#aww this is so cute!! When i cry flame fucking bites me.

[mirkosintern]

Cockwarming Shigaraki, Dabi and Hawks

characters: shigaraki tomura, dabi, hawks

warnings: 18+, smut, sexual content, spanking, brat taming, teasing, genital piercing, vulgar language, implied dacryphilia, mentions of alcohol and blood(but not rlly)

Shigaraki Tomura

gosh

what I’d do to cockwarm him

it’s been a while since he’s been busy with villain work stuff and playing games

and you’re neeeeedy

so you climb onto his lap, tug at his shirt and start whining

he lets out a sigh, talking about how annoying you are, yet lets you cockwarm him instead

“only because it’ll shut you up”

you’re straddling him while he’s still concentrated on his game

he lets out raspy curses every time he loses a game, making you giggle

“what’s so funny?” he groans, and you look up at him with a childlike smile. “nothin’.”

he’s playing a very important round now, he’s just about to beat the boss. You can feel how concentrated he is by his tensed up muscles and his body gradually leaning towards the screen

then, an intriguing idea crosses your mind

you start moving your hips, slowly but prominently, drawing figure eights

“the fuck, stay still.” he hurriedly shouts, but what’s he gonna do when both his hands are stuck on the controller, right? 

besides, you can feel him hardening even more inside of you

you giggle and fasten your movements a little, letting out the softest whines in his ear

“game over” appears on his screen, and shigaraki throws the controller away. he stands up and lifts you up, making you let out a yelp. you see absolute, flaming fury in his eyes, and for a split second, you regret your decisions

he takes you to the room and mercilessly throws you onto the bed, climbing on top of you

"you’re gonna fucking regret that all night.”

Dabi

dabi’s not usually into cockwarming because he doesn’t really have the patience for that

honestly, he’d rather go for a quickie if you guys were running out of time

that’s why you were shocked when he suggested it to you

you were so confused, but who were you to blow away this once-in-a-lifetime-chance?

you let out a sigh as you sink down into his cock, and gosh, it feels good

the cold metal of the his jack-o-ladder gives such an incredible sting to your gushing walls

you rub your face on his shoulders, feeling full and comforted. it feels so peaceful and satisfying, resting with him inside you

at least you thought so for a minute

he starts pressing open-mouthed kisses, trailing from your cheeks down to your neck and shoulders

he sucks hard, and his hot breath and wet kisses tickle your delicate skin

you moan out, deeply drowning into the feeling of this warm mess

then, a hard slap lands on your ass. sharp pain pierces through your cheek, making you let out an “ow!”

dabi has a devious grin on his face, “nuh-uh. no moaning.”

“but-” before you can refute, a smack lands on the other cheek. “no.” 

he lifts your shirt up, and the cold air hits your hardened nipples. he snickers, and starts playing with both of them with his fingers

it’s so hard not to moan, and you bite your lower lip so hard to hold them in, almost to the point where it bleeds

despite your desperate attempts, your moans slip out of your lips a bit too well

and every moan results in a sharp smack on your cheeks, leaving dabi’s handprints on them

it hurts so bad, you feel like it’s burning, and tears swell in your eyes

“aww, baby’s crying, maybe you shouldn’t be a brat and moan at every touch. Besides, I can feel you tighten at each slap.”

he’s a fucking sadist.

when you get too desperate and try to move your hips, he holds you tight and stops you

he enjoys teasing you and punishing you for a while until you are a crying, babbling mess, and it just turns him on more and more

he ends up fucking you raw when you’re worn out

“y’know, we should try this more often. I think it’s grown on me.”

Hawks

he loves it

it usually happens when you’re chilling at his place, or sometimes at his hero office when you guys are feeling a little risky

you’re cuddled up with him on his couch after a long day, after treating yourselves with some good fried chicken and cold beer

you guys are watching a movie, and you climb onto his lap

he strokes your head and presses kisses on your forehead, lips and neck

“kei...wanna cockwarm you.” you look at him with doe eyes, and how could he resist that?

cockwarming with keigo is so comforting

he rubs your back during it

he writes cute messages on your back with his finger too, making you guess what he wrote

his fingers then trail down your spine to that particular spot on your lower back, making you squirm and shiver

you let out hot sighs against the side of his neck, and contrary to how calm he seems, you feel him twitch inside you

you start sucking on his neck, making you both get needier and needier

hawks is a very patient man, but you are always his weakness

“baby, think you can move your hips for me?” he asks, and you obey

you start moving your hips slowly, and he cups your ass with both hands to guide your pace, making you ride him

wet noises and moans overlap with the sounds of the long forgotten movie

#bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha smut #mha imagines #mha x reader #bnha headcanons #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #hawks x reader #dabi headcanons #shigaraki headcanons #hawks headcanons #dabi smut #shigaraki smut #hawks smut #keigo takami x reader

[guillotoinette]

My Little Clown

Being the Joker's girl isn't easy. If anything, it's a curse. To constantly be up at night thinking about the future, me and The Joker's. Gotham's dark knight has the two of us in his palm, It's only a matter of time until The Joker gets caught. God knows what torture they have awaiting him.

The thought of his suffering made me feel sick. His poor, hurt soul. Whatever did they do to you?

...

Despite the horrible things he'd done, I can't leave him. I can't. I never will. Why do I love you this much? A murderous lunatic, making me feel loved. Like I'm the happiest, luckiest girl in the world. Jack is the only person that makes me feel like this, like I'm somebody, and not just some puppet. The sheer thought of his bruised hand on my cheek, his scarred lips brushing against mine.. It makes me feel like I'm in heaven. I can't seem to come down. It's like he drugged me, pricked me with a love poisoned arrow.

But he doesn't want to admit it.

At least, not yet.

You're a dangerous drug, but oh god you're addicting. So addicting.

I lay in my bed, feeling like I'm in the sky as I think of more scenarios with Joker. The fluffy bed makes me feel more ecstatic.

"When are you coming home?"

I took a glance at the clock hanging on the wall.

12:15

Just as I was about to turn off the lamp on the bedside table, I hear the door creak open, and my head quickly turns to my right.

My eyes met his, a small grin can be seen blending in with that blood red lipstick. Oh how it tastes so intoxicating.

I stood up the bed, running towards his arms that are open wide for me to jump into.

I feel my chest rub against his leather suit, feeling his slow beating heart. His dark eyes stares into my soul, and I couldn't help but look back at them. Those two dull marbles, they don't scare me anymore. Not like it used to. In fact, just looking into them is enough to make me feel at home. They're comforting.

I stood on top of my toes to give him a kiss, but before I can even reach him, I feel his lips on mine. They're soft, and warm. They made me melt completely, losing my balance and catching myself by wrapping my arms around Joker's neck.

"Aww.. Looks like someone missed me."

What he just said made me red. Goosebumps scattered across my skin as his gloved hand caresses my cheek ever so slowly. I couldn't help but smile back at him, my face resting on his palm.

He lets go, leaving a small squint in my eyes. He takes off his coat and throws it on the ground.

"Today was, ah.. Tiring. Boring, even."

Then, his gloves. He walks over to a desk and places them there, and I couldn't help but notice his hands. They were bruised.

I opened my mouth finding words to say to him, but his deep voice interrupts.

"Those mobs were no fun at all.."

His left hand rolls up the sleeves on his right arm while he walks slowly over to the bed. He falls comfortably on the edge, patting both of his thighs as a gesture for me to sit on him.

I obey, sitting myself on his lap. I can feel his hot breath on my bare nape, sending shivers down my spine. He gently wraps his left arm on my waist, pulling me even closer to him while his right hand meets my hair, playing with random black strands. He's so childish.

"So, sweet cheeks.. What have you been up to?Hmm?" He sounded so gentle. It's unusual, yet it's so reassuring.

"Jack.." These words escape my lips. I turn around to face him, forcing him to back up and make space for me to sit on.

I place both my hands on his shoulder, looking directly in his eye. Nobody has ever dared to stare at the Joker, but I can tell. I can tell that he loves it when my brown eyes look into his.

"I.. Wanted to ask you something."

Oh God. What the hell am I saying?

"Jack.. What exactly do you feel.. About m-"

He silences me by pushing his lips on me, this time, it was harder. More passionate. His embrace made me fall on him, now making me on top of him as he lays down on the bed, his stringy hair messy against the white pillow below him. I pull away giving him the chance to answer my question.

"I thought I've made it obvious enough. I love you, (Y/N)."

His once dark eyes now twinkled with the stars out the window. He smiles. A genuine, pacifying smile spreads across his cheek.

"You are my purpose."

Before I even knew it, a tear sheds from my watering eyes. I'm crying. I'm crying over what the world calls a monster, what I called a monster. The rogue they so feared and loathed turns out to be my savior from the salvation this society had to offer me. For all my life. He's all I ever yearned for.

My destiny. My Joker. My Jack.

I felt myself becoming more weak, eventually collapsing on to his chest as I continue to sob.

He softly brushes my back, giving me a light kiss on the forehead.

...

It felt like 15 minutes until I finally caught up to my breath. Jack's gentle strokes really helped me calm myself down.

