#PRETEND I ANSWERED THIS EARLIER LMAO

[princepsumbra]

"Hark, milord! On this day did darkness descend, giving birth to the heroic spirit within my stygian master..." Odin stops the professor on his walk to class with one of his dramatic poses. An hand falls over his face, fingers opening just a crack for an ashen eye to peek through. He gives pause, as if letting an imaginary twinkle live its short life. "...And unleashing a storm of retribution against the forces of evil! I've heard the legends: they say that a shadow was cast upon the moon, and your cradle came crashing into the castle!"

At least, that's what the ones he started say.

"So behold! As your retainer I take this day very seriously. 'Tis a matter of life and death!" With his spare hand, he reaches behind his back. Some rummaging around happens--probably more than Odin would have liked or had been sufficiently dramatic--and with a little flair he presents a carefully-wrapped costume box. "Happy birthday, Lord Leo! Greatness and power shall find you, lest I am not an Avenger of Righteous Justice!"

He drops the edgy facade and pushes the gift to the prince's chest with both hands, his smiling face eager to see it opened. "So go on! Shout your sacred name into the heavens, and let them know that none may stand in your way with your ultimate birthday powers! This gift shall amplify them, too, for it is the twin of the artifact I draw my power from."

Another pause. This time, to create gravity. He waggles his finger, and the line on his brow darkens with the rise of excitement.

"That's right... I've given you... Your very own Wings of Darkness!"

Sort of. They aren't quite the same--scaled instead of feathered--but the idea was for them to not be a complete match. These ones are the black and pointed wings of a gargoyle, inspiring fear and terror in equal measure... That is to say, not a lot of either, since, at the end of the day, they are still just a prop.

But Odin's face looks so excited. He can't wait to see what wicked spells Leo would cast whilst wearing them.

Odin's shadow gave him away.

Leo saw a flash of blond just peeking around the corner on his route to class. It was about time he changed which pathways he walked, anyway. Predictability only led to situations like this (and a knife in the back, though such a threat is low here at Garreg Mach).

Now he stands patiently waiting for his every-loyal retainer to finish whatever grand speech he'd no doubt been practicing for hours. While flashy, the colorful rumors and tales did add another layer of mystique to Leo's reputation, and he does appreciate the unintended affect.

A matter of life and death is a touch dramatic, even for Odin. Leo won't begrudge the mage for forgetting a birthday; Leo himself holds no plans other than a quiet dinner with his sisters. But he keeps talking...and talking...and talking while shoving the gift further into Leo's personal space.

He accepts the box with his free hand--the other currently occupied with freshly graded papers ready for return--while doing his best to look properly impressed. This stuff matters to Odin; ruining his enthusiasm on the grounds of not understanding why it holds so much weight is ignorant at best and baselessly cruel at worst. Odin thrives on flamboyance, on the power of stories and make-believe talismans.

"Wings of Darkness?" Leo repeats, curious despite himself. It takes some shuffling, but he manages to maneuver everything properly in his arms so he can open the box without dropping it all.

A costume prop greets him once he finally pops the lid off. The name wasn't a misnomer after all; the cloth is of the deepest black, textured to shimmer like scales in the shifting light. If not for the impressive amount of detail (and backstory), Leo would think this a joke.

But judging by the look on his retainer's face, he considers this as serious as Leo would a battle strategy.

"I...thank you, Odin, for this artifact," Leo replies with true sincerity. He replaces the lid with all the studiousness such a gift deserves. "I will guard them jealously."

(And if they remain in their box, unworn not out of distaste but sheer embarrassment, that's between him and the shadow-casted moon.)

[kidney9-9]

Mixing Things Up - Yamada Hizashi

Hi hope you enjoy :) thank you! I'll be back pretty soon I hope. Also lmao I have no idea if his quirk would be able to do this but I'm pretending it does. Requests are open

Hizashi x Reader [Smut] Warnings: Smut, face sitting, cursing Word Count: 1.4k

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Hizashi answered the call for his radio show, not thinking their question would be something so inappropriate for a live show. “Hello, you’re now on with Present Mic, Yugo. What’s your question for the day?” Hizashi asked, drumming his fingers against his desk.

The person on the other line stumbled over their words, “Uh, hi! So, my girlfriend and I wanted to mix things up a bit by using our quirks – if you know what I mean.”

Hizashi scrunched his nose up in confusion, “No, I don’t follow?”

The person laughed, “Right, right. Anyway, my question to you is have you and your girlfriend ever use a quirk during sex? Doesn’t your voice cause at least some vibrations when used in a controlled way? Why not use it on someone?”

Hizashi’s eyes widened, “Woah! Okay, I’m stopping you right there. This show is live and family friendly.” He quickly looked over to the audio techs, scrambling to cut the phone call now. They quickly did, and Hizashi blew out a sigh of relief.

“Wow, okay folks, time to get this party going with some new music out by a few popular bands.” He quickly moved onto another subject.

By the time the show ended, Hizashi kept thinking about the question that he was asked earlier. Was his quirk able to do that? He thought deeply about it. Technically, it should be able to do something like that. All Hizashi had to do was activate his quirk while he was whispering, and that would send a very mini version of the pressure pushed out. If he did it a few times in a row, then yeah, it would feel like vibrations.

He blew out a sigh, wondering if you’d even like to try that kind of thing. He’d figure he’d ask tonight when he got home. He was up to try it at least.

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You were in the shower when he got home. He smiled softly to himself, looking in the fridge and noticing the extra food. He warmed it up in the microwave and sat down to eat it. Once he was done eating, he heard the shower turn off, and he quickly put the plate away and walked towards the bathroom.

“Hey sweetheart.” He called out, waiting for you to get out of the bathroom. You did, with a towel wrapped around your body. You smiled softly at him, happy to see him.

“Hi Hiz, how was work? I listened for a few hours but had to do some work.” You asked, walking towards him. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged, he hugged you back, groaning as some water dripped on him.

“It was great! Mostly…, hey you got me all wet.” He chuckled, pulling away at the feeling of wetness on his clothes.

“Mostly? What happened?” You ignored his joke, pouting at him.

He sighed, feeling a bit weird even bringing it up like this, but for some reason he was stuck on it. “Did you hear about the caller that asked about quirk use during sex?”

Your eyes widened and a surprised laugh came from your lips, “Mm, wow, that must’ve been surprising. I didn’t hear it.”

“Okay! Yeah, just something he said really made me think about something.” He paused and laughed, scratching his head.

“He said my quirk could cause sensations, like vibrations – and well, would you be interested in trying something out?” His words tumbled out and he watched as your smile widened and you nodded to him, causing him to laugh in relief.

“You were acting so nervous, I was worried!” You laughed, “Baby if you wanted to do that, we can. How would you wanna do it?” His eyes widened, realizing you meant right now. Damn, he was down for that too, why not?

“Mm, you know I love when you sit on my face.” He responded and you gave him a suggestive look as you dropped your towel. His eyes dropped down to your body and gulped as he watched some of the water drip down your breasts and down to your stomach, leading towards your hips. He sighed as he watched the water drip down your bare legs, and you walked over to the bedroom, signaling him to follow.

He settled down against the bed and motioned for you to get up on the bed with him. “I’ll tap you twice on your leg if I need to get up.” He spoke and pulled you close to him. He gave you a kiss on the lips, which turned heated as one of his hands drifted to your breasts.

He squeezed and massaged one of them and then started to pinch your nipple. You gasped into the kiss and leaned into him even more, which led him to slipping his tongue into your mouth, curling around your tongue and your mouth.

He groaned into the kiss as you started to grind against him. You wished he was naked, so you could feel more of his bare skin, and you slipped away from the kiss, panting, “Baby, I wanna feel you, take your clothes off.”

“Mm, of course, then I want you to sit on my face, pretty girl.” He murmured back to you, making you shiver in excitement. You pulled back and sat, helping him pull his shirt off. He grinned at you, and you smiled back, loving how attractive he was, with his hair down and smiling.

“You’re so handsome.” You let out, causing Hizashi to laugh and smile even more at you. He kissed your lips slightly, then scooted back to take his pants off. Once he was done, he gestured for you to come over to him.

He laid his head down on one of the pillows and you put one leg on one side of his head and the other on the other side. “You ready?” You asked, gazing down at him. He nodded back to you with a wide grin, excited for you to sit on his face. It was one of his favorite positions after all.

“Fuck yeah, baby.” He responded with a blush forming on his face, as he gazed up to your pussy. You slowly lowered yourself onto his face, and he blew out some air just before you settled down against him, causing you to shiver slightly.

Just as soon as you sat down on his face, he gave a big smooch to your pussy, chuckling when you shuddered again. He started off with smoothing his tongue slowly all up and down your pussy. He groaned at the taste, enjoying the sweetness of it.

“Ohhh, Hiz…” You trailed off, moaning as he started to circle around your clit. He usually focused on your clit, just as you liked and continued to press his tongue against your bud with more and more pressure.

He gripped your legs tightly, pushing you down further causing you to gasp loudly. You pushed your hands into his hair, pulling his face up closer against your pussy.

He grinned before he activated his quirk, to the very smallest set – extremely quiet, not a whisper but loud enough for you both to hear his words as the vibrations rolled straight into your clit, causing you to shake like crazy.

“How do you like it?” He asked, with his quirk activated.

You whimpered loudly, “Fuck, fuck, Hizashi.” Your voice carried out his name, and he shuddered at the sound of it. He loved hearing you moan his name, especially like that. It made him feel so important and lustful for you.

“Hmm, keep moaning for me, baby girl. I love it when you do that.” His voice came out, quirk activated with vibrations rolling out throughout your pussy. Your grip on his hair tightened and you shook against him, about to come undone.

“I’m so close, fuck, please, keep doing that, oh god, please!” You begged him loudly, not caring that your neighbors might hear.

He continued going on the lowest activation of his quirk, muttering dirty things to you, “Go ahead baby, cum for me, I want your juices to cover my face. You taste so sweet, so good, fuck, baby girl, you’re so fucking good.”

That drew you over the edge with the vibrations curling over your clit relentlessly. Your orgasm pushed out of you, cum pouring out of your pussy, spreading over Hizashi’s face. He lapped it all up with his tongue, circling over your clit again, making you shudder once more.

“Baby, holy fuck, that was amazing.” He groaned as you slowly moved yourself off of his face. Your lower body was trembling as you moved away, and you laid next to him, breathing deeply.

“Yeah, it was. Can’t believe we didn’t think about that ourselves.” You chuckled back breathlessly. You pulled close to him and gave him a small peck to his lips.

He grinned happily, “We’re doing that again for sure. I’ve got to thank that caller.”

