#and he sat there painting his nails and scrolling his phone while i was reading the descriptions out loud from the book

[we-fucked-up-evolution]

hey neurotypicals, how do you tell you best friend "i know you have a life and all but i noticed you keep putting off things related to me or suggestions i make which you've agreed would help you, and i'm assuming you're not doing it on purpose but it's still really hurtful and i'm reaching the end of my rope regarding my patience with you? and as some point i might blow up with pent up frustration and then you'll get mad at me and not understand why i'm upset and i'll cry and you'll be more careful for a couple weeks and it'll start all over again"

#sorry i just need to vent to myself for a minute #i'm getting angry sad and frustrated #i've sent him multiple jobs applications to help him get out of the service industry which he's been wanting to do for years #he's not sent a single CV #i became a D&D DM partly because he wanted to play and now he keeps putting off important little things he's gotta to for next session #last night he had to pick a circle for his druid #and he sat there painting his nails and scrolling his phone while i was reading the descriptions out loud from the book #this morning i asked him to pick some creatures to wildshape into #his response screamed “i'm saying i'll do it and then pretend i forgot and give you a half-assed apology about being busy” #this man and i have been soulmates for over six years but i'm so lost in this relationship rn #i feel like i do everything for him and he doesn't care #and he does nothing for me

[justtwotired]

Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

Previous - next

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Tag list: @beachcombers-boyfriend @cipheress-to-k-pop @whore-of-many-hot-men @bodieohbo @anyth1ngfor0urmoony @luvizuku

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Your POV:

I sat in the park with Lloyd and his friends, my back leaning against Kai’s as I scrolled on TikTok.

Kai was playing a game of cards with Zane while Jay and Cole where chasing each other around for god knows what, all I heard was something about Jay liking someone’s instagram with Cole’s account.

Lloyd was sat a few feet away from me while Nya painted his nails. We had all gotten our nails painted in our favourite colour by Nya, Lloyd was the very last one.

“Oh, would you look at this,” I grinned, catching the attention of Kai, Nya, Zane and Lloyd, not knowing if Cole and Jay had heard me as they had just landed in the grass about ten feet away, still arguing.

“A quiz made by a girl on tiktok,” I grinned. “Which Ninja is your soulmate?” I quoted and they all shared glances before laughing.

“A what now?” Cole and Jay both looked up from where they had been fighting.

“Shall I take the ultimate test?” I asked, clicking the link. It hadn’t take me long to realise that if Lloyd was the green ninja, that his friends where the other ninja and who would be who.

Kai turned around to look over my shoulder as I took the ultimate test.

“Oh, look at that, how classic, what is my favourite colour,” I chuckled at the question.

“That is such bullshit, the answers are only the colours of our gi,” Kai said from behind me.

“But what is your favourite colour?” Jay grinned and I shot a glance at Lloyd, who gave me a look.

“Gotta be green, right?” He asked and I pursed my lips.

“I have two favourite colours.” I said and chuckled. “One of them is in fact green…” I announced, making Lloyd grin. “The other is red, so which do I choose?” I asked.

“Red, obviously,” Kai already clicked before I even had the chance, making me laugh and Lloyd let out an offended noice.

“Which of these animals is your favourite,” I read the question. “An orca, a falcon, a snake, a horse, a tiger or a dog,” I read and frowned. “And who would be who?” I looked around the group.

“Zane is probably the falcoln,” Nya said. “and I am probably the orca, because water,” she reasoned. “But the others, no idea,”

I shrugged and just clicked f/a.

I answered a few more questions and then my results came in, making Kai burst out laughing.

“Who is it?” Jay asked excitedly, while Kai just kept laughing and an amused smile formed on my face.

“The Earth ninja is your soulmate,” I read aloud, making Nya and Jay also burst out laughing.

“I guess this is it Lloyd,” Cole grinned. “Seems like she’s leaving you for me,” he said and Lloyd gave him an unamused look.

“Sorry Lloyd, but it was Cole from the start,” I said dramatically. Cole winked at me and I blew him a kiss as reaction, making the others laugh even harder and even Lloyd chuckled a bit.

After that, we all went back to what we where doing, Cole joined Kai and Zane with their card game and Jay sat next to me to watch TikTok’s.

After a while, I got a call from an unknown number and frowned.

“Who’s that?” Jay asked and I shrugged.

“No idea,” I answered, making Jay grin brightly. “Pick up and put your phone on speaker, these calls are always interesting,” he said and I smiled and did as he asked.

“Hello? Who’s this?” I asked and my eyebrows raised when I heard the voice on the other side.

“Hey, N/n, it’s James,” he started off. “First off, I want to tell you that I love you so much and you are my best friend in the whole world,” he said and I could hear Luna in the background as she let out an offended noice.

“Yes,” I said sceptically. “And then?” I questioned and we all heard him awkwardly chuckle.

“Can I borrow 12.000 dollars?” He asked and my eyes widened in shock. “Please?” He quickly added.

“Twelve- what did you do? Why do you need it?” I asked, all eyes where now on me as everyone was interestedly what the hell was happening.

“No improtant, just first tell me yes or no,” he pleaded. “We’ll pay you back,” he said and I huffed.

“You better pay me back if I’m spending that much money on you- what do you need it for?” I asked and there was a pause on the other side.

“An escape room?” He said hesitantly and I heard Luna laugh in the background.

“What kind of escape room costs 12.000 dollars?” I asked and it was silent on the other side again.

“Jail,” he then said and I opened my mouth to say something and then closed it again, not knowing what to say for a moment.

“JAMES CHAPMAN WHAT DID YOU DO?” I yelled out and he nervously chuckled.

It was Luna’s idea,” he started.

“Was not!” She yelled at him from the background.

“Please, N/n, we’ll tell you later- but you’re like- the only person with this kind of money that we know, and we can’t bail ourselves out, so we called you,” he said and I groaned.

“What do you mean ‘the only one’ the twins are richer then I am if you include their money,” I said and he nervously chuckled again.

“About that,” he said and I groaned.

“Please don’t tell me they’re also there,” I said and I heard him swallow on the other side.

“What? No, of course not,” he said and was silent for a moment. “Yeah, okay, they are also here.”

“Which prison are you, I’ll come get you,” I said and I stood up.

“Oh, don’t worry, we’re not in prison, just a holding cell, but they already gave us a bail price, so…” he spoke and I was silent for a few seconds.

“James,” I started. “How long have you been there?” I asked and I heard him silently conversing with the others before speaking again.

“Yeah… like one day, maybe one and a half, but we just came back from the judge and we need 12.000 in total to be bailed out,” he said and I let out a sigh.

“Alright, I’ll be there in an hour or less,” I said before hanging up.

“Can someone maybe bring me to the local police station?” I asked and I looked around the group who stared at me owlishly.

“Lloyd, what did you get yourself into?” Kai said before standing up. “Come on, trouble, I’ll take you to the police station to bail your friends out of jail,” he said.

With a sigh I followed after him, both getting into his car.

It took a while for me to be able to get the money, I did have to borrow some from my dad, who just decided not to even start asking questions.

Then it took about an hour at the police station, as they weren’t sure if they’d let me bail out all for of them, especially because I was only eighteen.

“Where did you even get all of this money?” The woman at the front desk asked. “You seem rather young,”

“The last time I checked that wouldn’t be any of your concern,” I told her. “I am just here to get my friends out for- whatever they even did,” I said and she gave me a look before typing away on her computer.

Finally, I managed to get them all out and stood outside, giving them all unamused glares as they did the walk off shame, being brought out by two officers.

“Hey, N/n,” James tried to say with a bright smile on his face. I scoffed and turned around, followed by Kai. The four exchanged glances before quickly following.

“You four have 5 minutes to explain to me what you did and I am giving you guys one day to pay me back,” I said sternly when we sat in the car.

Lloyd POV:

It was almost ten when Kai came walking into the monastery with an exhausted look on his face. Me and the others were seated in the couch, watching a movie.

“Lloyd,” he started and I looked over at him. “You’ve got one rich girlfriend with a bunch of idiotic friends,” he said and let out a heavy sigh.

“I am going to bed, I am so lost and confused, that girl is going to be our downfall, Jesus fuckign Christ,” he went grumbling down the hallway as we all laughed at him.

The next day, it was the third of December, and I had in fact, remembered the song that Y/n and her friends had made us listen to.

So, now I was making my way over to her house to personally hand her one of my sweaters before I had to back to the monastery and train with the others.

I knocked on the door and one of their staff opened up, smiling at me when she recognised me.

“Y/n, Lloyd is here!” She called up the stairs.

“Coming!” I heard my girlfriend yell before footsteps came running down the stairs. “Thank you,” she thanked her staff member before smiling at me.

“Lloyd, I thought you said you couldn’t hang out,” she leaned against the doorframe, a bit out of breath.

“Yeah, I can’t, but I came to bring you this,” I handed her the sweater and her mouth fell open slightly while the corners of her lips curled up.

She gave me an amazed look before crashing into me to hug me. “Thank you so much!” She said and kissed my cheek, making me chuckle.

“I need to get going now, but I’ll see you Tuesday, I’m covering for Kai’s self defence lessons,” I let her know and she grinned at me.

“I’ll see you then,” she said, giving me a quick peck on the lips before closing the door again.

God did I love her.

#ninjago lloyd x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #ninjago city #lego ninjago #Ninjago

[psychotic4ghost]

Blood Under The Bridge A story by Psychotic4Ghost

Chapter 1 - Decode The Ghost

TW: Strong Language ♡ Light mentions of alcohol ♡ ♡ Masterlist | chapter 2 ♡ WC: 1.5k ♡ A/N: This has been in the works for awhile now and I'm really proud of how it's turned out so far. My best friend is helping me edit this story and I couldn't be more grateful to her. Sorry for making y'all wait, but without further ado, here's chapter one c:

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Gentle snowfall covered the streets below Mykie Jamison’s apartment balcony. The aroma of the freshly brewed coffee filled her nostrils as she watched the hustle of the night life, cyclists dodged inattentive walkers as they strolled the streets, paying more focus to their phones than their surroundings. Phones; small little devices that the world put all their information into. Credit card details, social security number, loved ones names, the first street they lived on, and more, all at their fingertips. All at her fingertips. Behind her, through the open door of her loft, sat her laptop on her couch, just waiting for her to work her magic. 

Her current hit was a small business, one that had been basically robbing people of their money. Overcharging for a product that was barely worth the price. Mykie’s goal was to rewire the money so she could return it to its rightful owners, but not before taking her cut. She pushed off the railing where she stood, turning on her heels; her chestnut hair flowing in the cool breeze behind her as it settled at the mid of her back. 

Her apartment was decent. The walls were intact and the hot water worked. It was more than she could ask for, especially at the price point. She curled back into her spot on the couch, leaving the breeze a way to sneak past her cracked balcony door. The blinding white lights of her laptop illuminated her pale skin while her jade gaze lasered in on her task. Her ruby red nails tapped away at the keyboard until she heard that sweet, sweet sound of her banking app’s notification. Success. 

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“Another promotion?” one of Mykie’s friends, Joey, asked as they sat at a small high top table in a local bar.

“Yup, I’m on a roll.” Mykie raised her glass to her lightly painted, rosy lips. She had another successful night and had a little extra spending money on hand so she offered to take her friends out for drinks. 

“I dunno how you do it, mate. Three promotions in just two months. But I won’t say no to free drinks.” The blonde known as Mary, raised their glass in a cheer. 

“So, where do ya work again Rose?” Joey asked.  Rose, an alias. The same one written on her bank forms, and any other legal form for that matter. 

“Just some dumb firm. Nothing crazy, desk work.” Mykie made a shooing motion with her hand with a British accent heavy on her lips. While it was convincing, it was far from the truth. 'Rose' might've been born and raised in London for all these people knew but, Mykie was a purebred Scot.

A few weeks rolled by as Mykie droned on with her life; reading new books, trying new foods and upgrading her tech when she could. On one snowy night, she happened to be scrolling through some random Facebook posts about long lost people from her past when a picture of her father resurfaced. She scrunched her nose at the sight of him. He was donned up in his military garb. Typical brown camo with patches littering his chest and shoulders. A British flag next to a Scottish one, SAS, and one that caught her eye, 141. 

Mykie examined the post more. It was private, meaning that she shouldn’t be able to see this photo. She had never viewed it before in her childhood home so, why is it showing up on the internet of all places? "In Loving Memory" was written at the top of the post. 

She hated the fact that he was even given a memorial post after what he did. She tossed the thought to the side and decided to dig more on the 141 badge. After endless hours of scrolling and research, she couldn’t find anything on what the 141 could mean. Maybe it was a squad number? Her father was a captain at some point, just before he was discharged. 

“I shouldn’t…” Mykie muttered to herself. She tapped her chin in contemplation, what she was thinking of doing was beyond illegal. The FBI could end up on her tail if she wasn’t careful. With a heavy sigh, the woman knew she couldn't resist the risk. So, she popped open a bottle of bourbon, cracked her knuckles, and jumped down the 141 rabbit hole.

Bingo.

“Task Force 141…He was a part of a task force?” she asked the empty air around her. More files popped up as she continued to weed through all the information. “Captain Rodney Jamison. Discharged for violent acts in 2009… John Price, promoted to Captain of the 141 in 2011.” Mykie’s eyes scanned the pages about John Price, taking in as much as she could about him. He had a goofy smile and a fisherman hat in one of his photos, the others remained more professional. 

“Soap? Who the fuck calls themselves ‘Soap’?” Mykie exclaimed out loud. “John “Soap” MacTavish. That’s a Scottish name if I ever did hear one.” 

Another name crossed her screen, “Kyle “Gaz” Garrison. Pretty standard I guess.”

Mykie continued to read each person's file until she got to a particularly interesting one. 

Ghost.

All it said was Ghost. No name, no picture, and barely any information. This bugged Mykie. No, it really bugged her. Not having the information after all the time she spent working on this felt like a defeat and despite all she had found, it felt fleeting. 

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Nights had passed as Mykie slaved away at her computer. She was determined to find out more about this Ghost individual. Even just a name would ease her tensions. But ultimately, the name was nowhere to be found. It was like whoever this person was, never actually existed and was planted here just to mess with Mykie. 

Frustrated, she slammed her laptop shut and threw it onto the couch next to her. She ran her hands through her hair.

 “A run. I need a fucking run.” Mykie pushed herself from her couch and gathered gear for her night excursion. She lived in a small neighborhood in London. It had nice paths for morning jogs and parks for relaxing. Small shops and cafes lined the streets near her apartment with heavy foot traffic of the morning goers hurrying to their jobs. 

Mykie had a route, one she walked when she was too in her head about something. She had taken the path many times before but something felt different this time. Someone felt different this time. There were some people that Mykie would see every time she did this run; older people sitting on the benches by the ponds, the same kids who would play on the playset each morning before school but it was her, the blonde. Every time Mykie would pass a certain part, she’d see her, the same lady with blonde hair pulled back into a bun and a deep blue trench coat. 

Mykie cut her run short, she was too spooked to continue. She doubled back down a path that led to her complex. Quickly, without stopping to breathe, she made it to her front door. 

“Okay, that’s it, I’ve lost my fucking mind.” Mykie ran both her hands through her sweat drenched hair. Her lungs felt thick as she pushed the icy air from them. 

The shower head spilled hot water over Mykie’s shoulders as she replayed her morning over and over in her mind. Was she being followed? She couldn’t have been, she knew everyone in the town and she covered her tracks well enough. The hacker did her best to force the thoughts into the back of her mind as she made breakfast. 

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Another week passed by Mykie. She was starting to feel uneasy every time she left her apartment because she saw the same woman out of the corner of her eye everywhere she went. In the supermarket, the café, bars, bus stops, and even the library. Everywhere Mykie went, she saw the same lady but always in her peripherals. She started locking herself in her apartment and succumbed to only delivery for her food. But, money was running low and Mykie hadn’t hit another business in awhile. Her mind wasn’t in a working condition for her to do the things she needed to do. 

A quick knock broke Mykie from her thoughts. It was her front door, someone was knocking. She didn’t order any take out or deliveries, so there was no reason for someone to be knocking on her door. Panic flooded her mind as she pulled herself from her bedroom floor where she was sat. 

Her hand wrapped around the cold doorknob in what felt like slow motion. Another quick knock hit the door, startling Mykie as she gripped the handle tighter before twisting it to the left. With a quick tug of the handle it opened only for the same blonde hair and blue trench coat to  be staring back at Mykie however this time, piercing blue eyes stared back. 

