#also the lower new model face looks like me lol

[jorvikzelda]

the implication implied here that eyebrows could potentially be selectable and there will be an option to not wear makeup is actually so fucking poggers

#also the lower new model face looks like me lol #its like a mish mash of me and my sister and people do like to tell us we look alike so #sso #star stable #star stable online #alex originals

[jedi-luca]

Avenger Lane Chapter Six part 1

SURPRISE MF lol I thought I would show some mercy, annnd there is a few surprises in here for you all tonight. MAKE SURE TO CHECK THE A/N AT THE END. ;) It's not very long.

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention? 

Parings: Quinn Fabray x G!P Reader / eventual Natasha x G!P Reader

Warnings: NOT PROOF READ also Drug use!

Avenger Lane Chapter Six: Part 1 "Vogue"

“Sam Evans, what are you doing?” Kurt glared.

“Uhh, helping you by modeling these skirts for you.” 

“How are you going to help me by wearing it backwards!?” He yelled.

“Hey now, don’t yell at my baby cause your skirt is confusing.” Mercedes pointed at her best friend before walking over to Sam fixing his skirt for him.

“Sweetheart?” Blaine called out hesitantly

Kurt whipped around.

“Here, I brought your favorite.”

“Oh honey! Ugh you’re so sweet!” Kurts mood drastically changes from furious to sweet.

“He’s normally not as… stressed out.” You mutter to Natasha as you both change.

“Oh that’s normal in this business.” She winked over her shoulder as she took off her shirt. You inwardly gasped seeing a large bruise on her lower back.

“Whoa! Nat what the hell?” You ask now behind her placing your fingers on her lower back not even noticing the way she shivered.

“Oh that.” She muttered before pulling up her dress.

“Did Bruce hurt you?” Your steamed eyes ablaze with rage. 

“Oh no! No, no, no, no!” She turned around. 

You weren’t convinced and she could tell.

“Y/N, I promise Bruce didn’t hurt me. I promise.”

“Then how-“

“I’m in Krav Maga.”

Your brows furrowed. Noticing you weren’t convinced she took out her phone scrolling to a video of her and the blonde you recognize from her family photos sparing.

“Wow.” You chuckled seeing her sparing. “You’re a badass.”

“Believe me now?” She grinned, poking your stomach.

“Yes.” You chuckled as you placed your tie around your open collar.

“Zip me?” She says innocently.

“Sure.” You gulp, placing a palm on her hip as you slowly zip up the dress careful not to knick her. You never noticed how intimate something as simple as zipping up a dress could be. The glint of your wedding band glimmered under the light reminding you what it meant.

“You were so upset.” She teased you as she turned around, slapping your hands away from your tie.

“I'm sorry.” You gulp looking up avoiding her eyes.

“Don’t be. It’s sweet.” She smiled and brought your chin back towards the front. “It’s sort of nice to have someone want to fight for me even though I can do it myself.”

“I really wanted to kick his ass there for a minute.” You chuckled as she smiled, focusing on the tie.

“And why would you do that?” she questioned after fixing your tie.

“Because… you’re my friend and I care about you. I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you if I can help it.”

Emerald eyes snapped to yours. She was reading you and you let her. Before Natasha could get a word in, the photographer's assistant rushed in.

“Okay he’s ready for you both.”

“Oh me as well?” You furrowed your brows you already shot with the unholy trinity. You thought you were gonna model solo now.

“Yup.” She said before scurrying off.

“Y/N!” Kurt yelled.

You jolted in place hearing his frustration and you looked for an exit. 

“Come on.” Natasha rolls her eyes at you playfully.

“What!? No way! I don’t want to be yelled at like Spam.”

She huffed and dragged you out of the fitting room.

“There you are.” He sighs.

“Okay I’ll do a few shots of Natasha solo then with Y/N then solo Y/N.” The photographer announces towards you, Kurt, and Natasha.

“Natasha, let's start with you first.”

Her heels click as she walks towards the set.

“Kurt are you insane you’re gonna have me model with Nat? Quinn is going to kill both of us!” You hiss.

“You’re married.” Kurt huffed with a roll of his eyes.

“No shit Sherlock. Did you forget who I married.” You kinked your brow.

“Don’t tell me she still has jealousy issues.” Kurt furrowed his brows. He gasped when you made no attempt to correct him. “Wow, a decade and she’s still jealous? Blaine doesn’t even get jealous anymore!” He huffed.

“So then I don’t have too?”

“Psh, no you’re doing it. If she gets upset I’ll take care of it. The photographer wants you modeling with nearly everyone. Quinn left with Santana and Rach to grab something to eat since I didn’t have the time.”

“Y/N he’s ready for you.” The assistant popped up causing you both to jump.

You nodded before following her to the set.

“Alright first I want both of you by the window.” You walked over towards her.

The photographer Aaron walked over towards both of you, camera in hand.

“Fuck you both look scrumptious.” Aaron grinned. “So for this shot I want you both acting like this is your first and last night together. Got it?”

You both nod as he begins snapping photos.

You reach up with your left hand to caress her cheek.

“Yes Y/N look deep into those green eyes. Alright now go to bed.” He said.

Natasha took you by the tie leading you to the bed. 

“Ugh yes Natasha lead the puppy where you want her.”

“Did he just call me a puppy?” You ask her.

“Shh puppy’s don’t speak.” Natasha smirked, placing a finger on your lips, causing the photographer to laugh. You gulped before nervously letting out a chuckle.

She sits on the bed as if she’s going to lay down. Your tie is still in her hand.

“Why Y/N Y/L/N you’re blushing.” Natasha grinned

“Yesssss!” Aaron moaned snapping shots.

“I can’t help it. You smell nice and look nice and yeah.” You cleared your throat.

“Kiss her.” Aaron smirked at your shocked face.

“Wait what?”

“Kiss the girl!” He huffed, rolling his eyes at you. He cursed in French when his camera stopped working.

“I’ve… I’ve never kissed another woman… I mean I have, but not consensually on my part.”

“Well you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Natasha said softly.

“Alright I’m back up and running.” The photographer Aaron announced.

“Why are we kissing again?” you asked.

“Cause it’s hot.” He scoffed.

“He wants to capture the suit, the dress and the lingerie set under the dress.” The assistant explained.

“Oh.” You say nodding.

“So now you understand why this must be sexy, yeah?” Aaron huffed.

Nodding you turn back towards the redhead who unbeknownst to you was having a bit of an internal melt down. On one hand she desperately wants to kiss you, and on the other she’s terrified that she’s going to want you to do it again.

“We don’t have to Y/N.” Natasha says softly, sensing you were nervous. 

You knew if you bowed out then Santana would get to take your place, and you just couldn’t have that. You knew she’d find a way to torment you about it. 

“I’m good.” You grinned. “What’s a kiss between two friends?” You shrugged playfully causing her to laugh.

The next few moments were a bit of a blur, but you remember thinking how green her eyes looked. It was like looking at a sea of pine trees. The moment your lips touched hers felt like your lips were on a cloud. You swore she sighed against you when you gripped her hips. Her hands laid against your abdomen slowly moving up your chest before slowly running up your shoulders to cup your face.

You don’t really remember the moment you both pulled away, but you remember feeling a pull to dive back in.

“Make it look like you’re ripping the dress off.” Aaron broke your trance.

“Do not rip that dress!” Kurt, snapped pointing at you.

“Fine.” Aaron sighed. “Natasha, go ahead and strip.” The photographer made sure to snap photos as the Russian beauty turned for you to unzip her dress. 

You gulped once again in the same position as earlier. You began pulling the zipper down and soon the dress was lying against the chaise, and Natasha was straddling your lap. Your arms wrapped around her looking up with her inches from your lips. She leaned down slowly, her nose touching yours when your lips met once again. Her body hummed against yours as you brought her closer.

Natasha’s fingers scratched at the back of your neck breathing you in as she kissed you. You suppressed a groan as she ever so gently rocked her hips back. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to think of the mailman, a trick Finn told you about back in highschool. 

“What in the fresh hell is this?!” You hear Quinn yell. “Get off of my wife!”

“Scandalous.” The photographer cackled, capturing everyone’s surprised face.

“Quinn, they're just modeling my line.” You hear Kurt huff.

“Why do they have to be all over each other making out to do it?” Quinn furrowed her brows gesturing to you.

“Sex sells Quinn you know that.” Your shoulders tensed up immediately hearing that familiar high pitched voice.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha asks, trying to control her heart beat, noticing your change in demeanor.

“Berry.” You grumbled.

“That’s her?” Natasha furrowed her brows. She was almost the complete opposite of you. You growled watching the short brunette place her hands on Quinn’s arms, calming her down.

“Short little hobbit like annoying piece of-“

“Y/N.” Natasha brings your attention back to her.

“Sorry.” You cleared your throat. “She just instantly makes me upset.”

“You two are good.” The assistant said walking over with two robes.

Natasha looks down at your arms still wrapped around her.

“Oh right.” You chuckled letting her go and helping her off your lap.

“You!” Quinn snapped, pointing at Natasha who merely raised her eyebrows. “You think I’m just gonna let you kiss my wife?” The blonde was now taking her earrings off. 

“Whoa Q calm down.” You say getting in front of her holding her back.

“And you! You just let her!” She slapped your chest before shoving you.

“Babe, it was for the photoshoot.” 

“Photoshoot my ass I bet the two of you couldn’t wait for this to happen!” She yelled glaring at you finger pointed.

“Okay… come on tubbers lets lower that blood pressure.” Santana muttered as she and Brittany dragged her outside.

“Well she was thoroughly upset.” Natasha raised her brow at you as you entered the dressing room to put your clothes on.

“Yeah, that seemed about right.” You sighed taking off your tie.

“Didn’t you kiss Brittany and Santana like an hour ago?” She huffed, as she changed into her clothes.

“Yup.” You sighed looking at the wall.

“Got it, so she just doesn’t like me nor trust me.” Natasha nodded with a rueful smile on her face. She honestly doesn’t blame Quinn, she does have a thing for you, but it’s just that! A thing! She understands you’re married.

“Nat-”

“It’s okay Y/N.”

“It’s not and don’t worry I’ll talk to her I promise. Onnnn another note, wanna come with all of us to dinner? My treat.” You smiled sweetly.

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Santana and Brittany used 3 edibles and a pen to calm Quinn down enough for her to see you and Natasha again with out trying to murder you both. 

“So Y/N, Q, We all got Finley’s invitations. What are our jobs for Finley’s birthday?” Santana asks.

“You didn’t tell me her birthday is so soon.” Natasha smiled. “She’s a summer baby?”

“Hmhm.” You grinned. “My little August baby.”

“Our August baby.” Quinn’s brow ticked. “I carried her for 9 months, and was in labor for 18 hours.”

“How could I forget when you throw it in my face constantly.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Well it seems sometimes I have to remind you since you like making out with other women.”

Before you can snap off Berry butts in.

“Okay guys please don’t fight again.” Rachel pleaded.

“Shut up Berry.” You hissed. “We aren’t fighting. This is between me and my wife.”

“Don’t tell her to shut up!” Quinn growled, nudging you.

The old glee clubbers awkwardly shifted in their seats as you and your wife bickered. 

“Do they get this way a lot?” Natasha found herself asking Blaine.

He sighed, shaking his head negatively. “No, they don’t… Although I have noticed they only get this way if Rachel is around, or… Sersi.” He opted out of saying Natasha’s name in fear of you kicking his ass.

“Anyway! We were talking about my God daughter and her birthday so let’s get back to that so we can spoil the shit out of her.” Santana huffed.

“Alright so Young Wild & Three is the theme.” You spoke up. “Figured jungle theme, bring in some exotic petting zoo animals, maybe get some fun booths going to win prizes, and the food could be simple sliders,-“

“Ooh! I can design the cake!” Sam beamed it took him a long time to figure out who he was outside of Lima. Outside of the halls of Mckinnley high. He was very supportive of Mercedes following her dream and while doing so found he loved to bake.

“Thanks Sam!” You grinned.

“Ooh one of the games could be ‘Swinging from the Threes’ we could make some monkey bars or an obstacle course?” Natasha chimed in.

“Maybe we can make a ball pit too.” You add on to her idea.

“We can’t forget karaoke!” Brittany added.

“I’ll bring my karaoke set.” Rachel nodded.

“I’ll bring the piñata. It’s my job as tia.” Santana shrugged.

“This party sounds fun.” Kurt mused before turning towards his husband. “We can not forget to wear the rain ponchos.”

“A rain poncho?” Natasha asked, turning towards the couple.

“Best way to keep your clothes clean around kids.” Kurt explained.

“Want us to bring you one?” Blaine asked, raising his large brows.

“No, that's okay.” Natasha chortled.

“Question.” Mike raised his hand. “Would this also technically be your housewarming party since none of us have been there yet?”

“Ohhh yes so I expect a gift for Fin and me- I mean for us.” Quinn smirked.

“Quinn.” You rolled your eyes.

“Your wedding gift was my housewarming gift, bitch.” Santana snorted, causing Quinn to roll her eyes.

“Y/N, I don’t know if this would help, but you can use my pool if you want? I’m sure the kids would love it.”

“Oh we don’t wanna put you out like that.” Quinn shook her head.

“Oh it’s no trouble at all. Y/N you could make a mini door on my fence-”

“I was joking about that.” You chuckled, earning an eye roll from Quinn.

“I know that!” She laughed. “But it actually makes sense now, and I bet Clint would let us borrow his slide.”

“You really don’t mind?” You furrowed your brows.

“Of course not.” She shrugged.

“Thanks Nat.” You grinned.

“When are my tio and tia coming into town?” Santana questioned.

“Couple of days.” You grin.

“Along with my mother which means we are cleaning.” Quinn muttered.

You internally screamed you did not like cleaning with Quinn.

“Aha! Sucker you gotta clean like a little bitch fool!” Santana laughed, punching your arm.

You glared rubbing your arm.

“Are you two related?” Natasha squinted looking at you and Santana.

“Nah, but our parents are like best friends.” Santana explains.

“Ohhh, I think it's really cool that all of you still keep in touch from Highschool.”

“It’s important we all stay connected.” Rachel smiled, squeezing your wife's hand. The blonde looked over, eyes glazed over, a lazy smile on her face. Natasha’s eyes flickered over to you, but you couldn’t move your eyes from their hands.

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As you all walked out onto the streets of New York City.  you out of habit took Quinn’s hand only for her to snatch it back.

“Don’t touch me.” She snapped, giving you a glare that would turn Medusa to stone.

“Qui-”

“No, I'm still pissed at you Y/N.” She grit before walking away from you. “Like I’m so upset with you I can’t even look at you right now!” 

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Natasha says, walking up next to you as you watch your wife speaking with Brittany and Rachel.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Yeah she’s just being… Quinn, but to be honest if a hottie like you was mackin’ on my wife I’d kick your ass too.” Santana interrupts laying her arms around both your shoulders.

“She can try.” Natasha shrugs.

Santana cackled letting her go before turning to you. “Don’t worry Q can stay with us tonight. I’ll talk with her tomorrow when we fix up the party favors and all that shit.”

You sighed nodding before the Latina walked away.

“Damn dude.” Mike's eyes widened. “Quinn has literally never changed.”

“Hey come on it was my fault-“

“Dude you did the same thing with Santana and Brit! She’s being unreasonable-“

“Mike!” You whined.

“Fine, fine, but she is.”

“Mike? Are you ready?” Tina smiled walking up.

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat.

“Bye Y/N.” She said, hailing a cab. “Nice meeting you Natasha.” 

“You as well.” Natasha smiles.

“Bye Tina!” You say before standing in front of Mike mouthing. ‘OH MY GOD!’

He quickly mouths back ‘I KNOW!’

“See you on Fin’s birthday?” He asks, pointing towards you as he walks backwards.

“Well, I am the father. So yeah. I’ll be there.” You furrow your brow condescendingly.

“That is, if Quinn doesn’t kick you out first.” He smirked as you flipped him off.

“Bye Nat it was great meeting you!” Mike waves getting in the cab.

“Likewise!” She laughs, shaking her head.

“Sooo it’s 10 PM and we’re in New York City. My wife is contemplating the idea of leaving me, and for a hobbit no less. Wanna get up to some shit?” You ask, turning towards Natasha with a smirk.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of you…” Natasha smirks at the mischievous look on your face. “You’ve piqued my interest Y/L/N. I’m game.”

You grinned taking her hand before taking off on an adventure.

A/N: Thought I'd make it up to y'all by letting you guys decide what they get up too (within reason lol)! Let me know in the comments!!!

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x you #quinn fabray x reader #avenger lane

[iwonderwh0]

Androids can't get sick in a way humans can, but it doesn't mean they can't catch a virus in a computer way.

Within deviant society I suppose it wouldn't be surprising for some androids to spread a malicious programs among their android peers.

Especially for those models that are older and therefore lower in its processing speed, a feeling of injustice would be enough to spread a malware among newer models to 1) steal part of their processing power for itself 2) corrupt some parts of their system to slow them down. Both are just as a way of forcefully equalize them newer faster mfs with those older models. And because android-specific viruses/worms/trojans would be completely new topic within the world of those freshly-baked deviants it would spread like a wildfire. And the best parts? Humans will have no clue, it's hard enough to read a code written by other humans in languages designed specifically for humans to be readable, but android-specific lower level alternative of assembly written By androids themselves to be interpreted by other androids? Oh BOY

Other types of such malware may as well be targeted at gaining the access to the whole processing unit instead of only a part of it. Imagine the kind of android infecting others just to override their whole personality with their own, basically just gaining new bodies within its own hiv-mind. And what's scary about it is that the more bodies are controlled by this single consciousness the harder it is to stop it as the processing power adds up with each new infected android. The kind of zombie apocalypse but instead of zombies there are hundreds of androids possessed by a single mind.

Also Trojans. Mhm, imagine believing some android by word when it claims to create a patch to better calibrate your surface sensitivity, just to install it and discover that now you can feel PAIN or hunger or other unpleasant sensation with no adequate reason or a way to turn this shit OFF.

And the way it is difficult to detect if an android have some malware running within its system. In case it's the type of malware that steal processing power it could be possible to see externally as androids getting what looks like fever (overheating without obvious reasons to, like while running just background tasks), getting slower reactions, worse sense of balance (as this basic running process is overpowered by this malware running with a higher priority), worse face and object recognition.

