#ooh and a drink and snacks are included

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Well in that case.... I’m gonna send you this idea... if it sparks inspo... sweet. If not or you don’t want to take such requests at the moment that’s totally cool too.

What about something where the reader is working a couple jobs like waitressing and bar tending or something while also going to college. During finals she’s working and studying and neglecting sleep and self care. Buck and Eddie start to get worried. So they convince her to come hang out at the station. She ends up collapsing (maybe on the stairs? And gets a minor concussion) due to exhaustion and dehydration. Once she gets home they both insist she just relax and nothing else. Lots of cuddles and bringing her food and water and basically only letting her up to pee. Ooh and maybe they give her a bubble bath... very spa like with candles and they do all the work and wash her hair for her and everything...

Over worked and under paid- Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley

Authors note: A few things.

1. I’m sorry this took so long. I’ve been so busy and I’ve only been able to write in short periods.

2. I know this isn’t my normal One Chicago content, but I love these boys too and you asked, so I (very lately) delivered.

Warnings: possible wrong medical jargon, passing out, over working, vomiting, concussion, FLUFF

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The boys are nothing short of proud and amazed by you. You are working part time as a barista at the coffee shop down the street from the station and frequently bartend for a friend at the bar that the 118 goes to every now and then. On top of your busy work schedule, you are also going to school online full time, helping take care of Christopher when Buck and Eddie are at the station, and trying to make sure you do your part around the house. If you asked Buck and Eddie, they would say you do too much in the first place and the house is something they can take care of, but you feel obligated to do your part.

Finals week has always been tough for you, but this is the first year that you are working two jobs and going to school full time. Buck and Eddie have been trying to help you as much as they can, including making sure you eat and drink, but they have been having a hard time getting you to slow down and sleep. Your mind just goes and thinks through all the stuff you need to be studying, so you are often sneaking out of bed to do so, much to Buck and Eddie’s dislike.

One day, Chris calls Eddie while he is at the station to express his worry. You had picked Chris up from school and brought him home like normal, but you didn’t get him a snack and sit down to help with his homework like you always do. He always tells you that you don’t have to, but you always do it anyways. With you forgetting this, the parlor of your face, and the bags under your eyes, Chris is worried something is seriously wrong with you.

Eddie has Buck call you as he calls Carla to come hang out with Chris. Buck calls you an Uber, saying you’ll be staying at the station and they want to help with everything, so you’ll just ride home with them. You cave, thinking that they are all gonna help you study, but not knowing their plan to get you to sleep or rest at the very least.

You arrive with your book bag on your back, still in your jeans and black tee from work earlier. Buck and Eddie hear Hen greet you and go to meet you at the top of the stairs. They both go running down as they watch your eyes roll into the back of your head as you drop with a loud thud, your forehead smacking against the railing as you go down.

“Y/n!!” Buck, Eddie, Hen, and Bobby yell. Buck and Eddie run down to get to you as Hen grabs the kit from the ambo and Cap runs up the stairs, having just come in the side door after getting something out of his personal truck.

Bobby is the first to make it to you and carefully holds your head in one hand while checking your pulse with the other. “She’s tacky and has labored breathing.” Bobby announces to the room. “Hen, give me the collar and then go get the rig ready.” Bobby instructs, passing you off to Eddie to steady you as he calls for Chim. “Chim. I need you on the floor. Y/n’s down. We need to go to the hospital.” He says, then after hearing a quick copy, he switches the radio to the dispatch frequency. “Dispatch, this is Captain Nash with the 118. Do you copy?” Bobby says, waiting for the copy from Maddie at dispatch before continuing. “Maddie, Y/n just collapsed at the 118. We are loading her and taking her to the er. Take the house out of commission.” Bobby says, standing as Buck finishes putting the collar on you and Eddie helps him hoist you into Evan’s arms.

“Copy you. Keep me posted. Dispatch out.” Maddie says.

Buck gently lays you down on the stretcher as Eddie takes a towel from Hen to gently wipe the blood from your face. Your eyes flutter as you groan, trying to swat his hand away. Hen chuckles as Bobby shuts the doors and Chim takes off with sirens blaring.

“Baby. Baby. Shhh. Stop mi amor.” Eddie murmurs, cupping your cheek in his hand as Hen places a pulse ox on your right hand. “It’s okay. We gotcha. You passed out baby.” Eddie explains as Buck clutches your hand and tries to keep his cool next to Eddie.

“Mmmm. Ed-ddie.” You moan, leaning into his touch. “D-don’t f-feel well.” You murmur, trying to push yourself into a sitting position. You don’t even have to express the way your feeling as your face turns ashen and your eyes widen.

Buck immediately pulls a puke bag from the dispenser and puts it around your mouth. “Alright baby. I gotcha. Just do what you gotta do.” Buck says, taking your hand again as you reach for him. It pains him to see you in so much discomfort.

Your breathing gets faster as the nausea builds. You vaguely hear Hen talking to Eddie about you possibly having a concussion as you begin heaving, crying out in pain when you can catch your breath. Your hearing is equivalent to being under water, but you can tell that both Eddie and Buck are trying to sooth you as tears stream down your face. Once you push the bag away, Eddie gets onto the stretcher with you and puts a towel on his neck, allowing you to press your forehead into his neck as much as possible with the collar still on.

Once at the hospital, Eddie ends up having to ride with you into the ER since you won’t let him go. They basically force you to untangle as nurses and a doctor want you moving into a bed to begin assessing you. Buck and Eddie stand at the top of the bed, both lightly touching you somewhere to let you know they are still there, while the doctor examines your head and does a spinal test. After many tests are done, fluids are given, and you get well educated on concussion protocol and the importance of taking care of yourself, you are finally released into the care of Eddie and Buck again.

Bobby was thoughtful enough to grab the guys go bags and drive Buck’s jeep to the hospital. Once you are cleared, the 118 is back in service, but Buck and Eddie are relieved of duty for the time being so that you can be taken care of. Buck drives back home with you curled around Eddie in the back seat. They gave you a sedative in the er and something for the pain, so you are practically knocked out. That is, until you get home.

You sleepily clutch onto Buck as he takes you from Eddie’s arms when you arrive home. You immediately bury your face into his neck to hide from the street lights now that it’s pretty late into the night. Eddie opens the door and disappears into the kitchen as Buck sits down with you on the couch.

“Chris?” You murmur, wondering where your son is.

“Carla has him at her house. Just relax sweet girl.” Buck whispers, kissing you on the forehead.

“Mmm.” You hum, snuggling back into his embrace.

