#ok. gonna go back to listening and creating

[campymonkey]

OK oomfs asked for my reasoning behind this especially why jackie taylor is so high up and i'm grateful i've been humoured into this. gonna do the top 3 teen characters first

1 - Shauna Shipman (teen) - arguably has the most interesting character development in the whole show. the element we see of her at first of being angsty, writing everything in her journal and being emotionally repressed but simultaneously wanting to be in control and keeping it in secret i.e her never telling anyone about her acceptance to brown + fucking jeff behind jackie's back. the fact that there's a dark gory part of her we have glimpses of - in the teen tl pre-crash in the way that she dresses, the songs she listens too, letting things out only on the page of her own journal AND in the adult timeline when how one of the first scenes we see of her killing the rabbit is paralleled with her volunteering to be the butcher in the wilderness. the fact that she wanted to be with jackie but also be jackie and even though she doesnt open up to many people she does TO HER and losing that and carrying that blame of it partially being her fault. wanting to be with jackie and wanting to BE jackie. the part that she loses when jackie dies and has to have the baby without her best friends in front of everyone. and how humilliated she must have felt by the fact that she managed to bottle up so much before the crash and now it was going out. leading to her rage, now the desire to be COMPLETELY in control when everything's been out of the control she tried so hard to mantain - as a secret - now becomes a leader. also trying to embody jackie in a way. "are you the captain or something" - hannah [to shauna] "no she's not because she's fucking dead" - natalie

2- Lottie Matthews (teen) - QUEEN OF THE WILDERNESS. what can i say? she's just a central part of what makes the show magic. toeing the line of is there something really supernatural or if it's just girls in a really fucking traumatizing situation. the wilderness in itself is a character and is mostly channeled through lottie. if we go back to the scene in the pilot where she's eating breakfast alone in a huge table and her maid gives her her psych meds we can really take a grasp of lottie's character. if we parallel that with her first creating the cult in the wilderness - which started light as a meditation circle - with almost everyone participating and talking to each other we can really understand how much she craved a sense of community. the way she also let go of everything she was reppressing in the wilderness. given that a lot of psychiatrists are shit we don't know how drugged up she was. and this is NOT a stance against psych meds because i do take them myself but some psychiatrists tend to be negligent especially with teens. the way she was rawdogging the wilderness without her meds couldn't have been easy but she managed to channel it through spirituality, first with laura lee. i do think it is possible for both things to be true - she is a psychic and shes also mentally ill. she was playful before but at the core pretty lonely and had a deep connection with laura lee throughout spirituality and ended up trying to replicate it in the group. didn't wanna go back because she essentially had nothing to go back too? "it's pretty much his only form of parenting" - lottie about her dad getting them a private jet.

4 - Jackie Taylor (RIP) MY COMPHET LESBOTRON MASTERBOSS SUICIDAL GIRL 3000. I LOVE YOU. all jokes aside, there are so many layers to jackie taylor. in the pilot script she's described as a "goddess, and worshipped as such". she naturally takes on the leadership role, i.e one of the first scenes while coach martinez was explaining to her why he made her the team captain. as an antithesis to shauna, her power is very outward but you see early on that it's a form to feel control from a life she feels is so out of her hands and dictated by what others think of her. two of the first scenes are her glorious running through the field after they made it to nationals, and her faking an orgasm to jeff then brushing her teeth in the bathroom looking deeply depressed. the dichotomy between her bubbly personality and optimism and angst - that she doesnt let out like shauna but its there - and hopelessness is so interest to witness. she is funny as HELL because she's completely useless in the wilderness but still tries to be a party clown like hey guys lets throw a party!!!! doomcoming, seance it will be so much fun!!! meanwhile shes dying inside. something about her being "the popular girl" but only really having one real friend who's shauna who she can truly open up to. the writers were pussies for only making jackieshauna canon after she was dead for fanservice btw. but thats beside my point. her whole arc of the status she built as a leader losing it's value in the wilderness is SO interesting to understand the show itself. her being the gateway for the cannibalism practices while being the team captain while in many cultures it is a belief that if you eat someone's meat you can absorb their powers. and i dont feel like we talk enough about JACKIES mental illness. she was so clearly suicidal that an argument with her best friend, who she felt betrayed by, was the only person she trusted in the world made her go sleep in the freezing cold. i could go on and on but i just love her. she truly haunts the narrative

ok nobody asked me shit but i still wanna talk so after some considerable thinking i've made my top 10 yellowjackets characters list considering both adult and teen versions

1 - Shauna Shipman (teen)

2- Lottie Matthews (teen)

3 - Misty Quigley (adult)

4 - Jackie Taylor (RIP)

5 - Shauna Shipman (adult)

6 - Lottie Matthews (adult)

7 - Natalie Scatorccio (adult)

8 - Taissa Turner (adult)

9 - Laura Lee (RIP)

10 - Travis Martinez (RIP)

[beefcakeash]

tag chatting

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[cathymee]

we're all wasting our time the earth should just explode soon <3

[so-many-ocs]

practical writing advice

part 2

avoid writing in bed if you can. writing in bed is the mind-killer. writing in bed is the little death that brings obliteration. you may think "but i can write AND be cozy" you will get sleepy so fast. 98% of the time when i try to get a nighttime writing session done in bed i go to sleep. maybe 70% of the time if it's an afternoon writing session. also it fucking kills your wrists.

STRETCH before writing. stretch as many parts of your body as possible ESPECIALLY YOUR WRISTS! i have chronic tendonitis in both of my arms from not doing this and it is manageable but it is Not Fun!

plug your phone in on the other side of the room. better yet, plug it in and leave it in another room. better yet, power it off and leave it in another room. "i'll just check one quick thing" do not underestimate the power of the doomscroll.

do a warmup. look up writing prompts (i like one-word prompts or prompts that focus on a general theme as it's easier to integrate into my writing style), set a timer for fifteen minutes, or ten, or five, and go ham. make it shitty or incomprehensible, as long as you make it. create a dump document for all your warmups. i currently have two novels in the works that started as one of these fifteen minute little warmups.

pick your background noise ahead of time if you use it, and look for something long. i listen to 3-hour-long silent hill ambient mixes on youtube dot com.

take breaks. around every 45 minutes, as i'm noticing myself begin to lose focus, i get up, grab a drink, get my blood flowing, and give myself some space to breathe.

sometimes i sit down to write and i think "every atom in my body is averse to doing this right now. i would rather dance barefoot on a bed of nails than open my laptop and start typing." and you know what i do? i go do something else instead. don't force it! it will become a chore.

that being said! write as often as possible. try to write every day. try to write at the same time. don't beat yourself up if you can’t, BUT the more often you write, the more often you'll want to write.

if you're stuck on a scene or a page or a chapter, go back to the last place where you felt like you knew what you were doing and start writing from there. keep a copy of your other writing in case you want to reuse it or refer back!

i don't know if this is something that will be helpful for other people but i start mentally preparing myself for my writing session a few hours ahead of time. i will say to myself, "today, at this time, i'm gonna sit down and write that scene where mina walks out on her book club, and it's going to be awesome and i'm looking forward to it." then, by the time i actually begin, i basically have the whole thing written out in my head and can just put it down to paper. it's a good way to at least kickstart the session !

ok thanks bye

[irisinluv]

Isekaied as the Yandere Villain!? Pt 2

Part one

It was almost 2 minutes before I realized I was still dragging the crown prince behind me. I quickly dropped his hand and looked at him, not able to hide the embarrassment on my face. Listen- I’m committed to the bit. I WILL be the crazy jealous fiancé. But… I’m still human ok. I just dragged a full grown man down several halls and a flight of stairs while I spaced out thinking about how I’m gonna buy my cat premium wet food once I get back home to her.

It’s fine, I’m not flustered at spacing out about my cat, my characters just flustered because she’s been holding the hand of the man she’s obsessed with, that’s all!

“Well…. Did you still want to dine and take that walk?”

I expected him to scold me for my mistreatment of Cressida, grow irritated from me dragging him along like this. Instead, he chuckles and threads his arm in mine, and begins escorting me down the hall.

“Absolutely, have you dined outside by the roses yet? There’s this lovely pavilion that I am eager to hear your thoughts on.”

And that’s how I found myself under an impressive array of roses, all trained up and around a cozy dining area, creating a canopy of green and pink over an intimate tea table. The food was equally impressive, I had to keep reminding myself that the other me is used to this lavish lifestyle, to not gawk at the fancy tiny sandwiches and deserts.

“Well? Is everything to your liking? ”

I’m going off script here, how am I supposed to know how the villainess would react to a romantic scene like this?? If my “evil crazy” side isn’t supposed to be directed at him, and she’s usually kinda distant and unsure around him…. That means I should probably respond pretty curtly, polite, yet not really engaging. But…. I’ve already messed that up…. I guess I can be more genuine when it’s the two of us like this. He can think that this version of me is the facade, that I’m pretending to be pleasant, and then will start to see what a jerk “I” truly am when Cressida’s around. Besides…. I almost feel bad for the villainess. She really just seems like she was shy. Who knows- maybe, if given the opportunity, she really would have opened up more. It’s clear she loved the prince, and just didn’t know how to show it. So, with that thought, I made up my mind.

“It’s breathtaking! Roses are my favorite flower, and I’ve never seen so many kinds in bloom at once…. Plus the food and company leave little to be desired.”

There you go- slip in some subtle flirting! I’m not quite sure what time period this is supposed to be, but I get the impression flirting as bit more high class here, and I think I can have some fun with that.

“I’m glad, to be honest I was a bit flustered asking you to dine with me… you caught me quite off guard today, but in a good way.” He reaches his hand across the table and places it on my own, “I’d like to do this more often, you and I. I feel like the confines of our current arrangement have left us practically strangers, despite being engaged for several months already. I’m enjoying just being companionable with you, even if it’s just existing comfortably in the same room.”

Ohhhh, I know I’m the villain in this story but I can’t help but root for him- what a sweetheart! It’s so obvious he’s been lonely, I can’t wait for him and Cressida to fall in love and have a couple of kids that they’ll spoil rotten. And in the meantime…. Maybe I do have a bit of evil in me, because I’m going to selfishly enjoy this handsome man treating me to lunches under roses and reading in cozy libraries while I can.

“I know exactly how you feel your highness. Now, you mentioned a walk?”

We spent the afternoon laughing and chatting, and it felt nice to chat without worrying too much about my role. He asked me about that book I picked out earlier, and listened attentively as I caught him up with where I’m at in the plot. In turn, I asked about what papers he’s been signing, documents he’s been drafting, etc.

The only thing I had to do was send glares to any young ladies we passed, settling my hand on his arm possessively, and I saw their eyes widen and faces disappear behind fans as they whisper to one another. I can picture this illustrated in a manhwa- the nasty princess sinking her claws into the gullible prince… hopefully all these ladies will start gossiping and we can really cement this evil persona of mine now that Cressida’s here.

When we returned to our separate apartments, I explored my rooms a bit until servants came to get me ready for dinner, and I slipped back into the frigid bitch persona. The servant girls dressed me in a slightly stuffy gown, but I had to admit, I looked gorgeous. I sat stiff and straight as they did my hair, forcing myself to be the very picture of cold indifference. I then dismissively thanked them for their help, then sat there awkwardly as they stared at me like I was crazy.

Ohhhh shit…. The original story hadn’t prepared me for this. My character was a villain, yes, but a side character for the most part! How was she supposed to act towards her servants? I went over what I knew- the novel showed the villainess alone quite often, usually obsessing over Eric and plotting/stalking. It showed her with Eric, and how distant and awkward their relationship was when together. And then of course the numerous scenes with Cressida where the Villainess did all sorts of heinous things to the sweet girl. But… it never depicted her with servants, or even any friends or other nobles. Just… Eric and Cressida. Was other me not actually a bitch all the time? Am I being unnecessarily rude right now? Oh god I’m such an idiot.

The story is told through Cressida’s point of view- of course there’s more depth to my own character than I initially thought! The Villianess must be a misunderstood introvert! Unsure of how to act around her crush, she’s fiercely insecure and jealous of this new girl who doesn’t struggle the same way she does. When she notices the prince slipping from her grasp, she acts out against Cressida because she can’t bear to lose Eric!

As someone’s who’s worked minimum wage jobs and struggled with social anxiety most of my life, I try to be nice to the people just working to survive, but here I am acting like these poor women are the dirt beneath my shoe…. Ok. Um. Well they’re still standing there in shock, I can fix this….

“You really did a lovely job… my hair has never looked so gorgeous, you’re truly talented! And I think the prince will be very pleased with this choice of ribbon!”

There- I was nicer, and I brought it back to Eric, so I’m still the lovesick fiancé whose entire world is waiting for her in the dining room. I frowned as the servants scuttled out of the room with hurried excuses, all of them looking like they were about to faint. Damn it… I can’t believe I misread the relationship between us. I probably just ruined their night by being uncharacteristically rude. I’ve gotta learn their names next time…. Maybe ask them to help me eat some fancy pastries as an apology…?

I didn’t know it, but while I was lamenting how wrong I was about the Villainess’ character, the servants were all gossiping to the others about what had just transpired.

“You’re telling me she said THANK YOU!?”

“Yes!!! And then you should have seen how nervous she got! She just rambled, blurting out such a sweet compliment, and she even tied it back to the prince!”

“I had no idea how precious she was… I can’t believe I never realized she’s just shy! In a new place, all alone aside from her new fiancé…. Who I gather she’s got a bit of a crush on! Poor dear.”

“Ohh our sweet girl, I’m sure it must be hard bonding with the prince, when all you do is sit yards apart and hardly speak …”

“Well I may have some news about that… and it’s no wonder she was a bit flustered today, because I saw the two of them in the gardens today! They were both nothing but smiles- absolutely smitten with one another!”

“Such a lovely girl, and we never knew it all this time!”

Apparently, I had it backwards. The real villainess truly was a 2D, basic character. She was insecure and possessive over the prince, bullying Cressida half to remind her who Eric belonged to, half for the fun of it. But she didn’t let on to anyone about the true depth of her love for him. She didn’t gossip to her handmaid, didn’t ask the servants which dress he would like better. Simply acted as if they did not exist, hardly saying a word to them.

While I thought my blunt “thank you” was colder than they were used to, and then tried to smooth things over…. It was more words than they’d heard from me in the whole time I’d lived in the palace. They lapped it up and declared me their own shy little dove after that.

When I arrived to dinner, I realized why daily dinners weren’t exactly a bonding activity for the villainess and Eric. The table was massive, and only held two chairs, one at either end. It felt so…. Cold?

Eric had beat me there, and quickly stood up from his seat, waiting until I sat and a servant pushed in my chair to retake his own seat. He smiled at me and said,

“Good evening, princess.”

He had to project his voice slightly. It wasn’t like he was shouting or being loud, it was just the manner of speaking you use when talking to an elderly relative, clearer, and enunciating better so they could hear you.

I replied back, projecting my voice similarly, and found the conversation was, in fact, more awkward than it had been earlier. We ate our food mostly in silence, occasionally one of us would say something and the other would stop moving their utensils on their plate, listening closer as they ask,

“What’s that?”

By the time dinner was over and we each went to bed, I felt drained. I could have just been louder I suppose- but it’s so hard to keep up a conversation like that. I know we get along- we had chatted all afternoon after all. But some part of me realized it’s probably good to keep a bit of distance between us, even if I’ve rewritten things to be a bit chummier between the two of us. Cressida needs to swoop in and steal him from me… and my job is still to leave that room for her to do so.

It’s hard trying to be someone else, yet also making sure you lead the plot in the right direction- it’s exhausting! I feel like both director and actress!

It’s with this in mind that I launch myself into the softest bed I’d ever felt, and passed out. My first day as princess consort, the Yandere fiancé, complete.

While I was getting acquainted with my feather bed, Eric was speaking with the head waitstaff.

“Yes, tomorrow, would you mind adjusting the seating situation? I’d like for the princess consort and I to be closer together from now on. Yes, and ask my assistant to arrange my schedules like so, I’ve detailed it here. Thank you.”

At the same time, Cressida was recounting her run in with the prince and I to her handmaiden as she finishing unpacking and settling into her family’s guest apartments. Which, unbeknownst to me… was right across the hall.

