#and make an outfit from scratch based on whatever we came up with

[backtothedrawingboard]

Movie Night

You and Jax are best friends. You two decided to have a movie night in your room, but neither of you really watch it.

Switch! Aroace Jax x Switch! Aroace Reader

CW: Tickle fic

TW: None

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Everyone thought you and Jax were a couple. The two of you were almost always around each other goofing off. He called you "Princess" for heaven's sake. Neither of you particularly minded that the others assumed because you both mutually knew there was nothing romantic going on between you.

Your favorite pastimes with Jax were casually chatting or debating with him, drawing with him, and wrestling. He did not particularly care for drawing and he got pretty hotheaded during debates at times, but he enjoyed your company immensely. It was frustrating making him leave the others alone at times; but it didn't matter. You two were inseparable.

You were relaxing in your room, doodling absentmindedly in your sketchbook. You were wearing your favorite tshirt and pants. Well, your favorite of the outfits that Caine provided. You stuck your tongue out a little in focus when a knock sounded from the door. You looked up, your tongue still slightly out. "Come in!"

Your best friend opened the door and stepped in with his usual grin. He wordlessly walked in and flopped across the bed, propping his head up with his arms. "What's up, Princess?"

You chuckled and set your sketchbook aside, moving him to settle his head in your lap. You gently rubbed his head and the base of his ears. "Nothing much, weirdo."

"Heyyy. I'm not as weird as you."

"Fair enough." The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Jax enjoyed and appreciated the ear scratches, his ears occasionally twitching or tilting. The rabbit finally picked up your sketchbook and flipped through it.

"Anything new or interesting?" he asked. You yelped and grabbed at it.

"Hey! What did I say about looking at it without permission?!" you protested.

"Something like, 'Only $?!holes look at art without permission and you're acting like one now.' But come on, Bunny, get over it. You always let me look anyway."

"Yeah, but still! Ask first, you f-" You were cut off by a gasp from him. You went red realizing why he gasped. He quickly held up the sketchbook to your face to show you your drawing of anatomy practice.

"Scandalous!" he said in mock offense. You rolled your eyes.

"Oh, get over it. It's just anatomy practice. It's not even showing anything."

"But how dare you draw a muscular man who's completely covered you pervert!" he continued teasing. You scoffed and snatched the sketchbook away from him.

"Don't be dramatic, you bunny bastard." You set the sketchbook on your bedside table and layed back against the pillow. Jax snickered and rolled onto his belly, propping himself against your stomach with his arms.

"So who're we pranking tonight?" he asked mischeviously. You flicked his forehead, earning a protesting "Ow!"

"No one. Leave 'em alone for once in your life."

"Awwww, but where's the fun in that? Besides, Ragatha totally deserves a centipede on her pillow. She was such a prick today."

You raised an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. "She was a prick? All she did was take her key back from you."

"Yeah. She stole it from me." You just sighed. There was no point in arguing over this. He always did it anyway.

"Whatever. What're we doing anyway? I could put on a movie or something," you suggested. Jax's ears perked up.

"Oooh, $?!& yeah. I'll go get the popcorn." He jumped off your bed and ran off out of your room, leaving you to turn your attention to your tv and flick through the movies.

After a few minutes, Jax came trotting back carrying popcorn, a few pillows, and some blankets while wearing a tshirt and pajama pants. You couldn't help but giggle a little. "Why'd you bring more bedding? I already have enough."

Jax narrowed his eyes at you. "There's never enough." You giggled again."

"Fine. Now sit your butt down. We're watching Frozen."

"Seriously? Again?"

"What do you mean 'again?' It's been several months!" you exclaimed indignantly.

The rabbit snickered. "Fine, fine. I like the movie anyway." He handed you the popcorn and got the pillows and blankets settled before flopping down next to you and snuggling under the covers, munching on his popcorn. You followed suit and got settled next to him.

As the movie played, the two of you sang along badly to the songs. Jax knows a suspicious amount of the songs. You two have an absolute blast on the song Love is an Open Door, singing it so loudly that Pomni can probably hear it from next door. When they reach the end of it, Jax- barely holding back laughter- said the last part of the song.

"Can I say something crazy?" You giggled and nodded. "Will you marry me?" He starts laughing softly.

"Can I say something even crazier?" you said through giggles. "Yes!" The two of you laughed. You fell against his side and giggled.

"Score!" Jax shouted jokingly. You started laughing again. He chuckled and regained his composure, grinning at you. "Jeez, calm down, Princess."

You took a deep breath and held it for a second to stop yourself. You then let it out in a sigh. "Ok. Ok. I'm good."

"Good. Now get off." He tried to push you off. You just grinned and went completely limp like a ragdoll against him.

"Naaahh. You're comfy." You closed your eyes for dramatic effect. Jax rolled his eyes.

"You're gonna make me wrestle you off, huh?" he asked. You nodded and squeaked a giggle as he wrapped his arms around your waist to get you off. You twisted around against him and managed to grab his arm, wrestling against him to hug him.

"Noooo! You're warm!" you protested. Jax grinned and kept trying to wrestle you off.

"Well, you're cold! Get off, Frosty!" He wrapped his arms around your waist again and dropped you on your side of the bed. You snickered and pounced on him again, hugging him. Jax squealed and curled up a little. "No! Not that!"

"Not what?" You tilted your head, confused why he protested a hug. Your friend went slightly red and remained curled up.

"Um...Nothing." You tilted your head further and sat up a little.

"You sure about tha-?" You were cut off by a giggle from Jax. You paused and observed him for a second and then smiled. "Oh...No way..."

"Don't."

"Are you-?"

"Stop it."

"-Ticklish?" There was a silence between you two for a moment. He glared up at you with a scowl and blush. You giggled and wiggled your fingers above him. "Oho...Looks like I'm right."

Jax growled a little in warning. "Don't you dare."

"Oh, I dare." You pounced on him and dug your fingers into his sides. He squealed and flailed.

"Y/N! Nohoho!" The rabbit squirmed and gasped, his fur standing on end from the tickling.

"Why not? Is it really that bad?" You spidered up and down his sides, causing him to squirm madly from side to side.

"Sh-shut up! It's nohot funyheheeEEE!" He jumped and kicked when your fingers found his armpits. "NONONOHOHO NOT THERE!"

You couldn't help but snicker. "Oh, not here, huh? Why not? You a little ticklish?" You snickered again from his flustered reaction.

"Y/N! For &!?$'s sake, STOP!" You giggled and let up, flopping back down next to him.

"Oho my gohosh. I'm totally using that against you in the future," you said with a smug smirk. Jax gave you a glare, but the meaning behind it was ruined by the smile and blush.

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

"Well then..." He grabbed you and pinned you down. You squealed in surprise.

"What're you- EEK!" You squealed and laughed as his fingers dug into where your ribs would be.

"Ohhhh. What's this? The Princess is a little ticklish, too?" he teased. You wriggled as his fingers found all the sweet spots in her ribs.

"WAIT wahahAAIT wait not thEHere!" You tried desperately to hug yourself to defend yourself from his fingers, but he just poked and wiggled around your arms against all those bad spots.

"Not here, you say? I think yes here! Tickle tickle!" You blushed deeply and laughed more from his teasing. He certainly noticed. "Oh, man. No way."

"Don't you dare!"

He ignored you. "Does that bother you? Huuuuh?" You just squeaked through your laughter. "Coochicoochicooooo!"

You covered your blushing face in your hands to block your embarrassment. Bad choice. He walked two finger up each of your sides, causing you to giggle madly. "Looky, looky! You're just leaving yourself wide open for me! Almost as if you like it!" You squeaked and shook your head a little too fast. "So you do, huh?"

"Shut up!" You were dying inside. It was torturous! But you couldn't help it...It was also fun.

"Nuh, uh. I'm not stopping until you admit it. You like it." Jax smirked down at you as he said it. The bastard. You shook your head vigorously.

"Noho! Never!"

"Never? Then I guess I'll have to walk these fingers..." He steps his fingers up her sides again. "...up in here." He digs his fingers into your armpits. You toss your head back and laugh loudly.

"Jahahaaax! Please! Nohohoooo!" you laughed.

"Just tell me you think it's fun! That you think tickling is fun!" He was enjoying this way too much. You stubbornly shook your head again. He stopped tickling you and sat back, looking you up and down. "You're tough to crack, huh? Well what about-" He reached for your foot. You kicked his hand away.

"Jax. Don't you ?!$&ing dare."

"Oh. I do $?!&ing dare." He pounced on your foot, running his finger over the bottom of it. You squealed and laughed hysterically, trying to kick your foot away. He just snickered. "Awwww. Your little foot is a little ticklish, huh?" He wiggled a finger under your toes, causing you to squeal and hug yourself as you kicked.

"LEHET GO YOUHUHU $?!HOHOLE!"

"Oof. That's not gonna help you out, Prin-" Your leg dislocated and flew off into his hand with a POP! You panted and stared down in surprise. He looked equally surprised. "Oops. Didn't mean to do that."

"Ehe. It's ok. It happens..." you reassured. You narrowed your eyes at Jax suspiciously. "Why're you eyeing it like that..." Your friend smiled innocently.

"Oh, no reason..." He ran a finger over the arch of the foot that's now in his hand. You squealed and covered your face with your hands.

"Nohohoooo!" you giggled.

"Awwww. That ticklish?" Jax asked with a grin. He wiggled his finger over it slowly.

"Stohohoooop! That feels weird!" You can't even kick his hand away. Your leg is disconnected.

"There's only one way to make it stop, Princess. Admit that you like it," the rabbit teased. You were beet red at this point.

"Nohohooo!" you whined. Jax snickered.

"Guess it's never stopping then." He skittered his fingers all over your foot, causing you to squeal with laughter.

"Ok! Ok ok! Youhu wihihiiin! I'll say ihihit!"

"Go on." Your friend stopped tickling for a second to grin down at you.

"I-I'm..." you started.

"Mhmmmm?"

You covered your face again. "I th-think it's f-fun..." you mumbled.

"What was that?" Jax wiggled a finger over your foot.

"Eep! I said it's fun!" The rabbit dropped your leg with a triumphant grin.

"There we go! Easy! It could've been over with waaayy before!" He flopped back on the bed and smirked. You panted and sat up slowly, picking up your leg.

"Hmf. $&!&er..."

"Yeah, yeah." You both turned your attention to the tv again. The movie was almost finished. "Woah. The movie's almost over."

"Yeah," you answered. "I'm down for another one."

"Deal. We're watching Princess and the Frog next," Jax decided. You giggled.

"Really?"

"What?! It's a great movie!"

"I never said it wasn't..." You grinned at him. He definitely noticed that and eyed you warily.

"What?" he asked warily.

"You got me a lot longer than I got you," you observed. Jax's eyes widened.

"No. Wai-" He squealed when you pounced on him. For most of the night, the two of you wrestled and tickled each other until you finally gave up. You flopped against him with a yawn, and closed your eyes, falling asleep to the sound of Princess and the Frog.

~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you for reading! :)

[astercontrol]

I wonder what was the reasoning behind Flynn's aesthetic choices for program appearances and apparel.

Omg wow, I don't even know. The creation of the Basic programs on Flynn's Grid is another detail I find.... difficult to parse.

And I'm sure I don't know all the canon or possibly-canon lore on it-- there's more Tron source material than I'll ever be able to absorb anyway, especially as someone who doesn't play video games. In constructing my own headcanons I tend to go by just the two movies as "lore which must be accepted or explained," and pick and choose what makes sense to me from everything else.

Which is not a task that's done yet, or even being done consistently.

...For instance, you can tell from my other post that I'm still totally waffling on how much of the Betrayal comic I accept as canon. At least some of it contradicts canon directly (like Dumont's lines about the MCP) so I'm side-eyeing it as a source overall.

But , as with any source material, I will take the bits I find really compelling. It's all fiction, and it's all for fun, so why the hell not.

As for Flynn making all the programs on the new Grid. That is one spot where my suspenders of disbelief stretch near to breaking point. I NEED a clearer understanding of how his creation process works, if I'm gonna even try to imagine details.

There were thousands of programs. Maybe millions. Did he write them on the outside or on the inside-- and how would writing a program even go, on the inside? Was each one coded from scratch? Or are most of them copies or slightly changed copies?

Would it even be possible for one person to create that many different programs, of that complexity, in that amount of time?

I do quite like @CoupleOfDays theory that Flynn didn't actually create them all himself, but crowdsourced them from other programmers all over the world, through some code repository he set up. To me that seems like the most realistic way for so many programs to be generated so fast, with such a level of diversity.

But in any case.... when we try to think about the programs' outfits and aesthetics, like you mentioned -- or really anything about their individual personalities-- we have to face a really, really big question.

Are we going by the same rules by which programs come to life in the Encom system in the original movie?

Or do things work differently on Flynn's Grid?

In the first movie, the life and sentience of programs was a spontaneous thing, never really explained. Maybe some sort of spiritual magic, maybe some idiosyncrasy of Encom's central computer itself -- but the details of how a program manifested weren't something the programmer could choose or even know about.

And it happened to all programs, even the simplest ones. Even little financial calculators like Crom and Ram, who would have absolutely no reason to be deliberately programmed with anything resembling true intelligence.

The programmer writes and compiles a script; absolutely any script. And it goes online in the Encom computer system. And there, inside, it manifests-- just miraculously appears with a human form. And no human chooses or even understands how these programs end up looking the way they do.

Did the programs in Flynn's Grid experience the same thing when they came online there?

If so, then it's likely that Flynn didn't even choose their outfits or anything about their aesthetics. The inherent, natural laws of the system --whatever those were, and whether or not Flynn understood them on any level-- simply dictated, somehow-- based on something about the code of the program being activated-- just exactly how that code was going to be rendered in visual form within the computer world. Flynn had no say in it.

Or did he?

After all, this one was a computer he built. Maybe he had enough understanding of its workings to tweak the protocols for how it generated the appearances of new programs.

If so, that could explain why their faces all looked different even if they were all created by Flynn. In the Encom system, programs had their Users' faces by default. In a Flynn-built system, there might be more versatility.

And if he did have control of the outfits, and got to choose to make them look the way they did--

Eh. I don't even know.

Maybe his thought process resembled what I've seen expressed by some creators of Tron fanart. "Goddammit. My HAND hurts. That was TOO many circuits. I am NEVER drawing an Encom program again."

...

[illdothehotvoice]

Hi Knight Papyrus is such a cool idea and I would love to hear more about it!! Were there any theories/game evidence that led you to coming up with the idea, or was it just entirely an AU/for fun thing?

Oh yes yes!! This got. WAY too long so it's under the read more (I don't go in depth for the sake of time sorry qwq I can make a separate post later going into more detail about in game stuff qwq).

In all honesty the Knight Papyrus concept came to me right before Chapter 2 came out I was daydreaming in class about Papyrus being in the dark world (Cause I really thought he would be in Chapter 2 rip). I did a little sketch of his design and it turned out looking pretty knight-esque so I kept it for the Knight Papyrus concept ha ha. (The idea behind it was it would be his Battle Body if it was like. Actually real and not just a costume Sans made cause I like to think if characters from Undertale were to end up in the dark world their magic and outfits would be similar qwq). Eventually I started playing around with the idea of whatever is happening with Jevil and Spamton happening to Papyrus which eventually just evolved into him being the Knight for funsies [Note that the Jevil and Spamton concept isn't accurate to my current thoughts about it lol in fact he probably doesn't even really know who those two are since Spamton doesn't seem to know who the Knight is.]

HOWEVER. I am actually a really big Knight Papyrus enjoyer/truther nowadays based on like. Actual in game stuff dshjgkfdh (I won't be upset if he isn't though I just think there's a lot of interesting evidence that ties him to being the Knight but we are literally on chapter 2 of 7 we are barely scratching the surface of this story and I think it might be a little silly to expect that we'd be able to guess something like that this early on ^^)

I don't want to go too into it here cause this is something that I would literally make an entire slideshow about to get my point across lmfao, but Papyrus is a character who is definitely shrouded in mystery in Deltarune. Supposedly just seeing him would be too much of a spoiler and Toby Fox seems to be bringing a LOT of attention to his absence. Papyrus incidentally is the only character in Undertale who doesn't really get a resolution I guess?? Since I tend to subscribe to the idea that the Sans and Papyrus we see in Deltarune are the same guys (Again based on in game evidence I don't want to get into here just cause this is already long enough lol sorry). I think it would neat to explore those loose ends a bit more. I just think there's a lot to be explored with him and he's always been my favorite character because of it qwq.

Just stuff like Papyrus' room is like the one place in a post pacifist run where Reunited doesn't play for example???? One of the more obvious instances of him just straight up lying about things is the call where he acts like he doesn't know what a Lab is when Sans is around and literally in the next room he states taht Sans would love a lab since he's into that kind of stuff??? I know I reference it a lot it's just the one that comes to mind i need to freshen up on my Papyrus phone calls dshgjkndfh. Dude why are you so weird why do you lie about random things all the time dshgjnkfdh.

Anyways all that to say it started out as a silly idea and then I realized there was actually some substance to it lmfao sorry this got so long I tend to ramble a LOT about unrelated things when it comes to these games

[v-iv-morrigan]

Niche Games we Should all Mourn

I've been really nostalgic lately and thinking about 'the good ole days' as it relates to gaming in the early to mid 2010's. I miss the social aspects of it and some of the really unique games that came out of that era, games that for whatever reason capture something unique that hasn't been recreated.

Planetside 2

Planetside 2 is an FPS that features several open world continents that are 64^2 KM in size and support up to 2,000 players at a time. Yes you heard that right, 2000 people fighting over the same territory at a time with infantry, aircraft, and tanks. Its the only game of its kind, a large scale FPS with persistent teams that requires massive coordination between the playerbase.

Most FPS's allow you to join a game and run around mindlessly killing people and while that is possible in planetside, if you aren't playing with a group you're going to be easily killed and lose out on the fun of playing with an organized team.

In planetside players organize themselves into persistent groups called outfits with their own combat tactics and organizational systems, allowing players to rise up the ranks, gain skills, and feel like a real member of a community and fighting force. Theres a real sense of pride in training and fighting with an outfit, especially when you can have persistent rivalries with other outfits which makes investing in training and unit cohesion feel even more rewarding. Successfully pushing an outfit you struggled against a few months ago off a point is a rush like no other.

It very much scratches the same itch as organized sports and I've found most* communities to be pretty welcoming as the average player age is around 30.

The members and leadership of these groups have generally been playing the game since its inception 13 years ago which leads to community familiarity and of course drama. Its joked that one player, paletiger, has more lore about him than the actual game does and the playerbase at one point banded together to force a bigoted outfit to disband.

Due to the sheer technical mess that games the game possible and the dedication from the player base needed to make the game fun, its unlikely we'll ever see another game like it once it shuts down, though its hard to say when that will happen since the people that like the game have been holding on for dear life for the past 7 years.

2. Guns of Icarus

Guns of Icarus is a first person multiplayer game where you play as the crew of steampunk airships battling across the sky. You have a crew of 4 people who each play a different role; captain, gunner, and repairman. The ships components take damage individually, with different weapons and munitions causing different types of damage to different components.

Players must coordinate between each other to choose how to respond to a situation, should everyone hop on the cannons and hope we can outshoot the enemy, or do we hope to outmanuver them and triage the fires burning on the deck?

Aside from battlefield 3 this game is THE MOST fun I have had playing co-op with my friends. The gameplay is frantic and immersive, it feels like you're really part of a naval battle and the decisions you make as a group, and the skills of the individuals onboard really matter.

3. Fractured Space

This is the only game that really ever was able to scratch my itch for space naval combat. You take control of a massive capital ship, with various class options, and outfit it for combat. The aim is to control different points in space and destroy enemy ships by out-manuvering and outfiring them.

If you've ever watched a scifi space battle and gotten hard at the idea of manning one of those warships this was the game for you. Sadly the game was dying by the time I picked it up and its no longer playable in any capacity.

If you really have a craving for tactical space combat I highly recommend FTL, a game that is very much alive as its singleplayer. If you like star trek and have ever wanted to divert all power to shield, give it a try. Also, sorry.

4. Spec Ops the Line

This is more of a very honorable mention than anything since Spec Ops is a singleplayer game, however it has tragically been removed from the steam store.

Spec Ops came out around the time CoD really took off and every game was American Military propaganda about Killing The Enemy Ooorah, and it used the game market of the time as a trojan horse for anti-war messaging.

In this game you're part of a special forces team sent to investigate the city of Dubai after an apocalyptic sandstorm wipes the city near off the map and cuts off contact with all the inhabitants.

You play as the leader of the special forces team who believes he is being an american military hero, a thought process that leads to him committing multiple warcrimes and slowly losing his mind.

Some shit head 13 year old REALLY needs this game to even out their worldview and its a shame it was taken off steam. I can't really do this game justice so heres a link to a ten minute video essay on the subject.

[plush-rabbit]

Obey Me: First Date - Brothers' Ed.

A Lucky demon wants to take you out on a first official date!

A/N: I‘ve been stuck in a mood so we get this!! (luci is he shortest with 900 words so take that as you will for the rest of the bois)

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Lucifer:

It’s a classic date. You’ve both shared meals together- whether it be with the brothers and the others, or just the two of you, but even then, the meals were rushed, they weren’t something so intimate. He takes his time, with planning the date, the time and seating arrangements already plotted before he’s even asked you. Lucifer knows what he’ll wear, he knows what he’ll tell you and it’s all so simple in his mind. He isn’t nervous in the slightest when he approaches you, asking you for just a moment of your time and pulling you into his study. He clears his throat and he looks at you and for a moment, he’s breathless. Pride flows through his vein as blood flows through yours, but for just a moment, for a second that he catches, he’s speechless. However, it isn’t enough to deter him away from asking you to accompany him on a date. He’s in front of you, pulling you to sit beside him and he asks you if you'd be willing to go on a date with him. He tries to hide his enthusiasm when you accept, but it’s evident- his chest puffs a bit and he stands taller, rising up with a sly smile on his face as he tells you excellent, letting you know that he’ll tell you the details at a later time.

He fixes his attire, pulling on his blazer and making sure his keys and wallet are with him. He approaches your room, gives a curt knock on your door and will call your name. He’s the perfect gentleman, smiling and grabbing your hand, bringing it up to his lips where he merely presses them against your knuckles. He compliments you, telling you how wonderful you look. A thought floats in his head that he wishes he had matched with you, but as quick as it came, it’s pushed away. The restaurant is high class and when you give him a worried look, he raises a simple hand. This is a date, he’s going to treat you out. Perhaps it’s a bit much, too forward and high class for a first date, but he wanted to leave a mark. You two sit in a quiet area, closed off by screens away from people, and enjoy a nice dinner. It’s tense at first, you look like you’re lost and given how the meals you’ve had recently have been more than loud, he doesn’t blame you. He takes great care in easing you into the date-pleasantries shared that soon turn into conversations where he hides his smile and you laugh behind your hand.

Once dinner is done, he’ll take your hand and lead you into his car- opening the door for you and helping you inside. The date isn’t over yet, he wants to make this a moment to remember, to have you think back and look at it with fond memories. He talks to you, listing off that you’re going to see a play- it's one that’s been sold out for quite a while, a popular play based on some human myth. It’s for you- he wants you to experience a bit of humanity while here so he sits with you, enjoying the show and staring at your hand that rests on the arm rest. He’ll clench his hand and bite the inside of his cheeks, resisting the urge to take your hand. Pride has faltered for a moment, gone and replaced with a demon who stares at your hand for a bit too long. It isn’t until you tap on his shoulder, murmuring to him that you’re cold, that he removes his jacket and lets it wrap around your shoulders.

The play is over, done and finished with bows and cheers. You tell him how you enjoyed it, pulling on his coat tighter around your body. He doesn’t ask for it back, lets it linger with you a bit longer. It’s begun to drizzle once you’re outside. Your hand reaches out to touch the rain, your palm wet with droplets. The weather- he had forgotten to check the weather. His flustered nature is apparent, his hands tightening and pulling yours back, his eyes scanning for the car. He’ll raise a brow once you start to laugh, raising a finger and pulling an umbrella seemingly out of nowhere- a spell, no doubt. You share that umbrella to the car, taking on his role and opening his door, and closing it behind him.

The drive to the house is filled with idle chatter. You mention how you heard the myth once ago, and you’ll talk about another, wanting to get his opinion. The conversation soon turns into one of both of you chuckling over a Devildom show. It’s lighthearted and his stomach drops when you arrive home. He didn’t want this date to end- not yet, but it’s come to an end. Lucifer still wants to take your hand, to hold it and feel the warmth and how soft you are and though he’s wearing gloves, he’ll take them off to feel your hands. At your door, he’ll do something bold; he may not be able to hold your hand, but he’ll lean down and kiss your cheek, his hand slipping his jacket off from you, and tell you that he hopes you’ll consider another date with him. He bids you goodnight, a pink tint on his cheeks as he walks away, trying so desperately to not touch his lips.

Mammon:

To say that Mammon is nervous is an understatement. It’s not that he’s never had trouble with asking others out on dates before, but for some reason, it’s different. You’re different compared to the others and he’s unsure why it’s you that makes him so nervous to confess or even ask you out on a simple date. But it isn’t just a simple date; it’s your first date with him, the first date that you both will have. While he may have spent some time with you alone before- whether it be eating lunch together while you catch up on homework, or even watching a movie together- it’s never been seen as something like a date. The hangouts are just that, hangouts. There’s no kiss at the end, there’s no hand holding even if he so desperately wants to do that, it’s only him sitting beside you, trying to inch his pinky towards yours and focusing too much on how nice your smile is. He’s Greed, he wants everything, wants everything that’s shiny and expensive and he can have trouble saving money, but in order to take you out on a nice date, he saves up. He’s got a few things in his hoard that he can sell, make a small profit and it makes his blood boil to sell his things, it’s for you.

He opts for a casual date, one where it’s the two of you and maybe it’s a bit too overdone, but it’s with you and you make every experience nice. He doesn’t mind doing the same thing over and over, as long as you’re there. He comes to you, scratching the back of his neck and removing his yellow tinted glasses, and he’s stuttering, his lips scowling and pouting until he takes a deep breath and rubs his hand through his hair. He asks you out, plain and simple, giving himself an assured nod when you accept. He tells you to get ready- he makes claims about how it’ll be the best date you’ve ever been on and how you're going to have the time of your life. On the night of the date, he’s dressed in something nice- an outfit from a past modelling gig that he had and was able to take home. He holds a bouquet of flowers in his hands, the petals glistening with the faint mist, the lighting in the hall not enough to capture the beauty of the flowers and when you answer your door, he tenses when he sees how wide you smile. Your hands brush against his gingerly when you take the flowers and you’re gone for a moment, placing them in a vase you happened to have.

The engine revs to life, the lights flashing in the already darkening sky of Devildom as he exits the house. The drive there is filled with silence in the first few minutes, your hands on your lap and the music playing is too low to drown out the noises from the outside. He hates being so tense with you- it shouldn’t be this hard to engage in a conversation with you. You’ve been living with him for a good while now, he has a toothbrush in your room and a spare charger, he should be able to talk to you. And yet, he can only manage to tell you how the weather is nice. He feels like a child saying that and he presses a bit harder on the accelerator, until he hears you laughing. You look at him, eyes gleaming and smile blinding and you reply back to him. The conversation is easier, it’s light and fun and when you arrive at the restaurant, he can’t wipe off his grin.

