#I mean come on how do you eat rice with a fork

[dcxdpdabbles]

Cave boy Danny starts talking about one of the debates Tucker and Sam without mentioning their names when asked who the two are,Danny panics again and says that Sam is Selina since that's not that big of a jump when he starts saying her name

"One of my best friends would agree with you." Brucie suddenly speaks up one night at Dinner when Damian rants about his school not offering enough Vegetarian options. "She is an ultra-recyclo-vegetarian."

Bruce blinks having never heard the term before. A quick glance around the table tells him that neither have the others. Must be slang from his universe then. "What does that mean?"

"She doesn't eat anything with a face," Brucie explains. The curve of his lips has the tiniest amount of bestowed fondness that could only come from infatuation. Oh, Brucie is sweet on the girl. Bruce feels mildly alarmed as all his kids and Alfred sits up in interest when spotting it.

Unaware of what he just unwillingly gave away Brucie continues "Not to be confused with being a vegan because she will eat bread and cheese, but not often. She gets real mad when people mislabel her."

Dick grins, leaning over his forgotten dinner to pin Brucie under an eager stare. "I bet. Mislabeling is the worst."

"It is!" Brucie agrees, seemingly satisfied that someone else feels the same. "Especially when getting her to like you is like trying to get a cat's approval. But it's totes worth it when you do. No one has your back better than her."

A....cat's loyalty? Oh no. Surely it couldn't be-?

"What's your best friend's name?" Steph speaks up asking what's on everyone's mind. They all lean in a little closer as Brucie mindlessly gathers some rice on his fork.

"Her name is Sa-" Brucie takes a bite of his rice before swallowing. It takes everything in him not to quote Alfred and scold him for speaking with his mouth full. How Brucie grew up with such manners, Bruce would never know. "Selina! Her name is Selina."

Oh.

It seemed even in another world Bruce's heart would fall into Selina Kyle's hands.

His kids all but burst into cheers. Even Jason, and that was very hard to accomplish in the last few years.

"I knew it! I knew it!"

"Of course, it's Selina! Who else could it have been?"

"I suppose Kyle is not too horrid a partner for Father."

Duke and Cass high-five while Alfred seems to be glowing in parental pride as the other kids chat about his on-and-off girlfriend again. If a civilian version of himself still fell for her, Bruce could convince his Selina to quit the crime life and be his permanently.

Brucie stares a comprehensive eye around the table, so Bruce takes pity on him.

"I have a Selina as well. My kids....enjoy her company." He says, watching blue eyes swing at him as tiny black bangs fall slightly over them. It's adorable, and he finally understands why he had so many admirers. He bets civilian Brucie breaks just as many, if not more, hearts than he did at that age. "How long have you known Selina for?"

"Um...since she moved to my school when we were ten, so about four years, give or take?" Brucie shrugs, a slight blush overtaking his face. "She's great."

Oh, Bruce bet she is.

"Wait." Tim suddenly speaks up, eyes narrow in mistrust. Bruce had noticed before that the second youngest was suspicious of their dimensional visitor. He had been meaning to pull him aside to talk about it. "You said one of your best friends. Who is the other?"

"...Ethan. My other best friend is Ethan," Brucie says after a moment. He must mean Ethan Bennett. Bruce thinks wistfully of the old days when he would play basketball with his dear friend before he was lost in Clayface.

But why did Brucie pause on Ethan's name like that? It almost seemed like he was very carefully selecting that name or was trying to control his facial reaction to it.

A familiar blush bloomed over Brucie's checks and- oh. The boy had spoken about wishing he was from a world where bisexuality was more common, didn't he?

It would make sense. It's not like Ethan hadn't crossed his mind once or twice when Bruce was a teenager, either.

Tim's eyes narrow further. "I don't believe you."

"And I believe you can't stand the sight of your reflection because you're convinced no one will ever want it either." Brucie cheerfully chirps back before closing his eyes and sighing as if tired. He slumps in his chair, leaning his head against the headrest. "Sorry, that was mean. I'm trying to be less mean."

Bruce frowns at him, aware of Tim's eyes going glossy to his right but his son doesn't seem to want to step away. All conversation stops as they glare daggers at Brucie. Dick especially seems the most upset. "That was uncool Brucie"

"Yeah, sorry force of habit. My older sister and I-"

"Your what?" Bruce cuts him off, wondering if he heard right.

"My older sister?"

"You have a sister?"

"Yeah, don't you?"

"No," Bruce whispers. "No, I don't. I'm an only child."

"Oh. I'm the second youngest. I have an older sister, an older brother, and a younger sister." Brucie turns over to Tim to offer a sincere apology that the other gracious takes, but Bruce can't hear him over the sound of blood rushing between his ears.

"Mother and Father had more children?"

"Kind of." Brucie's face twists slightly in consideration. "Tommy and Harley are adopted. They are technically cousins since they were made by my uncle Vlad. Kate.....my older sister Kate, is my aunt Alicia's bio-kid but she was raised by my parents since she was one since Aunt Alicia wasn't...in the best mental state to care for her. No hard feelings are between them."

"Tommy, as in Tommy Elliot?!" Dick gasps, springing to his feet. "He is your adoptive older brother!?"

Brucie appears startled by his reaction, but he nods all the same. Bruce feels dread sink into his stomach.

"He's evil!" Dick shouts.

"I know." Brucie shrugs, uncaring. "Tommy has some issues, and he had them since he was...fourteen, but he's not dangerous.."

"Did you all miss that he said Harley is his younger sister? Harley as in Harleen Quinzel?" Jason cuts in, twisting to pin Brucie with a hard stare. "That's her real name, isn't it?"

"Well, her real name is Harleen Wayne, but she prefers Harley," Bruice says carefully. "Why? Do you know her?"

"She's evil too!" Dick gasps. "Brucie, you're in terrible danger with those two around!"

"Nah, Kate will stop them." Brucie waves his hand. "Sides Tommy and Harley are always traveling. Neither are home much these days."

Bruce feels a headache growing behind his eyes as Dick desperately tries to explain what happens to Brucie's adoptive siblings in their world. At the same time, his counterpart argues on his sibling's behalf.

(No one knows about the electric candles disappearing from the dinner table as the house descends into madness, trying to make the dimension travel realize his danger. Even fewer are aware of Danny's silent apology to Sam, Tucker, Jazz, Dan, or Dani for butchering their names and somehow still connecting them to someone in this world.)

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[luveline]

Babe congrats on quitting!!!

I live coworker!James sm he is so lovely and i cant heló bit asking for more

R having a bad day and James doent know until he teeases her and she just like opens up to James a bit more?

thank you!!

You can’t escape Remus’ sweet questions of concern, though he’s tactful. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Remus asks, James a haunting somewhere near the customer complaints desk. 

“I’m fine.” 

“You really don’t wanna come to dinner with me?” 

It’s a nice offer, but Remus is part of a package deal, and he’s the only one of the three who isn’t exhausting; Remus’ boyfriend Sirius is well meaning but so beautiful and so alarmingly aware of it, while James is all those things too, but much less subtle about it. “I’m too tired for the walking, thank you. I’m just gonna stay here and eat my sandwich in slow bites.” 

Remus laughs, wrapping his scarf tight around his neck. He doesn’t tuck it under his coat. Sirius will do that for him. It’s heartbreaking to see every day, a reminder of real love in the world that will seemingly never touch you, but it’s cute too. 

James rockets back to his desk. He’s always in a hurry. Half-frantic, he pulls his rucksack from under his desk and unzips the main body. To your horror, he unveils a large Tupperware of white rice, asparagus, and what looks to be chicken thighs. Next comes his portable knife fork. 

He notices your watching. “It’s just rice and chicken,” he says defensively. 

“No, I’m not–” You shake your head. “Not about what you’re eating. Eat what you want, James.” 

“Don’t I always?” he asks. “Not about what I’m eating. Your general look of disgust and disdain is to do with something else, then. Did you accidentally look in the ladies bathroom mirror again?” 

“It’s nothing.” 

James tucks his chair in, face paused, hands hesitating at the sides of his dinner and then flat to the desk. “Hey, is something wrong?” 

Maybe his comment before struck a nerve. Maybe you’re having a terrible day, and everything’s piling up, and you can’t be expected to keep in your feelings forever. Or maybe you’re dumb. “Guess I did look too long in the mirror,” you say. 

“You’re upset?” he asks, startled.

You shake your head vehemently. Slow. “I’m just having a bad day.” 

“What happened?” 

You stare at him for a moment, take in the concerned twitch of his brows as they pull down and in, the set of his nice mouth, remarking to yourself on how the snarky sarcasm erases itself from his expression so quickly, leaving behind a boy with a very sweet face. 

His hand curls into a loose fist. “You don’t have to tell me.” 

“I don’t know if you ever get this, but sometimes I,” —your face goes white hot suddenly, an acknowledgment of the powers over you you’re giving him in needing reassurance— “look at myself and I feel a bit off. And I thought if I had lunch by myself I’d have time to not be looked at? Um. Which is why I was unhappy. Not because of you.” You frown at him. “You do make me unhappy, though.” 

He pretends to laugh at your weak insult, which is generous. “So you actually did get upset looking in the mirror? Shortcake, I was kidding about that, it's not like it makes any sense.” 

You frown at one another. “Why not?” 

“Because you’re nothing worth being upset over?” James suggests. “You’re pretty. You know you’re pretty.” He points at you with his fork. “You do know?” 

“No,” you mumble. 

“I’m not telling you again,” he says, looking strangely as though he’d quite like to tell you again. 

“I’m consistently below average.” 

“Where? Do you have an address? I must go to this place where you’re the standard.” 

Something weird and queasy summons to life in your chest, before levelling into a surprising pleasure. That was definitely a compliment, and from James, though annoying he might be, it means a lot. He’s outrageously good looking, after all, and especially when he smiles, which is nearly constant. He’s smiling now with the fondness of someone who knows you better than he actually does. 

He ruins it rolling his eyes. “You’re ridiculous. Which I’ve come to expect!” he says, sliding a thumb under the clasp of his Tupperware. “Why would you think you’re not lovely? To look at, that is. You’re a huge pain otherwise.” 

“That’s uncharacteristically mean, even for you.” 

“I’m balancing it out. Want some asparagus?” 

You excuse yourself for a quick trip to the bathroom, where you mouth questions at your reflection of the puzzled variety. Has James been replaced by a body snatcher? Or are you finally seeing the version of him everybody else in the office seems to know?

When you get back to your desk, your figurines have been upended by a ‘freak earthquake’. He’s back to normal.

[badgyalshii]

WANNA TRY IT WITH ME?

word count: 3.1k?

warnings! smut, maybe some typos, oral (f) and missionary, overstimulation, some dirty talk.

pairing! only fans!timothee chalamet x (f) friend!reader (ALWAYS SAFE FOR POC + PLUS SIZE)

a/n: hereee goes my long awaited apology for the finale of its never over🙄 i hope you guys enjoy! two hands on the phone please😏 the “xxx” is a divider btw i just got lazy lmao TELL ME IF IT SERVES CUNTTTT (requests are open)

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It was no secret that timothee owned a onlyfans, he didnt really talk about it though. He didnt want it to be the main conversation between him and his friends, he kept the subjects separated but he was very close with his fans. You said you would always support what he does and even registered for an account to follow him, he tried to fight it and block you from his page, but you said it wasnt really that big of a deal considering you would never open the app and just to let you love him, to which he sighed and let it go, but convsersations were awkward because in the back of his mind he didnt know and was wondering you ever watched his videos. It was only a side gig, but he wanted to focus on college and small acting.

One day, you decided to initiate the conversation with timmy while you both ate chinese. ¨i just felt like if i talked to you about it then it would be hard for you to separate me from being a normal sensitive person from being ya know….that¨ he explained, you shrugged. ¨i mean, i wouldnt look at you differently- not that ive watched but i know you, and how could i judge such a sweet person like you? The only thing that i would have questions about is, like, is it awkward? On camera? Im not even comfortable with myself so put myself on camera and do that-¨ ¨if you dont like yourself, trust their is someone to appreciates you like ten times more than you do on a good day. Theres no reason for you to feel like that¨ he said looking over before eating the rice with a fork. You let out a hum and things fell silent as you both watched a movie, but it was clear you both were thinking. ¨would- would you like…¨ he looked over at you, your eyebrows lifted as you looked at him, he seemed nervous as his cheeks were slowly turning rosy, he cleared his throat before finishing his question. ¨like try it?¨ he asked, ¨erm¨ you said before thinking to yourself, ¨maybe with someone i trust, could be fun¨ you smiled before asking for the rice, taking a forkfull bite off of the same utensil that timmy used. He shrugged, becoming more comfortable, seeing as you were rather chill about the situation, it was a joke to him, what he was about to say, but the tone that came out otherwise said different.

¨wanna try it with me?¨ your eyes widened in surprise, to which he laughed, ¨joking, im joking¨ he let out with a nervous chuckle leaving his lips, his face was visibly warm now, a big grin on his face trying to fight off the fact that he said that. You chewed and swallowed your rice carefully, not saying a word and looking at him while he looked at you, itching and waiting for your response. You shrugged, ¨fuck it¨ your stomach was doing flips, what were you saying? Are you fucking serious? You thought after you said that, your eyebrows high and a side smile on your lips. His mouth parted, ¨when-when would you wanna do it?¨ he asked, ¨its your page, shouldnt you make the rules?¨ you muttered, setting down the rice. ¨tommorow maybe?¨ he let out, watching you get up, you said yeah and said you had to use the bathroom.

