”; mahjong; a pinball machine or arcade cabinet; a rare Void Critters card; a poker table; gamer fuel or a gaming chair

Fitness: A yoga mat; a blender; a sauna (big spender); some deco workout equipment or an exercise ball office chair; geodes, witchy crystal balls & salt lamps; deco gym shoe clutter or a gym bag

Cooking: Some new decorative cooking pots/pans; a cornucopia; freshly-caught fish (divisive); decorative plates; the wall-deco wine racks; a nectar bar; a tea set; canisters or oven mitts

Science: A deco molecule or microscope; a cheap telescope; an ant farm; space/alien posters; hanging planet light; a Thinking Cap

Art & Crafts: The poseable mini wooden Sim figure every irl artist gets gifted too and doesn’t know how to use; the deco books where the bookends are actually those statues; deco canvases; a new desk or table just for their crafting area; shelves; fabric bolts; yarn

Tinkering: RC cars; filing cabinets/organisers for the garage; deco tools; a crafting bench; a toy robot; Sir Bricks-a-Lot

Film & Literature: A new bookshelf; some decorative books; a novel; film posters; old film & TV props; a mini mecha figure; pillows to curl up & read on; a cozy lamp to read by; a typewriter

Nature: Lawn ornaments; house plants; planters; gardening tools (decorative or functional, such as sprinklers or a grow lamp); an aquarium; outdoor lights; camping chairs/tents etc and shade parasols; seedlings in planters higher-level than the recipient’s gardening badge; a small fountain for their yard

Music & Dance: A ballet barre and shoes; full-length mirrors; a new stereo or some speakers; a new or upgraded instrument (especially for the child-teen birthday); a disco ball; artist, tour, or album art poster prints; wall or floor CD racks; commemorative record wall hangings

If the gifting Sim is higher than the recipient Sim in a given hobby, they could give them a magazine!

By Relationship/Event

Dating: The teddy bear in a T-shirt sculpture; the IKEA heart plush; framed photo booth romantic photo; the groovy heart sculpture; a bouquet; a box of chocolates

Professional: A tasteful vase or trinket bowl; a nice desk or wall clock; an RC helicopter (for the boss who has everything); something for their cubicle like a bonsai tree, stationery, or an executive desk toy

Housewarming: A welcome mat; a useless plate people throw their keys in; an obnoxious sculpture or house plant they wouldn’t buy for themselves; Shelves For Things; a statement armchair; an actually tasteful rug; fresh produce; champagne, a nectar bar, or the deco wall wine rack; deco towels/towel warmer; a compost bin; the weird toilet paper gnome; a BBQ or fire pit (to take it quite literally) If the Sims are completely new to the neighbourhood, not just the house, their neighbours could gift them a cake or some other group meal as a way of welcoming them and introducing themselves.

Wedding: A framed photo of the couple; that one wall hanging with the two hands holding and all the handwritten notes; champagne; the wall-mounted deco plates set; an appliance nobody actually uses like a toaster oven or a food processor; matching “them & theirs” deck chairs, towels, etc; pushy baby stuff; something obnoxious that implies marriage is a prison (if heterosexual); a suitcase or luggage for their honeymoon; a photo booth, if you can give it to them before the wedding, for guests

Graduation: Some more deco plaques to really show off those extra certifications; more champagne or wine or juice or a bar or anything to help you forget; mounted mascot head; something related to their degree/future career; a sleek professional desk & chair ready for them to start work; restaurant vouchers because oops looks like job hunting is taking longer than expected; grandma’s comfort soup :’(

Now that you have all these ideas, why not get your Sims together for a random gift exchange? Whether it’s the whole town or just within a big family - challenge them (and yourself) to think about what each Sim would buy for their recipient, whether it matches up with what the recipient would want, and then see if the recipient accepts or trashes the gift! This is my favourite name-from-a-hat generator for this purpose since it does not require email signups or push wishlists, etc. while also allowing you to set certain exclusions (e.g. Sims cannot draw their own family members, their spouse, etc). You could even make it a white elephant - where each Sim is competing to give the worst gift (be wary if the gifting Sims don’t have a high relationship already!)

#TS2 #the sims 2

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rainiishowers · 2 years

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The Calm After The Storm | Obey Me | Poly! MC

A/N: This is an aftermath of @astershere amazing, incredible oneshot “The dark in the light”

Y’all better go check it out Summary: Life seems to be going too fast after you’re freed from Michael’s control, but hey, at least you finally get to be in the ranks of your favourite brothers! Warnings: Mentions of death. mentions of manipulation Genre: Hurt/Comfort

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You were still recovering, and while you wished you could do stuff like go on adrenaline filled car rides with Mammon, or excessive shopping trips with Asmo, you couldn’t. You weren’t stuck, but you just had to make sure you didn’t get into risky situations. The riskiest you can get is lessons with Solomon and Barbatos as they try to help you hone the power you now hold as an avatar of sin. You were at least thankful you were able to study with Lucifer, go on trips to the library with Satan or play video games with Levi, but staying inside the house most of the time was really damping your mood. “MC? Is there something wrong?” Of course, there were the brothers, becoming more doting and caring then ever, helping the best they can with your recovery. You shrug in response to Lucifer’s question, playing around with the food on your plate at a somewhat lively lunch at the HoL. The brothers, on another hand, started worrying about the shift of personality that has started to show. Everyone expected as much, you were a demon and a ruler of hell now. Levi felt the most empathy with you, he understands what it’s like to become insecure, but it didn’t feel fair for you to have to go through this insecurity simply because it’s your sin. After dinner wrapped up, Levi approaches you and takes a deep breath in, mustering the confidence to ask something. “MC, do you want to come to my room? You don’t have to stay, I just wanted to help you with something.” You raise an eyebrow at this stiff boy, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary. “Sure, I’ll come” “G-Great!” He sputters. When you finally got there, you sat down on a beanbag chair as Levi goes to grab something from his closet. You wondered what it could be. You look around, this feels so new to you still, despite being in here a few times to game or just talk. “U-Uhm..” You snap your attention back to see Levi, chest puffed a bit as he proudly wore his Hells Navy garb. Demon horns and tail out as well. He sat beside you on the large beanbag chair, his expression more gentle. “I want to help you find something that’ll boost your confidence, like this does to me” He says. “It doesn’t have to be a uniform or anything, but I know that because you’re the ‘Avatar of Despondence’ you lose confidence.. So I want to give you a bit of confidence back” He rubs the back of his neck. “Levi..” You smile softly and hug him tightly, which he wasn’t expecting, but he hugs back, after being frozen for a few second. He hides his blushing face, causing you to burst out laughing, not making fun of him, oh no, but simply because you’re enjoying his company. He gazes lovingly at you, a small smile on his face. Levi misses that laugh of yours, seeing you smile makes him happy. “Oh! R-Right, the confidence booster- uhm-” He goes to grab a notepad and pencil, giving it to you. “You can write some ideas here.” You nod and take the notepad and pencil, starting to think of some things that could boost your confidence. --- After finding some ideas, you leave Levi’s room and make your way to your own. Being a bit lost on where to go. you heard a buzz from your D.D.D and pick it up, seeing it was a text from Solomon.

Solomon: Hello MC! How are you doing?

MC: To be honest.. I’m still a bit lost on everything in the Devildom, heh..

Solomon: That’s understandable, you haven’t been in the Devildom in a while..

Solomon: I was wondering if you would be up to visiting Purgatory Hall, I’ll come pick you up.

MC: Really? Sure, I don’t see why not.

Solomon: Wonderful! I’ll be there in a few minutes.

You look at the last sent text and sigh, you suppose time outside would do something for how you’re feeling, perhaps telling Lucifer would be best. You walk to Lucifer’s secret office and hear some music. You peek in with a small knock on the wall and he faces you. The eldest turns the music off and turns to you, a gentle expression on his face. “MC, is there something you need?” He asks. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m going to Purgatory Hall and Sol will be picking me up.” You tell him. A moment of silence filled the room and you thought for a second that you upset him or he was just in a bad mood, until he lets out a long sigh and standing up. “I will also go with you, I don’t trust that sorcerer.” Your lips curl into a frown, why didn’t Lucifer trust him? Even after he helped save you? “Lucifer, it’s fine--” “I am going with you. Whether you want me to or not.” He gave you a glare. You sigh, knowing there was no point in arguing with him. The two of you went to the living room to wait. When you two sat down, he kept glancing at you, which wasn’t odd, Mammon and Levi did it all the time, but Lucifer doing it felt odd. “Is something wrong?” “No, nothing is wrong” He glances off and kept his eyes off you until the door rings. You walk over and open the door, relieved to see the sorcerer’s smiling face looking back at you. Lucifer followed you and he stood close to you. “I’ll be making sure that MC gets to Purgatory Hall safely.” “Are you implying that MC won’t get there safely with me by their side?” “I don’t trust you.” You shake your head at a glaring Lucifer and passive aggressive smiling Solomon, pushing yourself outside as you start to walk. The two who were having a staring contest quickly go to follow you. --- Once you get there, you’re greeted with Simeon and Luke, the smaller angel going over to hug you tightly. Lucifer tells you to text Beel when you are ready to go home, as he will be too busy to pick you up. Feeling like you were being treated like a child, you reluctantly agree. The eldest leaves and Luke pulls you to the kitchen. “You’re right on time, MC!” Luke smiles. “The cupcakes just finished cooling... Do you want to ice them with me?” He asks, a bit sheepishly. “Of course Luke, I’d love to.” Simeon and Solomon watch as you and Luke frost the chocolate cupcakes Luke had made. You couldn’t help but notice something felt off about Luke, you couldn’t put a finger on it though. ---- Solomon and Simeon left to get some ingredients for dinner later that day, leaving you and Luke to frost the chocolate cupcakes the blond angel had made. With the both of you there, it didn’t take too long. Something felt wrong though.. Luke wasn’t how you remembered. So, when you go to the lounge area with Luke, who had the tray of cupcakes set on the table, and sat down with the smaller angel, you look at him in worry. “Luke? Is there something wrong? You can tell me about it.” His eyes widen, surprised that you caught on, it wasn’t hard to tell. His shocked expression turns into sadness as he stares at his feet, kicking them in place a bit. “..I was so scared when you didn’t recognize me..” He whispers, tears already welling up in his eyes. “W-When I found out Michael is the one to do this to you..” He cuts himself off, sniffling. You frown, remembering just now how much Luke looked up to that manipulator. You didn’t blame the small angel, how could you? Luke, despite being centuries old, was still technically a child, you doubted he even knew that Michael was like this. You open your arms for a hug and he dove into it, his sniffles turned into loud cries as you held him close. You felt awful for Luke, who had put so much trust into someone who didn’t deserve it. This poor boy was crying, crying after what was probably so many years, because that trust was broken. You didn’t feel just anger towards that bastard, but also... Pity. But he didn’t deserve that, not after putting you through whatever he did, taking away your freewill. Not after making Luke cry because he thought he lost his best friend. The small angel kept crying, those cries eventually turning into sobs, with tears that stained your shirt, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was being here for this boy. You softly hum a tune and rub comforting circles, which thankfully calmed him down a bit. “MC, Luke! We’re back” Simeon and Sol come in, and when Simeon sees Luke crying, he quickly drops the bags and rushes over, sitting beside you on the couch. He takes Luke from his arms and releases some soothing magic, helping Luke calm down even more. Solomon and you exchange worried glances as Simeon works on comforting Luke. The small angel eventually falls limp in Simeon’s arms and after a few minutes of silence, he sighs. “Excuse me, I’ll bring Luke to his room..” He stood up, carefully carrying Luke in his arms as he makes his way to his room. You frown as Solomon sat next to you. You wanted to go make sure Luke was okay, but you trusted Simeon, so you let it be. “Why was Luke crying?” The sorcerer asks, taking a cupcake from the tray. “Oh you know.. Luke was close with Michael before the brothers slaughtered him.” You sigh. “Right, he was..” Solomon inspects the cupcake before taking a bite. “But I would say he is even closer to you then he was with that bastard.” He continues. A silence filled the room before Sol talks again. “I think he rarely allows himself to cry, he is so caught up in seeming strong that he doesn’t allow himself to be a child.” Silence filled the room once again as you take out your phone, texting to ask Beel if he could pick you up now, getting a response a few minutes later of “On my way.” You shove the phone back in your pocket and sigh. “Beel is coming to pick me up, is it okay if I take a few cupcakes?” You gesture to the cupcake, doubting Luke would mind. Solomon nods and goes to get you a container as you stay seated, glancing at the patch on your shoulder where Luke had cried into. --- With a friendly goodbye, Beel walks with you back to the HoL. You offered one of Luke’s cupcakes, which he happily took, not yet realizing you were a bit down in the dumps. “Ah.. MC, are you alright?” He asks a few minutes later. You look down at the cupcakes. “It’s just... How do I explain this..?” The words were on the tip of your tongue, but it was hard to actually get them out. “After everything that had happened, I feel bad for Luke..” You explain. Beel nods and ate the cupcake. “He was really close to Michael, wasn’t he?” With a heavy sigh, you nod and look ahead. The Devildom, despite the dark and gloomy appearance, felt like home. The home away from home you would say, but.. you then remembered that you were dead, so the Devildom was your home now. You shudder at thought of going back to the Celestial Realm, in light of what had happened. “Hey Beel..?” “Yea?” “I missed you... I missed you and all the others..” His eyes widen a bit as a bit of blush sneaks onto his cheeks, a small smile replacing his usually stoic expression. “I missed you too, MC..” --- What seemed to be years later, in truth it was only a few months, the day for your official ranking ceremony had came, sneaking and popping up by surprise. This was a rather serious occasion, especially considering this hasn’t happened in centuries, and a bit of the pressure was getting to you. You look around, seeing the multitude of demons of all kind coming to celebrate the new Avatar of Despondence. You take a deep breath in and out as you mentally prepare yourself to go up on the stage. Barbatos has done the introduction, but you weren’t listening, your heart was pounding in your ears. Thankful the brothers were there, you tug on Mammon’s arm. “W-What if I mess up? I don’t want to be a laughingstock!’ You whisper. “Ya won’t mess up” The second eldest says, holding your hand reassuringly. “Just think the demons here are wearin’ funny hats” You laugh at that. “You practiced hard, MC, try to relax and let it roll off your tongue.” Satan advises. You nod and let go of Mammon’s arm, waiting for the time for you to get up on that stage and officially become the Avatar of Despondence.