[storm-angel989]

hihiiiiii!! I'd liek to request val w reader and reader on her period/being sick jus fluffy comfort w that ?? I'm going through it and oml its terrible and I wanna b coddled by my comfort character lmao, thanks if u do do it. if not totally ok!!! hope u have a nice dayyyyy <3

I feel that pain in my soul! Enjoy and I hope this story brings you the comfort you crave. <3

He knew it was coming before she did. 

So when he came home from another long day and found her curled up in her bed with a heating pad, he wasn’t surprised in the slightest. 

“Princessa, why are you in here?” He asked, as if he didn’t know the answer. 

She was embarrassed. He knew it, she knew it and they both pretended that wasn’t why she curled up in her own bed on the seventh day of each month. He wasn’t sure if it was the event itself or the fear of ruining his bedsheets that led her to crawl away from him, only for him to chase after her, reassure her each month that yes, he loved her, and no, he didn’t want her to sleep away from him. A little blood never hurt anyone, after all- it was the gift that would allow them to have children someday, if they so desired. 

But he didn’t say that- he knew better. The last time he tried to make a positive comment on the event, by telling her that his videos starring actresses on their period made the most profit, was met with general resistance and quite a bit of accusations about the stupidity of men. 

“It’s a curse,” she had proclaimed with tears streaming down her face. “And it hurts, Val!”

And so, he resigned himself to privately tracking her cycle- simply so he could be prepared for when the time inevitably hit. 

“I’m here,” she muttered in response. “Go away. I don’t feel good.” 

He knew she didn’t mean that. 

“I know, mi amore.” He replied as he sat on the bed next to her. “How can I make it better?”

“Something for the pain, and chocolate. Please. Lots of it.” She replied listlessly. 

Unease settled in Valentino’s chest. She never took painkillers- let alone asked for them. He pushed his hand against her forehead and to his relief, his palm was met with coolness. Probably just a bad bout of cramps. 

Carefully, he helped her sit up and held the heating pad in position while she swallowed down the pink pills. Once they were safely in her system, she tucked herself willingly into his arms. 

The weight of her head on his chest as she curled into a tighter ball made him wonder how she could handle this each month, handle the pain and continue to go about her life as if she wasn’t actively fighting her own biological battle. He tucked her head under his chin and kissed her forehead softly. She needed to understand that she didn’t have to be miserable by herself each month. That he loved her, no matter what was going on in her life. 

“Will you let me take you to our room, reader?” he asked gently, “I have your favorite stashed away. And I can order in dinner for us both, if you feel like eating. But you belong in there- next to me. Not hidden away in darkness.” 

That, at least, seemed to pique her interest. But as quickly as she considered it, her head rested back against him and she shook her head.

“It hurts to walk,” she whined quietly. “I don’t want to move.”

“Then allow me,” he responded. 

He wrapped her into his arms and, making sure the heating pad came with them, carried her off to the safety and comfort of their bedroom. He settled her against the overstuffed pillows and gently tugged the now cool heating pad out of her hands, replacing  it with a bar of chocolate and the television remote. 

She tore into the wrapper and took a bite. He raised an eyebrow at her. Had she eaten anything yet today? He mentally kicked himself for not checking on her earlier. He knew she had a tendency to not eat for the first few hours and then eat everything in sight. That usually resulted in a tummy ache in addition to the pain. His poor princessa didn’t need anymore pain. 

“I’m going to warm this up for you, you decide what you want for dinner,” he said slowly. “Can I convince you to drink something in the meantime?”

“Water, milk, I don’t care. And I know what I want for dinner.”

“Then text it to me, princessa, so I get it right,” he replied as he walked back towards the kitchen. 

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her settle back and flip on the television. Good, if nothing else, she seemed to be more content. 

In the kitchen, he tossed the heating pad into the microwave and checked his phone. Ah. Of course, she wanted her favorite meal from her favorite restaurant. He could have guessed that, but better to let her tell him.  He placed the order and pulled the now warm pad from the microwave. He carried it back to her and to his relief, she looked a little brighter. 

“What did you give me, Val? This is the best I’ve felt all day,” she demanded.

His eyes met hers. “Nothing you would object to, Princessa. I promise. Just relax. Dinner is on its way.” He laid the heating pad against her belly and smoothed back her hair, pressing his lips to her forehead. 

“Snuggles while we wait?” She asked as she reached for him. 

He gave her a smile and wrapped her into his arms as he climbed into bed with her. She snuggled into him and he held her gently, careful to keep the heating pad in place. Whatever his princessa wanted, he would make damn well sure she got. As he reached to rub her back, a realization came to mind. 

She asked to snuggle with him. That never happened during her time of the month. Maybe, just maybe, she was starting to trust his love for her after all.

[sturnstar169]

I Miss You (pt 1)

(matt sturniolo)

warnings: no smut (yet!!) lotta fluff, crying, angst??????? i think that’s it

A/n: I didn’t say the time but pretend it’s like 11/12 at night LMAO

based off these texts

I sent him a “see you soon” text and get “ready” to go see him (sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt). I get in my car and don’t even need directions and just go off memory from how many times i’ve gone over to his house.

I get to his street and all the memories of us when we were together hit me like a train. i feel my face get hot and tears form in my eyes. I let out broken sobs and continue driving down his street with blurry vision.

I pull into the driveway and continue crying, not able to slow the tears. I knock on the door a couple times and then stand patiently. Matt opens the door with a small smile that quickly fades when he sees my state.

“Oh sweetheart.. c’mere.” He says as he pulls me into a tights hug

The soft smell of him on his hoodie is enough to keep the tears flowing down my cheeks.

“it’s alright, it’s okay, i promise.” He says into my hair as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head.

“Matt— I.. don’t kiss me.. we aren’t together..” I say through sobs as more tears fall.

“that doesn’t matter right now, okay?” He said it sweetly and softly, like he was talking to a child.

I nuzzled my face further into his hoodie. He smelled good, it was comforting. My crying slowed down as he continued holding me. I don’t remember when but he moved us inside. He always knew how to comfort me and get me through things.

“I-“

“Shh.. it’s alright.” He cut me off with a sweet voice and a gentle kiss to my forehead.

I waited a couple seconds before trying to speak again.

“Matt I miss you.. too much.” I say quietly, my voice breaking slightly.

“I know, y/n. Me too.” He said it sadly and just as quiet as me.

“So why can’t w-“

“Y/n. C’mon. You know why.” He says sternly but reminding himself of my current state.

“Matt— please.. I miss us.” I say, desperately looking into his eyes, searching for any reciprocation.

He looks away from me, avoiding my gaze.

“Y/n, if you’re just trying to get back together I suggest you go. I asked you to come over so we could talk and you could feel better, not so we could date again.” He said more sternly than before, disregarding my fragile state.

I feel tears start in my eyes again but I try to hold them back, trying not to be a baby about it.

“I think— I am gonna go— I—“ I try to finish my sentence but can’t stop myself from crying.

I look at Matt one last time before walking out of his house sobbing again. When I glanced back at him, he was faced away, clearly hurt as well but seemingly trying to hide it.

I get in my car and drive home. Fast. I wanted him to be concerned at how recklessly I was driving.

I get home, tears staining my cheeks and shirt. I look at my phone which at buzzed just a minute earlier.

It was a text from Matt. He sent a couple texts, i could tell was clearly worried by how many texts he sent. I guess my attempt at getting him concerned worked.

“I’m sorry”

“Y/n I’m so sorry”

“Sweetheart?”

“Answer please”

“Y/n answer I wanna know you’re okay”

“Please”

“I’m sorry y/n”

I read the spew of texts and ultimately decided to leave him on read. I wanted nothing more than to text him back telling him it was okay and i forgave him, but I was really trying not to give in.

I get into my bed and get under the covers, crying my eyes out as I looked at cute pictures of me and Matt together until I eventually fell asleep, forgetting to plug my phone in.

This was so ass LMAO

go read pt 2!!

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 ꒱ 정성찬

summary : you and sungchan have been in a situationship for some time, and the pot was finally boiling over

genre : fluff, slight angst, suggestive, sungchan x afab!reader tws : language, pet names, kiss, slightly suggestive content author notes : wrote this like 10 minutes after i woke up lmao word count : 0.8k

you were nervous. much more nervous than you ever had been—not even your exams could compare to the feeling of dread inside your chest, caving in your lungs. your hands fought each other subconsciously as you paced the front part of your apartment.

you thought of yourself as stupid, there was nothing else to describe the feeling of embarrassment, that was now mixed with guilt.

you’d seen it. your situationship making out with another girl during your shared physical education class. you’d seen it, and you watched in disbelief until he turned his head, catching your horrified gaze.

you had no right to be making faces at the two. you had no right to be upset. he wasn’t yours, and you made it clear all those months ago that he never would be.

so, why was your heart racing so much?

even the thought of him was enough to make you feel weak in the knees. the sight of him alone enough to make you crumble where you stood. he wasn’t yours, but he made you feel the same as if he was.

maybe this new feeling was too scary and that’s why you called him over. maybe you needed him to say he liked her better for you to break it off. maybe you needed something from him that you were too afraid to ask—that you never could, and frankly, never should.

you knew his reputation. hell, everyone did. he was a player. a womanizer. anything that wasn’t loving and caring… but the way he brushed stray hairs away from your face before kissing you oh-so gently. or the way his hands moved with so much caution against you. or the way he’d call you his baby, his pretty girl, contradicted all the rumors.

maybe, they just didn’t know him like you did.

but did she? did the girl he was lip-locking earlier today experience the same man you knew? did she get the sweet princess treatment, and intimate moments that shouldn’t be shared? did she get butterflies when she saw him, the ones that flew so fast it made you nauseous?

you don’t know why that made a lump clog your throat, and an anger form in the pit of your stomach.

he shouldn’t have been anything special—just another guy—but he was special… special to you. and that terrified something new in you. something you were scared to get close to, but scared to lose all together.

in the depths of the night, when he was curled up by your side, you even wondered if this was what love was. you pretended you knew everything about anything, but when it came to the feelings he instilled in you, you were just as clueless as the rest.

a knock on the door sent you away from the what ifs, and it took a lot of strength to get your feet to move to it.

you shook ever-so-slightly as you opened it, revealing the man that wasn’t yours on the other side.

your eyes couldn’t meet his, “i-i—“

he cut you off before you had the chance. “i hated it.”

“what?”

his hands rested down by his side, and you knew he was looking down at you despite you doing the opposite. “it wasn’t you. it’ll never be you. god, you really fucked me up! do you know that, y/n? do you know that i can’t stop thinking about you in situations where i shouldn’t? when i really fucking shouldn’t.”