When you made it to the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror before letting out a sigh and putting a hand on your face is disbelief, what had you singed yourself up for? Why were you just talking? Were you just talking? It was clear that you both were very attractive, so imagine what people think. Your shared friends already think you guys have something casual going on, so would they really be surprised if you both busted out with a cake saying ¨we did it! We fucked! (and recorded)¨? You bit your lip before running the water and washing your hands, before exiting out of the bathroom and sitting next to timothee again.

XXX

You both shyd away about the idea even if it was just the next day, but here we are. You sat ontop of timothees bed, fully clothed and your hair out of the way. You bit your lip, you were anxious, you didnt know how to feel about this, how would others take it? What if they didnt like you? What if you didnt like it. Timothee sat infront of you the entire time, telling you that it was okay if you didnt want to do it and reassuring you the entire time and double checking in with you. As nervous as you were, there was a small burst of excitement that jumped in your stomach.

He bit his lip, ¨you ready?¨ he asked, holding up the camera, about to record you. On the nightstand sat a white viberator, body oil, and lube just incase. He raised three fingers behind the camera, initiating a count down, he very soon pressed the record button, you saw the red small light from the camera flicker. A smile played on your lips from awkwardness but you tried your best to cover it up. ¨this is y/n. One of my closest friends who wanted to join us today¨ he chuckled, ëyes on the screen as he looked through the camera to see you. ¨but ill let her introduce herself¨ he finished, your eyes widened, you didnt know what to do. ¨im nervous¨ you let out with a pity smile and you both let out a laugh, ¨just get undressed while you introduce yourself¨ he let out a small grunt as he watched you immediately catch on and start pulling up your top.he bit his lip, he couldnt deny you looked fucking great, the way your breasts were laid pretty in that bra and how your hips sat with the hidden treasures just waiting to be touched. You watched as he slowly palmed himself and continued to record. You decided this was the right time to speak up.

¨my name is y/n, but timothee told you that¨ you laughed as you stripped your shirt off, muffled music played in the back but you both werent too focused on that, you wore a matching set for the circumstance, and when your bra was revealed he let out a muttered fuck and applied more pressure to his clothed cock. T̈his is my first time¨ you continued, looking over at the oil before reaching over, your ass in the air as you reached for it he let out a sigh, and watched as your back arched and when you came back at sat correctly, he lended his hand out, ¨i wanna do that¨ he said, and you complied, handing him the oil, he let out a small groan, he was as hard as a rock and youve barely even started, he had no shirt on but he had his grey sweatpants, he took the camera and set it up on its stand on the end of the bed.

When he looked back at you, you sat there innocently, you sat on the back of your calves, legs closed and looking up at him so lost, it turned him on that he could take control and lead you. He softly grabbed your neck and pulled you in for a slowly soft to passionate open mouth kiss, pulling your head towards himself before letting you go and moving behind you, his warm touch on your arms, following all the way up to your neck and you tilted your head back on his shoulder as he now kissed your neck and uncuffed your bra. ¨shittttt¨ he muttered, looking at your tits and taking them into his hands, to which they fit perfectly, your nipple between his first and middle finger, rolling them around as soft sighs of pleasure left your lips, he looked at you the entire time before applying a kiss to your cheek, then your lips. You closed your eyes and let him lead you, you felt like you were falling in his arms and allowed him to take you anywhere, you swore this is what you needed, you almost forgot the camera was even there. He put his hand on your waist before he reached for the oil and while he did that, you stripped yourself from your shorts, revealing your matching thong before getting back into pisition and you looked at the camera, thinking you should be more seductive, you looked at it and let out a moan as the warm oil hit your body, he rubbed it over your chest, your stomach, his touch was gentle the entire time, ¨can you bend over infront of the camera for me?¨ he asked gently, you looked at him and nodded, your ass was pointed to the camera and he moved behind you and to the side, his eyebrows raised as you arched as your already glistening cunt was soaking the thin material of the thong, he applied oil over your ass and rubbed it in before his hands crawled up to the sides of your thong, ¨is it okay if i pull this down?¨ he asked, you nodded and he looked at you before dropping your panties, he let out a sigh of satifacation and rubbed over your entrance, you let out a hum and arched your back further before he plunged a finger into your soaking wet cunt, your mouth dropped as he slowly fingered you, he watched as your walls tighten around his fingers, his mouth dropped and he couldnt wait to put his dick inside.

He lifted up your ass as he started to apply pressure and finger harder, your eyebrows furrowed as you looked back at him. ¨like that?¨ he asked as he continued to finger, you bit your lip and nodded your head, your hips moved back into his hand as a small smirk played on his face before he stripped his fingers away, you let out a whine, wanting him to keep going before he surprised you and applied his tongue to your clit, your mouth dropped, his tongue was circling and you let out a moan.

¨timmy” left your lips, fuck. Is this what you were missing out on? Your stomach has butterflies as you leaned back wanting more, he let out a chuckle against your lips in cockiness seeing as you were enjoying this. He shook his head against your pussy and you moaned his name again. ¨dont stop, make me cum timmy¨ he let out another hum against your pearl before pulling away with a pop. ¨make you cum? Want me to make you cum baby?¨ he asked, pumping his fingers.

You looked back at him and seen your juices covering his lips, you could finish just now, looking at his low eyes, looking at him made it seem like he was clouded with ecstasy. He licked his lips and you nodded, letting out a soft please. He kissed your ass before getting on his knees and pulsing into your pussy harder, your eyebrows furrow as you close your eyes, opened mouth gasps and a deep moan just rips away from your lips, fuck, you couldnt take it. And the way timothee looked at you didnt help, ¨shit¨ he muttered, taking his thumb and rubbing your pearl in complete circles. Your mouth hung low as your belly started to heat up, you could feel yourself about to explode. You let out a whine and he bit his lower lip, ¨look at me, look at me while i make you cum¨ he circled faster, you looked at him desperate, desperate to finish.

And suddenly you did, ¨timmy!¨ you let out, your eyes rolling and the way he tried to ride your high out was overstimulating for you so you jerked your body from his fingers, to which he laughed at. ¨shut up¨ you laughed, putting your heand in your hands as your stomach continued to burn from the release. ¨you okay?¨ he asked again, you nodded yes and it was okay and that you were ready for the next round, he smiled at you, and you smiled back, before something else caught your attention. He was clearly breathing heavier and as you shamelessly panned his body, and something else was clearly looking at you.

He didnt try to hide it, instead, he grabbed it while he looked at you, ¨missionary? Or?¨ he asked. You shrugged in return, you liked that he mentioned missionary first, “is that a good angle?” you asked, “any shot with you in it is a good angle, y/n” he said, stripping from his sweats and boxers before coming over to press a kiss on your lips. Once again, the kiss became heated, he leaded you to lay on your back while your lips were still together. He came down and laid firm on you, pressing up against your bare pussy. You held onto his curls as his soft lips were on yours, his tongue entered your mouth, shamelessly clashing against yours, your teeth. It was so hot, he pumped himself before pressing up against your entrance. He rubbed his dick messily against your clit, looking at you jutter under his touch, he kissed your head before he entered slowly, a soft sigh left your lips as you made eye contact with him, watching his eyebrows press together from the easy slip in, to the tight satisfying feeling of your pussy wrapped around his hard throbbing dick. He looked at you for approval, and you nodded.

“y/n, fuck you feel good” he muttered, his mouth opening as you opened your legs further, wanting more. A throaty moan left your mouth as you leaned up on your elbows to watch him fuck you, his dick hit your spot everytime and he only moved faster. “Timmy, keep going” you moaned, your head tilting back from the euphoria. He reached up and grabbed your tit, massaging it as he continued to let out moans, “fuck, like that? You like that?” he muttered, now focusing and putting his hands on both sides of your head. He rocked his hips thorough, his mouth agape and low groans ripping away as the headboard of the bed clashed against the wall time and time again.

“yes! mmph-“ you were cut off by how deep his dick was inside you and how your sensitive nipples tickled in his touch, the way he looked so focused and lost in the moment only made you more wet, you tilted your head back and let out a cry, he was hitting the same spot over again and fucking you harder, you felt your walls clench desperately and that only motivated him more. “timmy!” you whine, putting your hand on his stomach and closing your legs around him, the sound of skin on skin became more relevant as he didnt stop, “i got you” he let out in a breathy, low and seductive tone.

he slapped your hand out of the way before taking it and your other and placing them ontop of the pillow, holding your hands by the wrist as he came down and kissed your sweet spot, “oh my- mmm!” a high pitched hum broke and tried to hide your neck, this was all so overpowering and it felt so good, “where do you want me to cum, y/n” he whispered in your ear, “fuck!” he closed his eyes and his hips rutted slowly, still having powerful strokes, “inside” you let out, he looks up at you before letting out a laugh, “are you crazy? you’re gonna get pregnant- shit” the pleasure took over, canceling his sentence.

“i wont” you shook your head, fuck thats all you wanted, for him to fill you up, give himself to you fully. he looks at you and presses a kiss to your lips before letting out an okay, he takes one of his hands off of your wrists to come down and rub your clit, but it was difficult considering how wet you were. your body was overstimulated and tried to fight his hand off by moving your hips, but when you moved them it just made him go deeper, past your spot, you froze in that position, your body shocked as he hit a point you didnt know anyone could. “fuck! dont stop!” you scream in a whiney tone, keeping your hips where they were. “cum for me” he said, his jaw clenching as he looked at you with all seriousness, “take it, take it from me make me cum!” you cry, his hand moved faster against your clit and more rough groans left his lips, your mouth suddenly became agape and he looked at you, your eyes pouring into his as you came. “timmy, im, im cumming” your eyebrows furrowed, it felt like the world stopped, your body jerked and released all the knots in your stomach. he came down and you both shared and open mouthed sloppy kiss, he bit his lip and and looked down at you, fucked you harder and the bed creaking and the camera was so close to flipping over.

“mmm” his lips pursed together, fucking you faster now, “timmy!” you cried again, before his mouth dropped, a whiney moan left him lips “y/n, y/n, aw, fuckkk y/n” he said over and over again, feeling his seed shoot up in your stomach as he looked at you, both eyes were desperate for each other, so hazed in the stars. he let you go and your arms went under his, holding him as he let out “uhs” as he finished cumming inside you, and making sure you got all of it as he messily rutted his hips until failure. your back came off the matress as you accepted the cum shooting up your pussy as your chest uncontrollably heaves.

his head falls into the deep of your neck, still breathing heavy but applied kisses there. Once he catches his breath, he sits back up and pulls out, a curse leaving your lips as he grabbed the camera and pointed it at you, you looked at him behind the camera, he was still breathing heavy and he reached his hand to your lips, his thumb brushing over them before you took it into your mouth and sucked, a smirk and a small chuckle left his lips before he took out his thumb and traced it along your body, you were covered in sweat, your body glistening heavenly, or at least he thought so. the camera following, all the way down until he zoomed in on your fucked out area, seeinng the cum slowly leaking from your hole and your clit visibly swollen. he separates your folds from each other, “man i could really eat you out again” he joked.

[iszaranothere]

Dialogue prompts but they're things the GameGrumps have said

Struggling to start your scene? Having trouble writing dialogue? Don't worry, I've got you fam. I even sorted them into two catagories, a clean one and a more vulgar one, for your pleasure. If you end up using one of them, by all means tag me in the post, I'd love to see it.

Clean quotes

"And then I fired, and then I missed."

"The bananas has gone bad!"

"BECAUSE HE'S A GREAT KISSER! …Is what I've been told."

"I don't understand why the Chinese don't just use forks and spoons."

"Shutting down. Rebooting."

"There's so many places that aren't Andorra!"

"Jennifer dumped me."

"Did you point? Did you point? DID YOU POINT?!"

"Today is football."

"I'm gonna lay face-down on the radiator."

"Just what the heck is going on here?"

"UNAVOIDABLE CHIN MOVE!"

"The carbuncle ate itself."

"At age six I was born without a face."

"Great to see you again! You must die."

"I'm grapes!"

"Why did my dad birth me?"

"That's crazy. Especially since… who cares."

"I'm the video game boy! I'm the one who wins!"

"Bienvenue powerbottoms!"

"MY DAD WORKS AT NINTENDO!"

"With great confidence comes great wonfidence."

"Get bigger hands!"

"MORE ONION PLEASE."

"Why do I have to suffer in this meat prison?"

"That baby is not a baby, that is a jelly bean with a face."

"I HAS BRO! DO YOU HAS BRO?"

"JUST SOMETHING HAPPEN PLEASE."

Vulgar quotes

"I mean look at the way he slurps up his soup, what an asshole."

"Don't believe me? Look at my resume! Thirty years experience in jacking off!"

"MY DICK'S FALLEN OFF."

"If you shit in a bowl of rice crispies, do they go snap crackle poop?"

"Who needs a blue coin when you got a fucking mental breakdown coming in the back of your head?"

(sing-songy) "My asshole burns 🎶"

"I'm gonna pre dude."

"It's Clifford the big red stab wound."

"You think Sonic shits?"

"What's more in the spirit of Christmas than eating ass?"

"I'll fucking kill you. I'll fucking kill you. I'll fucking murder your face, fuck you."

"I feel like I just came back from a mythical creature bukkake."

"Plump, sweet and begging for cream!"

"Isn't it weird how at least once a day your hand is touching your asshole?"

"GOD! IT'S SO HARD TO FUCKING FUCK!"

"I was the greatest load my dad ever shot."

"You think I came out of the pussy drawing fucking Mozart?"

"Oh, bump off you bumpin' grasshoe."

"I would fuck anything on this screen, including the animals and the bicycle."

"The only thing I bust are rhymes and nuts."

"Am I about to see your skyward sword?"

"WE WON'T LET THOSE FUCKERS TAKE THIS LAND!"

"I fucked a cantaloupe once."

