#You will not convince me that those kittens had a happy ending

[bonefall]

Bone, I don’t know if you’ve mentioned this before or not but will there be any changes to Daisy’s story? I really love her and I want to absorb information about her and your takes on her

Not too many! I think Daisy's really good the way she is. She's going to be an ally of Squirrelflight, someone who helps her during Bramblestar's worst moments. She's a very level-headed and rational cat so I plan to use Clanwide arguments against her as a bit of a 'shorthand' for "The Clan is in emotional override and is not acting rationally."

She has THREE surviving children past TBC. Hazeltail, Mousewhisker, and Rosepetal.

Mousewhisker, however, will be joining RiverClan to be with Minnowtail at some point. Hazeltail will be taking his roles past this point (still undecided WHEN Mouse leaves ThunderClan though.)

(Hazeltail, btw, is transfemme. They are identical twins.)

And Rosepetal's death is being swapped with Cherryfall. Cherryfall dies in the Imposter Skirmish and enrages Berrynose.

(Lately though I've been considering killing Molewhisker instead)

She is also just... straightup not getting that, "I've denied Smoky his chance to be a father :(" thing. If it still happens, she will be recognizing patterns in the toxic relationship she had with Smoky to the patterns that Squilf and Jessy experienced with Bramble. I hate that.

Canon was REAL quick to blame the woman who took her children somewhere they would be safe for how her MATE felt left out. He could have visited at any point and didn't, and they sure don't bring up the fact that Floss had TWO litters who "the twolegs took when they didn't even have their eyes open." But somehow this is all Daisy's fault.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑀𝑦 𝐶𝑎𝑡 𝐼𝑛 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒

A/N: This is definetly not me projecting my love for cats and Regulus. Also, if anyone is interested in documentaries, I recommend you watching "Inside of a cat's mind". It was really interesting, and also a seratonin boost for me.

A/N: I feel like this sucks but I couldn't think of another way to end this, I hope you guys like it!

Prompts used: "I love her so bad" from this, "you are my favourite, you always have been." from this.

"That's downright ridiculous..."

"Oh, come on, Reggie! What better way than this to show your lover your new animagus form?"

Regulus swinged his tail back and forth angrily as he laid on his mattress on his front legs, even rolling his eyes at his dumb friends as they continued to tease him with his brand-new look. It wasn't like he could talk in that form, but he was so goddamn sure that his eyes gave his thoughts away. What started this conversation and the endless teasing from his friends was that Regulus could now transform into his Animagus form.

Which was a black cat. A cute and cuddly one, as Pandora said while scratching his ears as Barty and Evan made fun of him for being soft. He hissed at them loudly, showing his sharp claws as a silent threat as he nuzzled closer to the sweater under his paws, full of your smell and perfume as a little happy smile found his face, watching Pandora who had been petting him as she chastised the other two in the room.

But it did nothing to help.

Since when it did anyways? Nothing could stop those idiots...

Barty and Evan let out a bark as they rolled on their bed, Barty crouching down with his hands on his knees in front of Pandora who had been sitting down on the ground, shaking her head for him not to do anything that would anger Regulus.

But, as usual, Barty didn't care, and dramatically wiped a fake tear from his eye as he offered his forefinger to Regulus, who had been eyeing him with bored eyes and an evil plan, wondering if it was obvious on his cat face as he imagined the delight he would feel.

"Awww, look at our little Reggie! So angry and deadly, with his little claws and teeth~ You are so soft now, so cuddly that I can just-AHHH!"

But of course, Regulus' personality didn't change just because he turned into a cat and since everyone practically knew not to call him that name... Well, except for his lovely lover you, and Barty still did it...

It was only fair for him to bite his finger and claw at his face.

"And that's what happens when you mess with Regulus, Barty. He is still the same friend we have that absolutely hates to be teased and that's what you get..." Pandora sighed out as she rose up, passing by them in the common room as she got out. She didn't care about the screaming behind her, Evan cackling on the ground about "how Barty got bitten by a kitten" while the boy tried to convince him that "it was a literal cheetah that bit him and not a kitten" as if his cooings and awes weren't the reason behind that cat's anger.

Well, he warned him that he didn't like that nickname so he had it coming, right?

Regulus nuzzled deeper into Pandora's arms as the young girl giggled, smiling to herself at seeing her friend happy as he always was whenever he had that special clothing close to him. "Don't worry, Regulus... I know Y/N is in the Great Hall, preparing you food again. So, I'll take you to your precious lover~"

And if his face couldn't show the possible blush on his face and how comedically wide his eyes were, the way he jumped up and kneaded your sweater that he found in his room after stealing it definetly did the job.

His heart beated harder at the thought of seeing you, preparing him a plate with a cute frown and possibly cursing at him for not caring about his health as you made little talk with your friends here and there...

He always knew he was one hell of a lucky guy for finding someone like you. So caring and loving and supporting...

All his life, Regulus never had known love or care. At least not from his mother and her twisted way of showing love and his father's abuse. All he had, for the longest time, was his brother and even then, he never thought he could have more, deserved more.

More of that love and affection he craved.

So, after pinning after you since the firs year, he finally had the courage of asking you out... Even if he didn't want to think back to that day because of the high stuttering of his, a sign of how nervous he was and how important you were to him.

Because that mother and father of his might have failed at showing what true love means, he had plenty of times to secretly read all about romantic books and witness it with his own mind and heart. He often thought that they weren't real, that the author went overboard with all the struggles and fights the main characters went through for the love they shared with each other, strong enough to stand against every strong wind, army or even death.

He questioned whether love was worth it all, when he wanted something serene and comforting. He was done with all the fights anyways, he didn't want any of those any more.

He deserved that at least, right?

But soon, he realized that not everyone is like his parents. Not every relationship is disasterous with the fights and disagreements... They are what makes it stronger and more powerful, with every hardship that comes.

He learnt that without those waves and little obstacles in the way, the comforting relationship and tender love he desperately needed would never be his.

So, he gulped down his worries and confessed his love to you, in one of the many times that you two hung out in the Astronomy Tower. By that time, you were already aware of his feelings by the way he was so soft with you and actually seeked to spend more time with you throughout your days together.

Besides, you were sure Regulus didn't spend his time taking girls to watch stars as he rambled about each of them while subconsciously holding your hand.

But then... Another problem arose: Showing his affections, a basic need of a relationship in his eyes.

Because, as any sane person could tell, Regulus didn't have the healthiest of relationship with his parents even though he knew what they... had between each other was far from love. He knew he would never dare, and rather kill himself, to do any of the things they did to each other to you. He knew he wanted to hold you, kiss you, openly show his love, the way his eyes shone brighter at the sight of you as you skipped to him was enough of a sign...

But he knew he wouldn't be able to bear all the teasing his friends and his brother, with whom he recently fixed his relationship, would do.

And he hated himself for thinking like that, doing the exact opposite of what he wanted to do when you didn't deserve it at all. He didn't want you to think that he was ashamed of you, which you never did and gold him that it was fine he didn't declare his love out all the time like a certain older brother of his and knew he loved you through his actions...

But it wasn't enough for him, it wasn't enough for the voices in his mind to stop.

You deserved a man who wouldn't shy away, who didn't have severe issues with himself. Someone who wasn't the item of a fucked up ideology... Someone who would be proud and confident in both himself and you, slinging an arm around you while walking and give you anything you asked for.

Perhaps a free future... Away, in a cottage with some animals...

But he was a selfish man who wanted to be that person, to be the reason of your smile and happiness every day. He just... had to find a way to show all of these thoughts and feelings.

But he was bad at it... So, why not get the help of a cute animal to see what you exactly like? And show his feelings?

"I swear to Merlin, I will strangle that boy when I see him! He disappears all the time, without eating! Who does he think he is?" You angrily turned to your friend who was eating her fries as she stopped her hand mid-air and looked at you with her eyes and mouth wide open. "What? Who?"

"Regulus, of course! That boy will give me a heart attack at one point, the other day I found him literally choking Barty because of that nickname again!" You angrily scoffed as you dumped more food like an angry mother, but your friend only laughed because of the twitch of your lips upwards.

"Yeah, but you love him and his special treatment, no?" She wiggled her brows as she continued to eat and you sighed out in bliss, a loving and stupid smile plastering on your face.

And yes, yes you loved him and his stupid grin whenever he teased you and his sweet smile as he watched you do your own thing.

But it wasn't enough of a reason to not to scold him when you see him as soon as possible.

"Maybe. And yes, I very much so am in love with him but I'll strangle him anyways... He promised to not pick up fights and take care of himself better- Oh, hi Pandora!"

You turned fast to where the bubbly girl was coming to your way, excitedly waving at her when your eyes landed on... the cutest ball of sunshine on her arms.

"Hi, Y/N! I see that you are... agitated?" She snorted to herself as she saw how you changed your mood at the sight of the cat between her arms as you nodded absentmindedly to her, waving off her question while scratching the little cat's chin with a stupid smile on your face. It was a known fact around the school how weak you were to them, and also your boyfriend.

With you both being smitten with each other, y'know?

Unknown to you though, that cat was the boy you loved, and he was soaking all the love in like a sponge. He was grinning from ear to ear, as much as a cat would be able to do, and he jumped down from where he was seated between Pandora's arms and flunged himself up towards your legs, pawing at them to make you cuddle him.

Patheatic, his inner voice said but he answered with I love her so bad....

"Well, it seems that our friend loves you very much!" She wiggled her brows playfully as you giggled, not aware of the daggers the cat, Regulus, was giving to your dear friend. Pandora didn't care though, she knew he never meant any of those stares and besides, that was exactly the moment for her to leave him with you so that he could get his head out of his arse and see how much you loved him and didn't care if he showed his love around people or not.

Because, by the state he was in, he didn't know shit about the extend of your love for him.

"Then, I will leave you with him! Don't worry he is very docile and easygoing, I'm sure you two will get along well! Goodbye!"

"Wait, Pandora- Wow, she left so soon..." you mumbled in thought as you looked down at the cat still pawing at your legs with wide blue eyes, his pupils almost so big that his eyes couldn't be seen as he meowed softly to you.

"Aww, don't worry I won't leave you! But I was going to visit my careless boyfriend who forgot to eat, again..." you kneeled on the ground with a playful scowl as you took him between your arms, cooing at the loud purr he let out as he nuzzled deeper in you. "I think he will like you too, what do you say? Hmm?"

Yeah, love, considering the fact that it's me... I think I will like myself enough...

Throughout the walk to your boyfriend's dorm, you kept the same big smile on your face as you kept looking down at the cat and squeezed his cheeks with your fingers. Cuteness agression is really something, you thought as he looked around the familiar sight of the door to his house's common room. He started to whine and get angsty a little bit, not wanting this "cuddle session" to come to an end.

"Don't worry, little one! I'm not leaving, I will sit here until Reg comes back and probably beg him to let me have you all to myself..."

He meowed in response, wincing under his breath at how this was the only way to communicate with you. Love, you already has that cat to yourself...

You smiled softly as the cat sniffed Regulus' bed and jumped on it, circling around himself until he found a good position and stared at you expectantly. You smiled back at the cat and turned your back to him to set the food down on his desk. Suddenly staring at the dark sky outside and seeing how long has it been that you last saw Regulus, you sighed sadly, wondering when he will be back and whether you should get out of his dorm before his friends arrived or not.

Sensing your sudden sadness, Regulus immediately jumped up and meowed at you hurriedly. Even as a cat, he was weak for your sadness and immediately alerted.

"Hmm? Oh nothing, little guy... Just wondering when my boyfriend will come and finally start to take care of himself." You laughed when he hissed softly and almost seemed like he was pointing at the bed. "You want me to lay down?"

A barely-there nod.

"Okay... I think I can use some rest. Scoot over..." you shuffled on the bed as its silky feeling engulfed you, resulting with you letting out a relieved sigh as the cat purred happily over your chest. You trailed a soft finger down his spine and up towards his face, your hand patting him while holding him as if he was a baby.

And he freaking loved it, loved the feeling of safety of your arms.

And obviously, when cats were happy, they purred loudly.

"Hmm? Oh, you like me? I like you too, little guy! You're so cute and so elegant with your black fur and shiny, blue eyes." Regulus purred even more loudly as he nestled on your chest, bumping his head to your chin, and neck as a way of marking you. You giggled at the cat, actually your possessive boyfriend, and continued to play with the playful cat as he made several cute moves with his body and eyes.

His behaviour surprised you, since you thought black cats were mostly grumpy and "I show affection ONLY when I want to, human." kind of animals. But this one....

This one didn't even leave your side for the whole day and instead laid on your lap, purring at every chance he had. Somewhere in a muggle book, you remembered reading that a cat's purring often touches the paternal part in one's brain and that's why humans care for them a lot.

Which was goddamn right, even if it was the same frequency of a baby crying. But though a baby's cry was often irritating with its high pitch, a cat's purr was comforting.

Another reason to convince Regulus to adopt kittens for when you left the school, and settled in an apartment as soon as possible.

"And you remind me of someone I reaaally love, y'know? I'm sure he would like to have you... Don't tell him this, but you are now my favourite thing in the world!"

Wait... Wait, wait, wait! What? That was so offensive! A cat, who you knew for a few hours, took your favourite place?!

"Meowwww!"

Nope, he couldn't let it happen! The plan wasn't even this!

"Hmm? What's wrong, did I say something bad?" You wondered as the cat you adored suddenly turned pissy, throwing what you assumed as "cat tantrums" after whatever you said that triggered him. Regulus, though, started to pace around the bed nervously. You tilted your head in confusion as the cat he jumped up and tugged on your robes to make you get up.

Yeah, cats definetly have God-complex...

"Okay, okay, fine! I'm up, I seriously don't know what... is... wrong..." your jaw hung open with your eyes wide when the black cat you adored and showed immense love to was... None other than your boyfriend.

"Regulus?"

"Hi, love..." he shyly looked at you as his hand caressed his face tiredly, tugging on the skin as he grumbled at the stinging pain on his back while trying to relieve himself from the pain. "Damn it, my spine hurts..."

"What... I don't understand, you have been the cat?! All this time?" You pointed to him with your hands in surprise, still not believing that the cat was your boyfriend who apparently learnt to become an animagus.

"Yeah, I was the cat..."

"But... why? Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you for achieving becoming an animagus," he smiled softly at how you didn't miss the opportunity of praising him for his accomplishment, and he couldn't help but wonder at how easy it was for you to see past the fact that he hid something from you. He expected you to be angry for hiding it, but you were just... confused?

Why?

"But why did you hide it? I mean, it's a pretty big deal and your cat form was so beatiful with your little paws, soft fur and big eyes- I'm starting to loose the point of the talk, so please... explain."

He laughed when you finished your rant with a blushing face, looking at him with a flustered face as you waited. He knew you wouldn't judge, Merlin knew you never did, so he sat down on his bed and patted the area next to him.

"Because... I didn't know what else to do to show you." You continued to look at him confused for a second, occasionally side eyeing the room as if a clue would suddenly appear and lighten whatever that was going on right now.

"Well, it's only logical to show me rather than throwing random bottles on the ground... But I think you don't mean you, being a liquid-"

"Cats are not liquid, love..." Regulus sighed lovingly as you knitted your brows and playfully shook your head before laying a kiss on his cheek. "No, they are! They fit into anything possible even an asymetrical glass box!"

"When did you see a cat do that?"

"My sibling's cat... Though it could be because it is weird..."

He laughed as you seriously started to wonder whether what you said about the cat was true or not, and pulled you to himself by your shoulders. He was grateful you changed the subject after noticing he was slightly uncomfortable but...

He had to be honest after spending the whole day with you, and seeing what Pandora said about you and how much stronger your love was for him.

Because he finally knew, he didn't have to be a cat spy to show you his love.

"As much as my heart feels like it could explode with love from you noticing I was uncomfortable and tried to change the subject," you smiled bashfully as you blinked your eyes at him, not stopping him. He sighed once before keep going. " I did it to show you... how much I love you and show my affection in the only way I knew."

You would have cut him in the middle but by the slight wavering of his voice, you knew that it was something he had to get off of himself... That this conversation was important for him in every way possible.

So you listened... And with every word passing his lips, your eyes softened for the fragile and soft-hearted boy next to you.

"I never knew love, I never knew how to love and show it freely. Mom and dad saw it as a weakness, others saw it as some inconvenience... Sirius was the only one I have, and even then, he was the one expressing his feelings freely. Not me. I always did it silently... Taking care of Sirius' injuries after mother punished him or dad beat him. I did it by stealing his favourites from the kitchen or learning how to make them when my parents weren't home...."

A deep sigh, one that told many unsaid stories and feelings.

" Then I showed it with taking notes for my friends when they weren't able to attend classes. I showed it by taking care of their many injuries that definetly weren’t a result of training but rather... abuse. Merlin knows, I know those kind of bruises like the back of my hand. Then... But then, you came along with your shining eyes and wide smile, asking if you could sit with me in the train and suddenly... I-I wanted to be more. For you. I wanted to be enough of a man to deserve your love and show it to the whole world. Like my brother who openly hugged people, and kissed their cheeks or nuzzled to them... But soon, I was reminded that I would always be his shadow."

Silence scretchted between you as you continued looking at him, not being sure what to do now that he suddenly opened up about why he was avoiding you. You definetly didn't think your night would end up like this, even if him opening up to you was everything you wanted, but you would never be able to know that feeling.

Feeling like someone's shadow, having to endure what Regulus endured... Something he was grateful that never happened and would never happen now that you were with him.

You wouldn’t understand any of it, but you could be there for him now that he wouldn't be alone.

"You once asked me... 'Do you ever hide who you trully are?' at the side of the Black Lake in one of our nightly dates. I kept my silence then, didn't want to scare you off with my strong feelings since it was still too early but not for me who loved you for 2 year prior to that night, but... I never did, not with you, never with you. But... I never felt enough for you. I mean... How could someone as amazing as you would deserve the love of some coward? Someone who feared showing love?" He almost spitted the word "fear" as he shook his head in near disbelief at himself and how "ridiculous" he sounded, and you hated how much self-loathing he had and how easy it was for him to point that hatred to himself.

You had to change it, maybe not immediately but definetly in time.

"Regulus..." you softly rubbed his hand softly to make him look at you, and when he turned his head towards you... You saw the tears pooling in his ocean eyes. Your heart dropped to your stomach harshly as you gulped and brought his forehead down to meet yours. A silent move to convey your feelings to him.

"How could you not be enough of something you already have, from the very beginning?" You rubbed his cheek softly, bringing his face closer to yours as you kissed his eye-lids. As if you were scared to hurt him even more, when what all the world had been doing to him was hurting him.

Regulus shuddered as a shaky breath left him, suddenly overwhelmed by the weight of your words. He lifted his eyes, looked into your own that showed only one thing and only for him: Love.

"You are enough, even if you don't think so and I love you, I loved you from the beginning." A gasp left him as his hands thightened their hold on yours nervously. You laughed awkwardly. " You don't have to say it immediately but... Please, don't be so harsh on yourself. It's okay to not want to do PDA, I already told you.... All I care is your happiness, that's it."

And with that, Regulus threw himself all over you from the immense feeling he was feeling at that moment, hugging you with all his might as you returned to gesture just as fiercely. After all, it had been a long day and you missed your boyfriend, the one that would speak about Quidditch nonstop all the while letting you sleep on him as his hands caressed your hair and rubbed your back softly.