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#BloodUnderTheBridge #BUTB #AStoryByPsychotic4Ghost #call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #mw2 #simon riley #ghost mw2 #simon riley call of duty #ghost call of duty #mw2 simon riley #oc #simon x mykie #ghost x mykie #mykie “siren” jamison #Mykie Jamison

[lnfours]

I’m sorry you’re sad ily :((( here’s a Soft idea: a self care night w Tom. He’s the one who suggests it bc you’re feeling down — taking a bath together, and then doing face masks, and then he paints your nails 🥺

PLEASE emma 🥺🥺🥺 i love u so much

soft tom concepts

you laid in bed, scrolling through your phone and liking a bunch of comments people had left on your recent picture with tom, smiling when you’d see they had freaked out about your reply to them.

toms fans had shown nothing but support for the two of you, however, there was still a handful of fans who didn’t like the two of you together, mainly because you were the first girlfriend tom had had since him and zendaya parted ways. you tried to ignore it, but deep down, you felt them getting to you.

tomsspideysuit123: you’re the reason tom and zendaya broke up 🙄 what a homewrecker

tsh22: you’re such a gold digger/clout chaser, idk how anyone can stand you 🥱

tomdayastan178: i really hope tom comes to his senses one day and realizes that you’re not the one 😬

you saw people who were true fans tell the haters to mind their business, but some part of you couldn’t help but think that they were right.

outside the bedroom door, you heard the boys hoop and holler over the soccer game that was on the tv. all of them shouting at different players and cheering whenever their team made a goal. after the game was over, tom had made his way to your shared bedroom.

he opened the door,”that game was crazy!”

you looked up at him from your phone screen,”did they win?”

he nodded, slipping his jersey off,”yeah, the winning goal was shot with only a few minutes left.”

you smiled and nodded, going back to your phone as you tried your best to ignore what people were saying. you came across tom’s comment, which had a bunch of replies.

tomholland2013: my angel, i love you.

you liked his comment before replying back to his comment with an ‘i love you’. he hopped up on the bed, climbing over you as he watched your eyes scan quickly over words.

“love,” he got your attention,”what’re you reading?”

you shook your head,”nothing. it’s nothing-“

before you could even tell him not to worry about it, he took your phone from your grip. you sighed as he scrolled through the comments, eyebrows furrowed as he read the rude words that his ‘fans’ had been saying to you. his eyes met yours and you gave him a tight lipped smile.

“don’t read anything those people are saying,” he said, locking your phone and tossing it to the side of the bed,”and don’t you dare believe it, either.”

you looked up at him,”it’s easier said than done, tom.”

“i know, trust me,” he said, his hands cupping your face,”i know the real you. those people don’t. the ones who know, they’re the only ones who matter. not someone who’s spending their time posting hate comments instead of doing something better with their life.”

you nodded, sniffling,”but what if they’re right-“

“they’re wrong,” he said sternly,”i will do anything for you to believe me when i say that.”

he wiped the tears that were falling down your cheeks and kissed your forehead. he pressed kisses to your cheeks before kissing your lips softly.

“i love you, more than anything in the world.”

you hugged him tight,”i love you, too.”

you both sat in the comfort of each other for a little while before tom popped up, getting off the bed and motioning for you to give him your hands.

“c’mon, i’ve got the perfect idea.”

you gave him a confused look, but he insisted you follow him. you let him take your hands and he guided you into the bathroom. he held up his index finger to you, a silent way of asking to give him a minute. he walked over to the tub and turned the water on.

“we’re gonna take a bath,” he said,”i’m gonna go get some wine. you pick out a face mask.”

you smiled, letting out a soft giggle as he made his way to the kitchen. you went through your skincare drawer, pulling out 2 sheet masks. you walked over to the tub and turned the water off so it wouldn’t overflow.

he returned with a bottle of red and two wine glasses, a smile on his face.

“ready for a self care sunday?”

you laughed,”sure, tiktok boy.”

#tom holland #mail time #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland blurb #tom holland blurbs #tom holland one shot #momma emma #fluff #blurb #blurb night

[kemakoshume]

「𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐳𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧」 (maki x reader, yuuji x megumi, nobara x miwa)᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ~[𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞]~ ᠃

a/n; hello my loves. i'm currently writing this as i recover from having my tonsils taken out :D i'm h*rny as hell and drowning my pain in very strong pain killers so yeah lmao. i hope this reads how it's playing in my head. all the characters are aged up, in college. here’s what i listened to while writing this ~ [3.9k words in pt. 1] enjoy!

warnings; nsfw, minors DNI or i'll beat your ass. this is part ONE. this will be two parts. this is gonna have oral (giving & receiving), fem!fem sex, fem!reader, inexperienced maki, peeping toms megumi & yuuji so slight dubcon for voyeurism, handjobs, switching perspectives, an orgy if you squint. one of those "let's teach each other how to kiss" things that goes a lil too far.

part two will be: here once posted.

"How exactly do you... do sex? Like, in general?"

In the hectic aftermath of midterms, almost all of the students in your dorm had taken it upon themselves to venture out and about away from your shared living space. This left you and your small group of friends to enjoy your home as you liked.

After showering and prepping for the sleep that would eventually take you later that night, you made your way into the small common room conjoined between your individual dorm rooms. Maki, Miwa, Nobara, Mai, and Momo had already been gathered in the room, chatting over the low noise of the common space's tv, some eating around the large circular table that sat in the middle of the room while Maki lounged on the floor in front of the couch, scribbling in her notebook.

You plopped yourself down onto the couch, letting your arm go slack into the bag of chips Maki slid your way once you'd settled.

"Hey, are you guys positive that professor Satoru isn't the "blowjob for an A" type?" Miwa questioned passively, scrolling through her phone to look at her midterm review grades, "He's way too hot not to be a slut and I will cash in on that for my benefit if the opportunity is there."

Nobara chuckled, shaking her head as she swallowed down a mouthful of salmon roll she'd gotten from a nearby shop that evening.

"Dude, good luck trying to crack that walnut open. I've heard he actually likes women older than him, not younger. So he is a slut, just not for our age demographic."

The bubblegum blue-haired girl huffed, aggressively sliding her thumb to the next page of her grades sheets.

"That's such a loss for the girls," Momo sighed, blowing her freshly painted nails as she moved to start on her toes, "Good for the mommy demographic though! He totally has the "sexy guy you cheat on your husband with" vibe. The "hot guy who gets your groove back." "Make me feel sexy again after this baby" tings."

“Oh god,” Mai groaned, visibly as disgusted as she sounded, “Please. I don’t see what the hype is around Gojo sensei. He’s cute and all but way too cocky.”

“Yeah, he’s cocky as hell but he has kinda earned the right to be that way Mai,” Maki said matter of factly, “He has the most accolades out of his whole department for a reason. His being here is more of a favor for the school than the other way around. But… now that I think about it, that’s also the reason he’s such a tough grader.”

"I’m so glad I dropped his class last semester,” Nobara said, "I got Geto’s class instead and my mental health will forever thank me for it.”

Momo moaned out loud like she’d eaten the most delectable bite of any dessert she’d ever tried.

“Oh god, Geto sensei. Now that's a face I wanna see between my legs. He has the whole stoic strong type thing going on. Plus, the hair. Who doesn’t love an older man with long hair?"

Mai faux gagged, collecting her food from the microwave once it’s beeps rang through the room.

“Whatever Mai, you’d hop on that if the opportunity came up and you know it,” you teased, inhaling another mouthful of salted crisps.

“Hm,” Nobara hummed loudly, “I don’t know about that actually. Someone might be too busy gargling a certain someone else’s balls to see the opportunity coming at her in time to catch it.”

Everyone’s eyes opened wide at that, instantly staring at the juniper-haired twin.

“Okay, listen,” she said, a smile creeping onto her lips.

“No fucking way!” Miwa yelled, slamming her nail polish down on the table, “You’ve been sleeping with Todo? I knew it! Since when?”

“Well,” she said, blowing off the steam from her noodle dish, “We aren’t exactly sleeping together. He just likes eating me out and sometimes he fucks my thighs or will jerk off with my toes in his mouth or something. Not exactly “home base” or anything. I don’t know if I want him in me yet. He might never leave me alone if I let him.”

Miwa’s jaw was basically touching the floor.

“You what? That’s more intimate than sex I think. Don’t you guys think?” she said, directing the question towards all of you.

You shrugged, rolling the bag of chips closed from where you hung upside down on the couch.

“I’m not sure, really. I don’t know how you measure levels of intimacy, cause it’s not like a clear thing. Some simple things feel really intimate and sometimes sex feels very cut and dry, it just kinda depends I guess.”

Nobara nodded, gulping down some water to clear her mouth since she’d finished her salmon roll.

“I agree. I’ve literally had someone do anal with me on the first date and it felt so chill it was almost weird.”

Momo hummed, inspired enough to share with the group.

“I think the most intimate sex I’ve had to date was that one time Mai very drunkenly asked me if she could practice her tongue tricks on my pussy a few months ago. Even then, we’re still friends and fuck other people, and everything’s normal with us. Intimacy is a weird weird thing.”

You turned your head to see Mai silently nodding in agreement before gently fist-bumping the petite blonde.

“Wow. Am I not adventurous enough?” Miwa groaned, “I thought finally working up the courage to ask Kokichi if he’d be interested in having sex with me from behind was wild. Maki, what’s been your best?”

You didn’t miss how she shrunk in a bit on herself, pointedly ignoring all of your gazes.

“Maki?” you questioned, awaiting some sort of answer from the hazel-eyed beauty.

That's when Maki spoke, her characteristic brazenness notably subdued when she muttered out the question, "Well, I’m not really… I don’t know how... How exactly do you do sex? Like, in general?"

You blinked blankly at the pine-haired girl sat across from you on the tatami-covered floor of your communal room.

“Wait, what?” Nobara questioned, her eyebrows quirked closer together on her forehead.

"Maki, have you never..." Miwa, the sweetest of your group whispered. Her hands were frozen as they hovered above her blue locks, like she physically couldn't continue tying her hair back into a ponytail until the question had been removed from the air.

She groaned, an exasperated sound vibrating its way around in her throat.

“No, I’m not a virgin. Not necessarily. I’ve done little things but like… it’s never been good,” she explained, punctuating her words with her hands, “I’ve only had guys do it the regular way and even then I don’t even… men just don’t make me feel good, but I’m also just not sure if it’s the positions or something that’s wrong. It’s all kinda confusing and porn is so trash and fake, I refuse to watch it to try and learn anything, but it’s hard finding people that I think are worth the time or effort to try and hook up with at this school and just… ugh.”’

You looked at the frustrated expression on your friend’s face, wanting nothing more than to make that look disappear.

“I mean,” you said, the confidence from years of experience coming out in your words, “I’d be down to show you some things. Like, positions and stuff to keep in mind for next time you’re with someone that might feel better.”

The girl’s eyes snapped to look at you, though no one said a word against the offer now hanging in the air. No one moved to leave either.

“She did get called the “Succubus Whore in 824” our entire spring semester for a reason,” Momo commented, thinking over your offer, “The girl had everyone trying to bust down her door for “lessons” all term. I’d accept.”

Nobara nodded in agreement, memories from the last few months flooding into the forefront of her brain. So many moans heard through the walls, so little time.

“Megs and Yuuji are together now and I still think they’d cry tears of joy if [y/n] offered to be a third for them again,” she chuckled, “I’m pretty sure they’re out on the hunt for a replacement tonight as we speak, or maybe they went home. I don’t know. I haven’t seen them all day, but regardless. She’s our little national sex treasure.”

You chuckled, doing a princess wave as you accepted your praises.

“Come on, just a demonstration,” Miwa suggested, “You have one of the most sought-after bed warmers on this entire campus offering to help you. I’m taking notes.”

You could see the wheels turning in Maki’s brain. The two of you had been friends for the better part of a year, the origins of that friendship known but long passed at this point. Her friends were yours and almost every social aspect of your lives were interwoven. She was sweet and headstrong, and you admired her. You also knew her well enough to know you could do this and things would be fine, whatever direction they may take.

“Fine,” she sighed, rolling her eyes playfully as she got up to join you on the couch, “I’ll bite. Teach me your ways.”

You hopped up from where you were hanging off the couch, adjusting your frilly shorts and cropped spaghetti strap shirt to where your clothes laid comfortably against your skin again. You let Maki relax into the couch in front of you, sitting like she normally would.

“Okay so, what do guys normally do when you get ready to do the do?” you questioned, thinking over some of your favorite types of foreplay you’d done over the years.

Maki let her eyes search the ceiling as if the tiles would hold the answer.

“Uh, they normally just kiss me or something.”

“And then…” you said, motioning for her to continue.

“Then,” she thought, looking as if she was struggling to come up with an answer already, “Then they might kiss my neck for a little bit. Then they’d try to finger me or rub where they think my clit is. Some guys have tried going down on me but it’s never very good and like ⅘ I just asked to leave afterward, it didn’t even get to the sex part.”

Maki made a hissing sound from her teeth like that sentence had caused her physical pain.

“Jesus christ Maki, where are you finding these people?”

She shrugged, at a loss as to what to say for herself.

“I don’t know! It was always local guys or someone I’d met out at a bar and we’d been drunk or something. It’s hard meeting guys and liking them enough to try and literally none of them have made the energy wasted seem worth it.”

You shook your hand, holding your hand to your heart.

“Dear god,” you gasped, “Okay, no. We need to run through some things.”

You scooched your body closer to hers, arranging your legs so you were comfortably tangled up in each other. You put your arm beside her head along the back of the couch, letting it fall so that you could bring your hand around to caress the top of her exposed back in her tank top.

“Okay so were the kisses good or bad?” you questioned, already dreading her answer since you knew it’d be…

“Bad. Well, some were okay. But, yeah, it wasn’t the best. Not how I always thought it should be based on how people talk about it.”

God, why didn’t she tell you this ages ago so you could show her how good sex is supposed to be?

“Okay,” you said, letting the word hang in the air for a moment as you decided to play things cool, “I’m gonna kiss you. That okay?”

You didn’t miss how her eyes got a little wider as the words left your lips. A small gasp from the peanut gallery gathered in your common space reminded you of the other’s presence, but it didn’t matter. They’d done and seen their fair share of shit throughout their first year or two of college as well. A little kiss wouldn’t be too scandalous.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding softly.

You cupped her face beneath her chin with your right hand, letting your left hand get lost in the hair cascading down her back since it was free from her signature ponytail.

The air in the room felt still as you slotted your lips against hers, letting your lips touch hers at first in something like a peck, just to break the ice. You pulled away a little to look into her eyes, silently asking for permission to do it again. She nodded her head softly, answering the question you hadn’t needed to say out loud.

The second pass of your lips against hers was a lot softer. You let yourself relax into it as she kissed you back, her plump bottom lip a perfect fit for yours and you exchanged the same few puffs of air. You gently caressed the line of her jaw with your thumb, the rest of your fingers running through the tendrils of hair around her ear.

You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t turning you on. Maki was a lot of things, and an intoxicatingly beautiful woman was one of them. She was strong, with lots of edge that was always punctuated by her raw grit and earned talent, but she could also be so insanely soft. In little moments that she thought no one noticed. When a soft whimper escaped her lips, so quiet that you were sure none of the other girls had heard it, you knew you were about to earn so many more of those little moments of memory to hold on to. The eyes looking at the two of you discover each other’s mouths somehow enhancing the experience instead of ruining it. You liked that someone else would be able to see you teach Maki Zenin what pleasure really meant.

“That’s better,” she said softly once you finally broke away from your kiss, her eyes a bit dazed as she relaxed her body against the couch.

You sat there looking at each other, the electric charge building between your quickly warming bodies tangible even though neither of you had said anything to acknowledge it.

“Okay, better kisses,” Miwa said, breaking the silence that had begun to overtake the space, “Check. So, what else?”

You blinked quickly, shaking yourself back into reality once Miwa’s voice had broken the daze you’d entered. You looked over at the normally pale girl, instantly noticing the red hue quickly beginning to cover her exposed skin.

“Next, normally they’d…”

“They’d kiss your neck?” you teased, cutting Maki off, “Or something. Right?”

“Right,” she chuckled, enamored with your brashness.

You pulled her back into a kiss, your hand firmly on the back of her neck as you did so. This time, once the kiss had deepened, you lowered your mouth to her neck, sucking gently at the pressure point beneath her right ear, cradling her head with your hand.

“Oh, um,” she whimpered softly, trying and failing to keep the sound in, “That’s the spot. Guys normally do it too high or way too low and they use their teeth too much and it- oh.”

You ran your hand down the front of her shirt, stopping your hand when you felt a stiffened nipple beneath the thin fabric. You gently tugged on the nub, rubbing your fingers together around it before pulling on it ever so slightly.

“You,” she moaned, “You do that better.”

You were taken out of your trance when a louder moan echoed in the small space, demanding your attention. Your eyes grew wide when you saw who the sound had come from.

“Bara?” Maki questioned, a giggle escaping from her lips.