Series discontinued- sorry my loves. Ik y’all wanted more but the good news is that I’ve seen several really talented authors picking up this idea and executing it wayyyy better than my sporadic mood writing ever could.

[darqx]

Another BP/HH/Gen answer dump as usual starting with BP and then moving into the other two \o/

All demons age about the same rate as humans (although with earlier milestones as babies) UNTIL they hit their 30s-40s after which aging slows down drastically 🙂‍↕️

Izm chasing you down to get .D back like

🤔 You guys sometimes really make me think about things I don't often have to think about LOL. I'm just gonna do the gang this time so off the top of my head:

Izm and .D are often eating sushi in my drawings and since I'm pretty sure Izm is mainly the one buying, sushi is his fave. He'll eat any type but he prefers the raw fish ones.

Whilst .D also likes sushi, it's not his fave dish. His fave dish is pasta in a red sauce (like Sugo or Arrabiata) for some reason. Nostalgia maybe?

Zeke is a meat and potatoes kind of guy, so, a nice juicy sirloin with mushroom sauce and a side of roast potatoes and veggies. (BP!Zeke is similar but he really likes pork/bacon particularly, so a pork roast for him probably).

Wei Ren's comfort foods are chicken congee, and seafood steamboat/hot pot.

Marcus' fave is his mom's chicken casserole.

Oh I'm glad (and thank you very much)! I hope you get lots of inspiration and can create a lot of things :D

Hm, that's a good question! I think, for doodling purposes, my fave is Rire mainly because Rire always looks more or less completed in black and white. My other two faves are .D and Izm - .D is a good exercise in subtle expressions whereas Izm is the complete opposite (esp with BP!Izm with that mouth).

Yes. I mean, I'd prefer you be at least 15 for those two things only cos if i had to age rate them they could be considered M or MA15+.

Hullo! The short answer is that there are also "not normal" skin tones, it depends on the demon species :)

The rest of society is pretty standard so yes there are charlatans in the world of BP lol. HOWEVER, no one would pretend to be a BP for three distinct reasons:

You need to be sanctioned to be a BP (ie they have abilities that normal people do not, like being able to perform exorcisms.)

There is no profit to be had as BPs generally don't get paid (all their living expenses are generally covered by their religion's HQ).

It's dangerous work. You'd have better luck being a bank robber.

Desmond is def a club music kind of guy XD EDMs, techno, trance, hardstyle, house, whatever - the kind of stuff you jump energetically up and down to at a club/concert/rave, he'll listen to it.

Not yet for BP (soon...🙏🏻). HH wasn't really a comic series so much as a bunch of somewhat random one shots I did for fun lol.

^ you guys :d

I don't put my pronouns anywhere partly because it is lowkey amusing for me to see how people perceive me online. It doesn't really matter to me, so go with your best guess lol.

You would be surprised at how much time those two hobbies can take up outside of work |D; I also like doing puzzle games (like Quordle etc), coding, going for walks/bike riding, making slightly odd food combos in normal recipes and freaking out my friends on Discord with them, and watching horror/disaster films and playthroughs of horror games.

Maybe one day I would, but not at this particular time, sorry!

Thanks for asking as this is a bit of a grey type area! Personally, I think that as long as this is purely for your own use and you aren't going to on-sell it in any way...then it should be ok. I'm going to categorise something like this as somewhat similar to say...people printing out my art to stick to their wall type thing. Of course, if you ended up buying a bunch and then thought oh i have so many extra I'll sell them to whoever wants them - that would be a no no.

In what capacity lol if there's something I've learned from real life it's never agree or disagree to anything without knowing specifics. Eg if you would like to use my art as a PFP on tumblr then you can if you credit it, but if you want to use my art as a face claim for your own charac then i would have to say no, etc.

That makes two of us as i am not familiar with the twisted wonderland universe :P

.D: Diasomnia

Izm: Pomefiore

Wei Ren: Ignihyde

Zeke: Savanaclaw

Marcus: Diasomnia

I never really specified one so my friends and I have been calling it the fictional city of Hedone lol.

I haven't given up on HH, i just dont draw it nearly as much since i'm focussing on developing BP :) Anyway HH wasn't seriously planned to be a comic or anything (though technically...it does have a very loose storyline that I've alluded to in some drawings |D ) so it's something I can just jump back into and doodle whenever i feel like.

This was from a while back

It's pretty straightforward HH is a slice of life 'verse where my main characs are in an all boy's boarding school and Rire is the headmaster. It focuses on the boys shenanigans though so if you specifically like Rire you will be disappointed as he's barely in it.

I cut off this post cos I dont think the stuff in it should be shared with other random people even though anon is on anon. If this is you anon i hope you are doing well and i would genuinely encourage you to talk to someone about certain things (like a therapist maybe).

[headlinerkwan]

whispered - c.hs

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

genre: nonidol!au, mutual friends to lovers, secret dating, featuring the rest of svt, reader & vernon are whipped for each other, slight comfort, suggestive.

summary: vernon had always been the guy you saw across the room but never spoke to, until you did. who could blame you for keeping your relationship quiet?

warnings: profanity, mental health, alcohol, implied family problems, highly suggestive - MDNI!!

wc: 4.4k

a/n: i hope you guys like this!! i've always loved the secret dating trope and vernon's so sweet sooo. song rec for this fic is leonard cohen - boygenius ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎

The night that you met Vernon was ordinary. Or, at least, it was meant to be ordinary. Another party at Jeonghan and Seungkwan’s place, no different from the one they held last Friday - chaotic as always, right? You had seen Vernon around before, it was impossible not to notice him. There was something that drew you to him, something that made you curious. Maybe it was the way his dark eyes sparkled under the low kitchen lights, or how he really didn’t seem to care what was going on around him, focusing only on the music and the drink in his hand. 

“Everyone! Listen up!” Seungkwan yells, standing on top of a chair. You lift your head to watch him, catching Vernon’s eyes briefly as you do. “Who’s up for a game of suck and blow?” 

As soon as he says that, you know there’s no escaping. Your friend grabs you by the arm, already sensing your hesitation. 

“Pleaseee” Lia babbles into your ear, leaning against you “Just this once. One game, then I promise I’ll let you return to your dungeon, come on! It’ll be fun.”

Absent-mindedly, your gaze drifts to Vernon. You stifle a smile whilst you watch Chan and Jeonghan hassle him similarly. You sigh and reply to Lia, “Fine, one game.”

Seungkwan has always been methodical when it comes to games. Everything has to be just right from the set up to the number of players, it’s all a process. You’re standing with your friends, and a few strangers, waiting as Seungkwan creates the ‘perfect’ formation. 

“Kwan, hurry up!” Mingyu whines. 

“Ugh you don’t get it, fine.” He starts pulling people out, each one of your friends lined up and, like the child that he is, he puts you behind Vernon of course. 

He turns to you, adorning an awkward smile before he offers his hand.

“I’m Vernon.”

“Y/N” You say, shaking his hand. 

“I know.” 

Your eyes widen, he knows?. He turns around, a smug look on his face, chuckling to himself. 

The next time you see his face, he’s holding the card to his lips and bending down slightly to meet you. It’s like everything goes quiet once his eyes look into yours, like it’s the first day of your life as he leans in closer, and closer. 

And then, he drops the card. 

And his lips are on yours. His lips are on yours. Oh shit. 

You pull away quickly, your heart fluttering as the party hollers around you. 

“And… you two are out!” Seungkwan yells, pointing at the both of you, as if you needed more of a reason to blush. 

Keeping your eyes on the floor, embarrassed by your shy smile and red cheeks, you immediately walk towards Lia who, after being sat in front of Chan, had already lost the game. 

“I’m gonna go home now.”

“Huh?”

“You said one game, and I’m tired so…”

She sits back in her chair, sighing “Ok, I’ll keep my end of the deal, text me when you get home.”

“Mhm, stay safe, I’ll see you later!”

“Yeah yeah I know.”

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Stepping out onto the street, you finally feel like you can breathe. The night sky, a gathering of stars to guide you home and the wind blowing gently through your hair. 

“We shouldn’t have lost, you know. Seungkwan’s a bad referee.”

Huh? You freeze. Is that…

You turn around to confirm your suspicions and there he is. In the middle of the road, Vernon is stood waiting for you to respond, hoping you’ll respond. 

“Huh?” 

“That wasn’t a real kiss,” he says, stepping closer to you. His eyes are soft as he scans your face as if he’s trying to memorise every freckle and blemish, “this is.”

He places two fingers under your chin, lifting your face to look at him. His lips crash into yours, he tastes like sweet vanilla and beer, his hands move gently to cup the side of your face. You’re still for a second, still frozen in place until you finally come to your senses and begin kissing him back. His tongue licks over your lips, and you part them in response, leaning into him as his tongue smooths around your mouth, tangling your fingers in his hair as he teases and smiles into you. 

Pulling back, he rests his forehead against yours, opening his eyes to look at you with a breathless grin. “Better?” he whispers against your lips and you can’t manage anything but a nod in response. 

His hand drops from your face to find your hand, warm and strong. You find yourself speechless as he turns away from you, dragging you along the street as he giggles to himself like a small child, “C’mon, I’ll walk you home”. 

You don’t live far from Jeonghan’s apartment, but the walk with Vernon feels almost like a lifetime as you trade anecdotes on your mutual friends and daily lives.

You learn he works at the record store downtown, he’s been friends with Seungkwan since they were teenagers and, just like you, he had been dragged to the party by his friends - your friends. 

Between you two, you note at least six times that you had just missed meeting each other at group hangouts, four times that you had seen the other but been too shy to approach them. A multitude of missed chances, all the times you had gone against the strings of fate.

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As you shut the door to your apartment, you can’t help but smile to yourself, thinking back on the last hour.

If you were being honest with yourself, you were… somewhat of a pessimist when it came to romance. The whole dating thing, to be blunt, you had grown sick of. The back and forth, the chasing, the disappointment. You’re not sure you have the energy for more disappointment. 

Vernon, though, manages to slip past you somehow. Manages to slip past the walls you’d built over the years. The way he makes you laugh, his heart-shaped smiles, his chestnut hair perfectly framing his face, the way he views the world with a pure curiosity.

Fuck. Tonight might have been the first time in months that your smiles have been real. Tonight your smiles weren’t products of politeness but real, genuine happiness. 

God this can’t be good. You’re going soft. You’re letting a man turn you soft.

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Maybe: Vernon [13:12]: I know we JUST saw each other but I can’t stop thinking about that donut place we saw last night.

Your phone vibrates on your desk and you immediately catch yourself smiling. It’s almost embarrassing how he has you giggling at your screen from such a simple message. 

Ok. Compose yourself. You still need to respond. 

Y/N [13:15]: It’s like you can read my mind. 

Vernon [13:16]: I’ll be there in 15.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —–· · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

“I should tell you something.” You say, walking down the street hand-in-hand with Vernon.

“Out of the blue?” 

“Mhm, out of the blue!” You respond, nudging him playfully.

“Go on…”

“I just… I’m not like, ashamed of you. I’m just, I like it like this, just you and me, I like us.”

He chuckles quietly at your sudden candour and timidity.

You hit his arm softly “Bro! I’m being serious.”

“Bro! I know!” He pulls you closer, “It’s nice with you, peaceful, like everything else fades away. I like having you to myself I guesss.”

“Hmm, maybe I should be ashamed of you, I can still change my mind” You say, laughing. 

“You couldn’t even if you wanted to” 

You respond with a pouty smile, he giggles, his mouth moulding into the heart shape that always manages to melt you. 

“Ooo! Wait let’s get ice cream!” He says, his hand leaving yours as he runs to the food stall across the street, still grinning from ear to ear.

You find yourself smiling again. If someone had told you two months ago that you would fall for a film nerd who has the Wikipedia app downloaded onto his phone you might’ve punched them square in the face - and yet, here you are.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —–· · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

“Cheers!”, your friends call out, clinking their glasses together. All of you are crowded around a small table, you’re sandwiched between Seokmin and Lia who are in the midst of an intense conversation about film adaptations. Vernon is sitting silently at the other end of the table, listening to Chan and Seungkwan rambling on about a lost bet. His eyes meet yours and a quiet smile appears on his face in time with yours. 

“Y/N! You’re the literature nerd, can you pleaseee explain the phenomenon that is the 1996 adaptation of Romeo and Juliet” Seokmin says, pulling you away from your silent exchange.

You clear your throat and prepare yourself to give somewhat of a lecture on what you think may be the best modern retelling of Shakespeare.

Almost an hour later, Vernon pipes up, seeking an opportunity. “Anyone want another pint?”

A mumble of yes’s respond as empty glasses are lifted into the air. 

“Y/N, mind giving me a hand?” He asks, impressively casually. 

“Oh, uh yeah of course.” You say, shooting up from your seat (not so casually).

Standing at the bar waiting for the bartender's attention, Vernon leans over to whisper in your ear, “Should we just… run away?”. 

“So tempting Mr. Chwe but I think they might catch on.”

“Hmm I’m not sure, I think they might be too caught up in their own conversations to piece it together.”

“A good point.”

“Wait five minutes, I’ll be outside.” He says assuredly, slyly reaching to squeeze your hand. 

And then he’s gone, returning to the table to bid your friends goodbye, glancing at you one last time before he leaves and turns the corner.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —–· · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

“Finally” He whines jokingly as you exit the bar after escaping the tipsy grasp of your friends. 

You laugh, throwing your head back at his dramatics whilst he pulls you in by the waist, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. 

“I missed you.” He whispers.

You can’t stop yourself from giggling again, “We’ve literally been together the entire night.”

“Sure, but now you’re all mine.” He replies, pressing soft pecks into your skin. 

“Can’t deny that.” 

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —–· · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Y/N [23:17]: Are you free rn?

Vernon [23:17]: For you? Always.

Y/N [23:19]: Can you come get me? 

Vernon [23:21]: Are you ok?

Y/N [23:21]: Yeah, I just need to get out of here

‘Y/N�� shared their location with ‘Vernon’. 

The rain is sharp and cold as it falls on you, staring at the puddles forming by your feet. There isn’t a thought in your head as you watch the raindrops fall.  Dinner with your family has always brought out the worst in you, always wearing you down, leaving you empty. Your heart is heavy with exhaustion, anger, sadness. Exhaustion. 

Then his hand slips into yours. Warm and strong as always. 

“Y/N?”

You turn to him, slowly lifting your head to look at him, tears in your eyes. His expression immediately softens, “Come on bub, let me drive you home.”  he says, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and opening the car door for you.  

“Do you wanna talk about it?”  

“I don’t know ‘non, can we not go home yet though? I just need some time to think.”

He nods, starting the engine, “Of course.”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —–· · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

The sand falls from the gaps between your fingers, you sit beside Vernon, resting your head on his shoulder and letting the sea’s mist kiss your face. 

Vernon is the first to break the silence, “I come here a lot, to think.”

“Mm,” you hum “it’s nice here, quiet.”

He kisses the top of your head and returns his focus to the waves crashing against the rocks. 

“Sometimes I feel so out of my depth, like I don’t know if i’m doing the right thing or what the right thing is,” you admit quietly, his hand finds yours to show you he’s listening, “It all just feels so out of my control, like everything’s happening around me and not to me and that’s … not fun.”

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you against his chest, “I know bub, and it’s not like there’s an easy fix. It’s just- you just have to feel it, the sadness, the anger, the happiness, that’s the best way. Just like how some waves pass and others break apart, and some mountains seem impossible to climb, that’s just how it is, even if it’s shit. And when it’s overwhelming, that’s okay too because I’ll come and rescue you, we’ll climb the mountains together.”

There’s a moment of silence before he lifts his pinky finger to yours. 

“Promise.” he says softly. 

You loop your fingers together and seal it with a shake. The sea air carrying your whispers into the night. 

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —–· · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

“Okay, options are ramen or takeout.” He calls from the kitchen.

“Hmm, I think we definitely deserve takeout.”

“How come?”

“For being the power couple of the century, what do you mean?”

His laugh echoes through his apartment, “Brooo, you’re so right I can’t believe I even asked.”

He runs over to you, lazily splayed across his couch, lying on top of you he continues to giggle as he buries his face into your neck. 

You love lazy Sundays with Vernon, they had quickly become your escape from reality, a sanctuary for yourself, your happiness and your love.