[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (5)

BTS ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

Series Masterlist

Warnings: None

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You nearly choked on your food as you tried your best to swallow what was in your mouth. You had come to learn that the personal nurses to the patients in the underground could spend as much time as they wanted with the patient. It was more for the notes they needed to take should anything happen with those they were taking care of. 

From what you were able to tell, you thought Jungkook didn’t need that much time with you seeing as you felt he was a stable man. He was perfectly healthy which left you to question why he was there in the first place. However you figure it had to do with his DNA because according to the labs that he had to do they all called for his saliva to be tested. It made you grimace to think about how much the poor had to spit. 

“Try some.” Jungkook sat in front of you at the desk in his room. He turned it into a table after you suggested you have lunch with him. He had shoved some tteokbokki in front of you, which resulted in you pulling back from the fork.

“I'm fine, Jungkook.” You laughed, pushing the man’s hand back to his face. “Enjoy your lunch.”

“Can I have some of yours?” He asked, eyes sparkling as they took in your bowl filled with noodles.

“It's just ramyeon.” You laughed lightly.

“It's my favorite.” The boy grinned at you.

You huffed at the boy’s charm, but gave in. “Alright then.” You held out your chopsticks, trying to put some noodles on Jungkook’s plate without making a mess with the broth. However the boy leaned over to take the food right off your chopsticks, which made you blush. You smiled though, giggling at the way his cheeks puffed up from trying to take all the noodles in at once. 

As you moved to set your bowl back down, another pair of chopsticks came into view as they let go of the rice cakes that were on them. “Kook. I said I didn't need any.” You sighed, looking up at him.

“I took some of yours though.” He said grinning. “So you need to eat the same amount.” You laughed at his logic, but chose to enjoy the food Jungkook had given you. 

“Jungkook, I got some bulgogi by accident and wanted to know if you want it-oh.” You both turned to the person who had opened the door.

The man was tall and had broad shoulders that you caught sight of first. As you took in his looks, you noticed how plump his lips were. You almost felt jealous of them. He had longer hair that reached his neck and covered his ears. It made him look like a fluffy alpaca.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude.” The man spoke softly, holding onto a bowl with both hands. 

“It's alright, Hyung.” Jungkook called as he stood up to get closer to the man. “This is (Y/N)! My new nurse.” The boy sweetly introduced you, making you bow your head. 

“Hello. My name is Jin.” He bowed at his waist, looking back up to you.

“(Y/N).” You subconsciously said, smiling at him. His eyes seemed to have soften as they took in your look, entrapped by the way your aura seemed to be calm.

“I'll take your bulgogi.” The older man was interrupted as the youngest of the group took the bowl from him. 

You tsked, frowning as you watched the boy who only looked at you with wide eyes. “Jungkook.” You lightly scolded. “Tell him thank you.”

“Thank you, Hyung.” Jungkook bashfully said, pouting at being scolded by you.

“No problem.” Jin softly told the boy. His eyes wandered back to you as he tried to figure you out. 

He remembers the conversation he had with the other boys about you. It seemed the two youngest had taken a liking to you, while Hobi said you were an open book. However the eldest explained that while you were sincere, there was something blocking Hobi from looking into the kind of life you live. 

“Is there anything I can do for you?” You asked when you noticed he kept looking at you.

“No.” He shook his head just like Hoseok had. “Not at all. You're just—different.” He told you.

With how the last week had gone for you, you started to wonder what it was really like to live here. You have been told on multiple occasions that the nurses here were not the kindest, however with the way these boys have spoken to you it made you question just how bad things actually might have been.

“So I've been told.” You told Jin with a small smile. “All of the other patients have told me the same thing.”

“You've met the others?” The boy questioned, tilting his head to the side. 

“Just Tae and Hobi.” Jungkook answered for you, making sure to swallow the bulgogi he had eaten. “They said they liked her.” 

A laugh bubbled from your throat, feeling bashful at the boy's statement. “Well be sure to tell them I like them too.” You told him.

“Not more than me?” Jungkook asked, eyes large as they looked at you hopefully. 

“Are you making me pick favorites?” You playfully scolded, shaking you head at Jungkook’s question.

“Don't make her do that, Jungkook.” Jin actually scolded the boy. 

“Sorry.” He pouted. “But she was mine first.” His pout deepend more as he looked at you. 

“She doesn't belong to anyone.” Jin let out a deep breath, as if he was teaching something important to the boy. 

“How kind of you, Jin.” You smiled at him. You stopped yourself, realizing that you were being informal with him. “I hope you don't mind me calling you that.” You quickly said.

“Not at all.” Jin shook his head, a small smile on his face. 

“I'm going to put this stuff outside.” You gestured to the tray of lunch you shared with Jungkook. “I'll be back.” 

You gave Jin a grateful smile as he opened the door for you, bowing his head as you walked out. When you were gone, the older boy turned to the younger one with his arms crossed as he sighed deeply. 

“That's the woman you've been talking about?” The man asked. He looked at the boy he considered a brother, frowning as he thought all about what Jungkook had said about you. 

The way Jungkook told everyone about made it seem like you were heaven sent. Taehyung had happily backed up the youngest member, explaining how you loved his magic tricks. Hobi however had explained that while you were an honest person and everything about you was sincere, there was something you were hiding. 

“Jungkook, I don't want you to get your hopes up.” Jin spoke up.

“But she's different.” The boy pouted. “I've never felt like that before. She makes everything we've lived in the past 10 years seem like it was a fever dream.” Jin pursed his lips as he watched Jungkook have a dreamy look on his face. 

“Yes but Hobi told me there are things about her he can't find.” Jin tried to explain. “He's skeptical about her intentions.”

“Well my gut feeling is telling me she's perfect.” Jungkook stuck to his words. “Taehyung agrees too.”

“Taehyung is still learning about his abilities.” Jin claimed. “He's a far way from seeing people for what they truly are.”

Each one of them were able to sense certain things about a person and from what Jin gathered, you were an honest person. It did bring him joy to know there was someone out there who had such a kind energy surrounding them. However they had been there for so long they could never know who was real and who wasn’t.

Usually Hobi would be the one to tell them if the person was worth the time and not once have they found someone who would want to help them. You were also the first person who seemed to be an enigma to the most powerful of them all. It left Jin unsettled as the oldest of the group. He wanted to protect them all, but he also knew how much they wanted to find something to pull them back to the land of hopefulness. 

“Hi. I'm back.” Jin’s eyes softened at the smile you had on your face when speaking to them. “Jungkook says there is an artificial green house that doubles as a park. Would you like to join us, Jin?”

The boy's eyebrows raised when you turned to him, his lips twitching upwards. “No.” Jin politely shook his head. “I should be going back to my room. It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).” He bowed his head, moving around you to the door.

“You as well, Jin.” You called, waving your hand. “I hope you have a good day.”

The man paused at the door, breath getting stuck in his throat. He couldn’t remember the last time some had said those words to him. Couldn’t think about the last time someone sounded so sincere with him. Jin always felt he had some sort of obligation over taking care of all his members as the oldest. He didn’t rest until he knew they were all properly taken care of. He might not have been the leader but his position as elder was held in the same regard. He felt paternal over all of them, especially the younger ones. 

When he learned there was someone worming their way into their hearts, he wanted to make sure they would be safe. He understood now what Jungkook meant when he spoke about you. At your words he felt as though something had struck his heart and not in a bad way. 

“I guess so.” 

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[uglypastels]

hi hi! obsessed with your Sanji fic! i was wondering if you could do a sanji x f!reader where he takes good care of the reader during their time of the month? Like he made all the foods that are good for her and a treat to enjoy, while also giving massages and just whatever the reader needs? Thank you!

thank you so much for the request!! I tried not to refer to any period symptoms so technically this is more of a "gender neutral reader feeling sick" and can be read as any scenario. hope that's ok

no real warnings. i guess? just short fluff. not really proofread

If you didn't know better, you would think Sanji kept track of you, the way he knew exactly when to do and say what he needed to. You wouldn't even realise your own state yourself, only coming to terms with how badly you felt when he would be bringing you a hot cup of tea or cocoa or a large portion of the most comforting egg-fried rice. All without asking.

The truth was, he picked up on things. The smallest of details. The way your mood would change some days, or you would feel tired or sick. Maybe even without realising what the cause of it is at first. He just knew you didn't feel well and that he could be the one to help.

On days when you were particularly under the weather, and your legs wouldn't seem to work, he'd bring you your food to bed; all prepared on a little tray with a flower and all.

'Here you go,' he said, placing it over your lap with a proud smile.

'You really didn't need to do all this,' you sighed, looking at the feast he prepared, even though you only asked for a small snack.

'I know,' Sanji laughed, 'but I figured it wouldn't hurt to spoil you a little bit.' He put his hands in his pockets as you grabbed a fork to take your first bite, staying just long enough to see your reaction to the food to be able to leave, satisfied.

'Wait,' you stopped him, however. 'Could you stay maybe?' After feeling like shit the entire day, alone in your room, some company was well due.

'Uh, yeah, sure,' he hesitated before stepping closer to your bed. Rolling your eyes, you moved over in your bed, knowing that otherwise he would just act the gentleman and linger next to it.

But once in bed with you, he saw it as a free-for-all and immediately scooped you into his arms. His body wrapped itself around you, and instantly, you were comforted by the feeling of his touch, the warmth of his body, and the smell that caught onto his clothes from the kitchen.

'Were you baking something?' you asked.

'Maybe,' he'd grin, already knowing you were aware of exactly what he had been up to.

But sometimes, food just wasn't the answer to all of life's problems. Sometimes, you felt so bad that even the thought of eating something made you sick, and that definitely pulled Sanji out of his element. After all, he's the cook.

It won't mean he wouldn't try to make you feel as good as possible again. Perhaps by preparing a hot water bottle or reminding you to drink water and take some painkillers or any other medicine you'd need. He would distract the rest of the crew, who were oblivious to your current state, and give you a bit of breathing space if you felt overwhelmed by the chaos that was life on board the ship. He'd help you with your tasks on board and take the workload off your shoulders if you felt weak.

Then, in the evening, he'd sneak into your cabin just to check up on you, make sure you're comfortable, and ignore all your protests to fluff your pillows.

'C'mon, Sanj, you really don't need to do that,' you'd laugh.

'I know.' That's what he always said. Because he didn't care about what he should or shouldn't be doing.

All that mattered to him was you, and for you, he would do anything.

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Royal Pain Part 12

Hello! I managed to get this finished before bed. So tada!

Steve and Eddie aren’t on the same page yet, and Eddie fucks up.

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***

As he drove Robin and Erica back to her apartment, (Robin refused to be in the same room as them because of how absolutely gooey they were around each other) Steve’s anticipation for tonight was ramping up. He had stopped by the store to get all the ingredients for tonight.

He pulled out his best wok and washed the rice, getting it started cooking before he did anything else. He cleaned and chopped the vegetables, getting them in the wok first. Once they were about half way done, he pulled them out and set them to the side.

He then cut up the chicken and started cooking it up. Then he made the sauce in the wok with the chicken pushed to the one side and then he mixed them together. He added the vegetables last, warming them through so that they had a crisp but not hard bite to them. He was tossing the mixture in the sesame seeds when the doorbell rang.

He dashed over to the door and opened it.

Eddie stood on the other side, hands shoved into his pockets and big smile on his face. “Hey-ya, Stevie!”

Steve blushed. “Come on in,” he said, stepping out of the way. “You’re right on time. I just finished making dinner.”

Eddie slipped past Steve and into the apartment. “Smells great. I can’t wait. I’ve been telling the guys about it all weekend. They are insanely jealous by the way.”

Steve smiled. “What? Can none of them cook?” He led Eddie over to the table where he started to plate up the chicken.

Eddie grinned. “Sadly, their talents lie in music and not cooking.” He sat down. “Gethin, Gareth’s twin can bake, but that’s really not the same thing as cooking.”

Steve chuckled. “No. Cooking once you know the basic rules can be tweaked in all sorts of ways. Don’t eat pork, dark meat of fowl like chicken or turkey will work. Or tofu if you’re vegetarian or vegan. Baking though? Gluten intolerant? Fuck you then, because you have to replace more than just the one ingredient you have to find three things to replace it so it acts the same way.”

Eddie nodded. “I call baking alchemy and cooking art.”

Steve smiled. “That sounds about right. Chopsticks or forks?”

“Chopsticks if you have ‘em,” Eddie said.

Steve went to the drawer and pulled out four black chopsticks with a silver band on top. He handed two to Eddie and kept two for himself.

“These are nice,” Eddie said, immediately digging into his food. “Wow. Shit, dude. So good.”

Steve blushed and took a bite of his food. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Where did you learn to cook so good?” Eddie asked around a bit of food.

Steve flushed. “It was either learn how to cook or eat take out every night when my parents were gone.”

Eddie looked up through his lashes. “Yeah, how often were they gone?”

Steve rolled his eyes and scoffed. “I think a better question would be when weren’t they gone?”

Eddie frowned. “What do you mean?”

Steve set down his chopsticks and sighed. “Look, you went to high school with me, you know I was famous for the ragers I threw. Do you know why I could throw those parties?”

Eddie half shrugged. “I never really thought about it. I was never on the guest list.”

Steve snorted. “Like I had any control of the guest list. That was all Tommy and Carol. Seriously. After my second concussion in two years that had me benched in every sport I was in except swimming, I realized they didn’t care about me. They only cared that I had absent parents, a cleaner that came every other day, and a huge house with swimming pool in the back.”

Eddie winced. “Is that why the parties stopped that last part of your senior year?”