Malware that turns off/corrupts your voice box, blurs out your vision OR deliberately filters your visual input not allowing you to see something/otherwise makes you see something that isn't actually there

Fuck, the possibilities are unlimited

I feel like I can ramble about it for a really long time, just let me know if you want me to, lol

#detroit become human fanfiction #dbh #dbh theories #dbh headcanons #dbh headcanon

[gracie-has-a-sticker]

tips for wonyoungism

Who is wonyoung?⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

 Following Well many would question, who exactly is wonyoung? This question may come from many non-kpop fans and even new kpop fans! Wonyoung as of 2024 is part of a group called IVE under starship ent She is also a ex-member of Iz*one, just to clear the air she did not leave the group due to any personal problems but the group as a whole disband!

Wonyoung has had the kpop fans and the internet on a chokehold because of

1; her absolutely insane beauty

2; charismatic personality

3; talented performance

4; a fashion, brand and, skincare icon

5; always determined attitude

6; a unbothered queen

7; most recently, the legal battle

8; THE IT GIRL OF 4TH GEN

In summary, Jang Won Young's charisma, fashion sense, and resilience has contributed to her viral status in South Korea's entertainment scene✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ and in this book, we will be going in dept to talk about her her viral wonyoungism mindset!

reminders about wonyoungism⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆

I just want to let you know that before we jump into this whole wonyoungism mindset, I just wanna let you know you are beautiful the way you are!!! no need to change how you look or anything about you, wonyoungism is suppose to help you to grow as a individual, please don't degrade yourself lol. If you feel like wonyoungism isn't for you, don't mold yourself to be something your not!! Remember YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL THE WAY YOU ARE!!!!

Mindset𓍢ִ໋✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡

 Wonyoung has a stern mindset, she always has a white swan mindset What is a white swan mindset? White swan~ You always focus on the good not the bad, a white swan mindset is being able to focus on the good and learn from your past failures :( You always have a smile on your face, knowing you will see results, you never put yourself down when someone talks bad about you! Wonyoung never puts herself down because she knows her value, she knows how much she is worth!!! People talk bad about you okay so what???? their is a reason they are behind you!!! Wonyoung also has a idgaf mindset, like queen wonyoung said "your you, im me" Wonyoung doesn't care about haters because she knows that at the end of the day, what did you benefit out of listening to the haters, nothing! you don't get a glow up instead you get glow down, when you listen to haters you end uplowering your value and lowering your worth! why? because you listen to people talk about you, instead of focusing on yourself, it is so important to just block out the haters, Wonyoung got so much hate at such a young age, she dealt with grown adults hating on her but what did she do? she ignored them, when you start doing that people will start to realize, you have a idgaf mindset, people will start to realize how stupid they look taking about you, when you honestly don't give a fuck (sorry for cussing lol) so the whole entire thing summed up, focus on yourself, get your work done and if anyone hates don't worry because when they realize that you don't care at the end of the day and they will be and look embarrassed.

Hobbies⋅⋆⁺𐚁♡ও⁺⋆⋅

Hobbies are really important because when you have so much extra time on your hands, you just might be a victim of scrolling endlessly on tiktok, instagram, twitter and, youtube. Wonyoung has hobbies such as modeling, she plays the piano, flute and violin and she learned English and Japanese. . . . Yes, I and many have fallen into that constant cycle of being lazy and just laying on the couch, hair messy, clothes dirty with a can of coke-a-cola and a bag of chips, eating myself away. Yes when in the moment it feels nice and being to take a break from reality, but question yourself after the lazy moment "why did I do that?" "what do I benefit from that besides watching 200 reels and binge watching 2 seasons of the k-drama series called happiness *i love that show lol*" but in all seriousness people will joke around and say "My hobby is eating" or "binge watching is my hobby" but lets be honest we all know that's not a hobby. Having hobbies can benefit you in so many ways. Hobbies help you with your emotional or mental health, hobbies can also help you interact/socialize with others, you can find new friends because you guys share a new hobby. Hobbies can be so fun and help you learn more things you didn't know before. . . . Hobby Idea list <3

*Painting

*Crafting

*Journaling

*Crocheting

*Sewing

*Photography

*Writing music

*Pottery

*Learn a new language (i am currently involved in this hobby and I love it lol)

*Find out new music

*Travel (only if your allowed to;)

*Blogging

*Join a club (jazz, art, photography or clubs you would enjoy!)

*Reading .

More physical hobbies

*Dancing

*Pilates

*Running

*Boxing

*Swimming

*Cycling

*Ice Skating

*Weight Lifting

the end love you stay safe my lovely oomfs<3

#wonyoung #wonyoungism #selfcare #skincare #kpop #loveyourself #ive #izone

[innerslumber]

So I saw this post and a little drabble got written. I literally wrote it in 30 minutes so my apologies for the roughness lol. Written for @cable-knit-sweater for the awesome post that inspired it and feeding us so much Chris and Sebastian goodness.

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Doppelganger Dodger (M)

(I don't know how many words because I wrote it all on Tumblr lol)

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"I don't believe you."

Chris looked up from petting Dodger to see Sebastian grinning. "Are you saying that I'm a liar? Because I'm not! This was totally an accident!"

Sebastian laughed and kept taking more pictures of Dodger, who was sporting the shirt from Chris' latest role. "There is no way that shirt was accidentally shrunk! I know the crew is meticulous about that stuff." He scrolled through his gallery to see his handiwork. "Just admit it, you had that made for Dodger."

Chris wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and tried to look coy. He mostly just looked mischievous. "Well...I might have made a comment to the wardrobe director about how cute Dodger looked in my cable knit sweater..."

Oh my God, that sweater. It had blown both of their minds when that had been the viral moment to come out of Knives Out. Chris ended up getting boxes and boxes of the stuff delivered to his agent with many designers hoping for an endorsement. He would never admit it to anyone but Sebastian had loved that particular moment in Chris' fashion evolution. Nothing like soft wool to bury his face into along with a steady heartbeat to lull him to sleep.

"So you're basically admitting you planted the seeds to this?" Sebastian sent Chris the pictures in a text. He knew that Chris would want to post these on Instagram because let's face it, that was more of an account for Dodger. Not that Sebastian was complaining. He loved Dodger just as much as anyone who saw him.

Chris winked. "I plead the fifth."

Sebastian rolled his eyes but his face was still soft with affection. "Fine fine. Keep your secrets."

A soft ping on Chris' phone announced the new messages. He opened up the text and saved all of the pictures that Sebastian had taken. "Wow, these look really good. Way better than my old ones. Thank you."

"Well, if you had gotten a new phone sooner, you'd have nice pics too."

Chris pouted, his lower lip jutting out slightly. "But I really loved that phone."

"Trust me," Sebastian chuckled. "I know how much you loved that phone."

They both went through the photos together to decide which ones were the best. Chris loved the one where Dodger was facing the camera while Sebastian also suggested adding the one from the back. To get that true 360 degrees experience of the Cuteness That Was Dodger Evans.

"Okay....and it's done." Chris finished uploading the pictures and almost immediately saw the likes and comments come in. As for the model himself, Dodger was happily curled around Sebastian's side on the couch.

"So anything else you got as a souvenir from the set?" Sebastian asked while slowly running his fingers through Dodger's soft fur.

"Yeah, I did manage to snag something." Chris' voice was light and casual but Sebastian saw right through him.

"And you got...?"

"Remember those white pants I wore?"

How could he forget? Those pants were absolutely obscene in how tightly they had clung to Chris' ass and thick thighs. But Sebastian decided to act dumb for the hell of it.

"Hmm, yeah I think I do."

Chris grinned, knowing the game that Sebastian was playing. "Well, I distinctly remember you saying how much you wanted to suck my cock while I wore it." He leaned closer until their faces were just a few inches away. "Is the offer still on the table?"

A tightness gripped Sebastian's core muscles, with more warmth radiating downward. He stared at Chris' lips, slightly parted with a glisten of moisture where he had swiped his tongue on it. Sebastian gave into his urge and kissed Chris, any efforts at being hard to get abandoned. A deep moan reverberated between them, with both pairs of hands roaming over clothed skin.

"I think," Sebastian nipped at Chris' chin, "that I do remember saying that."

"Well then," Chris positively purred his response. "How about I slip into those pants and see if you still like the view?"

Sebastian got up from the couch and beckoned his lover toward the bedroom. "This is an excellent idea."

Much later, both sweaty and panting from their exertions, Sebastian complimented Chris' thieving skills. A booming laugh and a tighter hug was the only appropriate response, which Chris gladly provided.

#i hope you like it! #it's short though lol #ooh this is my first Evanstan fic #cool! #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #dodger evans #late night writing

[joytraveler]

61. Special Treat For Super Players

The screen goes black, and one by one, sixty stars light up on the screen, which must be the game counting up how many games you've finished. When all sixty stars disappear, Joyce's face reappears with that same big smile.

["You are a wonderful player! You make me feel very appreciated. Thanks from Joy Traveler!"

["Did you know that many of the games in this collection were made by children?"]

Joyce hides her mouth but you can tell she's giggling. ["Sometimes it shows! But the children made them all by themselves! And now..."]

She slides off the screen and is replaced with a new logo: JOY GAME MAKER. ["...so can you!"]

"AaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa!!!" Bea, who looked like she was on the brink of dozing off, is suddenly full of energy and spinning around in her chair! Good thing she put down the controller first! "HOW DO I DO IT! Tell me moooore..."

Baconnaise: Bea. You're drooling. Chill. aroseahorseboy I'M drooling HNV: I don't think you'll be able to do much, you don't have a keyboard!

Upon pressing start, the player is brought to a screen with what looks like a big schoolroom, with Joyce herself sitting at the desk at the front. Every element in the room seems to have a function. There's an art easel, which is presumably for drawing sprites; a piano, for music; a tape recorder; a map on the wall; and an open door leading to the playground outside. Hard to tell what some of these things mean at this point! Looks like you can select Joyce too.

Bea has quickly doodled several of her followers as bees (their "beesonas") before she even clicks on Joyce, presumably for tips on how to actually MAKE a game. "I should probably have realized sooner that you guys won't actually be able to PLAY this but, too late now"

Syrupentine: YOU DREW HONEY SYRUP! *dies happy*

When you pick Joyce, she stands up and pulls down a screen, prompting:

[What kind of game would you like to make?]

There are at least 30 different game models to make, starting with side-scroller, shmup, 2D fighter, all the way to JRPG and Board Game!

She selects 2D fighter! "FIGHT FOR MY AFFECTION, HAHAAH!!"

The screen closes and returns to the classroom, but now "2D Fighter" is written on the chalkboard-- and two people are practicing fighting outside the window! Looks like that's where the game design happens.

When Bea chooses the playground, she takes control of Glem! By standing on different spots and pressing the shoulder buttons, she can change how he handles, making him faster or slower, jumping higher or lower, even changing his friction against the ground.

aroseahorseboy: is it odd to anyone that we're making a game in a genre that we haven't even seen yet in this collection?

"Well there's got to be at least one, or it wouldn't have the option!" she tries to adjust the controls to make a good balance of strength and speed. "Too floaty, too slow.. there we go, just right"

berd_snurglar: make mine a bumblebee cuz i bumble shit up all the time lol

"FINALLY! Ok, I think, maybe, we can take this for a test run now, at the very least. Thanks for your patience, guys! ....Guys?"

"...Well that's it for Press Bea today, see you tomorrow with more Joy Traveler!"

aroseahorseboy: no no i'm awake, kinda

When Bea chooses the computer disk to save her game, a truck also appears labeled "Export".

She selects it right away, not really thinking. "And off into the wild you go, little friend."

Options appear: [ PC / Mac / Android / iOS ]

".... PC, I guess? This thing's got wireless??"

[Compiling...]

A 'document' opens up with 36 pages to view. Each page has what Bea at first takes to be meaningless garbage, until she scrolls down and sees the boxes in the corners-- they're actually highly complex QR codes.

Baconnaise: Ok anyone speak robot talk GlockRoach: Bea my character has a special move. he has a gun. his special move is he just fucking shoots people with his gun Please put this in berd_snurglar: guys this is a program file that looks like it checks out except bea didn't do shit Klickitat_Street: This is fucking Objective-C... and you wrote it by mooshing a little man around on screen. I write code for a living, Bea. They're paying me to come in, eat donuts, and write things that are less elegant than this.

"NO IDEA WHAT I DID.. That's how kids made these games, it really was just that easy. I thought this was supposed to be a bunch of games for kids, but it's game for kids to make games with!"

GlockRoach: Well that explains a lot Syrupentine: I hope "Renk" finishes his game someday! GlockRoach: He's probably like ten or twenty years older by now at least. Or dead.

"This is ahead of its time NOW, I can't imagine it's all that old!" She looks for a way to test the game itself

Klickitat_Street: It can't be THAT much older if this lets you export to ios and android?

There's a poster of a movie clapboard that says 'action' on the wall; when she chooses it, Bea's game launches!

BUZZKILL! (that's the title she wrote in the fat cartoony font she chose)

Two angry little bees duel with their stingers on the title screen! Pressing start takes you to SELECT YOUR BEE!

"I can't play this because I can't believe it. Sorry, I can't...BEElieve it!"

Syrupentine: I wonder if there's something to let you make a random game... ...that's what the bingo cage on the desk is for, isn't it!!

"Let's find out!" she says. Syrup's bee just defeated Glock's anyway! Sadly she, too, perishes shortly after, having lost her stinger. "Uh.. maybe I can edit that out later"

Syrupentine: I can't believe you put that in... T_T ...I mean literally, that the game even gave you the option to make that happen! GlockRoach: GOTCHA BITCH

"Hey hey be civil now, if I can find out how to send this to you you can just kill each other that way!"

Zooming in on the bingo cage, it spins a few times and spits out a bunch of balls. They're decorated with symbols that aren't immediately meaningful, but there are some familiar icons, including some sprites from other games. Two more balls form a button: OK ?

berd_snurglar: i see some old friends of ours

"Let's see what you come up with on your own, game!"

[Compiling...]

A blue stone title screen pops up with the name written in block letters: PIZZA HERO.

After a moment, though, Joyce's face leans in, looking sheepish. "Is this title okay? If there's anything you don't like in a randomized game, you can pause and change it any time!"

"Looks good to me, Joyce! I come up with worse titles all the time! Besides, those are two things I like, can't go too wrong!”

When the game starts, the player is lost in a deep, dark forest, with only one person in sight to talk to. The player, however, is the green fuzzball from Fuzzed, and the NPC is an Angul! It's not attacking, though.

When Bea approaches the Angul, a dialogue box opens up:

[O BRAVE HERO, WE PRESENT TO THEE A QUEST!] [YOU MUST RETURN THE PIZZA OF COURAGE!]

#jtnuggets #bea #redmom #joyce #mar 9 #baconnaise #aroseahorseboy #hnv #syrupentine #glockroach #berd #klickitat street

[leilost]

i saw you mention some ocs in that tag-the-oc that’s always on your mind. i’d love to hear a little bit about them!

Hiiii

I always describe Trishe Horton as a methodical plant enthusiast who's real intense about gardening and farming, bullet journaling/studying, and cooking for her loved ones. She's pan. She has a real soft earthy aesthetic that contrasts so well with her resting bitch face, firm tone, and dark humor.

I attach music genres to my ocs. It's how I make sense of them. Trishe isn't much of a music person (really my only oc where that's the case, pretty wild) but she's in the lofi beats, alt rock and folk rock, international jazz realms with a hint of r&b courtesy of her best friend, Di, another one of my ocs.

Trishe is hilarious to me. Her dialogue is so much fun, especially since her voice is in the lower register and the tone doesn't change too drastically when she speaks. Some examples of dialogue/Trishie actions:

"If I had the grim reaper’s number, I’d send him my location like three times a day. Just in case he wants to make his week a little more spicy. Perhaps break a few rules."

"Gender doesn’t create Haku. Haku creates gender,” Trishe explains. “That’s my claim. Furthermore, Haku is a dragon who disguises himself as an alleged human boy. So, that’s even more evidence that he doesn’t play by the rules of the straights. So, really, he’s genderless. Not androgynous at all if you look at the bigger picture. I can write a whole dissertation on this.”

Trishe would do these tedious dares like “Go outside and pick exactly 40 blades of grass with a pair of tweezers.” Everyone is like “We don’t have a lawn.” Trishe is like, “I’m aware,” with a dead serious face on.

She's very responsible despite how indifferent she is to hearing people describe her as such. She can't deny that she enjoys leading or facilitating things. Her tendency to be straightforward can get her in trouble, but she can and will provide cushion for loved ones whenever someone confronts her about it. Big reveal: She's actually one of my mushiest ocs.

If you ask her, she'll say she values honesty, spirituality and sour cream and onion chips.

Nadji White. This is my baby boy. He's been with me since I was like 13/14, and actually started out as a side character that I used to nurture one of my other characters for a bit, but as Nadj usually does he was like, "Naaaah, I'm stayin lol" and that he did.

Best way I can describe him is goofy new york nigga. Like, for real. He's always been that, but definitely has had some major development this year. Astronomical.

Lets start off with some random facts that come to mind. He's the eldest of four. He's heavy into comics (mainly Marvel) and viddy games. The genres of music I associate him with are (mainly...bc damn, he has so many playlists) diff kinds of rap but especially Chicago rap, funk - most of his music has funk elements, and alt r&b in the steve lacy/frank ocean arena. He also loves trap beats made from gaming music and old cartoon theme songs.

Also, he's very intense about cereal. Ask me to explain his theory about Kix. I dare you.

Nadji draws! Ask him and he'll say he's a graffiti artist first. Started out doing caricature art in high school, then moved to comics and graffiti and street art on both wall and canvas. He has an art collective that he puts together over the years, starting in high school (that I still haven't named lol). They too are my faves.

All of them brought together because of art but they like to think of themselves as a "we do whatever the fuck we feel" kind of crew so there are musicians, actors, and models. There's a photographer/filmmaker, someone crochets and makes rugs, someone does hair, they do comedy sketches, there's a fashion designers, someone paints. another dances. And so on.

Nadj is definitely a problematic fave. He can be a sweetie, but he's so damn mean when he wants to be. As well as selfish. Stupid lol. His growth as a character is one that even surprises me. Oh also should mention he is indeed a part of the alphabet mafia.

I'll leave it there for now. Thank you for asking bout my babies.

#P l e a s e ask me about the music they listen to/I associate with them #Like pleeease #oc asks #impaledlotus #Any other questions are welcome ofc #This was fun #oc: trishe #oc: nadji

[bytheviolight]

Golden Child (Bakugou x Reader)

Hi there ! I just found your blog and I liked your writing ✨ jealous Bakugo gives me life lol

I also saw your requests are open! So if may, I’d love to see Bakugo apologizing to female reader, a little angst with happy ending!

Hopefully I’m requesting this correctly ._.

Thank u ❤️☺️

Thank you for your kind words and for your request! This is the first one ever for this blog. I did take some liberties and feel like I went overboard with this haha which I really hope your okay with and I hope you enjoy my dear.

