#but like it’s a couple days till competition so I’m not gonna force them to stop or anything

[quibbs126]

If there was a Brownie Cookie, would they be from the Dark Cacao Kingdom, or Dragon’s Valley?

Because like, chocolate seems to mainly come from the Dark Cacao Kingdom, but also like, the Mala Tribe decor set also has some brownie stuff, like the tiles and a chair in one

I dunno, I’m tired right now

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #questions #random stuff #there’s a meeting going on for my robotics team that’s been going since 7 #I’m not actually doing anything but since they need a laptop and mine’s the only one that works I have to stay #it’s about 10:30 #actually I’ve been here since 6 since I left my dorm early #but like it’s a couple days till competition so I’m not gonna force them to stop or anything #why did I mention this?

[loostssoul]

if you kissed me - Rodrick Heffley | 1.9k

Yeah yeah i know i haven't written since a million years ago. and yeah yeah i know this is my first real fanfiction i posted on tumblr. fair warning, i'm not the best writer, i honestly just do this for fun and i'm totally up to criticism because i do want to make my writing better. if this is literally inaccurate, im sorry its been like 5 years since i've read the books. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fluff-fest that I created in the span of a few hours.

paring: rodrick x reader genre: fluff. lots of fluff

Credits to the maker of the picture! 15 Days till the Contest | 9:42 PM, Saturday

Plick, plick, plick

My speakers were blasting so loud I almost didn’t hear the sound of pebbles hitting my window.

Plick, plick, plick

I rubbed my eyes and slammed my laptop shut, walking toward my bedroom window. Peering down, I saw a figure a few yards down from my second-story bedroom, looking back up at me. Dark brown, messy hair that stuck up around his face. A red and black flannel, black ripped jeans, and, (of course) a tee-shirt with “Loded Diper” clumsily written on it. A grin spread on his face as he saw my face come into his view, causing me to blush. Rodrick Heffley, Crossland High bad boy, and my boyfriend.

I unlocked the latch to my window and stuck my head out, taking in the cool air and letting the neighbors enjoy the music I was playing (they never did). I looked down.

“Y/N!” He whisper-yelled

“Evening, Heffley.”

“I need to tell you something!”

“What’s so important that you have to scratch my window instead of using the power of modern technology to call me?”

His mouth opened to give me a response, but nothing came out. I smirked, “Come on up.”

I opened the window wider as he climbed the trellis that lined the back of my house. I backed up to my door and locked it. Precautions, my parents liked Rodrick but they definitely wouldn’t approve of him in my room at night. I looked back and I saw him, every feature of him illuminated by the light of my room. His cheeky smile and chocolate brown eyes. He slowly closed the window and walked toward me, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. I still got butterflies whenever he touched me.

“Hey, Spiderman. What did ya climb in here to tell me?” I asked

“I got Loded Diper into a contest.”

My eyes widened, Loded Diper, my boyfriend’s rock band, wasn’t exactly known for being the best. It was mostly known for his mom’s insane dance moves during the Plainview Talent Show. But of course, i'll never say that in front of his face.

“You did?! That’s awesome Rodrick!”

“Yeah! It's a battle of the bands contest, we’re going against two other bands. I really think this is gonna be our big break!” His eyes sparkled in excitement.

His happiness was contagious, he was like a goddamn puppy. I pulled him into my arms. “I’m proud of you Rod.” I muttered and smiled into his collarbone. I felt him inhale the scent of my hair and twirl my locks around his fingers.

“Hey,” he said, breaking the hug. “I’m having practice tomorrow with the band, you wanna come?”

“Sure. I go to every practice anyway, why miss out on this one?” I shrugged.

He chuckled and looked at me. Really looked at me. That’s one of the reasons why I fell for him. It never seemed like it, but he paid attention. We’ve only been dating for 4 months, but he knew me like no one else did, and I knew that in the way he looked at me. I felt his hand cup my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek in small circles. I looked up at him, noticing how tall he was, how close he was. Was I the one who leaned in? Was he the one who leaned in? Did we just do it subconsciously? Did he want this? Was he ready? Was I ready?

The ringing of Rodrick’s phone filled the room. The daze we were trapped in was gone and we separated, our faces red. Rodrick picked up the phone, it was his mom.

“Yeah, mom? Mom...I’m in the middle of something. I’ll do laundry later, ok? Now? C’mon… Alright, fine. Bye.” He hung up. “Sorry, I gotta blast.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked him as he started toward my window.

He looked back at me and planted a kiss on my forehead, the farthest we’ve ever gone with physical touch as a couple.

“Tomorrow”

~~✰✰✰~~

14 Days till the Contest | 1:22 PM, Saturday afternoon

“Should we take it from the top?”

Practice wasn’t going so well. I could feel the nervousness, the tension. Drums were slightly off beat, the guitarist’s fingers would fly to the wrong places on the fretboard, lyrics would go all over the place. The contest was two weeks away, and Loded Diper was already feeling the anxiousness. I sat on the floor of the garage, on top of a picnic blanket I found. To Rodrick’s dismay, his mom forced him to let Greg watch band practice, as a form of “brother-to-brother bonding time.” Greg sat next to me, mockingly covering his ears.

“Oh thank god, it's done.” Greg said with an immense amount of sarcasm and uncovering his ears.

Rodrick threw a crumpled-up piece of paper at his head, “Shut up.”

“Both of you, be nice.” I laughed. “I think you guys should take a break for a while, maybe shake off the nerves.”

“Good idea Y/N, 20 minute break everyone!” The lead singer said. Everyone spread out, grabbing a piece of pizza ordered earlier and laying down. Greg ran out of the garage, yelling, “I’m free!”

Rodrick stood up and began gulping down a bottle of water. He wore a black tanktop and black ripped jeans, sweat dripping down his forehead. I ran up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He turned and faced me, running his hands through my hair, lost in thought.

“You ok, Rod?” I asked him.

He sighed, “nerves”

I leaned my head on his chest, “You’re gonna do great, you’ve done so many gigs in the past. Think of this as one of those!”

He smiled at me, “You know what would make me feel a lot less nervous?”

“Oh god. What?”

A really common thing Rodrick did was try to bargain a kiss on the lips from me. It's been an ongoing joke, a meaningless bit he did all the time. I’ll do my homework if you kissed me on the lips. I’ll smile in the picture if you kissed me on the lips. It still hasn’t worked.

“I might be less nervous if you kissed me on the lips.” He whispered to me.

I rolled my eyes, “If that’s what it takes then I think you’ll lose the competition.”

He let go of me and laughed, my favorite laugh. “Worth a try.” He shrugged, going off to join his bandmates and the pizza. But as I watched him smile and laugh with his friends, I lost myself. I thought about the previous night. The way we fit into each other, the closeness, the fact that was so close that I could see my reflection in his eyes.

Maybe I should just say yes.

~~✰✰✰~~

The Day of the Contest

For the past 2 weeks, Rodrick has given me the “kiss-bargain” joke 9 times. Every time, I deflected it with sarcastic remarks, and every time I regretted not agreeing.

I sat on the front steps of my porch, waiting for Rodrick to pick me up. I regretted the jean shorts and plain black tee-shirt I had on, as a cold breeze brushed my skin. I pulled my black leather jacket on, which I painted “Loded Diper” on the back in white paint. Then, I heard it. The echo of heavy metal turned to full blast, and… the faint sound of something big getting knocked over. Oh god, they’re here. The white van with “Loded Diper” written in huge words screeched to a halt in front of my house.

The window rolled down, revealing my boyfriend and his excited grin. “Get in.”

~~✰✰✰~~

30 minutes till Loded Diper preforms

It felt surreal to be backstage, and really exciting. Energy was flowing through the room, as all the other bands talked and played. The rest of the band members seemed excited, full of adrenaline. Except for Rodrick, he’s been nervous ever since soundcheck. His leg was bouncing,he twirled his drumsticks around, drumming them on random objects, and his eyes stared into nothing.

“Rodrick, you want me to do your eyeliner?”

“Huh?” He didn’t take his eyes away from the ground, his voice seemed far away.

I lifted a liquid eyeliner pen I had in my pocket, “Eyeliner. I just did mine, we can match!”

He lifted his head and noticed me. I had my eyeliner smudged, just like he always does during a gig. He grinned, “Yeah. Yeah sure.”

I’ve done his eyeliner many times in the past, and I loved doing it because I had to be as close to him as possible. So I hopped onto his lap, pressing myself close to him, trying to comfort him with my warmth.

“Close your eyes.” I ordered.

As I applied his eyeliner, I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. It was heavy, and fast. I’m pretty sure I would still hear it if I wasn’t as close to him as I was, even though the loud music blasting through the theatre.

“Done”

He opened his eyes, and butterflies flooded my stomach. We were close. Very close. Should I do it? Should I lean in?

Rodrick probably sensed my flustered-ness. He smirked, “Cat got your tongue?”

I rolled my eyes, blushing hard. “Shut up.” I said, playfully punching him.

~~✰✰✰~~

“5 Minutes until Loded Diper performs!” A man exclaimed to us.

Rodrick was as nervous as ever. We’ve been standing on the left wing of the stage, watching the other bands play. It felt like a bunch of Loded Diper copy-pastes. A bunch of high schoolers, weird names, very aggressive playing. But they were still pretty good. Rodrick was biting the nails of one of his hands and tapping his other hand on the wall behind him. I looked up at him and held his hand, stopping it from fidgeting. He smiled nervously.

Now or never Y/N…

“Hey, you said that if I kiss you, you won’t be as nervous. Right?”

He looked at me, wide eyed. He seemed to be trying to compute what I said.

I stood on tiptoe and put his face in my hands. It was that night all over again. Every detail of his face, of him was in full view. His eyes, his eyeliner, his scent, his lips. I leaned in.

His lips were soft against mine, but they were tense, flustered. I was terrified, It was the wrong place, the wrong time. Until I felt one hand in my hair, another on my waist, pulling me closer.

How long was the kiss? A few seconds? It felt like minutes, hours. Sparked ignited. Butterflies flew in my stomach. His scent was the only thing I smelled, his warmth was the only thing I felt. The music faded away. Everything faded away. It was just him and I. Until we broke apart, taking in deep breaths of each other. We wanted more, but Loded Diper was playing in a few seconds.

“Hey, Rodrick.”

“Yeah?”

“If you win I’ll kiss you again”

We both knew I would kiss him regardless.

I didn't edit this because editing is for wimps (just kidding be responsible and edit your work)

please like and reblog because it gives me serotonin and i need that

#rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick rules #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #fanfiction #rodrick heffley x reader #doawk #devon bostick

[ringmyheart]

Can I request Vin Jin boyfriend headcanons and some fluff? (You don't have to force yourself)

(This and the other vin jin rq were merged!)

Honestly the way I see it, it doesn’t matter if you’re a very calm person or outgoing person. No matter what this relationship is gonna end up being considerably chaotic

He ropes you into everything he does. Doesn’t matter if u r a design student or an architecture student or if ur on the opposite side of the school from him, u r practically in his class. Dating him is like signing a contract sealing away ur own life bc he makes it a point to be ALWAYS w u

In class he doesn’t gaf if the teacher has ur seat on the other end of class, he is somehow finding a way to sit next to u against ur will or not. And when the teacher moves u two away from eachother INTENTIONALLY bc of this, he is threatening whoever happened to sit next to u to trade seats w him. He will go as far as to dress up as them to make it look like they’re them to be next to u and he’s so dramatic ab it.... being away from u felt like u were star crossed lovers whom the world was fiercely against

And if UR against this cuz ur tired of getting in trouble in class, or if you reject any of his advances, he’s gonna be really, really, really offended. He will at first sputter and be kinda shy and embarrassed about it, before he goes “fine! Have fun on your own without me, the greatest thing in your fucking life!”

He move seats back and will glare at you periodically every five minutes to pavlov dog you so that every five minutes every day, even when he’s not there, you feel the burning stare of vin jin

If you’re his s/o, he’ll buy you a matching pair of sunglasses so ur the freshest looking couple around Seoul (they’re hideous and thick but he thinks u look fly)

The glasses don’t have nearly as many layers as his does for himself so u can see, and u wonder how he managed to make them just as bulky and if he did it on purpose to sabotage u. Like “did u make my glasses purposefully ugly so no one else will want me?”

U have to dodge a punch after saying anything like that ab his fashion decisions LMAOAO

He’s rlly proud of u two matching. With the glasses and anything in general. He’ll make you wear a jacket matching his, or the same shoes and he will stop people in the hall and be like “wait. Notice anything cool ab us today?? Cooler than normal??”

And when they don’t respond he boasts “that’s right!! Me and my other half r matching. Look at us and weep, losers.” He thinks u two look so good....... if ur enthusiastic ab wearing matching things too he is elated u have to pray that tomorrow he won’t show up w another “if lost return to Vin Jin” “I’m Vin Jin” pair of jackets or anything of the like bc it happens SO OFTEN

And on the topic of sharing when it’s cold he likes to share jackets and blankets w u. Ur desks r moved by eachother by vin jin himself and u two share one blanket over u and shiver bc he just likes it, sharing w u plus he’s slightly warmer. And yes if you guys had indivizual blankets you would be warmer, but u guys have to struggle together he doesn’t care what anyone says (yes even ur protests ur sharing that one blanket wether he has to wrap it around u himself and tear up the one u brought on ur own or what”

He is so blind in love that he cannot tell when u guys suck at stuff. Like if ur in the wrong he doesnt care ur RIGHT and he’s taking that to the grave. He can belittle u and call u out but if someone else says ur in the wrong it’s on sight

Will die protecting ur name even when ur the one who was genuinely wrong

He forces u to make a beat for him to rap to. He loves rapping and wants to enjoy it w u, so ur forcefed YouTube videos of how to beatbox so u can be his bgm and eventually u probably just start to enjoy it to

And u always start a beat and he starts busting out rhymes and it’s SO BAD. It doesn’t matter if ur good at beatboxing if vin Jin is on the track w u it’s gonna sound terrible he brings the quality down immensely but u two just cannot tell

Like after a two session ur like “omg... that was so good. We should go pro?” “Fuck yea we should we’re better than those posers” “we could rlly make it in the industry fr” no u absolutely could not

During the school festival, u sang with him and it was SO bad. Half the crowd is gonna have 2 be hospitalized but u two had FUN up on the stage

Like I said, he has absolute faith in u. All u do is right. If ur driving a car for the first time, he is going to be ur little hype man doesn’t matter if u suck. U hit a curb and he went “YES babe!! Ur killing it cant wait till u hit the road bby” Ur not allowed to touch a car for the next two years now bc he kept cheering u on when u we’re doing CLEARLY wrong things

On a plane u r looking for the bathroom like pensively and u see a handle and look back and r like “is this it???” And vin jin thinking u r all righteous will go “yea babe go for it” and u open it and u depressurizate the cabin immediately

Now both on like 5 no fly lists

He loves to do things with u, like I mentioned earlier, and things he wouldn’t do alone he’ll do w u. Like drawing alone?? Boring. Drawing w Y/N??!!! Who knows what could happen..... so much fun could ensue. Maybe he will draw u cutely. Maybe he will draw u so ugly u will be forced to engage in a fight.

He likes to play just dance w u and compete for the “greats/all star!” Little titles above, and it becomes like a Friday night ritual for u two to turn just dance on and just go at it. But sometimes he’ll get too intense and suddenly he’s actually fighting for the chance to beat u. Will trip u so u lose on purpose

He makes u listen to him sing and rap to u. And u try to leave and he hugs tightly and is like LISTEN IFS FOR U, DONT BE UNGRATEFUL and now u have to listen

He makes u a mixtape of songs he made himself and they are all considerably worse than “remember the times we had”. It’s uploaded on SoundCloud and all the comments r hate and u listen to it a lot bc u know he loves u sm he made u a mixtape ya ur gonna play that but everyone else hates it w a passion

Like the comments r like:

Daniel: well.... it’s definitely a song 😅 I’m glad you love (y/n) so much!

Duke: he’s not making it out the hood 😐

Zach: never let this man in a studio AGAIN

Mary: this should’ve stayed in the CD

(Y/N): love it! 😍

Zoe: kill your producer 💀

Mira: ...

He’s overprotective too

If someone looks at u for more than a second he’ll go “what?? U think she is hot, huh? I’ll kick ur ass fucking perv.... cmon babe let’s go”

Will throw his arm around u and streer u the opposite way of any potentially good looking ppl to keep ur eyes on him

Oh Daniel is coming?? What a coincidence u and vin Jin suddenly have to turn the corner to the other way of ur classroom for some reason

Eli is near?!!! Oh no u just got milk spilt in ur eye!! Oh no now he has to wipe ur eyes and u two have to leave the cafeteria whatever will he do

It’s not that he doesn’t have faith in u, he doesn’t have faith in other men. Like he thinks they r all competition, and doesn’t doubt ur loyalty rather doubts how good he can b for u

WILL beat someone up for u. If someone smokes while ur around suddenly his fists r swinging at them cuz even if u smoke or vape urself no one else can get that stuff in ur lungs but YOU or HIM!!

If ur crossing the street and a car almost hits u, it’s the cars fault and he’s kicking the license plate and cursing it out for almost touching u “stupid fucking piece of metal”

Is the type of boyfriend to call u when he knows ur in an Uber and be like “babe u got ur gun w u right?? Oh don’t forget ur BOMB and ur MACHETE!! Yeah just left the house I killed some ppl nbd haha anyways HRU what’s ur Uber driver like” so the driver of ur car won’t even think ab kidnapping u. He has got ur back even when u do not want it

He doesn’t want u to see his eyes, so he’ll tell you to look away so he can take his glasses off and look at u in full color in all ur glory but he never tells u WHY he’s telling u to look away u think it’s a weird thing of his, or he’s insecure ab his face which is partially true but really he’s taking his glasses off and just looking at u. Adoringly.....

He hates PDA. He loves PDA. Do u see his dilemma

Like he loves PDA but doesn’t want anyone seeing him vulnerable even u.... so he’ll hold ur hand and be like “EWWW WHAT R U DOING GET YR HAND OFF MINE”

If u take the lead THATS best bc he can blame it on u and it’s ur fault he HAS to lock fingers w u cuz u did it to him first and he has an excuse to touch u and v like u started this im just sending u ur own energy back 😤

The type to be just like blind, overwhelmed in love. Always thinks ab u, always wants to be w u, worries ab u a lot and frets over u without showing it.... he hates it and loves it to death. Despises it but wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world

Eats lunch w u in the cafeteria and if u sit w someone else u r the ultimate traitor and he will trash talk u to hide his hurt to Mary the entire lunchtime. Kinda possessive.... wants u to also only think about him

WOULDNT EVER fight u for real. Play fights occur VERY often, like pillow fights, tripping ur foot when u say a joke insulting him, grabbing ur collar but he would sooner die than lay a finger on u

Verbal fights happen a lot and if he ever like LOSES it he may lash out and almost hit u and follow thru. I don’t think he’d be able to catch himself that quickly, and if he ever did he’d regret it for the rest of his life. Literally until the day dies he will take it to his grave

He may not sputter out apologieswill just look at u incredulously and then at his hands because what had he done? What did he just do? To you???????? (Y/n))))?????? His (y/n)??? Light of his life?

Will apologize probably over text or through a note or call, and if u don’t respond he is consumed by regret and tries to find u instantly like runs back to ur place

If u forgive him he feels bad still, because does he deserve it? And he might just isolate himself for a bit bc he can’t face u and if it left a scar he is dead inside. It kills him, literally

I could go on w this but I’ll probably save it for another separate pair of hcs later 😭

If u guys ever break up he will fight for u again and won’t stop till ur back together like flowers in ur locker every day, chocolate give during lunch, etc. He wont ever give up hope that he can win u over again and be w u again. He would keep trying, when he wakes up his first thought is ur name in a cold panic bc he can’t rest easy till ur his again and he will try and show off and poorly serenade u and trash his price and be corny and cheesy to get u back

Will set up a performance w the school to let him rap w a mic during lunch for u and he’s saying bars like “(read in bad rapping voice w inconsistent beat) (y/n), love of my life, uh, without you I’d die, uh. Please won’t you take me back? Yuh, without you ima have a heart attack. (Wha!). (Y/n), love of my life, yeah, without you I’m in strife, yup! Please be mine again, (babe), I can never rest till then.”

If the embarrassment doesn’t make u take him back so he’ll pls stop, and when he stands up on the lunch tables to do a little performance doesn’t do it either, then the odd sincerity of his voice and pain in his look (even tho while rapping he sticks out his lower lip in a weird pout) definitely, hopefully will

U make everything worth it !! Truly the light of his life

I hope these were what u wanted, I just had fun w them and wrote stuff that came off the top of my head when I thought of VJ!! ❤️

[mha-academia]

Todobaku: Jealousy & PDA

Jealousy

Katsuki's jealousy is incredibly contradictory.

One moment he's fuming because Shouto's talking to some fuckwad he doesn't like. Then, being the arrogant asshole he is,  he's showing Shouto off because he's dating him and nobody else can.

His jealousy definitely depends on the person interacting with Shouto.

He likes people looking at Shouto with nothing but want because he's unobtainable to them except Katsuki himself. 100% a pride thing.

And he does show Shouto off because who wouldn't? He's like the prettiest person alive. If he didn't show him off, is he really being a good boyfriend?

Now the showing off stops when people start getting touchy with Shouto. Katsuki will break someone's fingers if they touch Shouto too much. And what can you do about it?