Just like now, with the adding of inhaling the scent of your hair deeply which made your heart race sweetly.

And now that the stress of him was now over and you knew what was going on...

It was time to tease him back.

"Did you just get jealous of a cat enough to come clean to me?" You mumbled from your position where your face was buried in his neck, the tingles making him giggle as a groan left him at feeling your smile on his skin.

"Love, please!"

"What? You are the one who was jealous!" You giggled playfully, but your enjoyment was soon cut when Regulus threw himself on his bed with his arms still wrapped around you. You landed harsher on his chest than you imagined and you were worried you accidently crushed him but his sigh of contentment and the way he nuzzled to your neck showed that he was far from being bad.

"I can't believe you now have a nuzzling habit, are you going to knead at me too?" You hit his chest softly when his eyes shot open and an evil smirk found his face.

Oh, that's not something good...

"I already did it earlier when I laid on your chest- Oww!"

"Regulus Arcturus Black, when did you have a foul mouth!" You hit him with his pillow as he laughed hard and ended up on the floor while trying to stop you.

"What can I say, love. I have the most gorgeous lover of all Hogwarts!"

That little shit and his sweet tongue, knowing how to get himself out of any problem...

"Okay, you got out of trouble for now... You are my favourite by the way, you always have been, in case your childish self got jealous of a cat..." you grumbled out when his head landed on your thighs and looked up at you innocently.

"That cat was still me though..." he looked at you through his lashes as you giggled, relishing on your words and how they made warmth spread all around his whole body.

"Yeah, yeah, sure... There is something I have to show you though. I was planning for a few days now. Promise to not get sad?" He nodded without knowing and guessing what was happening...

But the only thought that crossed Regulus' mind, when he saw you changing into a pure white cat, was I love her.

As you swinged your tail around Regulus' waiting hand and nuzzled to him, he smiled softly and scratched your head softly while patting your ears. His heart felt so full of love and he didn't remember any other day he felt this much happiness.

"You are... most certaintly the most beautiful yet also annoying person I know. Being a white cat Animagus, completely contrasting me but also creating something so beautiful? Did you think I will let go of you easily after this?"

You tilted your head teasingly and let out a purr before changing back into your human form with your feet dangling off of the bed like a little kid as you threw your head back towards him to look at his raised brows while he tried to surpass the smirk that threatened to take over his face.

"Yeah, I know... But you love me, no?" You cutely smiled as you nuzzled closer to his chest, and unknown to you, he smiled to himself like a fool as he wrapped his arms all around your body thightly when your body reached where he was now sitting on the bed.

Oh Merlin, he already does love everything about you.

"Can we... cuddle like that? As cats? It could be our new bonding activity!"

"I can't believe... Okay, fine. Don't try anything funny though."

"Like what?"

"Like the meaning of that wiggly eye-brows!"

But since you both were weak for each other, you two soon dozed off like that, one white and black cat tangled together peacefully as their hearts beated the same beat.

Not knowing that the next day, Barty would startle everyone awake and embrass you while yelling "Our Reggie found another chich, cat, kitten, whatever! He is cheating on our sweet Y/N!"

[katiexpunk]

Nightmare Before Christmas | Pairing dark!Joel Miller X Fem!Reader

This story is a gift fic for @xdaddysprincessxx as part of the @pedrostories Secret Santa event. You wanted dark and I hope I delivered. Merry Christmas, babe.

Summary: As an escort, you’ve found yourself in some pretty fucked up situations before. Years of experience have taught you to navigate such situations with a combination of tact and assertiveness. Most of the time the men who exude an air of sleaze shrivel back into the corner, embarrassed and limp dicked.  Most of the time.  Tonight is not one of those times.   Rating: 18+ Minors DNI Word Count: ~3.6K Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Tommy and Joel are not nice guys in this one. Escorting. Non-Con. Guns. Knives. Kidnapping. Spitting. Ropes. Chloroform. Alcohol. Degrading pet names. Joel calls reader kitten. Reader jumps out of moving vehicle. Blood. Rope burns. Unwanted creampie. Conflict on pleasure. Fingering. Explicit/rough penetration. Breeding kink. No major physical descriptions of reader/graphic is for visual purposes only. No specific age gap mentioned. No use of Y/N. No happy ending. Authors Note: Special thank you to @kewwrites for lending me her brain on this one. Additionally, thank you to @toxicanonymity for writing dark content that I had to binge-read to put me in the headspace to even write this lol. And thank you @sydneyinacoma for holding my hand as I wrote this one. Also submitting this as part of @romana-after-dark's Dead Dove December event. Merry Christmas? Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Notifications Extra dark smut below the cut.

As an escort, you’ve found yourself in some pretty fucked up situations before. Years of experience have taught you to navigate such situations with a combination of tact and assertiveness. 

Most of the time the men who exude an air of sleaze shrivel back into the corner, embarrassed and limp dicked.  

Most of the time. 

Tonight is not one of those times. 

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It’s Christmas Eve, and you’re in the bathroom of your sleek apartment on the twenty-fifth floor in the heart of Los Angeles, preparing for another evening of playing the part of whatever and whoever your client wants you to be. 

Sometimes you’re the arm candy, sometimes the new girlfriend, and sometimes you’re just something to look at. It wasn’t always easy, not at first, but the rewards are well worth the endure.

You slept with a handful of your clients early on, only because you needed the money, but now it’s your hard line. You ensure your prospective clients know your rules before you agree to go out with them, and for the most part, they don’t try to cross them. Sure, some try, but all it takes is a quick threat of I’m leaving and they’re happy to fall back in line. You think half of them are convinced that they’re charming enough to make you break the rules, just for them, but none of them ever are. 

You stand before the mirror in a chic ensemble that accentuates your curves without revealing too much. Wear something black and don’t make it trashy, his instructions said. You run your fingers through your hair and give it a final touch before fastening a pair of statement earrings that sparkle like the lights on your Christmas tree. 

The gentle chime of your phone signals a new message. You pick it up, the screen illuminating your face with a soft glow. Your client for the evening, a successful entrepreneur named Tommy, confirms the details for the evening and informs you that a car will meet you at the agreed-upon location at 8:00 pm sharp. 

You check the time and still have another 15 minutes. You meander over to your bar cart, pour yourself a nip of vodka over ice, and sip it while you kill time. You’re not usually nervous, but tonight feels different. 

Not before long, you take a deep breath and head out the door. 

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The night air is crisper than usual for LA this time of year, but you ride with the windows down anyway. Your destination is a trendy rooftop bar where Tommy has chosen to meet. He hasn’t told you the occasion or why he’s hired you, but your best guess is that it’s some swanky holiday party or circle jerk between a bunch of rich people. 

The car pulls up to the entrance, and the driver walks around the vehicle to open the door for you. You adjust your dress with sweaty palms as you step out and head into the building. 

The rooftop offers a panoramic view of the city. Much to your surprise, nobody is there, except for the waitstaff and a man far from the entrance. Tommy is seated at a corner table, engrossed in the cityscape. You approach with grace, and as Tommy turns to greet you, your eyes lock in silent acknowledgment. 

The night unfolds as most of them do. 

There’s nothing strange about it. He orders a bottle of Dom, and you share a meal over casual conversation. He tells you that he rented out the entire rooftop because he wanted some privacy. Which isn’t unusual, you figure he might be some high-profile figure, or maybe he’s married, but you’ve come to learn it’s best not to ask. 

There’s nothing inherently different about this client than any other.

But for whatever reason, you can’t shake the pit of lead that’s settled in your stomach, and the gnawing little voice inside your head that’s screaming danger.

He touches your bare knee under the table and gives you a dark look, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to rise to stand. The gnawing little voice might as well be an opera singer at this point. 

You clear your throat and take your phone out of your purse to check the time. Fuck. You test your luck and try to excuse yourself early anyway. 

“Well, this has been lovely, but I –” you start to say, but you’re cut off by his dark eyes. 

“Nuh-uh, you’re mine for another two hours, doll,” he says in a raspy low voice. 

You watch as he slips a few $100 bills on the table. As he silently rises to stand, you catch a glimpse of the handgun that’s fastened on his hip beneath his suit jacket. Your pulse quickens at the sight. 

You follow him to the elevator, and he presses the lobby. Standing next to you, you realize how much bigger than you he is. He’s broad and built, he looks like he could rip a phonebook in half with his bare hands. 

Stay cool, stay cool, stay cool. 

On the ride down, you feel him snake one hand behind you and he hikes the hem of your dress up and runs his cold fingers up the back of your thigh and over the curves of your ass. 

“Tommy, I don’t sleep with my clients. Please stop,” you ask, your voice firm. 

He turns to face you and cages you against the elevator wall. He’s so close, you feel his hot breath on your lips. Your eyes glance over at the screen above the numbers, and you still have another 15 floors to go until you’re at the lobby. Your stomach drops. 

“You’ll do whatever I ask you to tonight, doll,” Tommy rasps, his voice cold. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel a hard metal pressed up against your ribs – the gun. “Do you understand?” he asks, not questioning. 

Tears well up in the corners of your eyes, and your adrenaline courses through you like an F1 car. When you don’t respond, he presses the barrel of the gun harder into your ribs. Ow. “Better answer me now, Doll, or this isn’t gonna be fun for you,” he threatens. You manage to rasp out a shaky “I understand.” 

Just as you do, the elevator signals that you’re in the lobby and the doors open. He steps back from you and you slump down the wall for a moment, utterly terrified. He nudges his head toward the exit and walks closely behind you, the gun now positioned on your lower back. There’s a dark suburban waiting at the entrance of the building.

You slip into the vehicle, the cool black leather cold on the backs of your legs, and he follows in behind you. There are three other men in the car, two in the front, and one in the far back. They’re all dressed in dark colors, most of them covered in tattoos, and you’re willing to bet that all of them are armed. 

“Ooo, she’s a pretty one. We’re gonna have fun with her,” the one in the back says in a heavy voice. 

“Fuck you,” you yell back, spitting on him. It lands on his face, and a terrifying look crosses it.

He wipes the spit from his eye before he grabs the gun from his side and holds it firm against your temple. Your breathing catches in your throat and your heart freezes mid-beat. 

“You better behave you little cunt, or I’ll make it hurt more than I’m already going to,” he rasps and you let your eyes go glossy as you stare out the window, silent. He removes the gun from your head and sinks back into the seat. 

As they drive off, you consider your options. You could fight them, you think, but that probably wouldn’t end well for you. You consider trying to grab the handgun from Tommy, but he’s so much bigger than you, that probably wouldn’t end well for you either; plus you’re not even sure you’d know how to shoot it. You could grab your phone and try to call 9-1-1, but Tommy would notice you rummaging through your purse for it. 

As they’re driving, you notice that they failed to lock the doors. You’ve never kidnapped anyone, but even you know that’s a rookie mistake. You watch the road blur behind a road of tears, and then it dawns on you – your only option is to jump. You clear the tears from your eyes, set on your escape plan, and wait for the perfect moment. 

Once the car is at a reasonable speed, or so you guess, you don’t know how fast you’re going, and there seems to be no car directly behind you, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. You swiftly pull the door handle, and do your best imitation of a duck-and-roll. 

You hit the pavement with a loud thud, and roll a few times, completely fucking up the skin on your knees and palms. Giving yourself no time to think, running on pure adrenaline, you stand up, abandon your heels, and make a run for it. 

“FUCK!” Tommy yells, “God damn it, man, turn around, we gotta go get her!” he yells to the driver.

You have no idea where you are or where you can go, but you allow your legs to propel you forward. 

Don’t stop, just run. 

You look over your shoulder and see the suburban making a U-turn, and you assess your options once again. You see a Taxi idling in the distance. You don’t think, you just pound on the glass for a quick second before opening the door and slipping into the vehicle. 

You’re panting, out of breath, and borderline hyperventilating. You scream “DRIVE, DRIVE, DRIVE.” The Taxi driver looks back at you, eyes wide, noticing the blood that’s dripping down your legs in thick streams. 

“Did you hear me!? Drive, please they’re going to find me,” you scream. He turns his head back to the windshield, pulls the lever into gear, and hits the gas. The back wheels of the taxi spin out in the gravel as he deftly pulls out into the road ahead.  

With your breathing still erratic, you look behind you through the rearview mirror and are pleased to find that nobody is following you. 

Holy shit. You escaped. 

You sit back normally in your seat and hold one hand on your heart, and the other on your stomach. You assess your hands and legs, noticing you’re covered in blood and gravel. You go to reach for your purse, but shit, you must have lost it when you jumped. 

“What the hell was that about?” the taxi driver says in a raspy low tone, looking at you through the rearview mirror. You don’t respond, your hearing still muffled and ringing from the adrenaline. 

He drives for a few minutes and then turns into a dark alley. 

“Wh – what are you doing?” you ask, keyed up, running on fear. Your hand instinctually finds the door handle, like you might need to jump again. He unbuckles his seat belt and whips around to face you, the leather of his seat squeaking a little as he does. 

He’s big, you can tell he has broad shoulders and thick biceps. Salt and pepper curls grace his head, and he has a scruffy beard to match. There’s a deep line between his eyebrows and a rugged handsomeness to him. 

“You haven’t told me where you want to go, and you’re not listening to me. ‘M not driving you anywhere until you tell me what the fuck that was about. And ‘sides, you’re bleeding. Can’t have you getting blood all over the back of my car,” he says. 

He turns back around and opens the driver's side door. 

“Where are you going?” you ask, voice shaky. What the hell? 

“‘M grabbing the damn first aid kit out of the trunk,” he retorts, a tinge of annoyance to his voice. You’re not sure why he’s being so rude in the first place. You hear the trunk pop open, the sound of ruffling like he’s grabbing something, and then the sound of the trunk slamming shut.

He rounds around to your passenger side door and opens it. 

“Look I’m fine, I don’t need you to –” he shuts you up with a thick rag pressed firm against your face. 

You swear you see him smirk before your vision blurs and fades to black. 

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The air in the dimly lit basement hangs heavy with dampness, and a faint odor of mildew lingers in the stale atmosphere. As your consciousness slowly returns, you realize you’re standing and tied up against a support beam in the middle of the room. 

Your wrists are bound with coarse ropes above your head in a tight knot, causing them to lose circulation. You try to wiggle yourself free, but your body is pinned firmly against the wood by ropes that also extend across your legs. You try to scream, but there’s no point. A thick strip of duct tape covers your lips, muffling even your loudest of efforts to cry out. 

You frantically observe the room around you. It’s illuminated by a single flickering light bulb overhead, the walls are concrete that have been stained with age. The only audible sounds are what you assume are footsteps in the house up above. You try and wiggle yourself free, but it only exhausts you. 

You float in and out of consciousness. As your eyes fall closed, you hope that when you wake up you’ll find that this was all just one big fucked up dream. A nightmare before Christmas. 

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You awake to the sensation of cool metal on your cheek. You groggily come to, and once your vision clears, you see the face of a man – the taxi driver. Your eyes bug out and you whimper beneath the duct tape. 

“Shh, shh, hush kitten,” he coos, running the flat blade of the knife over your soft cheek. “You’re okay, ‘m gonna take real good care of you, I promise.”

Hot tears well in the corners of your eyes, your eyes now bloodshot. You whimper something that sounds like a muffled “please,” under the tape and you see his pupils dilate. A devilish smirk crosses his face. 

“Oh my kitten has manners, does she,” he rasps, dragging the knife down the razor edge of your jaw, over your sternum, and down the valley of your breasts. “Say it again for me,” he says. You’re a full-blown factory of tears at this point, and you muffle out another masked please. You tug on the ropes and stare back at your captor. 

You flinch as he uses the knife and cuts your dress down the middle. Your perky tits spill out of the tight fabric, and he looks at them with hungry eyes. He sheaths the knife and uses his thick hands to rip the rest of the fabric off of you until you’re completely bare before him, minus the thin scrap of your underwear. 

“Well shit, baby. Look at you,” he takes a step back and admires your body, bringing his hand to palm at the growing bulge in his pants. 

You turn your head so you don’t have to look at him, trying to focus on something, anything but him. You hear the clanking of his metal belt unbuckling, and the faint sound of his zipper coming down. He drags his pants and underwear off of his body, and stands before you, fully hard, his large cock throbbing and red. He looks down at it and spits. 

Massaging his length in one hand, he stares at you and tells you, “Look at me, kitten.” 

You don’t. 

A deep growl escapes his chest, and he steps closer to you. Still massaging his cock with one hand, he uses the other and grips your jaw tightly, smushing your cheeks together, forcing you to look at him. “There she is, my pretty girl, that’s better,” he taunts. 

“See what you do to me?” He says, nodding down to his cock, his jaw slack. “This is what you’re gonna get for tempting me,” he darkly adds. He continues to work at his cock; to him, you may look like you’re watching him, but you’re doing your best to blur your vision, to think about anything else. 

His hand leaves his cock and comes to rest on your chest with his palm flat. He trails it over your breast and cups the weight of it, rolling your nipple to a stiff peak between his index finger and thumb. 

“If you promise you’ll be a good little kitten for me, I’ll make this feel good for you,” he says. All you can do is whimper and cry as he uses you. 

He drags his flat palm down your body, over your tummy, and cups your pussy over your underwear, feeling the warm heat of it. He growls and hooks his fingers under the fabric until the tips of them are nudged into your slit, near your hole. He dips the tip of his middle finger into your cunt, and you flinch. 

“Good little kitten, already wet for me,” he says, and then plunges the length of it inside of you. You gasp, and he smiles. He drags the length of his finger, now covered in your slick, up the seam of your pussy until it lands on your clit. He begins to draw tight circles there, and you can’t help but moan at the sensation of it. 

A low growl reverberates through his chest as he works at you, his dark eyes trained on your face. You try to suppress the need to come, and he can tell. “Filthy little girl, pretending you don’t want to come for me. Go on, baby. I know you want it,” he says darkly, coaxing you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

He alternates between fucking his fingers into you and rubbing your clit. You don’t want to come, but you can’t stop it. Can’t fight it. As much as you hate it, you’re at his mercy. You’re scared to admit what it might mean if you were to come under circumstances like this, but you’re so tired, you just want to feel something good. “Be a good little slut for me, kitten. Come on my fingers, know you want to,” he says, and shit. Your vision goes white, and for the first time tonight, you don’t feel anything except pleasure. 

He collects the slick that’s formed as a result of your orgasm and uses it to coat his hard cock. He watches you and admires the fucked out look on your face. 

“Gonna free your legs now, kitten. Don’t go getting any ideas or I’ll find another way to use my knife other than cuttin’ these ropes, got it?” he rasps. He ducks down, pulls the knife from his back pocket, and uses it to saw the ropes until you’re free before once again tucking it away.  

He drags your now-soiled panties down and off your legs. You know he’s going to fuck you. And as fucked up as it is, and as much as you don’t want it, there’s a little tug at your low navel, a thread of arousal that tells you otherwise. 

He uses his hands to grab your hips and he tugs at them until your back is slightly arched against the beam. Your wrists hurt, the harsh rope burning your skin, but it pales in comparison to the thick stretch of him in your cunt. 