Nobara and Miwa had relaxed against the tatami mat and were exploring with their hands as you were. Except Miwa had the brunette’s t-shirt raised underneath her chin to expose her breasts, one of which was currently in her mouth.

“We’ve both kinetic learners,” Nobara moaned, adjusting her arms so Maki could suckle her breast while still watching the two of you.

Maki instantly noted that her sister had fled the room at some point along with Momo in tow. The two would probably never admit it, but they were definitely off to do some “instruction time” of their own in Mai’s room.

“Maybe we should take notes from them instead huh?” you suggested, tugging slightly at the top hem of Maki’s shirt.

She pulled up the fabric, letting her supple perky breasts fall out of the garment. Once you’d freed your own breasts from your shirt, you instantly noticed the difference in shades: her nipples a dusty rose pink color, while your's were a succulent chocolate brown. The clash of shades was so gorgeous to look at that you had to press them against each other.

“Aw, even their boobs are kissing,” Miwa giggled, letting Nobara take her breast into her mouth as she switched positions with the sky-blue-haired girl.

You chuckled, not missing a beat when the remaining twin girl pulled you back into a kiss. You melted into it, knowing that the night was now long from over, with nothing but possibilities ahead of you.

You always were just as good of a student as you were a tutor.

“How did both bars manage to be a bust?” Yuuji groaned, taking Megumi’s hand into his as they walked down the corridor to their shared dorm room, “I know everyone said they were going out for the weekend but I didn’t know they meant they were going home.”

Megumi hummed, looking out the window next to him down at the mostly bare sidewalks of their college campus, agreeing.

“I heard some professors are grading like insanely hard this term to get our enrollment numbers down on purpose. A lot of people probably went home to focus a bit before we start the second half of term, or to decide if they’re even coming back.”

“Why would they be pushing people to not come back?” Yuuji said, confusion clear in his tone.

Megumi hummed, pondering how to explain it.

“I mean, think about it. It doesn’t make sense for them to be making all these tuition dollars if they can’t cash in on graduates since too many people are enrolling then dropping because housing is so packed.”

“That makes sense,” Yuuji hummed, “I forgot their passing rates and all that matters more than the number of attendees. It has been so bad that they made our dorm co-ed for the sake of space, and it’s never been co-ed before. I refuse to complain about that though.”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” Megumi chuckled, “You get to ogle pretty girls all day then come home at night to take all that sexual frustration out on me. It’s any bisexual boy’s dream.”

Yuuji nodded, directing the conversation somewhere else as the two entered the corridor that had their dorm pod in it.

Since their college had gotten such a large influx of students in the last year, dorm spaces had been changed to fit the rising need for space in the next academic year. What used to be a [room – common space – room] layout was now a four-way dorm room layout. Where four rooms were a pod that all shared a common room, and the dorm building shared one big commons on the bottom floor of the building.

Yuuji and Megumi had been roommates since the old layout was in effect. Albeit, back in their old dorm unit in the (formerly boy’s only) building next door. When the school offered a switch, they took it. Instantly becoming a part of the four-unit pod that also housed Momo and Nobara, you and Mai, and Maki and Miwa.

Things had been fine from the beginning of your new arrangement. Everyone was always respectful, even when lines began to blur between friends and friends with benefits amongst all of you. Even then, though living in co-ed dorms was always a thing of dreams for most young, newly cemented adults with their newfound taste of freedom, you all handled it well. Things were never as dramatic or insane as most would assume they should’ve been.

The two knew that most of the porn scenarios that young men concocted about their arrangement were just that: fuel for jerk-off material and nothing more. Boundaries still existed, attraction still mattered, and most of the things in porn just didn’t happen in real life, and that was okay.

“Hey, do you hear that?” Megumi asked, looking around the corridor in a lazy attempt to locate the source of the sound.

Yuuji tuned in his ears, looking around as well as they neared their door.

“I think… someone’s having sex I think, but it’s not coming from anyone’s room,” he pointed around at the girl’s doors, noting that two were wide open with no one inside and the one that was closed audibly held in Mai and Momo’s hushed voices.

“Do you think…” Megumi suggested, his eyes locking on the closed door of the common room at the end of the small hallway.

Yuuji shook his head, not even daring himself to allow the suggestion in his brain.

“No, no way,” he said, fighting the images already beginning to manifest in his mind, “There’s a window on that door and a little flap thingie in the kitchen above the trash that looks right in. They wouldn’t.”

Megumi cocked an eyebrow at his pink-haired boyfriend.

“Okay, you know a lot about that “flap thingie” and I’m eventually gonna need to know why. Second, what if they did?”

Yuuji looked into his partner’s eyes, leaning over to kiss him with a fervor that was too heated for the open space of the hallway.

“It is a common space. I mean, if they didn’t want anyone to see then they wouldn’t be doing it in the open, right? It wouldn’t be our fault if we looked into our common area and just happened to see what was going on.”

“Mhm,” Megumi chuckled, “It can’t hurt to look. I mean, what if someone’s actually getting hurt? What kind of roommates would we be if, as the men of this dorm pod, we didn’t go make sure our friends are okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yuuji said absentmindedly, kissing Megumi as he walked them backward into the side door that led to a storage room behind the kitchen area of their commons.

It was Yuuji that took the plunge and opened the little flap, gently lifting the heavy piece of malleable plastic that obstructed their view of the room.

The scene playing out in front of his eyes was something his adolescent brain would’ve only reserved for the search bar on his favorite porn site.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, so quiet only Megumi was able to hear him. The site instantly making his dick fill to full hardness, straining so hard against his jeans that he feared the button may unclasp on it’s own.

When he moved to allow Megumi a full view as well, the raven-haired man felt his mouth fill with drool, like a canine starved that smelled fresh meat for the first time.

“Holy shit. They would.”

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[stuckyxren]

Imagine Stucky reading the fanfiction you wrote about them.

Let’s just say that one night, Bucky can’t sleep. While you and Steve are curled up with each other, Bucky is laying next to you both on his phone.

Recently, Bucky has been SUPER intrigued with Tumblr. He say you in it one day and got curious, so you showed him the app. He added it on his phone and began to maneuver it on his own.

You have two accounts. One for your own fan girl enjoyment and one to please the people (aka your Stucky page). You never thought Bucky would figure it out. You post everything on there. Interaction you have with the boys (nothing too crazy. Just like the funny stuff.), hilarious things that they do, the boys being crazy with the team (mainly Sam), and some fanfiction. Even though you have the real thing, you continue to write since you have a pretty good following and the account was active WAY before your relationship.

Bucky was scrolling through his feed and saw a post from your Stucky blog. He was slightly confused at first. This post was exactly what happened the other day. Sam played a joke on Steve. He made the kitchen floor slippery so that when Steve fell, he could crack a joke about his “real age”. It was hilarious, but Bucky wasn’t sure how this person knew about it. Exact details.

So, Bucky figured out how to get to the blog and started reading. After a couple posts, it dawned on him. This was you! He found a secondary page.

Dumbfounded and curious, Bucky continues to scroll and read. After a while, he runs across the fanfiction. Bucky knew you had a thing about taking care of them and he also knew that you liked to be babied when you were sick, but he never would have been able to imagine you writing about it.

Bucky’s chuckling woke you and Steve. You groaned and buried your head into Steve’s chest, batting blindly at Bucky and shushing him.

Steve slightly sat up, cradling your head to his chest carefully, and eyed his other partner. “Buck. Hush.”

Bucky just laughed louder once he knew he woke you already. He absolutely roared with laughter when you kicked him off the bed.

Peering down, you and Steve watched as Bucky laughed, literally rolling back and forth while clutching his phone to his chest and his stomach. Tears were running down the mans face and he was turning red.

You and Steve gave each other a look. A look that said “he’s finally lost it.” Steve grumbled before getting up, snatching the phone from Bucky and looking at it. Confused, Steve passed it to you.

Upon looking at the screen, you turned white as a ghost. “No.” You whispered, tossing the phone across the room, which made Bucky all but die of uncontrollable laughter.

“What?” Steve asked, coming to sit next to you. Steve was so confused. You looked about ready to bolt and Bucky was wheezing from laughing so hard. “What’s going on?” Steve insisted. The poor man just wanted to go back to sleep. It was only 1245 and you guys went to bed around 1030.

“He found my other account.” You said, burying your face in your hands. “It’s one I still keep running. It’s about us. Mainly about both of you.” You started, wringing your hands as you spoke. “I used to write stories about us being together and some other stuff before our relationship. It was all fantasy and other really liked it. I just kept posting some of the funny stuff that happens with you guys just to keep the page running since I have so many followers.”

“Okay.” Steve says, completely confused still. “What’s got him going?”

“She used to write stories about us.” Bucky got out, finally pulling himself together. “She used to make us seem so sweet and innocent and and and she even fantasied about how we would take care of her.” Bucky snorted, laughing again. “One of the stories, she paints my nails and you refuse and it’s the funniest thing Stevie. You gotta read em.” Bucky says, wiping his tears and sitting up.

“This is so embarrassing.” You mumbled, getting up and walking toward the en-suite.

“Oh. Y/N.” Steve would call, attempting to follow you. He got a door slammed in his face instead. Turning around, Steve stomps over to Bucky and gives him a smack on the head. “Look what you did. She was younger. You know how easily embarrassed she gets. Plus, you woke her up and she gets emotional when she’s sleepy.”

Bucky ran a hand through his hair. He felt bad for not controlling himself better. “Your right Stevie. Gimme a minute.” Bucky said, hauling himself off the floor and making his way to the bathroom. He could hear your sniffling from the other side of the door.

Knocking lightly, Bucky placed his forehead on the bathroom door. “Doll. Can we talk?” He asked.

“N-no. Go away.” You murmured, coughing around a small sob. You were just so embarrassed and extremely exhausted. You could help the flow of tears. You were mad at him. You just wished this could have waited for a better time.

“Baby.” Bucky hummed. “I promise I won’t laugh anymore. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed at all.” Bucky explained. “I thought it was cute and actually very accurate for someone who didn’t know us yet.”

Silence followed for a short time as Bucky heard your breathing even out on the other side of the door. For a second, he wondered if you fell asleep in the tub. You’ve done it before when a nightmare woke you and you cried silently in the tub until you fell asleep (the boys are hard sleepers when they are in the tower, so they didn’t notice when you crept out of bed.). They found you not long after since your spot in the bed had grown cold and they finally woke up and came looking for you.

Just before Bucky was about to open the door, you did it for him. Looking up into his eyes, you asked one simple question, “You promise?”

Chuckling, Bucky nodded and reached up to wipe your tears. “I promise baby doll.” You let him pull you into a hug, finally feeling content again. “Ready to go back to bed?” Bucky asked, just as Steve let out a loud snore behind them.

Turning, you and Bucky giggled at the sight before you. Steve was sitting up, head leaned back, fast asleep. He clearly tried to wait for his partners to get it together and come back to bed, but failed miserably in his tired state.

Bucky walked over and gently adjusted your lover, laying Steve down in his spot and covering him up, placing a kiss on his forehead. Steve sighed contently once you finally climbed back in bed and give him your own kiss.

“Good night my loves.” You whispered, laying down and feeling Bucky cuddle into your back.

“Good night doll.” Bucky murmured back.

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[babymetaldoll]

Quarantine with Matthew Gray Gubler (MGG / Reader)

(Not my gif, thank you to whoever made it! )

Requested: Yes :)

Vivir en cuarentena con Matthew, y él hace en vivos por Instagram con y/n respondiendo preguntas de fans

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler / Reader

Summary: Matthew loves making people happy, and in quarantine, he finds the best way to keep in touch with his fans and do what he loves the most: spend time with (Y/N) 💜

Warnings: Nope

Word count: 2,2K

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A/N: I am so sorry this request took me forever!!  Hello guys!!  thank you for all your comments, and love 💖 You are awesome!! hope you have a great week!!

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Living in quarantine isn't as bad as many people think. It all depends on who you are spending your time locked in with. (Y/N) knew it pretty well, 'cos she had been locked with her husband, Matthew Gray Gubler, in their shared house for the last month.

And even when most people were sick and tired of being home, (Y/N)and Matthew managed to keep themselves busy and mentally sane. In fact, you could feel more stressed considering there was a pandemic and no one could see their loved ones and friends. But being with Matthew made it all so much bearable.

Considering Gubler's job kept him busy most of the time during a normal year and that he didn't have many chances to be home the way he was now, he enjoyed it.

Sleeping in was heaven. And the fact he could stay in, wearing pajama and kimonos, just enjoying his wife's company, was what he needed.

He didn't realize he needed to take a break after years of hard work until he was forced to do it. And god, it felt good.

(Y/N) would keep herself busy writing and reading while Matthew painted and draw by her side.

Their daily activities included: trying new recipes at least three times each week. Gubler would always come with some random exotic dish he always wanted to recreate. And six of eight times, he nailed it.

They would also spend a day in their pajamas doing nothing. Usually, it was Sundays. That was their official cuddles day. Just movies, ice cream, and cuddles.

Matthew also started teaching (Y/N) some magic tricks. She had insisted a few times, but he was very reluctant to do it at first.

- "A magician never shares his tricks, Bunny"- he argued for days.

- "Ok, but what if I am a magician too? Then it would be ok?"

(Y/N) was sitting on his lap, playing with some curls of his hair between her fingers. They were in their backyard, having a picnic. They had set a blanket and had some cookies (Y/N) had baked, along with two tall ice coffee Matthew had prepared, with an obscene amount of whipped cream.

- "And how are you planning to be a magician if you don't know any trick?"- he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

- "Just because you haven't taught me any trick doesn't mean I don't know any!"- she answered, pretending to be insulted.

- "My wife can do magic, and she never told me?"

- "There are a lot of things about your wife you still don't know"- (Y/N) teased and smiled at him.

- "Bunny, we are locked in this house until further notice. I think I have enough time to find out all those things I haven't seen in the last years."

(Y/N) had finally convinced him when she showed him a simple card trick her father had taught her when she was a kid. Gubler got so excited he even presided a ceremony to name her an official magician and invited their friends to be part of it via zoom. Everybody enjoyed their magic tricks and shared a good hour of fun and laughter with them, just like they would do live.

It felt good to be with their loved ones, even if it was just online.

That gave Matthew an idea.

- "Hey, Bunny!"- he walked into the kitchen holding his phone, scrolling down his Instagram feed.

- "What is it, honey?"- (Y/N) asked him as she kept chopping vegetables for dinner.

- "I was thinking maybe I should start doing Instagram live streamings with the fans. Maybe do some magic tricks, tell jokes. I don't know."- (Y/N) raised his eyes from the food and smiled.

- "Sounds awesome! when do you wanna start?"

- "Now?"- he answered a little hesitant

- "And what do you have in mind?"

- "Maybe answering questions and asking them if hanging out via Instagram is something they'd like to do."

(Y/N) chuckled and walked to her husband, pinching his cheeks, making him giggle.

- "You are so adorable, Gub. Like anyone wouldn't love to hang out with you."- he blushed and shook his head.

- "Ok, I'm gonna do it here anyway."

- "While I'm cooking?"- (Y/N) looked confused

- "Yes, I want you near so you can stop me when I start rambling"- (Y/N) laughed and kissed her husband's lips sweetly.

- "I can't stop your rambling, Gubler. But I can mute the video"- she teased, and he pecked her lips, chuckling.

- "Just stop me when I start saying anything embarrassing."

- "Deal."

No one could say Matthew Gray Gubler didn't care about his fans. He was committed to being always nice to anyone who would ask for a picture or an autograph. Why? Because nothing made him happier than making people happy. And if his job gave people joy, he honestly felt his life had a purpose.

That's why he enjoyed his improvised IG stream so much. He just sat on a couch nearby the kitchen and started talking with fans, answering questions.

- "Where am I spending my quarantine? Here is my hunted treehouse. I don't think I had ever been home this much, and it's been awesome."- Gubler stood up and started walking around the room.

- "Who am I spending it with? my gorgeous wife, of course,"- he said and pointed the phone at (Y/N), who was still cooking dinner. She simply waved and smiled

- "She is making sure I eat proper food now... Bunny, people are asking what you are cooking."

- "Pad thai"- she answered with a huge grin- "Gubler's request for tonight's dinner."

- "Maybe we could make a cooking class one day,"- Matthew suggested, and the screen started filling with "YES!!" immediately- "I could teach people how to burn every pan in the house, and you can cook."

(Y/N) nodded, laughing.

- "You can teach everybody how to make the best hotcakes."- (Y/N) answered and walked away from the phone.

It wasn't that she didn't like being part of her husband's activities, but she figured she wasn't really that important. Fans were there to see him, not her.

But Matthew followed her.