#obey me shall we date #omsd #om! brothers #om! side characters #om! mc #om! lucifer #om! mammon #om! satan #om! asmodeus #om! beelzebub #om! belphegor #om! simeon #om! solomon #om! luke #om! diavolo #om! barbatos #avatar of despondence

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ghostsinthecellar · 1 year

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yeeee tag game okay let’s go Tagged by: my favorite Katie who is not geographically within 50 miles of me - @tundrakatiebean!

Nicknames: One person calls me Chobah as a hold out from high school, one or two call my Charlie

Height: 5’5″ bleh

Last thing googled: how long I’ll likely have to stay in the recovery room at the hospital after my surgery lol. not even there and I still already want to go home.

Song stuck in my head: Drunken Sailor and Kim Richey’s A Place Called Home are stuttering in and out of each other, which is about as fun as you’d imagine

Followers: hovering firmly in the mid 300s I believe

Amount of sleep: not enough? uhh usually 7ish hours lately

Lucky number: I’ve always claimed 13 but I don’t actually know

Dream job: uhh okay there’s two! I always always wanted to travel with a renaissance faire, which - they don’t move so much anymore lol. but a residency maybe! I’d love to be a faire photographer or an artist with a permanent shop. otherwise I’d really love to have a photography studio with a focus on coming out and gender reveal shoots for trans and queer folks.

Wearing: my christmas pjs! they’re a dark kinda purpley blue with little stars and moons on ‘em. comfy.

Movies/Books that summarize me: Alice in Wonderland 1999, Quest For Camelot, Home, Dreamcatcher, Lisey’s Story, Duma Key (yes that’s three stephen king books in a row shut up), Ocean at the End of the Lane, uhhh tv shows too because I can - So Weird, X-files, Futurama. Galavant maybe

Fave song: changes all the time but defaults back to Passenger’s Fairytales & Firesides usually

Fave instrument: I don’t play (can’t read music/too impatient to learn) but I love the sound of violins, guitars, and pianos! I’d love to have an ocarina and an ocean drum. :3

Aesthetic: uhh like. okay. like if you stumbled on a weird overgrown shack in the woods and there’s a lively river nearby and you go through a hand-carved heavy wood door and the air smells like baking bread and incense and there’s a cranky old lady in there playing video games sitting in a beanbag chair made of bowling alley carpet??

Fave author: Stephen King, unfortunately. also love Neil Gaiman and uhhh Dean Koontz I guess

Fave animal noise: crickets and frogs baby! and loons and whale calls

Random: I started thinking about ocean drums too hard so now I’m watching a youtube video of a guy making a rainy night soundscape with various instruments

Tagging: @futureofthemasses & @quitetheketch if they wanna, or anyone else who might :3c

#Charlie babbles

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squidwen · 2 years

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Hmmmm~

Basil, Tallis... And... And maybe Billy boy.

Describe your biggest pet peeve.

What’s the easiest way to flirt with you?

Describe your ideal partner.

Haha... I'm not a simp. Nope

An ask for Billy? I don’t get many of these so bring it on!!! And Tallis is still relatively new, too 😅😅

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Basil, Billy, and Tallis - three students as alike as water was to fire- rendezvoused in the Ramshackle garden where Minxie had invited them for an interview and afternoon tea.

Basil and Tallis took little convincing. Who could pass up an afternoon of treats and good conversation? But Billy had come along solely at the insistence of Ruggie who wanted a break from the bellicose first-year’s antics.

20. What is your biggest pet peeve?

Basil offered to go first since his name was first alphabetically. He had been too heavy for the chairs and instead lounged on his tail like a beanbag. A glass of lemonade in one hand, and a slice of cake in the other, the serpent was in complete and utter paradise.

“Well, for the record, you aren’t, my dear.” He gave Minxie a cheeky wink. “But I think my biggessst pet peeve would have to be running and errand on the day I shed my skin. My scales turn sssticky. I reckon it would be like...walking around with sand stuck to your feet, and instead of washing it off, you put your shoes on.”

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Billy had to consider what irritated him the most. Was Minxie asking what his biggest pet peeve was in general, or just things that annoyed him on a daily basis? He gnawed at a ham sandwich, as if the soft bread and meat could tease an answer out of him faster.

“You’s is a brav’en, I’ll give ye that, Cobain. But it’s participation awards. Hate ‘em. What’s the point, eh? Failure is good for people, and most who are faster, stronger, or smarter than others have put hours into gettin’ there. Ay, some are built different, but ye shouldn’t coddle the losers like yer their mammy.”

~~~

“I never would have taken you for someone who likes things fair and square, Mac. Maybe you should have been a Heartslabyul?” Tallis already had a ring of crumbs around his face and didn’t show any signs of slowing as he reached for another cupcake.

“But I digress. For me, it would have to be people that talk during a performance. It’s just so...disrespectful, and even the best actors can feel like they’re not good enough. When I eventually own my own theatre I’ll rig all the seats. If someone’s not paying attention, they’ll get what’s coming to them!”

21. Describe your ideal partner.

Basil almost choked on his cake. This afternoon was more amusing then he had bargained for. “You were right, Bill, she is a brazen one~. Actually, I had someone asssk me a similar question just the other day. Am I truly so irresistible?”

The tip of Basil’s tail brushed up against Minxie’s ankle. “Off the top of my head, I fancy someone strong who doesn’t shy away from fun and thrills, my dear. However, all the lovers I’ve had in the passst were so different, so I can’t be sure until I’ve given someone a chance.”

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“An ideal partner, eh?” Billy rolled his eyes and started bouncing his knee. “I dunne heave the pressure to marry’n bear heirs anymore. Not when me brothers get equal share of me homeland. So I ain’t given it any thought in years...”

Suddenly, Billy’s eyes seemed to shinier and his cheeks grew red. “Sorry, hay fever.” He sniffed. “But I’d want someone that’ll just...be there. A friend I can confide in, and experience everythin’ with. They don’t have teh like the same things I do. I just want one true person. That won’t take what I have left and leave me with nothing like my witch of a stepmothe-. Yeah.”

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“I’m much like Mac,” said Tallis. “Just having someone to connect with on a personal level and be united by common experiences. That’s my ideal partner. Which, in a sense, could be anybody.” He blew a kiss to his company, getting a mixture of responses.

“But if we’re being specific, I think I would like to go for someone wise but not uptight. Coming from a small village like I did, wealth and lavish things weren’t on the table. I want to be with someone that doesn’t want a lot of money, but is wise with what they have. I want someone who lives life in the moment, carefree, while knowing when their next meal is and where they’ll sleep so they haven’t got to worry.”

22. What's the easiest way to flirt with you?

A pause.

Tallis pretended to faint, Basil burst out laughing, and Billy stormed off. Minxie called out that it was the last question and the bear beastman steeled himself, sitting back down with a grunt.

“The easiest way to flirt with little ol’ me,” began Basil, wiping the tear out of his eye, “is...I’m not sure. Usually I’m the one doing it. But I must confess that I do like slow dancing.” He brought his hands to his hips and swished them from side to side, closing his eyes to transport himself to the perfect moment. “Having someone pressed against you, sharing warmth, rocking gently at the music’s command. You’d have to be made of stone to not feel anything in that moment. And when your partner speaks, the words are so gentle. Ssso private.”

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Billy’s fingers stroked his serving knife. “Psh, I canne tell ye. Have you seen me?” He flexed his chest and his shirt buttons strained. “You really think people flirt with me? But I’ll confess that bold people impress me. People who know what they are and play to their strengths. When folks like that challenge me - not teh duels or with threats - and push my boundaries, they force me to improve...or lose. I wouldn’t call it flirting, but it gets my attention.”

With that, Billy scooped his pelt off the back off the chair and left for good.

~~~

“And then there were three.” Tallis reached over to Billy’s plate and stole his uneaten scone. “Well, much like you, Basil, I tend to be the one making all the moves. Some people don’t like my theatrics, but that’s why I’m looking for a partner that can beat me at my own game! I’m talking fancy flowers, poems, drawings.” He swooned at the thought. “The best way to flirt with me is to let the creativity within you flow, and take all the love and passion I have and give it straight back in your own way. Fight fire with fire sort of thing.”

#sugarandmelody #squidwen #oc #oc ask #minxie cobain #twst #twst oc #Basil Balanaga #twst basil #twisted wonderland basil balanaga #Billy MacUrse #TWST Billy MacUrse #twst billy #TWST Tallis #Tallis Underplume #twisted wonderland Tallis underwood #twst minxie #twisted wonderland minxie cobain

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cocoafueledwriter · 1 year

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Nightly Escapades

AJ fished her keys from her pocket. Carefully balancing her textbooks in one arm while she opened her dorm door. She plopped her books on her desk once she was inside and collapsed into a beanbag chair under her loft bed. Alyssa stared at her from her desk under her own loft bed at the other side of the dorm room.

“Tough day?” Alyssa asked, turning back to her school computer. AJ groaned in response, vaguely gesturing to the pile of books.

“Not really tough, just exhausting.” She answered.

“I told you it would be easier to use the online versions.”

“Eh, I find I absorb written material better. Screen strains my eyes too much.”

“Welp, better start hitting the gym then.” Alyssa typed quickly on her computer. AJ stared at her blankly, before letting her head fall back against the beanbag again.

“I hate you.” AJ mumbled.

“Love you too.” Alyssa replied. They both sat in silence for a few minutes before AJ sighed. Sitting up slowly. She had a few hours before she was going to do patrol tonight anyway. Although, she could skip patrol and actually get some sleep. Burning the candle at both ends was starting to have its effects. AJ got up to sit at her desk. First opening up her psychology textbook.

“I’m going out tonight. Stuff happening.” Alyssa said, closing her laptop and plugging it in. That would make AJ’s life a little easier. Instead of wasting valuable energy sneaking out she’d just be able to walk out the door. Although, she doubted Alyssa would actually question her nightly escapades. She never questioned anything AJ did on her own, which was strange. Most people would want to know why their roommate is out and about at all hours, but AJ wasn’t going to mess that up by asking her about it. No need to mess up a good thing. If she didn’t ask questions then AJ wouldn’t ask questions. ALyssa grabbed her dorm keys and opened the door. Grabbing her brown pack on the wall hook.

“Have fun.”

“One can only try!” and with that Alyssa was gone, and AJ was stuck with the mountain of classwork she’d been putting off. Picking up a pencil she started to write.

“Finally! That took forever.” AJ sighed, leaning back in her chair. She closed her book and looked out the dorm window at the now dark sky.

“When night falls it’s time for work.” AJ pushed back her chair. Walking over to her closet. Opening it she carefully rooted around until she pulled a book from the very back.

“I really need to find another hiding place for you, or actually start memorizing stuff.” AJ ran her hand over the ornate cover. The words Book of Spells gleamed in silver back at her. Holding it carefully against her chest she exited her dorm. Creeping down the halls and off campus. After finding a decent place to hide away from anyone out this late she opened her book. It began to float in front of her and the pages flipped on their own to a simple spell, Glamour Cantatio.

“Sume quod semel erat, et redde illis.” She whispers, her body seemed to shimmer slightly. Fuzzing around the edges like a mirage. Her hair fades into a gray purple and she sighs in relief as purple butterfly wings are freed.

“I always forget how stifling that spell is. Now, where is that armor spell?” The book begins to flip again. Stopping on another spell, Magus Armor. She whispered the written words and her clothing began to lightly glow. Before her eyes light armor replaced them. Light enough to not hinder her flight, but allowing for some protection. Closing the book, she took to the sky. Darting from building to building. Landing briefly to survey certain areas, before flying off again.

She was flying by one of the smaller cafes before something caught her eye. Two people standing at the door. AJ darted out of sight. No need to get ahead of herself if they were just closing up. Unfortunately she instead got to witness the taller of the two kneel down by the lock placing their bag down. They took out some tools and began to try and pick it. AJ rolled her eyes. If they wanted money, they would have better luck at the jewelers 4 blocks down. Although, they probably had better security. These two were definitely amateurs. There was no need to reveal herself. Allow them to trip the alarm, cast an easy restraint spell, and leave them for the cops. AJ opened her book.

“You just gonna let them break it?” A voice behind her whispered. AJ yelped in surprise. Spinning around to face her supposed foe. A raccoon was the only thing in sight.