I stand up the bed, with him doing the same.

"Shh now, dollface.. I'm here.. Everything's ok." He whispers, leaning towards me and kissing my shaking lips. He bit and tug my bottom lip, causing a soft gasp to leave my mouth. The sensation made me lust for him uncontrollably as his tongue draws circles on mine, faint whines escaping my lips.

"You don't have to worry about anything. Tonight, you're all mine. And I'll be sure to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk." He groaned, his voice now a bit lighter than before.

"You're such a kidder." I teased.

"You think I'm joking?" He glares at me, and he couldn't help but smirk.

"Well, they don't call you The Joker for nothin'."

He laughs, and I laugh with him. It's such a feeling to share chuckles with him, especially when it's just the two of us.

"As I was saying.."

In a flash, he pins me down the bed, both of my hands trapped in his. He kisses my neck and I can't help but moan at how sweetly he did it. But it didn't last for long, the sugary kiss was now salted with a bite. I felt him suck the spot where his lips used to be. It's painful, but god, it's oh-so gratifying.

I want more. I want more of him.

He stops and pulls away to have a good look at the mess he made. My neck was burning with purple and red.

"Now that is, uh.." He licks his lips. What a sight for sore eyes.

"A mark. A mark to label you.. Mine."

His hand meets the ribbon of my dress, undoing it until it was nothing but rags on the floor. He reaches to his pocket to grab a knife, the point pressing on my underwear ripping my bra and panties off, now exposing my naked body. He gazes were flaming, and I can feel him examine every part of me.

It's embarrassing, I'll admit, but I know how much The Joker loves to draw little smily faces on my skin with his soft fingertips, so by now I have no reason to feel like this. He's remembered every bit of me, and the both of us know it.

"My little clown."

His hand was now on my breasts, fondling them tenderly. His thumb draws circles on my tits and I let out a moan in his ear, making sure it ringed in his eardrums, memorizing the tune I made for him. My fingers dug on his back as he made his way down my torso, over to my hips, and eventually toying with my folds. His fingers are so warm it was sure to leave me melting over his touch again.

"Ah..? You're already this wet..? We're just starting, you little slut."

He continued to rub against my flaps, and he didn't hesitate to slide a finger inside. I gasped, I certainly wasn't ready for that.

He's extra stern tonight. He knows I like it that way.

His finger slowly pushed in and out, a moan slipping out of my throat. When Jack saw how I looked like absolutely gratified by his touch, he picked up the pace, now going as fas as light. He pushed another finger inside, then another. I'm getting ripped and I hate how much I love it. I grasp onto his shoulders, fingers digging into his wrinkly shirt, moaning in pure bliss.

"God, you're- ah.. Sooo tight. Soo wet tight for me."

"J-Jack! I'm gonna cum!"

"Oh no you're not. Not yet."

And when I was just about to, he stops. He pulls out his fingers, licking my liquids off like a thirsty cat.

He shoves his thumb, rubbing it inside my inner cheeks. And I'm not gonna lie when I say I love the taste of my fluids mixed with his spit. I squint my eyes, sucking and biting on him.

Jack stands up, giving me some time to sit up the bed and catch up on my breath. I look at him, catching sight of his hard erection, tightening and visible through his pants.

He unzips his violet bottoms and carelessly throwing them in the corner. I kneel down in front of him, pulling down his boxers to reveal his long, veiny cock leaking with pre-cum.

"Now, open wiiidee"

I obey, and before I can even start to suck the tip, he shoves all of it inside my mouth all the way to my throat, thrusting it rapidly as I desperately try not to gag. Eventually getting the hang of it, I swirl my tongue around, earning a loud moan from him.

"Fuck. You feel so good. You're doing so good, dollface." He groans. I look at up him to see him leaning his head back while he fucks my mouth, his eyes closed and his lips slightly open to let out quiet moans and groans. He opens his eyes to catch me sightseeing at his view, I look away to focus on my job, but then I glance back to him as my ears were met with his charming laughs.

"You're so cute, (Y/N)."

I blushed and smiled back at him.

My chest, thighs, and the floor was all covered in saliva and juices.

A few thrusts later and he picks up the speed, becoming more hasty and shaky. I can tell he's close.

He groans finally, his deep nasally voice spoke

"I'm gonna cum, (Y/N), and you're gonna take it all in like a good. little. doll."

I nod.

"Fuck!"

Then, he releases it in my throat. I swallow it all, not a drop dripping out of my lips. He puts a knuckle on my chin, pulling my head up to make eye contact with him, now kneeling in front of me.

"Where, uh.. Where'd ya learn how to suck dick like that, hmm?" He whispers, and I let out a giggle.

"Did I do good?"

He kisses me, our tongues colliding and he pulls out with a spit still on his mouth.

"You did amazing, doll. But now.."

He lifts me up the floor and throws me onto the bed once again. He rests his knees in front of me, hoisting my legs up and wrapping them around his neck.

"Now.. You're getting your reward, as deserved."

He rubs his tip on my swollen clit, exchanging heavy breaths with each other. My eyes are on him, not leaving it once. He leans in front to be closer to me, and I quickly pull him in, kissing him on the lips.

"Hey. Better stay in your place, sweets. Otherwise tonight's 'session' is gonna be longer than expected."He mutters.

"But daddy-"

He stops stroking.

"What- uh.. What'd you just call me?"

Now I'm hitting his weak spots. He loves being called that nickname, like I love being called his good little girl. He loves dominating me as much as I love being commanded by him.

"Daddy, plea-"

"Oh you're fucking getting it."

He strokes one last time before pushing his cock inside me. He's so big. I can remember the pain I felt when we first had sex, he stretched me out so much and I bled all over white sheets. But it was all worth it. Once he hit my sweet spots, I was in heaven.

I let out a moan, leaving him to do the same. He slides in and out, making lewd sounds that echoed around the room, blending with our whines and whimpers.

"Oh Jack yes! Fuck me! Please! Fuck me harder, daddy!"

"Awe, is my little doll enjoying herself?"

"Oh yes, yes I am!!"

"Let's see just how long you're going to last me, you pathetic little whore."

He turns me around and I feel a hard smack on my ass, leaving me wailing. He continues to thrust, slapping my cheeks the same time our hips collide when he bangs me mercilessly.

I feel his chest on my back and his breath at the back of my shoulder. He bites down on my shoulder blade, his yellow teeth deepening in my skin and sucking it. I cry and whimper to no avail, as he continues to mark my shoulder bone with purple and red.

He pulls back, blood dripping from his teeth and swallowing it. Jack continues to fuck me from behind while looking at me, close-up.

"You look so beautiful, even when you're getting your brains fucked out." He cackles in glee.

"You enjoy being messed up by my cock that much, don't cha?"

"Very much!"

"Then cum for me. Cum for me, you pitiable fucking nymph! Cum for daddy." He groans, his voice so deep that I can feel the air vibrate. He pulls on my hair while he places his left hand on my loin.

Those words were enough to make me do what he wanted, cumming in pure euphoria and those stupid butterflies fluttering inside my stomach. He turns me to him and I arch my back, giving Jack full access to my hips, grabbing them and pulling me closer to his pelvis, fucking me even faster than before.

I had just came, so my clit was really sensitive, and that, Jack knew very well. He puts his thumb on the spot, rubbing it bluntly.

The rhapsody I felt was slowly fading, but Jack had no plans on stopping.

"Jack- Jack it hurts-"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry my angel. It's almost over, alright? Keep your eyes on me."

And I do so. I put my hands on his cheeks to softly caress it, causing his eyes to flutter and sparkle. I smiled at the sight, almost forgetting the discomfort between my legs.

"Mhmm.. Fuck..!" Jack curses.

I felt the hot spurts of cum he planted inside me as his cock twitches uncontrollably. He pulls out, some semen left dripping on the bedsheets and on my stomach.

He lays down beside me and I put a hand on his chest. I scooch closer to him but he already pulls me in for our last kiss tonight.

"You.. You were- ah.. You were okay."

I let out a small chuckle on how bad and ridiculously he tried to deny what he felt.

"I love you, Jack."

I turn around and he spoons me in his big arms. I squirm around and purposefully rub my ass on his crotch.

...

His dick is still hard.

#imagines #the joker #joker #joker smut #heath ledger #heath joker #ledger joker #the dark knight #batman #fanfiction #joker fanfiction #fanfic #heath ledger joker

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi, I know your in a writing hiatus but I want to know if you are going to do lers! ten-ren with Lee!muchihiro and sanemi and giyu revenge

Get some good rest and read you later 🤗❤️❤️❤️

Okay so- I know technically this isn't a request, but I wanted to add it the ever growing "Ten-Ren Tickle attack" Saga I'm creating! Thus I wrote a fic for it anyway! :3 I hope you like it friend!

Mild Content warning for Swearing!

“Cuhuhuhuhuht ihihihiht ouhuhuhut! Iihiihihihihm sehehehheherious!” Muichiro giggled, helpless beneath Rengoku’s playful fingers as they danced across his skin. He had only come to report his progress to Master Ubuyashiki- not to be dragged into Rengoku’s chaos.