He fills you in one thrust, giving you no time to adjust to the size of him. He holds you up, your legs wrapped firmly against his core, and he fucks into you. He fucks you hard, his thick cock punching against your cervix with nearly every thrust. You whimper from the intensity of it. 

“That noise…keep making it,” he begs, his voice wrecked. You fight your hardest to stay silent after hearing that. “Need to know, kitten – are you on birth control? IUD? Anything?” he asks, and you think if you tell him the truth, maybe he won’t come inside of you. Stupid, stupid mistake. You shake your head “No,” and he groans. 

His hips slow and stutter. “Fuck, fuck – yeaaaahhhh, kitten. Fuck, you’re mine,” he pauses with himself buried to the hilt deep inside of you as he pumps his seed deep inside of you. 

“So good for me, kitten. You’re so good,” he says, caressing your cheek with his thumb, still inches deep inside of you. He rips the duct tape off your lips in one swoop, the tearing sensation causes your eyes to water. He plants a soft kiss on your lips, before biting your bottom lip hard enough to bleed. 

“Taste good, too,” he adds, licking your blood off of his lips. 

He pulls out, leaving you completely wrecked, and his cum smears all over your thighs. 

“Names Joel by the way,” he says, his voice impossibly dark, “just thought you might wanna know the name of the man who’s gonna make you a mother.” 

END 

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[linosspam]

- guilt

- minho x fem reader

- angst | happy ending | sfw

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“I’m tired of this, yn.” you heard him mutter under his breath, giving you one last cold glare before grabbing his belongings and heading out the door.

Your heart hurt. It really did. One moment you and Minho were joking around, teasing each other. Like always. And the next, a heated argument broke out after you had mentioned his schedule. Specifically his lack of time for you.

“I told you yn, I’m an idol. I can’t be with you all the time,” he groaned, the ambience quickly growing uneasy.

You hung your head, eyes fixated on his socked feet, trying to distract yourself from the tears threatening to spill. “Then, why are we together if you don’t have time for me?” The words left your mouth before you could control them and a sense of guilt ran over you. But it was too late. He had already left the dorm. The dorm in which he had convinced you to stay the night.

And all you could think of was how stupid you were. What if he never comes back? Awful thoughts filled your head. What if my Minho is gone forever?

And you found yourself scrambling into his empty room, grabbing one of the multiple hoodies sprawled out on his bed. He was never the tidiest person, but that’s what made him so lovable. Slipping it over your head, you pressed it to your nose, basking in the leftover cologne. It was the closest thing you had to him right now.

You nestled into such a simple piece of fabric which meant so much to you. But who was there to comfort you now? A knot formed in your throat and you blinked rapidly, trying to prevent the inevitable.

“Min,” you finally choked out to yourself, no longer able to hold your tears in. You held his hoodie to your face, letting it catch the little droplets of water that endlessly streamed down your cheeks. Your heart ached and throbbed with a feeling of loneliness. Like a part of you was gone now that Minho was.

You found yourself to be in some state of distress, rubbing your chest with a hand to help ease some of the pain you felt. To help ease the loss of your favorite person.

You lost track of time and soon felt the corner of the bed slightly dip in. Quickly, uncovering your face, you blinked, adjusting to what was in front of your very own eyes. Your features softened. It was your boyfriend, Lee Minho.

He had gone for a walk to clear his mind. And he couldn’t help but think of you on his way there and back.

“Baby,” you sobbed, throwing yourself into his arms. He engulfed you in a tight hug, slightly bewildered at your heavy reaction.

He rubbed your back soothingly. “Shh, honey. What’s wrong?”

You buried your face into his shoulder, gripping him tightly, like the world was going to end. “I thought you left.” You managed to choke out through your shuddering breath and painful tightness in your chest.

Minho felt his stomach drop.

“Baby, I just went out for some fresh air, to clear the tension. I’m still here yn,” he whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder.

He broke away to place a kiss to your cheek, bringing his hand up to caress your jawline with the tip of his thumb, wiping the leftover tears away.

You could feel yourself melt into the touch which you had missed so badly, and the minute he pulled away, you were already longing for those pink, plump lips again.

“You still love me?”

He felt a pang of guilt as you looked up at him, bringing your hands up to comb his hair out with the tips of your fingers, adjusting it with a pout of concentration glued to your face. Minho knew you. He knew this was your way of apologizing, even if you never voiced the words aloud.

“Always, sweetie,” he smiled. “You still love me?” He mimicked your question, playfully poking your shoulder.

You returned the smile, parroting his actions. “Of course, kitten.”

He blushed at the cute nickname his girlfriend had given him.

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a/n - i was feeling some minho angst, im sorryy! i gave y’all a happy ending because im not that mean…

- linosspam

[voidscreamintheories]

Kitten: Theory of a "Hunter"

Spoilers for Hunter The Parenting

So Kitten. He is our happy lil Br*tish hunter. He also is always wearing ski goggles, a sweater, and full face covering. Even in the one flashback image we have of him. As always we must acknowledge the DNA this series pulls from: Kitten was the Captain General in TTS, this is why he uses a spear with a gun and a stake at the end in HTP, it's a guardian spear by way of hunter. It was a running gag in TTS that his helmet was never removed, even all of his other garments were. Side tangent, 1. WHAT WAS SHE THINKING 2. I hope desperately Lockwarden and Santodes return in HTP, because both of those characters were immaculate and we didn't get enough of them. Side tangent complete.

TTS acknowledgement aside, let us consider what Kitten might be. In the audiolog between Kitten and Big D, kitten seems to question the existence of some supernatural creatures, like the witch. Yet two of them he is unphased by them being mentioned: The vampires, which makes sense as the family is hunting vamps and Kitten has fought a vamp (important later). And the werewolves. This is the sticking point to me: Kitten not only is unphased about the existence of werewolves, he in fact says "wait hang on you know about werewolves" to Big D. Now that's a might curious, why wouldn't Big D, master-hunter and well known supernaturalist know about werewolves, and even more so, why would Kitten know and Big D not?

My theory is that Kitten IS a were creature. But not a wolf. In World of Darkness there are a few species of shapechangers like the werewolves. The wolves are the most common, but the other kinds know of each other's existence as well. I propose that Kitten is a werecat. Not only this, I suspect Kitten is a specific kind of werecat, a metis (can someone who knows more about WoD tell me is this is pronounced Met-iss, a made up word, or May-tea, a real word for a real world group of people who this does not necessarily apply to). A metis (in world of darkness, not the real world ethno-cultural group) is a shapechanger born to two shapechanger parents. When they are born they come out in their warform, the half-human-half-animal "hollywood monster" form. These shapechangers often have malformations of some variety, and this can include very obvious animal features even in human form. Say for example, cat ears and fur. I think Kitten wears his ski stuff, and has ears on his hood because he is a lil catboy under that hood. As a werecat he would be familiar with the shapechanger culture and practices, he'd know about other shapechangers (notice in the black shuck story at one point he says "and it is [black shuck]" not "and it PROBABLY is", maybe because he actually knows who black shuck is?), and he'd be supernaturally strong. Perhaps even strong enough to overcome a vampire that just fed. Kitten describes his encounter with the vamp at college, with maybe a Ventrue or Torreador vamp (I think Ventrue because he was charismatic but had a need for a violent feeding), while these clans aren't the normal muscle for the vamps, they are stronger than humans. Yet Kitten managed to beat this vampire, even though he was hopped up on blood. I think our lil cat boy was using his own supernatural strength. Another thing mentioned around this story is the tragedy that befell Kitten's parents, which left him with the house. If they are shapechangers, there is the potential that Kitten killed them during his first change, a not uncommon occurence in Garou families. There's also the possibility that his parents were killed in the war that all Garou are fighting, or because they broke the litany (werewolf mascarade) by having a metis child.

Now. Problems. Both Grimal and Markus have cannonically "broken that boy". Now is Kitten a "sorry babe, the ski mask stays ON during sex" type gamer? Or do Grimal and Markus both know? Not sure! Grimal could probably be convinced he was just REALLY into cosplay, I bet. And Markus may have known about Kitten being a cat from their childhood, depending when they first met.

But! This lets me talk more about garou society as evidence for Kitten being a cat. In shapechanger society, a metis is often hidden from the public until they can control their form, so as to not give the game away on werewolves being real. Maybe Kitten was isolated as a child, making it harder for him to interact with other kids when he did eventually get his form *more* under control. Maybe in the time before he was allowed in public, he became a true gamer. Maybe Markus was one of the few kids weird enough to hang out with him. Maybe those lack of social skills brought him closer to Grimal when they first met, two strange weirdos with similar experiences (please Alfabusa don't make Grimal the ghoul, I don't want her to get Arcanum'd)

Also! The werecats have some characteristics in their culture that might explain why our lil cat friend isn't just vibing with the other werecats. Some of the Bastet (Bastet means werecat, Keikaku means plan) are VERY curious lil fellas. They seek out hidden knowledge and talk to other garou clans to learn their secrets all the time. Maybe Kitten became a hunter because of his in-built desire to be a gatherer of lore. This would also explain how he knows all these stories, and finds secrets in games. He just HAS to know these things. This would further explain why he is SO upset about being blacklisted, he wants desperately to be able to study and learn, but has been cut off.

In brief, I believe Kitten is a werecat and his lil sweater ears are not just a fetish thing. He joined the arcanum/our hunters because it's a great way to sate his innate curiosity.

Now something to consider, as many of us know, curiosity does have a certain reputation regarding cats...

[weemsfreak]

Happy Ending - NSFW

I'm so happy to have collaborated on this with @v3nusxsky

I came up with an idea for a happy ending massage with Larissa and Mars made it wayy better with her amazing smut writing skills! Hope you all love it :)

Larissa x fReader

Warnings: smuttt, dom Larissa sub reader, shifting, praise k!nk, thigh riding

"Good afternoon, I was wondering if my friend could get a massage, um, with a 'happy ending'." You heard a women talking to the secretary, she whispered that last part. This made you chuckle. You were intrigued by her voice, oh her voice, it was angelic. You peaked out of the side room over to the secretary desk and saw a woman standing there, a red headed woman a few feet away reading some brochures. The woman at the desk was tall, pale, and adorned a red lip. Her hair was pinned up so intricately and she wore a green dress with a long matching coat. Despite her height, she wore kitten heels, and she had gold jewellery that looked really expensive. Your jaw dropped, you had never seen anyone quite like her before.

"Marilyn, you have to sign this form" she gestured for the red head to go over to the desk with her. You went back into the room and looked at your colleague Jen, wide eyed and a huge grin on your face. She was preparing some hot towels and refilling the oil for the rooms. "What's wrong with you?" "Oh my god Jen, look at that woman out there." She peeked out of the room and turned back to you smiling. "Holy, I've never seen anyone like her before, what is she getting?" You frowned, "I think her friend is getting something, not her." Jen stared at you, a sly smile on her face. "Well, I'll take her friend, I think you should try to convince her to get something." You laughed, that wouldn't be happening. "Why would she want a massage from me? Look at her!" "Look at you!" Jen quipped. "You're charming, you're hot, if anyone could convince her to get one it would be you." You blushed, deciding that you should shoot your shot. "Ugh okay, I'll try." Jen left the room and you could hear her talking with the women.

"Y/N" the secretary called to you. "I got this one" Jen said to the secretary, she was a lifesaver. "I'll be out in a minute" you called, quickly warming some oil and tidying up. You went over to the desk as Jen and Marilyn were venturing to a room. "What can I do for you?" you said to the tall woman. "Oh nothing for me thanks, I'm just here with my friend." You looked her up and down and tilted your head to the side. "You don't get massages?" you questioned, trying to get her to give in. "Yes I- actually, no, I don't" the tall women suddenly sounded unsure. "Well I'm sure you could use one. You have very good posture, but something is telling me that you have a desk job" you smiled at her wiggling your eyebrows. "Yes I do, how did you know that?" "Just a good guess." You paused for a moment, "So, a massage then?" She pondered before asking quietly, "Do you do uh, normal massages?" You smiled at her question, "Of course, we do it all here, whatever you are comfortable with." She nodded her head "Okay." You turned to the secretary, "Put her down for a massage, plus compliments, those are free" you winked at the woman. You lead her to a room and told her to change into a robe before you went to retrieve some hot towels and oil. You noticed that she smelled of roses and thought maybe she'd appreciate some rose oil. Knocking on the door, she let you in and you turned on some relaxing music.

 "Alright, lay down on your back or front, doesn't matter which first." She laid down on her front and you lowered her robe enough to get at her back. "So, to whom do I owe the pleasure today?" She giggled as she replied "Larissa Weems, and your name?" She wanted to hold out her hand for you to shake, but she couldn't from this position. "Y/N. So Larissa Weems, what do you do for a living?" "I'm a headmistress" she said confidently. Hot, you thought. "Ooh highly educated, so do you sit all day?" "Half of the day" she answered as you massaged her shoulders. You went lower down her back massaging her pale skin. She let out a groan when you rubbed between her shoulders and her neck. "You have a lot of tension here" you giggled. "Yes, apparently I do" she chuckled back at you. "What school do you work at?" She didn't answer for a moment, but then she mumbled "Nevermore." You stopped your hands to think about why you knew that name, oh yes, the school for outcasts. "The outcast school?" She nodded her head. "Interesting, I mean I guess I'm not surprised that someone as elegant and put together as you is running it" you chuckled. "Okay, flip." She flipped so she was now lying on her back and you pulled the robe down her shoulders slightly. "Oh right, you're not wearing a bra." "Oh god, am I supposed to keep it on?" You laughed at this, she was clueless and cute. "No, no, it's easier to take it off, just that some people aren't comfortable with it." You massaged her traps and her shoulders before moving down her arms. "Can I just say you have such nice skin, soft and pale, you look ethereal. And you smell so good, like roses." You looked at her as she blushed and you were glad that she appreciated your compliments. "Thank you darling, it's my perfume." "It's lovely."

You both went silent as you worked your way up to her neck, messaging the sides and the back of her head. She looked at you with wondering eyes, and it was hard for you not to stare into hers. "Can I ask you about your job?" she asked quietly, like your job was a secret or something. "Of course" She pondered for a minute. "Do you all do happy endings here?" You smiled, you could tell she was quite reserved, but she sounded rather curious. She seemed like she would be the dominant type. "Not all of us. We are all certified in massage, but some of us choose to do that as well, it's better money." She shook her head in understanding. "So do you get to choose if you do that with a client?" "Yes, we can choose. I don't do it much as I prefer women, and we don't get too many women in here. My friend Jen who is with your friend gets more clients because she goes for women and men." You moved your hands up just under her jaw and under her ears. She had such an adorable face, you wanted to cup her cheeks in your hands. Her hair looked so soft and her makeup was still perfect, despite laying on her stomach a few minutes ago. Her lips were so full and that red looked ravishing on her. You gave her a little side smile and scrunched your nose up subconsciously as you were admiring her, and she caught it before you realized the face you were making. "What?" she questioned, which pulled you away from your staring. "Oh sorry, it's nothing" you looked away. "Why were you staring at me?" You thought she didn't like your staring, you knew she was rather professional, and you should be too. "Sorry I just, you're gorgeous" you said shyly, not looking her way. She bit her bottom lip as her hand grabbed at your uniform top, pulling you closer to her face, your hands still on her neck. "What does a happy ending include?" she whispered in your ear. "Um, whatever you want it to" you whispered back. She looked in your eyes and you froze for a second, your lips were almost brushing against hers. "Is kissing allowed, if I want it?" You thought for a minute, usually it wasn't. "For you, anything." She let go of your shirt and stood up next to the massage bench, looking at you as she slowly untied the waist of her robe, letting it fall open.

“You’re beautiful” you murmured as your eyes uncontrollably roamed over her naked form. “Can I kiss you” the blonde murmured cupping your cheeks. “Please” was all you could whimper before she crashed her lips to yours. She tasted even better than she smelled, you couldn’t help but moan into her mouth as she begged for entrance. The fact you hardly ever did anything as reckless as this was turning you on. The woman tugged at your pants letting them fall to the floor as you happily submitted to Larissa as she walked you both back to the bench where she previously lay. “God you’re gorgeous” the headmistress mumbled settling on the bench and seating you on her toned thigh. Your lips met again as your tongues danced in an innate rhythm as if they were made for one another. A perfect fit. You didn’t even realize when your hips began to rut against her thigh, smothering her thigh in your arousal. “Oh fuck Larissa” you mewled tilting your head backwards while she guided your movements and attached her lips to the expanse of your throat. “Oh that’s one hell of a kiss” you mumbled slightly losing control of yourself now, her lips on your throat and the way your clit dragged over her thigh with just enough pressure was dizzying.

You felt it before Larissa pulled away from your body as much as she could with you straddled over her thigh. “Oh god I’m sorry! I’m so sorry” she whispered her cheeks almost fire truck red. “Ris? Is that a, uh?” You stumbled over your own words as your body tried to come back from the previous pleasure. “This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out, I’m sorry. I know you said you only do this with women. And I mean I am, but I guess I got carried away and accidentally shifted when thinking of bending you over and pounding into your heat with my strap” she murmured embarrassed, looking away from you and waiting for the comments on how disgusting she is or who you wanted her to shift into. “You’re so beautiful Larissa Weems. I’d very much like you to fuck me with your little friend here. Will you feel everything?” Your reaction shocked the headmistress but she quickly gained her confidence back. “I will feel everything darling. And I assure you he’s not little love” the last few words caused your eyes to flicker down to her very girthy seven inch cock that was proudly standing to attention, almost painfully. You reached to the table to get some warm oil and tentatively, you brought your hand down to wrap around her shaft and slowly moved your hand up and down the veiny cock. You looked up through your eyelashes to see the older woman biting her bottom lip so hard you feared it would bleed. “Oh fuck baby! Feels so good” she whimpered, “want to fuck you!”

“Daddy?” You mumbled hesitantly not expecting Larissa to pull her cock from your hand and hurriedly bend you over the bench. “Say it again” she growled, teasing your with the swollen head of her shaft, mixing your arousal and her precum together. “Daddy please don’t tease” you whined pushing your hips back in an attempt to get her to enter your cunt. “Oh fuck sweetheart okay, daddy’s gonna fuck your sweet pussy so good” she muttered before slipping into your tight little hole. “Oh fuck daddy you’re so big” you mewled feeling her stretching your walls out. “Oh fuck me you’re so fucking tight angel, you’re practically suffocating my cock” Larissa whimpered trying to give you a few moments to process the intrusion. “Please god please, god move” you mewled only to be cut off by your own cry. Thank god for soundproofed walls. Larissa was extremely talented with her newly shifted anatomy, so good in fact, you were losing your touch on everything but her. The speed, the strength and how she hit that very spot inside your velvety fluttering walls causing you to whine and mewl taking everything she was giving like a common whore. “Such a pretty little thing for me aren’t you sweetheart, fuck daddy’s gonna cum”

"Oh god please Ris, please fuck fill me” you mewled, clenching your pelvic muscles to tighten your walls around her shaft. That was all it took for Larissa to paint your fluttering walls with her seed causing you to cum around her cock with a cry of pleasure. By the time you both came down from your highs you were very flushed and both gasping for air. “That was a very happy ending sweetheart, exactly what I needed, thank you” she murmured pressing a sweet kiss to your lips and starting to help you redress before going to redress herself. After a few breaths to calm yourself you mumbled to Larissa to find you at the counter when she was ready before slipping out of the room.