And he will start fights over Shouto if it comes to it. He's done it before and he won't stop.

It's not like he has competition because he's great and knows Shouto is incredibly faithful. But he has to let the wannabe competitors know that they have no chance!!!!

Deep down, Shouto loves it. He likes the attention Katsuki gives him from it.

When Katsuki actually does feel threatened by someone, he'll become all pouty. And the fear of Shouto leaving him for someone else comes from his own insecurities, not by him thinking Shouto will be unfaithful.

Shouto can usually tell when Katsuki is sad jealous. He will not rest until he's reassured Katsuki in their relationship.

When it comes to Shouto, it's easier to rile him up. And he does have reason.

The reason being Katsuki's fans...

Honestly, all his fans are absolutely feral and have no boundaries. 96% of his fans are horny messes that have both anger and daddy issues (that sounds suspiciously like Shouto...). Almost every fan has confessed their undying love for Katsuki in many... unique ways. And it has Shouto feeling a lil jealous.

Shouto doesn't show his jealousy outwardly like Katsuki does. At least to an extent.

If there's press around, Shouto will stand closer to him and wrap his arm around his waist so people know Katsuki is his.

He'll also force more of his wardrobe into Katsuki's so blasty boy is wearing Shouto's clothes most of the time.

Everyone's gangsta till Katsuki asks Shouto about it and Shouto's first instinct is to dash. Katsuki teases him about it to no end which has Shouto flustered. But Katsuki also reassures him that there's nobody else he'd rather be with.

Then the next day, Katsuki makes a show of kissing him stupid in front of the press.

PDA

When they first began dating, they were super uncomfortable with affection, let alone PDA. It's not that they didn't want to show affection to each other, they weren't sure how.

Once they did get the private affection down, it took a while for them to move onto public affection.

It started out slow. They held hands - making the mistake of Katsuki holding Shouto's left hand (they figured out soon enough that Katsuki's nitroglycerin and Shouto's fire were not a good match in a casual setting).

Then whenever Katsuki was cooking, you'd always find Shouto hugging his back, Shouto would use Katsuki as a personal pillow whenever, and whenever they sat next to each other, one of them was basically in the other's lap. Class 1-A was in awe and nearly died seeing them act so cute!! They just had to make sure they didn't let Katsuki hear their cooing because he would've fought them all <3. Only the brave stupid soldiers dared to do that.

So soon, PDA became the norm for them.

Kind of relating to the jealousy thing, Katsuki likes people to know that Shouto is his. So he's very forward with public affection.

He wants people to look at them and know they're a couple.

Katsuki will keep an arm around Shouto's waist whenever he's able to, kiss his cheek, play with Shouto's hair, quick neck kisses, and heavily make out with him if it comes down to it.

And Katsuki will kiss the back of Shouto's hand like the true romantic he is!! And it flusters the hell out of Shouto. (I'm sorry, but that's my favorite personal hc)

It does not bother Katsuki whatsoever. And if someone makes a snide comment about it, they're gonna get their faces blown off. Then Katsuki will proceed to make out with Shouto right in front of them. And that's a personal problem for the person, not Katsuki.

However, when it comes to work, he's strictly non-PDA to stay professional. Although, that really only counts if he and Shouto are patrolling together. He thinks holding Shouto's hand makes him look incredibly nonthreatening.

Other than that, he's up for PDA whenever. Not that he'd ever admit it, but it calms him down and makes him happy. Shouto knows though.

Katsuki hands down initiates anything 70% of the time. He doesn't mind and neither does Shouto. Whenever Shouto is the one to initiate, it always has Katsuki flustered.

Shouto is in love with PDA. He loves it with everything in him. It may not seem that he's ecstatic about it, but it truly makes him happy. Yet, he's a lil shy about it.

Shouto's kind of PDA that he initiates is softer than Katsuki's go to.

He kisses Katsuki's forehead (putting that height difference to good use), rests his head on Kat's shoulder, gentle and chaste kisses, etc.

AND Shouto was the one to introduce slapping each other's asses. Was it because Kaminari told him to do it and Shouto just did it because Kaminari said it was a normal couple thing? Yes. But did he keep doing it cause he liked seeing Katsuki flustered? Yes. (I'll be taking this hc to my grave)

With Shouto using Katsuki as a personal pillow, he does it all the time. And what is Katsuki gonna do? Move and wake Shouto up? Alright buddy, have fun with that. Katsuki is actually the person that shushes anyone passing them if they're breathing even a bit too loud. If one of his idiot classmates or whoever wakes Shouto up from his nap, they'll have hell to pay from both of them.

You better believe each and every member of Class 1-A has a picture of Todobaku cuddling or doing something cute. And so what if they distribute those pictures around to each other like drugs! That's their own business. Neither Katsuki or Shouto know. They may be training to be heroes that risk their lives every day, but they'd rather not immediately die :)

The only people that dare to tease Todobaku about their affection with each other are Kaminari and Mina, with a side of Sero and Kirishima. So basically the Bakusquad.

There is no way in hell are they gonna see the big, mean blasty boy blush and not say anything about it!

Kaminari will verbally announce, very loudly, how adorable they are together! Mina will do the same.

Actually, Mina goes the extra step to start one of the first Todobaku stan accounts. Deku was the first one.

Whenever Sero catches Todobaku kiss or something, he legit will stop everything that he's doing to giggle and point at them like some school girl.

If Kirishima comments about Todobaku's PDA, he's not meaning to make them uncomfortable or anything. In fact, he tries to make them feel proud about it. So what does he do? Smiles widely and gives them a thumbs up, "That's super manly of you guys!" It does not achieve his goal of comfort...

you can find more of my tdbk hc's on ao3: here

requests are open. and i’ll probably do any ship lmao

#my hero academia #mha #bhna #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x shouto #shouto todoroki #shoto todoroki #todobaku #todobaku headcanons #bakutodo #bakugou x todoroki #bhna bakugou #bnha todoroki #todoroki #bakugou #headcanons #Class 1 A #bakusquad #dekusquad #dekusquad and bakusquad #Ground Zero #izuku midoriya #deku #kaminari #Kaminari Denki #Kirishima Eijirou #mina ashido #Sero Hanta #Iida Tenya #tsyui

[andromeda-nova-writing]

My Entire Life

Fem!Reader

Summary: When you say you can’t imagine life without each other it becomes clear to everyone that becoming a couple is only a matter of time. Who knew falling in love with your best friend was something that was going to happen.

Words: 1762

AN: Exposition time is over. It's time to start playing around with the plot.

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Chapter 2: Distance

Y/N’s task was simple. Watch Hop while his mom picked up the cake and Leon from the train station. It was just gonna be a small birthday party for hop who was turning 7.

Hop was a good kid. In a few ways, he was a lot like Leon growing up. His nose was already in books trying to learn about Pokémon. In fact, he was using a lot of the same books Leon had Y/N quiz him on. It was quite cute.

“I’m gonna win against Lee one day.” Hop spoke after rewatching one of Leon’s past matches.

“You know I told Leon I was gonna beat him too.” Y/N said leaving her phone open on whatever news site that popped up in her recommendations.

“Why didn’t you?” He sat on the couch looking ready for the most exciting story.

“He’s just a strong trainer. It’s like he traded his sense of direction for being an amazing strategist.” She spoke highly of her friend. “It’s like any time I thought I had him backed in a corner, I would lose faster than it took to snap my fingers.” 

“Was it like that with everyone?”

Y/N frowned. “Kinda. Depending on who you were.” She debated on continuing with her thought. Sonia and Leon were rivals at one point. She hadn’t got the answer to what had happened that made her so upset at Leon that she dropped out. It was probably best not to bring it up. They wouldn’t talk for a year, even now they weren’t close. 

“He was good at befriending different Pokémon.” She hoped Hop wouldn’t be annoyed at the subject change. 

 “Like how?”

“Well, sometimes it would be like you and your Wooloo. Creating an inseparable bond built on mutual trust.” Y/N smiled at a memory. “That it's not about having the strongest Pokémon. It’s about-”

“Having a partner you can trust in. Understanding where their limits lie and knowing when you are going too far for them. Knowing when you can push you and your Pokémon into being the best version you can be.” Leon finished as he walked over to the couch where Y/N and Hop sat. 

Leon sat down in the middle between Y/N and Hop. Hop had a huge smile on his face. “Lee you made it!”

Leon pulled Hop into a hug. “I would never miss your birthday. We are going to do whatever you want to do today.”

Y/N fought a frown from appearing on her face. Leon missed her birthday twice. He’s missed their annual Halloween movie night. Every movie they talked about seeing in theaters. Game nights with both of their families. Testing out terrible ice cream flavor combinations. The Halloween costume competition. The yearly ‘drink as many different hot chocolate types till you’re sick’ day. 

Y/N forced a smile and took a breath. “I’m gonna go grab Hop’s present from my house. Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“We won’t.” They spoke together.

Y/N grabbed her jacket and walked out of the house. The moment she stepped outside, tears started forming. "Honestly who said all because you're champion now that you can't come home and hang out with us anymore." She wiped her eyes with the bottom of your sleeve. "It's not right to leave us behind like that."

-

Y/N called Leon. It was late at night and his last match ended over an hour ago. It was probably safe to call him and actually have Leon pick up. The after-match interviews had to be over by now.

The phone rang a few times. "Hey Y/N. How’s it going?" 

“Pretty good. I'm turning 17 in a few days. Me and Sonia are supposed to go out to eat with Nessa on Saturday. It’d be nice if you could come with us.” She told him, making it sound more like a question. It would be nice since Leon and Sonia had gone back to being friends like normal again. Even if their friendship now included some occasionally awkward moments.

“You said Saturday?” Y/N sat up straighter in her desk chair.

“Yeah. You know I haven't seen you in months and I’m getting tired of being stuck only being able to hear your voice on the phone.” Y/N wouldn’t admit she was begging but she was.

“Let me pull up the calendar real quick. I’m putting you on speaker.” Leon began to scroll through his schedule.

Y/N smiled even though she hadn’t got an answer yet. “While you do that, You want to hear what happened while I was at the store?”

“Sure.”

“There was a guy who saw my lock screen of the two of us in the Wild Area. He called me one of your rabid fangirls. Claimed I photoshopped the photo.” Y/N laughed. “I almost started messing with him but it was my turn to pay in line.”

Leon shook his head. “You get that happening to you a lot?” He spoke with concern. He hadn’t said it allowed yet but he was nervous about accidentally bringing his friends and family into the spotlight.

“Yeah. It really doesn’t bother me. Not like anyone has said anything that’s actually hurtful.”

“What time are you three going out to eat?” He asked.

“Around 5 then I think we were planning to also go see a movie.” Y/N looked over at her Drifloon and the Mimikyu she got during the gym challenge. Even they looked excited in suspense of possibly seeing Leon again.

“I have a night shoot for an ad at 6.” Leon sounded like he was already getting ready to apologize.  

“It’s okay. It was last minute. I’ll talk later. Mimi keeps pulling on my leg. Have a good night.” She looked away from her Mimikyu that was on the other side of the room.

“Goodbye. I’l-” Y/N hung up quickly.

She looked back to Mimi who looked like the definition of offended. “I’m sorry. I needed an excuse.” 

Y/N got up from her desk and flopped onto her bed. “It's just every year he misses my birthday now. We’re supposed to be best friends.” She pulled a pillow over her face and screamed. “I get it, he's the champion and he has things to do. But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.” Y/N spoke into the pillow.

Drifloon and Mimi looked back and forth at each other and Y/N. Both of her Pokemon were a bit worried.

Y/N dropped the pillow on the floor and laid on her back. “It’s just so unfair. You know I always try to make time for him whenever he comes back to Postwick. Even if I was already busy and had plans. I’ve canceled a date for him before.”

Drifloon moved over to the light switch and bumped up against it turning off the light.

“I just miss him. So much.” It wasn’t long till her anger turned into tears. She curled into a ball trying to give herself a hug.

Mimi got up on the bed and sat next to her trainer. She rubbed her head against Y/N. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened in the past 4 years. 

-

Leon laid in bed at his apartment in Wyndon. He couldn’t sleep. At least there was nothing scheduled to do in the morning. He rolled over and grabbed his phone, checking the time to see it was 1 am. He got maybe an hour or two of sleep at most. 

Maybe he could, no that’d be too rude. But she probably was still up. She does have a habit of staying up late. She’s usually editing late at night though, she would be so focused. It also means she’d be wide awake. Leon tapped the back of his phone for a minute continuing his internal debate.

He sat up, giving in to his boredom he called Y/N.

One ring. Two rings. Three rin- “Leon, why on earth are you calling me so late?” She was clearly very awake at least. 

“I couldn’t sleep. I figured you would still be up.” He pulled a blanket around himself. The cold of the room bothered him more than he would have thought.

"Well, I'm glad it's that and not you being lost. Still, you never call this late. Is something wrong?”

“No nothing’s wrong. I just can’t sleep and thought maybe if I just talk to someone long enough my brain would finally give into sleep.”

Y/N laughed. “Okay. Well, what do you want to talk about then?”

“Welp I didn’t think that far ahead.” He looked up at the ceiling of his room.  “Um, are you working on anything right now?”

“I am but it’s more of a personal project." I'll post it once I'm done editing it."

"Can't wait to see it. What is it?"

"It's just some photos I took earlier this week for Halloween. I think it’s my best work this year.” He could hear the excitement in her voice.

“Do I at least get a hint of what you’re dressed up as?”

“No, You might try and top my costume. You can’t win everything.” 

“Well, I think I’ve won enough to have this cape at least.” He laid back, leaning against the headboard.

“Bleh. Are you sure you can’t get rid of that damned cape?”

“What’s wrong with the cape?” Leon laughed through the question.

“You’re right. Throw out the entire outfit and put something on that has actual fashion sense.”

He laughed more. “I didn’t know you hated it so much.”

“Loathe is the correct word.”

“Damn.”  He laughed. “Well I’m sorry to disappoint you but I can’t get rid of it.”

“The day I don’t have to see you in that sorry cape anymore is going to be great.”

“It’s gonna be a long time till that happens.” A smile went across his face. “How’s the editing going now?”

“It’s done. I’m just going to post it then go to bed.”

“I guess I’ll let you go then. Good night.”

“Good night.” 

He hung up the phone and pulled the blanket off of himself, placing it back where it was supposed to lie on the bed. He opened up an app on his phone to see Y/N had already posted the photo that appeared on top of his timeline. He liked the photo and left a short comment before getting to try and go back to sleep.

#champion leon #champion leon x reader #pokemon leon x reader #pokemon swsh #oh look a fic

[mrsmarymorstan]

Do you have any headcanons for all the Fruits Basket couples?

OKAY so I’ve been thinking about this one, so that’s why it’s kind of late. 

I have headcanons for ALL the couples, and if I don’t have any existing well then I sure do now! I’m gonna stick with one headcanon per canon couple though, because otherwise we’d be here till the END OF TIME! There WILL be Manga Spoilers here too FYI! So back away if you care about such tings. Anyway, without further ado:

1) Kyo X Tohru 

Kyo tries so desperately to do the chores for Tohru but she’s just too stubborn about things and it’s programmed into her now! He gets sick and tired of being forced to sit down as she cleans the floors and cooks dinner, that he starts to enforce a STRICT rota where in they split duties each day. So one night Kyo will cook and Tohru will wash up, and the next Kyo will clean the bathroom whilst Tohru does the kitchen and so on. People go to their house and side eye the fact that they need a PHYSICAL ROTA to decide these things, aren’t they MARRIED? And Kyo just shakes his head because “it’s the only way she’ll let me do anything. The rota MUST be enforced at all costs.” 

When Tohru becomes pregnant the rota gets replaced with things like “Relax and put your feet up because you are eight months pregnant STOP TRYING TO CLEAN THE FLOOR!” 

2) Machi X Yuki 

One of their first PROPER dates together was to a Summer Festival! It wasn’t intended as a double date but once Komaki and Kakeru found out they were going they INSISTED on going as a group! Komaki dressed Machi up in a Yukata, and Yuki did the whole =O moment when she arrived looking so beautiful. Kakeru has photos of it on his phone. 

However the moment Yuki treasures the most is when Machi pushed her purse into his hands so she could take on the air-gun game stand because they had an exclusive piece of Mogeta merchendise. He will forever remember the determined look on her face as she won toy after toy until eventually she got the correct number of bulls eyes. Yuki offered to try to win it for her, but she just shouted him down because NO! She has to do this FOR HERSELF! 

And if Yuki weren’t already in love.... 

3) Haru X Rin 

Haru and Rin attend the same Art and Design school together after graduation. Rin had to defer for a couple of years because of her health and of course the need to study for the entrance exams/portfolio review (I don’t know how Japanese Art & Design courses work....) They’re get a bit of a reputation on campus as a power couple. She studies Fine Art and he studies Fashion. Haru often features in her paintings and drawings, and she is his Go To model for all his designs. This continues when they graduate and Haru becomes a full time fashion designer (occasionally doing leather work for Ayame) and Rin starts selling her paintings and takes commissions. The reason Sora & Riku have so many matching outfits is just that they’re from Haru’s fashion line! 

4) Mitsuru X Ritsu

Clothes Swapping!!!! So much clothes swapping. Ritsu teachers her how to wear Furisode (until of course she’s no longer an unmarried woman wa-haaay!) and Mitsuru helps him find suits that actually suit him! And yes, that does include skirts. Their shared wardrobe is just that, a shared wardrobe. There’s a few things that need to be taken into consideration like height and so on, but on the whole their clothes are very much interchangeable. Ritsu does work in a bit more colour into Mitchan’s wardrobe though! So she’s not stuck looking too dower all the time. 

For their wedding, Ritsu wore a dress and Mitsuru wore a suit and were BOTH all the more comfortable for it. 

5) Hatori X Mayuko 

I’ve mentioned this before, I think, but I recon Mayu was already pregnant when they got married. It wasn’t the DECIDING factor on things, but when they found out she was pregnant for CERTAIN Hatori began to make plans to sort out the paperwork for their marriage. Mayuko denied him at first, just because it felt so sudden but came back the next day because yes, you’re right I do love you and I already know I want to keep this baby so yeah. Let’s do this thing! 

The kids were all very freaked out when they did the maths and realised that Kinu-chan was the result of unprotected sex... they literally had to sit through talks with them BOTH about How Not To Get Pregnant!!! Could they not take THEIR OWN ADVICE??? 

They are very much in love though, and are excellent parents to Kinu. 

BONUS: Upon getting married, Mayu realised that based on Hatori’s standing she now “outranked” all those Shitty Zodiac Parents and was just like “Oh I am going to WRECK these people for the things they did to my Kids!” 

Because yes, Mayu IS the greatest Teacher, her pupils all mean the WORLD to her, and the only thing holding her back before from kicking their arses was the fear of getting fired... but they’ve all graduated now SO COME HERE YOU FUCKERS TIME TO END YOU! 

6) Ayame X Mine 

They were the first couple to get married after the curse broke. The wedding was an incredibly gay affair. Ayame wore a wedding dress and MIne wore a suit (this is what inspird Ritsu and Mitchan a few years later) and they all looked AMAZING. There were several costume changes throughout the whole affair, so Mine DID get to wear cute dresses and Ayame looked dapper in some suits... but it was honestly a competition as to what sort of gender-presentation they were going to have each time they went to get changed. 

They had so many costume and venue changes that by their ACTUAL wedding night they were too exhausted to do anything more than cuddle up close together. But in all honesty? That was a better moment then any sex could ever hope to be! They finally got to be public about their love and PROPERLY hold one another in PUBLIC?! The love on their faces was so pure that not even Kyo could feel weird about it. 

7) Kakeru/Komaki 

When Kakeru eventually proposed to Komaki he planned to be really cool and suave but actually just cried the whole way through to the point where Komaki had to ask the question for him. Their wedding was a simple affair, because they wanted to save money to move in together properly. Kakeru’s dad was actively NOT invited. He literally got an invite saying “This is the date and the time and we would like to make sure that you are not within 1KM of the event you fucker.” 

8) Akito X Shigure 

They actually understood the amount of unhealthy elements linked with their relationship and took things really slowly. They even attended couples therapy so they could work everything out maturely, and so when they eventually decided to try for a child it was once they were in a really secure and solid relationship. They did NOT want to repeat the mistakes of their parents in ANY way! 

#Furuba #Fruits Basket #Furuba Manga Spoilers #Kyoru #Yuchi #Anonymous

[mingyuistall]

on the boardwalk- c.sg

pairing(s)- choi seungcheol x reader (ft. jeonghan, joshua, and johnny and taeyong of nct)

genre- fluff, college! au, PG

word count- 2.6k 

warnings- mentions of blood 

masterlist

when (y/n) woke up, she instantly felt anxious. she just finished her first year of college, and all she wanted to do was relax, at least just for a day. as soon as she arrived home, jeonghan called her and told her to pack her bags again. 

jeonghan, seungcheol, and joshua had made plans to go to the beach with (y/n), without her. she couldn’t be mad at them, however. they hadn’t talked to her for a short while, and all they really wanted to do was hang out with her again. 

she walked out onto the balcony of their hotel, which thankfully, had an amazing view of the sea. she tightened the complimentary silk robe they gave her, and wrapped her arms around herself. 

the glass door slid open. she turned around to see a half-awake seungcheol ambling towards her. 

“good morning” seungcheol mumbled. 