“Hi, Serious! I’m Kyojuro!” Rengoku smiled brightly, laughing alongside the younger Hashria’s giggle fits. “Hehe, I’ve been saving that one for Senjuro, but you’re good to practice with!”

As the flame Hashira brought the younger boy to even brighter laughter and giggles, Sanemi and Giyu watched on- hidden away in nearby bushes as they planned their attack. “Okay- here’s the plan.” Sanemi turned to look at the other. “I’ll go in for a frontal assault- he’ll get distracted, which gives Muichiro a chance to escape and you a chance to sneak up. He won’t be able to tell you’re there because of how quiet you are.”

“I don’t know- this is Rengoku we’re talking about. He’s well trained. What if he just catches on?” Giyu asked, biting back a snort when Muichiro squealed.

“We’re trained too- don’t forget that dumbass.” Sanemi rolled his eyes, ignoring the glare he received as he turned his attention back to the pair. “Even if he catches one of us- it’s two vs one. We can overpower him.”

“Maybe- and I’m not a dumbass!”

“Are we really having this argument right now?”

“Take it back or I’m not helping.”

“What-okay, fine. I’m sorry, you’re not a dumbass. That was rude of me. Forgive me?”

“.....”

“Please?”

Giyu sighed. “Fine. You’re forgiven. For now.”

“You two are cute, but maybe you should make your move now?”

Sanemi swore, Giyu’s eyes widening when he whirled to find Tengen crouched behind them, eyes dancing with mischief. “Ten-Gah!” Sanemi yelped when the former shinobi grabbed him, pulling him into his arms. “Fuck! Giyu! Ruhuhuhuhn!” The Wind Hashira cried, falling into fits of laughter as the other dug his fingers into his stomach, already earning fresh bouts of giggles.

Giyu didn’t waste the warning, shooting to his feet and making a mad dash towards Rengoku. “Hang on Muichiro! I’m coming-Ah!” His cry of bravery was abruptly cut short when Rengoku lunged, grabbing the other around the waist and dragging him to the dirt path below. “Ren-whahahhahahahhait!” He was already laughing before the other squeezed along his ribs, finding all the sensitive spots. “Haha! Such a brave tactic! Alas, never underestimate the Flame Hashira, Tomioka!” He smiled along with the other’s growing laughter, delighted by the flushed yet happy expression on the other’s face. “My, what a bright smile! Someone’s enjoying himself!”

“Yohoohohohoohu duuhuhuhuhuhumbaahahhahass! Ihiihihihi tohohohoohld yohoohohohu tohoohohohoho ruuhuhuhuuhun!” Sanemi cried from his own tickle trap, trying in vain to push away the other’s relentless tickles along his ribs. “Tehehehhehehen gehehehehhet ohohoohohohff thehehehhehere-GAhahhahahahha nohohohoho!” He cried, ducking his head when the other gently blew against his ears. “Noohohohooht thehehehhe ehehehhars!”

“Aww! Is someone a little ticklish? Hm?” Tengen cooed, carrying on his playful assault against the smaller man. He was so caught up in his game he almost didn't see Muichiro trying to run away. “And where are you going, my dear Muichi?” He shot a hand out, grabbing the other and pulling him in next to Sanemi, hand vibrating against his belly. “Coochie coochie coo, little one!”

“Tehehehhehehehengehehehehehen yoohohohohou jehehehehherk!” Muichiro cried, falling into helpless laughter once more.

“Oo, nice catch, Ten!” Rengoku called, grinning as he brought his own victim to giggly tears. Deciding to be kind, he gave the Water Hashira a much needed break, watching as he suchked down breath after breath in recovery. “You have such a nice smile, Tomioka! You should share it with the world more often!”

“H-Hush! Don’t say that!” Giyu blushed, arms coming up to cover his face. Rengoku snorted, reaching out and poking the other’s armpits, making him jerk with a yelp. Laughing, he stood, turning to his partner in crime. “Oi, Ten, let’s give our dear friends some air.” “Good point!” Tengen laughed, finally releasing the two, watching them sink to the ground in breathless laughter. “Heh, you two are so cute like this- it's practically radiating flamboyancy!” He teased, ruffling their hair and narrowly avoiding Sanemi’s bite. “Oi, watch those teeth!”

As Tengen and Rengoku scurried off to who knows where- most likely to plan their next attack, Sanemi and Giyu shared a look of exhaustion, mildly frustrated their revenge plan came to fail. “Sohorry…I thought I could tahake him…” Giyu groaned, sighing.

“Eh…don’t worry about it. We’ll get him next time.” Sanemi reassured him, reaching out and gently flicking Giyu’s bangs out of his face. “Sorry for calling you a dumbass again…”

“It’s fine. I know you didn’t mean it.” Giyu reassured him, earning a small smile.

“Aww, it’s nice to see you two getting along!” Misturi’s sweet voice carried over the boys, making them look up. “And here I thought you two would never get along.” “Oi, hush! How long have you been standing there!” Sanemi growled, feeling his face burn but too tired to sit up and glare properly. Giyu closed his eyes, also too tired to fully engage.

“I just caught the tail end of it all. But really- are you two really gonna try to take them on again?” Beside her, Muichiro walked up, dusting off his clothes. “You’re only gonna get wrecked again if you do so.”

“We have to! It’s the only way to put an end to their tyranny.” Giyu nodded, a rare glint of determination in his eyes. He really was into this now.

“Okay.” Mitsuri kneeled, eyes twinkling. “You want me to help?”

I hope this was good!

#Demon Slayer #sanemi shinazugawa #giyu tomioka #tengen uzui #rengoku kyōjurō #muichiro tokito #mitsuri kanjiro #tickle #fluff #Ten-Ren tickle attack series #Ten-Ren Tickle Attack!

[artificialqueens]

Tree House Kisses, Chapter 37 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters or to read on AO3, click here! XOXO!

Chapter Summary: Courtney and Adore begin repairing their friendship, slowly but surely.

Chapter 37: I Have Confidence

“Bonnie!” Courtney flung herself into Bonnie’s arms, causing the older woman to laugh and put down the tongs, stepping away from the grill.

“Hiya darlin’, how are you?”

“I’m good now.” Courtney’s voice was soft, muffled in her hair.

“Dory told me you were coming, so I threw on a couple of veggie burgers.” Bonnie gestured to the grill.

“Aww, thank you!”

“Do you still eat cheese, or have you gone all the way to the dark side?” Bonnie held up a package of jack cheese, which she was about to put on the burgers.

“Cheese is fine,” Courtney laughed. “Although you know I’m really here for your macaroni salad.”

“Hey, Court? You wanna stop hanging on my poor mother and help me set the table?” Adore called from the other side of the patio, arms full.

“Coming!” Courtney pressed one last kiss to Bonnie’s cheek before skipping over to happily fold napkins, just as Angie came outside with a couple of serving bowls.

As she laid out the silverware, Courtney looked up at Adore, setting the condiments at one end of the table. She snatched a piece of red pepper from the veggie tray and grinned, thrilled to be here with her best friend and surrogate family on this beautiful, breezy Spring evening.

Adore smiled back, the light in her hazel eyes making Courtney’s heart nearly burst with happiness.

“Who wants toasted buns?” Bonnie called.

“I do!” Courtney exclaimed, eyes glittering with amusement at the joke she knew by now was coming.

“Well then, come sit on the grill…”

Adore and Angie both groaned, but Courtney laughed uproariously as if it was the first time she’d ever heard Bonnie’s lame joke.

“Why are you encouraging her?” Adore asked, slinging an arm around Courtney’s shoulders and guiding her towards the house to get the rest of the food.

“She’s cute. I missed her-” Courtney stopped suddenly, not wanting to kill the jovial mood, but Adore nodded.

“She missed you too,” Adore said, tossing Courtney another smile before she entered the house.

Courtney took a deep breath, grateful and happy, and then followed her inside.

-

Trinity adjusted her pillow behind her back, accidentally jostling the porch swing and Willam on the other side.

Willam had joined Trinity at her Granny's for the weekend. He never missed an opportunity to get some homemade cornbread, mac and cheese, and Granny Bonet’s Famous Peach Cobbler.

Plus Granny Bonet was sweet as pie, soft-spoken with a roaring laugh. She always seemed genuine when asking Willam what he has been up to since they last had seen each other, never making him feel any different than her own grandkids.

"Shit, Trin! Don't make me drop the weed." Willam snapped, adjusting the book on his legs.

"Sorry, sorry. This thing was stabbing me in the back," she said, finally getting the pillow in place and turning to get comfortable.

"Eh, Fuck it!" Willam shrugged, taking the half-open joint to his mouth and wrapping it closed. "If I can roll up while Violet is driving, I can fucking roll anywhere. That bitch drives like she’s playing Mario Cart."

Trinity burst into laughter, nodding her head in agreement unable to vocalize.

"I don't understand how the hell she even got her license," Willam snorted, spurred on by Trinity’s giggles.  

"It's really not that bad," Trinity said, finally trying to defend their friend.