“Alright you.” Eddie says, coming in with a tray of food and drinks. “Toast for you ma’am. I put butter on both, just to help settle your stomach. I also got you your favorite flavored water.” He says, handing you the water first. “Drink.” He says gently, before turning back to the tray. “A sandwich and water for both of us too.” Eddie says, handing Buck his sandwich when his boyfriend makes to grab for it, but you whine at the shift, so Buck settles back down.

You lay on Buck’s chest, nibbling at your toast and drinking your water when prompted. He could care less that you are getting crumbs on him as long as your comfortable and eating. Once everyone is finished, Eddie goes to clean up, leaving you and Buck back on the couch. You yawn, rubbing your face into Evan’s shoulder, causing him to chuckle.

“Alright baby. Bath and bed for you.” Buck says, standing up with you once again. “Eddie! Gonna go get her cleaned up.” Buck calls, nodding as Eddie replies with an okay.

You started to protest, but Buck is quit to shut you down.

“No ma'am. You just chill out. You need to relax and let us take care of you for once.” Buck says, sitting you on the bathroom counter in the master .

“But I-“ you begin to say, but you are cut off by Eddie as he saunters into the bathroom.

“You will relax and let us take care of you.” Eddie says, coming to stand between your legs. “What happened today could have been avoided if we put our foot down. Now, you will allow us to pamper you and give yourself time to rest. Okay?” Eddie says, lightly connecting his forehead with yours.

You close your eyes and sigh gently. “Okay. I’m sorry.” You murmur, bottom lip trembling as you fight back tears.

“Shhh mi amor. It’s okay. We are just worried, that’s all.” Eddie whispered, gently capturing your lips in his.

“Just let us take care of you. Okay?” Buck adds, coming to your side and kissing the side of your head. “Now, let’s get you in the bath while it’s still hot and I’ll even light your favorite candle. Okay love?” Evan says, trying to get you in bed as quickly as possible given that your eyes are having trouble staying open.

You nod and allow Eddie to undress you. It’s definitely not easy to let yourself get taken care of. You’ve grown used to fighting through this rough patch and hiding it the best you can from your boys, but you love them and they love you. Luckily, that just might save your life.

That night, the boys gently wash your hair. Eddie sitting on the edge of the tub behind you, caging you in with his legs as he gently massages your scalp. Buck washes your body, gently rubbing your sore muscles as he goes. They don’t stop until you are practically asleep against Eddie’s knee. Buck scoops you out of the tub while Eddie goes to throw your pjs in the dryer to warm them up. They then both help dry you off, gently brushing and blow drying your hair. Once you are all dry, they put you in your pjs, which consist of one of their fire shirts and your undies. Then, they get dressed themselves before getting in bed with you and settling in for the night, knowing that you are safe and sound in their arms.

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[widowsistersandfriends]

I Saw Taylor Kissing Santa Kloss

Summary: Karlie and Taylor have a secret meet up, leading to the rekindling of their relationship. However, when things start to go right, there's always someone spoiling the fun.

Notes: I had this idea for a while and decided to write it out and see how it goes! Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate, and happy holidays to everyone! (PS, there are 27 lyric references for you swifties!)

Also thank you @thenigotthisfamily for helping me brainstorm these ideas! Thanks for loving kaylor as much as I love you 😘

Word Count: 3797

Warnings: There's some swearing and kissing, and of course tickles, so if you are uncomfortable with that, please do not read.

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Streamers hung from the ceiling. There was glitter on the floor. Lights were strung around the giant mansion. Mistletoe was wrapped around the staircase banister. Lastly, there was a large, decorated tree with a red carpet wrapping around it. This mansion belonged to the one and only: Karlie Kloss. 

This year, Karlie was throwing a massive Christmas party with all of her friends and family. Security was lining the front, checking the list of guests that were expected to attend. Karlie was busy touching up her makeup and then began setting out the charcuterie platters.

A cozy, yet festive atmosphere took over the house. The smell of gingerbread cookies filled the air as the timer on the oven went off. This party was gonna be one for the century. 

Guests started arriving at the door, including Karlie’s sisters and closest friends. Each guest came with a present, as they were participating in a gift exchange. Karlie was wearing a short, sleeveless red dress, showing off the body of a true supermodel. 

After about a half hour, all the guests had arrived and the party was in full swing. Drinks were being downed, snacks were being consumed, and games were being played. 

Karlie was in the middle of her turn for truth or dare, when one of her security guards asked her to come aside. 

“Karlie, your guest is here,” the security guard whispered, leading her away from the crowd. 

A confused look formed on her face, brows furrowed as she was certain everyone on the list was there.

“Hey where’d Karlie go?” Her sister asked.

“I bet it’s her man Josh who just arrived,” someone chimed in, as the group oohed in unison. 

Karlie was led to the front door, fear and caution in her small steps. Unlike her, the security guard seemed very relaxed, reassuring Karlie that this wasn’t what she thought it was.

“She wants to meet you in the garden,” the security guard said softly, guiding Karlie gently outside.

“No! I refuse! I don’t even know who it is! My life could be in danger!” Karlie shouted, backing away.

A familiar shadow appeared into the light. The tall, strong build was nothing new to Karlie. As the mysterious guest stepped through the light, a dark green long sleeve dress was revealed. 

“It’s me, hi,” a soft spoken voice was revealed. 

“Taylor?” 

Taylor looked around sheepishly, avoiding eye contact and giving a little wave. 

Karlie stared at her for a moment, not saying a word. Taylor dared a glance, looking up into those half moon eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?” Karlie asked, shattering her glass on the white tablecloth nearby.

“Wait I can explai–,” Taylor was cut off.

“NO! YOU LISTEN HERE! I have spent years trying to get in touch with you. I even attended your concert for crying out loud! And what do I get? NOTHING!” Karlie shouted, her voice echoing through the mansion.

Taylor looked taken aback, knowing that it was true. She knew Karlie had tried, but sometimes you just don’t know the answer till someone’s on their knees. Oh how she wished Karlie was right now, but it wasn’t the right time.

“Aren’t you gonna say anything?!? You come all the way to my house and crash my party to just sit there and not say anything?!?” I SAID SPEAK NOW!” Karlie shouted, almost out of instinct.

What came next was unexpected for both of them. Taylor burst out laughing, hearing the difference in how she had sung it in the past.

“Karlie, what was that?” Taylor asked through hysterical giggles.

Karlie opened her mouth to answer, before a stream of her own giggles spilled out.

“Trust me, I’ll lead you to the garden,” Taylor said, gently grabbing Karlie’s hand.

The two girls put on their coats and walked to the secret garden gate, where Taylor snuck in through every night that summer to seal her fate. Now in the present day, she was experiencing her fate.