“mornin’.” she smiled. seungcheol’s face fell. 

“are you alright?” he said. (y/n) looked at him and laughed. she hesitated for a second before responding. 

“i dunno. you guys kinda sprang this on me. i haven’t seen my parents since… march? maybe april? i was hoping to spend at least a day with them before going out.” (y/n) shrugged. 

“i told them they should’ve waited! i said it wasn’t fair for you. they could’ve at least given you a day to settle back home.” seungcheol exclaimed. (y/n) laughed and put her hand on his shoulder.

“i’m not mad or anything. plus, this hotel is amazing. i don’t see how you guys could afford this.” seungcheol shrugged smugly. they both turned to the knock on the glass door. 

“do you guys wanna come with us to get breakfast? there’s a place only a block away.” joshua slid the door open to interrogate the two. 

(y/n) and seungcheol looked at eachother, then to joshua. they nodded in unison. joshua gave them a weird look and turned back around. 

seungcheol and (y/n) had been close ever since the day they met. they instantly clicked, like two puzzle pieces. the pair had been teased relentlessly by their friends, and jeonghan swore up and down to his grave that the two would grow old together, but (y/n) and seungcheol never discussed the topic of even having any types of feelings towards the other. of course, (y/n) had thought about it. however, she didn’t want to ruin her friendship with him. it didn’t seem that seungcheol was necessarily in the right spot for a relationship. he had only gotten out of one a couple months ago, which he got cheated on multiple times. (y/n) said a countless number of times that he didn’t like her before they had broken up, and when one of the boys would ask her why, she’d say she can just tell when someone is a bad person. she just didn’t want to admit that his girlfriend got to kiss him before she did. 

(y/n) found herself spacing out on their short walk to the restaurant. the boys were talking about topics that (y/n) didn’t necessarily know about, so she didn’t butt in to the conversation. 

when they sat down, (y/n) immediately asked, “who’s paying?” 

all three of them turned their attention towards her. their sudden attention caused a mini panic. “i can just pay for myself, though, if that’s needed. 

seungcheol waved his hand. “no, it’s fine! i can pay for the two of us. joshua and jeonghan can pay for themselves.” 

“what?!” jeonghan exclaimed. he slumped in his seat and started to groan. joshua started to laugh, and flicked his arm. 

“you’ll be fine, you big baby.” jeonghan looked even more hurt at joshua’s comment. 

the three boys continued to bicker, while (y/n) would stay quiet, with an occasional giggle or comment. 

they finished breakfast fast, since there weren't that many people there. the streets had started to get more crowded.

“should we spend the day at the beach? there’s an aquarium near here, but me and josh wanted to go on the boardwalk later tonight. oh! there’s also a zoo only a couple minutes from here.” jeonghan rambled. seungcheol looked down at (y/n). she caught his eye, and when she did, they started to laugh. 

“i hate zoos. there are always so many mosquitos, and it’s so freakin’ hot.” seungcheol shot down jeonghan’s suggestion. jeonghan mumbled something to himself. 

seungcheol and (y/n)’s hands brushed past each other multiple times. she wanted to grab onto his, but she wasn’t sure how. 

when they arrived back at the hotel, jeonghan repeated his suggestions. seungcheol walked out onto the balcony for a quick second, then came back in. 

“we might as well go to the beach. there aren’t a lot of people right now, so we could get a good spot.” he said. joshua agreed with him, and they all went to get their bathing suits. (y/n) changed in the bathroom.

as she got her top on, she realized that she couldn’t reach that far to tie it. she sighed, and kept trying, until someone knocked on the door. 

“are you ready?” seungcheol asked. (y/n) contemplated coming up with a lie, just so she wouldn’t have to have someone help her. she’d never really been in front of the boys in a bathing suit before. she could just stay here at the hotel, and say that she started her period and didn’t bring any tampons. 

“i can’t tie it.” (y/n) groaned. seungcheol chuckled, and asked if he could come in. when he did, she was already turned around, holding the strings up. seungcheol grabbed each string and tied it into a knot. 

(y/n) turned around. it was only for a split second; seungcheol couldn’t help but stare at her.

“you look really pretty.” he mumbled. (y/n) let out a breathy laugh and smiled at him.

“are you guys coming?!” joshua yelled. seungcheol grabbed her wrist and lead her out of the bathroom.

they decided to walk again, since the beach was literally right behind their hotel. as soon as they had set their stuff down, a group of four boys their age came up to them. 

“do you wanna play volleyball with us?” the tallest one asked. “we kinda figured it’d be boring with only two people on each team. i’m johnny, by the way.” 

before any of the four could say anything, jeonghan happily agreed. joshua and him walked off with johnny and his three friends, while seungcheol hesitated. 

“do you want to? i can stay with you here.” seungcheol asked. (y/n) frantically shook her head. 

“i wanna play.” she stated. 

they walked together to the net that had already been put up. it looked pretty old, and some of the strings that formed the net were broken. 

it wasn't long until they started to get extremely competitive. (y/n) relatively stood in the back, and only  went for the ball when it started to come in her direction. 

it was seungcheol’s turn to set the ball. as soon as he did, he walked over to (y/n). “if we win, i’ll buy you whatever you want when we go to the boardwalk tonight.”

(y/n)’s eyes brightened up, and she nodded. she walked closer to the net. 

as she did so, joshua’s arm flew down from spiking the ball, only to slam (y/n) right in her nose. the force from being hit knocked her down onto her butt. 

at the same time she hit the ground, she felt something drop onto her legs. a crimson-colored liquid continued to drop onto her legs and bathing suit, and then down to the sand. the boys hadn’t noticed until jeonghan tripped over (y/n).

“pinch your nose and lean forward, (y/n).” seungcheol demanded as he picked (y/n) up by her shoulders. “did someone hit you?” 

“joshua.” she replied. he turned around at the mention of his name.

“what? oh, shit.” joshua tried to take a step towards her, but seungcheol shot him a glare that made joshua happy that looks can’t kill. 

“i’m gonna take her back to the hotel.” johnny and his friends looked at eachother with confused looks on their faces. the one with pink hair, who they learned that his name was taeyong, told her that he hoped she’d be okay. 

seungcheol grabbed his towel and shook it out. he immediately pressed it to her nose. he slung his arm around her shoulder. 

“you don’t have to do that. i can hold it myself.” (y/n)’s voice was muffled by the towel. seungcheol didn’t respond. 

as soon as the hotel was in sight, seungcheol practically ran to the entrance. (y/n) could barely keep up, despite his arm being around her. 

“alright, (y/n).” he picked her up and set her on the bathroom counter. seungcheol grabbed one of the rags from the drawers. he replaced the towel he gave to her with the rag. 

“do you want a different pair of shorts? since your bathing suits all bloody.” he asked. (y/n) looked at him and started to laugh.

“you seem more upset than i am. you’re not even the one bleeding.” she said. seungcheol stared at her for a second with a confused look on his face, which soon turned into a flustered one. 

“y-you’re just my best friend, and i care about you a lot, you know? i don’t want you getting hurt.” seungcheol stammered. she pushed herself off the bathroom counter, and removed the rag to see how much she’d bled. it was less than what was on his towel, but it was still a concerning amount of blood. seungcheol tried to get her back onto the counter, but she waved him off. 

“i’m fine. i’ll just put ice on it and wait ‘till it stops bleeding. i played soccer when i was little, i think i’m used to this.” seungcheol debated on arguing with her. he sighed, and walked out of the bathroom. 

“cheol,” (y/n) called. he turned back around and cocked his head slightly to the side. “you can go back. i can take care of myself. you should go have fun.” (y/n) smiled. seungcheol stared at her for a second, and (y/n) could tell he was genuinely thinking about it. 

seungcheol’s gaze went frantic as he nodded, not exactly sure where to look. 

(y/n) leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, watching seungcheol as he walked out of the hotel room. 

the boys didn’t come back until about two hours later. (y/n) had taken a shower after seungcheol left. she figured her bathing suit was ruined, so she went ahead and threw it away.  

when they walked in, joshua immediately showered her with apologies. he took it as far as offering to buy her food for however long as she wanted, but (y/n) waved him off. 

“it’s fine. you didn’t break my nose or anything, i’m not mad.” (y/n) laughed. joshua opened his mouth to continue apologizing, but jeonghan interrupted. 

“do you think you’re alright to go on the boardwalk?” he asked. 

(y/n) glanced at seungcheol, silently reminding him of the deal he had made with her. “yeah, of course. it’s not like joshua broke my legs.” joshua started to apologize all over again. seungcheol, jeonghan, and (y/n) all rolled their eyes and groaned. 

the boys changed out of their bathing suits, and (y/n) changed into something more casual, instead of an oversized t-shirt. 

even though it was a little bit farther than the restaurant and the beach, they decided to walk to the boardwalk. 

when seungcheol noticed that (y/n) wasn’t really engaging in the boys’ conversation, seungcheol immediately started his own with (y/n). jeonghan and joshua noticed, and started to tease them. 

(y/n) figured there would be a ferris wheel, but she didn’t expect it to be that big. she tugged on seungcheol’s sleeve and pointed at it. 

“we have to go on it.” she demanded. joshua’s eyes widened, and he started to shake his head. 

“i’m terrified of heights. no.” joshua whimpered. jeonghan started to laugh. 

“and you called me a baby?” jeonghan scoffed. seungcheol and (y/n) giggled, while joshua sulked. 

“i’ll only go if i get to go with seungcheol.” joshua sighed. (y/n) let go of seungcheol’s sleeve and wrapped her arms around herself. jeonghan pinched joshua. he looked at jeonghan with a confused face, until he realized why jeonghan pinched him. 

“oh! actually, nevermind. i can go with jeonghan.” he said. (y/n) instantly felt her heartbeat speed up. she grabbed back onto seungcheol’s sleeve. 

they walked over to the line of the ferris wheel. 

“the line is so long.” (y/n) complained. 

“you’re the one who wanted to go on it.” joshua mocked. 

(y/n) glared at him. 

“they’re putting two people in a cart. if anything, there’s only twenty-ish people in front of us, so if you divide that by two, it’s really only ten. plus, they’re already putting people in carts, anyways.” seungcheol explained. (y/n) giggled. 

“what?” “you sound so smart.” she noticed how close they were to the front of the line. her heart beat started to speed up. seungcheol shrugged smugly. 

while jeonghan and joshua started to bicker, seungcheol effortlessly wrapped his arm around (y/n). she tensed at first, but quickly got used to it. (y/n) leaned into him. jeonghan and joshua noticed just as seungcheol and (y/n)’s cart was already being closed by the worker.

the ferris wheel started, then abruptly stopped as more people got on, and others took over their spots. seungcheol looked below him from the opening of the cart, and waved to jeonghan and joshua, who were in the cart underneath them. 

“joshua looks scared out of his mind.” seungcheol laughed. 

eventually, the ferris wheel started to continuously spin. when the ferris wheel finally stopped spinning to let people off, seungcheol and (y/n)’s spot was on the very top of the ferris wheel. 

(y/n) didn’t think she would get scared, she never had. but here she was, with the feeling that the cart might just fall off, and plumett the two to their deaths. 

“seungcheol, we’re going to die.” (y/n) whimpered. he let out a breathy laugh. 

“we’re fine. we’re only going to be up here for ike, ten more seconds.” seungcheol shrugged. 

(y/n) counted to ten in her head. when they hadn’t moved at all, she felt tears start to sting her eyes and panic really set in. 

“seungcheol, we aren’t moving.” she shuttered. 

“did you really count to ten?” he laughed.

“seungcheol! we’re stuck. we’re going to die up here.”

“(y/n)-”

“no, seungcheol. we’re literally going to-” seungcheol grabbed both of (y/n)’s wrists and gently pinned them to her side. before she was able to continue freaking out, seungcheol quickly pressed his lips to hers. as soon as their lips met, the cart moved. 

“we’re not gonna die, (y/n).” he breathed when he pulled away.

(y/n) looked dazed for a second. she swallowed, and then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. 

“joshua, look!” seungcheol and (y/n) pulled away from each other to see jeonghan peering down at them from their cart that was above them. joshua rushed over to see what jeonghan was pointing at, and he started to laugh. 

the carts jerked forward again, and joshua cowered back down into his seat. 

“would you be my girlfriend?” seungcheol blurted. (y/n) stared at him for a second, waiting for him to say that he was joking. when she realized he wasn’t, she smiled. 

“yeah!, yeah, cheol, of course.” she giggled. 

seungcheol smiled at her. (y/n) leaned into his side as he wrapped his arm around her, watching in silence as fireworks started to go off.

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[skeletorific]

This Got Out of Hand (and we’re out of paint): Marvus Xoloto ♦♠Reader

yall i swear i’m gonna get on writing stuff that actually got requested but this idea wouldn’t release me until I’d finished it so here we fuckin go

This simply could not stand.

Black flirting and romance, once upon a time, was a concept utterly foreign to you. It had taken roughly three conversations with Tegiri and Polypa on the topic (and a lot of time spent around Galekh and Tagora) before it had registered to you as anything more than consistent hate fucking and passive aggressive remarks. 

That was before you met Marvus. 

The clown was many things: attractive. Creative. Charismatic. Funny. Way more intelligent than he presented himself as. He was also a shit-starter, would probably pail with Zebruh before he would confess to a genuine emotion without fifteen layers of casual slang and innuendo, and seemed to take intense pleasure in riling you the fuck up whenever he got the chance. One way or another he wormed his way into your head, and suddenly you couldn’t stop hearing his voice in your head even when he wasn’t around. Challenging you, teasing you, testing you, doing his utmost to get you a nice, steaming anger before ruffling your hair with a wink and walking away.

It was also possible you were a little bit smitten with him.

Or maybe a lot. 

Regardless, in time you’d come to understand that it was a mutual thing. For as much as he didn’t show it, you were beginning to read between the many, many lines with the clown. He enjoyed the hell out of you, sure, but he also seemed to find you something of a puzzle. Beyond the fact that you still hadn’t kicked Zebruh to the curb (and he never failed to send you an eye-rolling emoji whenever he appeared in one of your Chittr photos), every story about your past that came up seemed to render him a little bewildered about what it was you’d put up with in order to attain those sweet and lofty fruits of FRIENDSHIP. 

“i mean, lil stab-stab here, lil push off a cliff here, ‘sall gucci sunshine. normal n all that shizz.”  He’d said, in one of his rarer moments of honesty. The fact that both of you had slammed a couple liters of faygo in the aftermath of a particularly exhausting show probably had something to do with it. He lounged on the couch, absently combing fingers through his piles of hair. “but keep hangin out wih m-fers what still wish ya harm, or bloo shizzheads what won’t take no for an answer, that’s a whole other thing, uhearme?”

You’d waved dismissively from your position lying on the floor. You were a little drunk yourself at the time. “Its fine. Usually. And when its not its like….phoo, somehow it gets fine anyways!”

“jus sayin” he said, shifting until he was upside down on the couch, face inches from yours. Close enough that you could see the greasepaint starting to flake off. “need sumbody what can keep ya from gettin urself killed, lil buddy.”

“You volunteering?” You’d crooned. Ok, croon is a strong verb, it was more like slurred, but crooning was the intention is what matters.

“u askin me to?” He smirked, pressing a single claw to your forehead. Internally, you’re pretty sure that’s not how volunteering works, but noticing that isn’t at the top of your hierarchy of needs currently. 

“Mmmmaybe.” You rolled onto your back. You can feel your heart pounding just a bit right now, but somehow your voice is floating even and light. Like you don’t have a care in the world, and this is just one more joke in the scheme of your weird mobius double irony reacharound of a relationship. “Maybe I wanna go all gorlekh with you, what do ya think of that.”

“‘scuse?”

“Gorlekh. Gorgor and Lekh-…..lekh….” You made a dismissive noise, gesticulating your hands wildly as you moved to sit up. “The black one!”

“….ur talkin spades?”

“Yeah! The kissmissies….kissmich….” Wow faygo was no joke on your system. “The hate one. Like I don’t hate you, except I think I do a bit? But like in that weird alien way where I think it just makes me like you more and its confusing but I don’t wanna stop and you’re so damn cute and….and…”

Your voice trails off.

Because the man is honest to globes grinning. No smirk, no lazy half-smile, no lowered eyelids, nothing to give that careful impression that he’s only happy in a chill way. Just a huge, toothy smile that split his face.

Bro that shit was radiant.

“m-fer, u have no idea what ur in for….”

—–

You really hadn’t but you hadn’t had a moment of regret since then.

It was a constant game of one upmanship between you, an intense competition to see who could get who to visibly express their emotions first. Maybe that was unusual by kismesis standards: it didn’t seem much like Tagora and Galekh’s dynamic. But you were enjoying every second of it, and if Marvus had complaints he sure as hell wasn’t voicing them.

The only downside, all told, was the lack of time.You didn’t have hours to build on the tension. More often than not you had moments between shows. Actual antagonism had to be planned in to make sure the point got across without actually getting either of you hurt. After a full day of work he was usually too burnt out for more than light teasing and, to borrow his phrase, “sloppy makeouts”.

Those sloppy makeouts were becoming in themselves the point of your focus.

—-

After one such particular petting session, you glanced at the clock out of the corner of your eye. Fuck, it was late (er….early) and you had a long walk home with your car out of commision. You sighed, pulling yourself off of him with no small amount of protest. “I’ve gotta go.”

“u got some1 else u gotta do this to” he muttered, getting to his feet and brushing himself off. You were starting to realize a denied, overtired Marvus was a grumpy Marvus, which was as endearing as it was needy as hell.

“Maybe~.” You say, enjoying the glint he got in his eyes. You straighten out your clothes for a bit. “Tomorrow?”

“day off tomorrow bruh. clown church” He slipped an arm around you from behind, leaning down by your neck. “which means u can stay here-”

“Mm-mm” You slip free, nudging his face back. “Not tonight. Not here.”

“keep tellin ya juggz don’t spread shizz around” He said, lips pouting out a bit, which forces you to look away.

Denial is part of the game, after all. 

“‘Juggz’ aren’t the only people around here. And I’m not looking to get your fanbase up my ass. I’ve got more than enough people looking to cull me” 

“Hehe, tryna make me jealous ;o)”

You roll your eyes and head for the exit to his dressing room.The cool night air beckons outside, but you find your path suddenly obstructed by his arm. With a huff, you look up at him. “I’m heading ou-Mmm!”

The head turn had allowed him to get a grip on your chin and pull you into another deep kiss. Not a kiss, actually, if there was a word for it you’d describe it as some kind of facial wrestling match. He kissed around your mouth, your cheeks, your eyelids, in rapid succession, all the while insistently rubbing his nose and cheeks against your face as you spluttered. 

“Marvus-I—hey!!” 

With a final peck to the tip of your nose, he drew back grinning ear to ear, face paint now a smeary mess. “have a nice nite, b~” 

And you suddenly found yourself outside, hearing the door lock behind you. 

Oh that little- You snatched your phone out of your pocket and turned on your front facing camera. Sure enough, your face was now suddenly covered in white-grey paint, already caking on your cheeks and making you look like you’d fallen face first into glue.

“Marvus, I’m gonna kill you!” You said, pounding at the door. From the other side you swear you hear him laughing, which is only adding kindling to the fire at this point. 

Great. Perfect. You could either face the long walk home or use your sweatshirt to wipe it off and leave a visible stain on the black sleeves. Fuck it, you won’t be able to make it to Tyzias’s to do laundry for a bit, so you’re gonna have to walk of shame your way home. Fanfuckingtastic.

Practically the second you crossed the threshold your phone buzzed.

therealxoloto: send pics before u clean urself up aight ;o)

Oh he wanted a fucking-

You sent him a well backlit photo of your face, largely covered by an Alternian hand gesture Mallek had taught you.

therealxoloto: hell ye that’s that good shizz

Alien_among_you: you think you’re so funny

therealxoloto: clown church baby lmao

therealxoloto: i’m fxxkin hi lar i OUS

therealxoloto: ♠

Alien_among_you: ♠

You go to bed with cheeks red and chapped from being scrubbed, which was DEFINITELY the only reason they were red.

—-

After that, no kiss was safe, not truly. He’d found a button to press, and he sure as hell wasn’t gonna leave it alone while it still worked. Sometimes he’d led you go days, wipes even, without an incident, only to jump you once you were lulled into a false sense of security. Practically everything you owned had been stained with the stuff with the point, and you’d gotten more mouthfuls of it than you’d care to mention. 

And naturally, this meant war.

It took you some time to figure out an appropriate revenge. Just stealing his paints felt over the line somehow. While you were still figuring out the ropes of clown religion, the fact that you had yet to see a clown without the stuff probably meant it was important. Marvus had only just started cleaning it off in front of you, and while he hadn’t made a big deal out of it, you’d gotten the impression that it was kind of a moment for him.

So, taking the stuff wasn’t an option. All that was left was to thwart it.

Can’t mess up a face already covered.

You waited till he’d left to run an early rehearsal, then quickly raided the vanity, tracking down brushes and setting powder and a couple of those little white brushes. You opened the tins and carefully positioned yourself in front of the mirror. Alright. Ok.

You hadn’t exactly done this before, but how hard could it be to figure out? 