The two robbers both perked up. The shorter one said something to the other. The taller one nodded and quickly grabbed their items to put back in the bag. AJ sprang into action. Tackling the taller of the two, bringing them both to the ground. AJ’s book was quick to flip in front of her. Spell at the ready.

“liga me inimicum” Translucent ropes appeared around the taller robber and AJ looked up to see the short one booking it down the path. Not even bothering to look back for their partner. As AJ stood to give chase she instead watched as a racoon sped past her. Quickly catching up to the robber and lunging for them. Mid air the racoon turned into a bear. AJ’s eyes widened, her surprise almost breaking her concentration on her spell. The bear pinned down the smaller robber. Growling in their face as they used a singular paw to hold them down.

AJ leaned the first robber up against the wall and carefully approached the bear. The second robber looked about ready to pee their pants and AJ whispered her binding spell. The same translucent ropes appeared and the bear stepped off, dragging the robber to their partner on the wall. The bear took a stepback and assessed the situation. Then with a simple nod AJ watched as they slowly transformed into a honestly snappy dressed human.

“Did pretty good! We make a good team!” The shifter exclaimed. Raising their hand for a high five. AJ ignored their hand, the sound of sirens began to invade the air. AJ snapped up her book and hovered over the ground. The shifter slowly lowered their hand in disappointment.

“Really gonna leave me hanging huh?” They laughed awkwardly. AJ gave them a pointed stare.

“You almost let them get away. Who even are you?” AJ was very frustrated. Sure she knew there were other heroes in the area. It would be impossible to deal with all the criminal activity by herself, but usually they left her alone. It wasn’t hard to see that she rather work on her own. Yet, here was some rando attempting to get chummy.

“Oh! My name’s Mimic. Obviously I’m a shapeshifter.” They poofed from a human to a racoon and then back to normal to punctuate this. AJ narrowed her eyes.

“Obviously. Well, thanks for the help. That I didn’t ask for.” AJ muttered the last part under her breath. AJ took off farther into the sky, but Mimic’s voice called out to her.

“Wait! I didn’t come here just to stop some petty thieves, Flutter. I really need to talk to you.”

AJ looked back at them. It would be unwise to follow this stranger, but yet a part of her wanted to trust them. Maybe it was their bubbly personality, or the fact that AJ hadn’t seen another hero for months.

Chapter 2

#anti hero #hero #superhero #supervillain #fights #!UnsteadyMind

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number1jeonginstan · 2 months

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A/N: Based on this request, but I made it so raunchy!! It started off fluffy, but I decided to use this as my surprise for Valentine's Day Collab because I was going to ask what y'all wanted from OT8, but there was already an ask in my inbox sooooo.... Hope y'all enjoy it, if you don't I'm gonna cry because this took so much brain power!

I'm reposting this because someone flagged my work... (This goes into the whole thing that I don't own skz, nor do I write for their personalities, I use them as face claims and if you don't like my work, just don't read it, that's why I have the whole "Keep Reading" and content warnings, I enjoy writing my work and if you don't like it, don't interact! )

WC: 4.4k (almost 3k of straight smut...)

Pairing: OT8 x 9th member afab!reader

cw: cumming inside, unprotected sex, daddy kink, OT8, some fluff in the beginning, thigh job, cock riding, a bit (mxm (just slightly suggests to it, nothing bad!)), sub jisung and lix, literally straight porn and a bit of fluff, (reader is called baby, bunny, kitten, puppy, good girl)

You were seriously trying, but the entire kitchen smelled like smoke. Everything was splayed across the kitchen counter.

You were in your shared dorm with Minho, Seungmin, Jeongin, and Felix. They were coming back from the gym with the rest of the boys for your monthly movie night.

The next comeback was soon, and you and the boys were working hard. Since the nine of you guys were constantly rehearsing the dances, spending hours in the studio, and perfecting the vocals for all the tracks, you wanted to do something special for them.

You planned on making food you knew they all enjoyed, jjajangmyeon, but somehow you ended up burning the meat and the onions. You had only looked away for a minute (more like 10) because you got distracted by a video Minho had sent of the cats.

Just as smoke began to fill the kitchen, the boys appeared, watching your coughing fit while you tried to open the windows.

Felix stood there in shock. His mouth was agape before Minho came running in, trying to clean the mess you made before the burnt food stuck to the pan.

“Suprise!”

You looked at them with a weary face, ready to see their disappointed looks, only to be laughed at by Jisung and scooped up by Chan who took you to the couch, you sitting in his lap while the rest of the boys trailed behind.

“What were you trying to do sweetheart?” he asked, a look of curiosity on his face, not disappointment like you had expected. “I wanted to make you guys dinner for working so hard” you mumbled, causing Changbin to coo behind you.

“I’ll still eat it, as long as it’s made from you!” Felix had started, sitting down next to you and Chan, kissing your cheek.

“Yeah, me personally, I’m not trying to get food poisoning, but I still love you,” Seungmin said, sitting on the beanbag chair in the middle of the living room, phone still in hand.

“Why don’t we just order whatever you were making, less stress for you, okay?” Jeongin announced, opening the food delivery service app on his phone while the rest of the boys nodded, trying to decipher the burnt food that Minho was cleaning to figure out what they were supposed to be eating for dinner.

“I tried making jjajangmyeon because I knew you guys liked it” you sighed, falling back face-first into Chan’s chest. Minho let out a slight chuckle, eliciting a groan from your lips and a whole rant about how you just wanted to do something nice before the next comeback.

“It’s okay baby” Hyunjin soothed your back before finding his seat and turning on the TV. “Why don’t we just eat and watch some TV and forget about that entire mess?” Jisung grinned, trying to turn on the new anime he was trying to make the entire group watch, which elicited a sigh from both Binnie’s and Lix’s lips.

“Jisung, you are just trying to use this as an excuse to watch that weird ass shit you’ve been going on and on about” Changbin groaned, hugging the throw pillow close to his body.

“Maybe?” he grinned, causing Bin to throw the pillow at his face, which instilled Minho to throw one back.

“Look at what I started” you whined, looking at Jeongin who was finishing up ordering all the food. “How about this, why doesn’t our baby” Chan giggled, pinching your cheeks, “pick the movie because she at least to try and make dinner”

“Hey! I don’t get this kind of appreciation when I make a meal that isn’t chicken breast” Minho whined, causing Chan to throw a pillow at his face.

“You didn’t burn the food and then act cute as an apology” Seungmin retaliated, sticking out his tongue.

“I can act cute!” Minho replied, trying to do the best cute face he could muster, which caused everyone, including you, to look at him with utter disgust.

“If you get to choose the movie, could you please never do that again?” you whined, “you have a deal!” he grinned back.

As the movie began to play the nine of you gathered around the table, eating the food that was delivered as Minho and Jisung fought over whether you guys should watch Ponyo or Howl’s Moving Castle. In the end, you all decided to watch Kiki’s Delivery Service, which caused a temper tantrum from Jisung.

“Howl’s Moving Castle was the best Studio Ghibli movie” he whined, which caused Changbin to groan out loud.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m making you hit legs tomorrow” which prompted Han to shut his mouth, only opening it to stuff it full of food, his cheeks swelling at each bite.

“You are so cute” you cooed, pinching his cheeks, causing Jeongin to glare at you. “And I’m not?” he whined. You were the only one, other than Felix who was allowed to touch him.

He clings to you whenever he is bored, exactly like he is doing now. You were sitting on the floor, back to the couch, his head lying in your lap as you played with his hair. Chan was throwing away all the empty containers, as the rest of you intently watched the movie.

“Of course you are Innie” you giggled, kissing his lips, “you are the cutest!”

With a content smile, he returned to a low hum as you brushed your hand through his hair. “So cute” you muttered, causing Jisung to crawl next to you, laying his head on your thigh, puckering his lips for a kiss too.

You just giggled, placing a chaste one on his lips as he hummed with a content sigh, grabbing your hair and placing it on his head for you to play with.

You just chuckled, stroking both his and Innie’s hair as the movie played in the background. As you played with the two boys, you slowly felt lips trailing along your neck, Minho spaying wet kisses causing you to squirm.

“Stop that” you whined as Minho giggled in your ear, Seungmin looking up from his phone at your plead, a smirk ridden on his face. “But I thought you wanted to help us relax puppy, unless you don’t want that anymore?”

He slowly got up from his seat, pushing the table being used mere minutes ago out of his way. Jeongin and Jisung were still in your lap, content with the way everything was playing out, eyes on Seungmin as he walked over to you, capturing your lips with his own.

“Good kitten” Minho whispered in your ear as Seungmin licked your lips, opening them up so he could slowly push his tongue inside. Jisung and Jeongin slowly moved out of the way, watching as Minho began to attack your neck once again, leaving bites as Minnie’s lips molded with yours.

“What’s going on?” Chan declared, coming back from recycling all the plastic bowls. Seungmin ripped his mouth away from yours, a string of saliva still attached to your mouths. “She said she wanted to help us relax, so that’s exactly what we are doing”

He slowly got up from his place in front of you, walked over to Chan, ran his arms against his back, and slowly whispered into his ear. “Aren’t you tired of being pent up”

Chan shuddered, his eyes glued to you as Felix slowly crawled up to you, nibbling at the top of your breasts through your tanktop, slowly trying to pull the straps down to get better access to them.

“No fair” Jisung whined, attacking your other breast, causing you to let out a whimper. “She likes it” Hyunjin whispered out loud to no one but himself.

“Oldest to youngest per usual?” Felix whispered, his mouth coming off your right nipple, replacing it with his hand to still stimulate it.

“Other way around this time” Chan groaned, taking a seat, “I want to watch this time”

The rest just nodded as Jeongin got up from his position on the floor, taking sight of your already relaxed body as he pulled down your little pochacco shorts that Seungmin had gifted you, your tank top already halfway pulled down due to Felix’s antics.

“Fuck, this pussy is soaked hyung” Jeongin grinned, his eyes focusing on your cunt through your underwear. There was already a wet patch from being teased by Minho and Lix just moments prior.

“Let’s stretch you out, okay baby?” he whispered licking a fat stripe along your clothed pussy lips before playing with the hem of your underwear, pulling them down. You splayed your legs out a bit, allowing the rest of the boys to look directly at your cunt.

Changbin groaned, pleading to switch with Jeongin, but nothing came out of it. Jeongin dove straight first into your cunt, sucking at your clit first, your hands running through his hair as you pushed his face closer into you.

“Looking at our girl being so greedy” Hyunjin moaned, taking his cock out of his sweatpants, and stroking it as Felix watched in awe at the way your head was thrown back, lips parted.

“Fuck” you whined as Jeongin sucked at your clit particularly harshly, slowly bringing his fingers to your wet slit, gathering your wetness on his finger.

“Such a tight little cunt” Jeongin moaned into your pussy, the vibration causing you to press his face harder into you as he lapped into your hole, his nose hitting your clit. “Innie” you whined as you grinded your face into him.

“Minnie come here” you whined, using your fingers to beckon him over, “need you in my mouth” you begged.

“Move to the floor now,” Seungmin growled, causing both you and Jeongin to shift to the ground in a matter of seconds.

You were thankful for the carpet under your body, or else your body would be dealing with bruising which was not allowed, especially with the comeback so close by.

You were on your hands and knees as Seungmin laid back on the couch, allowing you access to his lap, your hands pawing at it, trying to pull his joggers down as Jeongin went back to working at your cunt.

One of his large hands spread out your folds, allowing him full access to your cunt as he pushed a finger inside of you, causing you to moan.

“She’s so fucking wet” Minho groaned, palming Jisung’s already hard cock. “She tastes so good” Jeongin replied as you pulled down Seungmin’s joggers, watching the way his cock hit his stomach in awe.

Jeongin slowly added another finger, scissoring them inside of your cunt, preparing you to take his and the other boy’s cocks.

“Fuck baby” he groaned, stroking the back of your head as you took the tip of his cock in your mouth, licking the slit on his head, capturing all the leaking pre-cum in your mouth.

“I need to fuck you” Jeongin groaned from behind you, warning you before he removed his clothes, positioning his cock to your slit, running his tip along your folds before spitting straight into your pussy for extra lubrication.

You whined into Seumgnin’s cock as Jeongin pressed the tip of his cock inside of you. “Fuck look at how you are stretching her” Chan spoke, his hand rubbing his jaw as he watched you take Seungmin’s cock in your mouth and Jeongin’s cock in your pulsing cunt.

“Do you even think her little pussy could take my cock?” Jeongin grinned, his huge hands grabbing your ass, pulling you back onto his cock, forcing you to take more of him.

“Puppy, you have to pay attention to me” Seungmin whispered, bending down to speak directly into your ear “Unless you don’t want to cum in you” he grinned.

“No, please” you moaned around his cock, wanting to taste him as Jeongin’s long cock slowly rutted inside of you, he was still pushing it inside of you inch by inch while the boys around you were all trying to get themselves off a little bit to release the pressure building inside of them.

“Fuck take my cock” Seungmin and Jeongin groaned in unison as you deepthroated Min’s dick Jeongin began thrusting into you, you pushing yourself back to fuck yourself harder on his cock.

“Fuck, there we go, such a good little puppy” Seungmin threw his head back, his hand tangled in your hair as he forced your head up and down your cock. “Fuck Min, she’s taking your cock so well” Jeongin moaned from behind you, his thrusts getting more and more sporadic, indicating that he was going to cum.