He’s managed to take you out to a nice restaurant, maybe not one so fancy because he won’t be able to help himself from showing off, nor is it his style to do that, but it’s a nice one, one where music plays and chatter is echoed in the establishment. It’s a nice dinner. You two chat and dine, you steal food off of his plate when you think he isn’t looking and he does the same. It’s a dinner that he enjoys, where he laughs and gives you his undivided attention, hearing a story that he’s heard before but still being the best audience that you could ever ask for. He orders a dessert, a simple one where you two can share and when you ask him to open his mouth, he does so, biting on your spoon and having to go to the toilet to hide his burning face. On the way back, he wants to extend the date, rapidly searching through his phone, making sure that a show is playing at a drive-in theater. He drives fast, his hand on your thigh and squeezing it whenever he makes a turn. When he hears you laugh, he offers for you to choose the music, offering you his phone to search up whatever playlist you want or song of your choice. When the song is one that he recognizes, he sings with you, loud and laughing, finally slowing down on the accelerator, wanting to make the drive last just a bit longer despite being near the destination.

The movie plays, it’s one where you two end up moving to the backseat, the movie is ignored as you lean into him, thanking him for the date, and you’re curled up beside him. Mammon makes a teasing joke that you shouldn’t fall asleep near a demon- especially one so powerful as him- but you retort back, that you know you’re safe with him. You always are. He nods, unable to respond unless he wants his voice to crack. He’s emotional, there’s no secret to that, but hearing it from you, knowing that you trust him, is enough for him to never want this moment to end. He wants to be in the backseat of his car with you against him, your arm interlocked with his. The credits play and you’re asleep beside him, and as if you had known, you wake up. He doesn’t mind that you feel asleep, will only caress the side of your face and when it seems like he’ll kiss you, he’ll pull away, telling you not to worry about it. The drive home is filled with him explaining the movie, telling you that he had gotten bored halfway through and ended up just researching the movie on his phone. He walks you to his door and he leans for a kiss, his breath a gentle puff against yours, until he pulls away, telling you that he had fun and that he hopes you did too. Once in his room, he tells himself that he’ll ask you out again, and this time he promises himself that he’ll kiss you.

Leviathan:

Romance anime has prepared Leviathan for this moment. He’s had people slip away before due to his insecurities and his sin, but not this time. This time will be different. He’s been so involved in anime and drama that he can plan the perfect date for the both of you. It takes an embarrassing amount of time for him to finally work up the nerve to confess. He walks up to you, his hands fisted at his side and his face tinted red with his anxiety rising. He’s stern in his words, asking for you to accompany him on a date, while he tries not to stutter or look away from you. If there’s any time to have confidence, it’s now. He doesn’t want you to think that he’s this nervous demon- he is, but he’s more than that. He likes you and he’s going to show you that through a wonderful first date that is going to leave you wanting more.

He’s nervous and a part of him regrets asking you out but he couldn’t just not ask you out. He had to, he likes you and he likes spending time with you and you always listen to him and he’s so close to running and hiding himself in his room. His thoughts scream at him, telling him to get a grip. He can do this. With a shaky raise of a fist that has been held for far too long, he knocks on your door and waits for you to answer it even if the few seconds that you do are the longest seconds in his very long life. A part of him is terrified that you’re going to flake and another part actually wants you to, but then you open the door, and you look so pretty. Perhaps it’s a bit awkward at first, tense speech and him refusing to look at you, only mumbling a compliment under his breath and being unable to respond to you more than he can. However, once you ask him what you two are going to do on your date, his spirits lift. He talks slowly about the date, a hint of hesitation on his words that he was thinking about watching anime together but that maybe you wouldn’t want that and he decided that going to an arcade and winning prizes- because he’s really good at games- and maybe going to karaoke afterwards would be a good date. When you respond with enthusiasm about the date, he's more than thrilled, grabbing your hand and nodding along, so excited and relieved that you liked his ideas.

The arcade is something that he's looking forward to the most of all. He knows it’ll be fun to sing with you but he’s good at games. He has excellent precision and knows how things work. He can win things for you; he wants to so that whenever you look at the stuffed animal or whatever it is, you’ll be reminded of him and the date. When he’s focused, he’s an entirely different person. Every toss of a plastic ball into a hole guarantees for his score to continue riding, grinning at you and slightly competing as you manage to catch up to him. He holds a toy gun attached to a game steady and manages to hit every monster, pumping his hand and entering his initials into the machine. Wanting to make sure that you aren’t at a disadvantage with the games, he stands behind you, gripping your arms and positioning the plastic weapon near you, and he’s so close, whispering into your ear his hands cool against your warm ones and he doesn’t even realize how close he is until he looks at your flushed face. He backs away, laughing awkwardly and trying to calm his beating heart, pulling you to a crane game despite your round just starting. He shows off just a bit, ginning to you and asking what you would like and it may take him just a bit of rounds, but he gets enough for you to hold stuffed animals in your arms.

It’s late when you leave, a tote bag in your hands of some cute character that he managed to win with his tickets, holds the things he won for you. You play with the lollipop in your mouth, listening to him as he talks about how fun that arcade was and how he wishes that he could have an at-home one in the house. His hand is in yours, and he continues, bumping into you playfully when you mention how he’s had an unfair advantage at you at the games. The sign to the karaoke place gleams in neon, the colors blinking across your faces and he’s pulling you inside, eager to sing with you and eat the food there. The drinks are half-filled, the plates empty as you both sing, stumbling over the lyrics and laughing when your voice catches and squeaks or when he ends up mumbling through a rather fast tempo of the song. He sits you at the end, the television playing with the lyrics as the song plays and you two talk, your hands busy playing with a stuffed animal that he won you. When the time is up, he doesn’t ask for it to extend, rather offering to go back home.

His confidence throughout the date has finally worn thin. He’s gone back to wanting to go inside his room and sleep for a long while. He had fun, there’s no doubt about that, but he’s also exhausted. You stand beside him, giggling and practically skipping home, tugging on his hand and telling him how fun this date was. There’s been enough romance anime, manga and dating simulators in his life to know that this date was a success. You had fun and that’s what matters to him. At your door, he holds your hands, clearing his throat and asking if you would please consider another date with him. Leviathan doesn’t leave time for you to answer, a sudden boost of adrenaline bursting in his body, and he leans down. Hen pecks at the corner of your mouth and when he pulls away, he nods to himself, telling you goodnight and that he had fun as he rushes back to his room. Behind closed doors, he screams into a pillow.

Satan:

Satan won’t lie. His stomach twists into tight knots, his palms clammy and a growing red hue against his cheeks as he goes to you and asks you on a date- a proper one. It's something simple, something that he wants to share with you despite it being rather cliché. He’ll clear his throat in front of you, stand tall and linger beside you for a few moments. He wants you to accompany him to a bookstore. When you ask if the others will be joining he shakes his head, telling you that it will only be the two of you. He wants to take you out on a date, one where he treats you to a day of activities. When you accept, he nods his head with a smile already on his lips as he proceeds to tell you the details of the date. It’s something safe and expected, one that he knows that the both of you will enjoy and be able to talk and spend time together even after the date is over.

On the day of the date, he makes sure that he dresses his best, his shirt clean and pressed and he’ll walk to your room. He knocks twice with his knuckles, and once he sees the knob twisting, he curses internally- he should have bought you flowers or something of the like- he’s read about human cultures- romance and all, he should have known this. His thoughts are loud and his smile is strained until you open the door and stand in front of him, greeting him with a dark hue against your skin. He’s sure he can hear your heartbeat but even then, it could just be his. He clears his throat and offers his hand to you, complimenting on how well you look. The drive to the store is one filled with idle chatter, his grip on the wheel tight as he nods along and offers commentary that causes him to groan inwardly. He offers for you to get whatever you want, he doesn’t care about the price- not when it comes to you or books. He’s interested, peering over your shoulder and asking if he could borrow the book once you’re done since he would like to engage with you further. He’s close enough for him to smell the mint on your breath and the perfume that you wear and when he pulls away, he tells you that you should both get matching bookmarks- something nice and useful.

You’ll share a meal- nothing extravagant but filling nonetheless. It’s something to get your energy up, as you both head off for the next location. He tells you how excited he is for this one, it’s something that’s been rather popular as of late and he hopes that you enjoy it too. You attend an escape room- something safe for those who are not demons to participate in. He’s quite pleased with himself about this idea- it’s something new, something that you mentioned once about wanting to experience and now he gets to make it a reality. Although, it is for you, it’s also a date and the escape room allows for him to show off his intelligence. He’s excited, walking around and showing clues to you, and once you find the last piece, he’s excited, grinning wide and pulling you for a hug with his cheeks nipped red.

The ride home is filled with laughter. You praise him, clapping your hands and making up nicknames for him on the spot. You praise his intelligence, giving him credit for figuring out the harder puzzles and telling him how you would have never guessed about certain things. With each praise is him shaking his head, smiling and laughing as you continue. His cheeks hurt with how much he’s been smiling and his stomach aches with laughter. Yet, you continue on, complimenting him and you smile for him. He makes a mental note of having the both of you attend something of a similar caliber for your next date. It’s then that he realizes that he still has to ask you and somehow, he’s still filled with nerves. He takes a glance at you, his gaze meeting your reflection and you both share a smile. He’ll ask you out on another date soon, he promises to himself.

He helps you carry your bags to your room, and when you offer for him to stay so you can read a bit of the books together, he’s more than happy to make himself comfortable by your side. It’s quiet in the room, a comfortable silence when your arms touch and books are in your lap. Satan hates to admit it, but the words in the book are nothing more than just words, he’s much more focused on you, watching you read and let your finger run down the edges of the paper. He wants to talk to you, will continue and push for conversation about the book as to why you chose that one, and asking for recommendations or other books that you might want to read. Once it’s late, your eyes growing heavy and yawns much more prominent, he’ll bid you a farewell. He holds his books in his hands and sucks in a deep breath before leaning in to give you a rough kiss on your cheek as he tells you thank you for accompanying him on a date today. When he’s alone, he’s fiddling with the matching bookmark you both have.

Asmodeus:

It’s no surprise that Asmodeus has been on many dates with countless demons and humans, but even so, he tries to make each date something different, nothing that overlaps and can still come across as memorable. He’s already his charm to rely on and even without that, he’s beautiful and confident that most people fall for him and his advances. However, you don’t fall for him immediately and at first, it was something he lusted after, knowing that you were immune to his charm, but still attainable. He’s stressed over it, having to figure out if you’d prefer a more blunt approach or rather something classic, and it’s a difficult time for him. He’ll ask you on a date, his mouth becoming dry and chest still as he waits for your reply and once you accept, he gives an excited nod, making sure to tell you the details at a later point. Once in his room, he’s giggly, clutching at his chest and unable to stop his grin from growing. He has a date with you, and it’s going to be memorable.

He’s been so preoccupied with thinking about how to ask you on a date that he comes to a realization that he has yet to figure out what the date will actually be. The date has to be something that has left you with a fuzzy feeling whenever you and him would recount it. He wants to make the date memorable, something where he knows that if he had to recall the day, he’d be able to recall you, to recall the exact moments. It’s hours of research- dates that range from classic, to cliché, and even to things more on the adventurous side. Hours of research ends with him deciding to escort you to a botanical garden. It’s perfect for both him and you- you’ll be able to fit in with the scenery, something beautiful and he could flaunt his knowledge of the flora of Devildom and capture wonderful pictures for the both of you.

It’s a fine place for a date where you both can enjoy yourselves and spend some quality time together. He’s touchy, wanting to hold your hand but as he begins to move, his hand bumping into yours, he apologizes rather than holds it. He’s nervous. His charm doesn’t work on you- whatever you fall for, will be him, you’ll like him for him and not because of his abilities. It terrifies him for a moment, holding a camera with a stiff posture as he snaps a photo of you sitting at the fountain. He hadn’t even realized that he was so stiff until you came to hold his hand, your palm against his and it’s then that he allows himself to relax. He gives your hand a squeeze, going to thread his fingers with yours, opting to take a picture together at another exhibit, pulling you with him. He wants to take pictures with you- you both look amazing and it would be a waste to not have something memorable from this date. The pictures are cluttered with stickers and different poses- ones of you solo and others of him, and it’s fun for him. When your attention is taken from him, he stares at his phone, and a part of him wants to show you off to his followers, but he keeps the pictures to himself, sliding the phone into his pocket and grabbing your hand to lead you elsewhere.

Afterwards, you are taken to a wine testing. It’s more for him rather than you, just a way for the nerves that linger on him to finally give away. It’s simple and he’s greeted when he enters, already purchasing the tickets and keeping you close to him. He walks with you, sipping the drinks that are offered and when you take some, he clicks his tongue. He’s forgotten that most of the alcoholic drinks in Devildom don’t have an effect on you. You make a remark on how it tastes like juice only to peer at him and clear your throat. You bring a hand to your chest, posed dainty-like and with the drink in your hand, you make some outlandish remark that has him sniggering. He mimics you, having fun and eating the few snacks provided, making claims how the wine is exquisite. When finally alone, he whispers to you how the wine is actually rather fine, nothing too extraordinary.

You two rest in his room, his legs resting above yours and his hands busy as they massage yours. He’s laughing, his cheeks a bit flushed and eyes closing slowly as he listens to you tell him how you enjoyed the date. His fingertips run over your nails, tracing the edge of it and sliding back down your finger, to intertwine your hands together. When he hears you yawn, he opens his eyes, rising to rest on his forearms. He’s handsome, he’s always been, but with flushed cheeks and slightly ruffled hair and the light in his room making his skin appear as if it were glowing, then it’s a different type of handsome. Asmodeus brings your hands to his chest, his hand clenching tighter around yours. He’d offer for you to sleep in his room for the night, but he’d rather have you wait until you were comfortable with that. He walks you to your room, telling you that he had a wonderful time. At your doorway, he kisses the tip of your nose and thanks you for the date and that he hopes you’ll consider another one with him. In his room, he stares at the pictures that you both took together, making the one that you had taken together, his lock screen.

Beelzebub:

Beelzebub is stuck between a rock and a hard place. He wants to ask you out on a date and he’s positive that you would agree to go out with him- even just for one date- but he doesn’t know where to take you. He’s tempted to take you to an all-you-can-eat buffet but that’s more for him rather than you. He thinks about taking you on a hike but even then, you might not be used to the more natural terrain of Devildom and he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if you accidentally hurt yourself with him. A horrible aspect of his sin is that people assume that whatever he has to say will be about food and while they might not be totally wrong about that- most of the time- it isn’t his fault. His sin is gluttony, he’s in a constant state of hunger that he isn’t able to control. A buffet or dinner would be something that you both have done again and again, and he wants something new, something where you two can spend time together that can be new and fun. With his phone in his hand, he sends you a quick message asking if you would like to go on a date with him and when you reply with a yes, he can’t stop smiling.

The day before the date, he’s still scrambling to find something fun for the both of you, not wanting to do anything out of the ordinary for him and nothing too extraneous for you. He’s scouring the internet until he lands on a perfect idea. He’s sure that he has chosen the best date that you have been on. It’s a simple thing- taking you to a pottery date. It’s fun and simple and you two can paint the already available statutes together. He’s a bit bummed that you aren’t able to actually mold something into shape but it was a last minute plan that he had come up with and you still seem to enjoy the aspects of painting something with him. He and you talk over the music that varies from the different realms and when he starts humming a song, he can feel your eyes on him. He shrugs his shoulders, looking away with red tipped ears as he continues to paint the sculpture. Midway, he clears his throat and calls your name. It’s a silly idea, and he’d understand if you don’t want to do it, but he’d appreciate it if you would swap sculptures for a bit- think of it like those online trends, just for a few minutes for him to paint yours and vice versa. It helps if you think of it as a reminder of the date and when you agree, he’s ecstatic, carefully painting onto yours, so careful to not mess up the art that you’ve already done on it. Once you both are done, signatures dotting the areas that belong to yours, you leave the sculptures to get glazed and he has the brilliant idea of having that as an excuse to bring you back for another date.

As his luck would have it, once you both exit the establishment, his stomach growls. He’s hungry and while he’s able to keep a decent control of it, he knows that his nervousness for the date isn’t helping his hunger. With a rather embarrassed expression decorating his features, he asks to go get something to eat. He didn’t want this date to be about his sin, for him to have to admit that food is something permanent on his mind but when you cup his face, titling him towards you, you nod. You eat a quick meal, sitting beside him as you eat from a container, offering him some of your fries in exchange for a sip of his drink. He can’t help but stare at your lips when you tap a sip from his straw and without being too eager, he takes a sip following you, his stomach twisting into knots when he realizes that you both had an indirect kiss.

After a quick meal, he decides to take you to an aquarium. He knows that you haven’t seen a good portion of the animal life of Devildom and you’ve mentioned before how you’ve always been a bit interested in the ocean so he decided that an aquarium would be perfect. He holds your hand and as you both walk around, he makes a few jokes that you can’t quite tell are jokes or actual statements about how he had probably eaten a few of the sea creatures when he was just starting out with his sin. He holds your hand, walking through the tunnels as creatures swim above and beside the both of you. You hold his hand tighter, bringing yourself closer to him when a rather dangerous looking creature keeps eyeing you. He waves off your concern, explaining a bit of the sea life, holding your hand tightly and pulling you close. He offers to take you to the gift shop if you’re getting a bit too scared, and a part of him hopes that you’ll accept. He wants to get you something from there despite how expensive the times could be, but it’ll be another memory of the date that you both shared.

With a steady hand, he guides you to the gift shop, letting you pick whatever you want as he chooses a matching one for himself. Beelzebub wants this date to be something that he’ll have memorabilia for. He wants the matching stuffed animals or pottery with each other’s work done on it. He wants to be close to you, to share something with you that no one else can. It’s been a long day, one where you’ve walked the entirety of the aquarium, and he can tell that you’re growing tired, your steps smaller than before. He offers to carry you- it’s something that he’s done countless times due to loving affection. He carries you on his back, a hand on your thigh and holds your hands that wrap around his neck. He chats endlessly, talking about how some of the sea creatures are harmless, how others eat things with more meat, and anything else as long as he can hear your voice and feel your breath against the shell of his ear. At your door, he wants to kiss your lips, wanting more than just an indirect kiss that you both had shared but he can’t bring himself to do that just yet. He kisses your cheek, his bottom lip pressed against your jawline and the other on your cheek. Once in his room, he asks if you’d be willing to have another date with him, his heart beating rapidly as he holds the stuffed animal in his hands, waiting for your reply.

Belphegor:

The Avatar of Sloth finds himself at a loss on where he could take you to on a date. He wants something special for you, wants the date to outshine any dates you've been on before or will ever go on, but even he knows that that is a feat that he can’t accomplish. Belphegor knows his sin better than anyone else. He knows that he gets tired easily and that most things drain his energy or at least seem to despite how much he actively wants to do something. There are only so many date ideas that he can decide to take you on that don’t involve too much energy. So fixated on where to take you, he realizes with annoyance that he hasn’t even asked you out on a date but even then, the two things go together. He can’t have a date without you and he can’t have you without a date. He wants things to be fun, he wants you to have a good time with him and want to have another date with him. It’s a first date, it’s supposed to be fun, it’s supposed to be where the both of you can be together and have fun, but for some reason, he’s unable to come up with anything original. Perhaps it would be easier to ask you out first and then maybe with a time limit, he could rush to pick something fun for the both of you. Without realizing the time, he sends you a quick message, telling you that you two will be going out soon.

Despite thinking that having a limit would help him figure out things faster, it only serves to stress him out more than necessary. He wants to take you somewhere you nice, somewhere where you two can talk and not run the risk of any awkward silences. He thinks about taking you to a movie, that way you two would have something to talk about afterwards but a part of him worries that he would end up falling asleep. He opts for a picnic date. It’s something that can be done together and he’s sure that you would enjoy it. He plans extensively, buying foods that the both of you like, making an effort to buy a nice basket and finding the perfect blanket that will add nicely and be soft to the touch. The day of the picnic, he feels a bit out of place walking up the hill at the park, holding a picnic basket as you hold the blanket he had gotten. It’s so much work and he can already feel himself growing tired but he forces himself to stay awake.

The moon glows brilliantly above the both of you and there’s a gentle breeze. You both assort the plates and meals, and when he catches you taking a quick bite of a snack, he can only snort. You sit beside him, eating from your plate, and looking up at him when he’s a bit too silent. He doesn’t want to force a conversation because he knows that it’ll sound tense but the moment is tense and he hates it. He doesn’t want this date to be tense- he wants it to be fun but he doesn’t know how. When you steal from his plate, he glares at you only to end up laughing when you smile innocently at him. The conversation grows easier, fluid and laughter as you both lie beside each other on the blanket. He points out the constellations that he can see, telling you stories about them as he inches his hand closer to yours. His fingers circle around your ring and pinky finger as he continues to talk without a pause in his voice. His voice grows soft, his words gentle as he tells you that at a different part of night, you can make out a constellation that happens to be his favorite. He doesn’t voice that he wishes for you to join him for another date in order to catch a glimpse of it.

With tired limbs, you both head back home, only to stop in front of a coffee shop. It’s early enough that you both stop inside. You both order something sweet to drink, leaning beside each other at a table. You tell him how back in the human realm there are moments of different types of moons and that you always enjoyed seeing the moon grow so big that you could see the craters, taking beauty in the moon and making a reference to something that he doesn’t understand. You can only snort at his confusion, finishing your coffee as you lean your head on his shoulder. He doesn’t know whether it’s his sin affecting you or just the fact that you’re tired, but he takes you home, finishing his own cup and holding you hand in his.

The picnic basket is devoid of food, the blanket wrapped neatly and tucked between your arms as you both make your way home. A part of him wishes that he could ask you to spend the night with him, just to cuddle and sleep together, but he knows that it might not be appropriate given that it is your first official date with him and not him pulling you onto his lap. He’s at the steps towards the attic, his gaze everywhere but at you because he doesn’t know how to end the date. Of course, he wants another one, of course he enjoyed it but he doesn’t know what to say without it coming off as sarcastic. He fiddles with the end of his shirt, watching in the corner of his eye at how you begin to open your mouth. Maybe it would have been better to hear what you had to say, a desperate attempt to extend the date just a bit longer, but he wants to hug you. He pulls you close, buries his face in the crook of your neck and lets his hands slip to the middle of your back. His breath is hot on your neck as he tells you that he’d like to have another date.

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ASK FRIDAY - CREATE A SCENARIO: roommates trope with Kylo

Due to some last minute room swapping and late registering Reader and Kylo end up in the same dorm but they're mad about it and hate each other (cue intense sexual tension)

Dorm room, Snowed in, evening time like 6

The heater/power has just gone out and Kylo knows a few ways to get warm...only if Readers up for it...

been working on this for FOREVER ANON. 

I loved it! 

Crushed

TW: NSFW, dirty talk, dom/sub vibes, exhibitionism, kinda fluff, Kylos not that nice and is an entitled man.

Oh yeah, you fuckin’ slut. 

Yes-Yes-Yes! 

‘M gonna cum all over your fucking tits.

You slapped the wall next to your bed, hard. 

“Can you guys keep it down! It’s 1 in the morning!” 

Muffled voices came through the paper-thin wall, sounding like bodies moving to the floor. Good, you thought, at least he will get rug burn from the shitty carpet, might keep him from fucking everything that moves. 

A hard knock on the wall pulled you from that thought. 

“Go read your fucking Bible! I’m trying to get my dick wet!” 

“Please!” 

“Why don’t you go get fucked!?” 

Some giggled came through next, followed by more muffled whispering. You whined loudly, trying to ignore the sounds of him fucking whatever bimbo your dormmate had in his lair. Shoving your face into your pillow, muffling your tears and wails. 

You turned on your TV, drowning out the final act of his performance. Fingers poised over your keyboard to file another noise complaint with the RA… not like they ever helped you. The last time they intervened they left with a black eye and broken nose, shrugging for you to sort it out yourselves. 

A door slammed shut, you let out a sigh of relief. 

At least he wasn’t a cuddler. 

You climbed out of bed, tip-toeing to your door to take a peek of whatever slut found her way into his room this evening. The special lady was a new cinderella every fucking week, he didn’t even try to know their names. You heard him admit it once in class to his friends, saying he called them all ‘baby’ so he wouldn’t have to learn. 

You peeked out the door, blinking from the harsh fluorescent lighting of your dingy dorm halls. The walls were a screaming white, yellowing from years of shoddy cleaning. You tried to clean your room when you first came to school, but it was too disgusting. 

A non-smoking dorm, ha. Everyone smoked, especially your neighbor. 

“Shouldn’t you be in bed creeper?” 

You jumped at his voice, exhaling harshly through your nose. You steeled your features, caught red-handed looking for his latest prey. Crossing your arms defensively, not that there was anything to hide. You were in your ratty pj’s, they were on sale at Old Navy a few years ago and you never threw them away even though they barely fit anymore. 

“If you’re so interested in being a cuck,” he grinned at you, flashing his crooked teeth, “I would love to have you over for an encore, I’m sure you’d love to watch me in action.” 

“Buzz off, Ren.” 

“Ooo, angry tonight,” he smirked, now stepping out of his door frame. You choked a little at his appearance, no shirt on, basketball shorts barely hanging off his hips. Dangerously low, seriously, if he took one wrong move they would be on the floor. His chest was covered in fresh scratch marks, no doubt from his latest victim, a sheen of sweat glistening under the lights. 

Fuck, he was good-looking. 

But he was terrible. 

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, daring you to stare back at him. 

You gulped, caught again. You were better than that, you were just tired from being kept up since ten with his version of ‘love-making’. 

“My eyes are up here cupcake,” he stepped forward. Pushing you back into your doorframe, almost inside your sanctuary. “If you ever decide you want to break your vow of chastity, I’m right next door.” 

“Step away from me, Kylo.” 

He cocked his brow, “I love when you’re mean, come on. Let’s see if kitty has claws.” 

You bared your teeth, fists balling under your underarms, “Not even if you were the last man on Earth.” 

He shrugged, backing away from you. 

“Deal, bitch.” 

You moved to shut your door on him, “Go away.” 

“See you in class, bright and early.” 

------ 

When you imagined leaving for college, it was different. 

Saying goodbye to your parents, packing your car with whatever small valuables you owned. Determined to make a name for yourself all the way across the country, no friends or family, truly on your own. You imagined everything would be different, the dorm would be filled with new and friendly faces. 

RA’s greeting you as you parked outside, giving you a tour and maybe a group lunch with all your floormates. Getting to know each other, maybe even going to some new-student orientation event they planned for the newbies. 

Classes were smooth, acing all your major requirements. Professors were kind and ready to help you at any moment, letting your artistic vision flow through your body every morning with your 8 AM yoga class. 

But no. 

Instead, you registered late. 

Your classes all at the worst times, bright and early. 

Second rate dorm, COED even… smelly dudes between your single bedroom which would be better defined as a broom closet. Burping and fucking on both sides of you while you tried to study. Your major requirement classes were boring and filled with pretentious art students who thought they were the next Picasso. 