Willam gave an incredulous look over the flame he quickly ran over the joint.

"It's more so when she's impatient," Trinity clarified.

"Oh." Willam rolled his eyes before actually lighting and taking a quick intake. “So, all the time.”

"She's gotten better recently. I think Pearl's been helping her or something," Trinity shrugged, grabbing the joint.

"Wait, what? Pearl doesn't even have a car. That's not right." Willam sat up, staring seriously at Trinity.

Trinity held his gaze, intrigued by the wheels turning in his head. What could he be thinking?

"They're having sex!" Willam finally exclaimed triumphantly.

"What? No!" Trinity’s brow furrowed.

Willam shook his head and continued, "Actually, it's pretty obvious. And right under our noses. Violet’s one sneaky bitch."

"No, no, no, no, no," Trinity coughed, deep and loud.

"Yes!"

"Do you really think Violet is over Fame though?" Trinity asked, intentionally rocking the swing as Willam took another hit.

"Well, yeah. Or...maybe. Probably. At least, she should be."

"No." Trinity shook her head adamantly. “She’s definitely not.”

"Okay, Trin. If Pearl and Violet haven't hooked up already; they will. I bet you that."

"Bet what? Because I don't even know if Pearl is really Violet's type," Trinity hesitated.

"How so?"

"Like compatibility...in bed and stuff like that. You know Violet is forward and aggressive and Pearl seems sort of nonchalant but in the ‘you can't tell me what to do’ kind of way. Violet has to be the boss, and Pearl doesn’t seem like she’d let her. Incompatible." Trinity shrugged, snatching the joint from her cousin’s hand. “Don’t forget to share, dick.”

"Hold up! And how would you know what either of them is like in bed? You’ve given this a lot of thought, cuz." Willam looked genuinely shocked and confused.

“It’s just a guess,” Trinity said, rolling her eyes. She put the joining to her lips, inhaling deeply, even as her cheeks darkened in embarrassment. “I mean, you know, it’s not like I obsess over it or anything...shut up.”

“Omigod, Trin, are you gonna start lezzing out with those whores?”

Trinity started coughing and laughing, shaking her head.

“Never say never,” she wheezed, laughing even harder at the scandalized look on his face.

-

“What’s so funny?” Roy asked, tapping on Courtney’s thigh. She was sitting next to him in the booth at Denny’s, giggling to herself over something on her phone for about the 20th time since they’d sat down. They were with April and Bob, getting a late snack after the movies, and her mind was clearly elsewhere.  

“Oh, um...sorry. Adore just sent me this-” Courtney gave a sheepish smile. “You know what, it’s not important.” She closed her phone and stuffed it into her jacket pocket.

“Well, thanks for finally joining us,” Roy said. He was going for lighthearted, but it came out a bit cross and scolding.

“Sorry, daddy,” Courtney teased, causing April to burst out laughing and Roy to make an even grumpier face. She stole a French fry off his plate, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

“I think she needs a spanking,” Bob said, and Courtney turned to stick her tongue out at him.

“You need a spanking,” she informed Bob.

“Hell yeah I do.” He cast a sly look over at April. “You wanna spank me?”

“Not especially,” April said, feigning boredom as she sipped her strawberry milkshake.

“What about you, Court?” Bob wiggled his eyebrows. “Want to teach me how to behave?”

“You’re sick,” Courtney said.

“Come on, someone must want to punish me,” Bob whined, and then yelled, “Ow!” as Roy kicked him hard under the table.

“You’re welcome,” Roy said. “Now eat your chicken fingers.”

Courtney laughed, then felt her phone buzz in her pocket, fingers itching to open it and see what Adore might have sent. She reached inside; even just touching it made her feel better. When Roy got into a heated debate with Bob over whether the Jackass crew was in fact funny, she quickly flipped it open and checked.

ADORE: LOL but can you blame me?

COURTNEY: Of course not. You’re only human.

Courtney finished sending the text, quickly putting her phone back, when she looked up and saw April gazing knowingly at her. She shrugged guiltily, pulling her root beer float over and taking a sip.

-

Once Courtney and Adore made up, play practice became about ten times as fun. They didn’t have any scenes together, so whenever one of them was on stage, the other would be cheering them on silently from the wings.

Courtney was especially supportive once the performances began—not once leaving during Adore’s big solo, ready to leap out and fight anyone who would dare upset her this year. Fortunately, the protestors stayed home. Apparently, as Mrs. Maguire thought, just the words ‘Sound of Music’ were enough to appease them. They didn’t bother watching to see the genderqueer lead, lesbian nuns, drag queen baroness or gay messenger boy mincing about.

Closing night was a bit bittersweet for Roy—after all, he’d had a starring role in every show his entire 4 years there. College would be different, and he knew that this part of his life was now officially over. Courtney hugged him tight, and Adore teasingly told him that it was okay if he wanted to cry.

“Fuck off,” he said, burying his face into Courtney’s hair.

“What, I’m serious! We’re all very impressed at this display of emotion,” Adore said.

“Yeah, it really shows how secure you are in your masculinity,” Courtney added with a wink.

“Ugh! You’re both assholes!” Roy said before he stomped off stage.

“Hmm. I guess he’s not that secure,” Adore commented, and she and Courtney both began to giggle again.  

-

As May bled into June, days getting longer and warmer, Adore began to feel antsy for summer to begin. One Saturday, she invited Courtney for an old-fashioned sleepover in the tree house, just like the good old days, and Courtney enthusiastically agreed. It was their first one in almost a year, and both girls were excited to reconnect, but maybe a bit nervous. There was still so much that they’d never said to each other. Still so much that they didn’t know how to put into words.

Adore climbed up the ladder with pizza and drinks, just as Courtney finished laying out the sleeping bags.

“Pizza delivery!”

“Ooh, yay!” Courtney exclaimed. “And um...I stole this from the liquor cabinet. Hopefully Adam won’t miss it.”

She produced a nearly full bottle of Jack Daniels, which impressed Adore, and made her send a grateful little prayer to Karen’s latest boyfriend.

“Thanks, Adam!”

Feeling like she could use a little something to help her relax, Courtney took a big swig from the bottle.

“Ugh, this is disgusting!” Courtney winced at the bitter taste, giggling.

“There's Coke too,” Adore said, and off Courtney's horrified expression, clarified, “Coca-cola, you dumbass. You can use it as a chaser.” She gestured to the white bag on top of the pizza box.

“Oh. Right.” Courtney flashed an apologetic grin and pulled a bottle of Coke from the bag, taking a sip.

Adore shook her head, chuckling, taking the bottle from her.

“Here…” She poured some of the soda out the window, then carefully replaced it with Jack, taking a sip to make sure the ratio was right before adding a little more alcohol. “Perfect.”

“Ugh, Adore!” Courtney opened the pizza box, groaning. “There’s pepperoni all over it!”

“Oh shit.”

“Gross…”

“Sorry!” Adore said, explaining, “I haven’t been hanging out with a lot of vegetarians lately, I forgot. Here, I’ll eat the pepperoni off for you.”

“Then there will still be pepperoni juice,” Courtney whined.

“You’re such a pain in the ass. Pepperoni is barely an animal. I don’t even know what animal it is!”

“Yeah. Don’t you think that’s a problem?” She pushed the pizza aside and dug into the bag of cheesy bread instead.

“Well. Sorry,” Adore said again, and Courtney leaned back, giving her a smile before taking another swig of Jack and Coke.

“It’s cool, I can eat this.”

-

“So…” Adore traced the edge of the sleeping bag with her finger, by now a bit sleepy and rocking a healthy buzz, finding herself realizing again just how much she’d missed her best friend. She felt bad, wished she could take back all the months of silence. But instead, she settled for trying her best to find out how her life was going these days. “...How are things with Roy?”

“Good. Great, actually,” Courtney sighed. “He’s the best.”

“He really loves you a lot,” Adore said, the memory of their argument a few weeks back still fresh in her mind. How Roy was the one who, in spite of everything, got her to make up with Courtney—and all because he wanted his girlfriend to be happy. It was disgustingly sweet, actually.

“Yeah. It’s gonna be so weird when he’s gone next year…” Courtney said.

“Oh, right. Shit. How’re you gonna survive?” They’d been joined at the hip for so long now that Adore couldn’t imagine what school—or life—would be like for Courtney without him.

“I’ll manage,” Courtney said, rolling over onto her side. “Anyway, he’s going to UCLA, so he’s only gonna be a few hours away. I’ll probably still see him all the time.”

“That’s cool.” Adore took another sip of their makeshift cocktail, swallowing down her residual bitterness about Roy and Courtney’s perfect teen romance along with the whiskey.  

“What about you. Any...special girls I should know about?” Courtney asked carefully. She took the bottle from Adore’s hands.

“Special girls? Okay mom.”

“Shut up, you know what I mean! Anyone who-”

“Nah.” Adore shook her head slowly.

“Do you and Violet still ever-”

“No,” Adore said, not even letting her get out the question. “We both realized that it was super toxic, and we’re much better off as friends. And this time, it feels like it’s stuck.”