Note: For some context, takes place at the beginning of first year. Both Bakugou and Reader have crushes on one another but they are not together.

Word Count : 2.5k

Things were so much easier when he was younger. 

From birth, Bakugou was to be the best, and he was the best. Everybody said he was at the top. And he was.

No one could beat him.

And no one dared try.

Then U.A happened.

Bakugou’s world became more vast, it was filled with more people, and there were new powers he saw. Before U.A, faces looked upon him in admiration. Sometimes he still got that- but others got that too. Plenty of classmates had ensnared the eyes of so many others. Praises were thrown left and right. Icyhot, Four-Eyes, Dunce-face….even Deku. The thought drove him mad. His world was being rebuilt from the ground up. It was evolving.

And frequently you came into Bakugou’s focus.

You dominated in every fight you were in.

You knew exactly how to throw all his vicious words right back at him.

You weren’t afraid of anything.

You had a stupid smile that never left his mind.

Bakugou was so angry at himself one night when he couldn’t stop thinking about your smile- that he smashed a pillow to his face and screamed into it. Just so he could relieve himself a bit. But it still didn’t help much because his ears still flared afterwards.

Yet, for all your courage and the way you weren’t afraid to speak your mind.

You were so kind. You were nice to everyone…even him. Bakugou didn’t know how you had it in you. You helped everyone when they were down, you comforted people, and you gave advice freely. 

Bakugou wished…that you reached a hand out to him more though despite everything. He didn’t need help. The thought of someone pitying him made Bakugou sick to his stomach. But he wanted you to put a hand on his shoulder. Maybe say the stereotypical- ‘It’s all gonna be okay’. Even though that’s not what he really needed to hear.

This was all bullshit.

What was even more bullshit was how you especially helped Deku out. Deku broke his arms every other fight and you graciously offered him pointers. You were instructing him right now. Plus, you were smiling. 

At Deku. 

Disgusting.

Bakugou eyed the both of you from the sidelines. Everyone in Class 1-A was split off into different groups. At the moment, the two of you were on the training mat. You were going into various maneuvers- the nerd was eagerly nodding his head along to your words. You modeled different forms for him and Deku continually would praise them. He was too damn happy-go-lucky. 

Bakugou could see Deku’s mouth moving but couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. You happily replied, “Well… how about you try it on?”

Deku held up his hands nervously and fretted for a moment. But you insisted.

“Come on Midoriya! We are training- just do it! So I’m just gonna run at you. It will be fun!”

“Okay Y/N…”

The two of you moved to opposite sides of the mat. Deku planted his feet in the ground firmly then nodded at you. You nodded at him back- then took off. 

You charged at him with everything you had, and when you came within arm’s reach of him. Deku lowered himself slightly, then moved upward swiftly, with the combined motion of both you and him. Deku flipped you on to your back. 

However, Deku didn’t even notice how his Quirk flared for a moment with the adrenaline he felt. He felt one brief second of accomplishment before he heard the loud thunk of you slamming into the ground. Too loud…

You groaned.

Deku came to your side immediately, a stream of words spilling out, “Oh I’m sorry! S..sorry… I didn’t even realize what I was-”

You put up a hand, “No you’re fine Midoriya! I’m glad you pulled it off.”

Deku reached out to you, and you accepted it.

However, you faltered. You pressed a palm to your lower back.

You huffed, “On second thought…”

Deku panicked again.

“Midoriya it’s fine. Nothing Recovery Girl can’t handl-”

Bakugou didn’t realize what he was doing. Why his legs were moving by themselves, and why he rushed forward as fast as he could.

Goddamnit.

Bakugou came upon the two of you and declared, “I’ll take you there.”

You gazed up at him, and Bakugou met you with his own eyes. You averted your own quickly when he did that. You stammered out quietly, “Oh…sure Bakugou-san…”

Bakugou was carrying you piggy back style to Recovery Girl’s office.

You had tried to say that as long as he just walked with you- it would be fine. But then Bakugou just yelled for you to hop on before he changed his mind.

You were pressed ever so slightly into him.

You were so close to him.

And you didn’t mind it one bit.

Until Bakugou opened his mouth.

“Y/N- you shouldn’t even bother with these extras.”

You shifted on Bakugou’s back.

“What do you mean Bakugou?”

“It’s exactly what I said…just don’t bother with everyone.”

Bother. That was one way of putting things. You fumbled with your hands that were in front. You had no clue what Bakugou was trying to get at…if anything you were just being yourself. This was part of being in U.A, this was a part of being a hero. Helping your classmates came as natural as breathing.

You weren’t really in the mood to argue with Bakugou. Your back wasn’t your friend at the moment and he could just drop your ass to the ground if you guys did argue. And you…just really didn’t want to.

Bakugou, despite all his flaws (particularly his choice of words and arrogance), you couldn’t help but admire him. He was strong…fierce….handsome. 

You fumbled with your hands in front of him.

That mouth on him frequently clashed with all your positive thoughts of him. Your need for respect demands you always say something right back at him. Lately, you were trying to just tell yourself to be calm and let it go over your head. Bakugou seemed to kind of back off as well. Which was…weird. Once again, you found yourself confused with how you felt. You kind of grew used to his remarks and even anticipated them.

What was your brain even doing?

“Well, in my opinion, none of our classmates are bothering me.”

“Tch, sure…”

Now what the hell did you expect- To not get a response like that from him?

You stated, “You can’t claim to know my feelings.”

Silence.

You spiky headed asshole.

So you added, “Maybe, if you reached out a hand more or accepted one from others. You would find that you wouldn’t be so miserable.”

That made Bakugou stop in his tracks. He craned his neck backwards and attempted to glare at you. You did catch a glimpse… so you scowled at him.

Bakugou honestly didn’t know how to reply to that. But the first thing to come out of his mouth was, “Don’t tell me what to do.”

He turned forward and marched onward. He heard a small sigh out of you and then you offered, “Literally though- I could give you some tips. We could train together!”

It made Bakugou’s heart flip to hear you say that. But he drowned that feeling quickly because he zoned in on the fact that you were offering him help. That you thought he needed it…that he wasn’t strong…and he was weak. You were so full of it. Did you really think so little of him? And you helped Deku…and now you oh so graciously offered him help. You had a lot of damn nerve.

Bakugou spat out, “I don’t need your stupid help! I’m not weak!”

You became dreadfully quiet for a few moments.

It was unbearable for him.

Then you asked softly, “Why are you like this?”

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“One- why are you such an asshole? And two- why do you think you’re weak?”

Bakugou ignored the first question but then straightened up and exclaimed, “You just said I was.”

You scoffed, “No I didn’t. I offered to train with you…there is a big difference…”

Bakugou stopped once again.

“It’s the same damn thing to me, Y/N.”

Even though Bakugou couldn’t see you… he could sense your apprehension. He felt you shake your head, then you explained, “You confuse the hell out of me. I can’t believe I have to say this point blank- you’re not weak. I don’t believe that at all and I doubt anyone in class believes it either.”

Bakugou continued to stand still.

“And you didn’t really answer my questions at all. Why do you think you’re weak?”

He practically growled out, “I don’t!”

“Sure…”

“I’m not weak. And how you could not think I’m weak. You offered to train with me- as if I fucking need it! As if I’m…Deku…”

You narrowed your eyes at him. You knew Midoriya and Bakugou went to the same middle school. From the way Midoriya acted around Bakugou… you could feel the history between the two of them. Still- Midoriya seemed to think the world of Bakugou. 

You said, “Midoriya might break his arms every other fight but… he is growing. And that’s a good thing whether you like it or not, Bakugou. He will only get better.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

You don’t regret saying it because Bakugou needed to hear it from someone. Might as well be you. But it was the wrong thing to say because he immediately exploded.

“Things used to be so different. It was easier. I was at the top- I didn’t need to prove that I was the best! AND THEN I CAME HERE! Everyone’s growing…This is all….bullshit…”

Your breath had hitched and while you were used to his behavior. This was so…personal and you hadn’t seen this side of him. This was new.

Bakugou continued, “And you… why are you like this? Why are you so full of shit?”

And then Bakugou ruined it for you.

Your voice became shrill, “I’m the one full of shit. Are you kidding me? I’m just trying to… You really are something, Bakugou. I’m apparently full of shit but when you’re the one who just unloaded a lot of it.” 

You began to struggle on his back. Bakugou had a secure hold underneath your knees but it began to loosen with you thrashing. He shouted, “The fuck are you doing, dumbass?” 

“Getting the hell away from you!”

“You’re hur-

“I don’t care. Put. ME. DOWN.”

Bakugou slowly removed his hold from you, and you got down in about as graceful a manner as you could. When you pried away from him, he tried to walk with you, for just a few steps. Before you spun on your heels to face him and said, “Stop! Just leave me alone. I can walk by myself.”

As quickly as you could, you got away from him.

Bakugou didn’t know he could feel as lonely as he did when you left.

Recovery Girl really did work her magic as intended. Though she required you to stay for a few hours and rest. You pressed your back into one of the beds. You tried to relish the feeling of the cushion but it didn’t really help you out. Your back was better.

But your mind was scrambled.

How could someone so smart have his way of thinking? 

How could someone so strong think he was weak?

You definitely had some stronger insight on Bakugou but you still just didn’t get why he had to be that way. Despite all of what just happened…that inkling of admiration still tugged at your heart. 

You really did want to train with him.

You wanted to know him better.

You didn’t understand your own thoughts about him.

So you decided that for now it was easier to just try and doze off. Let dreams possibly take you to better circumstances, let them make you feel lighter.

Though your heart still felt heavy as you began to fall asleep.

About an hour or so later. You were flicked on the forehead and it made you jolt up in the bed. Grumbling, you rubbed your eyes and yawned. With vision becoming more defined, very clear blonde spikes became more prominent to you.

You whined.

“I’m not pleased with you. Go away.”

You were tethering between fully waking up and telling him off. Or just flipping your body over and ignoring him until he went away. Let sleep claim you again.

Bakugou started, “Look…I have just one more thing to say to you.”

You drew one long breath, and rolled your eyes.

“Go on.”

Before Bakugou could say his final piece, you did turn over on your side so you weren’t facing him. 

Bakugou started, “Tch…alright well. I don’t understand you in a lot of ways, Y/N. I don’t get why you feel the need to help our classmates. I just don-”

You interjected, “It’s just how I am and I’m going to continue to do so. I want to.”

Bakugou sighed, “Whatever…but I…take back one thing I said because it is not…true.”

You rolled back to the other side to face him, and arched your brow, “Keep going…”

Bakugou pouted.

You thought that was kind of cute.

He finished, “You’re not full of shit.”

Your eyes widened, you peered up at him, and you tilted your head to the side

Bakugou thought that was kind of cute.

You were kind of shocked that Bakugou would commit to this kind of gesture. He actually…apologized. This was new. 

Flustered, you stammered out, “I…I appreciate that, Bakugou.”

He added quickly, “I’m not in the interest of being a liar so…”

You smiled at him. A sleepy beaming one, and his heart did that flipping thing again. His chest tightened. You nestled your head into the pillow again, still looking up at him, and still grinning, “I guess…I have one more thing to say too…”

You already had all of his attention, but now his heart was racing on top of that.

“Midoriya is growing. Everyone in class is growing- and getting better. You can only get better, Bakugou…”

He glared for a second.

You gave him a look…don’t ruin it.

Bakugou gave you a haughty smile, and pointed at himself, “Well I’m going to be the best… so of course I am going to be better. Better then all of you”

You giggled.

Drowsy and sinking more into the pillow you replied, “Okay whatever you say.”

You fell right asleep again. 

Bakugou still never told you how he stayed a few moments longer that day. How he took a chance to enjoy your smile. How he enjoyed this time alone with you for a brief minute. How your words affected him but he wouldn’t admit it. How his life was changing and that he wanted you in it. 

How he realized he liked you that day.

#submission #mha request #bnha request #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bakugou oneshot #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou x female reader #bakugou request #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x you

[watchmegetobsessed]

Mine Again - Harry Styles

a/n: this is something i just thought about after my nap today lol, so enjoy this treat, a classic exlovers to lovers fic!

pairing: Harry x Famous!Reader

word count: 3.4k

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Seeing an ex is never easy. Whether it’s by your choice or not. Working together with an ex is even harder and now you brought a situation on yourself where this is your reality.

Arriving to the studio of The Late Late show you immediately get escorted to your designated dressing room where a hair and makeup artist are already waiting for you. Today you are here to promote your new movie, Don’t Worry Darling with your onscreen lover, Harry Styles, however, what no one else in the building knows is that once the two of you were real life lovers.

Your romance blossomed during filming, having spent so much time together on set, it didn’t take long for a relationship to form between you and him, the chemistry you shared was immense and undeniable, anyone could see that and you felt like you were burning in a bonfire of the most intense feelings you’ve felt for any man. It was passionate and intoxicating, it felt like something that could only happen in movies, but it was your reality.

However filming ended and you were forced to go your separate ways, you both tried hard to keep what you had and though your feelings never changed, distance brought the worst out of the both of you. Six months after you became an item, you mutually agreed to break it off.

You haven’t seen him since then, meaning that it’s been five torturous months without having any contact with him and now that promo has officially kicked in, you are forced to travel around and make appearances with the man you love, yes, still love more than anyone on this Earth. Not even five months and absolutely no contact could change your feelings for him, however he might already be over you at this point, having forgotten about feelings and memories you still hold close to your heart.

How has he been doing? What is he like now? Has he been thinking about you? Does he miss you? What is it going to be like to see him for the first time?

The questions flood your mind as you sit in the chair and let the professionals work their magic on you, covering up the dark circles under your eyes that formed due to the sleepless night you had the day before, nonstop thinking about Harry and what it’ll be like to see him for the first time again.

After careful elimination, you choose a dress for the appearance, it’s tight and short, the fabric is covered in glittering sequins down your body and the long sleeves as well and while the dress covers a lot up from the waist, it makes up in the lack of length on your legs as the end of it barely reaches the upper part of your thighs, ending it black feathers that tickle your freshly shaven legs. The nude heels add even more to them, making you appear like you could hit the runway any moment when in reality you are not high enough to be a model.

There’s still some time until the taping starts, James drops by to say hello and tell you how excited he is to have you and Harry on tonight and you chit-chat for a little before you go to take a quick business call outside. When you’re done with that, you head back to your dressing room to take a few quick photos to post later, but right as you near your destination, a door swings open down the hallway and Harry steps out, wearing a black suit, of course, head to toe Gucci. The crispy grey shirt’s first few buttons are left undone, allowing you a glimpse of his toned chest and his necklace with the tiny cross pendant on it.

He looks good. No, he looks absolutely stunning, just like he always does and just the sight of him takes your breath away, forcing you to stop in your tracks when you lay your eyes at him. He spots you as well, stopping to take a look at you before you see a small smile on his perfect pink lips.

“Y/N, hi! You look… gorgeous,” he speaks up lowly, his eyes raking your body up and down.

“I, uhh—Thanks!” you breathe out, feeling already flustered. How are you gonna survive the interview, sitting next to him, talking about what it was like to play a married couple?!

His hand moves a bit and there’s a moment of awkwardness, neither of you really knowing what to do, last time you saw each other you kissed as your hellos, but now it’s not an option, obviously. At last, he moves forward and goes for a hug.

He envelopes you in his arms as you wrap yours around his neck, the warmth of his body bringing you a sense of home and it hits you hard how much you’ve missed him in these five months.

You swear he holds you just a second longer than what would be appropriate before his arms fall from around your frame and you force yourself to let go of him, though every fiber in you is protesting against it.

“How—How have you been?” he asks, his beautiful green eyes finding yours.

“I’m good. I’m good,” you nod. “What about you?”

“Same. Just the… usual stuff.”

“Writing music?” you ask with a soft smile. You still vividly remember those nights you spent together after a long day of filming, crashing at either his or your place and you often found him strumming his guitar in a corner, scribbling words down into his notebook. Sometimes he sang you the songs he came up with, sometimes he kept them to himself.

“Yeah, I’ve been writing a lot lately,” he admits with a shy smile.

Someone calls his name down the hallway and his head snaps up before looking back at you.

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you soon, right?”

“Yeah,” you nod, stepping aside so he can walk past.

“And you really look amazing, Y/N,” he calls after you one last time before jogging down the hallway.

You walk into your dressing room and shutting the door you lean your back against it, huffing heavily as you try to recollect yourself. Somehow, this encounter went really well, because the two of you were civil and respectful, but it was also a painful shock to see him in the flesh again. It was one thing to see pictures of him here and there, but actually meeting him, hugging him, talking to him… you need time to process it all.

Unfortunately, you don’t have much of that. Twenty minutes later you are walked to your spot behind the curtains from where you’ll walk out when James calls your name. Just as you arrive Harry appears as well, casually talking with one of the camera guys, having a laugh and just as he sees you, his eyes fall down your body again and you swear you see him gulp hard before turning his attention back to the man.

“Ready?” he asks upon walking up to you, a hand coming to rest on your lower back. Glancing over your shoulder you look down at his hand, lips parted at the feeling of his welcoming touch. He sees your glance and pulls his hand back quickly. “Sorry, it’s a habit, I guess,” he mumbles, blushing softly.

“It’s fine,” you smile. Of course it’s fine, for what you care, he could throw you over his shoulder like a cave man and run out of the building, you wouldn’t say a word. You want his touch on your body, you’ve been craving it since the moment you last saw him, but are you even allowed to admit it? You have no idea what he is thinking or feeling, you can’t just come right at him like that.

Harry fixes the lapels of his suit jacket, but what he doesn’t see is that the collar of his shirt is kind of stuck under the jacket.

“Your shirt is… let me fix it,” you breathe out and he turns to face you, letting your delicate hands fix his outfit, perfecting the look to the tiniest bit. “There, you look great,” you smile, your hands sliding down his chest before they fall to your sides again.

“Thank you,” he nods smiling back at you before offering an arm that you take gladly. He knows how much you hate high heels and that you are always scared of tripping and falling and being the gentleman that he is, he’ll be the support you need.

The taping soon starts and the two of you stand patiently behind the curtain as James introduces you.

“And now, please welcome the stars of the upcoming hit movie, Don’t Worry Darling! Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles!”

The crowd starts clapping and cheering as the curtain moves and the two of you walk in, arms linked and Harry makes sure to slow down when you walk down the few little stairs. James welcomes the both of you with two kisses before everyone takes their place, James behind his desk, you and Harry sitting on the couch.

“Thank you so much for dropping by tonight, guys!” James smiles at the two of you.

“Thank you for having us,” Harry nods with a soft smile.

“You both have been guests on the show separately, but tonight you are here as a pair, since your latest movie, Don’t Worry Darling is hitting the theaters this weekend. How are you feeling about that, excited to see the film finally?”

