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Playful Jealousy

Requested by anonymous, had this for a while so I hope you like it.

Synopsis: Bebe's live stream of your music video showed Bada's playful jealousy, sparking fan excitement. Amidst the banter, a deeper bond between you and Bada emerged, revealing genuine care and affection within the crew.

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The late-afternoon sun poured through the Bebe studio's windows, giving a warm glow over the lively atmosphere.  You, a popular K-pop idol and proud member of the of Bebe the Street Woman Fighter-winning crew, sat with your fellow members, surrounded by an atmosphere of friendship and excitement.

Bada, Bebe's lively leader, assembled everyone for a live session, allowing fans to see and respond to your recently released music video. The members' excitement was evident as they settled in, eager to support and celebrate your artistic efforts.

The screen came alive with brilliant colours and mesmerising sights as the song video began. Members exchanged eager glances, their faces a mix of delight and appreciation for your performance.

"Wow, look at Y/N unnie go!" Lusher shouted, her gaze fixed on the screen. "You're killing it!"

Tatter enthusiastically nodded. "She's really breathtaking. Such presence and grace."

The screen displayed your dance movements, each step precisely synchronised to the beats of the music, capturing the viewers' attention. Both the group and the viewers watching the live session praised the sophisticated choreography and the artistry of the images.

"Y/N is a true artist," Kyma said, her voice full of adoration. "Her talent is unmatched."

CheChe chimed in with a smile. "And look how lovely she is in each frame!" "What a visual treat."

The members nodded in accord, lavishing you with compliments, unaware to Bada's tiny change in mood. As the conversation turned to your appearance, Bada's eyes flashed with playful jealousy—a barely noticeable twist of the lips, a clear sign of her teasing nature.

Fans, who pay close attention to every detail, observed Bada's reaction and began reacting eagerly in the live chat.

EnvyEyes123: Bada's jealous tongue thingy is iconic! It's the cutest thing ever! 🤣😍

JealousyQueen456: Bada's reaction to Y/N is EVERYTHING! So adorable! 😂❤️

TiedFanatic: Bada's playful jealousy is making my day! It's the best thing I've seen! 😜

Adorably345: Bada, your reaction to Y/N is too cute! We see you, girl! 😄💕

PlayfulLeader789: Bada's jealous moments are priceless! We love this playful side! 🤭😂

JealousyIsCute321: Bada, your jealousy is the cutest! It's giving us all the feels! 😊❤️

TwistFan: Bada's tongue thingy when Y/N's on screen is adorable! We stan! 🤣

PlayfulTease567: Bada's reaction is making us laugh! You're too cute, girl! 😂🥰

CheekyJealousy654: Bada's playfulness is everything! Her jealous moments are too funny! 😂😜

TongueOutVibes: Bada's playful jealousy is making the live session so much fun! 😂

EnviousCharm123: Bada's jealousy is a whole mood! You're adorable, leader-nim! 😄❤️

CutenessOverload789: Bada's reactions are stealing the show! So cute! 😂🙌

The comments flooded the screen, drawing attention to Bada's playful jealousy. Meanwhile, the members continued their praises, unaware of the attention drawn to Bada's reaction.

"Sowoen, what do you think?" asked Bada, turning to the youngest member, who had been silently observing the music video.

Sowoen, startled by the sudden attention, blushed slightly. "Oh, um, Y/N unnie looks amazing, as always. The dance moves are just...wow."

As the music video continued, the live session became a dynamic exchange of compliments and reactions. The studio echoed with laughter, camaraderie, and the genuine support shared among the Bebe members.

MusicVideoLover123: Y/N's music video is a work of art! The choreography, visuals, everything is on point! 🌟🎶

DanceFloorVibes: Y/N's dance moves are mind-blowing! The music video is a visual treat. Bebe's reactions make it even better! 🙌

DreamDancer22: I can't stop watching Y/N's music video! The aesthetics, the choreo, it's all so captivating! 💃✨

KpopFangirl365: Y/N's music video is pure artistry! The dancing, the styling, it's perfection! Bebe's reactions are making me love it even more. 💖

RhythmicHeartbeat: Y/N's visuals are breathtaking! The music video is a masterpiece, and Bebe's support adds an extra layer of joy! 🎵✨

DanceTilIDrop: Y/N's video is legendary! The dance sequences, the vibe, it's fire! Bebe's reactions are giving me life! 🔥💃

DreamingOfDance: Y/N's music video is mesmerizing! The grace, the energy, it's incredible! Bebe's support amplifies the awesomeness! 🌟🎶

KpopLoveFever: Y/N's video is a cinematic marvel! The visuals are stunning, and Bebe's live reactions make it even more fun! 📽️🌟

StarlightDreamer: Y/N's music video is a whole mood! The talent, the visuals, it's an experience! Bebe's reactions are making it even more enjoyable! 🌈🎶

DanceWithLove789: Y/N's video is a masterpiece! The dance, the storytelling, it's breathtaking! Bebe's reactions are so wholesome! 🌟👏

RhythmRuler: Y/N's music video is top-tier! The choreo, the aesthetics, it's genius! Bebe's reactions add so much fun to the watch! 💯🕺

StarlightSpectator: Y/N's music video is ICONIC! The choreography is mind-blowing! Bebe's reactions are priceless! 🌟💃

When you, the star of the music video, joined the live stream, the lighthearted moment got much more delightful. The members applauded your arrival, and the screen split to show your live reaction alongside theirs.

"Hey, Y/N unnie ! You were incredible!" exclaimed Minah, greeting you with enthusiasm.

Tatter agreed with a nod. "Absolutely! Your performance is incredible."

You smiled appreciatively, grateful for the support of your fellow crew members. "Thank you, girls! It means a lot coming from all of you."

CheChe joined in, her excitement palpable. "And can we talk about how stunning you look in every frame? It's unfair!"

The members laughed, their admiration for you evident in every word. Unbeknownst to them, the fans noticed Bada's playful reaction during the discussion about your visuals. The live chat buzzed with playful comments and emojis, capturing the attention of both fans and the Bebe crew.

JealousLeaderFan123: Bada's jealousy is the cutest thing ever! It's a whole mood! 😂❤️

MightyBada345: Bada's reaction to Y/N is making my day! So playful and adorable! 😊👅

CheerfulJ67: Bada, your jealousy is giving us life! Keep being playful, we love it! 🤭😂

EnvyOnScreen789: Bada's jealous moments are the highlight of the live! Too cute! 😍👀

Play56: Bada's reactions are priceless! Her jealousy is so endearing! 😂❤️

AdorableFan678: Bada's playful jealousy is making us all smile! You're too cute! 😄👅

Cheeky23: Bada's playful side is shining! Her jealousy is so lovable! 😊❤️

OutJoy456: Bada's reactions are making this session even better! Love the playful jealousy! 😂👅

Charm789: Bada's jealousy is hilarious and adorable! Loving the playful vibes! 🤣❤️

PlayfulTease567: Bada's reactions are the best part! Her playful jealousy is a gem! 😂🙌

EnviousLaughs123: Bada's jealousy is too funny! Her playful side is so entertaining! 😄👀

Fan456: Bada's playful reactions are gold! So cute and funny! 😂👅

BadaEnvyAdmirer789: Bada's jealousy is too precious! Such a playful moment! 😊❤️

As the live session progressed, you and your teammates engaged in spirited conversation, sharing experiences from the music video shoot and thanking the fans for their constant support. Bebe's humorous dynamics were on full display, demonstrating a crew that not only excelled on the dance floor but also enjoyed a true friendship that went beyond the stage.

The members turned to you with grins and cheers as the screen went dark, signalling the end of the live session. Bada, ever the charismatic leader, summed up the crew's feelings.

"We're so proud of you, Y/N. Your skill knows no bounds, and Bebe is lucky to have you."

— — — — — — — —

In the aftermath of the live session, the teasing continued as the members affectionately poked fun at Bada's playful jealousy. CheChe leaned in with a wicked grin, conspiratorially whispered, "Bada, you're like a big baby when it comes to Y/N!"

Bada rolled her eyes, yet a faint smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. "Please, please. I was just...protecting my precious Y/N!"

Lusher chuckled, playfully nudging Bada. "Admit it, you were totally jealous because you know Y/N is stunning!"

Bada crossed her arms, feigning offense. "Me? Jealous? I was merely...concerned about our team's image, okay?"

The playful banter continued, each member joining in the good-natured teasing. However, amidst the laughter and teasing, a genuine warmth radiated through the studio—a camaraderie that formed the backbone of Bebe's dynamic.

"You know," Tatter chimed in, her tone gentle, "it's kind of cute when Bada gets protective. Shows how much she cares about Y/N."

The teasing softened into affectionate understanding. Bada, although maintaining her facade of indifference, couldn't hide the slight blush that crept onto her cheeks. "I just want the best for us," she mumbled, trying to downplay her affectionate concern.

Sowoen, the ever-observant youngest member, interjected with a smile. "You know, Bada unnie, you're like a big sister to us. Always looking out for everyone, especially your lovely Y/N."

Bada's demeanor softened at the heartfelt words. She straightened up, trying to regain her composed façade. "Well, someone's got to make sure everyone stays in line around here."

The group erupted into laughter, reveling in the sweet banter between you and Bada. Despite her attempts to maintain a cool facade, Bada's affection for you shone through in every teasing glance and playful retort.

Minah, noticing the adorable dynamic between you two, chimed in with a grin, "I've never seen Bada so protective! You two are like the cutest pair ever!"

Kyma nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Bada unnie is like a guardian angel to Y/N. It's heart-melting!"

Bada, her cheeks slightly flushed from the teasing, shot a quick glance your way, her eyes softening. "I just... I just really care about Y/N, you know?"

Your heart swelled with affection, and you couldn't help but smile back at her. "I know, Bada. And I appreciate it. You mean the world to me."

The studio resonated with the warmth of the Bebe family's playful interactions and genuine affection. In the midst of laughter and teasing, the bond between you and Bada shone brightly—a unique blend of friendship, love, and playful banter that defined your relationship.

As the day drew to a close and the members prepared to leave, Bada pulled you aside for a moment. "You know, Y/N, I might have been a little jealous during the live session, but it's only because I'm crazy about you."

Your heart skipped a beat at her words. Wrapping your arms around her, you replied, "And I'm crazy about you, too, Bada."

Feeling the warmth of the Bebe family enveloping you. "Besides I wouldn't have it any other way, Bada. You're everything to me."

With a nod and a knowing smile, Bada wrapped an arm around your shoulders, the playful teasing giving way to a genuine camaraderie. As the studio emptied, the bond between the Bebe crew remained—a blend of playful dynamics and the depth of affection that united them, both on and off the stage.