“i-i’m sorry?”

he fully came through the door, letting it slowly swing closed behind him. his hands were on your cheeks, forcing your eyes to meet his. this was the intimacy you were talking about. and despite it being so casual to and from anyone else, from him, it felt like a confession every time.

his voice lowered a little bit to resemble a half-whisper. “do you feel the same?” but he already knew the answer. the look in your eyes when you caught him in the act was so endearing to him, engrained in his memory, it had him reading you like his favorite book; which you were. he knew all your signs, and now he knew all your tells. “because i can’t do this anymore, and i know you said we’d never take it further, but i—“

“it’s too late, sungchan.” you admitted, finishing what he was starting. “you already have me.”

his lips were on yours faster than the words left them. he had you going up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck, making the kiss deepen. his palms rested steady against your cheeks, stroking them gently with his thumb through the synchronicity.

this kiss felt different; like something inside you had snapped, setting the waterfall of emotions free. and, this time, it didn’t feel like either of you had to hold back.

he walked you backwards, never once breaking apart from you, until you both hit the couch.

“and i’m never letting you go, okay?”

you fell back first with a huff, and he climbed on top of you, settling between your parted knees. your fingers carded through his hair as you kissed so passionately, it could’ve been considered pathetic how desperate it was in reality.

your night could’ve went one of two ways; he’d love you all the same, or he’d leave you. and, tonight—and hopefully forever—you were glad it wasn’t the latter.

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[kalims]

[ 12:04 ] — JOBLESS MONDAY

"can we break up'—" you start. "—pretty please?"

there are only a certain amount of things that can give riddle a heart attack and this was one of them.

his previous ramble about a group of troublemakers recently stirring up trouble in the dorm starts stammering in words as he struggles to process the literal bomb you just dropped on him. he blinks rapidly, and for once, stunned into silence.

should he scream, laugh, or cry?

instead he settles for furrowing his brows at you. (albeit with a nervous tremble.) "w—what in the world are you talking about?" he has half the mind to note the stutter of his first word but does he really care right now? no.

maybe playing dumb will miraculously make you take back what you said?

you sigh. feeling a quarter of guilt rise up in your chest at his horrified expression. well, you would be feeling fully guilty except for the fact that you really need to listen to the album.

"well—mitski just released a new album so,"

riddle's eye twitches and every inch of him is practically bubbling in anticipation. "I don't know who this mitski is," he says. quick to piece that whoever it was were some kind of artist from the world album.

"and I don't see any relevance as to their album,"

you gasp in offense. "how dare you! I'm just saying we need to break up for an hour or two so I can pretend my life sucks and I'm depressed,"

riddle spares you a strange look and all kinds of concern and fear he was feeling earlier had already dissipated and instead is replaced by irritation.

... you and your tricks. clearly you've been hanging around cater too much.

you use the puppy eyes on him and riddle falters. "... my answer is no,"

"an hour," you try.

riddle does not budge from his sharp stare directed at you.

"30 minutes?"

"no,"

"come on, please? how am I supposed to call myself a mitski stan like this?!"

"you don't need to break up with me in order to feel 'depressed', if you want I can destroy that thing in your wardrobe so you can listen to it,"

riddle huffs at your immediate silence.

note. ehh I would make this longer but it's midnight rn lmao and my goal is to post consistently

[jakescaravel]

Secret Fantasy

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word Count: 2,677

Warnings: smut, fingering, dom Jake, slight orgasm denial, dirty talk, alluding to threesomes, this is part 1 and as always 18+ MDNI!!! I literally wrote this today in like 30 mins so it’s lightly edited so sorry if it literally doesn’t make sense lmao

Jake had said it about 2 hours ago. The drunken confession of his secret fantasy had slipped out of him. Just the one word; ‘threesome’ made your heart drop in anger and betrayal. How could he even suggest that? Did he just want to be able to fuck some other girl? Were you not enough?

You had been so mad that you'd stormed off to sleep in the guest room, and he had left you alone since, knowing you needed some time. He really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings and he felt terrible, but the damage was done.

As you lay there in the unfamiliar bed, cold without the warmth of him, you don’t know whether to cry or to punch a wall. A million thoughts race through your mind, thoughts that you’ve never thought about since being with him. Thoughts of insecurity, and it felt horrible. You had always known how much he loved you, he made a point of showing you every chance he got, but now, everything feels unsure.

Soon your eyelids begin to droop and sleep threatens to take you over but you hear the door softly creak open. Even though you’re faced away from the door, you see the thin sliver of light poke through the dark room. You pretend to be asleep so he’ll leave you alone but he knows you're awake. He’s been watching you through the little hole next to the key, maybe a little creepy but he wanted to make sure you were okay, and confirm that you were awake.

He slides into the room so quietly that you can’t even be sure he's there until you feel his weight on the bed next to you. Still you pretend to be asleep, not aware that he knows you're bluffing.

The blanket isn’t covering you given that you’ve always run hot, so your legs are bare, and only one of his oversized shirts covers you.

He reaches his hand out and drags it over your exposed thigh. The touch is so soft and so simple yet it makes you instantly crave more. You curse him for having this power over you. Having the ability to pull you out of your anger and make you want him. You wish you could stay strong and tell him to go away but instead you let him snake his hand down and trace over the thin layer of cotton covering your cunt. Your legs part on their own accord and you hiss through your teeth.

“Faker.” He whispers right against your ear. His raspy voice pulls a shudder from you and you turn to face him. His lips are so close to yours that you almost lean in, just to feel how soft they are, but looking at his face brings back the emotions from earlier so you move away from his touch.

His hands press into you harder and you whine into the quiet room. You open your legs for him, you just simply can’t resist, you're not strong enough so you let him touch you, it feels too good. 

“I know you're upset with me baby.” Fuck. The pet name, the way it drifts off his tongue, laced with sex. The way his lips curl into a smile as if he’s teasing you for being upset in the first place. 

When you don’t stop him, his hands slip further down, massaging the skin on the inside of your thigh. His fingers brush against your core with every move and you buck your hips up in protest, asking for more. 

He’s already winning, already pulling you into a world he knows you can’t resist, but you must know the answer to the thought that’s been plaguing your mind.

“Am I not enough for you Jake? Is that why you want some other girl in our bed?”

His lips part and his eyes look hurt, he can’t believe you’ve gotten it so wrong. 

“No…. no.. that's not what it is at all. Is that really what you thought?” He laughs at the idea, so crazy in his mind.

“Don’t laugh at me.” Your words turn into a moan when he presses his hand against your covered clit. This time he really does laugh at you, at how easily you're falling apart at his mercy and he’s hardly touching you. It's adorable.

When your eyes narrow, full of anger, he leans forward and plants a kiss right to your lips, your face softens when he pulls away.

You search his face, desperate for some kind of answer as to why. So you ask, “so then why Jake?”

He just looks at you for a moment smiling, a genuine sweet smile. It steals your heart, just like the Jake you know always does. He curls his fingers into the waistband of your panties silently asking permission to remove them. When you give a slight nod, he pulls them down your body, left to rest around your ankles. 

Annoyed that he hasn’t given you an answer, you clench your thighs around his hand stopping his movements but instead he grabs your thighs roughly pulling them open. He traces a finger from your clit to your entrance, moving it in little circles, just to tease. You lift your hips up, desperate for him to give you what you want, to slip his finger inside, but he doesn’t move an inch.

“Come on Jake, touch me.”

“I thought you were mad at me.” He smirks when you roll your eyes at him. He knows he's won.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Finally he slips his finger into you, curling upwards. You tilt your head back at the sudden pleasure. With his free hand he pulls your chin down so that you’re facing him once more, forced to stare into his eyes. He lifts his finger out and pushes two back in, pumping slow deep strokes. He repositions himself so that he’s laying down next to you, his face inches away from yours, but his hand never falters. He curls his fingers inside you and your body jerks closer to him as a moan falls from your lips, right against his ear. 

A low groan rumbles out of him, the sound of it bringing you closer. You can’t even be mad at him anymore with the way his fingers are working you. Knowing you so well, where you like to be touched, and exactly how to do it. With every passing second, the band inside you stretches and stretches threatening to snap but Jake stays steady, moving in and out. 

He leans forward and whispers, “this feels good right?” You nod as another sound escapes you.

He moves his other hand to trace circles over your clit.

“Fuck.”

He smiles and applies more pressure to your sensitive bud. The mix of the delicate touch of his calloused finger and his digits flowing in and out of you feel like heaven. You can feel his breath on your cheek, smell his cologne right next to your nose and hear his little words of praise.

“That’s a good girl. This feels even better right? You like when I touch you in both places?”

You nod again, closing your eyes in concentration, feeling the band begin to unravel. “Look at me.” His harsh tone snaps you out of your dream-like state and you open your eyes to look back at him. 

“Say it.”

“I like it… when you touch me like this, feels so fucking good Jake.” He hums and begins to work you faster. 

“You’re so warm, baby, so wet. You’re just sucking my fingers in, coating them. I bet you taste so good, so sweet. After I make you cum I’m gonna lick my fingers clean.” 

His words, so dirty, spoken in his raspy sweet voice, pull you in even farther and your hips begin to match his rhythm. He lets you fuck yourself onto his fingers and curls them even tighter, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you.

“Wish I could feel you with my cock. I bet you would feel so good, so fucking tight. I’m so fucking hard right now, just watching you take it, hearing you moan and whine just because of my fingers. I could make you fall apart even faster with my cock, wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Please” you whine out, now desperate to feel him fill you, stretch you out even more.

“Please what love? Need to hear you say it.”

“Please Jakey, your cock, I want it.” He thinks he's hidden it well but you hear his breath softly catch in his throat. Hearing you beg for his cock is the hottest thing he could hear, and he wants it, badly.

“No. You’re gonna cum on my fingers.”

“I’m so close, Jake. Please, make me cum.”

He leans forward and kisses you. The softness of his lips is intoxicating. He slips his tongue past your lips and you hum around him. You reach your hand up to stroke through his soft hair, slightly pulling at the root. He pulls away and stares at you, so close to your face that you can feel the warmth.

And then he stops his movements all together, pulling his hand out and setting back the tension he's been building up.

“What the fuck Jake, put them back.” Your hips search for him but are met with nothing.

“You like the way my fingers feel right?” He asks as he pushes them back into you, much too slowly.

“Yes, fuck, just keep going.”

“And you like it when I use both my hands?” 

“Yes, feels so fucking good.”

“God, you sound so needy. So desperate for me to make you cum, so impatient. You know I'll get you there, just relax.” He cups his other hand around your clit, just holding it there and you push your hips up to meet him, slowly grinding against his hand as he continues to fuck his fingers into you. 

“Wish I could see your pretty tits love. I wanna feel them. I wanna feel you everywhere, touch you everywhere, wouldn’t you like that?”

“Yeah, feel them.” You say lifting up your shirt for him.