“Pussy is taking me so well nghh” he whined, his cock stilling inside of you as he covered your walls with his cum. He slowly pulled out of you, watching in awe how his cum trickled out of your pussy and down your thighs.

Seungmin on the other hand didn’t stop, your tongue running on the underside of his cock as you took more and more of him, your nose pressed into his pubic bone as he lifted his hips slightly to fuck into you.

“Fuck puppy, there we go, taking my cock so well. Look at it hyungs” he grinned as the rest of the boys watched your cunt clench around nothing as Seungmin stroked the back of your head, his moans getting louder and louder, he was seconds away from cumming.

“Such a tight, ngh, wet little mouth” he moaned, shooting his load down your throat, causing you to cough as he removed your mouth from his cock.

You swallowed every drop, showing him your empty mouth. “Good little puppy, taking what she’s given” he grinned, kissing your lips before slowly getting up, allowing the rest of the boys to have a turn with you.

“Come here Sungie” you whimpered, using your finger to make a forward motion, telling him to come towards you. He nodded, his eyes going wide as he stripped himself of his clothes clumsily coming towards you.

“It’s my turn” Felix whined, taking off his shirt, showing his toned stomach. “I know baby” you giggled, turning around and crawling towards Lix.

“You can be a good boy for me and share can’t you?” you giggled, kissing up his abs to his nipples, lapping at it like he had done to you before.

“Yes, can be a good boy for you” he whined as you just giggled. “Then, I want to try something new, the two of you come here”

The rest of the boys looked at you curiously, they had never seen this side of you. The only time you dommed was with your two boys.

“Lay down for me Sungie, you can do that for me can’t you?” you grinned, kissing his lips as Felix came behind you, whimpering into your neck as you took his cock in your hands, his boxers and shorts splayed god knows where. You slowly stroked Lix as Jisung laid down in front of you, his cock hanging slightly to the left, his tip red and leaking.

He looked delicious like this, all splayed out for you and you couldn’t get enough. You slowly bent down, kissing his thighs, leaving wet kisses up them as you reached his v-line, your tongue running along it causing him to twitch underneath you.

“Be a good boy and take it Sungie, you don’t want to upset me do you?” you asked, cocking your head to the side as he just whimpered underneath you. Felix was behind you, trying his hardest not to cum at the sight of you licking Han’s cock, your pussy on full display for him.

“Want to be a good boy for you too” he whined from behind you. He slowly released Jisung’s cock from your mouth, tsking. “Can’t even wait your turn” You turned your head back, looking at him. His eyelids fluttering, his cock’s head the reddest you’ve ever seen him.

“Oh, my poor baby just needs to get fucked, doesn’t he?” you grinned as he whined a yes. “Come here, come fuck my pussy” you shook your ass slightly in attempts to entice him.

He nodded, coming behind you and slowly inserting his cock inside of you. “Feels so good” he whined, Jisung rutting his hips into the air underneath you, jealous of how Lix was fucking you even though he was right underneath you.

“Baby, fuck Lix, Sungie don’t worry, let’s, oh fuck Lix hitting so deep inside of me, try that thing you were dying to try-ngh” you moaned as Felix fucked into you like a dog in heat. But with your statement, Jisung’s ears perked up.

He had been dying to fuck your thighs, and with the opportunity right in front of him, he didn’t waste any time. You laid yourself on top of him, him welcoming your weight as Felix’s pace slowed down slightly.

“Good boy” you whimpered “didn’t even have to tell you, might give you a reward after this” you giggled, running your hands along Lix’s abs. “Am I a good boy too?” Jisung whined, his cock lodged in between your thighs.

Jisung began to move and so did Felix, they found a pace that worked for them, Jisung’s cock leaking all over your thighs as well as protruding through them and onto Lix. The extra stimulation caused him to groan as you kissed his lips, your mouth entangled with his.

“My two good boys, fucking me so well” you moaned, your high feeling close. You couldn’t rip your mouth away from Jisung’s, the way he kissed you was like a man starved, and behind you, Lixie’s groans made it even worse.

You knew the two of them were close by the way they were fucking into you faster and faster, hoping to reach their highs.

“Gonna cum” Lix screamed from behind you, it wasn’t until Jisung’s cock rubbed your clit as he fucked your thighs that you saw stars, your walls clenching Felix’s cock so tight that he hunched over, cumming in you. Your thighs tightened around Jisung’s cock causing him to cum mere seconds after, covering your thighs in his salty release.

Felix slowly pulled away from you as your hand reached behind you, scooping up cum from your pussy and thigh, swirling them around before putting it in your mouth. “Fuck, so good for me, my good little boys,” you giggled, slowly getting up from Jisung, his body still shaking slightly underneath you.

“Who’s next?” you giggled, Hyunjin looking at you in awe, his eyes filled with lust. “Jinnie, can you please come here.”

He followed blindly, you knew exactly how he wanted you, missionary. It was Jinnie’s favorite position because he loved to look in your eyes and see every facial expression that rid your face.

“My pretty little girl” he whispered, kissing your mouth as he laid you down on the couch, taking sight of your cunt clenching around nothing.

“So cute, such a pretty little doll all for me” he whined, running the tip along your folds, it hitting your clit perfectly, causing you to jolt ever so slightly. “Is my baby sensitive, want me to go a bit slower?” he asked, pushing your hair out of your face only to kiss your lips.

“Yes please” you squirmed underneath him as he slowly inserted his cock into you, your eyes rolling back at the length.

“She didn’t do that for me” Jeongin whined somewhere in the sex-smell-ridden room. You heard a quick smack and a quick “Hey!” escape his lips, but you couldn’t even care to look at who did it, too enthralled in the way Hyunjin’s cock was filling you up.

“So tight, just for me,” he moaned, slowly thrusting his cock into you as he played with your hardened, neglected nipples. “So pretty,” he whimpered as your cock squeezed him down.

“Can you please play with my clit” you whined, feeling close to your high. “Anything for you pretty girl”

He slowly pulled his hand down to your cunt, rubbing your clit in a figure-eight motion. The moans that escaped your lips caused the rest of the boys to groan, watching your face contort at every thrust.

“I can feel you, baby,” he said, feeling the way your walls were clamping his cock. “Cum for me baby, cum on my cock and take my cum” he said, kissing your shoulder.

“Please Jinnie, too much can’t take it anymore” you whimpered underneath him, but that didn’t stop him. He needed to cum, he needed to mark you as his. “Fuck baby, you can take it, just a little more there we go”

He came with a moan, filling you up with cum and making you squirm underneath him. He kissed your lips before falling next to you, pushing the hair out of your face. “My perfect little good girl” he chuckled, removing his softening cock from your core.

“You tired?” Minho asked, coming towards you, and kissing your lips. Changbin followed right behind, taking you into his lap.

“Only three more bunny” he grinned, the cum Hyunjin had just fucked into you leaking all over his thighs. The only thing he was wearing were his boxers, which he was ready to pull off at any second.

“You think you could ride me, baby?” Changbin asked, rubbing your cunt against his thigh, causing your body to shake ever so slightly at the stimulation. He pulled down his boxers, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric.

You situated yourself over his cock, the tip slowly inserting into your weeping cunt while Minho watched the two of you, languidly stroking cock behind your back.

“Fuck baby, look at you taking my cock so well” he groaned. The rest of the boys went into their respective rooms to clean up, and get the bathtub ready for you, knowing it wouldn’t be long before all the boys had their turns.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw that Felix had just come out of the shower, his hair still wet and dripping down his toned chest. “She’s still going at it?” he asked, taking a sip of water as he watched you ride Bin’s cock.

Your tits were bouncing in front of Bin’s face, his large hands cupping them as he sucked on your neck.

Han had also re-entered the room, wearing one of Minho’s hoodies and the glasses that he always left in his room. “You aren’t fucking her?” he asked, walking up to Minho, wrapping his arms around his torso, his neck placed on his shoulder.

“Nah, I’m gonna let those two have their fun, just want to see her covered with my cum” he replied, a cat-like smirk splayed on his face. “I’ll have my fun with you later” he whispered into Sungie’s ear, kissing it as he went back to watching your ass jump up and down.

“Fuck Bunny” Changbin groaned, throwing his head back. As your pace slowed down slightly, he began to thrust his hips up into you, not knowing how long either of you would last, he wanted to make the most of it.

He grabbed your hips, placing his legs flat on the ground, thrusting straight into you, your head thrown back, hitting Minho’s chest, his chuckle vibrating against your body.

“Like it kitten?” he asked as Binnie’s thrust got faster and harder. “Yes,” you whimpered. “Going to cum” you whined the stretch of Bin’s cock being too much and the way Minho’s cock was pressed against your back, pre-cum rubbing against it, you came, your cunt squeezing in Bin’s cock so tight that he bit down on your shoulder, cumming one of the heaviest loads he had ever came.

“My bunny’s cunt is too good” he whimpered, slowly pulling you off his cock, Minho not far behind, grabbing your face so he could cum down your throat, watching the sticky creamy liquid coat your lips.

“Thank you kitten” he grinned, pulling his sweats back on, leaving you and Binnie be.

Binnie was still recuperating as Chan pulled you off his legs, throwing you over his shoulder as he took you to your room, needing to fuck you on your bed.

He yelled a quick “Don’t bother us” to the rest of the boys which half didn’t hear. He slowly placed you onto your bed, “My poor baby, taking all the boys, can you be a good girl and take Daddy’s cock too?” he whispered into your ear, kissing your neck, slowly moving down to your breasts.

“Can take it, can be a good girl for Daddy too!” you whined, opening your legs slightly to show him your cunt.

“Fuck, my good little girl”

“Fuck baby, you like that? Do you need daddy to fuck you til you forget your own name even after all the boys fucked you?” you just moaned, he was fucking you so good your tongue was loling out to the side.

“Come on baby, answer daddy. Do you like my cock fucking into you like the little slut you are?” “Yes Daddy, so good Daddy, I’m gonna cum” you said as he began circling your clit simultaneously. You couldn’t control yourself, he was pounding into you so well.

“Fuck baby, be a good girl and cum for me, cum on Daddy’s cock okay. You can do that for Daddy right baby?” you just nodded, your walls squeezing him tighter as he started thrusting inside of you harder.

“Will be a good girl for daddy, gonna cum on his cock” you hiccuped as you finally felt that strand in your stomach snap. You were cumming all over his cock as he continued to rut inside of you.

“Where do you want me to cum baby? Where do you want Daddy to cum?” “Inside of me please” you whimpered and he started pounding into you. “Fuck, want daddy’s cum don’t you baby? Want daddy to fill you up even after all the boys filled you up.”

“Yes!” you whined, your cunt getting overstimulated. “There we go, look at that, filling up my baby’s cock” He groaned, cumming inside of your fucked out cunt.

“Was I good Daddy?” you whispered as he kissed your lips.

“Did such a good job baby, helped us all out tonight. Now, let’s get you to your bathe, okay baby? ” he grinned, picking you up bridal style to your bathroom.

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devil's glare || katsuki b.

pairing: demon!bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 8.7k+

mentions: modern au where there are supernatural beings hiding amongst the population, no pronouns mentioned i think!, tho there might be implied fem reader idk, pining & lots of it, fluff, kinda spicy/suggestive near the end, innuendos galore, human reader, salt circles keep out demons if u didnt know tht

a/n: idk why but i felt like boo boo the fool while making the banner LMAO this wasn't supposed to be this long but i couldn't help myself. special thank u to @/reddriot, @/cellotonins, & my homies in the jjgc for helping me w ideas and giving encouragement!! ly<3 hope u guys enjoy!!

✧˖° bakugou katsuki is a powerful demon that you have the pleasure of dating. but when he pisses you off one day, you decide to get back at him in a pretty petty way: drawing a salt circle around you to force him to apologize.

"Hey! Whatcha up to?"

You glanced up, your eyes landing on the familiar slim figure of Mina as she stood a few meters away from you. You gave her a wave, your body nestled comfortably in the green beanbag chair you had in your cozy little living room.

"Hey!" you greeted her as you sat up slightly and adjusted your laptop on your thighs. "How'd you get in here? I thought I'd locked the door?"

"Spare key, remember?" She grinned sharply at you, holding up a pink hand that had a tiny silver key pinched between her thumb and index fingers. Of course. You rolled your eyes, flapping a hand at her so she could tell you why she was breaking into your house on a Saturday evening. "Soooo.... I thought we could hang, but I see you’re a bit preoccupied."

"Whatever gave you that idea?" you asked dryly, raising an eyebrow at her from behind your laptop screen.

"Gee, let me guess." She hummed as she tapped her chin before looking pointedly down at the wooden floor. You followed her gaze. "Maybe the fucking salt circle you have around you?"

You sighed. "Yeah, I’m kinda pissed at Katsuki. I don't want him coming anywhere near me, is all. For now."

She pouted at you, her arms crossing themselves over her chest. "But the salt circle also keeps me out, you know."

You cocked your head to the side and squinted at her—her and her pink skin and pretty dark sclera. "I thought you were a shapeshifter?"

"Yeah, but I'm also part succubus," she said as she puffed her cheeks out like she was a toddler and not a fucking supernatural being, pointing to the yellow horns that stuck out from her pink hair. You only shrugged at her.

"Sorry Mina, but I'm not getting rid of the salt circle," you told her apologetically. You were very comfortable and safe inside of it, thank you very much. You wouldn't jeopardize that, even for her.