[da-rulah]

For the lyric game…

I know you said a Papa or Ghoul, but would you make an exception for Mary Goore? 👉🏻👈🏻 Our beloved corpse needs some more loving lol. The song I had in mind was Merry-Go-Round by Mötley Crüe with the line: 🎶She waits at home just to love him through the night, thinking, he’s been gone so long now. Is he coming home?🎶 Can be both NSFW or SFW 😉

Oh, of course I can make an exception for our dear sweet Mary Goore... 😈

I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm feeling some angst. No one fits angst quite as well as Mary, hm? Just something about it works. So I apologise if this isn't what you wanted, but this is what came into my mind...

NSFW 18+, MDNI! Mary Goore x gn!reader TW: Angst, jealousy, accusations of infidelity, domestic arguments, insecurity, angry sex, hate fucking, penetrative sex, manhandling, slight pain kink.

You stared at your phone screen, watching as if anything were going to change yet knowing it wouldn't. But you hoped; you always hoped.

"Read 19:09"

Those three little dots never appeared. No new messages. It had been hours... His set would have finished around 11, so why, at 2:47am were you still sat up, waiting for him to so much as text you back.

You were getting tired of this. The "I'll be home before 2" promises, or the "I was just grabbing a drink after the show" excuses. Each one fell short, and he avoided the topic. All you'd text him was a simple "Hope the show goes well, baby. Kill it!" and yet, nothing. He used to reply right away, even if just with an emoji when he was busy or pushed for time.

But lately, with the late nights and the ignored texts, you were beginning to wonder if there was something he was hiding. He never had a good reason for his late returns, just that he was "networking" or "having drinks with the guys". And when he did finally show, he'd just crawl into bed beside you without a word, and fall asleep while you waited for something; even just an arm draped over your waist, a kiss to the forehead.

There was only one thing circling your mind; Mary was sleeping around.

When you heard the lock of the front door click open, your heart dropped into your stomach. All night you planned what to say, how to approach this. You wanted to be strong, but the second you were confronted with the reality of Mary coming home, you backed out, and words failed you.

Sat in the dark, Mary didn't notice you at first. Being a small studio apartment, he never turned the lights on when he came in, knowing they'd wake you - which he never wanted to do. So you heard him tiptoe into the apartment, setting his guitar case down and start to make his way over to the bathroom to wash the face paints and fake blood from his face.

Before he made it there, you quietly popped a cigarette between your lips and sparked a lighter to light it. The sudden noise and flash of light halted Mary in his tracks, startling him.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, babe... Scared the shit outta me!" he laughed clutching his heart over his cut-off t-shirt. You said nothing, not bothering to turn in his direction and instead taking a drag and letting the smoke billow into the glow of street lamps streaming through the windows.

Mary stood confused for a second, his eyes adjusting to your form on the couch and waiting for you to say something else, maybe ask about the show or something. But nothing. You just took another long, deliberate drag of your cigarette, staring straight ahead.

He knew you were pissed. And if he was being honest with himself, he knew why, too. He sighed to himself and trundled over to the couch, clicking on the lamp on the side table before sitting in the empty spot beside you.

"I'm late again, I know..."

"Is that your apology?" you snapped back, flicking the ash fro your cigarette into a tiny ashtray on the coffee table. You still couldn't bring yourself to look at him.

"No... I was getting to that." his tone sounded annoyed, like he didn't appreciate the way you spoke to him. It was as if he were answering back to his mother, catching him coming back late from a party. This was far beyond that.

"Go on then. What bullshit excuse you got this time?" Any previous thoughts of diplomacy in your approach went out the window now, too pissed off to hold back.

"Jeez, so I was late. It's not a big fuckin' deal," he defended, poorly. "Where's the attitude coming from?" He sat back into the couch with a harsh slump, bouncing his knee in annoyance.

You took another drag of your cigarette, before stubbing it out in the ashtray and standing up to stomp over to the bed you shared with a mumbled, "Fuck this."

Mary's eyes followed you, watching as you angrily shed the shirt you were wearing, throwing it to the floor and rooting in your drawers for something to wear to bed. He stood up too, pushing himself from the couch and following you.

"Look I said I'm sorry," he attempted, but you spun around to face him, finally looking him in the eye.

"Actually, no you fuckin' didn't. But you 'were getting to that'. So go on, give me your sorry. We'll see if it works." Mary stared dumbly at you. This wasn't the first time you'd brought this up, but it was the first time you'd got this angry...

"The guys just wanted to get some drinks, we had a good gig. Just wanted to celebrate! I'm sorry, alright?"

You scoffed and turned back to root through your draws, trying to find a shirt that wasn't Mary's just to make a fucking point. He sighed behind you, chewing the inside of his cheek while he tried to swallow his pride.

"I should have text you," he stated plainly. You ignored him, which pissed him off more. "I will next time, I swear."

That made you spin around again, looking at him with vague disgust. "Next time? So this is just gonna keep happening, huh?"

"Drinking with my friends? Yeah, probably." His sarcasm pissed you off even more.

"Don't bullshit me, Mare... You've been doing this at every damn show, and when you come home to me, you don't even touch me!" You were yelling at him now, too hurt to let it go. "If you wanna fuck around Mary, go ahead and live that life but stop making me sit up waiting for you in the hope that you want my love instead!"

Mary was stunned, his eyebrows screwed tightly together as he stared down at you. You stood before him, rigid in your accusation and not backing down this time, angry tears in your waterline that you refused to let fall. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"...Is that what you think I've been doing?" He was livid now, offended.

"Don't fucking lie to me. Why else would you constantly get home late? Ignore my texts or calls? Climb into bed without so much as a second look my way let alone wrapping an arm around me, heaven forbid!"

"Because you're asleep, and I'm fucking tired?" he spat. You laughed, no humour in it at all. It was dry, sarcastic and venomous. You didn't believe him.

"Fuck who you want, Mare. I'm done." You started to turn away from him as the tears betrayed you, but he grabbed your wrist and span you back to face him, stepping into your personal space as rage and adrenaline pumped through his body.

"Only person I wanna fuck is you," he growled, backing you up against the open draw behind you until it slammed shut and you stumbled, the edge of the dresser hitting the bottom of your back. You'd never seen him like this, like he was possessed... His eyes were wide with anger and the threatening paints on his face did nothing to put you at ease.

"You want me to touch you, hm? All you had to do was ask..." He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss that caught you off guard for a moment, before you regained some kind of awareness and pressed both hands to his chest, pushing him off you in one hard shove. He stood there, out of breath much like you were, neither one of you knowing what to do or say now. It was as if you were in a stand-off, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Unfortunately for you, it was you who made that first move.

You pounced on him, smashing your lips against his as you grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him closer to you. Whether it was desperation to keep him close or spite to show him exactly what he'd be missing when you walked away, you weren't sure but your reaction was visceral.

Mary quickly dove back in too, his grip on your hips pulling you close to fuse your bodies together as you violently made out with him, weaving your fingers into his hair to pull it at the roots and angle his head to where you wanted it. Before long, you were tugging at his shirt and pulling it over his head, both of you now shirtless.

Then you were pushing him, manoeuvring him towards the bed to push him back onto it with all the strength you could muster. You didn't wait for him to do anything, to say anything, reaching for his jeans to pop the button and drag them down his thighs. He kicked them off without arguing, his eyes dark and trained on you as you removed everything from the waist down and climb on top of him.

Something about this had your core stirring, arousal pooling where you needed it most, where you'd craved him for the longest time. Spite was a powerful aphrodisiac it seemed, because the only word Mary could think to describe you right now was rabid.

You used all of your body weight to push him to lay back, no care taken to go slow or build anticipation. This was hate fucking. This was furious passion, building and bubbling and boiling over uncontrollably. Both of you were powerless to stop it.

You ravaged him again, kisses so brutal you'd be feeling them for days after while your hips ground down into his exposed and already solid length beneath you. You heard him groan with pleasure, and it pissed you off, spurring you to bite on his lip until he grunted in pain. His hands gripped your ass in fistfuls, nails digging into the supple flesh and he pushed and pulled to grind you harder against him.

By the time you were ready to take him inside you, he was leaking precum profusely from his tip. It only aided you in lining him up, and sinking down until he was fully sheathed inside you. You took him slowly, teasing him but frankly you were in no mood for slow and steady.

You set a savage pace, riding him while your hands held him down. Your own nails dug into his shoulders as you cried out in both pain and pleasure, a delicious mix that fuelled the pair of you.

"Oh, fuck baby, just like that..." he groaned, not expecting you to slap his chest to force his eyes back on you.

"Shut the fuck up," you roared, only riding him faster, harder. All those jealous emotions, all that bottled up insecurity was coming out now and he was letting you take it out on him. If he'd known you had this in you, he might have pissed you off a lot sooner.

But Mary couldn't let that mouth of yours slide, he couldn't let you win. He had as much to lose tonight as you did, whether that was his fault or not. And he was very aware it was his fault.

Using the adrenaline that pumped through him, he lifted you off him, forcing your off to the unoccupied side of the bed so you faceplanted in the sheets. This move was too unexpected, and before you could recover and fight back for control he was already on top of you, pinning your wrists behind your back and contorting you to raise your hips up and have you on your knees, face still buried in the sheets beneath you. He wasted no time in lining himself back up to your entrance, and pushing back in to find his own vicious rhythm.

You wanted to fight back, but you couldn't. The pleasure was building to a point of no return and you wanted to cum more than you wanted to control him. This is what you'd missed, if you were honest with yourself. When you'd first started dating Mary the sex was hot, freaky, a little weird... It was unlike anything else. And then you both got complacent, too comfortable and taking each other for granted and now here you were, after weeks of barely there mediocre sex. Both of you just needed a little spark to light the gasoline inside you.

Mary kept your wrists held tightly against your lower back in one hand, while the other snaked around your waist, using it to pleasure you even further.

"Come on, baby. Cum on my cock, hm? Just like you used to. Fucking squeeze me," he ordered, his hips slapping hard against your ass and filling the room with lewd noises. All you could do was cry out, to moan into the sheets and let go completely.

You barrelled towards your orgasm hard and fast, stimulated in every way possible, inside and out. The way your walls contracted around him made it difficult for him to keep up his pace, and damn near impossible to stave off his won orgasm. Too soon, he was filling you, his cock kicking inside you over and over until he was completely drained both of his spend and his energy.

He fell forwards, leaning over you as he held you tightly against him to ground himself. His mind felt hazy, he could barely think straight through the bliss and exhaustion. But he was in for a rude awakening, when he felt you heaving beneath him, silent sobs wracking your body over and over.

Stabbing him in the chest would have heart less. Seeing you so hurt, so broken was devastating to him. He panicked, removing himself from you and flipping you over with very little resistance. But what you did resist was eye contact, staring directly up at the ceiling as you slapped a hand over your mouth to contain the sobs.

