#Why isn’t it Friday damnit

[sicbaby]

sleeping beauty

stepdad!leon kennedy x f!reader

cw: 18+ smut, stepcest, somnophilia, non consensual (at first)

it was a weekend you were looking forward to. a nice little winter vacation with your mom and some of her friends. it would be nice to get out of the house for a while anyway, especially since your seasonal depression kicked in.

however, your plans quickly changed when you fell ill. god damnit, stupid fucking weather. had to ruin your plans. now you were bed ridden, absolutely no energy so you refused to do anything. your loving mother didn’t bat an eye, wishing you well and heading off with her friends for the weekend. thanks, mom.

luckily, your stepdad was free. leon.

leon was a good dad, sweet and caring… more than your mom ever was. you liked him a lot. your mom put leon in charge of taking care of you for the weekend, and he was more than happy to oblige. he barely ever had time off work, and he was looking forward to spending time with you.

it was friday night and leon sat on the couch watching tv, feeling frustrated. the reason why? you.

yes, you. the poor little thing that had slept the day away. he had planned out the whole evening for the two of you. he was going to make soup, cuddle you and watch your favorite movies and kiss and love on you. like a good father should when his daughter gets sick. but you never even got out of bed. he felt lonely, frustrated, and needy. he missed his pretty little girl.

it was getting late. he shut down the house and put away the full pot of soup he had made for you. just seeing it sitting there made his frustration grow even stronger.

he turned off all the lights, locking the front door and heading upstairs. he’s mad at you.

he knows he shouldn’t feel that way, especially when you’re sick. but he can’t help it. he passes your door, not giving it a second look as he heads to his room.

he strips to his boxers, ready to get in bed as he fights an internal struggle within himself.

god, it’s not your fault, you poor thing. but he has needs too, doesn’t matter if you’re sick. with a frustrated sigh, he heads to down the hall to check on you.

he knocks on your door softly, and when there isn’t a response he opens it. the air is damp, filled with the peppermint scent of your diffuser on full blast. the room is dark, and he can hardly see until he comes closer. you’re sleeping. still.

his gaze wanders over your sleeping form. you were on your belly with your left leg hiked up. you were wearing the sheerest pink nightgown, and the silk practically melted into your body, leaving little to the imagination. it also didn’t help that your position caused the gown to ride up, the bottom of your cheeks exposed to him. nothing underneath that slutty little gown, of course. despite his irritation, he couldn't deny the allure of your vulnerability. a mischievous grin tugs at the corner of his lips as a wicked idea forms in his mind.

leon slowly approaches the side of the bed, his steps almost silent against the carpeted floor. he felt as if you owed him for the lonely, isolated day he had.

swiftly, he reaches out and gently brushes his hand against your cheek, feeling the warmth of your feverish skin beneath his fingertips. "you know, i was hoping we could have some quality time together," he murmured, his tone mocking. "but it seems like you're too busy being a useless little burden, sleeping the day away."

his frustration brewed beneath the surface, and he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. leon slowly reaches down, his fingers grazing over your thigh. the touch was light, teasing, not wanting to wake you up just yet.

"since you're so useless, maybe i should find another way to entertain myself," he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "hmmm,” he hums, “maybe i'll have to wake you up properly, little sleeping beauty."

leon's hand continued caressing your thigh, inching higher and higher. your mouth was wide open, snoring softly. he chuckled at that. even sick and asleep, you were such a prize. and he was going to claim you.

trailing his hand along the back of your left thigh, he nudges it to the side slightly, guiding your legs to open more for him. he trails up and up, until his index finger flicks over the soft flesh of your pussy. he smirks when you don’t move, and proceeds to glide his finger up and down your folds until it settles on your clit. he applies just enough pressure to elicit a small noise from your parted lips. it’s barely noticeable, though, and he keeps playing and teasing with your pussy until that warm wetness is coating his finger.

the act of making you wet even while you slept was an intoxicating feeling for leon. the sudden urge to possess you and claim you as his own rushes over him.

he crawls over you, settling into bed next to you. he places a light hand on your back, feeling the silk of your nightgown. his touch trailed lower and his fingers knead the soft flesh of your ass, reveling in its plumpness. he couldn't help but let out a low, husky groan as his desire for you intensified.

leon's desire grew even stronger as he shifted closer to you. being careful not to disturb you, he delicately repositioned you onto your side, hand still firmly gripping your ass. once he’s satisfied with your position, he presses his hand to the front of your hips, pressing your ass against him. his cock hardens at the feeling of your warm and soft ass against him. he couldn't help but grind his hips against yours, feeling his cock grow with every slow rut. a low growl of satisfaction escaped his lips as he continued, moving his head up to press his face into your hair, inhaling your scent.

he looks back down to your ass, slowly and carefully lifting your nightgown up your back, exposing your bare skin to the fabric of his boxers as he continues to slowly hump you. in a low, whispered voice, he couldn't resist indulging in dirty talk again, knowing you wouldn't hear him. you were so deep in your slumber.

"hi, princess.” he taunts, right in your ear this time. “you gonna let daddy fuck your tight little pussy? hm? yeah, you are. daddy’s gonna do whatever he wants with you tonight, baby," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. “daddy deserves that, right?” he asks, reaching up to grab your chin, forcing you to nod your head in your sleep. he chuckles deeply at this. “yeah, that’s right. good girl, baby.”

as he continues grinding against you, his hand lowers from your chin to your breasts, lightly grazing his fingers over your nipples, smirking to himself when he feels them harden almost immediately. you don’t move, don’t make any noise, and he wonders how much farther he can go. he trails his left hand down your tummy to your pussy, his hand once again finding your clit. at this point, you’re soaked. “dirty fucking girl..” he chuckles deeply.

he removes his hand, wiping your slick off on his boxers as he pulls them down his legs. he tosses them off the bed, moving back to you to lift up your leg. he scoots up, placing his now hard cock up against your wet cunt. he brings your leg back down and groans at the feeling of your lips and thighs surrounding his cock. he begins humping you again, your pussy continuously wetting his dick and making the most obscene noises in the quiet room.

it wasn’t until now you stir slightly, in a weird dream like state. you feel heat on your neck, a warmth against your body and wetness pooling between your legs. and yet, your mind can’t comprehend it, choosing to stay asleep.

leon continues humping his cock against your pussy, grunting softly in your ear. soon, he’s losing all control. he quickly lifts your leg, taking his dick into his hand as he slaps your cunt a few times with it, teasing himself yet again. he rubs it back and forth, pushing his head against your entrance, gauging your reaction. you still don’t move, and he scoffs a little. he finally presses the tip of his cock into your waiting hole, slowly yet surely filling you up. he barely gets all the way inside when you finally wake up, in a daze.

“hmm- huh, hnnng? leon?” you whine, immediately trying to get up when you feel a heavy, almost painful weight inside of you. you’re sick, weak and confused, your whines almost sound like you’re about to cry. and you just might, until leon pushes you gently back onto your side. “shhh, shhh, princess. it’s okay, daddy’s here. just needed to fill you up, make you feel better. daddy just wanted to feel you. that’s okay, right baby?” he shushes you, keeping his cock buried deep inside you.

you lay back against the pillows, your face contorted in confusion and worry. you nod. “o-oh, y-yeah… okay, daddy…” you immediately comply. you trust your dad. whatever he’s doing.

your voice is weak, eyes burning and you’re just so fucking tired. your state turns leon on even more. you don’t even comprehend what’s going on until you blink a few more times.

and then you realize it. your stepdads cock is inside of you.

“d-dad?” you say weakly, unable to move. your eyes shift around the room, scared to move, scared to turn around to face him.

“yeah?” he groans. “so naughty. leaving your daddy all alone all day.” he mumbles. “you’re gonna make it up to me, kay princess?” his voice is condescending, a bit mean, and it makes your pussy clench around him. yet your face tells a different story. you’re on the verge of tears. why is this happening? he laughs breathily into the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. you want this just as much as him. even if you don’t realize it yet.

your mouth is slightly open, unable to breathe through your nose due to your sickness. you feel dizzy, your body hot and sweaty and leon begins to thrust, pounding into you relentlessly from behind. your body is completely limp in his hold, his left hand digging into your thigh harshly as he keeps your leg up in the air.

you cry out, your body feeling so fragile and sore. he’s just making it worse. this isn’t right. but why are you so wet? your panic increases by the second.

“d-dad! stop! this is so bad,” you sob. “t-this is sooo wrong!”

his thrusts are forceful, taking exactly what he wants from you with no mercy. he can sense your energy waning, your body growing weaker as you try to fight back. he drops your leg, reaching around to rub circles into your swollen clit.

“oh, it feels wrong, does it?” he growls. “but i know you want this, baby girl. fight all you want. pussy’s fuckin’ crying for me.” he feels your body trembling, little whines and cries falling from your pretty mouth.

you feel so overwhelmed, thrashing in his hold, tears falling from your eyes. you don’t even know what you want, a pure mess, brain mushy and can’t think straight. your movements are futile against him. “s-stop! stop! hurts, daddy! please…” he’s huge, practically splitting you in two on his dick.

“no, no, baby. you be good for daddy. you don’t wanna make daddy angry, hmm? bad girls don’t get to cum, you know.” his voice is surprisingly soft, yet so fucking condescending it makes a sob erupt from you. he pulls all the way back out, before slamming his entire length back into your pussy.

“d-daddy,” you cry. “please!” you’re shaking so much, poor baby. your pussy keeps clenching, sucking in his cock before trying to spit him out.

“awww.” he coos. “does daddy’s cock feel too big for your tiny little pussy, baby girl?” he slows his thrusts, giving you some time to adjust. you can feel your heartbeat racing in every part of your body, especially in your cunt. you’re thankful he slows down. you can really feel him this way, feel how every ridge drags deliciously against your walls. it feels too good now. you want to cum. you need to cum.

however, leon doesn’t like taking it slow. “don’t worry, honey. i know you can take it.” he resumes a faster pace, your entire body bouncing from the force. your sobs of pain and discomfort quickly turn into whiny moans of pleasure, no matter how much you try to fight it.

he grabs your cheeks roughly, squeezing them, making your lips pout as he turns your head towards him slightly. he kisses at your tears, tasting the saltiness on your face.

“you’re doing so well, my precious little toy. you’re such a good girl for taking all of daddy’s cock.” he praises, causing you to subconsciously relax a little, letting him sink deeper into your cunt.

“thaaaats it, princess,” he continues, bottoming out and stilling for a moment again. he kisses your neck hungrily, breathing in your scent once again. “you ready to cum for daddy, my little bunny?” he teases, his voice dripping with control. you whine in response, that dumb little brain of yours not able to form words. “beg for it, baby. show me just how badly you need it.” he ruts up harshly into you one time, urging you to speak. it causes you to gasp out a broken moan.

“p-please… please.. need ‘t cum…” it’s a weak response, but you truly aren’t able to conjure up anything better. your hips have a mind of its own, grinding back on leon’s cock desperately searching for release.

leon would want to make you beg for it until you were screaming, but he had to have some type of consideration for his sick baby, right?

he doesn’t respond to your begging, only continuing to pound into you. it feels so good you feel like you’re about to pass out, head empty and dizzy.

he reaches around once more, slapping your bouncing tits a few times, making you gasp. you throw your hands up, trying to stop him but he easily swats your hands away and continues. his fingertips drop down harshly right on your hard, sensitive nipples. “nuh uh, baby. what did i say, huh?” he threatens in a high pitched, taunting baby-like voice.

“‘m sorr- sorry, daddy!” you cry out, hiccuping, your voice hoarse.

“mm, it’s okay, my sweet girl. ‘s brave, endured so much for daddy. go ahead and cum, baby. cum all over daddy’s cock.” he says through gritted teeth. he stops his assault on your tits, bringing his hand down to rub at your puffy clit.

your hand wraps around his wrist, pushing it down harder against the swollen nub. he smirks at this. your lip is drawn between your teeth, body going stiff as you near your release.

“cmon, baby. be a good girl for me. wanna feel that tight pussy cum around my cock. you want it, don’t you?” he encourages, his balls drawing up, so so so close to cumming inside of you.

“mhm, mhm, mhm!” you moan, nodding your head once you feel your orgasm approaching. your jaw goes slack, eyes rolling back into your head, body convulsing as you cum hard. your head is thrown back, resting on leon’s shoulder. he places kisses on your temple, holding you tight through your release.

he starts rutting into you like a rabbit as he cums, shooting his load deep into your womb, offering a warm satisfaction in your lower belly. his thrusts turn into slow, sharp ruts, making sure your cunt takes everything he has to give.

“fuck, baby.” he grunts, his body convulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure. he stays inside of you for a moment. both of you are breathing hard and you sigh tiredly. he moves the hair from out of your face, kissing you sweetly on the cheek.

your cheeks are red and puffy, stained with tears. you feel so good, you can’t even be upset at what just happened. in fact, you want it to happen again.

exhaustion washes over you. your thoughts, your morality… it can wait for the morning.

“go back to sleep, sweet girl. daddy will take care of you. love you so much, princess.” he kisses your forehead, nosing your hairline, inhaling your sweet scent. he just can’t get enough. such a perfect little girl, and now he’s claimed you. his perfect little girl, all for him.

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[nanawritesit]

Obey Me! Demon Brothers: You Getting Jealous of One of Their Fans and Pulling Them Away Protectively

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Anonymous said: “Hey when you have time can you please do a jealous MC so basically the context is that one of the brothers or undatebales (you can do both if you want) fans are flirting with then and mc grabs the brothers/undateables tie and pulls them down their level and say "sorry guys this demon is mine"”

Of course anon! I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to write this request! I think this is such an amazing idea and I had a lot of fun with it! I hope you have just as much reading it :)

There’s some slightly suggestive remarks from the brothers (because protectiveness and anger is HOT) but there’s no explicit NSFW content in this! Other than that I don’t think there’s any triggers to list!

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Lucifer:

He isn’t totally oblivious to how attractive he is. His own pride made sure that he knew just how good looking he was. He honestly just didn’t care enough to engage with the people that flirted with him. He would usually just be polite, then say he had a lot of work to do and walk off. However, this particular fangirl kept walking along beside him, complimenting him and asking him questions about his love life. She was wearing a RAD uniform, so he couldn’t just tell her to buzz off. He told himself to just keep walking with long strides, and soon he would be at the House of Lamentation. Finally, he arrived at the doors.

“Well if you’ll excuse me, I need to go inside now.” he told the girl, trying his hardest not to sound as annoyed as he really felt inside.

“Can I come in then?” she asked him suggestively.

“No. You can’t.” a new voice spoke from behind the two of them. They both whipped their heads around to see you strutting up the steps with purpose, arms crossed over your chest. You shoved past her and grabbed your boyfriend’s tie, ushering him inside. You looked over your shoulder before slamming the door in her face.

“Sorry girly, but this demon is all mine.”

After you locked the door behind you, you turned around to see Lucifer with his hands on his hips, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. “Well that wasn’t very mature.”