“So…chilly night isn’t it?” Taylor asked, now feeling the silence settling in.

“Yep, gets pretty cold here in New York during the winter. Of course, you wouldn’t know since you’re spending all your time at Chiefs games,” Karlie said, with a bite of passive aggressiveness behind her words.

“You really think I want to be there?” Taylor asked, scoffing a bit.

“Well what am I supposed to think when I open up social media and you’re popping up everywhere with that ugly dude,” Karlie said, as the two of them finally arrived at the garden gate.

“Look, I…,” Taylor trailed off. She wasn’t sure how she should explain this.

“Go on,” Karlie said, as Taylor punched in the code to open the gate to Karlie’s secret garden.

“I just got caught up in the moment I guess. I like being pursued, I like having the attention. I now realize it was all a money gimmick and that there’s a difference between being pursued romantically and just whining,” Taylor explained, letting out a sigh.

“What do you mean?” Karlie asked, encouraging her to elaborate. 

“Well, going in I didn’t realize I was just gonna be this big green dollar sign for the NFL. And then I just got sucked in to the attention Travis was giving me that I didn’t realize how awful it looked. He just whines and blasts me on his stupid podcast about not taking his bracelet? I’m sure there’s many people who would love to give me one, and there I was giving in to this guy just because he whined. What lesson am I teaching to the young kids who look up to me? That you’ll get your way if you whine enough?” Taylor asked, as the two had now entered and walked into the garden for a bit. 

Karlie pursed her lips, thinking carefully about what to say next.

“You knew I was chasing you,” Karlie said after a small moment of silence.

“What?” Taylor asked.

“Oh don’t play dumb. You literally told everyone in your vault track. You know, that line about you turning into a shrouded mystery when I was chasing you?” Karlie asked.

“Oh yeah, I remember that like it was yesterday,” Taylor said.

“I guess what I’m not fully over is the fact that you were so careful with us and I didn’t get any of that kind of publicity when I chased you. I knew you liked being pursued, and I was the one of the few who did,” Karlie said angrily. 

“My mom said it was for the best,” Taylor said quietly, knowing she was cornered.

“IT’S ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK IS FOR THE BEST,” Karlie shouted, pointing aggressively towards her. 

“Karlie.” Taylor said, it that oh so even tone of hers. She knew how to calm her down.

“I know you’re mad at me, especially for showing up to your party. But I did want to know. Would you have me? Would you want me? Would you trust me?” Taylor asked, hoping the reference would ring a bell.

“Betty,” Karlie said softly.

“Karlie Elizabeth Kloss. You must live under a rock if you thought I wasn’t thinking of you all these years,” Taylor said, smirking slightly.

“But nobody knows. Everyone thinks you’re happily in a relationship with Travis and that you guys are getting married and everything,” Karlie said.

“No one has to know…” Taylor said.

“Are you hinting that in the middle of the night I appear in your dreams?” Karlie asked, cracking a small smile of hope.

“Oh yeah, they’re some of my wildest dreams,” Taylor said.

“Oh yeah? How so?” Karlie asked.

No matter how confident the greatest singer and songwriter of this century was, Karlie never failed in making her blush. This time was no exception.

I..um, forgot,” Taylor said, reverting into her awkward self.

“You sure about that?” Karlie asked, tilting her head slightly and moving a step closer to Taylor.

“I’m sure Karlie,” Taylor scoffed, rolling her eyes. 

“How evergreen our group of friends huh?” Karlie asked, poking Taylor’s side, referring to her dark green dress.

Taylor jumped away, avoiding eye contact and not saying a word. 

“You know, there’s a party inside,” Karlie said, indirectly inviting her inside. 

“How are you gonna pull this off?” Taylor asked.

“The dress or you crashing my party?” Karlie asked

“Both. You know I only bought this dress so you could take it off,” Taylor said with a smirk.

Karlie got her security guards to clear everyone out, saying that the party was over and that Karlie needed the house to herself.

“Now this party’s just for us,” Karlie said, getting wine for both of them, and handing the glass to Taylor. 

The two were sitting at a small table across from each other, enjoying their drinks.

They glanced up at the same time, both getting a feeling of familiarity.

“Reminds me of the video that Vogue took down on your birthday,” Taylor said with a giggle.

“I remember you yelling at me that I couldn’t look at the paper,” Karlie said with a playful eyeroll. 

“I demand a rematch of the arm wrestle,” Taylor said, fiercely placing her elbow on the table.

“Oh? You want to lose again?” Karlie said, placing hers as well.

“Shut up and fight me,” Taylor said with a competitive glint in her eyes.

“3..2..1 go!” Karlie said, the two of them going at it. Taylor was much stronger now so it was a much closer match.

The two of them were both giggling as the match went on, Taylor now reaching under the table to squeeze Karlie’s knee, causing the other blonde to yelp and lose her strength, resulting in a win for Taylor.

“That’s cheating!” Karlie cried, scooting her chair back from the table to avoid any more tickles.

“All’s fair in love and war,” Taylor said, flexing and kissing her bicep to rub it in Karlie’s face some more.

“Real mature,” Karlie said while shaking her head and grinning.

“Yeah, I’m flexing like a goddamn acrobat,” Taylor said while giggling.

The two of them relocated to the couch, now snacking on one of the many charcuterie boards. 

“All right, spill the tea,” Karlie said, popping a piece of cheese into her mouth. 

“What?” Taylor asked.

“I know you’re hiding more. Come on, feed me,” Karlie said with a smile. 

“I just…I see the media. I see everything that’s posted. I know the truth, and everyone else doesn’t. They picture us as this perfect couple with no flaws, but there’s only so long I can lie to the public and you know I don’t like doing that,” Taylor sighed.

“I mean, they’re partly correct. You have zero flaws. That dude though? Don’t even get me started,” Karlie said with an eye roll of annoyance.

“Oh but you’ve gotten me started,” Taylor said, making a stack of crackers, meat, and cheese.

“I hate his hypocrisy. He goes and blasts the NFL for milking our relationship, and then does the same exact thing on his podcasts and interviews by dropping my name every chance he gets,” Taylor complained.

“And you know, you once said if a man drops your name then you owe him nothing.” Karlie said with a smile.

“Literally. I’m dealing with these rough emotions after what happened in Brazil, and he’s making it about himself. Like I feel like I can’t even grieve without him looking for clout and attention,” Taylor ranted.

Karlie nodded, allowing Taylor to speak her feelings.

“Like I get that we’re popular and good for ratings and media, but does he seriously have to make it that obvious that he’s an attention seeker?” Taylor asked.