"Hey... Shhh, it's okay. I'm here," he soothed, pushing strands of hair from your forehead and gently trailing his fingers along your cheek and jawline.

"I-I don't... want to... lose you," you sobbed. "Want to b-be enough... for you."

This was his fault. His neglect had led to this. You'd never been anything but doting, supporting, loving. And he wasn't sued to it. It scared him, the feelings he harboured for you. He'd never felt so intensely, never loved anyone like this before. He'd taken you for granted, been so selfish in focussing on himself and the band and not you.

Mary had never cheated on you. He never would. All he could do was try to tell you that, to show you that you were the only one he wanted.

"You're more than enough, you're too good for me. I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry," he cooed, pressing his forehead to yours while you cried beneath him. "I swear, there's never been anyone else. You can ask the guys, it really was just drinks with them."

You weren't sure you believed him, the insecurity so deeply rooted that talking to his bandmates might only be the start of rebuilding the trust you'd once had in him. But it was a start.

Mary lay himself down next to you, wrapping his arm around you and snuggling into your side while you let everything out. He peppered softer kisses to your temple, your cheeks, the top of your head while you held onto the arm wrapped around you for dear life. Eventually, exhaustion crept in, and you started to drift off in his arms.

He didn't let go of you all night, barely sleeping himself as he thought of all the ways he could right his wrongs, prove himself to you without it feeling insincere. Step one was to bring you to his shows, to have you around like you used to back at the start. From there, he'd work on this.

Seeing your breakdown, being so close to losing you tonight was the wake up call he'd needed to see what was at stake. He'd be damned if he let himself get complacent again.

He'd be damned if he truly lost you.

[howlingday]

Emerald: Behold, Cinder! Your next opponent! (motions to the opponent) Perry the Platypus.

Perry: (platypus noises)

Cinder: Fuckin' who?

Emerald: Y'know, Perry! The secret agent from that one TV show! "The Adventures of Phyllis and Fernando."

Cinder: I'm pretty sure you made that up.

Emerald: I'm telling you, Cinder. He's famous.

Cinder: Emerald, this is clearly a regular platypus!

Perry: (stands on hind legs and puts on his hat)

🎶~AGENT P!~🎶

Cinder: Ah! Perry the Platypus?!

Emerald: See? I told you, ma'am. Totally worthy of a versus episode. All he needs is a little music. (Taps scroll)

Cinder: (Music plays) Emerald-

Emerald: Just let it rock, ma'am. Just let it rock. (Dances)

Cinder: Emerald! Stop it! Stop it right now!

Perry the Platypus: (Dances)

Cinder: Dammit, not you, too! Both of you?!

PERRY~!

Cinder: STOP IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW OR ELSE-

Perry the Platypus: (Ankle swipe)

Cinder: (On her back) Urgh! Is that all you got?!

Perry the Platypus: (Jumps on pillar, Plants small bomb, Blasting off, Dives)

Cinder: OH SHIT!

Emerald: (Watching)

Jaune: Hi-ho~! What did I miss? Oh shit, is that Perry the Platypus?

Emerald: Yup.

Perry the Platypus: (Drops contacts, Reveals silver eyes)

Cinder: Whoawhoawhoawaitwaitwait!

Perry the Platypus: (Darts forward, Eyes glowing)

Cinder: Whoawhoahangonnow! JUST WAIT ONE GODDAMN SECOND! AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIE!

Perry the Platypus: (Eyes flash over Cinder)

Cinder: (Engulfed by silver light) DAMN YOU, PERRY THE PLATYPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS!

[mewnekoice-mecha]

DP x DC

Part 2 of Idol!Danny

Quick summary: Danny is performing in Gotham, the bat boys & girls go see it. Que Simps Damian and Tim

Here’s Danny’s outfit as always

*knock**knock*

“Phantom ,your on in 5 ok”,said the manger for this event, “Please head to the stage, we’re ready”.

“Ok, I’m on my way,” came a light male voice with a soft undertone that didn’t seem human. The male in question was none other then teen idol and meta sensation PHANTOM or in his dimension Danny Fenton, a teen with glowing white hair that constantly shifts like it’s underwater, eyes that glow a bright neon green, small fangs that fill a faerie like face, his entire appearance screams supernatural. That’s not the only reason he’s so popular, but we’ll see why later.

At the moment he was about to do one of his biggest concerts to date in the city of crime itself Gotham City, Home of the Bat and His Birds. Doing one last check to make sure his outfit and makeup was perfect, Phantom left his room and headed to the main area in the arena that he will be singing in, in just a few minutes.

Taking a breath Danny shook himself and grabbed the headset that was handed to him, as the workers fitted around him doing last minute checks before he goes on. Eyes flashing brighter then ever, a smirk came across his face as he felt Lady Gotham’s Knights had decided to join his little concert, now he HAS to make this a performance worth remembering.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, YOU KNOW HIM YOU LOVE HIM, PLEASE WELCOME PHANTOM!!!!”

Time to knock ‘‘em dead Fenton

*Jason’s POV *

‘I can’t believe Cass and Steph, dragged us to a concert for some lame meta twink singer, I could be sleeping or shooting at assholes right now buutt nooo I gotta be here with demon brat, replacement and dickie as well’ I thought as we grabbed our seats. Steph and surprisingly Cass have been raving nonstop about some meta singer that popped up a year ago. Apparently he’s been taking the music scene by storm and he’s already won awards for his music despite his young age, I can’t help but Amit I’m a little curious about him as it’s almost unheard of for a meta to be so open about they’re powers like he is. As soon as I thought that, the announcement to welcome the kid who’s stage name is apparently Phantom came on, guess I’ll see what’s the fuss about ,when QUIETNESS and Darkness greeted me.

*Danny’s POV*

After my announcement came, i floated invisible and intangible to the center stage, then I grabbed on my core and PULLED all the light to me so there was only Darkness, that’s when the music started and I began to SING

🎶Better-Arc North, Rival🎶

I slowly became visible as I sung a bright spot in total darkness

“Like we’re underwater

Can’t hear nothing

You’ve been casting a spell

I’m all yours now

Yeah, you’ve been

Fillin the space upon my mind”

I floated slowly around the stage like I was looking or daydreaming about someone, a dazed/happy expression on my face

“And tell me everything

Both the good and bad

Cause whatever you tell me

I will still like everything that I see

Cause nothing feels better then us

I’m so high can’t get down

No nothing feels better than when I’m with you”

Moving closer to the edge of the stage I could see and hear the dazed, blushing faces of my fans screams and cries of I love you and Phantom filled the air, it was almost time to dazzle my little specters

“My future is buried in your eyes

I got so much to say and I won’t lie

Nothing feels better than you”

As soon as the bass started to drop Releasing my hold on my core, the entire arena became a NEBULA with me as its center, bright blues and purples filled the arena as shooting stars shot behind me

“Nothing feels better than this

No nothing feels better than this”

Looking at the faces of my fans I could spot some shocked faces in the front row, and low and behold it was Lady Gotham’s birds. Creeping closer I leaned close to one of them a male with shocking blue-gray eyes and smelling a bit like coffee I sang my next part

“Let me be your safe place

If the sky would open

I’m making sure that you stay dry

In the greatest of storms

I’ll be your light”

Leaving him slacked jawed with a pretty blush I moved on to the next bird closest to me which happened to be the one with pretty green eyes and gorgeous Arabic tan I’ve ever seen, he was scowling but had a light blush that was unnoticeable to untrained eyes, taking a clawed finger I lightly brushed against his face not quite touching but still noticeable

“And they can’t tell me nothing

That will make a difference

Since I got everything I need in you

I’m invincible I believe”

He was staring wide eyed at me like he couldn’t even believe I was talking er singing to him, moving back to the stage I started using my ecto-ice to make a light mist that cause the nebula around me to sparkle as I air danced

“Cause nothing feels better

Than us

I’m so high I can’t get down

No nothing feels better

Than when I’m with you

My future is buried in your eyes

I got so much to say and I won’t lie”

Bringing my hands in front of me I slammed them together creating a would be universe around me with a shadowy figure reaching a hand out toward me for me to take, reaching for the hand I grasped it and pulled it towards me as the shadows peeled away from the figure showing a gothic loli teen with a bat choker on and golden eyes

“Nothing feels better than you

Nothing feels better than this

Nothing feels better than this

My future is buried in your eyes

I got so much to say and I wont lie

Nothing feels better than you”

Ending the song on that note I hugged Gotham as a thanks for letting me use her as a stand in.

But as for her knight’s I had no way of knowing just how true my song would become for me and them

@skulld3mort-1fan @kawaiikenna @xye-chan

as always this is an open prompt so if u like the prompt you can borrow it or make a story out of it all I ask is just a mention of where it came from

[lemon-drop151]

Prompts be here! ⬇️

1x10 coda

"Tell me something in Spanish," TK whispered into the quiet. The glow of the northern lights sparkled greens and blues through the sky above them. The residual heat from the camaros engine still seeping through the fabric of his thin grey hoodie.

Carlos cupped TK’s chin with his left hand and stared deep into the sea glass green eyes that had somehow become his undoing the last couple of months.

“No puedo vivir sin ti.” He softly spoke, his right hand squeezing tighter around their laced fingers

"What does that mean?"

"You're so cute," Carlos lied through his teeth.

"I can't live without you."

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

TK picked up the cowboy hat sitting on top of the box of stuff his mother-in-law dropped off at the loft for Carlos while cleaning her house.

“Is this yours?” TK asked with a glint in his eye.

Carlos licked his lips and glanced up from the duffle bag full of old clothes he’d long since grown out of.

“Yeah. Was in the 4-H club for a couple of years.”

TK slipped the faded white cowboy hat onto his head.

“What’s the 4-H club?” He asked, rummaging around in the box, flipping through a middle school year book.

“Like Boy Scouts for people who live on farms and do agricultural things, horses, livestock, but there’s also like, stuff about community and family.” Carlos answered after swallowing around the sudden lump in the back of his throat at seeing TK in his cowboy hat.

“Huh, I didn’t know something like that existed.” TK replied. “I mean, not like we had a lot of farms in Manhattan.” He chuckled and flashed a wink over his shoulder at his husband. “I’m sure you were the cutest cowboy.”

“Hmmm. I bet you don’t the cowboy rule either.”

TK turned around, questioning look on his face. “What’s the cowboy rule?”

“You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.”

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Season 2 vibes - Carlos POV

🎶it's not always rainbows and butterflies, it's compromise that moves us along

my heart is full and my doors always open, you come anytime you want

i don't mind spending everyday out on your corner in the pouring rain

look for the boy with the broken smile, ask him if he wants to stay a while

and he will be loved🎶

(Yes, I changed the pronouns, shut up)

[malleusarcanum]

⚠️: Piss her!