- "Yeah! I'll make my famous chocolate chip hotcakes, and you will have to top them!"- (Y/N) laughed and looked at her husband, raising an eyebrow.

- "Battle of the hotcakes?"

- "Yes!"

- "Set a time and a place, and I'll be there"- (Y/N) put her hands in her waist and raised an eyebrow, looking as serious as she could fake it.

- "Tomorrow, noon, here in our kitchen, because we can't leave the house,"- Gubler answered and mimicked his wife's attitude, still streaming everything.

- "Bring it, Gub."

And just like that, another livestream was scheduled.

The next day, at noon, Matthew streamed the funniest hotcake competition there had ever been seen by humankind. At least that's what he described.

- "Let's say it's a tie"- Gubbler decided and finished the last piece of hotcake in his dish- "I'll leave a poll in my stories so you can decide what you wanna see in tomorrow's live."

- "Really?"- (Y/N) asked, surprised- "Which are the options?"

- "Magic tricks or... I don't know. I didn't think this through"- he answered, making his wife giggle.

- "Maybe you could make a Rumple reading"- and Gubler's eye brightened at the idea

- "With my Rumple costume?"

- "I don't see why not"- Gubler looked at the screen and grinned like a kid.

- "Ok, you'll decide, magic classes or Rumple reading."

It was a draw. That's why Gubler did a Rumple reading the next day and decided to prepare a magic class with his wife for later that week.

His followers were having a blast with each one of their streams. Matthew would always try to take a step back and let his wife shine in front of everybody. He thought she was so funny the world needed to see more of her.

And (Y/N) always tried to be the best sidekick for her husband. Helping him make his streamings as fun as possible.

For the Rumple reading, Matthew sat in an armchair by the fireplace, dressed like Rumple, and read the whole book, impersonating voices and everything. Then, (Y/N) read the questions from the fans, and Matthew answered everything.

Gubler dressed like a classic magician for their magic streaming, and his wife was his assistant, helping him with each trick.

And by the end of the week, the people picked Q&A streaming with the two of them. It was the Friday "Chilling with the Gubs special."

- "Your girl is about to steal the whole show"- Shemar called Matthew that week and made him laugh- "She's the best part of the whole stream."

- "Don't flirt with my wife!"- he answered and chuckled.

- "I'm just saying she has a lot of potentials. She should try to do some stand-up comedy."

Gubler loved that comment, though. He knew his wife was awesome, and he wanted the world to know. As simple as that.

- "Ok, Bunny, ready to answer some questions?"- Gubler set the phone in front of them as they sat in their backyard. One more time, they had set a blanket in their favorite spot. And they had cookies and coffee.

- "Hit it!"

It was fun to do those things together. (Y/N) had never been one to be in the spotlight, but she loved being with Matthew. And if he was happy, so was she.

And it took only a second to see how happy Matthew was. He beamed each time he looked at his wife by his side.

- "Ok, this is a good one. What did we have for breakfast today?"- (Y/N) read and chuckled.

- "Good question. Waffles. (Y/N) made waffles, and I ate five, with ice cream. I'm gonna get so fat in quarantine"- the actor answered and felt his wife's hand in his hair.

- "What's your next project"- (Y/N) read- "Oh! that's a good one!"

- "But I won't say anything about it,"- Gubler answered and chuckled- "You'll have to stay tuned."

- "But I can assure you, it's amazing,"- (Y/N) added smiling- "How did you two meet"- the couple looked at each other and giggled.

- "At a party in my best friend's house"- she answered- "She was dating one of Matthew's friends, and they had a huge celebration when they moved in together."

- "And when I saw her, I knew I had to talk to her, but her friends didn't leave her alone."

- "Why didn't you just walked over and talked to me anyway?"- (Y/N) asked and crossed her arms on her chest

- "Because they were intimidating! and I am a shy guy!"- he explained- "I had to wait until you walked away to get yourself a drink to talk to you finally!"

- "You literally appeared by my side as soon as I walked away from them"- (Y/N) laughed, remembering the moment- "It was so funny!"

- "Hey! it might have been my only chance! I needed to take it!"- Matthew held her hand and played with her fingers, thinking he was glad non of that was in the camera angle.

- "And it worked"- (Y/N) answered and smiled at her husband, thinking as soon as that livestream was over, she was going to have a serious make out session with him

- "I'm glad it did. Quarantine would suck without you."

Gubler answered and smiled, thinking as soon as that stream was over, he was going to jump on her and kiss every inch of her body, just because she looked so beautiful that day.

- "Are you guys planning on having kids?"- (Y/N) read and turned all kinds of pink. There was a silence between the couple as they just looked at each other and shrugged.

- "We'd make cute babies"- Matthew answered- "And we could clearly keep them entertained."

(Y/N) laughed and shook her head.

- "We are not streaming that!!"

- "What?"

- "The baby-making part!"- she joked, and Gubler blushed, laughing and falling back on the blanket.

- "That idea never crossed my mind!"

- "I had to say it! Just in case"- (Y/N) argued and chuckled.

She had thought about having babies in the last few months. But getting pregnant during a pandemic didn't sound like a good idea.

Or was it?

- "Ok, everybody. We are signing out for today"- Gubler announced and waved at the camera- "Take care, stay in your house this weekend, and we'll come back maybe next week."

- "Maybe people can suggest what they'd like to see"- (Y/N) said and looked at Gubler, smiling back at her.

- "I'll leave the option in one of my stories so that you can leave your suggestions. See you!!"

The livestream was over. Gubler left his phone aside and looked at his wife. She was sipping her coffee and fidgeting with her fingers on the fabric of her jeans.

- "We would make cute babies, though,"- Matthew whispered and watched her beam at those words. That was all he needed to know.

- "You would spoil them so much"- (Y/N) replied, giggling.

- "Only because they will be just like you, and I love to spoil you so much"- he opened his arms, and (Y/N) leaned in, resting her body against his.

- "So... do you wanna have a baby Gub?"- she whispered against his chest- her voice was muffled, but he heard her clearly.

- "I think I do. You?"- Gubler answered, feeling his heart beating faster.

- "Me too."

(Y/N) muttered and giggled. Matthew looked at her and leaned in a little closer, kissing her lips sweetly.

It was a massive step for them, and they were very excited to do it.

- "Do you wanna start now?"- Matthew suggested, and (Y/N) blushed immediately- "I mean... I was going to suggest sex before, but now..."

- "The sooner, the better, Gubler,"- (Y/N) replied and bit her lips- "After all, we are gonna have to do a lot of practice before we succeed."

#spencer reid #criminal minds #matthew gray gubler #fluff #mgg #mgg fanfic #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler fanfiction #mgg x reader #criminal minds fanfic #babymetaldoll writes

[sloppythots-com]

nails and reassurance

a/n: i actually like this one gngn ahfeifhe

word count: 333

warnings: fluff <3. reassuring corpsie, cringey writing, unedited !

you pulled out the black nail polish from your bedside drawer and made your way to the living room where corpse was waiting for you, scrolling through his phone. probably reading the replies or something, he was always self-conscience of what people were saying about him, no matter how much you reassured him. you sat down next to him on the couch and laid out the supplies you gathered on the coffee table. “acetone, nail polish, and cotton swabs. that’s all, right?” 

he quietly mumbled in agreement, still scrolling on his phone. you sighed, and put your hand against his face, slowly massaging his cheek with your thumb, “darling, take a break. everyone loves you, alright?” he looked away, his face slowly getting hotter. you sighed and grabbed his phone, closing twitter. with both hands, you opened spotify and put on the long halloween, an amazing album by your close friend Savage Ga$p. “don’t focus on the negative, babes. so many people love and adore you - even without seeing your pretty face.” 

he smiled and stuck out his right hand for you the paint, the previous polish all scraped off from picking at them during streams. “thank you,” he spoke softly, letting out a cute laugh, “you always make me feel better.” his voice was a little raspy, probably from not speaking for a while, and made you feel all warm inside. no matter how many times you heard his voice, it still made you all giddy inside - much like many of his fans. as much as you didn’t want to share him, you knew he was too good to be kept away from thousands of people. but domestic moments like this always made you feel better. just him and you, you and him. it was perfect. 

you finished painting his hand and gave it a quick peck, “those fangirls would kill for this.”

he laughed and gave you his left hand, “yes, but you’re the only one i want kissing me.” 

#corpse imagines #corpsey #corpse husband fanfic #corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse #corpsehusband #fluff #e girls are ruining my life #onlyhands #corpse x reader #corpsewife #corpsefluff #corpseflower #cat girls are ruining my life

[fabricated-misslieness]

I just thought of something. Corpse with a tall soft boi bf and Sykkuno with an edgy bf. I saw this otp prompt where person a wants to wake up person b with a kiss, but they stop a few centimeters away from their face out of embarrassment. Person b opens their eyes and says, 'If you won't do it, I will."

You can also do one of them introducing their bf to their friends, getting engaged, or just kissing and being cuties.

Oh, I like the idea of including the Among us group, like, Scott, Oli, Lizzie, etc...

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I hope that helps.

Corpse Husband and Sykkuno x male reader

So the Among Us group you mentioned, I have no idea what their personalities are and the only ones I can remember are Lizzie and Smallishbeans, whose name I don’t even remember. Anyway, just some fluff with OTV for Sykkuno and the prompt for Corpse.

Requested: Yes

Corpse Husband

He hasn’t been able to sleep over 3 hours for weeks, but you’d helped a lot. He was finally able to sleep for a ‘healthy amount’ of time, whatever that was. He’s proud about it.

You were still sleeping, though, of course. He knew you’d be proud too, but he didn’t want to wake you up.

You looked so peaceful, he didn’t want to disrupt that.

You also looked beautiful, he’s always thought you were beautiful, but now he got to stare at you without your teasing comments.

He wanted to kiss you. For once he wanted to initiate the kiss.

You shifted in your sleep, loosening your long limb’s hold on him.

He subconsciously let out a small whine from the loss of warmth, making him flush with embarrassment. He snuggled closer into you, which in turn, brought his face closer to yours.

He really really wanted to kiss you. Was that so bad?

He leaned in closer, stopping just an inch in front of your face.

He was kissing a sleeping person, there’s no consent in that. Like Sleeping Beauty and Snow White, he’s a creep kissing a corpse.

His face flushed red again, what was he thinking?

You opened one of your eyes lazily, scaring Corpse half dead.

“If you won’t do it, I will.” Your morning voice was so sexy, combined with that lazy look you were giving him, oh did it urge him more.

But also, he was embarrassed, caught in the act. You were awake all this time.

He was silent for a few seconds, enough time for you to decide you’d do it yourself. “Alright, I’ll do it.”

He let out a moan when your lips finally connected.

He was glad you were awake, if you were asleep he’d get no lip action. And damn were you good at this.

When you pulled apart, much to his dismay, you asked the question he was sure you’d ask.

“How long did you sleep tonight?”

“Over 3.”

You smiled brightly, leaning in for another, unfortunately shorter kiss.

“I’m glad.” You let out a small laugh and god was he mesmerized. “Proud.”

Thankfully, the kiss was only shorter so that you could say that. You leaned in for more kisses, maybe call them rewards.

They took his breath away, you took his breath away.

He pulled back for the air that you took, gazing lovingly into your eyes as he did. “I love you.” He muttered almost instinctively.

You brought your hand to cup his cheek and caressed his skin. He leaned into your touch.

“I love you too.”

 

Sykkuno

“Huh, you’re back.” Toast walked into the OTV living room to find you two cuddling on the couch.

You laughed while Sykkuno blushed.

“Not even surprised.” He walked past the both of you into the kitchen, looking for breakfast.

You continued scrolling through Twitter while Sykkuno watched.

It was morning so there would be plenty of people passing the both of you to get to the kitchen.

You’d probably chosen the most embarrassing spot to cuddle for Sykkuno.

“Goodmorning.” Lily greeted as she passed by. She didn’t even spare a second glance at you.

“Ah, goodmorning.” Sykkuno replied sheepishly. He snuggled deeper into you, as if was trying to hide. If he was, he was doing a poor job.

Though he didn’t ask to move, it was like he wanted people to see you two like this.

Michael snickered as he walked past, greeting you with a playful “Goodmorning, Sykkuno, (y/n).”

“Goodmorning.” Sykkuno replied. His face flushed in embarrassment, so he turned back to your phone.

He loved the simplest things about you, like your painted nails. People would call them edgy since they were both painted black and worn out. Well, people would call you edgy, with your baggy jackets, jewelry, and skinny black jeans.

It was something OTV teased him about, the soft boi + edgy boi combination.

“Goodmorning, Sykkuno.” Scares greeted as he walked by. It didn’t seem like he’d noticed you, somehow, seeing as you were big spoon.

“Go-Goodmorning, Scarra.” It was only when Sykkuno replied that Scarra realized.

“Oh, good morning, (y/n).” He greeted nonchalantly. He wasn’t surprised either.

Yvonne walked in a few minutes later, greeting you instead of Sykkuno. It seemed she hadn’t taken notice of the soft boy.

“You got my Starbucks?” You and Yvonne have this deal. Since you woke up early to visit Sykkuno in the mornings, you went to Starbucks for your coffee. Yvonne woke up later than you, so she asked you to get her Starbucks in exchange for her money.

“Yeah, on the counter.” You replied nonchalantly, eyes still reading through your Twitter.

“Thank you.” Yvonne sounded tired, probably because she didn’t have her coffee. When she did take a sip from it, she noticed Sykkuno in your arms. “Oh, hey Sykkuno.”

“H-Hey.” He replied.

She zoned out as she sipped from her coffee, but the thing was she zoned out while staring at you.

“You really are the opposites attract trope.” She remarked.

Sykkuno laughed nervously, “Don’t you need to go get breakfast or something?”

Yvonne laughed and turned around towards the kitchen, leaving the both of you alone.

Sykkuno sighed in relief.

“You want to move?” You asked, though you were sure of the answer.

Sykkuno shook his head no, replying immediately, “No, the couch is fine.”

You laughed, he really wanted people to see how lovey-dovey you were. Not even Lily and Michael do stuff like this.

Several minutes later, some people walked out the kitchen with their breakfast. They sat on the couch next to the couple, pulling up their phones and striking up conversations.

Usually they’d go to their rooms and eat alone, but you guessed today they wanted to tease Sykkuno.

Though how they were planning to do so, you didn’t know. They seemed to ignore the two of you. Except that made Sykkuno a little tense, he didn’t know when they were going to speak up or even if they would.

He settled on looking back to your screen to calm his nerves.

“You have to kiss your first @“ It read on the tweet. Oh, you were participating in this.

You began to reply with your first @, Sykkuno himself.

You pressed a kiss against the top of Sykkuno’s head, making him flustered and the rest of OTV laugh. They began their teasing comments, which you ignored as you composed your reply.

“@Sykkuno Just kissed the top of his head.”

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[levi-lover]

It’s Not A Fashion Statement, It’s a Lifestyle (Levi x Reader)

W/C: 1069

T/W: the word emo lol jk, 

A/N: This is a modern Levi scenario, idk I feel like in a modern setting Levi would have been an MCR emo and that’s hot. Also Levi with eyeliner is hot, I didn’t make the rules. (I found this photo on Pinterest and I couldn’t find the creator but all credits for this heavenly image goes out to them!)

It was another Tuesday night, you and Levi were sprawled on the couch watching a B-rated horror flick. This wasn’t your favorite genre but Hange recommended it to Levi and you trusted their taste. As the girl on the screen ran through a wheat field the killer right behind her, you sighed and checked your phone. You strolled through Twitter got bored so you opened Instagram. Your Explore page was covered in photos of people dressed in heavy eyeliner and MCR t-shirts, there were edits of band members to accompany the selfies. You let out a little chuckle. 

“Mmm,” Levi mumbled without taking his eyes off of the screen.

“It’s nothing.” You continued to scroll until you saw a photo of a man with dark hair, smudged eyeliner, and painted nails. You raised an eyebrow because the man looked a bit like Levi, this got you thinking.

“Levi?” You asked.

“Mmm,” Levi repeated. 

“Did you ever go through an emo phase?” You questioned.

Levi looked away from the screen and stared at you in confusion.

“An emo phase? Like into My Chemical Romance and victorian stuff.” He asked, his thin eyebrow was arched. 

“Yeah, kinda like that. I guess it’s different for everyone.”

Levi’s cheeks started to turn pink. He lowered his gaze, “Uh, kinda…”

You sat up and looked at Levi wide-eyed. “Wait really? Did you wear eyeliner and everything?”

Levi paused the movie and shifted his weight so he was facing you. His gray eyes looking at everything in the room but your face. “Yeah, in high school, I would spend lunch reading Gothic Horror and listening to old emo bands from the ’80s.”

“Huh, emo Levi. Do you have any photos?” You asked. 