“Well, he knows he’s benefitting from this more than you. He’s gonna milk that cow till it’s dry unfortunately,” Karlie replied.

“It just got so out of control. Tabloids started publishing articles that we were gonna get engaged on my birthday,” Taylor said, as Karlie snorted in amusement.

“I’ve seen you out in public with him. You are not a good actress,” Karlie said while laughing.

“It’s just hard when it’s not natural. Like when I giggle and sit in your lap, or give you that look when walking down the runway with you. All of that was so natural and my face gave it all away,” Taylor said, now breaking eye contact.

“You could’ve been a Victoria Secret model if you weren’t so dang good with words,” Karlie said.

“Well, what can I say? Words are kinda my thing,” Taylor chuckled.

“OH! And don’t even get me started on Twitter,” Taylor said, chugging her glass of wine.

“The whole shebang about how his old tweets were wholesome?” Karlie asked, refilling both of their glasses.

“YES! I do not get how people think a person who can’t spell basic words is wholesome. AND THEN, they cover up all the awful things he said in the past,” Taylor said, getting a little angrier.

“What did he say?” Karlie asked.

“Well you can thank our fans for finding it, but basically he called people retarded, made fun of gay people, called women breeders AND made fun of people with eating disorders. Something I suffered from for so long because I never felt I was skinny or fit enough. That hurts, and you know I don’t stand for all those other things he said,” Taylor said, staring into Karlie’s eyes.

“You know we’re in very similar situations. In relationships with guys who don’t match our values and views. Josh and I have very different values and people question the relationship as well. And fuck him for saying all that. It’s hypocritical for him to call people retarted when he can’t even spell simple words,” Karlie ranted.

“I just feel like it takes away all the credibility of all that I have spoken out about. I speak out for women not only in the industry but all women. I support gays and wrote YNTCD to show my solidarity. I spoke out and wrote YOYOK about my eating disorder and how I overcame it. But now everyone is gonna think I don’t mean any of it because of his conflicting views,” Taylor said with annoyance.

“I know it’s frustrating since it kinda questions the credibility of your statements, but you have no idea how much power you have. You are on top of the world right now. If you want this to end, that decision is in your hands,” Karlie explained.

“I just feel stuck. If I break up, everyone is just gonna keep going on about how I can’t keep a man and how I lead the world in most breakups. Then, if I don’t, I’m gonna be stuck with this moocher,” Taylor said, thrusting her head back into a pillow. 

“Or…you could be stuck with me,” Karlie suggested, trying her best to keep her bold facet.

“W-what?” Taylor stuttered.

“You and me. We’d be a big conversation,” Karlie said while smirking.

“But what about Josh? And the kids?” Taylor asked.

“Josh already knows he’s a beard, but he got his wish of having kids. And I absolutely adore the kids, but Josh isn’t really there for them as much as I’d like if I’m being honest,” Karlie said with a sigh.

They sat in silence for a moment, both with thoughts whirling through their heads at 100 mph. 

“I know you’re still mad at me,” Taylor said softly. 

“I’m not really. At least not as much now. I was mad at the sudden drop off and the lack of acknowledgement at your tour, but I couldn’t help feeling so proud of you when you announced 1989 TV. I still remember when I was the first person to listen to the original album,” Karlie said longingly. 

“I knew you were there,” Taylor said quietly.

“Oh, did you?” Karlie asked.

“Why do you think I kept looking up there that night? You’re kind of a giraffe Karlie,” Taylor said teasingly.

“Like that time you kept pointing to me during the Rep Tour during Dress,” Karlie said with a wink.

Taylor rolled her eyes, knowing that she didn’t have a leg to stand on.

“But you know, I still stand by my statement. You belong with me,” Karlie said, shifting closer to Taylor on the couch.

Taylor blushed and looked away, cheeks burning.

“Are you impressed that I actually know your lyrics? Unlike some Burger King looking dude,” Karlie said, making Taylor burst out laughing.

“I am. I’m also impressed by your charisma,” Taylor said, reaching for Karlie’s hand as a gesture for accepting her love.

“Awwww, look at you. You’re always so confident when you’re performing. What’s wrong?” Karlie asked, smirking at Taylor.

“You know I can take my word back, right?” Taylor asked, giving Karlie a look of warning. 

“Alright fine, I’ll tease you later,” Karlie said, now getting up to put stuff away.

After washing up, the two of them were back on the couch again, both in comfy pajamas. 

The two of them were still drunk, and were both a lot more bold than before.

“Ugh my feet hurt. Massage them,” Taylor said, thrusting her bare feet into Karlie’s lap.

“Fine,” Karlie said, sighing with a smile.

“Oooh yeah that feels good. This would be so nice after I perform. My feet always hurt so bad,” Taylor said, adjusting herself on the couch.

“So I’m just gonna be your servant?” Karlie asked playfully.

“At least you’ll be a hot servant,” Taylor said, squealing as Karlie ran a nail up her sole.

“Kahaharlie! No!” Taylor said, sounding more childish than usual.

“No what?” Karlie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” Taylor said, regaining her composure again. 

“You’re still ticklish huh?” Karlie said, now using one hand to hold her feet down and the other to tickle up and down her arches.

“NOHO IHIM NOHOHOT,” Taylor laughed, trying to pull her feet away.

“Laughing with my feet in your lap~~” Karlie sang teasingly, making Taylor blush.

“STAHAHAHAP,” Taylor shouted, sitting up to hit Karlie on the shoulder.

“Oh no, you’re in for it. Don’t think I forgot about how you cheated during the arm wrestling match,” Karlie said, moving quickly and pinning Taylor to the couch with her arms above her head.

“IM SORRY,” Taylor shouted immediately, knowing that Karlie was going to destroy her.

“Hmm, I accept your apology but that doesn’t exempt you from punishment,” Karlie said, now using her nails to lightly scratch over Taylor’s sensitive armpits.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA KAHAHAHRLIHIHIE PLEHEHEHEASE,” Taylor laughed. Nothing was more embarrassing than this.

“Yes?” Karlie asked, grinning like a devil. 

“IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES,” Taylor squealed adorably. 

“That’s the point. The point is to make you suffer from this awful sensation and laugh so I can see that beautiful smile of yours,” Karlie said, now leaning down to blow a raspberry on her neck, earning a loud squeal. 

Karlie repeatedly blew raspberries on her neck while clawing and tickling away at Taylor’s sides.

“IHIHIHI GIHIHIVE,” Taylor screamed, as Karlie relented with a triumphant grin.

Taylor laid there, panting in recovery. 

“You are the absolute worst meanie head on earth,” Taylor said, as Karlie laughed.