“So either that room is really hot or you convinced miss beautiful tall goddess to have a happy ending” Jen teased seeing your flushed face. “Oh shush you, how was Marilyn?” you muttered nudging your co worker, hoping to distract her from Larissa and you. “Mari is great, got her number and stuff” she murmured to you before nudging you to alert you to Larissa and Marilyn’s presence. “So ladies that’s all the payments sorted, would you like your receipt” you murmured after taking Larissa’s payment. “Please” was all Larissa offered to you while not taking her eyes off of you. You quickly scribbled your number down on the receipt before handing it to her with a subtle wink. Truly, you would never have thought that your job would bring you someone as magnificent as Larissa Weems.

[bonebabbles]

This is the pettiest thing I will ever post. But when I see Gray Wing put up with the song Mr. Cellophane I think,

Don't you dare compare Amos Hart to that hideous beast. Amos deserves the ENTIRE WORLD and also A UNION

good. gray wing deserves this, actually. Cry about it

It does legitimately interest me though, how the song becomes re-contextualized by changing the singer like this.

For those who don't know; Chicago is a musical about awful people and the way Roxie Hart and her lawyer, Billy Flynn, are able to whip the media surrounding Roxie's trial into a tool to get her acquitted of a coldblooded murder.

It's about trickery, with the only two well-meaning people in the entire cast taking the consequences. A hotshot prosecutor hangs the only innocent woman in the jail (Hunyak, a Hungarian who can't speak English and whose public defender refuses to do his job), and Roxie's husband, Amos Hart, bankrupts himself to pay for Roxie's lawyer.

Roxie haaaates Amos. She lies to him about her victim, convincing him cover up her murder, only for it to fall apart when he finds out she had been cheating on him with this man and the truth comes together. Yet, he still spends every cent he has on Billy Flynn, a very expensive lawyer, to save her from the noose.

He's not a smart man, and that's the tragedy. He's a rube she takes advantage of. She was always planning to leave him.

The whole time, Amos is kept out of the loop and used in even more schemes. Roxie feigns pregnancy to get media sympathy, frames him as a mastermind who "convinced a nun to elope one day," and ignores him for the entire trial before leaving him in the end.

So when he sings Mr. Cellophane, what that serves is to show that Amos wants ONE thing. He just wants to be noticed. Not loved, he doesn't want to own her, he doesn't wish he never paid for her defense. He wants to be NOTICED.

And that's very unlike Gray Wing, but people will hear Mr. Cellophane out of context and just think it's about sadboy pining.

Gray Wing treats Turtle Tail like shit as he obsesses over Storm, who was never interested in him. He treats her buddy Bumble like shit and yells at Turtle for having the wrong friend. He doesn't run after heavily pregnant Storm when she leaves Clear Sky for being a controlling, war-hungry monster who argues with her in public and exiled his disabled brother.

He holds a grudge against Bumble for "taking" Turtle from him, happy to watch her dragged back to a domestic abuser, and couldn't give less of a shit when she dies violently because she just HAD to go and get herself killed by his Beloved Brother and now no one will like him :(

And even worse-- he's NOT Mr. Cellophane. People think Gray Wing is the wisest motherfucker in the forest, they run after him and beg him to help them lead all the time, trusting his dumb, terrible choices and clouded judgement to the point of absurdity.

He's the writer's pet, even "rewarded" with a woman in the end to birth his biological kittens

There's something really interesting in that, though.

The song from the mouth of Amos Hart, it's insight to his goodness. Even after all this mistreatment, after being so OBVIOUSLY taken advantage of, slandered, drained of everything, all he wants is to be noticed. It's a fatal flaw.

In the mouth of Gray Wing, it's whining. It's the same bitching and moaning he does all series long, crying about how people don't listen to him when really they should listen to him less. It's "But I'm a Nice Guy!" entitlement, a refusal to self-reflect on why those three women didn't fucking like him. A fatal flaw, but in the opposite way.

[jwcnsz]

catsitting with enhypen! <3

pairing; enhypen members x gn!reader

warnings; mentions of biting, cursing

genre; fluff, domestic au

word count; 800+

requested; nope!

a/n; i saw enha play with kitties and i was like “i gotta write it” so here we are. also hee’s part is so long im sorry rn im just like “heeseung 🫶” forgive me anyways pls enjoy!

heeseung;

omg he’s so happy when you tell him you’re gonna bring a kitten home for the day

you were taking care of it for a friend and wtv

heeseung literally just “KITTY” and SPRINTED towards the door

he’s so real for that cause same

the whole time he’s babying it ohhh :(

that kitten is in his arms and he’s carrying it around as if it were his child

head in hands HE USES A BABY VOICE TO TALK TO THE KITTEN

“awww my little kitty :((“ cooing and shit

“can we keep it? ☹️” “no.” “please? ☹️” “no.” “pleaseeee? ☹️” u just. “no.”

HE WILL BEG WITH A POUT AND BIG EYES

heeseung’s master manipulator era

he didn’t even let you get near it not even to help him take care of it

“hee, you need to let me help.” “NO.” he just walks away with the kitten in his arms

when it’s time to return the kitty he’s literally sobbing

he WILL NOT let go

“you can get another one 😒” “HEESEUNG.”

literally had to pry that kitten away

u got him a kitten later on though so he forgave you for the whole “ripping away his child” thing

jay;

oh he’s upset

he gets that you’re doing your friend a favor but he’s allergic to cats and you know this

“are you serious, y/n?” “BUT THE KITTY IS SO CUTE ☹️” “fucking hell…”

in the end he agrees BUT you have to always be ten feet away from him.

he literally walks around the house with a mask on cause there is no way he’s inhaling those car hairs.

“jay, you won’t die.” “you have no idea how much allergies suck.” “take a pill.” “NO. 🙄”

there is no convincing him.

yeah he thinks the kitten is cute but he wasn’t gonna get sick over it

FINALLY you have to give the kitten back

if jay feels sad he won’t tell you

“jay say bye to the kitten.” jay: 🙁

he’s still gonna act like he doesn’t want it there

you learned to never baby sit a cat again

(jay still wanted you to bring more home though)

jake;

dog lover #1

“why couldn’t your friend have a puppy?” “shut up and go get me a bowl.”

at first he hates the kitten and the kitten hates him

my mans got bitten 😞

“cats are spawns of satan and you cannot convince me otherwise.”

the whole day hes glaring at that poor kitty

the kitten who just wants to go home:

eventually jake decided to give it another chance and he tried his best to not be mean to it

“bite me again and i’m sending you to the pound.” “JAKE NO”

anyways they became besties after that

“jake let go of that poor cat” “BUT ITS SO ADORABLE HOW DID I HATE IT BEFORE??? ☹️”

he now wants a cat but he didn’t wanna cheat on layla so he decided against it

he gave it back normally but he’s now doing research on where he can get a kitten (without letting layla know)

sunghoon;

dog lover #2

but he isn’t anti cats either

he’s the second most normal one of the bunch

no fights or almost dying from cat hairs

he just vibes with it

he does get a little attached but it’s okay

“we can get our own kitten”

but it’s not the same for him 💔💔 he still loves his other kitten tho

sunoo;

they either hate each other or love each other

for this let’s act like they’re besties

love at first sight for these two srsly

you’re trying to get sunoo’s attention and he just

“don’t talk to me i’m with the baby 🙄” MF

but it makes u happy to see them get along

they take naps tgt and they eat tgt they do everything tgt

he doesn’t wanna give the kitten back but ofc he gives in eventually

“so do you wanna get a kitten?” “WE JUST LEFT.” “so a yes?”

jungwon;

THEYRE SOULMATES. BESTIES. 🤞🤞🤞

they meow at each other like literal conversations but in cat

“jungwon-“ “SHHH it’s telling me a story” he has the cat against his ear

you just let them be and it’s better for you since you don’t have to do anything

just like sunoo they do anything together

“can we please cuddle?” “the kitten says no.”

mf 😒

he really just kitten>>>you

riki;

best cat dad™️

hes so sweet

HE GIVES THE KITTEN NOSE KISSES AND LITTLE BELLY RUBS 😞

“you are now my baby! 😁” “riki you’re sixteen.” “teenage father.”

he has adopted that cat by now its HIS.

treats it like a newborn he has him everywhere

he puts the kitten inside his hoodie 😞💔

“need to keep my baby warm 🥰”

hes so in love with that kitten it hurts

he plays around with it sm :( literally they both run around like babies

“im not giving this kitten back.” he gave it back.

he was heartbroken. his world just fell apart

not even kidding hes sobbing on the way back to ur house

“riki its okay it was literally just a day.” “HE IS MY BABY. I BASICALLY RAISED HIM.”

u got him a kitten to make him happy cause happy baby riki 🫶

taglist <3; @iluvnishi @kiki-woo @heartsforsoobie @woonie-muffin @luveuly @byeolwonnie (if u wanna be tagged send a message/ask!)

requests are; OPEN!

[coolestclowns]

☆Oakworthy scene list: remake☆ (a very long post.)

I switched phones and realised that means my note containing all my oakworthy notes was GONE! obviously I could not let this stand and immediately began my 3rd s2 relisten.

Episode 5

Normal: Hermie, go away!

Hermie: Okay, okay! Okay. That kitten's got claws.

Will: Alright, so no one's going out with Hermie, that's for sure.

Anthony: I guess one person should answer then... So Hermie the unworthy shows up and he goes-

Hermie: Hello, Normal. I see you require companionship to the dance.

Freddie: is it like, "meet under the tree outside"? Where are we to do these interviews and auditions?

Will: In the note I said take the green tab and slide it into my locker

Anthony: Oh yeah, yeah

Will: So I feel like what happens is, I open the locker, I see the green tab, I close it and Hermie The Unworthy's on the other side

Normal: OH! Uh, hey hermie! What's up, dude?

Hermie: Don't visit your locker very much, I see?*

Normal: I mean, uh, yeah, I've just kinda been waitin-- y'know I've been a little nervous that no one was going to answer, but someone did! Isn't this crazy?

Hermie: Yes. Isn't it?

Normal: You answered, didn't you? ;]

Hermie: A gentleman never tells ;}

Normal: But that's specifically the point was to, for-

Hermie: Yes. Yes, it was me. Yes. Hello, hello

Normal: Do you want to go to the dance with me, Hermie?!

Hermie: The question is, do YOU want to go to the dance with ME?

*how long did he wait there at Normals locker...

Normal after failing an insight roll on hermies persuasion: wow! Y'know, maybe, Hermie, I misjudged you?

Hermie: Perhaps you did

Normal: it's, y'know- i-

Hermie: Perhaps you could make it up to me... at the dance

Normal: Okay well I-

Hermie: ...or maybe you can convince Scary to make it up to me at the dance... Or maybe it's just you! Maybe I'd be happy either way.

Anthony: Ok, so he just puts his hand forward then steps forward trying to shove you into the locker, and you step out of the way, his hand hits the locker and he very swiftly turns as if he's just leaning against it and he goes-

Hermie: Look.

Freddie: God damn, he's smooth...

Hermie: Let me be real with you.

Normal: Mhmm?

Hermie: in the words of Jane Austin, you have no prospects. Nor do I. The only chance we have of getting the people that we want is to be at that dance, wait for their inevitable heartbreak at the end of whichever knuckle-dragging buffoon they had decided to go with, because you know as well as I that girls love to go with assholes. So I just wait for that asshole to break her heart... You can wait for some asshole to break somebody- I don't know whatever you're interested in! And then who's there to pick up those pieces? Who's there to reassemble that broken, broken woman into something that will make out with me?

Beth: ohh my god

Hermie: That's me. And that's going to be you.

Normal: you know what? I'm going to reassemble YOUR broken pieces, Hermie Unworthy. And I'm going to show you that maybe it's time to just have a good time with someone and not have to worry about that all that stuff. So you know what? I will go out with you. Because frankly, I think someone needs to keep an eye on you.

Hermie: Perfect.

Normal: So uh, yeah! That sounds good, you got a date!

Hermie: Perfect...all according to plan

Normal: GUYS, I GOT A DATE WITH HERMIE THE UNWORTHY! I THINK I CAN FIX HIM!

Normal: Okay, I see there's a rose garden in his house so I'll just rip out one of his mother's prized roses out of the garden and give it to him

Matt: I love that Normal knows it's prized roses

Link: Oh wow! You're going to rip one of those prized roses? But they win every year! What are you doing!?

Normal: Oh, is that bad? Are you not supposed to do that?

Normal: I just want to go on record saying I was I was the first one to think you were pretty cool

Link: Oh! Thanks, wow this is really-

Normal: And maybe that means I'll be the first one of all of us to think Hermie Unworthy's a cool guy!

Taylor: eh....

Scary: Uhm....

Normal, about to pick up hermie for the dance: Wish me luck. I'm a little nervous, I don't know why. Ugh, just never done something like this before

Link: Go get 'em, buddy!

Taylor: Do you need us to be near?

Scary: Yeah?

Will: So Normal steps out of the van and walks up to the front door, he looks at the roses but thinks better of ripping one out of the garden, and rings the doorbell.

Anthony: Hermie The Unworthy opens the door and he's wearing a tuxedo. He's fucking dressed to the nines, frankly overdressed for a school dance

Hermie: Face it, Tiger. You just hit the jackpot.*

Will: You just hit the jackpot!

Anthony: And he just strolls past you toward the bus.

Freddie: Can you imagine? To have that much confidence in highschool?

Matt: I feel like even Taylor is intimidated by this amount of confidence

Taylor: Woah, woah! Woah!!

* I've said it once and I'll say if again, him quoting the MJ line from spiderman is literally DNDADS2 version of like. A Romeo and Juliet quote

Normal: Okay, uh-- [stutters] it's nice to see you. We all just had a really nice friendship bonding moment, so just, if you could be cool that ...it'd be great.

Anthony: He turns over his shoulder and he goes-

Hermie: I can't not be cool, I'm Hermie The Unworthy.

Normal: Hey, hermie?

Scary: Yeah, he's not going to get it.

Link:...yeah

Normal: We're all like, crime fighters. We're all part of an organization that fights evil monsters that have infected this world and we're looking for our lost dads. What do you think about that?

Anthony: He steps off the bus.

Normal: What?

Hermie: Uh... That's weird. You're being weird.

Normal: That's weird?!

Hermie: You're being weird.

Normal: WHAT!?

Scary: what did- what did I say?

Link: Wait, Hermie no! You gotta come-

Normal: NO WAIT!! I GOT TO GET TO THE DANCE, I GOT TO SAVE THE WORLD!

Hermie: Well, you could do that on your own, because that sounds weird. See this, I'm in a bus full of crazy people. I'm Hermie The Unworthy, not Hermie The Unliving. I don't want to get murdered by you.

Hermie: Yeahhhhh, I knew you were joking with me! Come on? You think- I was joking back on you!

Normal: Oh, wow!

Scary: oh

Hermie: I wasn't going to leave you high and dry

Taylor: he got reverse carded!

Hermie: You can't get into the dance without a date! Wagons roll, baby!

Episode 6

Link: He said "give us space" but like, in movies, when somebody says "give us space"-

Hermie: It doesn't apply to me?

Link: -it doesn't apply to the person you're on a date with

Scary: Yeah...

Hermie: Oh!

Will: Normal is taking off the mascot head and I've set it down on the sink, and I'm staring at myself in the mirror.

Hermie: Ooh. Having a moment of self reflection, do you want to be alone?

Normal: [sighs]

Hermie: Or should I...comfort? You? To be honest, the role that I'm preparing for, he never gets the date that he wants. So I don't actually have to do this part, but you look like you might need some-

Normal: What do you mean? W-what role, what are you talking about?

Hermie: The way that I behaved to you previously at the school with the uh, the moves on scary that I put on. All that unsavoury business.

Scary: [annoyed sigh]

Hermie: That's is a part of my method acting process.

"The date that he wants"... I know what you are...

Also oh my god, him confirming here he does not actually like scary yet him still going back to it later, that's one hell of a trauma response./hj

Normal: so you're an actor? You like-- oh, that's right!

Hermie: I like to consider myself a truther. That means a different thing now.

Matt: but he also believes- but he also doesn't believe in the

Hermie: but I also don't believe 9/11 wasn't an inside job. But no, yes! I search for the truth in things and I bring them to the stage!

Normal: Well, I guess [sighs] to get my dad back, I've got to act more like a normal person tonight?

Hermie: Oh?

Normal: And uh I- I don't really know how to do that? I just kind of- I just kinda do me, if you were preparing for a role as just a highschool kid, who's dad was proud of them. What would that look like?

Normal: But... I'm going to need some help getting a new outfit together

This is here because in my mind it's him asking Hermie for a makeover and I think that's wonderful

Normal: I think...I got to try this out right? to get him back. I don't want to be doing this anymore, so... here's what I'm thinking. We did a big clothing drive and there's a bunch of clothes, so-

Hermie: Oh, oh, oh Normal, Normal, please. You're not talking to some... audience member. You're talking to...

Anthony: And he rips the front of his suit off and it comes off, because it's a tearaway tuxedo and he has another tuxedo on underneath it. He goes-

Hermie: You are talking to....a thespian ♡

Anthony: he hands you the tearaway tuxedo, and he goes-

Hermie: I always come with a change of clothes. And perhaps, you-

Freddie: A quick change. A quick change!

Hermie: A quick change! And-

Scary: you always come with a tearaway tuxie.

Normal: And two looks, yeah. You got to bring looks with you if you're an actor!

Hermie: Yeah, of course.

Hermie: It would be my honor to be your costumer for this production.

Anthony: What's normal feeling right now? What's Normal look like?

Will: just numbness, just complete emptiness

Anthony: Then you barely even notice, Hermie the unworthy puts his hands on your shoulder and he goes-

Hermie: Well Normal, you poped a zit, you got humiliated, And you didn't have fun at your first dance. Seems pretty Normal to me

Episode 10

Mae: Well, let's go there I guess. Although, you know who else might be fuckin'... near the drama class...

Normal: Oh, Who?

Scary: A certain thespian.

Normal: Ohhh

Scary: A certain worthy thespian.

Normal: Well what's wrong-? I like him! He's cool now!

Scary: Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Normal: I told you guys he's be cool and I was right. I just want to put it out there that I was right.

Episode 11

Normal: We've got a trail. I say we follow the trail, but everyone keep an eye on each other.

Link: We should always do that, we're a team!

Scary: Well, like a suspicious eye now.

Hermie: Should we uh-- should we... should we potentially... all hold hands?

Taylor: [quickly] IVOTEFORHERMIE

Hermie: Well that seems unfair.

Normal: I think we should all hold hands and we walk down this hallway and we follow this trail.

Hermie: So, who would you like to hold hands with...?

Normal: I'll hold hands with you, Hermie!

Hermie: Hermie-- Ohh! Okay

I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

Normal: Hermie, I just want you to know I didn't vote for you because I...! I can't believe it was any of you. I love you guys!!

Episode 15

Will: And then I throw myself into the window

Normal: HANG ON, HERMIE, IM COMING!

Anthony: give me a strength check

Will: [dice roll] oh! That's a 15

Anthony: Wow, okay so yeah, with a 15, what do you.... shoulder first? How do you do this?