“Very excited,” you nod with a smile. “I can’t wait to see the final version, because obviously we only know the version we envisioned while filming, but the actual movie is going to be something else.”

“Y/N, your role in the movie was originally handed to Florence Pugh who had to step back because she broke her arm,” James points out and you nod.

“Yes, I stepped in her place just about a week before production started and if I’m being honest I was scared that people would prefer to see her in the role, but I had a talk with her actually and she said she helped Olivia, the director to pick out the person to take her place and she said she instantly knew I would be perfect for it, so I trust her.”

“That’s amazing to hear, that the two of you didn’t have any rivalry going on,” James enthuses.

“She actually visited set a few times,” Harry chimes in and you nod.

“Yeah, we had a great time together.”

“Sounds like a lot of fun, the three of you together,” James chuckles. “So, the two of you play a married couple in the film and if I’m not mistaken you didn’t know each other beforehand. Was it hard to get into the roles with not much background on each other?”

“We met up a few times before filming started to get to know each other more and I think we hit it off right away, so it wasn’t hard for me,” Harry speaks up and you nod along.

“It was obviously a little different situation than when you meet someone and become friends, because as we got to know each other more, we had to go through scenes that were meant for a couple that was already years into their relationship, but I think it strengthened our friendship,” you answer, hands laid flat on your bare thighs.

No lie has been told, everything you said was the truth. You just left out the part where you become real life lovers and started dating a month into production.

“Y/N, you’ve been acting for a while now, have quite a few roles under your belt, what did you think of Harry’s acting?”

“I think that he is a wonderful actor and I hope people will give him his much deserved credit for it. He is often still seen as just a silly singer from a former boy band and they don’t take him seriously when he really is a very talented man. You’ll see in the movie as well, his role was a tough one, needed a lot of work and a wide range of emotions, but I think he did an amazing job.”

You dare to glance at him at the end of your little speech and for a moment you forget about the audience, James and the cameras. He is looking at you with so much gratitude and thankfulness. You remember every talk you had where he opened up to you about wanting to be taken seriously in the acting business, that he is not trying to be just a joke and another failed attempt of a singer to try himself out in movies. He told you how scared he is of not being good enough when you saw him every day on set and you were blown by his eternal talent and special take on his role. He deserves to be praised, he deserves every bit of it.

“It was easy, I had a great partner to learn from,” he smiles softly and you feel the heat crawling up your neck.

“You two really have the chemistry we’ve heard so much about, I can’t wait to see it on the big screen!” James sighs. “Tell me a little about what it was like to film? You guys spent a lot of time together, must have made a lot of memories.”

You take a deep breath as all those memories mentioned flood your mind. You had the best time of your life not just with Harry, but with the whole crew. Leaving after production was wrapped really broke your heart.

“It didn’t even feel like working,” Harry starts. “We always joked around, had lunch or dinner together, we were like a big family. It was so nice to have so many amazing, talented and hard-working people around you all day.”

“The jokes never stopped,” you add chuckling.

“I wish I could have been on set!” James laughs wholeheartedly. “That didn’t happen, but we have a little something. The crew has put together a short BTS video of the filming, so let’s have a look at that,” he announces and the video starts playing on every screen in the studio.

It’s a short little montage, but it captures the vibes of filming just perfectly. Clips shown from set are not just of you and Harry, but all the other cast and crew members. Goofing around, having lots and lots of laughs, dancing on set, which happened quite often and just all of you having a great time. Some of the slips however pain your chest, the ones of you and Harry.

This was very early into your relationship, no one on set even knew you were together, but seeing yourself on the screen you can’t deny the sparkles in your eyes every time you were around him.

A clip shows the two of you between two takes, doing a goofy dance in the kitchen of the home that was used as the set of the house of your characters, you are both wearing your costumes, Harry looks great in his suit and your long retro dress is flowing around you with every movement you make. He grabs you by your waist and spins you before you end up in his arms laughing crazily, you were so happy, so carefree. You wish you could go back to that moment…

Another footage was taken in your trailer when Harry took the place of Clare, your makeup artist and tried to do your eyeliner but miserably failed. In the video, he is gently clasping your chin, angling your face for himself as his other hand is working on the line, but it’s wobbly and way too thick, so you both end up just laughing when you check yourself in the mirror.

And there are some small moments of the two of you, moving around on set, lying in bed between takes, sitting in your chairs while eating, just tiny memories you still cherish so much and wish to live through again, but it’s the past. And it wouldn’t hurt this much if you knew Harry from the video was still yours.

When the video ends you need to blink a few times as your eyes have watered a little. You catch Harry’s gaze and he looks worried, he clearly wants to ask if you’re okay, make sure it was just the sentimentality of the moment, but he doesn’t have the chance, the cameras are still rolling.

“That looked like so much fun! Next time make sure to invite me on set too!” James jokes and you force a laugh out of yourself.

A few questions are asked about future plans and just generally about your careers before the taping finally ends. You thank James for the invite again and a photo is taken of the three of you, you standing in the middle with the two men on your sides. When everything is settled, you head to your dressing room, using the chance to slip away silently while Harry is still chit-chatting on the set.

In the comfort and silence of the dressing room, you lean onto the vanity, staring at yourself in the mirror, finding it ironic that on the outside, you look perfectly fine, healthy and pretty, but on the inside… you could scream. You miss Harry so much, you hoped that your feelings for him have toned down a little over these five months, but it was just the same if not even worse.

A faint knock is heard on the door and you quickly fix yourself before calling out to the person outside. The door opens and for your surprise, Harry steps inside, closing the door behind him.

“Hey, you disappeared so fast,” he softly says.

“Yeah, I’m just… a little tired,” you lie, though you know exactly he can see right through you.

“Y/N, I saw that look in your eyes after the video…”

“What look?” you ask with a huff. “What do you want me to say, Harry?”

“The truth,” he answers. “I’m not James, don’t bullshit me.”

“You want the truth? I’ll give it to you, but don’t blame me if it’s uncomfortable for you,” you chuckle bitterly, throwing your hands into the air. “I’ve been miserable, Harry. I miss you so fucking much, seeing you today was like Hell. I really thought it would be easier, but now I’m stuck with going from one interview to the other with red carpet events all around the world, seeing you every day when I terribly miss you and it fucking sucks, because you might not even feel the sa—“

You don’t get to finish, because Harry crosses the distance between the two of you, his hands grab your face and pulls you into a hard and passionate kiss. His lips move perfectly against yours and it feels like he is trying to squeeze every missed moment from the past five months into the kiss, making you melt into his arms completely.

He is everywhere. He is all you can taste, you breathe him in, his hands are everywhere on your body and your chest is pressed tight against his as you wrap your arms around his neck, locking him into your embrace. Your tongues dance, teeth tugging and pulling on lips, it’s a whole mess, but it’s the most perfect mess you’ve ever been. He takes your breath away completely and you don’t even want it back if it means you can’t have him.

Harry pulls away first, both your chests heaving wildly from the heavy make-out session and he looks down at you with hooded eyes.

“If you think I haven’t missed you like crazy… you can’t be more wrong, baby. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, I wanted to call you a thousand times and beg for you to come back to me, but I thought you already moved on.”

“Moving on?!” you huff with a tired smile. “Harry, I could never…”

“Alright, then I’m not letting you go again. No way you are walking out of this building without being mine again.”

A shiver runs down your spine at his words as you pull him down for another kiss, needing to feel his lips on yours.

“I never stopped being yours,” you whisper against his lips and he moans weakly before crashing his lips against yours again. 

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[dollslayer]

Artistic Intention

Artist!Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve's doing well in his life drawing class, but a new muse throws him for a loop in the back supply room.

W/C: 2,374

Warnings: NO MINORS, p in v smut, unprotected sex, public sex, breeding kink if you squint, swearing

A/N: Hey! I wrote this for @buckyownsmylife 1st anniversary challenge! I love me a good AU so I chose Artist AU+ exhibitionism. Happy tumblr-versary! I made Steve a shy boi in this lol. If you liked this fic pls reblog/comment!! Check out my other fics too! Cheers!

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It’s 1:45pm and Steve is desperately trying to weave his way through the crowd of people before him. His art folio hits everyone and thing as he makes feeble attempts to apologize to everyone for the bulkiness of the case. He can’t be too apologetic though, he’s running late for his 2pm life drawing class and if he doesn’t make it the professor will close the door in his face.

This is the longest 15 minutes in Steve’s life, he figures. He finally makes it up the steps and jogs up the stairs. His folio hits his leg, he winces but doesn’t stop, he’s only got a few minutes to make it up to the second floor and get himself situated behind an easel. He’s nearly out of breath when he makes it to the second floor and he’s trying to check his watch while running for the door. Two minutes.

Steve bursts through the doors and exhales loudly, he’s not sure he’s ever felt so relieved. His feeling of relief is short lived and quickly replaced with embarrassment as he realizes every pair of eyes in the room is on him. Every pair except for one. The new model for class this week, you slowly turn your head to reveal sharp eyes and a coy smile. He feels himself blush under your gaze and mutters an apology before getting settled in an easel directly in front of you.

He tries his best to focus on getting his paper and charcoals set out in an effort to shrug off the mixture of humiliation and lingering anxiety he had about being late. He feels his heartbeat begin to steady and he lets himself relax a little bit.

“Good afternoon, everyone. We have a new model in class this week, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. She’ll be keeping her current pose for one hour and repositioning for the second half of class. Mr. Rogers, since you had no problem running late I assume you’ll have no problem staying late as well. You’ll clean up after class.” The professor concludes with a short nod.

Steve sighs but nods his head in acknowledgement. He catches you smirking in amusement again at him and he can’t help but to blush all over again. He feels just like he did in high school, embarrassing himself in front of pretty girls. He sighs and picks up a piece of charcoal.

Steve decides to get a proper look at you and almost regrets it when he chokes on his own breath. You’re gorgeous, you’re coy and charming, you’re a muse. He’s still blushing because you’re naked, and beautiful and the feeling of humiliation hits him even more. He’s been in this class before, he knows the models will be naked but none of them had ever caught his attention as more than a subject, none of them were you.

He takes his time admiring your natural curves and appreciates your figure. You are so full of natural beauty, your bare face is perfectly flawed and the sun shining through the window highlights your skin tone. He can see why you were chosen to model for class, you’re perfect. He has to discreetly adjust himself and shuffles his jacket into his lap as he feels his pants tighten. He’s flustered all over again and realizes everyone else is already ahead of him. He puts charcoal to paper and gets to work.

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As class goes on Steve’s sketch is coming along nicely. He can’t bring himself to look at you for more than a few seconds at a time for fear of getting hard again. When he sends furtive glances your way he catches you looking back at him with that smile of yours. He swears at one point you raise an eyebrow at him like you’re amused by him. He brushes it off and keeps drawing.

Class comes and goes much faster than he anticipated. He wants to pack up and get out as quickly as he can when he remembers that he has to clean up the room. He lets out a groan and waits for everyone else to leave. Now it’s only you, him, and the professor who are left in the room.

“Mr. Rogers I’ve got to get out of here, I trust you can put easels away without incident?” The professor asks. Steve nods and the professor turns to you. “Thank you for your work today, you can collect your pay from the front office. I look forward to having you as a model for this class.”

You smile and nod, waving goodbye to him. By now you’ve slipped on a robe and are reaching for your bag but it feels like you’re lingering. It’s just now that Steve realizes the two of you are alone. He swallows thickly, trying not to pay attention to you out of the corner of his eye. He begins to pack away his own drawing but not before giving it one final assessment. He can’t help himself from his own critical eye, analyzing mistakes and appreciating triumphs.

“Is that supposed to be me?”

Steve jumps in surprise, you’re peering right over his shoulder. He’s caught off guard by your presence and also by your voice, do you always sound this sultry?

He swallows and nods before taking a deep breath. Wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans he turns to face you.

“Uh, yeah. Yes it is. I don’t think it’s very good but I’m trying” He anxiously starts making excuses, assuming you hate it.

But you don’t. You just smile thoughtfully at him and nod.

“It’s good. At least, I think it is.”

“Th-thanks, thank you.”

“Do you always cut it that close or were you just hoping to stay late with me?”

Steve sputters at your boldness. He has to remind himself that he’s not that scrawny, measly kid he used to be. But he can’t help but feel like he is with his sweaty palms and short breaths.

“I, I um, I didn’t realize there’d be a new model. Was kind of expecting the old one. Not- not that there’s anything wrong with you, of course! I, sorry I didn’t mean to imply that, you’re- you’re beautiful too, you’re perfect really, I just. Oh jesus.” He spews the words out faster than his brain can keep up and he’s making a complete fool of himself.

He can’t bear to look at you, so he starts closing up easels and stacking stools. He doesn’t notice you ogling his muscles through his tight t-shirt.

“You think I’m beautiful?” You ask innocently.

“I-, um, yes. I think you’re very beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying so.” Steve answers honestly.

He moves some stools to the large supply room in the back of the classroom and you follow him.

“I think you’re beautiful too. And cute. You’re practically falling all over yourself, it’s sweet”

Are you talking to him? He still sees himself as he was back then, having a hard time thinking that anyone would look at him and find him attractive. It’s why he’s so beside himself now. You’re so completely beautiful and self-assured, there’s no way you’re talking to him. He sets down the stack he’s carrying and realizes you’re much closer than he thought. You’re inches away.

“What do you like the most about me? Is it my body? Don’t think I didn’t notice you readjusting your pants at the beginning of class.” You move even closer and Steve thinks you must be able to hear his heart beat because it’s about to come right out of his chest.

Your hands are on his chest and you have to lean up on your tip-toes for your lips to meet his ear.

“What do you say? You and me in this supply room? There’s hardly anyone here. Come on”

Steve feels like he’s dreaming, he has to check if he is. But then your hand reaches for his dick through his pants and he nearly doubles over from the sensation. He’s never been with anyone so brash and confident, your touch leaves a burning trail on his body.

“But- but what if someone comes in and sees?” He says, using every last bit of coherent reasoning he has.

“Isn’t that what makes it so fun?”

Oh, God. You. You. Smiling that devilish smile at him. He was weak in the knees and you took the opportunity to push him backwards onto a spare desk. You pulled him by the shirt collar to meet your lips and he let out a noise of surprise. Steve pushes his tongue into your mouth and lets out an obscene moan. You feel so good. He knew you’d feel good but not this good.

Steve’s large hands come to your waist and venture lower until he has a handful of your ass and grabs. You let out a little moan and nudge your knee between his legs and he grinds against it. You pull back to catch your breath when your hands go to the ties of your robes.

“We’re a little overdressed, don’t you think?”

Steve doesn’t need to be asked twice as he pulls his shirt over his head. Jeans have never felt so uncomfortable and he’s frantically trying to get himself down to his boxers. He swears he goes slack jawed when he looks back up at you. He’s already seen you naked, he just stared at you naked for hours, but you’re just as gorgeous as before but it’s the way you’re looking at him. Like he’s desirable, almost like he’s a piece of meat. It makes him feel wanted and reassured and he feels himself grow harder.

Your hands slip beneath the elastic of his boxers and slowly slide them down his legs. He can’t help but flush when you let out a small gasp at the size of him. He doesn’t want to get too big of an ego with it but he’s always known he was… gifted.

Before he can let anything go to his head he lets out his own soft gasp as you stroke him languidly. He can’t control his hips as they cant up into your hand. You grab his hand and quickly lead his fingers to your dripping pussy. Steve nearly melts when he feels how wet you are and slides two fingers in easily. He’s pumping them in and out and you let out tiny mewls as you kiss his neck.

There’s no more time for preamble though, you two need to be quick if you don’t want to be caught by some unfortunate custodian. You remove your hand from his cock and he takes his fingers out of your pussy and swears you whine a little. Feeling brazen himself, he makes direct eye contact with you and sucks his fingers clean. You bite your lip and squirm while he revels in the taste.

Reluctantly he takes his fingers out of his mouth and gets up to situate you so you’re sitting on the desk. You spread your legs wide for him and he takes in the sight, committing to memory. Maybe he can draw you like this some time. For now he takes a step closer but falters, remembering one fatal flaw in this whole plan.

“I… don’t have a condom”

You don’t look let down at all, you look excited in fact. Shaking your head, you explain to him.

“Doesn’t matter, ‘m on the pill. I wanna feel you cum inside me”

Steve might pass out before he gets the chance, the way you keep talking with that mouth of yours. He wastes no more time and positions himself at your entrance. He has one hand on his dick and the other on the back of your neck when he looks you deep in the eye and impales you fully in one go.

The moan you let out is pornographic and Steve uses his newly freed hand to cover your mouth.

“We have to stay quiet. Can you do that?”

You nod silently and he removes his hand, opting to grab your hip instead.

He pulls back and begins to start pumping into you. He’s steady at first, trying to keep himself from cumming too quickly. Slowly he starts increasing his speed and the force that he uses is causing the legs of the old desk to scrape against the floor.

Your hand reaches and grabs his ass, pushing him deeper into your pussy. You feel so tight wrapped around him with no barrier and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out. You’re trying to keep your moans quiet when he kisses you to silence them all together. He’s trying with all his might not to cum before you do.

His fingers find your clit and he starts rubbing it in tight circles. You have a harder time keeping quiet and you’re squeezing him like a vice. The friction on your clit and his dick hitting your G-spot perfectly is causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head.

“‘M gonna cum, please. Please don’t stop” You beg. Steve feels a wave of power surge over him now that you’re the needy one.

“Go on then, I’m not far behind ya. Wanna feel your pussy cum on my cock.”

With a few moments more he has you seeing stars and you claw at his back and pull him close to you. He continues on in his movements and starts pounding into you in earnest chasing his own release. All you can do is hold on for dear life.

Steve makes one final thrust before he’s cumming deep inside you. The rush of warmth is welcome to you and you kiss his jaw as he tries to catch his breath. The only sound being both of your heavy breathing. Hopefully no one heard you.

Steve can’t believe what just happened. He met a gorgeous girl and she propositioned him in a public place all in the span of two hours. He realizes just how far he’s come from who he used to be. He looks down at you, your noses touching.

“So, what’s your name?”

#steve rogers x reader #artist!steve rogers #artist!AU #marvel fic #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fic #marvel x reader

[chocoladieimagines]

If you’re taking reqs may I request Sanemi x black fem reader who is also a demon slayer and short tempered as him?

Absolutely! In the way of being short tempered, I would think of a s/o who isn’t afraid of speaking her mind if need be. So someone who often doesn’t agree with Sanemi’s actions at times since he can be stubborn and quick to lash out. Also doing things without thinking rationally since it can be extremely difficult to dissuade him from something after harboring so much hatred. Basically, whenever she’s around him, it’s just a totally different side of her she shows towards him that he’s just like ‘damn what I do to her’ lol.