“That’s the best you can come up with, lyrical genius?” Karlie teased, poking Taylor’s tummy.

“Stoppppp,” Taylor whined, curling up into a ball.

After Taylor recovered, she couldn’t help but question if Karlie was also ticklish. If she had ever tested during all those years she could’ve gotten so much revenge. 

Taylor reached out slowly, and gently poked Karlie in the ribs, earning a jump from the taller blonde.

“Stop being a pest,” Karlie said playfully, scooting away from her.

“What did you just call me?” Taylor said, pulling Karlie into a tickle hug, clawing at her ribs.

“AHAHAHA AN ANGEHEHEL,” Karlie lied, unable to defend herself, as her arms were trapped. 

“That’s not what I heard. And anyway, if you called me that I would be rolling my eyes, not tickling you,” Taylor said, as she moved her hands towards Karlie’s shiny abs.

“NO! NOT THEHEHEHERE!” Karlie laughed, cursing her muscles for being so ticklish. 

Taylor dared and wiggled her finger into Karlie’s belly button, earning a jolt from the supermodel and a loud plea of laughter. 

“There is nothing I do better than revenge~” Taylor sang teasingly.

“TRUHUHUHUCE!” Karlie cried.

“Hmm, I don’t know…You did a lot worse to me,” Taylor said, now getting up and sitting on Karlie’s shins.

“Now tell me. Does this tickle?” Taylor said, running her nails all over Karlie’s inner thighs.

“YEHEHEHES NOW STAHAHAHAP,” Karlie squealed, unable to kick or protect herself. Taylor was very satisfied when she ran her nails over her inner knee and got Karlie to curse. 

“WHAHAHAT DOHOHO YOHOHOU WAHAHANT,” Karlie screamed.

“Nothing, I just find it hot when you’re laughing and helpless,” Taylor said with a shrug, making Karlie blush while still laughing. 

Eventually Taylor let her up after tormenting her for a little bit longer. 

“Your hair is a mess,” Taylor teased, as if she wasn’t the same just before that.

“You’re still worse than me,” Karlie said while rolling her eyes.

“Uh huh.”

“You know, don’t people usually kiss under the mistletoe?” Karlie asked.

“Is it too soon to do this yet?” Taylor asked.

“You’ve already sat in my lap before, so I may as well be Santa Kloss,” Karlie said, as Taylor laughed at the ridiculous play on words.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” Taylor said, as the two of them were now under the mistletoe.

“Me too,” Karlie growled, as the two leaned in. However it was stopped quickly when Karlie said she forgot her Santa hat and how it wouldn’t be ‘Santa Kloss’ without it.

The taller blonde returned quickly, causing Taylor to giggle at the ridiculous situation.

“Now, where were we?” Karlie asked.

“You were being horny,” Taylor teased, as Karlie pinched her side, causing her to yelp.

“No, you’re the one talking about how long you’ve been waiting for this,” Karlie refuted.

“You’re mine,” Taylor stated, leaning up to passionately kiss Karlie. Taylor placed her hands on Karlie’s ass, feeling the familiar toned shape she had felt before. Karlie let out a soft moan of satisfaction, making Taylor’s lips turn upwards during the kiss.

“What the hell is going on?!” A familiar voice rang throughout the house after a couple of minutes of making out.

Karlie turned around quickly, as both of their eyes widened at the sight of Josh and the kids.

There was a moment of silence before one of the kids spoke up.

“I saw Taylor kissing Santa Kloss!!”

“Shade never made anybody less gay. We’ve got some men to dump,” Karlie said quietly to Taylor before walking towards Josh to handle this.

To be continued…

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

hey! this is chance & here’s the prompt for week 6. what are your oc's bedrooms like? messy? neat? carefully designed? or a collection of their favorite things? you can verbally describe or use photos, whatever you think is best.

Ooh! If I could draw rn I’d be all over this, so a verbal description will have to do!

Jesse: Tries to keep his room neat, but has a few things out of place here and there. His room is a light gray, with black furniture (shelves, bed frame, desks, etc) and pink accents (I.e. his blankets, pillow, and rug). Has a lock on his door to stop his sister (Miranda) from poking in his stuff. His shelves are full of tricks and magic props, along with some prizes he’s won from a few magic shows (including a certain bouquet he received at a school talent show). Has a small(ish) tv in his room with some gaming stuff, but not as extensively as his sister. Has a little study book for school and has some photos of his friends Antonia took hanging around, but for an otherwise magic guy his room is pretty average. (He did kick the screen out of his window in case of need of a quick escape, however.)

Miranda: Extremely messy. Clothes everywhere, garbage flowing out of the trash, empty energy drink cans everywhere…generally a slob. The cleanest part of her room is her gaming setup and what’s she’s got going on at her desk (laptop + tablet + a bunch of storage towers). She’s got posters of indie bands no one’s heard of across her room, along with strings of mismatched neon lights. She keeps a few academic awards she’s won on her shelves, though those are just collecting dust. Her room is a deep purple, with blackout curtains so she can sleep in (and makes it all the more jarring when her mother whips them open to wake her up).

Olivia: Has two rooms—one in the evil secret lair she works at and another at a motel she used to stay at, but both are the same: relatively messy, and she spends very little time in either one. The one at the lair is at least painted in blues, but otherwise has very little in the way of personalization. The messiest it gets is discarded clothes on the floor and the occasional snack wrapper. Her bed is a water bed, and she does sleep with a stuffed shark.

Bridget: Unlike Olivia has a very clean and organized room, and personalized to her taste. Filled with shelves of books and a supercomputer the size of half the wall, she’s not lacking in access to information at a moment’s notice, and always keeps track of what’s going on within the lair at all times. Her bed is hard as a rock yet filled to the brim with soft pillows and blankets. Her room is sea foam green but sophisticated as ever, save for the stuffed narwhal she claims she does not own.

Sunni: Her room started off yellow until she decided that was too bright, and started painting it light blue, but got tired halfway through and now it’s yellow-with-blue-stripes-of-different-sizes, but she likes it. Has three windows with white curtains to always let in the natural light, and due to having six siblings also has a door lock to maintain her privacy (and sanity). Has a little pastel pink beanbag chair in the corner for reading, with two wooden shelves for books and a few awards and certificates from science fairs. Has a small flatscreen on her wall, but mainly watches anime and the weather channel (and the news when there’s a crisis). Has pastel sheets on her bed, and all her pillows are shaped like fluffy white clouds (and she cares not if it’s childish, it’s cute)

Harleigh: Doesn’t really have a “room” for a very long time, but were she to, y’know, eventually find a place to stay, she would almost never bother keeping it neat until being gently suggested to do so, but also wouldn’t have very much in the way of personalization either. …and yet, the nice warm bed and the knowing of having a place to return to is nice enough in and of itself.