Levi went silent and his face was now a deep shade of red. 

“I think my mom might have some…I’ll have to ask next time I see her. Can we talk about this after the movie is done?” 

You glared at him and let out a sigh. “Kinda rude of you to tell me this valuable information and then leaving me hanging, Buddy! But okay.” 

He rolled his eyes at you and faced the tv. He turned the movie back on and raised his arm to make space for you. You continued to glare at him but you crawled over to his side and snuggled. You continued to watch the movie but you couldn’t stop thinking about teenage emo Levi. You pictured him waking up in the morning and smudging eyeliner on his face, his brows furrowed in concentration. It was all too adorable. You let out another chuckle.

“Tsk, are you still thinking about it?” He asked.

“Of course, I am Levi. I can’t get the image of you wearing, let alone putting on eyeliner.”

He paused the movie again and looked down at you.

“Why?”

“Uh, because it sounds hot.” 

Levi pulled away from you, his eyebrows slightly raised. “Really?”

“Duh.” You retorted

Levi looked back to the screen, dumbfounded. He didn’t know you would think that was attractive. That intrigued him. 

“Would you like to see it on me?” He asked, he loved making you happy. It was one of his favorite hobbies and if this could do the trick, why not do it? It’s not like he’s a stranger to makeup. 

“Yes!! Levi, that would be the most amazing thing ever and I would love you forever and ever.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, “well, if that’s the case I guess I have no choice.”

“Yeah, it looks like you don’t.”

“Sure, okay. Do you have any eyeliner or black eyeshadow?” 

“Yes, sir. It should be in the top left drawer.”

“K, thanks. I’ll be right back.”

Levi got up from the couch and walked towards the bathroom. He shook his head as he walked down the hallway. You laid out on the couch and squealed. This is going to be amazing! You thought. Levi was gone for a few minutes. It had been a few years since he put on makeup but he still remembered a few tricks. You heard his gentle footsteps from the hallway.

“I’m done. Please don’t laugh, okay?” Levi called out, regardless of your earlier praise, he was still a little bit nervous.

“Levi, I wouldn’t laugh at y-.” As Levi walked back into the living room, your jaw dropped. His bright eyes were lined with dark coal and smudged to perfection. It highlighted the narrowness and intensity of his eyes. His black hair was perfectly framing his sharp cheekbones accentuated by the light coat of bronzer in the hollows of his cheeks. He gave you a small smirk.

“You look so hot. Levi, you have no idea. If we went to high school together I would have the biggest crush on you, like big time.”

Levi’s face became flushed, he looked at the ground, and awkwardly grabbed his left arm with his right hand. He normally kept a cool composure but your words made his stomach flutter and the feeling never got old to him. He loved your compliments. You always knew what to say to build up his confidence.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” You said matter-of-factly. “Yes, you look like the hottest emo boyfriend in the entire world.”

He smiled at you, your heart skipped a beat. Your man didn’t smile much but when he did you swore the heavens opened up and gave birth to an angel.

You opened your arms and beckoned for him to come to you. He quickly walked over to you and cuddled into your arms. He wrapped his toned arms around your waist and buried his face into your chest. You placed your hands at the base of his neck and started to stroke his undercut, Levi let out a small sigh.

“Okay, now that you got your wish, can we finish the movie now?” He asked. 

“I guess, I’ll finish it for Hange so I could bash their questionable taste in movies later.”

“Good luck with that. Hange will fight you to the death.”

“Geez, you’re so dramatic.”

Levi smiled, “I guess it must be the emo part of me. It’s not just a fashion statement, it’s a lifestyle.” 

You rolled your eyes at him and unpaused the movie. The movie didn’t get any better but you took a glance at Levi every once in a while because oh boy, did he look good in that eyeliner.

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[coffeeyeol93]

hi!! :D this is my first time requesting something so i hope this works? i just wanted to say i really love the way you write your stories! they are really cute 🥺 ++ i saw the prompt list and wanted to ask if you could maybe write enhypen, heeseung 16) doing the other person's nails? :] pretty please~ take all the time you need, take care! hehe

a/n: hii sun !! thank you sososo much for requesting this oh my god it was the best to write so i hope i did you justice !! + also thank you for complimenting my writing !! it means so much to me aah ily <3 i hope you’re having a lovely day ! 

word count: 691

genre: fluff

warnings: none :)

non-sexual intimacy prompt 16: doing the other persons nails !

pairing : lee heeseung x reader

[ 19:37 ]

you were led on your bed on what seemed like an uneventful tuesday evening, you had finished your school work early so you decided to fill the hours to come with aimless scrolling through tiktok. your boyfriend heeseung was led next to you, his head resting on your stomach; he was reading a novel that had been assigned to his class, but he was taking far more interest in your hands. he turned them over in his own, the book long forgotten at the side of the bed. tracing the curves to the top of your fingers and back down to reach your palm, he glided his fingertips over your nails that were painted in a combination of light and dark violet. he was almost mesmerised by the way the colours complimented your hands, pouring all his attention into the intricate patterns that adorned your nails.

it wasn’t as if you hadn’t noticed his fascination, it was hard to ignore the way his fingers intertwined with yours. you glanced up from your phone, providing him with a curious expression as you met his warm brown eyes. “you good there hee?”, you asked with a playful tone, tilting your head to the side like a puppy. he responded with a quiet “mhm”, still hypnotised by your hands, as you leant forward to take his chin in your free hand. practically forcing him to look you in the eyes, you prompted a response at last, “do you think you could paint my nails?”. it took less than a second for you to jump up in excitement, beginning to rustle around in your desk drawers for your nail polish ‘collection’.

you provided him with option of three colour combos: light and dark green; light and dark blue, and the familiar light and dark purple he had been so interested in. he scanned the selection, eyes lingering on the purples, before pointing enthusiastically at the shades that graced your fingers. you had honestly never seen your boyfriend behave so cutely, it was a heart-warming sight, you had to admit. “the same as mine?”, you inquired, still melting at his adorable disposition. “yeah, that would look pretty, right?”, he replied, stealing another glance at your hands before bringing his gaze back up to your face. “i think it would look the prettiest”, you reassured him.

he shifted himself onto the floor, legs crossed, so that he was sat opposite you. his eyes sparkled in anticipation as you began to paint his nails in the lighter shade, starting from his pinkie finger and making your way across the rest of his hand. after you had finished his left hand, he made an effort to place it carefully on the floor beside him, making sure that he didn’t accidentally knock it and ruin all your hard work. finishing his other hand with the darker shade as the base, you signalled for him to start waving his hands so that they’d dry quicker, a technique you’d used often. he mimicked your movements, a smile creeping across his face as he did so, while watching you also flapping your hands about chaotically.

once his nails were dry, you started to draw wavy lines in the darker purple on his left hand, decorating them similarly to your own. you mirrored your actions previously as you did the same on his right hand, this time in the lighter purple, creating a satisfying contrast. when you were finally finished, he proceeded to imitate his former ‘waving his hands about’ method of drying while you began to put the nail polishes away. after you had tidied up, you sat back down to face your boyfriend, who was now sitting still and grinning down at his nails. “you like them?”, you asked, already having an inkling for the answer. “i love them”, he answered, once again bringing his chocolate covered eyes up to meet your own.

you shuffled forward slightly, opening your arms and leaning into his embrace, inhaling the familiar scent of honey shampoo and faint sandalwood cologne. you buried your face into his shoulder, happy to have made your boyfriend so content. “i’m glad”

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[machine-gun-casie]

Casie’s Girl

you and Casie get closer throughout your relationship with Colson.

wc: 800

a/n: could be read as part 2 to nervous

Colson was sitting on the couch in the living room, guitar in his lap as he strummed it distractedly. Slim and Rook were there as well, each working on their own thing.

They were chatting, discussing the upcoming performances they had lined up while you sat on the couch scrolling through your phone. You had been in Cleveland for about a week at this point and you loved being here. Being with Colson without any work pulling you two apart was amazing.

But you wouldn’t say you had him all to yourself. And that was definitely not a bad thing.

Casie strolled in minutes later, cat ear headphones on her head and phone in her hand. She didn’t even look up as she walked up to Colson and picked up the guitar, placed it on a nearby table, and sat in his lap. No one blinked an eye.

It was like this every time. Any time Casie entered a room where Colson was sitting down, she would just walk up to him and sit in his lap. You thought it was hilarious. You took a photo and sent it to Casie’s mom. 

is this the closeness you were talking about earlier?

It happened again the next day in the studio. Colson drove you and Casie out with him to a studio in town. He was meeting up with a few people and wanted to grab lunch with you guys after. You and Casie sat on a couch in the back in the beginning while Colson and the guys stood around setting everything up. 

Then Colson sat down and it was like she got a notification in her brain that her father was no longer standing. She immediately got up and sat in his lap.

You chuckled and snapped another photo, saving it to a new album in your camera roll. C Squared. You were pretty sure it was going to fill up quite quickly. 

And it did. Casie would wake up and have breakfast while in her father’s lap. She would play video games with Colson while in his lap. She painted her nails in her father’s lap, even painting a few of his nails.

It became normal at this point for you. She would walk in, sit on Colson’s lap, and you would take a picture. You would take almost ten pictures a day. It stopped being unusual.

Until one day. You saw Casie enter the room in your peripheral vision. You didn’t even look up, knowing she would go up and sit in Colson’s lap. 

But she didn’t.

Casie walked up to you, took the book you were reading out of your hands, sat in your lap, and gave the book back to you. She said nothing, barely looked up from her phone. You sat there in shock.

You saw Colson look at you and look away before making a double take. You made eye contact and his eyebrows shot up. And then he smiled. 

You put the book down next to you and squeezed Casie really hard. She squealed as you toppled over on the couch.

“I love you so much!” You told her, kissing all over the side of her face.

“I love you too! Stop squeezing me, I’m gonna pee!”

You kissed her cheek a few more times before you let go. “Alright, alright.” You conceded, sitting back up and holding her close. 

You weren’t going to tell her that this little gesture almost made you cry, but you knew Colson caught your misty eyes.

It went on like that for the next few days. Every time Casie would walk into a room, she would sit in your lap. And Colson got hella pouty.

He went live one day while you were all in the living room. You could hear him responding to the fan’s questions, but you weren’t really paying attention. Until you heard your name.

“Where’s y/n?” Colson read, turning the phone a little to show you and Casie in the background. “Casie stole her from me.” Casie put up a peace sign and you giggled.

“She’s mine!” Casie laughed maniacally, humoring her father. 

Colson rolled his eyes at the camera. “She’s Casie’s girl now, I lost her.”

“The Baker family is more dramatic than I thought.” You whispered to Casie.

“Wait until you see dad on my birthday. When did my baby grow up to be this big?” Casie imitated her dad and you laughed. “I’m not kidding! Waterworks and everything!”

“Trust me, if your dad starts the waterworks, I’ll be right behind him.” You warned her, hugging her tightly. “I’m Casie’s girl now, you can’t grow up on me too fast.”

Casie’s girl. 

Yeah, that sounded just right.

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Cal and finding out you both are the missing pair to your costumes pls

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It was Michael’s idea. That’s how Calum would up in this, reading the invitation email send to him, telling me to follow the specific directions for his costume. It gave no name to the character or to the show. Just a bulleted list underneath the not quite passable graphic that Michael probably made either in Photoshop or some equivalent. 

A white and black pinstriped suit jacket and pants (a black suit will also do as listed on the invitation), a black bowtie, a white dress shirt, and a fake mustache. It almost like pin straight too in the picture that’s obviously been screenshotted and pasted into the body. 

Michael wanted to do a Halloween party and the guys didn’t need much excuse to readily agree to supply with their presence, booze, and non-alcoholic choices for a party. The treats for working on during the year. The only caveat had been that Michael wanted to arrange for a couple’s theme--the trick if you asked Calum. 

He didn’t really have anyone to partner up with and he for sure wasn’t about to scroll through his phone for whoever was just as lonely as him. He could’ve asked you. Truth be told, you would’ve been at the top of his list. But he couldn’t bring himself to ask. Sure you two had hung out and were close--for God sake, you dog sat for Calum when he left for tour. He trusted you and adored you beyond belief. But he couldn’t bring himself to taking that any further. 

You always talked about the latest person in your string of attempts to date in LA after moving into the town about a year ago. Calum knew he could’ve made a move. Shit, he should’ve made a move. But timing never felt right. And who was Calum to push back against the waves and tides of the universe? 

And of course, Calum recounts his woes to Michael. 

You will have a partner, reads at the end of the email. You’ll thank me later. 

And of course, Michael wasn’t just listening to woes. 

When Calum returns walks up to Michael’s house two weeks later, stressed in his pinstriped suit, with a terribly itchy fake mustache, a black bow tie, and upon Michael’s request after Calum told Michael that he had acquired all the pieces to his costumed, Calum slicked back his hair. The gears in Calum’s brain were still trying to decipher what all this put together was, but he wasn’t mad at the attire in the least.

The door barely contains the thumping of music from inside and the second the door opens to Michael’s flushed face and bright smile, Calum is blasted with the rattle of bass. “You look good, dude!” Michael greets, waving Calum inside. 

“Thanks. I can follow instructions.” Initially glances over the room don’t show anyone dressed to match Calum. And he tries not to like that thought make his throat quiver and his hands shake. But it does. No doubt Michael has just randomly assigned partner. There’s no way. Calum is looking for you because finding you will answer the question, quell the anxiety that’s spiking. 

What had Michael planned? 

There’s no sign for a while in the living room, or in the kitchen, or in the backyard. The drink in Calum’s hand sits so long, sloshing at his fingers as he dances and shimmies through crowd to search for this partner that Calum’s sure more of the alcohol’s wound up on the floor than in his bloodstream. He tries to keep his mind pre-occupied, talking to the guys and dancing to the music, though he’s a self proclaimed shit dancer. But his gaze always wonders. 

“I’m so sorry!” you shout. 

Michael’s waving it off. “Don’t sweat it.” You’re nearly an hour late though the party looks like is just gearing into full swing. “Your partner’s here, so you’re fine. We just got started for real.”

“Where’s-where’s this partner?” 

“Last I saw of him, dancing. Outside? But that was ten minutes or so?” Michael shrugs, unsure of how long ago it was. That’s your only lead so you take it. Your heels click against the floor as you march deeper into the house. 

Calum’s shaking the drink from his hands, the last of it finally sloshing as he steps into the sea of other dancing bodies. He probably should’ve been paying more attention but it doesn’t matter now. Finally, stepping from from the crowd he spies you, black dress, a slit up the thigh, lips painted red. He curses his heart for fluttering. But god, you look amazing. 

Your attention is elsewhere, along the walls, flickering side to side as you stalk closer and closer to the door of the backyard. Calum bounds up the steps after being knocked into again by the outliers of the dancing crowd. You’re not leaving looking. One hand stretched out for the knob without seeing the door open. And ready to press your weight into the door, you stumble. “Whoops!” you laugh catching your balance and not missing the arm that wraps around you. 

“Careful.”

“Thanks.” You finally look up and see Calum. Half of the fake mustache is gone and his hair is slicked back. “Looks, uh, like you lost part of yourself there, Cal.” You reach up and peel off the other end of the mustache. 

“Oh,” his brows furrow and his gaze casts down as if he could actually see the missing piece. He chuckles, “Sorry.”

“Don’t have to apologize to me.” You slip out of his gaze just a little. “Who’s your partner?” It’s only as the question leaves your lips do yo start to take in his suit, and the bow tie. 

“They haven’t--”

“Me,” you answer interrupting the thought. 

“What?”

“You’re dressed as Gomez.” You wave over yourself, twirling a little in the black dress. “I’m Morticia.” Your heart races. You’re Calum’s other half. Oh shit. How did Michael know? He sent you an email with specifcs for your costume. But how did Michael know. You hadn’t told him a thing. You weren’t that obvious were you?

“Morticia?” Calum’s still not processing, not the characters at least. And he’s definitely not processing that his guess was right. He knew Michael was up to something. Just not this. Not really making you his partner.

“Addams Family.” You sing a bit of the theme song, in the hopes that it finally clicks for Calum. But he seems floored--gone even. “Hey, uh, is everything alright?”

He nods. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry. It just-just took me a second.”

You nod in return. “You look good though, Gomez.” 

Calum chuckles, kicking at the ground just a little. “You-you look really great by the way.” Calum’s quick to cut in, glancing up and reaching for your elbow. “I mean it. Really you look great.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you want a drink? By chance?” 

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You follow behind Calum back through the house and into the kitchen. The drink isn’t too heavy of a pour and you hang out in the kitchen a while, laughing as Calum recounts some story that you’re almost sure you’ve heard before but you can’t quite be sure so you just listen as he tells it. 