Will: just a header.

Anthony: Hermie just sees you shatter through and come in like that and he goes-

Hermie: Oh! Hey, ....Hey ;}

Normal: HEY, GRAB MY HEAD.

Hermie: No problem there, buddy

Anthony: And he grabs onto each of your ears and he goes--

Hermie: Now what?

Anthony: So what hermie sees is your head shatter through the glass, you turn to him... you say, "grab my head" and a moustache appears- like... the most disgusting...

Beth and Freddie: Oh no...

Anthony:...incomplete moustache...

Beth: No!

Freddie: Patchy moustache Normal!

Matt: Patchy!

Anthony: An inverse Hitler appears on your lip.

Freddie: Patchy moustache Normal!!!!

Anthony: And he goes--

Hermie: OH MY.

Anthony: And he grabs your ears.

Will: And I go-

Normal: What? What's wrong?

Will: because I haven't seen it yet

Anthony: And he goes-

Hermie: UH. Nothing, nothing... we'll talk about it later.

Normal: You're acting really gross- like you're acting really grossed out?

Hermie: No, i- I didn't know- I [stutters] I thought there was no ceiling to what I couldn't react to. And in this moment, I'm finding even my ability to act normal- to act chill is being significantly tested,,,

Normal: Okay? Fair enough

Scary, after Hermie got blasted with the ovens fire: Guys, don't worry he can ACT like he's alive

Normal: What the fuck, Scary!

Will: I rush over to hermie and I once again, strip off my tshirt to fan the flames out and I cast 'spare the dying' on him to stabilise him

Anthony: The fire goes out and the smoke clears and you see that, despite the fact he's wearing a joker costume, he's now perfectly burned like Two-Face across the entire left side of his face. He looks up at you, his eyes open and he goes-

Hermie: I knew you liked me.

Beth, Matt and Freddie: aw!!

Will: [chuckles]

Anthony: In the Cameron from Ferris Bueller voice, he goes-

Hermie: Normal Oak, you're my hero <3

Will: Okay! Whew! All right, so Normal is feeling this whirlwind of emotions right now. Just this seething...he's so confused. He's got a moustache, he's freaking out, he's like-

Normal: DO I LIKE HERMIE??? I DONT KNOW WHATS GOING ON!

Episode 17

Will: Normal goes up to hermie, he says-

Normal: Hermie. We will come back for you. I pinky promise.

Will: And I put out my pinky for a pinky promise.

Anthony: So he's going to... flip a coin

Matt: Oh shit

Anthony: He reaches out with his burned hand.

[Several gasp]

Anthony: And pinky promises you. And says--

Hermie: You know what happens if you break this promise? I don't think I have to tell you.

Normal: Yeah, I feel bad, right?

Hermie: Oh you will.

Normal: But that's not going to happen because we're going to come back! You know what? Because you're part of this team, Hermie. You came all the way to this realm to help us and you're a great actor and we believe in you and you're going to do a great job. And then we're going to come back and we're going to get you!

Normal: [quietly] Hermie, I'm like, pretty nervous about talking to my dad. Do you have any like, advice? Like, you seem really wise and like you know what you're doing and you're really confident. And like... I'm really nervous about talking to my dad about this stuff. And like, should should I not talk about it? Should I just pretend every, like- How do I pretend everything is fine? You're good at pretending stuff...

Taylor, holding out his fist for a fist bump: good job bro.

Anthony: And he pounds it and goes-

Hermie: thanks bro. That's why you're my favourite.

Normal: [pained] ah...

Taylor: yep.

Hermie: so far.

Taylor: Yeah, yeah. I get it

Link: Don't worry about it, man. It's pretty whack of him to fucking... He volunteered, now he's complaining? Like that's not cool.

Scary: Yeah, it's also pretty whack of him to say-

Normal: [yelling] Like, y'know-! This is a really brave thing! Hermie we'll come back for you!

Hermie: I can hear all of this!

Link: Oh!

Normal: [still yelling] Hermie, I'LL come back for you!!

Episode 18

Will: Can I just header into the door? Like just slide across and slam into the door?

Anthony: Yeah, you slam into the door at just the right angle that your head bursts through, and hermie goes--

Hermie: We got to stop meeting like this ;}

Normal: Hermie! Thank God! Let's go!

Anthony: You wrench open the door, hermie comes out with you and he goes-

Hermie: You did come back for me... I'll be damned

Hermie: But as it stands, I'm just good old normal Two-Face Joker Hermie.

Normal: Phew! I'm glad it's just you in there, Hermie.

Episode 18s teentalk has some goodness in it for anyone who has access to it !! And for anyone who doesn't, this image won't make sense to you <3

Episode 19

Link: Yeah, I bought some cheap novelty walkie-talkies at the Hot Topic. So Hermie you watch from above and you stay in contact with us, okay?

Hermie: Okay, I'll be your, uh... sort of like an Oracle, in a sense

Link: Yeah

Hermie: ...Yeah, no problem

Normal: Oracle's a character from Batman, Link. That's the reference

Episode 20

Anthony: Link, you feel hands on your shoulders massaging them.

Link: Oh! Oh. Hey, thanks Taylor. Uh, yeah, ooh-

Taylor: I'm over here

Link: what? Hey...

Hermie: No, hey, it's- it's me. You just look a little tense.

Link: Oh... hey Hermie.

Normal: [yelling] oh hey, Hermie!!!

Hermie: hey

Normal: Oh, wow! God. We kind of forgot about you!

Link: hey-

Normal: I'm sorry!

Hermie: Yeah, no, I've been here the whole time

Link: You're shockingly good at this

Hermie: Oh, I know.

Link: ...you can stop now though.

Hermie: I played a masseuse once. I played Zatoichi

Normal: That's right! You were good in that!

Hermie: thank you. I couldn't see....how good I was. It's a little pun from actors to actors

Episode 21

Hermie: I am definitely a follower. Yes, thank you.

Normal: And me, I'm sort of following my own path right now. I'm trying to figure myself out. But I guess I'd sort of like... would you guys consider me a hype man, or like a... sort of a strategy development person? I don't know, but I'm involved!

Hermie: I think you're the heart of the group.

Normal: interesting...

Link: hm.

Hermie: That's what I, Hermie, would say.

Normal: Hey Link

Link: what's up?

Normal: Guess what kind of tree takes notes?

Link: Uh, oh... I've been thinking about this one...

Normal: a note-meg tree!

Link: a what tree?

Scary: A what?

Normal: ...like nutmeg

Scary: Oh.

Normal: we're going to die.

Anthony: hermies like--

Hermie: [yelling] that's so good!!! That's so good, that's what I was going for!!!

Episode 22

Hermie dies a lot in this one!

Anthony: He gets-- fwoomp! And he fucking flies across the room and hits the wall to the other side, and just crumbles and falls down.

Normal: [yelling] Hermie!!

Will: alright, I just hit him with a full 25

Anthony: Oh wow! Okay, so yeah Hermie is back on his feet and goes-

Hermie: Oh, man. Taylor.

Normal: [in a poorly tuned cheer] Hermie, Hermie, he's our man! Just don't let... just get back out here, man!

Anthony: he's in- he's in darkness, he hars that. All he saw was taylor come in, and all of a sudden he feels better, and he's like-

Hermie: Thanks, Taylor!

Normal: [pained yelling] No!!!

Will: Okay, Hermie's in front of me, in front of the tree, in front of the exit?

Anthony: Yeah

Will: in just going to go run to Hermie and, uhh... [laughs] just like Hermie's really the actual football of this scene-

Matt: soccer ball, yeah

Will: Yeah. Once I get to him I will cast 'Cure Wounds' on Hermie to heal him

Anthony: Oh shit, okay

Will: [dice roll] he's got 8 hit points

Normal: Hermie! We gotta stop meetin' like this!

Hermie: Hey! that's what-

Scary: you gotta stop MEAT-ing like this

Normal: ah! Good one, Scary!

Anthony: And he sees that you're connecting with Scary, and you see his heart break a little bit.

Episode 23

Will: And then Normal kind of shakes off Henry and cranks the thermostat up, back to season 2. And turns to Hermie and says-

Normal: Hermie, wha- how are you- what? ...what's going on? Are you? Did you? I don't even know, what did, you're like a- what?

Link: he just has two dads, man. Why are you weird about that?

[Group laughter]

Normal: one of the dads us really weird! He's got like a-

Hermie: A liiiitttle bit homophobic!

Anthony: No, hermie is actually looking at you --Even despite his joker makeup-- more pale than usual. And he goes-

Hermie: But...I'm not... I don't know who any of these people are... Am I adopted? I can't be adopted. I-

Normal: Talk to me, Herm.

Hermie: Oh my god. My parents, the ultimate performance was the one my parents have done my whole life. Telling me that they were my biological parents... Who am I? Who is Hermie?

Normal: So you've never seen that guy, the weird hell guy or the weird fedora guy in your whole life? You don't know who either of them are?

Hermie: No, I've met my grandparents and it's not... it's not these people. So I have no Idea...

Hermie: I was so ready to be all poison ivy sexy and stuff, and then this happened and I don't even know which-

Normal: Well, you can still be poison ivy sexy if you want to! You can be whoever you want!

Anthony: And he touches you on the nose and he goes-

Hermie: I know I can.

Normal: you know what we're gonna do, Hermie? We're gonna put this mystery? This adventure? This is going on the list too. This is going to be a side adventure that we try to solve while we're solving the main adventure, okay? So we're going to figure out what the deal is here.

Hermie: Okay... alright, I mean I'll deal with this mysel- I'm going to go internal now. I'm going to do the Stanislofsky method, I'm going to-

Normal: No! Hermie! You need to embrace this. You don't need to be the joker, or poison ivy or two-face. You don't need to be any of those characters! You can just be you, it's ok!

Hermie: I also got hit with a cone of cold, so I'm kind of Mr. Freeze.

Normal: Okay well, you don't need to be any- just like- you know...?

Link: just be yourself, man.

Normal: you can just be yourself! Who is hermie?

Hermie: who is-?

Anthony: you see what you said hit him like a physical wave. Who is Hermie. And he goes-

Hermie: who is Hermie? Who is Hermie??

Anthony: And he looks down and keeps just muttering it to himself.

Episode 24

Normal: Yeah, Hermie, it seems like we learned a lot about you last week. Uh, how are you feeling about all this?

Hermie: I mean, in order to feel anything I'd have to be focusing on it which I can't because I'm too busy keeping [batman voice] Gotham safe from criminals!

Normal: [gasps] there he is!

Hermie: [deeper] I'm feeling- im feeling cold towards you as well.

Link: Oh! Towards me?

Taylor: is that Mr. Freeze?

Normal: Sh, he's going through a lot right-

Hermie: [deeper] yes, this is my Mr. Freeze voice. Yes.

Normal: he's going through a lot right now, he keeps disassociating. He's not ready to deal with his dad stuff.

Hermie: [deeper] you're disassociating!

Hermie: You know what we could do is two weeks is almost a perfect amount of time to rehearse and mount a little production. We could do a little play? Put Scary's mind off it, get her- get her head into character

Normal: we could do a play! What we could do also is [will laughing] play dungeons and dragons!

Hermie: That's great! But who's going to be the DM?

Normal: huh?

Hermie:...who's going to be the DM?

Dorks

Normal: Oh yeah, gosh, the cheer! Uhm... [slow and bad cheer] One, two, three... we're all great. One, two, three... let's... be great...? I'll work on it.

Link: okay

Normal: Yeah! Bye everyone! I mean- let's all go!

Link: why are you saying bye...?

Hermie: [shouts] you're going with us!

Normal: Yeah, Scary, I hope you don't mind, I actually did like a sort of side adventure with everybody... y'know....

Scary: what?!

Normal: Yeah...

Hermie: It was great!

Link: so, Normal, they don't know what you saw. We just need to give them some sort of impossible puzzle that all them need to figure out, like some sort of equation or something you saw in the doodler, and be like "Hey, help us out with this!"

Normal: Oh, like a riddle!

Link: a riddle! And we slide it under the door!

Normal: Oh! Hermie!

Link: and that will stop them from killing each other because they're all going to need to work together

Hermie: did somebody say...

Anthony: And he turns around... and he's wearing a bowler hat with a question mark on it.

Hermie:...Riddle?

Normal: Yeah, Hermie! You're super smart at coming up with this sort of stuff!

Episode 26 doesn't currently have a transcript so I'll have to go back through </3 so that's all for now! This will be updated whenever there's new stuff!!!

Edit: lmao I lied I'm not gonna update this <3 I totally forgot <3 for multiple months <3

[mod-kyoko]

Hello~ I hope you're doing well. Can you do a prompt with Himiko, Miu, and angie with an S/O that absolutely adores them and loves spoiling them with affection. S/O can be any gender you like

himiko, miu and angie with S/O that showers them in affection

info: gn!reader, established relationship

type: hc format, non-despair AU

a/n: you can tell I don't know how to write for himiko my god

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himiko yumeno

of course you would adore himiko

she's so cute!

all of her little rambles about magic and how eagerly she wants to convince you that she's a real mage was all too much

with every opportunity you'll hug her and lift her up... much to her confusion

"huh...? what are you doing...?"

"giving my girlfriend love, of course! you're like a cute little kitten!"

she blushes but doesn't pull away from you, rather she just slumps in your arms

"nyeh.. I'm not little..."

she does like when you hold her, it lets her rest in your arms and often falls asleep no matter if she's laying down or standing

you didn't care about how lazy or sleepy she was, in fact it was one of the many traits that you found really endearing

himiko doesn't really give the same energy as you though. figures.

when she wants to give you affection back she just ends up leaning on you, she isn't exactly good with her words so this is the best she can do

you didn't mind though and you're quick to swaddle her up, telling her how adorable she looks

miu iruma

even though miu is the most vulgar, most rudest and the most sexual person you've ever met

you still can't help but be so in love with the girl

you enjoyed listening to her rant on and on about her inventions, even if it was something as useless like a 'pants warmer' you had your full attention on her

when you first hugged her for the first time she freaked the hell out

"w-what are you doing?! you can look but not touch!"

assuming she's uncomfortable, you pulled away quickly and apologised

"what the fuck?! did I fuckin' say you can stop? get back here!"

she'd grab you and pull you into her chest, getting quite the mouthful of it

so safe to say you were allowed to give her all the affection she needed

at times you were straight forward with it, throwing your arms around her, kissing her cheek and nuzzling up to her, it made her all blush fiercely

other times, you're a lot more subtle with your affection; such as lightly touching her hand or leaning your head on her shoulder whilst she's working on something

somehow things like that made her blush even more

angie yonaga

okay so maybe angie is a little creepy cult artist who wants blood sacrifices a bit too much...

but hey! she was still a cute little artist! and you loved that about her!

you liked watching her paint and sculpt, seeing those hands work away on making a masterpiece forever inspires you

during this time you try and not be a nuisance, you wouldn't want her to make a mistake thanks to your clingy coddling

that's okay to her! she likes your presence

when she's finished for the day you waste no time in hugging her tight

of course she reciprocates, she surprisingly has a very strong grip around you

"nya-ha-hah! I thank atua for blessing me with a perfect partner such as yourself, Y/N!"

angie likes to move around the place when she isn't praying or painting, so sometimes getting her to cuddle without disturbing her is difficult

apparently you have to ask atua for permission to kiss her on the lips, it's not always likely you get a 'yes'

so kisses on the cheek is how you express your gratitude for her and she seems so happy about it

whenever you two do kiss on the lips, she holds it for a long time until you can't breathe

afterwards you'll press your forehead against hers and nuzzle the tips of your noses which makes her giggle

angie's odd, but a good romantic partner all the same

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I don't really like how I wrote this but oh well

-Mod Kirumi

[george-weasleys-girl]

North Star Series

Chapter 38 : The Proposal

Start here:

Summary: George makes a proposal

Warnings: none that I can think of

~•~

"I'M FINE! EVERYTHING'S FINE! WHY DO YOU KEEP ASKING ME THAT?!"

The last couple of weeks had been rough, with Fred pretending that he was okay and then blowing up anytime Y/N or George asked how he was doing. Or whenever they looked at him. Or breathed in his general direction.

It was all George could do to not start pulling his own hair out. "I don't know what to do anymore. The least little thing sets him off. He wasn't nearly this bad the first time he and Angie split," he'd told Y/N. "Oh, and speaking of Angie, any luck with her?"

Y/N shook her head. "No. Apparently, she's fine, too."

George sighed and flopped back on the bed. He'd postponed asking Y/N the big question. He just didn't feel right proposing while Fred was still reeling over his break-up. It felt like he would be somehow flaunting his happy relationship in his brother's face. It was a thought that weighed heavy on him.

And yet...

It wasn't the only thing weighing on his poor heart. With each passing day, George's resolve to wait crumbled more and more. Soon, he knew it would give way completely.

The point of no return.

"Got any ideas?" He turned to Y/N, who'd lay down next to him, her head propped up in her hand.

"Well..." she began. "It's the holiday season, so that probably isn't helping. Not much we can do about that, unfortunately. But we can do something about him being holed up in the apartment all the time. Maybe you could take him out somewhere for a bit?"

"Out?"

"Yeah, into muggle London. Just the two of you. A guy's day out kinda thing. That should be safe enough, I think."

George looked thoughtful. "It has been a while since he and I did something like that. Just us two. It's worth a shot," he smiled at Y/N. "Now all we have to do is convince him."

Proposing the idea was easy. Persuading Fred was a different matter altogether. But in the end, George won out, and the following Monday, the one day a week that they closed the store, he and Fred went out on their little adventure.

~•~

It was a rare thing for Y/N to have the place to herself. She spent most of the morning working in her lab, the hours flying by unnoticed, until her stomach started nibbling on her other organs for sustenance. Figuring it was best to feed it, she called it quits for the day and enjoyed a quiet lunch of leftover soup while relaxing by the window, watching the first snowflakes of the year fall.

As a child, she all but lived outside when it snowed, making snowmen, sledding, and getting into snowball fights with the neighboring kids. And while she still loved doing all that, as she grew older, she began to appreciate its quiet, calm simplicity. Her grandad had always said it was nature's way of saying, "Stop and rest. Enjoy this moment instead of trying to hurry on to the next one." It wasn't until now, with all the uncertainty and fear engulfing her world, that Y/N truly understood what he meant.

With that thought in mind, she yawned and stretched. Time to take those words to heart, she thought. It's been far too long since I endulged in a nice long bath with a good book.

~•~

Y/N almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of the boys apparating back home. She was no longer in the bath but was instead relaxing on the bed, so engrossed in her book, that she'd briefly forgotten she wasn't wandering down the streets of Kyoto.*

The familiar pop was followed by quite a bit of commotion and the sound of laughter. Sounds like things went well. She smiled and headed toward the living room, only to screech to a halt in the doorway as two tiny furballs zoomed across her feet. "What the -"

"Hello darling!" George sprinted over, giving her a quick kiss before gathering up two wiggly little kittens. "The muggle animal shelter was having something called an 'empty the shelter' event for Christmas. So we got these two rascals." He held up the black one, who, having now waged war on George's hand, was gnawing away on his index finger. "This is Smudge. He picked out Fred." Then he held up the orange and white one who'd quite happily snuggled up in George's other hand. "And this little purrbox is Jellybean. She chose me."