[xojennyboo]

A/N: Hello! For starters a huge apology for not being consistent with the updates. It’s tax season and I work in tax and it’s been a hectic few months. Here is a small update, I hope you enjoy. As always thank you so much for reading. Don’t forget to vote, like, share, reblog. Thank you! Enjoy.

You sit in your living sofa watching your group of friends making themselves home. You were very fortunate to have a handful of friends that you trusted 100 % and that they trusted you. Today was movies and game night.it was the perfect weather to stay in and hang out. Each person was in charge of bringing snacks or a game. Luckily for you, you had plenty of snacks in your cabinets and a few game boards. One by one each friend arrived at your house filling you quiet living room with playful chatter and laughter. You lived by yourself, and your house was never this loud unless some of your friends were here. The good thing about tonight was that they were also going to stay the night to keep you company.

As you distanced yourself from the crowd, which included 5 friends in total, you couldn’t help but smile at their interactions. They were currently finishing their dinner which consisted of your favorite Chinese food spot down the road. Everyone loved it there, and the employees were always super nice. You were already finished eating do you gave them their space to eat. “Now what could you possibly be doing here sitting by yourself?", your friend Harry says, placing his arm behind your head on the edge of the sofa. "Watching" you simply say to him. “What’s so entertaining about watching us idiots?", he chuckles. You simply point at Michael and Derek who were playfully bickering about who would take the last egg roll. Both of you watched the interaction and chuckled when Michelle was the one to eat it. “Yeah, you’re right. It is entertaining “he says.

You lean your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes a bit. You and Harry had a weird between the two of you. Each one knew about the attraction for one another, but nothing was ever done about it. You both consistently flirted with each other, and both were very protective. He would sometimes stay the night at your house just because. You could talk to him about anything and everything but when it came to your feelings you found yourself speechless. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”, you hear him ask, his hand reaching to your hair to play with it. “Nothing and everything all at once”, you say, your words causing him to chuckle. “So specific", he mumbles. “Ready for a long night?”, he asks. “Not really but it shall be fun. We just need some alcoholic beverages to pipe up the mood”, you say, getting up from your comfy spot on the couch and walking over to your alcohol cellar. You feel Harry’s presence behind you as you looked at the different bottles and deciding on what drinks to make.

“What are we thinking tonight? I can make mojitos or margaritas. We also have beer. Ooh and I also got a new bottle of wine”, you say excitedly. “If someone else heard you they would think you’d have an alcohol issue”, he chuckles making your eyes roll in response. “Oh please. You and I both know I do not”, you say, attempting to reach up towards the shelf to get your new wine bottle. You, being short wasn’t helping the situation. “Here, let me”, Harry says, placing his hand on your hip and reaching up to the top shelf to reach the bottle. In this very moment it felt like time stood still. His chest pressed against your back. His hand gently placed on your hip for leverage. Your breathing becoming shallow at the close proximity. You didn’t dare look in his direction, instead looking at his movements.

Once he reached the bottle, he handed it to you, his piercing green eyes looking straight at you. You felt like this small cellar was closing in on you as he stepped closer to you. “Thank you”, you whispered, his face becoming closer and closer. Your eyes were glued on his perfect pink lips, wanting them to touch yours. But, as soon as they were Michelle came barging into the cellar, Harry taking a huge step back away from you, increasing the distance. “There you guys are, we’re waiting on you “, she says taking a look between the two of you. “Ill wait with the guys”, Harry says, excusing himself as he exited the cellar. Michelle narrowed her eyes at you, making your cheeks turn a bright pink. “Well, did he finally kiss you?”, she playfully asks. “No. But he was about to before you walked in”, you whine at your rest friend, your childish reaction causing her to giggle as she dragged you out of the room. “It will happen tonight. I’m sure of it”, she confidently says. “As long as its not forced. I don’t want to push anything. If we both want the same thing it’ll happen��, you say, placing the bottles on the kitchen counter.

The night was better than you had expected. Throughout the evening you made margaritas and mojitos like you had planned. You had also played a few rounds of charades, where you and Harry obviously had won. After finishing an intense round of monopoly, one by one your friends started going to bed...drunk. You were feeling a little bit buzzed but that had only pushed you to start cleaning. Michelle comes up to you and bids you goodnight, hugging you before going to bed. As soon as you were alone, you started cleaning the living room. You gathered up all of the board games and put them in the small bank you had by your window. Then you gathered all of the imply glasses on the coffee table. While you were doing this, Harry appeared from the hallway, quickly reaching towards you to help you carry the glasses. “In a cleaning mood?”, he asks as he helped you place the glasses in the dish washer. “Yeah. I don’t like waking up to a mess”, you say, turning the cycle on. Harry volunteered to help you clean, him attacking the dishes and mess in the kitchen while you attacked the mess in the living room. You fluffed your pillions one last time before placing it back on the couch and finishing. You felt accomplished and relieved. The buzz you felt earlier disappearing completely. You go into the kitchen and see that Harry was done too placing the last dish in the cabinet. “All done”, he turns to look at you with an accomplished wide smile. He walks up towards you and engulfed you in a big bear hug. His arms wrapped around your small frame hugging you tightly. Your face placed against his chest; his chin placed on top of your head. “How are you feeling? Tired yet?’ he asks, swaying your bodies side by side. “Not really, which is surprising considering I’m asleep at this time almost every night” you say, closing your eyes momentarily as you lister his heartbeat against his chest. “In that case, why don’t we go sit in your library?”, he suggests.

The library was one of your favorite places to be in.it wasn’t a huge library, but it was A big room filled with all of your favorites. Harry had helped you build it when you first moved in. It was a project you both worked on together and once it was complete it held a special place in both of your hearts. Quietly you both made your way to the library, trying to make as little noise as possible. As you walked into the room, you turned the light switch on, illuminating the room in a soft yellow light. Immediately you felt a different like in the room. You sat on the sofa that was against the windows that were hidden by curtains. “You’ve collected more books I ace”, Harry states, walking around the room until he plopped downright next to you. “Yeah, my collection keeps growing. There’s always something new out there”, you say, bringing your knees up to your chest your arms wrapping around them.