“And Pearl?”

“Pearl?” Adore furrowed her brow, shaking her head. She and Pearl were still in that weird place where things were almost flirty but not. And she was still the only one who knew the whole truth about what happened with Courtney. It was too hard to explain, so instead she just said, “No. Although she has been really great this year. You know...with everything.”

Courtney took another sip, nearly polishing off the bottle, and Adore crawled over to make a new one.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.” Adore once again poured the Coke out the window—this time maybe a bit more, and then replaced the contents with Jack.  

It was a few moments before Courtney spoke again. She appeared to be collecting her thoughts.

“How did you know that you were gay? Or...when…did you start thinking about it?”

Adore turned around, head tilted.

“Where’d this come from?”

“I’m just curious. You never really talked to me about it.” Courtney held a pillow in her arms, hair falling across her eyes.

Adore considered what to say, how honest to actually be in this moment, deciding that a few lies of omission were probably the best idea for everyone.

“I guess I always sort felt a little...different. And then when Violet started tutoring me, she kind of guessed? And she made me feel like...I don’t know. It was normal. Or at least, okay.”

“Of course it’s okay,” Courtney assured her, then asked, “So...was she the first girl you ever...had feelings for?”

Adore’s tongue felt thick in her mouth. She didn’t want to lie, not tonight when they were supposed to be bonding. But on the other hand, they’d only recently found their way back to each other, and what if she destroyed their delicate new reality? She didn’t think she could bear another fight, another period of loneliness like she’d had this year.

“Um...I guess I had little crushes before, but nothing that ever...went anywhere,” Adore finally said. Which was true.

“Oh yeah? Like who?” It was a fair question. A casual question. Her best friend showing interest in the inner workings of her heart.

“Uh…” Adore racked her brain for an answer that would satisfy her. “Remember that counselor we had at drama camp? Asia?”

Courtney did remember—she was a pretty Black girl with a dazzling smile, funny and lively but always sure to keep them in line.

“Oh yeah. She was cute,” Courtney nodded approvingly.

“And of course, um...Shakira.”

“Of course.” Courtney giggled, then bit her lip. “Anyone else?”

“Oh! Remember that girl who worked at Video Village? With the pink hair and all the piercings?” Adore grinned slyly, starting to have fun with this walk down memory lane.

“Her?!” This one, Courtney didn’t seem to appreciate, but Adore just shrugged.  

“Yeah! She was hot.”

Courtney took another thoughtful sip from the bottle before asking, “Have you ever liked a boy?”

“I used to try to make myself like boys,” Adore said. “Or, imagine that I did. But it was always just some dumb pop star or something. Like...remember Ashley Parker Angel?”

“No. Who?!” Courtney looked utterly confused, brow furrowed.

“The blond from O-Town.”

“O-Town!” Courtney giggled gleefully, a hiccup escaping her as she passed the bottle back to Adore. “Omigod. You had their picture on your binder and no one could figure out why.”

“Yeah, I know. Their music was terrible,” Adore admitted.

“They made music?”

Adore laughed, shaking her head.  

“And god, even my fake crushes were dudes with girl names…”

This made Courtney giggle some more, holding her pillow tighter. Her eyes drifted shut for a moment.

“What about you?” Adore asked.

Courtney’s eyes popped back open.

“What about me?”

“You ever like a girl?” Adore teased, poking her in the ribs. Fully expecting her to squeal in disgust, or burst out laughing.

But instead, Courtney looked back at her and said, “Besides you?”

Adore stared back at her for a long, heated moment. A million thoughts swirled in her head, but none so strong as the realization that Courtney was just fucking around, making her pay for her teasing. Adore started to laugh, shaking her head.

“Good one, bitch.”

Overcome with an impulse she couldn’t ignore, Courtney leaned forward and pressed her lips to Adore’s. And for a moment, it was perfect—Adore’s soft lips against hers, breath sweet and smoky from the drinks. And then Courtney felt a hand on her shoulder, shoving her backward.

Courtney clapped a hand over her mouth. What was wrong with her? This was exactly how she’d fucked things up last time. Her cheeks blazed red.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“I know,” Adore said hoarsely.

Courtney’s eyes filled with tears, terrified that this time, she’d fucked up for good.

“Are you mad?” she whispered.

“No.” Adore shook her head, giving a wry smile and reaching forward to pry the bottle from her fingers. “But you’ve probably had enough of this.”

Courtney let out a relieved chuckle, tension leaving her body as she laid back down against the bean bag chair. Things were okay; they were still friends and everything was back to normal. Or at least, as normal as possible.

“Dory?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you snuggle with me?” she asked, voice soft and tentative.

Adore turned to her friend, giving a gentle nod, saying “Of course,” before curling up beside her.

For a second, as she breathed in, Adore realized that Courtney must have switched shampoos. The scent of her hair was different, and the unfamiliarity of it gave Adore a strange pang of sadness.

But then, as they settled in some more, Adore realized that lingering beneath the surface was something she knew very well, something innately her that would never go away, no matter what perfumes she might use. And that, the sameness, was enough to make her smile to herself, arms wrapping tightly around Courtney as she pulled her in close.

#rpdr fanfiction #tree house kisses #scorpio #veronica #adorney #adore delano #courtney act #bianca del rio #bitney #bob the drag queen #trinity k bonet #willam belli #lesbian au #high school au #angst #fluff

[thestarsaroundyourscars]

hello darling💖i would like to formally request reddie at the other's place + first date for the kissing prompts pretty please! love youuuu :')

Yes, of course. Anything for you, Di. 

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"I swear Stan, the universe is conspiring against me!" Richie cried into the phone, throwing his head back against his pillow.

Stan let out a snort. "Did the universe force you to climb a tree while you were drunk?" 

"No, Bev did!" Richie argued, rolling his eyes. "The universe made me fall down and fracture my fucking ankle." He was glaring at it, where it was propped up on a bunch of pillows. 

"Does it hurt?" 

"Physically? No. They gave me some good drugs at the hospital." He said and it was true, he hadn't felt any pain since it happened⎯ when he had landed on it, heard a crack and felt like flames were spreading from his ankle all the way up to his knee. "Emotionally? Yes. I am in pain, I had to cancel my first date with Eddie." 

Stan's tone softened. "I'm sure he doesn't mind. He's been waiting for you to make a move for years, he can wait until you're out of bed rest in⎯ what, three days?" 

"Five." 

"You can always make it up to him." 

"Yeah, I guess." Richie said but he was still pouting, feeling sorry for himself⎯ not because of his ankle, he kind of sought that out when he didn't back out from Bev's dare, he felt bad that he had to miss his date with Eddie, just as he finally gathered up the courage to ask him out a few days ago, while the two of them were studying in the library. 

They agreed to go out today, on a Saturday and Richie had spent the past week wishing the day would come sooner. On Friday, Bev had invited him to a party where both of them got drunk and stupid and then the night had ended with a trip to the ER, his ankle on a brace and his ass restricted to his bed for the next five days, which ruined his plans to woo Eddie with a movie and a romantic dinner. 

Richie called him today and after Eddie yelled at him for not telling him about what happened sooner and drilled him with questions (Did you need surgery? Are you taking your meds? Is your leg elevated? Is someone taking care of you?), he told Richie not to worry about their date and focus on getting better. 

As soon as Eddie hung up, Richie had called Stan to complain. 

"Do you think this is a sign from the universe?"

"A sign that you're an idiot?"

"Fuck you, Staniel." Richie said with a laugh. Just then, there was a knock on his apartment door and Richie covered his phone with his hand to yell, "Bill! The door!" 

"Get it yourself!" Bill, his roommate yelled back, followed by a, "Oh shit, you can't. Don't worry, I got it!

Richie snorted, turning his attention back to the phone. Whoever it was at the door, was probably here for Bill anyways. "I meant, a sign that Eddie and I shouldn't go on this date. That this is a mistake and it could totally ruin our friendship and then⎯"

"Richie, it's Eddie!" Bill yelled, cutting off his rambling.

Richie perked up at the mention of Eddie's name before his eyebrows creased, wondering what he could be doing here. 

Maybe he also thought that this was a mistake and he was here to tell Richie that he regretted saying yes to the date, that he didn't want to go out with him anymore⎯

"Richie, I can hear you overthinking through the phone. Stop being an idiot." Stan said, voice softer than his words. Richie sighed, he was right. Stan was always right. Not that he would ever tell him that. "Now, stop talking to me and talk to Eddie instead." 

"Yeah, okay. Thanks, Stan the man." 

"Anytime, Rich." 

And with that he hung up, just as there was a knock on his bedroom door. "Come in."

Eddie's face popped in and Richie's heart fluttered, mouth immediately twisting into a smile. 

"Hey Rich." Eddie said, returning the smile.

"Eds, what are you doing here?" 

"Well, after you called earlier I started thinking⎯"

Richie's eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat. He could hear Stan's voice in his head, telling him to calm the fuck down but it was hard to listen to it. "Oh fuck, you don't want to do it anymore, do you? You're here to tell me that you don't want us to go on a date, ever."