Ace: My arms are going to give up! *Holding 3 boxes*

Deuce: This is far heavier! *Holding 8 history books*

Mc: Hey! We could use a little help here!! *Dropped the small table* *Yelled to Leona who is sitting at the corner*

Leona: Zzzzzz

Mc: Don't dare make a false sleep!!!!

Sebek: Duties couldn't be accomplished if you use your megaphonic mouth, human.

Mc: Atleast this megaphone is more useful than that lazy slacker over there! *Pointed at silver who slept at the desk*

Lilia: He's tired. He's even charming to look while dozing off.

Ruggie: That's the chair I was looking for... Nah to heavy if someone adds his weight

Lilia:....

Mc: ......

Lilia: Let's get movi'n!

Vil: My beauty will be destroyed by those dusk--what the---achoo! *Jade rubbed his face with feather duster*

Rook: Roi de Poison!! How could you do that!

Jade: Oh! My mistake, I thought I saw a huge termite.

*Vil stared with murderous intent*

Floyd: ah?! *Box fell off including the things inside*

Jack: It's not that bad *complimented the painting that Floyd just stepped*

Mc: Moana Lisa?!!!!

Grim: Funyah? it has some rad shoe prints, cool glow-up.

Epel: After putting everything here, let's pack up. My gut says we'll be expelled.

*Cater clicked phone and flashed*

Cater: as our last photo *selfie again and posed*

Idia: This is too heavy, my bones are disappearing.

Ortho: Big bro, you only lift one empty vase. This is the reason why you need to cut off being absorbed on gadgets, you definitely need exercise.

Idia: thinking about it may kill me already

Kalim: I give up!!!! Jamil!! Lift me!! *Unable to reach high shelf to put the trophy*

Jamil: you know what's easier?

Kalim:?

Jamil: Bring it home.

Kalim: Great idea!

*Jamil grinned*

Trey: Don't even think about it.

*Heard the book shelf collapsed, everyone turned*

Riddle: Great now we destroyed public property, thanks to Malleus.

*Mc sighed*

Malleus: *Looked at everyone* I may have pushed the box aggressively. I didn't expect a destruction.

*Everyone startled*

Floyd: Awesome!! Let's get in Shrimpy!

*Dragged Mc*

*Behind the collapsed bookshelf is a tunnel with torches beside the walls as light source*

*Everyone went in*

*********

Azul: *arranged glasses, observed a rectangular technology, with sound source at the side and a pen with big black sphere*

Mc: Wow! A kareoke!

Everyone: *exchanged glances* Karwha?

Mc: its a singing machine. *Pushed the button and it turned on*

Idia: where is their electrical source?

Mc: Don't know but this will be fun! *Played a song*

Mc demonstrated but before the lyrics starts they snatched the microphone.

🎶Trey: First, think first

Mc: The heck?!

🎶Ace: He'll no! Say what are those inside your head

🎶Kalim: I'm fired up, not tired of ruining her day oh-oooh

Running her day oh-oooh*

Mc: guys the lyrics is already there!!!!

*Everyone shushed her*

🎶Jamil: Second, wait a sec!

🎶Floyd: Don't you dare me when I call you shrimpy!

🎶Grim: No! I'm the one, greater mage.

hench-man belongs to me oh-ooohh

Tuna, dinner for me oh-oooh

Mc covered ears

🎶Leona: You're also better as maid *winked*

🎶Ruggie: taking his orders every breaks

🎶Jade & Deuce: Writing my assignments, would be cool!

Hey, Don't glare at me, kill me, attacking me...

🎶Sebek: using your punching karate

🎶Epel: Take this message from me

🎶Riddle: Speaking profanity everyday

🎶Azul: Hearing those is a

🎶Jack: pain!

🎶Cater: it's really fun when your are mad. let's piss her, piss her!

*Mc curled fist*

🎶Sebek, Silver & Lilia: Lame!

🎶Malleus: I much prefer my Child of man to kiss her, kiss her *bit lip*

*Mc blushed*

(pain!

Oh let the bullet's fly.....) (Part)

🎶Ortho: Lame.....

🎶Idia: I'll cuddle you at night and those cold rains. *Pointed mc*

*mc's heart beats fast*

🎶Vil: Apple my love, my wife you drive me *air kiss*

*Mc almost melted*

🎶Rook & Epel: Insane!

🎶Ace & Kalim: Look at her, tomato red. Let's piss her, yeah piss her!

*After a while*

Mc: Let's wait your score

Everyone:?

Mc: your song will be graded from 0 to 100. But I doubt you'll reach perfect that fuc--

Crowley: How did you got in my secret place?!!!!!!

Everyone blinked

Ortho: this is yours?

Crowley: Never mind!!! Get out *pushed them out*

Kalim: The score!

Crowley: all of your scores will go below the belt if you don't get out. *Slammed the door closed of the stock room*

*Crowley went back to turn it off but before it*

Kareoke: 100 Wow! You are a great singer

Crowley: Holy moly?!!! H-how?!!!

[mysteriesmuse]

🎵🎶And the Haters Gonna Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. But the Heroes Gonna Train, train, train, train, train. Baby I’m just trying to chill, for real.

—————

You could not find any reason to be bothered by school or work on this vacation however, your childhood friends could not seem to share in that sentiment with you . . . ———

you were busy lounging on deck, sipping a mimosa while the boys did laps around the boat. the constant splashing and competitive bickering completely manageable with your drink and book in hand. Mr. Bakugou also stood out on deck grilling up the mornings catch for lunch. His own little handheld radio out beside him as he watched the sizzling smoke and drippings of the fish. except either the radio was getting softer or the bickering and splashing was getting a lot-

“This is pretty fucking brillant, Deku. We can brawl out here no problem!” “Brawl?! Kacchan,”

boom. “ this is supposed to be routine sparing!” whoosh. “Hah? Fine. I’ll still beat you though! Land, air, or water!” Boom. Boom. Crack. Whooshing. Snap.

Masaru sighed, turning up the volume of the radio.

you hummed along to his exasperated sentiment. Focusing on trying not to let their fight distract you - you were just getting into the good part! Izuku and Katsuki fought each other like something straight out of a comic book. Katsuki’s glittering orange palms and Izuku’s glowing green tendrils as the two clashed in the sky. eventually plummeting back down into the ocean with a splash so violent that you and Mr. Bakugou nearly jumped out of your skin. Salty pellets of water misting down from the sky and creating that misty rainbow from the childhood garden hose. The two of you locked eyes before reoccupying yourself with your previous tasks. The slaps of wet feet approaching as they climbed back onto the deck of the ship. the drippings started splashing onto your page- gosh darn it! you were in the middle of the climax! You hastily tried waving them off with your freehand. “you better acknowledge them y/n. Stubborn as you kids all are, they’re just gonna keep crowding around you like that until you’re all drenched.” you groaned and shut your eyes. Uncle Masaru was right. “Fine. What do you two want?” “well we wanted to lift some weight.” Katsuki. you turned another page, “so? Go ahead, you won’t bother me one bit. As long as you do it over there,” you pointed, “so you don’t keep getting me wet.” “Y/N, but we need something to lift.” Izuku this time.

you groaned, slotting your finger between the pages as you turned to look at them. Wet hair brushed back to reveal their foreheads. A rare sight for Katsuki. A distinctly familiar look in both their eyes. Your eyes flashed between their faces, “aaaannd what does that have to do with me?” you huffed. A boyish grin spread across both of their faces. “Senior, you’re the perfect weight.” Katsuki chipped, Izuku nodding along enthusiastically. “I’m sorry, what?” Izuku beamed holding his hands together as he begged you with his puppy dog eyes, “Come on N/N, it’ll just be some push-ups-“

“- and dead lifts” Katsuki interjected. “-and you can even continue reading your book! We just need you to sit on our backs.” Katsuki added again, “actually, I need you to stay like a log. Don’t think y’can read on that one.” your mouth dropped as you stared them down. Okay, so this was real. You threw your hands up, “Of course, who brings weights onto a houseboat in the middle of the ocean when you have a perfectly good childhood friend to use.” “and- hey wait a minute don’t you have each other?” Kacchan groaned as Izuku answered, “well it doesn’t work that way because the other person does their abs and we flip off so we’re getting it done together, but not at the same time-“ Kacchan leaned down into your face, with a lopsided smirk, “Y/N if you don’t get up and put that book down I’m gonna pick you up right now and change gears to doing cardio because I’m gonna tickle you. Do y’er understand?” Izuku leapt to your defense, “Wait! You said we wouldn’t force her by tickling!” “ohhhh we always force her by tickling -“

That was enough incentive for you to leap out of your chair and attempt to make a head start and run away . . . you wriggled and wheezed in Katsukis arm as he held you up in the air with only one arm. Mercilessly holding up his other hand to your side, “wait, waaait. No, no, no!”

He chuckled, “what’d ya’ think you gonna do? Outrun two pro heroes? Tch- not so smart college girl. Sick her, Izuku.” Panic flared through your body as Izuku kneeled on the ground next to your kicking legs. They were gonna get two of your tickle spots at once, your tummy and the underside of your feet. Evil boys. “No. Please!” you wheezed wriggling against the single arm python around your torso. His fingers fluttering against every soft spot of your body, wiggling his nose into the crook of your neck as you shove against his hold. “I don’t know Y/N this works pretty well! Kacchan and I can swap out too.” Suddenly your ankle was caught and you gasped. An BIG mistake because the second you did that wet lips latched onto your neck blowing raspberries into your sensitive spot and more feather touches crawled their way from the bottom of your foot to behind your knee. Katsuki somehow found the oxygen to yell as his head came up between a sloppy and slobbery assault on your neck, “fucking brillant.”

[eleanoraborealis]

🎶🍄🧚‍♂️✨️🌌

This is the cover image for my new fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43858488?view_full_work=true

Arwen Undomiel twitched awake on a flet barely large enough to lie down on. She scowled into the shifting light of the hot, summer sun as it filtered through the glinting silvery undersides of the mallorn leaves. She pushed herself halfway up, still scowling, one hand going to the ring that hung around her neck.

A gentle breeze made the foliage whisper and way up in these thin branches the heat was almost pleasant. The day was bright and clear and sweltering and the mood in Caras Galadhon was subdued. Far below her she could hear distant voices raised in musical laughter and the general sound of elven bustle. The phosphorescent insects which enjoyed the shelter of the higher canopies buzzed softly, playing in her dark hair as it laid about her on the straw sleeping mat.

She squeezed shut her eyes trying to remember her dream, the dream had been long and complicated and the only image she could hold onto was Elladan, bare chested and smeared with what looked like glowing paint, messy hair half braided with a halo of white flowers, blood pouring down his face, clutching onto a… halfling baby? She covered her eyes with one delicate hand. He had one hand held out to her and was asking for something, pleading, but no matter how hard she strained to hear him, his voice, when he tried to speak only mouthfuls of flower petals fell from his lips. What to do?