For a while you both sat there in silence, enjoying each others presence. But that soon changed when he shifted his position on the sofa to look directly at you. “Tell me something", he says. “Tell you what”, you respond, slightly confused." Ne’ve been avoiding whatever is going on between us”, he says. A small smile plays on your lips. “I know” you say. “Why?”, he asks. You shrug your shoulders, not really knowing why. “You know why. Deep down. I know it because I feel the same way”, he says. “You do?”, your eyes look up at him, feeling a bit relieved. “Yes. I do. And as much as I try to suppress it, every time I’m near you, or alone with you. I can’t help myself but to think about having my way with you”, he says. A small blush plays on your face, knowing that you felt exactly the same way. You couldn’t help but rethink the many times you’ve pictured yourself straddling his lap or having his lips kiss you in sinful ways, like in the books you read. Just the thought of it was turning you on.

“Have I scared you?”, he asks, his face holding a concerned look. “Not at all. I feel exactly the same way Harry. If I can confess, I really wanted us to kiss in the cellar earlier. I really thought that it would finally be our moment”, you say. He smirks at your confession and gets closer to you. “Oh, really now? I wanted to kiss you so badly in there but of course Michelle always has perfect timing”, he says making you both laugh. “Yeah, she sure does”, you agree. “But who says that we can’t have another moment hm? We can have plenty of moments. Maybe even now”, he looks at you. “Now?”, your nervously ask. “It doesn’t have to be, but it could”, he playfully says. This causes your heart to beat a bit faster. Just the thought of Harry taking you in this very room excited you. It would be perfect since this room already holds so many memories.

Without ginning it a second thought you climbed on top of him and straddled his hips, just the way you’ve imagined it so many times smirk played on his lips as he waited on your next move. You placed your hand on either side of his face and kissed him. His hand reciprocated yours and upped your face as he deepened the kiss. His lips felt much better than what you had imagined. They felt so soft against yours. His tongue didn’t feel foreign as he tangled it with yours. His hands dragged down to hold onto your hips, squeezing the skin as the kiss got more heated. You couldn’t get enough from this kiss. You wanted his lips to kiss you everywhere, just like yours wanted to do to his.

“Are we really going to do this?”, he says, pulling back from the kiss to get reassurance from you. “Do you not want to?”, you skeptically say. “Of course I want to, just want to make sure you’re okay with this”, he chuckles before attaching his lips to your once again. Needy lips against yours, you couldn’t get enough of it. You’ve waited to taste those lips for a while and now that you’ve had, you couldn’t get enough. His grip on your waist tightened as he held you close to his body. Then they roamed up your back, his hand gliding underneath your shirt to touch your bare skin. Instantly he took the piece of clothing off, revealing your bra. He took a moment to take in your half naked body, loving every inch of your bare skin. His lips found their way to your neck, kissing down reaching your chest. These kisses were getting sloppy and needy, wanting more. He planted a small gentle kiss on top of each of your breast before reaching towards your back and undoing the clasp in one single second. You feel your breast becoming free, to be out of the constraints from your cute bra.

"Goodness they’re beautiful" Henry says, palming each breast in his large hands. “Such a nice size. They fit perfectly in my hands”, he says, gently squeezing them causing a small gasp to fall from your mouth. “You like now I’m touching you this way? Enjoy my bands palming your breasts?", he says. “Yes”, you breathlessly say as you watched his hands cupping you. You watch as he leans in and takes a nipple in his mouth, his tongue circling the small sensitive nub. A shiver ran down your spine your back arching causing your breasts to move closer to his face. His movements becoming more aggressive as he squeezed harshly, a grasp leaving your lips.

He pulls away. Leaving a trail of sloppy kisses up your chest until they reconnect with your lips. Your hands frantically reach for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up his torso and over his head. His tattooed covered torso on full display for you to see. “I want to feel more of you”, you whispered to him, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, leaving small gentle kisses. “And I want to feel all of you” he says, grabbing you tightly as he moves in a different position. He lays you down on the sofa, his body hovering yours as his hands find the button of your pants.in one swift moment they were off. You were surprised at the fact that you weren’t as shy as you’d thought you’d be around Harry. You felt so comfortable around him, especially in this intimate moment.

His lips trailed down your torso, until they reached the hem of your panties. “May I?”, he asks. “Yes”, you whispered, taking off your undergarments and throwing them with the rest of your clothes on the floor. He smirked at the sight of you, naked and ready to be worshipped by him. He had pictured this very moment with you but never thought hid get a chance to. Before he did anything else, he removed the rest of his clothing, his cock springing free from the restraints of his briefs. ‘Wow’, you thought to yourself. He definitely had an impressive package, and you were so ready to have it inside of you. He kneeled in front of you, spreading your legs in order for him to see your glistening pussy.

“Look how met you are “he whispers kissing up your leg and into your inner thighs, nipping your skin marking you hiss in both pain and pleasure. He continued leaving kisses until those kisses landed on your aching clit. You inhaled a sharp breath and the contact, throwing your head back in pleasure as his mouth pleasured you. His tongue swirled around your clit the noises of your wetness the only thing audibles in the room. You tried so hard to contain your moans, afraid that someone moved here. You felt his stands reach up to squeeze your breasts as he ate you out, the twisting of your nipples sending sharp tingles to your core. You’re breathing was becoming heavier by the second, his actions making it harder to breathe.

His tongue sled down your core, collecting all of your wetness, and got inserted in you. You gasped, a bit loudly, at the intrusion causing a moan to emit from Harry. You felt yourself becoming closer to your peak, the lack of breathing giving you a sense of euphoria. Your hands moved towards Harry’s pair, gripping his curls as he devoured you. “Fuck Harry. Please don’t stop”, you quietly moan. Your chest hearing up and down quickly as you reached your high, moaning Harry’s name and cursing as your hips took control and rode out your high on Harry’s face. He didn’t stop until he licked every drop of cum from your pussy. Once he did, he pulled away with a huge smile on his face. It was a smile filled with accomplishment. “That was so hot”, he whispered kissing up your body and kissing you, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“I ‘need you wrapped around me love”, he says. Grabbing a condom from his jean pocket, he gently puts it on. “Do me a favor and get on your knees on the sofa with your back facing me”, he instructs, and you do as you’re told, excitement building up once again. Once you’re in the position he wanted you in, he gently pushes you down, your upper body against the top edge of the sofa. " Fuck you look so sexy like this”, he grunts. His compliment giving you a boost of confidence. His fingertips traced your bare back, down your spine, until he reached your waist. He held you with both hands as he positioned himself behind you and slid nice dick inside, both letting out a moan in unison.