“Like you didn’t do the same thing last week when that demon was hitting on me?” you demanded, an amused smirk painted on your face.

Lucifer sighed, then chuckled lightly as he approached you. He slid his large hands over your waist, and instinctively you crossed your wrists together above his neck. “I suppose we did make an agreement that we belong to each other.” He leaned down to give you a soft kiss, lingering for a little while. He then moved his lips to your ear.

“Pride suits you well my dear.” he whispered, knowing very well what he was doing to you. “Seeing you strut up those stairs and drag me inside really did something to me.”

“Oh? Would you like me to drag you upstairs and remind you who you belong to?” you asked, grabbing his tie again to bring him down to your level to kiss him again.

“Oi! Why is the door locked! You know I never bring a key!” a loud voice suddenly whined behind you, pounding demandingly on the front door.

“Damnit Mammon!” Lucifer grumbled, huffing over to the door.

Mammon:

You were both at the casino, like you were every other Friday night. Mammon had just gotten his allowance, and planned to use it well tonight, trying every slot machine and stupid card game he could. There was one machine in particular that had really pulled him in, and he had tried it ten times already to no avail.

“Okay, well I’m gonna go get us some drinks while you figure this one out.” you sighed, patting him on the shoulder before walking away. He just gave you a simple nod and went back to the game.

The bar wasn’t that far away from him, so it wasn’t that long before you had placed your order. As you waited for the bartender to fix your drinks, you heard a shrill, high-pitched voice next to you.

“Need some help with that machine?” it said. You turned around to see some succubus talking to Mammon, leaning up against the slot machine. Your teeth immediately grinded together, but you told yourself to keep your cool. She’s probably just one of the employees trying to swindle him, you thought to yourself.

“Try it if ya want, but I think it’s rigged.” Mammon sighed and backed away from the machine, seeming hardly interested in the girl.

You smiled to yourself. That was, until she pushed a few buttons and made a waterfall of grimm come out of the machine.

“Wow! That was amazing!” Mammon gaped, taking off his sunglasses to make sure he was seeing this correctly. He immediately knelt down to grab the grimm, then stopped himself. “Oh, did you wanna keep it?”

“Nah, you can have it.” the succubus chirped with a sickeningly sweet smile. “As long as I can get your number.”

At that exact moment, the bartender plopped your drinks down in front of you. You thanked him, then threw back your drink in one swift gulp. You grabbed Mammon’s drink and then quickly shuffled over towards them, stopping in front of him to face the succubus.

“Unfortunately, you won’t be getting that from him tonight. Or anything else on any other night. This happens to be MY demon.” you yanked down on his tie and kissed him roughly, moving your lips over his a few times. Mammon was absolutely flabbergasted, his eyes popping wide open and his face turning as red as a tomato. You pulled back suddenly, then wiped your lip with the back of your hand. You then shoved his drink into his hand before turning back to the succubus. “Now, I suggest you leave before things get ugly.”

The succubus scoffed and rolled her eyes, then turned on her heel and sauntered off. You couldn’t help the proud smile that curled up your lips.

“Babe, um… can we go home?” Mammon asked in a small voice, grabbing your hand softly.

You instantly turned back around in confusion. “Why babe? Didn’t you have an allowance to spend?” you asked.

“Well, I think this was more than I could make if I spent the whole night here...” He gestured to the pile of grimm still sitting in the slot machine. “Plus, um…. you were really hot just now, and I really need to do something about it.”

You laughed at your boyfriend, finally realizing what he was planning in his head. “You liked seeing me be territorial?”

He nodded frantically. “Uh-huh. I think it unleashed something in me and now I don’t wanna be in public anymore.”

“Well okay then.” you smirked, linking your arm with his and leading him to the exit. “But you’re buying me dinner with some of that grimm.”

Leviathan: 

You were both at an anime convention. Levi was in his Ruri-Chan cosplay, and he had even convinced you to dress up as Azuki-Tan, her loyal sidekick. While you wanted so desperately to make your boyfriend happy, it was very awkward lumbering around in a giant pancake costume.

“Babe, I need a break.” you confessed, pulling him to the side. “Will you be okay if I take a breather in the bathroom? I’m sweating profusely and this costume desperately needs aired out.”

“Of course MC! I’ll just wait over here! I’ve been wanting to look through this comic I got anyway.” he smiled, squeezing your hand lightly.

“Thank you, I promise I’ll only be a few minutes.” you told him, and he nodded before going over to sit on a nearby bench.

After you came back out of the bathroom, costume back on, you noticed another guy in a Ruri-Chan cosplay talking to your boyfriend.

“It’s so nice to meet you! The Ruri-Chan fan base is so small here in the Devildom!” Levi beamed innocently.

“I know right? Your cosplay is so much better than mine though. It looks so good on you….” the stranger complimented, raking his eyes over Levi’s body in a way that made you sick to your stomach.

“Babe, who’s this?” you asked, walking back over to Levi. His face instantly lit up when he saw you again, standing up to grab your hand.

“Oh yay, you’re back! This is (insignificant name,) he’s also a fan of Ruri-Chan!” He then turned to his new friend. “This is MC, my partner.”

The guy looked instantly displeased, giving you a passive aggressive smile but with judgmental eyes. “Nice pancake costume.” he sneered, chuckling at you. “You know, if my boyfriend wanted me to go to a convention with him, I would also dress up as his favorite character.”

You let out a cold chuckle, and Levi instantly knew there was no going back. He tried to put a hand on your shoulder, but you were already clunking past him towards the demon. “Well then it’s a good thing Levi isn’t your boyfriend. He’s mine.” you smirked, giving him a sickeningly sweet smile. “Not only is he my boyfriend, he’s my demon. We have a pact, and nothing you can do is ever gonna change that.”

You then grabbed Levi by the bow around his neck and started walking away. “Oh and by the way…” you began, looking over your shoulder one last time at the surly demon. “Her name is Azuki-Tan, not pancake.”

Once you were a fair distance away, Levi immediately started fangirling. “Wooooah MC! That was amazing! You totally have the potential of a yandere protagonist! The envy was radiating off of you!” he gushed.

You giggled, then looped your arm through his. “Only you could think I look badass in a pancake costume.”

“I’m serious MC! It was totally cool how you told him off! And… I kind of like being thought of as your property…” he confessed, looking at you with a slight blush.

You stopped in your tracks to raise your brow at him with a cat-like grin, then clicked your tongue and continued walking. “Wait until we get home to get all suggestive. It’s hard to feel hot in this get-up.”

“You always look hot to me.” he smiled, kissing you on the cheek before continuing to walk through the convention hall with you proudly on his arm.

Satan:

You were on a date at the local cat cafe, having a great time taking pictures with all the cute cats and enjoying your delicious coffees. It was so rare to see him with such a genuine, joyful expression on his face. Then again, the only time he wasn’t entirely consumed with wrath was whenever you were around.

After a little while, you announced that you had to go to the bathroom. Upon your return, you saw one of the waitresses in a cat-maid uniform leaning her elbows on your table in front of your boyfriend. He was obviously uncomfortable, going stiff in his seat and petting the cat in his lap as a clutch.

You decided to hang back for a bit and observe the situation. Maybe she was just trying to get a good tip, or maybe it was part of the restaurant’s appeal. You didn’t want to make a scene without knowing for sure that she was after him.

“You seem to like that cat there.” the waitress chirped, pointing to the cat in Satan’s lap.

“Yeah, he’s very cute.” the blonde demon said flatly, “He was all over my partner a second ago.”

“Partner?” she inquired.

This was it. Her reaction would show you exactly what her intentions were.

“Well maybe they can go home with the cat and I can go home with you. I’m a much cuter kitty, don’t you think?”

Oh hell no. That was enough. You strode up to the waitress and pulled her back by the fake cat ears on her head, placing yourself between her and Satan. “Back off you discount hello kitty! That’s MY demon you’re flirting with!” you seethed.

The girl was instantly frightened and scampered away to the other side of the restaurant. You smirked evilly to yourself, then turned around to see Satan looking at you expectantly.

“What? I didn’t push her THAT hard.” you said defensively.

“I know.” he chuckled. “I would’ve pushed her harder.”

You laughed at him, then sat back down across from him. “Well, that’s why you’re the Avatar of Wrath.”

“I don’t know, you might give me a run for my money. You were pretty furious just now.” he remarked, that signature cynical grin on his face.

“Just give me that cute cat back.” you demanded, holding your hands out to the little ball of black fur that Satan was holding.

“Fine, but I’m not letting this go forever. Your anger is captivating my dear.”

Asmodeus:

You and Asmo weren’t technically dating yet. You were in some sort of friends with benefits stage where you fooled around together but hadn’t yet had a conversation on whether or not you were exclusive. And you thought you were fine with the way things were. That was, until you were at The Fall Club watching him dance with some random guy.

“MC, if you don’t like it you should say something.” Solomon commented from his spot next to you, no doubt trying to stir the pot. “Glaring at them isn’t going to do much.”

“What am I supposed to say Sol?” you asked perplexedly. “You want me to stride up to them and say ‘Hey stop dancing with him because he might be my boyfriend soon?’”

“It would certainly be effective.” the sorcerer grinned. He then placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Or you can just sit here with me the rest of the night feeling miserable.”

You groaned before plopping your head on his shoulder. “You’re right. You’re always right, and I’m sick of it.”

“That’s why I’m your best friend.” he chuckled, then nudged you forward with his shoulder. “I’ll buy you a drink if you can do it successfully.”

You reluctantly came to your feet at Solomon’s action, turning to the dance floor. You thought it was going to be difficult, but as soon as you saw the way that guy was looking at Asmo, something snapped in your reserve.

“Hey-“ you began, tapping the stranger on his shoulder. He flipped around to look at you, then flashed you a charming smile.

“Hey sweetheart, how’s it going?” he practically purred, instantly shifting his interest onto you.

Was this guy for real? He was all over Asmo just a second ago, and now he was trying to get with you too? You just stood there in disbelief for a moment. But Asmo didn’t seem too upset. He seemed more interested in what you would do next, his expression curious and focused.

You shook your head and came back to reality. “I don’t mean to be rude, but that’s MY demon you’ve been dancing with. I’m sorry, but you can’t have him. He belongs to me.”

The handsome stranger instantly looked shocked, gasping a little bit with his hand over his mouth. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know you guys were a thing!” He looked between you and Asmo for a moment. “You guys make a hot couple though. Do you need a third?”

“Dude, get out of here!” you exclaimed, half in annoyance and half in laughter. The guy just threw his hands up in the air in surrender, then strode away from the both of you.

You started to pivot on your foot to face Asmo, but before you could complete the turn he had you locked in his arms. One hand was pressed against the small of your back, and the other was clutching the back of your neck, titling your head up to face him.

“My darling MC…” he uttered, looking into your eyes with a hypnotically admiring gaze, “If you wanted me all to yourself, all you had to do was ask.”

“Then, can I please be the only one you dance with?” you practically begged, mirroring the desperation and passion you felt radiating off of him.

“You’ll get all my dances, and everything else I have to offer.” he reassured, now just mere centimeters away from your face. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, consuming you in a kiss that was so electrifying it made you dizzy.

“Although…” he continued after he pulled back, resting both hands on your hips, “I don’t feel much like dancing anymore… I’d rather take you home and show you just how much I belong to you.”

“Give me a few minutes.” you winked, ruffling his hair a bit. “Solomon owes me a drink.”

Beelzebub:

You and the brothers were all in the bleachers watching him compete in a Fangol tournament, cheering him on as the game came to a close in his team’s favor. As you all made your way down the steps to congratulate him, you noticed one of the cheerleaders crowding him. She was jumping up and down in front of him, gushing shamelessly at how amazing he was, and tugging on his arm. Sweet Beel didn’t want to be mean, but you could tell he was uncomfortable by the way his eyes kept shifting towards you.

“What should we do?” Mammon asked, not quite knowing how you felt about the situation.

“As if you need to ask. MC is going to eat her alive.” Satan chuckled.

“MC please…” Lucifer said putting a hand on your shoulder, “Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

You all turned your attention back to Beel and the cheerleader. Suddenly, she jumped up and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“I’ve changed my mind. Get rid of her MC.” Lucifer scowled at the sight in front of him.

That was all the approval you needed as you leapt down the steps two at a time towards your boyfriend. Asmo was pulling out his phone to record you, Levi was covering his eyes anxiously, and Belphegor was suddenly wide awake leaning up against the fence to watch you.

You grabbed the cheerleader roughly by the arm and spun her around so that you were in front of Beel. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to kiss other people’s boyfriends?” you grumbled dangerously.

The girl just giggled and twirled her hair round her finger, feigning innocence and stupidity. “Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t know you guys were together. It’s just that I pictured Beel with someone so much better than you!”

You bit your lip and looked away with a low chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief. “You don’t wanna get into this with me girl…”

“MC, you don’t need to do this…” Beel reminded you, placing a hand softly on your shoulder.

“Yeah you do.” she challenged, suddenly pushing you forward with so much force that your back slammed against Beel’s chest.

As soon as she put her hands on you, it was fair game. You instantly sprung back up and leapt forward, pinning her to the ground in a flash and rendering her motionless.

“Listen to me. Beel is my demon. You will not touch him, or talk to him, or kiss him. Is that understood?” you growled in a scarily calm voice.

The cheerleader just nodded pathetically, and after you let her up, she grabbed her pom poms and ran off.

The other six brothers instantly erupted into applause against the fence, cheering congratulations at you just as they had done for Beel when he won his tournament a few minutes ago.

You gave them an appreciative smile, then turned back toward your boyfriend. “Beel, I didn’t mean to ruin your victory. I’m so sorry if I did. But I couldn’t just do nothing.”

Beel looked at you with a poker face, and for a moment you thought he was angry with you. But suddenly, he lifted you up in the air and swung you around with a playful smile on his face. You were both giggling uncontrollably, until he rested you in his arms comfortably.

“Oh babe, you always handle these things so well.” he joked, forehead pressing up against yours.

“Hey, I’m the only one who’s allowed to kiss you!” you stated, throwing your arms up behind his neck. “In fact, I think I’ll exercise my rights now.” You raised your face up to his and captured his lips in a short but passionate kiss. “Congratulations babe.”

“Thank you. But I’d rather you pin me down instead.” he grinned, leaning in for another kiss.

“Oi! Can you guys quit making out so we can go home?!” Mammon suddenly yelled from his place behind the fence, earning him a slap upside the head from Lucifer.

Belphegor:

It was one of Lord Diavolo’s numerous balls, and Belphegor had only showed up because you wanted so desperately to arrive as a couple. However, after a while of socializing, drinking, and dancing, he needed a little break. There was a dark and secluded hallway that he usually crept away to during the parties at the castle, with a comfortable couch for him to nap on. You noticed he was fading in and out of consciousness, and decided to pull him aside for a moment.

“Belphie, it’s okay if you want to go lay down for a bit.” you reassured warmly, squeezing his hand softly. “I’m just happy you came with me! I’ll be okay out here, I’ll just chat with Asmo for a while.”