Sanemi Shinazugawa x Black!Reader

- You were first to be born to two parents familial of a powerful military caste.

- During the feudal period, samurai were so highly valued in feudal Japan thanks to their lifetime of training in the art of war, their monopoly on the tools of war, and the use of these two values as officers of peace. Without these valuable traits and possessions, society could no longer justify their existence

- The Emperor Meiji realized that Japan was far behind the western nations in technology and that in order to survive as an independent country, they would need to make dramatic changes to catch up.

- They decided that the division of Japanese society into separate social classes hindered modernization. The task of removing the feudal class system was by removing the informal social superiority of the samurai and integrating them into the rest of society as equals.

- Eventually, they came to accept their new station in life and integrated with the rest of society. They became artisans, merchants, and farmers. Many joined the National army as officers or became civil servants.

- However, several people born in foreign countries were granted the title of samurai. The period of the Nanban (Southern Barbarian) in Japan from 1543 to 1614, is named such to mark the arrival of the first Europeans to Japan and ensuing establishing of certain relations of power and culture. The slaves were not only work horses of heavy labor but some were clerics, translators, interpreters and guides.

- There were different kinds of “black”, different hues and heritages as black bodies as slaves were not only from the African continent but also Malaysian and South Asian negrito tribals, black Asian aboriginal tribal peoples were enslaved by white nations during the colonial period. At the same time, Northern or East Asian attempted continuously to invade and conquer their southern neighbors, by land and sea. A man by the name of Takeshi, a black Asian, became a retainer of a daimyo, a great lord who were vassals of the shogun.

- Since the Southeast Asians and South Sea peoples were of darker complexion and with some having similar physical features with Africans, they were all considered “black” by the northern Asian invaders and traders. Condescending attitudes towards the Southeast Asians, Filipinos, and all tribal people, came concurrently with the desire to rule and be superior. Takeshi’s tribe was conquered and became part of lower caste groups and ethnic groups in Japan. After these ethnic groups were obliterated and assimilated with the Japanese as “one” people, Takeshi became born into a samurai family.

- When a child grew up in a samurai family, he was expected to be a warrior when he grew up, so much of his childhood being spent practicing different martial arts. This became respected of him as a Samurai, since not many black people would have the opportune of joining the upper echelons of Japan’s warrior class, the samurai. However, after samurais became abolished, Takeshi’s family still instilled justice and educated the populace of relatives to keep their operations secretive. They kept the tradition of Samurai because of the arisen of demons, since the creatures live in secrecy upon the outskirts of the population, at large being ignorant to their existence.

- By hiding from persecutors, they were closer to villages or clans which trickles down to you as a descendant of Takeshi.

- Your mother was a female warrior, who would be referred as the Onna-Musha if it were premodern times. The Onna-Musha or Bugeisha were trained in martial arts and strategy, and fought alongside the samurai to defend their homes, families and honors.

- After you were born, you were also trained in the same method with a Naginata; a versatile, conventional pole arm with a curved blade at the tip. It allowed onna-bugeisha better balance given their small stature.

- Since killing demons meant forging Nichirin blades out of Scarlet Crimson Ore (which absorbed sunlight to such an extent that decapitation was all that was needed to kill a demon), your family learned to utilize mystical combat in multiple forms of martial arts.

- By using their own life force energy, they may create, shape and manipulate the energy of elements otherwise, specifically solar energy. It appears as a beautiful luminance around the blade of your naginata; resembling the gaseous form of a flame as it shows iridescence of illuminating colors.

- After you were trained from your parents’ devotion of you having self defense, your siblings were born into the world. One by one looking up to you as their role model—someone worthy of imitation. Due to being accompanied by your little brothers and sisters, you felt a sense of a gravitational pull to them. Feeling the necessity of ensuring their safety and security, immutably driving you to respond to even their needs like it was a maternal instinct. Which included developing a distressed mentality that precipitated firing off on someone in defense of an argument (usually for the protection of others).

- Your family was unbeknownst of the Demon Slayer Corps until you encountered a tall, muscular, and slender man with spiky white hair and large lavender eyes. You were surprised to see that his body and face were covered in scars which looked to have “accrued” after years of his (seemingly) encyclopedic knowledge against fighting demons.

- He looked at you strangely as well; you wore a slit silky white kimono patterned by green bamboo lattice and one arm wriggled free of a sleeve, cinched with a matching green sash. Your freed arm allowed view of your sarashi wrapped tightly around your chest as your arm was lightly armored in iron plates and kusari (iron chain mail) sewn together in layers. A conical bamboo hat was loosely tied around your neck so the hat could lie on your back, showing your features to him.

- His eyes ogled you from your Geta sandals and your smooth bared leg to the luster of your garment shining the curvatures of your hips. He silently thought the expression of your features was attractive, especially the thick coily tresses of your hair that framed your face. The way it outwardly levitated from gravity due to its curly strands was particularly unique to him.

- You didn’t like the way he stared at you. It felt like you were on display for his eyes to undress you. “What is your business here?” You inquired, pulling the man’s notice on your hand clenching your weapon. It was said prior that more demons became present near your rural areas. You went on duty to track where they were coming from—inside the woods—only to find the man beheading them and stringing some up for daybreak. He possibly did it to torture them.

- “I should be asking you the same thing.” He scoffed. “Surely you weren’t coming to kill those demons, especially in that attire. Quite provocative for the Demon Slayer’s uniform.” “Excuse me? Provocative? For what uniform? I am not schooled like some student. And what if I am a demon slayer?” You spoke in incredulousness. It seemed so misogynistic to you that you were first judged on the clothing honorary to your tradition. You wondered if he thought it deprived from your abilities.

- He chuckled as if you just made a joke, “You wouldn’t last a day if you think being a Demon Slayer is about getting dolled up. It looks like you’re trying to attract demons more than fend them off.” “And who are you to judge how I dress? Do you think that flaunting your abs will counter my ability of kicking your ass?” “What? These?” He opened his gakuran jacket more to expose the six pack of his abdominal muscles, feeling heat escalate to your cheeks as he beheld more of the scars on his body. He then responded to your gaze with a smirk, “How kind of you to make a comparing example of something that’s attractive. You can touch them too if you’d like.”

- Was he flirting with you? First, he criticized you on you looks, now he decided to taunt you? You grasped your naginata and spaced your feet into a stance. You grabbed the polearm with your backhand over your thigh and your front hand gripped higher up the weapon away from the body. You kept your posture straight for a proper height of the blade.

- He deviously snickered, “What a naughty girl. You know it’s against the rules for demon slayers to fight each other upon confrontation.” “What rules? On our turf, you are on our property. Which means you have the obligation to move or be moved.” You denounced. “Such big talk. I’ll end this quickly so master will barely see it as a fight.”

- With that, he dashed towards you, surprising you to see he didn’t unsheathe his weapon. The way he zipped towards you, he was meaningful of close combat at short range, unlike your naginata which coupled with greatly increased distance gave the spearman a real advantage. You decided in quick process to rely on your agility and powerful kicks as you channel your energy through your attacks. It would greatly enhance and empower yourself and your executions for more efficacy or potency for damage.

- You evaded his swift attack by being able to propel yourself on your naginata, mutually measuring out the steadiness between your weight and the pole. By this, you were able to “squat” on your weapon from above and consider the next attack to perform. Within the time frame of him realizing you’ve dodged his move, you swung your body and temporarily featured upper body strength in defying gravity. You paralleled your body with the ground and for a second’s notice distributed your weight with the naginata—landing a concussive kick into his side. The impact knocked him back a far distance, colliding into a tree.

- You quickly ran towards him, fluently combining fast and slow slashes with side and forward dashes to create variants of attacks and to force him to remain in defense and safe distance from you. Yet, he moved instantaneously in response to his stimulus, being able to try to control his reaction time and adapt into some of your methods of thinking/fighting. Thus, he “used your strength” against you, making the precision of composite punches to your face. You hit the ground, seeing him hover over your body and holding down your arms, “Like I said, our match is over. You will come back with me to face consequences.”

- You managed to pull your legs to your chest and kick him away from you, “I don’t answer to you! I don’t even know who you are or this place you’re loyal to.” You kick your body back up, following back into a stance to prepare you for anymore engagement. “Quit acting so damn confused, you’re a demon slayer aren’t you?” He remarked questionably. You frowned in frustration, wondering if he was subliminally asking something. “Well technically yes, but obviously not in the definition you mean.” You said.

- The man deeply sighed, “Women. You’re so flip-floppy. How can you nod your head yes but say no?” You rolled your eyes, “Because you asshole, I still kill demons, just not in the same uniform as you.” “Hmph, only the swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps utilize nichirin blades that are powerful enough to kill demons. How could you not be in the organization if you can still kill them?” “My family and I have been living in secrecy from the government because as descendants, our predecessors still practiced the tradition of the samurai. We resorted towards rural settlements by richer jungle to be able to hide our weapons and practices extant because of demons. We’ve never heard of this ‘Demon Slayer Corps’ since we thought we were the only ones being militant and knowledgeable of demons’ existence.”

- Sanemi had many questions but thought it would be wise to save them for Oyakata-Sama. Suddenly, a crow began to drift above you two and utter a series of grating caws, “Ca-Caw! Sanemi Shinazugawa is to report back to Oyakata Sama! Ca-Caw!” “I hate that fucking bird.” You heard Sanemi mumble. “You know my name so you’re coming with me. The Demon Slayer Corps is more sustainably adequate for you anyway.”

- As much as you wanted to protest what he meant in clarification, you knew what he meant. If you were to join the Demon Slayer Corps, you could raise more money for your family, since you were practically cut off from the rest of Japan’s economies. You live without the government’s support which meant that without roads, markets, banks and connections to the rest of the country, no new economies would take root. Instead, you were labor-intensive; plantations that exploit cheap labor available in nearby villages and towns, while the majority of the crops grown are mostly shipped to global markets.

- Upon meeting “Oyakata-Sama”, you hesitantly followed Sanemi’s lead in kneeling before the gentleman. You didn’t want to be rude possibly staring at what appeared to be an illness or disease he had befallen. Nevertheless, he had a gentle and calm demeanor that enraptured you. “Master, I am pleased to see you in good health. I fervently pray for your continued good fortune,” Sanemi wished, suprisingly showing a side of reverence for him. “During my mission, I happened to encounter one of the villagers who says her and her family are samurai and are capable of defending themselves against demons although they have no prior knowledge or connections with the Demon Slayer Corps.”

- “How interesting, especially since the samurai were abolished during the Meiji Restoration at least 44 years ago. May I know your name?” He asked while you were partially listening, due to being soothed by his calming voice. Sanemi elbowed you to catch your attention, “Oh! My name is Y/N L/N, pleased to meet you, sir.” “Indeed a samurai clan. I must know the reason why you and your family decided to keep paying homage to these military warriors.”

- You explained everything about your family to the man; your fighting styles, your way of practicing, your attire, etc. Sanemi “patiently” stayed by your side since he wouldn’t leave without Oyakata’s orders. Although your apparel was a bit disheveled from earlier, Sanemi still slightly thought you pulled the look off, expertly. There was something about your unique fashion that made him feel warmth, magnetism, enticement—weird. For someone as abrasive, hot-blooded and stubborn as he was, he never thought he would be trusted with the idea of intimacy between another person. His cold personality resulted in losing too many people he cared about in the past. Opening himself up again for someone would be too much, especially in a world where it was a war between demons and humans.

- “Sanemi, could you please show Y/N around to sway her interests of joining our alliance?” Oyakata requested, awakening him out of his thoughts. “Of course Master.” Despite starting off on the wrong foot, he did as told, guiding you straightforwardly in detail and didn’t stop if you wanted to pause to look at something. His pace was haste, deciding to take in your surroundings while you had the chance to. Many children participated in the organization; the uniforms were coed between either wearing pleated skirts or hakama pants with the same gakuran top you saw Sanemi in. They appeared to differentiate in colors, Sanemi’s a green tint in the sunlight in the place of some of the darker ones others wore—navy blue, purple, black or even a brown. They also practiced kenjutsu ; where a bokken or wooden sword was used as a safe substitute for katanas for sparring.

- Oyakata informed you about the Demon Slayer Corps so as you were briefly toured, you would understand the things you looked at. But seeing the children risking their lives after the cost of their families, awfully reminded you of your siblings. Back at home, your parents would mostly tend to the domestic chores as they relied on you as one of their warriors to protect the village. Then, they could keep watch of the rest of their children, often something you felt the necessity of doing. Watching over your family. When you noticed Sanemi left you, you went to try and interact with the rest of the Hashira; introducing yourself, producing conversation and helping out with chores if you could.

- You made the most conversation with Shinobu Kocho, Insect Hashira. She displayed a laid back demeanor, a smile frequently present on her face which exhibited a bright and cheery nature. But it facaded her enjoyment of teasing others to the point of being rather sadistic through the jokes she made. You weren’t sure to shocked or to laugh, afraid of how the others would see you. “Oh it’s ok, you can laugh. Especially in front of Tomioka.” She giggled. You breathed a sigh of relief and let a half suppressed snigger peep from your lips.

- Then you cleared your throat, “Is it okay if I ask you about Sanemi Shinazugawa?” Shinobu looked at you questionably, “Why? Are you afraid of him? Trust me, as scary as he may want to make himself look, it’s just a front.” “No, he doesn’t scare me. I initiated a fight with him earlier because of some of the things he said. My people didn’t need to be saved by him, especially if it would’ve been only to disrespect us. It’s like a smack in the face of how we’ve been raising ourselves to be true warriors.” “Yes, I apologize for Shinazugawa. He can do things out of line, unfortunately more times than we know it. But his cold exterior armors a soft soul. I’ve treated his younger brother, Genya; he can be just as ill-tempered and non-cooperative as his brother but he is apparently shy around women, especially my girls, Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho. He told me that he was in search of Sanemi, eldest of seven children, after their family was killed. He remembers Sanemi saved him from their mother but became isolated because he labeled him as a murderer in panic. Up to now, since he is little brother, Shinazugawa throws harsh rebukes at him because he cares for him. Think of it like a bully, most times they’re bowling you by hurting and insulting you, but it can also be their way of showing interest in you or an attraction in the way of giving you a hard time.”

- “I understand. Thank you, Shinobu.” You bowed. “Your welcome, Y/N.” Unbeknownst to you, Sanemi heard your conversation nearby, since he randomly felt he should locate where you were. Later, you bowed to Oyakata when you were on your way back home. He welcomed you to feel free of accompanying them anytime you wanted, they had open arms if you needed protection. Shortly after you left, you felt someone yank you by your arm. You quickly freed yourself by twisting your hand out of the opening where their thumb and finger met.

- “Since when did you have permission to touch me? And why are you trying to pull me somewhere no one can see us?” You questioned Sanemi. “Don’t think that I like you. Don’t think that after what that girl told you that you know me or that I won’t pull my punches.” He warned. “Trust me, I wouldn’t think for a day that I would stoop myself so low.” “And what do you mean by that?” “However you take it. I wouldn’t be concerned about someone who sees me like anyone else or be a doormat.” “Then why are you putting yourself as an example if it wouldn’t affect you?” “Cause it wouldn’t.” “Maybe it would if you’re trying to morally describe yourself.” “Why are you here? Just to make a threat or to walk me home? I can take of myself thank you, remember by how I bested you in combat.”

- “Oh please, I was the one who ended up on top. If our fight lasted you would be talking to that girl for a different reason.” He said, making you laugh. “That’s quite optimistic of you but never underestimate your enemy Shinazugawa. We shall have a rematch, no?” He smirked with a devilish grin, “If that’s your death wish then I shall be your reaper.” His response entertained you and during your exchange, he ended up walking with you home regardless. “Thank you for the laughs Sanemi. It will be fun when I fight you here tomorrow.” You winked.

- That next day, upon his visitation, he attempted to surprise attack you. You successfully dodged it, “Nice day we’re having.” “Hmm.” Then got a view of each other. He noticed you wore a white kosode with sode-kukuri (cords) through the sleeves and opened shoulders. Muna-himo (strings) were attached to each lapel and tied in front to keep the garment closed with your black hakama. He wondered if you could’ve changed into more of a practical outfit because of what he commented. Yet, you moved just as fast and did well at keeping him from getting close enough to impact you. He found an opening and kicked you in the face, causing you to fall.

- “I have a feeling you like being on top of me.” You said to him as he tried to tower you. You rolled your torso into a circular path on the ground and twirled your legs into a v shape. When you tripped Sanemi, it was your turn to crawl on top of him out of humorous reasons. “I like where this fight is heading.” He mischievously thought. “Yeah for me. I disarmed you and you’re in my submission.” He chuckled, “Cause I let you, that’s what makes the fun of it.” He winked then bucked his hips into you. You gasped, taking the opportunity to punch him continuously in his face. Not because of what he did but for being merciless from pulling each other’s punches.

- He didn’t put his guard up but lets the blood trickle from his nose and into the junction of his lips. “Not a scratch.” He smugly smiled, licking the blood away from above his lip. When you treated him afterwards, he formed more respect for you and subconsciously allowed his feelings to pervade his system. He made more nonsensical jokes to hear you laugh and listened to your opinions more than his usual stubborn self. He alarmed you of some of the threats that were coming your way, indirectly inviting you to join him on his missions. It built cooperation between you two, as well as more of a bond than constantly contesting everything. Although, a time when you argued, you hugged him as a way to reassure him that you cared and considered him as your friend. It made you laugh to see him resist from hugging you back.

- You showed more of a friendlier side to him as you would to your family. You introduced him to your siblings which joyfully reminded him of his family, including Genya. One time, while you two were watching the sunset, you saw that one of your little sisters was hesitating to come talk to him. “It’s ok, he won’t bite.” You encouraged her, pulling his attention towards her. She showed him numerous flowers and asked him questions of what was his favorite things. It warmed your heart to see a compassionate side of him as he answered all of them, including you as answer. That made it much aware to you of his feelings for you.

- “Did you know what I meant?” He asked you that night. “Yes, thank you, you’re my favorite too.” You smiled. “But I mean it,” He said, giving you back your hug like you did before. “I hesitated to accept the feeling of love because I don’t want to lose anyone again.” You looked up from the warmth of his chest and into the conveyance of his eyes; now filled with adoration and worship. “Trust me love, I’m not going anywhere.” And you two kissed.