She rolled onto her stomach and peeked cautiously over the edge of the platform. She could observe almost everything that transpired on the lower levels of the palace from this place that she had discovered centuries ago. It was also the best place she had ever found for afternoon naps. And sneaking.

She fidgeted with the ring on her necklace, zipping it back and fourth.

She watched her grandmother cross the entrance hall escorted by Galhadrim nobles, greeting the guests from the Greenwood with a courtly sweep of her billowing sleeve. Arwen wondered, had she been expected to greet them? for a split second, as Galadriel turned to lead the elves inside, her bright eyes flashed up to the canopy as Arwen disappeared. Where was Celeborn?

She would not go to her grandmother with this dream.

Instead Elrond's daughter escaped through the canopy. Her goal was an ancient and isolated Mallorn Tree outside the city. It had been struck by lightning and its heart was all but burned away. Many centuries ago her grandfather had poured much of his own living energy into it in an effort to save the tree which now flourished but had a burned empty hole straight through the trunk. It was here that the Lord of the Golden Wood went to meditate.

Celeborn sat on the beaten earth with his hands in his lap, white butterflies and glimmering phosphorescence dancing around his head. His long pale hair lay loose around his shoulders in the style of a philosopher and he wore only a simple grey robe. As Arwen approached him the broad smile that spread across his face seemed to intensify the otherworldly light that haunted his body

and his hands closed around something that he had been contemplating.

"Good afternoon grandfather." Arwen approached him respectfully, his luminous sky blue eyes looked up for a moment from his contemplation and indicated a place on the ground to his right.

Arwen took the example of his silence and sat beside him, arranging her garments to cover her knees and breathing in the heady smell of thirsty mallorn trees in the fullness of their summer foliage. Birds sang in the high swaying branches of her grandfather's tree, which alone of all the trees in the wood had no rope or flet or alteration. This was a sacred place, and Arwen found that the soil was cool beneath her and her mind began to drift to the strange and troubling dream of her brother. Her hand soon found the ring beneath her tunic. Looking up she suddenly realized that she was being watched, studied.

"it's going to rain soon," was all her grandfather said, smelling the air.

"it usually does when it gets this hot." Arwen observed. Celeborn hummed as if this had never occurred to him. He let the silence open a gentle space between them, into which she could safely deposit whatever was darkening her spirit.

"The emissary from the Greenwood is here." She told him, he knew how he could completely psychically isolate himself in these trances.

"Are they." He noted thoughtfully, peeking his fea up out of his meditative hermeticism just enough to attempt to spy on his wife. She would be fine for a few minutes. For now his focus was on Arwen who appeared positively vibrating with agitation. "and you are… hiding from your grandmother." He observed, "and failing to do so." He sang the last five words. "she knows exactly where you are my dear little sapling." Arwen snorted. "alas." He studied her intensely, her small hand held something under her dress at her chest, "you have doomed us both." He breathed deeply of the perfumed summer air, a breeze lifted his hair and Celeborn turned the object he held in his hands.

"What is this?" Arwen reached out as he handed it to his granddaughter. It was a mallorn nut, large and shiny and brownish red. As smooth as if polished by Aule himself. Similar in shape and color to those that lay all around the forest floor and were made into every sort of confectionery by the chefs of Caras Galadhon.

"Do you notice anything strange about it?" The Lord of the Golden Wood asked her, studying her as she turned it and her hair fell down to her lap.

"What's' this?" she pointed to the seam where the two halves of the nut met, a tiny trace of silver as bright as purest mithril ran along it.

Celeborn leveled a searching gaze at his grandaughter before saying, "it's fertile." He let the significance sink into her for a moment, Arwen shook her head so he continued, "I found it this morning, on the path, just there, he glanced outside of their shelter." He took the nut back thoughtfully, it fit comfortably into his palm. "I haven't…" something caught in his throat and he blinked, holding the seed to his heart, "I haven't seen a fertile mallorn nut in almost three thousand years. They are not born idly, these trees must be pollinated by a powerful will." He cocked an eyebrow. "Then nurtured through germination, until the silver covers the whole thing," he rotated the nut between thumb and middle finger, "and planted somewhere peaceful and given clean water and starlight." He tossed the nut deftly up into the receding darkness of the great empty trunk above them and caught it between his hands, suddenly Arwen saw the resemblance of her brothers in him and her dream from her nap came rushing back.

"Elladan." She breathed, "the twins are in trouble."

"The twins ARE trouble." He nodded, "I know, for I have had the same dream." He twitched an eyebrow, "I believe they were... what is the old song? 'Meddling in the affairs of Wizards' and mortals..." He shook his head, wholly bewildered as to why some elves seemed to be drawn forever towards the business of the Second Borns. His woods were secret and largely considered hostile and as long as the rest of the world stayed afraid of his wife and out of their business he was a contented elf. But now that they had gone and gotten involved, something told him that his grandsons plea through the shifting bonds of dreams and families was sincere.

Still, his thumbnail traced the silver line on the nut. "It belongs to the Shire." He breathed, some trembling of premonition sweeping over him, "but its fea is yet but a spark, in half a yen, perhaps, it will be ready for planting, until then," Celeborn pulled a silken pouch from under his robe and slipping the nut inside, he returned it to hang at his chest. "hope." He put one hand over his heart and with the other he stroked down his granddaughter's hair.

Suddenly emotional, he ran his hand down to gently pull the chain from the collar of her dress. He looked for a long moment at the ring before the tears took him with a shaking sob and he pulled his sweet Arwen into a crushing embrace.

[youweitrade]

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[yvesyxh]

🏡🔒 Unveiling Home Security Systems: Do They Truly Deliver?

In a world where technology intertwines with our daily lives, the question persists: 🏡 Are home security systems truly a game-changer? 🎮 Are they the ultimate shield against modern threats or just another cog in the machine? Let's embark on a journey of exploration! 🚀

The Fortress at Your Fingertips

Imagine a realm where you control your home's safety from a glowing screen 📱. Home security systems grant you this power, allowing you to wield sensors, cameras, and alarms with a tap. While you're out conquering the world, your home remains fortified, a digital sanctuary guarding against the unknown. 🛡️

More Than Just Alarms

Home security systems go beyond clanging alarms and flashing lights. They're like digital guardians, watching over your castle day and night 🌙. With smart detection and instant notifications, you're never out of the loop. If something seems amiss—a shadow lurking, a window rattling—you're the first to know. It's vigilance on steroids! 💪

A Symphony of Sensors

In the world of home security, sensors are the maestros conducting an intricate symphony. Motion sensors, door sensors, window sensors—they harmonize to detect even the faintest whispers of intrusion. It's like having an orchestra of technology, tuned into the rhythm of your home. 🎶

Dollars and Sense

Ah, the classic conundrum: to invest or not to invest? 💰 While home security systems may demand an initial offering and a monthly tribute, consider it a tribute to tranquility. Compare these costs to the potential aftermath of a breach—an unsettling puzzle of lost possessions and shattered peace. Suddenly, the balance tilts in favor of proactive defense. ⚖️

The Human Element

In our quest for technological fortresses, let's not overlook the power of human bonds. Neighbors who watch out for one another, neighborhoods that stand united—these timeless alliances weave a fabric of safety that no machine can replicate. 👥

In the realm of home security systems, the ultimate question lingers: Do they truly deliver? The answer, dear reader, hinges on your kingdom—your lifestyle, your priorities, and your aspirations for tranquility. If you seek dominion over your castle's defenses, a sentinel against the shadows, and a taste of modern marvels, then indeed, home security systems offer a path worth treading. 🚪🔑

[sabrinasam]

Gwynriel Week - Song of Soulmates 🎶

The parallels between Gwynriel and SJM's other endgame couples.

Gwyn + Azriel

Something sparked in Azriel's chest, but he only nodded his thanks and left. He could picture it, though, as he ascended the stairs back to the House proper. How Gwyn's teal eyes might light upon seeing the necklace. For whatever reason...he could see it. But Azriel tucked away the thought, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly. A thing of secret, lovely beauty.

Bryce + Hunt

“Hunt had done that for her. She’d never stop being grateful for it--for him. Bryce’s heart tightened and something brighter than starlight filled her veins. It remained, shimmering and secret, glowing inside her for the rest of day.

Feyre + Rhys

The painting flashed into my mind. Flashed--and stayed there, glimmering, before it faded. But it remained, shining faintly, in that hole inside my chest. The hole that was slowly starting to heal over.

Gwyn + Azriel

Azriel dipped his head in a sketch of a bow, something restless settling in him. Even his shadows had calmed. As if content to lounge on his shoulders and watch.

Chaol + Yrene

“Good night,” he merely said. And as Chaol rode back to the illuminated palace across the city, he could have sworn that some weight in his chest, on his shoulders, had vanished. As if he’d lived with it his entire life, unaware, and now, even with all that gathered around him, around Adarlan and those he cared for...How strange it felt. That lightness.

Bryce + Hunt

Pain rippled through his body, but he managed to stretch out an arm. Managed to slide it over to her waist and tuck her into him. She made a soft sound and nuzzled her head into his neck. Something deep in him shifted and settled.

Nesta + Cassian

She knew she was warm and content, though it took her a moment to remember the reason. To realize she was still in Cassian’s arms. She reveled in it. Savored each breath that brushed against her temple, felt the press of his fingers along her lower back. A calm settled over her, strikingly similar to what she felt when she did her daily Mind-Stilling.

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The evidence is overwhelming and I didn't even cover all of it nor did I include the musical references SJM uses for each one (that's a post for another day). Contrary to what some may think, these aren't just pretty words SJM likes to use over and over again.

It's a pattern. 🖤😏

[cultgambles]

Like a Virgin

TOUCHED FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME 🎶

So dabi is probably a virgin, but if he did lose it, i feel like he would have lost it at like a glory hole or some shit LMAO so i’m writing it. Also he’s like in his early 20s here, before he joined the league.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Warnings: nsfw, virgin!dabi, def ooc, experienced gn!reader, afab, awkward, first time, public, semi-public, unprotected, wrap it before you tap it! soft, praise

Word count: 4k

Masterlist | Requests? Open

THE FIRST VISIT

The bar Dabi’s at is packed. People are close enough to be akin to sardines in a can. They’re all sweaty and moving to the beat of the music playing overhead. The strobe lights flashing gives a red, then blue, then yellow-green glow to the room. He usually spends his days here, nothing else to do for a runaway. He squeezes past a couple and leans against the wall, surveying the area with intense blue eyes. He takes a drag of his cigarette and lets the smoke fill his lungs. Dabi lets the butt of the cig slip out of his fingers and he extinguishes it under the toe of his boot.