Completely enamored, Y/N reached her hands out to both kittens. Smudge immediately stopped attacking George's fingers and began sniffing Y/N's. Jellybean yawned and did the same. Within seconds, they'd both crawled into her arms.

"I think they like me," Y/N grinned.

"Of course they do," George slid his arm around her waist. "Now, c'mon, we've got a couple more surprises."

Y/N stepped into the living room and stopped, her mouth falling open.

"What do you think?" Fred asked with a gigantic smile.

Words failed her as she beheld the behemoth that was now taking up half the living room. The cat tower was nothing sort of awe-inspiring. Upon seeing it, both kitties leaped from her arms and scampered over to explore the mini forest.

"It's... it's amazing," Y/N marveled and moved closer to investigate it herself.

~•~

George lay awake that night long after Y/N had drifted off. Curled in a little ball above his head slept Jellybean and at their feet lay the second surprise, Madam Mim. She was an elderly cat who'd been at the shelter for almost seven months. She'd been there the longest and looked so sad and defeated that he and Fred just couldn't leave her behind. It took a couple of hours, but once she realized she was home, she burst out of her shell, cuddling everyone in turn and even playing with kittens and Nyx a little.

He couldn't help but smile. Things were finally looking up. Now that Fred had Smudge, George could already see his twin coming back to himself. He knew it wasn't an instant cure for his brother's broken heart, but it was a start. And that was enough.

He glanced up at his dresser and then back to Y/N. Now that Fred was on the mend, there was only one thing left for George to do.

~•~

*If you're curious about the book Y/N is reading, its 'Memoirs of a Geisha' by Arthur Golden

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Names, News and Nominations Chapter 2

Summary: After the sports festival, things should be smooth sailing. Except, of course Izuku finds that it’s not true. The news of Sir Nighteye’s death is a hard one, but he’ll pull through as he and his classmates get ready for their internships! Even if they all seem eager to make him blush still!

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 The next day Izuku was back in school. Yamada had gone to get Eri from the hospital, promising to bring her to school so she’d be around heroes at all times. Izuku ended up sitting in the classroom, where he stayed until the other students came in, all chatting about the sports festival.

 “So many people were saying, don’t worry, that I’d be sure to have impressed Midoriya,” Sero groaned as he walked in.

 “My parents were being spoken with by CPS, kero.” Asui croaked out as she walked into the classroom. “They’re really mad, but my aunt and uncle are gonna take custody for a bit.”

 “Wait, if you have an aunt and uncle, why were your parents letting you take care of your siblings?”

 “...I don’t know, kero.”

 “How is living with Thirteen Todoroki?”

 “Strange. They have cats. I love all three.” 

 “My mom has been pestering me about Midoriya non-stop, trying to convince me to invite him over.”

 “Way too much family time….”

 The class seemed a little less high-strung now that they had all returned to school and had a day to take in everything. They smiled at Izuku, blushing a little, but all seemed calmer. Or they were until Ashido and Sero came in, both grinning as soon as they saw Izuku.

 “Sup hot stuff,” Sero winked, giving him a pair of finger guns. “It’s been way too long since I saw you.”

 “Agreed,” Ashido said. “I missed seeing our Starlight.” she winked, and Izuku’s face flushed as he sunk into his seat.

 “Oui,” Aoyama said, waltzing into the room. “Our peu d'amour brights up all our days, no?”

 “I don’t speak baguette,” Ashido announced. Aoyama’s offended glare got everyone cackling.

 “Little love, I think,” Yaoyorozu said. Izuku’s face would start a fire if this all kept happening; he just knew it.

 “I am not that short.”

 “Non, but you are among the shortest boys in the class,” Aoyama said. “Don’t worry. It does little to take away from ton beau visage et ton corps magnifique.”

 “Are you actually French or just faking it?” Ashido asked Aoyama. 

 “Pardon? Comment oses-tu!” Aoyama’s offended statement got way more giggles. 

 “Oh, is it picking on Aoyama day?” Sero asked, grinning at the blonde who huffed, crossing his arms to stick his nose up. The door opened again and in stepped Bakugou. Everyone fell silent, staring at him. He scowled at them all, closing the door to the hallway with a slam. He stomped over to sit down in his chair, ignoring the glares and sneers. Izuku winced, wondering what he could do. Tell them to knock it off? Try to convince them it was okay? 

 He didn’t know what to do. 

 No one seemed to know what to say, at least until Uraraka spoke a bit loudly,

 “So, Midoriya, how is living with Aizawa-sensei? He seems like he has cats. Does he?”

 “Oh! They said they used to, but the cat passed away a few months ago…” Izuku shrugged. “He says they’re looking for another one. Either an old cat to give her some time in a happy home or a kitten.”

 “Aizawa-sensei with a kitten in his scarf,” Kaminari said instalty, pointing at Izuku. “If it happens, we need pictures.”

 “You will not get those pictures,” Aizawa announced when he opened the door. He didn’t say it wouldn’t happen, though, all the kids catching on with a giggle. “Sit down, all of you.”

 “It’s good to see you without bandages, sir!” Iida said with a raised hand. The rest of the class nodded in agreement, though there was a question to be asked.

 “Sir, is Mineta expelled?” Jirou asked, raising a hand. “He’s not here.”

 “Jumping right to expelled?” asked Kaminari.

 “We heard he did in the future. I’m hoping,” Jirou replied.

 “Mineta is currently in the principal’s office with his parents debating on if he should stay,” Aizawa responded dryly. Everyone glanced at Bakugou then, who scowled at the looks. “Bakugou was mentioned in multiple futures as a hero and showed he could change. Compared to Mineta, who was mentioned as being expelled in the first year, plus Asui’s words showing he’s been acting up, he is staying. But that’s not why we’re here today.” he walked to the front of the class. “As you all may know, after the sports festival we host work studies for the various students. With the more recent reveal… some of the various studies are being closely vetted, or you may only be given a single option.”

 “What?!” asked the class.

 “We can’t choose who we go with?!” Kirishima asked in shock. “So unmanly!”

 “Settle down!” Aizawa raised his voice enough to be overheard their voices. “It’s for your safety and because there are concerns with some of the reactions to the futures, even from pros.”

 “I did see a nasty comment from the pro-hero Kite Man,” remarked Sato. “He was saying some unpleasant things about Iz- Midoriya being so prominent.”

 “I saw a few pro-populationist statements,” mused Hagakure. “They were really nasty!”

 “Populationist?”

 “A bunch of guys screaming we need more children in the world and that if you don’t breed, you’re bad people.” Hagakure’s sleeve waved as if she was dismissing it. “They’re weird.”

 “Endeavour has been blowing up my phone,” Todoroki said blankly. “And I assume he tried to reach out to UA.”

 “He did,” Aizawa said. “He’s been removed from the pool, as has Hawks and frankly most of the top ten due to our concerns. The only one cleared for nominations is Best Jeanist.” he pressed some buttons on a remote on the podium and turned so they could see the screen along with the list of people with nominations. “All of these have the heroes we vetoed removed.” 

 At the top of the list was Todoroki with a thousand nominations, then Shinsou with 500, followed by Yaoyorozu, who had 400 and Uraraka with 200.

 “What?!??” Ashido shouted. “What about Midoriya?!?”

 “He’s not on the list due to the extreme number and because of the fact he already accepted a placement,” Aizawa said dryly. The class looked at Izuku, Bakugou turning to give him a glare that was replaced by some complicated-looking emotion.

 “Who are you going with, babe?” Kaminari asked. Izuku choked, covering his face at the pet name. Aizawa sighed loudly.

 “Please, no flirting during class time.”

 “Fine. Who are you going with, Midoriya?” Kaminari asked.

 “Umm… Principal Nezu set me up with a friend of his. They’re called Info Dropper in Japan but work internationally as Goblin with the Fae Court.” Izuku explained. 

 “The Fae Court?” Yaoyorozu looked very impressed.

 “I think I’ve heard of them, kero.” Asui croaked. “They’re mostly information heroes, right?”

 “Yes, though, they’re also known to be heavy hitters. I think one of their members, Troll, is known to be the most invulnerable hero alive.” Izuku said. “Goblin is doing some investigation in Otheon and offered to take me so I’d be out of Japan and the media’s reach for a while,” Izuku reported. Iida perked up.

 “My brother is going as well and offered to have me intern with him then!” He announced.

 “What?!?!” The room screamed. 

 “So not fair! You get to hang out with Starlight!”

 “Sensei, please, that’s not fair to us.”

 “You smug shit Iida!”

 “Iida as your friend, I’ll send you to SPACE if you don’t take pictures as much as possible.”

 “I wonder who else is going and if they nominated me.”

 “ENOUGH!” Aizawa’s eyes flickered red, causing the class to go silent. “I am not changing or forbidding Iida from going. I do not know who else is going. So kindly stop and focus on the next part of our lesson, hero names.” That got the class focusing on him again. “Some names were revealed already in the future, some weren’t, and one at least will not be used.” His eyes darted to Iida, who shifted in his seat.

 Right, Izuku realized. Ingenium wasn’t injured. His name wouldn’t pass to his brother.

 “You have to be careful with these names. Choose the wrong one-“

 “And there’ll be hell to pay!” Midnight said as she slammed open the door while carrying a box. “We have some adorable names from the future that work, but if you choose the wrong one, you’ll be embarrassed for eternity!” 

 “Like Daft,” Jirou muttered, sparking snickers at the memory of the number fifty hero who’d joke named himself only to be stuck with it. 

 “Exactly. So pull on your thinking caps, kids!” Midnight shoved Aizawa out of the way to drop the box onto the podium before pulling out a few whiteboards from it. The boards were passed around, and the class started. Those who had heard their future names wrote them down, Izuku thankful he had seen the future. Others stared at the board. 

 “Man, this is hard,” Kaminari sighed. “I can’t think of anything good. Hey Midoriya, have any ideas?”

 “Ah!” Izuku blinked and then bit his lip. “Umm… maybe something to do with a lightning bolt? You have the hair, and it’s basically your symbol….”

 “…” Jirou paused and then looked at Kaminari. “Kaminari, can I tease you about your yey mode?”

 “Huh? Oh… well, don’t poke too much fun, and I’m fine.” Kaminari frowned a little. “What’s with the change?”

 “Realized I was acting like my old bullies when I saw the future.” Jirou shrugged. “I never meant then, but….”

 “Yeah, I get it.” Kaminari nodded. “Go forth.”

 “Jamming-whey, given your idiot mode!” Jirou said instantly. Kaminari snorted, unable to help it as others giggled.

 “Man, nice… actually… Jammingbolt? No… oh! Chargebolt! That’s a good one. Thank Jirou, Midoriya.” Kaminari winked at Izuku. The green-haired boy went red with a groan.

 “The strawberry strikes again,” Sato said. 

 “You’re all mean,” Izuku muttered.

 “It’s cute,” Kirishima said. Bakugou grunted. The class quieted.

 “Wow, he’s not screaming,” Uraraka said softly.

 “Fuck off, extras,” Bakugou snapped. He glared at his board. “I can’t think of anything. Teach, can I not pick a name for a bit?”

 “That's fine,” Midnight said after some thought. “As long as you make it clear to reporters, you’re still thinking.”

 “Got it,” Bakugou grunted. After that, he was silent for the rest of the class—the other students, though, all continued talking. 

 “I Cannot Stop Twinkling?” Uraraka said, staring at Aoyama. The boy huffed, sticking his nose up.

 “It is magnificent!”

 “It’s too long, and it’ll get shortened to Twink or Twinkle.” Uraraka said. The blonde froze.

 “Ah. Perhaps… hmm…”

 “I mean, he is a twink, so…” Kaminari joked. Aoyama scoffed at that, muttering something under his breath Izuku couldn’t hear. But Midnight did from the cackle she gave. Aizawa growled.

 “Extra training.” 

 “With me!” Midnight said instantly.

 “No, not with you.”

 “Yes, with me!” Midnight grinned. “Oooh, I did hand in an internship for him~.”

 “Why the actual… ugh. I can’t swear around students.”

 “He’s awesome. Aoyama, extra training with me, and you’re interning with me!” Midnight’s grin was copied on Aoyama’s as Izuku slunk down in his desk.

 He was going to be in hell; he just knew it.

… at least he’d get eye candy though he would never, never say that out loud.

… people were staring. Wait, he was mumbling… oh god…

 “I believe I will take that offer, Midnight-Sensei. Perhaps I shall come up with a name to suit no?” Aoyama grinned, turning back to his board.

 “… I wonder who I can go with to learn to flirt,” Ashido mused.

 “You’re going to kill me,” Izuku said, unable to help his words.

 “Sure, but I bet you’ll love it, Star-“

 “NO FLIRTING IN CLASS,” Aizawa shouted, absolutely done. Midnight grinned.

 “Dadzawa.”

 It took a second, but then more shouting echoed around the classroom as they went mad.

-0-

It took ten minutes for everyone to calm down, and by then, Present Mic had shown up with Eri, who looked stunned as she took in all of the class. She happily let Aizawa take her though while the class traded confused looks. All felt protective of her somehow. And sure, she was a cute kid, but it felt different. Like they had known her for a long time.

 “Hi,” Eri waved at the group before ducking her head into Aizawa’s neck. They all cooed.

 “I trust you can keep the screaming down?” Aizawa asked them.

 “Yes Dadzawa,” Kaminari said. Izuku stared at him, only able to think the blonde had a death wish.

 “… extra training.”

 “With me!” Present Mic waved. Aizawa looked down, turning to Izuku.

 “Out of all the guys you could get with, you chose three loud blondes.” He said dryly. Izuku flushed.

 “… they’re all really cute?” He tried his own form of flirting. “And Ojiro isn’t loud!” 

 “You think I’m cute?” Kaminari was a bit red as he grinned, waggling his eyebrows. Izuku’s face turned purple before he dropped his face into his arms.

 “No flirting in class!” Aizawa snapped. Eri giggled.

 “But Dekiru and Denki flirt all the time! Like last week when… oh wait, that hasn’t happened yet…” Eri hummed. Aizawa froze as the class double-taked.

 “… what?” Kaminari asked.

 “Eri, what do you mean by hasn’t happened yet?” Aizawa asked.

 “It hasn’t happened yet! I just… I dunno. Like how Tomoe hasn’t been born yet, I know. Or like how Dekiru got his heart broken once, but that hasn’t happened yet, either. I just know it hasn’t.” Eri hummed. “It got louder after the festival. I can remember more.”

 The silence in the room made people very uneasy. At least before Midnight coughed. “Alright, that sounds like something you will all end up signing an NDA for, so let’s move on to hero names.”

 “SERIOUSLY?!!” The class shouted.

 “I’m dead serious,” Midnight pointed at the class. “As heroes, sometimes you’ll stumble across information that you should have NEVER seen. This information is put under NDA, and then you have to pretend to have never seen it.” Midnight explained. “Particularly when it comes to Quirks at times. So, hero names. Who wants to go first? We already know Creati, Dekiru, Anima, Earphone Jack, Tailman and Red Riot. So, whose first?” The class all traded looks, not sure what to do before Asui raised her hand

 “I will, kero.” she croaked out. She walked up and showed her board. “The Rainy Season Hero: Froppy!”

 “Oh, that’s adorable!” Midnight cooed. “Perfect for marketability to kids!” Asui smiled at that, going back to her seat. The following person to go up was Aoyama, the blonde boy’s grin mimicked by Midnight.

 “The Shimmering Hero: Passion Prince!” Aoyama winked at Izuku, who thunked his head to the desk again. 

 “Extra training.” Aizawa voiced.

 “With me!” Midnight sang as Present Mic looked torn between laughing and worrying. “I love it, kid! Very regal!” 

 “Of course, madam!” Aoyama gave a flourishing bow before waltzing back to his desk. The following few names went well. Uravity was cheered, as was Tentacole. Then Ashido got shot down.

 “Alien Queen has too many connections to villains,” Midnight told her. “They recently remade those movies, remember?”

 “Oh, right.” Ashido frowned. “I really like it, though….”

 “We have a hero called Gang Orca!” Kaminari called out. Ashido perked up and looked at Midnight, who sighed.

 “Lose the Ridley hero part, and sure. How about Acid Hero?” Ashido nodded happily and skipped back to her desk while Hagakure walked up.

 “Invisigirl!” she cheered. Midnight opened her mouth but then paused.

 “I would say yes, but there is an old comic hero called Invisible Woman. There’s some connection.”

 “Oh…” Hagakure sighed. “... what about… umm….”

 “How about Glassica?” Izuku said out loud, the first thing in his head.

 “Huh?” Hagakure asked him, her body tilting towards him.

 “Like… glass?” he said. Hagakure tapped the podium

 “.... Glassica the Stealth Hero! I love it!” she cheered. “Thanks, handsome!”

 “No flirting in class!” Aizawa said again. Eri giggled, covering her mouth.

 “Dadzawa is being protective, so let’s move on, kids!” Midnight said, drawing more laughter. Izuku just groaned to himself in embarrassment. God, this was just going to keep getting worse. Sato walked up with his board to declare his name proudly.

 “Sugarman!” Sato announced. Midnight hummed.

 “I don’t mind it, but it does feel plain.”

 “I don’t mind it either. I’m kind of a plain person. Just looking forward to a future helping my kids bake, you know?” He grinned, and Izuku decided right then he didn’t care about his image. He ducked under his desk as the room exploded, face very warm.

 “HEY! That’s MY KID.”

 “Yeah! Don’t think you’re gonna win!”

 “KNOCK IT OFF!” Aizawa yelled, Eri looking stressed. The class winced, seeing her terrified eyes. Izuku stayed under the desk as Bakugou seethed in front of him. “Let’s get through the rest of the names before lunch. Iida, you’re up.” 

 Izuku poked his head above the desk to watch, ready to duck back down as Iida walked up to the front.

 “The Engine Hero: Ignition!” he beamed at the class. Izuku grinned, clapping for his friend.

 “Stunning!” Midnight declared. Sero went next, and Izuku got ready to hide. He was right too.

 “The Izuku Lover Hero Bond-” Sero began, only for Aizawa’s capture scarf to zip out, wrapping around his face.

 “There is a child here.” Aizawa hissed. “And no flirting in CLASS.”

 “Hanta is so bad,” Eri giggled. Her eyes glinted, making all of the students shift a little. “Tell us for real!”

 Izuku hid under the desk as Sero announced his name as Cellophane. Tokoyami went next, his name being introduced as Tsukuyomi. Both names fit them well, along with their theme.

 The final person to go up was Todoroki, who put his board down to show his name.

 “Can’t think of anything, kid?” Midnight asked in sympathy. Izuku got out from under his desk to look at his friend. Todoroki shrugged.

 “All the names I thought of were to spite my old man,” he admitted. “Don’t know what else there is.”

 “You can still spite him.” Midnight said. “Spite never hurt anyone as long it’s not your only emotion or goal.” Todoroki frowned, looking at his board.

 “... Frost. I want to be Frost… thaw.” Todoroki said, obviously tacking on the last part. “Frostthaw.”

 “That sounds perfect.” Midnight said as the class clapped in agreement, smiles on all their faces. The red and white-haired boy returned to his seat as Aizawa grabbed some papers out of the box, Present Mic helping his husband. The documents were passed out to all of the students except for Izuku.