"How long have you been like this anyways?" she asked, leaning her body against the opening to the living room that led down to the front door. "And are you... okay?"

Your expression softened at her concern. "I'm fine, honestly! Just a bit peeved at him, but he's a brat, y'know? Maybe the salt circle will teach him a lesson." You glanced at the analog clock that hung up on the wall to your right, just above the T.V. "I've been here a few hours now." That was a lie. You've been like this for the entire day, waiting for when Katsuki would eventually make his way back home. You were patient, if not stubborn.

"Riiight," she rolled her golden coins for eyes at you, "and where's Katsuki?"

You shrugged. "Beats me. The last time I saw him was this morning."

"So he doesn't know you did," she waved her hand at the floor, "this?"

"Nope! We had a bit of a…” you paused, searching for the right word, “...disagreement, and then he went off to do… whatever he does."

"Actually I saw him like, an hour ago with Eiji," she told you, standing up straight to rock back and forth on her heels. A dimple formed on her cheek as she curled her lips to the side. "He might be on his way back here, I dunno."

"Oh," you blinked at her, then ran a hand through your hair, "he might be, yeah. He usually comes back home around this time."

"Yup, yup!" She gave you a thumbs up only for her expression to suddenly twist into a sad pout. "So I’m guessing no hangout night?" She made a sadder face that drew a small laugh from you.

You gave her an apologetic look and sank back into your beanbag, propping your feet up on the small coffee table you had positioned in front of the couch. You’d made the circle large enough that it contained a decent amount of space in addition to the table and couch. "Aw, I’m sorry. Maybe some other day?"

"Boo, fine!" She let out a dramatic sigh, raising the back of her hand to her pink forehead. “When will I ever have you to myself instead of stinky Katsuki, my love?” You rolled your eyes in good nature, giggling at her antics. She shot you a grin, her skin shifting into a light brown shade as she gave you a little salute. She turned on her heels to skip her way out of the front door, lest she get caught up in the raging hellfire that was Bakugou Katsuki. "Call me if you need anything! Laterz!"

"Bye!" you called out wryly, a bit amused at her coming to see you for what was literally five minutes. You felt a bit bad, but well, you had other things to deal with.

The moment the front door clicked shut, you felt that signature ripple through the air that made the hairs on your arms raise—the one that always told you he was near. The temperature in the room got slightly warmer and you sighed, returning your focus to your laptop. You could see, from the corner of your eye, the way the shadows of your home seemed to be drawn towards the corner of the living room that was the darkest, right outside of the salt circle. You huffed. He was so dramatic.

You ignored him as he stepped out from the darkness, all tanned muscle and sharp, sharp claws. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, to your annoyance, his sculpted torso with all its rough scars on full display. Leathery, burgundy wings unfurled from his back, stretching outwards before curling neatly above him. Burning crimson eyes scanned his surroundings, his mouth opening in a fanged snarl as they eventually latched onto your form.

"The fuck is this?" Katsuki hissed as he stalked up to the circle and glared down at it as though it had personally offended him, his mother, and his father all at once.

"What?" you asked innocently, your gaze trained on your laptop instead of him. He let out another snarl at your lack of attention. "The salt circle?"

"No, the fuckin' T.V.—yes the fuckin' salt circle!"

"It's to keep you away from me," you informed him cheerfully, removing your feet from the table so you could stretch them out on the floor. You looked up at him when he made an angry noise. He started prowling around the circle, likely looking for any gaps in its circumference. He wasn't going to find any—you were very efficient when making it. Though, he certainly looked quite scary, stalking around you like that. Thank god you made the circle kind of big—he couldn't reach you at all, even if he wanted to try.

"You're pissed," he grumbled. He came to a stop somewhere near the T.V., his long, ruby red tail flicking back and forth behind him.

"No shit." You frowned at him, setting your laptop on the table so you could cross your arms at him from atop your throne of a beanbag.

He growled at you, an intimidating thing that came from the deepest part of his chest. You only tightened your position, glaring at him as he glared back with enough heat to rival the sun.

"'M not fuckin' messing around," he snarled, making himself appear bigger as he opened his wings a bit more. The black horns on his head cast shadows across his face in a way that made his eyes glow brighter. Like gleaming red giants in the night sky. "Get rid of the fucking circle."

"I'm not either," you huffed back, adamant on your position. "You need to stop putting my shit on the shelves I can’t reach!!! It’s annoying!!"

"You’re overreactin’," Katsuki said gruffly, hands curling and uncurling at his sides. Smoke puffed from his palms, little clouds of grey that dissipated in the air. “S’not my problem you’re tiny.”

"Am I?" you replied in irritation. "Speaking of that—making fun of how small I am in comparison to you is annoying as hell too!!"

He huffed and bared his canines at you. "Jus’ get outta the damn circle." He wasn’t acknowledging what you were saying!! The nerve he had.

"No." You frowned at him. He shot you a grumpy pout and started prowling around again, steps so heavy you could nearly feel them echoing through the floor.

You eyed him warily, leaning back slightly. "Are you going to stop teasing me? And apologize?" The way he scoffed and directed his glare off to the side told you what his response would be. You harrumphed and turned back to your laptop, pulling it back onto your lap. "Then I'm staying in here, whether you like it or not."

He growled some more. "Babe." You ignored him, tapping away at your keyboard. "Babe. You're bein' fucking dumb."

"Insulting me isn't gonna get you anywhere, Katsuki," you remarked dryly. He glowered at you.

"This is fuckin' stupid," he sniped at you. When you didn't say anything he swore loudly and shot his hands forward, aiming them at the salt circle. His knees bent slightly as he took on a fighting stance. "I'll jus’ blast this shit away! No way it's stronger than me—"

You snapped your head up, seeing the way his palms glowed a hot orange. Oh, he was being serious. You shouted at him, "Bakugou Katsuki if you blast a fucking hole in my floor I'll draw a salt circle around the whole house!!"

"I'll fix it." He grinned sharply, wildly, hands igniting in a blazing tangerine color that was a bright white at the center of his palms. You had just enough time to throw your hands over your head before a small explosion erupted throughout the living room. Your ears rang in the aftermath, your breaths bated.

You made a surprised sound, peeking your head from your arms to see the smoke that had swirled around you. Only, it was blocked by something, not able to enter into your space. You stood up and placed your hands on your hips as the smoke parted to reveal a scowling Katsuki. And a still intact salt circle.

You raised an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. "That just made me even more unlikely to come out, you know that right?"

Katsuki only snarled, hands still popping with tiny explosions. The scent of burnt caramel permeated through the air. "Whatever. Y'can't stay in there forever."

"Watch me," you retorted, the glint of a challenge shining in your eyes.

---

Katsuki wouldn’t leave you alone.

He was always lurking at the very edge of the salt circle, glaring at you so intensely you would’ve been dead ten times over if he had any power to kill with his eyes alone. You knew he was doing something trippy with his powers, forcing the shadows to cling to him to make himself look even scarier. He stayed in his more demonic-looking form, too—both you and him knew he could look normal if he wanted. If he was trying to intimidate you into submission, it wasn't working.

You bid your time, doing your best to ignore him and his dark presence at the corner of your vision. You watched a show on your laptop and snacked away at the takeout you were smart enough to order while he’d been out of the house.

Maybe you were being petty, maybe you were being mean, but well, he deserved to get knocked down a few pegs. The way he sometimes looked down at you—raising his stupidly perfect eyebrows—just got on your nerves. And when he purposely put your cooking supplies on the top shelves so you’d be forced to ask him for help… He knew what he was doing! He never allowed you to climb on top of the cupboards or on a chair either, always swooping in at the right time to snatch you by the waist and set you on the ground like you were a child and not a fully-grown adult. It was annoying! And also kind of… demeaning? Intentional or not.

You knew Katsuki. You knew his pride would prevent him from properly apologizing to you, especially since you were acting so pettily by not allowing him anywhere near you. He was stubborn, if not petulant, and this was what led him to sit outside your circle, pouting heavily at you with puffed cheeks. You were playing a game to see who would last longer, with the consequence being touch-starvation. And by god, you were determined to win.

A few hours passed like this, with him not moving from his seated position to your left. He had an arm propped on one of his knees that was bent up close to his chest. The way he hid his lower face behind it made the depth of his stare infinitely more piercing. He was clearly trying to burn the side of your head off, with how intense he was being. Luckily for you, you were basically immune, having known him for so long. You glanced over at him, the distance between the two of you, then sat up on your beanbag chair. It was getting pretty late and you were slightly sore from sitting in the same spot for so long.

You placed your laptop neatly on the table and stood up, stretching your arms and back out. It drew a deep sigh from you, and you rubbed at your hip before you turned to walk the five steps it took to get to Katsuki. You stopped just before the salt line and looked down at him. Then you waited, an expectant look on your face.

He glowered and shifted his long legs around so he could slowly stand up. Your head followed the motion, watching as he rolled his thick shoulders and stood at his full, towering height. His shadow drowned you, his burgundy wings extending out so it could curl above you in a threatening manner. You looked at him, ignoring the way he purposely flexed his pecs and cracked his neck. That wasn’t going to work on you.

So there you stood, pretty little you, dressed in fuzzy socks, sweats, and a shirt with a little bunny on it, staring up at this bristling, scowling demon as though he didn’t look like he was about to murder you with all the strength in his arms.

Katsuki snarled and his large hand shot out as though to grab you now that you were literal inches away from him. But something stopped him, something that made a vein pop out on his forehead. The muscles in his arm strained, but he couldn’t reach you. Couldn’t touch you. And you simply smirked.

“Giving up yet?” you asked him slyly, crossing your arms.

“Fuck you, human,” he bit back harshly as he drew back his hand. His voice was deep and raspy, nearly sending a shiver scuttling down your spine. His tail flicked irritably behind him. “Ya gotta get outta there eventually. Don’t y’have human needs you need to take care of before sleepin’?”

“What, like brushing my teeth and stuff?” You rolled your eyes and took a step back from him. He growled at you once you did, eyes unwavering as he continued to glare at you. “I can skip a night, if I have to, demon.”

His chin wrinkled as he pouted. “S’not proper hygiene.”

“Yeah, but I’m not leaving the circle,” you replied cheerfully as you walked over to your laptop to shut it down. You took a drink of water from one of the bottles you had on the table, swished it around your mouth a bit, then sat down on the couch so you could lay yourself along it to sleep on for the night.

You made yourself comfy on your side, bunching one of the couch pillows under your head and arms. Like this, you were facing Katsuki as he stood at the same spot you’d left him. He slouched forward, tucking his clawed hands into the pockets of the black sweats you’d bought him a while ago.

“You know, all you have to do is apologize,” you reminded him. You curled your legs up closer to your chest. “Isn’t that hard.”

Katuski looked like he was chewing on his tongue for a moment, the skin between his eyebrows wrinkled a bit. You waited to see what he would do, but something shifted in his expression and he only huffed loudly. He turned on his heel and stormed away in the direction of your bedroom, his feet stomping away at the floor.

You only rolled your eyes at his attitude, nestling further into the couch.

---

Something smelled good.

You woke up to it, your eyes still closed as you inhaled deeply. It was familiar and you found yourself peeking an eye open slightly in curiosity. You hadn’t taken off the lights in the living room last night—the light switch was outside of the circle—so you had to blink a few times to allow your retinas to adjust. You sat up slowly, rolling your neck and shoulders to get rid of the stiffness that came with sleeping on a couch for nine hours. You squinted then raised your eyes to look at Katsuki, who was standing beyond the salt circle with a plate in his hands and your tiny apron wrapped around his equally tiny waist.

“Morning,” you told him sleepily, one of your hands combing through your hair in an attempt to fix it.

“Made breakfast,” was his short reply, nodding his head at the plate in his hand. He lowered it slightly so you could see it was your favorite. You raised an eyebrow.

“Did you now,” you hummed as you leaned forward to grab your phone from the table to check the time. It was almost nine in the morning. You yawned and stretched your arms up in the air. You didn’t know if it was a demon thing or a Katsuki thing, but he was ridiculously good at cooking and he knew it. You were strong, however. It would take more than a home cooked breakfast to get you to crack. “You resorting to bribery?”

He scoffed loudly. “If it’ll get you to leave the fuckin’ circle.”

You smiled at him but didn’t get up from the couch, only slouching into the cushions further. You switched your attention to your phone, back to ignoring Katsuki for the time being. You had to bite your lower lip when he growled and sat down on the floor, still holding the comically small plate in his huge hands.

You knew you would be able to last much longer than him. But you had a bit of a problem—something you could only solve if you got a bit of outside help. You navigated to the messages app on your phone and opened up the chat you had with Mina.

hey, can i ask you for a favor, you texted her. You only had to wait a few minutes before the little typing bubble on her end popped up.

sure thing bestie. what’s up? kacchan bothering u? >:((

can you and eiji distract him for an hour or smth? i hv to pee like… rly badly LOL. This wasn’t something you’d thought out very well, apparently.

LMAOOOOO YEA SURE KSDHFKSJ go piss girl!!!

my bladder and i thank you and him very much <33

You let out a breath of air and rested your head back on the cushion. While it wasn’t an immediate problem for you, you knew it would be eventually. If Mina and Eijirou could get Katsuki out of the house for a bit it could allow you to freshen up in the bathroom, maybe take a speedy shower. You scrolled idly on your phone for a bit, physically forcing yourself to not look up when you heard his phone let out a ding. And then another. And another. Damn, what was Mina doing?