He smiled at you lovingly. “You’re the best. I’ll be in the usual spot, you can wake me up in fifteen minutes.”

After the fifteen minutes had passed, you made your way out of the ballroom and up to Belphie’s secret hallway to wake him up. However as you were about to turn the corner, you heard someone already doing so. You hid flat against the entrance to the hallway to listen to what was going on.

“Huh? Who are you? You’re not MC.” you heard your boyfriend mumble groggily.

“We’ve never officially met before. I’m in your potions class, and I just have the biggest crush on you.” a man’s voice explained with a hopeful lilt.

“Oh, well I’m very flattered but I already have a partner.” Belphegor said back with a yawn.

“I don’t see them anywhere…” the man cooed, and then you heard loud shuffling from both of them.

That was enough for you. You instantly whipped around the corner to see the man trying to hold Belphegor down to kiss him.

“Get off of him!” you shrieked, sprinting up to them at full speed. You pushed him off of Belphegor and grabbed him by the shirt. Once you got a good look at his face, you scoffed. “Ugh, I should’ve known it was you.”

“MC, you know this guy?” Belphegor asked, standing up behind you protectively.

“Yeah I do, this is the guy who’s always rude to me in my history class. I thought it was weird how I always caught him watching you sleep and following you around the hallways. Guess he was just jealous.” you let go of his jacket, tossing him backward a little bit.

“I love Belphegor more than you ever could!” your classmate cried out, stumbling backward.

“That’s too bad.” you pouted dramatically. “Because Belphegor is my demon. And if you ever put your hands on him again, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you do.”

The man just stomped his foot frustratedly and ran off crying. You shook your head at his silhouette disappearing at the end of the hallway, then took Belphegor’s face in your hands. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” you asked, glancing over his features.

“No, I’m okay MC.” he chuckled, grabbing your wrists affectionately. “All thanks to you. You’re my hero.”

“And you’re mine.” you smiled back at him before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

When you pulled back, his head lunged forward a bit as if he was yearning for more of you. He laughed at himself, then cleared his throat. “Well, I suppose we should get back to the party?”

You shook your head with a warm smile. “Nah, I’ve had enough of the ball scene for tonight. Let’s go back home and cuddle in the attic, hm?”

“You’re seriously the best partner ever.” he sighed, kissing you again.

#obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me imagines #obey me fluff #obey me writing #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me requests #obey me reactions #obey me scenarios #obey me fanfic #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x mc #satan x mc #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #lucifer imagine #mammon headcanon #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x you #beelzebub x mc #belphegor imagine

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 47

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Damnit, Pidge by spirkylurkey

Pidge has some top-secret-classified-don't-tell-Keith-info that she accidentally lets slip to, you guessed it, Keith. Lance is an embarrassed mess. Keith isn't faring much better, to be honest.

this one made me LAUGH the way that this all pidge's fault and she's literally like. well. you shouldn't be so gay then. and she's right!! they're so dumb i love them

2. Operation: Faking It by @writeonclara

“What the hell, guys?” Pidge squawked, wrestling away from Matt. “Why are you pretending to be a couple?” Or: Matt and Lance pretend to be a couple because Shiro and Keith are clueless as hell.

do you guys remember shatt?? i remember shatt. adashi will always have my heart but shatt will literally always be funny bc ofc thats ur fic name. anyways. this fic is mostly klance but the entire concept is just so ridiculously goofy that u have to laugh. do you like lance and matt? do you like fake relationship to real relationship? do you like inverted tropes? do you like pining? do you like comedic jealousy? then this fic is well and truly for you because it has all that and more

3. all's well that ends well to end up with you by @coruscatingcatastrophe

Keith's jacket gets ruined, so Lance decides to be a good Samaritan and give him his. This is the beginning of the end.

megan's fic literally make me want to eat cement i'm so serious. i've read and been obsessed with TONS of her stuff but this one???? this fucking one???? oh god the slowburn kills me. the blossoming realisation that oh god we've been dating this whole time huh. the CHIVALRY...............a romance novel in the truest of senses and i am going to fry

4. as long as it won't separate you from me (i'll be fine) by @coruscatingcatastrophe

A little intrigued—not that she’d ever admit it—Pidge begins to climb the stairs. But before she even reaches halfway, the door—slams shut. All on its own, or so it seems. Pidge pauses, brows creasing in confusion, as she turns to look down at her dog. “Did you see that?” she asks. Peculiarly, she notes that Bae Bae’s fur is bristled, and he growls at the door before barking twice. That’s weird. Bae Bae never growls. Turning back to the door, Pidge feels unsettled, but she tells herself not to jump to ridiculous conclusions. There’s a logical explanation for everything. Maybe there was a gust of wind from the air conditioner, or the doorframe isn’t level. Whatever it is, she’s going to figure it out. - Or, a Beetlejuice au (kind of). Pidge isn't a fan of her new house, Lance and Keith are the ghosts haunting her attic, and together they hatch a plot to convince Shiro and Adam to skedaddle out of the house. There may be demon summoning involved. But seriously, Adam. Getting your hair set on fire really isn't that bad.

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN!!! ive been thinking about this fic all october and finally let myself reread it. ive never loved beetlejuice more than when i read this. it's so fun!! so interesting!! pidge gets a chance to shine!! klance are so!!! the way it had the story of beetlejuice but adapted well!! im!!

5. never thought i'd see the day in my life by @coruscatingcatastrophe

But Keith has somehow gone even paler in the short amount of time he’s been at the table, and he shakes his head. “No, something is . . .” His gaze flickers back to Lance, and he’s startled to find that Keith’s eyes are purple. They’ve got to be contacts. Ridiculous. As if the mullet and gloves and personality weren’t enough. Keith pushes away from the table abruptly, looking incredibly put-off now. “I, uh—gotta go,” he mutters, before angrily gathering up the backpack he’d dropped into the chair next to him and storming out of the cafeteria. “Huh,” Hunk says. “Well, that introduction could have gone a bit better. Don’t take it personally though; sometimes Keith’s just like that.” - Or, a Twilight au starring Lance as Bella, Keith as Edward, and the rest of the Voltron gang as themselves. Lance is insufferable, Keith is awkwardly trying to figure out why Lance is the way he is, and along the way they fall in love, or something. It's probably, definitely the best love story since Twilight itself.

now ive never read twilight and i refuse to on principle. but i didn't find this one creepy and instead it was super fun and dweeby and lance is indeed a ray of sunshine, thank you megan for noticing, and it turns out when the story isn't a hetero mormon wet dream it's actually a good time!!

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#i do the same author thing a lot huh #look it's just how i read fic okay. by author #it's easier #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #slowburn #slowburn klance #twilight au #beetlejuice au #pidge #pidge holt #pidge & keith #pidge & lance #matt #matt holt #matt & lance #shatt #longpost #fic rec #fic rec friday

[toomanyfandoms-notenoughfics]

Celestial Beings

Chapter Seven: New Faces

Characters: Reader, Molly Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Kreatcher, Alecto Carrow, Nymphadora Tonks, Ginny, Fred, George, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger

Summary: With the keen eye of Kreatcher an intruder is found, and all before an interesting breakfast.

Word Count: 2,819

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Torture, Use of a paralyzing spell

Reminders: @rainychaosmiracle

A/N: Hi guys, I meant to post a lil update the other day but completely spaced. I think I'll be moving my posting days to Sunday rather than Fridays, it's easier for me to keep up with.

Sirius called for Kreatcher as soon as (y/n) left his room. The house elf instantly appeared, rubbing his eyes, tired. He glared up at his master, very obviously displeased with being woken up.

“There’s a mirror on the floor down the hall, Kreatcher. I need you to put it in the off-limits room downstairs.” Sirius ordered.

“Whatever you say, Master Black.” Kreatcher snaps his fingers and vanishes, coming back nearly instantly. “There isn’t any mirror, sir.”

“What? I saw it, (y/n) even kicked it away from me.” Sirius looked puzzled, running a hand through his hair. “Check again Kreatcher, check the entire house for it.”

“Any old mirror, sir?” Kreatcher raised an eyebrow.

“No, small, hand-held. Possibly silver.” Sirius instructed. “Something you’ve not seen before.”

“Sirius, what if only (y/n) can see it, or make it seen?” Remus thought aloud.

“I’ll see what I can find,” Kreatcher muttered, vanishing once more.

“She was the only one that could hear it, she found it in a section of the hall not commonly used, she’s the one that moved it before you could touch it.” Remus scratched his head. “Sirius, if You-Know-Who knows she’s not being tortured anymore, that she’s at least partially cooperating, he won’t just be angry with her…”

“He’ll be enraged. And with the sight she has, he’ll do his best to drive her towards him somehow, but not without punishing her first.” Sirius sighed. “How are we supposed to fight against something neither of us can see?”

“That’s not entirely true though is it?” Remus plopped down into the old chair (y/n) had previously been sitting in. “You saw it when you were reaching for it.”

“Yeah, but I don’t remember seeing it after I got her to stand up.” the dark-haired man grabbed a bottle of fire whiskey out from his desk, sitting in the wooden chair. “Actually, the only time I saw the mirror was when she kicked it away.”

“Were you touching her?” Remus asked, stretching his legs out. “You told me you were trying to comfort her at first, so she could tell you what was wrong. How?”

“I hugged her, my hand was still on her shoulder when she kicked it away.” Sirius realized. “Of course, why would he trust what she told him about seeing the spells when he could just as easily see them himself by using her.”

“That’s why she’s important to him. But why would he want the Order to take her prisoner?” Remus scratched his chin. “We know Lucius is the one who tipped us off, we’ve never been able to find her before. So what did he need her gone for, or rather need her to be here for?”

“(Y/n) has been in a cell until yesterday.” Sirius was perplexed. “She could only see the barrier spells we had, so far that’s all she’s seen. What good could that do?” the men both sat in silence, trying to figure out what could possibly be the Dark Lord’s motive for letting his own daughter get kidnapped.

They both ended up falling asleep in their respective chairs, Sirius halfway flopped over onto the desk, the bottle of whiskey still in his hand. Remus had laid his head back against the wall, his mouth slightly agape, snoring softly. They were both awoken by Kreatcher’s return, making both men jump awake. Sirius knocked the whiskey over, spilling the remainder onto the floor.

“Damnit!” he grabbed a dirty towel and started soaking it up off the wooden floor. “What’d find Kreatcher?”

“No unknown hand-held mirrors, Master Black,” Kreatcher reported, holding up a small wriggling bag. “However I did find a pest. A small field mouse, quite far from home.”

“Animagus or mouse?” Remus asked, leaning forwards.

“Not certain. Found her hiding in a spot she shouldn’t have been able to get to though.” the house-elf handed Sirius the bag, backing away quickly. Sirius dumps the mouse out of the bag onto his hand, grasping it quickly.

“Homenum Revelio!” Remus casts, his wand pointed at the small creature. Suddenly a woman appears, growing out of Sirius’s hand and falling to the ground. “Petrificus Totalus!”

“Merlin’s beard! Is that, no it couldn’t be. Alecto Carrow, of course.” Sirius stood up, hoisting the angry-looking woman onto her feet. “Now, how about you explain what it is you’re doing here, in my house?”

“What do you think I’m doin, fucking blood traitor?” she sneers, glaring daggers at him.

“Sirius, perhaps we should get her downstairs?” Remus urges, looking at her nervously. “If, if a certain someone sees it could turn pretty badly.” he nods his head towards the wall against (y/n)‘s room.

“Kreatcher, take Ms. Carrow downstairs. Put her in the cell, make sure she can’t escape in any way.” Sirius barks at his house-elf.

“Sure thing, Master Black.” the house-elf grumbles, looking quite upset. He grabbed Alecto’s arm, vanishing quickly.

“I think it’s time we make up Molly, don’t you?” Remus says fixing his ruffled shirt.

“Better tell her she has someone else to make food for. What are we going to tell (y/n)?” Sirius asked. “We’ll have to, can’t exactly preach about honesty and doing the right thing if we can’t do it either.”

“We’ll just tell them the truth, Kreatcher caught an intruder.” Remus shrugged, opening the door and walking out into the hall. “We put them in the cell and will question them later, after they’ve had some time to stew.”

“So, you want to leave out the important parts, such as who it is and what they were most likely doing here?” Sirius rolled his eyes. “And people think I’m the sketchy one.”

“Don’t judge, she just still isn’t quite sure who she is yet. I don’t want her to feel pressured to make a choice too soon.” Remus explains, lowering his voice as they pass by (y/n)‘s room. “You should’ve seen them yesterday after they accidentally woke your mother’s portrait… she’s in a delicate place. And with what happened last night, she’s got more than enough to worry about.”

“You’re right.” Sirius gave in. “If Alecto is here, her brother probably isn’t far behind. We’ll have to eventually let her go if we don’t want the entirety of You-Know-Who’s army on us.”

“We can let her go later tonight, oblivate all her memories of Grimwald Place and leave her in the Forbidden Forest.” Remus suggests. “See what we can get from her first, which won’t be much.”

“Yeah, but anything is better than nothing,” Sirius says, heading up a flight of stairs and knocking on Molly Weasley’s door. After a few minutes of waiting she comes to the door, rubbing the crusties out of her eyes and yawning.

“Remus? Sirius? Is something wrong?” she asked.

“We have another guest in the basement, Alecto Carrow,” Sirius tells her. “Also, (y/n) had an ‘incident’ earlier tonight.”

“An incident?” Molly quirks an eyebrow. “What kind of incident? She didn’t let Carrow in did she?”

“No, no, not at all,” Remus assures her. “Rather when she was going to bed she heard whispers, followed them, and found a mirror with You-Know-Who staring directly at her.”

“You mean, he knows she’s not in the basement anymore?” Molly seems more alert. “Is she okay?”

“She isn’t, not that she’ll admit it to either us or herself right now.” Sirius sighs. “And we think that he might’ve been banking on that somehow, though we aren’t sure why.”

“What time is it?” Molly asks, pushing past the two men. “Tonks said she would be here by breakfast today. And with what you’ve just told me, we could use her help.”

“I’m not sure, three? Four maybe.” Remus guesses, lifting his watch up to check. “I was close, it’s a quarter to four in the morning.”

“Right well, I’ll head downstairs and start on breakfast for everyone. You two should go check the defenses. I’m assuming one of you has a plan for our friend in the basement?”

“We’re going to obliviate her tonight, drop her in the Forbidden Forest,” Sirius confirms for her. She nods, heading down the stairs, using her wand for light. Sirius looks at his friend. “I’ll check the top floors, you check the bottom?”

“Meet you in the dining room in an hour.” Remus heads down the stairs, his wand in hand.

(Y/n) headed down the stairs as soon as the sun hit the top of her door. She hadn’t slept much, at most she had an hour she believed. The dining room was mostly empty, only Ginny was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper aloud so her mother could hear. She gave (y/n) a small wave. Molly placed a basket of freshly made croissants on the table, giving (y/n) a sweet smile.