“Fuck… you’re so gorgeous, so fucking perfect. But there’s only one problem, love. I’ve only got two hands. And they are both busy. But how good would it feel for me to touch you there.”

This fucker. I know what he’s doing. But it's working.

He leans his mouth down to draw your nipple into his mouth, he rolls his tongue over it as you press your body into his mouth.

He pulls away all too soon, moving back to whisper into your ear. “That felt good right?” 

“Yes.” You huff out impatiently.

“Close your eyes for a moment. Think about me fucking you, how good it feels, how perfectly I fill you up.”

You do as you're told and close your eyes. You imagine him fucking you, snapping his hips into you harder and harder with every thrust, similar to his hands but unmatched. Your back arches off the bed and a whimper falls off your tongue.

“Good girl. Now think about when I eat your pussy. How soft my tongue is, how hard you cum every single time. I love nothing more baby, you’re my favorite thing to eat. But you can’t have both of those at the same time right?” 

You shake your head. The thought of feeling a mouth on your cunt while being fucked is so obscene but you can’t get it out of your head. You want that, you need that.

You’re so close and he’s holding you on the edge You want badly to slip away, and cum all over his fingers but he’s going just slow enough so you listen to his every word. You hate that he’s making sense, you hate that maybe he’s right but fuck it feels so good and the ideas he’s planting in your head are pulling you further along.

“You know I would give you anything, in a second. You’re the only one for me, forever, I only want you baby. But I want to give you more. Give you things I can’t really give you. But somebody else could. How would you like to feel my cock and someone else's tongue? Maybe not as good as mine but fuck wouldn’t that feel just sooo good.”

He’s practically moaning into your ear and the sound of his voice is so sweet, with the visuals being so dirty. 

“Would you like that baby? Feeling my cock fucking into you while getting your pussy sucked? Wouldn't that feel good?”

“Fuck yes! Yes!” His foul words, the forbidden desire he's planted in your head pulls you over the edge and you’re cumming hard around his fingers. Your whole body shakes as he continues to pump in and out of you. You’re soaking his hand and the sheets in the process, but it doesn’t matter because all you feel is the pure pleasure that seems never ending. You can’t help the sounds that escape you as he pulls you further under. A mix of his name and other curses fall from your lips until they turn into soft whimpers as he slows his movements bringing you back down to earth.

With his fingers still inside you, he kisses along the length of your neck before speaking into your ear. 

“I love you. Only you. Forever. Nobody else. Just you, don’t you ever think otherwise. I want you to feel good baby, that’s all I ever want. I wanna have fun with you, alright?”

You nod and stare into his eyes longingly, they're so perfect, and you love them so much. Your heart swells as his words. How could you even think he would want someone else? Love someone else the way he loves you? What you guys have is magic, and you both know it.

He slowly removes his fingers, bringing them to his lips just like he promised. His tongue laps over them, licking them clean as he closes his eyes and hums around them.

The sight is so sinful, but so perfect. 

“There would have to be rules.” His face softens at your request. He’s won you over to his side.

“So many rules.” He kisses you softly. 

“I don’t want you to fuck her, thats only for me.” He nods his head in agreement.

“Of course. I don’t want that either, I only want your pussy, she’s mine.”

You smile at his confession. Maybe this could be fun. You’re shocking yourself with the ideas running through your head, but it's hot.

He pulls you into him so that you’re pressed against this chest. He strokes his hand over your hair and kisses your forehead.

“I get to pick who it is. And I don’t want you to eat her out.” You think for a moment. “You can touch her and she can touch you but I wanna be the one to make you cum. Okay?”

He nods his head.

“What about you, what are you gonna do?” He questions.

“I don’t know, I’ve never been with a girl.. I guess I could try… I've never… I’ve never eaten pussy before but it sounds kinda…” Your voice lowers, shyness suddenly overtakes you but you manage to finish your sentence; “… hot.”

He smiles at you with so much pride and his cock hardens even further against your stomach.

“Fuck, that might be the hottest thing you’ve ever said. Now I can’t get that image out of my head. You with your pretty mouth between some girl's thighs. Me behind you fucking you while you fuck her with your tongue… fuck.” 

You giggle at his words, starting to really picture it yourself too. 

After a couple minutes of quietly laying with each other, he picks you up and carries you into your bedroom with promises of talking more tomorrow.

That night you fall asleep tangled in each other's arms, minds racing with endless possibilities. 

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Secret Fantasy 2

[kairiscorner]

Heeeyy hope you're doing well,can i request a hobie brown x reader where they've met when hobie was trying to call someone but called reader instead by accident and they keapt talking and flirting and hobie asks out reader on a date?(kinda like scream but without the horror lmao)

OOOOOO CUTEEEE sure thing anon, hope ya like this :DDD

hobie thought he rang his friend when he dialed on the telephone, and after it rang for a long while, someone finally picked up. "y'finally picked up, splendid. anyway, y'ready for the gig tonight?" he asked through the telephone, and while he was expecting an enthusiastic, vibrant answer, all he got was an unfamiliar, perplexed voice asking him, "what gig?"

'ah, shit... called the wrong number.'

hobie gulped back the excitement he was feeling earlier, reeling in out of slight embarrassment once he realized he wasn't talking to a friend, he was talking to a total stranger. "sorry, mate, thought i called my friend; a bassist, they perform at a local pub." he clarified as you listened to him, unsure why you weren't hanging up yet.

"oh, i see. um, i'm unsure if i can help, but you could maybe look their name up in the yellow pages...?" you suggested, to which hobie chuckled at. "bold of you to assume i'd let a record book remind me of what my friends' numbers are." he quipped with a small smile. you gave a small look of incredulity from the other end despite him being unable to see you.

"you don't want to have a reference of anything? you know the yellow pages have more than just your friends' numbers, right?" you told him as he held the phone closer to his ear, thinking about how adorable your voice sounded the longer he kept listening to you speak.

he shrugged on the other end as he began to talk again. "i'd rather keep information about those i love stored deep in my mind, i don't wanna rely on anything else but my memory, i want to remember everything about those dear to me, y'know." he responded with a voice of charismatic sincerity. you nodded along, agreeing with his sentiment, though still preferring to use the yellow pages over your unreliable memory.

"well, then–you, sir, must have extraordinary memory, i'm assuming?" "again with bold assumptions, dear. however, i do have good memory... only when it comes to people and things i care about, especially towards people that... can captivate me without ever having seen their face before." he said with a low voice, it was suggesting something that made you flustered just thinking about it.

"oh, and, 'sir'? what a sweetheart you sound like, dear, so polite and charming you are, really." he said with a small smile as he heard you lightly sigh out of sheer embarrassment at his flirting. you couldn't help but smile over the other end at his flattery, but you maintained a composed voice while speaking to him. "i'm just very accustomed to being polite, it's how i was raised, sir." you said with heavy emphasis on the 'sir' part, making him chuckle a bit out of admiration at how teasing you were.

"well, if you're up for it... how 'bout you visit me at the pub down the block? i'll phone you the details later once i get a hold of the friend i was supposed to call. maybe, um... i can get to see what pretty face has been hiding from me behind this phone call, yeah? what a pretty voice you've got, i'm betting seeing your face would just send me over the edge." he teased with a flustered smile as you hummed and pretended to think it over when your mind was made up the minute he made you flustered earlier.

"if you'll treat me to a good time, that is, sir." you replied with confidence. "you wanna challenge me? ah, well, darling–get ready for the night of your life, then." he said with a daring voice and grin, which you chuckled and smiled wider at. "i'm looking forward to it, sir...?" "hobie. just... call me hobie, love." he said with a wider smile as you let his name roll off your tongue. "'hobie'... alright then, hobie. see you then." you said as you put the phone down after you heard your mother call you over for something.

as hobie put the phone down, too he kept repeating the number he just called over and over in his head; thanking his fingers for slipping up on one or two digits, and his lucky stars for giving him this chance. hopefully you'll come to the pub, have a laugh, get comfortable, and... just have the night of your life with him and see how eager and nervous he was to see you, how overjoyed he'd be when he finally sees the beautiful face that couples with that darling voice he heard over the phone that endlessly teased and made him melt.

"for the first time ever, i'm glad i messed up. now i have a new number to remember and think of calling every day." he said to himself as he grinned, his face getting flustered all over again as he thought of calling you again just to hear your voice, just to hear you speak even after you just put it down. he can't get enough of you, not one bit.

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[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

Scream For Me - Rafe Cameron! Ghostface x Reader PART 6

Warnings: None, I don't know how car batteries work lmao

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He doesn't know how, but Rafe is able to get you upstairs to your room, playing the "Is it up the stairs?" and "Which door is it?" even though he already knew. He could barely think with all of the thoughts in his head...

How good you looked wrapped in his arms.

How he felt so proud of you for calling him, even if it threw a wrench in his plans for the evening.

How you were trembling in his arms minutes before in your entryway, your hands wrapped tight around his arms.

How tiny you looked in his embrace.

He licked his lips, looking around your room, pretending to take it in for the first time, and as you leaned over to wipe at the smudged mascara under your eyes in your mirror, he sat down on your bed.

It took everything in him not to glance over at the skin that was uncovered from that tiny tennis skirt riding up. He just about blew a load into his pants when you looked at him through the reflection. Mouth open with your hand on the reflective glass, looking at him with your big doe eyes.

"Rafe..." You whispered. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as you stood and turned around to face him. "Thank you." Your arms reached out to him for a hug. He pulled you into him, eyes rolling at the fact that he was mere centimeters away from your boobs. You pulled away and looked down at him and Rafe couldn't get over the scared and innocent expression on your face. His thumbs rubbed slowly up and down your waist and he smiled at you.

"Anytime, babe." You giggled. "Do you want me to stay until your parents get back?" He was quick to interrupt when you began to decline. "It's really ok, I don't mind waiting. And also, I'd know that you're safe." You tried to hide your blush but Rafe sees it. Rafe stands, suddenly towering over you. "You like that? Me knowing that you're safe?" He didn't even need you to answer. He already knew that you'd say yes. "C'mon hun, let's go wait downstairs."

Rafe leads you down the stairs and the two of you sit in your living room, waiting for your parents. He turns on a random movie and you try to watch but you keep getting distracted by Rafe. Every little thing he did caught your eye. His hands when he used the remote, his arm muscles when he leaned back on the couch and put his arm around you. his strong legs manspreading while taking up half of the couch, his sharp jawline, just everything.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Your head snapped towards the TV. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Nothing."

"Sure, honey." You turn to look at him, taking in a sharp breath when you see he is already looking at you. His blue eyes flicker down to your lips and you subconsciously do the same.