You suggest a dance as you down the the last of your drink. Calum hugs close to his drink, pressing into the counter. “Too shy? Or tuckered out?”

“I’m-I can’t dance. You know that.”

“Oh I’m not asking you to join Dancing With The Stars. Just dance with me please?”

He knows he can’t say no to you. With a nod, he downs the rest of his cup and follows behind you back outside. He doesn’t know how many songs the two of you dance to. It could be three, it could be forty--he doesn’t keep track at all. All he does know is that you laugh at every misstep of his and it sounds like magic in his ears. 

There’s a pause or two for drinks here and there. And maybe it’s just the buzzing of his head that finally cuts through the fog and tells him that who gives a fuck if it’s the right time. And you’re laughing, head thrown back just slightly leaning into his chest as you recount the fiasco of trying to find the right dress for this costume. The kitchen is empty, or maybe it’s full and Calum’s only paying attention to you. 

“Can I kiss you?” Calum asks, his brows are furrowed and his tongue wets his lips quickly. 

Your breath hitches as he hand cups your cheek. “Huh?”

“Can-can I kiss you? And you can totally say no. But-I-please?” The words aren’t coming out right and he’d almost be annoyed with himself but you stretch forward, lips pressing into his and words don’t matter. 

You kissing him, like actually kissing him and you can taste booze. But underneath that, what floats into your sense is the smell of his cologne. What buzzes your skin is the fact that he asked. Sure it was in the middle of your story, but you’ve been craving it since you noticed Calum in the fucking suit. 

And truth be told even though you had gone on dates and some went places you had always wanted to press your luck with Calum. But he always seemed busy or like his focus was on something different and you didn’t think you actually had a shot. But you still wanted to press. 

And now you’re pressed against the edge of counter in the kitchen. Your hands cup his face as a soft moan escapes you that Calum swallows. “There are bedrooms for this. Just not in my house,” Michael laughs, slamming down another 12 pack of coke onto the counter next to them. “Just not in my house.”

The two of you blush, but are slow to pull apart. “I was just waiting for another Coke,” you tease, your red manicured nails popping open a can. You offer a sip to Calum who takes it, smiling too as the stupid antic. 

“Refreshing, don’t you think?” Calum asks. 

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Safety Found in Red Sleeves

Chapter 4

Before we get into the meat of the chapter, I need everyone to remember that usually, I love Bruce as a dad. However, this fic paints him in a different light. If you don’t want to see Bruce painted as a bad dad, you can turn back after you read the first 2500 words of this fic (which is almost 4000 words long).

Mẹ is, possibly, Vietnamese for mom/mother/mama (or at least that’s what Google translate is telling me).

However, without further adieu, let’s get on with the story.

Thana looked around, her breath coming out in harsh bursts that sounded in the dark alleyway. She ran a hair through her dark red hair, freezing when there was more hair than she remembered their being. She heard a familiar high, sharp laugh that sent her into a panic. She looked around, trying to find Jay-Jay.

Thana paused, trying to remember when the last time she had to worry about where Jay-Jay was, before he was taken in by Bruce Wayne. She turned and saw her father's red hair out of the corner of her eye.

She bolted, tearing through streets that seemed darker and scarier with every step. She felt tears start streaming down her face, causing her to miss the turn to Uncle Ozzy's establishment.

She stumbled into an abandoned warehouse, seeing Jay-Jay tied to a chair with blood taking the same path down his face that tears were taking down hers.

"Jay-Jay?"

"Pixie?!" Jay-Jay gasped out. "Run!"

Thana turned around to watch Jervis Tetch close the door with a maniacal smile on his face.

"Looks like I not only caught Alice's white rabbit, but also Alice herself." Jervis' face split into a sinister smile as he walked towards the duo, swinging a crowbar around.

*-*-*-*-*-*

Thana gasped awake, her ribs throbbing in a manner similar to the way her ribs throbbed in her dream. She frantically scrambled to uncover herself, immensely grateful that her room was the highest one in the building.

Thana grabbed her phone off of the charger and unlocked it quickly. She scrolled through her contacts before landing on Kim's.

She worried her lip as she listened to her phone ring. She was about to hang up when she heard it connect.

"Mèo con?" Kim's voice sounded over the phone. "What time is it?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just, he had me and Jay-Jay. He had me and Jay-Jay and he was hurting us."

“Mèo con. Listen to me. He can’t get you, I will not let him get you. Do you want me to come over?” Kim’s voice grew clearer with every word, his dedication to his friend shining through.

“Would it be okay if I came over?” Thana’s voice was quiet and hesitant, a tone she hadn’t used in a long time.

Kim let out a yawn. “You know my Mẹ loves you and will let you in whenever you need us.”

---

Thana and Kim walked into school that day in matching hoodies, however Thana’s still had the full sleeves while Kim’s had the sleeves shortened. Kim wore baggy black jeans paired with white sneakers while Thana wore ripped black jeans and white sneakers.

In the few years that Kim had known Thana, they had dressed similarly on several occasions. The two looked almost like siblings on a good day and on a bad day Thana looked like a mini female Kim. Today happened to be a good day, where the duo just looked like fraternal twins.

Thana sat beside Kim, on the inside beside the window while Kim sat on the aisle. Nino and Chloé sat in front of them while Sabrina and Adrien sat in front of them. Juleka and Rose sat behind Kim and Thana and across the aisle from Ivan and Max. Nathaniel, Alix and Mylene sat in front of them leaving a desk between them and Alya and Lila.

Chloé in a surprising, to some in the class, move showed up that day in cuffed ripped denim jeans paired with a yellow mock neck turtleneck shirt, black boots, a black belt and a puffy red cardigan. Nino, unsurprisingly to everyone but Alya and Lila, showed up that day in cuffed slightly distressed blue jeans, a red striped shirt, white sneakers and a black beanie.

Alya and Lila, being the two most unused to the four’s odd dynamic, simply stared before turning back to one another.

“So, anyways, like I was saying.” Lila continued. She’d decided to come to school dressed in an orange ruched long sleeved dress with a pair of nude heels. “Jason Todd is like my best friend. He came to me and wanted to know if I thought he should forgive Bruce, oh I mean Mr. Wayne, for what he did.”

Thana glared at Lila, her gray blue eyes going cold (and looking far too much like her father’s eyes) before she slammed her hands down on the desk. “Jason Todd is your best friend? Funny, I don’t remember you being there when we were freezing our asses off in the dark alleys of Gotham. Funny, I don’t remember you being there when I had to stitch him up because he got the shit beat out of him for trying to get money to feed us! Funny, I don’t remember you being there when Deathstroke rained bullets on us for existing!”

“Ms. Dupain-Cheng! That is enough. Go to Principal Damocles’ office!” Madame Bustier called out from the front of the room.

Thana turned her eyes on their teacher before collecting her belongings, her friends all stood up and began collecting their belongings as well.

“Where do you three think you’re going?” Mlle. Bustier questioned the trio.

“To Daddy’s hotel after Principal Damocles tells Fragolina to go home for the day. Fragolina just had to listen to Rossi lie about her brother, whom she hasn’t seen since she was pulled from the streets of Gotham.” Chloé stated as though it should have been common sense.

Nino and Kim nodded before Kim took Thana’s belongings. Nino turned to Adrien before glancing at Alix and back to Adrien. “We’ll keep Alqamar calm until you get out of school.”

Adrien nodded before he watched his four friends shuffle out of the room. He hoped everything would be alright and that they could give the four temporary holders their Miraculouses today instead of waiting any longer.

---

Adrien and Alix walked into Chloé’s suite in Le Grande Paris hotel carrying six people worth of homework. “Niú! Shé! Jiǎohuá! Xiǎo māo! Guī and I brought homework!”

Chloé turned to look at the duo, a black bandana wrapped around her head with her hair thrown up in a messy bun, before turning back to the task at hand, painting Kim’s nails black to match her own and Nino’s. “Fragolina is in the blanket fort she and Kim built over by my bed. Nino is over there-” she nodded to indicate the area “-listening to music.”

Alix nodded and smiled. “Sweet. You go to Kiti and I’ll go lay down with Nino.”

Adrien rolled his eyes as Alix went over to Nino and invaded the boy’s space, laughing when Nino simply pulled a second set of headphones out of his bag and placed them on Alix’s head before laying back down. He slowly traversed Chloé’s room, knowing that if he moved anything out of place the blonde would be upset with him, before smiling at the blanket fort that was made. “Thana? Can I come in?”

“As long as you don’t give me that dumb high road bullshit. I can handle her lying about Sabine and Tom not wanting me, they only took me in because they wanted a daughter to be just like them, and I can handle her thinking she’s turning the whole class against me, but I refuse to let her lie about Jay-Jay like that. Jay-Jay doesn’t deserve it and I refuse to let you make me feel like shit for sticking to my beliefs.”

Adrien let out a dry laugh and shook his head. “I would never.” Adrien pushed the door to the fort open and let a small smile flit across his face. “Oh Thana.” Adrien sat beside Thana, pulling her into his side with an arm around her shoulders, and hummed a song his mother used to sing to him. Adrien knew his friend needed him and was okay with being there for her.

---

Desgracia, flanked by Trâu and Renarde Véloce, followed Althaeban into the place where they were meeting the four temporary holders. They each held a small octagonal box with the red symbol of the Guardian on top of it in preparation of this meeting.

Alix ran past them with a quick call of, “soon!” over her shoulder. She ducked into an alleyway out of the way and from the opposite direction Salihafa landed on the scene.

Monsieur Punaise strolled into the plaza, a small square of grass surrounded by sidewalks with buildings on three sides and the fourth side open to the rest of the city, with a small grin. He was excited to help the temporary heroes reach their full potential. He bumped Desgracia’s shoulder before standing beside Salihafa.

Their four chosen rushed into the plaza, their hair all but streaks of colour until they stopped. Alicia stops closer to the gathered heroes than her three friends, Bellamy just behind her in front of Marc and Brielle. Marc’s black hair stood out beside Brielle’s short blonde bob. Bellamy ran a hand through his hair before looking around at his friends.

“Is everyone alright? Everyone’s together?” Bellamy asked as he double checked that his three friends were there.

Alicia laughed and shook her head, her dark violet hair swaying behind her. “Yes Mom. We’re all here and alright.”

Brielle nudged Bellamy to get his attention. “Bellamy. We have company.”

Salihafa couldn’t contain her laughter any longer. “Oh Bug boy. They’re hilarious. Can we keep them?”

Monsieur Punaise shook his head. “Hafa, we can’t keep them, not if they don’t want to be kept.”

Marc smiled, watching the heroes interact as though they were simply friends and not the Heroes of Paris. Their eyes flicked over the assembled heroes before landing on the four holding octagonal boxes. “What’s going on?” They looked back at Monsieur Punaise and Salihafa and frowned. “Why do they have octagonal boxes?”

Monsieur Punaise’s grin grew only larger before he waved at the four chosen. “Hello you four. Due to special circumstances the six of us will be out of Paris for a while, which is where you four come in. In our absence, we ask that you, Alicia, Bellamy, Brielle and Marc, step in to assist us in our fight against Hawkmoth.” As each name is called, a hero steps up in front of them and presents them with a box.

Renarde Véloce presented Alicia with an octagonal box with a smile. “This is the Miraculous of the Mouse, which will grant you the power of Multiplication. Will you accept this Miraculous and fight alongside your fellow heroes to protect Paris in our absence? Will you return this Miraculous when your time is up?”

Alicia nodded and accepted the box.

Trâu presented Bellamy with an octagonal box with a slight upturn of his lips. “This is the Miraculous of the Dragon, which will grant you the power of Perfection. Will you accept this Miraculous and fight alongside your fellow heroes to protect Paris in our absence? Will you return this Miraculous when your time is up?”

Bellamy nodded seriously and accepted the box from the hero.

Althaeban presented Brielle with a similar octagonal box. “This is the Miraculous of the Bee, which will grant you the power of Subjection. Will you accept this Miraculous and fight alongside your fellow heroes to protect Paris in our absence? Will you return this Miraculous when your time is up?”

Brielle smiled professionally and nodded. “I will do my best.” She accepted the box from the hero.

Desgracia presented Marc with the last octagonal box. “This is the Miraculous of the Horse, which will grant you the power of Teleportation. Will you accept this Miraculous, fight alongside your fellow heroes to protect Paris in our absence, and give safe passage to Monsieur Punaise to help him purify the Akuma and reverse the damage done? Will you return this Miraculous when your time is up?”

Marc looked at the hero and nodded, accepting the box. “Yes, Desgracia.”

-*-*-*

Jason scrubbed his hands down his face, looking over the paperwork in front of him. He let out a tired sigh before standing up and stretching his arms over his head. Jason felt thin arms wrap around his waist and he smiled before ruffling the short black hair atop Damian’s head. “Hey, Little Nugget.”

“Baba,” Damian responded. “What’re you doing?”

Jason chuckled, sitting back down on the couch and pulling Damian onto his lap. “Going over some paperwork. Would you want to legally be considered mine? To legally be Damian al Ghul-Todd?”

Damian’s green eyes widened and a hesitant smile spread across his face. “Do you mean that?”

Jason smiled at his little boy. “Of course I do ya hayati.” Jason wrapped his arms around Damian and rested his chin on the top of his head. “You’ve been mine in my heart for nearly three years now, Little Nugget.”

Damian laughed, and nodded. “Okay.” Damian nuzzled Jason’s shoulder before sliding off of his lap to go talk to one of the men Jason claimed as brothers.

Jason sighed and ran his hand over his face.

---

Jason, accompanied by Damian and his dumb brothers, strode into the Iceberg Lounge. “Cobblepott?”

Oswald Cobblepott poked his head up from behind the bar with an inquistial “yes?”

“Do you have a legal guy? Someone who helped you get this place?”

“Why do you ask?” Oswald asked, slinging a towel over his shoulder.

“I want to legally be able to claim Damian. I don’t want anyone to be able to take him away from me.”

“Good for you.” Oswald smiled before appearing to get lost in thought. “I believe Dent is still a member of the bar. He could probably help you.”

Jason nodded, “thanks.” He turned to his brothers and his Little Nugget. “Can one of you watch him while I go talk to Dent?”

Dick nodded. “Can we introduce him to Pam?”

Jason looked over his Little Nugget’s outfit, a red hoodie with blue jeans and sneakers, before nodding. “Remember, red sleeves will keep him safe. Do you have your’s?”

Tim pushed the sleeve of Conner’s leather jacket to reveal long red sleeves while Dick just pulled on a letterman jacket with red leather sleeves (a jacket he’d had commissioned by their favourite designer (who just seemed to get Gothamite fashion for some reason)).

Jason pulled Damian into a tight hug and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Behave for your dumb uncles, and don’t take off the red sleeves. You may have been publicly claimed as the only biological son of Bruce Wayne but that doesn’t mean anything to bad guys.”

Damian nodded, a very small smile on his face. “I promise I’ll behave Baba.”

---

Damian, Dick and Tim walked into the Botanical Garden with appreciative gasps at the fauna.

Dick and Tim smiled at their nephew, at the clear awe that was displayed on his face. They shared a look before looking back at Damian, to notice that he’d pulled out his sketchbook and was squatting in front of a patch of flowers they were sure he’d never seen before drawing them in as much detail as he could.

“What are you three doing here? Doesn’t Daddy Dearest frown upon mingling with the riff raff?” Pam’s amused voice carried throughout the oversized greenhouse. Where most others would hear a mocking tone in her voice, the older two knew that what she said was merely said in jest.

“Hey Pam.” Dick called out as Tim went to collect their wayward charge, who’d managed to wander a little too close to a patch of pitcher plants.

“Morning glory, Solidago.” Pam smiled and waved at the older boys. “Well hello there child of Sundew, what a beautiful day it is today. Were you observing the patch of Sundew and other Drosera plants?”

Dami nodded and smiled. “Lycoris.” Damian waved at the red head. “They’re lovely, just like Baba.”

Pam smiled and scooped the tyke up into her arms. “Let’s go see the different plants.”

Dick and Tim could only share confused looks with one another as Pam carried Damian around the greenhouse.

---

Jason sat in the back corner of the café he was supposed to be meeting Harvey Dent in, a window to his side and the wall at his back. He brought the cup of coffee up to his lips, savouring the aroma of café coffee as he waited for the older man.

Harvey Dent walked into the café a few minutes later, his head down but his eyes focused on the path in front of him. Harvey slid into the chair opposite Jason, blue meeting blue, before Harvey smiled. “How can I help you?”

Jason set the cup of coffee down, folded his hands on the table in front of him, and took a deep breath. “I need you to help me file for legal custody of Damian al Ghul-Wayne. He has been my son for the last three years but Mr. Wayne publicly claimed him the other day. I can get Damian’s mother’s signature but Mr. Wayne is going to fight it.” Jason looked down at his hands, before letting out a shaky breath. “Mr. Wayne didn’t even know that he existed until a few days before the press conference. Mr. Dent, I need your help to keep my son.”