Fifteen minutes later you realized that optimism was a bit misplaced. You weren’t exactly aiming for perfect, but you at least didn’t want it to look like a kid had painted you up. That would give him leverage to flip the teasing back on you, which was not the point of the exerices. You kept have to undo your work. The diamonds edges were too round, or too wide. The eyebrows were uneven. It took you far too long to figure out how to even tape down your natural brows. The makeup wipes were starting to pile up and paint was getting much lower. How the hell did he do this every day, it looked practically effortless-

Footsteps in the hallway. 

Panic rose in your throat as you swept the trash into a nearby can and haphazardly tried to make the vanity look like it had when he left. As they grew closer, you realized your eyebrows were still taped down, and ripping those off in a hurry was probably not the best idea. You practically dove into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“¿Yo, I leave my palmhusk in here?” 

You feel a sudden rush of relief. Not your clown. You recognize the voice: Payasa, one of the newer acts. You open the door a crack, seeing a tall juggalette with close cropped hair and a complex design resembling a moth across the center of your face. Damn, you weren’t even managing basic geometric patterns, how the hell did she paint that on every morning?  “Haven’t seen it, sorry.”

“¿damn, sorry ‘bout the intrusion?” The lanky clown starts to leave, before hesitating. “¿uhh…..you doin alright motherfucker?¿Need me to get the big man?” 

“No! No….” you say quickly. “I’m fine.”

“¿alright…?”

A thought occurs to you just before she leaves. Normally it’d be uncomfortable asking, but…you wanted to get this done.“….actually you know what.” You push open the bathroom door. “Could I get some help with something?”

She turns around quickly, gaze eager. Alien or no alien, she’s new here and eager to please. “¿watcha need?”

“I need you to help me put some face paint on.” You say, gesturing pointedly to your eyebrow situation.

You feel a cold spot of dread as the clown’s cheeks go bright purple. Oh globes, is this one of those troll things you’ve just put your foot in. Did you just spit in the face of the mirthful messiahs or something. 

Payasa rubs the back of her head, eyes darting towards the door. “¿er….does Marvus…know about this?”

“Its a surprise for him,” You say quickly. Hoping against hope, because otherwise its back to the drawing board or figure out how to do it yourself.

“¿I…?” The clown grimaces, nervously tugging on one of her many piercings. She seems to be at war with something inside herself. Finally, she swallows and looks back down at you. “¿sure….?”

A relieved look crosses your face. “Thank you so much, I promise I wouldn’t ask otherwise, but I’m pretty hopeless at this. 

“¿heh…no p?” She said, giving you a shy half-smile. “¿did you uh….have a design in mind?”

“Oh, that’s the easy part. I just need you to copy Marvus’ design.”

Another weighty silence. The purple faded, and its hard to tell under the makeup but you think she might have just gone pale, her eyes bulging out of her head.

“….is that….is that not ok?” You say weakly. 

“¿I-….it’s uh, fine!?” She managed to stammer out. The gazes towards the door returned, but after another look at your pleading face she seemed to gather her courage and slam it closed, making you jump. “¿its fine.?¿ Can do it quick, right?¿ Don’t have to be a big deal or nothin…?”

“Uh….sure?”

Payasa drags up a chair to the vanity bench and gestures for you to sit down. Despite the oddness of her behavior, you’re didn’t get this far looking gift clowns in the mouth. You sit down.

She makes quick work of it, though she still seems nervous. Her face keeps going purpler and purpler the longer she paints, and her ears flatten to the side of her skull as she worries her lip with her fangs.

“Are you sure this is ok?” You finally ask. “There’s not like, a rule against this or anything, right? I don’t want you to….I don’t know, commit heresy or something.”

“¿Nah, nah, not heresy, motherfucker.?” She says quickly, dabbing the poff in the setting powder before carefully dusting you. “¿Jus….little unusual is all.?¿But ain’t my place to judge.?”

“Why is it unusual?” True, Marvus seemed to prefer to do his own makeup, but you’d seen other juggalos do each others faces all the time, especially on the rare wipe end Marvus could drag you out to clown church. It had always seemed kind of peaceful. 

“¿I uh….think I’m gonna let Marvus tell ya about that.?” She mutters, putting on the finishing touches. “¿Ain’t sinful, though, promise.?”

“Well….that’s good, I guess.” You help her put the paints away. “Thanks again. His reaction should be worth it, at least.”

She let out a sharp laugh. “¿Yeah, imagine it will…?” She got to her feet, replacing the chair and giving you a lazy, two-fingered salute. “¿Gotta bounce and get ready for my set.?¿have a nice night, little motherfucker.?”

“You too.” Man, what does it say about your life right now that ‘little mothefucker’ read as affectionate. Before you can contemplate that, Payasa leaves the room, closing the door behind her. 

Marvus doesn’t come back for another twenty minutes or so. You lounge on the couch, scrolling through your messages and dicking around with a couple of games you’d downloaded for Diemen. You got so far down the rabbithole that by the time Marvus opened the door you’d almost forgotten what was on your face.

Almost.

“m-fin sound issues, swear 2 fxxkin glob…” He was muttering, twirling his staff absently in his fingers. “sorry i’m-”

He finally turns his eyes on you, and you’re treated to a rare sight.

Marvus Xoloto, speechless. Mouth still halfway open on its way to whatever he’d been planning to say. Eyes slowly tracing your face. You could practically see the question marks popping up over his head.

Its your turn to smirk, tucking your phone back into your pocket as you sit up, tossing your hair back a bit. “Lookin for your makeup rag? Bad news bitch, I’m already co-”

Marvus heads back outside, slamming the door. 

….Ok. Not the reaction you were expecting.

You waited for a second. Was this a bit?

….

Ok ok not a bit not a bit-

You scrambled to your feet, following him out the door.

Instinctively you move towards the green room, but he’s not there. Just a couple of the others, lounging around and hitting each other with squirts of a substance you deeply hope is whipped cream. One of them catches sight of you and their eyes go wide. “….damN, didnT knoW yoU anD xolotO werE therE.”

“Have you seen-….what do you mean there.”

They chuckle, getting up and clapping you on the shoulder, giving you a big goofy grin. “he’S A luckY maN. prettY surE I saW hiM headiN foR thE costumeS closeT. leT A brotheR knoW iF yoU neeD A buckeT oR somethiN, aY”

Coming down to it you wish Marvus’ friends were a little less helpful sometimes. “I…think we’re good. Thanks” You brush past him on your way to the closet, hearing a couple distant “whoops” as you retreated.

The costumes closet is tucked away in a small corner. He’s not there, and for a moment you nearly considered looping back to his dressing room, before-…

Is that muffled screaming?!

Nervously you tap on the door. “Marvus…”

The sound lapses, and there’s a long pause.

“…..ye?”

“You uh, doin alright in there.”

“heh…def b. gucci.”

“You kinda rushed out.”

“…..”

“I’m coming in.”

“…..cool” he says, sounding resigned.

You open the door. Its stuffed to the brim with an array of truly unspeakable clothes. In the blinding sea of color Marvus is practically camouflaged, but you do eventually spot him. Slumping against the back wall, holding a crumpled shirt in his hand that he seems to have been screaming into. His expression is stony and tired in a way you aren’t used to seeing from him, and his eyes aren’t meeting yours.

One of the hardest things you’ve had to figure out about kismesis is when to break kayfabe. Following every barb or prank with an apology kind of defeats the purpose of a kismesis. They’re supposed to let you dangle a bit. But at the same time there are lines that can’t be crossed. You’re not supposed to genuinely hurt them, or force past boundaries they aren’t comfortable being violated.

The issue, especially in Marvus’ case, is figuring out the difference between the two.

You close the door behind you, pressing your back against the cool metal. “So…..I’m getting the impression that this,” You gesture to your face. “May have been a bit more symbolic than was my intention.”

He’s quiet for a long moment. You can see him struggling against himself, probably considering whether or not he should try to laugh it off. In the end though, he just nods.

“And I may have hurt you somehow?”

“u didnt-”He groaned, tilting his head to lean against the wall and closing his eyes tight. “who even did that 2 ya…”

“I….they’re not gonna get in trouble, right?”

He gave you a Look. 

Right. Not his style. “Payasa”

“n she didn’t think to explain y that might give a clown some m-fin pusher problems?”

“She was acting kinda weird about it, but I think she assumed I knew. Or…was maybe a little too scared”

He sighed, breath coming out in a huff. “fxxkin messiahs…” Slowly, he slid down the wall to sit on the ground.

You hesitated a second, before approaching him. Carefully, you slid to sit down next to him, resting your hands on his knees. “…Can you explain it to me? Please?”

His claws traced out patterns in the shirt he was still holding, as his eyes seemed a million miles away. You found your attention drawn to the slow rise and fall in his chest, the tension in his shoulders. He seemed nervous, a weird look on a man who came alive in front of a crowd of millions of rampaging teens. 

“juggz paint iz personal shizz. start workin on the lewk on yer naming day and it keeps changin while you’re changin. lotta symbolism and liturgical shizz go into it but the main thing iz its….u.” He turns over his hands, staring down at them. Faint purple lines run across the palm, a crisscross of old scars. “ur paint’s ur identity. sum mothafucker steals that, they’re stealin u. hell, even gettin some1 else to paint for ya is a big fxxkin deal. ur puttin ur whole identity in their hands and askin em to put it on ya. lotta clowns don’t even let their quadrants paint em”

Your palms go clammy. In your long proud history of fuck-ups, this one didn’t quite take the cake, but it had definitely cut out a larger slice than would be deemed socially appropriate. “I….holy shit, Marv, I’m sorry.”

“sorry?”

“I didn’t realize, this was like, taking something from you. I can take it off-”

You cut off your sentence when you realize his shoulders are shaking.

If he’s fucking crying you are gonna lose your entire mind-

And then a laugh tears out of his throat. Low and throaty and sweet and uncontrollable, the kind of laugh you heard from him maybe once in a blue moon. You’re taken aback (and more than a little flustered). You can only watch, cheeks growing progressively redder as he slowly subsides, hunching up a bit as he tries to catch his breath.

“I…what….”

“fxxkin saviors, b, sumtimes i forget, ufeelme?” He turned to look at you, grinning wide. “forget how alien u are to allathis. i ain’t mad”

“You aren’t?”

“nah lmao”

“….then what was all of this about?!” You say, shoving his shoulder. “I thought you said-”

He catches your wrist, pulling you to straddle his lap. “hey, hey, don make a m-fer bust out the shoosh paps.” He says, tone completely amused as he soothingly strokes your arms. “jus shuddup for a sec and lemme get raw, kk?”

You decidedly have more to say. But… looking at the soft expression on his face you’re having a hard time remembering what it is. In the end you nod for him to continue, settling back at bit against his legs.

He takes your hand, gently unfurling it and caressing circles in the palm with his thumb. “ur paint is u. and the people all in ya life, the 1s that count….they’re also u.” His thumb presses down solidly, shooting sparks up your arm. “told ya, the design grows like u do. pretty much expected once shizz gets serious with some1 ur gonna change things up a bit to reflect that. like chahut. the heavy paint round the sight specs a reference to that little indigo shit she goes craftin with. doesn’t always happen right away, but, when it does…” He releases your hand and moves up to cup your face. Eyes lidding a bit as he contemplates the design, traces the diamonds with his eyes. “pretty fxxkin big deal”

“I…..so, when I….” Your face goes red with the sudden implications, which makes him chuckle.

“yeah lol. kick in the bulge. not xxxactly what i was thinkin i’d see”

“So….that’s why you left?”

His lips press together a bit, and he gives a shrug at least twice as nonchalant as it should be. “…yeah. woulda been trippy even if ya were another purple but knowin u had no fxxkin clue what u did. like watchin a lil squeaker paint prophecies in stick figures. had to get out just to make sure i didn’t do smthn weird as hell”

“…..like what?”

He hums, gripping your chin and dragging you back down to press a soft kiss on your lips. Warm breath fans across your face as he smirks, exposing just a bit more of his fangs than was technically necessary. “show ya when we got more time ;o)”

You groaned. “This is illegal”

“fxxkin arrest me then bih” He patted your thigh, flicking his brows up.

You mutter something treasonous under your breath.

“n-y ways, u should clean urself up” He kissed your forehead. “camera crew$$$ gunna b up my a*s soon”

You sigh. “Right…” Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you push yourself to your feet. “Heaven forbid we appear to visibly be a couple”

“rite? gross lmao”

You shake your head and smile as you head for the door. “Right. Gross.”

“hey.”

Before you can turn around he’s wrapped his arms around you from behind, fitting you neatly to him. He leans down to bury his face in your shoulder, and despite the circumstances that lead you here, you know the only motivation is a desire for closeness. “let me do u up next time” He mumbles, voice rumbling against the skin of your neck. “not mine, but….somethin a yours. find out who u are, ya feel?”

…..You cover his hands your own, squeezing them tight and biting your lip to hide a grin. “….bold of you to assume there’ll be a next time, bozo”

“c’mon, we both kno u can’t resist the idea of my touchstumps all up in ur nugbone hehe ;o)”

“Sure that sentence would be very sexy to someone who isn’t an alien.” You turn in his grip to face him probably. “….love you.”

“aw, babe, that’s gay lol”

“I taught you what that means and you weaponize it against me? Treason.”

“i’m 1 naughty m-fer.” He kissed your forehead. “love ya 2”

“And…..hope you aren’t attached to this shirt.”

“…wha-”

Acting fast, you yank up his shirt and scrape it across your face, taking as much greasepaint off as you could before breaking free of his grip and bolting out the door. Loud, clowny curse words chase you as you tear through the halls, a smile threatening to break your face in half as you ran.

The road to vengeance is long sometimes, but it sure is sweet.

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[ezekielbhandarivalleros]

Little Handstrings

Paring: Logan x Colt Kaneko

Summary: Colt teaches Logan how to play the guitar

Second Chapter of Gay Bad Boys Series

Another day, another rain-washed street and a looming grey sky, predicting thunder.

Colt strummed mournfully, absent-mindedly, at his guitar. Normally he didn't mind the rain; the sound of it hammering his window made a nice backing track to his often rather somber music.

Today, however, it was draining him of inspiration, as if every drop of rain was a piece of his head. He couldn't explain it.

He plucked at a single note repetitively, until a voice from the corner of his room piped up.

"God, at least play something."

He'd almost forgotten his friend Logan was even in the room. He had been sat quietly flicking through his dusty assortment of old CDs and cassette tapes, nosing curiously as he did whenever she came over. It seemed the rain was causing him to be irritable as well.

"Sorry." he muttered, not really meaning it.

"What's this?" Logan asked, waving a blank tape at him, whilst inspecting another.

Colt tilted his head, as if that would help him to remember. He recalled that his blank tapes were ones he'd made himself when he was much younger.

"I dunno, give it here," he said taking it from Logan, without waiting for her to reply.

Bluey scowled but said nothing as he put the tape into his CD player and hit play.

A few moments of silence, the fuzzy crackling of ancient technology, and then the mumbling of a young boy.

"... um... I'm Colt. And uh... this is "Her Blues"..."

Logan snorted and covered his mouth when Colt shot him a look, but he blushed furiously when his childhood self began to play his guitar with youthful abandon... and little talent.

"She's gone, gone, gone away

She's gone away

I thought she would be here to stay

But she's gone away-ey-ey!"

Logan could no longer contain himself and toppled backwards in laughter, as little Colt began howling like a wolf. Seventeen-year-old Dom groaned loudly and flicked the stop button, drowning behind the blood that filled his face. Bluey sat up, grinning and wiping tears from her eyes.

"Oh my dear Colty," Logan chuckled. "What in the blue hell was that?"

Colt looked sheepish. "It was an entry for a competition when I was a kid."

"And you wrote it about your father leaving?"

"Yeah," Colt shrugged. "I was upset, who else was I gonna write a song about, huh?"

Logan looked as though he was itching to go into hysterics again.

"Just so you know, I never sent it in." Colt said, relieved now that he hadn't.

Logan smiled, almost sincerely, "Ah, I've heard worse. It was kinda cute anyway."

He looked at Logan and he nodded.

"So you've been playing guitar for a while then?" He asked.

"Pretty much."

"And the singing?" He enquired.

"I don't sing much anymore." He smirked slightly, running his fingers up and down the strings of his guitar. He'd stopped singing aloud since he'd played that tape to his brothers and they'd pounded him for it, calling him "gay". Now he only sang, mostly hummed, to himself, or when no one was in the house.

He looked up at his friend, who was deep in thought.

"Logan?" He mumbled, uncertainly.

"I'm struck by a thought, Waston." He said.

"My God, is that your first one, Holmes?" He replied cheekily.

Logan frowned but there was the slightest hint of a smile on her face. "Very funny." He reached over and took his guitar, then fingered the strings. "I was just thinking you could teach me to play guitar."

"Teach you?" He said, raising an eyebrow. He had never thought of Logan as being interested in music, other than having loud rock songs blaring out of his bedroom window till three in the morning. And he'd heard his singing, it wasn't great.

Logan shrugged, "Sure, why not? You can play, I want to play, and we're both bored. And there's not much we can do together when we're bored." His mouth curled into a demonic grin. "Well, except sex."

Logan was taken aback for a moment and his face turned hot, but Bluey eased up on him. "It was a joke, y'idiot."

He stood up with the guitar and lifted the strap over her head. Colt, being as tall and lanky as he was, had made the strap rather long, and Logan, being a good foot shorter than him, struggled to play the instrument when it dangled near his knees.

Colt rolled his eyes and got up to fix the strap for him, consenting, he decided, to teach her to play a few notes.

"Hold still." He muttered, as Logan continued strumming. The guitar lifted to his hips and she was able to play it more comfortably. He played a slow, often note-perfect rendition of "Highway to Hell", and he sat and listened.

"Where did you learn that?" He asked, mildly surprised.

Logan shrugged and sat down on the bed with him, "I did start learning a couple of years ago, until some little shit broke my guitar when I took it to school." He looked peeved. "You know my dad, he was too stingy to pay for it to be fixed. Then I just forgot about it."

"That wasn't bad." Colt smiled. "Know anything else?"

Logan shook his head; Colt couldn't help noticing that Logan looked like a small child who was trying hard to remember her ABCs. "But you're gonna teach me, right?"

Colt sighed in mock-exhaustion. "I guess." He stood up and circled him, trying to figure out the best way to go about teaching someone else to do something he'd always been adept at. Logan gently fiddled with a tune patiently as Colt pondered.

"I take it you know all the chords, then?" He said finally.

Logan nodded, "Kinda. All I really want... is to know how to play like specific songs."

"Like?"

"Well, whatever. Metallica, HIM, whatever. You pick."

Colt knew what to pick, but he took a moment to look as though he was in deep thought; he knew the song he was going to suggest would make his grimace, but it was perfect.

He moved behind him and put his arms around her shoulders so that his hands hovered above him over the guitar. Bluey raised an eyebrow.

"This how you teach?" He asked, unconvinced.

"Just work with me here," Colt snapped, feigning lack of enthusiasm. "I've never had to 'impart wisdom' before."

"There's a surprise." Logan snorted, but he ignored him.

"I'm gonna teach you a slow song, m'kay? We'll move on to the heavy stuff later."

Logan grunted, disappointed. He looked down at his guitar, barely registering how his fingers twitched near his, or how his breath ruffled her azure hair gently while he showed him the notes.

But Colt noticed everything about him. How soft his pale little hands were when he moved them about; how his tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth when she was concentrating really hard; how his sank comfortably into his chest, or how his hair smelled of gel.

Deep down his ulterior motives for teaching Logan this way became apparent to him, as he realised that the sight, the sound, the smell and touch of his playing to him one of his favourite songs wouldn't leave him for a while.

He began to feel hot under his clothes, and his mouth dried up, and Logan played on, oblivious to the fact that he was rapidly falling for him.

The way his nose twitched adorably when she scowled at her mistakes...

The way he hummed so out of tune, yet not caring...

The way his hair brushed his neck and left him smelling of him...

Colt jumped back abruptly, knocking him forward onto his knees.

He turned and scowled at him, "The hell?"

"I thought I saw a spider!" He gasped, quickly, knowing he would accept that as he jumped onto his bed.

He glanced around, looking for the culprit and muttering about Colt and his "bloody phobias".

He lay back on the bed, his hands on his face, beads of sweat leaving him dizzy. Surely, it was just a heat of the moment? The romantic song? The close proximity? The fact that he hadn't had a Boyfriend in weeks?

As he forced himself to believe that that must be it, and that he wasn't falling in love with him, there was a little voice in the back of his mind, reminding him that he had felt this way before, and perhaps it was happening again.

Logan, meanwhile, had given up her search for the phantom spider and had seated himself on the floor, beginning to play the first few notes of the song.

"Y'know, I think I've pretty much got it now. Listen..."

And Colt listened with a tight knot in his stomach as Logan began to mumble the words he felt himself want to say.

"I don't know why this took so long.

It wasn't hard for me to see.

It wasn't that I didn't notice.

It was just hard to believe."

Colt sat up slowly and watched Logan fumble over the strings, her freckled face contorted in absorption.

"But this is what you did.

What you did to me."

He had no idea what he was thinking, about him, about the lyrics, about how juicy his lips were when she sang, even if she wasn't the greatest songstress.

"You put resin on my heartstrings. You make 'em sing.

You put resin on my heartstrings. You make 'em sing.

And it's about time that I told you everything.

You put resin on my heartstrings. You make 'em sing..."

He moved over to her and put his hand on his to stop his playing, she looked at him, those big blue eyes rolling over his face curiously.

"Was it bad?"

"No." Colt answered quietly. She was watching him with such an unnerved expression that he took his hand off of hers quickly. "I just... I think you've got it, Logan."