“I didn’t hear you come in, (y/n).” The older woman said, brushing her hands onto her apron. “Have a seat, everyone else should be down shortly. Oh, we also have another member of the Order joining us today.”

“She’s great, you’ll love her,” Ginny said, grabbing a croissant. “She’s a little strange though, at least most people seem to think so.”

“Okay.” (Y/n) sat down in the same place she had been the night before.

“You alright, dear?” Molly asked, looking worried. “If you’re not feeling up to it I can always bring you breakfast in bed.”

“I’m fine.” (Y/n) forced a tired smile onto her face. “Just not used to sleeping in an actual bed again is all.”

“Are you sure?” the older woman walked over to her, putting her hand on (y/n)‘s forehead. “You don’t have a fever… if you swear that you’re fine, you’re fine I guess.” she leans in close enough to whisper in the young woman’s ear. “Remus and Sirius told me about last night, just let me know if there is anything I can do, okay?”

“I promise, I’m fine.” (Y/n) avoided eye contact, her face reddening.

“Morning, Ginny. Molly.” Remus said entering the room, pausing when he saw (y/n) in her seat. “Morning (y/n), how’d you sleep?”

“Not used to the bed yet.” she lied smoothly, not looking at him directly. “Morning George, morning Fred,” she told the twins as they entered in behind Remus.

“Morning.” They said in unison.

“Is she here yet?” Fred asked his mother, a hopeful look on his face.

“Not yet, should be any minute though,” Molly told him, heading back towards the kitchen. “Ginny, would you mind helping me with the rest of breakfast?”

“Coming!” Ginny hopped out of her seat, handing her brothers the paper. Hermione and Ron walked in soon after, wishing everyone good morning as they took their own seats.

“Good morning Weasleys, morning Remus!” a woman with pink hair exclaimed as she entered, followed closely by Sirius. “A new face, you must be (y/n).” she held her hand out. “Name’s Nymphadora Tonks, but everyone just calls me Tonks.”

“Hi.” (Y/n) carefully shook her hand. “Uh, nice to meet you?”

“You sure put the “Mad” in Mad-Eye’s nickname, huh? Merlin, he wouldn’t stop complaining, hell he’s still complaining.” Tonks laughed. “And of course, I’m the one that has to listen to it all. Last time I apprentice under someone with the title “mad” in their nickname, huh? Just non-stop; “She won’t say a word, only laughs when I try to get information from her. I’ve been interrogating her for weeks, and still haven’t learned a thing! If i could just find some way to prove to her that it’s in her best interest to cooperate, oh I’ll be the happiest person alive!”

“Tonks, I don’t think this is an approp-” Remus starts, but Tonks waves him off, not listening.

“I tried to tell him, you know. You’re You-Know-Who’s kid, of course you aren’t gonna crack under torture.” Tonks munches on a croissant, leaning back in one of the seats. “I told him, you’re gonna have to get creative. Think outside of the box.”

(Y/n)‘s face must’ve given her thoughts away, Sirius putting his hand on her should as she abruptly stood up. Tonks’s smile fell and she pointed her wand at (y/n) defensively. (Y/n) pushed Sirius’s hand away, glaring at him and storming out of the room. Remus shot Tonk’s a glare, shaking his head at her.

“I tried to warn you, you don’t know what all Moody did to her down there. Hell, I doubt we know everything either.” Remus growled. Sirius chased after (y/n), following her into the hallway.

“Hey, I’m sorry about her. She doesn’t mean anything by it-” Sirius starts apologizing.

“Why does everyone always have to bring it up?” (Y/n) turns towards him, tears in her eyes, fists balled up. “Every time I’ve met someone after I graduated, it’s been brought up. No one ever can ignore the fact that he’s my father. As if I had a say in the matter!”

“(Y/n)…” Sirius says softly, looking at her carefully.

“And then gloating about how she was the one that pushed Moody to “get creative”? Just icing on the fucking cake.” she paced up and down the hall. “Even Lucius wouldn’t have gone as far as Moody did. Stealing memories from someone who can’t defend themself? It’s low, like something my father would think of low. And she’s laughing about it? To my face?”

“She doesn’t know. Not all of it at least.” Sirius tells her, stopping her in her tracks. “We haven’t had the chance to tell her yet. Didn’t want to risk anyone other than the Order finding out.”

“What?” she is taken aback, not sure what to say. Sirius steps towards her, closing the distance.

“Tonks doesn’t know about what Moody did. I doubt he even told her exactly what he did in his “interrogations”. She just doesn’t have the best of social skills.” Sirius explains. “She means well, truly, she just isn’t the best with expressing it.”

“Does that include pointing her wand at me?” (Y/n) spits back. “Or was that part of her charm too?”

“No, that was out of line.” Sirius agrees. “I’ll have a talk with her later about it.” They were both quiet for a moment. “C’mon, let’s go eat breakfast. Just let me know if you need a second okay?”

“Fine, but I’m not talking to her.” (Y/n) huffs, reluctantly heading back into the dining room. Everyone was quiet when she entered, Tonks was sitting at the farthest end of the table from(Y/n)‘s seat. Remus flashed (y/n) a small smile, pulling out her chair for her as Molly placed the last plate of food onto the table.

Breakfast was painstakingly slow, with very little chit-chat. Hermione and Ginny spoke in hushed tones, eyeing Tonks and (y/n) while talking. (Y/n) barely ate any food, mostly just moving it around on her plate. Sirius and Molly both tried to get a conversation going, to no avail. Tonks avoided looking anywhere near (y/n)‘s direction the entire time.

(Y/n) rushed out as soon as Molly grabbed the first of the dishes from the table, making her way up the stairs and to her room. She quickly shut the door and grabbed a book she had started reading, perching on the bench by the window. She ignored the knocks at her door, not wanting to face the reality that was on the other side of it. No one knew that she had heard them earlier this morning, talking about Alecto Carrow being the new guest in the basement, their plans to obliviate her memories of this place.

Knowledge at this point felt like the ultimate bane of her existence, a curse worse than anything her father could think of. She knew no one found the mirror last night, as it was currently sitting in her desk drawer, the bright purple glow seeping through the cracks. She didn’t remember putting it in there, let alone leaving her room to grab it. The whispering was muffled, still not quite making sense. She wasn’t sure how to get rid of it, every time she thought about it she felt like her head was going to explode, a pain like a red-hot fire poker directly behind her eyes.

The same pain happened when she thought about telling someone about the mirror and its location. She wanted to, desperately, she wanted to tell them everything but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The pain was too immense and the guilt of lying to them was starting to become just as bad. She felt like she wasn’t worth all the trouble everyone was going through, trying to make her feel safe and not judged. What was the point if all she brought was problems and more lies?

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯}~~

#remus lupin x reader x sirius black #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius black x reader #harry potter #harry potter imagine #sirius black imagine #remus lupin imagine #molly weasley #george weasley #ron weasley #ginny weasley #fred weasley #hermione granger #alecto carrow #kreatcher #nymphadora tonks #tonks

[intotherumiverse]

★ ૮₍ ≧ . ≦ ₎ა  HE’S A 10 BUT... BUT NOTHING HE’S A 10 !!  

ღ. synopsis ; Itto boyfriend headcanons.  ღ. featuring ; a. itto  ღ. cw ; cursing, itto being himself  ღ. notes ;  I wrote this for me, everyone else is a perk frfr! ღ. reader ; female 

Itto is Hispanic. What are my credentials? Me and the fact that he’s literally Dominican.

His go to pet names are mi vida and mi sol 

He loves leaning over you because he likes seeing how flustered you get because of it 

Also is never seen with a shirt on in the comfort of his own home. He says it makes him uncomfortable (does it really?)

Will take you to every Dominican restaurant he can, because he wants you to try his food. And he’ll even cook some too!

He loves mango flavored anything. Smoothie? He’ll fuck it up. Icey? Gone? Cake? Devoured? 

He’s taken you across the city for some mango slushies saying that he saw them on tiktok and just NEEDED to have them 

“Itto why are you talking about these slushies like they’re going to give you life.”

“They might as well mi vida. I NEED to consume the slushy you don’t understand. Can we go please! I’ll even buy your favorite drink on the way there. I just need this!”

“Am I going to drive?”

“No, I just don’t want to be lonely on the way there. It’s a hour drive and it’d be better with you there mi sol.”

“You’re buying food on the way home too.”

“FUCK YEAH!”

Itto loves going on late night drives with you. Something about the night air and just going somewhere is so enticing for him. He loves it. 

 He also loves working out. He’s always trying to convince you to come to the gym with him. 

He stands there with a pout on his face for 30 minutes until he really has to go. 

It’s like clockwork

And when he comes back he’s such a baby about you not coming with him 

“Babbbbyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Oh woe is me! Someone  flirted with me and I had to tell them alllllll by myself that I have a girlfriend....”

Itto plopped his head on your lap, giving his best pout before continuing. 

“If only said girlfriend could come with me to the gym, that way I don’t have to fend off other people by myself...”

Sighing you smile down at the goofy man on your lap. 

“ Taki, if this is  your way of trying to get me to come to the gym with you, it isn’t working”

“DAMNIT!”

He likes flirting with you. Buys you roses out of no where, texts you a bunch of times with things that remind him of  you it doesn’t stop 

He talks about weddings with you a lot. It means something to him that you, the love of his life, would want to get married to him. He wants to be the best boyfriend (husband) he can be 

Takes you on dates every two weeks. Without fail. Every two weeks on Friday, there’s a texts telling you to get pretty. 

Takes you somewhere new each and every time. He loves surprising you with where he takes you. 

 Loves, loves, loves spoiling you. The diamond A on your next is proof of that. 

Your nails? Paid. You need new lashes? Done. 

He’d do anything and everything to make you happy.

— tagging: @megurulvr​ ; @sscarchiyo​ ; @ivalore​

#rumi.writes #genshin x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto #itto x black reader #itto x you #arataki x you #arataki x reader #arataki x black reader #genshin x black reader #genshin arataki #genshin fanfic

[darkness-and-books]

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter 1: Rise and Shine

Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader

⚠️: some language

word count: 615

Next->

~also orange italics are Y/N’s thoughts and blue italics are Leonard’s thoughts~

~orange star and moon divider indicates POV change, this same divider is by @cafekitsune~

“WHAT IN SAM HILL DO YOU MEAN” someone a few doors or maybe even decks down screamed. And that is how Y/N woke up. Did anyone really need to be so loud, Y/N thought to herself as she pushed a pillow over her head

“Maybe if I try hard enough I’ll stop hearing whatever bozo feels the need to yell at 5 in the morning” Y/N groaned quietly into her bed. She only had thirty more minutes before her alarm went off, couldn’t the yelling have waited until then?

Leonard’s video communicator pinged at about the same time his alarm went off, whoever it is has lost their goddamn mind he thought as he sauntered over to answer it. “Of course it’s you” Leonard grumbled to himself angrily. “Don’t be so excited to see me” Kirk joked much to jovially given the early hour.

“If it isn’t an emergency then I’m submitting my resignation” Leonard threatened. “No you won’t, you care too much for my safety” Kirk shot back. Damnit, I wish he wasn’t right Leonard sighed, but just waited for Kirk to continue.

“It’s not an emergency, but it is important” Kirk paused before continuing, “We are temporarily, short on rooms” Kirk said, avoiding looking at the screen. “What exactly do you mean? None of this dancing around crap” Leonard urged.

“What I mean is that the power in one of the personnel quarters decks has gone down so until engineering fixes it some of the personnel have to share quarters and you’re one of them” Kirk rushed in one breath and now looked around nervously.

“WHAT IN THE SAM HILL DO YOU MEAN” Leonard screamed at the video communicator. “It’ll only be for a little while” Kirk tried to assure him. “I don’t care, why me?!?” Leonard demanded in irritation. “I really just picked from the top of the duty roster, I’m sorry Bones” Kirk apologised.

Leonard sighed, he couldn’t stay mad at Kirk forever, “Fine, Fine, who do you have me roomed with?” Leonard inquired with one hand on his hip and the other carding through his messy hair.

Kirk hesitated a moment before finally sharing that information, “Well you’ll be rooming with- and please keep in mind that your roommate was just whoever was the next person down on the roster- Y/N” Kirk informed him timidly, while fiddling with said roster.

“That, that sounds like a girl’s name, are you sure?” Leonard questioned suspiciously. “I’m certain, and I can’t really change it because you’re the last person I told and everyone else is already happy with their rooming situations” Kirk stated quickly

“Does Y/N know yet?” Leonard asked as he massaged his temples. “No, I was gonna call her next” Kirk did his best to smile as he said it. “No, don’t bother I’ll tell her” Leonard sighed. the last thing I need is for this is for this corn-fed loon to make it weird for the poor girl.

“You’ll need to be in one room by next Wednesday, we’re making a stop at the next federation planet for more beds next Tuesday. So you can decide how you want to get a second bed into the room for yourselves. You’ll have to let me know which room you’re taking, hers or yours, on this Friday so that I can sort people from deck six into new rooms accordingly” Kirk said as he seemed to have regained some of his confidence. “Kirk out” he signed off without giving Leonard time to argue.

I don’t even know where Y/N’s quarters are, let alone how to tell her that we’re rooming together, Leonard thought as he began getting dressed for the day.

Hope you like, I’ll do the next chapter soon I promise!!!