You heard him grumble under his breath for a few minutes. Then, he stood up and paced to the kitchen. You pretended to read something as he came back into the living room while pulling on a black shirt with a skull on it. His wings and horns were gone, and when you peeked at his eyes they were no longer glowing that bright crimson color they always were when he was around you or his friends.

“Be back,” he mumbled, not looking up at you as you waved a hand at him as a farewell. He stomped his way over to the front door and pulled it open, then disappeared into the outside world. The temperature in the house dropped slightly with his departure. You waited a few minutes after the door closed, holding your breath and straining your ears to see if you could still hear him. Then, you exhaled and jumped up. You jogged over to the salt circle and hopped across it, making a beeline for the bathroom.

It didn’t take you long to brush your teeth and take a quick shower. You had to keep in mind that you had limited time to really do anything. You shuffled around in your bedroom, your towel wrapped around your body as you picked through your clothes. Should you go for something casual again or something… cuter? Maybe dressing up a bit would make him more likely to fold. You hummed as you pulled out a nice shirt and skirt, then shifted in your sock drawer to pull out a pair of thigh highs. Oh yeah. You usually saved those bad boys for dates—Katsuki absolutely loved how you looked in them, you knew that. Not that he would admit that to your face.

You snickered as you pulled on your outfit and sprayed some perfume he also liked. Maybe a bit of lip gloss while you were at it. A cute hairstyle. Was this going overboard? Oh well!

Once you were done, you exited the room and headed for the kitchen. Your expression softened as you saw the dishes drying on the little rack you had for them. You pulled open the fridge and took out the plate of food he had neatly saran-wrapped. The mere act of him cooking this for you had something tugging at your heart. Even if it was to lure you out of the circle, you still appreciated it.

You spent a bit eating what he’d made, keeping an eye on the time all the while. You should still have about twenty minutes before he would return—assuming Mina was going by the exact hour like you’d told her. You polished off the plate and washed it before you tucked it on the dish rack. After heading to your room to fix up your face again, you steadily made your way back over to the living room.

But just as you approached the opening that led to it, you heard the front door open—felt the temperature increase once more.

You froze, snapping your head to the entrance to see Katsuki standing there, fifteen minutes earlier than you’d expected. His crimson eyes immediately locked onto your form, his hand still gripping onto the doorknob of the open door. You blinked at him, the way he tensed his shoulders under his shirt. You could see the way his burning eyes moved from your clothed feet, lingered around the exposed parts of your thighs above your socks, hovered around your torso and shoulders, stared at your shiny lips, before they eventually landed on your eyes. A beat passed. Then another.

You lunged for the salt circle, arms extended out before you as you ducked into a roll over the line of salt. A yelp left your lips as you felt the graze of his claws on your back. He snarled something as you landed on the floor on your ass, your heart racing a hundred miles an hour at the close call you just had. You brought a hand up to your chest and let out a deep breath of air before you twisted yourself around on the ground to look at him.

“You little fuckin’ minx,” Katsuki snarled, his body tensed at the edge of the salt circle as he bared his fangs at you. There was a ripping sound, his wings erupting from his back through his shirt as his horns sprouted on his head. His eyes sparked to life again, both of his hands pressed against that invisible shield you had to protect you. His tail whipped in a frenzy behind him. “Fuckin’ cheater.”

“Welcome home, handsome,” you greeted him with a mischievous grin, heaving yourself to your feet so you could brush your clothes off and properly face him.

“Y’got Raccoon Eyes and Shitty Hair to distract me on purpose,” he hissed out as a response, his eyes narrowing at you.

You shrugged at him and turned around to plop down on your beanbag again. “I dunno, did I?” Then, as an afterthought, you added, “Breakfast was great, by the way.”

He only growled at you some more—an angry thing that made goosebumps break out on your skin. You wisely elected to ignore him, snatching your phone from the couch to peek at your notifications. There was one from Mina, sent to you about ten minutes ago:

he figured us out!!! he’s on his way rn bestie run!!

If only you’d actually taken your phone with you. Then you wouldn’t have had to parkour your way into the circle.

Small explosions erupted from Katsuki’s palms, sparks flying into the air above them. His voice was low, dangerous, when he spoke. “Get. Out.”

“Apologize,” you said in turn, giving him a pointed look. When all he did was scowl at you, you shrugged and set your phone to the side so you could grab your laptop. “Then no.”

Katsuki kept a closer eye on you after that.

In retaliation to your change in clothes, you found that he’d stripped down to his briefs to reveal this thick fucking thighs and calves. You wouldn’t have realized if he hadn’t thrown his fucking shirt at you, nailing you right in the face in a way that made you jump. Then, once he realized he could throw things at you, he did the same thing with his sweats, hitting you in the face once more as you spluttered and looked over at him.

He only gave you a pointed stare as he crossed his arms under his pecs and leaned against one of the living room walls with his wings folded behind him. He was goddamn attractive—he knew that, you knew that, he knew that you knew that... You were determined to not let that affect you, however, rolling your eyes at his actions. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before; he couldn’t crack you like that.

You didn’t know how he wasn’t bored just standing there, watching you. At least you were able to keep yourself busy by doing work on your laptop or watching a show. But him? All he did was stare at you. It made you a bit self-conscious, but you couldn’t really do anything about it, could you?

At one point in the afternoon, he pushed himself off the wall and disappeared elsewhere in the house. You only spared him a glance, part of you wondering what he was up to this time. You got your answer when you heard a faucet turn on from the bathroom. Was he going to shower? You returned your focus to your laptop only to look up again when you heard him walk back into the living room ten minutes later. You immediately looked back at your laptop, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your staring.

“Ran a bath with those dumb salts you like,” Katsuki grumbled, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. Somehow that was worse than him parading around in his briefs.

“Yeah?” you responded in what you hoped was an aloof manner. Enticing you with a bath was not going to work either—even with the implication that he would join you for once. “Have fun.”

He lingered a bit, as though to see if you would cave. But when you didn’t and merely hit play again on the episode you were on, he scowled and stomped away. You had to suppress a smile as you listened to him curse to himself in the bathroom. Maybe after all of this you’ll treat him to something for all the suffering you were causing. Maybe.

You almost didn’t notice when he wandered back into the living room after his bath, one of his hands rubbing at his damp hair with a towel while the other typed away at his phone. He’d finally pulled back on some sweats, though his chest glistened with droplets of water that ran down the inclines of his chest and abdomen. You snorted a little to yourself, then paused when the doorbell suddenly rang.

You looked at the front door, then at Katsuki. “Are you expecting anyone?” When he shook his head no, you glanced at your phone to check if you had any notifications. You didn’t. You looked back at him to see he had reverted back to his more human-looking form. “Can you go check?”

He only raised an eyebrow at you, pocketing his phone. “No. You check.”

You gave him an unimpressed look. “Katsuki. Go check the door.”

“No.”

You sighed—you knew what he was doing here. Before you could open your mouth to argue with him, however, the door opened on its own. Both your heads snapped towards it to see who’d entered. It was Mina again, to your confusion, gripping that little silver key in her fingers as she paraded in with a few other people. You recognized the familiar red hair of Eijirou, along with the bright yellow of Denki and deep black of Hanta. They waved at you cheerfully as they walked over.

“What… are you guys doing here?” you asked in surprise, setting your laptop to the side so you could stand up and walk to the edge of the salt circle. They were all normal-looking, though as soon as the front door clicked shut, their appearances shifted to their more natural ones.

“A certain pink shifter let slip what you were doing with Kacchan over here,” Denki said slyly, his black tail lazily waving behind him. He took one long look at the salt circle, then over at the constipated expression on Katsuki’s face, before he broke out in rambunctious laughter. One of Katsuki’s eyes twitched, his teeth bared in a silent snarl.

“We thought you could use a bit of company!” Mina snickered, one of her fingers innocently twirling a strand of her pink hair. “Maybe some encouragement!”

“I almost didn’t believe it,” Hanta choked out through his cackles, kneeling against the ground as he banged his fist against it. He raised himself up to wipe a tear from his eye, a wide shit-eating grin on his face. “Holy shit, Kacchan you really did this to yourself, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki grunted and his arms moved to cross themselves over his bare chest, the towel thrown over one of his shoulders. He glared at his friends, but they only ignored him, laughing harder at his expression.

“Man, all you gotta do is apologize!” Eijirou told him through his own sharp grin, the wolf ears on his head twitching slightly as his friends cackled around him. “It’s not that hard!”

“That’s what I keep telling him,” you huffed, a smile on your face. Katsuki only gave you the stink eye. You stuck your tongue out at him.

“We—” Denki coughed into his fist, his cheeks red from cry-laughing. “We d-didn’t just come here to laugh, you know.”

“Yeah,” Hanta added in, picking his lanky figure up from the ground to give you a fanged smile. “We came bearing gifts.”

You raised an eyebrow at them. “Gifts?”

It was then that you realized Eijirou was holding a small, paper bag. Hanta and Denki both reached into it when Eijirou held out to them. You looked at them curiously, then let out a pfft when they each pulled out a carton of salt and a small water gun, respectively. Katsuki let out a snarl when he saw the carton of salt in Hanta’s hand.

“Hell yeah!” You grinned widely as Hanta did a dramatic wave with his free hand and brandished the salt at you.

“Hell no!” Katsuki rasped, swiping a clawed hand at Hanta who let out a yelp and leaped over the line of salt on the ground to join you in your circle. “Soy Sauce Face, I swear to All Might I'll shove garlic so far down your throat you’ll be shittin’ cloves for weeks. Get back here.”

“Man, how are you gonna do that from aaaallll the way over there?” Hanta grinned as he walked closer to you to throw an arm around your shoulders. You let out a laugh when he tugged you close to his side. “Sorry Kacchan but this is my lover now.”

Katsuki let out an animalistic sound, his hands pressing against the force that prevented him from crossing the salt circle. You only gave him a smile and watched as Hanta walked over to another part of the salt circle. He popped open the little nozzle on the carton and promptly turned it upside down. The salt spilled from it like a white, crystalline waterfall to add on to what was already on the floor. This was going to be a bitch to clean up.

“You know,” Mina giggled as she watched Hanta walk around the inside of the circle’s circumference, “I don’t think that's how that works.”

“It’s not but I appreciate the attempt,” you added amusedly, stepping away to give Hanta more room to thicken the circle.

“Stop that, right the fuck now,” Katsuki hissed as he attempted to grab Hanta as he walked by. He failed, of course. You almost felt bad for him.

“Or what?” Hanta snickered. “Gonna cry?”

“Piss your pants?” Mina cackled, then let out a small scream when Katsuki directed his glare at her. She stepped behind Denki, who was twirling the water gun in his hand, a wide smirk stretching across his face.

“Maybe shit and cu— WAHADHDFJG!” Denki yelped as Katsuki lunged towards him, snarling furiously. He pointed the water gun at Katsuki and pulled on the trigger to squirt whatever was inside it at the ash-blond. You snapped your head towards them when Katsuki let out a pained hiss and backed away from Denki as he clutched at his face.

“What’s in that?!” Your eyes widened, stepping closer to the edge of the circle so you could peer at Katsuki. He growled lowly as he looked up, the skin on his cheek an irritated pink. His wings extended out, crimson eyes practically glowing as he glared at Denki, who only raised his hands up in surrender.

“What the fuck, Discount Pikachu?!” Katsuki almost roared out, his hair bristling and his hands flexing angrily. “Is that fuckin’ holy water?!”

“It’s diluted!!!” Denki screamed as Katsuki pounced at him again, somehow managing to evade the irate demon. He ran around the circle to try to avoid Katsuki chasing after him with a dangerous growl. “It won’t hurt that much!!” You frowned at his words.

“How the hell did you even get that?!” you asked, your lips pulling to the side in a grimace.

“He asked Shouto for help blessing it,” Eijirou told you and you let out an ohh. Shouto was part angel, so that made sense.

“I told him not to bring it!!” Mina called out, her and Eijirou retreating closer to the front door in case they needed to make a mad dash out of it.

“Bro didn’t listen,” Eijirou said with a shrug, “Whatever Katsuki does is deserved.”

“Rude!!” Denki yelped again when Katsuki got a bit too close to him and sprayed the demon again across the chest this time. You hadn’t noticed before, but his skin made a slight sizzling sound when the holy water came in contact with it. Katsuki hissed but continued his stomping around the circle to try to grab Denki. Yeah, you didn’t think diluted holy water was going to stop him anytime soon.

“But aren’t you an incubus, Denki?” you asked confusedly, spinning in a little circle to watch said incubus run around. “Won’t the water hurt you too?”

“I got gloves on, it's fine!!”

“Done!” Hanta suddenly announced. You turned to look at him as he tossed the salt carton to the side and brushed his palms off. He gave you a wink and a bow. “Your circle has been reinforced!”

“Thanks,” you said dryly, then spun back around once Denki let out a small shriek. You hid a small smile behind your hand as Katsuki towered over Denki with a sadistic-looking grin on his face. You prayed for the incubus when you saw Katsuki had somehow managed to snatch up the water gun. He pointed it at Denki’s face, right between his golden eyes that crossed to look at it.

“Fucker,” Katsuki snarled through gritted teeth. He then leaned down closer to Denki’s face. “Run.”