"Rafe..." You find yourself whispering his name for the second time that night. The two of you lean toward each other and your heart begins to race. Right before your lips meet, you hear the garage door begin to open. The two of you jump apart and you turn back to the television as your parents walk in.

"Y/N? Honey?" You hear your mom call.

"In the living room!" You stand and Rafe follows, as you lead him back to the foyer.

"Rafe! Thank you so much for staying with Y/N." Your father greets him like an old friend, giving Rafe a firm handshake. "We would have come home earlier but our car wouldn't start. No idea what happened. We had to get someone to jump-start it for us."

Rafe, who unbeknownst to you and your family, had broken into said car when your family had gotten to the Country Club and turned on the headlights so by the time your parents had left, the car would be dead.

"That's awful. I hate it when I have to jumpstart my truck." Your dad smiles at Rafe.

"Thanks again for staying with our girl." Rafe looks at you and smirks.

"No problem at all."

After Rafe leaves, you go back upstairs to your room, back to your forgotten phone.

Your heart sinks at the messages that greet you.

Goodnight for real this time, babe.

And the others...

Snitched on me, sweetie?

Do you really think Rafe Cameron is going to protect you from me?

You reply to Rafe by sending a few pink hearts and a smiling emoji but don't answer the blocked number. As you get ready for bed, another text comes through. You open it as you brush your teeth, the toothbrush falling into the sink as you drop it in alarm.

It's another photo of you, taken from outside of your house, zoomed into the upstairs window of your room. Taken just moments ago. You feel sick and run to the window to make sure the blinds and curtains are as closed as they could possibly be.

Your phone buzzes in your hand again.

Bye bye, sweetheart.

BRO SCHOOL IS OUT FOR WINTER AND I AM BACK. I AM BACK BABY. I'm so sorry I was gone for so long. I was just so stressed and overstimulated and wanted to make sure these were as well-written as they could be. :)

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[miss-hyoko]

Hello hello! I just stumbled across your blog, and your fics are absolutely AMAZING! May I request a continuation of your Lilia childhood friend short story? The last sentence almost made me squeal at a family function lmao, childhood friends to lovers is my fav trope

(akhirnya ketemu twstfan Indo di Tumblr wkwk)

"Apologize for the wait, dear customer. Here's your order, a [Collecting The Answer] klepon. Enjoy your meal, and please don't hesitate to call me if you need any help."

Collecting The Answer

Character(s): Lilia

Summary: If you accept Lilia to be your partner

Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, fluff, romantic, reader is NOT Yuu, childhood friends to lovers,

Note: This is a continuation of this fic. It's recommended to read the previous story first so that you can enjoy this more. Also, salken ya sesama twstfan Indo 🙌

After Lilia indirectly confessed his feelings for you, the relationship between the two of you is still the same as usual.

It's because after that confession of his, you became so embarrassed that you immediately used your magic to teleport yourself to your house.

You can't help it, all right? You've long since gotten used to Lilia being mischievous, so his serious side at that time was really caught you off guard.

The way he holds you so tight, his breath tickles your neck, and those words!

Words that seemed like his usual teasing, but at the same time sounded serious. How do you deal with it besides running away?!

When Lilia came home later, you honestly didn't know how to face him. But as if forgetting the words he said earlier, Lilia casually came up to you to ask what would you two have for dinner later.

Knowing Lilia since he was little, you know he purposely acts normal like that so you won't think too much about that matter. And you're very grateful for his consideration.

You do need time to sort out your feelings. When you can finally understand the feelings you have for Lilia, whether you want to have a romantic relationship with him or not, you will definitely tell him right away.

But for now, let's focus on raising Malleus to be a proper gentleman and also the future ruler of Briar Valley.

***

… And apparently, 'sorting your feelings' continues for hundreds of years.

You only realized that when you took a closer look at Malleus and noticed that the little fae you and Lilia raised had grown quite a bit.

“Hahh… How time flies so fast.” Lilia put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him while he let out a dramatic sigh, “Soon, Malleus will find his other half and start a new life together. Meanwhile, look at us both, still single until now.”

Your body tensed involuntarily upon hearing Lilia's words. Glancing slightly out of the corner of your eye, you see him smiling meaningfully at you.

That last sentence just now… He must have done it on purpose.

“Y-yeah, time sure flies.” You said rather stiffly, trying hard not to blush remembering Lilia's indirect confession.

“Indeed it is.” He nodded his head in agreement. “Since you also admit it, isn't it about time you answered my question from that time?”

“That…”

Your eyes darted off and looked elsewhere nervously, trying to avoid the intense stare from Lilia's pair of red eyes.

“(Name).” He called your name, but you pretended like you didn't hear him at all.

Suddenly, you felt your chin lifted and your eyes immediately met Lilia's. Different from his usual playful look, this time Lilia is looking at you very seriously.

“What I said that time, I meant everything.”

Your eyes widened in shock at Lilia's words. Slowly, you can feel your face warm up. Even without a mirror, you can tell that your face must be red by now.

Usually, Lilia will immediately tease you if he sees you flustered. But this time, he actually took one of your hands and put it on his chest.

“Can you feel it? My heartbeat?”

Following Lilia's words, you closed your eyes and focused all your attention on your hand that was on his chest.

You can feel it. Lilia's heartbeat. It pounds like a drum in his chest, fast and hot in anticipation of something—anything.

“It beats only for you, (Name). And forever, he will continue to beat for you.” Lilia pressed his forehead to yours, slowly closing the distance between you both.

“Can you accept it?”

***

“(Name), my dear! Look what I found in the woods today!”

“What is it- OH GREAT SEVENS! LILIA! IS THAT A HUMAN BABY IN YOUR HANDS?!”

“Ssh! Lower your voice, dear. You'll wake him up.”

“... Why is there a human baby in the Briar Valley woods? Could it be that… he was abandoned?”

“It seems that way.”

“What should we do, Lilia? Should we take him to the nearest human city?”

“No need. I have a better idea.”

“... Somehow, I have a bad feeling about this idea of yours.”

“Fufufu, my dear, how about raising a child once again? But this time, we will adopt him as our son. Does that sound good to you?”

[heavyhitterheaux]

Who is in My House?

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: you are always going to continue to play with your husband lmao

Synopsis: "He just left, so come over" prank has Jackman in SHAMBLES

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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Deciding that you wanted to play another prank on your husband, you started a group chat with all of the members of PG to get some ideas. You had been throwing ideas back and forth for about a week and a half when everyone agreed upon which one you should do. 

Everyone voted for you to do the “He just left, come over.” text prank that had been floating around Tik Tok and you already knew your husband was probably going to have a mental breakdown or be completely pissed off. 

PG would be going out to lunch, while you stayed home and pretended not to feel well. You knew that Jack would be hesitant to leave you, but you would have to reassure him that you were okay to make this work.

Clay told you that he would text you when they all got to the restaurant so that you would then send the text to Jack.

Everything was a go and you couldn’t wait.

“Baby, are you sure you don’t want me to stay? I don’t like leaving you by yourself if you aren’t feeling that well.” Jack said while pushing your hair up out of your face that had fallen. 

“I promise, I’ll be fine. Just bring me back something. I’ll just probably drink some tea and go to sleep.”

“You’re absolutely positive?”

“Yes, boo bear. I’m okay.”

“I love you and you better say it back this time.” Jack said while eyeing you.

“I love you too, more than anything else in this world.” You answered before laughing as he leaned down to kiss you.

“We shouldn’t be gone long.”

“Take your time, I want you to have fun. If I need you, I’ll text you.”

There was also one other person who was in on the prank and Jack was about to lose his shit when he found out.

No one other than Dua herself.

She was currently on her U.S. tour and she had a show tomorrow night in Atlanta. You quickly sent a text of the details of the prank last night and of course she was in.

About 45 minutes had passed when you received a text from your brother-in-law

Clay- He’s here. Everything is a go.

You- Lmaooooo it’s showtime

You ‘accidentally’ sent Jack a text thinking that someone was coming over to the house and you knew it would send him into a panic.

However, someone really was coming, but he didn’t know that.

You wanted for the prank to be a little different and that Dua would eventually show up.

You- He’s out with the rest of PG, you can come over! I could use the company.

Jack noticed that the notification sound went off alerting him that he had a text from you. He was hoping that you were okay and didn’t need him, but he got a lot more than he bargained for.

Knowing what was happening, Jack’s eyes went wide as PG was trying not to laugh and looking at the menu to distract themselves.

“Uhh, Jack? You okay?”

“Mm hmm.” Jack quickly answered, trying not to make a scene or make a big deal out of it.

“You sure? I mean you’re usually pale as shit, but it seems as if you got ten times paler when you looked down at your phone and read whatever wifey sent you.”

“I…” Jack started to say, but quickly stopped himself.

“What?”

“She was all like ‘I don’t feel good’ earlier and now I see a text saying that I’m out with yall and to come over? If someone is in my fucking house, I’m about to murder them and then I’ll deal with her. I guess she meant to send that to whoever and not me.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing, it might just be Saweetie. I know she said she would be staying in Atlanta for a few days.”

“Nah, the way she worded it made it seem like it was someone else.”

“You worry too much. Y/N doesn’t have eyes for anyone but you. We’ve been wanting to come here for a while so your ass better not get up from this table. You see the way she acted with that Anitta girl and she sees how you acted with Giveon so do you honestly think she would do anything to break your trust?”

“Clay, facetime her right now. She might not answer if it’s from me.”

Clay simply shrugged and did what he was told.

It rang for a few seconds before your bright face came on the screen.

“Is that my favorite Harlow child? Hi, my baby!”

“Hey, Y/N, Jack just asked me to call you to check on you. He told us you weren’t feeling that well.”

“Well aren’t you sweet? That’s why I keep you around.”

“You know we should have gotten married instead.”

Jack rightfully smacked the back of his little brother’s head and all you could do was laugh.

“Ow!”

Clay purposely angled his phone so Jack could see you and took note of another person in the background and Jack’s eyes went wide.

It was so quick, that Jack didn’t really get a good look as to who it was. 

“In another life, my love. I’m fine! I actually feel a little better since drinking the tea.”

Jack immediately snatched Clay’s phone from him and questioned you not wanting to put it off any longer.

“Baby girl.”

“Yes, pookie?”

“First of all in another life, my ass. I have no hesitations to throw your favorite Harlow child off the nearest cliff. And who the… you got someone in my house I don’t know about?”

“What? What are you talking about?” You curiously asked to play along and not try to laugh.

“Mamas, do not fucking play with me. I got that text message you obviously meant to send to someone else.”

“What text? Baby, I’m confused. Are you feeling okay?”

“I will jump through this phone right fucking now. Who the fuck is in my house?”

“Uh? Besides me? Your children. I just finished walking the golden girls. I think Blanche misses you because she curled up next to your pillow.”