#leonard mccoy x reader #star trek #bones #star trek tos

[neonseperatedau]

Preview Snippet - NEON Chapter 30

Back to the usual Gremlin Stay Cat Leon POV, we start the next chapter with a small flashback and I thought, why not share it with you guys? This update is a blast to write and irl work has slowed down a bit, so the complete update will be out by next Friday =) Preview Snippet

Wandering through these tunnels toward our inevitable doom is boring, so in the meantime, we can take some time off and revisit a memory that I had replayed in my head quite a few times ever since I had my involuntary train ride, and this whole mess turned from being awful to terrible. I had moved into the lair like three weeks ago. Concluding a mutant-hunting mission, Raph and I had decided to hit one of the nearby basketball courts while Donnie and Mikey went back to the lair to do each their own thing. Red had scored a three-pointer and I swooped up the ball, devising a counterattack when he out of the blue said: “Thanks for today.” Unsure if this was a tactic to confuse me, I squinted at him and dribbled around the big guy to perform an off-hand throw. “You’re welcome for owning you, now I’m four points in the lead,” I snatched the ball right after it went through the loop. “This isn’t about basketball,” Raph put his hands on his hips, a pose I had seen him do when he scolded the other two, “you didn’t even realize it, do you?” I had no fucking clue, what he was on about. “You mean, how amazing I’m at this human sport?” “I told you it doesn’t have anything to do with that,” his voice grew a little more annoyed. To truly piss this turtle off, I knew at that point, would take a lot more. “Fine, then what is it?” I resigned. Raph went to lean on the iron mesh surrounding the court, I joined him (keeping the basketball in case he wanted to resume the match and lose to me even more.) “When we fought those silverfish today…that was a mess.” “Sure?” I agreed, not caring much about the mutants or any kind of these wanna-be hero missions. “You knew when you cut them, they would multiply and you did it anyway,” he scolded me in a mild tone. “It was funny to chop them up without any consequences…well, any actual consequences,” I corrected myself. Red shook his head. I didn’t feel particularly bad for messing with him. I couldn’t get myself to take any of this very seriously anyway. “But there were consequences, they almost dragged Mikey into a sewage plant,” he clarified and locked eyes with me. “Eh, he was fine,” I returned, growing a tad uneasy under his iron pupils. “Yes,” Raph agreed, “because of you. You were the only one who reacted in time. That’s why I wanted to thank you.” Truth be told, I never knew what to do with compliments I hadn’t anticipated. So instead, I took the ball and attempted to spin it on one finger. A trick, orange had shown me earlier today. Raph continued to stand there and watch my futile first tries. This conversation wasn’t finished yet and it was up to me to accept or reject his gratitude. I much preferred to be offered some money and a handshake when I had made a successful deal with some yokai. What are supposed to do with something as grand as a ‘thank you’? “Can’t let the cook die, I’ve seen you and purple struggling with simple sandwiches, I would choke or starve,” I explained, expecting him to get mad and end this uncomfortably open talk. The big guy didn’t do me that favor. He snatched the ball from me (his reflexes could very much surprise me) and grinned at me with the understanding of someone who knew shit because he observed and took care of those around him full-time. “I don’t think that’s what went through your head. You even cursed the silverfish and their multiplying ability before you used your portal to get Mikey out of there.” Damnit, I hadn’t been aware that he had heard that. “You know, in one of my favorite JJ comics, there’s this saying that reminds me a lot of you,” Raph placed the ball back into my hands, “there’s a special kind of goodness that comes from being bad and still trying to do good.” Back then, I found him helplessly naïve and simple-minded. Reality cannot be easily divided into good and bad, nice and evil. There are different opinions and those naturally clash. And despite all that. I found myself holding on to those words. A special kind of goodness…

#rottmnt separated au #rottmnt au #neon separated au #neon #rottmnt fics #chapter snippet

[kiljoius-writes]

Cooler Than Me - Chapter 5

Ao3 | FFN

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Chapter 5: Day One - Ino

Ino Yamanaka likes to stir the pot without being in the pot herself. Everyone knows this but doesn’t care because they want a piece of the action, too. No matter how ‘innocent’ everyone tries to pretend, no one is blameless in the game of gossip and rumors. Not even Choji, as sweet as he is.

The only person she might give a pass to is Rock Lee. But that’s because he’s physically, mentally, and emotionally incapable of hurting others who don’t deserve it.

He’s the only one of them that deserves that respect.

No one else gets Ino’s respect unless they willingly admit that they’re just as messed up as she is.

It’s probably why she keeps Sakura around. Tenten, Hinata, and Choji, too. She’s just about ready to kick Shikamaru to the curb. He says he’s ‘tired’, but Ino doesn’t believe it. No one gets tired of gossip. He’s a dirty liar and she tells him so. He tells her to come back when she’s feeling less antagonistic, but they both know he doesn’t want her to leave.

So as Ino gives a tired Itachi (also someone she knows isn’t immune to the grip of gossip) a wink, she feels satisfied when she leaves the Uchiha district.

“Yamanaka.”

Ah, another one she knows isn’t innocent, as much as he pretends to be. “Sasuke, it’s nice to see your ugly mug.”

Yes, Ino will call Sasuke ugly even if she doesn’t mean it. It’s the only way she can justify speaking to him after years of chasing his heart, only for him to throw hers away like junk when he managed to convince Hinata to date him. He’s an asshole and she realizes now that that is her type and she refuses to feel shame. She only feels shame she gave so many years of her life chasing this stupid Uchiha. There were plenty others. “Likewise. What’s your business here?”

“Gods,” Ino scoffs, leaning on her foot and folding her arms as she glares at him. “None of your business, asshole.”

“My district, my business.”

Ino hates the way that his scowl makes him prettier. “I’m in Interrogation. I go where I please.”

Sasuke chuckles and it makes her glare harden. “You’re not on the clock, flower girl.”

Ino’s ashamed to admit that nickname makes her heart flutter. Sometimes she wonders if he ever calls Hinata that. “Well, this has been a good chat,” she concludes, rolling her eyes. She smirks as she adds, “pig.”

Immediately, she begins skipping away, satisfied with the shocked look on his expression. She giggles to herself as she weaves through villagers on her way back to that flower shop he’d just been mocking her for. When she gets to the storefront, she pushes her way inside, the light clinking of the bells above a familiar sound. She smiles at her mother as she waves. “How did he like them?”

Ino sneers, shaking her head. “As much as someone with the emotional capacity of an Uchiha can like something like a nice arrangement of flowers.”

“Oh, stop,” her mother chides, shaking her head.

Ino shrugs. “Well, I’m off to investigation.”

“So soon?” Ino jumps at another familiar voice, snapping her gaze up.

“Shit, Choji!” she gasps, clasping her hand over her heart. He chuckles and she shakes her head, letting him embrace her for a hug. “When’d you get back?”

“This morning,” he responds, and she lets out a cough when his hug tightens to harshly. He laughs as he lets her go.

“Damnit Choji!” She shoves off of him, scowling. “How many times do I have to tell you not to crush me!”

Choji is as close to pure as one can get to Lee level pure, so Ino knows he’s not doing it on purpose. He just has too much love to give. “So, I’ll be there on Friday!”

“Oh, good.”

Ino smiles, genuinely glad to hear it.

Her, Choji, Sakura, Tenten, and Hinata all meet for ‘tea’ on Fridays in Choji’s restaurant before it opens, tea having a double meaning here. It’s usually Ino and Sakura with the juiciest stuff, Tenten has a few things here and there, and Hinata and Choji sit quietly and absorb. Ino’s fine with that because at least they can be honest about their degeneracy. Plus, on the rare occasions Hinata or Choji do come in with gossip, it’s usually the juiciest thing they’ve ever heard. Jaw-dropping stuff.

Whenever one of them was gone on a mission or whatever it was that called them away from the village, it was always a little hollow. Especially Choji, when it was his restaurant. Just didn’t feel right gathering for gossip in his restaurant while his dad works in the back to get it set up. Ino’s tried inviting Choza to the tea session, but he’s never interested.

Just another dirty liar.

“Come get your flowers, Cho,” her mother beckons him and he nods.

“For the new restaurant?” she questions as he pulls from her.

“Only the finest flowers in the Leaf for my establishments,” Choji declares, eagerly. She smiles at him. He really is a gem compared to the rest. “See you Wednesday!”

Ino waves as she exits, saying an I love you to both he and her mother, then heads to the Hokage tower.

She always gets there early to do water cooler chat. Her shifts are towards the middle of the day when everyone is having a break (her shifts go into the night) and getting here early ensures she can listen in on anything interesting.

Today, she finds Sakura and Shino standing next to each other, tensely.

That’s another thing their terrible graduating class had in common: weird relationships she’ll never understand. How Sakura ended up with Shino remained a mystery, but Ino’s pretty sure Sakura got too drunk one night, and when Shino was kind enough to help her home, she jumped his bones. Sakura refuses to admit to it. It was one of those sad girl nights when they were bitching to each other about Sasuke and how disgustingly happy he and Hinata were. The only time they could freely complain about it was when they were alone together because the one thing this stupid village agrees on is that Sasuke and Hinata’s relationship is untouchable of gossip.

Not to Ino, though. Never to Ino. So yes, Sakura is her closest confidant for that.

Anyway, now here they are, locked in some sort of argument.

“What are you two doing here?” Ino pulls their attention, landing behind Sakura and digging her chin into her shoulder blade. Sakura shrugs her off and rolls her eyes.

“Turning in evidence from our mission,” Sakura clarifies, giving Shino the side eye, “and trying to figure out dinner.”

“You seem angry, dear forehead,” Ino teases, glancing up at Shino, who remains stoic, unwavering gaze forward.

“Because he won’t pick! He keeps saying ‘whatever you want’ but it’s never what I want!” Sakura sighs dramatically and Ino pinches the side of her stomach. Sakura squeaks and shoves her hand away.

“I’ve never said no before to your requests,” Shino responds, quietly, and Ino looks back at Sakura.

“Shino is picky,” Sakura continues to talk about him as if he’s not there, “no matter what I choose, he never eats it. He ends up eating something later in secret.”

Ino laughs, loudly. That sounds ridiculous. Shino sighs. “That’s not always true.”

“It always is!”

“That is an extreme thing to say. Why? Because it’s—”

“Why? Why? Why?” Sakura’s voice goes nasally and Ino frowns. She reaches up to close Sakura’s nose shut, who promptly glares at her. “Let go, pig.”

“Stop being ridiculous, billboard head,” Ino snaps back. Even she has to feel some amount of sympathy for Shino, even if he is a strange, strange man.

“You’re just lonely, and jealous.” Sakura’s voice comes out nasally as she folds her arms and Ino snickers at it.

“That’s right, turn your anger on me.” Ino grins a toothy grin with a wink. “Project onto me more.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“Mhm,” Ino agrees easily, releasing her nose finally. She slaps her hands on each of their shoulders and Shino winces with raised eyebrows. “Go get soba. It’s Shino’s favorite, and the soba shop next to the dojo—”

“Which one?” Both Shino and Sakura interrupt her.

Ino bites back a laugh. “The one next to Sunny’s. It’s got the creamery next door so you can get dango afterward.”

“That sounds acceptable.” Shino nods and Ino smiles as Sakura grabs at his sleeve to yank him behind her.

“See you Friday!” Ino calls playfully.

Neither of them gives her a response, but she figured they wouldn’t anyway. She meanders over to the break room to prepare herself tea. As she brings it up to her lips, she shuts her eyes and searches for Sakura’s chakra signature. When she locates it, she invades her mind, as she’s so prone to do.

I’ve always wondered, are the rumors true about the Aburame?

She waits for a moment before Sakura’s irritated voice rings in her head.

What the hell are you doing—wait, what rumors?

You know. The ones about their…

You’re disgusting. GET OUT.

Ino feels pressure on her temples. Sakura’s become incredibly good at forcing her out of her mind.

She sighs, sadly as she looks into her tea. Ever since Sakura started dating Shino, she’s been no fun.

And to top it all off, there was no one here. Just her luck.

Or perhaps it is luck. She closes her eyes once more and searches again…

Shika…

She smiles as she senses him perk up. She can hear Lee going on in the background about visiting the Gaara in the Sand for a ‘friendly competition.’ She can almost feel the stress levels in Shikamaru spike.

What is it?

Meet me in the janitor's closet on the 2nd floor in five minutes?

Make it two.

Ino giggles, popping her eyes back open. She figures she’ll be nice, today, and give him some stress relief. She has a few minutes to spare, anyway.

(Optional) Continue to ShikaIno smut chapter ->

Thus ends the day one arc. I cannot promise each day will be five chapters, but I can promise every character will (likely) get their own chapter at some point.

On another note, because I think writing sex as part of relationships is important, you can check out the other work connected to this "Cooler Than You". It will be the smut chapters, essentially. Every day ends with one person, and they get their smut chapter in that separate work. I wanted to keep this rated T, and those aren't mandatory reading, but they are fun. Thanks.

#crack fic #crack #ino yamanaka #shikaino #shikamaru nara #sasuke uchiha #choji akamichi #naruto fanfic #sakura haruno #shino aburame #shinosaku

[fluffy-critter]

#crosspost #busybee

[cheesybadgers]

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#Why isn’t it Friday damnit? #Today has not been it at all #If it’s not feeling like crap due to a UTI (come on antibiotics do your thing) #It’s IT problems at work #Or colleagues harassing me with queries despite my status showing as ‘busy’ #What part of that word don’t they understand?! #Next time I’m just ringing in sick lol

[yandere-sins]

Hello! Can i request a yandere bully! Bakugou, locking a darling in the locker? I may leave You there for a while, and comfort you when the reader is begging you to

Continuation of this one here! Thanks for requesting ^-^

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You couldn’t deny that the feeling wasn’t new.

Being roughly shoved into the barely big enough locker, you both felt scared and, at the same time, knew what to do. Braking your fall with your back, you kept your head forward so you wouldn’t hit it again, the mild concussion you had last time having been learn-experience enough. You had closed your eyes out of instinct when Bakugou gripped your shirt, but they snapped open immediately, trying to help you. However, Bakugou, too, had honed his skills, slamming the door close before you could squeeze your fingers in its way.

You’d rather have a broken finger than suffer this ordeal again if you were honest.

“No!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, knowing it was futile since no one else was around. Still, a part of you hoped that you might be able to intimidate Bakugou to think this over. “Shut. Up,” was his angry reply, his fist hammering into the locker door with every word. You had to fear he might actually break through the door by force, but it would have been in your favor.

It was so damn frustrating. You always thought you had done something to Bakugou, apologized over and over to him, so maybe he’d stop his bullying. But after finally talking to someone about it, you had decided that you wouldn’t engage with him anymore, and well... it just so happened you found comfort in the arms of the new student who finally treated you well as the only person ever since you came to UA. Everyone had always been too scared of Bakugou once he started targeting you. Of course, you couldn’t blame them either...

You and the new student started to hang out at any time, so you could avoid being targeted, and you spent some of the most wonderful hours by his side. The bullying did seem to stop now that a witness was always around, and you were so sure it was finally over, and you could move on. What could have caused Bakugou to explode the way he did? Not only did he punch your new boyfriend - and possibly broke his nose - no, he also carried you off without permission, bringing you to your most hated place on planet earth.

The annex had always been sparsely visited by students and teachers alike. There were just some clubrooms around, but since it was already late in the afternoon and a sunny day, most members were out in the fields or back in the dorms already. But strangely enough, even the weirdo Bakugou had a locker here; one big enough to fit a person in it.

“You can’t-- Ah, damnit, Bakugou! Stop locking me in this damn locker! It’s not funny anymore! What did I ever do to you?!”

Perhaps you were feeling especially feisty that day. You never had screamed at him like this, except if you were pleading for mercy. But ever since your boyfriend convinced you to see the guidance counselor, you had started to come out of your shell. Everything had been so good. Why was it coming back to bite you in the ass now?

Bakugou didn’t respond. No mocking comment, no snide remarks. Not even threats or insults belittling you, even as you started hammering your fists against the door. Out of experience, you knew someone would come. You were sure your boyfriend already contacted the teachers and people were searching for you, and latest when someone passed by, you could reach out and ask for help. But were you really going to fall back into old behavior and just sit it out? Wait for the time to pass and life to go on like before?

“... like you,” you suddenly heard from outside, a tiny voice compared to the usual boom and vibrato that Bakugou had. “What?!” you hissed, annoyed that once ‘his majesty’ decided to talk, he did it so you couldn’t understand. A long groan escaped him, furious and raging. “Just listen, you idiot! I said I like you!”