Professors didn’t care if you lived or died, only focusing on the bell schedule because they couldn’t control what the freshmen did in their classes. 

Your options for clubs were limited, either join a sport or a cult. 

And worst of all. 

Kylo Ren. 

He was your neighbor, signed up late just like you. You actually arrived at the same time, he pushed you down on your ass in the lobby so he could be checked in first. Calling you a clumsy bitch, only for you both to be handed keys to the same floor. Right next to each other, sharing a flimsy wall. 

On top of that, he was an art major like you. 

And since he registered late, he was in almost every class. 

Even yoga! 

He took your mat the first day, leaving you in tears in the hallway. He apologized afterward, handing it back to you before storming off to be with his beefy upper-class friends. Any moment he could, Ren would humiliate you. Trying to push your buttons, whistling at you when you had to cross the hallway to the showers. Tripping you when you had your hands full, making fun of you for hanging out with your sparse group of friends. 

And when he found out you were annoyed with him making noise, he latched onto it. 

One week he decided to recite the entire Phantom of the Opera, just because you mentioned in class that you loved that play. 

He did every part, even the musical scores, you could’ve sworn he did it with a megaphone on the wall, just to spite you. 

Your parents told you ‘he just likes you, he’s a boy.’ 

No! 

That’s not how people express feelings, at least not healthy people. 

Your alarm clock blared on your nightstand, you didn’t sleep so it didn’t bother you. Letting out a heavy sigh of defeat, Ren ruined another night for you, a night you’d never get back. Of precious, precious sleep that you desperately deserved. 

Slipping on some plum leggings and a sports bra. No one gave a fuck about your outfit in your early morning class, as long as you went with clothes on. You popped on your headphones, trying to drone out the noise of Ren’s music through the wall. He liked to blast some god-awful music every morning. 

Today, it was an old Black Veil Brides album! 

You made it out of the dining hall, snatching a muffin for breakfast. Smiling at some guys you knew, waving at your friend Rose as you stormed off to the gym. The cold chill of Winter biting at your nose, it was too cold to not wear a full outfit. But there was no time, with Ren keeping you up all night and classes back to back, you didn’t have time to fuck around with dressing up. 

Ren ran in after you, laughing with his friends. Big nose all red from the frost, his hair looked frozen to his scalp, probably showered beforehand. You rolled out your mat, trying to stretch while he bragged about the pussy he got last night. Making a big show of your complaining, saying you were desperate to fuck him based on your whining. 

You rolled your eyes when he planted next to you, “Good morning, you ran out in a hurry.” 

“I didn’t want to be late,” you sneered, not giving him the time of day, still stretching your back into child's-pose. 

“How are we supposed to walk together if you run away from me, cupcake?” 

You scoffed, shooting him an icy glare. Despite him grinning at you like the happiest man on Earth, god, you needed to stop giving him a reaction. That would shut him up if you didn’t give him the attention he is clearly lacking from his parental figures. 

“Good morning class,” your teacher greeted you calmly, “I hope you’re all doing well. As you all know, this next week is finals week, I’m offering makeup classes to those of you who need to make up some credit hours. We are also hosting some meditation if you need time to relax between classes.” 

Next to you, Ren leaned towards your mat, setting his hand right behind your back. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know he was hovering. Ready to devour you like a piece of meat.

“Hey,” he chuckled. 

You stayed quiet, pushing back into his arm so he would move. Ren stayed put, purring in your ear, “Did you sleep well?” 

“Move off my mat, Ren.” 

He smirked down at you, “You seem stressed, do you want me to help by fucking your brains out.” 

You shot off your mat, effectively knocking him onto his back. Laughing loudly in a relatively silent room of students trying to center themselves. He grinned from the floor, hands up in the air in defense, “I’m just offering to help you, Jesus!” 

“Just,” you pointed in his face, hair falling out of your ponytail. Everyone was staring at you, even your instructor. Shocked you were yelling, you barely spoke in class, at the scariest person in your class. 

“Just, leave me alone.” 

------

Ren avoided you for the rest of the week, mostly. 

Still had his nightly fuck-more subdued though, you had on noise-canceling headphones to try and focus on studying. There were still so many classes to get to, and you wouldn’t be finished until the day before Winter break… you were desperate to get this over with. 

You missed your family, the plane ticket itself cost you a whole month of meals. 

Of course, you would do fine in your classes, it was just the motivation to get there. Every morning you glared at Ren when he greeted you in yoga, still standing next to you like a menacing shadow. 

This morning was no different, only you skipped class to study in the library. Bundled up in your winter coat, long black scarf, hair in a lazy braid, and thermal leggings on. The wind had picked up last night, bringing on an ice storm that wasn’t expected until late next week. You walked on treacherous sidewalks, dodging all the other students who were seeking the warmth of the library. 

You settled inside, sprawling your books and laptop on an old desk. Grabbing out a few sketch pads so you could finish up some pieces that were due in a couple hours. Most of your finals in art were ‘unconventional’ which meant the professor wanted to see what you were motivated to work on during the year. 

For yours, you had decided to draw the people you saw on campus. 

Studying their faces, mannerisms, languages while they were in an organic environment. It was a great piece, and one of your professors was very interested in showcasing it in a show. You were proud, it wasn’t large but it was important for you and you wanted it to be perfect before turning it in. 

Your pastels were spread out, fingertips smudged and stained from charcoal, a few lines on your face and brow from forgetting about the streaks. There was this one person you couldn’t finish, it was one of your friends from last week. She was laughing and holding a drink, the expression wide and full of emotion but it was hard for you to capture without her being there. 

But you steeled yourself, you weren’t leaving this spot until you finished her. 

“You smudged that dude's face,” a low voice rumbled behind you. A finger pointing down at the top left corner, “Stop-don’t touch it.” 

You moved to swat the hand away, not wanting some random guy to ruin your piece with their grubby fingers. Recentering yourself, he wasn’t smudged, he was just in the corner so it looked like it wasn’t finished… what did he know, anyway? 

“You didn’t draw me?” 

Now you stopped, why you didn’t recognize the timbre of his voice was ridiculous. 

You let out a long sigh, “Please, don’t touch the canvas, Kylo. It’s not ready, yet.” 

The chair that housed your backpack slid out next to you, your things tossed on the ground carelessly before Ren sat. You scooted away from him, he smelled like he just showered. Judging by his wet hair you were probably right… “What are you doing?” 

He shrugged, fiddling with one of your notebooks. Flipping through pages carelessly, “I don’t know-you weren’t in yoga so.” 

“So,” you gave him a weird look, “You stalked me to the library?” 

“There’s no reason to go to yoga if I can’t bother you,” he flashed a smile, dropping it slightly when he saw you weren’t playing back with him. 

Silence fell over you both, the only noises the heat kicking in around the scuffling of boots and shoes to face the weather again. 

“I like your piece,” he gestured to your work, “For drawing, right?” 

You nodded stiffly, not enjoying his friendly tone. Like he wasn’t your demon neighbor who made it his job to annoy you and had for the past four months of your life. Ren shifted again, now leaning on the table with his cheek resting on his forearm. Looking at you with wide eyes, you never took the time to look at his face. 

He had very large eyes that betrayed his emotions. Swimming with flecks of auburn, gold, and some streaks of green, blinking slowly as he studied your canvas. You looked away from him, trying to ignore the urge to draw them, how his long lashes rivaled your own. How his skin was freckled with beauty marks, creases from frowning lined his forehead and nose. You could even make out his stubble, some pieces he must’ve missed the last time he shaved. 

You went back to drawing, no longer focusing on it. Just trying to understand what was happening, your tormentor was a foot away from you. Breathing calmly like a cat laying in a patch of sun. Hunched over the edge, torso too long to rest like a normally proportioned human being, had he always been this big? 

“Wanna get coffee before class?” 

“Huh?” 

You blinked slowly, not registering that he spoke to you. 

Ren leaned off, letting out a big yawn and scratching the back of his neck. 

Yes, definitely a cat. 

“Do you want to get coffee,” he stared blankly, “Before we head to English?” 

You looked down at your mess, then back up at him. Shaking your head softly, voice quiet as a mouse, “No-thank you.” 

He exhaled harshly, “I’m not gonna burn you with it, it’s just coffee.” 

“No, I’m fine,” you said firmer, “I wanna work on this some more.” 

Ren stayed still, probably trying to think of a way to get you to agree with him. You had known him long enough to know he doesn’t like people disagreeing with him. Didn’t have to be a college graduate to see that the man had issues with control, hence terrorizing you all semester. You didn’t want to offer him an olive branch, because he was just doing it as a joke. Probably, waiting until you were calm around him to do something cruel. 

You went back to drawing, listening to him get up and leave you. Mumbling something under his breath about ‘trying to be nice’ before walking out. You shook off the awkwardness, not willing to break down and let him do something nice for you, just because he didn’t ruin your final piece didn’t mean he wouldn’t do something in the future. 

The day was still young. 

------

Oddly enough, Ren didn’t bother you that evening. 

Not even a door slam! 

You almost thought he was dead, but you saw him in the hallway when you were walking to the bathroom. Wrapped in your robe, caddy in hand, he didn’t whistle or try to touch your ass like he normally did. Just a stale smile before closing himself back in his room. 

Not to waste the precious quiet, you went to work packing your bags for your trip tomorrow. Deciding to do a quick load of laundry, your hall was almost empty, so no one would be down there while you waited. 

Piling up your hamper, you threw your pj's and slippers on. Remembering to grab a blanket and your laptop so you could hang out down there while you waited. 

Your friends back home were all excited to see you, ready to hear all about your time away. The boys you met, friends you made, classes, all that. So excited to get home and see your cat, Gremlin, he was all alone without you. Your mom sent you pictures earlier of him curled in your blankets, saying that he knew you were coming home soon. 

Maybe next Fall you could get an apartment, you didn’t want to leave him for another year. 

A washing machine door slammed shut next to you, causing you to jump from your perch atop your own. Faced with Ren, who was doing his laundry in his pjs, or his version of pjs. Giving you another tight-lipped smile before leaning against the far wall. Yawning loudly before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. 

You ignored him, turning back to your laptop that was playing a crime documentary. Texting some friends to keep your mind from wandering to Ren and why he was in such a mood. 

“Are you leaving tomorrow?” Ren called from his wall. 

You pretended to not hear him, refocusing on the documentary, there was something very interesting happening and you weren’t about to miss how they found the killer's shoe prints in the mud just because Ren was trying to talk to you. 

Then something was thrown at you, and it smelled awful. 

“Oh-my-god!” 

You shot off the washing machine, throwing down the offending garment. Ren was laughing loudly, “Chill out! It was just an old shirt!” 

“How old was it?!” 

He smiled at you from the ground, propping an elbow on his kneecap. One leg stretched out on the tile, you tried to regain a sense of calm, he was just messing with you again. Just take some deep breaths… in-out-in

“Are you leaving tomorrow, after our final?” 

You let out your deep breath, sitting back on the washer. “Yeah,” you paused your show since mister meanie wanted to have a tea party. “I have to get to the airport right after.” 

He hummed, “Same.” 

The washer beeped loudly, echoing in the otherwise empty room. Ren watched you hop off, fixing your shorts which definitely rode up too much. Trying to not flash him your underwear as you bent to move your clothes to a dryer. You cursed when a sock fell from your pile, great.  

“How come we’ve never fucked?” 

Now all your clothes were on the floor. 

Along with Ren, who was staring at you like you were an art exhibit. 

You dragged your clothes back to the washer. There was no way you were finishing now that they touched the dirty floor, no one cleaned down here and just because it looked clean didn’t mean-

A whistle, “You good over there?” 

“Yup.” 

“Okay,” you heard him stretch, popping his joints as he lifted off the floor. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he closed in. Almost touching you, no escape, “As I was saying, how come you’ve never let me steal your virginity?” 

You scoffed, “I am not a virgin.” 

Ren pressed into you, pushing you against the washer now. Grinding his hips into your own, you squirmed, trying to dispel every fantasy flooding your brain. Every night you spent listening to him through the wall, imagining just once that it was you. If he weren’t such a monster, you would have gladly laid on your back and let him do whatever he wanted. 

“Nothing?” 

You took a deep breath, placing both palms on the top of the washer. Biting your lip as you silently pleaded for him to let you go, but also continue. You could smell his cologne from this close, how it complimented him so well. Mixing in with his dark aura, you wanted nothing more than to spin around and…

Soon you were doing just that, but not on your own violation. 

Ren had his hands grasping your hips, thumbs slipping under the fabric of your t-shirt to caress your soft skin. Lips capturing your own, you froze in his hold. Unsure of what to do, a part of you wanted to scream and smack him, but the other part loved the smell of his toothpaste. 

He relaxed when you relaxed, your lips still awkwardly locked together. Not opening and allowing for more, but not moving away either. You stared at him, startled to see him looking back at you. Pulling back slightly, you watched his face chase yours. Bringing your lips together a few more times, kissing at the seam. 

You felt his tongue flick for entry, trying to pry your mouth open so he could explore. When you didn’t move he finally huffed in annoyance, “I know it’s your first kiss, but you’re supposed to open your mouth.” 

You groaned, bringing both hands to cradle his cheeks. There was no way he was going to make fun of you, he initiated this so. 

Ren made a muffled noise when you pressed your lips back together. Probably of shock and surprise, because, no. This was not your first kiss, not even your fourth or fifth kiss. Working your tongue skillfully into his mouth, you moaned softly at his taste. Just like you imagined… not that you put much stock into this but… it was wonderful. 

Bringing your fingers to the nape of his neck, tugging on his dark brown hair. Just like you always wanted to, whenever he walked past you with it tied in a bun you dreamt of tearing through it. Ren returned your affection in kind, his left hand moving to the small of your back. Fingers dancing under the waistband of your pajama bottoms. 

You heard him swear when he felt the lace underneath, nestled between your cheeks. Ren slid a hand over the globes of your ass, moving his hips in time with his tongue. Tasting every inch of your mouth, even growling in approval when you sunk your teeth into his bottom lip. 

Petting and groping each other against the washing machines, the sound of you swapping spit barely heard over the rumble of your clothes. Ren had gotten sick of grinding against your hip bone, pulling away from you for a moment. Shushing your pathetic whimpers, he hooked the hand not cupping your ass behind your left knee. 

Hiking it over his hip, opening your legs up. Allowing him to assault your center with his straining erection, oh you could picture it now. How easy it would be to just let him slip inside you. 

Right here, in the laundry room. 

*Beep* 

You pulled back roughly, barely able to unsuction your lips from Rens' own. A string of spit connecting your kiss-bitten lips, he looked at you with pleading eyes. Grinding himself against you harder, pulling a few soft mewls from your throat. 

“I need to switch my clothes,” you croaked.

He nodded, shakily setting your limb back on the floor and backing away. You watched through your own lust-filled state as he trembled. Walking back to his far wall, a hand cupping his cock through his sweats. Your throat clicked as you took in a much-needed breath, doing what you said you would. 

Setting them in the dryer, all the more aware of his eyes watching your every move. 

Not sparing him a glance when you sat back on the washer. 

Turning on your laptop once again to watch your crime documentary. 

Ignoring the throbbing between your legs, his deep breaths, and your shaking limbs. 

------

The TV’s at the airport all said the same thing, “Record snowfall this winter, right before the holidays! Experts say that we will be lucky to keep power until it passes. Our friends on the west coast are enjoying a white Christmas, while we’re stuck in the North Pole.” 

All flights have been grounded until further notice. 

Stuck. 

You could barely make it back to your dorm without crashing. 

Bursting into tears several times when you realized you wouldn’t be home until it was over. Wouldn't be able to safely leave your dorm room until it passed, leaving you utterly alone. 

You had emailed your RA letting him know your bad luck, he let the staff know you’d be there so they would have food and water running still. 

But other than that, this was your holiday. 

You slipped on the walk up to your room, sobbing loudly in the halls as you clutched your luggage. No going home, no seeing your friends or family, no Christmas dinner, no personal shower, no Gremlin to sleep on your face. 

Collapsing on your bed, curling yourself in the multitude of pillows and blankets that adorned it. The room had shitty heating, the entire building had shitty heating. The entire month of December you’d been freezing, and no amount of personal heaters could fix this kind of cold. 

You drifted off to sleep after crying for a few hours, letting your parents know what was happening. Setting alerts for earlier flights, anything you could do to get home. You were so tired in fact, that you slept through a power outage. Leaving the entire building to shut down, no backup generators. 

And no heat. 

It wasn’t until you felt yourself being lifted that you woke up to the commotion. 

Squirming in the kidnappers' arms, limbs aching from freezing for a time in your bedroom. The window must’ve cracked open because it was much colder than when you arrived. Your attacker didn’t let you go, growling in your ear to be still. 

Dragging you out of the building, towards a car you didn’t notice when you pulled in. With the snow swirling all around, it was a miracle they could see their own vehicle. You were thrown in the front seat, followed by your luggage tossed in the back. You stayed still, every time you moved it hurt, hypothermia. Common in the New England storms if you were foolish enough to be outside… 

You about passed out when the driver's side door opened, Ren climbed in. Looking just as frozen as you, slamming the door shut and mumbling something as he started his car. You could’ve cried when the engine turned, heat blasting between the both of you. 

“Hands,” his teeth chattered, holding his own out. He nodded for you to do the same, grasping your pink fingers between his own and blowing on them. “Power went out,” Ren took a shallow breath, “I was leaving and I saw your car. You were almost frozen to your bed, the window broke.” 

“Th-thank you-u-u.” 

Ren cringed at your fingers, slowly gaining back their normal color. “I tried to grab everything I could, like your backpack and luggage. But we can’t stay there, we’ll fucking freeze.” 

You nodded, tugging your hands away to curl into your chest. Thankful that Ren had enough sense to grab blankets, stuffing them in your lap from the backseat. You thought about grabbing your phone, but you could barely make a fist so it would do you no good. 

“My plane g-g-got ground-d-ed.” 

Ren shivered, nodding sharply, “Mine too, my mom got me a hotel room not far from here to stay until the storm passes. So, I’m taking us there.” 

“Okay.” 

You didn’t say anything else, not wanting to distract him from the treacherous roads. Thank god he had a Jeep, or else you would’ve died. You couldn’t see more than ten feet ahead, less than that when you were on the highway out of the city. 

Ren kept mumbling things like it’s okay, I’m sorry, I know it's cold, whenever you shivered and took in sharp breaths. You must’ve been out for a while, to get this bad. A quick look at the clock in his car said you’d been asleep for three hours, who knows what would’ve happened if he hadn’t noticed your car… 

He helped you out, more carried you, towards the check-in desk. Too worried you would pass out in the car if he left you for too long, the front desk lady was quick and sweet. Making sure to send up extra blankets and pillows to your suite. Ren had you walk up with him, so he wouldn’t have to carry you and the luggage on separate trips. 

You clutched his hand like a child, tight enough for his knuckles to turn white. But he was so warm, it’s all you could think about. All you wanted was to be warm, nodding blindly to whatever Ren said to do. 

Plug your phone in, check. 

Let him talk to your mom, check. 

Draw a bath for you, check. 

Climb in the bath with you, double-check. 

It wasn’t until you were defrosted in the clawfoot tub that you realized you were naked with him. 

Rens chest against your back, holding you like his life depended on it. Judging by his shaking, you both were probably suffering from acute hypothermia. You had been silent for so long your voice spooked him a little, “Thank you.” 

He hummed into your hair, which was sitting on top of your head in a messy bun. “Are you okay?” 

You nodded slowly, “Can we go lay down?” 

“Yeah,” Ren hastily got out of the tub, draining it and wrapping you in plush towels. You were still too cold to blush from your nakedness, not how you pictured this going. You imagined you would finally give into him on some drunken party night, barely remembering his reaction to seeing you nude. 

But now he had seen you half-frozen, forced to cradle you back to life. 

------

You squinted from your cocoon, greeted by a dimly lit room. 

One spare lamp on a dingy-looking nightstand, well it wasn’t terrible. It was better than your nightstand in your dorm room… where was your dorm room anyway? 

Something vibrated behind you, followed by a heavyweight sprawling against your back. 

You held your breath, you were in a hotel. 

With a stranger. 

“Shit,” you whispered. 

Okay, you could wiggle out of here. You took a moment to study the room, there was the lamp from before, and some curtains on a metal rod in the far corner. If you managed to get out without being detected you could knock out the assailant. 

“You smell so good.” 

More weight settled on you, now you were trapped. This bear was closing in, who knows what happened while you were asleep! All you could remember was falling asleep at your dorm after the upsetting trip to the airport, then being dragged away. 

Your fingers burning when you tried to use them, being shoved in a car… 

Kylo. 

“Kylo?!” 

“Mhm.” 

You threw your arms up, successfully throwing him off you and the covers. Your limbs screaming at the sudden movement, you were still suffering from the cold. Next to you, curled in a ball, totally catlike, was Ren. 

A sleepy smile gracing his lips, hands curled under his cheek, and legs moving towards his chest, Like a child under a blanket. You gasped when you saw he was naked, “Fuck!” 

You were too. 

“What the fuck, Ren!?” 

“Stop yelling,” you watched his hand bat his nose like an animal, “Come back, you were warm.” 

You huffed, flailing off the bed in search of your bags. 

Memories flooding back to you, he took you here after saving your life. 

The bath. 

Ugh, bad time to remember your kiss the night before. 

Ren sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and blinking slowly. You flushed red when you looked between his legs, shit. How does he walk around with that? Is that why he has bad posture? You choked on your spit when he spread his legs out. 

Sprawling completely on the mattress like he wasn’t in a room with a stranger. 

“Snow hasn’t stopped,” Ren yawned, snapping a hand and pointing between his legs, “Come back.” 

“I’m not doing anything until you have clothes on.” 

He rolled his eyes, now looking you up and down. Focusing on your bare tits, swinging around with your erratic movements. You watched him lick his lips, wagging his eyebrows, “Come on, don’t you want to sit back on the bed?”

You shook your head, crouching down to your bag. Trying to not flash him more of your goods, but that didn’t work. Not with him leaning to the side of the bed to make a show of him peeping on you. 

A wolfish grin splitting his face, “You have a nice ass.” 

“Can you stop,” you huffed, tugging on some sweats you found. 

Ren made a pouting noise when you stood, pushing his bottom lip out while you threaded your arms through a t-shirt. You shivered a little-it was still freezing in the room. Probably from the weather, it sounded like it got worse… hopefully this place would keep power. 

You looked back at the bed, Ren was still manspreading. One of his large paws crawling towards his cock, watching you with the same smirk. He let out a soft sigh when he touched himself, eyes momentarily shutting in bliss. 

“Do you have to do that with me here?” 

He cracked an eye open, “Do you have to be that far away?” 

You scoffed, moving to the corner of the room. Shivering since you were near the window, you plopped down in the cheap armchair. Ignoring the sounds of his fist gliding along his cock, you tucked your feet under your body. Humming a tune to ignore the arousal growing between your legs, there was no way you were caving to him. 

What kind of man does that with a complete stranger present!? 

More importantly, why was it turning you on? 

“Come here,” he whistled, you spared a glance at him. Blushing profusely at the sight, his cock was now fully erect. Standing tall and proud, tip flushed almost purple from want. You quickly looked away, trying to swallow down the drool that gathered in your mouth. 

What would happen if you gave in? 

Not like it would hurt you… he looked so delicious. 

“If I come over there, what's gonna happen,” you whispered, determined to stay put.

With a deep breath, the mattress groaned under his weight, probably leaning back to get comfortable. He seemed to love you being there, watching him, or trying not to. Ren made a small non-committal scoff, “Whatever you want to happen, baby.” 

“Don’t call me that, you know my name.” 

“Meow.” 

Your head snapped towards him, met with his grin. “Come on-you really want me to do this by myself?” he waved his cock, fist tight around the base. You rolled your eyes, training your eyes to focus on the least attractive part about him. 

You were coming up empty, all you could stare at was his cock. 

The prominent vein along the underside thrumming in time with his heartbeat. You could practically feel it along your tongue, rigid and stiff. Slowly, you stood from the chair, met with a soft whine from Ren. Eying your hungrily as you sauntered over, you planted a knee in the mattress. 

Between his legs, which were spread obscenely wide, he licked his lips in anticipation. 

“If I help you, are you going to be nicer to me?” 

He nodded, chest taking in sharp breaths. You slowly leaned back on your heels, stripping your top off, despite him seeing you naked earlier. Surprised when he bit his bottom lip, watching you play with your tits, rolling them in the palm of your hand. Just to make him squirm a bit, “I’ll be nicer, whatever you want.” 

“I’m really cold still,” you spoke softly, making sure to lean in close enough to graze his lips with your own before pulling away, “Can you help warm me up?” 

“Yes,” Ren's hands shot out, kneading your flesh a few times. Debating to grasp your tits or the small of your waist, like a kid in a candy store. So many options, but you didn’t want to wait. If you were doing this, it would be about you.

“Eat me out.” 

He stilled, cocking a brow, “Excuse me?” 

“You heard me,” you exhaled on his neck, being sure to drag your kitty claws along his chest. Briefly grazing his nipples, savoring the way he gasped. “Eat me out, if you make me cum, I’ll let you fuck me. Like the desperate slut you are.” 

Ren scowled for a moment, nudging your face from his neck. Eyes dancing across your face before capturing your lips, moaning softly in your mouth, “I can make you cum so hard you’ll never want another man again.” 

You placed a soft kiss, rolling onto your back dramatically. Splaying your legs wide, “If that's true, why do you fuck a different girl every week?” 

He growled at you, actually growled. 

Hands no longer soft in their quest to memorize your skin, instead Ren pinned your legs hard enough for them to pop. Making you squeal from the stretch, “How fast do you think I can make you cum? Hm?” 

Before you could answer, he dove in. 

Lips wrapping around your clit and suckling fast, tongue flicking out every few seconds. You were already bucking up to meet him, but his firm hold kept you flush. While his tongue began to lap thick stripes along the seam of your pussy. Briefly hooking the tip into your entrance, both of you moaning when he tasted your wetness. 

“Shit-Kylo!” 

“Mm,” his voice vibrated against your clit, continuing his assault until you choked on your spit. You buried your fingers in his hair, keeping him in that right spot. “I’m so fucking close,” you cried out, pleading his name over and over and over. 

“You know,” he popped off, smacking his lips that were glistening with your cum, “I’d rather you cum on my cock.” 

“Wait-” 

Ren flipped you onto your chest, yanking your hips into the air. You barely had time to take a breath before he shoved his cock inside you. His breath hitched as he sank to the hilt, you groaned at the stretch. Now this, this you could get used to.

He pulled out slowly, you heard him swear under his breath. Leaving just the tip of his cock inside and ramming his hips into yours. Pulling a loud scream from your lungs, Ren chuckled at that. Pumping his cock at a rough pace, “Shh-you’re going to upset our neighbors.” 

You huffed, cheap shot, angling your hips a little so his cock would rub up against your front wall. Moaning when he picked up the pace, skin slapping skin. Ren leaned over your form, planting a hand on the headboard to keep it from knocking. You weakly lifted your head, clenching at the sight of his knuckles turning white. 

All you could do was sit and take it, revealing in the bliss you’d denied yourself for four months. 

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Ren dropped you both off at the airport two days later. 