Eddie's face scrunched up. He closed the door and moved closer to the bed. "What are you talking about? I figured that since you couldn’t go to the date, I'd bring the date to you." He held up his backpack. 

Richie blinked up at him, eyes darting between the bag and Eddie's face. "What?" 

"Yeah, I made some sandwiches and I brought juice and I raided Mike's candy stash for some chocolates⎯ you know, the ones you like, with the caramel filling." Eddie said as he started pulling out the items from the bag and dumping them on the bed. Richie was staring at him with a dumbfounded expression, having a hard time believing Eddie would go through all the trouble for him. "And I figured we could watch something on your laptop or something."

"Why?"

"Why?" Eddie echoed with a frown. "Why what?" 

"Why would you do all that?" 

This time it was Eddie giving him a dumbfounded expression. "Are you being this obtuse on purpose?" Richie shrugged, shaking his head. "I wanted us to have our date. I wanted to see you." He said, blushing slightly. 

"I wanted to see you too. I always want to see you, Eds." Richie said, smiling at him like a lovestruck idiot.

"So,” Eddie said, smiling back. “Is that a yes on the sandwiches and the movie?"

"Fuck yes." 

"Then scoot over, asshole." Eddie said, fondly. Richie moved to make space for him, careful not to jostle his ankle much. 

Eddie sat down next to him, his back against the headboard and their shoulders touching. He handed him a sandwich, tucked in a little Ziploc bag with a napkin inside, as well as a bottle of juice, which⎯ cute. 

Richie took a bite, sighing happily at how good it was. Eddie rolled his eyes with a snort. "Don't make a big deal, it's just a sandwich." 

"It's delicious, Eds." Richie said with a wink. "Just like you." 

"Shut up." Eddie shot back but his words lacked heat and he was smiling. 

"I gotta say Eds, this isn't exactly how I envisioned our perfect first date." Richie said after taking another bite.  

Eddie snorted, nudging Richie. "Are you kidding?" He smirked at him. "Do you know how hard I've had to work to get a cute boy in bed before?" 

Richie gave a startled gasp, twisting his head as best as he could to give Eddie a lopsided grin. "Aww Eds, you think I'm cute?" 

Eddie rolled his eyes, but Richie couldn't help but notice the way the tips of his ears turned red. "Shut up and drink your juice."

Richie nodded, taking a sip. "For the record, I also think you're cute."

"I know, you say it all the time."

"Well, it's the truth." 

Eddie bit down on his lip to keep his smile from growing and Richie couldn’t drag his eyes away from his mouth. He also couldn’t help but lean in and kiss Eddie. 

He could tell that he had taken him by surprise and just as Richie was about to pull back and apologize for rushing things, Eddie grabbed his chin and kissed him back. 

"I'm really glad you came over, Eds." Richie said when they broke apart after a while.

"Yeah, me too." Eddie said, grabbing Richie's arm and throwing it over his shoulders, tucking himself against his side. "Now, let's pick a movie."

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[sweetnestor]

ylh extra #4 | the spicy challenge

May 2017, just after Bella’s birthday

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“Hello everybody! My name is Markiplier and we are back with another challenge! Only this time, it's just me and Bella!”

“Hi,” I greeted to the camera.

“It's only the two of us because everyone else-” Mark pointed to Ethan and Tyler, who were behind the camera with Amy and Kathryn. “- is too scared to join us.”

“Ya bunch of pansies,” I added.

“See, Bella just had a birthday,” Mark continued as he placed a hand on my shoulder, “so in honor of that, we're going to be eating a bunch of different peppers and hot sauces.”

I couldn't help but scoff.

“What?” Mark asked, already fired up. We had been going head to head all day.

“He's lying to you!” I said to the camera. “Mark is just mad that I can eat a habanero without crying and he can't!”

“We're all mad at that,” Ethan spoke up.

Tyler, Kathryn, and Amy agreed.

“Okay -” Mark suddenly cut himself off as he looked at me.

I returned the eye contact, wondering why he just stopped. We looked at each other up and down, and then it clicked. We were both wearing red flannels.

“The one time you don’t wear black, and you steal my brand?” Mark asked, mock exasperated.

“Listen, I was feeling extra queer today,” I said as I fixed my collar. “And I’m probably gonna end up taking it off, depending on how this goes.” As soon as I said it, I realized how it sounded.

Tyler and Kathryn were cackling. Amy and Ethan were not so amused. This was weird. This was a weird situation.

“Because we’re eating hot peppers and I’ll sweat! Ya fuckin’ nasties!” I snapped.

“Yeah, it’ll get hot and sweaty in here!” Mark added before going back to the task at hand. “Okay, as you can see, we have several sauces and peppers laid out.” He gestured to the counter, where several small bowls of peppers and bottles of hot sauce sat. “We're gonna start with the least spicy thing and work our way up. You nervous, Bellaboo?”

I was surprisingly good at hiding how taken aback I was at the old nickname. I honestly had no idea if any of our viewers knew about the names we used to call each other. If they did, then this would be quite the throwback. Again, this was weird.

“Nervous is my default setting,” I replied with a smile. “I am excited, though!”

The first thing we tried was my very own recipe of habanero salsa. Mark seemed to think it wouldn't kick as hard since there were multiple ingredients to diffuse the burn, and he was partly correct. That was why we tried it first.

“This is actually delicious,” he said as we munched on some chips. “We're gonna put this aside to eat later.”

“If we don't burst into flames first,” I added.

The next small bowl contained long, thin, red peppers. This will sound weird, but they reminded me of childhood. If they were dry, I would have chowed down immediately and remembered the time my godmother fed them to me. I mean I still remembered with a grimace, anyway.

“Now this is the Bird’s Eye chili,” Mark explained as he held up the bowl. “It is one hundred thousand Scovilles, which is actually less than the habanero.”

“You mean they’re not called chiles rojos?” I asked stupidly as I was offered one.

Mark looked at me. “You’ve had these before?”

“I ate these as a child.”

“Of course you have!” Mark took a chili as well and then we clinked.

One bite was all it took for me to feel it. This was not childhood. I feigned my confidence, though, because Mark pretty much lost it and it really pissed him to see that I was not reacting dramatically.

I sucked in a soft breath. “It hurts a little bit.”

“A little bit?” Mark paced around the kitchen, struggling to cope with the flavor. After several minutes, he was able to introduce the next item. “Our first sauce…” He was speaking with a lisp, and he paused to take a breath. “Our first…Bella, if you please…”

I picked up the small, brown bottle with the yellow label. “Blair’s Possible Side Effects Hot Sauce. Aww, it comes with a cute little key chain!” I pointed to the skull on a small chain around the neck. “I’m keeping this, I want to remember this day forever.”

Then, we grabbed a chip each and dabbed some sauce on them. Mark and I clinked again and then we set ourselves on actual fire. Yeah, this one burned more than anything I had ever tried.

“Oh jeez,” I said once I had eaten the chip. I had my mouth open with the tip of my tongue sticking out.

Mark was crouching down on the floor. He let out a strangled, agonizing groan. He breathed quickly in and out, much like I was doing.

“Are you guys ready for your milk?” asked Tyler.

“No!” Mark and I snapped in unison.

“I could do this all day,” I said as I put my long hair up in a ponytail. Just like I had predicted, I was starting to sweat. “What's next?”

“I'm not ready!” Mark groaned.

Eventually, it was the Devil's Tongue, which was 125,000 Scovilles. Then, Red Savina: 350,000. It was getting worse. My eyes started to water, and my bowels were starting to fight back. I stared up at the ceiling to prevent my eyes from leaking, which was all to entertaining for our witnesses.

“You laugh, but my foundation was fifty dollars!” I told them, wanting to yell but I was afraid it would make my bowel move in ways I didn’t want it to. “Someone come wipe away my tears, I can't touch my eyes!”

Ethan quickly came over with a tissue and dabbed at the corners of my eyes. When I was able to look straight again, I pulled off my false eyelashes and put them in the palm of his hand.

“Take these, remember me when I'm gone,” I said mock dramatically.

Mark's shirt was stained with sweat, snot, and tears. He had been incoherent since the Devil's Tongue, so he just pointed at what we were going to eat next.

“I love how calm you are,” Ethan told me with a laugh, “while Mark is just dying…”

I would have laughed too, had I not felt like actually shitting myself.

“Why aren’t you suffering?!” Mark managed to cry out between breaths.

“Fire cannot kill a dragon,” I replied as my stomach ominously churned. Despite those words, I still took off my flannel, letting my sweaty armpits breathe by placing my hands on my hips. “It’s hot in here, right?”

“Cry!” Mark yelled. “React! Do something!”

“I’m dead inside.”

“Okay, okay. We’re skipping to the last one. This one has a story.”

I recognized the sauce that came in a coffin. I smiled and looked at Mark, despite how much my mouth was suffering.

“This is what started the whole thing,” I said, holding up the sauce. “A couple years ago, Mark used this in a video, I’m sure y’all have seen it. Later that day, he put this in my fucking food and let me eat it.”