Thank you for reading! I apologize for the late response, I’ve been busy a lot but I wanted to do as you requested! I wish everyone a wonderful day!🤎🍫

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Mob Psycho 100: The Stage Play 3 - Final performance content spoilers

Here are all the notes I compiled after getting the chance to see the final performance for ‘Mob Psycho 100: The Stage Play - A Clash with Claw’s Seventh Division!’ live. Note this is essentially a write-up of the play from beginning to end - this will also likely be the version of the play that is used for the DVD release in December. I will also edit this when the recording becomes available for viewing and I can gain some clarity on sections I missed...

PRE-SHOW

- Reigen and Mob do a pre-show announcement relating to covid prevention measures (referred to not by name as Covid but an evil spirit) plus standard theatre etiquette rules (don’t use your phone, put it on silent, etc.)

SHOW

- Begins where stage 2 left off as a ‘Previously…’ segment for the audience. We once again witness Koyama knocking Mob out with the spray and kidnapping Ritsu.

- In the Teru/Dimple/Mob discussion part of the stage 2 recap, Teru takes the bird’s nest off his head and throws it off stage - we hear the birds within fly away.

- ((We immediately see how the reduced audience affects the play - a funny physical gag where Teru and Dimple bash heads happens but this receives no response from the audience))

- We reach the end of stage 2 recap with Mob stating he’ll destroy Claw as he does at the end of stage 2. The screen goes black and we hear the echo of a voice saying ‘Give [it] back… give [it] back, [It’s] mine, give [it] back…’ - this is implied to be Mob talking about Ritsu but the lights turn on to reveal S&S and turns out it’s Shou talking to Reigen about Touichirou’s card

- Reigen gives the card back to Shou, calls him a ‘baggy-clothed asshole’ and tells him to leave since Reigen is busy. Reigen puts his feet up on his desk and goes on his phone, leading to;

S: “What are you doing?”

R: “Reading the news.”

S: “You’re not busy, you’re bored!”

- Shou mentions that he’s also got 10k yen missing from his wallet and accuses Reigen of stealing it - Reigen insists he didn’t but starts doubting himself

- When Shou leaves, Reigen salt splashes in his direction (An English translation is now given under each of Reigen’s special moves ala Olympic parody)

-Reigen calls Mob, leading back to the Mob/Dimple/Teru scene - Terada and his cronies enter and Mob tells Reigen he can’t talk right now, hang up which leads to…

***

OPENING

- Yoru no Honki Dance - Call Out (as the previous two plays)

- Action takes place on the upper and lower stage - Ritsu and the lab kids on the lower stage with Ritsu in anguish with Mob, Teru, Dimple on the top stage

- Action shot with the show’s “Yeah!” line focuses on Reigen and Mob on the top level

***

- Teru tortures Terada with a taser rather than water - Terada is also wearing a ballgag with multiple kazoos inside it leading to a great sound whenever he screams

- Mob and Dimple are terrified of Teru’s taser torture whenever he does it

- Matsuo’s performance is sensual and slimy - great stage presence

- Ishiguro’s voice is distorted using a pitch filter resulting in something creepy rather than the female voice used in the anime

- Ritsu and the lab kids are seen in the jail cell - great banter with them and their Claw guard (Guard to Rei: “I won’t hit you because you’re a girl!” Kids: “A gentleman!”). Guard tells them they won’t get any food and they start rioting

- Mutou is VERY creepy and accompanied by terrifying music - he skulks around the stage with his ridiculous silicone chin

- When Mutou “kills” Kaito off screen we get a ridiculous extended segment featuring Daichi reacting to what is initially cries of his brother’s pain that turn into pleasure as if he is getting a massage - then turns back into pain

- Kaito is wheeled back on in a luggage/weight carrier with 4 knives in his chest

- Teru vs Terada is visually very fun - movement choreography is great, lots of Teru’s dance techniques that got cut from the anime

- Back in the jail scene Ritsu states he doesn’t remember the kids names so they re-introduce themselves to the audience

- Asahi and Hoshino heating up the spoon/bending spoon/on repeat is very well performed

- Ritsu tries to high-five with with one of the other kids when they escape the jail but finds he has no-one to do it with :(

- Back to Dimple/Mob/Teru - when Dimple-chan(puppet) says “Oh who’s that good looking guy? A model?”, Nadagi pulls a whole bunch of model poses

- When Teru tries to knock the security guard out he screams for AGES leading to one of the funniest moments in the play - he finally is knocked out but when Dimple tries to possess him he takes ages to be possessed - Taa (Teru) breaks character completely and doubles over laughing and Itou (Mob) refuses to face the audience making it clear he is losing it as well

- Muraki is creepy looking but his cloak is see-through and sparkly - his actor plays him as quite a timid guy

- Great visual gag with Mob throwing Koyama around and then sending him through the stage wall

- Ishiguro has a moment where he talks to the audience/the new recruits where he shows off the Claw face mask available as part of the merch

- Great fight choreography between SG!Dimple and Gen (played by Baba) - ends with SG!Dimple pulling his trousers down

- Teru tasing people left and right in this play…

- Great stage effects in Teru vs Miyagawa - Teru tases Miyagawa as well

- Tsuchiya calming down Mukai is lovely - followed by Mukai finding a puppet that she believes hasn’t been destroyed by Mob and getting excited - but the head rolls off so she breaks down crying again

- ((My stream cut here so I didn’t see the start of the Ritsu vs Shou interaction and whether or not he recognised Shou from their interaction in stage 2))

- We see a little Shou vs Ritsu - Ritsu flings an array of spoons at Shou - Shou lands a punch that sends Ritsu off stage

- Character design for Takeuchi has been corrected slightly from the anime

- Matsuo vs SG!Dimple stage effects are great. They’re both very flashy actors which creates fantastic visual comedy

- Matsuo takes off his jacket like he’s at a strip club - it’s all very flamboyant and fun

- ((Stream cut again so I didn’t actually see the joke, but some kind of adlib happens with Reigen in the taxi scene that causes Baba to break character))

- When Mob uses his powers to blow Takeuchi away someone comes on stage with a leafblower to blow his hair away

- Screen goes black and we cut back to Shou delivering the final blow on Ritsu. Shou says someone interesting is coming and leaves stage for Mob’s entrance

- Mob finds Ritsu passed out and holds him, finds he’s breathing but won’t forgive who did this to him

- Mutou enters and stalks around the back and creates the image of Ritsu dead on the floor with a knife in his chest for Mob which causes his freak out

- “What a great pair of brothers” - Shou leaning over Mob and Ritsu’s passed out bodies

- Shou floats Mob and Ritsu into the room with Sakurai/Teru/Ishiguro

- Small cut away to Reigen - he sees 500 yen on the ground and immediately runs to go pick it up

- Mob and Ritsu’s hug is very emotional - Ritsu is more panicked asking Mob if he’s okay and Mob is more emotional responding than the anime

- Mob pats Ritsu’s head to calm him down

- Visual gag where Shou steps on Ishiguro’s shoe - Ishiguro freaks out trying to clean it and Muraki offers emotional support

- Guy walks into the room with Sakurai/Muraki/Ishiguro/Matsuo/Shou and informs them “The boss is coming”, which piques Shou’s interest and he comes along to meet “the boss”

- Play then gives us a “5 minutes earlier” scene. Baba’s performance in the Claw break-in is more on the eccentric/aggressive side than the calmer calculating tone Sakurai had - changes the atmosphere for the scene

- The whole scene with Reigen saving the lab kids is redone to be so eccentric with everyone chanting BOSS! BOSS! BOSS! at the end for Reigen

- When Reigen starts making a comment about Teru’s wig and cuts himself off to not offend him, he goes to Mob like “wtf” and Mob whispers in his ear what happened

- Shou included in the scene when Ishiguro etc. face off against Reigen

- ((ARGH my stream cut out again, when it came back Shou had moved over to Reigen’s side - probably some good dialogue there between them that I missed))

- Shou says to Reigen ‘Give me back my 10,000 yen’ - Shou decides to stand back to watch the show

- When Ishiguro attacks, Mob protects Shou as well as everyone else

- We have Shou/Teru/Mob/Ritsu/Reigen all on one side vs the Claw guys on the other (Ishiguro/Sakurai/Muraki/Matsuo)

- When Reigen does his Anti-Esper Drop Kick, they choose to translate this in English as “Dropkick to the espers”

- Shou: ‘You’re really taking [Muraki] on? lol’ Reigen: ‘Shut UP you brat’

- When Sakurai attacks Reigen (first time), Ritsu helps him up

- Lots of good banter between Shou and Reigen (”Stop calling me ‘old guy!’”)

- Shou sits to the side and enjoys the show while Sakurai/Muraki/Ishiguro/Matuso vs Reigen/Mob/Ritsu/Teru happens, makes some comments (ie. “Damn you’re in a pinch, whatcha gonna do now?”)

- When Reigen is getting sucked up by the anti gravity bubble, Shou helps Teru/Mob/Ritsu out with saving him

- Sakurai cutting off Teru’s wig is made into such a Dramatic moment

- Shou joins the fight against Ishiguro - Ishiguro manages to knock him out of the field and Reigen expresses concern (‘Oh crap! Kid are you okay!’)

- Lots of stage theatrics - now that Shou is no longer in play scene plays out as it does in the anime

- Lots of Reigen protecting Mob and leading him away from danger until the climactic moment where Mob decides to fight

- Mob’s scream of ‘Shishou!!!’ is filled with emotion - Reigen collapses quickly and without theatrics, facing the audience

- He doesn’t get a cut in his jacket, nor does he remove it

- When Reigen destroys Matsuo’s pet - ‘Oh Jesus I’m sorry I didn’t mean to destroy your toy’

- More protective Reigen - puts his arm out to protect Teru and Ritsu & get them behind him

- Reigen’s “Purifying Salt Punch” -> English given as Prime Salt Punch

- ‘It’s rude to wear a mask when talking to people!’ - here his mask doesn’t come off - unsure if intentional

- ((The bento story is REALLY well performed comedically but doesn’t land with attending audience))

- Sakurai shoots Reigen and Reigen catches the bullet

- Reigen uses the spray to spray his armpits

- Reigen at Muraki’s forehead “what is this? A doorbell? Ding dong ding dong”

- Lab kids start making fun of Muraki as well (Rei: What is that, cosplay?)

- Rei has a crush on Reigen in the same vein as her crush on Ritsu - Calls him cool and stuff and tries to reach for him

- Mob: ‘Having powers doesn’t make you popular’ Rei: ‘Lame.’ Reigen: ‘Well there you have it.’

- Shou comes back in centre stage and knocks Ishiguro out - goes to Reigen and says it’s time to repay the debt he owes Reigen - knocks Ishiguro out fully as per anime/manga

- As Shou leaves he pats Ritsu on the shoulder

- When Reigen says ‘is this an evil spirit?’ He hold his nose as if Dimple stinks, then grabs his head and shakes him around. Gets some salt from his pocket and throws it at Dimple

- Rei goes up to Sakurai and asks to date him

- Shou goes on the phone on stage top level and calls Touichirou as per manga/anime lines

FINAL SCENE

- Shou returns to S&S - as it turns out Reigen had the 10k stuck in his pocket the whole time and returns it to Shou

- Mob and Ritsu (with a bag) enter S&S while Shou is still there but leaving - Mob thanks Shou for helping them and asks Ritsu to do the same - Ritsu complies

- Shou looks back at Reigen, then toward Ritsu and Mob and tells them all they’ll meet again

- Mob and Ritsu share a heartfelt moment - “Ritsu, you’re amazing” - “No you’re the amazing one Nii-san”

- Ritsu gets out Takoyaki for Reigen/Mob/Ritsu to enjoy and Dimple joins them

ENDING SONG - ‘mob.’

https://katyatalks.tumblr.com/post/659597484715278336/mob-ed-for-mp100-stage-3-a-clash-with-claws

- Itou’s voice is STUNNING

CAST COMMENTS

- Kawaharada Takuya (Teru) addresses the fact that he’s the person who laughed the most out of everyone

- Nadagi says he wants to do a stage 4 and that’s the general vibe with everyone  and it’ll be nice if the anime gets a S3 too

- Lots of talk about stage 4 and it only being possible if everyone comes together

- Itou: ‘Us being able to do this again out of the blue so suddenly is thanks to all of you’

ENCORE

- Itou and Baba

- Lots of crying from Itou relating to covid and how it has cut the audience - he is grateful but he’s still upset about it - Baba gives him a huge hug

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 stage play #shou stans we won

[whorefordazai]

trying on s/o’s skirts

ft. Dazai | Aku | Chuuya x gn! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: all of them being adorable 🤌

Dazai

This man would be all over your clothes.

Specifically, your dresses and skirts.

Why? Because they simply feel good on his bandaged skin. The fabric would also tickle his ass, which aroused him.

You both share each other’s warbdrobes so much, that sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s clothes are who’s?

You just came home one day to see him posing in the mirror with a floral patterned skirt that reached above his ankles.

He was shirtless except for the usual bandages covering his body.

He looked like a homeless flower princess fairy, good lord. Such a pretty flower boy.

“Oh, belladonna! doesn’t this look good on me?”

You could only nod, lips pressed into a thin line and eyes wide.

Not because you didn’t like it; it was quite the opposite.

He looked better in the skirt than you did (that’s so sad yet so amazing).

He would notice your quiet reaction and frown.

“What’s wrong? Should I not touch your clothes anymore? I think that’s rather unfair. After all, you’re always in my shirts-”

“No! It’s not that, Dazai.” You yell out, while trying to take a few pictures of him.

His lips curl into a big smile as he dramatically models for more pictures.

This goes on for about two hours before you hastily grab your coat and wallet.

“Where are you going y/n?”

“To go buy more skirts for you.”

Akutagawa

This man would not confront you about anything.

You’d both be at home chilling. You in the kitchen and him in your shared bedroom.

“Ryu, I finished making dinner-”

You stop in your tracks when you see him standing in front of the mirror. In a long black skirt.

Your face morphs into a big smile, eyes practically shining stars.

Him on the other hand, totally mortified.

“It’s...it’s not what you think.”

“Don’t worry Ryu, I have more in the closet!”

He would be totally terrified. He thought you’d be angry or make fun of him.

You bring out muiltple different black skirts that all seem like things he would wear.

“No wait...this will make me look weak.”

You chuckle, rubbing his lower back.

“I don’t think it’s weak. Plus, you look better than me! I won’t tell anyone.”

As much as he doesn’t want to try on anymore, you’ve sold him.

He tries on all of them.

And he looks so damn good.

“Are you sure these make me look scary and intimidating?”

“I promise they make you look scary and intimidating. You look like a dark fairy.”

He tries to hide his frown. “Dazai-San would be disappointed.”

“...I...I think it’d be quite the opposite.”

Don’t be fooled, though. He will only sometimes wear them at home and only home.

Chuuya

Tbh I don’t think Chuuya would ever wear a skirt or feel proud in feminine clothing. After all, we can see how much effort he puts into his appearance and values his reputation. I dislike how some of the fandom always labels Chuuya as Dazai’s femine gay bottom because he’s really not lol (I still ship them dw). Chuuya likes to be stylish in his own way and I love how he owns his masculinity! (he looks so damn good). But for the sake of this headcannon, let’s get started!

This man would never voluntarily put on a skirt or anything feminine.

That’s not to say he thinks they’re ugly, he just may not feel completely comfortable. Especially since he’s always insecure about his height.

He’d sometimes be curious though, when he’d see you posing in front of the mirror trying on new clothes.

You’d see him eyeing you and invite him over.

“Wanna try it on, Chuuya?”

“HUH? No.”

You’d only chuckle and lightly ruffle his hair when you’d see the slight blush appear on his cheeks.

The only time he’d ever wear a skirt is if he’d lose some type of bet.

For example, the two of you decided to race with your motorcycles. The only catch was that he couldn’t use his ability (which was only fair because your ability didn’t allow you to manipulate gravity smh).

The winner would get to make the loser do whatever they wanted.

In the end, you had won the race.

He was muttering curses the entire way home, but nevertheless always made sure to add in a few “good job, babe.”

You’d give him the option to wear a skirt or dress. He reluctantly chose the skirt (with tears in his eyes).

“This doesn’t...look so bad.” He’d mumble under his breath when you finished braiding his hair.

“I’m so jealous...you look better than me.” You buried your face in his neck with a smile.

He’d wrap an arm around your waist with a satisfied expression.

“Obviously. I look good in eveything.”

Out of literally nowhere he’d say “It’s time for your punishment.”

You choke on air. “Hm? Really...”

He suddenly flips you over and pins your hands on either side of your face.

Bangs falling over his face, you eye the braids you did in his hair. “Did you really think you could get away with turning me into a little flower girl?”

A giggle escapes your lips when both of you realize he’s on top of you with a skirt and flower crown.

You can see his face turn beet red, eyes wide.

“S-shut up!” He mutters, silencing you with a kiss

#bsd headcanons #bsd imagines #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd anime #dazai x reader #chuuya x y/n #bsd fanfic #bsd ryunosuke #headcanon

[simp-for-mha-men]

25 + hc for Aizawa Bakugo and hawks? If u do only 1 character per request pls do Aizawa on this one cuz it would be funny I think lol

Writing Weekend Prompt List is pinned on my page!

25. “Did you just slap my ass?”

HEADS UP! There’s a couple suggestive things. Enjoy!

Aizawa 🖤:

• You’re playing with fire the second you start dating this man

• In the middle of the night or directly after a nap, he will wake up and be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (or as much as his body permits) or super out of it

• When he’s more awake, you can expect soft cuddles, forehead kisses, and hand holding

• HOWEVER, this man is so ridiculous when he’s tired that it’s either hilarious or really attractive

• I headcanon that in his U.A. days, he would sometimes call Hizashi in the middle of the night to go off about the classes he was hating, and Hizashi would just sit there thinking about how Aizawa never talks this much when he’s fully awake

• Now, when Aizawa’s out of sorts, he loves to slap your ass and thighs

• It never fails to make you blush like a maniac, which causes him to tease you to no end

• Sometimes, it leads to some questionable actions (if you get what I mean), but it works tried and true every single time

A soft slap came across your backside as you bent down to get the milk out of the fridge for your morning coffee. A low whistle followed soon after, signaling the next few events that were about to go down.

“Did you just slap my ass?” you asked, glancing back at your boyfriend with innocent eyes.

“What if I did?” he mumbled in reply, rubbing the area he just slapped.

A much harsher spank soon followed, causing you to yelp out of surprise. Aizawa chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Come on, kitty cat,” he whispered, kissing your temple. “Come back to bed so I can get a couple more love pats in.”

Who were you to pass that opportunity up?

Bakugou 🧡:

• Ok, first of all this man makes me act up (too much)

• He is such a hot-headed bimbo sometimes, so I think he only slaps your ass when he gets jealous

• This man will also do it anywhere: a café, a restaurant, a movie theater, a party, a store, etc.