You spent three days together, fucking each other's brains out. 

Choking on his cock while he was brushing his teeth, eating you out while you read through your newsfeed. Bouncing on his cock while he fed you breakfast, you didn’t need to change clothes the entire vacation. 

But you wanted to go home and were thankful for the storm ending so you could head home. It was a little awkward, Ren wasn’t very excited about the snow stopping. It felt like he was trying to stall you leaving but reluctantly listened to your desire to fly home. 

“Got everything?” he mumbled, hitching his backpack over his shoulder. The two of you were waiting in the TSA line, about to part ways to head home. You nodded, giving him a tight smile before stepping up on your own. 

Ignoring the feeling of his eyes on the back of your head. 

Both of you stood awkwardly after making it through, “Well-my gates over here,” you pointed behind you. Ren hummed in acknowledgment, kicking at the ground instead of looking at you. 

“Thanks for letting me crash with you,” you tried again, still nothing. 

You groaned, spinning on your heel. Back to being an asshole, you were kicking yourself for thinking he would be nicer. All he wanted was some pussy, and you willingly gave into him when you should’ve remained strong. 

Your parents picked you up back at home, lots of tears and laughs were shared. Thankful that you made it home without freezing, your mom was grateful for your friend who saved your life. She wanted to call him and tell him how much she appreciated it but you shrugged it off, he was just being nice. He wasn’t your boyfriend or anything, you left out the part that he was the neighbor you always complained about. 

Collapsing on your bed felt surreal like you would wake up and be back in the hotel room at any moment. It was odd not sleeping next to him, you had grown accustomed to his clingy arms. Circling you in the middle of the night when he thought you were dead asleep, smelling your hair before tucking you into his naked chest. 

You tossed and turned all night, groaning when you were woken by your siblings to get up the next morning. Barely sleeping a wink, you resolved to take a nap later to try and not spoil your trip back home. 

At breakfast, your mom yelled at you from the kitchen. 

“Hey hon, someone’s calling you!” 

“Just answer it,” you groaned through a mouthful of cereal. Briefly hearing your mother answer in a typical chipper tone, stalling mid-sentence before she yelled again, “It’s someone named Kyle?” 

Shit, you shot to the kitchen. 

Snatching the phone and escaping to the living room where no one was hiding. 

“Kylo?” 

Hey, didn’t think you’d answer.

“How’d you get my number?” 

Took it while you were napping the other day, I knew you wouldn’t give it to me willingly.

You rolled your eyes, “Alright creeper, what’s up?” 

Just wanted to talk or whatever, felt weird not to. 

Silence. 

Are you gonna let me buy you coffee when we are back?

“You were being serious about that?” 

A scoff. 

Yeah-or we could just fuck again if that’s all you want from this. 

“Coffee sounds good.” 

Cool. Cool. 

It’s a date. 

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[mooniefics]

AFTER CONTEMPLATING FOR SEVERAL MINUTES:

reiner braun 🤪 + “please?? just pretend we’re dating. it’s only for today, i promise!”

this is literally the cutest moonie, i'm proud of you for hitting 250!! ilysm 💖✨💕

oh my gosh i’m so sorry this took me so long,, thank u so much for the request n the congratulations mar !! very happy that my first work for this event can be for my love, our one n only reiner ♡(｡- ω -)

in all your years of knowing reiner, you couldn’t say that you’d ever once heard him sounding so frantic.

“please?? just pretend we’re dating. it’s only for today, i promise!”

those were the exact words he’d used over the phone, imploring for you to come to the official marley high ten-year reunion and pose as his girlfriend. despite how you assured him that you were certain no one would judge him for being single, he seemed adamant that it would be the exact opposite. and after a few apologies for your laughter at his predicament and a brief negotiation over his payment of getting you your favorite drink from the cafe near your workplace for the next few weeks, it was a done deal.

though you admittedly felt a twinge of anxiety upon entering the venue of chattering adults, dressed in the best semi-formal outfit you had in your closet, you could see that he was the more obviously nervous one between the two of you.

“just relax, rei.” you murmured, slipping your hand in his and giggling at the way his arm tensed, “these are your high school friends! i’m sure they’ll be surprised enough that you managed to find a nice girl like me all by yourself—“ he huffed disapprovingly, earning another small laugh, “—and only ask about your work or something.”

you barely finished your brief attempt at a pep talk when a loud voice came from somewhere by the food table. “is that you, braun?!”

reiner’s jaw shifted, a sign you’d come to learn meant him holding back a wince, turning to see a man with slicked back hair and a broad grin on his face approaching. based on his heavy-lidded gaze, paired with the red solo cup tipping dangerously horizontal in his grasp, you assumed he was quite tipsy already.

“considering how late you are, i wasn’t sure you’d even show,” he chuckled, still having to peer up at reiner despite still being taller than you, “but the more i thought about it, the more i remembered you never were the punctual type anyways.”

“great to see you too, porco..” reiner replied half-heartedly, palm already getting clammy in your grasp.

you glanced momentarily between them, deciding to come to your friend’s rescue by clearing your throat, drawing the teasing attention away from him. “actually, he was late because of me.” you flashed a smile, leaning into reiner’s side. “just wanted to look my best since i knew i was gonna be meeting his old friends.”

“holy shit..” porco muttered after a moment of silence, hazel eyes blowing wide as he stared at you like you’d disappear if he blinked even once, only breaking his gaze to turn over his shoulder and call out, “piecky, c’mere! i think reiner’s actually got a fuckin’ girlfriend!!”

you barely stifled a laugh at reiner’s low sigh of discomfort, pointedly ignoring how the people around glanced at porco’s shout. “did you seriously used to hang around with that guy?”

“no..” he grumbled back, “he hung around the people i hung around with and always gave me shit for no reason.”

“wow, rei, feeling a little feisty tonight, are we?”

he scoffed as you reached up to poke at his cheek, able to see the pink flush that had settled over his sharp features despite the dim lighting, dodging your inquiry while he looked ahead. “he’s coming back.”

putting on the smile you’d practiced so many times right back on, you caught sight of a cheerful dark-haired woman sidling over to your small group. “reiner?! you seriously got even taller? who’s this?”

you both exchanged names, offering a hand for her to shake which she eagerly took, turning to reiner for affirmation of your identity, to which he said, “yeah, she's my.. girlfriend...”

“how long have the two of you been together?”

“a couple months—”

“—almost a year.”

you quickly laughed off the sudden nerves of giving conflicting answers, turning back to reiner’s friends and recovering with, “we’re not super big on keeping track of dates. you know how time flies when you love someone.” you turned up to reiner, lips perking into a doting smile, “right?”

his cheeks flushed an even darker red, a sheepish smile brightening his expression. “right.”

“looks like you’re the only single one, pock.” pieck teased, laughing when the man rolled his eyes and huffed.

“you’re still with zeke?” reiner asked, prompting her to extend her left hand, waggling her fingers to show off the large diamond ring on her finger.

“yep, engaged for two years now!”

“apparently still too good to come to anything she invites him to.” porco grumbled in response.

“i already told you he’s on a business trip,” she frowned, taking his cup from his hand and taking a generous sip from it, “i’m sure he would’ve come if he hadn’t had somewhere else to be.”

“whatever you say..” he sighed, letting her finish his drink despite his apparent annoyance.

thankfully, your small slip up had been ignored, allowing both you and reiner to relax when the two finally turned their attention back to you. the night progressed much less turbulently than you’d previously anticipated, reiner allowing you to handle any questions directed at your relationship, not saying anything when you frequently slipped in little white lies to make everything seem more convincing. it didn’t stray terribly far from the truth, you were entirely honest about the way you’d met and the things that had made you “fall in love with him”. 

you took a strange amount of joy in posing as his significant other, just as he gave equally genuine reactions when you wrapped his arm around your shoulder or ate something from his plate of food, flustered and smiling all throughout. for a few brief moments, you almost forgot that he was meant to be pretending too. he’d seemed more than happy to see that you were getting along well with all his old friends.

you learned more about reiner in the hour that you’d been milling around the room with him than you probably ever had in the confines of the job environment that you’d met him in—intrigued to hear that he’d been the captain of the football team, feuded with the neighboring high-school’s while being head over heels for the captain of their cheer team, held the title of champion arm-wrestler for all four years he attended marley—little details that you made you would’ve never known had you never agreed to come. the unintentionally intimidating, humble, easy-to-fluster human resources manager that you’d befriended apparently used to be a total jock, always getting himself into trouble. 

and, based on how many times you’d been congratulated on managing to stick by his side for longer than a few months, you could only assume that you hadn’t even scratched the surface of discovering the entirety of reiner’s character.

eventually, your small group of four that’d you started out the night with had reconvened, tipsy from constantly sipping on spiked punch, an excited exclamation from pieck made all of you turn. “look! the photo booth finally opened up!!”

she was already rushing away for the corner of the venue before anyone could say a word, everyone following suit with a laugh as she stuffed a five dollar bill into the pay slot.

“uhh, pieck, i think this thing was only meant for two people.. max.” porco said after drawing open the curtain, earning a frown from her.

“but i want us all to take a picture together!” she slid into the booth despite the observation, turning to you, “c’mon, i’m sure we could all squeeze in if you sat on reiner’s lap.”

you felt your face flush, knowing there was no way to work around her request without raising some kind of suspicion and ruining the act you’d both somehow maintained for the entire night. “sounds like a plan..!”

you could feel how tense reiner was behind you as you got settled on his thighs, hesitating to rest his hands on either side of you while pieck and porco struggled to work the screen before them. you were starting to regret not asking if this was okay with him before agreeing, but you were sure he would’ve found some way out of the situation if he was truly uncomfortable. he only seemed to be preoccupied with the thought of making you uncomfortable, something which made a flicker of affection warm your chest.

“alright! we’ve got four pictures,” pieck announced, “starting... now! and make the first a normal one!”

the first three pictures were the standard photo booth antics—one with all of you smiling normally, one with all of you making the most ridiculous face you could think of in five seconds, and one of all of you arguing over what the third photo should’ve been.

“do something cute for the last one to make up for the messed up one!” pieck demanded through her laughter, pointing urgently at the countdown on the screen, “hurry up an’ kiss or something!!”

you turned back to look at reiner, wide golden eyes gazing down at you, obviously unprepared for the steadily escalating circumstance that was only being intensified by the chanting of “kiss, kiss, kiss!” coming from the woman who’d paid for the photos in the first place. and although you knew you had no obligation to do what she asked just because she had been so kind to you despite only meeting you tonight, or because the timer was winding down towards zero all too quickly, you still found yourself reaching out a hand to settle just under his jaw, heart racing impossibly fast when you realized he was already leaning down to meet you halfway.

his lips were still sweet with whatever juice had been mixed with alcohol, skin warm and blushing from your proximity, the hand that had been resting in your lap wandering to lace your fingers with his. the exchange didn't last nearly long enough, the click of the camera drawing you back to the cramped reality, pieck's cheers through giggles and porco's disgusted scoff for you two to get a room.

"i better be invited to your wedding!" pieck joked, reaching across you to draw open the curtains in a silent sign for you to pry yourself away from reiner.

"likewise." you replied with a smile, almost giddy with excitement as you clambered out of the photo booth.

though reiner's expression just barely passed as casual, his cheeks were burning red, even the tips of his ears flushed as the four of you waiting for the machine to dispense your photos. the function was winding down fast, and as soon as your drawn-out goodbyes were finally finished, you and reiner left, hand-in-hand, much to talk over but neither of you willing to speak until you'd reached the privacy of his car.

you turned to him, smiling in the dim glow on the lights of his dash, laughing softly at his sheepish expression, "i know you said we'd only pretend for a day but.. you think i could request a little extension?"

[weareallstoriesintheend]

As Long As You Need (Reader x Adam Sackler)

Summary: Adam and Reader are hookup buddies. Adam gets concerned that you don't want to see him for a few weeks and comes over to check on reader. Reader is struggling with anxiety/depression and Adam comforts them through a panic attack.

Warnings: Depression, anxiety & panic attacks

Note: This was the fic I wrote for the Summer 2021 @adcuficexchange for LondonID!🥰 I hope this fic is something that resonates with people, I know mental health is a vast and personal subject but I hope something hits home. Even if it's just some beautiful care from our favourite gremlin 💕

The light of the day was fading slowly and the grey cover of dusk was slipping its way into the room. You lay in bed, head tucked against the pillows, body exhausted with the expense of the energy anxiety was taking from you. You felt empty and yet full to the brim, your mind weighed so heavy that you could barely move most days. The second you heard the loud thumping knocks on your front door you jolted as if waking up from a bad dream.

“Kid you in there?” Adams voice came, muffled by the thick wood of the doors between you, booming through your silence. You realised in that moment that you hadn’t spoken to him or seen him for a while and as someone who was a pretty regular occurrence in your life it suddenly felt strange to hear his voice after such a long time, you pulled your phone out from under the pillow and unlocked it. Your eyes screwed shut at the blinding light, but peeking through your eyelashes you checked your messages. Your last text to him had been nearly 3 weeks ago, then the page was just filled with him texting you again and again. All of which, in the haze of your mind, you had ignored. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him; you craved his cheeky smile, soft hair and adorable galaxy of freckles that smattered his skin. It was just the thought of having to explain the tornado that was tearing you apart that felt like a crushing pressure you couldn’t bear. Basic daily life was enough, sometimes too much, so anything on top of that you had shut out.

You curled yourself into the sheets a little more, pulling them around your shoulders. Although they were soft cotton the brush of them across your overly sensitive skin felt like sandpaper dragging over a raw exposed nerve. You stayed as still as possible whilst his knocks continued to echo through your apartment.

In a way you wondered if you had any obligation to him at all, you guys just hooked up every now and again after meeting at a mutual friends birthday party a year or so ago. Nothing serious, no dates, just fucking. He scratched an itch for you so you didn’t have to brave the dating world that daunted you. He was fun, he made you laugh but he didn’t pressure you to spend any more time with him than coming over to hold you face down into your mattress allowed.

The knocks turned to bangs of a fist and you pulled your blanket over your head, maybe he’d just go away if he thought you weren’t home. Your body thrummed with the disturbance of your comfortable silence and it made you uneasy. A slight nausea rippled through your throat. “I know you’re home” his voice bellowed, you closed your eyes and didn’t respond. “Open the fucking door kid” he shouted, he didn’t sound angry but you couldn’t quite make out the tone. He’d never used it before around you that’s for sure, he almost sounded worried. Then there was more thumping on the door, “Kid, for fucks sake your sweet old lady neighbour is looking at me like I’m fucking nuts, open the door”

You sighed and slung yourself off the bed onto your feet. The rush of movement made your head spin; your muscles and joints ached with a lack of energy. You tiptoed out of the bedroom and into the main room of your apartment, hoping that he couldn’t hear your deliberately soft padding footsteps. With your eyes trained on the door you didn’t notice the chair sticking out from the table and you bumped it as you passed. You froze dead still waiting to see if he’d heard it.

“I can hear you rustling around in there. Just open the fucking door and talk to me”

“I don’t want you to see me” you replied hesitantly, not raising the volume of your voice too high knowing he could hear you through the door now. The croak of your voice finally speaking was crackly and broken. “Why not?”

“I… I don’t look great” you looked at yourself in the reflection of the painting hanging on the wall. In the glass you could just about see yourself looking back; your hair was greasy and dishevelled, your eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with red and dark circles created a deep shadow underneath them. You suddenly balked at how awful you actually looked, you hadn’t showered in a few days and it really showed. Your face looked kind of gaunt with the limited food and sleep you’d given yourself for the last few weeks, mind always racing with one thought after another. The racing thoughts only leaving space for the basics of working at your laptop for 8 hours a day and activities to numb your mind till a restless bedtime. “Are you kidding?” he scoffed, thumping his fist once against the door, “I’ve seen you sweating, crying and covered in my cum… I don’t think you looking a little messy is going to be bother me” You cringed at how loud he was talking and in your embarrassment you frantically pulled the door open, “Jesus Adam don’t say that so loud my neighbours will hear y-“ you paused mid-sentence when you saw how he was looking at you. He was shocked and trying to hide it but his eyes were wide with sympathy. You instantly went to close the door on him again but he put his overly large foot in the way.

“Nope, no way! You opened it, I’m like a vampire, you’ve got to let me in now” he smiled cheekily. You sighed and let go of the door walking away from him. “Listen I don’t know why you’re here” you said, voice trailing behind you as you made your way to the couch hearing him step inside and close the door behind him, “I don’t really think I’m in any fit state to be fucking anyone” “I’m not here to fuck you” he retorted, for some reason that kind of stung. “Then why are you here?” you said, nestling into the couch cushions as he firmly placed himself standing in front of you. Adam was staring down at you with that intense glare he always seemed to have and you squinted your eyes, hurting due to the light from the windows, to look up at him. “Why am I here? You haven’t talked to me for like… three weeks. What the fuck do you think I’m doing here? I thought I was going to find you rotting in the bathtub or some shit” You rolled your eyes “I’m fine” “Oh right this…” he paused, flailing his arms at the quite frankly disgusting state of your living room, “… this is ‘fine’?” “This is as good as it gets” you muttered under your breath. He scoffed and you looked up at him, you took a second to take him in. He’d clearly run here, the beads of sweat were trailing gently down his temples and had matted the curly little front pieces of his hair. The outfit he was wearing, a dark blue cut off tank top, grey knee length shorts and heavy tan work boots over cream socks, would look kind of uncoordinated on anyone else but something about Adam always just… made sense.

“What do you mean?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“Nothing” you rolled your eyes again, “You know you can just go right? I don’t even know why you’re bothering”

“What are you talking about kid? I wanted to make sure you were alright. You went all ghost on me and I was worried about you”

“Worried?” now it was your turn to scoff, you could feel the sickening panic rolling around inside your stomach and you needed him to leave.

“Yeah kid… worried” Adams voice suddenly had a tinge of anger behind it and it made the panic swirl harder around inside you.

“Well I don’t need you to worry about me. That’s not your job, your job is to fuck me and leave. And you’re good at that. So you do your job and I’ll do mine”

“Not true” he retorted, face screwed up a little against the harshness of your words.

“You were the one that set those rules Adam” you replied, frustration tainting your words “You don’t need to act like you give a shit”

“Hey when I commit, I really commit” “Commit to what?” you shouted, losing a little of your patience as your ears started to ring and the blood pumped through your body like a steady beat of music. “Commit to you!” he yelled back “We may not be dating or whatever but when I want someone in my life I work for that. Clearly you don’t…we are supposed to be fucking friends after all!”

He had every right to be mad, you had barely treated him like a human being lately and the wash of guilt made your heart start to jump in its rhythm. You could feel the brush of heat up the back of your neck and your pulse thudding in your ears. You shook your head wishing away what you knew was happening; the panic of the overwhelming sense of everything was rising up from your toes. He couldn’t see you like this, it was too embarrassing.

Although your breath was basically coming out like gasps you looked up at him and firmly said “Please leave”

He shook his head “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re avoiding me. Did I do something?” You stood up from your seat on the couch but didn’t get very far, your body felt over stimulated and you couldn’t get your mind clear enough to decide where to go to escape him. So you started pacing back and forth, hands clenching and unclenching at your sides.

“Adam please just go” this time your voice betrayed you even further, the tell-tale break in your speech giving away the tears that had begun to brim in your eyes. You pushed the base of your palms harshly into your eye sockets, rubbing away the tears. “Hey hey hey” he said softly, reaching out for your wrists and you flinched back, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Please just leave!” you shouted, panicked breath coming out of you in heavy pants. “I can’t breathe” you whispered to yourself turning away from him. Your tears, now virtually unstoppable, cascaded down your cheeks as the panic truly set in. You swayed slightly as you began to feel light-headed.

“Tell me what you need” you heard him say, but his voice felt like it was miles away from you even as he stood mere steps away with his hands outstretched slightly in your direction.

This was it, you were officially going crazy. You couldn’t even handle a simple conversation or own up to your shitty actions. You stole a glance at Adam, his eyebrows were pulled down with concern watching you and a wave of nausea rolled up into the back of your throat. He was going to think you were insane after this, this was the last time you were ever going to see him and this was how you were acting. You felt your cheeks heat up, burning with panic and embarrassment. One of the only things that kept you afloat, the only thing had made you happy as of late, was going to walk out. You could imagine him telling his friends about the crazy chick he used to fuck on the side, “She just totally flipped out on me, honestly man fucking nuts” you could practically hear his voice already, full of mocking vitriol towards you.

Then you really started to hyperventilate, chest aching with the weight of your gasps, but something in the back of your mind gave you respite… that wasn’t Adam. That wouldn’t be how he would act. He was kind. You glanced up at him as your hands began to shake violently.

“I-I’m sorry” you stuttered out, you felt your body collapse underneath you as the room began to spin around you. He dove forward to catch you as your body buckled down to the hard wooden floor.

“Come here” his voice was gentle and barely audible to you but he held you tight, this time you didn’t flinch and he quickly gathered you into his arms in the fear you would move away from him again. “It’s just a panic attack, you’re going to be okay. I’m right here, it’ll be over soon” As he pulled you into his chest, seating himself on the floor with you, he stretched his long legs out around you so his whole body was caging you against him. Your breath instantly started to slow down as the warmth and closeness of him soothed you. He didn’t speak too much, he just calmed your mind with hushed whispers of “Shhh” and “You’re going to be okay”.

You clung yourself to him, vibrating with the force of the trembles that were wracking your body. Your teeth chattered in your head causing you to screw your eyes closed in pain. Your fingers wound tight in his shirt as your breathing finally began to even out. Your body released some of the tension that was winding your muscles tight and you leant a little more into his chest.

“H-how did you know?” you stammered, voice barely above a whisper as you regained your breath.

He shrugged “My mom used to get them… and my sister for a while. I’m used to it.” he smiled softly, lips merely twitching up at the edges as he gauged your reaction. He stroked his large hand through your tangled hair, massaging his fingers over your scalp as your body relaxed and you sighed. “Better?” he asked, placing a careful kiss to the top of your head. You nodded, the scent of his cologne and sweat drifted over you as you kept yourself gripped against him, not quite ready to be moved from his warmth.

“You didn’t have to do this” you croaked, looking up at him now. He shook his head and rolled his eyes jokingly, a smirk coming over his lips as he does it.

“You know we don’t just have to fuck right? We can be more than that.” he chuckled, holding your face gently with one hand, “We can also talk, we are friends right?”

You nodded again, looking up at him with wide glassy eyes. He kissed the tip of your nose and you scrunched it.

“Listen maybe we’re just friends for a little while. We can… get lunch or walk through the park when the weather gets better. Whatever you want” he shrugged, you smiled at the level of effort he was so clearly trying to give. Adam hated stuff like that, lunches out and walks in the park; he often said how trivial it all seemed to him. He liked to be at home in his own little world. So the fact he was offering to make you feel better was more than enough to bring a smile to your face. You nodded and giggled when he pumped the air with his fist in celebration.

“And you know, if you need someone to come with you to therapy or whatever I can do that too” he mumbled clearly unsure how you would respond, “You still go to therapy right? I know you mentioned it a while ago and I figured-“ he began to ramble nervously. You pressed your hand into his chest and nodded.

You pushed yourself up a little and placed a kiss to his cheek, “That would help, thank you”

He shuffled a little and rose to get to his feet before extending a hand out to you. You clasped your hand across his, so much smaller in his grasp, and used his body weight to pull yourself up on unsteady legs. He wrapped his arms around you a little bit, his body hunched over yours protectively.

“But first, you need food… and a shower” he paused for a moment, making small grunt-like thinking noises as he looked you over. Then all at once he dipped and gathered you up in his arms, you squealed loudly and wrapped your arms around his neck “What are you doing?” you protested through unsure giggles.

He didn’t say anything but started walking towards your bathroom. He kicked the door open with the toe of his boot and swung his arms so that your head just missed the door frame. He propped you, sitting upright, on the edge of your bathtub before reaching up and turning on your shower. He gestured for you to stand as the water began heating up behind you. Soft clouds of steam quickly started to rise up around the room and he nodded with satisfaction. He tentatively tugged at the base of your oversized-hoodie and you raised your arms above your head. He slipped your hoodie off in one swift motion and dropped it to the floor beside you both. You self-consciously crossed your arms over your now bare chest and he smiled down at you. He placed a kiss to your forehead before kneeling down to wriggle your panties off your hips and down your legs. You shuffled shyly, despite the fact he’d seen you naked so very many times, and stepped out of them as he reached your ankles. He tossed them on top of your hoodie, placing a tender kiss to your stomach as he knelt in front of you, before standing back up to his full height “I’ll get you fresh stuff and wash those” he noted, almost to himself as he spun you by your shoulders so you had your back to him. “You get in there” he pointed to the steady stream of hot water creating billows of steam in the small bathroom, “And I’m going to make you some soup, you still have cans of that chicken one you like?” You nodded once and he placed a firm kiss to your shoulder. With his hands on your waist he placed a final kiss to the top of your head before his touch left you completely. You smiled at his constant need to show you physical care, it was like he understood how even simple affection could heal even the worst of the pain your brain could throw at you. You turned to look over your shoulder as he left the room; like he sensed your hesitation he stopped and turned to look at you with a sweet smile…

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’ll stay with you as long as you need me too”

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Grant You a Universe | Luke Patterson

Requested: Yes/No

wait because here me out, Luke as a quarterback AU like— imagine that, yeah imma request that, a luke quarterback au pls 🥺BUT HES THE COCKY GET ALL THE GIRLS QUARTERBACK YEAH YEAH AND READER IS POPULAR BUT THEY DON’T DATE BUT EVERYONE WANTS THEM TO BE THE POPULAR COUPLE CLICHÉ OMG

A/N: This is the longest I ever worked on a fic, I think? I hope you like it! 

Pairing: 90′s!Luke x Reader

Song(s) used: None (WHAT?! Yeah, I know, shocking!)

Warnings: Cheating, implied abuse, party, drinking, someone is drunk, aggression

Words:  6,868

The first time he saw her was Freshman year during football tryouts. While he was on the field, trying to pay attention to whatever the coach was blabbing about, she was running around it. Her ponytail whipping around her head as her feet pounded against the red gravel of the race rink. She was a flash of pink and brown hair, but it was enough for Luke to become infatuated with her. He didn’t even care when he became the quarterback that year. All he cared about was her. He needed to know who she was and ask her on a date, even if it were the last thing he did.  

The first time he ever spoke to her was a few days later, after their first game in Freshman year. She was sitting in the bleachers, cheering on the team, and Luke couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter as this beautiful girl cheered him on with every touchdown he scored. 

After the game, she came down to say hi to Bobby, the team’s Running Back and the girl’s best friend. Luke knew this. He had seen the two of them together a lot during lunches and in the hallways, but never dared to ask the boy that became a friend of his too, what this girl’s name was or what her deal was. 

But the fact that she came to say hi to him, gave Luke an opportunity to talk to her, too. “Hey, Bobbers, nice touchdowns,” the girl teased her best friend, who hadn’t scored any today. He did assist on some of Luke’s touchdowns. 

“Oh, shut it, y/n,” Bobby muttered and shoved her in the shoulder. He turned when Luke patted him on the back as he joined the group. “Good game, Patterson,” he said to the floppy haired boy next to him. The boy who couldn’t keep his eyes off his best friend for one second. 