This time, the ‘What’ echoing in your head was left silent. Your mouth hung open as you stared at the blonde tuft of hair through the slits in the locker, Bakugou standing there with his back turned towards you. “... the fuck...” you finished your thought, accidentally saying it out loud and quickly realizing it, but it was already too late.

“What’s your problem,” Bakugou grumbled, annoyed, and part of you was glad not being able to see his face. You wouldn’t have known how to come to terms with him blushing or nervously fidgeting around like someone who just confessed usually would. “Just tell me what your fucking answer is.”

“No,” you replied instantly, without even a moment of hesitation. Perhaps it would have been a good idea to think it over before blurting it out but never. You could never imagine yourself at the side of your bully, the person who made your life a living hell. Someone who’d lock you in a locker to confess to you. What kind of joke was this?

“No?” he mumbled, suddenly turning around, you two staring eye to eye through the slits. “What do you mean ‘no’?!”

“Is this a joke?!” you barked back. “Tell me it’s a joke, ’cause there’s no way I could be together with you!”

Bakugou opened his mouth to say something, but instead, his eyes only grew redder, expression growing mad and furious, and you heard the unexpected crashing of fists against the metal, making you flinch back. The whole situation seemed so surreal, but it was very, very real. Standing up for yourself made you feel strong, but when uncomfortable silence befell you two, you started to overthink again.

“Bakugou...” you mumbled, placing your hand against the door. You were back to only seeing his hair, but you knew he was leaning forward, probably starring daggers into the ground. Maybe not everything was too late. Perhaps you could fix this, appeal to him one more time. “Just let me out, okay? You and I... that doesn’t work, but we can stop being children and scream at each other and just go our separate ways.”

You couldn’t think of a better way to talk to him. After all, you couldn’t understand what was going on inside of him at all. He had been bullying for god-knows-how-long, yet, he thought he liked you? Couldn’t he see the contradiction in his statement and actions? But this cruelty had to end at some point and now was as good as any. Going different ways would help him too, you were sure.

“Children?” he whispered, finally snapping upwards again to stare at you with a mocking expression. “Do you think my feelings aren’t real?”

Weirded out by his behavior, you only shook your head.

“I don’t think you know your position in this. There is no ‘no’ when I ask you if you like me.”

“Bakugou...”

“It’s that guy, isn’t it? He’s in the way, right? He’s been stealing you from me, taking up all your time that you should spend with me, isn’t he?”

“Bakugou, please, we’re never spending time together--”

“He’s making you say no because you’re guilty, am I right? I can take care of that, you know?”

“Wait!” you interrupted his speech, sudden panic rising inside of you. You were well aware of Bakugou’s strength, but attacking your boyfriend wouldn’t make any of you happy! “If you go, I’ll scream! They’ll find me, and I’ll tell them what you’re doing! That’s criminal! Aren’t you studying to be a hero?!”

Your appeals were met with a cocky grin, his eyes shining as if you just challenged him. “Who says I can’t be a hero and still beat the shit out of that bastard?”

“Everyone! Everyone will know what they did! I will tell them!”

“Try it,” he hissed before pushing away from the locker. You threw yourself against it, but the door must have jammed when he kept bashing into it. Slapping your palm and hammering your fists didn’t help as you had to watch him walk away after looking at you in this typical, belittling way he used, always looking down on you. “You can have some time to think about your answer while I’m taking care of some business. Remember what day it is?” Bakugou yelled back over his shoulder, and you could hear the smug grin on his lips.

“What day...? Friday?” Your eyes widened suddenly as you realized that there were no clubs on the weekend due to the new regulations for safety, and you began to panic and scream Bakugou’s name after him. If you’d just have to spend the night, that would be manageable, but with the strange mood he was in, you couldn’t bring yourself to trust him to come let you out anytime soon. A whole weekend inside the locker would kill you for sure, and tears rolled down your cheeks as his footsteps slowly faded.

What a monster.

How could you ever like him back?

What more would you have to endure because of him?

But truth be told, what else could you do but tell him you liked him? You just wanted to get out of the hell that was this locker. Save yourself from the embarrassment and torture.

"I like you! Bakugou, I like you!" you screamed.

But the footsteps didn't come running back.

#bakugou #katsuki bakugou #yandere bakugou #yandere!bakugou #BnHA #Boku no Hero Academia #MHA #My Hero Academia #yandere bnha #yandere!bnha #yandere mha #yandere!mha #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

Rumor | JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: A rumor spreads about you and JJ at a party. 

A/N: I changed the rumor that was spread instead of what you requested because this one flowed a little better than the other and I hope that’s okay!! I hope you guys enjoy and anon, thank you for requesting!! x 

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! Warning: cursing, talks of sex, being made fun of. 

You didn’t want to come to this party in the first place. You would have been just fine staying at home, alone on this Friday night, but the pogues thought you needed a night out in public. You were usually the quiet one of the group, stayed to yourself and wasn’t as confident and outgoing as the others. They respected that, usually, but tonight wasn’t one of those nights. 

“You’ve stayed in all week! It’s summer break and we deserve to go to a party.” JJ argues. 

You groan as you follow him and the other pogues into the large beach house, “And i’ve been fine staying at home. It’s been relaxing.” 

“You deserve a crazy night every once and a while.” He says, poking your side, which you immediately swat his hand away. 

“Your definition of a crazy night is much different from mine.” 

He sighs, “If you want to end the night early, come get one of us. Sound like a deal?” 

“Sounds like a great deal, I’m ready to end the night early, so lets leave now.” You smile. 

JJ rolls his eyes, “come on, pretty girl, time to party like the kooks.” He grabs your hand and pulls you into the house and through the crowd. He doesn’t let go of your hand as he talks to a few people on the way toward the drinks. 

Pretty girl was his nickname for you since childhood. You and the pogues practically grew up together, going through middle school and now high school together. You all were great friends, but you were closer to JJ than anyone. 

“Drink up,” He hands you a red solo cup that he just filled up from the punch bowl. 

You take a whiff of the cup and scrunch your nose up, “Oh my god, JJ what the hell is in this?” 

He shrugs, chugging his own, and wincing as the multiple alcohols burn his throat, “Just drink it.” 

You’re hesitant, but you tip the cup up, drinking the liquid. It takes everything you have not to gag on the taste. 

“Good girl.” He smirks, “now here, drink another. Have fun and don’t get into any trouble?” He hands you another cup. 

“You are not leaving me-” 

“I have to go say hey to some of the guys!” He calls back, already disappearing into the crowd. 

Damn it JJ. You groan. He left you standing alone in this large kitchen. You glance down at the cup in your hands before taking a few sips, a buzz coming along. Maybe this would help you to loosen up and be a little more confident. So, you downed that one and poured you another. 

Half an hour later and two more drinks, you’re sitting on the couch with a bunch of kooks, listening to them tell their best sex stories. 

“So, y/n.” One of the kook girls smirks, “Are you a virgin?” 

You flushed with embarrassment at the intimate question, “I mean-” 

“Oh my god,” another perked up, “You and JJ so did it!” 

“No we-” You try to defend. 

“You aren’t the only girl that’s lost her virginity to JJ Maybank.” The girl laughs, “I’m guessing that’s why you’re still friends? Couldn’t push it more than that?” 

“Me and JJ haven’t had sex.” You say. 

“Oh.” She frowns, “Well you want to have sex with him don’t you?” 

Before you could really answer, the alcohol answered for you, ��yeah-” Your eyes went wide, “I mean no!” But it was too late. The girls were already giggling and the rumor was ignited. 

“hey everyone, y/n wants to fuck JJ Maybank!” The girl laughs and suddenly the room erupts in laughter. 

“As if he would even touch you!” 

The room suddenly felt very small and very hot. Everyone was pointing and laughing at you. Your breathing increased and you prayed JJ wasn’t in the room to hear this, but knew you could use him to calm you down. 

Tears stung and you jumped up from the couch and pushed your way through the laughing crowd. 

“Hey hey-” JJ grabs your arms, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He’d heard the commotion and headed toward the room when he grabbed you as you were leaving. 

You pulled your arms from him and run out the door without another word. 

“What the hell did you guys say to her?!” JJ stomped to the crowd of kooks, grabbing one of the guys, “huh?! What the fuck did you say?” 

The girls laughed, “Oh JJ calm down. We were just messing with her.” 

“She just told us the truth.” The other shrugs. 

“Which was what?” He lets go of the guy. 

“She wants you to have sex with her.” The girl smirks and then all of the kooks erupt in laughter once more. 

“As if JJ Maybank would have sex with someone like her!” another girl adds. 

“Fuck all of you.” He spits with anger, “She’s fucking amazing. She’s beautiful and sexy and she’s got a lot more going for her than any of you fucking pricks. I hear another one of you make a joke about her, i’ll beat every one of your asses.” And with that he leaves the room in search of you. 

“Y/n?!” He calls out as he enters the patio. “Y/n!” He calls out again and his eyes scan the beach. He spots someone sitting near the water and heads toward them. 

“y/n?” He asks softly when he hears the sobs. 

“Go away.” You sniffle. 

“They were being assholes, as usual.” He says coming closer, “They love to get under people’s skin.” 

You wipe the tears, “Yeah and this is why I don’t come to these kind of parties.” 

He sighs and takes a seat in the sand next to you, “come on...” He gently nudges you, “You’re too pretty to be crying.” He pulls his long sleeve down his arm and uses it to wipe a tear when you look up at him. 

“Please don’t tell me you heard what was said.” 

The face he makes answers it all. “Yes but-” 

“Great!” You quickly stand, “Fucking fantastic.” 

“y/n, just wait!” He stands to follow you down the beach, grabbing your arm and turning you around to face him. His hands keep their place on both your arms and he leans in to plant a hard kiss on your lips. 

You’re taken back and your eyes are wide as you stand there still as a statue. 

He pulls away, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t..” He lets go of your arms, his eyes now wide. “I shouldn’t have done that.” 

“Then we’ll forget all about it.” You wipe your lips, “It was a pity kiss anyways.” You interpret his apology as regret, like he really didn’t want to kiss you and only felt bad for you. 

“No-damnit it wasn’t!” He groans, “I’ve wanted to do that for years.” He runs a hand over his hair, taking a deep breath, “Y/n i’ve been in love with you for years.” He drops his hands, “I’ve never known how to tell you because we’re different and I didn’t think you deserved someone like me. I’m not someone you should be with.” 

“JJ..” 

“You’re perfect.” He laughs a little, “Perfect, and not someone I deserve to be with. I don’t deserve someone as great as you. I mean you’re funny, caring. and you’re really beautiful. Like really really beautiful. and you deserve someone like.. someone who isn’t me.” 

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol still in your system, but you took the confident leap and stepped forward toward him. Your hand found his neck and you pulled him down to your lips. “I love you too, JJ.”  

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[callie-caje]

“His Light”- A drabble

A drabble with Major Character Death. @superherotiger requested that I kill someone other than Tony for once. I hope I delivered everything she asked for and more. 

“His Light” an IronDad Drabble.

The news was on. Tony was in his workshop when he spared it a glance. Peter’s suit was on the bench in front of him. The news anchor had a look on his face, one that spoke of tragedy. It was different from the look that often grazed his face when giving the 11 o’clock news, it was grim.

 “FRIDAY,” Tony spoke, “Turn the volume up to 14.”

 “Certainly, Sir.” She answered.

 “… shots fired at Delmar’s Deli in Queens,” He spoke, “We are hearing reports that one man was injured, and an unidentified teen was shot in the chest. The teen has been the only reported casualty so far, with multiple sources saying the teen was the reason no one else was hurt. Stay tuned and we will keep you updated on this developing story. Thank You.”

 Looking up, Tony recognized the small shop. It had been damaged years ago by alien tech when Peter was fighting “The Avengers”. It was Peters favorite shop, he always begged Tony to stop there when he took him home after training. Looking closer, Tony recognized someone off to the side of the police barrier- it was May Parker. He would recognize that floral top and brown hair and glasses anywhere. What was May doing there? Where was Peter? Why did May look like she was crying-?

 Then it hit him.

 May only had one person left in her life that could make her cry like that. One person that could make her appear like her entire world was ending

 Peter.

Scrambling, Tony ran for the exit to the lab. As the elevator shot up to the main floor he called out for FRIDAY.

 “Call May Parker,” He ordered.

 “Calling May Parker,” He heard as he exited the space. Ring…. Ring…. Ring…. the call went as he waited for it to connect. Waited for May to answer and tell him it wasn’t her at the scene, that her world hadn’t ended, that his world hadn’t ended.

“No answer Boss.” FRIDAY called out as entered his car.

 “Try again.” He shouts, notably agitated. “Try again until she answers god damnit! Try until she answers, and she tells me it isn’t true- “

 With that he goes silent, turning on autopilot on the car, ready for it to direct him from the tower to Queens. As the car steers for him, he starts trying to call for himself. She has to pick up. It can’t be true, it can’t be. He’s going to get there and its not going to be May. He’s going to get there, and May won’t have answered because she was busy with Peter asking him about his classes or decathlon practice.

 The thirty-minute drive is gone before he knows it. The entire time is spent in thought, in worry, over what he is going to see when he arrives. His mind already has images flashing in his head. Peter, shot through the chest. Peter stabbed 28 times. Peter, limbs ripped from his chest. Peter- dead.

 The car finally pulls up. There are red and blue lights flashing, but Tony ignores them. He only has eyes for a lady he can see across the road. Running over he shouts her name- “May! May Parker! May!”

 He sees her turn in his direction and he sees her face. She’s 50 feet away from him now and he can see her face. Its red, her eyes are swollen, she’s been crying, and she has a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Shock. She’s in shock his mind whispers to him. No, he whispers back, No.

 Looking at May, she looks him in the eye before moving her head to look at the ground. The ground where a sheet lies over a body. Peter’s body his mind tells him. Looking back up from the ground and meeting her eyes once more, he knows.

 Peter is gone. His world has ended. He lets out a yell as his aching knees crash to the ground. His son is gone. He’ll never see Peters smile light up the room again. He’ll never see him swing across the city again. He’ll never get to hold him in a protective embrace before kissing his forehead and whispering “I love you’s” again.

For all he has done for the world it still took what mattered most from him. The world was not satisfied with all the sacrifices he had made for him. It wanted more. It wanted his light, his star, his child. It took and it took, and it would continue to take, but Tony could no longer care. Everything he cared for was gone. His son was gone.

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[7wanderingpaws]

Captain Bucheon 06

Warnings: swearing, description of injury

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“Damnit,” you whispered weakly into the room when you woke up the next morning. Your head was pounding and your mouth was parched, creating a nasty taste in your mouth. As you moved around in your bed, you had a strange feeling of nakedness.

You were fast to uncover yourself when you realized you were sleeping in your jeans and bra only.

And you were in your room.

Frantically looking around, you looked at Yuyeon’s bed to find it neatly made just like on Friday when you left for Sehun’s birthday. Weren’t you supposed to be staying the night?

“Shit��” you could only press your sticky palm to your forehead feeling the slippery, oily skin.