• It especially applies when it’s somewhere with his friends

• Bakugou giving you attention is the highlight of every day, so whenever you want to get that kind of attention, you’ll purposely make him jealous

• The best way to do it is to flirt with someone, but don’t flirt with a random guy

• If you want to hit him where it hurts, flirt with someone he knows

• Denki, Sero, and Kirishima are prime targets, but I think you know which one earns you the best slap

“The new shade of red dye you used really matches your costume, Kiri!” you commented, making sure you were loud enough to attract your boyfriend’s attention.

The music came to a pause before the next song began, and in that moment of silence, a harsh smack could be heard at the U.A. reunion.

“Did you just slap my ass?” you asked, turning around to meet the fiery gaze of your boyfriend.

“I’m leaving,” Kirishima states, coughing in embarrassment. “See you around, Bakubro. Don’t be too hard on (y/n).”

Once he was out of earshot, the music seemed louder. Bakugou lowered himself to your level, allowing you to feel his hot breath on your face.

“Oh, you’re in for it now, dumbass,” he growled. “We’re leaving. Trust me, they won’t miss us.”

How could you deny him when he was so fired up?

Hawks ❤️:

• Let me start this whole part off with a scientific red-tail hawk fact

• Red-tailed hawks mate for life and are extremely territorial (take that into consideration as much as you wish)

• Hawks is the kind of guy who thrives off of PDA

• One of his favorite things to show that you’re his is putting his hand in your back pocket or resting his hand on your ass

• I headcanon he is a MAJOR simp (I mean, the way he looks up to Endeavor screams fanboy)

• He worships the ground you walk on and considers your ass sacred, so the only time he slaps it is in private when he wants to compliment you

• Whether he slaps it so you stop hating it or because you feel good in a particular outfit, you love it either way

• It makes you feel wanted, special, and even more in love with the beautiful bird

“Well, what do we have here?” Hawks asked, eyeing you up and down.

You had just gotten a new pair of jeans and were absolutely in love with them. You loved them because they made you feel like a model, which was just one of their many perks. Your boyfriend loved them because they accentuated your sexy ass.

Showing just how much he loved it, Hawks walked over and smacked it. He relished in the way it jiggled just a bit, and you loved the attention.

“Did you just slap my ass?” you chuckled, glancing over to your boyfriend.

“Of course I did, kid,” he replied, walking over to wrap his arms around your waist. “I love every part of your body, especially that sweet ass.”

How could you disagree with his opinion?

#mha #mha fic #mha imagines #mha scenarios #bnha fanfiction #bnha fic #bnha scenarios #mha x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugo x reader #bakugou headcanons #aizawa headcanons #shouta aizawa headcanons #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #hawks headcanons

[starshine583]

New Girl on the Block (17)

(sorry for the late update everyone! I spent time with family this weekend and got a little side tracked lol anyway, please enjoy chapter 17 of “New Girl on the Block” and as always, feel free to check out the mini series connected to this called Journal Entries!)

Ch.1 / Ch.16 / Ch.18 (ao3)

Chapter 17: Subtlety Is Key

The platform ladder that Marinette was standing on sat firmly in Felix’s grip as he watched her attempt to pin a stream of hearts to the wall. She appeared to be having trouble deciding which angle was best, moving her end of the stream up and down while staring at the other end, which was already pinned up, and squinting. He half wondered if she was going to take this long on every stream of hearts she pinned up, since she'd been doing the same up-and-down motion for a while now, but he also didn’t mind waiting if she did. The longer he stood here, the better his chances were of escaping the task of writing those “thank you” cards that Allegra liked to put in her party favors. She always managed to rope him into it, saying that his handwriting was the best amongst them, which, in truth, it was, but why not save the trouble and type out the message on the computer in a curly font? Surely, it would have the same effect.

“Felix, does this look straight to you?”

Felix dragged his gaze back up to Marinette, who was frowning at the spot that she’d finally decided to stop on. The stream of hearts hung to her right, making a nice curve on the wall that looked fine, but he wouldn’t be able to say for certain until he acquired a level, which they didn’t have.

“As straight as it can get, I imagine.” He replied. Even if it was a tad off, the guests would hardly notice. They’ll be too busy mingling and dancing around.

A sigh fell from the ravenette, and she lowered the hearts to give him a tired look. “How is that supposed to help me?”

“Well, it’s definitely not straight now. Does that help?”

Marinette pressed her lips into a thin line, obviously disgruntled, and Felix clenched his jaw to avoid smiling. Perhaps he should wait until she got off the ladder to continue. She might kick him in the face otherwise.

“Why are you here if you’re not going to be useful?” She grumbled, turning back to the wall.

A snort escaped Felix’s lips. “I am being useful. I’m holding the ladder so you don’t fall and break your neck.”

“Bold of you to assume I won’t fall whether the ladder is steady or not.”

“Which is another reason why I’m here.” He replied smoothly. “To catch you.”

Marinette hummed, glancing down at him from the corner of her eye. “How kind of you.”

“Yes, it really is, isn’t it?”

She breathed out a small laugh and shook her head, coaxing a smirk from Felix as well. 

It’s been about a week since they stayed up all night talking at Allegra’s house, since things between them changed, since things with him changed. He couldn’t quite place what had caused it, except that it was most definitely her. The way she listened to him wholeheartedly throughout the entire night, hanging on his every word, offering support when needed and trading a few stories herself- It made him feel heard, which was immensely strange. Because he’d been heard before, plenty of times in fact. It was nothing new. So why was that night different? Was it because of the soft atmosphere that the moon provided? Or because they were both somewhat tired despite saying otherwise? Why did his entire being feel so clear and refreshed when they went up to bed later on?

Whatever happened, he’d assumed that the feeling would be gone by morning, since nighttime conversations hardly travel to the next day, but imagine his surprise when the feeling swelled full force in his chest the next day, specifically when he greeted Marinette in the hall. It was as crystal clear as the night before, and it had yet to fade even now. 

Felix didn’t understand. Not at all. But he certainly wasn’t going to dispute it. He actually began encouraging the feeling, talking with Marinette on a more constant basis, muttering in her direction during conversations, asking more casual questions, throwing around a joke or two about the others when it seemed appropriate- he even found himself teasing her at one point, which led him to the wonderful realization that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was much sassier than he’d given her credit for. Despite her surprise, she’d snapped back immediately, a playful glare in her eyes and a smirk on her lips, and with an unexpected reaction like that, Felix couldn’t not tease her more. That would simply be a waste.

In the following week, he continued to talk with her, and continued to learn how much of a wild card she truly was. She never reacted to his teasing the same way. For example, one minute, she would blush, the next she would smack him, or roll her eyes and shoot right back without a second thought, or even pout. There was no telling what she was going to do next, and Felix eagerly anticipated her next move each time. It was fun for him now, fun to talk with her, fun to see her smirks and glares and giggles when he did. He could understand why Claude, Allegra, and Allan would want to talk with everyone and anyone if they all acted like her.

Their dynamic had definitely changed over the last few days, and although he wasn’t sure how much Marinette had noticed it herself, Felix knew he was thoroughly enjoying the shift. 

“There.” Marinette said above him, leaning back to put her hands on her hips. “How’s that?”

Felix’s eyes glazed over the stream of hearts again, and he let out a hum. “A bit more to the left.”

Her shoulders drooped. “Are you serious?”

“No.”

The narrowed yet playful glare that she shot him had Felix holding back another chuckle, and he innocently moved to grab one of the pink, inflated balloons on the table next to them to hand it to her.

“Why do I ask you anything anymore?” She asked as she took the balloon from him. 

“Because you know I’m an excellent judge when it comes to fine craftsmanship, such as the stream of hearts hanging above us on the wall right now.”

Marinette scoffed, tacking the balloon to the wall just above the first decoration. “What, are you kissing up to me now? Are you trying to butter me up so I’ll bring you more cheesy croissants?”

Felix shot her a look of feigned offense. “I wouldn’t dream of it, not after the amount of pain and effort that went into the making of those decorations.”

Now she was glaring at him. “Exactly how long do you plan on holding that paper cut against me?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.” Felix replied, a slight smile betraying his lips as he did.

Marinette huffed, letting her eyes flick up in an eyeroll, and started back down the ladder. Felix moved back to let her off, before grabbing the ladder again to lift it over to the next wall. They still had two more streams to put up.

“You seem to be more present today.” He commented, thinking back on the get-together they had yesterday. She’d been lost in her own thoughts through the first part of it, so much so that Allegra felt the need to ask her if she was alright. Marinette didn’t get to answer due to Claude jumping in, but when Felix asked her about it again a bit later, she quickly froze up, saying that she’d rather keep it to herself for the time being. 

Felix understood, of course, and he said as much, but that didn’t stop him from being curious. Or even a bit concerned. She always had a specific look when that model was involved, and she’d worn it openly yesterday. Therefore, he could only assume that that was part of the trouble, but how much trouble? Did they run into each other again? Did he text her? Did he go looking for her somewhere? There were too many possibilities and not enough clues for Felix to draw a firm conclusion. He couldn’t even be sure that Agreste was the problem in the first place. 

“Did your troubles sort themselves out?” He added, trying not to look at her too much as he did. Felix didn’t want to pry, but he did want to make sure she was handling herself alright. (Not that that was really in question at this point. After that run-in with the akuma, they all knew quite well that Marinette could take care of things when she needed to.)

Marinette paused at the base of the ladder, tilting her head at him with a questioning glance. “My troubles?”

A slight frown tugged at the corner of Felix’s lips. Had she forgotten already? It must not have been that important, then..

“You said something was bothering you yesterday.” He said anyway.

“Oh!” Understanding washed over her features, but a grimace quickly followed. “Oh.”

Felix rose a brow. Did that mean the problem wasn’t resolved?

“Um.. no.” She said, offering a bit of clarity as she fiddled with the next stream of hearts that they were supposed to be hanging up. “No, it’s still very much there, unfortunately. I’m not sure how everything’s going to work out yet.”

Felix nodded. “I see. I apologize for bringing it up, then.”

“No, no, you’re fine.” She insisted as she climbed the ladder. “I know you were just trying to help.”

“Besides,” Marinette threw another smile over her shoulder, one that was clearly softer than the smirks she’d been giving him earlier, “if it gets to be too much, I’m sure you’ll come to rescue again. So you can have something else to brag about.”

Felix’s eyes widened, admittedly knocked off balance by the comment. Joking about being rescued wasn’t entirely unusual, but ‘again’? What did she mean ‘again’? Did she think he rescued her before? When? Why did he find himself feeling immensely pleased with the thought?

“Of course..” He muttered absently. “I do love to brag, you know.”

It was a bland remark to be sure, not nearly one of his best, but Marinette laughed anyway, as she always did, and turned back around to start pinning the next stream of hearts to the wall.

Felix continued to watch.

~~~~~~

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Adrien lunged for his phone, unlocking it with his fingerprint before it could even finish vibrating, and tapped the notification. Was it her? Had she finally decided to text him? Please let it be her!

A news app flashed onto his screen, and his shoulders sagged as he realized that Marinette hadn’t texted him. How long was she going to wait? It’s already been a full day, and winter break was fading fast. He knew these things could take time, but they honestly didn’t have a lot of that right now. Once school started up again, his schedule was going to go right back to packed, and he’d barely be able to breathe let alone go see her. He didn’t want their precious chance to hang-out to go to waste. 

“You good, dude?” Nino asked next to him. “You’ve been hovering around your phone all day. Is something going on?”

“Oh, uh-” Adrien sat up, pushing away his phone and disappointment. Marinette was going to text him eventually. He just needed to be patient. “No, everything’s fine. Père just likes to stay in touch with me while I’m out, so I want to make sure I don’t miss any text messages or anything.”

Nino frowned. “Isn’t sending Gorilla with you enough?”

Adrien shrugged. “Yeah, but you know how he is. He likes to stay on top of things.”

Disgruntlement flicked across Nino’s features, and he tugged his hat down slightly to hide it, muttering, “Or he just likes to control everything.”

Adrien smiled despite the comment. “Come on, he’s not that bad. He let us hang out today, right?”

Nino nodded, though his frown didn’t fade. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.. Just don’t let him distract you from our game. We still have a tie to break.”

Adrien straightened and grabbed the controller that he’d dropped earlier. “Course not! Père or no, I still have plenty of focus to beat you.”

Nino let out a playful scoff. “Sure, dude. We’ll see who beats who this time.”

Adrien chuckled and positioned himself on the couch, and the two jokingly counted down before starting the next match.

Keeping Nino in the dark about Marinette wasn’t something Adrien enjoyed- they were best friends, after all -but he didn’t want to risk talking about her now. The class was only just now starting to be suspicious of Lila, and even then, it was light, joking. They weren’t serious about it yet. If they knew he was meeting up with Marinette, the person they still weren’t entirely fond of, it might serve as a disadvantage to him. What if they stopped listening to him because he was talking with her? He couldn’t take that chance. He needed to get his feet planted firmly on the ground before taking any rash steps forward.

That said, he did need to take some sort of step forward. Lila trying to make a deal with him last week was extremely reassuring, since it meant that she herself thought of him as a threat, but he also knew that he couldn’t slack off because of it. Muttering over her shoulder wasn’t going to work forever, and if he didn’t find a way to crank up the pressure soon, she would start countering his subtle attacks. Maybe he could start talking to people directly? While they were alone. He could talk to them more about Lila and ask if her stories are suspicious.. But what if he talks to the wrong person? Depending on who he conversed with, they might round on him in an instant, and his plan would crumble again. No, he needed to be careful about this. He needed to start with someone he could trust.

“....So,” Adrien glanced at Nino, because who better to start with than his best friend? “what are your thoughts on Lila?”

If Adrien wanted to change everyone’s opinion of Marinette and Lila, he supposed he would have to know those opinion’s first, and Nino, he felt, was the perfect candidate for that. He was a chill, relaxed person, who pretty much liked everybody. (Everybody except Adrien’s father, that is.) His opinion of Lila should be similar to an average of everyone else’s opinion, and Adrien could use that as an estimation of Lila’s- hopefully decreasing -popularity.

Nino scrunched up his nose, clearly confused by the change of subject. “Lila? I mean, she’s alright. Pretty nice. Alya really likes her.”

Adrien nodded thoughtfully. That was about what he expected him to say. “What do you think about her stories? It seems like she’s been everywhere, doesn’t it?”

Nino snorted. “Right? She says she knows everybody and anybody. It’s pretty crazy.”

Adrien’s eyes widened slightly, though Nino didn’t notice. ‘She says she knows everybody’? Not ‘she knows everybody’? If Adrien didn’t know any better, he might say that sounded a little bit like doubt.

“You don’t believe her?” He asked, carefully.

“No, no, I do.” Nino rushed to say, ignoring the game console that was now blinking ‘defeat’ on his side. “It’s just.. you know.. crazy. She’s been all over the world, knows all these different people, and she’s only fifteen. And she kept up with the school the whole time. It sounds like a lot.”

“Yeah, it definitely does.” Adrien agreed, setting his controller aside and hiding a smile. “And now, she’s been taking up the job as class president, even though she’s still planning charity events and working at homeless shelters and hanging out with Alya and the rest of the girls and doing homework.. It makes you wonder how she fits it all into her schedule.”

Nino chuckled. “Yeah, I- It’s.. I don’t know. I definitely couldn’t do it. What about you, though? What do you think about her? You seem to be really interested in her lately.”

Adrien had to bite the inside of his cheek to avoid laughing. Interesting was a word.

“Ah, well.. I guess I’m just curious about her more than anything. I’m a model who goes places and meets people all the time, and I haven’t met nearly as many famous people as she has. I wanna learn how she’s managed to not get in any news or magazines so far-”

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Adrien paused mid-word to whirl around and check his phone. He was honestly preparing himself for the disappointment already- why would this time be any different? -when his eyes landed on the tiny speech bubble that represented his text messaging app. His insides leaped at this sight, and he tried to swallow his excitement as he tapped the notification. Was it her? Had she finally texted him?

Marinette’s name splayed across the top of the screen, and it took every ounce of discipline for Adrien not to leap off the couch and cheer. She’d texted him! Marinette had finally texted him back!

~Hey, sorry it took me so long to text you. I’ve been helping my friends out with something. If you want, I can meet up with you at (something) café for lunch on Feb. 15th? Does that work for you?~

Lunch! Adrien wanted to scream. She was inviting him to lunch! Marinette did want to hang out with him more! This was perfect!

He quickly texted her back. 

~That sounds great! I’ll see you then ;D~

Adrien hadn’t even checked his schedule yet, but that didn’t matter. He was making this lunch date no matter what. Then he could talk with Marinette about his plans and maybe convince her to come back and-

“Was that your dad?” Nino asked, breaking Adrien from his thoughts yet again. That was probably a good thing though. He shouldn’t be getting too ahead of himself. From the way things looked, Marinette was really enjoying her new school life. It will probably take a lot of convincing to get her to come back. For now, he needed to take things slowly.

Slowly.

“Oh, yeah.” Adrien said, cool as a cucumber. “He was just telling me about my next photoshoot.”

“Another one? It’s not going to stop us from hanging out, is it?”

“No, no, it shouldn’t.” Not that he knew of, anyway. The only thing his meeting with Marinette would hopefully affect was everyone’s opinions of Lila. 

Nino relaxed slightly at the answer. “Good. He over-works you way too much. You should ask for a raise or something.”

 Adrien laughed. “I think I’d rather keep the time off that he gives me. Anyway, you ready to play another round? You lost, so now you have to catch back up.”

Nino eyed his controller with a slight smile. “Whatever, man, you know I’m gonna pass you up without a problem.”

“Sure you are.” Adrien smirked. “Just like how you were gonna pass me up last round.”

Nino laughed and snatched his controller up. “Oh, it’s on, dude.”

~~~~~~

Allegra drew in a deep breath, reveling in the scent of the special candles she’d ordered. Patchouli and Rosewood- the perfect thing to accentuate the rose bouquets delicately placed on the round tables and encourage the romantic mood for their party. With the lights dimmed and everyone dancing together on top of that, hearts were bound to be captured, and she couldn’t wait to see it, especially when it came to a particular pair.