“You too, Bobbers,” he repeated y/n’s nickname for her best friend, earning an eyebrow raise from the girl he’s been crushing for a week straight now. Even her eyes were captivating. The dark brown reflected gold in the setting sun.    

“You making fun of my nicknames, Patterson?” she asked, one corner of her mouth tugging up into a smirk. The boy became a stuttering mess at the teasing tone in her voice. 

“No, I uhm… I-I…” he scratched the back of his neck at a loss for words. “I’m Luke, by the way.” Y/N giggle reached his ears like a sweet lullaby. She shook her head at the boy. 

“Oh, I know.” 

Her straightforward reply haunted his brain for years to follow. He never knew what it meant but it became the thing that started a blossoming friendship. A friendship that made them the infamous ‘it-couple-that-wasn’t-a-couple’ by junior year. A title neither of you wanted, being in the ‘popular’ clique was already too much. 

“Chicaaaas!” Luke called out as he and Bobby walked into the student lounge where y/n and Lydia, her best friend and captain of the cheerleading team, were having some tea and chatting about girl stuff -- as Luke himself liked to say. “Party tonight at Alexis Bryan’s place, are we going or?” he rubbed his hands together as if he’d just concocted the greatest scheme of all time. 

Y/N smiled up at both boys and said, “Lyds and I were actually talking about having a sleepover tonight and making a puzzle together.” The two boys groaned and rolled their eyes at her answer. “What?” she asked. 

“You sound like two grandmas!” Bobby exclaimed and ran his hand through his dark hair. 

“Hey! No hate against grandmas!” Lydia exclaimed with a scowl on her face. Bobby raised his hands in defense before everyone turned to Luke, who was looking down at y/n. 

“I don’t know, Luke… I really don’t feel like running into Matt tonight.” 

“Come on, y/n. I’m literally nothing with my party partner in crime!” His eyes begged and pleaded, which was something y/n hadn’t quite learned how to resist yet. She’d tried to. Many a time. But she always had to give in eventually. 

Even now. “Fine,” she said. “But you’re gonna have to promise to dance with me!” Luke rolled his eyes at the compromise, but couldn’t help the smile finding its way to his cheeks. No matter how hard it was for y/n to say no to Luke, it was twice as hard for him to say no to her. 

“Fine,” he grumbled. 

That night, as y/n took her scalding hot shower in preparation for the party, she reminisced over the past few years and how much her life changed since she started high school. Her mind wandered over the first day, when she clung to Bobby’s bicep because she was so scared of all the new things around her. She remembered how tiny and scared she felt, but all of that washed away when Bobby reassured her he wouldn’t leave her side. Only when he went to try out for football and she tried out for the running team. Then her mind jumped to the day she met Luke at the football game and how he immediately caught her attention. Ever since that day, her life had become this big-ass chaos. If it weren’t for Luke, she would probably just be part of the sprint relay team. But thanks to being so close to the quarterback, y/n was popular by association. Though, she wouldn’t change it for the world. What she would change was how all her dates had always been scared of Luke. All except for one. Matthew. He somehow managed to get through Luke’s and Bobby’s shield of brotherly protection -- as they called it. The two had been together for a few months until the whispers started. Whispers about Matthew cheating on y/n, or y/n cheating on Matthew with Luke. None of which was very healthy for the relationship, so they broke it off. 

It would’ve been friendly if she didn’t see Matthew the day after their break up kissing one of her teammates. That’s when she knew the whispers about him weren’t just rumors. Even up until this day, she wondered if her sister ever had a thing with him, like the whispers suggested. 

As her Ace of Base CD played on her stereo, she started to make a move-on with her outfit and makeup. She opted for a black body con dress with spaghetti straps that accentuated her curves in just the right places. For her makeup, she decided on a neutral look and swiped the light browny color across her eyelids. 

By the time she started applying her mascara, there was a light tapping on her window. She turned around to find Luke on the small balcony at your window. He was wearing his Screams from The Attic band tee with the sleeves cut off and his trusty black jeans, decorated with the infamous chains and blue rabbit’s foot. 

She opened the window door to let him in and turned to grab her shoes. “Hey, you re--wowza!” he cut himself off when his eyes took in every inch of the girl in front of him. A blush crept to y/n’ cheeks as she strapped the black heels on. “That’s a fly outfit, girl.” 

“Thanks, Patterson. Let’s bounce, yeah?” 

Luke climbed over the stone enclosure of the balcony and carefully let himself hang down from the bottom before letting go and landing gracefully on his feet. He whispered a ‘yes’ under his breath before looking up to find y/n climbing over as elegantly as she could. Though, with that dress on, she was about to flash someone and the lucky recipient of the little sneak peek was of course Luke. 

“Is today a special occasion?” he asked. Y/N turned her head to look down at Luke while hanging onto the balcony for dear life. “You only wear red lingerie on special occasions.” 

“Why are you looking down my dress, you creep?” The giggle that followed the words reassured Luke that she wasn’t offended by it. It was a typical thing to bicker about in their friendship. 

“You flashed your knickers at me, Peaches, don’t blame me.” He held his hands up in defense, shooting her a sheepish look. Y/N scoffed at that and rolled her eyes before dropping down to hang from the balcony the same way Luke had done. 

“You are so lucky I love you,” she mumbled and then screamed, “Patterson, think fast!” She let go, and hoped Luke would be fast enough to catch her since she wasn’t going to stick the landing on her heels quite as much as Luke did. Thankfully though, Luke’s fast reflexes made him move underneath her just in time to catch her, bridal style. 

Their eyes locked for a moment, both of them suddenly realizing how close they really were. A smile made its way to y/n’s features and she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek before flicking her legs out of his grasp and patting his chest twice. 

“Thanks, buddy. That was like a crazy trust fall.” 

Leaving Luke behind to reflect on whatever just happened, y/n skipped towards Bobby’s car and got into the passenger’s seat. She planted a kiss on Bobby's cheek and then turned around as Luke got in the back, finding two other boys she knew all too well. 

 “‘sup homies?” she grinned cheesily at the blonde and brunette she knew as Alex and Reggie. The two other members of Sunset Curve, the band Bobby and Luke formed when they met in freshman year. 

The two boys smiled back at y/n while Luke gave her a glare, probably because she stole his seat in the front. However, y/n didn’t care or notice, for that matter. Her mind was wrapped up in something else instead. 

“So, Alex…” she started, capturing the blond guy’s attention. “How was your date with Driss?” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and it sent a scarlet color up to Alex’s cheeks. Even though his parents didn’t care for his sexual orientation, he was glad his friends supported him, even if that meant y/n’s curiosity in his dating life. 

“It was okay…” he replied humbly, but y/n wasn’t y/n if she let this slide. 

“Where did he take you? What did you do? What did you wear?” she gasped, “Did you kiss?” The boys collectively chuckled at y/n’s antics. All of them had endured her searching for cute date stories. 

“He took me to this really pretty lake where we had a picnic and we screamed into the dark,” he reminisced dreamily with a tender smile on his face. Y/N’s heart melted at the sight of Alex’s happiness. It was about time he got a happy ending too. 

“Did you kiss?” she repeated her question. 

Alex exhaled, a pout forming on his face as he said, “No… But! He did ask me for a second date tomorrow!” Y/N’s face lit up entirely as she clapped her hands giddily, making Alex laugh. 

“I am so happy for you, Alex.” She reached out her hand between the two front seats, and Alex grabbed it, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. 

The car abruptly came to a stop, causing y/n to lose her balance a little. “The hell, dude?” she asked Bobby, glaring at the driver. 

“We’re here, so unless you wanna continue this little tea party, get out of my car!” Y/N glanced at the other boys, who were equally as confused about the boy’s sudden behavior. 

“Someone needs to get laid tonight,” y/n muttered while she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of Bobby’s jeep, the boys following suit. She came to a halt in front of the house, looking up at the castle of a house. Music was thumping through the white brick walls and people were bustling about on the front lawn, smoking, drinking and talking. 

“You ready?” Reggie asked, placing a hand on y/n’s left shoulder while another hand grabbed her right one. Looking up, she found Alex smiling down at her with that reassuring smile of his. When she felt another hand on her right shoulder and a kiss to the back of her head, she knew she was good to go. She had all her best friends with her. She would be fine, even if she ran into the devil’s spawn. 

“If you wanna dip, just give us the sign and we’ll bounce,” Luke told her as he stood behind her. Slowly, but surely, y/n began to nod her head, mentally preparing herself for what’s about to come. 

She'd made up a million of scenes where she’d confront Matthew, coming up with the wittiest comebacks she could possibly think of. The perfect monologue that would forever be stuck in her head since she was too much of a shy girl to actually say those out loud. She might seem like a clever, obnoxious popular girl, but deep down, she was still the little geek from Middle School at heart. 

“Good to go,” she mumbled and started her way up to the house with Alex’s hand still in hers and the other boys safely surrounding her. 

As they walked into the house, they turned a few heads and with it began the rumor mill, like it always did. There was always something to spill about the group, it seemed. 

“Y/N!” a loud shriek brought y/n back out of her thoughts. When she looked up, she found Lydia walking up to them with arms wide open. As she hugged her best friend, y/n could smell the alcohol on her. 

“Hey, Lyds,” y/n chuckled, “Been here long?” She pushed the strawberry blonde hair off her and took in her presence. She was wearing her lucky red dress with the plunging neckline, which was enough information for y/n to know her best friend was drinking for some courage to get a boy into her bed. 

“About an hour,” she slurred, and then her eyes fell on the boys behind y/n. Another shriek deafened y/n as the girl stumbled into Reggie’s arms for a hug. The boy giggled, steadying the tipsy girl. Each on their turn, the boys handed the drunk girl off to the next, knowing she wouldn’t stop until she had hugged every single one of them. “So, what are we thinking, shots?” she asked as she leaned on Bobby’s shoulder for balance. 

“I think you need some soda,” Bobby replied before grumpily grabbing Lydia’s hand and leading her towards the kitchen. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched the two walk off. Something wasn’t quite right with her best friend, she just couldn’t place a finger on what it was. 

“What’s gotten his panties in a twist?” she asked the others, who all simply shrugged. 

Within the first ten minutes, the group was split up. While y/n was talking to her running team, Alex was occupied with Driss, Reggie was playing beer pong with some people and Luke was, unsurprisingly flirting with some girl.   

Luke was notorious for his flirting with girls, so it didn’t surprise y/n too much when her eyes fell on the popular quarterback, surrounded by a bunch of cheerleaders. Though she had to admit, she loved it most when the flirting was directed at her instead of other girls. 

When their eyes locked, Luke shot her a wink with that overconfident smirk on his face that made y/n roll her eyes. After blowing him a kiss, y/n walked back into the kitchen for a refill of her beer. If she was going to survive this party, she was going to need some more party fuel. 

“Hey, y/n!” a familiar voice sounded from the other side of the kitchen. When she looked up, she found Astrid and Alexis Bryan, hostesses of tonight’s soiree. It was Astrid who’d called her name. Y/N raised her red cup at the girl as she made her way over to her, leaving her sister by herself. “How you doing?” 

“Pretty good. Nice party you got going on here,” she answered, nodding her head to the dancing students in her living room. Astrid chuckled and sipped from her own beer while leaning against the counter. 

“Yeah, it is pretty rad,” Astrid mumbled, “Though, we have to thank Alexis for that. Could never have done this myself, but she did, so…” A snicker left y/n’s body as she softly tapped her foot to the beat of the music and her eyes scanned the party. 

“Let’s go dance, hm?” Astrid held out her hand for y/n to take, which she gladly did, and let the girl lead her towards the dance floor while sipping her beer. 

It’s about time y/n let loose for once. She always used to get so worked up at parties, knowing Matthew was going to be there and she’d tell the boys she wanted to leave before it ever got any fun. But this time, she wasn’t going to let a boy ruin her fun. She was here now, she looked bomb and was having fun with some of the girls from her class. 

“Y/N!” Lydia’s voice shrieked once more as she joined y/n on the dance floor with a red cup in her hand while the other landed on the back of y/n’s neck, pulling her in to kiss her on the cheek. “You know I love you, right?” 

Y/N glanced over at Bobby, who was keeping an eye out for Lydia from a few feet away. 

“I tried to give her soda,” he shrugged. Y/N rolled her eyes as an amused smile made its way to her cheeks. “It’s your best friend,” he added with his hands raised in defense. 

Y/N reached out and grabbed Bobby’s wrist, pulling him into the group to dance. He was hesitant at first, but eventually gave in and sang along to the song at the top of his lungs while supporting Lydia in a dance. 

Soon, Reggie and Alex had joined the group too, and y/n just knew tonight would be amazing. All she ever needed were her friends, some good music and booze. 

“Having fun, sweetheart?” Y/N’s skin crawled upon hearing the voice and feeling the familiar hands on her waist. That amazing night did not include him. 

She stopped moving all together and stepped away from him, only for him to pull her closer. 

“Let go, Matt!” she yelled and tried to step away again. He twirled her around, leaving his hands firmly on her waist. His bright blue eyes looked down at her with that familiar smile of his playing at his lips. A smile that used to make her heart swell now felt like a violation. 

“Ah, you still remember the sound of my voice,” he cooed. One hand came up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’ve missed you, y/n. I know we broke up, but I realize now that it was a mistake. We’re perfect for each other…” 

Y/N almost melted as the words reached her ears until she was reminded by the past they shared. Until she was reminded of what he’d done to her and how much it  had hurt. All the pain and sadness suddenly came back to her. She was feeling all of it again. 

She took a step back, finally freeing herself from his claws. She said, “Don’t.” Her eyes were dark and angry, her face stoic. A whole new side of y/n Matthew had never seen before. As he muttered her name, he took a step closer, wanting to hold her in his arms again. “Don’t take another step in my direction,” she said, now a lot firmer than before. “Don’t ever think you can apologize your way back into my arms, Matt.” 

The commotion had grabbed everyone’s attention so much so that even the music had stopped abruptly. Luke got up from leaning against the wall with a girl pinned against it, when he heard y/n’s voice raise, while her other friends perked up too. 

“Please, y/n… You’re the only person I ever loved. You’re the only person I still love.” 

Y/N scoffed at this and shook her head in disbelief while kissing her teeth. “Do you think I’m naive, Matt?” Matt looked up at her, pleadingly. “You really think I’d fall for your lies? After everything we’ve been through? After everything you’ve done to me?” She didn’t care who was watching, she needed to get the monologue she’d thought of in the shower out of her system. It’s now or never. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, y/n… I thought we broke up as friends?” 

A collective gasp fell over the whole entire room, followed by the usual whispers. 

“Yeah, we did. Until I found out you already had your tongue down Sam’s throat the day after. The day after, Matt! I know you were seeing her and so many other girls while we were dating. I hear the whispers too, you know? And I thought, I really thought you were speaking the truth when you told me none of the whispers were true.” Her voice wavered, but she took a deep breath and bit back the tears. She had to stay strong. 

“Fine, the rumors were true, but so what, y/n?! The whispers about you were true, too!” The volume of his voice grows, his tone sharper, firmer. Back when they were dating, y/n got scared whenever the volume of his voice rose, but not this time.   

Y/N shook her head, her tongue gliding over her teeth. “You hear whispers from people around you, saying I slept with Luke when you know damn well that Luke’s like my brother and we don’t look at each other that way. When you hear whispers, you have to scream and you’re screaming at me for being disloyal when the only one who was ever loyal in our relationship was me. I know about whispers, Matt. I saw the way you looked at my sister. At Alexis. At Amber. At Sam. So don’t you dare say I was ever the only one you loved. Because you, Matthew, don’t love anyone or care about anyone but yourself.”

Luke jammed his hands into his pockets as he listened to y/n’s words. Even though they hurt, he couldn’t help but feel proud of her for standing up to her oppressor. He watched as y/n said her final words before running up the stairs, leaving everyone confused and in a humble of even more rumors and whispers. Shaking his head, he followed y/n upstairs, finding her on the balcony at the end of the hallway. 

“So, you finally did it, huh?” His voice made her jump slightly, but she calmed down straight away when realizing it was just him. “Your monologuing in the mirror paid off.” He went to stand next to her, leaning against the concrete enclosure. 

Y/N wiped the tears away with the back of her hand, chuckling. Of course Luke would know she’d been practicing in her mirror. This had been brewing for a while and now that it was finally out in the open, lingering in the air in that living room down there, she didn’t know if she should feel relieved or scared. 

“Hey,” Luke nudged her with his shoulder, shooting a small smile, “I’m proud of you.” 

Her lips curled up into a smile before she wrapped both arms around his bicep, her head resting against his shoulder as she took a deep breath. “I can’t believe I said all of that in there,” she chuckled. 

“Yeah, me neither,” said Luke and he pressed a kiss to her hair before laying his head down on hers. “Did you see Matt’s face though? He was genuinely scared of you just then.”

Y/N scoffed and let go of him, making her way to the small bench in the corner of the small terrace. “I doubt he was scared of me. What he was, was shocked because I never talked back to him whenever we fought.” 

Luke turned around, but kept leaning against the fence, crossing his arms. “I’m glad you finally did. That asshole needed to know that what he was doing wasn’t cool. He needed to know that that’s not how you treat a woman.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrow at him, leaning back on her hands. “And you know how to treat a woman.” Luke wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement, so he didn’t answer straight away. He mulled over a good answer as he walked up to her, taking a seat next to her on the bench, their shoulders touching. 

"You know how I’d treat a woman?” he asked. 

“Please, enlighten me,” she replied. 

Luke inhaled deeply before the words poured out of him like he’d been the one monologuing this in front of his mirror. “I would treat her like a goddess. I would build her temples out of words and love and affection. I would make sure she was happy and satisfied before my own needs were fulfilled. I’d write songs to her and she’d be my muse for my music. I would build empires of paragraphs, castles of melodies inspired by her. I would flood her senses with words and make sure she knew all of that was for her. I would build her a whole new world. I’d grant her a universe filled with words and music of love.”    

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Woah, Patterson…” Luke shrugged and offered her a shy smile before looking out into the dark night in front of them. “Careful or you’ll make me fall in love with you.” 

“That’s the intention,” he muttered, but his words were overpowered by Lydia’s shrieking. 

“Here you are!” she yelled, then turned her head to someone inside. “Bobbers! I found our love birds!” She turned her head to the two on the bench and smiled. “Come on, you guys! There’s a party downstairs! We need to celebrate y/n’s greatest victory ever!” 

“We can dip if you don’t wanna go back out there,” Luke told her as she stood up. 

“I think I’ll be okay,” she smiled thankfully at him before reaching out her hand for him to take. “Come on, let’s get jiggy!” Luke smirked before gently placing his hand in hers and letting her pull him up to his feet. 

Together, the two of them followed Lydia and Bobby back downstairs to the party, their fingers laced together as they made their way through the crowd. As if on cue, the people started to whisper again as they passed, but y/n didn’t care. She had her best friends with her, she just stood up to her ex-boyfriend, and she found out her best friend was a feminist. There’s no better night than that. She was not going to let it get ruined by a few whispers. 

For the rest of the night, y/n danced and partied with her friends until the sun came up again and it was time to head home. Like every other party night, the six of them ended up in Bobby’s garage. Luke and y/n snuggled up on his couch, Bobby and Lydia in a sleeping bag together, and Reggie and Alex spooning on an air mattress. 

Can’t get more perfect than that.   

 New week, fresh start, people always said. Y/N used to think of it as bullshit, but this time around, she could actually feel it. She felt refreshed, as if a whole new world opened up to her. As if she’d started a new chapter, nay, a new book. One with a happy continuation. One without Matt. 

Monday also meant practice after school. For all of them. The football team had practice out on the field while the sprint relay team ran around it and the cheerleaders practiced on the sidelines. It was the one extracurricular they did together without actually doing it together. 

“Hey, y/n…” a voice she recognized as Sam’s made her look away from the boys on the football field. Her voice sounded ambivalent, which confused y/n as the girl would normally be chirpy and cheery. 

“Hey, Sam. ‘Sup?” y/n gathered her long hair in both hands and tied it up at the top of her head with a bright pink scrunchie. 

“I just--I wanted to apologize for what I did…” she mumbled, her eyes cast on her fidgeting finger. Y/N had never seen her teammate like this. The otherwise lively sport nut now sounded guilty and like the light had been snuffed out of her. “I knew you and Matt were together and I still let him…” she trailed off as though saying the words would make them true. 

Y/N flinched at the mention of the boy’s name. She had hoped it wouldn’t have been brought up and besides the occasional whisper she’d caught during lunch, the objective had been quite successful. Until now. 

“I really don’t wanna talk about him right now, Sam,” y/n muttered, and when she looked up at Sam, she knew she had to say something to ease the girl’s mind. “But this wasn’t your fault. Matt should’ve not tried anything with you. He was the disloyal one, he was the one that cheated on me, not you.” A teasing grin played at y/n’s lips when she continued, “You know, unless you’re gonna tell me now you doped yourself up for practice and are gonna make me lose.” 

Sam worriedly looked up, but when she noticed the grin on y/n’s face, she immediately calmed down and couldn’t help but laugh. 

She shook her head, “No, I’m no cheater.” 

Y/N’s lips curled up into a smile as she grabbed Sam’s hand and squeezed it, letting her know the two are on good terms. Nothing should ever break up the team, especially not a boy. 

“She's talking about you, y/n?” 

Speak of the devil… 

Y/N turned around to where the voice came from, finding a tense Matt in front of her. She should’ve known there was no way of avoiding him all day today. 

“I knew you were lying to me. I knew you and Patterson were a thing and you cheated on me with him.” His voice resounded across the entire area, attracting everyone’s attention with the sudden commotion. 

The football team stopped their exercise half-way, much to the coach’s dismay, and the cheerleaders broke up their human pyramid to find out what was going on. Luke, Bobby and Lydia were the only ones of each team to give incentive to the rest of the team to walk up to the ex-couple fighting. 

“And you just kept on guilting me because I was the only one to be disloyal,” Matt grunted, shaking his head in disbelief. “I heard the whispers, y/n. I heard what happened the other night!” 

Y/N’s eyebrows rose, unimpressed at his outburst. “What did you hear this time, Matthew?” 

“You and Patterson getting dirty on the balcony at Bryan’s party!” he spat, and drops of saliva actually found their way to y/n’s face. She kissed her teeth before wiping her cheek with one forceful finger. 

“Have you learned nothing, asshole?!” y/n shouted. She wasn’t going to keep her cool anymore. Ever since Friday, she learned that she was able to stand up to herself, no matter how scary Matt could get. 

She stepped forward, erasing the space between the two as they stood chest-to-chest. Seeing this, Luke halted and averted his eyes. He thought this situation would actually give him a hand at finally asking y/n out for real, but it seemed like the two were about to make up. 

“Didn’t you learn about whispers being just that, whispers? Nothing happened between Luke and me. Not when we were dating, not at Alexis’ party. And the fact that you even dare to insinuate I would be capable of cheating just shows once more that you don’t know me and you don’t care about me.” She pressed her index finger to his chest harshly. “You are a selfish, self-indulgent prick who doesn’t deserve all the wonderful women that have thrown themselves at you. You don’t deserve anything and--” y/n flinched as she watched his hand come up and two hands pulled her away from Matt. 

“Patterson, stay out of this,” Matt growled. Y/N opened her eyes at the mention of her best friend’s name, finding him between her and her ex now. As she turned her head, Bobby was standing behind her, his hands on her shoulder. 

Matt turned back to Y/N, the growl persistent on his face. “No,” Luke said, capturing Matt’s attention once more. 

“No?” His voice was abrasive, a tone y/n had gotten used to over the years. 

“No,” Luke repeated. He glanced back at y/n before jamming his hands into his trousers and looking at Matt again. Though Luke was a lot smaller than the broad, tall teenager in front of him, his confidence was twice the size of the other footballer. “Technically, you’re pinning me down as a home wrecker, so you pretty much pulled me into this yourself.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrows at the new-found confidence. Luke was cocky and flirty around girls, but he’d never been this overly confident version of himself towards his teammates. It was refreshing to see this entirely different side from her best friend. 

“Well, yeah, because she clearly did cheat on me with you. Why else would you guys be fooling around after her little outburst to me?” The overconfidence Matt normally carried had now washed away. He hadn’t seen this side of the quarterback yet either. 

Luke let out an airy laugh, and retorted, “Yeah, well, see, that’s where you’re wrong.” He tilted his head ever so slightly, his green eyes looking up at the big, burly footballer. “There’s this misconception about our relationship, you see? Y/N and I are the best of friends, and I get it we’d look super hot together as a couple, but the sad truth is -- well, sad for me -- that Y/N has always been too busy being loyal to an asshole like you to see that. So, despite popular belief, y/n and I are just the best of friends and she deserves the world, more even, she deserves a whole-ass new universe. Which is something you can’t give her.” 

Y/N stared at her best friend in awe. She had never seen this side of him but she couldn’t say she disliked it. In fact, there was this attractiveness about an overconfident Luke defending her against her ex-boyfriend. And reciting the words in her mind, she realized something she hadn’t seen before. Luke was in love with her and he’d tried to tell her so many times before, but she took it as harmless flirting. 

Moreover, y/n realized she was in love with her best friend too. 

“But you, Matthew McSomething,” y/n chuckled at Luke’s name dig at the Scottish boy, especially with the added bonus of an attempt at a Scottish accent, “You are too self-indulgent to even give her a fraction of a world. So, unless you can actually give her more than that, stay away from her…” 

“Or what?” Matt snarled. 

“I’ll put you on the bench for the rest of the season. And we all know you can only get the girls when you’re on the field, don’t we?” 

Matt’s eyes widened at Luke’s words as the panic set in. Matthew McGregor was nothing on the bench. Even worse, he was less than nothing. On the bench, he’d get associated with Bruce Frederickson, coach’s nephew who was just there because he was family and not because he was actually good at football. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Luke murmured and then turned to the coach, who, too, had joined in the drama. “I think we can hit the showers now, can’t we, coach?” The tall man nodded his head slowly, unsure about what had just happened to his star player. He’d only ever got this confident on the field, never off. Even the coach knew that. 

As all teams dispersed, y/n grabbed a hold of her favorite cheerleader’s arm, pulling her aside while Luke and Bobby walked away. They didn’t even notice y/n’s panicked rush. 

“Lyds, I think I’m in love with my best friend,” she whispered. Her eyes were wide, her tone hurried and filled with panic. The strawberry blonde’s lips curled up into a grin as she patted her best friend’s hair. 

“Oh, we know, sweetie…” she said, confusing y/n even more, “It’s about time you admitted it.” Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head as she anxiously played around with the friendship bracelet around Lydia’s wrist. 

“I’ve been dreaming about my knight in shining armour since I was ten, Lyds. I never thought I would find it in my best friend. My best friend, Lydia!” The girl let out an endeared laugh as she tucked a flyaway behind the other girl’s ear. 

“I know, sweetie.” Her hand landed on y/n’s cheek and her thumb gently swiped across the skin. “Now, go! Tell him!” 

“Yeah! Right! Right!” she vigorously nodded her head, but she didn’t move a muscle. 

“Y/N… You’re gonna have to move if you wanna go and talk to him.” 