“Y/N!!!!!”

“Jackman.”

“Do not get smart with me. I am going to ask you one more time.”

“No one, baby! I’m here by mys…..”

Without warning the facetime call cut off and if Jack was mad before, he was pissed off now. 

“That’s it, I’m kicking both of their asses.” Jack said getting up and grabbing his keys. Clay put one hand on his shoulder to get him to sit back down.

“I didn’t even see anyone else on the call. You feeling okay?”

“How could you not?! They were sitting to the left of her.”

“Jack, is yall house haunted? If it is, I can’t stay there no more. Black people don’t do ghosts. I mean truth be told I know Y/N doesn’t either and if I know anything about ghosts and her, she’ll probably run them off.” Shloob said while taking a sip of his iced tea.

“No, it’s not haunted! There was literally another person there with her!”

“Well, try calling her back.”

Jack then whipped out his phone and proceeded to do so all for it to go to voicemail.

“She cannot be fucking serious right now. I’m getting my shit to go.”

Jack hopped in his jeep and was speeding down the highway to get back to your shared home.

He didn’t even bother parking in the garage and left the car out front before making a beeline to the front door.

Once opened, he walked around to the living room to find you sitting on the floor playing with your two piglets.

You looked up to see Jack and the pissed off look on his face.

“Uh, baby? Why are you back so soon? And where is my food? Look babies, daddy’s home!” You said while looking down at the both of them. They saw Jack and immediately got excited.

Jack was steadily looking around and checking behind the couches as well as in the closets.

“Baby?”

Jack didn’t even bother to answer you as he was continuing on with his search.

“Jackman!”

“Who the fuck you got in here, huh? I’m about to kick their ass right now.”

“Are we still on this? No one, baby. Except me and our tribe of children.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Hmm well okay. Have fun searching.” You replied as you went back to playing with two of your children.

Jack tore up the house from top to bottom looking for someone that he thought had been in the house.

Once he gave up his search, he went downstairs to see you and Dua on the couch talking and laughing.

“Y/N!!! WHY IS SHE IN MY HOUSE?!”

“Correction, our house, baby.”

“Hi to you too, Jack!”

All Jack did was stare at her and give her the evil eye.

“See, I knew you had someone else in here.”

“Babe, Dua just got here five minutes ago.”

“Y/N….. I know what I saw on that facetime call!”

“I told you he was crazy. You should move in with me, now he’s seeing shit. Next thing you know you’ll have to put him in a nursing home.”

“Dua, shut your ass up and move away from my wife! Six feet at all times!”

“Jack!”

“Y/N!”

“Okay since we’re all saying names, I’ll do my own. Dua!”

“Baby girl…..”

“Yes, pookie?”

“Is that... Is that a camera?”

“Oops.”

“DID YOU…. THIS WAS A PRANK! SHE WAS HERE THE WHOLE TIME?!?!”

“UHHH……”

You took off running while Dua was laughing and with Jack following quickly behind you and catching you.

“Now, I know you didn’t think you were going to get far with those short legs of yours did you?”

“Well, it was worth a try.”

“Jack! Since I’m here, let me get a copy of that video!”

“HELL NO!”

“I mean it was better than me asking for your wife to sit on my face.”

“See, now I’m really about to have to beat your ass. You always come over here and act outta pocket.”

“Beat my ass? I’d rather eat hers.”

“DUAAAAA!!!!! AND Y/N STOP LAUGHING!!!”

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y/ninsta: my husband mad at me yall lmaooooo

jackharlow: y/ninsta I’m legally separating from you tomorrow 😐

lilnasx: what happened this time? lmaooo

claybornharlow: lilnasx another prank by wifey 😂

druski2funny: y/ninsta why you stay stressing my man out?!

2forwoyne: seeing him freak out about that text message was TOP TIER

jackharlow: HOLD THE FUCK UP

jackharlow: PG?!? YALL WERE IN ON IT?!

urbanwyatt: jackharlow we may or may not have an entire group chat that the primary reason is to prank you

shloob_: I told her not to do it

quiiso: shloob_ you stay throwing our asses under the bus. you were it on it too

jackharlow: urbanwyatt and to think I call you my best friend

saweetie: y/ninsta give that man a break! that hairline keeps going south because of the stress!

jackharlow: DIAMONTE!!!

saweetie: yes Jack?

jackharlow: saweetie after I get done kicking their asses, you’re next

y/ninsta: much thanks to dualipa lmaooo had my baby looking everywhere for you 😭😭

dualipa: y/ninsta glad to be of service!

jackharlow: dualipa where were you even hiding?!

y/ninsta: jackharlow you never looked in the backyard!

dualipa: jackharlow lemme at the wife and I promise not to do it again

jackharlow: dualipa one of these days, you about to learn to stop playing with me

dualipa: jackharlow so is that a yes?

jackharlow: dualipa it’s a ‘I still have my bb gun and I’ll shoot you’

dualipa: jackharlow you wouldn’t shoot your wife’s friend!

jackharlow: dualipa now, who told you that lie? you can get all this smoke any day of the fucking week and saweetie is next

saweetie: jackharlow now why am I in it?! 

y/ninsta: saweetie that hairline comment lmaooooo

jackharlow: y/ninsta you laughing a little too loud over there for my liking. on your knees.

sza: oh my

y/ninsta: jackharlow DO YOUR WORST

claybornharlow: now I understand urbanwyatt’s pain

jackharlow: y/ninsta but don’t think this makes up for the shit you pulled today. consider this war and watch your back

y/ninsta: jackharlow may the best Harlow win (that’s me) but imma need you to make me cum first

jackharlow: y/ninsta who said that I was about to let you cum?

y/ninsta: jackharlow wait, what? 🤨

jackharlow: and dualipa if you so much as utter a WORD I’ll end you 😡

dualipa: jackharlow 👀

dualipa: y/ninsta I’ll make you cum kbye

jackharlow: DUAAAAAA!!!!

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[ut-monochromasis]

Some news

Production on the comic has finally resumed!

And I wanted to give some details on that.

First off, I can't guarantee that it'll be weekly again. I'll try, but no guarantees is all I'm sayin.

Secondly, I think I'm gonna change my approach from here-on. Instead of doing sketches, and then redrawing them into clean lineart, I'm instead just gonna do sketches, and clean them up a bit.

This might sound like a cop-out, but honestly the super clean lineart was killing me before. This'll be better for the production on the comic, and for my own sake.

Lastly, y'all likely saw my sketch page that I reblogged here earlier. Just wanted to let y'all know I'm gonna be using that Frisk design for the comic from here on out. We'll just pretend they didn't look completely different in the one page they showed up before lmao.

Hopefully the new page will be out within the next week or so.

Suppose we'll see.

But also, this is a good time to mention...

I'll be answering questions on this blog again!

Starting tomorrow!

I once again can't guarantee it'll be every Saturday, but I'll try.

And yeah, that's really all I wanted to let y'all know about.

Take care, everyone!

Drago-l8er!

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Daily snippets (OM!) - pt 1

this was so fun to write, there will be more parts. this is inspired some of the chats about 666.

there's some suggestive stuff (cant help myself lmao), also poly!mc, set in og om!

Sunday - Morning:

'Come to the entrance hall asap! Need help!' Is followed by several stickers spammed over and over again. You sigh, knowing that Mammon has probably done something dumb again. Unfortunately, he might be an idiot, but he's your idiot, so you're beelining straight to the entrance hall. Only to hear banging on the front door, and the Avatar of Greed pacing about in front of it.

"Mams. Whose at the door?" He perks up at your voice.

"Debt collectors." You're not surprised, in fact you're slightly annoyed you got out of bed for this. "Listen I need you to tell 'em I'm not here!" The temptation to say no, is strong, but his eyes widen in a silent plea. You sigh.

"Alright fine." He cheers, before inching across to be out of view once you open the door. "Coming!" You call out, heading over to the front door. Upon opening it, you're greeted by a demon wearing a crisp suit, holding a brief case in his left hand and a bright red sheet of paper in his right.

"Hello I'm here on behalf of 666, we are looking for Mammon. He's neglected to make payments on his debts." Of course he has. Is what you almost say in automatic response. Instead you pretend to look surprised.

"Oh really? That's too bad, you just missed him." You pause, thinking of an excuse. "He's gone away on a holiday." From the corner of your eye you notice Mammon make a gesture of confusion by your lie.

"Do you know when he'll be back?"

"A month, maybe a year. I'm not really sure he didn't say." The debt collector seems puzzled.

"That's strange we called earlier and Lucifer said for certain Mammon would be here." You glance quickly across to Mammon, who grimaces at the mere mention of Lucifer, before reverting you gaze back to the demon outside.

"Well he decided first thing this morning he was going to go. Maybe he caught wind that you were coming?"

"That does sound like something he'd do. Well thank you for your time." The demon hands you the red sheet of paper. "Please be sure to hand him this remind him to pay his debts." It's a notice, explaining to him what will happen if he can't make a repayment within the next week.

"Don't you worry, I will. See you!" You close the door, handing Mammon the notice the second its shut. "Just out of curiosity, how much do you owe those guys?" He whistles. "Oh boy." You seem to be more worried about the debt than he is. He's quick to scrunch up the paper into a ball. "Just so you know that isn't going to solve the problem, all it takes is for them to make one call to Lucifer and he'll personally drag your ass to their office."

Mammon goes quiet. Then pale. When the colour returns to his face, he's staring at you with an expression that you know means he's scheming. "Unless you block their number on his D.D.D. for me." You sigh, coming to terms with the fact you're well and truly roped in to this one.

"...you've really thought this through, huh?" He's nodding. Already starting to list off the numbers you'll need to block.

Sunday - Noon:

While you could undergo some secret mission to swipe Lucifer's phone. You decide to try and easier measure. "Can I have your D.D.D.?" Going into his study, and flat out asking him. Lucifer, who is working on todays crossword in the paper doesn't even look up to answer you.

"No."

"Why? Don't you trust me?" You're feigned indignation only makes him raise an eyebrow.

"I received a message from 666 saying they'd been by this morning, and passed on a notice to a human resident for Mammon." He pauses, directing his attention towards you. "As far as I'm aware, there is only one human living here."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I imagine he's set you up to block all of their numbers on my D.D.D." Sometimes you wonder how Lucifer can be so perceptive, but considering he lives with Mammon, Belphegor and Satan, you imagine he has to be.

"Mammon? Sweet, innocent Mammon? Absolutely not." His brows furrow, and face contorts into a scowl. "Would it really be such a bad thing if the debt magically went away?" He scoffs.

"If you're about to make me spend my day off explaining how debts work, know that I will not be impressed." You attempt to give him the puppy dog eyes, he sighs. "No. I will not pay off his debt, how is he going to learn responsibility if I do it for him?"