He beamed and flexed her fingers in front of his face. "Knew these babies wouldn't let me down. What's next then?"

Colt was standing by the window. The rain had stopped and he was willing it to stay that way. "I think that's enough for today." He muttered.

"Y'reckon?"

He looked at her, his heart aching so feebly at the sight of her pouting that he couldn't bear to look at her anymore. Not until he'd had time to think. He turned back to the window. "I'm pretty tired, you should probably leave."

Logan stood and eyed him. He reached for his shoulder and turned him to look at him, narrowing her eyes at him, inspecting his face. Colt tried to look as nonchalant as he could, but Logan's face softened on him as she noticed how upset he seemed all of a sudden.

"What's wrong dude?" Logan asked softly.

He shrugged her off, frowning slightly, "Nothing."

Logan wasn't convinced, but he felt it was pointless to pry if Colt didn't want to talk to him. He could be moody on his own.

"Fair enough. Same time tomorrow?"

"Maybe." He replied.

He didn't watch Logan leave the room; he could tell he did it in a strop because the door was slammed. But he watched Logan cross the road outside of his house and slouch off in the miserable weather.

Colt was determined he wouldn't know about his feelings, not until he was certain of them at least. After all it was probably just a little crush, nothing too serious.

#playchoices #choices #logan x colt #ride or die

[kihaku-gato]

OC Ships / Ship Dynamics

For whatever reason I fizzled out mid-writing so I had to power through last night to try to follow through what I wanted to ramble about Valentine’s Day night. Probably full of typos and incoherence once you hit the Harriet X Anne section onwards, but I’m not proofreading for typos cause brain frustrated trying to spit this out into words so WHATEVER TAKE HERE IT AND SHIP THE CHARACTERS hopefully

If the ship title is wrapped in “*“ it means it’s a canonical ship in the main canon story of said OCs. Also since AUs will be mentioned, if a specific sentence is wrapped with “*“ it means its a specific thing to the canon story and may not be consistent in AUs.

LETS GO

*Terra X Kayla*

My first OC ship so one of the ones closest to my heart. The serious-chivalrous X bubbly-princess kind of ship (Xena/Gabrielle and Lucia/Sumire are good comparisons). Terra sees Kayla as as an innocent woman that needs to be protected *though Kayla in reality is plenty capable of taking care of herself, and may not be as naive/innocent as Terra thinks*. Despite Kayla’s capabilities, Kayla fantasizes being swept off her feet by Terra as if Terra were a prince charming- but quickly learning Terra’s boundaries she does not force those fantasies onto Terra. Do not mistake Kayla’s damsel-esque fantasies to mean she would not protect Terra in return, if Terra is truly threatened Kayla is far scarier *and more powerful* than Terra could ever be.

*A lot of their developing relationship is them realizing that they both have severe scars from major points of their childhoods, that though both coped with it very differently, they are not so different in many regards.*

Kayla is very physically affectionate, at least having body-to-body contact, hand/arm holding, and if able, rubbing her face against her s/o. Terra’s affection is more aloof but shows her affection by wanting to at least be in the same room/space as Kayla, *craft/curate magical items/trinkets with Kayla in mind* and at times when lost in thought/focus sometimes ends up catching herself stimming via twirling Kayla’s hair in her hands. I could nonetheless see Terra potentially caressing Kayla’s face with her hand though less common.

More direct affection between them is show via kunik kisses (rubbing/touching their noses together), less so actual lip to lip kissing though it happens rarely.

Among the ship complexes they are one of the least sexual of the ships, though among the Terra related ships its the one where I could most likely see Terra having sex (despite Terra not being a sexually driven person); being that Kayla is extremely respectful of Terra’s set boundaries and Terra wanting to please Kayla best she can.

*Riivar X Demauria*

*Their relationship starts as an unofficial Royal X Guard relationship, even though it’s purely for the title and not cause Riivar needs protection*. Between Riivar’s very flirty sexually open nature, and Demauria’s tsundere-esque will-not-admit-she-has-high-sexual-drive/attraction nature, this ship is very sexually tense even though a lot of their starting relationship doesn’t even remotely have sex involved (Riivar doesn’t even make any sexual moves on Demauria as she does not want to make Demauria uncomfortable, rather it’s Demauria later on that makes the move).

Demauria sees Riivar as a tall powerful, confident, knows-what-she-wants-in-life person, and eventually seeks to understand how she came to be so *since a lot of Demauria’s character arc is about finding her drive/purpose in life*. Riivar sees Demauria as a small almost-child that needs room/space/resources and love to grow *though later in the story believes she is not the one that can give enough for Demauria as she feels Demauria has outgrown the need for Riivar*.

Riivar is very open and affectionate and is all about pleasing her partner however her s/o wishes, so as such tries to keep Demauria as comfortable as possible, and only pushes Dema out of her comfort zone is she believes it’s something of benefit to Demauria. Demauria in contrast is very closeted in her emotions, and struggles to regulate them; though she likes the affection she is prone to snapping at Riivar, as such she tries to be more aloof to avoid accidentally snapping at Riivar altogether, as she does not want to hurt the very person doing so much for her. It takes a long time for Demauria to open up and better manage some of her more major intense emotions.

Relationship-wise Demauria wants to try to take the lead but is often strongly outshone by Riivar though not intended.

Among the canon ships this is one of the ships I’ve wanted to drop canonization of; being that I struggle to read/predict how the two interact with each other, plus though unintended there is an accidental power dynamic between Riivar/Demauria that I don’t like (some of it is Riivar having more experience, some of it is that *the canon story has Riivar in the position of hero / good summaratin, which puts Dema in almost a child-like position*), despite my attempts to remove/nullify said power dynamic.

*Harriet X Anne*

This ship is relatively new as far as canon ships go and I keep beating around the bush when it comes to Anne (as a character and her motives etc.) so excuse the disservice of how short this may be for them. Chivalrous Prince X Princess, but in contrast to Terra X Kayla, the energy is reversed; Harriet is the more energetic/open “prince” while Anne is the more aloof “princess”. Probably the ship with the most pining of the 3 canonical ships; Both hold each other with utmost respect.

Harriet puts a lot of effort in treating Anne like a lady when she’s not treating her like a “partner” (non-romantically), which just absolutely squeezes Anne’s heart. A huge arc in their relationship is putting trust that they can help each other in their times of need, being both have a habit if shouldering responsibilities on their individual selves instead of taking the helping hand. I originally was gonna give Harriet a rivalrous energy with Anne at the start of their story, but Anne ended up becoming much much softer/gentler of a character than initially planned, so it became a gentle chivalrous/comradic energy towards instead.

 Harriet X Terra

One of the non-canon ships I think about a lot. I think a lot of it is my enjoyment for seeing Harriet’s feathers getting ruffled by Terra being very attractive in Harriet’s eyes w/o Terra even caring or doing any effort to be so. So yes, the majority of the variations of this ship are rivalrous, whether it is or not really depends Harriet and the context of the AU and how they meet.

In the DnD and MHW AUs for example, Harriet treats/sees Terra in a “broski” sense since they meet each other in a more socially null environment, while most other AUs (and for that matter even in the canon main story where they aren’t a ship) they meet indirectly while in their own social cliches, leading to Harriet to quickly see/treat Terra as a rival/nemesis, due to feeling Terra as a threat to her social/romantic spotlight. It doesn’t help either that Harriet likes to be the center of attention and Terra by no direct fault of her own has a presence that “robs” that of Harriet when the eyes turn to Terra instead.

Terra on the other hand sees Harriet dismissively at the start of their ship/non-ship stories, changing to either “an interesting person” when seeing Harriet’s skills/specialities/morals, or to “a loud nuisance” when Harriet is attempting to instigate competitions/fights with Terra. Later in said ships Terra tends to grow a respect for Harriet even though they don’t entirely play to the same tune.

Interestingly I think they’d both try to get along quicker if they both saw some of the similarities in each other; one being they both will risk their necks to protect other women in their somewhat chivalrous ways, the other being my not-officially-canon-yet-cause-hesitancy is both of them being Autistic (Terra leaning more to the what people expect, while Harriet is not what one would expect- but “how/why my OCs are/should be canonically Autistic, writtern by their creator who is also Autistic” is for a different ramble).

One thing I enjoy is thinking about the point of the ship where Terra may start to open up to Harriet and show her more vulnerable side (either out of long term built trust or out of bad luck / inconvenience if they are earlier yet in the ship) and Harriet being outright disarmed by it. Tbh a lot of this ship is Harriet getting disarmed by Terra in various ways.

 Kayla X Demauria

A ship I initially did not think of till a friend drew fanart of it, but has since become a nice one for me. Kayla’s bubbly friendliness/openness and Demauria’s cold angry/pissyness is a grand contrast. Demauria is a lot more aggressive with Kayla than with  Riivar (whether that being in the “make the first move” sense or actual behaviour) *which is a lil ironic if you learn towards the canon story where Demauria is actually scared of Kayla’s capabilities hidden under the warm smile*.  Despite Dema being the more “aggressive” one I like to think they are on equal grounds as far so “who make the first move” since Kayla is very physically affectionate.

Also while Dema is more closeted with Riivar even when they become a couple, I like to follow my friend’s headcanon that Demauria would be much more physically/sexually open to Kayla than she is in the Riivar ship.

While I don’t have much for ship AUs between the two compared to the others, my one favourite that sometimes comes to my mind is an AU of an AU; the College/roomates AU where they are crushing over Terra and Riivar only to instead fall for each other instead of their crushes during the time they try to pursue them (if you are familiar with the Toradora anime you will sort of know what I mean by that).

 Riivar/Abbey X Harriet

Do I mean Riivar or Abbey or do I mean a poly ship? The Answer is both, also it is categorized together as the results would be very similar whether it’s Riivar, Abbey, or both being together with Harriet. One word; SPICY! While Terra X Harriet is indulgent for me storywise/emotionally, this ship here is tbh is the steamy kind of indulgence and I both apologize and don’t apologize for it.

Harriet has a huge celebrity crush on Riivar (both canonically and in several AUs), and while Harriet never meets Abbey in canon I would like to believe Harriet would be just as weak for Abbey as she is with Riivar. Both Riivar and Abbey would find Harriet absolutely adorable and too fun to tease/please.

Riivar is all about giving her partner comfortable pleasure, while Abbey is more one to be a lil sadistic with her partner(s) liking to bite or give a lil pain to the pleasure if her partner allows. So unsurprisingly such a combo put upon Harriet is quite fun, as she can just crumble into a mess from so much as a pretty girl smiling at her, much less two VERY pretty/beautiful women going ALL-IN as far as seduction/flirtation goes.

As I said, this ship is VERY indulgent even if imo it is one of my shallowest ships.

   Kayla X Kal

 Almost forgot this one when posting but is one I CANNOT IGNORE; a ship between Kayla and my friend Shiro’s OC Kal. THEY’D BE SO CUTE TOGETHER AND IM GLAD SHIRO LOWKEY SHIPS IT TOO. Kal flexing her muscles to flirt with Kayla? Kayla absolutely losing it / swooning cause she is a woman who loves beefy ladies? YES PLEASE. Also Kayla being stronger than she looks catching Kal by surprise is a hella nice bonus too.

#oc ramblings #wall of text #oc ships #shipping #ocs #original characters #ramblings

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (02x10)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 2 Episode 10: Bloody Situation

Warnings: blood talk. The talk. No not THAT talk. But a talk nonetheless.

Word Count: It feels so good to have older cousins you can talk to about your daily struggles, your ailments, your passions and dreams. :)

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

One of the cameras tried to focus on the card castles Sam and Bucky were intensely working on in the lounge, zooming in on their sweaty foreheads while they cursed each other to their respective doom.

"Bucky," Sam artificially gasped, "Hydra men are standing behind you!" Forcing Bucky to roll his eyes as he kept his metal arm steady to put up another stack.

"At least I don't have to pretend about your side. Look outside the window, Sam," he tilted his head towards the glass wall, "your family doesn't seem that proud of you." The camera focused on a couple of pigeons and crows sitting on the roof outside, cooing at the two frenemies, as Sam's eyes moved towards the camera, already tired for the day.

The meditative silence that both these men had been working in would be broken by their friends as they passed them.

"Look, Scott," Natasha mentioned as she and Scott came back from their training, the latter clearly in a worse condition with his face flushed and sweat giving his entire shirt another shade of blue, "they're building you summer homes."

"Awh-su-hum," he wheezed, his hands on his knees, "just make sure you get the plumbing right for the bathrooms."

"Go away," Sam raised his voice, while Bucky just furrowed his assassin brows.

Just when they thought they could relax themselves, Tony and Steve walked in.

"What the-"

"Really? Is this what I pay you guys for?"

A minute or five passed by as they continue making the third floor of the castle in silence.

"You do realise it'll take a mere huff of breath from me to let all fall down," Loki called out of the initially melodic quiet, leading Sam and Bucky to throw curses at him as Peter watched in horror.

"I swear to God I'll cut your hair off if you even breathe in my direction," Sam hissed.

"Walk away, snake!" Bucky growled.

Loki sipped his piping hot tea from your mug as he basked in the curses being thrown at him, exchanging a mischievous look with the camera while Peter looked at the masterpieces in admiration.

A few minutes later the camera turned to watch you enter the space from the Dorms, your eyes carrying slight bags of sleeplessness while the air around you seemed hot and heavy.

By now, everyone had settled down around the two men to choose one side and root for a winner.

"Morning, Y/N," Rhodey chimed as he stepped out of the elevator, "got any plans for the weekend?"

"Morning, Mr Rhodey," you greeted with your cracking morning voice still trying the find your way through the sleep, "I think I'll just sleep in, thanks."

Everyone sent a greeting your way while their eyes were still stuck on the competition.

 Peter: Mr Lang, Clint and I have placed our bets on who will win. I think it'll definitely be Mr Winter Soldier Bucky with the good hair, sir. *smiles for the camera*

Scott: I'm rooting for Sam. *nods* He's intellectual, he knows how to manoeuvre through all the opponent's moves, he's...um... he's got a good pair of...eyes *nods head more furiously till he finally gives up* Bucky scares me sometimes.

Clint: I bet Scott is bettin' on Sam right now 'cuz I told him Bucky said he will squish all the ants that come his way. While he was asleep. *giggle-snorts*

Natasha: *raises her brow* Who am I rooting for? *gives her signature deadly smirk* wouldn't you like to know. *Doesn't blink till there is a rattle behind the camera and she's pressing her lips from giving away her enjoyment* It's neither of them *breaks eye contact to look at her nails*

 "Hey, Y/N," Peter chimed in excitedly, "Mr Wilson and Mr Barnes are making castles out of our Cards and Against Humanity set. Who're you betting on?"

The camera focused on your butt rising over the kitchenette slab to reach on the other side for something. Your irritated tsk displayed you didn't really find what you were looking for, only to turn around and walk towards the crowd.

"I dunno," you muttered half-heartedly, looking at anything but people's faces.

"Would you like to make card castles?" Tony asked you, receiving a judgment stare from Steve sitting next to him.

"No," you replied under your breath as you reached the space where everyone was sitting together, your brows clearly having a tense time.

"Really?" Steve commented at Tony.

"What," Tony shrugged, "can't I spend some quality time with my daughter? Right, Y/N?"

Your eyes went towards the mug in Loki's hand. He noticed the trail of your stare too. And without so much as a fuss, he handed you the mug.

"Careful, it's hot," he warned you softly, making almost all eyes turn towards him while he went back to watching the tense house-construction, taking his sweet time to notice those eyes still glued at him.

 Tony: *scrunched nose carrying a grim and confused look* I don't know. *looks at the camera* watching Loki be *raises brow* sweet just...ugh...*feels a current of disapproval go through his entire body*

 "I am going to wreck you, Buck Buck," Sam commented.

"Not before I stab your hard work with my smart work, Sammy boi," Bucky spat back.

The camera panned in on the blankness hovering over your face as you looked at the two soldiers share what they thought was good insults.

 You: *still blank* lame.

 Taking in a deep breath you made the entire lounge go silent when your hand swung back before coming to destroy the entire four floors in the air, your flat voice going, "lame." Jaws dropped down one by one while two voice went gasp from behind you; everyone trying to contemplate what happened. Everyone except Natasha and Loki.

��Natasha: *looking at the camera with the same look except for this time with a smirk* *raises a hand to show the wad of twenty-dollar bills that fans her face*

 "Give me one good reason I shouldn't break your phone right now," Sam's low voice was the first thing to break the intense current inside the air.

"Because you are a p-"

"OKAY!", "All RIGHT!" and "Holy sh-" broke the lounge before you could complete the sentence as Bucky and Sam tried to let your words seep into their skulls.

All this time Natasha and Loki were having a gala time while Peter was looking at them with an unadulterated mix of surprise and horror and Scott was just plain confused.

 Bucky: *trying to reduce the blood flow in his cheeks*

Peter: *spreads his arms in a questioning gesture* Where do they get that kind of confidence?

Scott: Why did everyone jump up? All she was going to say was 'Because you are a pure heart'. Damn! *scoffs* *looks at the person behind the camera* ...What.

*Scott and Peter turn to look at Bucky for answers*

Bucky: *still trying to reduce the blood flow in his cheeks*

 "Y/N! What the hell?" Tony's voice sloped down as he looked at you with a hint of shock in his eyes.

Your barren features took a one-eighty and your eyes went at the scattered cards lying across the table and floor. "I...I..."

"It took us four hour-"

"I'm sorry okay!" you shouted, putting the cup between already awaiting palms of the God and run back to your room, your eyes glistening just the right amount for the camera to catch it.

 Ten Minutes Later

"What the hell just happened?!"

Sam looked at Tony while Bucky watched the cards with the hope of watching them resurrect themselves again.

"What do you mean what the hell happened?" Loki chimed as he sat down beside Scott, giving an already befuddled Stark another layer of perplexity, turning to anyone who would back him up on this.

"Oh, I am with Loki on this one," Natasha raised her shoulders and crossed her arms, giving Tony a mini heart-attack while everyone in the room watched on.

 Tony: When Nat sides with someone in the room you should know that she has recognised that said person has the balls to stand up enough for her to have an opinion about them. *sighs* I cannot believe I get to see Loki be that guy. *falls silent to contemplate as he becomes a lump in his chair* What, is Clint on a sabbatical or something?

 Steve: What the hell kind of team-up is this? *scoffs* *expressions go blank* wait a minute. *American resolve glistening over his face* Did Loki brainwash her?

 Loki: *eyerolls* *sighs with hands crossed over his chest* *looks deadpan into the camera* No wonder he is still a virgin.

 "Okay," Tony broke the eerie silence- that was judging both Loki and Natasha- with his index finger standing in the air, "I get the game was the worst past time these two could think of but do not tell me you have some absurd explanation for Y/N's behaviour!"

"It's not that absurd, really," both chimed in.

"I mean," Loki shrugged most casually, "isn't it obvious?"

"What is obvious here?"

Natasha tsked and rolled her eyes at Tony, offending him quite visibly.

"By the Norns," Loki raised his voice just a smidge, "she is bleeding her innards out, Stark. She is undergoing her monthly bodily changes."

The camera swivelled through the silence towards the kitchenette, where Pietro stood half shocked with marshmallows falling out of his already stuffed mouth.

 Pietro: I did not see that coming *eyes wide with shock*

 "She is menstru-"

"All right!," Tony cut him in the middle, growing uncomfortable with where the conversation was going, "Okay! Enough! I get it! She's ...she...she's got stuff going."

"Menstruating," Nat and Loki synchronised again much to Tony's discomfort.

 Tony: *rubbing his palms all over his face, trying to get rid of the embarrassment* uuuugghhhhh!!!!! *removes hands and sighs* This is disgusting *shakes head* Loki and Nat agreeing? *feels a jolt of displeasure go down him, forcing him to wiggle where he sits* ugh! *nearly sobs* I'm gonna get sick.

 Scott: Ohhhhhh!!! So that's why! For a second I thought she was possessed by my teenage self or something. Phew! Thank God for that.

 "What," Loki looked Tony dead in the eye, breaking the creepy silence in the lounge, "don't look at us like that. Captain and Sergeant know it too."

Every pair of eyes and camera took a one-eighty towards the incredibly flushed faces of Steve and Bucky trying to dissolve themselves in the sofa while hiding their faces behind their palms.

"What?" Scott blurted out in the heat of the moment, "Y/N shared her PMS blues with you two? I thought I was her go-to man!"

"I'm sure you still are, Mr Lang," Peter chimed in, not able to take the hurt on Scott's soft face.

"Your super-hearing," Natasha broke the conversation with a tone of realisation, looking at the embarrassed old men, "that's how you know, don't you? No wonder you always let me choose the movies on blood nights."

"So that's why you didn't say anything to Y/N, just now! You knew!!!" Sam shouted with the comprehension. "You let me nearly throw hands at her, you dumb racoon!"

Bucky slipped further into the sofa while Steve tried to come up with words of reasons but clearly fell short.

 Natasha: I always knew something was up with these two. *camera pans in on her face* I waited for my cycle last month just so I could get these two morons to pay for Clint and my pizza night dinner. *smirks**turns to her side* Oh come on! *nudges the person sitting beside her* get over it already.

*camera pans out to show Clint's horrified eyes looking into oblivion*

Clint: I just want bleach from my mind the fact that that horned God knows too much. *utter disgust shining on his face* way too much.