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, so she shut it again. “Right, yeah…” she swallowed a lump as the fear sank in. She had never had to tell her best friend she had feelings for him. All of this was new to her. How does one even confess that? 

“Sweetie, you can do this, okay? Just follow your gut.” Lydia’s tone was stern, but it was exactly what y/n needed to hear. “Like how you don’t calculate your moves on the track, but you just go! Like Gail Devers!” The mention of y/n’s absolute favorite athlete made her look up. 

“Gail Devers was actually very meticulous,” she corrected her best friend’s metaphor.

Lydia deadpanned, “Not the point, y/l/n.” She placed  her hands on y/n’s shoulders and turned her around, pushing her towards the field. “Now go! Shoo!” She waved her hands in a dismissive manner, and after one more hurried look, y/n sprinted across the field. “Atta girl!” she heard Lydia yell before making her way into the school, through corridors until she reached the boy’s locker room where Bobby had just walked out of.  

The boy glanced at her, and when he realized what she was there for, he nodded his head towards the closed door, giving her permission to go inside. He said, “He’s the last one in.” 

Y/N kissed Bobby on the cheek before opening the door. She was met with the stench of sweat and deodorant, but it didn’t phase her. Not today. The girl was on a mission. 

She weaved through the rows of lockers until she found him standing near a bench, zipping up his trusty black jeans, shirtless. Her eyes scanned his entire physique from head to to toe until she realized she was actually checking out her best friend in a way she hadn’t done before.

“Y/N?”  

For a second, she tried to calculate her next move, but then decided to throw it all overboard, and instead marched up to him. She grabbed his face with both hands and brought him down to meet her lips. His breath hitched in his throat before melting into the kiss and bringing his hands up to her waist, pulling her closer into him. 

“Give me that whole-ass universe,” she muttered as they pulled away to come up for air. Luke huffed, a relieved smile pulling at his lips. This was what he’d been dreaming of for so long; kissing her, holding her, cherishing her. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied before kissing her again. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages,” he added, his words disappearing into her mouth.  

“Oh, I know.” 

With the same words their friendship started, started a whole new chapter in their lives and their relationship. Everything would change now, but neither of them cared. They were granted a whole new universe. 

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[all-my-love-for-harry]

Not yours.

summary: someone tries to force their way back to y/n's life and harry isn't having any of it.

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based on these requests:

“also!! what about something angsty? maybe artemis gets hurt or something and harry is just in full on dad mode”

and 

“What about caleb seeing the trio on tabloids, so he gets slightly jealous and “want’s” back into Artemis’ life unexpectedly.”

and

“ could you write something for my shy little boy about Artemis real father finding out that harry adopted him and showing up at their house claiming that Artemis is his son and basically trying to claim his rights as a father, and harry gets REALLY protective, plsss i would love that concept”

and

“Can you do one in the shy little boy universe where Artemis's dad tries to come back in his life or something. Like he sees them and he's life 'give me a second chance' . I love your writing. Thanks”

you can find more of my shy little boy here

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November, 2019.

Park days were the best days for the Styles family. They didn’t get to have them as much as they’d like as they were always so busy, but today was an off day and Artemis was responsible for choosing what they were going to do. And of course he chose the park.

Y/N packed some snacks in a picnic basket while Harry took the job of dressing Artemis up. Obviously Artemis ended up way too dress up for just going to the park but it wasn’t a secret Harry was crazy about them wearing the same color or matching outfits to go out.

Harry had picked a pair of white shorts and paired it with a pastel yellow polo shirt he tucked into the shorts. Artemis looked adorable although Harry knew his son most likely get the clothes dirty as soon as they arrive to the park.

“Daddy, my nose itches.” Artemis tried to take off his glasses but Harry stopped him.

Last month they had an appointment with the ophthalmologist and Artemis had to change his glasses at his doctor's request. But Artemis wasn't happy with his new ones, he was always looking for an excuse to take them off or hiding them from his parents.

"Better?" Harry asked, using his fingers to scratch softly where Artemis pointed it itched. The much smaller boy nodded. "You need the glasses, sweetheart. Don't take them off."

"I like my old ones better, why can't i have those?"

"Those doesn't work for you anymore, monkey." He explained. "C'mon, let's put your shoes on." Harry knelt in front of him to watch how Artemis ties his sneakers up, he smiled when his son made it without a problem.

"I just put the things in the car, are you ready?" Y/N said when she saw them coming down the stairs.

"Yes! Let's go, let's go!" Artemis almost jumped from the lasts steps.

Artemis rambled the entire ride about all the fun things they’d do together once they got there, constantly asking if they were at the park already. When they arrived, Harry was surprised it wasn’t so full of people, considering it was the weekend. Y/N unfolded the blanket on the grass, laying the stuff they brought.

“Daddy, let’s play.” Artemis pulled from Harry’s arm, making the latest chuckle.

“Just be careful, please. We don’t want you to fall.” Y/N remained her son, who was too busy running around with his dad.

It was a beautiful day outside, there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, and the weather was perfect despite being in the middle of November. Harry had packed a Frisbee Artemis liked to use in their backyard and that’s what they were using to play.

Harry made sure to throw it softly at his son, not wanting the toy to hit him in the face. Artemis threw his hands in the air every time his daddy caught it.

Everything happened too fast, none of his parents could catch Artemis before he was face down on the grass. He had tried to throw the Frisbee higher but didn’t control his strength and he ended up on the floor.

Harry’s eyes grew wide as he ran towards the small child, his heart breaking as he heard his loud sobs. He picked him up from the grass and scooped him in his arms.

"Are you hurt? Where does it hurt, baby? Is it your arm?" He said, panic visible in his tone.

"He scraped his knees." Y/N said before cooing at Artemis, trying to calm him down. "Got some band aids for your knees, my love. It's okay." She took him in her arms and handed the band aids to Harry so he could put them on his boy's knees after cleaning the little blood that was there.

Caressing his hair softly, Y/N sat back down on the blanket, putting Artemis on her lap to wipe his tears off. "All better?" He nodded with a pout on his face.

Harry copied his son's pout, sitting next to them on the blanket. He didn't like seeing his love being upset, and he'd lie if he said he didn't feel a little guilty for him getting hurt.

"It's okay, accidents happen and sometimes we get hurt." Y/N said as if she could read Harry's thoughts. "What if we eat and then we can go for ice cream."

The smile reappeared on Artemis' face as he stood up from his mum's lap and cheered excitedly. Artemis ate whatever Y/N had packed for them, hurrying his parents so they could go get dessert.

"Are you okay?" Y/N asked Harry at the end of the day when Artemis was falling asleep on his daddy's shoulder as he carried him back to the car. "You've been quiet since he fell."

"Just worried. Should we take him to ER?"

"For scraped knees? Don't think so. Harry, it's fine, really. He doesn't even remember he has them." She assured. "Tomorrow it will be all better."

"But he cried so loud." He furrowed as they reached the car and Y/N opened the door of the backseat so Harry could put him on his carseat. "I was worried he hurt his elbow or something."

"I guess it was more out of surprise. He wasn't expecting to fall facedown on the floor." Once everything and everyone were in the car, Harry started to drive back home. "Please don't beat yourself up for this. It was literally an accident."

"But i was playing with him."

"Yes, but you couldn't have prevented it from happen."

She put a hand on his thigh, not wanting him to feel any worse from something so small. Artemis doesn't have a lot of accidents as he is a calm boy who doesn't play sports or anything that requires running or jumping, but when they happen, he gets scared and that's normal. No kid likes to see blood coming out of them, even if it's only a little.

"As a parent the best you can do is stay calm during these situations. If you don't panic, then he doesn't either." She smiled at him.

Y/N loved how protective Harry was, his skills as a parent never failed to show in any situation. But he was still very new at it, and he couldn't help but want to put his boy in a little bubble so nothing bad would happen to him.

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A week later, Y/N was cooking dinner while Artemis was upstairs in the movie room watching a cooking show on Netflix. Lately he's been obsessed with those and could watch entire seasons if his parents let him.

Harry was out having a meeting with his team but promised to be back for dinner, so it was just the two of them in the house.

The buzzer sounded, alerting someone was at the other side of the gates. Y/N put down the knife she was holding and walked towards the little screen that allowed her to see who was there.

Her breathe hitched when she saw Caleb standing there. He was looking the other way but Y/N could recognize him anywhere. A frown appeared on her face as he hit the buzzer again. She stayed in her place, starting at the screen and hoping he'd turn around and leave.

But he didn't.

She was ready to go outside and tell him to leave but she heard the gates open before she could do so. The gates opening meant Harry was home.

And home he was. But he furrowed as soon as he saw a body standing there. He didn't recognize the man but he was pretty sure he's seem his face before.

He parked inside but didn't close again the gates as he returned outside. "Can i help you?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Is Y/N home?" The stranger asked, putting his hands inside of his pockets. "I need to speak to her."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Doesn't matter, i need to see Y/N."

"Uh, it does matter, actually. Why is it so important to speak to my girlfriend?" Harry questioned again in a protective tone.

Before he could answer Harry's question, Y/N came out of the house, closing the door behind her before rushing towards the two man. She stood beside Harry, taking his hand in hers.

"What are you doing here, Caleb?" She asked and Harry's brain finally clicked. He looked so different from the only picture he's seen of him. "What do you want?"

"I need to see him, Y/N." Caleb said, almost in a demanding tone. Y/N looked up at Harry, who already had a deep, angry frown on his face. "I-I saw that video of you three at the park and... Y/N, i'm ready to meet my-"

"He's not your son." Harry barked angrily.

"Harry's right, Caleb. He's not yours in any way." She said sternly. "Besides, i bet it isn't the first video or picture you've seen of us, what could possibly make this one different?"

"I saw him getting hurt." He said defensively. "It.. awoke something in me. I want to be a father, Y/N."

"Then go ahead and get a family of your own because neither Artemis nor I have anything to do with you. Do i have to remind you, you signed the paper giving up your paternal rights?" Y/N started to get angry and Harry squeezed her hand.

"I was twenty-one, Y/N."

"So was I!" She now exclaimed.

"I think it's best if you leave." Harry spoke again, trying to control his anger before he punched that man straight on the face.

"And you are?" Caleb asked "Oh, right. You're the guy she replaced me with. Does my son calls you daddy too?"

"She didn't replace you, she just moved on with someone way better." He smirked. "And yes, my son calls me daddy, must hurt, right? Now get the fuck out of my property before i call the bloody cops."

Harry let go of Y/N's hand just to push Caleb out, not being able to hold his anger anymore. "If i ever see you close to my family, i'll fucking ruin you."

When Caleb was back on his car, Harry finally closed the gates and turned to see Y/N. "I'm sorry you had to see him, my love."

Y/N sighed. "I'm okay. I just... I hadn't seen him since he..." Her lip started trembling but she swallowed the tears. "Seeing his face brought back a lot of emotions."

"Couldn't imagine." Harry took her in his arms and kissed her forehead. "But you won't see him anymore, over my dead body."

"Thank you."

Harry smiled softly at her, supping her face with his hands and pecking her lips. "Thank you for letting me be the one by your side."

"I wouldn't dream of having anyone else."

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[gretavanbitch]

Tangled up in blue- 3

warnings- light smut, drugs, alcohol. 

The dull light of the afternoon sun reflected off of Josh’s cheekbones as he showed Penny around the venue and the various rooms. He led her around, hand in hand with childlike excitement, explaining every funny thing that happened in every specific spot. 

“Oh and here's where Sam yacked after taking five tequila shots in a row,” he laughed heartily, placing a hand across his chest. Penny shook her head, laughing at the antics concurring within the band. They finished the tour by entering the tour bus for a pre-show drink and warm-up. Sam sat on one of the various tables, criss cross applesauce and void of shoes of course, Jake was sat sideways in a chair strumming his guitar, and Danny was crouched in front of a mirror far too short for him trying to do his hair. Josh sat across from Jake, patting the seat next to him softly. His eyes widened for a moment, as if he had just remembered something vitally important. 

“Mama, what should I wear tonight?” He said in hyper speed, moving his hands in his usual manner, “I have a few options, but I need your fashion expertise.” 

“What are the options?” Penny answered. Josh then climbed haphazardly across the row and opened a small closet by the bunks, pulling out three extravagant outfits. The first was a purple silk or satin jumpsuit, clad in gems and detailing. The second was a sleeveless black jumpsuit covered in gold detailing. The last was a white jumpsuit, similar to the purple one, just softer in look. She scratched her chin thoughtfully, pondering it seriously in her head. 

“You look sexy in purple,” she answered after a few moments of consideration. Jake then snorted, chuckling to himself. 

“Yeah if you consider looking like a magenta hobbit sexy,” he continued. Penny laughed at the other twin's response, looking at Josh’s offended expression. Josh then silently, and dramatically removed the purple jumpsuit from the hanger and moved into the bathroom to change. While Josh was gone, the rest of the group decided to bring out the good stuff. Danny put a large bottle of tequila on the table, causing Sam to make a queasy face. Jake then placed a freshly rolled joint and a few beers down next to it. Penny smiled, feeling relieved that she had a group of friends to do these things with rather than alone with her cat on the couch. She plopped herself down next to Jake, causing her suede jacket to ruffle slightly, she then grabbed the joint and raised her eyebrows at Jake, asking permission to light it. He nodded, handing her his silver zippo in response. She then leaned into the light and inhaled, feeling that familiar burning sensation run through her chest. Josh soon exited the bathroom, of course making a show out of it. He first swung his leg out and then dramatically sung some old show tune, wiggling his eyebrows at her. She laughed and then offered a hit of the joint to him. He responded with an excited “ooh” and took a hit. He looked magnificent, the purple perfectly accented his skin tone, making it gleam in a pearly fashion. His hair was his usual mop, but now it was a tad longer, covering his ears and falling perfectly. He was beautiful, truly. 

“That probably isn’t great for your voice babe,” she thought out loud. Josh raised his eyebrows at her mid-hit. He exhaled then thought for a moment. 

“You are probably right, wise one.” 

After the J was passed around to everybody a few times, pre-show nerves were no longer present, and it was time to get in the real mood. Jake handed everybody a shot glass and poured a generous amount of tequila in each. Sam still looked unhappy about the choice in alcohol, but held the glass in his hand anyways. 

“Cheers,” rang out from the group and heads tilted back, mouths filling with the painful taste of tequila. Penny felt the shot rush straight to her head, the mixture of weed and alcohol making her feel slightly dizzy, but still dazed out.

“Lets rock this shit,” Jake exclaimed loudly, in a british accent for some reason. 

“Oh no, Oliver Reed is back,” Danny sighed, carrying the bottle out as the group exited the bus. Josh and Penny were the last ones to get up, staying together for one last moment of silence before the show began. 

“You look beautiful,” Penny said truthfully, running her hands softly down the fabric. He glanced down at her hands for a moment, then back up into her eyes, running a hand through her hair as he did. 

“You look stunning mama, you always do,” he said, inching closer to her slowly. She smiled softly, pulling the collar of his jumpsuit closer to her. Josh then closed the gap between the pair, connecting their lips. The kiss began softly, feeling out the waters as if they had not swam in them a thousand times before. He tasted like tequila and smoke, but it felt like home. She sighed into the kiss softly, running her hands up and down his chest lovingly. Just as the kiss got more intense and their tongues traced the outlines of the other, Josh pulled away with narrowed eyes. 

“Fuck, I missed you Pen,” he said in a hushed whisper. He then took her hand and guided her towards the green room behind the stage. The few minutes they had together as a group before the show were filled with adrenaline, and more shots. She managed to snap a few photos amidst the chaos. One of Jake and Josh posed in front of a large painting, Josh holding a fire extinguisher for whatever alcohol induced reason, and Jake with his hands clasped in front of his red suit. She also snapped one of Josh, leaning against a box smiling. She made sure to capture the realness of the moment, wanting to remember the beauty of his persona at the show. 

Soon enough, the boys pranced onto the stage and Penny stood against an amp box by the side of the stage watching in awe. It was not her first time seeing the boys perform, but everytime she did, it felt better than the last. The show began with a fan favorite, Heat Above. This was one of Penny’s favorite tracks on the album, remembering back to the sunny mornings when Josh would belt it out in the shower, tinkering with certain parts of it. The song was a work of art, one of their best, and it deserved to be based on how long they waited to release it. The other numbers passed by in a haze, she loved every moment, dancing and singing along wildly by the side of the stage. Every now and then Josh would turn around to her on a particularly lovely line and wink at her. He did this during Highway tune’s “so sweet, so nice, so fine,” and Light my love’s “your mind is stream of colors.” The fact that he looked at her during these specific lyrics made her heart hurt with happiness, knowing that Josh felt the same way about her. 

The band soon exited the stage, sweaty and filled to the brim with post-show adrenaline. Josh immediately ran to her, pulling her hand behind him as he ran to one of the dressing rooms. Penny was slightly confused by his quick exit, but followed him nevertheless, she would follow him anywhere. He shut the door in a hurry and connected their lips harshly. She froze for a second, still wondering where this rush of affection came from, but she soon gave in, melting into his touch. He then pushed her against the door and pushed her jacket off of her shoulders. She sighed, lifting his chin up and meeting his eyes. He looked at her with wide eyes, licking his own lips. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it after a few seconds. But his nexts words caused Penny to have another head rush, but this time it wasn’t due to tequila. 

“I love you,” he said in such a hushed whisper that she could barely hear it over the crowd still relishing in the shows excitement. She blinked, slightly tearily and put her hands on either side of his face. 

“I love you, Joshua.” Josh then kissed her with a fercosity that had never been present between the pair, until now. She whined against him, as his core jutted against her own. His hands were roaming over her body, squeezing her ass over her jeans, and toying with her breasts. They were then interupted harshly with a knock on the door that vibrated into Penny’s back. 

“Guys, I know you haven’t seen each other in a bit, but can you save the fucking for when we have a hotel, we kind of need to change our clothes,” Jake yelled through the door. Penny looked at Josh, meeting his eyes with a surprised expression. They maintained the eye contact for a moment before breaking out in hysterical laughter, clutching their stomachs as Josh opened the door to a very annoyed Jake.

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Hi babes, I know this chapter is rather short, I just had a really busy day today! next one will be longer (and maybe more smut) :) 

[bunnirs]

Someone To Fight For

Y/N L/N is the last remaining Kurta, fueled by hatred for the Phantom Troupe. They’ll do anything to eradicate their existence, even if it means dying in the process.

Kurapika Kurta X Reader

Word Count: 3,353

Your motives were clear as day. Kill the Phantom Troupe, and then yourself.

Murder was something you weren’t proud of, and would never be. That is why, to atone for your sins, you would end your life after you murdered the very people who slaughtered your tribe.

The Kurta were known to be peaceful. They were stubborn, but truly harmless. That’s why they never stood a chance against the Phantom Troupe. What or Who is the Phantom Troupe you ask? It’s a group of disgusting lowlife thieves who steal whatever they lay their eyes on. At that time, it had been the Scarlet eyes that defined your Tribe.

How you escaped was beyond your luck. They must not have noticed that you slipped away, running for your life. It must have been the fact that they were too busy gouging out the eyes of your tribe, your family. Maybe your people’s screams were so loud they couldn’t hear your sobbing, or maybe they didn’t care. Afterall, you were only a child.

That was the day you realized that your world would never be the same. That was the day you realized that you would never be able to walk freely without knowing that they were dead. So you trained, you killed, and you bled. You cried during your sleep as your nightmares materialized the very bodies of your fallen comrades, their eyes filled with endless black voids, forever missing.

As you grew up, you became stronger than you would’ve imagined. Your rage had grown over the years, silencing the screams of your past. Even as they calmed, they still rang in your ears. The begging, the crying, the screaming. It all stuck, only to be relieved at the death of their oppressors.

As the last Kurta, you had to fulfill their wish, or die trying.

That led you to now, as you stood on the roof of an abandoned building on the quieter side of Yorknew City. You had been tracking the Phantom Troupe for days now as they gathered around the Auction that was to last through September. It was the perfect time, seeing as the troupe seemed to separate regularly to satisfy their needs. You just had to pick them off one by one.

Even if their abilities were a secret, you had gotten to know their personalities and that was enough.

The numbers of whom you were watching, were #1 and #3, also known as Nobunaga and Machi. They didn’t seem to be the most dangerous of the Spiders, but even so, you could NEVER underestimate them. These monsters killed your people after all, and that wasn’t the easiest task.

Hours into your endeavor, you began to notice that you were not alone. Two more people had joined you in stalking the troupe members. From the looks of it, they seemed to be two ordinary children, besides the fact that they could effortlessly hide their aura. Would it be enough to stay hidden from their victims? Probably not.

That’s all it took for you to get closer to the two troupe members, almost afraid that the kids would get to them first. You were not afraid for yourself, no, more for them than anything. If they got noticed, they could easily be hurt, or worse, killed. It didn’t matter who killed them, it could very well be you. If they got in your way, you may not be able to restrain yourself. You had been planning this for months, and if they ruined it now, you’d be beyond pissed.

More time had passed, but that didn’t matter. Everything seemed to go by in seconds for you, your heart almost beating out of your chest as the two of the children disappeared into separate buildings. You grew nervous, hoping to whatever god there was, that the children knew what they were doing. But your prayers went unanswered, seeing as the two troupe members, Machi and Nobunaga, caught on to the children’s aura, disappearing into the very building the children had hidden in.

That’s when you decided to throw in the towel. You couldn’t stay hidden and wait till they disposed of the children, you needed to do something, and the human in you begged to help. And that’s what you did. You jumped from roof to roof, landing on the building the green boy had gone in. As soon as you landed on the ceiling, you jumped off the edge, swinging yourself through the window. As soon as you did that, your feet had met the back of the pink haired troupe member, Machi.

Much to your dismay, Troupe Member #9, Pakunoda, was also present, blocking the doorway of the child. That really pissed you off. You hadn’t noticed her, and she could’ve been tailing you this whole time, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Her aura was also joined by another, making four troupe members present. The other was most likely taking care of the other child, alongside Nobunaga.

As you disregarded your realization, you grabbed the child’s arm, skidding to the other side of the room, glancing between Pakunoda and Machi, whose face was still plastered into the ground.

“Who are you?” The boy asked, his voice in a low whisper, obviously skeptical of you.

“Your friend.” You murmured, letting go of his arm as it tensed. Hoping he got the hint, you stepped in front of him, almost in a protective stance. “Honestly, I thought I warned you about sneaking up on people.” You glanced at him, winking, hoping to god he wasn’t as dense as he looked.

He seemed to understand, nodding his head firmly. He let out a nervous laugh, putting his hand on his neck, scratching it. “I’m sorry, I just got carried away! They were worth a lot of money.. and me and Killua couldn’t resist!”

“You really are an idiot..” You grimaced, hitting his head softly, mentally kicking yourself for the display of affection. So they were in this for money.. how.. unoriginal. Of course they had bounties on their head, it wasn’t a surprise to you. They were crazed thieves who picked fights with the mafia, so it was a no brainer they pissed people off. But for kids to get involved? That was a load of bullshit.

Through the conversation you had with Gon, Machi had pushed herself up, dusting off her outfit and holding her nose. It definitely looked bruised, if not broken. This wasn’t going to be easy to get out of.

“So, you two.. know each other?” She questioned, an eyebrow raised. “I knew there were two of you, but I had no idea there was a third. Bad judgment on my part. Paku, we have room in the car for three right?”

Pakunoda hummed, nodding a yes to her question. “So they’re after us because of money? Seems a little… risky don’t you think?”

“Kids are kids.” Machi looked at her, and then stared directly at you. “We won’t have another problem will we? I really don’t want to have to kill you in front of a child.”

“The same goes to you.” You responded, shifting your weight to your other leg, crossing your arms. “So, what's this I hear about a car?”

“Well, we’re obviously not going to let you go.” Machi glanced between Gon and you, a small smirk growing on her face. “We’ll bring you back and let the boss decide on what to do with you.”

You only shrugged, glancing at the kid, whose eyes widened. You could guess he didn’t expect to get caught. You almost laughed as you ruffled his hair, hoping to comfort him. You wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him and his friend, that was for sure.

As you were loaded into the car, you could tell the white haired boy, known as Killua, was questioning your well-being. You wouldn’t blame him, not at all. You’re messing with dangerous people, and you can’t expect to trust anyone. The kid that you helped seemed to look at his friend, almost having a conversation with their eyes. That’s all it took for Killua to glance back at you, his eyes losing their hostility, and a small smile formed.

That quickly vanished when the members of the Troupe began to speak. You blocked them out, staring out of the window, watching the surrounding area become less urban. You were sure they said something regarding you, but you couldn’t care less to listen. They didn’t deserve your attention. Not now at least. You were sure that you ticked them off, seeing as one of them kept glaring at you. You hadn’t done anything yet and they were already tired of you. Good.

Time seemed irrelevant now, as everything seemed to go as it came. You were now in the base of the Phantom Troupe, the Spider tattooed freaks who slaughtered your people just for the sake of their eyes. You almost wanted to throw up as you looked at them, they weren’t scary...just ugly.

To your dismay, they decided to take the kid whose name was Gon, and force him to arm wrestle the members. You could tell he was in pain, and no matter what his friend tried to do, the Troupe was one step ahead.

What was odd, was the fact that Nobunaga was hellbent on letting the kids join. What was in store for you? You had no idea, and you didn’t care. You only leaned against the wall, picking at your fingernails, making sure they were in a clean disposition. Some of the troop members watched you, and that only made your smile widen. You hoped they remembered every inch of your face, so they could be haunted by it even in death.

“So, Pakunoda, when you scanned the three of them… what did you see?” One of the members who you recognized as Feitan Portor, Troupe member #2, asked. He said it while looking at you, holding Gon by his arms, his body bent over the table. To you, it looked wrong, but you couldn’t really suppress your opinion.

“They don’t know each other.” Pakunoda said, your eyes widening as you stared at her. Her power must be something like reading minds.. or seeing people’s memories.

“That’s odd, they pretended too.” Machi said, her voice laced with amusement. “So, you just pretended to know him?” She said, moving her gaze towards you.

“Yeah.” You said blatantly, dropping your hand from your face, the dirt now removed. “I have no idea who these kids are. What I do know, is that you guys are going to die. Doesn’t have to be today, but it will happen. I’ll make sure of it.”

They all stopped what they were doing, staring at you. Killua and Gon had stopped breathing for a second, their eyes widening as they stared at you. Wrong move.

The Spiders turned to each other, laughter erupting from their throats. It would have bothered you had you been cornered, but you knew how to deal with them. You had trained for four years, just to kill them. It wasn’t going to stop now.

“No one’s that stupid to openly admit to wanting to kill us… so you either must be stupidly strong… or just stupid in general.” Feitan said again, tightening his grip on Gon.

“Call it what you want.” You said, sliding down to the ground, your back to the wall. “But this is a warning.” Your eyes narrowed, glancing at the members. “You don’t know who I am, but I know all about you. Do what you want with that of course.” You leaned your head back, looking at the ceiling before closing your eyes. Your aura vanished, and your eyes narrowed, a red glow emitting from them. “Just know that I’m always watching.” After that, the red vanished, and you closed your eyes.

Of course anyone in a situation like this would never willingly fall asleep, seeing as you are open and vulnerable. But of course, you weren’t normal. Your nen ability was perfect for this situation.