“Aaaand that’s our cue to leave!” Hanta said cheerfully as Denki yelped and ducked away from Katsuki spraying the water gun at him. The incubus cursed and made a mad dash for the front door.

“Abort!! Abort!!” he yelled, waving his hands to get Mina to open the door for him. “Crazy demon on the loose!!”

“Get the fuck back here!!!”

“Bye!!” Mina called out to you as she opened the door to let Denki through, followed by a raging Katsuki who’d shifted to his normal form the moment before he left the house. “Keep us updated on this whole situation!”

“Stay strong!” Eijirou encouraged you, flexing one of his arms to emphasize his point. The wolf ears on his head disappeared, his teeth changing to look less sharp and more normal. “Don’t let him bully you into conceding!!”

“Good luck, soldier!” Hanta added, giving you a wave as he slouched his way to the front door as well, the fangs in his mouth shortening. You chuckled and gave them a farewell, watching as they disappeared onto the streets and headed in the direction of Denki’s faint screaming.

For a moment, a very quiet moment, you were alone. A faint smile lingered on your face as you looked around, sighing at the thick circle of salt around you and the discarded carton at the side. You walked over to pick it up and set it on your little coffee table, then wondered if you’d have enough time to use the bathroom. You might as well. So you jogged over to the bathroom to freshen up at lightning speed. If you inhaled too deeply, you could smell the aftermath of Katsuki’s bath—the caramel scent that hovered in the air. You shook your head and washed your hands, then headed back to the living room to plop down on your beanbag and wait for Katsuki’s eventual return once he got tired of beating up his friend.

Lo and behold, not even ten minutes later he came stalking back through the front door, grumbling under his breath about this and that. You looked over at him, expression softening, once he stormed his way into the living room and crossed his arms.

And the way he pouted at you, lines of irritated pink spanning across his torso and face from the holy water, nearly made you cave at that exact instance.

“I hope you didn’t mess Denki up too much,” you commented lightly, sinking down further into your beanbag.

Katsuki let out a low growl and pulled the water gun from his pocket to toss onto the floor. He stared pointedly at you, a deep huff escaping his lips. “Ya gonna leave or what?” Typical of him to ignore your statements. You nearly rolled your eyes at him.

When all you did was give him an expectant look and a raised eyebrow, he snarled, his fists clenching. The hair on his head bristled and his tail snapped to the side. He was starting to get even more irritated, you could tell. “I swear once ya get outta that damn circle, babe, ’m gonna fuck you up.”

“Oh?” You leaned towards him, tilting your head. You had to bite back a smile. “Is that a threat?”

A scowl spread across his face and you would rather die than admit that your heart rate spiked at his following words. “‘S a goddamn promise.”

---

It was getting harder and harder to ignore Katsuki as the time ticked by.

You’d been doing so well earlier, content with ignoring him and watching your show. But he seemed to have caught on to your shift in mood. You didn’t know how. You just couldn’t stop thinking of what he threatened to do to you—what he promised—and now you were slightly out of it, thanks to him. He knew, he fucking knew, that the way you kept zoning out was because of him. And he used that to his goddamn advantage for the next few hours. You had to plug in your earbuds to try to ignore him.

“Sweetheart,” he called to you in that dangerously low voice. The one that made something stir in the pit of your stomach. Your jaw tensed. He only used that particular nickname when he was up to no good. “Oi. Look at me.” You refused to. “Look at me, right now.” Nope, not going to happen, no matter how hot he sounded.

Something shot you in the face.

You spluttered, wiping a hand across your face at the water that had nailed you right in the forehead. Your eyes darted over to Katsuki, a grumpy frown sliding onto your face when you saw him holding that stupid water gun he’d stolen from Denki. He smirked at you as he leaned against one of the living room walls, sitting down on the ground in a way where one of his legs was bent near his chest and the other was splayed on the floor. He still had those pink lines across his face and chest. You wondered when they would fade away, only to jump when he shot you again with the water gun.

“Katsuki!” you seethed, using your fingers to wipe the water from your cheek. “Stop that! You’ll get my laptop wet!!”

He only smirked wider, crueler, and sprayed you again. You grumbled and rubbed your eyes. Diluted holy water kind of stung. “Look at you,” he snickered, “gettin’ all wet ‘cause of me, hah?”

“Katsuki!” you shouted, appalled at his choice of words. Something twisted in your stomach, heat spreading across your cheeks. “That’s not gonna make me leave!”

“Yeah?” He tilted his head and moved the gun so he could shoot water at your thighs. You glared at him, using a hand to wipe the droplets away. “Ya gotta eventually, babe. And once you do,” his teeth bared at you, sharp, “‘M gonna drag that pretty ass to the bedroom and rip that little skirt—”

“Katsuki!!”

“—right off those pretty legs and stick my fing—”

“No!!” You exclaimed, your face burning up as you snatched an empty water bottle from the table and chucked it at him. He lifted a lazy hand and batted it away, his smirk widening at your scandalized expression. “Bakugou Katsuki if you say another word—”

“You’ll what?” he drawled, leaning his head back against the wall. Crimson eyes pierced through you, reading you like you were an open book. “‘Cause I guarantee I’ll do worse.”

You clamped your mouth shut and fumed at him. You hated the way he could make you flustered with just his words. You let out a hmph and turned away from him, raising the volume up on your laptop so you didn’t have to listen to him anymore.

And it worked, for about an hour or so. You couldn’t hear him, couldn’t really entirely see him as he sat outside the circle. He sprayed you a few more times with the water gun, but you just ignored him some more and he eventually stopped. You were able to calm down and reel in your emotions, getting ensnared in the plot of the episode you were watching. You were aware of Katsuki pacing around outside the circle, and when you finally lowered the volume down once more, you could hear him cursing and growling. He was frustrated, terribly so, but you only sat there and waited.

Then the doorbell rang. Again.

You looked up with raised eyebrows, watching as Katsuki grumbled and slouched his way over to the front door. He wasn’t shifting to his human form, so you assumed it was someone he had called over himself. Sure enough, once he opened the door, you were greeted by the nervous figure of Izuku, to your surprise.

“Deku,” Katsuki grunted, stepping to the side to let said man in. “‘Bout fuckin’ time.” Izuku slid into the house and stammered out a greeting to the demon, before he walked over to the living room to greet you.

“Hey! What’re you doing here?” you asked him confusedly, setting your laptop on the table so you could stand up warily. Your eyes glanced from Izuku’s apologetic expression to Katsuki’s grumpy one. Something in your stomach sank slightly. This couldn’t be good for you.

“Well! Kacchan told me about, uh, what you were doing,” he scratched his freckled cheek as he glanced at the ash-blond, “and um, well, he kinda… kinda threatened? Me? To get rid of the circle. So! I uh, had to come over.” Your eyes widened and you glared at Katsuki for a moment—the bastard had the gall to smirk slightly at you—before you looked at Izuku who was shuffling closer to the circle. Part of you wondered how desperate Katsuki had been to have resorted to asking Izuku for help, even if they were on somewhat good terms now.

“Izuku, no, please don’t,” you nearly begged him, tensing your legs when he came to a stop near the circle and knelt down. “This is between Katsuki and I, you don’t need to—”

“Ah, I’m really sorry,” Izuku only grimaced at you, his green eyes darting over to Katsuki again before he looked up at you. “I’m really, really sorry. But I ah, I owe Kacchan a favor and um, I really can’t say no to him, either way. I’m sorry.”

“Izuku,” you tried one more time, then pouted when he touched two fingers to the salt circle. You took a couple steps back, your body tensing as Izuku’s fingertips glowed a light turquoise. The color spread to the entire circumference of the circle, and before you knew it, it had disappeared. Vanished, in a flash. Fuck.

Izuku stood up and gave you another apologetic look. You tensed up, eyes locked onto Katsuki who stared back at you dangerously. Warningly. “I’ll um, just head out. Bye! And sorry, again.”

You and Katsuki just continued to stare at each other as Izuku made his way back to the front door. You bent your legs, watching as Katsuki’s wings slowly extended out to make himself larger, his hands sharpening into claws. He bent forward, a wicked smirk on his face. There was nothing separating the two of you now. You swallowed thickly. His tail flicked side to side slowly.

The front door opened, then shut. A beat passed.

You shrieked as Katsuki lunged towards you, ducking down under him as he sailed over you. He snarled something, but you couldn’t hear what exactly it was over the sound of your racing heart. You rolled out of the way as he lunged for you again, his face twisted into a furious scowl.

“Babe, c’mere!” he roared out, swiping a hand at you that you narrowly dodged by leaping to the left. The temperature in the room spiked, the hairs on your arms stood up. And you turned on your heels and made a mad dash for your bedroom, trying to escape the sharp grip of Katsuki.

But well, he was a demon. And you were not.

A hot hand latched onto your arm. You yelped as you were tugged back and around. Katsuki twirled you so that you were facing him and both his hands clamped down on your arms. You were forced to look up at his frowning face as he loomed over you, drowning you in his form, his scent, once more. You let out a huff.

“I’m still mad at you,” you said flatly as you turned your head and stuck your nose up at him. He growled, something you felt through his chest as his hands moved so that he could lower himself down further and wrap his arms around your waist, pressing you against him. He nudged at the side of your head with his own. You continued to ignore him, stubbornly staring out at the side instead of at him.

“Hey,” he nudged you again, “hey, look at me.”

“No,” you replied sternly, turning your head further when he started to nose at your cheek. You were limp in his hold, not reciprocating his affections as he bopped your head with his own and dragged his nose down the side of your face, your neck. You had to suppress a shiver at the feel of his hot breath along your exposed skin. “I said no Katsuki!”

He grumbled and pressed a light kiss at the base of your neck. You leaned away, as much as you could, anyways. He let out a deep sigh. “Okay, ‘m sorry.” You peeked an eye open at him.

“For?”

“For movin’ your shit,” he replied shortly, pressing another kiss to the side of your neck, before he bit down lightly at your skin. You sighed quietly, and once he let go, you turned your head so you could look at him properly, one of your eyebrows raised.

“And?” you pressed on expectantly. Katsuki let out a huff.

“And makin’ fun of your height,” he added on begrudgingly, arms tightening around you. There was a moment where you just watched him, squinting your eyes slightly. He waited for your response, that signature pout soon forming on his face.

You rolled your eyes. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” You wiggled your arms out from his hold and reached up to hold his face. He leaned further into your touch, closing his eyes when your thumbs ran over the pink marks still on his cheeks. “Aww, poor baby. You missed me that much, hm?”

“‘M not a baby,” he mumbled out as you raised yourself up so you could press a gentle kiss to his right cheek. Then to his left. You could see the tips of his ears turn pink. “Don’t y’ever do that shit again, got it?”

“Mmhm.” You hummed as you squished his face together between your palms and leaned away so you could look at him. Katsuki opened his eyes to look at you, and the drunk look he had made your heart squeeze in your chest. You raised yourself back up to press a soft kiss to his chapped lips, smiling into them when he held you closer. Tighter. If only the world knew that big bad demon Katsuki fell apart with a single touch from you.

When you pulled apart, you had but a moment’s notice before you felt yourself being picked up. You let out a small yelp, feeling yourself get tossed over one of Katsuki’s thick shoulders. You gripped onto his wings for dear life, feeling them flex under your touch.

“Katsuki, what are you doing?!” you muffled out, your face pressed to his bare back. When he responded, you could practically hear the sharp grin in his voice, one of his hands raising to give you a firm slap on the ass. Your face burned, gut bottoming out in anticipation.

“Made a promise, didn’t I?”

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Call Me Back

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: death, a small sexual innuendo, and lots of commas and long sentences

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: You and Wanda promised each other you would always call to check in, and Wanda’s going to do her best to keep that promise, no matter what.

The first time you met Wanda was… well, when was the first time you met Wanda? Was it when wisps of red flashed in front of your eyes, projecting images so horrific and lifelike that you all but collapsed in a heartbeat? Or was it when she stepped forward to shake your hand timidly, grief and determination filling the witch as she promised to make up for it?

“I- I wouldn’t have done it if I… we were just trying…”

“Don’t worry about it,” you had told her with a smile before confiding in her about your own missteps, how you’d wreaked havoc on all of New York with your powers of body modification after your own parents died, how Fury finally got the Avengers to catch you, and how they quickly became your new family.

“You mean they really almost burned the kitchen down trying to make you a birthday cake?” The brunette giggled later that night as you recounted the story of your sixteenth birthday, the two of you sitting comfortably beside each other on the living room sofa.

“Yup. And when Nat showed up with an ice cream cake fifteen minutes later to find smoke in the living room, Sam told me she freaked on everyone.”

“Excuse me, Y/N, I did not do any ‘freaking.’ God, is that what you teenagers are calling it now?” The two of you erupted into laughter, and the redhead could do nothing more than shake her head, a smirk playing on her lips no matter how hard she tried to conceal it.

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Much like Nat and Steve predicted, the two of you became fast friends. You sat next to each other on movie nights, sang karaoke in your room when you thought everyone else was asleep (if they weren’t awake when you started, they certainly were once you were thirty seconds into Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance With Somebody”), and, much to Steve’s dismay, when you finally became confident with your ability to grow wings on your back, snuck out regularly for late-night flights around the compound.

But you also insisted on being there for Wanda’s training sessions, even if it meant you had to wake up an hour earlier. You cradled the witch in your arms when she woke up night after night with an aching hole in her heart before you eventually insisted you guys just share a room. And you promised her, above everything else, that when you went out for anything, whether it be a quick grocery run or a month-long mission, you’d let her know you were okay.