Nat: *turns to the camera* *sighs* *camera zooms in on her* Men.

 One Hour Later

"Yeah," Sam muttered as he mixed the contents of his coffee. "I get we screwed that one, but I still cannot wrap my head around what you two have been keeping to yourselves this whole time."

The camera turned towards the duo of Steve and Bucky sighing and looking up at Sam from the lounge, tired and wanting the conversation to stop.

"Jesus, Sam," Bucky spewed, the irritation concentrating between his brows, "it's not like we asked for it, okay."

"So you guys what," Scott interrupted with a curious whisper, "hear all that...that blood thing in the uteruses shed or something?"

"It's like-"

"Like any muscle inside the body sounds to us," Bucky broke through Steve's narrative, the camera following his eyes, which were following your movement as you walked to the elevator, got in and went to the rooftop, letting him breathe while Peter and Scott looked at each other and the camera with judgmental stares for Bucky.

 Bucky: It's like hearing an animal devour another animal.

Steve: Like a dragon roaring really low. The most dangerous kind.

Bucky: Play that sound to yourself in the middle of the night while you go for a glass of water and find a woman sitting in the dark in front of a television that isn't turned on. *camera pans in* You won't be able to sleep for two weeks.

Steve: *looks at some invisible void with mild horror* *whispers to Bucky* Natasha?

Bucky: *shakes head* Wanda.

Steve: *surprised* Oh! *gently pats Bucky's back*

Bucky: *nearly whimpers as he speaks in squeaks* Her eyes glowed! Her eyes!

 Rooftop

"Go away, Javier," you declared with not much strength as Javier seemingly came up and out over the stunning rooftop that housed a garden, a pool and even a bar. You sat over the grass with your back to the camera and the sun, your head resting over your arms locked upon your folded legs.

"Listen to her. It's more entertaining downstairs, anyway."

The voice came from behind the camera, making it turn to find itself staring right into Loki's chest.

Loki walked towards where you were, your head still low, and sat down beside you turning once to check whether Javier had left. Clearly, he didn't catch the camera recording from behind the bar a few feet away from where you had planted yourself.

"Here," Loki took something right out of the air.

You picked up your head quite unwillingly and stopped short at the sight of the glistening wrapper in his hand.

"That's...that's...where did you get this?"

"Peter and Natasha told me that chocolates make it easier for some people," he answered, raising his hand for you to take it. Which you did.

That isn't some ordinary chocolate that Loki gave me today.

You looked at the God, who busied himself into looking at the horizon in front of the two of you.

 You: That was...is my favourite chocolate. No one could've just known that. Especially not Loki.

 You tore open the wrapper and broke the bar into two, giving one to Loki.

"Oh, I don't-"

"Try it," you didn't budge, "you'll like it."

Loki scoffed, about to say something when his eyes met yours, forcing the camera to zoom in more to bring your faces in the frame, watching Loki observe the certainty in your eyes before taking his share.

"Cheers," you softly declared, hitting your piece with his and biting into the softness. Loki imitated you, slowly chewing his share with pure judgment before his brows released the doubts, his pupils dilated enough for the camera and his body relaxed.

 Loki: She knows some decent sweet snacks. I'm surprised how is Clint still sour after living in her company for so many days?

*another voice* It's the coffee he drinks.

*camera pans out to reveal Natasha opening another one of your favourite chocolates to share with Loki*

 The Lounge

The elevator dinged and everyone watched in mild amazement when you came out giggling at something Loki said.

"Oh my God!" you announced with wide eyes as you crossed the space to go sit down beside a very flustered Sam. "You two can hear my insides dying! How cool is that?!"

Steve looked at you with pure blankness over his face before his eyes wandered towards the camera. "There's...nothing cool about it, really," he muttered, barely audible.

The frame caught you shifting towards Sam, who sat upright the moment he felt the centre of your attention.

"Hey, I'm sorry for ruining your game," you apologised, biting your lip, trying to sound as sincere as you possibly could.

"No problem," Sam stressed with periodic nods, "i-is there anything you want? Anything I can get you?"

"Oh, um...no I'm cool. Just in need of a hug that isn't warm and sweaty. N-No offence!"

"None taken."

Scott didn't even turn while he looked at you with his signature grandmother smile. "Hey, Loki," he shouted, "Y/N needs a hug from you."

Loki hadn't even breathed in when Tony stomped into the lounge.

"No one's hugging her," he declared, becoming the first witness to watch your face lose a shade of its shine as your smile slowly faded away.

"I didn't mean tha-hold on jus-PETER GET THAT THING IN ALREADY!"

Everyone looked at the direction of the corridor from where Tony had just come in to see something giant enter the room.

All air left your lungs while curses filled the air from every single person sitting in there.

"HOLY SHIT," you seemed to have lost your voice, "IT'S BAYMAX!"

Peter peaked from behind the positively bloated robot.

"It fisted me!"

"What?" you, Tony, Scott and Sam broke the party to look at Peter in horror.

"Yeah, we fist-bumped each other and I even taught him a new handshake!"

No room had breathed a sigh of relief like these guys did while Steve and Bucky looked at them in diluted confusion.

"You better not be pulling that Christmas, Tony."

Pepper entered from behind Peter, walking towards you to give you a hug.

"How's little Morgan doing?" you cooed at her belly which had swollen more than the last time when everyone had seen her on the wedding night.

"She is doing well and now I can feel her excitement too. I felt a kick last night."

"Okay now take your Baymax and hug the hell out of it," Tony announced, gesturing you towards the cute wellness robot, breaking Pepper away from you to give her a kiss and get her to ‘sit down already’, only getting a ‘did you just order me?’.

 Later That Day

The camera caught puffs of smoke coming from the corridor of the dorms till it caught Scott burning some kind of incense.

 Scott: It's lavender. It'll help keep Y/N's nerves calm. The kid has already gone through so much. Though it's nothing I thought she at least deserves a frustration-free period.

 Clint and Pietro were coming back from a sparring session covered in sweat, making jokes at each other.

"Good work on the footwork today kid. I told you using your brain instead of just your feet will work wonders for ya," Clint gesticulated with a light laugh.

"Ha ha," Pietro mocked him. "Shut up, old man."

Pietro playfully punched Clint's arm as they were walking the length of the corridor before stopping at the sound coming from the room nearest to them.

"Hey!....stop it........hurt.......shit..........no!"

"That's Y/N's room," Pietro whispered cautiously to Clint, who took a step towards the door with a nod.

"Is she okay?"

Clint shushed Pietro.

"Loki! Stop! I'm gonna die!"

"Mother-" Clint clicked opened a door and paraded in with Pietro right on his heels.

The camera caught a very baffled Loki and you staring at the visitors while your hands hung in the air. Holding gaming controls. The game on the screen opposite you still going on.

Loki's hands went down but not before he paused the game. His green eyes were looking directly at Clint.

"Don't you ever get tired of doing this, Barton?" his silky voice questioned Clint's sanity.

"One of these days I will have a reason to break the door and break your nose, snake," Clint said after a long pause of contemplation.

You and Pietro exchanged a confused look and a shrug.

"Um....what is going on?" you finally spoke.

"Nothing," Loki didn't bat his eyes away from the archer, "just the Hawkeye's very very bad luck of being at the right place at the wrong time."

He finished with a killer smile.

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[zzloch]

You Like Him- Lyredey and Gruvia Double date

Hey people, this is set in a high school au, I hope you like it

A blue-haired girl stood in front of her midnight blue car, nervously waiting for one of her best friends to arrive."Meredy!" Juvia yelled at the pinkette, waving her arm. "Juvi!" Meredy said excitedly. Juvia and Meredy hugged. The best friends had both had been busy, with schoolwork, clubs, and Juvia started had swimming.

"What do you want to do tonight and tomorrow?" Juvia questioned her friend. This was the one night they could meet up and have a sleepover.

"Well, I was thinking we just lounge around." Meredy shrugged.

"Juvia got tickets to the carnival!" Juvia said, holding up two slips of cardstock, with barcodes on them.

Meredy eyes lit up, the carnival was her favorite place to go.

"YES!!!!!!!!" Merdey yelled ecstatically.

Meredy loved the carnival and Juvia knew this, and intended to take advantage of that

"Merds, that's not all."

"Oh, what else? Are we going to the Waterpark?" Meredy's eyes sparkled.

"No, not quite, Juvia had two extra leftover, sooooo."

"So, what?"

"Juvia gave the other two to Lyon-Sama and Gray-sama and told them to meet us there," Juvia said sheepishly

"Juvi!" the pinkette whined.

Juvia just laughed, Meredy had the biggest crush on Lyon and hated it when Juvia tried to set them up.

"Please, Juvia won't force you to be around him," Juvia said.

"Yeah right," Meredy said, rolling her eyes.

They pulled up to Juvia's house and walked inside. Meredy was always amazed at how well decorated her household was. It was always so clean. Contrary to Juvia’s adoptive family, who all looked very messy

The way the house looked and functioned would be considered normal until you saw Juvia’s adoptive family. The Redfoxes were very odd, 'that's a good word for it.' Meredy thought.

As Juvia and Meredy stepped in the living room, a loud crash, followed by a string of curses were heard from the garage.

The door of the garage opened, and a tall tan man stepped inside the house, covered in sweat and soot, and grumbling about how his head hurt.

“Hi, Uncle” 

He nodded at the two girls

“What was that Noise?” Meredy asked cautiously, Metalicana terrified her and she was very nervous around him.

“I was trying a grad a tool, and all my other tools fell down” he grumbled

“Were you standing on something you shouldn't have been” Juvia questioned

“Nooooooo” 

Juvia rolled her eyes at her adoptive father

“Aunty isn’t going to like that there is soot everywhere.”

“Kan isn’t home right now.” 

“Well once she comes home she’s going to be upset.”

Metalicana rolled his eyes at his daughter.

“What are you guys doing tomorrow?” Metalicana changed the topic

"We're going on a double date tomorrow."

"Are you going out with that Fullbuster boy again.”

"Yes, Uncle,”

“Wait, wait. You are going on a date and dragging me along, and I am being forced to hang out with your boyfriend's stepbrother,” Meredy defended herself.

Metalicana looked at the girls confused and shook his head. “Whatever I'm ordering Chinese.”

“We are eating in Juvia’s room,” Juvia said grabbing Meredy’s hand and pulling her up the stairs

Metalicana nodded as the girls went into juvia’s room

The walls were a light blue. Her bed had a white comforter and black sheets underneath, With some midnight blue velvet pillows. She had a TV in her room and even a mini-fridge. Her trophies for swimming had replaced the dolls she used to sew of her crush, Gray, but since they had started dating she had stopped sewing her gray dolls collecting pictures of him, etc.

Juvia jumped on her bed with Meredy and pulled out the remote and turned on the Television. She had put in a fantasy movie that Meredy had never heard of. "Soooo," Juvia said "What," Meredy said gulled to the screen. "Lyon told me something..."

"MmHmm," Meredy said, not looking at her friend, she knew where this was headed.

"He likes a girl..."

"I don't care."

"With pink hair."

"Probably Sherry"

"Nah She's dating Ren."

"Since when?"

"About 3 months ago."

"Doesn’t mean he doesn’t like her."

"The girl Lyon likes he said she was kind."

"Don't care."

"She used to be really rude."

"Sounds like you," Meredy said, not looking away from the T.V

Juvia then shoved her off the bed, Meredy laughed while tumbling off the bed

"Meredy He likes YOU!"

"Don't get my hopes up" Meredy mumbled.

"You like him, you like him," Juvia teased.

After Juvia continuously said this for about 30 minutes, Meredy caved, "OK, I LIKE HIM!"

"Juvia knew it!"

"Ugh, Tomorrow is going to be a long day."

"You know it" Juvia giggled at the pinkette.

*Time Skip: 12 hours*

It was around 8, and the girls were getting ready, how they got up so early is a mystery.

"Meredy, can you do Juvia lashes."

"Fine"

"Thanks. I'm horrible at them" Meredy rolled her eyes, Juvia really was terrible at makeup, no matter how many times her “mom” tried to teach her how to do it.

"All right, Done."

"Thanks"

"Which do you think I should wear?" Meredy asked her friend. She held up an oversized pastel pink hoodie with jean shorts and magenta crop top with white jean shorts

"Second, with black sneakers and rose gold hoops."

"Which one?" Juvia proceeded to hold up 2 outfits. A grey crop top with midnight blue jean shorts and Grey tank top with blue skirt

"Grey tank top with shorts and white converse with those cross earrings gray got you that match his necklace."

"Thanks, Meredy" Juvia said running into her room to get changed

*Time skip 1 hour*

Gray and Lyon waited outside the carnival.

"How much longer till we can go in, so I can beat you at some carnival games," Lyon asked Gray, teasingly.

"I don't know it's not like I track my girlfriend."

"What do you mean you have a tracker on her phone." "I do not. Her dad took it off" Gray mumbled the last part, and Lyon stifled a laugh

"Gray-sama, please stop fighting with Lyon-sama," Juvia said, walking towards her boyfriend.

"Hi, Lyon" Meredy waved at the white-haired boy.

When Lyon saw her, his cheeks went pink. Gray elbowed his brother in the rib cage and pushed him towards the pinkette. "Hey you look nice" "Thanks, you too" An Awkward silence rushed over the two flustered students

"Meredy, Let's show these guys we can beat them at any game," Juvia said, knowing that would make Meredy excited, she was very competitive.

"Come on Lyon so I can beat you," Meredy said, grabbing his hand.

Gray Laughed at his blushing stepbrother, getting dragged away by his crush. "Gray-Sama" "MmmHmm," he said, pulling her closer towards him. "Juvia is gonna beat you," Juvia said, running away "Good Luck!" Gray yelled at his girlfriend as he ran after her

*Time Skip 2 hours*

The entire morning was full of the 4 high schoolers playing carnival games, fighting (mostly by Gray and Lyon), Laughter and blushing. "Hey is 12 we should really get something to eat," Lyon commented. "Sure, could you and Meredy go get some pizza, Juvia needs to talk to Gray real quick," Juvia asked Lyon, totally not trying to get Lyon and Meredy alone together. Meredy was about to deny her request, but Lyon jumped in "Sure Juvia." Lyon pulled Meredy towards the food.

"Hey, You're a girl right," Lyon asked

"Last time I checked," Meredy said smiling

"So, there's a girl."

"MmHmm" Meredy tried her best not to feel jealous

"I really like her."

"Then, tell her."

"I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"She's too good for me."

"Lyon if you like her, then just tell her."

"Can I practice on you."

Meredy stopped walking, she should have known he would have asked that Lyon always said 'If you don't practice you can't accomplish most things.' Knowing Lyon wasn't going to give up, why was she friends with such stubborn people, she agreed.

"Okay," Lyon took a breath. "Hey, I like you."

"Now just tell that to the girl you like," Meredy said.

"I just did," Lyon said, scratching his head.

Meredy's eyes went wide. Lyon, one of the most popular boys at Fiore high, liked her, the dorkiest girl at her school. "Why?" was Meredy's response. Lyon could have any girl he wanted, but he chooses a girl who could drag down his reputation in mere seconds.

"Because you aren't like all the other girls at our school, you are passionate about everything you do, you aren't stuck up, and you make me feel like a normal person, you don't treat me like some celebrity, you aren't afraid of teasing me and I need a girl that can do that."

"Lyon, I think I like you too." Lyon sighed, clearly relieved.

"That's a lot better than you not liking me." Lyon smiled.

"We should probably go get the pizza now," Meredy said.

"Yep," Lyon said, grabbing her hand and walking her towards the pizza place.

Elsewhere (totally not sitting at a table so they could overhear Meredy and Lyon) were Gray and Juvia. Juvia was squealing her heart out.

"They like each other, soon they'll start dating."

"Now that you got them together can you stop trying to play matchmaker and focus on us," Gray said, hugging his girlfriend's waist.

“Maybe, only if Mira doesn’t recruit Juvia to do more work.”

"We're back," Lyon said, holding Meredy's hand and the pizza.

Juvia smiled at the new couple

*Time Skip 8 hours*

The rest of the day was spent with Juvia teasing Meredy about her new boyfriend, Gray and Lyon trying to see who can get their respective girl more stuffed animals (Spoiler alert It was a tie, the rivalry continues). They had a lot of fun. Lyon offered to take Meredy home, and Meredy agreed.

"Thanks," Lyon told Meredy as they were driving to the girl's house

"For what" Meredy seemed very confused

"Not rejecting me."

"Why would I, I've liked you since I met you."

"I'm just so happy, I now have a girlfriend who is sweet, kind, not stuck up."

"Thanks, I think," The new couple talked the entire way home.

They pulled up to Meredy's house, Lyon hopped out of the car to open the door for Meredy. He hugged his new girlfriend.

"Bye Meredy"

"Bye Lyon" Meredy quickly ran inside, excited to tell her 'sister/mom' Ultear. Also, to make sure her 'brother' Jellal doesn't kill her new boyfriend.

Gray and Juvia were also on there way home, Juvia was talking to Mira the whole time theme planning the following methods to get their ships together. 'Man' Gray thought to himself, 'I love my girlfriend.'

I love Double Date AU's. Also, Lyredy and Gruvia are two of my favorite ships. Anyways I hope you enjoyed the story. Thanks for reading. BYEEEEEEEE

-Z.Z Loch

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[ashleigh-luvs-14cats]

Finding the Right Present

This fic is a present for my greatest friend in the whole world, I thought I have a lot of things to say, but sadly I don’t at the moment.

Its in the same universe as my Rencounter Fic, with our two main Ocs, Amy is hers and Ashlen is mine; please check out her blog if you like My Hero Academia, Game of Thrones or Marvel. She makes great content and I love her for it

Happy Birthday @ice-cream-kitsunegirl

Enjoy this Fic I made for you.

“Come onnnnn. . .”

“No. .” deadpanned as Shinsou stared into his game system. Which I’m fighting the urge to throw it across the room and pin him to the couch and try out the new technique I’m working on.

“Please,” I begged, “I never did this before, and you know her better than anyone.

“Why don’t you ask the ‘Pomeranian’ to help you?” He countered, he still hasn’t looked up from his game.

“Weeeeelll,” recalling the bicker three hours ago, “let’s just say we turn it to competition after asking, and then we may have broken a gallon of orange juice or two.” Which led to a full hour of the Class Pres lecture of proper conduct inside dorms and owe him a gallon of orange juice. Shinsou paused his game and face me with his usual dead expression that clearly said, ‘You idiot.’. Usually, I find that endearing when it’s not towards me.

“Sooooo, will you please help me find a perfect present that’s better than the fluffy dog for Amy?” It has been close to a half a year being here in U. A and remembered that on July 9th, which is more than a week away, will be Amy’s birthday; plus it’s been a year since we were friends when we talk through the internet. Now I had a chance to know her beyond that, I wanted to give her something special as thanks for being my first friend and best friends.

Then I gave Shinsou my saddest look since all my cute faces don’t seem to work. But in all seriousness, I’m kinda nervous. “Please Shinsou, I never have done this before, and you know this.” Shinsou stares at me, which it always gave me a funny feeling, but I ignore it for the hopes that he will help me.

I added a small pout on my bottom lip, which is my trump card whenever I really want something; it works... most of the time. It only works on one of the older sisters and my stepfather. His left eye and a corner of his lips twitched and turned his back towards me, and I swore his ears are red, and that’s when I knew I won.

“Fine, I’ll help you out, but I won’t just hand over on what to give her. I’ll give you some ideas, okay?” he relented. To which I squealed and wrapped my arms around his neck and give a little squeeze,” Aww Thank you. Thank you!” I nuzzle on the side of his head, I noticed that his ears are a bit warm. “That’s all I need! I’m sorry that refer you as the living zombie!”

“What…” He turned to the side and looked at me with a slight annoyance along with some redness on his cheeks. I gave him a guilty grin, “Oh, it’s nothing really.” I let loose my grip, and with only one arm around his shoulders, “Sooo, when shall we get started?”

“Get started on what?”

I bit my lip to prevent me from screaming, and my shoulders tensed up; I also felt Shinsou’s shoulders tense up as well. We both looked back and behind the couch was Amy with her signature shit-eating grin, all with casual, yet she made it look fancy clothes. With hands on her hips, “Welll,” she giggled and glanced at my arm around Shinsou, “I REALLY hope I am not interrupting anything.~ And you didn’t answer my question. Soooooo can I assume you guys are a ‘thing’?

Her question snapped us back to reality, and we both looked at each other and just now realized how close we are. The second, after looking at each other, I pushed him away to the other side of the couch and scrambled off the couch. “N-no! I j-just asked if he could help me do some training exercises that Aizawa-sensei taught us, and I wanted more practice!” I rambled, and I rubbed the back of my head as I continued, “So I asked Shinsou to be my sparring partner. Right Shinsou?” Please buy this! Please buy this!

Shinsou also got up from the couch, straighten his clothes and gave me a slight rude look, although it might have worked without the small red tint on his cheeks, “Yea, its because she slacked off on the lessons, so she asked me for my help since she’s a total airhead.” he smiled smugly. I growled and merely looked away from that so called charming smile and muttered, “Am not.” Amy starred as us for a  second, trying to see our lie, but she merely smiled “OOOO-kayyy,” she snickered, a telling sign that she didn’t believe us. She’s a witch, of course, she can sense what’s wrong and all that; a quirk that I like about her except for this very moment. I shrugged and gave her a lopsided smiled and winked at her, a telling sign of me saying, “I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Soooo, how was the date with Yap Dog?” I asked Amy; not a second later, from the kitchen, “I HEARD THAT MS. FANCY!!” barked Bakugou.