“What movie are we watching today then ‘non?” You ask sweetly, your hands subconsciously playing with his hair.

“I was thinking… academy award winning classic ‘The Grand Budapest Hotel’?”

Ah yes, the film you and Vernon had watched ten times over, the one you would never get sick of, “LETS FUCKING GOOO!!” you yell, excitedly punching the air. 

He sits up, looking at you with a cheesy grin, laughing and mirroring your fists, “LETS GO BROO!!”

As much as you love the film, staying focused on it proves to be a struggle - especially with Vernon next to you. You can’t help but watch the intense sparkle in his eyes as he’s entirely consumed by the screen. You find yourself mesmerised by the way he watches and laughs along like it’s the first time. 

“It’s hard to focus with your eyes on me” he states abruptly, refusing to tear his eyes away from the TV.

Your cheeks burn red from embarrassment, “Oh, sorry.”

He turns to you then, a blend of concern and mischief on his face, “I didn’t say that I didn’t like it.”

Your eyes widen slightly at his sudden confidence, a part of him that always makes your heart flutter. You don’t even get a chance to respond as his lips capture yours, melting into him as he kisses you passionately, stealing the air from your lungs. One of his hands cups your face gently, a direct juxtaposition from the other which finds its way to your waist, gripping firmly as the two of you move against each other like ocean waves. 

Tangling your fingers in his hair, he pulls you onto his lap, moving his lips to suck and nibble at your neck as your breath grows heavy with desire. The moans he releases against your skin echo through you, his hands running up and down your body as you throw your head back, getting hungrier by the minute. 

And then he stops. 

Huh? 

You immediately open your eyes, slightly concerned by the suddenness of his actions, to find his eyes back on the TV whilst his hands continue to fiddle with the hem of your shorts. 

“I love this scene.” He whispers, breathless and fascinated.

“Vernonnnn” you whine, throwing yourself back down onto the couch. It’s sweet, honestly, endearing, you find yourself giggling “are you kidding?”

He looks down at you, an innocent smile plastered on his face, his hand still caressing your thigh. He raises a curious eyebrow before breaking into a loud chuckle and leaning back towards you.

“Dude… Of course I’m kidding. I think the film’s gonna have to wait until I’m done with you.” He whispers against your skin, trailing kisses from your lips to your collarbone.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —–· · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Five months in, you and Vernon had mastered the ‘Romeo and Juliet’ routine. Even around your friends, you cherished every moment with him, every smile, secret touch, knowing look. Even on bad days, your heart feels lighter with Vernon around. 

It’s another chaotic Friday night, just like when you had first met Vernon, except this time your friends hadn’t dragged you to Jeonghan and Seungkwan’s apartment but to their favourite karaoke bar. The table you’re sitting at is littered with empty soju bottles and beer cans, you listen intently to one of Jun’s famous anecdotes as BooSeokSoon serenades your friends loudly.

“How do they still have the energy for that?” Wonwoo asks, astounded as the three men jump around, microphones in hand. 

‘They’re machines, you know that.” Minghao replies.

“Mm, you’re right.” 

Watching your friends, wrapped up in their own little worlds, you’re almost emotional - so happy to see them having fun, so proud to have watched them grow, and then there’s Vernon of course - maybe it’s the alcohol talking but you’re not sure you’ve felt so happy before. 

“We should play a game,” Seungcheol slurs, “Should we play a game? Yeah we should play a game.” You laugh at the conversation he’s having with himself, watching as Vernon, grinning stupidly, walks over to his friends to lead them down from the stage and back to the table. The boys around you cheer for the others as they stumble to their chairs, bowing dramatically to their new ‘fans’. Once the havoc settles down, Mingyu taps his ring against his glass “Ok,” he points his finger, scanning the group before landing on Joshua “Shua, what game are we playing?” 

“Uh… 365?” Joshua replies, being met with drunken agreement from the rest. 

The time passes quickly as you drink and play. Growing tipsy, you hardly notice the change in Vernon’s demeanour when Soonyoung rests his head on your shoulder. It’s nothing new to you, he’s known to be an affectionate drunk - and a light weight, you’re used to his drunken skinship.

Vernon’s patience is running low as the minutes pass, his leg shaking as he watches Soonyoung cuddle up to you. He stands up from his seat across the table, walking over to your seat and taking your hand, leading you outside. Confused, you look back at your friends as you walk with him, finding them all too drunk to notice you and Vernon’s absence.

“Non? Is everything okay?”

“Can we go home now?” He asks softly with hurt eyes.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” 

“I should be sat over there with you, I just don’t want to watch Soonyoung be all cuddly with the person I love.” 

“Non, you know he’s just a sleepy drunk, we can go home if you want-”

Wait. 

“The person you love?” you question, your eyes soften as you process his words. 

“Oh uh, you, I mean… you.” he breaks eye contact, fidgeting nervously. 

“For real?” you smile.

He laughs to himself, “Yeah dude, for real.” 

You giggle again, smiling wide and throwing your head back. As you do, his hands cup your face, bringing you back to him matching your grin. You reach up to move a strand of hair out of his hair. 

“I like jealous Vernon.” you whisper.

“Shut up.” he says, his lips finding yours in a soft and wanting kiss. 

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —–· · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • · 

You’re lying in bed, glowing with sweat, tangled up in your sheets and wrapped in Vernon’s arms. The calmness that washes over you in these moments is immeasurable, the comfort and contentedness you feel is something that you wish would last forever.  

There’s a knock on your door and you both shoot up from the bed. 

“Y/N, are you home?” Your roommate calls from the other side of the door. 

“I thought…” He whispers with wide eyes.

“Yeah… Lia’s not meant to be back until tomorrow” You reply, scrambling to throw some clothes on. 

“What do we do?”

“Y/N?” Lia calls again.

You search your room looking for some kind of escape plan before it dawns on you, there was only one option. 

You point to the closet.

He shoots you a questioning look.

“I don’t fucking know bro” you whisper, rushing to make yourself somewhat presentable.

You open the door, Vernon finally hidden, “Hey, you’re back early!” you say to Lia, trying your best to hide the fact that there was a man hiding in your closet.

“Yeah, we finished early so I got the train this morning. I was just wondering if you wanted to get lunch later?” 

“Sounds good! Give me like 30 minutes?”

“Yep that works for me” Lia says as she disappears into her room. 

You shut the door, letting out a deep breath. 

“You can come out now.”

Vernon pokes his head out of the closet, scanning the room before stepping out. You stare at each other in silence before bursting into laughter. 

“I swear I almost shat the bed!” Vernon says, throwing himself down on the mattress.

“Bro, that was crazy…” you agree, joining him on the bed.

Your laughter slowly fades into a comfortable silence.

“Should we just…” you begin.

“Tell them?” Vernon finishes.

You hum in agreement. 

“I mean… why not? As long as you’re with me, I think… I think It’ll be okay.” You speak softly, he’s quiet for a few seconds until he starts peppering kisses all over your face, smiling sweetly against your skin. 

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —–· · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

A couple days later, you and Vernon stand in front of the restaurant, you can see your friends chatting inside the building. Your hand is in his, his thumb caressing yours. You look at each other, sharing an anxious but determined look, before nodding and walking towards the door. 

When you enter the restaurant, it’s almost comical the way that your friends turn to look at you, their eyes dropping to your interlocked hands. 

Anticipative silence fills the room as you exchange looks. 

“I FUCKING TOLD YOU GUYS!” Seungkwan yells excitedly, standing up from his chair and pointing an accusatory finger at your friends, inciting a blur of exclamations from the rest of the group. 

Vernon looks at you, smiling, before you sit down beside each other and prepare yourself for the abundance of questions coming your way.

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Ok, so, imagine the overblot hand with a yuu that has a gigantic griffin as a familiar, I'm talking 10' feet for more. Oh yeah, that's just my partner and their

12' FEET TALL GRIFFIN???

Raccoon Note : YES. JUST A 12' FEET TALL GRIFFIN WITH A LIL' WITHOUT MAGIC TEENAGER Genre : GN Type : Headcanon Characters : Overblot boys + the apparition of Grim and Crowley Infos about the fic : Griffin are seeing as one of the most dangerous thing in Twisted Wonderland and hard to find (it's a twisted world after all). Yuu's world Griffins are NOT the same as the ones in Twisted Wonderland. TW : English isn't my first language, bad english. I don't really know a lot about griffins but I tried, the griffins in Yuu's world are NOT the same in Twisted Wonderland.

Crowley was looking for the new student, they had opened their gate by themselves and left ! This had never happened before ! Now, Crowley had to search them without any help !

He walked towards the garden, where he saw a student (probably the new one) with some kind of cat with blue fire similar to those of the Shroud.

Crowley approached, preparing his magic to deal with the animal, when a large animal charged at the cat and- WAS IT A GRIFFIN ?!

No need to tell that Crowley thought he was dreaming when you said that that Griffin was your familiar.

He brought you back to the ceremony, praying that your griffin could pass through the doors normally, without breaking everything.

Spoiler : The griffin was too tall. The doors are broken now (and Crowley is crying looking at the costs he will have to pay for repairs).

When you entered in the ceremony room, all attention was on the griffin that had just broken down the door to get in.

(I will rename the griffin Cloudwing because they need a name)

Cloudwing was looking everywhere, searching for a potential menace, until you told them to stop and that nothing bad would happen.

When the studiants saw that the griffin was listening to you, they were sure you will be sort at Diasomnia. I mean, a human that have a giant griffin must be really powerful, right ?

No need to tell the shock they had when the Black Mirror said you had no magic.

Grim took advantage of the confusion of the students and the headmage to create chaos, saying that he wanted that without magic-human place.

"Catch him." Was all you said to your griffin, not even looking at Grim.

5 seconds after this order, Grim was trapped under one of the griffin's legs. The griffin looked at Grim in the eyes, wanting to eat him.

"Cloudwing, don't look at the weasel-cat-whatever this is, like that. You're going to scare him."

The griffin huffed but looked away to look at you, waiting the next order.

The students all looked at you with fear and respect. No one had seen a griffin obey at a human so well before- but one without magic ? That had never happened in history !

And Crowley...

"Teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me-"

At the end, you had to stay at the school at Ramshackle.

Funfact : When Crowley said that you were gonna be the school janitor/handyman, Cloudwing attack him before you could stop them, and Crowley was so scared that this griffin will unlive him that he said "You know what ? Ignore that, you can be a student-" in a very fearful way.

Riddle Rosehearts

When you met him, you thought he was a tyrant who's rules are dumb and useless.

I mean, cancelling the magic of others because they have break a rule ? Does he want the students of his dorm to fail their classes ?

You didn't like him, and Cloudwing too.

The only reason you were going to their un-birthday party was because you didn't want Ace and Deuce going back to their dorm alone, not with that tyrant in there.

And you didn't trust Trey and Cater, not when they were close with Riddle. They could betray you for all that you know.

And spoiler : they did.

-

During his overblot, you were at first analyzing it, looking for any weakness.

The two only ways to defeate it was to make Riddle faint or to destroy his phantom.

The glass of the phantom didn't look very strong- it looked like normal glass.

So you did what you thought was the best..

"Cloudwing, detroy that glass head."

You didn't have to say it twice before Cloudwing sinks their claws into the glass, scratching it, destroying it, the black substance (was it the blot ?) spilling onto the floor.

After about a minute, all that remained of the Overblot was a passed out and injured Riddle, along with a huge black/blot puddle that was once the phantom.

-

When Riddle woke up and learn that you were helping, he didn't believe it.

After all, why would you help him ? All that you knew about him was that he was a tyrant.

When he apologized to you, you quickly accepted the apology and asked him if you could come to the un-birthday party Ace had requested.

The un-birthday was good, even the salty pie wasn't that bad.

Even if your griffin had another opinion about the pie..

Leona Kingscholar

You didn't talk with Leona a lot before discovering it was him who was the mastermind behind all the injuries of the magift players.

And when you and others confront him about it, he overblot.

That time, Cloudwing didn't destroy the phantom, no, they attack Leona directly.

Leona's unique magic touches you, and Cloudwing was scared that you will die, really scared. So they acted on instinct.

There was a lot of blood shed on both sides, new scars.

At the end of the Overblot, Leona got some new scars in the shape of griffin talons, and Cloudwing got some lion's scars.

Leona wasn't really happy to have new scars, but it was the price for overblotting, he guess.

You apologized for the scars Cloudwing gave him before living the room, letting him alone.

-

"I know you were scared, but remember : they aren't in their normal condition when they ovetblot. Try to be a little more careful when you fight with them next time, or just fight the phatom behind them. We don't want you to kill someone, right ?"

The griffin didn't answer, but looked disappointed in themselves.

Azul Ashengrotto

The water wasn't you element, and wasn't Cloudwing's element too.

It's for that you didn't sign Azul contract and decided to do a coup d'etat/overturn.

It was simple, really.

Leona owe you a favor since you saved him from the Overblot, he was indebted.

So you will use the students from his dorm to create chaos in Azul's restaurant, Ruggie will steal the contracts and give them to Leona who will destroy them with his unique spell.

See ? Simple. What could goes wrong ?

You haven't tell anything to Ace, Deuce and Grim because you didn't want them to ruin your plan.

And- oh ? How did you knew you could destroy the contracts ? Well, let just say you had some help for finding that information (if anything, it's between you, Rook, and the trees).

What you didn't plan was the overblot.

Yeah, another one-

"Why ?" You asked to the ocean, while the others were fighting.

Cloudwing had a little more trouble beating Azul's phantom than Ridde's, not being used to fighting underwater.

But, at the end, you win ! But at what cost ?...

"Crowley, you can't be serious."

"I, actually, am-"

"I'm NOT paying or helping for rebuild the restaurant just because Azul offered to give you 25% of their revenue if you let him keeping it."

"But-"

"Cloudwing, chase him."

Jamil Viper

The moment he tried to use his unique magic on you, Cloudwing attacked him.

Jamil managed to cover his face with his arm just in time for Cloudwing's claws to not tear his face apart.

His arm though... The medics said he would be scarred by Cloudwing's claws for life.

It wasn't a good moment.

You didn't go to Scarabia, not after what Cloudwing has done.

But, when you heard that there was another overblot at Scarabia and that the Octavinelle trio was involved.. You just knew you had to help them.

That time again, Cloudwing have tore Jamil's phantom apart, but not before giving Jamil a few swipes with his claws.

Looks like you should apologize for the scars... again.

-

Jamil was confused when you apologized.

He was the one who overblot, tried to manipulate you, put you under his unique magic. The scars were just a price to pay for his mistakes, so why were you apologizing ?

You ignored his confusion, and finished your apology before leaving the infirmary.

-

"Cloudwing , do you think one day I will have a normal month ? Without any overblot ?"

Cloudwing didn't answer, but you didn't need to have one for knowing the answer.

Vil Schoenheit

You've saw some of the movies he plays in, and you find it sad that he never win, even if he play a really smart character.

You and Cloudwing always prefer his characters in movies (that is always the smart villain) rather than the one that play Neige (that is always the dumb, naive hero).

But, it was normal considering the fact you come from a world with a lot of anti-heroes, villains characters with a sad backstory, that win.

"What will happen if I make a movie where Vil, the villain, win against Neige, the hero ?"

Cloudwing think a few seconds before speaking (although you didn't understand what they were saying because you don't speak Griffin (is it even possible to learn it ?)).

So, when you met him, you were really excited.

You said that you love the characters he played and find it sad that he never win, after all, sometimes a good villain deserve to win.

You didn't see the look on his face when you said that. He was surprise that someone thought that the characters he played, the villain, should win over Neige characters, the hero.

-

Having them in Ramshackle wasn't that bad, but you made some rules :

Don't poison the food or water

Don't criticize the dorm, we can't afford to renew it and Crowley would rather lose his wings than pay for the dorm.

Don't insult the ghosts (they are quite susceptible).

Don't left your room after 11pm.

Don't do freeky things (looking at you, Rook).

Some rules can be add with times.

It was all the rules you have place.

When Vil said he wanted to make them go on a diet, you asked him if he was going to seek help from a nutritionist to do it, and if he knew about possible allergies that the others had, to avoid any kind of incident.

The day after, you and the others went to see a nutritionist. It has reveal that Ace had an allergy for cucumbers (it's not canon, I just needed someone to have an allergy).