"...what if you paid off half?" His scowl deepens.

"Absolutely not. If you ask any further I'll curse him to stay away from you for two weeks."

"Wow harsh." He sighs, again leaning back into his chair. His expression softens before he speaks again.

"I disagree. Harsh is having you come in here and speak about Mammon and his schemes instead of allowing me enjoy your company." Your heart races slightly at his words.

"I promise Lucifer, if you did half as many dumb things as Mammon did, I'd spend just as much time supporting you as I do him." Lucifer relents, but you're going back to the drawing board.

Sunday - Afternoon:

You find Belphegor and Satan together in the lounge. Belphie is asleep on the couch, while Satan is reading in one of the armchairs. "Whose up to help me try and steal Lucifer's D.D.D.?" Satan quickly marks a page in his book, and places it down on the armrest. He leans forward in his seat with a smirk.

"You had me at steal from Lucifer." Belphegor rises up from the couch like a zombie. A glint in his eyes as he considers all of the possibilities of this scheme. They never learn. But then again you don't really either.

"Dibs on sending embarrassing messages to Diavolo once we get it." You dread to imagine what the contents of those messages are going to contain, but that's a later problem.

"You better let me send some too." The Avatar of Wrath chimes, and Belphegor nods. He continues, turning his attention from his brother to you. "So, what's brought this on anyways?"

"Well, Mammon needs me to block 666's numbers from his D.D.D. but Lucifer knew what I was trying to do earlier so..." they exchange a look. Satan sighs shaking his head, sounding completely unimpressed as he replies.

"I thought they were coming today to threaten to take some of his stuff if he didn't pay up."

"Yeah, but I told them he went on a long holiday." There's an overly dramatic sigh coming from the individual sitting on the couch.

"Mammon's got you wrapped around his greedy little finger. Must be nice." You scoff as the other demon nods along with Belphegor's comment.

"I don't want to hear it from either of you, I have single handedly sweet talked both of you out of some major punishments that you kind of deserved."

"It's not the same." The youngest whines.

"It is too!"

"I'd beg to differ."

"Not you too Satan!"

Despite the back and forth, between the three of you, you all manage to conduct a plan to get Lucifer's D.D.D. Satan will 'accidentally' trip over Belphie, who happens to be 'sleeping' in a perfect spot to spill some juice all over Lucifer's clothes, forcing him to shower. You'll then sneak into his bedroom and retrieve the device. You block the numbers, let them send a few messages and then place it back from whence it came.

Sunday - Evening:

You're not going to lie. You're a little suspicious. Every thing has gone too well. Lucifer's even left his bedroom door open, and his D.D.D is right in the middle of his bed. But you think of Mammon's pitiful plea from earlier, and you charge in regardless.

The door slams shut the moment you walk inside. Lucifer was waiting by the doorway, already in a fresh pair of clothes. He doesn't look happy.

"I should have known you wouldn't give up." You're in so much trouble, you can feel it. "But to think you'd drag in Belphegor and Satan to help. If you think you're getting out of this scot-free you're wrong." His smoldering gaze is almost enough to make you shrink in place.

"Come on Lucifer can't you just help Mammon out a little?" His eyes narrow, and you think that he might be considering following through on his threat from earlier. "Surely you think its wrong that they're going to try and repurpose some of Mammon's stuff!" You muster up the best puppy dogs eyes you can manage. He sighs, rubbing his temples in consideration.

"I suppose I could come up with something." You're about to cheer, only to pause when you notice his expression darken. "That doesn't mean your off the hook. I still intend to punish you for your little stunt." You let out a nervous laugh.

"I'm gonna guess an apology isn't going to suffice?"

"Not one with just your words."

Sunday - Late:

You've just finished having a shower, opening the door to your room, fully prepared to pass out on your bed. Only to see Mammon sprawled across it. "There you are, I've been lookin' for you everywhere." He sits up, making space for you to sit down next to him. "Turns out Lucifer is going to pay off my debt for me and have me do some jobs for him in return."

"You're welcome." You grin while plopping down beside him.

"That's my human! Always lookin' out for their first." He leans across and ruffles your hair, laughing when you start to pout. "How'd you convince him?" He eventually asks.

"My negotiation skills." You wiggle your eyebrows at him for good measure.

"Wh- no way! If I'd known that's what you needed to do I would've just found my own way to pay it off." Now he's the one pouting, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff. "Stupid Lucifer takin' full advantage of my situation."

"Imagine if they put that down as a reason to pay off your debt." You grin, laughing to yourself before even finishing your joke. "If you don't your brother will get some in exchange for bailing your broke ass out."

"I take back anythin' nice I said about ya. Bad human." You stick your tongue out at him, and he threatens to throw a pillow at you.

[messedupfan]

I'm With You | 10

Summary: Things get awkward between Natasha and Y/n. Wanda gets upset with Y/n. And Steve finally gets a moment alone with his friend.

A/N: I never know what I'm doing with this story. I had a completely different idea when it came to Y/n finding out about Nat and Maria. Then it took a mind of it's own lmao. Enjoy!

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Coming back from the date with Natasha wasn't what Y/n thought it was going to be. She didn't know what she wanted out of the date but she was utterly disappointed. They couldn't really hold a decent conversation with each other. At least not the kind of engaging ones that she has with Wanda. Something that Y/n caught on quickly to was the comparison of the two women. She knows it isn't fair so she did her best to focus on the person she has chosen. 

When they got back to the Avengers tower, the two felt awkward and made excuses to go their separate ways. Natasha was hoping that the two could be physically intimate again. That seems to be the only time she can really connect with the young Stark. But after failing at the emotional intimacy, Natasha felt it would be wrong to try and continue to take advantage of her girlfriend before establishing a relationship beyond the physical. As for Y/n, she was itching to get to spend time with the person she was quickly coming to terms that she should be with instead. So she made the excuse that she needed to finish working on her suit. 

Y/n makes it look like she is heading to the design lab but once she's certain Natasha isn't watching her anymore, she heads to Wanda’s room. She knocks on the door a few times before Wanda answers. Y/n is dressed up nicer than she has seen before and it tells her what Y/n has been up to. Feeling jealousy and hurt she tries to shut the door on Y/n. 

The girl stops it with her foot and steps into the room, swiftly shutting the door behind her. “Don't you want to know how my date went?” With her back still turned on Y/n, Wanda sits on her bed and ignores the question. 

It was difficult to ignore her feelings and to have to listen to her talk about her relationship. Earlier when Y/n asked her to help with the procedure and helped her discover and control an ability, she felt so close to her. Y/n's soft voice as she talked her through the trial runs made her feel safe and confident. Things she hadn't felt in some time. She wanted to be held by Y/n or worse, she wanted to be rewarded with a kiss. When the two did hug, she didn't want to let go after completely fearing having lost her and was relieved when Y/n held on just as tight. This was beginning to be too much for her.

Sensing that Wanda is giving her the silent treatment, Y/n fills the conversation on her own. “Sure Y/n, I want to hear all about it,” she pretends to be Wanda. “Why thank you, bestie,” Y/n replies to herself and all Wanda wants her to do is leave. She doesn't want to hear about some amazing date. She wants to be part of one. “I have a confession to make. It was an awful date,” this catches her attention and she slowly looks over her shoulder. “Well, not the date itself, moreso that I couldn't enjoy myself because I kept having this nagging feeling that I was with the wrong person.” Y/n waits for a verbal response but all they get is a curious but guarded look from Wanda. “Who is the right person then?” Y/n makes the terrible impression again, needless to say, her Sokovian accent could use some work. “That's a very good question. I might be crossing a line in saying this but I believe the right person may or may not be you. I'm leaning towards may. I don't know, just a feeling. What do you think?”

Wanda scoffs and shakes her head. What could have possibly changed that made Y/n want her now? The whole reason for the rejection last night was because she was fighting for a happy and stable relationship with Natasha. She couldn't trust that Y/n would want her for her now. Nowhere in that little bit of her's did the woman mention a break up. For all she knew, Y/n craved drama and all of the emotional pain that came with it. “I think that you are unbelievable and should get out of my room.” With a flick of her wrist, she opens her bedroom door. The command happens easily with the emotional charge it didn't have earlier.

“But I-”

“Go,” she stands her ground. She wasn't going to be strung along. She refused to have her emotions played with. “If you have any respect for me at all, Y/n, you won't treat me the same way Nat treated you when you were honest about your feelings. So please, just leave me alone until you figure yourself and your relationship out.”

Y/n was feeling argument after argument build up inside of her but she swallows her words. Wanda was right. She couldn't do to her what Natasha had done to Y/n. Not only was it not fair, that was a brutal experience to live through. It was not something she would wish on her worst enemy. Shame fills her body and drops her head. “You're right, I am so sorry, Wanda.” Y/n leaves the room and Wanda shuts the door with a wave of her hand so she can cry in peace. 

Y/n does end up in the lab after all. The best way for her to process her thoughts and feelings was to do so as she worked on something. By the start of the next day, she's almost completely done with the suit and has made zero progress on what she wants for herself. 

Steve had passed her working every few hours throughout the night and when the sun began to rise, he decided to invite Y/n on a run. Hoping it can be something beneficial for the seemingly stressed Avenger. He knocks on the glass door to announce his presence as he walks into the room. “Hey, I noticed that something might be on your mind,” he starts. “Want to talk about it?”

Y/n looks up from the computer that she was putting her final touches on the programming with. “What makes you think I need to talk?” She frowns in confusion. She thought she was masking her emotions pretty well. 

“Just a hunch,” Steve shrugs. “Is it Nat?” He watches Y/n closely and when she clears her throat and blinks away tears, he knows that's exactly what the problem is. “Look, I know things are tough right now but I think you two can work past the whole Hill thing. I think it was just sex, I doubt it was anything serious between-”

“Stop talking,” Y/n says in shock. “I don't want to know what you're going on about. But my problems with Natasha are private. I don't think she'd like me discussing anything with you. So please, just, let it go.” She doesn't want him to elaborate on this “sex with Hill” thing. She didn't need to know the details, especially not from him. “Was there something you needed?”

Flustered, he was afraid he might’ve said something he shouldn’t have. He completely forgot what he walked in for. “I-I uh, I was about to go on a run and came to invite you.” 

Y/n looks at her program and figures she can put the project on hold. “Sure, I missed our runs while I was… away.” She clenches her jaw and pushes the memories away. “I bet I can totally kick your ass in a race now.” She jumps from her seat. Steve laughs as he lets her know that’s highly unlikely. “I don’t know, have you seen how fast Pietro is? I mean, that power came from this stone.”