“I told you what was going in your food!” he justified. “I didn’t trick you! I didn’t bamboozle you!”

“Five! Million! Scovilles!” That was the closest I got to yelling around these people.

“You didn’t die!” Mark argued with a shrug.

“Your intention was to turn me into ash! And I didn’t! I actually enjoyed it, and he was upset by it!” I told the camera. “Story time: Markiplier tried to kill me!”

“Now Bella’s gonna take a shot of this!”

“Dude, I’m on the verge of diarrhea. No way.”

That was a surprise to everyone in the room. Ethan and Tyler burst into laughter.

“Okay, fine,” Mark said, “I’ll take a shot of it.”

“You’ll burn a hole in your throat!” I warned.

It took a surprising while to talk Mark out of damaging his esophagus. He settled for each of us taking three drops of the sauce. In an unceremonious fashion, I twisted the cap open, and the smell made us both cough.

“Fucking Christ!” I exclaimed. “I forgot how powerful this is!”

“Here we go,” Mark grumbled as he dripped some sauce onto a plastic spoon.

“See you in hell,” I said as I got my own spoon of death.

We took the drops at the same time. The minute it hit my tongue, my life flashed before my eyes. I had a moment of realization…this was a mistake. My bowels were screaming and crying. My throat burned. Mascara went down my face.

Mark threw his head back, his face scrunched up in pain. He gestured for the milk, which Tyler gave him. Pretty soon, I gave in too and got my own quarter gallon. By the end of it, Mark and I were sweating, crying, and chugging so much milk that it would make us vomit later.

“I’ve seen the afterlife and it sucks!” I groaned, my tongue sticking out of my mouth. Milk was dripping down my chin.

“What happened to loving spicy food?” Mark asked with a sneer.

“I like it in moderation, you fuckwad!”

“So anyway, that was the… the Let's Drive Ourselves to Insanity Challenge!”

I scoffed. “I don't need peppers to make myself go crazy.”

“Okay, Edge Queen! This was the Spicy Challenge!”

#markiplier x oc #teamiplier x oc #sweetheart writes #ylh extra #there was literally no other reason for this #except that me and sam talked about this concept in depth last year #the idea was just so fucking funny #like yes come on i had to do it #like this just sets the tone for belliplier's post break up friendship ya feel #they hate each other and always go head to head #and yh i was too lazy to write in marks outro at the end alhdlkashlkfj #anyway this is not the angst i said i was writing #that still needs work #anyway thank u for validation

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Behind The Scenes 3 (2/???)

Author’s note: This post and the next two posts that take place in this city are going to be very short. As mentioned before, I am doing this as a way to buy time so I can completely finish BTS 3. I know I’m posting this early, but I have to because I am just going to be so busy for the next few days. One thing I want to point out is that, I am not Asian, I am not from an Asian country nor have I visited one and I’m not even from a big city in general. In advance, I’m sorry if there are details about these cities that are inaccurate. I have done my best to research these cities and countries to be as culturally and environmentally accurate as possible,but I can only get so much information with the schedule I’ve since I started writing. Sorry for any errors. 

Genre: friendship fluff?/ angst-ish  (reader x maknaes)

Word count: 1964

City: Beijing, China

Summary: It’s Jungkook’s birthday

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.

You felt someone gently nudge you. “Y/n… y/n…” the voice whispered. “Y/n wake up.”

In your sleepy state, you could tell that the mysterious voice was too gentle to be Rap monster’s, but it also wasn’t coming from the maknae next to you. You still didn’t take any chances and quickly sat up on command. Although you were now sitting up, your eyelids were too heavy and refused to open. “What do I have to do?” you asked.

“Shhh! Get up and come with us.” the voice instructed.

Without opening your eyes, you threw the sheets off you and stood up. A hand grabbed your wrist and you were guided to the other end of the Beijing hotel room. You didn’t open your eyes until you stubbed your toes on the end of the bathroom wall. You yelped a bit, but the voice shushed you again.

The light coming in from the bathroom was enough to help you see in the dark room. You were able to make out two bushes of hair hunched over the other bed. V and Jimin were fidgeting with what sounded like plastic bags.

“Don’t move too fast! You’re being too loud!” you were now more awake and realized it was Jimin who had woken you up and was now nagging at V.

V pulled out a cake and passed it to Jimin along with some candles and a lighter. Jimin quickly began decorating the cake.

“What is going on?” you asked.

“It’s Jungkook’s birthday, remember?” V whispered.

“Shit! I burned myself!” Jimin said in a hushed cry.

“And I’m the one being too loud!” V laughed “Here y/n” V handed you a large cookie. From its clear plastic cover, you could see it was iced to look like iron man.

Jimin turned around to you with the cake in his hands. “You and I are going to surprise Jungkook with this stuff while Tae records us all singing happy birthday.”

“How did you guys even get all this stuff?” you whispered.

V was still trying to work with the camera. “I got Hiro to order it. He dropped it off like five minutes- I got it! Let’s do this!” He exclaimed in an excited whisper.

The three of you made your way back to the bed you shared with Jungkook. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you~!”

Jungkook rocked back and forth, bothered by the sudden loud, off key singing.

“Happy birthday dear Jungkook~!!!” Jimin and V were practically shouting.

Jungkook was definitely awake by now and was just barely able to open his eyes.

“Happy birthday to the wonderful and cool, but very annoying being that is you~!” V squeezed in as many words as he could before you and Jimin finished singing the better-known version.

Jungkook sat up with a sleepy smile on his face. “Wow! All this for me?” he asking in his morning voice.

“Happy birthday!” V and Jimin said in unison.

“Happy birthday sweetie.” You said, attempting to sound even remotely cute.

“Aww thanks guys! Thank you, babe!” He smiled as he took notice of the camera in V’s hands. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you to him. He turned you around and sat you on his lap. You felt his arms wrap around you and his lips planted a kiss on your temple.

“Quick! Blow out the candles! They are melting in the cake!” V shouted from behind the camera.

Jungkook stared at the tiny flames and proceeded to blow out each one individually.

“What did you wish for?” Jimin asked.

Jungkook looked at you lovingly with a big smile on his face. “Hm, I don’t want to say. I don’t want to jinx the wish!” he said shyly.

Remembering the truce, you did your best to play along with the whole couple thing despite being so tired. “Tell us!” you begged.

“Oooh, what is this?!?” Jungkook’s face lit up when he noticed the giant Iron man cookie in your hands. He took it from you and tried to take off the plastic cover.

You fake smiled at his fake cuteness. “Oh nothing, I just got a giant cookie for my-“

“Giant Kookie!” He smirked, bouncing his eyebrows up and down.

“Shut up!” you laughed.

Jimin and V brought out the extra chairs in the room and sat next to your bed. V handed you the camera and you kept it aimed at Jungkook.

“So, did you like your birthday wake-up call?”

He looked at the camera, but then hid his face by opening the cookie container. “Um yeah… But it was just a bit too early.” He smiled as he finally got the cookie open.

“Do you like your cookie and cake or do you still want something else? What other gift do you want on your special day?”

“I already have ARMY and you. Those are the only gifts I need.” He giggled.  He tore of a piece the Iron Man’s head and stared at the icing. He opened his mouth to take the bite, but then stopped himself. “Here, you try it.” He moved the cookie piece close to you.

“No, it’s yours. You eat it first.”

“Please~. I wanna see how you react to it.”

“Kookie, that’s not how this works!” you laughed. “We are the ones to see how you like it!”

“Please~!” he whined.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Fine”. You took a bite from his hand. It was good, but way too sweet for your liking.

“Is it good?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I have to make sure it was jagi-approved.” He shoved the rest of the bite into his mouth. “Wow, it’s almost as sweet as you, y/n!” He smiled.

“Eeeewww! Ah, my poor ears are hearing all this cheesiness!” Jimin squealed, but you saw his smile quickly go away. Jimin caught you staring at him and he knew you caught him looking so unamused, so quickly put his smile back on. He cut the cake and handed you each a slice.

Jungkook took the camera out of your hand and rested his chin on your shoulder. “Here we go, let ARMY see the both of us.”

“No Jungkook. I don’t have makeup!” you whined. You tried to hide your face in his neck, but he kept moving.

“Let ARMY see our beautiful bare faces!”

“No.”

“But it’s my birthday!” he pouted.

“Fine!”

Jungkook focused the camera on the both of you. “Good morning! I’m sorry, I’m still sleepy so this is going to be short, but thank you! Thank you ARMY for sticking by me through another birthday and for still supporting us. To those of you attending the concert tonight and future concerts, I am excited to see all of you! Thank you again!” His persona was serious and full of gratitude. Then he looked at you with the same expression. “And thank you y/n. You’ve stuck around for a long time and through all the bad times too… we’ve put you through a lot, but you are still here…” He half smiled.

You knew what he was saying was only for the sake of ARMY, but his words hit you hard. A part of you really wished he was being genuine. His words felt like some sort of an apology for all that you’ve gone through. Even though your pain wasn’t going to go away, at least someone, even someone like him, acknowledged you… but you knew that wasn’t the case.

“I love you.” He said sweetly.