You and Rook became best stalking friends since Azul by the way. You love stalking people for informations. I just place that here.

Half of the living room of the dorm is always taken by Cloudwing.

One day, all the dorm (even the non-permanent members) rode on the griffin back to class because it was late and you didn't want to be late at class. Since then, you always do that.

-

Vil Overblot wasn't really long compare to Azul's one, but the damage Cloudwing have done...

If Malleus wasn't here for fixing it, you just know Crowley would have ask to Cloudwing (and you, maybe) to leave the NRC. Or he would have complain about it for months. You don't know what is the worst.

Vil, surprisingly, didn't have any scars. He was tired, and not okay, but he didn't have any scars.

But you have lost the VDC, because of the traitor Rook is.

-

"Rook... I didn't know you were like Trey and Cater ! Traitor !"

"We already apologized about it !" -probably Cater.

"I didn't forget !"

And Cloudwing agreed with you on that one.

Idia Shroud

You never saw him before his overblotting.

No need to tell that meeting someone when they are overblotting isn't a good thing.

Especially when he stole your son friend before that.

"Show him no mercy."

Maybe you were a little too much thinking with your emotions when your order that to Cloudwing.

But who could blame you ? You didn't know what he had done to your son Grim, or why he was unconscious.

You were holding Grim tight, listening to his heart beat.

Hewasalive,hewasalive,hewasalive,hewasalivenotlike-

You only realize the overblot was over when Cloudwing put his head on yours, like if they were trying to comfort you.

You take a big breath before looking at where Idia was, the phantom was in a puddle of blot, and Idia was injured- not a lot, but he will have one or two scars.

-

You apologized to Idia for the scars, knowing it was your griffin who made them, before finally leaving Styx with your griffin and Grim, ready to go back home to Ramshackle.

You were surprised that the VDC Team had help you with Ramshakle when Crowley didn't, you were feeling like you should pay them back for that.

"Well, if ever you need something, tell me. I owe you a lot for that."

Malleus Draconia

When you met him, you were curious. And he was too.

And how could you not ? He didn't wanted to say who he was, and he was acting like he is famous.

You started to watch movies at first for knowing if he was an actor or no, and he wasn't.

So you thought he was part of the royalty.

So you search on internet and books who were the actual princes/kings. And you found him, after two months.

(You actually just search "Malleus Draconia" on internet because Leona was so angry about him that it made you curious about who he was).

You never said you knew who he was because, well, nickname privilege. You didn't want to stop calling him Hornton. And you thought you would loose it if you say that you know who he is.

"I always knew who you were, I just didn't tell it because I didn't want to loose my nickname privilege." -Yuu, during book 5.

"You can still call me Hornton, if you want." -Malleus, book 5, not knowing that would lead to Yuu calling him like that in public just for fun or for flying with Cloudwing.

Yes, you two fly on Cloudwing back. Or sometimes Malleus take his dragon form and fly next to Cloudwing. It's canon I'm sorry.

During his overblot, you were sad. You didn't want your night best friend to overblot like that. Even Cloudwing was sad.

"How dare he make Cloudwing sad-" -You in the dream, not knowing how to react to a sad Cloudwing, that was the first time and hopefully the last that they will be sad.

Cloudwing didn't want to fight him, in dream like in reality. They were focusing on his phantom, but it was strong.

It has take hours to finally beat him in real life. And it was exhausting.

-

When Malleus woke up, you, your Griffin, and the ones that helped stopping his overblot, were all with him.

Some apologize were made for always letting him alone, for not inviting him at important thing like the ceremony, and more.

You had all a big hug, and the griffin wings were surrounding you all, shielding from view of others.

Some thoughts about you having a Griffin :

Riddle Rosehearts

He thought the griffin was dangerous. Even after seeing that they were listening to you.

For him, griffins were violent creatures with no morals, something dangerous that shouldn't be approch.

He was scared the first time he saw the Griffin at the un-birthday party. He thought that they would kill him.

Especially after he ask to the pie Ace had made to be throw away.

The only reason he think he's still alive, is because you told your griffin to not do anything.

He only started to think at your griffin differently after his overblot, when he was still injured and in a bed and that your griffin layed their head on his bed, looking at him.

"He want you to that you pet him." You said from the door. "Don't worry, Cloudwing is a good griffin, they won't hurt you."

And, for a moment, nothing happen.

But, carefully, Riddle started to pet them.

And your griffin- Cloudwing, Cloudwing- didn't nothing violent. They were just resting in peace.

And that was new for him. A good new.

Leona Kingscholar

Like Riddle, he thought your griffin was dangerous, and you too.

One day, years ago, he saw a griffin attacked Savanaclaw. He remembers the damages the griffin had done, all the blood-

Seeing your griffin reminded it to him.

He decided to not approach you until he's force to.

And he thought that, even if you had no magic, you were dangerous because only a really dangerous person can have a griffin listening to them.

He told what was happening to his brother, even if he don't like him, he wanted him to know the danger that was at the NRC.

Like Riddle, his opinion change a little after his overblot.

When he saw that neither you or your griffin -Cloudwing, you called them- were doing any arms except during the overblots.

He, one time, even sleep on Cloudwing's back. How ? Well, he was asleep on a tree, and fall on Cloudwing that was passing by. And, for some unknow reasons, he didn't wake up and you decided to stay here, waiting him to wake up normally.

But, even after all that, he was still on his guard around you two, just a little less than before.

Azul Ashengrotto

He knew griffins were dangerous, but inside him, after seeing your griffin listening to you like if he was a dog, he couldn't help but think-

"I want one."

After all, if a no-magic, useless person can have one, why couldn't he ? Imagine how powerful he would be with them...

In the contract, he wanted the griffin in exchange of all the anemones. But you refused, and he wasn't okay about it-

He only calm himself after the overblot, when he saw how close you two were.

Before, he didn't understood your choice. A griffin before your friends and all the students free ? Even Ace and Deuce were shock.

But now, he can see that you two are like half of the other, in a platonic sense. Like if you couldn't live without your griffin, and them without you.

He also understood that he can't have a griffin- too dangerous and he's not enough powerful.

But he's curious about how you got one, thing that is supposed to be impossible.

But you won't answer, keeping it a secret. He will discover it, one day, he swears.

Jamil Viper

Like Leona, thought that you two were dangerous.

Feeling that was accentuate after your griffin attacked him, leaving him scars.

After the overblot, he was still scared of your griffin and you.

He only stopped when there was the VDC and that he had to live with you two.

He change his opinion after he realize that you weren't going to hurt him, and that your griffin was, in fact, pretty chill.

Thought for a moment Cloudwing was just a dog disguised as a griffin, but stop when he saw them beating Vil's phantom ass and destroyed everything around them.

Still think you two are dangerous, but only if people make you mad.

Try to stay on your good side.

Vil Schoenheit

Again, thought you two were dangerous.

But he was really curious about how a griffin of all listen to you.

When you two talk for the first time, he was a little surprised that you were a fan and that you thought that he should won in the movies he plays.

"I don't care if you play a villain, you're characters are smart and deserve to win against a naive person, even if it's a hero. And why can’t villains win sometimes ? It could be cool and interesting, changing the game, the rules."

And he was more surprised when he saw the griffin nod in agreement.

But what shock him the most was when he was at Ramshackle, what do you mean your griffin has their own room ? Accept to have people on their back ? Flying with people on their back ? Being pet ? Aren't griffins dangerous and violent ??

Rethinking he's whole life and all he know about griffins.

You have his respect for having a griffin listening to you. Especially after seeing Idia and Malleus overblot and how Cloudwing fight.

Idia Shroud

Was and is still scared of you and your griffin.

He have seen the cameras of his overblot and saw your griffin beat his phantom like it was nothing and sometimes hurting him.

Man is traumatized.

You can't do anything, he won't go outside if you're outside.

But he was forced by Ortho.

You apologized but even then, that man is scared and won't stop before Malleus overblot, when Cloudwing protect them.

Malleus Draconia

He was curious about you and your griffin.

How a little fragile thing like you had a griffin ? And stop ignoring the question.

"Your name and I tell you how."

He was at that 🤏 to say it for having the answer.

But decided not, he didn't want to loose his only friend.

But does that make two with Cloudwing ?

Love Cloudwing, the two love flying together.

Even after his overblot, he's opinion about them didn't change.

For him, he was a strange griffin, preferring protecting than fighting.

That change of the griffins of here.

Crowley and the NRC

You asked Crowley to let you do a lesson to everyone in the NRC about griffins in your world.

In your world, they were protective creatures, not violent like in their.

You had made 30 lessons in total about your world and how the creatures are in it. There was a comparison made between the creatures of the two worlds and how they acted.

And oh- was it something to learn that Griffins were violent creature here.

[artificial-transmutations]

Immersive Mode™

Finally, Friday was here. It had been ages since they had a whole weekend dedicated to nothing but video games. "They" in that context were Kevin and Nick, best friends since pre-school and video game enthusiasts. Of course, having adult lives, with jobs and chores and - at least in the case of Kevin - a girlfriend left preciously little time for gaming, which was a shame, really. Their interests in games were diverse and they played pretty much everything - from mindless loot-shooters to farming sims, so they never felt like they had enough time.

This weekend, however, was different. Kevin's girlfriend was on a work trip, and the boys had planned for a whole weekend of gaming, which Kevin was really looking forward to.

He stood in front of Nick's door, his backpack with everything he needed for the days over his shoulder, and was just about to ring the bell, when Nick opened the door and almost bumped into his friend.

"Oh, hey bro, good to see you!"

They hugged - shortly - and Nick continued, as he passed Kevin:

"Listen, I'm gonna buy some energy really quick. Make yourself at home, I'll be back in ten minutes tops."

Of course, Kevin knew this wouldn't hold true. Nick was notoriously bad with times, so he didn't expect him to be back in the next half hour. But Kevin was in a very good mood, so he didn't mind waiting. He had finished putting down his stuff quickly and looked around Nick's apartment.

Unlike Kevin, Nick didn't have a girlfriend - no, a partner, Kevin corrected himself. Even though Nick had never explicitly *said* so, Kevin was reasonably sure he batted for the other team. It didn't matter to Kevin at all, really. If anything, he used to think that this left more girls for the rest of them, although that hardly mattered anymore to Kevin, at least not since he had a girlfriend.

He sighed. Yeah, his girlfriend. After this weekend of gaming, he was going to propose to her, and he wanted to ask Nick to be his best man, at a good opportunity. However, the truth was that he wasn't really all too happy with it. He knew that it was *expected* of him to propose, but... he just wasn't sure about his now-girlfriend-and-future-wife. He didn't really... connect. Nick and he were lifelong friends, understood each other without words and Kevin trusted Nick with all his life. The same couldn't be said about his future wife. If he had the choice, he'd much rather date Nick, but since Kevin wasn't gay, that was a mood point to think about.

He looked around Nick's untidy bachelor apartment until his eyes found the gaming rig of his best friend. It was running - of course - and showed the main menu of a game Kevin recognized as a new life sim that was pretty hyped in social media. It was a lot like the sams, but without the greedy multi-billion-dollar company behind it.

Intrigued, Kevin sat down in front of the screen. He was sure Nick wouldn't mind if he took a look.

The "continue" button was grayed out, which was a clear sign that Nick had started the game just for the first time, so, Kevin clicked "New Game". As he expected, an empty character creator loaded with a big prominent "+" button, probably to add a new person to the virtual household. Kevin clicked it, but instead of the character customization, a message box appeared.

"Do you want to try the new immersive mode™?"

That sounded fun. He knew that Nick had a surround system, so he guessed it was probably some kind of ambient sound design thing.

When he clicked "Yes", another message box appeared.

"How long do you want the immersive mode™ to last?"

Well, he was here all weekend so... Kevin set the timer to 48 hours.

"Bonus! For enabling immersive mode™ for 48 hours, you may select one trait to keep after."

Cool, thought Kevin. So, the game had a kind of progression system, nice touch.

He clicked "Ok" again, and was just about to start creating a character, when suddenly, the screen became exceedingly bright. Kevin had to close his eyes and felt really weird all of a sudden, a kind of pulling sensation all over his body. A few seconds later, Kevin was not there anymore, and the chair was empty.

Twenty minutes later, Nick came back from his shopping trip and entered his apartment.

"Yo, Kev! I brought enough energy for the whole weekend!"

He dropped his groceries on the kitchen table, and put the cans in the fridge, before he went to the living room.

"Hey, man, where are you?"

But there was no one. Weird. Well, he probably forgot something at home and would come back in a bit. Nick shrugged mentally and sat down in his gaming chair, cracking open a can of energy drink before looking at the screen. Had he already started the character creator? Apparently.

On the screen, standing in a featureless gray environment was an avatar. It did look kind of familiar, if he was being honest. Although it was clearly a comic-style 3D-model, it reminded him a lot of his friend Kevin. Of course, usually a shirt obscured the view of Kevin's slight belly, but the character on the screen was completely nude, safe for a pair of underwear.

The fact the avatar kind of looked like his friend didn't seem as out of the ordinary as one could think. After all, Nick had a tiny crush on his best friend - nothing too serious, but he still found him somewhat attractive - and often modelled his in-game avatars after Kevin. He just hoped that Kevin - the real Kevin - wasn't offended by him leaving the character creator open like that.

Well, since he was waiting for his friend to return anyway, he might as well finish the character creation. Nick indulged himself in the various sliders and started to change the avatars appearance. Even though a Kevin-lookalike was a good start, there were several improvements to make. He could be taller, for example. Nick found the slider and watched as the avatar morphed and grew taller.

On the other side of the screen, Kevin was unable to do anything. He was fully aware and stared at Nick's face through the screen as if it was a window, but he couldn't move. His body - his cartoony, but otherwise pretty accurate body - just stood there in his underwear and breathed. From time to time, there was a stretching idle animation, but that was about it. However, as Nick dragged the height slider, his body immediately reacted. Kevin felt a sensation of vertigo, as he grew taller in a matter of seconds. Next, Nick edited his body type. All of a sudden, his belly disappeared into a hard and flat stomach, with abdominal muscles becoming visible. Over all, his musculature expanded and became more defined, until he was fitter than Kevin ever thought he'd be. The next changes were in his face, and Kevin could only feel his facial features shifting as Nick resculpted the head to be a bit more chiseled and masculine. He was still recognizable as Kevin - but an idealized and handsome version of him.

"Wow, that's what you'd look like if you went to the gym, Kev. Damn." Nick said to himself as he clicked next. After the physical character creation, he was able to select character traits for the avatar. They were already prefilled with what looked to be pretty much Kevin's profile, which was weird. Nick was reasonably sure he hadn't been to this screen yet, and yet, the interests and settings looked a lot like they belonged to Kevin.

Well, there was no reason to change anything there, right? No, actually, one thing he should change. He looked through the traits until he found the slider he was looking for, which read 85% heterosexual right now. Yeah, no. This was his fantasy game, right? He quickly slid the slider over to 100% homosexual. There, that was more like it.

Kevin couldn't see what Nick was adjusting and felt strange for a moment. He knew something was different - but he didn't know what. Internally, he was panicking a bit. He still couldn't move and felt trapped - both inside the screen as well as within his own body. As strange as it sounded, he had somehow been sucked into the video game, and he didn't know how he could tell Nick, or how to escape this.

Nick, on the other side, decided he didn't need any more changes. He briefly considered making a second character but decided against it. Perhaps he could play a nice little dating story with the character that he simply named "Kev".

Finally, Kevi - no, Kev, was able to move again. His avatar body had been dropped into a simple flat, with cartoony looking furniture. He turned his head left and right and bobbed a bit on the spot before deciding to check out the fridge. He walked over to the cheap looking device and opened the door. Inside, there was only a flat texture of what looked like food, but he still mechanically reached inside and pulled out... a bowl of cereal, that he began to eat standing. When he was finished, he put the bowl to the ground in front of him and walked over to the PC, starting up a game.

It was clear to Kev now that he wasn't really in control. At first, it had felt like he was the one in charge, but actually, his body still acted on its own, likely controlled by some kind of algorithm. He wondered what would happen if Nick...

There it was. All of a sudden, Kev stopped playing and stood up, driven by a mighty force that controlled all of his movements. He walked over to the small bathroom and mechanically disrobed. He could basically feel the eyes of Nick on him, who had just ordered him to take a shower, watching every movement until he was completely nude.