“YOU WERE MEANT TOO!!”

Amy giggled at our antics, “Now now, guys chill out,” and answered my question, “It was great!∼We went to our usual restaurant, and we were surprised by the owners saying that we were their 5,000 customers and we get to eat the buffet FREE!!” She pulled out her cellphone, “They took our picture so they can place it in their wall along with other customers who are also thousandth customers! They gave me a copy! Which is SO CUTE!” and showed us a photo. Right at the center is Amy, with a happy grin, with her arms around Bakugou with his usual bitch face, and along with two old guys, who I assumed they are the owners, one on either side of the happy couple. The owners hold a banner above them saying, “OUR 5,000th COSTUMERS!” in bold letters and all decorated in sticker balloons and stars.

“How. .cute. .right Shinsou?” I looked over at Shinsou, he was done looking at the picture and went back sitting down the couch and opened up the game system, “Very cute.” he deadpanned. I rolled my eyes and smiled at Amy, “Wow, free buffet, huh? Lucky. Is that all you did?” Amy shook her head, “No, we did some small shopping at the mall, but it most of it was window-shopping, there were a lot of cute stuff that I wish I can get, but man those prices are so cringe-worthy!” As she continued on, Bakugou came out of the kitchen with a two sports drinks in hand and a bag of chips in the other, he spotted me staring and gave me his cocky grin in his face. DAMN IT! He already has an idea on what to give her! No doubt it was one of the things she was mentioning at the mall!

I force my smile to remain as I continued to listen to Amy, “Me and Katsuki are going to my dorm room and gonna watch a movie to finish our date! I’ll text you and Shinsou to come over after it’s done, okay?” she waved and walked along with Bakugou and head upstairs. Once they’re gone, I sighed and collapsed in the couch; grabbed the remote to turn on the tv and surf through the channels. Once I found the channel I wanted, I turned to Shinsou, who once again playing the game system. “Shinsou deeear?” I strain out the last word, he tensed but remain firm into looking at the screen of his game system. I faced him and took his off his hands and gave him my playful glare, “You said you would help me,” I gave my him my pouty face.

He turned flustered and cave in immediately, “Alright! Alright. Just answer me this then, what were things that you talk about when you talk to each other online?”

I thought about it and list some topics in our earlier days when we started being friends, “We talk about puns, stories of our favorite tv shows and movies, friends and family, and lastly our music.” I fondly think about our taste in music, it was almost identical that we freaked out when one of us mention bands that we like, especially our favorite songs from those bands. It was one of my best days ever, I started to go on till I paused...

I . . .

I think I know what to give her. . .

I hug Shinsou, “Oh my goodness! I think I know what to give her! Thank you so much! You are the best!” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, he gave me a startled look, and his face turned a deep red, and rush to my room and begin preparing my gift for my best friend!

Day of the Party

Everyone is having a blast at the party, everything is Amy’s favorites, the snacks, drinks, music, even the theme colors! The Baku Squad, minus PomPom, were dancing to High Hopes on the dance floor with the birthday girl at the center with the silliest moves I have ever seen. Me and Shinsou were with the Deku Squad at the snack table with the birthday cake at the center, and the rest of the class were playing or watching video games at the main tv. At one corner are a pile of presents for Amy. I haven’t put mine in there because I’m a little nervous about what would she think, so I kept it in one of the large pockets of my jacket.

Shinsou senses my nervousness and tries to reassure me, “Don’t worry about it, no matter what you give her, she’ll be ecstatic by anything.” “Yeah, I know, it’s just that she’s my first friend ever and I want to give her something to repay all that she’s done for me, ya know?” Shinsou gave me a smug smile, “Heh, yea I get it, Amy... .is a type of person that really gets into your skin and will annoy the heck out of you,” we laugh in agreement and he continued, “yet. . for us. .we don’t mind at all.” To which I fondly look at Amy, who is trying to convince the Pomeranian to dance and he’s working so hard to remain where he is at till Amy gave him a tearful look. He relented and let her pull to the dance floor, and everyone including Amy cheered.

I chuckled at her antics and agreed with Shinsou, “Yeah, she’s pretty unforgettable.”

After 10 minutes of dancing and eating, Amy demands her cake, me and Shinsou put on the candles and light them up; she stood in front of her cake, and the whole class sang her happy birthday.

“Happy birthday dear Amy!! Happy birthday to YOUUU!”

She blew out her candles, and we all cheered and gave her hugs, Kaminari asked, “Hey Amy! What did you wish for!?” She shook her head, “Can’t tell you!” she sang song, “Otherwise the wish won’t come true!”

“AW!” Mina whined, “I bet it’s a really cool wish!”

“It IS!” Amy jumped right in front of her presents, “ITS PRESENT TIME! I WANNA OPEN THEM NOW!” “Will you chill out Sabrina!? It’s not like they are going away if you don’t open them!” Bakugou scolded.

“Whatever!!”

Each one gave her their present, Izu-chan gave her new headphones with cat ears, which she squealed and gave him a bone-crushing hug, but not to Izuku’s standards. Shinsou’s present is an actual witch hat, which made Amy laugh as she put it on, “OH MY GOSH TOSHI!! This is the cutest hat I ever had! Thank you so much!” She gave him a hug but with enough force that almost made him fall. “Geez Okay. You are welcome, you really shouldn’t eat so much sugar sticks.”

“Hehe! Sorry I couldn’t help it Toshi! They are just sooo good!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes as he gave his present to her, “Don’t say I don’t give you nothing! Got it?!”

“Aww,” she kissed him on the cheek, “I Luv You Too babe!”

“Yea Yea.” and Amy opened the small box, which I couldn’t help but bit my lip as she removed the wrappings from the present. She gasped and showed it to everyone, it was lapis lazuli earrings shaped into a small hearts. She squealed even louder as she jumped into PomPom’s arms, “These are the ones I saw at that Mall, you were paying attention! THANK YOU THANK YOU!!”  Bakugou growled but hugs her anyway, “Of course I pay attention you’re my girlfriend aren’t ya?!?”

“Yes, you are! And I love you for it!” She lets go and look at the present table, all of her presents was open, but she kept looking for more, and I have a feeling what’s she’s looking for.

I teasingly asked Amy, “Whatcha looking for Amy-chan?”“Yours, of course, It must be hidden from all the wrappings for the other presents! And I know it is yours cuz you haven’t given me your present!”

I shook my head as I pull out the box from my pocket, “That’s because I didn’t put it at the table, silly.” She saw the box and squealed as I give her my present, this time she carefully unwrapped the gift and opened the box. What she pulled out was a cd case with a white cover that reads:

Happy Birthday Amy!: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLflxyrJQiDpqho2tU44l1_NBJmHh8mCe_

Amy opened the case and saw the disc and found the note that I wrote for her, which she read aloud:

To my best friend. . . who always have my back when I need the most. These songs represent our treasured memories, so whenever we are apart, these songs will bring each other closer. No matter how far the ocean or land parts us.

With love, Ashlen

Amy looks up with her eyes started to water as I added, “One of our first conversations was about music, so I gave you song that we talked about, and there’s a list at the back. Look at the last one.” Amy flipped it to the back where there’s the list of songs.

And the last one is from the Queens: You’re My Best Friend.

I was surprised when she hugged me out of nowhere, I felt tears fell from my neck, “Amy? You okay?” She sniffed, “Yes! This is the best present you could ever give me!”

My eyes widen and hesitantly hugged her back, “I mean it’s not extravagant as Bakugou’s or cute like Shinsou’s.”

She pulled back a bit so I could see her head shake, “That doesn’t matter Ash! Sure they are really cool presents, but yours came from the heart. And no one can beat that ever!”

I felt my eyes started to tear up and smiled so bright and hugged her again, everyone ‘aww’ our moment except Puff Ball, which he rolled his eyes, muttering “whatever.”

“Happy Birthday, you’re my best friend, my witch-bitch,” I said fondly. She laughs and squeals happily, “Oooh bitch! And I say that playfully… You’re my homegirl for life!”

#happybirthday #i love you so much girl! #you are my best friend #my hero academia fic #boku no hero academia fic #bakugo x oc #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki x oc #shinsou hitoshi #bnha shinsou #A rencounter fic #side story #rencounter side fic #rencounter series #birthday fic #MY OCs #oringinal character #ocs #music lovers #queen band #our first topics was music

[bards-witcher]

I couldn’t leave you all hanging after the last one so here you go. It’ll probably be a few days before I post the next part as I’m pretty sure my body is screaming at me to take a break XD

As always hope you enjoy :D

Part 1, 2, 3, 4

It’s just before sunrise when he leaves the roof, not having heard a single thing except the birds in the trees and the occasional car. Once again he manoeuvred his way through the streets, not even thinking about where he was going, instead trusting that his legs would take him where he needed to be.

After Luke had vanished and the cold stone of the roof had made his legs numb he returned to his bag, hugging it tight to try and derive any sort of comfort as he forced himself to relive the worst moment of his life. No matter how many times he played it through, no matter how painful it was he could only see one thing and it involved blood splattered glass and the man who was larger than life crumple to the floor.

He’s not sure what ‘Luke’ had meant last night, or why his mind was suddenly creating cryptic messages, the sound of a car horn brought him back to attention though. He went to gesture a sorry to the driver when he noticed who it was, Marcel and Scotty. As with Tyler they simply stared at each, as if trying to feel the other out, when in a split-second Ryan made a dash for it, hopping over a parked car as he darted down the pavement.

He could hear the car following behind him as he dipped through an alley, emerging and taking off in the other direction as they passed by him. He heard them turning, not looking back he kept sprinting as he made his way to the local park. He could hear gunfire behind him, quickly ducking his head in an attempt to shield it but not slowing down.

When he reached the park, the front gate was locked, being before dawn meant that it was closed to keep people out during the night. He leapt as he got close to the gate, making it about halfway up before climbing the rest. A brief look behind him showed that another car had joined Marcel and Scotty’s, it was in front of theirs and he could see Marcel hanging out the passenger window and shooting at it.

He didn’t have time to question why as he saw a gun emerge from the other car that was aimed towards him. He barely managed to scramble and fall to the other side of the gate before shots were being fired. He turned left, heading towards the small amount of tree cover as the first car crashed through the gate, swiftly followed by Scotty and Marcel. They managed to steer the front of their car into the others rear end, turning the car away from him. He didn’t look much longer; the sounds of gunfire tore through the quiet of morning as he climbed over the fence surrounding the park before he carried on running.

He came across a subway station, jumping over the railing and just about managing to land on the stairs before finishing the descent. He walked through the opened gate, sitting down on the nearest bench as he caught his breath.

If he didn’t know any better he’d say that Scotty and Marcel had saved him from who he assumed were a couple of goons from G’s gang sent to kill him. Yes, they’d saved him, but they had found him first, probably eager instead to get rid of the competition before taking him down. It was eerily quiet in the station, almost too quiet for his liking but he strangely felt at ease, he didn’t feel that twinge of dread he normally did when danger was around.

It wasn’t long before a train pulled up, he didn’t know where it went, hell he didn’t even know where he was going, he just collapsed into the nearest chair and felt all the energy drain out of him. He closed his eyes for a moment, just enjoying the peace at that moment, the gentle swaying of the carriage almost sending him to sleep before he heard a voice beside him that sent ice through his veins.

“So, figure it out yet?”

Ryan opened his eyes to see ‘Luke’ sitting casually beside him, a playful smile on his face.

“I’m really not in the mood for this right now so can you just say what you’re gonna say and go, I’ve got enough shit to deal with right now” He turned to face the man beside him noticing how his face turned into a playful pout.

“I thought you liked talkin’ to me” Ryan couldn’t help but scoff, yes he did like talking with Luke, but this Luke was nothing more than a poor carbon copy compared to the real thing. “How about I give you another hint then?”

As sarcastically as he could he replied “Go on then”

“Mind over body”

Ryan’s brows furrowed in confusion, he turned to ask ‘Luke’ what the hell he was talking about, but he was gone. Ryan stared in the space he had been sitting not a second ago before he rubbed his eyes in an attempt to clear his mind.

He got off the train at the next stop, he could see the sky starting to lighten up as he left the station on what looked to be the other side of town, a quick glance around him showed that apart from the odd early morning commuter, he was alone.

He carried on walking till he reached the edge of town, ducking under the nearby bridge to try and get what little sleep he could.

He was standing over the rooftops watching the sunset, although he was more out in the open up here, not many had the skills to get up and manoeuvre across the uneven roofs where he now stood. In the distance, he could barely make out the small warehouse where he used to live, where he knew the members of BBS would be in. He wished he could go to them, yes they were a gang, but they were also his friends, his friends who he missed a bit more each day, the only people to know what Luke’s’ death truly meant to him.

He kept watch of it until it faded into shadow at the dying sun, and even then he still watched, wondering if he’d ever return there.

He sat on the edge of the roof, legs dangling over the edge as he thought back to Lukes’ words, still having no idea what was meant by mind over body. Just as he thought it, he felt a presence beside him, and sure enough, a cold hand clasped over his own.

“It’s pretty up here ain’t it?”

Ryan simply hummed, still looking out at the hub of life before him, watching the lights start to light up the town.

“You’re so smart you know that?” Ryan could only turn to ‘Luke’ in confusion, wondering where the hell that had come from. “When you were working for G I had some of the guys tailing you for weeks and you never knew. Now though, you always know when something ain’t quite right and it’s because of that wonderful, beautiful mind you got”

Ryan wasn’t too sure how to answer that, could only keep staring at the man in front of him, waiting for him to continue. They kept staring at each other, ‘Luke’ appeared to be waiting for him to say something and when nothing came he sighed, grabbing one of Ryans’ legs and lifting it over the edge so that they were facing one another and straddling the edge.

Cold hands clasped his face and as much as he wanted to pull away, to push the other man away and tell him never to come back he simply couldn’t, Luke had always been his weakness and he decided this time he would indulge.

“When you were with G you had no control of your body right, only your mind” Ryan simply nodded, closing his eyes as he let himself be comforted by the thumbs now rubbing his cheeks. “Well your eyes are a part of your body aren’t they, meanin’ maybe they were somewhat obscured.”

Ryan opened his eyes at this, staring into Lukes dark brown eyes as he thought over those last few words.

“But your mind saw everythin’, even if you don’t remember, you just need to think”

Thoughts were passing through his mind a mile a minute, but no matter how hard he tried to imagine something else happen, he only saw Lukes’ death.

“How ‘bout this then, you didn’t seem surprised when I said I had guys tailing you for weeks, that’s because deep down you knew. Your mind will remember, you just need to think Ryan”

Ryan closed his eyes again, thinking through some of the last few memories he had of when he was little more than a machine.

He remembered entering a warehouse where they were going to be given weapons for a raid on another gang. At first, he saw nothing, simply replaying the same scene over and over again, however, despite seeing nothing new he couldn’t help but feel a small niggle in his mind that something should be there. It was the next time he replayed the scene that his eye caught sight of a figure across the street as he entered the warehouse, it was Kryoz, hood up in the shadows as he watched Ryan slip through the door.

Then the scenery changed, he was with the two henchmen who he’d killed a couple days prior, they were supposed to get some money from a guy who owed them, a man who one of the henchmen later killed because he couldn’t cough up the money. They’d met him at some run-down bar where they later paid the manager to take the guy out back to deal with. As before, the scene played over in his mind, he tried to see some of the patrons, but their faces just seemed to blur and merge together, and no matter how hard he thought the scene wouldn’t change.

‘Luke’ seemed to sense his distress, moving his hands to his shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze, their coolness sending a shiver down Ryan’s spine.

The scene started again, he walked in and looked to the left, except this time he saw Brock and Brian sitting at a booth, drinks in hand whilst their heads were low in deep discussion. When he looked to the bar he saw Tyler sitting there, hunched over as he nursed his drink. As the scenario played out, he noticed Tyler cast his eyes on him every now and then, watching him. Finally, as they dragged the guy through the back door he looked back, seeing Brian somewhat restrain Tyler in the corner of his eye until he passed through the door.

Next, he was back on the rooftop, gun in hand as he waited for Lukes’ car to pull up. The scene plays out, he remembers trying to fight tooth and nail to knock his aim but still, the bullet was shot, and Luke collapsed.

He’s not sure how many times the scene played out, doesn’t even know he’d started crying until Lukes’ cold hand returned to his face, thumbs wiping them away. The next thing he felt cold lips touch his forehead “You can do this Ry, you’re almost there” he then felt ‘Luke’ pull him close, almost as if he was acting like his shield before once again the scene started.

He was fighting just as aggressively before, but he still feels his finger pull the trigger, watches the bullet chase its target. Only this time there seemed to be a delay, he saw the bullet break through the window, but it was a split second later he saw blood, and before he turned away he swears he sees Lukes’ hand twitch, almost as if he quickly grabbed something that was on the floor beside him.

Ryan quickly opened his eyes, taking in a deep breath as if it’s his first one in weeks, his heart pumping a mile a minute in his chest. He notices that ‘Luke’ is no longer in front of him, instead, he was standing a bit further along the roof, smiling softly at Ryan.

Ryan hopped off of the edge and ran towards ‘Luke’ almost bouncing from excitement, he was breathless, the sudden realisation that somehow Luke was alive being all he could comprehend.

“You’re alive, no, Luke’s alive, he faked his death didn’t he”

“You did good, also helped that you missed your shot”

“What?” He’d expected some sage advice his mind could conjure up, not some sort of insult.

Luke simply smiled at him, raising his hands to once again cup Ryans’ face. “For the first time in your life you missed, and I couldn’t be happier or more proud about it”

Ryan could only stare at the man before him, confused about the entire situation until he truly felt the hands on his face, felt their warmth seep into his skin and drive away the cold that had made its home there. He kept staring into Lukes’ eyes as he raised his hands to grasp Lukes’ wrists, they were warm and more importantly he felt a pulse, it was strong against his fingertips, leaving little doubt about the man that was in front of him.

“Luke?” His voice cracked, hating how he sounded like a lost little child as he once again felt tears start to fall down his face.

Luke gave him a soft smile, he noticed the tears falling down his face as the grip on his face got tighter as if Luke couldn’t believe he was there either.

“Hey Ry”

They crashed together, arms curling tight around the other as if no force on earth could tear them apart, faces pressed into the other's neck as tears streamed down their faces. All they could do was hold onto each other, the thought running through both their heads that they were safe and they were home.

#ohmtoonz #ohmwrecker #cartoonz #gang au #see I said things would get better #and they can only go up #kinda

[the-fiction-witch]

Glader Royale P6

MOVIES: MAZE RUNNER X BATTLE ROYALE COUPLE: NEWT X READER RATING: SMUTISH

I kept hold of his hand for dear life as we ran I don't think he was able to follow us "Sorry I didn't know what else to do I was so scared of him finding us" I began "I'm sorry I made you leave everything there all the food all the weapons" I cried

"Its okay, It's okay, we're both safe what does it matter come on, I have another place I know...it was Minho's place but... since" he began "Come on we will be safe there" He says tugging my hand so we went off through the forest it took almost all day it must have been almost the whole way across the map when we got there the sun was just about rising it was a little I think medic centre we snuck inside checking the place over it had beds and a big bathroom with still running water a bit of food stocked up but not much once we knew the whole place was empty we barred the one door and began sorting things out we found a couple weapons keeping them by the beds for security I got my little notebook crossing out Minho the list getting so much shorter now till newt came and sat across from me

"Newt?" I ask him

"What is it y/n?" He asks me

"Are you just protecting me because you can't win without me?" I ask him

"What no! are you just staying with me because you can't win without me?" he asks "I mean I know gally's a prick and all but you could win with him easy" He began "I mean even Thomas has more chance then-" He began but I moved closer and kissed him to shut him up till I pulled away

"I want to stay with you... I feel safe with you" I smile snuggling close to his chest "what about me? you could win with any other girl any of them would happily win with you" I tell him but he smiles kissing my lips as softly as I kissed him till he pulled back

"I don't want to be with anyone else, I've loved you forever y/n ever since our first-day Alby used to make fun of me for stareing at you in math class" He blushed "If I have to get stuck in a high school murder competition... I'm so happy I got stuck with you" He smiles and I giggled giving him a little kiss until I heard a voice again

"B19 and B6 Harriet and Brenda are now dead" the voice giggles

"And there were five... two girls, just you and Sonya now they're gonna be looking for you" He explains "Knowone can win without one of you," He tells me

"Well I'm spoken for" I smile cuddling him tightly and he smiles cuddling me tightly too nightfall came quickly likely they sped it up more time in the dark means quicker death as not many of us are left now we checked all the windows and the door and had a little of the food from our bags and got tucked up in bed I smiled at him as we laid in our bed and he smiled right back at me "Newt?" I ask

"yeah?" he answers

"Did you want to come lay in bed with me?" I ask him

"I uhhh sure" He blushed even in the dark I could see it as he climbed out his bed and into the side of mine close to me "Your sure you want me-" He began

"I trust you newt" I smile giving his lips a kiss he smiled into the kiss pulling me closer to him I moved almost against him till we pulled away he fixed some hair behind me and smiled

"Y/n... can I be honest with you?" He asks and I nod "When I first saw you running from him I... I did think about protecting you to win" He admits "For a second, I was a little worried you'd kill me honestly" He blushed "And When you took your uh... your shirt off I Uh, and when you said you trusted me I uh... I have to be honest y/n I thought about kissing you" He blushed "And back at my safe spot I- I wanted to kiss you" He smiled

"I know, I figured you did...I was sure if you did I would kiss you back" I giggle

"Dam it... I should have" he laughed

"I was worried when you took me to your place afraid you would try to... force your winning on me" I stutter

"I would never y/n," He told me "I mean I uh I thought about it... with your permission of course" He answered

"Newt?" I warn

"Okay..." he sighed "when you took your shirt off... and said your trusted me... I mean, of course, I got a little, you know what boy wouldn't!" he complains

"Really?" I giggle and he nods a little sheepish "I thought of it to"I giggle making him look at me a little surprised "I mean really newt? I had my shirt half off saying that, you don't recognize a green light when you see it do you?" I giggle

"Really?" He asks a little shocked and I nod cuddling him tighter we sat quietly for a little while till newt spoke up again "Y/n... honestly" He began giving my head a kiss "If we were not on a huge bloodsport competition with camera's everywhere watching our every move" He explained "When we where out there together" he smiled "I would have happily fucked you" He laughs making me giggle too moving to kiss him soft lips

"what are you waiting for then?" I whisper

"You- You mean you'll let me?" he asks and I nod he quickly kissed me and I kissed him back a little excited as his hand crept from my back to grab my arse he muttered a soft moan into my mouth as he did his other hand sliding up my body to grab one of my breasts softly gently rubbing his hand around it "If I knew how good you where I would have done this years ago" He smirked

"I heard something!" a voice yelled from outside

#tbs #tbs smut #tbs fanfiction #tbs imagines #TBS Imagine #tbs smutty #tbs sex #thomas sangster #sangster #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomasbrodiesangster #tommy sangster #thomas sangster x reader #sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas sangster smut #thomaa sangster smut

[wetsockonyourfoot]

I Ain’t Your Southern Belle

(so i’m trying to post this on AO3, but I thought I might give it a try here! Sorry if this sucks!)