 “Those who were not nominated have been given a sheet of twenty agencies willing to take on students,” Aizawa announced. “Those nominated will have a note beside the nomination as to why it was given. We asked they do that this year to cut down on exploitation.”

 “Does that happen often?” Izuku asked.

 “Sadly, yes,” Aizawa said simply. “We decided to nip it in the bud, though, with everything going on.” 

 The students began to look at their nominations. Bakugou growled at his list and slammed it on the desk. “Jeanist fucking nominated me to fix my image?! That’s BULLSHIT.”

 “He tends to pick problematic hero students, given his family history,” Aizawa said blandly. Bakugou flinched.

 “I’m not a villain.”

 “Not saying you are kid,” Aizawa said simply. “Any other questions, anyone?”

 No one else did, so the class moved on to looking through their packages. No other classes would be occurring other than heroics, given how preoccupied the students would be with the nominations. When lunch rolled around, everyone was jittery and excited about their internships.

 “I think I’ll go with Gunhead,” Uraraka said.

 “Not any rescue heroes?” Izuku asked. Iida also looked at her in confusion.

 “After the USJ and my fight with Todoroki, I realized I needed more training!” Uraraka chirped. “So Gunhead it is. Even if it means I can’t go to Otheon!” she pouted, and Izuku groaned, cheeks warming again.

 “I will pass out, I swear,” he groaned. He was about to walk out when Aizawa stopped him.

 “Midoriya, Info Dropper will be here after school to meet you. Right after heroics, head there, alright? They can’t stay long.”

 “Understood, sensei!” Izuku said before he walked with his friends.

 “You not calling him Dadzawa yet?”

 “Uraraka!”

-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-

-I started out mocking Aoyama’s hero and  have no idea where the FUCK the Aoyama is going to be Midnight’s apprentice came from but I’m dying of laughter so we’re keeping it.

-Detention isn’t really a thing in Japan, but I figured that extra lessons are common for them to be given in UA. (Don’t worry they were totally joking)

-I have a plan for Eri, and don’t worry it’ll be revealed soon but like guess away. I want to giggle.

-ALIEN QUEEN IS AN AWESOME NAME.

-I literally was in class, thinking on hero names and went: Oh Glassica. I like it.

-Originally Bakugou’s workstudy would have been planned for him but then I decided it made more sense for him to still go to Jeanist. *shrug*

-Also these kids are little shits and Midnight loves it.

[divinefireangel]

Make out Sessions with SF9 - Hard Ver.

As per multiple requests 👀. Hope y'all like it!

Warnings: Suggestive. Smut. Female anatomy. Sloppy kissing. Just go with it 😂. Choking. Youngbin's is highly inspired by Hannah 🤭. Extremely inaccurate description of wine? Cause I've never consumed any lmao. Sensual touching? Humping? Size kink for Ju? Strength kink for Seokwoo? Tbh idk what I'm doing lol

Everything under the cut!

Youngbin

You're both in the balcony, sipping on wine after a long tiring day, awaiting the weekend

Maybe it's the wine or the fact that you both are absolutely free for a whole day tomorrow, but something is just pulling you closer to him

And just like that, you straddle his thick thighs in the chair he's seated on 👀

Gulping you bite your lip, before leaning in to taste his

Of course due to the wine, his lips and tongue and saliva all taste like alcohol and his own flavour

He will pull you closer till your legs are bent at your knees and are resting against his sides comfortably and your heat is touching his crotch

He's also gonna be really loud, moaning into each kiss, breaking only to kiss your neck or jaw with closed eyes

His hands are sensually touching your back and breasts, just feeling you up and making your whine for more

Easily carries you to the bedroom for a night full of expected unexpected events

Inseong

Baby boy is so shocked when you kiss him with a lot of fervour

Takes a few seconds to realize what's happening lmao

But when he does, he will flush his chest against yours

Hands start to wander along the length of your back

And everytime he reaches the end of your back, he goes lower till he's able to cup your butt

Now you're shocked 😝

All this, while still kissing you senseless

His lips moulding with yours

Moans coming out from the both of you

Teeth pulling at your lips

Teeth clinking together

His tongue asking for permission to enter your mouth

When you give him the green light, gosh he will be ready to fuck you on the floor 🤭

Jaeyoon

Oh this one definitely tries to convert every innocent little kiss to a make out whenever you both are alone

And he knows you will give into his charm because he's cocky and we love to see it

It's instances when he's sitting on a chair in the kitchen while you cook or study and every time you get something right he gives you a congratulatory kiss

But after that last bit of preparation, when he does kiss you, his hands are on your waist, fingers pressing into your skin lightly as his lips move against yours

Pulls away when you're breathless and smirks that sexy smirk FUCK ME

Now of course, his hands move to cup your butt and pull you closer

Well he makes you sit on his lap while he's still in the chair

Holds your face in one palm before looking into your eyes and just dives in to your mouth

It as so messy but it's also so hot like????? How even does he do that lol

His tongue is more in your mouth than his, purposely drawing out moans and small surprised squeals from you and your sounds are sending electricity to his cock

Which then leads to your both dry humping each other till he just feels like he's had enough of this teasing and dramatically pushes your things off the table to fuck you on it 😉🤭

Dawon

Oh this fucker knows what he's doing but he'll act all cute so you can't even blame him 😣

And it's always things that shouldn't even affect you like feeling his hot breaths against your neck while his chest heaves on your back or his hands that slowly pull your pants a little lower IT'S NOT EVEN NOTICEABLE

But fuck he knows what he wants and he also knows he's convincing you

He's so happy when you huff in annoyance and just push him onto the bed after dragging him to the room

His smile disappears when you straddle his lap and pull him closer by his shirt

And he starts to lose his shit when you bite your lip and trace his facial features, looking at him with your bedroom eyes, lowering yourself till you feel his half hard cock

When you start to rub your clothed core against his, fuck he's even more desperate

Hands go to your hips to guide your movement

But before he can kiss you, you tilt your head back moaning so loud, making him whine to feel your lips

You give in easily lmao 💀

Grinding down harder and kissing him even harder only breaking to remove your clothes 🤤

Zuho

He's been cooped up in the studio for too long so it is fair if you go and make sure he isn't as stressed 😉

And so you do

You walk in to his studio wearing the cutest skirt you own

But he's so engrossed in work he doesn't notice :(

That's okay cause you remove your shoes and pull his chair out, abruptly sitting on his lap, your back to his chest

That's when he notices the skirt, and his fingers trace the hem slowly raising it up 👀

Groans looking at your cute panties and turns your face to his to give you a sweet kiss

Makes you stand to lean on the table facing him

So when he stands he can tower you and make you feel small

His fingers comb through your scalp till he can pull your head back suddenly and slowly kisses up from your neck to your lips as you breathe hard through your mouth

His lips meet yours with a lot of force, whimpers and moans flying out from you when he starts to move you up on the table

"Naughty kitten" and imagine that with his deep ass voice WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF 😭

Rowoon

It all starts with a boring movie, you in his lap, breathing into each other's mouth while kissing

Your hands pulling at his hair

His hands roaming your body, squeezing you ass or choking you or cupping your boobs over your his shirt

And you're just grinding your core against his, dizzying the both of you

Desperately attempting to feel some sort of relief

He will surely laugh cutely at your struggle

Then of course he uses his strength to pin you down and kiss you again

But this time he moves his kisses down from your lips to your core 😉

Being the playfully unfair lover he is, he moves back up to capture your lips

His fingers have other plans tho 👀

He feels you get wetter as he traces your folds over your shorts

While swallowing your moans and cries for more

Or if he's feeling generous he will kiss your neck, listening to your cute begs for more while fingering you

Yoo Taeyang

Okay he knows that you are loving his biceps so he will purposely flex them especially after his home workout

And I mean this sweaty well defined biceps like those in his cycling pics

Smirking he just tells you that he's gonna shower before you both can spend time knowing full well that you will not stay put in your place

When you enter the bathroom, the scene in front of you is heavenly

Water cascading down from his wet hair through his abs and down his legs 👀

"Took you long enough"

Chuckling in disbelief you shake your head while undressing cause you'd be a fool to miss out

Climbing into the shower you push him onto the wall, pressing your chest to his and scratching his back while getting on your toes

Cupping your face he kisses you, pulling you both under the water coming from the shower

Your kiss is a mix of his and your salivas and the shower water, it's messy and desperate but you can't care when you feel his dick come to life against your stomach

Without further teasing he picks you up and fucks you in the shower as you clutch onto him harder every time his cock brushes your g-spot

Hwiyoung

Poor thing all he wanted was a relaxing bath till you entered

Stripping yourself, you enter the tub, sitting on his lap facing him and his shocked expression

He becomes a little less shocked when he, well his dick feels how wet you are lmao

Bringing one dripping hand out of the warm water he freely moves it from your cheek, down to your thigh but making sure to wet your neck and tweak your nipple in the process

Clenching your thighs hesitantly at the cold air you felt wherever he touched you, you moan with your eyes closed

Gulping he moves both his hands to your neck to pull you flush against him as he connects your lips together

His hands feel up your back

His kisses needy, muffling both of your moans while you wait for his cock to charge up 🤭

Chani

He didn't have the intention of making you weak in the knees

But fuck how can you not go weak when your boyfriend is so hot

Legit all he did was pulling his shirt off with one hand, skillfully

And that made you pull him into bed with you

Your legs trapping his left leg, grinding your needy core against his thigh

Chest pressed flush on his

Hands slightly scraping the skin on his back

Lips attached to his moist ones

His hands slowly hiking up your shirt to touch your soft skin

Tbh he can't take this for too long

So he flips you onto your back and climbs between your legs, a teasing smirk plastered on his face

And his even more teasing fingers tracing your skin up from your knee, over your thighs, stomach, chest till it reaches your throat, tilting your head up so he can pepper small lovebites on you

Places a bruising kiss on your lips till your eyes are rolling back from the foreplay itself

SF9 Masterlist

[littlest-dark-age]

Damiano david headcannons

Tagging @daddydamiano @noshame-bb @mywritingonlyfans

Translations 1, my soul 2, angel 3, my love 4, my life 5, little star 6, puppy 7, bunny 8, sweetness. Please let me know if any translation is incorrect.

Damiano would always be pressing kisses into your soft skin, wherever he could reach at the moment. The two of you are cooking and you have a huge sleep shirt on that reveals your shoulders? Kiss. You're fiddling with his hands out in public due to nerves? He's kissing every finger while looking you in the eye with a grin. You'd think he's convinced its a carnal sin to not kiss you every five minutes

He would beg you to do his makeup, constantly. He loves the intimacy of it, you usually sit on his lap for it and the way you gently cup his strong jaw turns him into an absolute puddle. You lose count of how many times you have to make him look back at you because he just wants to close his eyes and sink into the warmth you radiate. But you can't be mad at him, not when he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes, shining with love.

Damia would absolutely give you one of his rings, and if it doesn't fit your fingers, no worries. He'll just give you one of his chains to put it on. He loves to kiss it when you wear it, whether it be on the chain or your hand. It always makes his heart skip a beat, a claim to the world that he was the lucky one to capture your affections

Please play with his hair, please. He will turn into a puppy the minute your nails graze his scalp. It doesn't matter the length, he loves it. His eyes slowly shut as you scratch at the shaved sides but he'll deny that he's about to fall asleep. 

Spa nights. Just, spa nights. He will let you put the cute animal headbands on him to keep his hair out of his mask, even letting you put it on him. Dami would love to watch movies like Legally Blonde and Clueless while you paint his nails and the glittery mask on his face dries. Never wearing a shirt, saying he wants skin to skin with you as he raises your shirt up to your chest so the two of you are pressed together. He'd sit on the floor, letting you work the hair mask through his hair as the first movie goes off and he starts to hunt for another, one of his hands stroking your bare leg.

Sleepy make out sessions are his favorite, after he's had his tea and the two of you are dead tired but can't stop. Even going as far to tell you that the two of you really should go to bed, as he's sweetly kissing you. There's no rush to it, no need to hide away your love as it's just the two of you. Locked away from the rest of the world, where damiano david is just yours. Where his nose keeps bumping yours just so he can hear you laugh and have you rub your own against his, like a bunny. His hands snaking up the back of your shirt to stroke down the length of your spine with the tips of his fingers. Barely enough for you to be able to feel it. 

If you were okay with it, he would absolutely want to tattoo you. He would never pressure you to if you really didn't but he would try to convince you if you were on the fence about it. If you let him pick, good luck. It would either be something like 'i am yours', which he would get a matching one. Probably around his heart. Or it would be something for måneskin. To have something he worked so hard on, permanently on someone he loves so so much would have him ecstatic. 

The pet names. They're never ending and ever changing. He says he can't help it and that he just says what comes to mind when he sees you. Whether that's anima mia 1, angelo 2, amore mio 3, vita mia 4, stellina 5, cucciolo 6, leprotta 7, or dolcezza 8. You never know which one to expect but they all bring a smile to your face, nevertheless. 

Damiano would always ask your opinion on his stage outfits, not really for reassurance but more so to involve you in every possible thing he can. He loves your input and always takes it into consideration. And you help him remember some things, like something might make him too hot or might restrict his movements on stage. The practical things he doesn't always think about, more focused on the look and aesthetic of it. 

Pictures, pictures and more pictures. He loves taking pictures of you doing the smallest of tasks, especially for when he has to be away from you. If you hid your face, he would still adore the photo but pout a bit because he couldn't see you. Even if photos could never compare to the real thing, in his words. He just wants you to be able to love yourself the way he loves you. He doesn't care about some imperfections, they're what make up you and everybody has them. So, it's probably easier to just let him have his pictures. 

His lockscreen is a picture of you and him with the cats piled up between the two of you. You didn't even know he took it until you went to check something on his phone for him. Dami says you look so peaceful in it, pressing a kiss to the cat's head with your eyes closed, and that it always helps him calm down when he looks at it. That it reminds him of home when he's not there to hold you on the nights on the road. Although, his wallpaper is an entirely different story. A bit more...spicy, if you will. It's a picture of you laying in bed wearing black lacy lingerie with a camera in your hand, and Damiano's legs are able to be seen straddling your waist.

He might not always be able to call or facetime during a tour but believe it when he makes those calls worth it. He loves to be able to call you for hours at a time and if time zones allow it, go to sleep with you on call. If not, that's okay. He has your time zone saved in his clock so he can always be sure to send you a goodnight or good morning text, even if it's a bit late or early. Damia needs to have that little slice of normalcy to keep him from going crazy during the tour. He lives and breathes music, don't get me wrong. But you are his soul and his mind, without you, there would be no music. 

If you're out with the band, he will pull you as close as you'll allow. Even onto his lap if it's a more private place or just you and the others. But this also means you'll be poked and tickled the entire night, even if you slap his hands away. He can't keep his hands off of your ribs, no matter how sore his hands get from your smacks. He compares it to when a kitten nibbles on them.

Damiano needs to be convinced to take a break and slow down, often. He gets so swept up in it that he doesn't realize he hasn't had a proper meal in a couple of days or that he's been skimping on sleep to write lyrics and play around with harmonies. Getting him out of the studio is hard, but much needed. He will appreciate it, as well as apologize for neglecting you for the past days. A nice date or just something to get him outside is just what he needed. No matter how casual it is, being able to relax and spend some time with you is one of his favorite things to do.

Some of his favorite dates are the ones where the two of you are able to just do something and have a good time without the pressure of having to dress up and get ready. He still uses the heart shaped mug you made him on one of your dates, still listens to the record you got him when the two of you got all of your favorite albums and swapped. He still has the tickets from the first movie the two of you were able to go and see together, stuck in between the worn pages of some old book of italian poems he's had forever

His love language is a mix of acts of service and gift giving. He loves to give you little trinkets and stuff he finds while on tour, each item reminding him of you in some way or another. Even if it's just a rock he thought you might like, a pair of earrings you've mentioned before or even just something he thought you might could use. And he will give you one of his oversized blazers if the two of you are out and it's cool, even make sure you have enough to eat and offer you bites of his own food if you want. Hell, if you wanted what he ordered versus what you ordered, he would swap it even if your dish isn't his favorite thing.

Dami loves cooking with you, there's something so domestic about it that he can't help but imagine your future together. He always claims that the meals the two of you prepare together are the best thing he's ever eaten, no matter how simple it is. Just don't break the pasta in front of him, you'll send him into cardiac arrest.

He loves it when you trace and kiss his tattoos, they're something he's proud of and knowing how much you like them just makes him happy. Of course, he knows you don't have to adore every tattoo he has as long as he's happy with it, but it still makes him feel nice when you show his ink a bit of love. It always tickles him a bit when you drag your nail on the ones in his chest, sending shivers down his spine when you do. 

He is a cover hog, yet denies it with every bone in his body. He claims you push them onto him most of the time, despite the fact that you struggle to cover up completely whilst he's on the other side of the bed bundled up like a baby with almost the entire cover. Thankfully, he's warm enough that you can just curl up behind him or into his side and get all the heart that you need from him. He still denies that he hogs the covers when the entire comforter is in a pile on his side, almost like he's trying to build himself a nest

Showering together is one of his favorite things, he loves how intimate it can be. Holding you and helping you wash up without any need to be awkward and feeling comfortable in your own skin in front of each other means so much to him. Being able to be open with one another and not hide anything, even if it's insecurities about your body. He understands that the world isnt always the nicest place and that he can't undo how people's words might hurt you but he'll try his best to get you to love your body

Damiano would love to teach you italian if you didn't already and wanted to learn. He's so excited to be able to share something like this with you that he doesn't realize how hard it is to teach someone an entire language. He overestimates himself and how good of a teacher he is, but that doesn't mean he won't try his best. It just takes a little bit of time, for the both of you. He understands the struggles of learning a new language and wouldn't try to push you to learn it so soon. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day. 

[attemptinghaikyuu]

Joking About Dating A Friend But They Take You Seriously

A/n: woohoo, we’re doing another one babbyyy! I’ll never get tired of these sorts of situations honestly <3

G/n reader

Team Captains (most of them~)

Kuroo Tetsurou

He was walking behind you, about to tap your shoulder, witty conversation starter at the tip of his tongue one he totally hadn’t prepared a day beforehand, only to be hit with you saying “Wow, look at you! A fantastic boyfriend i have indeed.”

Reals back, all thoughts flying out of his head

All internal excitement dissipates as panic and dread take its place

You had introduced Kuroo to the guy you were calling your boyfriend, saying you were only friends and yet…

How come he didn’t know? Him and you were close to each other, right? Had he been so deep into your smiles and pretty eyes that he had misread everything? Maybe he had made up the little signs that meant you felt the same

It was probably his feelings making him a lovesick fool

That thought stuck with him the most because that made him pretty delusional if he got everything this mixed up

He has so many questions rattling in his brain, pinning him down, that he doesn’t realize you’ve turned around and are staring at him

It takes your hand waving back and forth in front of him to startle him out of his trance

His panic doubles, voice strained

“Ahh, hey there kitten. What’s new?”

It’s missing his usual excitement and he sounds strangled, you notice right away that he’s also turned away from you

“Tets are you all good? Are you sick, I could get you some medicine if you aren’t feeling well?”