He soon saunters off to the back of the bar, where the toilets are. There’s only one stall, so he’s stuck outside waiting for the two blokes before him to finish up. A couple on his left are pushed up against the wall, clearly lost in each other. He shoves his hands into his pockets and stares up at the ceiling, clicking his tongue in boredom. While there is a fair amount of graffiti littering the walls, one in particular pops out to him.

It’s a drawing of a keyhole, a pair of lips, and a key. “Keyhole?”

“What was that buddy?” the guy in front of him mumbles.

“Nothing, just lookin’ at that up there,” he says back.

The guy looks up. “Oh yeah, that’s been there for ages. A buddy of mine got the full experience, if ya know what I mean.”

Dabi nods. He can guess what it means. No one’s ever looked at him in that way, burnt skin and all. Sure, he used to be cute, but now? He couldn’t fathom it. He shakes his head.

No use dwelling on the past.

The restroom finally opens up and he’s able to relieve himself. Too many beers, maybe. As he’s zipping up his pants, out of the corner of his eye, he sees a small hole at almost waist level. He ducks down to inspect it. Above it, it says ‘stick it here!’ with an arrow pointing down.

“I know you’re there,” he hears a soft voice say from the other side. A slender hand reaches in slightly, curling a finger in a beckoning motion.

“I don’t think you’d want me,” Dabi says.

“That’s why it’s a hole in the wall. Being anonymous is kind of, like, the whole thing here. If you don’t want this, it’s fine, just send the next guy in.”

“You sucked off the other guys that were here before me?”

“No, I just got here. But my friend did.”

“Fine, I’ll give it a go.”

“Never done anything like this before?”

“No.” Dabi decides to be vulnerable for once. He clears his throat. “No one’s ever…”

The other person is clearly surprised, evident in their voice. “Why come here, then?”

“If you saw me, I don’t think you’d like me,” is all he says before slipping his soft cock through the hole. It’s at an awkward angle, but nothing he can’t manage.

“Well your cock looks nice. I’ll be vulnerable too. My name’s [Y/N].”

Dabi grunts as cold hands stoke down his shaft, just getting the feel of his weight. [Y/N] gives a few experimental tugs and slowly, it rises to attention. His cock’s nice, with a tip flushed red and two veins on the underside. [Y/N] runs their thumb over the slit as beads of precum build up at the tip. It’s now slick enough that [Y/N] can easily run their hand up and down. Dabi bucks slightly with each tug and he leans his forehead against the dirty wall.

The sensation of someone else touching him is so different from his own calloused hands, and he can’t help but keen at the feeling. Suddenly, a hot mouth envelops him.

He actually moans at this, to which he promptly curses. [Y/N]’s mouth feels like heaven, he can feel the back of their throat, their nose nuzzling at the base of him. [Y/N]’s hand massages his balls, involuntarily coaxing more sounds out of his mouth.

Dabi’s hips jaunt at one particularly hard suck and he swears he hears [Y/N] moan a bit.

“Are you touching yourself, too?” he manages to wheeze out.

[Y/N] hums, the vibration of it buzzing around him. “What if I am?”

“Oh fuck,” he curses. “A little more, doll. Your mouth feels fuckin’ perfect around me.”

Dabi feels the familiar tightening in his body and not long after, he shoots off without warning. [Y/N] milks him, hand and mouth working wonders to prolong his fulfillment. Dabi’s surprised that he cums in their hot mouth, that [Y/N] didn’t pull away. They pant in sync, even though a thin wall separates them.

“I--[Y/N]...”

“That was nice, stranger, hope to taste you again,” they say cheekily. Dabi hears the clack of their shoes and the soft lock of the door behind them. He’s still buzzing slightly from the sensation, but he manages to tuck himself back in his pants and wash his hands again.

When he comes out of the bathroom, a few people are standing there. Some impatient, others with a knowing look. One guy even gives him a thumbs up.

Dabi’s cheeks heat up as he ducks out of their way. He makes a beeline for the door and takes a deep breath. Did that really happen? It was the most thrilling thing that’s happened in a while, and selfishly, he wonders if it was good for [Y/N] too. Was he a good size? What about the taste? Dabi shakes his head and slinks off into the night. Maybe he’ll come back to the hole in the wall, if he’s bored and in the neighborhood.

Who is he kidding? [Y/N]’s mouth around him felt amazing.

THE SECOND VISIT

The next time he steps into the bar, it’s a Thursday, a couple of months after his experience in the bathroom. Same amount of people, but he’s the one who’s different. He’s decided the best way to salvage his skin is to keep the sutures he’s gotten intact. It’s painful, and he feels them bite into his flesh at every movement. He rubs at his nose, feeling the heat of his new piercings react to the pressure.

Dabi pulls out a stool at the bar and motions for the bartender. “What can I get ya?”

“Surprise me, I want something strong.”

“Gotcha, be ready in a few,” the bartender replies, turning around to clean a glass.

“Hey, I recognize your voice,” someone beside him drawls.

It’s someone about the same age as he is.

“Do I know you?”

“Hm, not sure, but I know a part of you.”

Dabi raises an eyebrow, and suddenly it hits him. “You’re [Y/N]?” Dabi looks them up and down. How did he manage to get such a hot little thing giving him attention like this?

“Surprised you remember my name, hotshot,” [Y/N] smiles, taking a seat next to him.

“What can I say, I remember good experiences.”

“Aw. That’s sweet.” [Y/N] sips at their martini. A silence washes over the both of them as they both survey the club. “Did you want to dance?”

“Couldn’t hurt,” Dabi shrugs, taking a swig of his drink and slamming it back down on the counter. [Y/N] drowns their drink as well and takes Dabi’s outstretched hand. They make their way to the center, near enough to the DJ that the music vibrates in their bones more intensely. [Y/N] puts Dabi’s hands on their hips as they both move to the beat. He dips his head down and bites at their ear. [Y/N] feels his hands creeping up higher, massaging into the flesh.

“You look good, [Y/N],” Dabi mumbles.

“I like the look in your eyes. I like the way you carry yourself,” [Y/N] smiles, tilting their head up to give him a wet kiss on his neck. “Your staples are cool.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I like the way they glint in the light. Like jewels. Are you ever gonna tell me your name?”

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

“You want me to call you daddy?”

Dabi smirks. “You said it, not me.”

After a couple more songs and being pushed by the crowd, [Y/N] asks if he wants to go outside.

“Lead the way, doll.” [Y/N] smiles and grabs his hand, tugging him out of the bar and into the cool night.

“I want to get to know you.”

“There’s not much to know.”

“What about your name, for starters? Where are you from?”

“I go by Dabi these days.”

“Dabi, hm? You runnin’ from something, Dabi?”

He chokes--[Y/N] pretty much got that one on the nose. “You could say that. I’m just trying to find my way now.”

“At least you’re trying. I feel like I’ve been stuck in the same loop since forever!” [Y/N] whines.

“Do something new then,” he says, like it’s obvious.

“I wish it were that simple.”

“Why isn’t it?”

“Well you’re one to talk. You just said it yourself, you’re still finding your way.”

“I’ll change my sentence. I’m looking for someone, and they’ll show me the way,” Dabi’s uncomfortable at the very least. He hasn’t real talked with someone in so long.

And with a complete stranger, no less. But somehow, [Y/N]’s presence is comforting.

“And who are you looking for?” Dabi looks away.

“Fine, don’t tell me then. Keep your secrets.”

“Sweetheart, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

[Y/N] stops. Turns to look at him. “I think you want change. I don’t know in what way, but I get the feeling you’ll do whatever it is to get that change. Am I right?”

“No,” he says, like a liar.

“I hope you’re able to do whatever it is, Dabi.”

Dabi nods awkwardly in thanks. In the moonlight, [Y/N] looks beautiful. Stern, and strong. “Tell me about you.”

“Me? I’m going to uni to become a teacher. I work at a coffee shop. I’m sleep deprived. That’s pretty much it,” [Y/N] shrugs.

“And you give bj’s to random guys in bathrooms,” Dabi adds.

“Oh yeah, and that. I guess that was out of my usual loop. I’ve only ever done that one other time, you know.”

“You were right, it was nice. Being anonymous I mean,” Dabi reveals, “I’m not much of a looker.”

“Well, I think you’re handsome. C’mon, let’s go sit on that bench. I’m tired of walking.” Dabi doesn’t know how to respond--no one’s called him handsome before. The only thing beautiful about him that he would consider would be his fire.

Yeah, those flames are a beauty. Dabi clears his throat and sits next to [Y/N] on the bench. He turns to them. [Y/N] is looking up at a couple birds flying in the sky.

The two sit in silence until Dabi feels [Y/N] shiver a bit. Dabi looks down at them and tentatively throws an arm around them.

“You’re warm, Dabi,” [Y/N] sighs, leaning into his chest. He can smell their scent, and his mouth waters slightly.

“I have a fire quirk.”

“That’s funny. Mine’s a water one.”

“Don’t put me out,” Dabi jokes.

“Don’t give me a reason to.”

“Can I touch you?” Dabi blurts out.

“You’re dirty,” [Y/N] smirks, “Out in the open? What if we get caught?”

“No one’s out here,” he laughs.

“If you heat up your fingers, maybe?”

“Anything for you.” Dabi’s lucky [Y/N]’s wearing a skirt, he can just easily run his fingers over their thighs and dip into the warm flesh of their lower stomach. [Y/N] reaches out to hold Dabi’s wrist tentatively. Their hands are quite smooth, unlike his, and he’s tempted to bring one up to cup his face in a tender motion.

His hands run up their skirt and stroke their sex lightly through the lace there. [Y/N] keens slightly, bucking up for a bit more friction. He’s looking for all those delicious reactions, any hint of distress or pleasure. Afterall, he wants to be good for [Y/N]. He takes a shallow breath. Hopefully he just doesn’t mess up. Instead of thinking about it too hard, he guides [Y/N]’s face to his own with his other hand and gives them a sweet kiss.

“You’re so tender, Dabi. The opposite of what you look like. You look like you could just eat me up and leave nothing but bones.”

“Next time, sweetheart.” He sucks a hickey into their neck and pushes thier panties to the side. He rubs at their clit softly, drawing in small, tight circles. [Y/N]’s already getting wet, and he runs a finger over their slit to gather some wetness to relieve the raw friction.

“Can’t you make some pretty noises for me, baby?”

[Y/N] whines. “Stretch me out with your fingers, Dabi. Gently, okay?”

He watches [Y/N]’s chest rise and fall with every heavy breath they take. He nods, tentatively pushing in with one finger. They’re warm and tight and his dick jumps at the thought of being inside of them completely. His fingertip presses the walls slightly, feeling the gummy texture. [Y/N] pulls up their skirt to their stomach and Dabi’s eyes glue into the way he’s slowly thrusting in and out of them. He adds another long finger. His fingers come out slicked, glistening in the moonlight.

“Am I doing good for you?” he says before he can think.