Steve shakes his head as he follows Y/n out of the lab. She stops by her room to remove her date clothes and dress in something that she can exercise in. When she's ready to go, her and Steve walk and talk on their way to Central Park. The topic never lands on Natasha, your relationship, or the confusing feelings you’re harboring for Wanda. It’s playful banter and catching up between two friends. When they reach the park the two friends agree on the start and end points before they begin running. Y/n was determined to finally beat the Captain in a foot race. She was putting a lot of hope into the stone. 

“1… 2… 3!” Steve shouts the countdown and bolts after three. Y/n follows and starts to lose faith in the stone as she falls behind by a long shot until she feels herself pick up speed. She gets closer to Steve and once he notices, he pushes himself harder to be faster. 

Y/n continues to catch up every time until she finally passes Steve. The man out of time falls behind considerably as he cannot run any faster than her already was. As Y/n continues to pick up speed, she crosses their chosen finish line three times before Steve can cross it once. When he finally does, he collapses to the ground, breathless for the first time in a very long time. “I told you, I’m fast now,” she brags as she offers a hand to pull him up. 

Steve can admit when he’s been beat. He smiles, “Yeah, I can’t say I’m not jealous. That was a hell of a run. Come on, let's get back to HQ.” Y/n laughs as she remembers the days she would be training with him when they were part of S.H.I.E.L.D. He wouldn’t let her leave the area until she completed the same amount of laps he had. But she doesn’t really care to enforce his own rules onto him at the moment.  

The walk home is a discussion on what they think might be possible for Y/n’s abilities. She was enjoying having the monitor on the stone because she feels better having questions and a conversation without the stone answering or finishing them for her. 

When they arrive back to the common area of the tower, Natasha greets Y/n with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Where’d you go? I brought you breakfast in the lab but you weren’t there.”

“I was kicking Cap’s ass in a race,” she says proudly. 

Steve laughs but he can’t look Natasha in the eye as he fears the damage he potentially has done in regards to her relationship with Y/n. “Yeah, kid is fast. Hey, I uh, have something to work on. I’ll see you two lovely ladies later.” He compliments them as he escapes the conversation. Although Y/n was all smiles, he was still concerned that she would bring something up while he was within Natasha’s killing range. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for your breakfast. I know how hard it was for me every time I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed and you wouldn’t be there,” Y/n meant to say that in a comforting way but her words were anything but that. 

Natasha feels the sting of regret from her words. “I’m sorry I must’ve made you feel terrible for so long.” 

Y/n nods, “I won’t lie. I cried myself to sleep a few nights over you.” 

“Gosh, Y/n, are you just saying this stuff to hurt me?” Natasha walks away and Y/n follows her to a more private space. 

“No, I’m just being honest with you. That’s what we need here if we have even a chance of working in a committed relationship,” she defends. “You need to know the things that I kept from you in the past and I need to know what you kept from me. That's how we build a strong foundation.”

“Oh what do you know? You're a child!” Natasha regrets her words as soon as they leave her mouth. 

Y/n clenches her jaw, trying to hide the hurt she was feeling. “If I'm a child then you're a pedophile,” she retorts and Natasha scoffs without making an apology. “I don't appreciate you insulting my age when all I'm trying to do is have a mature conversation with you.”

“Oh, and implying that I haven't been honest with you is what you call mature?”

“Nat, I'm not implying or accusing you of anything! I straight up just said that I wasn't being honest with you and I want to be! Why are you so upset that I want to be honest with you?” Y/n's volume raises as her frustration follows. 

“Because I don't want to hear any of it! I already know I was shitty back then. I don't need the details when we can just move on! Why can't we start fresh? Why can't we go back to the way we were in Italy? We were so happy.” Natasha argues back, doubling down so she doesn't have to tell Y/n about the sexual relationship she shared with Maria.

“I don't think we can start fresh,” Y/n states stubbornly. “Not without clearing the air. Besides, I don't want to start over. I don't want to go back to the way things were. I want to grow from what we had. I thought you wanted better for us. Not to repeat the same mistakes.” She can’t believe that this is upsetting her until she remembers her earlier conversation with Steve. “Is this about Maria?” 

Natasha easily hides her emotional response. “What does she have anything to do with this?”

“I know that you slept with her. I don’t know when or how many times, but I know it happened.” Y/n states, making Natasha nervous that she can’t lie her way out of this. “I want to hear it from you, I don’t want to find out the information from the stone or from anyone else. I want you to be honest with me.” 

Natasha licks her lips and weighs her options before she sighs. “Maria and I…” she considers her words for a moment. “It’s just sex and friendship between us. We started long before you and I met and I was with her whenever I wasn’t with you.” It hurts Y/n to hear this and she almost regrets pushing Natasha to tell her all of this. “I didn’t stop sleeping with her until we found you.” She omits the time they slept together the other night to avoid hurting the girl more. “There! Happy now?” Natasha says defensively. 

“I need to…” Y/n looks everywhere but at her girlfriend as she tries to form a full sentence. “I can't be near you right now,” she admits in a whisper.

“I don't know why you're so upset, we weren't exclusive. It's not like you weren't with other people back then too.” 

“I wasn't,” Y/n grits through her teeth. 

“Well you could have been,” Natasha fires back. 

“I didn't want to be and I didn't think you did either,” Y/n defends. 

“Clearly we don't know each other as well as we thought,” Natasha's statement causes Y/n to swallow thickly. Here she was beating herself up over a relationship that was meant to fail from the beginning. 

“Do you even like me?” Y/n finds herself asking.

“I love you,” the words come out easily because she means them. She did love Y/n. She's never felt the way she does towards anyone but her. She was never drawn to someone so intensely. 

“And this is how you love someone?” Y/n walks away before she can say more things she'll regret.

Chapter 11

Taglist: @thatvillain@doudouneverte@chaisreading

[fur-claws-and-eyeballs]

The Lost Boys and DnD

First of all, Sam and the Frog brothers are huge freaking nerds. You KNOW they get into DnD at some point. Maybe there's a local group of DnD-ers that use the backroom of the comic store to host their games that gets them into it. Maybe Sam discovers the Players/Monsters/DMs handbooks being sold in the store one day and gets curious.

Maybe the Frog brothers market it as a way for vampire hunters to mentally prepare themselves for the strategies and horror of war. (The Curse of Strahd campaign wasn't released until like 2016, but we can pretend it was released 20 years earlier, lmao...Or it's just a Homebrew campaign, maybe even set in Santa Carla...)

I honestly feel like Edgar would be a really good DM because he would get so into storytelling and character voices. (He also gets frustrated as hell when Sam does something stupid/clever and completely bypasses a big battle or event that he had planned)

They tried having Sam DM, but his campaigns included more puzzles and diplomacy than battle, and having the Frogs just brute force their way through every session was disheartening.

"We clearly need at least one person with a functioning brain in the party," says Sam, retiring from DMing permanently.

But they're only three people so Sam begs Michael to join them. And listen, Michael is VERY aware of how people might perceive him, and he is not about to join his little brother and his dweeb friends in nerdom.

But Lucy, because she's wonderful, lets the boys run their campaign in the kitchen on Saturdays, and Michael, despite his best efforts, finds himself lingering in the doorway. He keeps stopping to look at the board, being drawn into Edgar's storytelling, and Sam's overly complicated plans (plans that fail and inevitably end up with him rolling for bluff, AGAIN), and Alan's insistence that they ignore diplomacy in favor of just killing everyone. (Don't get it twisted though, Alan is a master of the dice, he knows exactly how to stack his advantages and buffs for the maximum amount of damage/success.)

Michael probably can't help but chime in on occasion, "Did it occur to you idiots that the mysterious key that you found in your tavern room has a purpose and that it might go to the padlock that lets you into the Mayor's house?"

"Well, let's see you do better, Mikey!"

So Michael inevitably joins and now it's the four of them. Slaying Vampires and solving mysteries. But then...

"Hey, Michael, me and the Boys are going to a party at the abandoned cannery on Saturday, you in?" asks David one day.

"I, uh, already have plans with my family on Saturday, man, sorry," answers Michael, desperately trying to keep images of miniatures and dice out of his head.

Except, this is the fifth Saturday in a row that Mikey has begged off of hanging out with the gang, and now they're getting a little suspicious...

...

Anyway, time skip and give me Bard Paul trying to fuck the dragon.

Sam: "It would literally kill you."

Paul: "But what a way to go!"

[butwhatifidothis]

Always funny to me how someone tries to act like they're "gently" defending Edelgard and say things she "didn't" do, but then when faced with the facts they can't handle it. "You're all stuck in your opinions" cry cry. ...as they're literally just being shown evidence that yes this did happen and that's why you're saying it did. Not like anyone came off aggressively, you guys just gave them the facts directly from the game and they immediately pulled the "it's your fault I can't argue with this" card. These people are so much like their waifu it's sickening.

Yes I mean it's actually both funny and sickening at the same time. Crazy.

"Wow they provided me with context to explain why they say what do about her, you know what, I'm not gonna argue with you guys guys for being too tight knit". lol okay. If you people wanted ACTUAL debates and discussions you would calmly do so when faced with in game facts and not rage quit every time your waifu is proven to be worse than you guys pretend she is in your heads. It's so baffling to see them pretend to try to have a conversation but as soon as the evidence gets out they stop "debating" and just get angry and point fingers.

Yeah like. Being frank, I don't know how what I or others said came off as dogpiling? They had asked whether Edelgard knew about the other Nabateans other than Rhea, I show the parts of the game that show off that she does know, they basically go "nuh uh," and then one other person reblogs from them with even more proof that Edelgard knows about Nabateans other than Rhea... and that's dogpiling? That's me being too stuck in my opinions?

Like, I'm sorry that me and one other person giving direct proof about what the game says is me and others being "too stuck" in our opinions. My sincerest apologies that instead of them either giving their own proof of what the game said or admitting they don't have any, they felt it prudent to blame us for their failing to actually say anything. Because that's obviously my fault that they can't be fucked to back up anything they're saying lmao.

It's like, these sort of folks will claim that they can debate till the cows come home, but whenever it comes to actually doing anything like that they either

Pull a bunch of headcanons out of their ass and expect everyone to take them seriously

or

Claim there's no point in talking because something something reading comprehension, something something sexist/racist/homophobic/etc., something something stubborn

(If I was going to choose between either, at least the second one tends to end way earlier than the first one lmao)

Though the weirdest thing is like. It wasn't argument? Or a debate? They literally asked, to quote, "Like, unless the other routes suggest she knew about Flayn and Seteth?" I answer that the other routes are not needed to see that Edelgard knows about Seteth and Flayn, and then another person showed that the other routes do also show off that fact, and like... none of that has anything to do with arguments or debate, at least from how I see it. Answering a question is not a debate lmao. It's just kinda odd how they immediately assumed it was, I guess