“What no, I’m not- you don’t have to do any of that, I’m better than I could ever be.” He chuckles and he knows he’s not being convincing in the slightest

“Huh, I’ll get the truth out of you in a sec, I’m gonna say bye to my friend and then we can go, okay?”

“Don’t you mean boyfriend.” It comes out before he can stop himself

The bitter tone is so obvious he’s tempted to bolt, maybe start over as a circus clown

He’s positive he could pull that wig off

Your voice is laced with laughter when you ask if he really does need to go see a doctor

“And what boyfriend?” You pause, smile growing. “Are you talking about yourself or what?”

Now he’s flustered and confused. It’s not like you didn’t talk like that with him but you had a boyfriend now didn’t you or was that..?

“WAIT EARLIER YOU-

He takes a deep breath, he could be wrong, he needs to stay calm

“We’re, we’re you just kidding around when you said your friend was, well ya know?”

You laugh again and explain, slightly embarrassed by the mishap, that yes you were kidding around

He feels all of his confidence come back and asks the question that leads to you two finally dating

“If that’s the case and the spot really isn’t taken, how about I become your boyfriend?”

Bokuto Koutaro

He. Is. Crushed.

Everyone around him can feel the tense atmosphere and looking at his face is like a punch to the gut with his heartbroken eyes, he’s staring at you like you’ve died instead of said you loved your girlfriend

All bokuto had wanted was to give you a quick hug before he headed off to practice

Instead he has to deal with the weight of knowing you’re with someone else, that and the realization that he needs to put away his own feelings so he doesn’t ruin your relationship with the person you love

He had known he liked you for quite awhile, it was hard figuring out a time he should confess or whether that would make you uncomfortable

He’s glad he never tried anything since it saved him from the possibility of making things hard for you, seeing as how you would’ve had to let your friend down

Bokuto looks at you closely, there’s a grin on your face as you stare at her and if you’re happy then he can live with this

That’s what he firmly thinks

And so pulling himself up with a smile, he walks over to you with a solidly convincing amount of energy

He talks excitedly and almost exactly like he would normally

What he’s saying doesn’t sit right with you though

His words are depressing and he looks like he’s forcing himself to talk like this

You stop him in the middle of a joke, that wasn’t all that funny with the sad way it was being told, and ask if he’s okay

His smile gets even bigger, and now you can see it’s clearly fake as he gives you some excuse about training being harder on him lately

You decide to wait and give him a little space, you assume he’ll walk off to volleyball practice, and later you’ll be able to talk with him about whatever’s going on

When he keeps talking and it becomes clear he’s not moving, stalling for time, you ask if you can talk alone with him

“Bo, is um, did something happen? You’re upset aren’t you?” You question him cautiously

“Nope! I’m just glad I get to talk with you, it’s not something I’ll be able to do as often since you have to spend time with your girlfriend and all!”

His smile finally slips as what he said hits you both

You’re quick in explaining the mistake now that you know what’s eating away at him

He can’t believe his luck when he hears you say it was just a joke, it’s too good to be true

But he doesn’t care, he’s just happy

Doesn’t even let himself process it all before he’s asking you to please, think about dating him

You’re both glad his smile is back to normal when you say you’d love to

Kita Shinsuke

Keeps it together like the seemingly impassive and parent friend that he is

Hurts so much more then he wants to admit

Doesn’t want to believe what he just heard but if you say that you have a partner, than those are the facts and he can’t change anything

But shit, does he wish he could

He’s standing right next to you, a step away and if he took it you would be pressed against his side

That’s an impossible reality, a fantasy he needs to put to rest now that he knows your feelings for someone else

That step however, is ungraciously closed when you trip backward from what appears to be your partner moving their foot as you had moved forward, resulting in you falling onto Kita

Instantly flustered by it and is feeling so betrayed by his body when he automatically puts an arm around you to keep you upright

He tries to be respectful as he removes himself from your side, it isn’t right for him to be that close to you, he’ll just have to push down the disappointment he feels from the lack of contact

“Kita-kun! I’m really sorry about that, my friend” you give a pointed glare towards the person of your affection. “accidentally knocked me into you.”

He gives a small smile at you, slightly unsure as to why you would address your partner as just your friend

If he’s being truthful, he doesn’t want to think about it anymore and that’s why he allows himself to shrug off the strange event

He acts like he always does in the next couple days, though the aggressive lilt in his voice that appears at any mistake he spots, gives away his frustration

His feelings are boiling over the surface and he realizes he needs to find a way to get over this

The best way to do that, he concludes, is to tell you his feelings so he can take the rejection and move on

A resolution that he puts into motion the next time he’s with you

He does it simply and tries to make it as small and meaningless as possible

��Thanks for listening to this, I know it must be difficult to deal with.”

You’re speechless and Kita wishes this could be easier but he steels himself for what’s about to come next

“I- Kita, I know you’re not and I apologize in advance, but are you a dumbass?” You’re expression is both mortified and happy and he really doesn’t know what’s happening

“I like you. I was messing around with my friend and I promise you, I will never be doing that again.”

Oh, Kita is so relieved and the first thing he does when you become official is pull you in for a hug

And he’s gonna keep pulling you in for hugs :3

Ushijima Wakatoshi

His surprise is on full display and he ends up staring at you so intensely you automatically come up to ask him what was wrong

Isn’t sure how to put into words how he feels at the moment

You are your own person, so he shouldn’t feel any right to being the one to call you his partner

Yet he can’t stop the disappointment from filling every part of him

Ushijima wants to be mature about this though, If you think that girl is good enough for you then he will live with the heartache

So he shakes his head and comes up with a small excuse for his behavior

He seems normal to most in the following week, quite and stoic, more silent around you than he’s probably ever been but nothing really out of place per say

However his annoyance with your girlfriend only grows when he sees that you are not being treated how most would in a romantic relationship

He’s had enough when he hears her tell you about this pretty girl she saw the other day

She’s all casual and smiles when she says it too

Walks over, taps your shoulder, and asks if you can talk in private

It wasn’t right and he was 100% calm when he explained why he thought you weren’t being treated right

And he definitely wasn’t a little jealous and using the way your girlfriend was acting as a way to see if he could prove he could treat you better

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t being completely rational when he was making his points as to why you should maybe, just possibly reconsider the whole dating your girlfriend thing

But the fact that she hadn’t held your hand was very important and he needed you to know that

He needed you to know that you shouldn’t have to listen to the one you cared for like that, speak of another person they found good looking, especially when the most attractive one was you

Ushijima doesn’t know how to take your silence when he finishes, and you seem… embarrassed?

Had he gone too far? Over stepped a boundary in his jealousy?

He was considering an apology for his rash behavior when you spoke up, though it was more appropriate to call it spoke down with the way you had your head lowered and voice quiet

“Toshi, did you mean all that?”

He’s not sure where this is going, he responds honestly regardless

“Yes, I meant it and I’m sorry if I insulted you.” He doesn’t apologize for insulting your girlfriend tho~

“Then you should probably know that I was only playing around when I said I was dating my friend. We’re not together.” You finally look into his eyes. “I’m pretty single and uh, if you really wanna help me in my dating problems you could date me, that’d fix them all.”

The slightest blush appears on his cheeks and when he reply’s with his yes, it’s almost like a happy sigh

He makes sure to show you how much he loves you everyday, he’s also still slightly bitter around your friend <3

Terushima Yuuji

Freaking out

He is having a hardcore internal screaming sesh

Walks away from you so he can pretend he didn’t just hear that

Also wants to make sure you don’t see him panicking

He finds a place where he’s alone, a field outside the gym he had been in, that is till he’d heard you talk to your boyfriend

Who was apparently, very entertaining if the way you had been laughing was any indication

Stands there, blank for a few seconds

Is so set on not crying over something like this because he knows that you’re amazing and shouldn’t be so surprised over you dating some other dude

He should go back inside and act like he always does, or maybe not since you are with your boyfriend

He’s being stupid, acting this overworked

It’s what he tells himself but he can feel a couple tears slip down his cheeks and there’s a sob bubbling up in his chest against his will

This didn’t feel fair

He wants to do something, he just doesn’t know what

Pretending he’s fine would be a good option if he could stop crying

It’s not looking feasible at the moment however

Takes a shaky breath and is coming to the decision he should leave you alone for now when he hears his name

Someone’s calling him, someone who absolutely cannot see him right now

He starts sprinting, but the thing about crying is that it’s pretty exhausting and before he knows it he’s gasping for breath, too slow to move out of your reach

“Terushima! Why would you-

You stare at his tear stained face, concern pulling your features into a deep frown and he desperately wishes he wasn’t the cause of it

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask the question softly, making it all hurt a little more

His eyes are closed when he replies. “Nothing you need to worry your pretty head with.”

“Whatever it is I won’t judge and if you want advice or someone to just listen I’m listening.”

“You, it’s really not..” he breaks. “Are you really with that guy?”

It’s none of his business, why’d he have to ask that?

Understanding lights up your face, and with the new information having connected the dots you move closer to him

“I’m not. He and I were joking, so please don’t cry.” He feels a hand wipe a stray tear from his face

“Would you maybe wanna go out sometime,” you laugh a little. “I hope I didn’t completely misread this, if I did I suppose we’d be matching.. and I wouldn’t mind so much if that was the case.”

He answers by grabbing your hand.

“That answer shouldn’t have been so cute, I’ll forgive you by taking you up on that date though.”

[harrypotter-imaginess]

A/N: I loved doing this one guys, and I hope you love it too. Might do a part 2 not sure yet, as always commissions are still open until 3/10 message if your interested- price list is here

- Okay this is the ship guys this is it-

- This is like Hades and Persephone type of love

- Everyone thinks that Regulus is someone to be feared because of his family, and everyone knows they dabble in the dark arts

- And everyone is so caught up in his family-

- In the estate, and those dark rumors, and their dark magic-

- That no one see’s Regulus is just a boy-

- A lonely boy with no real friends, not really

- It’s worse now that Sirius has been disowned

- He’s got people around him, boys who’s parents are aquatinted with his

- But they don’t really like him

- They just hang around because they want a flicker of his power

- Of that ancient dark magic everyone’s convinced he’s got

- Everyone except you that is

- You’re this beautiful, cheerful, precious thing

- He meets you when you’re lost, looking for the bathroom

- “Sorry to bother, but do you know if it’s down the hall?” You ask, he’s seen you a few times; in class, or around the corridors

- Playing gobstones with your ever growing group of friends

- He would be jealous if he wasn’t so surprised that you’re speaking to him at all, aren’t you a muggle born?

- Shouldn’t you be afraid of him?

- Just like everyone else?

- “It’s in the next hallway, that one is moaning Myrtle’s bathroom” he says quietly

- He watches you nod enthusiastically

- Looks like you’ll be on your way now, probably for the best, he wouldn’t want his parents to know -

- “Would you mind showing me?” You ask

- And it’s awfully pushy, but somehow Regulus can’t turn down that bright smile of yours

- You talk to him so easily, like you’re not afraid of him at all

- And it irritates him a little.

- Honestly, even the professors are a little afraid of him

- Everyone is

- So why aren’t you

- “Do you-“ he stops in the middle of the corridor, and you walk a few steps forward before realizing he’s not beside you anymore

- “Do you know who I am?”

- You must not, that’s the only explanation

- When you find out you’ll go as pale as the moon, and afterward you will regale the tale for your many friends, how you barley escaped the fearsome Regulus Black, right before he was about to curse you with his dark magic.

- But you only offer a quizzical expression and a smile

- “You’re Regulus Black”

- You say it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world

- It only makes him upset, but he doesn’t know why

- In fact since the moment he met you there’s been this burning irritation lingering in the back of his mind, and he just can’t seem to pin point why

- But regardless of the reason, it seems to be boiling over right now, in an empty corridor in the middle of the night

- “Shouldn’t you be afraid? I could curse you right here if I wanted”

- But the smile on your face remains

- “Maybe, but you won’t” you muse

- He laughs

- “Why because you think I’m afraid getting expelled?”

- Honestly his parents would welcome him with a feast if he came home for attacking a muggle born

- It would be a sign he wasn’t going to become like Sirius after all

- Because that’s the worst thing a person could be according to his parents-

- A blood traitor

- But instead of quaking in your shoes you flash him a quizzical smile

- “Nah, I just don’t think you’re that kind of person” you shrug

- The words echo in his mind long after you’ve said them

- And though he’s looked at you before

- He’s only really looking at you now, the easy way your lips curl into a smile, the sparkle in your eye, the glow around you-

- Like you’re made of sunlight

- Like you breathe life into all things wherever you go

- Like an ancient witch he heard of , heralded as the goddess of spring

- Like Persephone

- Ah, so that’s it

- It’s not that he hates you

- It’s that he envies you

- Because seeing how natural it is to see you do good, makes him hope -  it makes him yearn to be like that too

- To be more than an heir to his family’s dark legacy

- “I could be wrong though” you shrug, you can count on one hand how many times you’ve been right about something

- But still, you just don’t buy that the shy kid in front of you is some evil prodigy bent on destroying the world

- “No” Regulus’s voice cracks, and it’s soft, so soft you almost don’t hear it.

- But your turn to him, eyes jumping from one of the many paintings in the corridor to his pale face

- His eyes seem glossy as they look into yours, and it’s not just because of the light from the torches

- “No, I’m not that kind of person” he says with a bit more strength this time, and you grin

- And while you feel that there’s something important about the moment, you don’t realize the monumental significance this chance meeting holds for Regulus

- “Oh, we passed the washroom” he realizes after a moment, he was so caught up in talking to you he hadn’t realized

- “Ah, that’s okay I didn’t have to use the bathroom anyway” you say with a wave of your hand

- Huh?

- Noticing his expression you get a sheepish look on your face

- “Well I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while, but you’re always with people-“

- Yeah he’s sure his “friends” would give off an especially murderous aura if you ever tried to approach them

- “So when I saw an opportunity, I just took it” you admit with a slight laugh

- “I wanted to see what everyone was talking about when they mentioned the ‘Dark Prince’ “ there’s a teasing flint in your eye, and the nickname alone is enough to make him flush red

- “And what’s your assessment?” he manages to ask, a smile stretching across his face

- “Very underwhelming, I came expecting several hexes and a duel, and all I got was a cute boy with pretty eyes”

- This time he really does flush bright red, eyes trained on his shoes

- You laugh, you were mostly teasing

- But he is quite cute isn’t he?

- What’s everyone so scared of anyway? He’s like a shy kitten

- He watches you walk to a particular portrait, whispering a word before it swings open

- “Well see ya around Mr. Dark Prince” you say, sending a teasing wink his way

- Regulus is glowing red, even when he’s tucked in bed, in his common room hours after the meeting. the mere memory of the words you said send his heart racing again

- “They said I’m cute” he’ll recall with a goofy smile spreading across his face

- After that, things are brighter for Regulus

- You pull him into your group of friends, quite literally

- “I-I don’t think this is a good idea” he manages, catching the terrified glances of passerby’s as you tug him forward by his arm 

- What a sight you must be, the literal personification of spring pulling the Dark Prince  himself by the arm through the castle

- The aforementioned Dark Prince having a rosy tinge on his cheeks, which most of the other students misplace for Fury instead of what it actually is:

- Embarrassment with a healthy dash of attraction to aforementioned personification of spring

- “Nonsense, everyone’s dying to meet you Reg”

- When you use his nickname his flush darkens

- No ones ever called him that-

- No one except Sirius and Andromeda

- He likes the way it sounds coming from you

- And you’re right, your friends accept him into their fold immediately

- “You know any curses?” One of your friends asks, it’s in a jovial manner that anyone could tell they’re just teasing but Regulus flinches

- “No, not really” he admits, not any he’s good at anyway

- He did see his parents do something akin to a sacrifice when he was younger with an alter in the full moon, but he really wouldn’t know where to start with that

- “What about gobstones, you know the rules to that?”

- Regulus nods

- “Well lets play then!”

- Before he knows it, it’s like this was always his life

- Laughing with you in class, games of gobstones with your friends and trips to Hogsmeade on the weekend

- Regulus didn’t know that he was yearning for this

- How often had he wished for something like this,

- A place that feels like it’s full of sunshine, where everyone feels accepted, and no one has to feel sad

- This is the happiest Regulus has ever been

- But all dreams must come to an end

- The end of the semester comes around, and he has to go home for Christmas vacation

- You’re standing side by side on the train platform waiting for the train, your trunk lying next to you

- “You’re not taking anything back with you?” You ask

- Regulus shrugs

- “There’s no point, everything I need is at the manse”

- You’ve always been a bit curious about what the Black manor is like

- Probably something grand, large library’s, they probably have one of those record players with the gold horn thing

- And a ballroom

- It probably makes Hogwarts look like a pile of dirt

- But the way Regulus’ face darkens when you ask him about it tells you that- yes they probably do have a ballroom, but there’s other things too, things that are far less pleasant 

- And when he starts talking about his home life, how it’s worse - lonelier- Now that Sirius is at the Potter’s all the time, and there’s no one around to stand between him and his parents

- He notices your heartbroken expression and rushes to comfort you

- “It’s not so bad, Mum’s got her tender moments every so often and-“

- “Regulus” you cut in, and the sound of his whole name leaving your mouth makes him stutter to a stop

- “You’re supposed to feel safe and loved all the time not just sometimes”

- It’s such a basic thing, but when Regulus hears this, he feels like he’s being allowed something

- He feels, for the first time, he’s allowed to be safe and happy

- He’s allowed to be good

- “Why don’t you come home with me for Christmas? It’s probably not as grand as you’re used to-“

- You fidget awkwardly, maybe it’s silly, the prince, Regulus Black, himself sitting on your worn sofa, holding yarn while one of your family member’s knits

- You can picture it though

- You can picture a big smile across his face, indulging the younger children in your extended family in their requests for piggyback rides and for him to participate in their games

- “I want to,” he says, really the fact that you’re offering is enough, more than he could ask for

- “But I can’t”

- And it’s the truth, after Sirius, he can’t make any mistakes, his family won’t stand for it

- He especially doesn’t want to think what would happen to you if they found out he had been spending all of his time with you, a muggle born

- He doesn’t want to think what curses they might inflict you with

- He doesn’t want you to ever be hurt because of him

- “You’ll write to me?” You say it with the fervor of a demand, and it makes a smile curl onto his mouth

- “Everyday” he promises

- And things are exactly as they always were at 12 Grimmauld Place, his mother is distant, only livening up when one of the other ladies shows up for tea

- His father is squirreled away in council meetings

- His cousins are no fun, not really, and Andromeda’s not around anymore since she ran off with Ted

- He likes Ted, though he would never admit it to his family

- Ted is a lot like you, someone with an infinite amount of kindness

- He wonders how they’re doing

- He wonders how Sirius is doing

- He’s probably happy, he always looked happy when he was with his friends

- And so- with a picture of you discreetly kept on his desk, he writes three sets of letters

- The first is for you, to assure you he’s fine, and live vicariously through your spring, through your lovely Christmas moments and imagine himself there too. 

- The second for Andromeda, to ask if she’s doing alright, and to tell her he misses her

- And the last, is for Sirius

- Asking how he is, and hoping he’s well.

- And to say that he understands what Sirius was saying all those years, in their childhood and then into adolescence, Regulus understands now- 

- And he wants to be good too