“Yes, Dabi. You’re doing a good job, baby. You’re making me feel so good,” they say breathlessly, rubbing up on his palm for more friction. Dabi leans in to kiss them again, which they happily return. A few more swipes, and he feels [Y/N] tighten up slightly, rhythmically. “I’m close. I...ah…” their voice catches as they cum around his digits.

“Oh, baby,” Dabi coos. He gingerly pulls his fingers out and brings them up to his mouth to taste their essence.

“Hard to believe you’ve never done that before,” [Y/N] laughs.

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes, pulling them to their feet and pulling down their skirt. He brushes a stray hair from their face tenderly. He liked how [Y/N] took the time to guide his movements. Something he hasn’t had in a very long while. [Y/N] smiles, taking his larger hand into theirs and squeezing reassuringly.

“Let me take you home, doll. It’s getting late.”

[Y/N] tells him their address softly. “I hope you don’t come murder me, now.”

“I’d never murder a sexy thing like you.”

“You just want the full experience, huh?”

“Can’t hate me for it. Everything else has been good, you can’t deny it.”

“Never would.” They stop in front of an apartment building, standing awkwardly. “I’ll be seeing you,” [Y/N] says sweetly and reaching up to kiss his cheek.

Dabi nods, smiling slightly. He watches [Y/N] ascend the stairs and disappear out of view.

THE FINAL VISIT

Dabi’s sitting on the bench where he and [Y/N] were those couple of weeks ago, mindlessly swiping on his phone. He’s got a message from Giran that reads Got someone I’d like you to meet. He’s not excited, but whatever, if it gets him closer to his goals he could deal.

“Hey, stranger,” he feels something kick his boot. Dabi looks up, ready to burn the person to a crisp until his eyes meet familiar [eye color] ones.

“Oh, it’s you,” Dabi mumbles. He sits up a bit straighter and makes room for them.

“It’s me,” they smile, sitting next to him. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I’ve been busy.” Flaming people, he adds in his head.

“Wanna go for a drink? It’s happy hour.”

“Nothing better to do now,” he says.

“Not too busy for lil ol’ me?”

“How could I resist someone like you?”

“Ha. You can’t.” [Y/N] sticks their tongue out and the two make their way over to the bar. Dabi pays for the both of them and they sit at a booth watching the crowd.

[Y/N] leans into the heat of Dabi’s chest and he fights to get his heart under control. “How’s your quest going?”

“It’s fine. A little closer, as of twenty minutes ago, actually. Still stuck in the same loop?”

“Well that’s good. And sort of, though I think it’s about to change. I’ve got an interview tomorrow. I’m just hoping it’ll go well.”

“I’m sure you’ll do great, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.”

“How ‘bout some good luck sex?” Dabi waggles his eyebrows. [Y/N] giggles.

“Missed me that much, huh?”

“Sure, if you wanna think that,” he shrugs, trying to hide his blush into a cough.

[Y/N] pulls his face towards them and plants a sweet kiss on his lips. “Since you asked nicely.” Dabi gives them a questioning look. “I like the texture.”

“Not the only thing that’s textured,” he says huskily.

“Something new? Show me.” Dabi takes their hand and leads them into the dusk. The sun is disappearing behind tall buildings, clouds orange and pink and beautiful.

“Let’s go to my apartment,” [Y/N] says, “you remember where it is, right?”

“Yeah. Be careful when you invite strange men into your house,” he chides as they walk briskly down the street.

“Don’t be a stranger, then. Besides, somehow if I was in trouble, I think you’d know.”

Dabi hums. He’d like to think that, but with his crazy life, he could be out across the country. [Y/N] and Dabi finally stumble up the stairs and they jam the key into the lock, and turn it so it clicks open. They’ve almost got it open when Dabi huffs and pushes them into the room roughly. “You’re being too slow.”

“C’mon, at least let me lock the door.”

“Doll, if any sorry son of a bitch decided to come in, I’d first let them watch us and then burn them to a crisp,” he growls. And much more softly, “you’re safe with me.”

Dabi reaches down to grab their waist and pull them closer, while[Y/N] wraps their arms around his neck. They trade heavy kisses for a while, his tongue poking into their mouth and running along the teeth. [Y/N] leads him backwards to where he can only assume is where the bedroom is.

Their room is messily made and he bounces on the bed a bit when he’s pushed down onto it. [Y/N] climbs onto his lap and he bites at the expanse of skin between their neck and shoulder. They trace fingers along his rough skin, the staples, and lastly, cup his cheek. “Purple is my favorite color,” [Y/N] whispers before pulling their top off.

“Cheesy,” is all Dabi says, shrugging his coat off and pulling his shirt off. Slowly, his hands reach up to cup the soft flesh under their bra, rolling the nipples between his fingers. [Y/N] reaches behind to unclasp the hooks there.

“What happened to you?” [Y/N] asks as more of his flesh is revealed.

“My quirk. It’s not too good on my body.”

“Wish I could heal them like Katara.”

“Like, Avatar?”

“Duh,” [Y/N] lifts a hand and summons a floating ball of water.

“Water is soothing on them,” he says, watching it swirl and lap around. [Y/N] smiles, bringing it to his upper chest and softly pushing it through the grooves of skin. Dabi’s eyes close in appreciation and he flips them over so he’s hovering over their frame. He leans down, kissing everywhere he can manage: tummy, chest, neck. [Y/N] giggles. He makes his way down to their hips and slowly undoes the jean button and unzips the zipper. [Y/N] squirms to help him pull their pants down, and he tosses them somewhere behind him.

He breathes in their scent, leaving a soft kiss on their underwear. He removes those too. It’s his first time seeing this in person, and he’s amazed that he's even got this far. Is this how [Y/N] felt when they saw his member? It’s straining against his own jeans.

[Y/N] pets his hair. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.” He tentatively gives a kitten lick up the slit, and [Y/N] shivers at the sensation. He sucks at the bundle of nerves there and grips their hips. His hot mouth attaches to them, tongue swiping out to explore the area there.

He eats them out like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have, and it quickly is becoming his favorite activity. [Y/N]’s reactions are the best, and he likes how warm their thighs are around his ears.

They moan out his name softly. “I want to feel you inside me already. Please.”

“You’ll have to wait, sweetheart. I want you cumming around my tongue.” [Y/N] makes a muffled sound into a pillow in almost disagreement. He continues his ministrations until wetness floods his mouth. It tastes much stronger than when he sucked his own fingers that time. He purrs in pleasure.

[Y/N]’s coming down from their high and he stands up at the end of the bed to take his pants off. “I’m a little different than when you last saw me.”

“Oh?”

He steps out of his boxer briefs and his cock bounces out. [Y/N] scrutinizes him closely. “Oh! You’ve got piercings!” They scoot to the end of the bed and reach a hand out to feel the barbell piercings.

Five in total. “Did those hurt a lot?”

“Didn’t feel amazing,” he deadpans.

“They’re cool, Dabi. You sure they’re healed up?”

“Yeah, baby.” [Y/N] leans back onto the bed, and he swears they look like an angel posed just for him. He’s hovering above them once again and they stare into each other’s eyes.

“I’m ready for you. Whenever you are,” [Y/N] says sweetly. He could melt at their consideration, and he nuzzles his face into their neck to show his appreciation.

He holds himself with his right hand and presses the tip against them. Slowly, he pushes in, warmth enveloping him in a delicious way. He bites his lip to suppress any embarrassing sounds that he could make. [Y/N] feels full in the best way, the piercings feeling odd, but not unenjoyable as they rub against their walls. They both adjust to each other, and soon enough, [Y/N] gives the okay that he can move.

He does, his hips moving slowly as he balances on his forearms. They’re both lost in the feeling of each other, and it’s beautiful and wonderful and amazing. [Y/N] brings his face down to share a sweet kiss.

“Is this good for you?”

“Yes, Dabi. You’re doing good. Making me feel so good. Ahh...your piercings feel so interesting. I’m not hating it at all, though.” Dabi blushes at the praise. “You can go faster.”

“Yeah? Can we try different positions?”

“Whatever you want, baby. We’re both in it together.”

Dabi nods, flipping them so [Y/N]’s seated on top of him. They look so poised up there, for a dick in them.

“Interesting choice,” [Y/N] laughs, rolling their hips and slamming down on him. Dabi’s head thrashes to the side and he lets out a groan. [Y/N] takes the reins, planting their hands on his chest and moving their body up and down. His hands reach up to hold their breasts, and he’s enamored how they move with the rest of them. He thrusts up experimentally and [Y/N] lets out a sound of their own.

“Don’t be shy, I wanna hear you. C’mon, [Y/N].”

“Hnng,” they whimper in response as he hits a particularly nice spot. [Y/N] falls to his chest and he wraps his arms around them.

“I’ll take over now,” he says, gripping their hips and pounding into them harder, his primal instincts taking over his brain. The sounds of their moans and skin slapping against skin echo throughout the room. [Y/N] chants his name like a prayer, and he loves how it rolls off of their tongue, especially since they’re filled with pleasure because of him. He feels them tighten around his cock and he almost cums right then and there.

“Dabi,” [Y/N] sighs. “Fill me up. I wanna feel you.”

“Baby, I’m as close as I can get.”

“Wanna feel you,” they mumble incoherently. [Y/N]’s eyes roll back, and their mouth opens in a pant. “Cumming...Dabi…cum with me...”

He feels the familiar tightening in his balls and he coaxes [Y/N] to hold out a bit.

“I can’t...I’m…Dabi…” [Y/N] squeaks as they both climax together. He languidly thrusts, enjoying the feeling of [Y/N]’s pussy milking him. He’s cum so much it’s leaking out and falling to the sheets in a puddle.

They allow their sticky bodies to just lay and be content in the afterglow of post-sex. Dabi pulls out slowly and holds [Y/N] in his arms.

“I’m glad you were my first,” he whispers.

“Cheesy,” [Y/N] giggles, turning around to grab their hydro off the nightstand. They take a long sip and offer some to Dabi, too. He drinks and [Y/N] lays their head back on his chest. “Can we just stay like this?”

Dabi just kisses them on the forehead and they both drift off to sleep.

Maybe the best sleep he’s had in a while.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” [Y/N] pokes his nose. Dabi grumbles out something unintelligible and opens his bleary eyes. [Y/N]’s standing over him in a blue sweatshirt that comes down to their thighs. “I’ve got breakfast for you. And there’s some sweats in the bathroom if you wanna wear ‘em.”

He nods and watches them walk out of the room. He finds the bathroom without much trouble and stands in front of the toilet. After yawning, he pulls on the sweats that are folded there. Dabi wonders if they’re an ex’s or what the deal is. He stumbles into the living room and [Y/N]’s sitting on the couch holding a plate above their lap. There’s one on the coffee table for him as well.

“Wanna watch anything?”