Allegra set her candle down and subtly glanced over her shoulder at Felix and Marinette, who were currently stringing up the last stream of hearts on the other side of the room. They were both laughing and talking together, completely comfortable as Felix held the ladder steady and Marinette pinned her last balloon at the end of the stream. It was a cliché couple, really- the stoic, uptight rich boy falling hard for the sweet, adorable bakery girl -but Allegra was determined to see it work out. She’s always prided herself on getting unlikely people together, and these two were going to be her ultimate achievement. Of course, at this point, she supposed she could hardly call them an unlikely couple. They’ve been rather in-step with each other as of late. What with their muttering to each other during group-hang outs and sharing secret looks and sitting near each other on a regular basis. She might be inclined to be excited for the progress if she had any idea as to why they were suddenly so close. Last week, Felix was still gritting his teeth about being caught looking at Marinette, yet today, he’s talking and smiling and laughing with her openly. Laughing! Felix doesn’t laugh. He scowls and hisses and maybe smirks when he’s in a good mood, but he doesn’t laugh. Something monumental must have happened between the two that would encourage him to do so. So what was it? When was it? Her entire body was itching to know, and the fact that she knew she couldn’t ask only made it worse. If she tried to ask Felix about the event, he might clam up again, regressing the friendship. If she tried to ask Marinette about the event, the ravenette would probably become flustered or more hyper aware of Felix’s subconscious advancements, which, again, would probably regress the friendship. She was stuck either way.

“They’re driving me crazy.” She finally said, knowing the boys would hear her. If she couldn’t confirm her theories about Felix and Marinette’s interactions, she would rant about them to Claude and Allan instead.

As usual, Claude was the first to respond, glancing up from the party favors she had him arranging to ask, “What? Who’s driving you crazy?”

Allegra turned to him with a sigh and tilted her head ever-so-slightly in the “lovebirds’” direction. “They are. They’re acting differently than they were before, and I don’t know why.”

Claude straightened to glance over her shoulder for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly.

“You mean Felix and Marinette? They look the same to me.”

Allegra scrunched up her nose with a scoff. “What do you mean they look the same? You think Felix just laughs like that on a regular basis?”

Allan wandered over to their conversation then, also watching Marinette and Felix. The blond and ravenette didn’t even look up from the hearts on the wall, which was another big sign that they were becoming increasingly engrossed in each other. Felix was normally highly aware of his surroundings, as was Allegra, and he usually would have noticed the trio’s stares by now. But he didn’t, because he was too busy looking at Marinette instead.

“They have been a bit chummy lately.” Allan agreed, bringing a smile to Allegra’s lips. At least someone besides herself was paying attention.

“Well, yeah, but we knew that already.” Claude said. “They like each other, don’t they? Of course they would be chummy.”

“Yes, but not like that.” Allegra insisted. “Whether Felix likes her or not doesn’t change the fact that he’s technically being open around all of us right now. Isn’t that a bit strange to you? Besides, we still don’t actually know for sure that Marinette has a crush on Felix.”

Claude gave her a look. “What? I thought you said that she got all blushy and stuff when you talked about Felix at the sleepover.”

“She was, but Marinette gets blushy about a lot of things. And I was talking about how comfortable Felix is around her. That would probably make any girl blush.”

“She has a point,” Allan spoke up, “but I do think she might like him. She always gets this certain vibe when he’s around.”

“Oh, it’s definitely a possibility.” Allegra agreed. “You can totally spot the little ‘glow’ she gets when he talks with her, and even that’s improved since Felix changed things up.”

Claude’s eyes widened as he glanced at the pair again, seeming to study them closer this time. “Do you think she’s glowing more because he’s changed?”

“I’d say so,” Allegra answered, tapping her finger to her lip, “But what I want to know is why he changed and when. It can’t have been anything short of last week, because they only started acting this way recently, but what could have happened that we didn’t see? We’ve been with them the whole time.”

“Maybe they’ve been hanging out by themselves?” Allan suggested. “They’re not tied to us, you know.”

“I know, but wouldn’t we have heard about it? Marinette sends us pictures and such all the time. She would have mentioned her and Felix hanging out by themselves.”

Unless Marinette simply didn’t want to offend them, but Allegra still didn’t buy that explanation. As far as she knew, Felix and Marinette’s shift happened sometime after the sleepover, if not right after. It was as though they’d fallen asleep as usual, then woke up as different people entirely when it came to each other. So whatever happened must have happened during the sleepover.. but when? They were all together most of the night. Allegra supposed it could have happened during Hide and Seek, when they were all spread across the mansion, but moments like those were too quick and too tense and she certainly would have noticed Felix’s change in behavior then. That left her with.. A dead end, because the rest of the night, Marinette and Felix were always with one of the trio, even when they were all sleeping.

Unless the two hadn’t been sleeping..

“I don’t think we should overthink it.” Allan said, lightly nudging his shoulder into Allegra’s. “Marinette seems happier around Felix, and Felix is definitely happier around Marinette, so I say we take the win and let them keep getting closer on their own.”

“I agree.” Claude chimed in, surprising Allegra. He normally enjoyed meddling in others’ affairs as much as she did. “If they’ve made it this far without us getting too involved, they're bound to confess to each other at tomorrow’s party, especially with the ‘fake date’ we have planned for them.”

A smile found its way back onto Allegra’s lips. So he did intend to meddle. He just didn’t want to overthink Felix and Marinette’s sudden progress. She should have known. 

“That reminds me: I still have to finish arranging that.” Allegra remarked.

She spun on her heel, leaving the boys to their tasks again, and began crossing the room to Felix and Marinette. Their chuckles and smiles quieted down as she approached, but she paid it no mind. Felix was mostly the one to stop laughing, anyway.

“Are you guys all done?” Allegra inquired, not missing the way Felix gently touched Marinette’s arm to help her get off the ladder.

Marinette flashed her a smile. “Yep! We just finished the last streamer. What’s next?”

Allegra let out a hum. “Well, Felix still has to write all of those ‘thank you’ letters for the party favors-”

A tired sigh left the blond.

“-and we have to set up the caterer’s foods, but they aren’t coming in till tomorrow. So I think we’re pretty much done. Claude and Allan are just now finishing their last tasks too.”

“Oh, good!” Marinette beamed. “The place looks great already. I can’t wait to see everyone’s reactions tomorrow.”

Allegra smiled. “Neither can I. By the way, since everything’s practically set up, you two can go ahead and stay home until the party starts. That way you both have time to get ready.”

A hint of concern flicked across the ravenette’s features as she knitted her eyebrows together. “Are you sure? I don’t mind coming in early with you guys.”

“I do,” Felix cut in, a slight smirk on his lips as he added, “and I will gladly take the extra free time.”

Allegra smirked as well, because she knew that comment had to be for Marinette’s viewing pleasure. He wouldn’t have had a smirk otherwise, nor would he have held that mischievous glint in his eyes.

Of course, Marinette breathed out a chuckle and briefly rolled her eyes, capturing Felix’s attention immediately. She then offered Allegra a meaningful smile. 

“Well, if you change your mind, you can always text me.”

“Of course, but in case I don’t, why don’t you have Felix pick you up for the party tomorrow? Since you’re both not going to be arriving until later.”

Marinette and Felix exchanged a look, as though they were silently asking each other’s opinions, and Allegra had to hold back a snort. They were already reading each other and communicating in their own way. It was too cute and all too obvious. How did Claude not notice the difference earlier?

“I wouldn’t mind if you need a ride,” Felix finally spoke, pulling his shoulders up in a slight shrug, “but it’s your decision.”

Allegra swallowed a coo and glanced to the side, because this person in front of her who used to be dead-set on not helping anyone or scowling the whole way was being incredibly considerate, and she desperately needed a before-and-after video.

Marinette smiled up at him. “A ride would be nice, thanks. That way I don’t have to bother Maman or Papa about taking me at the end of their work shift.”

It was just the answer Allegra wanted to hear. Felix will be the first one to see Marinette in her new dress, and he will have plenty of time to become flustered over it during their drive to the party. Missing Felix’s face when he went to fetch Marinette was going to be a shame- since he himself mentioned how stunning she would look -but if they were lucky, perhaps he’ll still be wearing the expression when the two arrive.

“Great! I’ll call my driver so we can start getting ready to leave then.” Allegra said with a smile.

Marinette nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll go grab my purse and put up the ladder.”

“I’ll put up the ladder.” Felix cut in, already moving to close it. 

A frown tugged at the corner of her lips. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. They like their tools to be put back a certain way.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks, then.”

Allegra watched Marinette walk off, feeling a fresh wave of determination.. Gosh, they were already acting like they were in love with each other. Well, Felix was at least. Marinette was about that kind to anyone. Either way, things were going smoothly now, and it should only take a carefully-timed push for the two to really get the ball rolling. 

Valentine’s Day, Marinette and Felix being dressed up, both of them being alone together while dressed up, the sudden closeness- finally, all of her plans were coming together. The only thing that could possibly make this better was if Cupid himself came out to see them swoon over each other. 

That wasn’t going to happen, of course, but it didn’t need to, because Allegra was going to be glad to take his place.

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Ey, could you make food source reactions for Mammon & Levi like you did with the others?

I've read it like 3 times now, they're all so sweet and believable you did a great job!

You got it Fam! Glad you like them so much lol. (I got a lot more angsty with Mammon than I thought I would but I love him sooooo)

Mammon

This poor man. He gets to spend so little time alone with you. He has to make every second count. Between the hustling, modeling, and running from Lucifer, he’s a pretty busy guy. 

So he plans date nights. Just you, him, and his leather couch. Ya ain’t goin’ nowhere, ya hear? He looks forward to this every month. He pins it on his calendar too just so he doesn’t double book himself. 

Now, don’t get me wrong. Just cause he plans this doesn’t mean he necessarily has a plan. Not that you care. Most of his activities turn into trouble anyway, even when he is not trying.  

 Sometimes he teaches you how to play cards (also shows you human ways to cheat-just in case you need it). The hours are spent pleasantly sitting in his lap while he teaches you how to count cards.

But, most nights, he just wants to talk. He enjoys his time with you. You and him cuddling and chatting away the hours before passing out for the night. 

He has a lot of things he wants to know about you. To him, he feels like if he knows you better than the other brothers he’s won. 

Won what? Idk, your affection? Approval? He already has it, but he is insecure about his place in your heart regardless. 

This evening starts out like any other. Mammon dashing to the kitchens to pilfer some snacks and drinks before Beel can steal them all, and you bring your cute self over to his room. 

You two toss back a few drinks and spend some time looking over his latest photo shoots before going on to the main event. Tonight you brought one of your favorite human card games. It was like 20 questions, but some questions were more risque than others. Was it meant for more than two players? Yes, but whatever- Mammon wants to play it so you are.

You both are relaxed and drowsy by the time you start playing. Your stomachs are full of junk, and the morning moons are just on the horizon. It’s the perfect mixture for loose lips and secrets, before falling asleep in each other's arms. 

You pick easy cards first, jumping from silly innocent questions to one that made him blush from ear to ear. The hours pass quickly and Mammon’s answers become more slurred and accented as he tires out. 

He was on the verge of sleep when you ask,  “What’s your favorite dish?” 

It was a slip of the tongue, a long-lost memory pulled up from the dregs of his exhausted mind. He remembers a savory dish Barbatos use to make way back when. He can still smell the savory smoky spices mixing with the fresh vegetables and meat- Oh shit.

He feels you stiffen and he ain’t sleepy anymore, that’s for sure. Immediately up and apologizes. He stumbles over himself in his haste to explain himself. 

You spend the rest of the evening with him in your arms trying to comfort him as he tearfully swears he hasn’t eaten a person in a couple of hundred years. 

Mini Fic

He regrets it the moment the words slip out. His sleepy remark hangs out in the chilly air of his room. He feels you jerk in his arms as if punched. “Shit! I-I didn’t mean.” Mouth agape, he backtracks, tongue working faster than his overtaxed brain. He looks down at your head on his chest. 

Your eyes are wide. Their surprise reflected in the bright blue moonlight. His heart sinks to his stomach. Gods, he ruined it. “I’m sorry- I.”  Pushing you off of his chest he goes to grab his shirt and redress, ignoring the prickling heat growing at the corner of his eyes. He could sleep somewhere else tonight. You could have the room if you wanted, or at least give you a minute to flee in terror from the demon that masqueraded as your friend. He can’t look at you. Hells, he was too ashamed to even glance in your direction. What kind of idiot let’s slip that? They even had a council meeting about this very thing before you arrived. 

So lost in his panic he doesn’t notice you trying to get his attention. It wasn’t until you forcefully grab his arm did he hear you. “It’s ok Mammon.” You engulf him in your warm and comforting scent. Strong arms dragging him back to the crumpled sheets of his bed. Your soft fingers wipe at the silent tears streaking down his cheeks. 

He dislodges himself from your light grasp to rub at his own eyes. “How can ya’ say that?” Where was your sense of self-preservation? Ain’t humans supposed to be aware of such dangers? The irony wasn’t lost on him though. Being your ‘protector’ and all.

You shuffle closer, hellbent on comforting. His pack mark hums gently on his chest when you touch it. As much as his body wanted to run, your pact mark cemented him to his seat. He sits while you fuss over him slowly breathing through his mouth to calm his racing heart. He can’t help but drift closer to you when he feels your hand on the top of his head. When had he become so weak for you? 

“Well-How can I not?” You shrug. He closes his eyes when you start ruffling his fringe. “You’ve been nothing but sweet to me. Yes, you have,” You cut him off firmly before he can object. “Always my number one anyway.” That pulls a wet chuckle from your demon. His eyes clear up at your admission. “I trust you Mammon, honestly. I mean, I kinda knew that you’ve probably eaten a human or two in your life. Knowing, and knowing are more different than I thought.” 

 Mammon cages you in his arms, his nose brushing along your neck and jawline. “Damn-.” He huffs covering you in his warm body, arms tight around your sides. “I’m sorry. I ruined tonight.” Mammon sighs into your skin. 

You hug him back. “Nonsense, if you want to get technical I think you won this game. I can’t top that answer.” You push away with a wide yawn. “Now can we go back to bed?” With a nod, he flops over pulling you down with him. You bully your way into his arms again. Sighing constantly you snuggle in for the night, ready to drift off. His eyelids began to feel heavy again too. Your soft weight on him like a security blanket. He listens to your slowly beating heart, matching his breathing to yours. The rhythmic thumps working to calm him better than his noise machine. He basks in your presence, rubbing his broad hand down your back for a moment before you speak again.

“Hey, Mammon.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Do you think I would taste good?” 

Leviathan 

Awkward boy. Of course, he has had his fair share of humans. Not particularly his favorite through. A lot of the time it wasn’t on purpose. His demon form is big and sometimes more than just fish and other demons get swallowed up. Course when that happened, they weren’t exactly fresh either. Bleh-just thinking about it makes his stomach turn. 

No, he never got a taste for it, even when it was served in the royal palace. The memories of the sea are still pretty vivid. It never really crosses his mind anymore. Till you bring it up.

He invites you over for a game night. A new VR game he had been saving up for just dropped and he had to play it with you.

It was a horror stealth game. Heavy on critical thinking and solving puzzles in real-time.

Your two characters were on a race against time against a flesh eating cult that had invaded a small village. He thought it was a fun concept and you both liked horror games. He didn’t notice how quiet you had gotten until you had set your controller down. 

You ask during a loading screen after a pretty graphic cut scene of a npc getting caught. How realistic was that cut scene? Had he ever eaten a human before?

Boy is a brighter pink than Ruri-chan’s signature outfit (and twice as cute lbr) 

He gets so flustered that he misses the start of the next round and gets you both eaten. 

He doesn’t take conflict well. Like at all. He much rather slink off into his fish tank and hide than answer you. In fact, that sounds like an excellent idea.  

He slithers back out of his tank hours later thinking you had left or found a better brother to hang out with. Yucky people eaters like him aren’t good company for humans. 

You jump him the minute his feet are back on solid ground. Have an answer now you must! Yrssss. 

Mini Fic

“L-Let go!” Levi shrieks, caught in your sneak attack. He locks up when you jump him, all four of your limbs wrapping around his soaking body like an octopus. 

“No!” You squeeze him harder taking full advantage of the fact that he won’t remove you himself. You feel the heat of his blush through his soaked clothes as you cling closer. If he could blush any harder you were pretty sure steam would be wafting off of him. 

“Why do you want to know anyway?” He wiggles gently, trying to loosen your tight grip. 

“Morbid curiosity.” Well, at least you were honest. He was still going to say no, you didn’t need to know that about him. He opens his mouth to shut you down but makes the mistake of looking at you. The words die when he catches the pout growing on your face. Oh no- his one weakness. Your way your lower lip pops out adorably, accompanied by slightly puffed-out cheeks. It was a one-two punch to his defenses. 

“I-they weren’t on purpose.” He pleads. Nevermore in his life did he wish he could turn into a mist-like his brother. He feels you slip off of him. Your bare feet don’t make a sound on his carpeted floor. “It just happened sometimes.” He admits. You accept it for a few seconds before his words fully hit you.

“Wait? How do you accidentally eat someone?” You ask incredulously. “All though- that’s something Beel might do.” You ponder the logistics and step back to give him some space.

He rights himself, wicking the moisture from his coat and pants with magic until he is completely dry again. You start asking a dozen more questions in rapid fire. It was enough to make his head spin. You were too curious for your own good. “Ever heard of basking whales?”  

You blink. 

Levi sighs and waves a hand to himself.  “When I lived in the ocean… I’m big ya know. I kinda would just open my mouth and swallow. Whatever I caught I ate.” He waits for you to get the jest. Most of the time it was smaller fish and aquatic mammals. When a demon encroached on his territory he would eat them too. The dead were meant for his army, but sometimes they got sucked into.

Instead of nodding in understatement, you cover your mouth with the palm of your hand and snort. His eyes grow big and his blush turns brighter. You were spending way too much time with Asmo. “No-Not like that!” His flailing only makes you laugh harder. Great, as if he didn’t want to die of embarrassment already.

“Well word it better, nerd.” You laugh retreating back to the mound of pillows you claimed for gaming, VR headset in hand. “Come on, we have to start over now- thanks to someone.”

“You started it!” Levi shoots back grabbing up his gear as well. He fiddles with it for a moment before glancing back at you. You were oblivious to inner turmoil over this admission. A naval admiral was one thing. Humans had them too, that wasn’t too much for you to comprehend. Being a devil was easy enough to understand too, at least in his mind. But eating people? Shouldn’t you be more concerned? “So-that’s it?”

You look up questioningly. “What’s it?” 

He raises a purple brow. “You have nothing else to say? I just admitted to eating people!” 

“Not really.” You shrug. “I can’t get too pressed about it. It’s not like you are human. I’m like what-at the bottom of the food chain to you, right?” Levi nods. “See! So no point stressing over it. ‘Sides, you haven’t munched on me yet.” You turn your attention back to the screen, flicking your controller to wake his flat-screen back up. “Unless~” He gulps at the sly eyebrow wiggle you throw at him, the shit eating grin that accompanied it only made him worry.  “Perhaps you just have an appetite for seamen.” 

Your peals of laughter mix with his shrill yelps of objection, as he tackles you. His previous worries were completely forgotten by your teasing. 

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