You knew the promise she pleaded you to make was a result of the anxiety she suffered. She’d lost everyone she cared about; if a simple text or call was enough to put her at ease, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

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“Wanda,” you’d whispered, the teen immediately sitting up straight when she’d heard the cracks in your voice. “I- I don’t know what to do. I’m safe, but...” She told you to stay there, don’t move, she’d be there in minutes. And, with your brain unable to function enough to think of any other option, you listened.

Her heart broke at the sight of you, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself and your head hung, you feet occasionally kicking the wet sidewalk. The neon sign of the restaurant your date had promised to meet you at illuminated one side of your face, allowing her to see the tears that you had tried but failed so desperately to hold in. But the witch didn’t let you see her emotions, instead whisking you away from the unfamiliar section of the city, brushing the tears off of your cheeks and bringing you to the twenty-four-hour diner for milkshakes. She made a fool of herself in front of the waitstaff until tears flowed from your eyes once again, but this time, the crystalline drops rolled down your raised cheeks, aching from smiling too hard.

When you had a panic attack during training because you couldn’t get one of your body modification attempts to reverse—”Wanda, I cannot be stuck with claws for hands, I can’t!”—she refused to let you hang up until the steady sounds of her own breathing calmed you down, the sharp nails receding and making way for the soft pads of your very human fingertips.

And when she called you after the mission in Lagos, you worked tirelessly to complete your own solo mission as soon as you could. You returned to the tower to find her holed up in the bedroom, news broadcasts playing nonstop on the television to remind her of the horrors she’d committed; accident or not, she told you, she needed to hold herself accountable. You simply shook your head at her, holding out your hand without another word. She didn’t take it at first.

“You can’t fix it, Y/N. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you.” She was expecting you to fight her back on it, yell at her and demand that she take your hand, or perhaps you’d go the complete opposite direction and leave her alone, let her be swallowed by guilt and anguish, rip open old wounds and form new ones as she thought of how she tore apart families that were probably much like her own. You did neither.

Wanda’s green eyes remained fixed on your outstretched hand. You stayed silent, one eyebrow cocked as if daring her to see what would happen should she choose not to take it. It was only then that she realized, for once in her life, the person she most loved wasn’t leaving; the support she so desperately needed wouldn’t be yanked away from her when it was mere centimeters from her grasp.

So she rested her fingers in the palm of your hand, and you pulled her out to the balcony where the two of you had spent night after night watching the stars instead of sleeping, making up funny names for each of them and rolling in fits of laughter that only came to those delirious and sleep-deprived enough to understand just what was so funny. Except, this time, instead of dropping into the oversized beanbag chair that was the usual spot of your stargazing shenanigans, she watched curiously as you removed your shirt. Her mouth dropped as you closed your eyes and allowed the white feathers to emerge from beside the ridges of your spine. Although it was a process she’d seen several times before, your modifications had never ceased to amaze her, and your angel-like wings had always been her favorite. The witch admired the additions as you allowed them to flap slowly, once, twice, before turning back to her.

“Let’s go,” you finally spoke, the order gentle but leaving no room for negotiation.

“Where are we going?”

“Away.” That was enough for the brunette, who squeezed your hand before following your lead. She allowed you to guide her through the maze of clouds and couldn’t help but smile softly as the sun’s rays hit your face at just the right angle. You wore the exhaustion from your recent mission on your face, and streaks of dirt covered the bruises that she was sure littered your body. But she was content, in awe, because you were you. You didn’t put up walls to hide your scars from the world, didn’t use passive-aggressiveness to hide the passion that burned in your heart. At the end of the day, you were good, purely and truly good. You were an angel; even the sun knew it.

What Wanda didn’t realize, but what you taught her that night, as she sat surrounded by sunflowers, the moon, thousands of gleaming stars, and the tickle of your feathers as your wing pulled her close to you, was that she was one too.

“I’m glad you called me,” you whispered, your eyes not leaving the open sky as you pointed out a particularly bright spot. “I’m gonna call that one… Philip. He looks regal, real proud. Look at him, so much brighter than the others, and he knows it too.” The witch breathed out a soft chuckle, stroking her fingers over your feathers as she responded.

“I’m glad I called you too. And I think Philip is a good name for him. What about that one?”

“Hmm… Walter? He’s a bit more serious, I think. But you see the one next to him?” You waited until you got a nod from the girl before continuing. “That’s his sister. She makes sure he has fun, even when he says he doesn’t want to. But you name her, Wands. Naming stars is a two-person job, you know.” She squeezed the elbow that you nudged her with before giving in.

“Alright… that’s Delia. And, yeah, she’s the best. The life of the party. Walter keeps her grounded, though,” Wanda added, to which you agreed to with a hum. You two fell quiet after that, enjoying the comfortable silence and looking up at the twinkling lights, some of them gaining names and stories, others waiting to be named another night.

“Wanda?”

“Yeah?”

“You call me if you ever need me, okay? I know we started this with me calling you, but I’m here for you too.” The witch met your eyes with a firm bob of her head, but you continued, desperate to make sure she understood. “And if I don’t pick up at first, you call me back, okay? Call me until I respond, promise?”

“I promise,” Wanda soothed gently. “I will.”

“Okay, good, good. Because,” Wanda felt a brush of your feathers against her upper arm as you fluttered your wings, slightly agitated, “because I think I love you. I mean, um, I know. I know I love you. I love you. Yeah, I-” Wanda shut you up with a kiss, her lips pressed urgently against yours. And if you hadn’t lost your breath from your rambling or your declaration of love to the girl of your dreams, then you most definitely lost it as your lips melted into hers, in the comforting warmth of her palm against your cheek, and in the words that left her mouth as you finally pulled apart, breathless.

“I will, Y/N, I promise. Because I love you too.”

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People thought you were inseparable before you started dating, but they all realized how wrong they were after that night. The two twin beds quickly became a queen-sized mattress, sideline support during training sessions became fierce yet playful spars, and the private giggles you guys shared grew tenfold. Fury wasn’t exactly happy that his unofficial daughter was now dating, but he was pleased by how efficiently the two of you worked together, which led you to this moment, the two of you covering the Quinjet while waiting for the rest of the Avengers to finish their business inside the massive Hydra base. With Wanda covering the ground and you in the sky, flying with the white-feathered wings that Wanda loved so dearly, the two of you held off the swarms of Hydra agents relatively well. With a small break in between incoming agents, Wanda looked up to check on you, but she was a moment too late. Before she could even think to warn you, the pure feathers she loved to brush her fingers through fell from the sky, the white stained with red, your screams ripping through her eardrums.

No one, including Wanda, had time to think as she exploded with a new rage, one that hadn’t run through her in years. One that she hoped she would never experience again, but here she was. And there you were.

While you were held in the air by her signature red mist, the opposing agents fell to the ground. She didn’t care about their screams, only yours. And with them all dealt with, she could turn to you, rushing you both into the Quinjet and yelling for the other Avengers to get back here, now.

But her efforts were futile. She could press down on the wounds all she wanted, beg for you to come back until her voice was nothing more than a whisper, but nothing would work. You were gone the instant the missile had hit you, and as much as Wanda wanted to deny the truth, she knew it just as much as your other teammates did when they rushed onto the Quinjet. You were gone before you could say a single goodbye.

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The first time Wanda called was from your shared bedroom. She dialed your number before tracing the pillow where your head would have laid, running her fingers over the cartoon carrots that covered the comforter. The yellow bedding set was a gag gift Tony had gotten the two of you when you got your new bed.

“You know, since I figure the two of you will be going at it like rabbits,” he winked before getting immediately smacked in the back of the head by Steve.

“They will be doing no such thing,” the supersoldier had chastised him with a roll of his eyes. “God, Stark, sometimes I forget you have a brain when you say such stupid things.”

But you loved it, telling Wanda, “The carrots remind me of you, Bunny.” And how could she return the present when you were being so sweet about it? But the sheets didn’t make her smile in the same way they once did because you were gone. No one was there to tease her about the way her nose wiggled much like the little white fluffy creatures or promise to get her carrots from the market the next day.

The call went to voicemail, and as bittersweet as it was, Wanda savored it because it was you. Your voice. But the beep came far too soon, and your turn was done. So she spoke.

“Y/N, hey, it’s me, Wanda. I, um, I love you. I’ll always love you, yeah?” The witch put the phone down, thinking that was all she could bear to say as the lump in her throat ballooned in size and hot tears filled her eyes. But just before time was up, her hand shot up to press the device against her ear again. “Call me back, milaya.”

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The second time Wanda called was from the balcony. The brunette eyed the sparkling diamonds that filled the sky, wondering how you could be gone when, the last time she was here, you were right there beside her, laughing over the boys’ latest shenanigans and Ned, the newly named star.

Now, the beanbag chair felt too big, too empty without another person sitting next to her. Without you. So she dialed your number, the only number she bothered to learn by heart, and waited for the dulcet tones of your voice. As the dial tone rang, she ran one hand over the white feather that laid gingerly in her lap. Natasha had given it to her along with several others a few days after your death. Each of the team members had one to remember you by, but the spy had picked out the biggest and most brilliant ones to give to Wanda.

“I know how much her wings meant to you-” Natasha stiffened as Wanda threw her arms around her. But the witch didn’t care, her tears soaking the redhead’s shirt as she tried to find the words to thank her. She couldn’t, but it was okay. Natasha knew anyway. Wanda had little time to reflect on the memory before her face brightened at the sound of your voice.

“Hi, this is Y/N-

“And her girlfriend, Wanda! She’s taken, so don’t even think about it, you jerk!” Wanda smiled slightly at your jubilant laughter, remembering how you’d pushed her away for interrupting you.

“I’m not available right now, but leave me your name, number, and message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can, okay? Talk to you soon.” The witch’s eyes closed slightly as the greeting ended with a spell of your giggles before it was interrupted by that damn beep. God, how she hated that beep. Nevertheless, she took a breath and spoke out into the clear night sky, looking up at the stars as she did so.

“Hi, lyubov moya, it’s me. Wanda. I’m calling you back, just like you told me to. I’m not okay. I need you. I love you.” Her breath caught in her throat, forcing her to pause for a moment, but she forced herself to keep going a second later. “Sam and Bucky did the stupidest thing today. Nat and Steve were all over their asses. You should’ve seen it. I miss you. Please, call me back. I’ll tell you all about it.”

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The last time Wanda called was from the sunflower field. The two of you hadn’t been here since the night you told her you loved her. In fact, it took Wanda several hours to find it since she hadn’t been paying much attention to the route the first time you came.

Once again, the night was clear, the stars lighting up the dark canvas with their radiance. She missed the feeling of your wing wrapped around her, of your presence next to her. But she had one of your feathers in her fingers and your voice in her ear, and to ask for more would be greedy, right?

“Hi, angel. It’s Wanda. I’m calling you back to leave a message, but I can’t do it again after this because I don’t want your voicemail to fill up, okay? I’m sorry, I know I’m being selfish, but I need to be able to hear your voice, so I can’t let it fill up. But I haven’t forgotten you, I promise I haven’t. I never will. I’m still-” Wanda swallowed, a fighting effort to calm the waver in her voice. “I’m still not okay, but I’m trying. For you. But I’m not okay, I need you to call me back. I’ve named one up there Halia, but her twin sister needs a name. And naming stars is a two-person job, you know.” The witch sniffed once as the corner of her lip curved up slightly, remembering the playfulness in your voice when you’d first said the line. “Call me back, Y/N, please.”

With the message over, Wanda clutched the phone to her chest, her breaths becoming faster and shallower as she closed her eyes, trying to accept the knowledge that it’d be the last time she’d ever leave a message, the knowledge that she was really losing you… the knowledge that she already lost you.

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Months went by. Wanda wasn’t sure how they did, but they did. The first sign of it was the first Halloween without you, as she saw the other couples dressing up in matching costumes that you would’ve loved, costumes you would’ve pointed out to Wanda with an excited bounce and told her you’d have to wear next year. The next was Thanksgiving, when Wanda ran through the list of everything she was thankful for and came up short when she thought about the people she still had left. And then it was Christmas, and Valentine’s Day, and the first day of summer.

And while Wanda did her best to move on, she always found herself under the stars, dialing your number. She sat on the balcony, in the sunflower field, wherever she could see the sky, and she listened to your voice telling her that you’d call her back as soon as you could, always forcing herself to hang up a second before the beep could cut you off. Wanda named every other star she saw, leaving the ones in between for you and hoping that you’d approve of the names she chose.

“I’m naming that one Angel for you, Y/N,” Wanda murmured. “It’s even brighter than Philip. It’s the brightest star in the sky. I know you think it’s silly to name things after people, but this one’s just special, so you’re gonna have to make an exception, okay?” The brunette’s lips stopped moving, but her eyes stayed wide open as she watched the star as if, if she watched it long enough, studied it hard enough, you would materialize from its luminescence. As if you would come back to her. But when you didn’t, she finally allowed her watering eyes to rest, her eyelids drooping to surround her in darkness.

“I’m not okay, Y/N.” The witch’s voice was softer than it had ever been, more tired. But this time, there was no one to whisk her off and make her forget the heaviness of it all. “I need you so badly. I love you so much. I always will. But, please, angel, call me back.”

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