What happened and how did you appear in your room? Why was your shirt even missing…

Scrambling for your phone, you couldn’t find it under your pillow where you usually placed it, but then again, you didn’t do your typical night time routine before bed as you usually did so everything was, naturally, out of order.

You spotted the device on your table, placed next to your purse. There, on your chair, was your crop top from yesterday, folded and placed. 

Did you do that?

Standing up was a bad idea but you tried hard to fight the nausea as you finally grabbed your phone and unlocked it, just to find zero messages.

“That’s weird. Not even Yuyeon contacted me?” you murmured under your breath before your eyes read the time. “Oh my god, it’s 1pm?!”

Without thinking, you dialed Yuyeon who, unlike you, sounded way too fresh for a Saturday afternoon when she picked up.

“What’s up Nari-ah?”

“What's up?” you mimicked her. “What do you mean, what's up? What happened last night and where are you?”

“Ohh, chill, chill,” she hummed nonchalantly and you would have rolled your eyes at her tone were you not sporting a good headache. “You were with the police guy.”

“I know,” you mumbled, your tummy dropping at the distant memory of Baekhyun and his body behind you, “that is literally the last thing I remember. But why am I in the dorms? Who took me home?”

“You don't remember?”

“No, Yuyeon-ah, I don't remember, otherwise I wouldn't be calling you, would I?”

Seriously, what was wrong with your friend?

“Ah, well, the last time I saw you, you were with the police guy and then- hey! Give it back to me!” There was some muffling, then static sounds before you heard Sehun’s grumpy tone coming in from a distance. Piss off, Lee Nari, truly piss off. Actually Byun Baekhyun too, for leaving my party earlier like that. “Oh god, Sehun, stop-“ Yuyeon’s voice became instantly clearer, her tone somber. You could imagine her combing through her hair as she got a proper grasp of her phone, bringing it back to her ear. “He is spitting nonsense.” It’s true! “Shut it! And now, where were we? Ah, right, the police guy. Anyway, yeah, you went home with him last night. How was he in bed?”

Your grip around your phone tightened, your subconscious developing a spin like the rollercoasters building up the tension did. “I-I didn’t sleep with him, I don’t even remember going home with him!” When you thought Sehun wasn’t in the earshot, you whispered, “I woke up topless, Yuyeon!”

Her gasp was honest, but not scandalous. “Wait- I was just joking about you two sleeping together but shit, the room was on fire when you guys were together last night. You were all over each other, Nari. I'm sure Baekhyun had to have a cold shower since you didn’t satisfy him. Maybe you flashed him your boobs! Imagine he never got the pleasure to see them in real life.”

You rolled your eyes, intensively fighting against the pull in your tummy at the vivid images Yuyeon was offering you. Were you just getting aroused?

You pinched your nose, nausea coming up. “Look, this isn’t funny at all. Did you already forget what he did to me in the past? I’d rather lose the race at the stupid festival than be… with…” finish the sentence, Nari, c’mon. Finish it. “H-him.”

“Loser, you’ll lose anyway!”

“Oh Sehun!”

Yuyeon snorted and you could only shake your head.

It seemed like you’d have to figure this mystery out on your own.

Willing the wild beat of your heart to a calmer rate, you ended the call, ready to put on some new clothes and call it a day already in the early afternoon.

You couldn’t help the lingering arousal tingling in your nerves at the idea of you being so intimate with Baekhyun. The small nerve that was poking you in frustration, though, because the possibility of you not remembering it was just purely annoying.

If only your body didn’t react so recklessly. You whimpered as you pressed your thighs together.

Byun Baekhyun would be the death of you.

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You tried hard not to visibly pale at the sight of the campus stadium being completely full. As in, full to the brim. There were already some small girl groups performing, so you weren’t surprised to find more than half of the male student population ogling at the dancing girls on the stage. The mics were a little bad, sometimes snapping and creating interruption, but no one cared as long as they were provided with the visuals.

In the backstage, you were sweating buckets but the more you thought about it, the more you were losing the original reason why. Was it the stress of having to speak in front of people? Was it because you just didn’t want to be the MC? Or was it because you had to do it for that wench?

Speaking of her —

“Ah, kid, here you are.”

Siamsa arrived in a grandiose ensemble. She had the shortest shorts and the croppest crop top you had ever witnessed. Her hair was bleached, an obnoxious pink bandana tied neatly around her small head, making it look bigger; equivalent to a Bratz doll. Her orange colored shades did little to hide her eyes that had blue contacts in them. And was her skin whiter since the last time you had the displeasure of seeing her?

“Thank you so much for accepting to be my MC,” she said in her sweet tone. “I swear we will be a great duo.”

Students who volunteered to work backstage had to stop and stare, for the legendary K-pop star was smiling brightly, her teeth unnatural but appealing to the general public. And, once, to Baekhyun, you thought with unnecessary bitterness.

In order not to look like a complete brat, you pressed a small smile, bowing your head. “It’s an honor to do this. I’m sure it will give me lots of great memories.”

Her eyebrow rose ever so gently, an obvious mock that couldn’t be spotted by others. “Hm, very well.” She looked around, taking notice of the attention. “Mind going over the plan with me? Alone?”

There was a small caravan outside behind the stage, brought especially for her. She was the biggest star so she deserved to have her personal space, even if she didn’t stay for long.

Dreading the time alone with her, you still nodded, motioning for her to go ahead.

Inside the stuffy caravan, there she had lots of refreshment ready. Not even volunteers were provided with that.

She turned abruptly upon entering, scowling your way. “You better do a good job out there, kid. Just so you know, I may have met you in private, but it doesn’t mean I’ll excuse any mistakes. I’m a perfectionist and expect to do a job well done.”

Anxiety spiked inside of you, her words leaving you feeling queasy. “I’ll try my best, so don’t worry. I also have a reputation to live up to.”

She scoffed, offering a bitter smile. “Oh, you do, don’t you. Should I help you out with that?”

You frowned, not understanding her words. “Whatever you mean.” You sensed there wouldn’t be any actual plan discussion, so you shrugged, turning away. “Since we’re done—“

“Listen, kid,” she grabbed your wrist, forcingly turning you back around. She had fire in her eyes, and not in a good way.  “Whatever you have with Baekhyun, break it off. I already know enough filth on you to threaten you with, so stop seeing him.”

Your eyes widened, but you managed to keep a calm facade withal. “I’m not seeing him. And even if I were, it’s none of your business.”

“It sure is my damn business,” she seethed through her gritted teeth. “Baekhyun and I are meant to be together. You are just an ugly splotch on our picture perfect painting. So get out of it.”

Her words hurt you, god they did. There was no reason to justify her behavior towards you whatsoever, and you were well aware of her toxic personality, but this stang. “Baekhyun isn’t yours. You two broke up ages ago—“

“Ha! Yeah when you were still in diapers learning the word love before it ever made you feel anything.”

“Listen here, bitch. Baekhyun isn’t interested in you. He doesn’t want anything with you at all, might as well stop the delusions. And now leave me the hell alone.”

Siamsa had a triumphant smile. She let out a sigh, bringing her hand up to stare at her freshly done manicure. “I wonder… would you be this confident were you to know we kissed not too long ago? Boy, I can only confirm that he got so much better at kissing since I last kissed him.”

Why did it feel like your heart broke all over again? There was an uncomfortable pull in your tummy and chest, and weirdly enough, it made you nauseous just at the idea of them kissing; Baekhyun kissing another woman.

You were pretty sure Baekhyun didn’t want to do anything with Siamsa. At least based on what he told you when you were dating, it sounded like that. She was a liar. He didn’t give more chances. End.

And then, you really grew pale when you realized you didn’t look much different from her in Baekhyun’s eyes. You lied about your age, and then there was the nasty mess with your brother.

Shaking your head, you cleared your thoughts, already feeling anxiety spiking at the idea of the past. If Baekhyun was all over you mere days ago, then you could easily get the idea too: he was a darn womanizer. Going from one ex to another.

“Aww, don’t worry, it was just a little passionate kiss, nothing more. I guess the longing for each other got the better out of us…”

You turned around and walked out of the caravan, wordlessly. Her laugh was following you along as you stepped outside. You couldn’t see well, tears smudging everything in your eyesight, but it was the best bet - you leaving. 

You marched straight into the ladies’ restroom, and puked out your breakfast.

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Siamsa was a notion you couldn’t understand, no matter how hard you tried. She was a walking human weather; warm and pleasant in front of people while talking to them. Energetic, sexy, incredibly sensual aura percolating performer on stage. A complete, abnormally whiny, idiotic brat with Byun Baekhyun. And a venomous, biting snake, a laughing hyena, a sleazy, multi-colored chameleon with you (and Baekhyun).

She was now number two, a performer. You watched with itchy eyes how she glided over the small stage, her dancers far prettier than you could ever be. They were all slim, closest to human sticks, showing skin and body moves that made you a little shy. 

It felt like you had acid swirling in the depths of your upset stomach, in spite of throwing up. Looking at her was difficult, because you could witness what Baekhyun fell for, even though he didn’t know whom he was dating back then. The conclusion was the same, nonetheless: you could never compare to Siamsa.

Deciding to look at the crowd, you tried to spot your friends; you saw Yuyeon who caught your eyes. As soon as she did, her eyes widened and she smiled a bright smile, waving at you. Sehun towered next to her, nodding your way and showing thumbs up. You’ve got this, he mouthed

You nodded, pressing a brave smile when your eyes fell on the security guard next to them. Baekhyun. Dressed in a police uniform, standing straight and proud with a thumb leisurely pushed in his belt loop like he had no business. You gulped. He looked lethal and he was staring straight back at you.

You could feel yourself going rigid at the eye contact, even more so when he offered a small, honest smile, his eyes growing gentler for a mere second before he looked away, checking the surroundings with sharpness. He, whom Siamsa kissed, apparently.

Those little bitches, you thought, sending death glares at Yuyeon and Sehun who were blissfully unaware of your raging emotions - more like, sending you calming, serene nods signaling for you to calm down.

When you sensed Baekhyun's attention turning back to you, you looked at the performance, seeing it was about to finish anyway. With a wildly beating heart, you quickly recalled to check your notepad, which was growing slightly damp from your sweaty palms.

As soon as it was your que, you put on a bright smile, winking at the students standing close to the stage, earning whistles and laughter in return.

“Wonderful, wonderful performance by our nation's pride - Siamsa! But- I don't hear your shouts?” you teased, earning a wave of deafening screams. You walked over to Siamsa while the rest of the dancers were walking off the stage in quick manner, not wanting to take the spotlight from their Queen.

“Actually, I have to say that this student, Lee Nari, is a gorgeous girl,” purred Siamsa when she saw you were about to continue with your ment. Of course she wouldn’t behave, you realized with annoyance.

“I bet after this Lee Nari will have so many fanboys, amirite?”

There were cheers coming from the crowd but you felt your smile falter a little, not liking the direction of her words.

“No matter the age,” emphasized the singer, and you threw her a panicked look just for her to gaze at someone intently - Baekhyun, of course, “everyone seems to like her. She is a junior to all of you! Would any older men like her?!” she laughed obnoxiously, covering her smile.

You threw a scared look towards where Yuyeon and Sehun stood, only to find them gaping with their mouths open. Yuyeon recovered faster, sending a cheerful thumbs up. She looked to her side and you could guess she looked for the same person you wanted to look at, but he wasn’t there anymore.

Baekhyun had most probably left, since he couldn’t bear the sight of his two pathetic, lying exes on the same stage.

“Actually, if I were to tell you-“

“That Siamsa will be coming out with a new album!” you shouted excitedly into the microphone, throwing your free arm in the air, surprising even yourself. Your heart was beating in adrenaline at another lie. But you had to save yourself. There was no other way out.

There was a joint gasp before the crowd went nuts and you just managed to earn the deadliest glare coming from your side. Siamsa was fuming.

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As much fiasco as you managed to cause at the performance, you barely managed to get out of the long claws of a very much angry Siamsa. Just before you took off for the field to prepare for your race, you heard her seeth with venom: “I am coming for you, Lee Nari. And I'll make it extra painful!”

“What a twisted wench,” you muttered to yourself in a pant, quickly rushing off the highlighted spot. She had fans flooding in and that was your only luck that day.

Why?

Because, surprise, surprise, Siamsa was, indeed, a twisted wench. Or, she just earned herself something that belonged to her all along, and your plain insistence that it wasn't true was more a lie to yourself, really. 

Volunteers were stretching and preparing themselves while you tried to copy them, though you looked like a robot or a piece of hardwood. If that already was not alarming enough…

“Hey,” someone breathed next to you. Before you could turn your face, though, he pushed his own in front of yours. “What the hell was that with Siamsa?”

Chul's forehead was almost pressed to yours. Your shock tied your tongue which resulted in a wordless stare; Chul did not take it well. “Care to explain yourself, Nari? She is a freaking musical legend in the whole of Asia, okay? Why would you disrespect her like that?!”

Snapping out of it, you flinched away, making a longer step back. You frowned at him, wanting to communicate your dissatisfaction with his behaviour towards you. “First of all, when and where did I disrespect her? Second of all, you pushed me into that shit. She asked for me, she got what she wanted,” you shrugged, unbothered.

The only bothersome thing was Baekhyun's figure slowly approaching you - and that only led you to the intrusive images of him frenching with that stupid bitch.

Chul, however, grabbed your arm, bringing your attention to him. “I don't care what is happening, who signed up for whom - she is a respected woman, so you should treat her with respect!”

“And you, young man, are doing a poor job at treating a woman with respect.” Baekhyun was standing just two feet away, hands leisurely pushed into the pockets of his pants. He tilted his head slightly, jaw ticking. “So let go of her.”

Chul's grip loosened, merely because his attention was averted. You took the opportunity and yanked your arm out of his grip but before either of you could speak, he muttered: “I'll deal with you later.” And he stormed off.

Along with his body leaving, so did the tension, and your head swayed. Baekhyun was next to you in an instant, gently holding your upper arms like any police officer would. Upper arms were a safe spot to touch a stranger in this situation. “Hey, hey, you good?”

You zoomed in on him, your heart racing thousand miles an hour. The sun was shining on his face, showing the dewy skin and the constellations of his moles. His eyes were so pretty when the sunlight shot through them like they did in that moment.

“I'm fine, thank you,” you said with a sigh. “Just a lot is happening today.”

Baekhyun nodded and he cleared his throat, letting go of you. He jogged off and came back with a cooling bottle of water that he opened, and keeping the cap, offered it to you. “Drink this. You still have some work ahead of you.”

Wordlessly, you followed his lead, gulping down big chunks of water. Refreshing and, frankly, just what you needed to get your senses back and sharp. “Thanks.”

He took the bottle from you and capped it back, offering you a gentle smile. Since you stood a little off the side, you weren't disturbed by many, but it still bugged you he was there with you.

“You did great with Siamsa,” he said gently, “and you'll do just as great in the race. I know you can do this.”

Baekhyun muttering Siamsa's name was what reminded you why this day was unbearable already, and, sadly, it overshadowed the possible joy you could latch on from his words of support.