Unlike the sams, this game sure was anatomically correct. Nick had not bothered to adjust his privates, so they looked pretty normal to him, but he was acutely aware that Nick was watching every movement he did and every swing of his cock. Still, he couldn't do anything about it as he entered the shower and felt simulated water on his skin.

He was still in the middle of his shower, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Immediately, he felt compelled to exit the shower and dress quickly, before running to the door. In front of him stood a delivery man, handing him a newspaper that Kev took automatically and put on the floor right where he was standing. The delivery guy was already back on his way to his car, but Kev ran after him. He didn't have much of a choice.

He chatted a bit with the guy and felt really connected to him after only a few minutes of talk. He laughed at his jokes and complimented his work. What was even more surprising was that he started to really find that guy... cute. He was smaller than him, now, and had a sort of twink-ish flair. Kev could feel his virtual cock stirring, which confused the hell out of him. He was straight, wasn't he?

No, of course. Nick must have changed that in the character creator. And now, he was... trying to flirt with the delivery guy.

Against his will, he started making slippery comments in the conversation and watched as the other man was flustered and blushed. Kev couldn't help but smile seductively before he leaned into a kiss.

It sure felt weird being controlled like that, but the kiss was nice, nevertheless. However, much to the dismay of his visible virtual erection, after they broke the kiss, the delivery man suddenly turned around and left. At least he had magically obtained his phone number, Kev thought as he re-entered his house.

Outside the screen, Nick couldn't help but be a bit aroused. This was clearly an adult game, and when he saw that the Kev-avatar on-screen had a boner, he felt himself chub up a bit as well. Kevin was still not there, so he could try to bring this a bit further along. He steered the avatar to the wardrobe and selected "Edit Kev" in the popup menu, after which the now familiar character creator opened. Nick was eager to see how far he could get and started adjusting sliders again. First, the muscle. In front of Nick's hungry eyes, Kev inflated from a very fit man to a true bodybuilder. His arms were stacked with muscle, and his shoulders appeared so wide they would probably clip through the environment when he was going through a door. Next was the face. Nick changed the brown color to a darker shade, fitting to handsome dark eyes. He adjusted the facial structure until the Kev on the screen had a square jaw, like an action hero, and a fitting dominant smirk. Perfect.

He zoomed out again and noticed a slider for body hair. He didn't quite put it to maximum, but far enough so that Kev's chest was covered with a layer of manly fuzz. Nick always liked hairy men, so this was just perfect. He was just about to save the appearance when he realized there was one more important setting. Yep, junk size. He quickly dragged the slider to maximum and watched as an obscene bulge grew in the avatars underwear. Nick couldn't wait to send the dude showering again so he could ogle the hefty tool.

Yeah, that was it. Nick was fondling his own bulge by now, as he clicked save. However, as he was just about to unbutton his jeans, he stopped himself. Kevin could be back any minute and he didn't want to catch him rubbing one out. Heavy hearted, he saved the game and clicked exit, but was surprised by a popup that opened.

"User 'Kev' is still in immersive mode™ for 47 hours and 22 minutes. Do you want to reproject?"

What did that mean? Reproject? Confused, Nick clicked "Yes" and almost jumped out of his chair when suddenly, the screen grew really bright and a large and manly figure materialized right in front of him, just as hot as he had just designed him, but not cartoony anymore at all. It was Kev. And, as it dawned on Nick, it was Kevin. Somehow, Kevin must have been sucked into the game and he... changed him and played with him.

Realization hit Nick hard. Kevin, in his muscular Kev form just stood there, in front of the PC and breathed heavily, but did not move, as if he was waiting for something.

"Woah, this is crazy. Fuck. Me." Nick exclaimed in confusion, and realized what he just said, when a dominant grin grew on Kev's face and he began walking towards Nick, the overly large cock already throbbing inside the underwear. Nick gulped but didn't object, although he knew that he wouldn't be able to walk properly for days to come.

It was Sunday evening when the timer hit zero. The weekend had not been filled with a single video game, but neither Kev nor Nick didn't get much sleep, either. Kev's body was a machine, in more ways than one, and the whole flat stank from the stench of sex and sweat. Finally, the screen grew bright, and a large dialog box awaited Kev.

"Congratulations, you have completed 48 hours of immersive mode™. Please select a trait to keep."

Finally, Kev was able to control his own body again. After the initial horror of something else controlling him, he had quickly found a liking to the feeling, and had the most erotic weekend of his life, as he had to watch his body fuck Nick senseless on every piece of furniture in the apartment. He wasn't even mad. It had showed him what was missing from his life, and that was, aside from the body of a Greek god with an untypically large cock, Nick. So, it wasn't a hard choice to make. Kev walked over and scrolled down until he found what he was looking for and clicked on "Orientation".

As he morphed back into his old body, he smiled at Nick, who was watching with uncertainty and fear how his friend would react to his direction of his body. Then, with a husky voice, he said:

"We should do that again next weekend, babe. I still have a lot of traits I want to keep, and I have the feeling, I'll have a lot more timing for fucking your cute little ass in the future."

I hope you enjoyed this little video game tf as much as I did! I know I certainly wouldn't mind stumbling upon a game with immersive mode™. There are some additional images of Kev in my Tip Jar.

[whysofeinous24]

LIVESTREAM

Warnings: none just fluff

A/N: comment what you think lovelies(if you'd like)

Billie and r decided to go live fans find you guys adorable only fueling Billie's desire to fluster you

Me and billie are laying in bed. Me on my back and her head on my stomach her arms hugging my waist. Were listening to music and just basking in each other's company enjoying the moment together. Billie hums the song playing and slightly moves her head, creating a tickling sensations as her hair brushes over my stomach. I giggle at the feeling.

Billie lifts her head so her chin rest on my stomach. She looks at me with wide eyes as if she just had a grand idea. She smiles and hugs you tighter.

" MY LOOOOOVE" She says in a singsongy voice dragging out her vibrato.

"yes honey" I say gentle. She giggles and blushes at my tone.

"would you like to go live with me" she asks.

"sure, why not" I say scratching her scalp gentle. She hums and closes her eyes allowing herself to relax under my touch.

She gets up and sets her phone up on the nightstand. She pulls me on her lap causing me to gasp. She starts the live and not even 5 seconds later she's got thousands watching us.

The comments flood in some saying 'hii' and some just going crazy that billie is live. Billie and I greet everyone and ask them to ask us questions.

Billie begins to read one

"are y'all gonna kiss orrr" billie laughs. She grabs the back of my neck making me look back at her, she gently and softly pushes her lips onto mine holding me there for a few seconds. She pulls away and I turn my head back and hide my face in my hands.

"ya happy now she's all embarrassed" billie says to the live in a playful tone. Only making me blush more at how casual she is about this.

She reads off another

"is she doing ok" billie pulls my hands from my face.

"go on love tell them how you are" she whispers softly into my ear. I nearly scream from how flustered I am but I manage to get out

"I'm good thanks for asking" with a shaky tone and widened eyes.

Billie scrolls until she finds another question.

"how was yalls day btw y'all are so cute" she reads off before replying

"thank but the cute is all her our day was so good just a lazy day" she says as if I'm not around to have a visceral reaction to every word that leaves her mouth.

This time I read one off

"if I was y/n i'd be going nuts" I read quietly.

"if you couldn't tell I'm about to go crazy just by sitting on her lap your not alone"I say giggling at my own words. Billie is absolutely laughing her ass off.

"y'all are too funny were gonna hop off but it was nice talking to you guys" billie says as we both wave goodbye.

She ends the live and we cuddle until we fall asleep.

[clownzaf]

I know that people love to headcanon Tim as a child of Athena, I personally like to headcanon him as child of Hades due to his similarities with Nico and the fact that dead seems to follow that kid like a motherfucker but never actually reach HIM.

But hear me out.

Tim as a child of Dionysus. And he gets claimed during the Bruce-quest.

When he was in Gotham monsters were a usual thing. You never knew that they were there for your godly blood, you just thought that they were things created by pollution or something like that. And when he became Robin fighting things that wanted to kill you while saying weird things was more usual than a hug (not that that was a hug standard for Tim).

But then everyone started dying. His parents, Kon, Bart, Steph, BRUCE. Everyone. Every. One.

And Tim…Tim couldn’t seem to reach madness. I mean YEAH he wasn’t doing great by any standard, but he knew madness, he grew up in madness, and he wasn’t going mad.

The cloning was just a treat.

And during the Bruce-quest, everyone thought he was crazy, he was casted away because everyone thought he was crazy CRAZY Tim can’t he crazy! He knows that! He knows that in his blood that going crazy isn’t a chance for him. He made everyone crazy when they were around him (hence Jason. He knew that Jason was mad at him from the start, but going near Tim lighted a flame inside him that Tim is sure isn’t completely Jason’s) but Tim couldn’t go crazy. He could ACT crazy. But never too serious.

And then, in the depths of Greece, he met his dad. His real dad.

He always knew that Jake wasn’t his dad. The blonde hair his mother forced him to dye since he was 5 and the purple eyes his father forced him to hide with contacts told him that. But Tim grew up looking up at Jack, even if Jack didn’t love him, he was the dad that decided to (figuratively) stay. And Tim loved him till death.

But when that man appeared, Tim knew, with only a moment of stares, that that man was his father. They talked a bit, too. The man knew about everything Tim was doing, and that creeped Tim out, but when the man made appear a glass of wine for Tim (and one side for himself) and Tim drank it, he knew what he was.

Something on the flavor, on the feeling. It was Tim. It was home. Something he hadn’t feel in a long time.

He spent the rest of the quest feeling sure that he would make it, because somewhere on the heavens his dad was looking out for him, he promised he was. And this time it wasn’t a figuratively sentimental bullshit. His dad was really helping on the heavens. And Tim was gonna make it.

He saw him again when the quest ended. He appeared in all of his godly glory while Tim was living in the nest. He opened a can of soda and sat on his couch like he wasn’t a man Tim has only met twice, but that was ok, because that was his dad, and he was choosing to visit him. (Also, he wasn’t going to say no to a literal GOD) .

He yapped for two hours about the kids at the camp his dad forced him to work at ( “HE IS SUCH AN A-HOLE SOMETIMES TIM YOU DONT UNDERSTAND-“) and the more he talked about that camp, the more invested Tim got. At the end of it the man, his dad, just looked at him in the eye and said “y’know if you were there we could do this more often. Yer a better listener than that centaur. Also, I think your brothers would like having you there”

He leaves immediately for camp after that. The family thinks Tim decided to leave them for not believing in him, so it’s a shock when he comes back after the summer being great with a sword and with a Tan his skin haven’t known before, not even after fighting crime during the hottest days on San Francisco, and he was happy, like actually happy. A kind of happy he never was with them.

Tim made friends there. He was friends with Annabeth, a girl from the Athena cabin, who honestly thought that Tim was one of them after they had a talk about strategies on the field and all that, and was about to fist fight Dionysus for claiming one of her brothers. She still called him brother, but now she understood that Tim was a Dionysus kid. And her boyfriend Percy. They talked all night about the weight of being a leader and having your people die without you being able to do anything. Percy talked about a boy named Ethan and two girls named Zoe and Bianca. Tim talked about Steph, Kon and Bart.

Tim told him about the Bruce-quest, and Percy told him about the time he was ready to fist fight a good to get his mother back from the underworld.

He also fully loved his brother. Pollux was great and made him feel welcomed to camp. They talked during lunch and Pollux showed him every single thing that made camp especial. He also teached him how to make fun of their dad without turning into a dolphin, so yeah. They got along like a house on fire.

He also made friends with a girl from the Aphrodite cabin. Her name is Drew. She was kind of an asshole and tried flirting with him, and THEY DID GET TOGETHER FOR A BIT, but after some time they decided they were better as friends. And friends they were. Best friend even.

He never told the Batfam any of this.

So after some months in Gotham there’s a cult going around calling themselves “Children of Dionysus” and doing atrocious things.

Duke walked in on Tim trashing the training room of the cave, and later on Jason walked in on Tim having his fourth bottle of wine.

Tim was FURIOUS. Not only that was disrespectful to his dad, but to his brother and himself too. He was going to pick every part of that little cult and trash it.

There he meets Bernard. Then they get on a relationship.

When a sathyr comes to take Bernard to camp Tim goes with him, excited to have his dad meeting his boyfriend.

Dionysus has never been more uncomfortable than when he had to claim his son’s boyfriend in front of him. It wasn’t that hard before! But now they had those things against incest on the human world and he knew this wouldn’t be pleasant to any of his sons.

[buckyseternaldoll]

Ok ok, this is my first ever author request and since yours was the first Bucky fic I’ve ever read, this just felt right! Also buckle in, this is long and I’m sorry in advance 😩

Alright hear me out, Avenger wedding lol I’ve had the song “I can’t help falling in love” stuck in my head all morning. Yes Elvis sang it originally but I have the Haley Reinhardt version playing through my brain. (I promise I’m going somewhere with this)

ANYWAYS! I’m imagining a reader who works with the Avengers but not an actual Avenger. Maybe she works in intelligence or research, sorry I’m not particularly creative when it comes to creating a character profile. Idk who’s getting married, maybe Natasha and Bruce bc I always thought they were adorable but go crazy lol

Now, they ask reader to sing a song at their wedding because omg why wouldn’t you want your bestie to do that for you? (In my imagination I’d totally be besties with Natasha if I were an Avenger lol)

Anyways, reader sings this song and of course she and Bucky have secretly been pining over each other forever because #idiotsinlove but in my brain Bucky is somewhat quiet, dark, pensive (broody) and honestly a little intimidating, so reader hasn’t had the courage to talk to him in any depth about their feelings. Think longing and heated glances in the hallways, small but lingering accidental touches. I am corny 🙃

Now OF COURSE at the wedding she’s actually singing this song to Bucky, who is in turn making absolutely *smoldering* eye contact💀

He’s experiencing all the feels and it’s this intense and beautiful moment that leads him to later confront reader and then of course fireworks ensue. It doesn’t matter to me if the fireworks are in the form of an emotional and sexually tense conversation, fluff or smut, whatever you feel good writing.

I know in real life this totally gives main character energy, like singing a love song to your wannabe boyfriend at your besties wedding but it’s fiction and I can do what I want.

Also, I feel like this is so cliché, again I am not creative this way so I humbly request your talents to help make this little vision come to life😂

Thank you and I love your writing and if you don’t want to do this I totally understand! 💚💚🍀

Ooof, yes yes YES to this! It’s a quick one, but I hope it lines up with your vision!

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Summary: You were just supposed to sing at your best friend’s wedding. Not confess your feelings to the brooding super soldier with your eyes and a love song.

Disclaimer: slow burn, emotional tension, mutual pining, implied smut, soft confession, light teasing, wedding setting

The hum of your monitors was the only sound in the room—aside from the quiet clack of keys as your fingers danced across the keyboard, navigating the encrypted maze of a burner phone retrieved during last week’s mission. You didn’t bother looking up when you heard someone step inside.

“You’re early,” you said absently. “I just started slicing through the outer layer. Gonna take a while.”

A pause.

Then his voice—low, almost amused. “Didn’t say anything.”

You turned your head slightly, catching the familiar figure leaning against the wall. Bucky Barnes, arms crossed, eyes pinned on you like he was watching something delicate unravel. Not unusual—he did this a lot. Lurking. Lingering. Speaking only when necessary.

“Is this even Hydra?” you asked, holding the device up.

“Looks like it,” he muttered. “Feels like it.”

You hummed in agreement and went back to work. “No decryption key?”

“Thought you liked a challenge.”

You smiled despite yourself. “So you do listen.”

You caught a flicker in his eyes—almost like a smile—but it vanished as quickly as it came.

And then—

The door burst open.

“There you are,” Natasha Romanoff announced as she strode in, crimson hair swaying behind her. “Both of you. Perfect.”

You blinked up at her. “We’re working.”

“You’ll keep working,” she said breezily. “But first—we need to discuss your setlist.”

Your fingers stilled. “My what?”

Nat crossed her arms. “You’re singing at my wedding.”