Steve nodded. “So yeah, I learned how to cook to prevent myself from getting into bad eating habits and I just kept it up. I enjoy it. Not like tattooing but it’s fun.”

“Sorry,” Eddie murmured. “I sometimes forget that high school was almost a decade ago. You look so much like you did back then that I forget that all that shit is just water under the bridge. But I’m trying.”

Steve smiled softly. “And I appreciate it. I really do. Actually, one of my apprentices actually went to high school with us, too.”

Eddie tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, would I know them?”

“Would you know head cheerleader,” Steve said with a smirk, “and then girlfriend of the captain of the basketball team you final senior year?”

Eddie leaned his head forward. “Chrissy? Chrissy Cunningham? Are you shitting me right now?”

Steve shook his head.

“Hell yeah,” Eddie said with a grin. “Of course I remember her. Great girl. Glad she broke it off with that Carver kid though. He was one of those Christians that forgot the main principle the dude taught was to love everyone.”

Steve nodded. “I hear he’s one of those wackos that go around to public streets and harass poor people about religion for YouTube views.”

“Fuck, really?” Eddie hissed. “I guess I can’t say I’m surprised. Lucky dodge for Chrissy then. You thinking of snapping up that girl?”

Steve felt as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped right over his head. He thought that this was a date. He had done it again. Presumed too much.

“No,” he said softly. “Robin has a better chance with her then I do. Apparently she is a lesbian.”

Eddie furrowed his brow a little, wondering about the sudden mood switch.

“Good for her,” is all he said.

The night got awkward and stayed that way until Eddie got up to go home.

“See you tomorrow?” Eddie asked trying to at least salvage some part of the evening.

Steve cocked his head to the side. “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, you’re starting on the sword tomorrow, right?” Eddie asked, heart in his throat.

Steve confusion clears. “Of course! I can’t wait. I’m really excited to start working on it.” He gives Eddie’s wrist a squeeze. “I thought we made plans that I had forgotten about. No. Of course I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Eddie relaxed a little bit and nodded.

Steve closed the door gently behind him.

*

Jeff was brushing his teeth to get ready for bed when there was a pounding on his door. He looked over at Mandy and frowned.

“You expecting anyone, babe?” she asked, after spitting into the sink.

Jeff shook his head. He rinsed out his mouth and padded to the door. He opened it to reveal a jumpy Eddie.

Jeff rolled his head from side to side. “You do know Mandy’s got work in the morning, right?”

Eddie nodded. “I fucked up with Stevie and I don’t know what I did but I really need my best friend right now.”

“Come on in,” Mandy said from behind Jeff. “I’ll get you two a beer.”

Eddie sat on their ratty sofa, his knee jiggling with restless energy. Mandy handed them the beers and kissed Jeff’s cheek.

“Don’t stay up too late.”

Jeff watched as she walked back to their bedroom. Once the door was closed he turned to Eddie. “Right start at the top. What do you mean you fucked things up with Steve?”

“I don’t know, man!” Eddie said after downing half of the bottle in one go. “Things were going great, dinner was amazing. It got a little awkward when he said he learned how to cook because his parents were never home and then bam! The bottom opened up and I left earlier then I expected because the air was so thick with tension you could cut it with a knife.”

Jeff closed his eyes and then opened them again. “Tell me everything. Leave nothing out. Knowing you like I do, you probably said something you didn’t think was important, but really, really was.”

Eddie sighed and went through the whole conversation.

Jeff buried his head in his hands and groaned. “Dude, tell me you really didn’t ask Steve if he was going bang one of his apprentices, you know one of the people that work for him?”

Eddie scoffed, waving his hand. “I was joking.”

“Did Steve know that?” Jeff prodded.

Eddie opened his mouth and then closed it. He opened it again, but no sound would come out. He snapped it shut and frowned. “Maybe not?”

Jeff waved his hand at him. “Also seriously, dude. What kind of messed up fucker asks his crush if he wants to bang some chick?”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. “Oh shit.”

“Look I don’t know this guy,” Jeff said. “Not well enough anyway. If this was Gareth or Brian, I could tell exactly what he was thinking. But I don’t and you don’t either. Which means you didn’t just fuck up, Eddie. You fucked up bad. So you’re going to have to grovel. And I do mean grovel. Flowers, dinner, the works.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said breathing out a shuddering sigh. “Yeah, man. Fuck. What if I messed things up with for good?”

Jeff shook his head. “I don’t know. I guess endure the most awkward thirty hours of your life?”

“Shit.”

*

The first thing Eddie did that morning was call the shop.

“Royal Pain, this is Robin, how can I help you today?”

“Birdie,” Eddie greeted. “Is Steve around?”

Robin sighed heavily. “He’s working with Chrissy at the moment, I can take a message?”

Eddie sighed. “No, no. It’s fine. It’s actually you I wanted to speak to anyway.”

“Is this about last night?” she asked.

Eddie blinked away the tears that formed at the thought that Steve had told her about it. “I’m trying to grovel and need a list of his faves so that I make it up to him for being an absolute ass.”

Eddie could feel Robin’s grin through the phone. “Right. Where do you want me to start?”

They talked for a good twenty minutes before she said, “Look, I’ve got another call coming in. That should be enough to start with. Hop to it, doofus. I want to see it, capeesh?”

“I read you loud and clear,” Eddie said.

“Good.”

***

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Michael's Girl PT. 3 \\ PolyLostBoys + Michael x Reader

Summary: You're put to the test by David to see if you are truly worthy of being a vampire. And you witness a horror you could never imagine. CW: Blood, Gore, Vampires being Vampires

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Tonight was a night of celebration. Music blasted from Paul's boombox, Dwayne was doing skate tricks around the fountain, and Marko had returned with some food.

"Chinese again? Seriously? You better not be do what I think you're gonna do David." Michael said and looked over at the leader with an annoyed look.

David only shrugged. "What Michael? Worried your little girlfriend really isn't up for it?"

Michael glared at the blonde. Meanwhile you looked back and forth at the two in confusion. What exactly did David do to Michael? Your boyfriend didn't go into specifics with his whole vampire transformation process but you assumed it wasn't fun.

"She'll take whatever you throw at her, trust me. She's tougher than she looks. Brave too." Michael smiled pridefully and kissed your head.

David looks you in the eyes as he ushers for Marko to come forward with the food. "I can tell Michael. After all she did walk into a vampires den knowing full well the dangers of it all. She'll fit into our pack perfectly if she can pass my tests."

Marko handed everyone a white box carton of rice and noodles. While Michael ate his noodles with a fork you used chopsticks like David.

"So Y/n, how do those worms taste huh?"

The girl looked down at her open box of noodles, or rather, wiggling earth worms. She felt like she wanted to gag, she just ate one! But it didn't taste like worms, it still tasted like noodles. This had to be some kind of trick, most likely why Michael looked bothered when Marko brought back Chinese food.

You look up at David with a smirk of your own. "They taste divine David."

Vampires were still a mystery to you. But you assumed that some vampires had special abilities. Meaning that this was most likely an illusion created by David to scare you. However it didn't work, you saw right through it.

Taking another bite of the "worms" Paul and Dwayne started laughing.

"Damn! Tough chick dude. She didn't even gag. Unlike our buddy Mikey here, remember the first time David fucked with your head and made you think you were eating maggots? You coughed that shit up so quick!" Paul said while pointing his fork at Michael. Michael only rolled his eyes.

"Shut up. I didn't know alright?"

David smiles as he continues to eat his food. “You got guts girlie. You passed my first test. It’ll only get more difficult from here on…”

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This week has been absolute INSANITY for me. First David makes me hang off the bottom of a bridge while a train comes by and I FALL but luckily he catches me, and second… Well second is about to happen soon I think.

I’m holding onto Michael while he follows along with the rest of the boys on their bikes. No one told me where we were going but only that this was one of the final tests. And I was nervous. Eventually we reach a clearing in the woods ways outside of the boardwalk. A giant bonfire is lit and surf nazi punks are dancing around the giant flames as a boombox plays music.

The boys and Michael get off their bikes and climb up a tree to scout out the surf nazis.

Less fluidly and easily as them I also climb up the tree. Dwayne sees me struggle and takes my hand to help pull me up the rest of the way.

“Thanks..” I mutter. He only nods.

I feel Michael's hands grab my hips and he helps move me so I sit next to him on a large branch. The other boys stand menacingly, their eyes glow in as they look at the flames of the bonfire the surf nazis dance around.

"What are we doing here?" I ask. Michael gives me a sympathetic look and I know that something bad is about to happen.

"This is your second to final test." David says with his signature sly smirk. "Let's see if you can handle what you're about to witness."

"After all-" Paul cuts in, "This is gonna be your everyday life. So don't get queasy on us okay dolly?"

I nod nervously. The tension grows tight around me. The five boy's auras have changed, I can feel it. Something is different. I look up worriedly at Michael only to gasp slightly when I see his vampiric face again. I look around at the others, all of their features sharp, eyes yellow, and teeth pointed.

They were gonna eat these people.

Right in front of me.

"Let's go boys!" David hollers and in the blink of an eye all five of them swoop down and pounce on their victims. Blood flies, flesh rips, heads roll. The scene was absolutely vile. The boys ate like animals, they didn't hesitate to rip limbs and let the blood fly. Michael however ate more neatly, for my sake most likely. Frozen I was, perched up on the branch where I sat.

My mind felt blank. Watching people of my own species get torn apart by pure predators. Human kind was the top of the food chain, but tonight proved to me otherwise.

When every nazi was dead all the boys but Michael cheered. Blood covered their clothes and gore and bones scattered about. My heart was racing and I knew they could hear it. It thumped like a battle drum, and I was ready to surrender that battle and run away. My legs had a mind of their own and screamed at me to run. Run away from the danger.

But my mind knew better. If I ran now then I would fail. And if I fail then I fail Michael and our relationship. I can't back down now, not after all I went through.

I hop down from the tree and approach Michael. My legs shake for every step I take closer to where the massacre occurred. I feel the crunch of bone snap under my shoe and I flinch.

"Y/n are you okay?" Michael asks worriedly. His face was morphed back to his human one, but blood was still smeared across his lips and the hands that held me.

My mind felt like it was floating away, but Michael caught it and brought it back to me with a kiss to my cheek. Snapping out of it I shakily reply, "I-I'm fine... After all this is what I'm gonna see for the rest of eternity right? So I better get used to it." I laugh light heartily.

"The sound of your heartbeat says otherwise." David says. He stands behind me with his three brothers beside him. Their hair is disheveled and even more blood coats their clothing and skin.

Michael gently holds me to him, his arms around me protectively hugging me to his waist. "She passed the test David, she didn't scream or run off. And it's only natural for her to be afraid, so give it a damn break."

"Oooo" Marko giggles, "Mikey's defending his girl. We've never seen you so ticked off before."

Paul and Dwayne laugh too but are silenced by David. "He's right. She passed, but let's see if she'll change her mind after seeing what she saw tonight."

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You couldn't sleep. Even with Michael holding you protectively under the covers you still couldn't sleep. How could you? Every time you closed your eyes you heard the screams of men and saw their parts ooze and fly. Flashes of the boys and their vampiric faces, their teeth sinking into the flesh of human beings.

"Baby..." Michael said tiredly. His rough hands rubbed up and down your bare arm. "Your heartbeat is loud... What's wrong?" Michael says as he rubs the sleep form his eyes.

"What do you mean 'what is it?'" You say with a firm frown. "I saw people die tonight Michael. I know I shouldn't be fazed by it but I am! I'm scared!"

Your boyfriend leans up and tries to look at your face, but you're turned away.

"Please look at me baby. Don't turn your back to me now. Especially not now."

You turn around to face him and he softens. You've been crying. Red swollen eyes and puffy cheeks.

"Don't tell yourself that you have to not feel fazed. Because it's your human instinct telling you something is wrong, and that's okay. Let yourself be scared, let yourself cry, I'll be here for you the whole way through okay?"

Letting out a shaken breath you let yourself crumble against Michael's bear chest. Broken hiccups and sobs escape your lips and Michael combs his fingers through your hair.

"Shhh shhh shhh, it's okay baby. You're gonna be okay. I know you're scared, I understand because I've been there too. But it won't be so bad, I won't leave your side okay?"

You nod against Michael's chest, not wanting to be even a millimeter apart from him.

"I know I can do this Michael... But I don't have it in me to take someone's life."

Michael thinks for a moment. Until he calms your nerves by gently petting your head. "I think I have a temporary solution." Michael says.

"Like what?"

"Well, what if for the first weeks that you're a vampire, I'll make the kills for you? All you have to do is eat what I kill. You can do that right?"

"Uhm." You think for a moment. Eating people was okay to you if you were a vampire, that part didn’t gross you out like you expected it would. Just the killing factor frightened you.

“That’ll work.” You respond with a hesitant smile. “But will David be okay with that?”

Michael rolls his eyes. “Screw David. If my girl wants to take it slow and easy for her first weeks of being a vampire then she can. David can go crawl in his cave and pout all he wants for all I care.” His hands caress your face, fingertips gliding along all his favorite features.

You place a kiss to his fingers when they glide across your lips. “Thank you Michael. What would I do without you?”

He only smiles and brings your face forward for a warm kiss.

You woke up not to the sun, but instead sunset. Michael also rose and stretched with a yawn.

“Hey baby, sunrise and shine.” He says with a corny grin.

Instead of getting up like your boyfriend you hide under his bedsheets. “I’m never gonna get used to your vampire schedule.”

He laughs lightly and kisses your hair that peeks from the top of your sheets. “That’s what I thought at first, but soon enough you’ll adjust just fine. Now come on baby, we gotta go to the cave and meet the guys to see if you’re ready to drink from the bottle.”