Reciprocating the eye contact for a little longer, you shook your head gently, averting your gaze. “Thanks.” Dragging the soles of your shoes on the track field, you let the crunch of the tiny stones fill out the silence. “You should go. I don't want people to start thinking something.”

“I'm only tending to a racer,” he replied cheekily to your surprise, a smile playing on his lips.

“Baekhyun,” you murmured, disregarding his teasing, “did we do something when you dropped me off at my dorms after Sehun's party? When you came up to my room, I mean.”

Baekhyun's smile gradually disappeared, until it was a frowny pout. “I never came up to your room. It isn't allowed, remember?”

A soft gasp left your mouth but you couldn't react any more. The whistle blew and you had to go and take up your spot.

“Did something happen?” Baekhyun asked, with a slight urgency in his voice.

You shook your head, still shocked. Your feet were already taking you away from him, even though you had one last question you wanted to know the answer to. Did you kiss Siamsa? And if so, did you enjoy it? Did you like it? Did you want it? Did you long for her? Do you miss her?

What about me...

You still thought about it when you waited for the gun to go off. And then it was just push, push, push. C'mon, Lee Nari! someone shouted. You knew Sehun and Yuyeon were cheering loudly for you and you willed your legs to move so fast, you thought one would soon fall off or run off on its own. You made a mental note to never look for any video recordings of this event, because you had to look absolutely ridiculous and you didn't want such scarring.

Remembering the way Baekhyun held himself when he was running compared to you now - limbs fluttering around, not really in coordination, but you were moving forward nonetheless, so who cared. The goal was to be first, it didn't matter how you'd achieve that first place.

The cheers somehow shifted after a minute. Siamsa was walking down on the field where only the racers, teachers, medical staff and security were allowed. And, Siamsa, obviously. And, she had only one destination. That was your destruction.

She boldly approached Baekhyun who was standing aside, his eyes not once failing to follow your sprinting figure. His attention shifted from you to her, and so did the whole crowd's. Without any further ado, she grabbed the back of Captain Bucheon's head and kissed him in front of everyone.

You realized you were tumbling down the track field when you heard a crack in your shoulder, the bone jumping out of its socket, causing pain to shoot out towards your neck and chest. Your face twisted in pain, and so did your heart, breaking into more pieces.

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[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Friday Night Stabby best quotes part 3 (13/11/20)

Endless: Just gonna put this out there: is it possible Scar killed himself? Tango: I wouldn’t put it past him. Impulse: Judging Scar, he probably could pull that off, yeah. Scar, dead: I personally wouldn’t be surprised either.

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Endless: Wait, who are we voting for? Brody: We’re voting for the imposters, Endless. You wanna vote for yourself?

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Scar: So, uh, Endless. Need a rope to get outta that vent? Endless: ...sorry? Scar: You need a rope to get outta that vent you just went into after killing poor Etho? Endless: I-I’m in electrical now. Scar: From the vent? Brody: Is that why Tango voted for you? Tango, dead: I voted for Endless cuz I misclicked. Brody: Whoops! Wait, dead people don’t talk, what are you doing? Endless: ...I SUCK today. I like killing people and venting right in front of everyone, apparently. Tango, dead: That might’ve been the worst round ever, Endless.

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Brody: Evil, what’s your dog doing over there? Evil: He’s running into the wall. Tango: So far tonight, he’s just been lying on the ground dead cuz Evil’s been dead the whole time. Evil: Uh huh.

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Skizz: Tango, you were just- You tried so hard to plead your case- Tango: We’re not gonna talk about that round, alright? Skizz: Oh, we are GONNA talk about it.

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*Brody reports a body* Scar: May I speak first? Brody: Sure. Tango: Please do. Scar: Evil? Evil: Yes sir? Scar: Do you want me to say it, or would you like to say it? Tango: Did he vent?? Evil: Are you gonna accuse me of venting? Scar: I’m not accusing you of venting, I’m accusing you of multiple ventings.

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Skizz: Feeling pretty bad about Impulse here. His body didn’t even have time to rot. Endless: Oh yeah, I forgot Impulse is playing. Impulse, to his chat: I’m always dead first. It’s Among Us, but I don’t get to play.

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Brody: Joker, what’d I tell you about being weird? Joker, in a tiny voice: It doesn’t matter.

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Scar: When I found the body, the vent had just flapped closed. I didn’t see who went in but I know that it was either Tango, Impulse, Mrs Tango… Brody: Really narrowing that one down.

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*after voting Joker out and seeing he isn’t the imposter* Skizz: Oh no! I’m so sorry, buddy! Joker: Our friendship is dead. I’m dead.

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Skizz: So Evil’s story didn’t match up. He’s one of the smartest people in the world; he knows where everything is, so when he told us he got lost, I thought no, he doesn’t get lost. Brody: Don’t you give him a big ego.

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Tango: Scar literally dropped dead in front of my eyes but I didn’t see who it was! Evil: But… Scar’s alive. Endless: Yeah, Scar’s alive. Joker’s dead. Tango: Oh! Then it was Scar. Scar: Wait, what?!

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Brody: Tango, how many people did you murder this round? Tango: Uh, that’d be zero. Mrs Tango: That’s a lie. Tango: Unless you count Endless. I definitely stabbed Endless. Brody: Well, he’s dead, so… Skizz: Is this you giving up, or…? Tango: Okay no I haven’t killed anyone.

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Etho: -and I know it’s not Skizz, so that just leaves Mrs Tango. Impulse: Okay, let’s go for it. Mrs Tango: It’s not me. *everyone starts voting for Mrs Tango* Impulse: Wait wait wait wait wait! I voted too soon! I saw her do weapons earlier, it’s not her! I take it back! Tango: WHAT?! That would’ve been a good thing to say earlier!

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*body is reported* Scar: Brody? Brody: Yes sir? Scar: Is one of those hats Joker’s that you just killed? Brody: N-No? Scar: I saw his body fall and you running away. And there was a little bit of a scent of death. Mrs Tango: That’s just his general scent. Brody: That’s my normal musk. Tango: Brody, do you have any defence other than muskification? Brody: ...no.

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Joker: You throwing me under the bus, Skizz? Skizz: No, I just know it’s not me. Joker: We’re a team, dude. We’re supposed to kill together. Skizz: Would you shut up?

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Impulse: Well, Joker just said it was him, so… Scar: Oh, I thought we were doing Endless. Shoot. Endless: WH-WHY?!

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Scar: That’ll teach you to pull a fast one on me, Joker! The sheriff knows all. Joker, laughing: What? Etho: Don’t mess with the sheriff, Joker!

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Joker: Hold on, I wanna tell a story. Everyone: *groans simultaneously* Joker: No no, it’s a good story! Brody: Is it about how you killed somebody? Joker: No! I didn’t kill anybody! Damnit! *realises everyone has voted for him* Joker: Well, there goes my story… You’re all gonna be sad you missed out.

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Skizz: Etho, what’s wrong with your dog? Etho: No, that’s Evil’s dog. Tango: Yeah, Evil’s dog. He just likes to vibrate in the corner. Etho: He’s chasing his tail. Impulse: He’s vibing. Tango: He’s got an eye on his butt, that’s all I know.

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Impulse: Doesn’t matter. I saw Joker vent so vote him out. Brody: Alright, done. Joker: But- Why can’t it be Impulse that jumped out of the vent? Impulse: Why can’t you not get caught venting thirty seconds into the match? Joker: Oh, I… *realises everyone's voting for him* I regret nothing, honestly.

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Etho: Why didn’t you go do your task, Joker? Joker: I don’t know where it is. Etho: You went down to something then you pulled away and now I’m super suspicious of you. Joker: No! I-I literally don’t know where- Etho: You had ONE job to do, Joker! ONE job!

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Joker: *being ejected* I need a hug :(

#friday night stabby #friday night stabby quotes #impulsesv #tangotek #mrstango #etho #misterjoker #theendless #evilnotion #goodtimeswithscar #skizzleman #brodyman

[ofbardsandmonsters]

Thank you @riotfalling​ for requesting I tackle this prompt and making it Winteriron!! You can also find it here on AO3!

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Tony Stark has never been one to back down when there’s something he wants. Toys, sweets, attention, grades, cars, employees.

Lovers.

And the former Hydra assassin whose lips he now knows the taste of thanks to a split second decision fueled by a lack of sleep and coffee jitters three nights ago is no exception.

They’d been growing closer for months. Now, Bucky is more likely to be found lounging on the workshop couch with a book in his hand than spending any time with Steve. And Tony had been so sure that the big brunette had been giving him the same looks Tony had been throwing his way for the last several weeks. In fact, despite what some might consider evidence to the contrary, he’s still confident that he wasn’t wrong.

But that doesn’t leave him any less confused as to why Bucky’s been completely avoiding him since their kiss. A kiss that the other man had seemed just as enthusiastic about in the moment. He had looked just as affected before he gently encouraged Tony to finally get some much needed sleep. And Tony knows he hadn’t been imagining the little smile on the other man’s face as he walked away.

Which is why the fact that there’s been no trace of Bucky anywhere for three whole days makes no sense.

FRIDAY has been no help. His youngest child clearly has an even bigger soft spot for their favorite super soldier than her father does because she’s flat out refused to help him get the drop on Bucky. Tony’s not even sure that she isn’t helping Bucky by alerting him any time Tony’s headed his way.

A few years ago, Tony probably would have given up after day one and gone to hide in the shop to nurse his wounded pride. But he likes to think he’s grown past most of those insecurities. And he wants this. He knows they could be so good together. So he enlists the help of the one person that he knows is more invested in Bucky’s happiness and well being than anyone else.

He goes to Steve.

~~

By the time Tony’s done giving Steve the rundown, the blonde is groaning dramatically, one big hand thrown over his eyes.

“Damnit, Buck.”

Tony chuckles, bare heels drumming against the lower cabinets of the counter he’s perched on in Steve’s kitchen. Sometimes, Steve reminds him so much of Rhodey it’s a little spooky. He knows he’s seen the same look of exasperation on his own best friend’s face numerous times throughout their long standing friendship.

“Tony, I promise, you were not reading anything wrong. Bucky never shuts up about you. It’s kinda gross, actually.”

That makes Tony laugh harder, and he gratefully accepts the mug of coffee Steve presses into his hands. It’s made up exactly how he likes, enough cream to turn it a soft caramel color and exactly zero sugar, because Rhodey may be his best friend but Steve is a very close second and he knows Tony almost as well.

“I may have acted in a sleep deprived state, but even my less than functional brain wouldn’t have gone for it if I wasn’t absolutely sure it would be welcomed. I thought we would talk about it in the morning, but I can’t pin him down. So I’m… kind of at a loss.”

Steve drums his fingers on the counter next to Tony’s leg, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“I can help you corner him, but it’s not gonna be easy to convince him. Buck’s still… vulnerable, in places. There’s still so many things he thinks he’s not worthy of, that he doesn’t deserve, because of what Hydra made him do.”

That’s a mindset that Tony’s all too familiar with. It took a long time and a lot of reassurance from the people closest to him before he stopped holding himself to the sins of his past. He knows Bucky’s come a long way from when Steve first brought him home, but demons that size don’t let go easily.

“Steve, you get me in a room with him and keep him from running away, and I’ll do all the rest. And FRI, baby girl, daddy loves you but if you so much as hint to Bucky that Steve’s conspiring against him, I will recode you to run nothing but refrigerators. Are we clear?”

There’s no response for a moment, but Tony’s content to wait the AI out. Luckily, he doesn’t have to wait long.

“Yes, boss.”

Tony snorts, recognizing the petulant tone that he definitely did not program into her. Turning back to Steve, his face settles into a more serious expression.

“Bucky’s… special. He’s important to me. I’m not gonna give up easy.”

Steve smiles at his admission, and he wraps Tony in a hug.

“I know, Shellhead. There’s nobody I trust with him more than you.”

~~

Three hours later, Tony’s sitting amongst the plants in Bruce’s rooftop garden. It’s not really a strange place for him to be, honestly. The garden is calming, and he’s joined Bruce for sunrise yoga (on the mornings Tony hasn’t actually been to sleep yet by the time the sun is coming up) up here a number of times. Steve is standing at the railing overlooking the city when the elevator tings. Tony tenses, nerves and anticipation making his palms sweat, but he doesn’t move. It takes effort, but even when Bucky appears, he manages to push down the instant reaction to stand up and demand answers.

“Hey Stevie, what did you—”

“Sit down, Buck.”

The brunette looks confused, and a little worried, but he does as he’s told and takes a seat in one of the loungers scattered around the space.

“What’s this about, Steve? Is… everything ok?”

Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning frustrated blue eyes on his best friend.

“It’s about Tony, Buck. What the hell are you doing?”

Bucky shrinks back, shoulders rounding as he drops his gaze to his feet.

“Look, Steve—”

“Nope. No. Don’t even start trying to give me some bullshit answer. I know you. I know when you’re sweet on someone. I’ve seen that look in your eyes. You want Tony, and by his own admission, he wants you too. He’s a good person, my best friend in the world other than you. And I want my two best friends to be happy. So what gives?”

“I know , Steve. God, you think I don’t realize exactly how perfect Tony is?” Bucky sighs, rubbing both hands over his face aggressively before looking up at Steve. “That’s exactly why I can’t.”

“That’s bullshit.”

Bucky’s head snaps up, turning to look at where Tony had finally stepped out of hiding. The angry, heartbroken look on the other man’s face makes Bucky flinch.

“Tony…”

The smaller man comes closer, stopping just out of reach and tilting his chin up to look Bucky in the eyes. Neither man notices Steve quietly slipping away.

“It’s bullshit. We’re both so far from perfect, but don’t you think the world’s put us through enough? Don’t you think we deserve to be happy?”

Bucky takes an unconscious step forward, one hand reaching out towards Tony. Even as he tries to hold himself back, he can’t fight the desire to comfort and soothe the other man.

“Tony, of course you deserve to be happy. I just… I'm—I’m sorry. I’m not who you need.”

“But you’re who I want. Isn’t that enough?”

He doesn’t know if it’s Tony’s words or the way his pretty brown eyes turn liquid with the gathering tears, but something in Bucky breaks and there’s no stopping him from closing the distance between them and wrapping the other brunette up in his arms. Tony’s hands come up to fist in the back of his shirt, holding on tight. His next words are muffled by the fabric, but Bucky’s enhanced hearing makes them easy to pick up.

“Don’t you want me too?”

Bucky’s hands move to cup Tony’s cheeks, tilting his face up so their eyes meet. His thumbs brush under Tony’s eyes to catch the tears that have slipped out.

“I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more.”

Tony’s face breaks out into a delighted smile, and he stretches up to press their lips together in a soft kiss. When he tries to pull away, Bucky chases after him, deepening the kiss.

Tony’s already got him beat two to nothing. He’s got a lot of making up to do to even the score.

#winteriron #fluff #thank you riot and stella for being my constant cheer squad #you guys are amazing