Your brain lagged several seconds behind the words. “Nat—no. No, I—what?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t act surprised. You’ve murdered that song—Can't Help Falling in Love—at karaoke more times than I can count. I want it for the ceremony. Haley Reinhart version. Obviously.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but nothing coherent came out.

Bucky was silent beside you. As usual.

“Nobody knows about that,” you said finally. “Only you.”

“Exactly,” Nat smirked. “That’s why I’m asking. No one else can sing it the way you do. You’re doing it. It’s decided.”

“Natasha—”

“You promised!” she sang as she started backing toward the door. “Don’t make me put it in writing.”

You groaned softly and slumped back into your seat.

“Oh,” she added, peeking back in dramatically. “Bucky? You’re one of Bruce’s groomsmen, remember?”

His brows twitched. “I wasn’t sure if—”

“Don’t even try it. Suit up. Smile. Dance, maybe. Live a little.”

Then she was gone.

The silence returned.

You stared at the screen, unable to focus, heat creeping up the back of your neck.

That’s when you felt him still watching you.

Then quietly—

“You should do it. Sing.”

You turned to him, blinking. “Why?”

He paused for half a second.

“Think Sam’s looking for me.”

And with that, he turned and slipped out of the room, footsteps fading down the hallway.

—

(Bucky’s POV)

He didn’t know why he said it. Maybe because the thought of her voice echoing through that garden-lit hall—dressed in something soft and light, bathed in golden glow—was too much to keep to himself.

He remembered the night he first heard her humming.

Empty tech wing. Past midnight. She thought she was alone.

She wasn’t.

He stood in the shadow of the server racks, listening to that melody spill from her lips like it had always belonged there. Not perfect. Not polished. Just real—a raw, honest sound that stayed with him long after.

And now he’d get to hear her sing for real.

God help him.

(End of POV)

—

The Nerd Nest wasn’t much to look at—just one corner of the tech wing you’d gradually claimed with enough monitors, tangled wires, and caffeinated chaos to make Tony Stark roll his eyes and mutter something about “gremlin territory.” But it was yours. A space where the rest of the world—the noise, the pressure, the people—couldn’t reach you unless you let them.

Today, it was just you, your half-finished AI prototype, and your nerves. Your fingers danced across the keyboard, tuning the neural relay script—light, fast, in rhythm.

And without thinking, you hummed.

“Wise men say… only fools rush in…”

You didn’t get far. You sang a few more notes before realizing what you were doing, and instantly scrunched your face in embarrassment.

“God,” you muttered. “What are you doing…”

You turned in your chair, reaching for your water bottle—and practically jumped out of your skin.

“Holy f—!”

Bucky was there.

Not across the room. Not by the wall.

Right behind you.

Close enough that you could feel the quiet press of his presence at your back. Close enough that the heat from his body prickled against your skin like static.

You turned slowly, pulse spiking—because he was just unfair like that. All sculpted silence and midnight stares. And now he was too close for your heart to pretend it wasn’t affected.

You hated how often he left you breathless by doing absolutely nothing at all.

“Jesus, Barnes,” you gasped, gripping the arm of your chair. “You can’t just—are you training to be a ghost?”

He didn’t answer. Not verbally.

Instead, he stepped closer. Not to move past you—but to linger. To hover.

He reached for something on your desk, but his fingers trailed near yours first—light, deliberate. Not accidental. Not anymore.

He didn’t look at you when he did it. But he knew. And you felt it everywhere.

“Door was open.”

His voice was low. Barely an excuse. Definitely not an apology.

You squinted at him. “Still—some warning would be nice.”

He didn’t answer. Just watched you for a second too long. Long enough that your skin prickled under the weight of it.

Then—

“You hum when you work.”

Your stomach flipped. Shit.

“I—burner phone,” you blurted, voice cracking like your dignity. “Right. Hang on.”

You spun toward your desk so fast you nearly knocked your water bottle off the edge.

You reached for the device, your fingertips brushing against his palm as he reached too. Neither of you pulled away right away.

His gloved flesh fingers brushed yours when he took it—just briefly, but enough to make your breath hitch.

He glanced down.

Then up.

“This your number?”

His knuckles grazed yours as he handed it back. Not enough to count as a touch, but too much to ignore.

Your stomach dropped. “What—no! That’s my phone. Shit. Sorry.” You snatched it back and shoved the right device toward him. “This is the burner.”

He took it silently.

“Subtle,” he said after a pause.

Your face burned. “I’m not flirting with you.”

His expression didn’t change. “Didn’t say you were.”

You stared, unsure if he was mocking you or… something else.

You hated how unreadable he was. Hated how it made your chest flutter anyway. He could look at you like that—eyes stormy and still—and you’d forget how to breathe.

—

The door slid open again. “Why does nobody in this building knock?” you groaned.

Natasha stepped in, Bruce right behind her.

She clocked the tension in the room instantly. Her gaze flicked between you and Bucky, and a slow grin curled at her lips.

“Barnes, you’ve been hanging around in here a lot lately. Didn’t know you were into AI code and—karaoke?”

Bucky shifted behind you—closer than before.

You felt it first in the air—how it changed.

Then his hand grazed your back. Just barely. Just enough to make your breath catch.

He didn’t move away.

Instead, his fingers lingered… brushing down the curve of your spine in a single, featherlight stroke.

Then, like it never happened, his hand was gone.

You groaned. “Natasha—please.”

You could feel heat rushing to your face, and not just from embarrassment. He was still standing too close behind you.

Bucky didn’t say a word. But you felt it—his gaze. Heavy. Unwavering.

Bruce, bless him, tried to cut the tension. “We heard humming from the hall. It sounded… really good.”

You choked out a laugh. “Guess I need to work on soundproofing the Nest.”

Natasha tilted her head toward Bucky, sharp as ever. “Didn’t you say you weren’t into slow songs?”

His response came low. Cool.

“Didn’t say anything.”

But he glanced at you. Just for a second.

Like the words were a lie he needed to swallow fast.

Bruce raised a brow. “You okay, man?”

“Fine.”

Natasha nudged him with her elbow, playful but just enough to provoke. “You showing up to rehearsal later, groomsman?”

“I’ll be there.”

Short. Unsmiling. End of conversation.

Nat threw you a wink on her way out. “Don’t let him scare you. He only bites when you ask.”

You wanted to melt through the floor.

Bucky stood still for a moment longer, unreadable. Then he left without another word.

You sat back, heart pounding, and realized:

You really needed to stop humming around him.

—

It was later that evening, and you found yourself curled up in one of the compound lounges with Natasha, tucked under a throw blanket that smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and too much time near Clint’s socks. She’d brought tea—hers black, yours with extra honey—and despite the comforting warmth of the cup in your hands, your stomach was still tight.

Nat watched you for a while without saying anything, her green eyes too sharp to be fooled.

“You’re spiraling,” she said finally, tone light.

You sighed and leaned your head back against the couch. “I don’t get it. I’ve presented mission briefs in front of generals. I’ve walked agents through crisis comms in real-time. Why does singing one song feel like I’m about to disarm a live bomb?”

She grinned. “Because singing is personal. You can’t hide behind data when your voice cracks on a love lyric.”

“Wow. Thanks for that horrifying visual.”

She laughed softly. “You’ll be fine. It’s not even a big crowd.”

You peeked at her over your mug. “No?”

Nat shook her head. “Intimate. Friends, family, the team. That’s it. There’s no big altar or spotlight. Just a little raised platform Bruce is putting together in the ceremony hall—they’re decorating it like a garden. Might still feel stuffy with just you up there."

You groaned and buried your face in the blanket.

“Maybe I should fake laryngitis.”

“Don’t tempt me to throat-punch you.”

You giggled under your breath, and for a few seconds, the tension eased.

Then Nat tilted her head. “Wanna talk about something else?”

You glanced at her.

She smirked. “Boys, maybe?”

Your face went hot instantly. “There’s… no one.”

“Mm-hm.”

You sipped your tea too quickly and burned your tongue. “Seriously.”

She didn’t push. Didn’t say a word.

But the way she looked at you, it was clear she knew. Of course she did.

All those times Bucky lingered in doorways when you spoke. The way he stood closer to you than anyone else. That odd, unreadable tension in his jaw when someone else made you laugh.

“Well,” she said casually, standing up and brushing crumbs off her leggings. “Whoever it is… you’ve got my luck.”

You blinked. “You’re not gonna guess?”

“Already guessed.” Her smirk deepened. “But I won’t spoil the fun.”

She grabbed her tea and headed for the door, pausing just before leaving.

“Just make sure you catch the bouquet, yeah?”

You groaned. “Natasha—”

“What? Continuous luck. I don’t make the rules.”

And with that, she was gone.

Leaving you on the couch, blushing into your tea, and not thinking about Bucky Barnes at all.

Not. At. All.

—

The ceremony hall had been transformed into something soft and surreal—stone walls veiled in blooming vines, long white drapes fluttering gently from the ceiling beams, and golden fairy lights woven into the greenery above. It felt more like stepping into a secret garden than a wedding.

Eighty guests. Maybe a few more. But it still felt like too many.

In a small prep room tucked behind the main hall, you stood in front of a tall mirror, trying to breathe. The space was barely large enough for the dress rack and makeup table, but it was quiet. Private. Wanda had helped with your hair—an elegant twist pinned at the back, with a few curled strands left loose to frame your face. You barely recognized your reflection.

Your dress was soft blue, simple but perfectly fitted. Not revealing, not loud. Just… you. Or maybe a version of you from someone’s daydream.

You looked beautiful.

And you felt like you were about to pass out.

You mumbled the opening lyrics under your breath, pacing a little as you tried to calm your nerves.

“Wise men say… only fools rush in…”

Your voice wavered. Your hands trembled.

A soft pat on your shoulder made you flinch.

You turned—and stopped breathing for a second.

Bucky stood there. Dressed in a dark suit, clean and crisp, collar brushing against the edge of his jaw. His expression unreadable. Steady. His eyes—something else entirely.

He didn’t speak. Just reached into his jacket pocket and held out something small in his palm. As you reached for it, his fingertips brushed your palm—warm, calloused, grounding. He didn’t pull away immediately. Neither did you.

You took it carefully. A coin? No—heavier than that. It looked worn at the edges, an old challenge token or medallion, with a compass etched on one side and faded Cyrillic on the other.

“I keep it when I need to stay steady,” he said, voice low. “Helps.”

You stared at the token, then up at him—wanting to ask why, or thank him, or say something. But the words stuck. His eyes had that quiet pull again, steady and deep. And you… you were one stupid glance away from telling him everything.

“You’ll be fine,” he added, then turned and walked away before you could get a single word out.

You looked down at the token again, heart still pounding. You swore his touch still lingered—like his hand had left a quiet imprint on your skin.

You slipped it into your palm, curled your fingers around it, and walked toward the doorway when they called your name.

—

The crowd hushed as you stepped onto the low platform.

You adjusted the mic. Exhaled slowly.

Bucky stood near the back. Tucked into shadow but somehow impossible to miss. His gaze found you instantly.

And held.

You squeezed the token in your palm—and sang.

Wise men say only fools rush in

Your voice trembled, breath barely catching the note. The melody felt fragile, like paper floating through still air. But your eyes found him again—blue, steady, burning.

But I can’t help falling in love with you.

He didn’t blink. You didn’t either. There were about eighty people in the room, but it might as well have been just him.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?

Your throat tightened. You could feel the hitch in your chest—the ache of words you’d never dared to say aloud. He tilted his head slightly, like he could hear the cry in your voice.

If I can’t help falling in love with you.

A breath. A heartbeat. You swore your knees wobbled under the weight of that line. But he never looked away. His jaw clenched, subtle and sharp, like the sound was pulling him apart.

Oh, like a river flows, surely to the sea

You felt your voice grow stronger. The line came easier now, like it had always been meant for him. Meant for this moment.

Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be

You could swear he swallowed hard—his expression unreadable, but his eyes screaming. You imagined what it would feel like to finally touch him without hesitation. Without hiding.

Woah, take my hand,

Your voice dipped low, husky and real. You weren’t sure you could breathe.

Take my whole life, too

He leaned forward ever so slightly. Not enough to draw attention—just enough to make your heart rattle like glass inside your ribs.

For I can't help falling in love with you

Your vision blurred for a second. You didn’t even realize your lashes had gone wet. The coin in your palm grounded you—his coin. You clung to it as if it could carry the truth you couldn’t say.

Like a river flows surely to the sea

You kept singing, voice floating like a confession in slow motion. Your gaze stayed locked on him, and for a moment, you wondered if he could feel your heartbeat from across the room.

Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be

The tiniest twitch in his lip—like he almost smiled. Almost. The aching softness of it nearly undid you.

Take my hand

You meant it. God, you meant it. If he walked up now and took it, you wouldn’t care who saw. Wouldn’t care that it was your best friend’s wedding. That lyric was yours—and his.

Take my whole life too

If he stepped forward now, you might’ve crumbled in front of everyone.

For I can’t help falling in love with you

You held the note a moment longer. Felt it in your chest. Your fingertips. Your soul.

For I can’t help falling in love with you.

The final note left your lips like a vow wrapped in velvet.

And then—silence.

Not from within.

From him.

Still watching. Still holding you there with his eyes.

—

You stood there, trembling. The token still clenched in your palm.

Bucky hadn’t moved. Not a muscle. His gaze still held yours.

You didn’t know what you’d just done.

But you knew exactly who you’d done it for.

—

You didn’t see him again.

The second you stepped off that tiny platform, Bucky Barnes had vanished like smoke.

People surrounded you immediately—Natasha and Wanda, Sam with his teasing smirk, a few guests you vaguely recognized from earlier missions or boardroom briefings.

“You killed it.”

“I didn’t know you could sing like that.”

“God, I got chills.”

You smiled. Thanked them. Laughed softly at the compliments. But your eyes kept scanning. Searching.

Nowhere in sight.

Not near the drinks. Not by the back row. Not by Natasha.

Gone.

But that look he gave you during the song—blue flame, unblinking, something wordless and raw—was burned into your mind. You couldn’t stop replaying it. Couldn’t shake the phantom pull of it, like gravity still clinging to your bones even when the source was gone.

Eventually, the buzz around you grew too loud. Your own heartbeat louder still. You mumbled an excuse—needed air, needed space, needed to think.

You slipped outside.

—

The garden was quiet. String lights drifted overhead like suspended stars, their glow soft against the trimmed hedges and pale stone paths. You followed the curve of a walkway until it brought you to a small koi pond near the edge of the property.

You exhaled slowly, staring into the water.

It was crystal clear—so clear you could see the koi swimming just beneath the surface, orange and gold scales rippling like stained glass.

You didn’t hear the footsteps until he was already close.

“Can I talk to you?”

You startled. Turned.

Bucky stood at a respectful distance, hands relaxed at his sides, voice low. Different now. Softer.

Of course it was him. The man who could level you with a glance. The one you were supposed to avoid wanting—and failed miserably.

You nodded.

You didn’t speak as you led him back through the quiet side corridor, winding past the ceremony hall until you reached the prep room again—the same one tucked just behind the stage. It was empty. Dim. The door clicked softly shut behind you—

And then he locked it.

Your pulse kicked.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at you. His gaze dropped to your chest—no lower, just where your hand was clutching something tight.

The token.

“You’re shaking,” he said. His voice was velvet now. “Your heart’s racing.” He reached for your hand slowly, his thumb grazing the inside of your wrist as if reading your pulse through touch alone.

“I know,” you whispered.

He took a slow step forward. Then another.

“You’re not scared of me,” he said. Not a question.

“No.”

“Then why are you trembling?”

You couldn’t answer. Because how do you explain this kind of gravity?

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small foil-wrapped candy, and handed it to you without a word. His fingers brushed yours again—intentional this time. The contact was gentle, but it sparked down your spine like a live wire.

You blinked. “What is this?”

“Sugar. Helps. Just… try it.”

You unwrapped it with shaking fingers. Pressed it to your tongue. Cherry.

“Did you sing that song for me?” he asked, finally.

You froze.

“I—I sang it for the wedding.”

You avoided his gaze.

“Don’t lie,” he said softly.

You looked up.

He wasn’t cold. He wasn’t teasing.

Just… sure.

“I heard your heartbeat when I left you the coin,” he murmured. “It was calm. But when I wasn’t where you expected me to be—”

“It spiked.”

“You sighed when you couldn’t find me.”