You assumed the bottle he was talking about was the bottle of blood he was tricked into drinking.

"So it really is blood huh?" You say and poke your head out through the bundle of blankets you took sanctuary under.

Giving you a sad smile Michael embraces you through the bundle of blankets you're under, making you get warm fast.

"Mhm. Yeah it's true sweetheart. But it isn't so bad. Maybe you can take a hit off of Paul's blunt to make it not as bad? That's what I did at least." Michael grins cockily as he rocks you back and forth.

"Michaeeelll" You whine, "I'm still nervous."

In one sudden motion he rips the blankets off of you making you scream and curl in on yourself to keep whatever warmth you still have inside. Suddenly your boyfriend huffs and picks you up with his strength.

"Michael stop it! Put me down you big stud!" Though you're smacking him to put you down your laughter counters your physical attacks on him.

"No can do baby, gotta shake the nerves outta you."

Michael then holds you like a bride and rocks you back and forth like a baby, making you blush embarrassingly bright.

"Okay okay stop rocking me! I'm not a baby you buffoon!" You start to flail around more in his arms making him grunt and plop you down onto the bed.

Michael gives you his million dollar smile and quietly asks, "You feeling better now?"

Sitting on your knees you sit up and press a soft kiss to Michael's chin. "Yeah, you're little therapy worked surprisingly. I'm surprised I didn't get motion sick!"

Michael rolls his eyes and grabs your hands to help you off the bed in one swift swoop.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's get you turned babe."

(sorry this was short yall. Kinda rushed and I wanted to get David's silly shenanigans out of the way. Not proof read btw.)

[intoanotherworld23]

Love On Camera IV

Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, there is mild smut in this chapter there’s dirty talk, and lots of dry humping and thoughts of sex

Summary: You had always wanted to become a famous actress one day, you just never thought it would be as an adult film actress, and your first movie happens to be with the devastatingly handsome Chris Evans

✨Please do not copy and paste my work or steal my work or publish it as your own or I will have you reported✨

Part 3 Part 5

Scrambling around in the kitchen as you tried to prepare a nice meal for you and Chris. Extremely nervous to have him over, and to think this was somewhat of a date.

Making sure your makeup and hair looked good enough for him. Wanting nothing more to impress this man, and make him fall head over heels for you. Although that seemed like a dream you still couldn't help but hope for a romance to blossom.

Stirring the chicken around in the sauce before placing them on a big plate. Shuffling the rice as you sprinkled some spices on top of it. The aroma of the different scents hitting your nose making your mouth water.

Just then a knock came from the front door making you jump. Straightening your outfit out which was extremely casual and comfy since the two of you weren't actually going anywhere.

Opening the door to see Chris's smiling face as he wore a white knit sweater, and dark blue jeans. His hair perfectly slicked back making you want to run your fingers through it. It was crazy how hot this man could be easily make you.

"Welcome." You greeted as you opened the door wider indicating for him to walk inside. "Perfect timing the food is ready."

"Smells amazing." He complimented as he sniffed around the kitchen. "Turn on for me when a woman can cook."

"Thanks to all those cooking shows I watched." Scooping up the rice and putting it on each of your plates.

Once you had the plates smothered with food you placed them on either side of the table. Chris took his spot licking his lips as he looked at all the food in front of him.

"Would you like something to drink?" Asking he you opened up the cabinet to your liquor bottles.

"I'll take some red wine if you have it." Grabbing a bottle you filled a glass for him and yourself. "Thanks."

As the two of you sat in peace eating your meal you started to feel a sense of calm. Nothing felt awkward or uncomfortable. Things felt right between the two of you like this is how it was meant to be.

Making small talk in between mouthfuls of food. Cracking up a couple of jokes making you laugh trying not to spray wine across the table. It was obvious he felt comfortable being around you.

A part of you was hoping after tonight this would become a daily thing. That he would want to start seeing you outside of work more. Or that the two of you would quit the adult film industry, and pursue another way to make money.

"The food was absolutely delicious." He spoke after he placed his knife and fork on the plate. "I'll have to come over more often."

"I would absolutely love that." Sounding a little more excited than you intended. "I mean sounds wonderful."

"Are you okay?" He asked out of blue knowing he was referring to earlier. "I mean after your session with Johnny."

"Yeah I'm okay." Nodding your head as you looked down at your hands in your lap. "I'm not used to stuff like that, but I'm really okay."

"Good because you and I are going to really start drinking." He clapped his hands together as he walked over to your liquor cabinet.

Grabbing a bottle of tequila as he walked over to you with a mischievous grin. Sheepishly smiling back at him as your mind was starting to race. Surely this night was going to end in something happening between you two.

"Cheers." Clinking your shot glasses together before he downed the liquid. He made it look so easy.

Quickly downing yours feeling the burn running down your throat. Scrunching you're face up making him chuckle at you. You were never one to handle your liquor that well.

He was quick to pouring another one and this time you took it at the same time he did. His eyes were glued to yours the whole time making you feel a little flustered. Your cheeks felt enflamed right now from his intense stares.

"Let's play a game." He spoke after you both downed your fourth shot you glanced over to him. Shrugging his shoulders at the suggestion. "Could be a way for us to get to know each other."

"Why the fuck not." You don't if that was more of a question or statement. "What game did you have in mind?"

"How about twenty questions?" He suggested and you thought to yourself that was a simple and harmless game.

"Yeah sure." He beamed when you approved of the game. "How do you play again?"

"I'll ask you a question and then you ask me a question." That seemed simple enough. "But if you refuse to answer a question you have to take a shot."

You knew this wasn't going to be a simple game. It seemed like he had a hidden agenda behind everything. Maybe he really did just want to get to know you or see what kind of person you were. Knowing him so far things were going to become dirty.

Hearing the rules you downed your fifth shot of the night. The buzz was already taking in affect, and he could tell. He just laughed at how much of a risk taker you were trying to be right now. All you wanted was fun tonight, and he was going to give that to you.

"I'll go first." He stated and you just nodded sitting back nervous as hell. "What's your favorite color?"

"Uh it's Y/F/C." His question threw you off you expected him to go with something dirty. "What's your favorite animal?"

"Wolf." That answer didn't surprise you what so ever." What's your favorite movie?"

"Y/F/M." These questions were easier than you expected them to be." What's your favorite movie?"

"Lady and the tramp." You looked at him like he had grown two heads and started to laugh. You never expected that to be his answer.

"Really?" It really did come as a surprise that such a heart felt movie could possibly be his favorite.

"Shut up I like Disney movies." This time he started to laugh with you. He playfully pushed your shoulder making you laugh even harder.

"Wow how manly of you." Puffing out your chest and striking arm poses like a body builder. He just shook his head at you to which you stopped laughing. "I promise I won't say anything scouts honor."

"Alright you little shit let's keep playing." He downed a quick shot. "What's your favorite hobby?"

"I like to read." Feeling embarrassed by your answer but he seemed to like it since he smiled. "If you could live anywhere where would it be?"

"I would have to say Paris. The most beautiful city in the world." That sounded absolutely romantic and you weren't expecting that. "Do you masturbate?"

If your cheeks weren't on fire before they were now. He just sat there with a smug grin on his face. He had you right where he wanted you. This is was the game he actually wanted to play with you. Otherwise how could these questions go from innocent to dirty.

You really shouldn't be shy when he asked this question. The two of you fucked people for a living in front of multiple people. If anything you would have no hesitation to answer these type of questions.

He was staring at you so intensely right now you just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. You were kind of drunk right now, and somewhat turned on by his question.

"Yeah I do." You answered honestly thanks to the five shots that were now hitting you. "Do you use handcuffs?"

"Yes I do." He winked at you making you take another shot. The room was getting hotter all of a sudden. "Do you like to be spanked?"

"No." He looked shocked at your response making you look down at your now clammy hands. "I mean yeah I do."

"I could always spank you." He remarked making your eyes go wide making him laugh. "Don't worry I won't do that to you."

Not understanding why suddenly you were cowering in a shell around him. It was something about him that had you feeling shy and innocent. You wanted to impress and attract him so he would want you back.

"I mean unless you really want me to?" He started to lift his hips up like he was about to approach you making you gulp.

"No I'm good." You answered rather quickly making him smirk at how he got to you.

It seemed like the room was getting smaller and smaller. The longer you looked at him the more you started to realize just how beautiful this man really was. He had such soft looking skin with a little bit of scruff across his chin.

His eyes were like a light blue with a hint of green. It reminded you very much of the ocean. Eye lashes so thick he could blow you away with them. Small freckles sprinkled across his face giving him more of an innocent and sweet appearance.

Chris coughed breaking you from your trance of staring at him like a weirdo. Looking away from him wanting to avoid the judgement he probably had across his face of you basically checking him out.

"Okay my turn what's your favorite position?" You wanted to cover your face but frayed from doing that.

"When a girl is riding me cow girl." That had your heart beating faster, and you clenching your thighs together. All you could picture was doing that with him.

"Are you picturing doing that with me right now?" A huge smirk across his face as he was looking into your eyes.

"Yes." Slapping a hand over your mouth with how quickly you answered that. You just wanted to get the attention off of you as soon as possible. "Do you watch porn?"

Instead of answering the question Chris reached across grabbing you pulling you onto his lap making you squeal. Your hands landed on his shoulders to keep yourself balanced. Legs on either side of his, and your chest practically in his face.

Both of you staring into each other's eyes, and there was clear sexual tension between you two. His hands on your hips that started to make your body move against his. Taking the hint that he wanted you to start grinding against him.

"Don't get shy on me now Y/N." He shook his head at you teasingly with a smile. "Show me what a vixen you really are."

Slowly moving your hips against him feeling him harden beneath you. His eyes were glazed over and all you could see was hunger and lust. Your panties were starting to become wet with desire. The fabric of your panties rubbing against your clit making you moan.

"Yes baby moan for me." He groaned in your ear as his hands squeezed the skin on your hips. He was probably trying to control himself, and not completely take over scaring you.

Although you would have no problem with him taking over you completely. Your insides clenching at the thought of riding his cock right now. Feeling him slam his hips up into you hitting your pelvis.

This felt like such an intimate moment right now. Something that a couple would be doing to keep that spice in their relationship. It felt like you two were the only people in this world, and nothing was coming between you two.

"The things I wanna do to you." He growled he watched your hips moving against his lap. "To have you all night."

"Begging for my cock until your in tears." The thought of crying just for his cock had you whimpering.

Feeling the liquor completely take over your body you started to really grind against him. Pressing down harder on his crotch so it was his turn to moan this time. Leaning his head against your shoulder the faster you started to hump him.

"Oh god." You moaned when the pressure of your clothes and his jeans pressing against your clit made your lower stomach tingle.

"I want you to cum at the thought of my cock going inside your pussy." His words had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Just feel me baby."

His words encouraging you a lot more than you were expecting them to. Between his hands, his dirty words being whispered into your ear, and his extremely hard cock pressed against your crotch you were probably going to cum sooner than you thought.

Your hips moving in a way almost as if you were really fucking him. Both of your moans filling the room making it echo. Thank god you didn't have any roommates or else this would have been incredibly awkward.

"Bet your pussy is soaked for me." Feeling a shudder rack his body at the thought of feeling you in this moment. "Tight little pussy sucking me in."

His lips attaching themselves to your neck sucking on the flesh lightly. The blood rising to the surface of your skin. He was probably leaving his mark.

"Just like that sweetheart." Feeling his hands gripping your hips tightly surely leaving a bruise. "God I wanna fuck you so bad."

"I know you're getting closer sweetheart." He mumbled against your neck. Sweat forming on his forehead, and on the back of your neck.

"I want to feel your cock." You have no idea where this horny girl came from, but you surely were enjoying her.

You were never the type of woman to become this horny. It was different being horny for work, but to be this way in real life was a whole new person. Intimacy was not something you were used to. It was rough sex you were used to.

"I know baby next time right now you need to focus on you." Hearing that encouraged you to move faster.

You probably looked like a mad woman the way you were moving on top of him. Grinding your body against his like an animal in heat. Rushing to reach your release and using his body to get to it. Neither of you cared though since you were both feeling good at this moment.

It felt like you were living in a fantasy right now. Grinding heavily on top of a man that was way too attractive for you. Maybe it was the liquor and it was just making you two horny. Or maybe it was true feelings that were coming to light.

Either way all you could do was bask in the moment right now. Having been a long time since anyone has touched you like this. It felt nice to be touched like this, and it felt nice to be wanted and feel attractive.

At one point you were just straight up teasing him. You would slow your movements then by lifting your hips up and slamming down on his crotch making him growl. He gave you a couple spanks on your ass cheeks making you squeal.

"Watch it darling." Making you look into his eyes giving you a warning. "I will bend you over my lap and slap that ass till you feel it into next week."

By the look on his face you knew he wasn't joking, and you could tell he wanted you to try and do it again and test him. The thought of bending you over his lap got him all excited again.

He did seem like the type of guy who loved to punish his girl by spanking her, and than rubbing her cheeks soothingly with ointment. Everything about him scream physical touch and affection. Like he wanted rough sex, but then he would spoil you after.

Breathing heavily on the top of his head as you felt that familiar burn in the pit of your stomach. Your head falling back the closer to your orgasm you were getting. Chris was close to when you felt his cock twitch under neath his pants.

"Cum for me sweetheart." That was all it took for you pushing hard down on him your sensitive clit becoming over loaded. Your release hitting you hard and fast.

Both of you moaning and groaning at the fact you just came in your shorts from dry humping him. Leaving your head down so your face was pressed against his shoulder. His hands rubbing your back up and down soothingly, and you were still coming down from your orgasm.