You called your Nen Ability: Relentless Increase. The more someone damaged you, the stronger and more immune you became. This caused a huge amount of power to build up inside of you, leaving you stronger than ever. Torture didn’t work on you, seeing as halfway through it, you were numb to the feeling and could easily overtake your assailant. So with this, you could easily stand by while the Troupe watched you. Of course, they had no idea about what you could do, so it was smart to stand by.

Your instincts were proven true, seeing as they didn’t even try to touch you. Instead, most of the members left, leaving you with the two kids and Nobunaga. It almost irritated you. This Nobunaga dude seems confident in his skills, thinking he could take care of the three of you if you tried to escape. Of course, the children proved him wrong.

They had a plan up their sleeve, and it actually worked. While you sat in the room, they broke through the wall, running in opposite directions. Since you didn’t follow their example, Nobunaga seemed to trust you. First mistake on his part.

When he left you unsupervised, you took the opportunity to break out yourself. By the time he had lost the kids, you were long gone. As you ran, you expected someone to come after you, but instead, you found the kids high tailing it out of the surrounding fence. You laughed a little, running alongside them for a while. They seemed to be high in spirit, despite the fact that they were just held against their will by a dangerous group of thieves. Kids these days never failed to surprise you.

Sure, your plan failed, but at least you got knowledge on the Troupe, as well as two kids who might know something important about them too.

On your walk into YorkNew, the three of you had made small talk, getting to know each other. It seemed to be a smooth conversation, until Killua brought up your eyes

“So… Y/N.” Killua narrowed his eyes, focusing on the ground in front of him, his hands fumbling in his pockets. “Your eyes…”

“Ah yes.” You mused, kicking a loose stone from in front of you. “What about them?”

“When they turned red…. are you by chance…?” He didn’t finish, finding the conversation almost too awkward to continue. He didn’t want to press any wrong buttons with you.

“A Kurta?” You finished for him, your eyes slightly narrowing at the word. “Yes. The last one.” You could feel the water building up in your eyes, threatening to spill.

“No you're not.” Gon said suddenly, confusion lacing his tone of voice.

That shocked you, causing you to choke on the saliva that built up in your throat. The tears in your eyes were forced out, and you suddenly fell to your knees, uncontrollable sobs leaving your throat.

“Great going Gon! Look what you did you idiot!” Killua berated him, hitting him across the head.

You clenched your fists, the sand and dirt from the road coated your palms. You began to laugh as your tears fell, washing away the loose build up on your knuckles. For the first time in a while, a genuine smile formed on your lips, your laugh gaining in hysterics. You looked crazy, but at that moment, you didn’t care. You weren’t alone.

“...I think.. we broke her.” Gon muttered.

“We?! I didn’t do anything!” Killua yelled in his face, pointing at you.

“Well you brought it up!” Gon reprimanded, knocking his hand away from you.

You slowly stood up, your legs shaking, tears continuing to fall from your face. You raised your dirt covered arm, wiping the liquid from your face, grime replacing it. “S-so… where is this… other Kurta?”

“Oh, right! Kurapika is in Yorknew right now!” Gon smiled, pointing at the city on the horizon. “He’s actually our friend! And to be honest, we were just about to go see him!”

Your face brightened, the setting sun shining down on you. “...Can I… can I join you?”

Killua and Gon stayed quiet for a moment, before large grins appeared on their faces.

“I don’t see why not. As long as you're not an idiot, you should be just fine. There’s only room for one of those around here.” He giggled, poking Gon in the side.

“Yeah! We’d love for you to join us!” Gon gave you a thumbs up, before looking over at Killua. “Wait Killua, what’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Nothing! Come on slowpoke!” Killua yelled, running ahead of the two of you.

“Oh you’re so on!” Gon cheered, running after him, before skidding to a stop, looking back at you. “Come on! Wouldn’t want to lose ya!”

“Are you calling me slow?” You inquired, raising an eyebrow. “Well then, I suppose I don’t want to get lost.” You rolled your eyes, playing along with him. That’s when you started to run alongside Gon, laughing as he tried to tag Killua.

A few days passed, and it was the day that Kurapika was meeting up with Gon and Killua. It was the day that you’d finally get to see another Kurta, after four long years.

The day seemed to go on forever, only getting slower as the time grew near. Time never liked you it seemed. It made important, peaceful moments go by so fast you couldn’t even keep track of everything. But when you wanted to get over with something, it seemed to slow down just to spite you. It took four years just for you to learn that you weren’t alone, and maybe it’ll take forever just to see him. But In all honesty.. you could wait decades if it meant restoring the missing piece in your soul.

The time finally came around, and you finally saw him. He was tall, blonde, and had dark eyes. You could tell they were contacts, seeing as nothing could compare to the natural beauty of a Kurta’s irises. Just by the look of him, you already felt the welcoming warmth of home.

He made eye contact with you, and for a split second he became confused. That vanished when he saw the tears spilling from your eyes, and the red creeping up onto your normally dark irises. From the overbearing emotion you felt, your true scarlet eyes revealed themselves to him, and that was all it took for him to come running towards you.

He enveloped you into a hug, it was so tight that he was afraid you would vanish before his eyes. But you were there.. and you were real. Your eyes were real.

“....Kurapika..” you managed to breathe out, the air being stolen from you as he smothered you.

He immediately let go, letting out a formal apology. “I- I’m sorry..” he muttered, his face red from embarrassment. “I just got…”

“Overwhelmed?” You finished the sentence for him, a small smile creeping onto your face.

“Yeah.. that’s the word.” He said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

You giggled, finding his reaction amusing. “I understand completely.”

Killua and Gon were giggling as they whispered to each other, the two of them running off a split second later. That left the two of you alone.

“Do you want to.. catch up?” He suddenly said, ignoring the two boys that had left in a hurry. He knew they had done this on purpose, and he was thankful. For once he was glad they left, because now, he had you.

“You know what...” You smiled, your hand on your chin as you pretended to think of an answer. “I’d like that.”

Just for a moment, your rage had softened.. and you had someone to live for.

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Pushing You To The Limit(Tommy Lee x Reader)[Smut]

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Description: No descriptions needed. This is pure smut!! This could take place anywhere from 1981-1984, it’s up to you.

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, cursing

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After ten months of touring, Tommy was finally coming home. You couldn’t have been more excited. No more eating meals alone, no more watching TV alone, no more grocery shopping alone, and, most importantly, no more sleeping alone every night. You came to the airport in the best outfit you could find, wanting to look nice for Tommy’s return; a tight, short red dress with red heels, red lipstick, and freshly washed hair. You’d gone all out, even painting your nails red.

After only a few minutes of waiting for Tommy at the terminal, along with Vince and Nikki’s girlfriends, you spotted the four boys walking towards you. Tommy towered over the rest of them, making it easy for you to spot him, and you ran towards him with joy, throwing yourself into his arms as he spun you around. “Baby! I missed you so much, Jesus Christ. Come here!” You kissed him all over, and he held you tightly. “I missed you more, babe. You look amazing!”

You smiled brightly and kissed his cheek as he gently sat you back down on the ground, still with his arms wrapped tightly around you. “So do you! Come on, come on, let’s go home now before that manager comes out and steals you away for another ten months!” Tommy laughed and took your hand as you led him away from the rest of the band, the two of you waving a quick goodbye to everyone before you left and quickly headed for home, eager to be alone.

As soon as the front door was open, Tommy threw his bags down on the floor and scooped you up in his arms, quickly carrying you to the bedroom. You laughed in surprise, arms around his neck just tightly enough to keep you from falling. “Tommy, slow down, the bed isn’t gonna run away, I promise!” He just smirked and ran even faster up the stairs. “I just can’t take any chances, baby, I’ve missed you so goddamn much! It’s been ten whole months without you.”

Tommy shifted you into one of his arms to free his other hand, and he threw open the bedroom door and draped you across the silk sheets of the bed you’d been sleeping alone in almost a year. He leaned down and kissed you roughly, his hands cradling your face as your arms wrapped around his neck. He pulled away and looked over you, a grin spreading over his face. “Fuck, baby, you’re so sexy. All this red. Wonder what else you’re wearing that’s red, too...”

You smirked, knowing exactly what he was talking about, and pulled your dress up to show him the red lingerie set you were wearing just for him. His eyes flashed with playful lust, and he leaned down and kissed you once more before turning his full attention to your lacy red bra; he pressed kisses down the valley between your breasts, and then sucked a hickey onto the soft skin. He slid his hands around to your back to unhook the bra, and tossed it aside as he grabbed and squeezed at your tender breasts.

Your breath hitched, and he smiled. “I’ve missed this.” You nodded. “Me too.” Tommy made his way down your stomach, kissing a line down your chest and tummy until he reached the band of your underwear, and he licked a stripe across your exposed hips. Your hips bucked up slightly, and you gasped. “Fuck, Tommy, come on, do something already.” He chuckled. “Whatever you say, baby.” Tommy obliged and gently rubbed his finger over your clit through the thin material of your panties.

You moved your hips against his touch, and he pressed down harder on your sensitive pussy. “Are you already wet? Jesus, baby, I’ve barely even touched you.” You flushed. “Stop teasing me and take these damn panties off.” Tommy leaned down and pulled your panties aside, immediately pushing his fingertip inside of your wet heat. You tightened around him, and he smirked. “You’re just as tight as I remember.” He then pushed the finger farther inside you, stretching you out as he went knuckle-deep.

You noticed his bulge forming in his tight pants, and reached out to touch him, but he grabbed your wrist with his free hand and shook his head. “Ah ah ah. Not today.” You stared at him in confusion, and he laughed and kissed your cheek. “I haven’t seen you in months. This is gonna be all about you, baby. We can focus on me tomorrow. Now put your hand down and let me take care of you.” You blushed, but nodded and bit your lip as he added a second digit and soon began to search around for your g-spot.

He curled his fingers up, and you tightened around him and moaned loudly. Tommy grinned and looked up at you. “There it is.” He repeated the movement, taking pride in the reactions he was getting out of you. Tommy continued to roughly abuse your g-spot for a minute or two, stretching you out as he held down your hip. “Tommy,” you whined, “Fuck me already.” He grinned and pulled his fingers away. “You don’t have to tell me twice!” He started to line up his hard-on with your entrance, but then stopped.

He looked up at you. “Are you still on the pill?” You nodded, and he sighed in relief. “Good. I hate condoms.” You laughed, and Tommy went right back to lining up his tip with your hole, his fingers wrapped firmly around his base. You let out a moan of anticipation, and, without further warning, Tommy pushed in the tip of his cock. You threw your head back, throwing your arms around his neck as he pushed himself all the way inside of you, stretching out your walls as if it was your first time. “Holy fuck, I’ve missed your pussy, baby.” Tommy kissed up your neck.

You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer to your body, fingernails scratching at Tommy’s back as his cock brushed against your g-spot. You fisted your fingers in his hair, tugging his head closer to your neck. He bit down, and you moaned loudly. His lips were warm against your ears as he spoke. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for weeks. Who knows, maybe I’ll keep going even after you’ve come. Just keep fucking you, make you cum twice in a row without a break? How does that sound, baby?” Fuck, that’s sexy.

You nodded quickly, and he nipped your ear. “Words, baby, use your words.” You gasped as he sucked a hickey into your neck. “Fuck yes, Tommy, make me cum until I can’t fucking feel my legs!” Tommy grinned eagerly. “Anything you say, baby.” He pulled his cock all the way out of you and flipped you on your stomach, admiring your ass for a moment before tapping the back of your thigh, motioning for you to get on all fours. You instantly obeyed, getting onto all fours and slightly arching your back to give him better access as he lined up his hard cock with your tight dripping pussy from behind.

He grabbed your hip to steady himself as he pushed his long, thick cock inside of you once again, and pushed down on the small of your back so your upper half was flat against the bed and your ass was up in the air. The angle made Tommy’s cock instantly press against your g-spot, and you gasped as you pushed your hips back against him. “Fuck, right there, baby.” Tommy repeated the motion and smirked. “Hm, right there?” You bit your lip and nodded, trying to stay quiet as he leaned over you and kissed a line down your neck. “Yeah, baby, right there.” Within a few minutes, you were already close.

Tommy seemed to pick up on it, and he pulled out of you. “Here, ride my dick until you cum, baby.” You eagerly helped him lay down on his back and then climbed on top of him, mounting his cock with a pleasure-filled sigh. Tommy’s long fingers immediately grabbed at your hips to steady you, and he slowly pulled you all the way down on his cock, stretching you out more than you’d ever been before. You tightened around him as you leaned back on your elbows, giving him a better view of the way his cock slid in and out of your dripping pussy. Tommy’s eyes went wide; you’d never done that before.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot. You close, baby? Your pussy feels so tight.” You nodded, pulling yourself all the way off and then slamming your hips back down. “So, so close, Tommy.” He tightened his grip on your hips and quickened his pace as he bounced you up and down on his dick, helping to bring you to the brink of your orgasm. You leaned down to kiss him roughly as your fingers tangled in his hair, and he removed his hands from your hips long enough to grab at your boobs and ass. The added stimulation only fueled your lust, and you tightened your grip on his hair as you slammed yourself down on his cock, trying to push yourself over the edge.

Tommy caught on and took one of his hands off of your breasts, moving it down to rub at your clit mercilessly, the final push you needed as you threw your head back and moaned loudly, cumming onto his fingers as your orgasm washed over you. Tommy pulled his hand away and sucked your juices off his fingers, smiling at the taste. “God you taste so sweet, baby.” You moved to grab at his still-hard cock, ready to return the favor, but Tommy pushed your hand away. You looked at him in confusion. “I said I was gonna make you cum twice, remember?” Tommy barely gave you time to react before he had flipped you over so he was on top of you.

He moved down until his face was mere inches away from your still-sensitive pussy, and he immediately grabbed your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders and burying his face between them as he swirled his tongue over your clit. Your eyes almost rolled back in your head at the sensation, over-stimulated from the previous encounter. Tommy wasted no time in getting right to the main event, skipping over any of the teasing he would have normally done beforehand. He pressed his tongue against your clit, and you squeezed your thighs around his head, bucking your hips up against his face.

Tommy pulled back slightly to run his tongue over your wet folds, his hands grabbing at your thighs to hold you steady. Your legs were close to trembling at this point, and the pleasure was so good that it was almost painful. You threw your head back and moaned loudly as Tommy’s tongue traced circles on your clit, your pussy practically dripping wet and your toes curling as you grinded your sensitive heat against his lips. “Fuck, Tommy, that’s so good, fuck.” The praise encouraged him, and he increased the pace of his tongue as he brushed it against your vulva.

You tightened your fingers through his hair and lightly pulled at it as his tongue swirled around your pussy, which prompted Tommy to push his tongue against your clit and moan softly. The vibrations were enough to make you cum right then and there, and that’s exactly what you did; you threw your head back and gasped at the pleasure that was so intense that your legs really were shaking, and you almost saw white. Tommy eagerly cleaned up for you, licking up your juices as your thighs trembled from the pure overstimulated state you were in. Tommy then pulled away and kissed your inner thigh.

“That was incredible, baby. You’re so beautiful. I’m so happy to be home.” You smiled at him through half-lidded eyes, stroking his hair and yawning. “I missed you, baby. I’m glad you’re home.” Tommy smiled. “Tired?” You nodded. Tired was an understatement. You were pretty much exhausted, body completely drained from the night’s events. Tommy pulled himself up so he was laying beside you, pulling you up to his chest to spoon you as he pulled the warm blankets over the two of you. “Wait, Tommy, you didn’t get to cum yet.” Tommy laughed and shrugged. “Don’t worry, baby, this was about you. You can return the favor to me tomorrow.”

You frowned. “But-” Tommy cut you off with a quick kiss. “No but’s, baby. You’re tired, I’m tired, these blankets are warm as hell, and I haven’t got to sleep in the same bed as my beautiful girlfriend in ten months. Let’s go to sleep, baby.” You sighed, but soon relented and snuggled up closer to your boyfriend, eyelids drooping as your tiredness took over. “Night, baby. I love you.” Tommy kissed your forehead and closed his eyes. “I love you too, Tommy.” You leaned over and turned off the lamp.

“...Tommy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Your boner’s still poking against my leg.”

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Tokusatsu Au where Rukia plays the lead actress in a superhero action show. Renji plays one of the villains and they are The most popular ship in the fandom. Bonus points if Orihime plays the main villain and loves every second of it.

This was the very first prompt I got, and I fell in love. Unfortunately, aside from a brief period of being grotesquely fascinated with Power Rangers as teen, I know almost nothing about tokusatsu. I did as much research as I could and I attempted to watch an episode of Kamen Rider, but my eyes glazed over halfway through. Anyway, please forgive my inaccuracies, I wrote this with my heart.

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“Uh, looks like we’re almost out of time,” the panel moderator for “High-Spirited Battle Clairvoyant Tomoe!: A Sneak Peak at Season 5” declared, “but would you be willing to take just a few audience questions?”

Head Screenwriter Kurosaki Ichigo glanced at Leading Actress Kuchiki Rukia out of the corner of his eye, and she gave a tiny nod.

“Yeah, sure!” he replied.

There was already a young woman waiting at the microphone, practically vibrating with anxiety. She was wearing a t-shirt that had ZabiTo4Ever!! handwritten in marker on it. Rukia knew, deep down in her bones, what the question was going to be.

“Hi, yes, hello, big fan of your work! My question is: are Tomoe and Zabimaru going to kiss this season?”

“No,” Rukia started to say.

“As you probably know,” Ichigo said loudly on top of her, “the show holds close to the core plot points of Kuna-sensei’s manga, although, because of her minimalist style, we do expand a lot of the dialogue and filler scenes. She has said in several interviews that High-Spirited Battle Clairvoyant Tomoe! is not a romance manga, so the odds of Tomoe and Zabimaru ever kissing on screen are very, very low.”

The young woman stared at Ichigo grumpily. “Does this also count Zabimaru’s secret college student identity, Satonako Takeru?”

Ichigo stared back at her. “Yes. It does.”

The next question came from a person wearing a full suit of HellKnight’s plasma armor made out of overlapping plates of cardboard. Rukia was kind of impressed by it. She wondered if he could sit down.

“Hi, Kurosaki-sensei, I am a huge fan of your work,” a voice emanated from deep within the cardboard. “I was wondering if you are influenced at all by fanworks, and if Episode 73: Pride is on the Line!: The Bake Sale Must Go On! was based in any way on the classic fanfiction, ‘Tell Me All Your Best Lies’? It’s the top story by kudos in the ZabiTo tag, which I might point out is the most popular shipping category on AO3.”

Ichigo cleared his throat gently. “I am contractually not allowed to read fanfiction, although I do enjoy fanart! There are some incredibly talented artists in the fandom, although for some reason, no one ever wants to draw pictures of Lead Screenwriters.”

“I’ll draw you, sleeping on the set like you always do,” Rukia offered, and that got a pretty big laugh. Rukia’s Tumblr of behind-the-scenes doodle comics was beloved among the fandom.

The next question was from a nonbinary person wearing a big poufy skirt and a hairstyle that would make their make-up and hair guru, Yumichika, sit up and take notice. “Hi, this is a question for Kuchiki-san! If the show is going to roughly keep pace with the manga, as it has done up until now, you should be shooting the storyline where Tomoe and Queen Bloodbuzz switch bodies later this year. I was wondering if you could comment on how you feel about filming that storyline?”

Finally! A good one! “Yes!” Rukia nodded eagerly. “I don’t usually like to speak for my fellow cast members, but Orihime and I are beyond excited about playing each other. We’ve been studying each other’s mannerisms and practicing already! Does anyone want to hear my Queen Bloodbuzz cackle?” She wagged her eyebrows as the audience cheered. “Here goes-- bwaHaHaHaHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAAAAAAAA!”

“Bonechilling,” Ichigo commented dryly as the audience erupted.

“Amazing, Kuchiki-san!” the moderator exclaimed. “I think there is time for one more, but this will be the last question!”

A tall girl in a full set of High-Spirited Battle Clairvoyant Tomoe motorcycle leathers stepped to the microphone. She was holding a notebook. “Hello!” she warbled. “In a 2020 interview with the Psychics and Sidekicks podcast, Abarai Renji was asked about his opinion on ZabiTo as a ship, and he replied,” she consulted her notebook, “‘Tomoe is such a cool lady and talented Battle Clairvoyant, and she always follows her heart and stays true to herself. I think that Zabimaru can’t help but be impressed with her, even though they’re enemies, and I always try to roll that into our on-screen interactions.’ I know that in the past you’ve refused to comment on the ship, but I was wondering if you had any thoughts on, y’know, his thoughts?”

“Well, he’s correct, of course, Tomoe is very cool and admirable,” Rukia replied, which drew a few laughs, although it seemed like the audience was leaning forward in anticipation of her answer. “Like I said, I don’t like to speak for other cast members. I’ll be doing a big cast panel with Abarai and Inoue and Matsumoto and Ukitake tomorrow afternoon, and I hope you all can make it! See you then!”

The moderator thanked them enthusiastically, and then Ichigo and Rukia slipped out the back guest entrance.

“Evasive as always, Kuchiki,” Ichigo teased.

“Whatever,” Rukia sniffed. “The higher ups say we’re not supposed to comment on stuff like that, and I was not commenting. By the way, how many secret fanfic accounts are you up to? Four?”

“It’s only three!” Ichigo paused. “I wrote that fanfic the guy brought up.”

“Of course you did,” Rukia sighed. “I do blame you personally for the popularity of the damn ship.”

“Me? Blame Kuna for making up two such sexy, emotionally constipated dumbasses!” Ichigo defended.

“Also, it’s not Ichigo’s fault that you and Abarai have insane chemistry.”

Rukia spun around, grinning. “Orihime!”

Rukia’s two co-stars, Inoue Orihime and Abarai Renji, the portrayers of Tomoe’s demonic archnemeses, stood in the hallway behind them.

“We sat in on your panel!” Orihime beamed. “You two were brilliant!”

“Don’t worry,” Renji added. “We were incognito.”

“Incognito” was relative, Rukia supposed, when you were at Tokyo’s biggest tokusatsu

convention.

Orihime was wearing a Zabimaru outfit so detailed that she probably could have won a prize down at the cosplay hall. She had the gravity-defying ponytail, the eyeliner, the insane widow's peak (complete with forehead tatts), the fangs, the motorcycle boots. The paper mache snake skull helmet was a little lopsided, but it was charming. She had her top zipped a little higher than canon, but that was forgivable, too.

Renji had taken the opposite tack of looking as much like a normal person-- or at least a normal Battle Clairvoyant Tomoe superfan-- as possible. Relaxed fit jeans and an oversized hoodie de-emphasized his ultra-fit physique. He was wearing a t-shirt with a very dramatic rendering of Orihime that said “Queen Bloodbuzz can step on me!” and a ball cap with the logo of Seireitei University, the fictional college Tomoe and Takeru attended.

“You think you’re in disguise,” Rukia pointed out, “but there are thousands of teen girls in this place with entire Tumblrs dedicated to your stupid face when you’re out of costume.”

Renji cocked an eyebrow at her. “You underestimate me, Rukia. I have bought… new sunglasses.” With a flourish, he whipped out a pair of the dorkiest wayfarers she’d ever seen, and flipped them onto his face. “I’ve disappeared! Who am I? Where am I?”

“You look really great, Orihime,” Ichigo said, his cheeks coloring a little bit. “Did you get Uryuu or Yumichika to help you with that costume?” In his continuing theme of doing things he wasn’t supposed to, Ichigo had finally started dating Orihime on the downlow around the time they finished up filming last season. It had done absolutely nothing for how shy he still got around her. They were, in Rukia’s opinion, cute as hell.

“Oh, no, that would be cheating!” Orihime replied, wagging a finger at him. “Well…maybe I did cheat, just a tiny bit. Renji helped me make the helmet and he held up references for me while I was painting on the tattoos.”

“Only the forehead ones,” Renji quickly added.

“He wouldn’t even offer feedback on my booby tattoos!” Orihime frowned. She leaned forward. “Rukia, how do they look?”

Ichigo turned even redder.

“Perfect, as in all you do!” Rukia replied loftily.

“What’s everyone got coming up next?” Renji asked. “I was thinking of slipping out and trying to pick up some real coffee.”

“I’m judging a villainess-themed cosplay competition,” Orihime chirped. “But I’m dying for a blueberry caramel iced latte. Renji, my henchman, pleeeeease!”

“Of course, my liege,” Renji replied in his Zabimaru voice.

It’s not like it had been a hard decision to accept the role of the motorcycle-riding, badass heroine of one of the most popular manga of the last decade, but it had turned out to be one of the best decisions of Rukia’s life. not just her career. Aside from a few of the money-obsessed executives, she liked nearly everyone in the cast and crew, but the fact that the fact that the ruthless, homicidal, literally Hell-spawned villains of the show were played by the two sweetest marshmallow people she had ever met just took the cake. Renji and Orihime had already known each other from some voicework they had done previously, and their excitement at working together on a live-action project had infected the entire cast from the start. Rukia wasn’t sure, but she strongly suspected that Renji was the one who had hyped Orihime up to ask Ichigo out.

“I have a writers’ workshop I’m moderating this afternoon, and I wanted to review the writing samples people sent in,” Ichigo said, scratching the back of his head. “I’d love to stop by that cosplay contest, though, at least for a few minutes.”

“You’ll be needing caffeine, too, then, eh?” Renji offered. “Hot, black, and in the largest cup they make, as usual?”

“Ugh, you’re the best,” Ichigo groaned. “You wanna power-up this season? Costume update? You know what? Maybe I’ll just have you defeat Tomoe once and for all, no one likes her anyway.”

“C’mon, you know I’m the world’s number one Tomoe simp, don’t do that!” Renji laughed.

Rukia rolled her eyes. “I’m free and I could use some fresh air. Besides, it’s going to take all your dumb muscles just to carry Kurosaki’s vat of coffee back here.”

“Cool!” Renji proclaimed. “We’ll be back soon!”

“Thanks, Renjiiiii!” Orihime waved.

“You need to stop off and put on a disguise?” Renji asked.

“No point in it, I always get recognized,” Rukia sighed, pulling her sunglasses out of her purse anyway.

“Here,” Renji said, plunking his hat on her head. “Maybe this will help.”

“Thanks,” Rukia replied, and then did a double take. “Whaaaaaat is on your head?”

“Shut up!” Renji laughed. He usually shaved his head when they were filming, because it made it easier to deal with the make-up and wigs, but since they were between seasons, he’d grown his hair out into a short, tousled mop of reddish-brown waves. He looked, for the lack of a better word, dreamy. “I shot a movie over the summer, and they wanted me to look softer.”

Rukia looked at him over the top of her sunglasses. “You didn’t tell me you were doing a movie!”

“Oh, it was just a little indy romcom thing. I wasn’t sure it was gonna pan out, I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

“You were in a romcom? You’re kidding me!” They ducked out of a side door of the convention center into the bright sunshine.

“Yeah, it’s about a guy who goes to the gym to try to get ripped to impress a girl, and makes friends with me, this nice, already ripped dude who gives him lifting tips and encourages him a bunch. By the end of the movie, it turns out we have crushes on each other.”