“Sure,” he says, plopping down next to them and inspecting the food.

“It’s just an omelet. I don’t have any poison, if that’s what you’re wondering.” [Y/N] clicks on the Netflix icon and pulls up a random movie.

“Thanks.”

Is this what he deserves? Soft mornings like these? He fights a smile that wants to bubble up. In this moment, he decides he’s found one person he’s been looking for. If Giran wants him to meet who he thinks it is, he’ll have to be much more careful, for [Y/N]’s sake.

But maybe that’s worth it when he can hear [Y/N]’s sweet laugh filter through his ears.

[cinderedrose]

Ahhahshshshhs I'm planning out animatics again

1. Bastila going nuts over Revan (song: Hellfire covered by Annapantsu)

Set over the course of Kotor

🎶 Beata Maria

You know I am a righteous man

Of my virtue I am justly proud

(Bastila is found walking around the ebon hawk, seeking guidance from the force)

🎶Beata Maria

You know I'm so much purer than

The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd

(She exits the hawk and frowns at couples found nearby)

🎶Then tell me, Maria

Why I see her dancing there

Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul

(The screen cuts to Revan fighting and being badass, then green eyes locking and they smile)

🎶I feel her, I see her

The sun caught in raven hair

Is blazing in me out of all control

(Bastila glances at the tatooine sun glittering in revans hair quite literally. She gets upset)

🎶Like fire, hellfire

This fire in my skin

This burning desire

Is turning me to sin

(She starts feeling conflicted, her eyes flash yellow as there's a quick flash of a fantasy)

🎶It's not my fault

I'm not to blame

It is the gypsy girl

The witch who sent this flame

(Bastila panics and runs into the dunes, sith figures loom over her)

🎶It's not my fault

If in God's plan

He made the devil so much

Stronger than a man

(Bastila claims its the force willing her to revan as their silhouette shows in the distance) 

🎶Protect me, Maria

Don't let this siren cast her spell

Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone

(Bastila is being tortured by malak thinking about Revan, Malak pretend upon this)

🎶Destroy Esmeralda

And let her taste the fires of Hell

(Bastila has fallen, resenting revan after seeing malaks side of things)

🎶Or else let her be mine and mine alone

(Bastila still lusts towards revan, she rubs some kind of cloth that belonged to revan on her face)

(A dark jedi and bastila converse)

🎶Hellfire, dark fire

Now gypsy, it's your turn

Choose me or

Your pyre

(Bastila and revan are dueling at the temple of the ancients)

🎶Be mine or you will burn

(She screams in rage and runs off)

🎶God have mercy on her

God have mercy on me

(Bastila feels guilty back in the star forge)

🎶But she will be mine

Or she will burn

(Revans sabers ignite onscreen and bastila lunges an attack)

2: revan trying to remember things but failing (song: Once upon a December cover by Caleb Hyles)

Set after the leviathan when my revan had their edgy mind controlling cybernetics destroyed

🎶Dancing bears, painted wings

Things I almost remember

(Revan is dreaming and unclear paintings of basilisk war droids and republic shuttles show as Revan walked towards them)

🎶And a song someone sings

Once upon a December

(Music notes surround revan like snow, some are drawn friendly and others are crooked and cracked)

🎶Someone holds me safe and warm

(Revan hugs themselves as the backdrop is the same shade of blue Aleks tattoos are)

🎶Horses prance through a silver storm

(Past Revan and Malak are speeding through tatooine on speeders and they pass modern revan)

🎶Figures dancing gracefully

Across my memory

(Modern revan is dueling an unknown figure while singing)

*instrumental*

(Revan is awake in the main hold and they hold their lightsaber with uncertainty

They ignite it and the color envelops the screen when the instrumental ends)

🎶Someone holds me safe and warm

(Revan hugs someone roughly Malak shaped)

🎶Horses prance through a silver storm

(Three children are recklessly riding a speeder across dantooine and this time modern Revan is driving)

🎶Figures dancing gracefully

(Revan and malak sized silhouette are sparring)

🎶Across my memory

(Revan snaps out of the trance and holds their head, frustrated)

🎶Far away, long ago

Glowing dim as an ember

(Revan lashes out with the force and ignites their sabers))

🎶Things my heart used to know

Things it yearns to remember

(They deactivate the blades and fall to their knees)

🎶And a song someone sings

Once upon a December

(Revan falls over crying)

[tllgrrl]

April Showers Bring Foolery and Shenanigans:

The Vacation Edition -Chapter 3, “Daddy’s Home” Part 1

Relationships: InTheDoghouse!Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson

(Inspired by Sebastian Stan’s cover story photo spread in L’Officiel Spring 2022. Photos by Greg Swales)

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Day 8. 3 Days and 3 nights later. Pre-dawn, Saturday morning…

🎵You’re my love, you’re my Angel.

You’re the girl of my dreams…🎶

She rolls over and reaches out to the other side of the bed, her hand falling onto the empty pillow that she grabs and hugs to her chest, inhales—smelling him—and exhales with a sigh.

🎶I’d like to thank you for waiting patiently.

Daddy’s Home…Daddy’s Home…to stay…🎶

(I must’ve…accidentally set…damn…the alarm clock…)

She would’ve been too busy to be absentminded if James had been there.

She would have been busy with James.

(James…)

She hugs the pillow tighter, smiling, remembering the dream she was in the middle of, slowly opens her eyes, and looks through the balcony doors that she left slightly open despite the chilly ocean breeze. She could hear the waves down on the beach and it helped her fall asleep during his absence.

The bedroom is West-facing so the sky is still dark over the Pacific, but it won’t be long before dawn begins to lighten the Southern California sky.

Bucky’s nightlights are softly glowing near the floor, providing the only light in the room.

One of them is at her side of the bed, near the floor, by an unrolled sleeping bag. (Just in case.)

The other nightlight is near the bedroom door.

🎵It wasn’t on a Sunday…🎶

The music continues. But…it sounds like it’s coming from…downstairs?

🎶Monday and Tuesday went by…🎶

Then she smelled coffee.

(Waitaminute…did I…? Oh, no…)

She wondered how she’d set Jarvis to start playing music and making coffee this early in the damn morning, and was about to cancel the command when from the other side of the room she hears a deep, soft…

“Utata usekhaya, Intanda…”

Sarah sat bolt upright in bed, grabbed her fixed blade from the nightstand and yelled,

“JARVIS—!!“

Instantly, the room was lit with flashing lights as the familiar voice chuckled and commanded,

“Jarvis Cancel 3-10-17 Ingcuka emhlophe.”

The flashing lights stopped, leaving the lamp on the occupied side of the bed, Sarah’s side, lit.

“Very good, Sargent Barnes.” The AI voice said, briskly.

There was Bucky, looking like a dream standing in the bedroom doorway, wearing only a loose, open, silk robe, boxers, socks, slippers, his ancient dog tags…and a mile-wide grin, seeing his Intanda, kneeling in the middle of the bed, wearing one of his shirts, and clutching the Gerber Mark II, one of his favorite knives, that he’d given her for her birthday.

She watches him practically lick his lips and nod, his left hand giving her his little 3-finger wave.

“Hey, Sarah…”

“BUCKY ?!? What the WHAT?!?”

(Shit. She called me ‘Bucky’.)

To be continued…

(Previous chapter.)

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Note: April Showers…The Vacation Edition is also at AO3: CH 1 / CH 2 / CH 3, Pt 1 / CH 3, Pt 2 / CH 3, Pt 3 / Epilogue

As they aren’t blessed with these lovely photos, instead they are more descriptive and are a bit more expanded. Chapter 3 is in 2 parts. Part 1 is Rated G/T. Part 2 is Rated: M/E as in Mature and Exclusively for Grown Folks.

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In tune

Xinyan strums a guitar at the Liyue harbor, casually enjoying her own company. She tried not to play as loud as usually did, but then the sudden sound of a lyre grew closer. She turned to see Aether approaching. She quickly recognized the tune to be Rapid as Wildfires and quickly switched her melody.

Xinyan:Mind if I chime in!?

Aether:I was hoping you would!

Without realizing it, Xinyan began playing a little louder. The music brought a few onlookers to them, but what Xinyan wasn’t expecting was to hear the power of energetic drums across the harbor. It was her favorite exorcist in his drummer outfit no less. Xinyan did not hesitate to run over to blend their sound.

Xinyan:Wearing my favorite outfit I see? You look so handsome!

Chongyun:*red* Please, I’m trying to focus.

Xinyan:Hehe don’t get shy on me now. We got an audience.

Aether raised a rock platform below Xinyan to boost her range. Again, she played louder with each not increasing with burning passion. Though a performer, Xinyan began losing herself in the music, shutting her eyes, until another amazing guitar snapped them open.

Besides her was Venti. He gave a wink then started head banging in sync with her while the crowd before them joined. Flames spewed and erupted on Beidou’s boat behind them with Yoimiya launching fireworks.

As the sun set, Ayaka rose up and off the boat with two microphone stands. She quickly ran over to Xiyan to be raised by another platform. She handed one to her and they smiled at the increasingly growing crowd.

Xinyan:Liyue, are you ready to rock!!!

Crowd:YEEEEAAAAHHHH!

Millelith: Umm should we-

Keqing:Do not bother them. I’ll take responsibility for any mishaps.

Time went by in a flash. The glow of sunset vanished into full night with lanterns and embers illuminating the night. The band lost track of the songs they played and lyrics they sung with all their heart. As much of a thrill as it was, Xinyan was officially running on fumes.

Xinyan:All right folks, thank you all for rocking out! It’s been so much fun and an honor but I think I need to eat, haha.

Ayaka:Hold on just a minute. There is one more song to sing.

Venti:Yeah we worked really hard on it!

Xinyan:Huh? We did?

Venti:Not you silly! They did! A one and a two and a-

Crowd:🎶Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday our rock star~ Happy Birthday to you!🎶 Wooooo!

Xinyan:Aww…you guys. That…you all didn’t have t- *eyes watering* I mean…

She was at a loss for words. The sounds of people’s cheers and praise stunned her into a smile of pure happiness. Her fellow musicians bunches up to hug their crying rock star. All of them joined hands and took a well deserved bow that gained another round of applause.

As the crowd dispersed with songs in their hearts and passion burning bright, Xinyan was still overwhelmed with emotion. She found a spot by the water while all her friends cleaned up or ate food graciously brought by Xiangling. Aether came to sit by her, offering a plate.

Aether:So, is their a manger position open or…

Xinyan:Buddy, you can be manager, musician, or even a vocalist as long as you’re with me!

Aether:Hehe, I’ll spare the crowd from my voice.

Xinyan:Nonsense! *hugs him* On day we’ll really start jamming. I can see the posters now.

Aether:Happy Birthday Xinyan.

Xinyan:*smiling* This is the best day of my life!