You just sat on his lap feeling yourself becoming tired from what just took place. Still breathing heavily the amount of alcohol you consumed in a short amount of time was not helping either.

In this moment alcohol or not you really could stay in Chris's arms forever. It was just something about him that you couldn't wrap your mind around. You wanted to be around him all the time.

You just couldn't believe all that happened. Feeling your sensations heightened, and you just wanted more of him. Just praying and hoping that nobody ever found out ,and that it wouldn't come between your work and friendship.

"We should get you to bed." You just nodded your head already feeling your eyes closing.

Instead of lifting you off of him he somehow moved yours and his body so he was still holding you when he stood up. Carrying you to your bedroom bridal style. It was the most sweetest most romantic thing a man has ever done for you.

Placing you under the covers then pulling them up towards your neck making sure you were comfortable. He gave you a peck on the forehead making you shut your eyes with a smile.

"Stay." You whispered when he started to walk away.

Looking and sounding like a lost puppy dog. You probably looked pathetic to him, but you didn't want to be left alone right now. Plus all you wanted was for Chris to hold you in his arms all night.

"Alright lady but just for tonight." He referenced to the lady and tramp scene making you snicker.

Pulling his jeans down but leaving his boxers on so he could get comfortable. Then pulling the covers back so he could get into bed. Thinking that he was going to stay away, but surprising you when he pulled your body flush against his so you were spooning with him.

His strong arms wrapped around your body keeping you close and warm. Snuggling his face into your shoulder leaving light kisses against the skin. Your heart was practically swooning and how cute he was being with you right now.

"Good night beautiful." Was the last thing you heard before you felt the slumber or darkness consume your body.

[lailyn]

Only When I Sleep (the full fic!)

TW: Gun violence, Idiots In Love

“Did either of you put poison in my food?”

“What? Of course not!” Tony cast Stephen a doubtful look. “I didn’t.”

“Don’t be an idiot, Stark,” Stephen growled. He turned his attention back to Loki. “More importantly, why do you think someone’s poisoned you?”

“It tastes a bit strange…”

Tony grabbed a clean fork from the cutlery drawer. Before Stephen could stop him, he scooped a mound of cauliflower rice and shovelled it into his mouth.

“Tony!” Stephen yelled.

Tony chewed thoughtfully. “Tastes fine to me.”

“Just give it a minute or two, it will come,” Loki said ominously.

“Are you crazy? Do you have a death wish or something?” Stephen berated.

“If it was really poisoned, there really isn’t any point in living anymore, is there?” Tony lamented. “A life without Loki is a tragedy too terrible to contemplate.”

“Tony, you idiot.” Loki’s eyes shone. “I love you.”

“What about me?” Stephen asked, almost fearfully. “Do you love me too?”

“Out of necessity, I suppose I must,” Loki sniffed. “You know CPR.”

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"I don't think Loki loves me very much."

"Don't be ridiculous," Tony said mildly. "Of course he does."

"He loves the things that I can do, sure," Stephen said glumly. "Like making the best eggs Benedict on this side of Manhattan. Or turning cheap wine into the best vintage. Or getting him authentic momo dumplings from Nepal - "

Tony sneaked an amused glance at his morose lover over his Starkpad. "I never realised that your achievements were all food-related."

"Can you be serious for once? I'm in the middle of a crisis here!" Stephen glowered. "And that cauliflower rice recipe had five stars on Good Eats!"

Tony sighed. "Look, Doc. Loki's not a big fan of our planet, as you very well know. The fact that he's staying here, with us? He must love you a little."

Stephen snorted. "That's not saying much."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, he's obviously staying for you," Stephen pointed out. "I'm…baggage."

"Baggage," Tony said flatly. He snapped his fingers. "Hey. Levi. Get over here."

The Cloak of Levitation wafted over from where it had been hovering by the windows for the past few hours people-watching.

Tony pointed at Stephen. "Can you knock some sense into your Master here for me?"

The Cloak gave Stephen a few sympathetic pats on the cheek, before returning to its station and favourite pastime.

"See?" Stephen cocked his head unhappily. "Even Levi agrees with me."

"Have you ever heard of 'opposites attract'? Loki's a closed book, and you…" Tony waved a hand, making vague gestures that alluded to something Stephen could only guess the meaning of. "You gotta open up! Tell him you love him in public! Shout it from the rooftop!"

Stephen blinked. "But we live on the hundredth and thirtieth floor. No one's gonna hear it."

Tony rolled his eyes. "That is not the point, you dumbass."

"Then what is your point?" Stephen asked, exasperated.

"Put aside your ego and show him some love! And I don't mean the tough kind."

"But I only know just the one kind," Stephen grumbled, blushing a little.

Tony stared. "You're hopeless."

"I knooow…" Stephen moaned, listlessly dropping his chin onto the table. "I'm screwed."

"Hmm, what to do, what to do…" Tony drummed his fingers on his desk. "I've got it. Remember that scene in The Sixth Sense? When the 'I See Dead People' kid told Bruce Willis how to get through to his wife?"

"What about it?"

"Say it when he's asleep," Tony said excitedly. "Tell him you love him, and to please love you back."

"But that's ridi - " Stephen paused. "Actually, that's kind of brilliant."

Tony gave a modest shrug. "Well, I am known for my genius."

Stephen snorted. "Thanks, Mr. M. Night Shyamalan."

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"That was a stupid plan," Stephen growled as he emerged from their bedroom the next morning.

Get out of my head, a half-asleep Loki had hollered at the top of his lungs in the middle of the night, waking the entire household in the process. Stephen, being the closest to him in terms of physical distance, had received the brunt of Loki's wrath, which explained his brand-new shiner.

"Serves you right for being a creep," a fully-awake Loki glowered. "And you!" Tony cowered under the intensity of his glare, "Enable him further and we shall see how you fare."

With that parting warning, Loki stormed away, presumably to make himself a hangry sandwich before they were due to join the Avengers in battle in a few minutes, something Tony had neglected to mention to either of his husbands.

"So…planting subliminal messages is a no," Tony said sheepishly. "We should have thought about that, huh?"

Stephen heaved a sigh of despair, and hung his head. "I'm screwed."

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"We're screwed," Stephen announced an hour later; the enemy had utilised an impressive new weapon, a magic dampener that had basically rendered him powerless. "Hand-to-hand combat is not my forte!"

"Hang on," Tony grunted through the communicator. "I'm coming!"

Stephen frantically looked around for his other husband, and his blood ran cold.

A sniper on the roof had Loki in his sight, right in the line of fire, magicless and as helpless as a kitten.

And Stephen ran.

"Loki!" he shouted, "Look out!"

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Stephen awakened to a startling brightness and his whole body hurting with an unidentifiable pain. "Urgh."

"You fool."

Stephen saw the tears in Tony's eyes and his heart began to pound. "Tony?"

"You brave, crazy fool."

"What's wrong? Is Loki okay?" He asked anxiously. "Is that why you're crying? Did he get shot?"

"No, but you did. You pushed Loki out of the way, and got hit instead."

"What?" Then Stephen remembered the barrage of bullets hitting his chest. "How am I not dead?"

"You were bleeding to death on the damn battlefield, right in front of my eyes," Tony said, his voice stricken.

"Tony…" Stephen reached for Tony's hand. It was shaking terribly. "Tony, I'm alright."

"I nearly lost you. I nearly lost you both."

Stephen stilled. "Loki?"

"He's resting." Tony nodded at the other bed across the room. "He nearly drained every drop of magic but it worked. He got you back."

"Help me up," Stephen mumbled. "I need to tell him something."

"Can't this wait? He's still sleeping, and you should be sleeping too - "

"No. It has to be now."

With herculean effort, Stephen dragged himself to Loki's bed. He climbed in beside his slumbering husband.

One look at Loki's exhausted face and the memories came rushing back: the pain, the geyser of blood spurting from his torso -

Damn you, Stephen!

- the sensation of Loki's healing magic pouring into him, dousing the agony in his chest like ice water.

But most of all, he remembered Loki's desperate whispers, I love you. I love you. I love you.

"I love you too, Loki," Stephen whispered in Loki's ear, hugging him tight.

Loki sighed in his sleep. A tell-tale smile began to tug at the corners of his lips. His hands palmed the silk sheets as if looking for something.

"You too, Tony," Stephen ordered. "Get in here."

Grabbing one of Loki's flailing hands, Stephen watched as Tony clambered up onto the bed and grabbed the other.

As they cuddled each other,

"Should we just order in breakfast?"

"For the rest of our lives, yeah."

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

can u make one about maybe telling bam you’re pregnant??😭🙏

Y/N Tells Bam She’s Pregnant HCs!

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

Warnings: None!

An: Thank you for the request!! I’ve noticed a trend recently with a lot of baby related requests XD Bam has a tendency to get carried away with whatever he gets into, so I don’t think raising a child would be any different!

Bam doesn’t know what to say

I mean, what man does when his girlfriend tell him she’s pregnant?

“Wow. Wow. I mean…wow.”

He stumbles over his words for like a solid minute in disbelief before asking if you’re really sure it’s his

When you tell him that yes, not only is it his but you also want to keep it, the only thing he can can come up with is,

“A-awesome…?”

The thing is, despite his usual antics, Bam can be a pretty sentimental guy, especially when it comes to you, so even though you thought it was sorted and done, he was still processing it

Until that evening you caught him playing some skateboarding video game in the living room after all his buddies went home

He doesn’t notice you standing behind the corner, so it’s totally genuine when he passes the game and sits back with this sorta bewildered smile on his face.

And he murmurs to nobody in particular, “I’m gonna be a dad.”

The following months were filled with Bam tending to your every need

Sure, you liked it when he made sure the castle was stocked with your favorite foods or massaged your feet, but it was a little excessive

You waited until week three of breakfast in bed to say anything. Digging your fork into the fluffy French toast your boyfriend told you he made but you could obviously tell it was April’s cooking, you laughed, “You know, you could really ease up on it. I’m pregnant, not dying!”

Still, he wasn’t discouraged

One day, Bam surprised you with a custom baby inside he got made- black with a hot pink heartagram on it

He held it up proudly, “He’s gonna look so awesome in this!”

When you asked how he knew it would be a boy, he said it was just father’s intuition

“Plus, if it’s a girl, it’s got pink on it!” Well he had a point.

Don’t even get me started on names

You know he would suggest Ville, and there’s no way in hell you would benaming your baby after some Finnish rock star your boyfriend was obsessed with

And when you go shopping for baby stuff Bam insists on trying everything out

Even if they don’t offer samples of baby food, he will be asking for them because,

“Our kid deserves the best, Y/N! If I wouldn’t eat it, he’s not gonna eat it either.”

Evidently, he didn’t like anything he tried expect those puffed rice snacks so he bought as many as he could fit in his arms (and he will 100% eat them all before the baby is actually born)

The soon to arrive baby was giving Bam a bit of a crisis of conscious

You assumed the whole wearing a tie with his usual blazer and t-shirt combination was some Avril Lagvine fashion thing

And you didn’t mind him spending fewer nights out at the bar with his buddies and the decrease in trips to the ER

But when he brings up selling the lambo for a ‘more reasonable car’, you put your hands on his shoulders and took a deep breath

“Bam, I love you, but there is no way in hell I’m letting you sell that car.”

That’s when your boyfriend admits to you that he has no idea what he’s doing

You could tell

[therexasher]

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTAIN CONTAINS EXPLICITLY AND STRONG LANGUAGE, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Price of Fame

“Yeah? That the same reason why you tried to get with that girl?”

“Oh come on dude, that was a one time thing.”

“Yup, that’s what they all say.” The table erupts into laughter, it’s always like this at dinner with my friends, we rarely eat together due to the horrible seating arrangements. But, that’s life as an assassin. Some sacrifices must be made,

“Okay, so what about that red head girl in high school?”

“Strawberry?” Says AJ

“Strawberry?” Ryan says in confusion

“You called her strawberry dude?” Evan remarks,

“Yeah, she was sweet like one, and looked like one too.”

“Interesting nickname AJ.” I say

“Aye nah, she was sweet and cute, like a strawberry, plus it’s my favorite fruit.”

I sigh, looking around the room, the atmosphere is filled with bowls and plates, forks and spoons clanging to them, laughter and chatter all around. For once, this doesn’t feel like a place where we kill or get killed. It feels like when I was a kid, in high school, trying so hard to figure out what I wanted to be,

“How long has it been since you’ve had strawberries?” I ask,

“Oh, uh… definitely been a while since. You know this trash food they feed us here is so ass.” I laugh at his comment. The food isn’t really that good, but my personal favorite is the spicy rice and egg rolls. So delicious.

“Yeah well, we do need to stay in shape. I mean, given the fact we are assassins.” I say,

“True. But I mean, they can at least give us better bread. It’s so dry.” Says DJ, I have to admit, the bread is pretty dry.

After dinner, I talk amongst my friends, until they leave. I leave myself, walking towards my room, my assistant stops me dead in my tracks,

“Hello sire. How are you?”

“I’m good Arthur, what’s up with you?”

“Oh, just being your humble assistant is all.” Arthur has always been there for me. Even when I needed a shoulder to cry on. I definitely nominate him as best assistant.

“What’s up?”

“Boss… needs you… urgently.” Arthur’s face softens at his own words, and I just knew boss would call me in today.

“S or A rank?”

“It’s not about missions. You should go and see for yourself.” I huff, placing my hands on my hips. I bite the inside of my cheek as I try and think of what could he possibly want. If it’s not about missions, then what? I huff again, the guy is more confusing than a jigsaw puzzle.