“Oh, no, that sounds really cute, actually!”

“It was written by a woman who graduated from one of Ichigo’s writing workshops. The script was really snappy and Ichigo thought having someone like me as the gym guy would give it just a bit of campy cachet. You know what a good sense he’s got for stuff like that.”

“That was cool of you to go out on a limb a little,” Rukia replied.

Renji rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d been wanting to try something like that for a while, actually.”

Rukia blinked. “You aren’t… you aren’t thinking of leaving the show, are you?”

“Huh? No. No! No, the show means the world to me, I would never. But… it’s not gonna run forever, y’know?”

“I would have guessed you’d want to be a big action star or something!” Rukia said, throwing a few air punches. “That’s my dream!”

Renji stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. “Yeah, that’s what I thought I wanted when I first got into acting. I’d read the Tomoe manga, and I thought playing Zabimaru would be a good jumping-off point, besides just being a cool character overall.”

“Is that… not true?” Rukia frowned.

“Oh, I mean, I guess so! I didn’t really know about the fandom, though and… to be honest, I’m kinda into the idea that there are all these fans who think I’m complex and redeemable?”

Rukia regarded him out of the corner of her eye. “They just want to fix you.”

“Maybe! Ichigo made me read this one fanfic that was eight thousand words of the reader getting sick and Zabimaru making them soup? And feeding them the soup? I still haven’t decided how I feel about it.”

“How does he have time to find these things? Does he even sleep?”

“Anyway, it doesn’t hurt to be well-rounded and it was fun. I’m still mostly an action guy, but I wouldn’t mind doin’ something with a romantic subplot. A period drama or something like that. I look pretty good in hakama, you know.”

“I bet you do,” Rukia laughed. She squinted at him, but his expression was unreadable behind the shades. Renji didn’t have the classic leading man looks, not like her ridiculously famous older brother, but she could definitely see him as the best friend, the B-plot romance, with his cute, messy hair and that big doofy grin.

“By the way, I’m sorry you had to field that question about me spilling my romantic sensibilities on that podcast.”

Rukia laughed. “You didn’t even answer the question, either! These people are relentless!”

Renji stopped at a street corner and peered down the various possible directions they could go. “Which way feels like it might have a coffee shop?”

“You didn’t have one in mind before we left? I thought you knew where we were going!”

“Nah, I just like to go out and see what there is.”

“I can look up a map,” Rukia said, reaching in her bag for her phone.

“Let’s just go this way,” Renji said, stepping out into the street in the direction that had the WALK light. Rukia sighed and had to scramble to catch up with him.

“So, what do you think about it?”

“Huh?” Rukia asked. “Think about what?”

“Our ship. ZabiTo.”

“I can’t believe you just said that word out loud. And you know we’re not supposed to give our opinion on it!”

“Aw, c’mon, we’re not supposed to give public statements on our opinions. I don’t think there’s any harm in talking between ourselves. We’re in disguise, even.”

“‘Disguise’,” Rukia sniffed.

“You don’t like it, I can tell.”

“He’s a bad guy! Everyone always talks about chemistry, and that may be true, but I just don’t think that Tomoe could ever get over his acts of violence and cruelty.”

“Queen Bloodbuzz is cruel. Zabimaru is not cruel.”

“Okay, that’s fair, but still. He’s kidnapped just about all of Tomoe’s friends and or turned them into monsters at one time or another. He’s always setting Karakura Town on fire or flooding it with magic lizard goo. He ruined the sports festival.”

“Maybe the sports festival deserved to be ruined,” Renji muttered under his breath.

“Okay, you’ve got a point on that one,” Rukia admitted.

“It’s really clear though, that he’s got some agenda beyond just simping for Queen Bloodbuzz--”

“The simping for Queen Bloodbuzz is the most relatable thing about him, to be honest.”

“Granted. But, what if he’s got a good reason for everything he does, actually? What if he’s doing all of this against his own moral code as a means of infiltrating Hell itself and getting himself into a position of trust so that he can bring down the Lords of Hell from the inside?”

Rukia slipped her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose. “Does Kuna give you Zabimaru spoilers?” The reclusive creator High-Spirited Battle Clairvoyant Tomoe! was only barely involved with the television show, but she did privately meet with each of the cast members about once a year. Most of Rukia’s meetings consisted of Kuna giving her constructive criticism on her battle poses.

“No, mostly we practice sneering,” Renji replied. “But I gotta play the guy, so I gotta think about this, you know, what motivates him? I mean, you’re probably right, it would never work out. But unlike Tomoe, whose principles would call for her to ignore any attraction she has to him, Zabimaru has the freedom to pine for her, perhaps because his love is futile and he doesn’t think he deserves it anyway.”

“That’s kinda dark, dude,” Rukia frowned.

“Yes, well, that is the kind of character acting that netted me the 2019 Nickelodeon Kids’ Choice Best Villain Award, Foreign Language Category.”

“That’s literally what’s going through your head when you’re shouting that if I can’t make some sick motorcycle jump, you’ll turn all my friends into stuffed animal versions of themselves?”

“No, of course not! At those times I’m thinking about how much I love my job. OH! and what is that I see!” Renji struck an extremely Zabimaru pose. “A MISTER DONUT!”

“My hero!” Rukia exclaimed, unable to resist an opportunity to shout dramatically. “I’m sorry I doubted you!”

“I think we should get some donuts, too. Orihime loves donuts,” Renji declared.

“Oh, for sure,” Rukia agreed. She was thoughtful for a moment. It would be easy to move on to a different subject, the subject being donuts, but she wasn’t happy with leaving the last conversation hanging. “Look, Renji, just because I don’t like the dumb ship, you know that’s not a reflection on you, right?”

“Huh?” Renji replied. “You mean you don’t mind if I like it?”

“Well… I mean, I don’t, I guess, but what I really meant was, er… we joke a lot, but Tomoe and Zabimaru are just parts, y’know? Just because I don’t think Zabimaru isn’t good boyfriend material doesn’t mean I…” Rukia trailed off, suddenly realizing what she was saying. “Um. What I mean is. You’re very nice and probably one of my favorite people I’ve ever worked with and if someone I knew wanted to ask you out, I would definitely encourage them to, A+ guy, I’d say, probably would make a great boyfriend.”

Renji pushed his sunglasses up onto his forehead and regarded her for a long moment. “For the record, Kuchiki, I think that both you and Tomoe would make excellent girlfriend material.” While Rukia stood there and gaped like a fish, he turned and pushed open the door to the coffee shop. “Ichigo likes crullers and Orihime always wants the most colorful thing they’ve got. Do you know what you want?”

“I need to think about it,” Rukia squeaked. She wasn’t talking about donuts.

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Bonus: Here are my notes from when I was making up the show. I hope this wasn’t too confusing!

High-Spirited Battle Clairvoyant Tomoe!

based on a manga by reclusive mangaka Kuna Mashiro

Head Screenwriter: Kurosaki Ichigo

🌟 Starring: 🌟

Kuchiki Rukia as Yukimura Tomoe, a spunky college student who can see ghosts and fights demons from Hell! She rides a motorcycle!

Inoue Orihime as Queen Bloodbuzz, a Lady of Hell, who seeks to gather energy from the Living Realm so that she can become the Supreme Ruler of Hell. Very aesthetic. Much bees.

Abarai Renji as Zabimaru, Queen Bloodbuzz’s ruthless henchman. He leads a double life as fierce-looking, but gentle-hearted college student Satonaka Takeru! What is his long game??

[jokertrap-ran]

(时空中的绘旅人—For All Time—) New World: PARADISE Clarence Route Translation (Chapter 1 黑街旧识 : Old Acquaintance at the Black District)

*For All Time Master-list / Clarence’s Personal Master-list *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Route tag will be #Memories of the Falcon

All things considered; Clarence was still the one I trusted most.

He helped Shelter No.1132, and even gave me the entry ticket to Paradise back when we were still strangers.

Be it institution or through rational judgement, I still choose Clarence.

MC: Can you find a place for me and the newbies here to stay at for the time being? Sorry for troubling you.

Clarence said nothing about it, only nodding and leading us out of the Residential Area.

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We evacuated from the main street and walked a couple more blocks down.

“Paradise” was not safe at all. I could feel all sorts of evil eyes looking at us from every corner.

But no one dared to casually approach us with Clarence around.

I was a little curious about his identity, but he’d always been at the head of the group, so it was hard to simply walk up and strike a conversation with him. Beside me was an Ability-user who appeared to be in his teens, with an ever-present bright smile plastered on his face.

Looks like I might be able to ask him about a thing or two.

MC: Can I ask you about a couple of things?

Ah Xiao: Of course! I’m Ah Xiao, an Ability-user of this Desert. You’re my savior; of course I’ll tell you anything you wanna know!

MC: So, I realized that there are many people giving us looks here...

Ah Xiao: That’s for sure… It’s past the “safe period” now, so everyone’s competing for Crystals. Our little group of newbies just look like a walking feast in their eyes...

MC: But they don’t dare to approach us; is it because “Falcon” is here?

Ah Xiao: “Falcon” is a famous lone wolf. Rumor has it that he’d once killed hundreds of Sand Beasts in a day! And on that fateful day, there were so many Crystals surrounding him that no one could ever finish picking them all up, even if they all joined forces...

Ah Xiao: Of course, “Falcon” also has an equally legendary mentor! Rumor also has it that An Xihan, the “Shark Hunter” is much more terrifying...

An Xihan? To think that she’d actually turn out to be Clarence’s mentor in this world...

Not that I knew just what sort of character Chairman An of this world was; I didn’t even know if I’d ever get a chance to see her in the future either...

MC: Can you tell me more about An Xihan?

Clarence: I don’t appreciate people tattling about gossip behind my back.

Ah Xiao: But I didn’t say nothin’!

Ah Xiao stuck his tongue out, but never made another sound. Clarence didn’t say much about it either, continuing to lead us all forwards.

After turning a couple more alleys, he’d led us to a deserted neighborhood.

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It was blatantly obvious that this place lied right on the edge of what was called “Paradise”. Sand was everywhere behind the abandoned building, and you could hear the faint low roars of the Sand Beasts and the scratching of their claws in the distance.

This place was an Industrial Waste Area, densely packed with buildings all around. There were vines crawling all over the abandoned factory building and wastewater flowed through the exposed piping, with steel bars reinforcing the… Crumbling building.

If "Paradise" was an Urban Ruin of decadent beauty, then this place would probably be one completely stripped of any "beauty" that remained.

Unnerved Ability-user: This place looks… Very desolate...

Clarence: This is the infamous Black District of Paradise; originally, this place would have been the most dangerous place here.

Clarence: But there’s now a very strong female Mercenary residing here; and she’s willing to protect newcomers.

Saying so, he looked at the abandoned building of had once been a Factory.

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A girl dressed in a brilliant yellow Mercenary outfit walked out from the abandoned corridor.

The setting sun shone on her features through the gaps of the motley tree branches, highlighting her slightly haggard, yet unchangingly delicate and beautiful face.

I did a second take.

I never thought that I’d see her alive and well. Clarence said that there was a very strong female Mercenary living here...

This girl was different from the Selene that I knew. She was a tough and powerful force to handle; and here, she was someone who always helped others.

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Female Mercenary: You're all Ability-users new to Paradise, correct? I'm Felene; I came here 3 days earlier than all of you.

Felene; that was her name in this world… It’s a nice name.

Felene: I created the "Mutual Benefit Association for Ability-users", and all Ability-users in Paradise are welcome to join. We will help each other out and continue surviving in Paradise together…

Felene: Hm? ...Is something the matter?

▷Choice: I’m just really overjoyed...

MC: Nothing; I’m just really overjoyed...

MC: You look like someone I’m really close to; I’m elated to be seeing you here.

▷Choice: You give me a feeling of kinship

MC: You give me a sense of kinship… Sorry, it's just me being presumptuous.

Felene: I don’t recall ever making your acquaintance...

She pondered over it for a while before giving me an apologetic smile.

Felene: But no matter; you’re here to join the Mutual Benefit Association for Ability-users, yes?

Felene: We’re all friends who stick up for each other in the Mutual Benefit Association for Ability-users.

She spoke warmly and kindly, an ever-present light smile on her face.

Despite how Clarence had introduced her as "A very strong female Mercenary", I couldn't help but to feel like she was just like the girl who I had a brief encounter with, losing her shortly after.

I had almost chosen my stance instantly; to stand by her.

But I'd come here for the sake of my world and to solve the mystery behind the countdown.

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But no matter what side I took, there was one thing that would never change—

I will never let the Selene of this word get injured or sacrificed, not under my watch.

No matter what the underlying reason may be, the innocent should never become sacrifices.

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I opened my eyes, looking at Felene before turning back to look at Clarence.

MC: Thank you for bringing me here, Clarence. I plan to remain here and join the Mutual Benefit Association for Ability-users.

Clarence: I don’t think that’s wise.

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Clarence: You should be able to see her potential, Felene. She lacks combat experience right now; but once she gets used to Paradise… She'll be able to do the much more important things.

Clarence: You are all much weaker than her— So you really shouldn't be the ones to hold her back.

His tone was a tad heavy with implications.

▷Choice: Felene won’t be a burden to me.

MC: I don’t think she’ll be a burden to me.

Clarence shook his head in disapproval, turning his gaze back onto the female Mercenary beside him.

▷Choice: If that's the case, then how about you take me elsewhere instead?

MC: Could you take me elsewhere instead of that's the case? I haven’t gotten too used to this place yet, and I’m still learning, so...

Clarence frowned, shaking his head.

Clarence: Felene; it won't be all for nothing.

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Clarence: Remember this, Felene?

Felene: Yeah. The fact that you have this medallion proves that you’ve saved Underground Shelter No. 1098 before; and that Shelter was under my jurisdiction.

Felene: This medallion denotes a favour that I own another. If one has this medallion, I will do any one thing for them for nothing in return.

Clarence: You can return me this favor now by letting her stay at your place for a night.

Clarence: I hope you can teach (Y/n) some basic things about survival here; but don't tell her anything unnecessary. Don't drag her down.

He glanced at me before directly moving to return the medallion to Felene.

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Clarence: I trust you won’t do anything like encouraging her to join the Mutual Benefit Association for Ability-users.

After ending off coldly, he appeared ready to leave.

Ah Xiao: Falcon, are you not going to be staying with us? I've always looked up to you...

Clarence: I never stay with anyone; never.

With that, he revved his motorcycle and whizzed away, leaving only a billowing cloud of smoke and displaced sand under the sun in his wake.

Watching his retreating figure, I knew that I was probably only able to stay down here for a night to observe whatever happens after.

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Felene arranged a room for me in one of the Black District’s densely packed Factory Dormitories.

There were many abandoned rooms in the Factories and the Dormitories here alike, so all Ability-users could live scattered from each other. Take the room I was currently residing in now for example; the entire floor here was empty except for me.

And this was also precisely why the “Mutual Benefit Association for Ability-users” was based in this area.

Most of the members of the “Mutual Benefit Association for Ability-users” weren’t strong. But if someone ever decides to launch a surprise attack on a certain target, it’d take them a long time to locate them here.

Therefore, hiding out here was certainly way safer than living out in the open at the main street.

Of course, Felene, the one who Established the Mutual Benefit Association for Ability-users, was the real safety blanket that gave everyone a sense of security

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Paradise was a place for the strong to gather. Once the “safe period” passes, it’ll become survival of the fittest in Paradise; the strong will seize the Wristbands of the weak, effectively kicking them out of Paradise.

And the motto of the Mutual Benefit Association for Ability-users on the other hand, was “Paradise belongs to all Ability-users regardless”.

This is where the people who don’t want to participate in the predatory scuffles gather, help each other out, and rest in Paradise for the time being.

But I can tell that this Association only existed because of Felene.

She was a very strong Ability-user who took other weaker people under her wings, protecting them with her sheltering wings, and quickly becoming acquainted with them in the process.

Felene: (Y/n), I've prepared a Mercenary outfit for you; but I really like your clothes… They're so soft and pretty.

Felene: But it'll be better to dress inconspicuously when you're in Paradise.

Ah Xiao: Here comes dinner! We've got quite the number here, so our meals are on the simpler side; but I went fishing at the Green Island today, so that's an extra dish for you!

With that being said, Ah Xiao set out bread, berries and fried fish on my table.

Ah Xiao: Oh, I also heard that terrifying monsters appear at night! But you're someone with the Falcon stamp of approval, so you must be really strong!

Ah Xiao: You've gotta eat up so that you can cover us!

Felene: Ah Xiao, she has no reason to join us in battle. You forget that she's not one of us.

▷Choice: I will do my best to help

Felene: Thanks. You're really sweet, (Y/n).

Felene: I hope you rest early after your meal. Those monsters will only make an appearance after midnight.

▷Choice: I can fight with you guys

Felene: Thanks. You're really sweet, (Y/n).

Felene: I hope you rest early after your meal. Those monsters will only make an appearance after midnight.

▷Choice: What appears at night?

Felene: Creatures called the "Fallen" will appear at night; they're very hard to deal with.

Felene: I hope you rest early after your meal. Those monsters will only make an appearance after midnight.

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Felene: From now on till daybreak, the members of the Mutual Benefit Association for Ability-users will take turns to guard this area, so you won’t be disturbed by any prowlers.

Felene: But you'll have to wake up once midnight hits to observe our fight.

Felene: I promised Clarence that I'd take you under my wing for a night, so there's no need for you to fight. However, you need to familiarize yourself with the early hours of Paradise— As well as the extremely dangerous battles that occur.

Felene: And you'll come to learn that obtaining the ticket and entering Paradise— is just the start.

After that, she left with Ah Xiao in tow.

I quickly finished up my dinner alone and headed to bed to rest up just as Felene had told me to.

There’d been so many happenings in one day that even I was amply tuckered out. Lying on a simple bed, I soon fell asleep.

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At midnight, I was awoken by the incessant and strong vibration coming from the Wristband.

⚠️ WARNING

MSE: The Management System of Eden (MSE) kindly reminds you that the Fallen are about to attack.

I hurriedly got up, pushing the door open and dashing downstairs.

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⚠️ WARNING

MSE: The Management System of Eden (MSE) kindly reminds you that the Fallen have engaged in battle!

I sped up, dashing downstairs. As soon as I walked out of the door, I saw Felene and Ah Xiao both standing out on the street in full alert.

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Looking up, I saw a group of monsters that appeared marginally larger than that of Sand Beasts approaching.

There was no time for hesitation, summoning the Panting Spirit, I entered battle.

───⋅𝕿𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊…⋆⋅☆

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Next Part: (Chapter 3-1)

[moodymidnightkitten]

Spark

A/N: Woof, what a busy holiday season, well anyways I’m back and new binging Black Clover, so heres my official fan application, an almost 2k fanfic for Zora Ideale. 

Genre: fluff

w/c: 1939

Synopsis: reader from the real human universe lands herself in the Black Clover Universe (I could describe this more but I’m pulling blanks, feedback on how to make this better after y’all read this, that would be great.)

Pair: Zora Ideale x Reader

Ope heres my masterlist 

Ugh god, what time is it? You asked, rubbing your head, sitting on cold hard ground outside. A completely different place from where you were, napping in a cozy warm bed at home in, reality? You've seen enough anime to know that this definitely not the normal home setting you're used to. But what anime? You looked around, doing a complete 180 and coming face to face with the one and only Black Bulls hideout. 

"No fucking way," you mumbled to yourself. What in the magical hell is this? Also, what the hell are you supposed to do now? 

"Ooooo who are you?!" A memorable voice chimed in behind you. Turning around you came face to face with no other than Asta. 

You scratched the back of your head and gave the most non convincing fake smile you could muster up in this situation. Completely flustered and star struck. 

"Oh, I uhm, my name is y/n," you gave a measly laugh. 

"Are you a spatial magic user? You just fell from the sky?!" He loudly stated. You knew there was only one clear cut way into figuring out your situation. 

"Actually no, I don't even know how I got here, but do you think you'd be able to get me to the Wizard King, he might be able to help.." you suggested. 

Astas eyes lead beyond you through your request, you didn't feel it until now but a towering and looming figure was now behind you, with a voice that most certainly matched the profile, it was Yami, the captain of the Black Bulls. 

"Oi, you'd have better luck with me, Asta, you're to come with us," was all he said as he walked past you and grabbed onto Astas collar and pulled him with him as well. Everything happened so quickly you had to do a light jog to catch up with them. 

"I really appreciate this, thank you," you said in between huff's of air trying to fill your lungs back up. 

"Your clothes are a give away to your difference in upbringing. As well as I watched you just fall, so I also want to know how you got to 'this world'' Yami was short and to the point, as he's always portrayed. 

"Well I appreciate this a lot Captain Yami and Asta," as soon as you said their names Yami stopped walking. 

"How do you know who we are?" He grumbled in confusion. 

"You won't believe me when I tell you but, this place, and everyone here is actually a show, more namely, an anime where I'm from," you probably sounded crazy. Actually not probably, most certainly because the two men looked at each other and laughed the most hearty laugh you've ever heard. And so with everything being said, all three of you continued you way to see the Wizard King.

After meeting with the Wizard King who basically certified that you're from another plane of existence who entrusted Yami to watch over you. Although you're not from here the wizard king ensured that you came here with magic powers. So now you were a part of the Black Bulls. 

But now you were stuck with living with one of your anime men crushes. Zora Ideale. It's not like you've never been around men you were attracted to, but this is just on some whole new level. This was fictional beauty and desire come true. 

Those were the only thoughts going through your head on top of the fact you now had to learn your new magical powers and make yourself an asset to your new team. It's only stressful because it's time and space magic. So what, are you now Doctor fucking Strange? It made your head hurt thinking about it all too much. What's even more intense is the fact you bent realities while SLEEPING. How in the hell were you going to figure all of that out. But hey, at least you have a pretty nice grimoire. Black marble with gold tripping and a dazzling black diamond looking clover embedded on the cover. 

“Ah, finally back,” You heard Yami exasperate as you three came up to the base. Pushing open the doors and allowing you and Asta to walk inside. Everyone else of the Black Bulls was busy doing whatever they usually do as you walked in, Yami stopped shortly ahead of you and yelled. 

“Alright, listen up fuckers, we have a new member today, this is y/n, make yourself acquainted. Finral, bathroom.” Was all he said as Finral rushed over, stars dancing in his eyes upon looking at you.  You smiled back at him as Vanessa wrapped herself around your shoulders, clad in only lingerie with a bottle of cheap wine in her free hand. 

“Oooo where did you get such an outfit?! So cute!” Vanessa said, slowly peeling herself away from you and taking you all in, slowly but surely everyone else introduced themselves and bombarded you with questions, all except Zora, who seemed to be sleeping on the couch across the room very obviously trying to ignore the whole situation. Luckily enough for you Asta made his introduction for him so now it wouldn’t be weird for you to know who he was already. 

“Let me show you around!” Asta exclaimed, eagerly walking ahead of you, you followed him, taking one small peek behind you at the handsome masked man laying on the couch, who was actually peering at you through slitted eyes, causing a blush to paint on your cheeks as you quickly looked ahead of you and pressing your grimoire to your chest. All you heard behind you with a small chuckle causing your small blush into a blazing one. 

You got settled in very quickly and spent most of your days getting along and getting to know mostly everyone on the team. It was nice, you didn’t feel out of place and you’ve actually been able to use a little bit of magic here and there with the help of everyone around you. Of course thoughts of live at home, normal real home crept into your mind but you were practically begging to be in some new reality and experience the unreal, and now look, your sheer will bent the universes and landed you here. Could you really complain? 

At the current moment in time you were sitting on your own reading in the main common area while everyone else was either on a mission or also enjoying their time off. Except Zora, who quite unusually will just chill against the wall or on the couch when he isn't in town or traveling about to mess around with dirty nobles. But right now felt more intense, like someone was staring at you, and not just someone, but Zora, his piercing gaze felt like no other. It was like a scientist waiting for a rat to do something out of the normal. You turned in your seat and to no surprise there he was with his sea blue eyes just peering at you, causing the ever so common raging blush to paint your face, but you weren’t going to let that stop you from confronting him. 

“If you’re going to stare at me you might as well take a picture of me cretin,” you boldly stated, turning back in your seat. Why did you have to call him a cretin? What normal person just calls people cretins? Luckily he must have not taken offense because he was laughing and he walked over and sat next to you. 

“Cretin? Interesting way of flirting with me Cherry,” you looked down from your book and saw him with his head in his hand. His witty comeback against you was very obviously a job at how red your cheeks got when you were around him. 

“Well I wasn’t flirting with you, Match Book,” a stupid jab at has his hair looked also wasn’t the way to go but I guess this classic middle school back and forth flirting was how it was going to go. And it seemed to be the best option available because you now felt more comfortable in his presence and it seemed you two were getting along. 

“What do you want anyways Zora?” You asked, shutting your book and placing it on the table. He raised his eyebrow. 

“Let’s go for a walk,” with that he stood up without waiting for an answer and made his way to the door. Quickly you got up and followed him. You two didn’t speak for a bit as you walked, eventually you two came up to a small lake a few hundred feet from the base, Zora sat down in one of the clear patches, you decided to take up residence a few inches away. 

“This is beautiful,” you smiled, looking out to the peaceful lake glistening in the evening sun. 

“It is, but not as much as you.” Zora said, so blatant and straight forward. And if your face has never been this red and on fire before, well it was now. You didn’t even know you stopped breathing until, well, you needed air. 

“What..?” You looked at him as he was still peering at the lake.

“Oi, I’m not going to repeat myself,” Zora said in the most disgruntled way. 

“You’re different, everything about you, you don’t know what youre doing, you’re clumsy, your cheeks get this cozy red when I’m around, you radiate this positive do good energy and I’m drawn to it, I’ve been watching you since you got here, you’re intriguing,” he kept talking so honestly it made you wonder when he would ever stop flattering you, before you could say anything he said one last thing. 

“I want to get to know you.” He finally looked at you wearing a weak smile with a blazing blush that was so strong it krept a bit up and past his mask. 

“That was a lot, all at once, and to say I don’t feel anything back would be a lie, personally you radiate lawful chaotic energy but it's fun, I want to get to know you better as well.” You smiled and so didn’t he as you two looked back to the lake. You two sat there peacefully before being interrupted by someone gracefully coming through a spatial magic portal, wearing robes you know all too well, braided hair and the obvious facial marking, Licht. 

“Y/n, I see you’ve arrived,” he said calmly. “You probably don’t know who I am, but I know all about you,” dread filled your body like a subzero frost striking your bones. 

“I know who you are. What do you want.” Licht smiled at you. 

“I want to show you why you’re here,” he offered once he got closer but before you knew it Zora jumped in between you two. 

“Listen freakshow, she’s not going anywhere with you,” You could see every muscle in Zoras body tense in front of you, the tip of your nose practically touching his back. Licht chuckled.

“Hmm? I wasn’t offering,” Before you could even blink Zoras body was thrown away and now nothing stood in between you and Licht and before you knew it a force hit your body so hard you blacked out, slowly but surely phasing in and out of sleepy, your name was being yelled and fading out in the background and you felt you body being raised off the ground, the last thing you saw was Zora reaching out to you as much as he could, fingertips grazing upon your own as you slipped out of consciousness.