If there was one thing Jesse McCree wasn’t, it was a coward. That being said, when he was suddenly tossed to the wild unknown that is the foster care system, he was a bit scared. Not cowardly, just… slightly scared. After all, it’s not every day that a family disowns a thirteen-year-old child simply because he was born the wrong gender. The night honestly had been a blur, but as there seemed to be no one in the place aside from Jesse the foster care system decided to give him to a rather trusted couple who had been hosting children for several years now. Morrison-Reyes was the family name, according to what Jesse had been told, and they consisted of a cop and a high school teacher. Why they wanted another kid to look after was something of a mystery to Jesse when the found out they already had three other kids in their home. Not only that but he knows they got the records of him from before.

Jessie Isabella McCree hadn’t the greatest past. He knew from a young age that had been born the wrong gender, and the tight feeling of shame of his own situation had only grown under the influence of his birth parents. They and his two older brothers had never approved of the idea, forcing him to wear dresses, and bows. Treating him more like a doll than a person with feelings and thoughts of their own. So, on the faithful night that they kicked him out, Jesse knew he would never be allowed back near their farm, not that he wanted to be anyway. So now at sixteen years old, three years after being kicked out, he was finally found by child services and forced into the system. It all happened too fast for him to really recognize what was going on, but perhaps that was for the better. He put up little fight, though when asked his name by the officer that got him, he did reply with Jesse, and though it has little difference in pronunciations, the drop of the I in his mind did wonders.

From there he was tossed around a bit for about two weeks, before it was decided he would be going to the Morrison-Reyes home for thanksgiving and Christmas to see if they would be a suitable match. Few days of paperwork later he arrived in front of a classic two-story brick home, modernized and decorated already for Christmas even though it was about a week before Thanksgiving. School, which he had to be put back into, would be out within the week, so he would be forced to spend time with the family. He did find out though that one of his foster parents was the Spanish teacher in his school, which turned out well since Jesse was almost fluent in the language. Probably the only good thing that had come out of living in a Spanish guys house for the past three years, was the immense pick up of the language.

Thus, he was introduced to Jack Morrison, and his husband Gabriel Reyes. Jamie was the overexcited and slightly loud Australian whom he would share a lot with and also the newest of their children, Hana being an original member of the family as she had been adopted first and was a baby even before the couple was married. Finally, there was Lúcio, a gifted youth who matched Hana in age, both being eleven, and excelled with music. Hana was a rising competitive gamer, and Jamie was an inventor. All of this information was thrown at Jesse within the span of about twelve minutes. Oh, and dinner was in ten.

“C’mon, put your bags down son, we’ll get your settled.” Jack stated with a smooth voice that honestly suited the whole golden boy look he fitted in. Blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect smile, and a toned body. Not that Jesse was really looking at the last thing, but hey it was obvious why the man attracted Mr. Reyes. Gabriel Reyes however was a dark skinned, and hard edge sort of man. He looked like the kind that would quiet literally snap some one’s neck in half if they so much as looked at him wrong. Jesse was not a coward, just a little scared.

“Yer uh… my Spanish teacher…” Jesse mumbled looking at the hulk of a man.

“And you’re the child that’s been skipping class since you got put in my class.” He answered back simply raising a brow that Jesse ducked down at.

“Uh… yeah about that-” Jesse laughed uneasily before yelping as he was pulled into the kitchen by an overly enthusiastic Hana.

“Scare him later papa, I want dinner and dad said we’re not having it till we’re all there!” She called back towards the man, who just shrugged behind the kids and followed in line.

“So Jesse, you’re sixtee right?” Jack asked and received a nod. “When’s your birthday?” He carried on the conversation.

“Oh uh, it was like July 28th or somethin’… I ain’t got a good memory for dates.” Jesse answered slowly edging into a seat that was offered up by Jamie who seemed to be eyeing him down curiously.

Mr. Morrisons brows furrowed in confusion as he turned and handed a full plate of food to Hana. “You don’t remember? Now how do you forget your own birthday?” He tried to joke, but ended up only making Jesse duck his head down more.

“I aint celebrated it in a… a while.” Jesse answered truthfully as Jack just nodded and cut of his awkward laughter.

“Well maybe we can change that.” He offered up a plate to Jesse, who hesitantly took it and put it down on the table as quietly has humanly possible. Dinner continued on in this manner with Mr. Morrison trying to find out some stuff that had already been on Jesse’s files from Jesse himself, and the teen giving a half answer since he didn’t even know most information on himself anymore. Once he was done pretending to eat and pushing food around on his plate, he stayed and helped Mr. Reyes clean up.

“You know kid,” The man started. “You’re only gonna make this awkward if you keep dancing around and keep it awkward like this. I suggest you just give up and try to make yourself as comfortable as possible in this situation.” Reyes advised as they finished up, Jesse drying off the last dish and putting it onto a pile he had made. Seeming to be done talking, Jesse was lead to his room by Jamie. The room was right across from the couple’s room, with the remaining three upstairs if he needed them. A simple full bed, and dresser it was obvious the room was for guests. Reaching down and touching the quilted blanket on the bed, sighing as he dropped his single bag of clothing he owned. Most of it was worn down and ratty but it’s what he had so that’s what he’d wear for the remainder of his stay he supposed. Flopping onto his bed Jesse sighed and tried to curl up to get some sleep after he kicked off his shoes which thumped onto the floor.

The following morning was a Saturday, and while normally Jesse would be rejoicing the lack of school, it meant he had to spend time with his new foster family. He was up late in the morning, around 10 am was when he woke up. Wandering into the bathroom connected to his room he firstly relieved himself, and then focused on looking presentable. Popped a few zits, and rummaging through his bag for some bandages he taped up his chest. He knew this was a bad thing to do, but it’s all he could afforded and no one ever stopped him, so bandaging it was. He dreamed of having enough money to own a proper binder in all honestly, but with how things were before and the now lack of any money at the moment, he knew this was a dream for another day.

Brushing his greasy hair, he decided he would find out how to take a shower later, and headed out in the same clothes he had worn the day before. Jack was standing in the kitchen when he came in, sending a kind smile when he noticed the new comer in the kitchen. The home had been remodeled to have an open floor plan Jesse suspected, as the kitchen wall was blown open so it included the living room. An island separating the living area from the kitchen area and at the island sat a very sleepy looking Jamie and Hana who both were eating cereal with varying degrees of success in getting the fruity loops into their mouths. By Jesse’s judgment, currently Jamie was winning in getting the most in his actual mouth. Hana meanwhile was making a nice collection in her long hair.

Jesse subconsciously touched his own hair as he thought about when it was down to his waist. His mother refused to let him get it cut, and eventually he took a pair of scissors to it and fixed the problem himself. It was sloppy, and a little long in the front now, but it was above his shoulders and that’s all he cared about. “Morning Jesse.” Jack greeted him, snapping Jesse from his thoughts and the man gestured towards the breakfast bar. “Want some cereal?”

“I’m good actually.” Jesse declined not wanting to take even more of their food. “What’s everyone doin’?” He drawled out looking to the living room where Lúcio and Gabriel were decorating the large fireplace located on the adjacent wall to the door and stairs. Stockings and other items being hung up with care and lots of command hooks.

“Oh they’re just finishing up decorations.” Jack explained as Jesse mindlessly nodded along. “You can join them if you like and aren’t hungry.” He offered up as the teen nodded once more and moved into the living room watching till Gabriel noticed him and grunted to Jesse.

“Here, help him put these up on the tree.” He spoke out as the teen jolted into movement to help. Lúcio was humming while they did this, and slowly Jesse worked himself into a rhythm of handing the younger an ornament for the tree, and waiting patiently with the next one while it was hung upon the tree. This same rhythm soon seemed to follow Jesse into his life style with the Morrison-Reyes household. He would wake up, deny breakfast, help decorate or another small task/chore, then laze around for some time, claim he had eaten lunch, laze around some more and then eat dinner before showering and bed. This provided as sense of security in his routine, and when school started on Monday he simply fixed it so he would talk with Mr. Reyes during Spanish class (He was no longer aloud to skip it) and then go about his other classes. He was behind in most things considering he missed three years of schooling, though they simply threw him behind a grade and called it good enough.

He learned a lot about his fellow foster and adopted kids while he was going through the first week. Hana regularly had nightmares about her birth mother who had died while trying to get to America. Lúcio didn’t even know his birth parents, and grew up in the system from day one. Jamie however, Jesse grew particularly close too, as he found out he was also transgender. The boy offered all sorts of advice and things Jesse didn’t even know existed. He had started some hormone therapy while he was still on the streets, but he didn’t half the information Jamie had told him about it. Apparently, Reyes and Morrison had been paying for Jamie’s treatments for the better half of a year and they didn’t plan on stopping any time soon. Binders were also another topic brought up, and when Jamie found out he was using bandages to bind the boy nearly threw a fit inside of class (They both had history together as it wasn’t Jamies strongest subject). The following period Jesse was dragged to Reyes classroom who was just as appalled to find out. One doctors trip later he learned that the pain he had been feeling when putting them on was caused by a fractured rib. Jamie freaked out.

With his chest now exposed to the world, doctor’s orders, they left the office and Jesse received several looks as he tried to adjust to the sudden freedom and lack of pain he felt. He was ordered to not bind or even attempt it again for six weeks till the rib had healed properly. Left with no other choice than to follow orders he then spent the remainder of the week, god it was only Wednesday, to staying home and cleaning up the place as an excuse to explore the house fully (Jack knew but didn’t say anything. Humans are curious after all).

Thanksgiving turned out to be relatively quiet after he arrived, as far as Thanksgivings go, with just the six of them eating together happily. Jesse was slowly speaking more and more, his shyness melting away easily with the group as he happily shoveled down the delicious multicultural food. Gabe had made delicious corn salads and salsa with chips for his contribution, Hana absolutely enthusiastic to shovel down the burning kimchi that Jesse could only stand a bite of before he was coughing, Lúcio providing some relief with his sweet rabanada while Jamie and Jack both gobbled down several people’s servings of turkey. Overall Jesse couldn’t remember a time he felt so stuffed and warm when he was wrapped up in a giant quilt with a snoring Hana on his shoulder afterwards. The girl having fallen into a peaceful food coma while Gaberiel and the others were busy fighting over what movie to watch.

Jesse came to find out that they did this often, the family dinner type deal, as he was continually surprised at the warm food which always seemed to be piled onto the table every night. Once school was called back in, Jesse reluctantly got up with Mr. Reyes (who now insisted he be called Gabe) in the morning, avoiding everyone’s questioning glances as he skipped his normal classes (He didn't feel like going to them and Gabriel didn't say anything in protest anymore) and sat in the Spanish room. Conversation flowing so easily between the pair that most of their discussions ended up on the quizzes that Jesse helped grade with Gabe. It took him several days of silent contemplation in the class room however before Jesse finally got the nerve to ask Gabe if he could borrow one of his or Jack’s large hoodies to help make him feel more normal. The bandaging around his torso did little to hide his chest, and with how he looked now it just made Jesse feel weird. The man of course obliged, taking Jesse out the next day and getting him several sets of safe clothing until he was allowed his binder back.

He almost started to have a small panic attack at the thought of Gabe spending so much money on him, but luckily Jamie had gone with them and simply said he’d wear some of the clothing as well so it wasn’t just money on Jesse. He didn’t know why those words helped, but the pain in his chest gradually eased away as he found a sweat shirt he couldn’t help but ask for. ‘BAMF’ printed on the front along with two little pistols in a deep red color that Jesse found absolutely hilarious. Gabe happily obliged in his wish after laughing his ass off as well.

Jack took Jesse back to the doctors about three weeks into his stay. He learned, sadly, that no binders were allowed still, as his ribs themselves were allowing to expand free and heal up properly. While this was a downside he did learn from Jack it just meant he could eat more ice cream and blame it on his ribs, so they both gladly raided the freezers contents and ate half a gallon each of chocolate chip. Jack came to surprise Jesse with a similar taste in movies, as they were the only one’s home currently, pulling out several classic Clint Eastwood movies that had both of them raving about the action qualities immediately. While Jack enjoyed his own action and hero movies, he did love westerns for their heroes and dramatic situations. It made Jesse full out laugh when Jack tried to ask how these situations even arose back then, the teen just shrugging and claimed all of them were bored without TV.

The answer pleased Jack it seemed, as the Indiana native just smiled at Jesse, ruffled his hair, and stole a scoop of his ice cream. With the movie playing, both of their attentions were split between watching and repeating the dialogue both knew by heart, and actually just talking. “So, what do you want for Christmas?” Jack asked as he took a sip from his Coke on the table.

Jesse paused in getting a scoop full of chocolate chip, to look at him. “I thought this was my Christmas gift. Yah know stayin’ with ya’ll?” He asked resuming the motion popping a spoon full of the cold treat into his mouth happily.

“Well in a way yes, but that isn’t it. You still have to ask Santa for something.” Jack teased softly gesturing over to the mile-high stack of papers Hana had filled to the brim with gift ideas for most of the family (mainly herself however).

“Uh… hell I don’t know… didn’t think Santa came to punks like me. Naughty list and all.” Jesse shrugged back simply with his attention back on the TV at this point.

The officer scoffing softly as he looked towards the teen. “Santa and I are very close, and I’ll have you know he has you on his Nice list. So, what does the cowboy want?” He asked again with a small smile playing at his lips.

“Shucks… I don’t know Mr. Morrison. I just usually got dresses and dolls back home….” Jesse mumbled rubbing his chest lightly to ease a small itch.

“Well you aren’t getting dresses, unless you want them for some reason, so think of something else okay? Just make a list or something.” Jack suggested softly, reaching over to the table and picking up a smaller stack of paper off the table Hana had taken up. “Or at least tell us if Hana is close to what you’d like or not.” He gently offered it up to the teen to hesitantly took it.

Jesse nodding slightly to acknowledge him as his eyes quickly scanned over the items listed underneath his name. “All this stuff seems kinda…. Yah know… expensive.” He mumbled before taking an offered pen and scribbling out the items which he deemed too extravagant. “Maybe just like… I don’t know some warm socks or a blanket…?” He suggested handing the list back for Jack to inspect.

Jack sighing softly as he found most of the items not crossed out were under 10 dollars each. “Jesse, you do know both Gabe and I work for a reason, right? We can afford to get you a real gift, and if you don’t pick it Hana will. And I know for a fact she can find more expensive items.” He gently combed a hand through the teens hair, smiling when Jesse leaned slightly to the touch letting out a soft huff.

“I know… still don’t mean I wan’ nothin’ expensive…. Maybe a cowboy hat or somethin’?” He tried once again, Jack seeming to accept his answer now with a nod and his smile growing.

“Cowboy hat it is! Juuust make sure to send your letter in to Santa okay? He gets cranky if you wait till the last minute.” The officer chuckled as he casually stole a bite of Jesse’s ice cream, the teen yelping as he tried to move it away in time. “What??” Jack laughed, feigning innocence as Jesse pouted.

“Fine then… I’m gonna take a nap instead ice cream thief.” Jesse huffed, but still smiled as he put the ice cream tub back into the freezer, and his spoon in the dishwasher. Jack still snickering as he turned his own attention back to the movie at hand. Jesse meanwhile headed into the guest room he’d been calling his own. A large red blanket with a geometric design stitched into it laying at the foot of the bed, one of the favorites of the blankets they had given to him to use in Jesse’s opinion. Changing into a slightly more comfortable pair of pajama pants and sliding underneath the warm covers, pulling the blanket up over his shoulders snuggly.

Sleep found Jesse quickly, taking his mind into a dark and endless abyss where he floated softly in the warm pleasure of the bed around himself. His thoughts gently drifted about, wondering from recent events, thinking of students who populated Gabe’s class room during the day. Eventually his mind wondered how his brothers were doing, before a jab of pain resonated into his chest from the idea. They were fine. Of course, they had to be fine, he was gone after all, something they wished for greatly.

Thoughts slowly swirled down from this point until Jesse was whimpering pathetically in the real world, twitching and shaking despite the blankets on his frame. He had only managed to dose for an hour before he woke up, sucking in a surprised breath. His chest lit up in flames, pulling tightly at the warm sweatshirt he had on till Jesse slipped the material off himself in an attempt to make the tugging stop. He was left in a short sleeve t-shirt he had snatched from Jamie some time ago, along with his sweat pants which he begrudgingly noticed felt wetter than usual. “Fuck….” He hissed out slowly getting up and shuffling into the bathroom. As fate would have it, his period had started. Wonderful, this stupid thing again.

He had thought the hormone treatments had stopping it, but having been off them for a while apparently brought them right back on when the hormones had been flushed out his system. Jesse begrudgingly slapped on a pad and tampon, holding his cramping middle as he shuffled out to change pants and lay down to try and control the tightness in his chest. He was a little shocked however to see his room wasn’t empty when he came back in. Jamie was standing over by his bed, gathering up the sheets from his bed and looking over with a smile when he saw Jesse. “’Ey! Wanna come up in my room?” He offered as he continued to strip the bed down, Jesse now seeing there was a blood spot staining the perfectly white cloth.

“U-Uh… yeah sure…” Jesse nodded looking at his feet as Jamie passed him, dumping the sheets in the laundry room before both teens shuffled into his room.

“Sit down, I gotta find som’tin.” Jamie instructed as he started to search through is mess of a closet, Jesse looking and sitting down on the stuff animal filled bed. It was the weirdest thing one wouldn’t expect when thinking of Jamie, but the boy loved stuffed animals. Whenever the family went anywhere he always got a stuffed animal from there that in some way represented the place they had gone.

When the teen returned, he dumped a clothed pad of some kind on his lap, before plugging the device into the wall. “Heat Pad. Always helps with my cramps.” He explained sitting across from Jesse with a bounce of the bed’s springs. “I thought’d you like it and maybe I could tell you a little bit about my fine specimen collection!” He asked gesturing to the stuffed animals, plucking up a stuffed Pig. “This one is my bestest one! I got it from my best mate back ‘ome, and lovingly named it Roadhog! Cause that was ‘is nickname ya see-“ Jamie began his giant tale of the animals Jesse laughing as he went on to tell a story about how he and this ‘Roadhog’ character had played around, almost blowing up an ant hill.

This is how the evening evolved, with Jesse laughing or leaning on the edge of his seat as Jamie chattered the world away with the seemingly endless tales of his stuffed animals. He found out Jamie had a slight concussion when he was younger causing him to have a slightly harder time forming new memories. So, the stuffed animals were like a touchable journal or memory bank. If he wanted to remember a time better, he could pick one of them up and it helped him remember. Without realizing, as the two teens chatted, eventually even swapping stories, Jesse’s chest unwound itself till he was laughing so hard he was gasping for breath.

Hearing the commotion Jack peaked on the pair, smiling softly as he saw Jamie pretending to be attacked by a stuffed Crocodile while telling the story of the families first zoo trip with Lúcio. Jesse looked perfectly at ease with him, both of them unknowingly leaning slightly on each other for comfort and support. Quietly shutting the door again Morrison walked back downstairs where Hana and Lúcio were playing video games. He dropped a kiss on both of their heads as he passed the couch, sitting down at the dining table and going back to scribbling away at some forms for work.

His phone lit up with a text, a maraca shaking sounding out to alert Gabe had texted him.

‘How did the doctors appointment go? -G’

Jack smiled as he looked down at the message and typed back the reply.

‘Perfect. -J’

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