“I wish you good luck for whatever he has to discuss with you.” Says Arthur, patting my shoulder,

“Thanks, I will.” Arthur turns on his heel and walks away. Now I have to face my boss, I make my way to his offices, among the twist and turns in the building. I stumble upon his office, stopping in front of the door, I hover over the door knob, just wondering of what he’s going to say. I shut my eyes, trying any attempt to shut out any inner thoughts. I open them again, but slowly, I sigh, finally bringing my hand to the door and knocking.

“Enter.” I hear a voice call out, definitely my boss, I’m fucked. His voice is more gruff and serious than usual. Yeah, definitely fucked. I clamp down hard on the door knob, twisting it open, my boss sits with his hands intertwined over his mouth, his head slightly down, his usual furry coat draped over his shoulders, and fine red and black suit, I step in further, closing the door behind me, the room being lit by a dim but bright lamp, my blue hair radiating through the room, even shining a little. My brown eyes more glowing in this light, but I notice something, to my left, a person, one leg on the wall, the other on the ground, a distinct scar on his eyebrow, who the hell is this guy?

Boss finally picks his head up and says, “Sit.” He seems to be in a bitchy mood, and I don’t want to make it worse. I quickly sit down in the chair, fidgeting with my hands, what could he possibly tell me? Or maybe fire me? No, no, not that. Something else..

“I don’t have much time to talk, so I’ll make this short. You and Michael are partners from here on out.”

“What?”

“Don’t, fight with me. Not today. Either you do as I say, or you can kindly leave and never come back, do you want that?” I shake my head no,

“Good.”

“So you brought me in here to discuss a partnership? With him?” The man points to me, geez dude, give me a chance before you point fingers,

“He looks like he wouldn’t kill a fly!”

“For your information, I’ve probably killed more people than you ever did.”

“Oh yeah? You think you’re some hot shot, don’t you?”

“Correction, I am a hot shot!” I cross my arms, looking deeply into his eyes, yeah, I sure told him. Look at him tremble. Only, he’s not trembling, he looks like he’s about to kill me.

“Enough! Both of you! Gosh, you two give me a headache with your arguing.”

“Well one things for certain, I won’t be working with him.” The man walks out, what a way to walk, thinking he’s cool. Walk normal dude,

“You’re going to have to make this work, and no, I’m not switching, I can’t switch partners, my hands are full. The other Mafia forces are closing in, they’re starting to take our cargo. Jade can’t tend to the wounded without his supplies, Zane can’t help with gun replacements due to incompatibility of equipment,” he stands up, walking around his desk,

“so now I have to pair everyone up, so we can get the cargo faster. Not like I have to explain everything to you numskulls, but it seems I have to play babysitter,” he steps really close to me, “you’re an adult now Ash. Not some kid in high school anymore. Figure it out, work through it.” He steps past me and leaves, the furry coat on his shoulders swaying with his movements.

I leave the office, feeling ashamed and almost.. guilt? But why? Why would I be feeling guilty? Gosh, I need some air. I make my way to elevator, the doors open and I step inside, pressing the rooftop button, the doors shut, and send me up. The doors ding as they open, I step out onto the roof, taking a nice deep breath in, overlooking the city lights. I stretch my limbs with a pleasing groan, then, I notice something, a person, standing right by the edge, not quite close to it, but close enough, I mean, if he takes a step he won’t die but, he looks familiar, his hands in his pockets, his frame, his posture, I realize, it’s him. It’s that man.

Well this isn’t good. I think to myself, it’s alright Ash, just, play it cool. Maybe, you’ll win him over with your awesome jokes. I laugh at my own thoughts, so loudly, he turns his head and sees me, his nose scrunches and I instantly stop my laughter, I clear my throat as I walk over to him, the wind whips my hair with a gentle breeze. I stand right by him, giving him enough room, mirroring his posture,

“Nice night out, right?” I say, no response, okay now he’s just trying to be emo.

Minutes go by, an eerie silence upon us, it weren’t for cars and trains, and other transportation to make sound, I wouldn’t have anything to distract my mind with,

“How many?” He finally says,

“What?” I reply,

“You said you killed more than me. So, how many?”

“I’ve lost count.” I say through a nervous breath, I didn’t expect him to remember that, even if it wasn’t that long ago. I try and read his face, but I can’t, his face is so mysterious, so many secrets behind his facade. I wonder if I can make him crack,

“Well, I guess you’ve done your homework.” I say,

“What?”

“You know, the whole mysterious thing, because if that’s what you’re trying to display, you’re doing a stellar job man.” He chuckles, oh my gosh, I made him chuckle! This is definitely going to work out.

“This doesn’t make us friends.”

“Fair, but can I get your name?”

“My name is not important to you, the same as your name to me. It’s not important.”

“Well then, what do you want me to call you?”

“Nothing. Because you won’t be my partner. I don’t need one.” He steps closer to me, I can see his face now, his skin is smooth and a nice chocolate color, dry blood on his bottom lip, his curls dangling from the sides of his face, his eyes so radiant and bright, that same distinct scar on his eyebrow, I wonder how he got it,

“Yeah but, boss said we can’t switch.” I stumble on my words, this wonder of a man in front of me, just took my breath away, literally. He looks away, as if in disappointment, gosh this man is gorgeous, I mean, I knew I was gay, but damn, I think I just got gayer.

“We can’t switch?” He says, still looking away from me,

“Ye-yeah…” I mumble, he finally turns toward me,

“You’re shivering. What’s the matter? Scared?”

“No.”

“Well you should be. You shouldn’t be around me.”

“Why?”

“Things about me, that you don’t know…” he steps away, crossing his arms,

“Then tell me.”

He scoffs, “not a chance in hell.” He starts towards the elevator, seems he’s had enough of my commentary, he stops in front of the elevator, his back faces me,

“One thing you learn from me, is I don’t have friends for a reason. I plan to keep it that way. So don’t try and get close to me, because it won’t work.” He presses the button, the elevator dings as the doors open. I see him step inside, he faces me, I can see his face, I can see that expression, that expression of a man who cares, but has the world on his back, worry.

The doors come to a close, that’s the last I see of him.

“Well, what a great introduction to my new partner.” I say out loud to myself, how the hell am I going to make this work?

I need a drink.

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『Heisenberg and S/O in Austria』

anon asked: Helloo if your requests are open! Because i have an idea! A Heisenberg with his not-from-the-village S/O ( it could be gender neutral, how do you like it ), a post-miranda one-shot that Karl slowly accustoming to the modern world with the help of his S/O. They moving to the Asutria, a place where his lineage belongs to, living and travelling here. I wonder how Karl would felt with experiencing, discovering and travelling about both his homeland and outside world? I also would like to read a portayal of Austria, by the hands of an Austrian! Have a good day!

a/n: omg yes I'd love to!!!! I'm so happy you actually want me to write about my heisenberg headcanon, thank you *tears up*

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pairing: Karl Heisenberg x gn!Reader

type: sfw | one-shot

tw: none

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He thought he was dead. He thought you were dead too. But both of you weren't. You were alive, hidden somewhere in the woods around in the village.

He was happy to see you, happy to see you weren't hurt and didn't get killed by the bitch. And even more he was happy the bitch herself was dead now. But that meant he lost his home too, his factory, all his experiments.

Did he like? Not really, but he could care less at the moment. You two were on the way to the nearest town, wanting to take the train to his rightful home — Austria. And this thing called train and those called cars fascinated him.

He was like a little child. You had to hold hands with him otherwise he would've ran off to inspect those new and strange machines. Once in the train Heisenberg had finally found the peace he needed the last few days. Not even five minutes after the click clack of the rails started he had fallen asleep, his head resting on your shoulder.

Everyone who passed you two looked judging into your direction. No wonder with Heisenbergs choice of clothes. You two really should go shopping for up-to-date clothing once you arrive at your destination.

He didn't like that idea. He liked what he wore so why was there a need to change it? Even though you explained the reason to him with logical arguments he still wasn't a fan of the idea.

Arriving in Vienna, the capital of Austria, was a real culture shock for him. Hundreds of people ran around the central station, trying to catch their trains. And they didn't care about the others, not even apologising for running into you or him. It surely took all his might to not scream at them out of anger or even let his powers be seen, which you strictly told him not to do.

Finally being away from the crowd that made him so uncomfortable he caught his breath, lighting a cigarette for the first time in almost a day. His eyes scanned the outside area while he waited for you to come back with the food and drinks you were going to get.

Being back he got startled by the food you were holding in your hands. You held the two weird looking white and red boxes, their lid was missing and a fork had been inserted into the food.

"What the hell is that?", he said, pointing with his cigar at the food-boxes.

"It's the cheapest I could get. It's rice with meat and vegetables. It's really good, trust me!"

Unsure about your opinion of what is good he took one of the boxes and took a bite. Much to his surprise you were right — it did taste good! He ate all of it quicker than you could even say the name of what he was eating, being happy he finally ate something, more or less, proper.

After you two ate you made your way to the subway, only nearly catching the one driving to your destination.

"What does that mean?"

You looked at him in awe.

"Those words the lady says, what do they mean?"

You realised he meant the announcements that were heard every time before you held at a station.

"She's just saying what station we are and which side we'd have to go out."

For a second you forgot you were the only one of you two being able to understand German, your native language.

Heisenberg didn't say anything anymore. He carefully listened to every announcement, trying to get a glimpse of words he might understand, but he failed.

"Can you teach me?"

"Teaching? You mean if I can teach you German?"

He nodded.

"I can try but it's not easy..."

"Please, (name). It's the language my ancestors have spoken, the one I should have spoken if I wouldn't have been dragged into hell."

Looking into his eyes you knew he was serious, you knew he really wanted to learn it.

"Okay, I'll try. But no backing up if it's too hard for you!"

Heisenberg took your hand into his, giving it's back a kiss and thanking you for being so kind.

After you two arrived at your destination — your home — you didn't give him the slightest chance to catch his breath and relax, dragging him into the bedroom and starting to undress him.

"Babe, I didn't know you were in the mood!"

A smirk appeared on his face, enjoying the sight of you unbuttoning his shirt.

"Shut up. I just want you to try some clothes my father gave me. After all you can't walk around like this!"

Being unhappy with what you had planned he still did as you said, trying on the, what seemed like thousands of pieces, clothes your father had given you.

"Your parents, where do they live?"

You looked at him in awe, raising an eyebrow.

"In Lower Austria, to be exact in Maria Dreieichen. Why?"

"Was just wondering... When do I meet them?"

Being shocked of he said you let the pants in your hands fall to the floor.

"Was it wrong to say that?"

"No no! It's just... I didn't imagine you to actually wanting to meet them."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because you are you?"

"Ouch!"

Faking pain he held his hand at his heart. You rolled your eyes, telling him to stop playing around and finally finish trying on the clothes.

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Months had passed since you and Heisenberg had fled from the village and arrived in Vienna. Much to your surprise he pretty quickyl adjusted to the circumstances, even having met your closest friends and parents already. But only seeing Vienna wasn't enough for him. He wanted to see more. He wanted to see all of the culture of his home land. And so you two did.

You drove around Austria and visiting the cultural sights. Starting with going on the Wiesn in october, then visiting various castles and monasteries, visiting the museum village Niedersulz and much more.

Sometimes when you looked at him you thought you could see tears building up in the corner of his eyes, but you were too afraid to ask him. You didn't want him to think you didn't like his sentimental side nor did you want him to hide those feelings. In fact, you were happy to see him finally meet his true home and his culture and so was he.

Next to seeing all those sights and landmarks he improved his German, talking in dialect all the time. You were like a proud mother every time he managed to talk with people in yours, and now his, native language.

You were happy to see him finally being able to be himself. To be able to slowly start forgetting the pain and hell he lived in for almost his whole life. But even if he started forgetting it, it never really went away. You often caught him having nightmares, waking him up because he was moving so much in his sleep, sweating and mumbling words all the time. It pained you to see him like that.

With all your heart you hoped he'll completely forget his past life in the village, so did he.

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[nuttytani]

My manager is a total grandpa but he can kick some ass?

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Tartaglia | Childe x Zhongli

Premise: Ajax is a popular idol named Tartaglia and is known to be a bratty prince and hard to work with, or so they say. His agency has hired him a new manager, since his previous one quit, yet again!

Fic can also be read here on my ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51099172/chapters/129105334

chapter 1 link

Chapter 2

Ajax is still unsure how he exactly feels about his manager– since he still radiates that “I know it all” energy. Don’t get him wrong, though– there are no complaints when it comes to his manager’s work ethic. Zhongli completes his job meticulously. He is never late to work, picks and drops Ajax on time, and gets healthily balanced home-cooked meals for him (yes- his manager apparently wakes up at an ungodly hour to cook him nutritious food for the day because he cannot trust convenience store foods).

“Pray tell, why are you cooking me meals? When you can order something,” he says while looking up from his phone. 

Zhongli clears his throat and observes Ajax taking hold of the pair of chopsticks while opening up the lunchbox to reveal steaming rice. “As an idol, you are required to keep your body in peak condition, which means eating healthy and balanced meals.”

He fumbles with the utensils, trying to place his fingers correctly, but eventually gives up and holds it in a stabbing gesture. To which Zhongli widens his eyes.

“Now please– don’t–”

Mid-sentence and Ajax has already pierced through the fluffy bed of rice with his chopsticks and proceeded to spoon the grains out.

“–Stab your.... chopsticks into your rice…” Zhongli falters, frowning at the action.

“... Oops? Too late,” Ajax says while trying to take a bite of whatever he caught. 

With a heavy and exaggerated sigh, Zhongli grumbles, “Please refrain from doing that. It’s considered to be a rude and an insulting act in Liyuen culture.”

How was he supposed to know something like that? Ajax feels like scratching his head about why the brunet even brought him chopsticks instead of a pair of spoon and fork instead, which he asks for after apologising for his cultural faux pas. 