“You looked for me through the whole room.”

Your mouth parted, but no sound came out.

“You think I don’t notice the way you named your AI project JBB?” he added gently. “I cracked your file tree once. Saw your debug comments. All tagged ‘//buckbytes’.”

Your throat went dry. You blinked—hard.

He’d seen that? The little scraps of you scattered across cold code and digital logic. Things you never meant anyone to notice. Especially not him.

“I couldn’t help it,” you whispered, barely breathing. “You’re just… always there. Even when you’re not.”

You looked down, fingers knotting at your sides. “You’re broody and intense and sometimes you scare people, but you don’t scare me.”

A beat of silence.

When you looked up, his eyes had changed—no longer guarded, no longer hiding. Just… soft.

Like he’d been waiting forever to be seen like that.

“I always feel safe when you’re near,” you added. “You never look at me like I’m too much. Or in the way.”

He stepped closer.

“I watch you because I see how much you carry,” he said, voice nearly a whisper now. “You do ten things at once and still think it’s not enough. You take care of everything. Everyone. You make the team better.”

You felt your eyes sting. You looked away.

“You’re brilliant,” he murmured. “Too brilliant. And I’m too old. Too haunted. I don’t deserve someone like you.”

Your breath caught.

“You’re light,” he said, “and I’ve only ever lived in shadow.”

Then—

Your lips crashed into his.

Not delicate. Not rehearsed.

But yours.

He froze for half a second—caught off guard. Like he hadn’t expected you to be the one to close the space.

And then—he melted.

A low sound left him, one you felt more than heard. His hands gripped you tighter, pulling you in like he’d been holding back for months and finally had permission to fall. You could feel it now—the quiet thunder of his heart pounding beneath his shirt. Fast. Unsteady.

You kissed him like you’d been waiting your whole life for this exact beat in time. And from the way he kissed you back—hungry but reverent—so had he.

It wasn’t careful.

It wasn’t clean.

But it was real. Overdue. The kind of collision that had been building for months, maybe longer—carved out in every sideways glance, every stolen breath, every time you left a room and felt his gaze burn between your shoulder blades.

Bucky reached for you slowly, as if he still wasn’t convinced you were really standing there. One hand cradled your jaw, the other settling at the curve of your neck. His touch was reverent—light but grounding. His thumbs stroked across your skin like he was memorizing the texture of a miracle.

His breath ghosted across your lips.

“I’ve imagined this,” he murmured, voice thick with restraint. “So many damn times.”

You didn’t speak. Couldn’t. Your heart thudded so hard it echoed in your ears. Your body leaned toward his instinctively, as if it already knew what he wasn’t saying.

“I thought maybe… if I ignored it long enough, it’d fade,” he continued, each word quieter than the last. “But it didn’t. It just dug in deeper. You—you’re always there. Even when I’m not looking.”

His forehead brushed against yours. The gesture was tentative, but intimate—anchored in want, steeped in something terrifyingly close to worship.

“And then you sang that song,” he whispered. “And I knew I was fucked.”

That broke your stillness. A breathy laugh escaped you—too full of nerves, too full of feeling. You slid your fingers beneath the edge of his vest, pressing your palms to his chest like you needed proof he was actually standing there. That he was real. That he wanted you too.

“I meant it,” you said softly. “Every word.”

Bucky didn’t answer with words this time.

He kissed you.

Not in the way you expected—quick or rough or hungry—but with aching patience. His lips brushed yours first like a question. When you leaned in, he answered it. Fully. Deeply. Like he was starving and this was the only thing that could save him.

Your hands curled around his shoulders, dragging him closer as if the heat in your chest would eat you alive if you didn’t.

He tasted like something you’d craved before you even knew it had a name. Like longing turned real. Like gravity, finally.

And God, the way he touched you—

His hands didn’t wander. They held. Steady. Secure. Like you were something precious. His thumbs stroked your cheekbones, and when you moaned softly into his mouth, he responded with a quiet, desperate sound of his own—one that made your knees almost buckle.

You broke away just slightly, lips brushing the edge of his jaw. You didn’t even think—just let your teeth find the curve of his earlobe, tugging gently. The sharp intake of breath he gave you in return made your core tighten.

“You know,” you murmured, smirking against his skin, “they say the nerds are the dangerous ones in bed.”

His breath caught. You felt the way his hands gripped you tighter, like he couldn’t help it anymore.

“God help me,” he rasped, mouth at your temple, “I believe that.”

You kissed again. Slower this time. Deeper. Like both of you had finally stepped out of the silence and into something you weren’t afraid of anymore.

And maybe the door stayed locked a little longer.

Maybe the coin he gave you never left your hand.

And maybe the sun was still up outside—burning past the garden-themed walls of a borrowed celebration.

But in his arms, it felt like everything had gone still. Like time had folded into itself.

Like the moment he’d been waiting for had finally arrived.

And maybe—just maybe—you’d been waiting for it too.

[bkglovergirl]

♡𓂃Water guns

Bakugou X Reader

𓏲Aizawa gives you and katsuki a second chance and with that it leads to a downward spiral of things.

Word count; 4.4k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

“I’m giving you two a second chance.” Aizawa is in front of you and Katsuki, holding your hero suits. Katsuki had gone to Aizawa privately and asked for the second scenario, claiming he trusted you and that this whole situation wasn't on you. He threatened Aizawa not to tell you he went to him before Aizawa threw him out of the room. “A pair from class 1B is the villain. You won’t get to know who the pair is and this training is taken place in a facility outside of the school.” He tosses the cases at you. “Get changed and we’ll head over to the facility.” 

All of class 1A steps off the bus. Everyone is here so Aizawa can prove a point. Mess up and ask for a chance. The entire class has to be behind for you guys to get that chance. You and Katsuki are in your suits and so is everyone else, Aizawa is not so mean and is letting others train if you and Katuski get this done quickly. This facility is owned by Endeavor, it has everything you can possibly imagine as he needed to be the best at this as well. You and Katsuki are set up in a house? “What the hell.” You look around. “Okay, we need to set up a plan. We have no idea who these people are and this domain.”

“Let’s just fuckin run out there!”

“No dumbass!” the peace that you and Katsuki created for a moment is shattered as you two bicker back and forth for God knows how long. “What’s that smell?” You look around frantically, have the “villains” already found you both? Do they have an advantage because of Aizawa that you don’t know about? 

“Blue flames?” You look at Katsuki and follow his eyes. Blue flames are slowly swallowing the door. Smoke fills the room quickly, and you panic, having a coughing attack.

“Are they trying to kill us?! They are taking this way too seriously!” Katsuki grabs your hand and you quickly tighten your grip, He brings you up the stairs and breaks open a window. “We are not paying for that.” you joke but quickly shut up as bakugou lets go and jumps out the window. You look out, “What the hell?!”

“Jump!”

“No what the fuck!”

“Jump, I’ll catch you!” You jump, shut your eyes, and jump. He catches you. “Why are your eyes closed?” You look at him and laugh. “Y/N, you are so stupid.” He blushes. 

“Ok put me down.” you look back at the house while he puts you down slowly, “Holy shit ten more seconds and we would have been flamed... Katsuki you don’t think…?”

“I don’t know, it’s Endeavor. This is a pretty good-built facility.” An alarm goes off and a big slamming sound is heard on the other side of the training area. “Fuck!” You both run quickly toward the sound before a wall of blue flames becomes between you and Katsuki. You look around frantically before seeing a man standing on top of a building. He has black hair and purple bruising all over his skin. Is he smiling at you? “Y/N?!”

“I’m okay!” the man laughs, jumping off the building and landing close to you. The blue flames start growing closer to you. He’s mumbling something along the lines of distracting you away from the rest, and this will be an easy kill. You take a deep breath and grow a longleaf pine under you and Katsuki, it brings you both up above the fire and lets you jump onto a building and you run. You see debris and smoke on the other side, it'll take under a minute to get there, “So close…” you mutter. A scorching burn rises up your arm. He got your right arm. You quickly wrap it in a longleaf pine, it won’t stop the pain but it will stop the fire. Your path gets blocked again by blue flames. “Fuck!” You are getting way too dehydrated and dizzy which means you are gonna struggle to use your quirk. 

“Y/N!” 

“Go help the others and then come get me!” Katsuki for the first time hesitates, and he doesn't like that. He listens to you and runs to the others, his heart beating faster than it ever has. Smoke fills your lungs, and you look around for the villain. He stands in front of you a couple of feet away with the same smile. 

“I’ll make it easier on him and make sure there isn't anything he has to come back for.” Flames come your way, and you make a shield; it withers just a little enough to burn your cheek. 

“Fuck.” you move and run. It’s just straight-up fire and smoke. It’s hurting your lungs. It’s hurting your plants which means you have a useless quirk. “I’m going to die…” You mutter. You are still running toward the group and you see Shoto in the distance. You see Katsuki behind him and smile before you feel a wave of heat. You don’t know what happened but you blacked out. Katsuki watches as flames engulf you. He freezes. He watches as Todoroki and Midoriya run towards you.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

All you hear is beeping, talking, and silence. You can’t see anything, so all you can do is listen. You can’t understand the voices that come around every once in a while, it’s all blurry. Eventually, you open your eyes. “She’s Awake! Aizawa she’s awake!”

“Loud...” you mutter as your eyes get used to the bright light. Then, you see a blurry figure with green hair walks out of the room. You feel the warmth on your hand and you slowly look down. Your right arm is covered in bandages and someone is holding your hand. You look back up and see Shoto. He’s smiling at you softly, it looks like he hasn't slept in days. Midoriya walks back in with Aizawa and Katsuki. Katsuki walks up to you quickly, his face is flushed and he’s breathing heavily. He looks at you and Todoroki and stops moving. Aizawa walks up to you and sighs.

“It’s always something with you.” You let out a small laugh but stop quickly once it hurts. “Do you remember anything?” You look over your body. Your legs are also covered in bandages, and you can feel the uncomfortable bandages on your cheek and chest. 

“The fight that happened today? Some um… Villains?” You feel Shoto squeeze your hand softly. “And I guess I got hit.”

“Y/N that attack happened over two weeks ago,” Aizawa admits. You notice all the boys look at you worriedly except for Katsuki, he’s looking down.

“What?” “You are correct you did get badly hurt, but that attack happened two weeks ago. Bakugou, Midoriya, and Todoroki all have been taking turns watching over you and some of your classmates have been stopping by and also taking care of you. You kept stirring but… You never fully woke up. We got concerned you um… never would.” With that Aizawa brings his hand to his face and he continues to speak. “You have severe wounds. The ones on your cheek, chest, and arms will leave scaring. Your legs we aren't certain if they will yet.” He looks around at the boys and then looks back at you. “I’m happy you're safe. I’ll come back to check on you with the nurse later.” he walks out and you hear him sniffle. You smile and give your attention back to the boys. Midoriya is the first to speak.

“We were so worried about you… I thought… Never mind that!” he smiles. I should go tell the other!” He runs out. Shoto is next to speak, and unbeknownst to him, he had cut off Katsuki from speaking. 

“I am so sorry. It’s all my fault. The villain that attacked you knows me and my family… and he got word of the training and you… with how close we are he figured you were an easy target… I am so sorry!” he slowly picks up your hand and kisses your knuckle then slowly rests his forehead on your hand. “Please forgive me. Please.”

“Of course Shoto…” You smile. “This isn't your fault, I don't blame you, and see I’m okay!” you regret raising your voice but whatever you have to do for Shoto. Shoto picks his head back up and gives you an unconvincing look. “Shoto please believe me. I am okay.” you both stare at each other before Shoto finally smiles. Katsuki coughs interrupting the moment. “Shoto you should go get some rest and food.” he goes to interject but you stop him, “Come visit me after but go take care of yourself please.” He nods and stands up. Walking out he gives a glare to Bakugou and exits the room. You look at Katsuki. He doesn't look at you. “So… guess I have to make up all the meals I couldn't make you the past two weeks.” You joke and laugh, He doesn't laugh and you sit up reaching for him. 

“Stop doing that!” He gets close to you and grabs your hand, laying you back down. You look at him confused. “Stop acting like everything is perfectly fine! You almost died for fuck sake!” he sits down on the bed looking at you. “It’s not okay.”

“Katsuki…”

“I could have lost you then what?!” You winch and he slumps. 

“I’m alive and awake now, so let’s not dwell on what could have happened, okay?” Katsuki stares at you, and your heart skips a beat. Slowly, he leans down and places his hand on the cheek that has the bandage. He rubs his thumb over it slowly before kissing you. You are surprised, obviously, but you kiss back. He’s just as surprised as you are with the fact he kissed you and the fact you kissed back. You go to sit up to lean into him more but winch from the pain, causing him to move away breaking the kiss. “Katsuki…”

“Guys, look!” Katsuki moves away from the bed completely, and the class piles into the room after Midoriya. You smile at them, and they smile at you. Katsuki leaves the room.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

After a few days, you are able to go back to the dorm room and go back to your normal life besides the obvious scaring on your body and the sharp pain you get sometimes. Shoto helped you get back into your dorm. “I can open the door myself, you weirdo.”

“Why won’t you let me help you.” He opens the door.

“Because if you are going to help me, I’ll complain to feel less guilty.” You smile before laughing. You walk into your dorm, and he follows. Katsuki is sitting on the couch, looking at you both. His arms are crossed. “God, Dad, he brought me home on time.” You joke, but clearly, he could care less about your jokes. Shoto doesn't get the hint of Katsuki’s annoyance and walks into your kitchen. 

“What do you want? I’ll make you lunch.”

“I can make her lunch. I am her husband after all.” He stands up.

“A good husband would already have food ready for her and would have gotten her from the nurse's room.” Katsuki pauses for a moment. He’s stunned. “So Y/N what would you want?” you look between Shoto and Katsuki before walking into the kitchen. Katsuki takes that as you choosing Shoto and his throat burns and his stomach nots. He’s fuming and all he can manage is walking into his room and slamming the door. “Such a baby.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

It’s like Todoroki is doing this on purpose. For the past week he’s done nothing but be a wedge between him and you and it’s pissing Katsuki off. He’s trying to do this for you but Todoroki is always just one step ahead. Katsuki is known to be angry the majority of the time but this feels different. It fueling each minute and he feels like he’s about to burst. He tries taking it out during training but it eases only for a second and this confuses Katsuki. In the past it’s always worked for him so why the fuck isn't it working now?! He grabs his towel and wipes his face before getting himself a sip of water. He takes a deep breath. Why isn't this working? He hears a familiar laugh and looks around. He sees you and of fucking course Todo fucking roki. He puts down his water bottle and towel. He rushes out of the training room and goes up to you both. “The fuck are you guys doing together? Again.” You go to explain but Shoto stops you. Katsuki doesn't like this very much.

“Why does it matter to you?”

“Because it fucking does?!” Seriously who does this dude think he is? “Why can’t you go bother your own wife and leave mine the fuck alone?!” 

“Why should I leave her alone? All the times you've left her alone it causes her to be endangered.”

“So it’s my fault?!” 

“You didn't get to her quick enough during our training.” Todroki points a finger at him, “And your dumbass left her during the attack so she got hurt!”

“Don’t point that finger at me! It was your dumbass family drama that caused her to get hurt in the first damn place!” With this Todoroki steps closer to him and his fire quirk is activated.

“Say’s the one who froze when we needed to go save her.” You look at Katsuki. Katsuki doesn't look at you. For the first time, Katsuki bites his cheek and walks back into the training room. With a satisfied smirk, Shoto looks at you. Your arms are crossed and you are pissed looking back at Shoto. His smirk drops. “What?” you shake your head and walk away. “What?!”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

It’s late. You've already made dinner, and it’s starting to get cold. Shoto had brought you to the dorm against your wishes, and you slammed the door in his face in retaliation. Your guess is that Katsuki is still in the training room. You sigh, looking down at his dinner, before grabbing a blanket from the living room and walking out onto the balcony. You don’t know how much time has passed but it is quiet and the only lights outside are the streetlights. “What are you doing outside?” You flinch and look at Katsuki, he’s leaning against the door.

“It’s nice out.” 

‘The heat is on and you left the door open.” You roll your eyes and look away from him.

“I left your food on the counter.”