Harvey Dent looked at the man, really looked at him, and nodded. “Okay kid. Anything to get under Brucie Wayne’s skin.” Harvey chuckled, before his eyes landed on Jason’s red sleeves. “Why is one sleeve shorter than the other?”

“It’s for my sister.” Jason answered with a shrug.

Harvey frowned. “Does that ever accurately explain it?”

“With everyone who knew her.” Jason finished his cup of coffee and looked at Harvey. “Can we set up a time for an appointment to go over the details at a later date? I have to go rescue my son from my brothers.”

Harvey nodded and rose, extending a hand to Jason. “What time next week works best for you?”

Jason grasped the older man’s hand and shook it. “I’ll probably be at the Lounge Monday through Wednesday from ten to three and only there Thursday and Friday from noon to two. My son wants to spend some time getting to know his Aleuma’s friends.”

Harvey smiled and nodded. “I will see you Tuesday at ten.”

Jason watched the older man walk out of the café before he turned to find his waitress. He smiled charmingly at her. “I’m sorry miss. I don’t mean to bother you, I just need to get my check from you as soon as you can bring it to me. I let two of my brothers take my son out for the day and I have a feeling that they took him somewhere I didn’t approve of and I need to go rescue him.”

The waitress, named Kellie, smiled and nodded. “Of course sir. Just one moment.” She disappeared for a moment before returning with his check. “I hope your son understands how lucky he is to have you as a father.”

Jason smiled and nodded. “He knows.” Jason pulled out his wallet and gave her his debit card. “Thank you for your help.” He put a twenty dollar bill down on the table and walked out of the section before taking his card back from the waitress. “Have a great rest of your day.”

---

Jason woke up on Sunday with his son splayed across his chest. He smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of Damian’s head. He loved waking up in the morning, and not at three am to his son having a nightmare. Unfortunately, his phone started ringing loudly, “What’s Up Danger” pouring from his speaker.

“Roy?” Jason mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Jason? I’m sorry if I woke you up. I just, I need help.”

“Roy. Are you using again? Where are you? Where’s Lian?”

“No, I’m not using again. Lian and I are at Oliver’s. Jade just dumped Lian on me, Jade just dumped Lian on me and Lian has this brand on the small of her back and I want to kill the mother of my child.”

“Hey. Roy. No. I can send Alfred to get the two of you and have him drop you off at my apartment so I can make you coffee and breakfast? You’ll get to officially meet my son?”

“You have a son?” Roy whispered in shock.

“Do you need me to call Alfred to see if he can give you a ride? Or can you make it on your own?” Jason ran a hand through his son’s hair and smiled as his Little Nugget nuzzled deeper into his embrace.

“Can you call Alfred?”

---

Roy Harper sat at the island in Jason’s apartment. Dick stood in the living room cooing down at Lian, who he held against his chest.

“Tell me about you and Jade.” Jason smiled at his friend as he cooked.

“It wasn’t anything special.” Roy took a sip of coffee. “Lian is the best thing to ever happen to either of us, or at least I thought she was.”

“Baba?” Damian stumbled into the kitchen and wrapped himself around Jason’s leg.

“Good morning Kutlat Saghira. Say hi to Roy.” Jason ruffled Damian’s hair with a smile.

“Hi Roy.” Damian mumbled.

Roy smiled and waved. “Hi Damian.”

---

“Hey Jaybird?” Dick called as he walked into the kitchen.

Jason glanced over his shoulder at his older brother. "What's up Dickiebird?"

Dick slumped against the counter and offered him a smile. "So, Kor'i and I are getting divorced. Kor'i's going back to Tamaran but I get to keep Mar'i. And because I love you and don't want to put you out, Wally's offered to let Mar'i and I stay with him."

"Okay. Are you okay?" Jason wiped his hands on a nearby towel before turning to face him. "Do you need anything? Do you need me to take you out to go drinking?"

Dick chuckled and shook his head. "No Jaybird. I don't need you to take me drinking. Thanks for being so chill about it."

"You're my brother Dick, and the uncle of my son. I'm not B, I'm always going to be here for you."

---

Jason sat beside Mr. Dent across the table from Bruce Wayne and his lawyers.

“What is this about Jason?” Bruce sounded exasperated and shook his head.

“Mr. Wayne. My client called this meeting to discuss custody of young Mister al Ghul-Wayne.”

“Custody? Of my son?” Bruce’s voice grew dark and Jason had to fight against his instinct to flinch at the man’s tone.

Mr. Dent frowned at the man before looking at the man’s legal team. “Please keep your client under control. My client was a minor under his care when he had his unfortunate accident.”

Bruce glowered. “Oh. Boohoo.”

“Mr. Wayne. It is in your best interest to calm yourself.”

Jason glanced at Harvey, who nodded, before looking back at the legal team. “I just want custody of Mr. al Ghul-Wayne. I don’t want financial support from you, I’m not doing this for your money. I’m doing this because I love him.”

Bruce growled and stood up. He was about to speak when Jason spoke again.

“Besides, after what you said after the press conference I thought you’d be glad to be rid of him, seeing as he is the child of a rogue, and the grandchild of a rogue.”

“You shut your fucking mouth you ungrateful brat.”

“Mr. Wayne.” The head of the Wayne Enterprises legal team, Abraham Shields, spoke. “Calm yourself before we have you removed from the room and we, the legal team, act in the best interest of the company.”

Mr. Dent’s face grew in a gleeful smile. “All my client wants is to retain custody of young Mr. al Ghul-Wayne, as my client has been young Mr. al Ghul-Wayne’s primary guardian and caretaker for the last three years.”

---

The two legal teams, and their clients, sat in the courtroom of Judge Alika Mahelona with Damian al Ghul-Wayne sitting on the witness stand.

“Now, Mr. al Ghul-Wayne-” Judge Mahelona began before Damian cut her off.

“I’m sorry, excuse me Your Honour, but Baba says my name is Damian al Ghul-Todd.” Damian in all his adorable nine-year-old politeness helpfully corrected the judge.

Judge Mahelona smiled. “Can you point to who Baba is for me?”

Damian smiled and nodded before pointing at Jason. “That’s Baba. He takes care of me and loves me even when I make mistakes.”

“He sounds like a good father. Now, I’m going to ask a hard question and I want you to answer as honestly as you can. Can you do that for me?”

Damian smiled. “Yes Your Honour.”

“Who do you want to live with?” Judge Mahelona asked the boy, she was not expecting his answer.

“I want to keep living with my Baba. He helped me get away from the bad place with the bad people, and he’s very nice. He’s helping me acclimate to America and he doesn’t get mad when I can’t remember the words in English. I haven’t known Baba very long but he’s the best parent I’ve ever had, because I only met Mr. Wayne a few weeks ago.”

Judge Mahelona smiled and nodded. “Okay. Then I grant custody to Mr. Todd.”

Bruce growled and threw a glare in Jason’s direction. “Fine.” He stood up, turned on his heel and stalked out of the courtroom.

“I’d like to formally introduce the Todd family.”

Damian ran off of the witness stand and attacked Jason in a hug.

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String - Part II

Prologue | Part I | Part II | Part III

Genre: angst, fluff, SMUT

Pairing: Baekhyun x Female Reader ft. Sehun

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: You find yourself in a friends-with-benefits situation with your best friend. You have no business falling for him, but your heart begs to differ.

You stared at the clock, painfully counting down the minutes until this class was over. Syllabus week was the worst. Teachers sent out the syllabus and course guidelines by email yet, for some reason, you were still stuck here going over it even though you’d already read through it. Your teacher wasn’t saying anything new to you so you opened up your laptop, browsing Aldo’s website for their sale shoes. 

Your mind shuffled for the remainder of class. You looked down at your shameful, chipping nail polish and wondered what nail color you’d go for next. You smiled at it because Baekhyun did them for you the other day. Interestingly enough, he was good at those kinds of things. Even though he’d probably never let you paint his nails ever, he was good at painting yours and he didn’t mind doing things like that. 

Your random thoughts about nail polish and Baekhyun came to a halt as the people around you started shuffling. It was Thursday and, thankfully, you were done with class early. Your teacher had gone over the syllabus and went over the textbook and so on before bringing class to an end with “Have a good weekend. See you next week!”

Your friend, Daren, turned to you. “This class seems like it’ll be a breeze.”

“I hope so. I could use some more A’s this semester…” 

Daren smiled. “Are you hungry? Do you wanna get lunch?”

You said, “Sure. Do you wanna see if the others wanna come, too?” He nodded and you looked down at your phone that lit up with unread messages from the group chat. 

Within twenty minutes, you and Daren were sitting on a bench in Washington Square Park waiting on your friends. It was a gorgeous day out, a clear blue sky hanging over you.. Summer in New York City was the best. There was so much to do and so much to see in the city that never sleeps. The sun shone brightly on your face as you watched children playing near the fountain. One was splashing his hands in the water against his mother’s wishes and another crying because she dropped her ice cream. You smiled. You loved this city. It was just so authentic and raw.

You squinted in the direction of your friends approaching and waved them over. You could tell it was them because Evie had a slight bounce with each step she took.

“Hey gorgeous,” called Evie, plopping down next to you. 

“Hey guys,” Sadie said with a wave. “Where are we eating?”

Daren said, “I dunno. I thought you’d decide.”

While the three of them went on about where to eat, you looked down at your phone. Baekhyun hadn’t texted you back. He was in class; he sent a screenshot of his class schedule last week. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be joining you for lunch today. With a small sigh, you returned to the conversation. Apparently, everyone had decided on going to get pizza. 

*

Baekhyun just had one class on Friday. It was the only class he could get into since his browser crashed on him as soon as it was registration time. By the time he’d logged on again, the class he’d planned on taking was full. With a yawn, he took a seat down in the 9am class and opened his laptop, ready to take notes. 

A few minutes after class began, he heard the door open. He glanced and saw a girl scurrying to an available seat toward the front of the classroom. She sat down and opened her notebook. The back of her head looked awfully familiar and it bothered him throughout the class. There was something so painfully familiar about her that he found himself staring at the back of her head and what little he could see of her side profile any chance he could.

As class ended, Baekhyun was relieved. The girl took her sweet time in gathering her things. She even sat there for a minute or two. Baekhyun watched her and part of him was even annoyed that she was taking so long to stand up and leave the classroom so that he could get a better look at her. Finally, she stood up. When she turned around, Baekhyun’s heart dropped. She didn’t notice him. With her phone in hand, she continued toward the door with no intention of looking in his direction. 

He called, “Kira?”

She looked up from her phone and her eyes met his. Her eyes lit up before the rest of her face. “Baekhyun?” She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him. “Wow, it feels like it’s been so long…”

“Eight months is a long time,” he said, giving her a squeeze. “How’ve you been? How was your study abroad program?” He pulled away from her even though he didn’t want to.

“I’ve been good. Studying abroad was amazing. Florence is such an amazing city. I loved it,” she said. “How about you? I saw you went back to Korea over the summer.”

Baekhyun nodded. “It was good. It was nice to see my friends and my family. I feel a little homesick sometimes but I love this city, too. It feels good to be back.”

“Do you think you’ll try to stay after graduation?”

“For a little bit at least. I guess I’ll see if I can apply for a work visa later. I’m not sure I want to stay in Korea.”

“I feel the same way about Japan. Kanazawa will always be my home but I feel like I can make a name for myself here.”

“What do you want to do? You wanted to do something with skincare, right?”

Her eyes widened a bit, surprised that he even remembered what she thought was such a small detail. She smiled. “Yeah. I’m trying out a bunch of different formulas now for the face serums I want to make. Soon, I’ll perfect it. There’s a lot to do to start a business.”

Baekhyun returned her smile. “I bet it’ll turn out great and everyone will love it.”

Kira cleared her throat. “We should catch up sometime...”

“I’d like that. When are you free?” 

“Are you doing anything later today?”

*

You threw down the plastic shot glass onto the wooden desk. It was your second shot of the night and it was in Sadie and Evie’s dorm room. Sadie was playing lofi in the background and she and Evie were currently arguing over the choice of music. 

“What’s this sad ass lofi playlist?” Evie demanded. “If I wanted to kill myself, this is the playlist I’d choose.”

You laughed. “You have to admit, Sadie. This song doesn’t make me wanna get drunk on a Friday night.”

Sadie rolled her eyes, scrolling through Spotify to change the playlist. “Yeah yeah. Where are the boys? Are they on their way?” 

“Daren is on his way. He said he’ll meet us in front of our dorms. And Andrew said he’ll meet us at the bar.”

You turned in the Sadie’s desk chair. “Where are we going by the way?”

“Let’s start at Coyote Ugly,” said Evie.

Sadie said, “Yeah. The bartenders always try to get you to dance on the bar. I’m in the mood for something like that tonight.”

A makeup adjustment, an outfit malfunction, and another shot later, the three of you were off into the night in sight of your friends and a good night to be remembered as you kicked off the semester. Daren was in front of the dorms waiting; he had his foot kicked up onto the wall, leaning onto it while scrolling on his phone. A smile formed on his face as he noticed us approaching. 

“Now I feel underdressed,” he said, looking down at himself. You and the girls giggled as Daren rolled his eyes and started complaining. “I knew I should’ve changed.”

As the four of you walked over toward the East Side, Daren said, “Is Baekhyun coming out tonight?”

You said, “He texted the group chat earlier and said that he had plans tonight.” 

At first, you’d been kind of annoyed that Baekhyun wasn’t going bar hopping tonight; When you asked him why, he mentioned that he ran into one of his friends. You felt a little sad that he wouldn’t see you in the cute skirt you were wearing and even sadder that he wouldn’t be pulling it off of you later that night. 

By the time you got into the bar, it was starting to get crowded. There was a nice crowd of people, which meant that soon there wouldn’t be much breathing room left. Coyote Ugly wasn’t a high end bar or anything like that. It was the place to get drunk and to dance on the bar to good music. The bartenders were good looking and usually had a nice pair of tits to match. 

Sadie and Daren went to grab a table in the back while you and Evie went to grab a couple beers. As you waited for the bartender, Evie said, “So what’s with you and Baek?”

At this point, Evie knew that you liked him. She noticed immediately. Most times, Evie could be pretty quiet but it’s because she’s sitting back, observing people, watching their movements. She noticed that you liked Baekhyun before you did. You were walking to the train station one day when she asked, “You have a crush on Baekhyun, don’t you?” At that point, you’d only slept with him a couple times and hadn’t given it much thought.

You said, “What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you tell him how you felt about him before he left this summer?” 

You nodded. “We haven’t had that conversation again. I figured I’d wait until the time was right. School just started up again and if we already like each other, what’s the rush?”

“Are you sure he likes you?” she asked after ordering the beers.

You nodded. “Of course I am! He told me himself. I mean, it just hasn’t been a good time. It’s been a busy week. I’ve hardly seen him this week. Next time we meet up, I’ll bring it up again.”

“Sounds good.” You knew that Evie had more to say about it but for some reason she thought better of it and changed the subject as she paid for the beers. You grabbed two beers and headed back to the table with your friend. As you drank your beer and talked with your friends, you couldn’t get what Evie said out of your head. It wasn’t much but that one question had so much impact.

Are you sure he likes you? 

Shortly after being consumed by your insecure thoughts about Baekhyun and how he feels about you, you noticed that Drew had arrived and that he had lured over another group of people in their 20s. You watched as he flirted with one of the girls; she was currently throwing her head back at something Drew had said and you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself because there was nothing that Drew could say to make someone laugh that hard. 

You wished that Baekhyun was here. It seemed like everyone had a person. And by person you just meant someone to connect with. You watched as Evie and Sadie were enthralled in some deep conversation with one of the guys in the other group. Drew was flirting and Daren had disappeared. You couldn’t help but feel a little lonely.

With a sigh, you headed to the bar in search of another drink to drown your problems in. After you placed an order for a gin and tonic, a tall man approached you and stood next to you. Glancing at him, you noticed he was in the group that Drew had brought over to your table. He smiled at you and said, “Hey. You looked like you could use a friend.”

You chuckled. “Friend, huh? Isn’t that a little bold?”

He shrugged, leaning against the bar counter. “Not if that’s what my goal is.”

“What’s your name?”

“Sehun. What about you?”

“Y/N.”

“Pretty name.”

You ended up talking to Sehun for almost an hour. The two of you ended up grabbing seats at the bar. You talked about where he grew up and how he ended up in New York. He talked about what he wanted to do in the future, the places he wanted to travel, and the music he liked. While you two talked, you realized that you had a lot in common. The way Sehun talked to you wasn’t too flirty and proved that he wasn’t just trying to get you in a Lyft back to his apartment.

You couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was either. He had dark eyes that you could get lost in. His smile was enough to make any woman weak and his lips were such a sexy shape that you almost wanted to kiss them. You noticed his style, too. He seemed to be a pretty simple man, wearing a striped button down, a pair of khaki shorts, and some white designer sneakers you noticed when he got up to use the bathroom. At some point during your conversation, he mentioned that it was getting hot and he stripped down to the T-shirt he was wearing underneath. From what you could see, he seemed like he worked out a bit. 

You cleared your throat as Baekhyun crossed your mind again. It made you feel a bit guilty, even. You looked back at the table your friends were still sitting at. “Didn’t your friends leave a while ago?”

He chuckled, flashing a bright smile. “Yeah. They went to another bar but I was enjoying our conversation so I stayed here instead. I’ll find them eventually...” He put his finger on his chin for a moment, calculating his next move. “What do you usually do on weekends?”

“Nothing much. Usually I hang out with my friends or run errands. Since the weather’s gonna be shitty tomorrow, I’ll probably just stay in.”

“It’s supposed to be nice on Sunday,” he said, downing the rest of his drink. “To be honest, I’m a little drunk now but I want to ask you anyway…Would you wanna maybe go on a date with me on Sunday? We could get lunch or go to the park or something.”

You raised your eyebrows, shocked at the sudden invitation. No one had ever been this straightforward with you before. You weren’t used to a man just asking you out like this.

You frowned, thinking of Baekhyun again. “I’m kind of with someone.”

“Kind of?” He cleared his throat, raising his eyebrows. “You don’t seem too sure…”

“It’s complicated...but I’m down to be friends, if you want,” you said, pushing your phone toward him. Sehun was a really cool guy but you couldn’t accept a date with him. Not when you had Baekhyun by your side. If this had been months ago, before you and Baekhyun had sex for the first time, you would’ve accepted a date with him. 

Sehun wasn’t pleased with your response. To be honest, he was disappointed. You were one of the most interesting girls he’d met in a long time. There were a handful of girls out there who just wanted sex or a meal or whatever, but you didn’t give off that vibe at all. He was genuinely interested in getting to know you. From your answer, he knew that you were probably in some situationship and neither of you were on the same page. This was a truth he knew all too well.

The disappointment on his face was showing and you felt bad as he proceeded to put his number in your phone anyway. “If you’re ever kind of single, you should give me a call.”

And with a wink, he was off.

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(Un)Requited  -  I.L. III

Summary: Isaac Lahey had gone through many twists and turns in his life, but none of them compared to the whiplash he got when you asked him to tutor you. With a few weeks until the end of the semester and the big dance coming up, he’s hoping to figure out a way to ask you to go with him before it’s too late.

Masterlist Prev. | Part 3

Word-count: 3.1k+

A/N: i really need to work on updating this fic but i’ve finally figured out more or less what to do with this story line so hopefully my updates will be a bit more regular!!

Whenever Isaac thought he was getting better at functioning around you, you always found a way to prove him wrong. 

It had been a week since you developed the Get The Girl game plan, and he’d been spending a lot of time with you ever since. Isaac had left notes and corrections on your algebra homework that made you smile, figured out the kind of jokes that made you laugh, and had gone to your house a few times to study together (and only once had any actual studying been done). Magnus still hated him, but he was slowly but surely winning over Max and the rest of your family. 

You even sat in the stands whenever he had lacrosse practice and committed his schedule to memory - when Isaac knew full-well that you knew nothing about lacrosse. 

Things were looking up. At this rate, Isaac might actually have the courage to ask you out and have the tiniest, most microscopic chance of you saying yes. 

And then the weekend came and you took him to the mall to buy some new clothes and get a haircut. 

It was nothing too serious - Isaac had even said something that made you laugh over lunch - but now he was sitting in the salon chair and you were running your hands through his hair while the two of you waited for the hairdresser. 

Isaac knew it was an absent-minded gesture while you thought of what to do with him, but he couldn’t help the way it made him feel. He was surprised you couldn’t hear how his heart beat out of his chest every time you started combing through a new section, almost as surprised that you hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t paying attention to a word you said. 

“So what do you think?” you asked, dropping your hands on the top of Isaac’s shoulders (sadly). The touch still made him malfunction, but it was easier now that your hands were still and your eyes were focused on his in the mirror.

“I, uh- I think that sounds like a good idea,” Isaac said, trying to look like he’d been listening. He’d meant to, honestly, but it was literally impossible for him to focus around you.

Two social steps forward and about a billion back.

“Really? I thought you’d hate bleaching it,” you said. 

Isaac’s heart nearly exploded. “Bleach?” 

“And a mohawk.” 

“Oh, you’re messing with me for zoning out,” Isaac said. Though he would have been perfectly content to have a bleach blonde mohawk if it made you happy, he pretended to be cooler than he actually was by nodding at your reflection in the mirror. “I see how it is.” 

“It was too good an opportunity to pass up,” you laughed, lifting your hands back to his hair. “What I was thinking is a little shorter on the sides but keeping the top as it is. It would break my heart if we cut off your curls.” 

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” Isaac said, too softly to be a part of his cool guy routine. Your teasing smile faded into something a bit more genuine. “Sounds good. For real this time.”

Before you had the chance to answer, the hairstylist came over and started occupying your time. As happy as it made Isaac to hear you laughing and talking with them, an ugly pang of jealousy shot through him. 

Derek had explained to Isaac when he turned that sometimes he’d feel emotions that weren’t necessarily his own. Those emotions were why anchors were so important, because otherwise Isaac would drift in a sea of emotions and they’d eventually consume him. At the time, Derek was talking about anger, but Isaac knew this had to be a part of it, too. 

Isaac just wanted you to be happy, he didn’t care who it was with or if it had anything to do with him. 

He spent the better part of the appointment trying to convince himself that he wasn’t a jealous bastard that didn’t deserve the time of day, and by the time his blowdry was done, he was back to his normal semi-functional self. 

You beamed at his hair as he stood up and ruffled it slightly, only to be laughed at by the hairstylist. Isaac couldn’t hear very well over his heart beating so loudly and with his ears recovering from the force of the hairdryer, but he could have sworn the hairstylist said something about you two being a cute couple on your way out. 

Isaac didn’t have time to dwell on the comment, though, because soon enough you were dragging him into stores he’d never been to and picking out things for him to try on. 

It was awkward at first. Isaac had lost the ability to talk to you as well as the ability to make a decision. The result was a clumsy collection of clothing and a very awkward moment before Isaac closed the changing room door with you on the other side. 

After a brief pep talk, Isaac started trying on the clothes. They weren’t bad, they just weren’t what he would normally wear. He hadn’t exactly made it easy to shop for him what with his inability to speak but he still couldn’t help feeling out of place in the stuff you’d picked out. 

When he came out, you were sitting on a bench, leaning your head against the wall and scrolling through something on your phone. You brightened up when you saw him and his heart melted, but he shook his head and placed the clothes on the return counter. 

“You didn’t like any of it?” you asked as you got to your feet. 

Isaac shook his head and sighed. “Nah, it’s not that it’s just … I haven’t really worn anything that wasn’t Camden’s first.” He blinked a few times. Where did that come from? There was no way you wouldn’t realize he was a loser now. 

“Oh,” you said quietly, dropping your gaze to your shoes. “I should have-” You looked back up at Isaac and gave him a smile. “You wanna get out of here?”

“Yeah, I’d go anywhere with you,” Isaac said before he could stop himself. He made a mental note to ask Erica to slap some sense into him when he got home.

Instead of groaning and calling him cheesy, you laughed and looped your arm around his. “Come on. I’ll buy you some ice cream on our way out.” 

The ice cream had sent shivers up your spine so, somewhere between the store and parking lot, Isaac had given you his jacket. You wore it as you drove him home, and Isaac couldn’t help but think how much better it looked on you than it did on him. 

Isaac tried to think of an excuse to not get out of the car once it was parked outside the loft, but he came up empty. He was about to thank you for the ride and the attempted shopping trip when you started talking. 

“It’s Erica, isn’t it?” you asked, staring through the windshield at where Erica was harassing Derek at the entrance to the building. She was having the time of her life and Derek looked ready to drink. 

Isaac let out a laugh. He wondered if she wanted money or if she was just having fun giving Derek a migraine. “Yeah, that’s her.” 

You bit your lip as you stared out the windshield. After a moment, you turned to look at Isaac with a somewhat indecipherable look on your face. “I think she’ll say yes.” 

“Wait, what?” Isaac asked. He had no idea what you thought Erica would say yes to, or how you got there from asking for her name. 

“Yeah, I don’t think you needed to cut your hair or change anything to get her attention,” you said, still not making any sense. “When you ask her to the dance, I think she’ll say yes.” Isaac tried very hard not to frown at you, but it probably wasn’t working because you kept talking before he could say anything. “You’re a really great guy, Isaac. If she doesn’t see that then she’s crazy.” 

“Right,” Isaac said slowly. It was the only thing he could think of to say. He had no idea how to untangle the mess he’d gotten himself into or how to explain to you that he and Erica were the farthest thing from romantic prospects. “Thanks.” 

“Yeah, of course,” you said with a smile. “I’ll see you after practice on Monday?” 

“Yeah, sure. See you.”

Isaac got out of the car, feeling dazed and confused, and waved at you as you disappeared down the street. How had he gone from feeling like he had a shot with you this morning to asking Erica to the dance? 

---

“No way,” Erica said, not looking up from the nail she was painting. 

She’d refused to stop painting them, even though the smell of the open bottle made everyone in the loft feel nauseous. Today, she’d picked out a metallic shade called Black and Blue - no doubt because anyone who got close enough to see the color would be left black and blue. 

Isaac attempted to come closer but stopped when Erica slid the bottle closer to him. “Come on, I never ask you to do anything!” 

“Oh, please. You ask me to do crap for you all the time.”

“Name one other time.” 

“Two hours ago you asked to copy my English homework because, and I quote ‘it’s a Crime and Punishment that I have to read this,’” Erica said. She looked up at him with a sly smile. “And you say you’re not witty.” 

It didn’t take a genius to see that Erica had won that angle of the argument, so Isaac changed tactics. “What if I cover for you next Thursday so you can go to that concert Derek said you’d only go to once he was dead?” 

Erica hummed and looked back down at her nails. She touched up her left ring finger before looking back up at Isaac, knowing that he’d use that time to think up several other options to offer her when she said no. “Is it really that important to you that this girl knows I’d never in a million years date you?” 

“Not how I’d phrase it, but yeah,” Isaac said. He slid into the seat across from Erica and carefully placed the lid over the bottle. 

Erica looked at him for a hard moment and then sighed. “Fine. Then I’ll find a reason to talk to her and tell her you’re not my type.” 

Isaac leaned over the table and kissed her cheek before racing out of the room to ensure he didn’t end up black and blue. “You’re the best, Erica. Have fun at the concert!” 

“Concert?” Derek asked, catching Isaac’s arm as he ran past him. 

“Definitely not,” Isaac said with a grin. He leaned in and kissed Derek’s cheek for good measure. The poor man was so off-guard that Isaac shook out of his grip without using any supernatural influences. 

---

Isaac had come up with a plan. It wasn’t a very good one, but it was the only one he had. He’d go to practice and try to be the best player on the field to impress you, and then when you guys were sitting on the bleachers and he went through his homework, he’d explain this whole scheme to you. Hopefully, the speech he’d prepared would be eloquent and he wouldn’t just throw up words all over you, but that was a risk he had to take. 

The ‘being the best player’ part kind of failed because, aside from all his issues, Isaac was very distracted by a chemo-signal in the air: nervousness. It was everywhere, but particularly near the bench and bleachers. 

He tried to put the first failure aside as he showered and changed into a shirt he thought you’d like. Instead, he went over his speech once more in his head to make sure it sounded halfway decent. 

Hey, so I know this is really weird but I need to come clean: I’ve had a crush on you ever since our brothers first dumped us on each other when we were kids. I’ve never wanted to ask Erica to the dance; I’ve only ever wanted to go with you but I never thought I had a chance with you so I lied. It was stupid, but I can’t change that now and I guess what I’m trying to say is … will you go to the dance with me?

Isaac groaned and hit his head against his locker. The speech was awful, but if he didn’t tell you the truth then he was pretty sure he was going to combust. 

He was still trying to psych himself up to talk to you when he walked back over to the bleachers and heard you laughing. Then he picked the chemo-signal up again. You were nervous. 

And you were talking to Stiles Stilinski. 

That ugly feeling of jealousy shot through him again, and Isaac worked to convince himself he was overreacting as he made his way over. 

“Hey, guys,” Isaac said evenly. He smiled at you and shot Stiles a very deliberate look. “What’s up?”

“Stiles was just telling me this story about one of your away games. Did you really fall off the bleachers right before the match and sprain your ankle?” you asked, mouth pulled up in an amused smile. It wasn’t malicious but it felt different than the one you usually gave him. 

“Uh, yeah. I guess I did,” Isaac said stiffly. “Back in freshman year. Did Stiles tell you about the time he drove his Jeep through the other team’s equipment and forced us to forfeit?” 

You whipped your head around to laugh at Stiles. Again, not maliciously. Just different. This time it was more like you and Stiles had a secret that Isaac didn’t know about. “No way, seriously?”

“Seriously. But in my defense, Scott was distracting me,” Stiles said, not sounding very defensive. He had a surprisingly easy smile on his face that made Isaac want to punch him. “But, uh, speaking of Scott, I should probably get going before he starts asking strangers for rides and becomes a seven o’clock special.” 

You laughed again and gave him a matching easy smile. “Can’t have that, can we?” 

“Definitely not,” Stiles said. His eyes flicked over to Isaac for a second before turning his attention back to you. “So I’ll see you on Friday?”

“Yeah, looking forward to it,” you said. Stiles started heading down the bleachers and you let out a small sigh before gathering up your stuff. He looked at you over his shoulder and you waved at him. 

It was amazing how such small movements made Isaac feel sick to his stomach; a smile here, a laugh there, and now a wave. 

Isaac adjusted his backpack and tried not to look as jealous as he felt. “So what’s on Friday?” 

“Oh, uh-” You pushed a piece of hair behind your ear and shrugged. There was a strange kind of nervousness rolling off you. “Stiles asked if I wanted to go to the dance with him so I suggested we do a trial run before then.” 

“Like a date?” 

“Yeah, like a date,” you said. Your expression was funny; it looked like you were trying to figure something out how Isaac felt about it, but Isaac didn’t know why his feelings would matter. “What do you think of that?” 

Isaac thought that everything made sense now. You’d never been interested in sports, and yet you came to every one of his lacrosse games and had the entire practice schedule memorized. Like an idiot, Isaac had thought all your questions meant you had taken an interest in him. 

Clearly, he wasn’t that far off. You still weren’t interested in lacrosse, you were just interested in Stiles. 

The same Stiles who hated him, made fun of him, and kept him from joining Scott’s pack for the longest time. Everything Isaac did, Stiles found a way to do better - despite being mind-numbingly human.

Stiles had a particular charm that Isaac couldn’t stand but everyone else seemed to love. He was witty, and kind, and some might say he was even good looking. And Isaac thought, most of all, that after going out with a guy like Stiles, there was no way you would ever want to go out with him.

“I think that’s great,” Isaac said with a tight smile. His heart was beating out of his chest and if you were like him, you would have known he was lying. 

But you were human - you didn’t know. 

Still, you frowned. Either Isaac said something wrong or you felt conflicted about something. The frown was only there for a second before you replaced it with a smile only slightly different to the one you usually wore, closer to the nervous one you’d given him when you asked him to tutor you. “You do?” 

“Yeah,” Isaac lied again. If there was one thing his time with you had made Isaac realize, it was that having a place in your life - even a place as a friend with unrequited feelings - was better than no place at all, and he wasn’t going to screw that all up by telling you how he felt. He took a deep breath. “But, uh, do you mind if we talk about this some other time? Derek texted when I was in the locker room and he needs my help with something at the loft.” 

You blinked a few times, trying to piece together the quick change in pace. “Oh, uh, do you want me to drive you?” 

Your pained expression almost made Isaac spill his guts right there. He couldn’t risk spending any more time with you. “No, he’s coming to pick me up.” 

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked, eyebrows knitting together as you looked at him, despite the smile on your face. 

“Yeah, sure. Not like those problems are going to solve themselves, right?” Isaac asked. He did his best to give you a reassuring smile. 

Your smile faltered for a second, but then it was back on your face and covering up any other thoughts. “Right.” 

Isaac left pretty quickly after that, with one thought clear in his mind: Out of everyone in the entire school to go out with, why did you have to pick Stiles Fucking Stilinski?

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