But gets immediately rejected. 

“One needs to fully appreciate Liyue’s food with appropriate utensils. Then and only will it taste flavourful,” says his manager, with a quirk of his brows, and observes Ajax, who makes a mess of his food. So he keeps suffering throughout the lunch, barely able to enjoy any spoon– err– bite– ahh he doesn’t know. He couldn’t enjoy his lunch. Case closed. Of course, his devilish Mr. Zhongli still didn’t get him a spoon and fork.

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It had been a long day of work. Ajax feels incredibly tired, not to mention the unpleasantness of the wet clothes sticking to his skin since he is drenched from head to toe with water. 

He thanks one of the crew members who handed him a clean towel to dry himself. 

Today was another shooting of the romance drama that he had gotten a role in. The directors called it the “Scandalous and Explosive Triangle”. He’s not a fan. It sounds like some trashy clickbait type of drama with no actual plot. But he has no say in this, so he prays that one of the crew members is clear-headed enough to suggest a better name. 

The scene they were filming today was a confrontation between the two love interests of the female lead. The primary love interest, basically the main lead, would warn Ajax ( who is playing as the role of the second love interest) to stay away from the love of his life. Ajax’s job was to act like the crazy and obsessive freak who couldn’t get over the girl who showed him the bare minimum of kindness. While, his colleague was supposed to act possessive and protective over his girl. 

By the decision of the set director, this scene was being filmed at night, in a park. They also wanted to create a somewhat intense scene so the crew brought in rain towers. Which is why he is completely wet alongside the main lead.

However, the directors of the show felt like something was missing in the scene and they couldn’t pinpoint it. So they would have to redo the scene once more. Which was not that much of a big deal, but all the actors involved in the scene would have to dry themselves, wear new clothes, and redo their makeup and hair. Fix anything else that needs fixing. Thankfully, it was dinner break time, so everyone had a couple of hours to spare. 

As if on cue, Zhongli came running in with a couple of tote bags in his hands and took out a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a hoodie. He hands the pair of clothes to Ajax. 

Since it was dinner break and the crew would need to remake the set, he had enough time to eat food and relax for a while. 

He gives a quick smile at his manager. “Thanks, Mr. Zhongli. Here, let me grab those.” Ajax takes the bags into his arms, and the two chat while walking back to his trailer for the shoot. He glances at Zhongli and asks, “Have you had dinner yet?” 

“Not yet, I’m afraid,” Zhongli replies with a weary smile.

“Hey now, I know you’re a busy guy, and so am I, but you have to take care of yourself, Mr. Zhongli! Eat your meals on time. That’s the least you can do, yes or yes?” Ajax furrows his brows as he says to Zhongli, feeling guilty about his manager’s busy schedule. Fatui Entertainment jammed-pack his schedule, to make sure he doesn’t leave the spotlight. It has its pros and cons. Sure, his fans adore the fact that he’s active, but, he barely has time to wind down neither does his staff; including his manager who is the busiest out of them all. 

It seems Ajax said something right since Zhongli responded to his words with a warm chuckle. 

With a twinkle in his amber eyes, Zhongli counters, “Perhaps you should take your own advice, Ajax. Anyway, hand me those bags. I’ve made us both meals.” 

“Please tell me you’ve brought a spoon and fork this time.” He pouts, trying to look as pitiful as possible. 

“Worry not, they’re tortilla wraps. No cutlery needed.” 

Ajax dramatically sighs and makes a show of wiping his forehead. Not before handing those bags, though. He fishes for the keys from his damp jeans and opens the trailer door. 

“Let me take a quick shower and then we can both eat,” Ajax announced and made a beeline for the bathroom, while Zhongli placed the bags on the sofa and took out the packed bento boxes onto the nearby coffee table. 

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Ajax comes back in a few minutes. His hair is still slightly damp but he doesn’t care, as he grabs for the wrap placed on the table and sits on the sofa next to Zhongli. The exhaustion from the entire day is now creeping up on him, after his shower. His body aches and his eyes burn, his body is practically screaming at him to sleep, but he can’t. Not yet at least.

“It’s good, thanks for the meal Mr. Zhongli,” he speaks after taking a bite from his wrap. His manager is a superb cook, no doubt about that. Hopefully, he doesn’t quit like all his other ex-managers. It hasn’t been that long now, only a month since Zhongli became his manager, and he hopes it continues that way. The man is competent in his work and seldom makes silly mistakes. 

“I’m glad, please have more. I’ve got extras packed and some snacks. Rest a bit after this, you’ve been busy since this morning, plus, your shooting will be about 12 hours long today– don’t worry, your schedule tomorrow is empty. Try to get some sleep during the break hours,” Zhongli says as he, too, takes a bite out of his tortilla wrap. 

It doesn’t take long for his break time to end. He is called by a fellow crew member; to change back into new clothes and get his makeup and hair done. 

“Alright! Just a minute!” Ajax pipes from where he sat and slowly rises. 

Back to work! He thinks. Ah, if only he could take a good smoke right now, it would have ended the dinner perfectly, but he can’t do that with his manager next to him. Ever since Zhongli confiscated all his cigarettes, Ajax has been having a hard time with his withdrawal symptoms. He needs to feel something in his mouth after a hard day of work, but his ruthless manager took all of them away. He doesn’t have a single one in his possession. Not even the cheap ones he had for emergency cases.  

They all got thrown into the trash. If the man even found Ajax sneakily purchasing a new pack and taking a quick smoke, he would grab the offending piece of cigarette and throw it away (not before stubbing it out, safety first). On days his manager felt a little sassy, he’d chop the cigarette with a pair of scissors instead of grabbing it, and into the trash, it went. 

“Mr. Zhongli… Why do you have scissors–”

“Oh, for no reason at all.” He smiles, a little too sweetly. 

“Doesn’t sound…. HEY NO, STOP!”

“Oops? Too late.” 

“Don’t oops me…That was completely intentional.”

He swore that Mr. Zhongli’s glasses did that evil anime glint thing, as he pushed it up his nose. 

.

The entire shooting day passed without a hitch, thankfully. None of the actors had to redo scenes, which was a blessing and the crew wrapped up around early morning the next day. Ajax was more than exhausted. He was wrecked and carnally needed the feeling of his soft bed and buttery sheets against his tired body. Barely, he could stand on his legs as he opened the door to his apartment. 

Ajax stumbled in like a drunkard. 

His shoes were haphazardly taken off at the entrance and he doesn’t even remember where he threw his clothes off. Mindlessly, he just grabbed the pair of pajamas that were on top of the pile in his closet and he put them on. 

He threw himself onto his sweet-sweet bed and let sleep take over him.

Ring-ring

Or not. That was his work phone, and it’s probably important. With a groan, he slapped his hand over his bedside table and tried to grab his phone. It was currently 10 AM and only a few hours passed since his shoot. He checked his notification, and it was a message from Zhongli. Something something concert next week– ah yes, he has a solo concert in the coming week. He quickly replies with a thanks and goes back to sleep. Wishing that no one else tries to interrupt his beauty sleep. 

. 

A few days later, he is called to Rosaline’s office yet again. Did Zhongli quit? Was he too much? In Ajax’s humble opinion, he wasn’t even mean to Zhongli, so he wonders what it might be about. He’d be super sad if his new manager quit though, he thought this one would last. 

His thoughts are interrupted, as Rosaline looks up from her phone and stops the tap-tappy noises she was making with her red manicured nails against the wooden desk. 

“You’re here, took you some time, huh? I was tired of waiting,” she makes a sound of disapproval and looks at him with a piercing gaze. 

“At least I’m here, and I’m only 2 minutes late. What do you want?” He rolls his eyes. 

“Now, now, don’t be so rude, my dear Childe,” Rosaline drawls and continues, “How’s it going with your new manager? This is just a check-up meeting, don’t worry your pretty little head over it.” 

“Not bad,” Ajax gives a curt reply. Check up? Hah. He’s never had checkups about what his other managers were like, so why now? If Rosaline is here to waste his time, then he won’t hesitate to walk out of the door. 

“Hmm, that means he’s pretty good, I assume. Well, I do have a good sense for competent people,” she praises herself and laughs, almost like a witch but he won’t tell her that. 

“Anyway, that’s good to hear. Keep that up, as I told you previously, don’t let this one run off. Otherwise, the paparazzi will be at your neck, and so will I. Zhongli is one of a kind, you do not know how many strings I had to pull to get him.” 

“Not many, don’t be such a sloppy liar, he already told me how he got the job.” Ajax tries to refrain himself from doing another eye-roll, instead, he rubs at his eyes. They’ve been burning for some time now, but he keeps chalking it up to being worked to the bones. 

“....Whatever.” Rosaline frowns at him but opens her mouth again as if remembering something, “Oh, don’t forget the concert this Friday. I’ve informed your manager to keep your schedule empty till Thursday so do what you will till then.” 

“Lady, that’s not even a full three days of vacation! And yeah, yeah… I know, Mr. Zhongli already reminded me last week.” 

“It’s paid vacation. And good. Get some rest. You look like death warmed over, and do something about those raccoon-like-eye bags!” 

“Fine. If that’s all then I’m going, see ya.” He waves at her and abruptly turns around– his vision suddenly blackens for a moment before returning to normal. 

Rosaline observes him carefully before calling out to him in concern, “Ajax, you alright? I keep telling you to take care of yourself..” 

“Just felt a bit dizzy, don’t worry!” He responds with a smile. Though Rosaline and him love to bicker like siblings, he knows she cares for him, just as he does. 

As if unsure of his answer, Rosaline furrows her brows. “You look a bit more flushed than usual.”

“Did a workout before coming here,” Ajax counters. 

“Oh, so that’s why you were late.” 

“Shush, it was only 2 minutes!” 

You may have noticed, but I'm not well versed with idol activities, or well, how filming in general goes. I've tried to mix match how idols/drama actors and film actors work on shoots. So it's not exactly perfect. Let me know if there are any typos ^^;; kind of rushed this haha-

[1] Directors - generally guides and controls how the drama/film's visual or artistic aspects

[2] Working hours and break times - if you're shooting a scene, it can take up to 12 hours or more, although the directors try to wrap it up around 12 but it's hard. You get 3 huge breaks, for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They last for a couple of hours. You do get a 5 minute break during every 1 hour of filming though.

[3] Residence - when you're filming a drama or a film, actors need to have a temporary place to stay. They usually get a room to stay in a hotel or trailers, which are convenient. Ajax has a temporary trailer, because he just needed to for a day, so he'll be back in his apartment soon.

[kkonpuki]

ᴬᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ˢᵉᵉᵏᵉʳ

Childe x GN reader. Highschool AU

Y/n has been busy with their work that they couldn’t pay attention to their own relationship with the one they love. Childe has had enough and wants their eyes back on him. 

Y/n sighs as they struggled answering this question on the homework. It was the end of the marking period, meaning that teachers would be slapping homework into their face just to try to make the students fail. Y/n also had to hand out work to the student council since they were in charge of the schools theater club. But they also had to do.. just explaining all this could go on and on. Point is, Y/n has been real busy with school and Childe could guess this without even thinking. 

Y/n and Childe has been in a relationship for one year now and this wasn’t the first time school has been dragging their interactions down. Childe knocked on Y/n’s room door, “Baby, you have been working so hard. How about you take a break and eat something.” He walked towards Y/n and bent over putting his face in the crook of their neck. “Childe! Don’t you see I’m busy!?” Y/n stood up in frustration. 

“I-I’m sorry baby but, you should really take a break..” 

“A couple of these assignments are due in the next hour so I don’t have much time left. I have many things right now Childe.” They walked out of the room and into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Childe followed from behind and sat down in the dining table, watching Y/n walk back into that room and closing it once again. Childe sighed. 

“There it is again, school stealing the one I love away from me.” He started at the plate across from him that was full with food which has gone cold. He stared at his own food, picking the rice with a fork. “It has been a while since I’ve gotten yelled at by them..” He sighed. Childe was a year older than Y/n. Y/n was currently a Sophomore and he’s a Junior. He has finished all his work since he actually paid attention to the classes for once but doesn’t have much work comparing to Y/n since they were in different clubs. The only club he was in was volleyball and the homework club since he barely finishes his homework. 

Y/n always has criticized him for not completing much of his homework which was really reasonable since he might fail the school year and get held back. But hey, he would be the same grade as Y/n! Y/n scolded him once again once in a lecture where he might’ve gotten held back once he brought that up. It did not end well.. He loved Y/n’s protective, furious nature but when it comes to this, it does not feel right whatsoever. He looked up at the clock showing that one hour has finally passed meaning that Y/n must’ve been done with their work. 

He stood up, walked towards their room and knocked a couple times. “Y/n? I’m coming in!” He opened the door and found them asleep on their desk. He walked closer to them watching their sleeping figure. He smiled and leaned in, giving a kiss on their forehead. He carefully carried Y/n in his arms and placed them on their bed, pulling the covers up to their chest. He placed a soft kiss on Y/n’s soft lips and turned off the lamp that was on.  “Goodnight, my baby” 

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The sun has finally risen. Y/n opened their eyes to find a ginger laying under the same covers that was covering their body. Childe’s lashes fluttered open and smiled. “Good morning princess.” he pressed his forehead with Y/n’s. “Childe, I’m sorry for yelling at you yesterday.. I was really stressed trying to finish my work. I’m sorry” Childe laughed. 

“It isn’t like it’s the first time you’ve yelled at me, my love. But to make it up, lets cuddle and go on many dates today.” He wrapped his arms around their waist. “You’re such an affection seeker Childe.”

I promise to make a long story soon! I just want to finish this anime I’m watching :)). I hope you enjoyed this! :D