“I love you too.”

“Ya! None of that sappy stuff again!” Jimin complained.

“Yeah! I’m going to throw up if you guys kiss!” V laughed.

“Ah, fine we won’t.” Jungkook pouted “Ok! We are going to eat now. Bye ARMY! I love you all!” He screeched.

You waved bye at the camera. “Bye ARMY.”

Jimin took the camera and he and V did a farewell of their own while you and Jungkook started eating. You were too tired to move and Jungkook was too tired to say anything, so you just stayed on his lap. No one spoke as you all ate, not till you all finished.

“What are we going to do with the rest of the cake?” Jungkook asked.

“I can go take it to Hiro and Minho. They might want it.” V suggested.

“Why didn’t the rest of the guys come and sing?” you asked.

“Because Hoseok is too fucking high to wake up right now. Yoongi is probably too hungover to deal with the singing. Namjoon and Jin… I just didn’t feel like waking them up.” Jimin said.

“Oh… well, how else are you guys going to celebrate? No offense, but this little thing wasn’t really too special…”

Jungkook reached over your thighs to grab a napkin. “Well, it’s usually like this during a tour and as long as ARMY saw something, it doesn’t really matter to me.”

“There is the concert tonight and tomorrow night.” V began. “But we are going to be here a third day cuz Namjoon has a deal to go to. We can go shopping and say it’s a late celebration!”

“Don’t you have to go with him to that deal?” Jimin reminded

“Fuck! I forgot!”

“I wish I could go.” Jungkook mumbled. “I want more money.”

“Why can’t you go?” you asked.

“Cuz of you, part of the punishment.” His tone expressed his annoyance.

“Jungkook!” Jimin hissed.

MAKNAE POV

Jimin could tell y/n got a bit upset by Jungkook’s tone.

“I’m just gonna go wash up now.” She said softly. She got up and walked into the bathroom.

“Look at what you did!” Jimin hissed again. “Stop saying shit like that, it reminds her of that night!” He made sure to keep his voice low so that Y/n couldn’t hear him.

“It’s not like I meant it that way!” Jungkook said, keeping his voice low as well.

“She deals with a lot already! Besides, you should be happy you aren’t going on the deals anymore. Those things are fucking dangerous. Last time Tae was almost shot!… Why do you keep going to those things?!?” Jimin’s attention was now on V.

“Don’t get mad at us! You go on them too!”  V shot back.

“Yeah, but that’s only sometimes and it’s because I’m forced to go! You guys go voluntarily!”

V was about to speak, but Jungkook cut him off. “There is nothing wrong with us making more money! We get that you don’t fucking like Namjoon, but what he does for us and let us do isn’t that bad!”

“Not that bad? Not that bad?!? What we do is wrong and we all know it! Is all the shit he’s done to us not that bad?!? I fucking hate what I have to go through!” Jimin said angrily. “What about the shit he’s done to you? You still stick by his side after what he did, or did you forget?!?”

Although their tempers were growing, they kept their voices low enough so y/n still couldn’t hear them from the restroom.

“Of course I haven’t forgotten! How the fuck can I forget something like that?!? But Namjoon had a fucking point and I fucking got over it! And don’t put yourself on a high horse just cuz things are “good” between you and y/n. You are a big reason that she went through a lot of shit!” Jungkook shot up from the bed. He grabbed his jacket and began slipping on his shoes.

“Where are you going?” V asked.

“I need some air!” Jungkook said as he walked out of the hotel room.

“Did you really have to bring that up Jimin?” V asked disappointingly.

“Shut up!” Jimin knew he crossed the line and he already felt extremely guilty about what he said.

Y/n stepped out of the bathroom and Jimin rushed in before V could start lecturing him.

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The Flame and the Flower by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

Ok everybody. 

I decided to quit my live reading because I was so worked up and the entirety of my posts would have just been WTF and I didn’t want to dismiss this completely as an important piece of literature for the romance genre. 

So I am going to be as academic and professional as possible in this review. 

So without further ado. Here we go. 

Heather Simmons is an orphaned, gorgeous woman who is constantly abused by her uncles wife. One day her aunts brother comes to town and offers to take her to London to work as a teacher. 

Heather is so desperate to get away from this life that she jumps on the opportunity. So she goes, but when he tries to rape her she accidentally “murders” him.

So she flees, fearing the hangman’s noose. While she is sitting in the street, trying to figure out what to do, two men come and grab her, saying she is perfect and the captain will love her. 

She is then given to the Captain and raped. After he rapes her yet again, he finally learns that she is not truly a prostitute. 

“his frown deepened as he wondered what repercussions there would be for this deed. Perhaps she was kin to some high official. He could almost feel the cold steel of the ax biting into his neck. He rose from the bed and stood by its edge, his back turned to her.”

He does not care about what he has done to her but about the repercussions that might come down upon him.

And when he finds out she has no concerned family, he is relieved and continues to offer her a position as his mistress.

She is outraged and tries to sneak away (while he is still in the room with her?) and he yells at her, telling her she is “too unique to find a replacement for,”. 

Heather is terrified of him and is complacent (ish, she still fights a bit, and argues with him) but she bides her time. The first opportunity she truly get she escapes and goes back to the countryside. 

Her aunt and uncle are surprised but take her back her aunt being as ruthless as ever. 

SPOILERS!!! I think everything else I wrote is common knowledge of the book but the rest is less. If you don’t want to know anymore continue down to wear it says thoughts, where I will be much more vague about the book.

While home, Heather is abused more than before, and has decided to try to look for a job. A month or two (it is not specific) Heather is entering the bath and her aunt sees her and quite literally loses her shit.

“Suddenly Aunt Fanny choked on the tart she was swallowing. With a strangled cry she leapt from her chair, alarming her niece who whirled around to look at her. The woman’s eyes were wide, staring at her in horror, and her face had gone from beet red to ashen gray. Aunt Fanny charged across the room toward her and Heather cringed away, thinking her aunt had gone mad. She was seized viciously by the arms. 

‘Who are you breeding by, missy? What jackal have you hooked yourself to?’ the woman screeched.”

So yeah. Heather is now pregnant by her attacker. 

She tells her aunt and uncle the truth and it is decided she will marry him to preserve her honor.

And so begins Heather Simmons terrible story. 

Thoughts: 

Throughout the book, most of the book, Brandon, Heather’s attacker, tries to punish her, for him having to marry him. His logic LITERALLY never makes sense and he is mean and aggressive and just generally nasty, after the first three times he never sexually assaults her again, though its a constant battle of should he shouldn’t he (NO BRANDON YOU FUCKING SHOULD NOT) and he ultimately never does. 

Some good points about this book come through very clearly. Woodiwiss’ storytelling ability is AMAZING. She weaves her stories together beautifully and there are so many layers to the story (not to the characters, most of the characters are absolutely deluded, but the story). 

It really is a crazy ride beginning to end. And though I HATED Brandon, there were some admittedly cute scenes between Brandon and Heather, and truly if there had been no sexual assault and they had met on mutually consenting terms, the story would have been lovely, even with Brandon’s little bursts of anger, as he never physically hurts her after the sexual assaults. 

I really, REALLY wish it had started out differently. And had just been different. But alas it was not. Everytime I was like aww cute, later on it was short lived, because I then remembered the terms on which they married. 

Also, HEATHER. HEATHER WHAT ARE YOU DOING. She literally treats that sack of crap so amazingly. I have so many problems with Heather. One moment she is terrified of him and the next he makes her feel safe. One moment she is fuming the next she is thanking him for taking her away from her old life. Good lord girl. Also, I do not enjoy the way her physicality was written, though I am aware it was in the old skool fashion. 

Why I think, and have heard and read, that this book is important to the genre is because she allowed us to see inside the bedroom where the sex was happening. This was new and allowed a very distinct change in the genre.

For more information on the importance of the book you can check out some of the resources I looked into and read (Not many as they all said basically the same thing):

Beyond Heaving Bosoms by Sarah Wendell and Candy Tan

Another Look at: Kathleen E. Woodiwiss’ The Flame and the Flower. Charles, John (author). :

https://www.booklistonline.com/Another-Look-at-Kathleen-E-Woodiwiss-The-Flame-and-the-Flower/pid=8413871

Avon on the air with Sarah Maclean, The Flame and the Flower Anniversary re-read (PODCAST)

https://soundcloud.com/avon-on-the-air/sarah-maclean-the-flame-and-the-flower-anniversary-re-read

Would I Recommend It?

That is a very tough question to answer. I guess it is person to person. If you want to read it for any reason (academic, fangirl, just cause, curiosity, etc) then you do you girl! I think for what it is, it is an... interesting (?) read. And while it was very hard for me to get through a lot of it, I do not regret reading it. I laid my problems with the book pretty clearly, and I think you have to make the decision for yourself.

My rating, however is probably a 2 out of 5. And it only got the two because of the storytelling itself as well as Brandon’s brother Jeff, who I did not mention in the review, but is pretty great most of the time.

So there it is.

I know I did not do well and I apologize 

But I tried. So yep!

Happy reading and much love,

~Sunny.

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