“Thanks.” He walks off into his bedroom, completely ignoring the food. Confused, you stand up and walk towards his bedroom, stopping him from shutting his door. 

“Excuse me?”

“You left the blanket outside and the door open.”

“Don’t ignore the obvious bullshit dude.” He just stares at you. “What is with you?! I made you dinner and you are just gonna ignore it?!”

“I’m sorry I thought you would have preferred making that shit for Shoto.” He mocks his name and you glare at him. 

“So what I do for you has been shit?” He shrugs and you drop your hand from off the door. “Whatever. I don’t know what your fucking issue is but glad to know everything I have done has been pointless.”

“Oh please we all know you wanted those points to switch and be with Todoroki.”

“Are you for real right now? All my actions have shown that's what I want?! Really?!”

“Yeah. Really.” He shuts the door in your face. You stand there astonished before cleaning up Katsuki’s dinner and putting it away in the fridge. You try to convince yourself you are only doing it to prevent food from going to waste, but the convincing doesn't work. Despite how mad you are, you want to make sure he eats okay.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

For days, you and Katsuki have ignored each other. People have asked each of you, and you respectfully shake your head no and say it’s nothing. Katsuki, on the other hand, gives them death glares. You still make food for him, and it'll go uneaten. When you give up hope that he won't eat, he eventually does, so you keep making him food. You always wondered how your family ignored each other when growing up and you never understood how they could do it so easily. You understand to an extent, that the act of ignoring each other isn't an issue. Katsuki does most of the work fully pretending you aren't even real. The mental pain of ignoring each other is affecting you more than you like and Katsuki feels the same. 

Two weeks pass, and it’s the fireworks festival. The school does this annually, putting on a grand display and making it a whole day thing. You and the girls are in Momo’s room getting ready. The girls have really been helping you during this whole situation and the bond you share now is something so important to you. “We are gonna make you look stunning Y/N! We can use all my stuff. Yes, even the very expensive stuff of course!” 

“Thanks, Momo but why would I do this for a guy who won’t even glance at me?”

“Oh, honey, this is NOT for him; it’s for you, silly!” The girls continue getting you ready. Kyoka and Ochaco work on your makeup, Mina on your hair, and Momo on the best outfit for you to wear. After a few hours, you are ready! The girls start taking pictures and start giving you compliments and in all honesty, you just wanted to go to the festival already.

“Is he gonna be there?”

“Who cares?” You did. Except you weren't going to say that. You walk up to the full-length mirror and look at yourself.

 “Do I even look good with this scar on my arm?” You’ve fully healed over the past few weeks thanks to recovery, girl, but your right arm has scarring, and you've been slightly insecure about it. Doesn't help that the outfit you are wearing shows it off completely 

“It makes you look sexy!” 

“Whatever you say, Mina.” You smile, “should we get going?”

The weather is perfect, to say the least. The school has rented out a nice park, full of flowers and trees, right next to a river, where on the other side, they’ll light the fireworks. Booths are set up for food, drinks, and fun things to do. You and the girls are going back and forth on what to do first. You watch as a few say drinks and food while others say games first. You just watch not having a strong opinion for each until someone catches your eye. Behind Momo you see Shoto waving at you, and you smile waving back. He walks towards you but halfway someone shoves into him. Katsuki keeps walking not even acknowledging what he did. “Hi Y/N.”

“Hi, Shoto.” Just like how Katsuki ignores you, Shoto chooses to ignore his existence.

“Oh hey, Todoroki! Are you here with anyone?” Ochaco asks as the girls look at him.

“No.”

“I have a great idea!” This could be true or the worst thing Mina says. “We should go to one of the games, and Todoroki and Momo can battle to see who the better spouse is!”

“That’s actually not a bad idea and would be fun to watch,” Kyoka says.

“You down for joining us Shoto?” You look at him and he looks away from Momo and looks at you.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Don’t go easy on me.” Momo smiles at him. 

“Don’t plan on it and you should pick the game.” You walk over to Ochaco and wrap your arms around hers, you guys start walking around to find a game. Momo eventually settles on ring toss, you sit down at the water gun booth to watch them. Momo and Shoto stand next to eachother with five rings each. The first round starts and of course Momo wins. “Another one.”

“Shoto we are not gonna sit here and watch until you win.”

“Yes we are Y/N shush.” And the second round starts, this time the bottles move side to side making it more difficult. You feel the presence of someone sit next to you, You ignore it at first before you hear a grumble. You look back to see a random student with his friend, you stand up quickly and apologize for being in his way.

“Don’t take up a spot if you arent gonna do anything.”

“She was waiting for me, so you gotta move it.” Katsuki puts an arm around you and you look over at the group seeing if anyone notices. You lock eyes with Ochaco and she gives you a thumbs up. The boys apologize and run off not wanting to deal with Katsuki. You take a seat again and Katsuki hands money to the stall worker and sits next to you. “One game, one winner.” you face your water gun rolling your eyes.

“Whatever you say.” It was not one game, it was six and the group stopped watching Shoto’s game and huddled around you guys. “What happened to one game!”

“You keep cheating!”

“How?” 

“You keep shooting me with water!” You laugh. 

“FUCK!” Katsuki slumps back, you stand up ad cheer. You turn to Shoto giving him a high five and turn back to Katsuki. He stares for a beat then stands up and walks off.

“What is his problem?” Mina asks, you shake your head.

“I don’t know but let’s go find Izuku.” The hours pass and for others it went by very quickly but for you it didnt. The whole time you spent looking around for Katsuki and you couldnt find him. 

“Hurry up lets go find the perfect spot!” The fireworks start in fifteen and honestly you werent feeling it anymore.

“I think I’m just gonna go back to the dorm guys..” you were met with a lot of disergrement. 

“Are you sure Y/N?”

“Yeah I’m not feeling well.” You lie.

“Oh let me walk you back.” Shoto goes to grab your arm but you step back, “No it’s okay. Stay.” You give them all a smile, say your goodbyes and walk back.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

“Katsuki?” Nothing. You sigh and shut your dorm door. Luckly for you, your dorm faces right where they are gonna be setting off fireworks. You brush out your hair and walk to your balcony. “Cold…” you mumble shutting the sliding door and resting your body on the railing. You do the math in your head, it took you five minutes to get back here so that means itll be about ten minutes until they start. After some time you hear the sliding door open.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I can’t be in my own dorm now?”

“You should be out with your friends at the festival, not here.” You don’t say anything and Katsuki stands next to you, You glance at him.

“Why are you shirtless?”

“Because my wife wouldnt stop splashing me with water.”

“Stop Katsuki. I’m over this back and forth of you being mad and then not.”

“And I’m over Todoroki getting all your fucking attention. Piece it togehter Y/N.” You look at him fully.

“Me piece it together? I shouldnt have to do that? Why can’t you tell me straight up? You are so bold and loud but for some reason between us you shut down completely. It’s ridiculous.”

“Have you ever thought for one second why?”

“You rejected me Katsuki. In middle school, it was a full on embarrassment. Sorry I wasnt jumping to conclusions.”

“We were in middle school.”

“You made fucking rules when I tried getting you to take this simulation seriously.”

“Why’d you smile at Todoroki. You face him fully.

“What the fuck are you on about.” He faces you, he is red.

“During the Villian attack when you were close to the main group, you saw Todoroki and instantly smiled once you saw him.” 

“No I didnt?” You crossed your arms. Katsuki puts one hand on the railing and squeezes it. 

“Yes you did Y/N I watched you.”

“I smiled because I saw you.” his hand untenses.

“Yes Dumbass, I smiled because I saw you before I almost got killed by flames.” His hand tightens again. “What?” he stays silent so you repeat yourself again. “What?”

“For the first time I hesitated in battle.”

“So?”

“Because I thought I…” he pauses and looks down. “I thought I just watched you die and I couldn't, my brain couldnt comprehend it. For a split second all logic was out the window.”

“Where you ignoring me because of that?”

“I was ashamed.” He looks back up at you. “There goes fucking Todoroki and Deku running and there I was, frozen. Even if it was only for a second. It was a second to long. I don’t like what you do to me.” A boom goes off and the fireworks start up. The sky is full of assortment of colors. You and Katsuki both look. “I love you Y/N.” He says it not thinking you’d hear him and after this whole thing he can go back into the ignoring routine you guys established.

“I love you too.” Katsuki looks at you and you don’t look at him. He grabs your right arm and stops his movement. He stares at the scarring on your arm. You look at him before removing your arm from his hand and hug him. He squeezes you tightly before letting go and facing the railing. “You ignore me like that again and I’ll kill you.” He hugs you from behind.

“Mhm..”

“I’m serious Katsuki.” He kisses your cheek. “Fuck these fireworks.” You turn your body to face katsuki and look up at him, He looks down at you. “Kiss me.” He stares at you for a minute. “Katsuki I swear-” He cuts you off and kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck, and with that, he picks you up and sits you on the railing. You wrap your legs around his waist and deepen the kiss.

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[sakachichi]

Drabble!Choso and you work at an office job, typing at the computer allllll day, eyes and heads burning from starring at your computer screens for nearly 10 hours a day.

But how did you even get such a draining job like this? Well after mindlessly applying to several jobs for weeks, this was the only place to call you back and hire you quite literally on the spot (after doing a 10 minute interview ofc). That was on a Friday, now it’s Monday and it’s your first day. Your boss comes up to you with a silver magnet badge with your name on it, giving you instructions to go to cubicle number 18. And so you do and you’re greeted by a slightly hunch backed, raven slick back shiny hair, and well tailored black and white suit wearing man.

You clear your throat before clacking your long acrylics against the cubicle wall, immediately catching his attention. Now you have a good view of him, he’s undoubtedly handsome, a thin black stripe running along his nose and half of his cheeks, and those typical thin black rimmed glasses resting on his nose.

“Yes?” His voice low and deep, rumbling through the air. “I was sent for training…” you confidently reply.

He hums before checking his watch, mentally preparing for a long day of human interaction. “Ok. Follow me” and so you do, for the next 10 hours you had to sit through and listen to the most vague conversation you’ve ever had, feeling so dumbfounded because you have zero understanding of anything.

And this goes on for a whole week, and you repeatedly ask yourself if he’s even trying to train you. But you prevail and try to work with you got.

Months go by and you’re doing well, getting bonuses for your hard work.

You have befriended almost everyone at work, creating a good routine there. And one thing on your routine was to annoy Choso with your flirting any chance you got. You can’t deny and say you hadn’t developed a crush on him, he’s so cute and a little mean you love it!

He’s always rolling his eyes and deadpanning at your flirtatious actions, ushering you coldly back to work before you could go any further.

It wasn’t until one day where you wore a rather tight dress, hugging so nicely at your curves, showing just the right amount of cleavage, and a glittery diamond necklace nicely sitting at the dip of your pushed together tits. Your hair curled to perfection and make up so soft and sultry at the same time, you looked stunning and Choso noticed.

His growing bulge was unavoidable, he couldn’t ignore his uncomfortable feeling. Periodically shifting in his seat, repeatedly clearing his throat and sighing as he tried to relax his emotions, taking loud slurping sips of his hot black coffee. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and he hated it! Why’d you have to wear something like that to work?

He was gonna do something about it — he fiercely walks up to you, pointing a long finger at your face his expression covered in anger, frustration, and undeniable horniness.

“Miss <last name> you are violating the dress code, I’m gonna have to write you up for this!” He loudly whispered, and you look up at him with the sweetest doe eyes, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“Huh? Oh really? Oh gosh I must’ve not read the manual correctly, I’m sooo sorry Choso” you reply sweetly, Choso brings his index finger to raise up his glasses before nodding.

“Can we go to a conference room so you could help me read it better? It would also help to punish me..” you flirt, batting your eyelashes. Choso thickly gulps as he hesitates, he knows your flirting but for some reason he agrees. Leading you to a conference room, locking the door behind him and luckily the blinds were drawn..

He takes your request seriously, reading and explaining the dress code section of the companies manual while you sit there bored out of your mind not even hiding that you aren’t listening to a word he says.

Choso on the other hand, doesn’t mind, shamelessly staring at your tits from above his glasses. “Cho, I think I understand now”

“You do?” You nod and hum, gently scratching your acrylics against the wooden table before smoothly getting on your knees before him. Your hands gripping on his thick muscular thighs, shocked as you never knew he was built like that.

“How about you punish me now? Hm?” Choso raises his brow, “punish? How?”

A wicked smirk curves your ruby lips, “I suck your dick, and you gag me until you’re pleased. Until my throat is sore and my voice is hoarse”

Choso rolls his eyes and pushes your hands away, “no way in hell, I should report you to HR now.” That threat makes your heart drop, but you continue to pretend you’re not scared.

“Oh c’mon Cho, don’t be so prude~” you purr, hand now resting on his raging bulge. “You think I didn’t notice your friend here?” Your hand dangerously rubbing against his slacks, earning a sweet groan from Choso.

“Wouldn’t you like to shut me up? After months of tormenting you I’m sure you’d enjoy some peace and quiet, no?” You kept going, eyes staring at him so seductively. And Choso couldn’t help it anymore, rolling his head back as he lets out a frustrated groan. “Fuck! Fine do it, but if we get caught I’m reporting you”

You hum a smile, eagerly taking out his huuge cock, twitching after finally getting some fresh air. The tip fuming with pre-cum pooling up, veins so prominent you fear they might pop, and his pretty fat balls full with his precious cum. Your drooling as your lol out your tongue to lick under his dick, his thick vein hitting your tongue and you jolt.

“Oh! You’re big” you say before wrapping your mouth around his warm tip, and he lets out a sigh as his fingers grip at the arm rest.

Soon your bopping your head down his girthy shaft, hands playing his warm swollen balls. His bottom lip tucked in between his teeth as he swallows his moans, “shiiit, are you gonna gag on my cock or what? Make it quick”

God he’s so impatient! His fingers now gripping on your curly locks as he makes repeatedly gag on his fat cock, and you fucking love it. Tears fell down your face as you gripped onto his thighs, your toes curling in your heels as you held your breath.

This went on a good 30 minutes and 2 delicious orgasms from Choso, no breaks ofc! It’s your punishment after all.

“Are you gonna write me up, handsome?” You wipe your mouth and smile smugly at him.

“Just get get back to work, don’t let this happen again”

“I won’t make any promises, baby!”

Woooooow 🤯 this has been sitting in my drafts for decades! I love this lol 😛 it’s supposed to be a drabble but it’s long 😭😭

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

it's so funny to me how much maurice is being tormented in each iteration of these shifter aus. their life has not known peace since they left their spawn with the pines family

Listen, when I breathed life into Maurice, all I had planned for them was 'shapeshifter parent who did not interact with Stan at all growing up. A complete non-entity in his life until he's older, then only popping in occasionally. Why? they hate children.' I didnt even have their name picked out until i wrote their intro scene i cared that little for them. All i had was 'something that starts with an M. They seem like an M kinda guy', so i just sat there going "mmmmmmm" until i went with Maurice. I had zero plans for them to pop up a lot, as i just needed Stan to have come from somewhere and act like a sort of sneak peek into regular shifter lifestyles.

That was all i had on them. Then i realized I had to create the kind of person who would be OK with stalking a child, and also preferred a quiet life so they didn't get involved with Stan's shenanigan crimes for thrill or profit. Someone who could get Stan started in a life of crime and introduce him to people, then back off until they stumbled on Shifty for a reason i'll think on later.

This all added up until i had Maurice, a complete isolationist who only interacts with others out of necessity and to prolong the survival of their species. Unfortunatly no Pines is gonna let that kinda guy live in peace. Not when they're technically a parent and someone reliable. So now Maurice has this spawn who cannot live a life that doesnt involve pestering them and making them do things they hate. No Stan is going to leave Maurice alone, so his poor isolationism is now interrupted constantly by Pines shenanigans. The reason for stumbling into Shifty then became 'this guy, despite hating Stan for how much he calls them, also loves Stan the most in their own way (which probably doesnt look like love to most other people) so they noticed he was sad and wanted him to feel better. But also didnt want to do anything to make that happen so went to bother Ford. Shifty became the perfect lure to get their spawn to talk to his base agian'

Now Maurice just suffers in every au. I made them hate interaction then gave them the most interactive spawn. Guy just wanted to ditch their spawn with a family and then not talk to kids for as long as possible, and now they're constantly stressing.