He didn’t move, waiting for you to adjust to him. You knew Harry carried a hefty package, but you didn’t realize how big.it felt so good inside you, fitting perfectly. “I’m good Harry. You can move”, you say. You feel him slide out and slam back in, the ave leaving your body at the harsh movement. “On fuck”, you gasp tightening the grip on the sofa as he continued sliding in and out of you. He felt so good. Your breathing turned heavy as he tucked you from behind. H his hand roamed up your back, his fingers attaching to your hair as he gripped it, pulling you back, the new angle causing you to moan louder than before. “Fuck baby, you feel amazing”, he raspy says, his movements becoming faster, the noise of skin against skin becoming louder.

“Fuck me, fuck me fuck me. Yes, yea, yea”, you moan uncontrollably. Before you knew it, he flipped you over on the couch, your back pressed against the soft cushions. He slid back in, leaning over your body, his forehead pressed against yours. This position felt more intimate your naked sweaty bodies pressed closely together. “Hey”, he quietly says, pecking your lips. “Hey”, you shyly say. He smiles and starts thrusting again. He muzzles his face into your neck, feeling his breath against your hot skin. Your fingers scratch his back as his movements become faster, the scratches definitely leaving red marks.

His grunts become moans as you both start to reach your high. You wrap your legs around his waist tighter bringing closer, if that were even possible. His movements becoming sloppier, you knew he was close. “Cum, Harry. Fuck”, you moan against his ear. He lifts his head that was against your neck and reaches for your hand, gripping them tightly and pinning them on either side of your head. “Cum with me y/n “, he pants. You frantically nod your head, the feeling becoming too much for you. Your back arched as you came, your mouth hung open as the small moans inset from you. Harry’s movements still right after you came, grunting as he came inside the condom.

“Fucking hell love, that was amazing", he says, removing the condom and throwing it in the garbage. “Yes, it was”, you lazily day, feeling extremely tired now. Harry notices and lifts you in his arms, leading you into your empty bedroom where you would both share for the night. He gets the covers out of the way and tucks you in. You feel him start to leave but you reach out to grab his arm. “Where are you going? Stay”, you sleepily say. “I’m coming right back love. I’m just gonna go grab our stuff”, he quietly says, disappearing. A couple minutes passed, and you feel him right beside you, his body pressed against you as he spooned you. He kisses your shoulder, and you hear him whisper "goodnight my love”, before going into a blissful sleep.

[japhan2024]

…tbh can you write one that’s like that moment where mykie kissed him with the liquid lipstick except you’re the girl and you guys aren’t together yet 😳

Ooh a self insert fic thats next level!! But im up to the challenge! Anything for Anthony day :D

Peachy

"Oh my gosh [your name], I have booked you an amaaazing online show!"

Your eyes light up as your agent is babbling to you over the phone.

"He's this really hot internet celebrity. You've never heard of him? He's like, one of the original YouTubers! Yes, I swear to you he's hot, incredibly hot, you'll have a breeze putting makeup on that one!"

After the phone call, you smile to yourself. You reassemble your makeup kit for the hundredth time and still decide at the last minute to include a nice peachy liquid lipstick. You eat a healthy dinner, brush your teeth and proceed to watch Too Hot To Handle on Netflix until you fall asleep.

You're the new girl on the block in Hollywood, you're originally from Japan but you're just obsessed with American culture. A reverse weaboo if you will. You have a proud collection of shiny cowboy boots, hats and you own a vintage, actually antique pair of Levi's jeans.

Next morning you wake up and make yourself some coffee. You read the email your agent sent you yesterday. "Hmm, Anthony Padilla, never heard of him," you think when you read the summary your agent has sent you. The photo she included shows a handsome guy, but not THAT handsome, not as handsome or hot as she had described. "Well then at least I'll have something to do!" You think and you giggle inwardly and breathe out your nose. "lol"

You get into your hot pink but small Honda Civic and drive to the location for the interview. Anthony will ask you about your life as a beauty guru. Although you're still a small fish, you had a couple of viral moments and are making connections in the beauty world. So you feel like you do have plenty to say.

The waiting room is really cozy and well-stocked with vegan snacks and cold drinks. You take a few, as you don't get the opportunity often to just snack for free.

Just as you're chewing on some peanuts, Anthony enters.

You're taken aback. Anthony is indeed very handsome. What the heck was your manager thinking sending that now obviously very unflattering picture?! This man is a Greek sculpture. A hero of old, looking muscular but at the same time sensual and feminine. He has incredible tattoos, and you immediately worry your makeup is going to ruin the impeccable look he's got going on.

"Hi," he giggles as you quickly swallow the nuts.

"Uhh, hi! I'm [your name], you stammer. Not only is he hot but he's also cute, kind and charismatic. Oh no! You silently curse your agent but smile through the strain this puts on you.

"Wow, you're so pretty and cute, wait.. what?" He jokes but then he still looks at you expectantly so was he really joking??

During the interview you're sat across from each other and his eyes keep fluttering to your lips as he asks you about all things beauty. He keeps flirting. You don't mind at all. You start to feel a bit more confident and flirt back a little, which delights Anthony.

"I.. thank you Anthony, you don't look too shabby yourself, if I do may say so my…self" - you fool! you tell yourself off for being so awkward.

And then you see it. He's wearing Levi's jeans. It's over for you. You've fallen.

"Shall I make that cute little face even more beautiful?" You ask him.

"Hit me with whatever you've got!" he answers with a grin. You look through your kit and just can't decide. Until the orange liquid lipstick catches your eye once more.

"Now, do you know what this is?" You ask when you finish putting it on his lips. You felt his breath on your hands, it was very warm and it sends shivers down your spine.

"Uhh, lip.. lipgloss or something?" He giggles and it's truly the most wonderful sound you've ever heard. You're fully intoxicated by Anthony's charming personality and being this close to him makes you blush. Luckily you have your face of makeup on.

"It's liquid lipstick. It's very special because it's waterproof, snack-proof… and…" In a moment of either courage or lapse of judgement, you say "kiss-proof" and you plant a nice little peck on his lips.

Anthony breathes in with a smile, looking startled but very happy.

"Oh, it's the good stuff!" he jokes. He leans in again. This time he kisses you. His lips feel great even with the lipstick on, and Anthony smells extremely good, although you have no idea what scent it is. It drives you nuts. You get so carried away in the kiss that you run your hand through his curls and tug on them. Anthony moans. You break the kiss. "You like it that way, huh?" You ask him. "Whatever you say, [your name]" and he kisses you again.

This morning you'd never have believed that by noon you'd be kissing an internet celebrity. You're going to call your agent and thank her for booking the best interview of your life.

[ichinisankaku]

Backstage Translation - Bar Arisugawa (Part 1)

Nakamura: Thank you for your time today, Arisugawa-sensei.

Homare: Likewise. It was time well spent.

Nakamura: Well then, I have to get to my next job...

Homare: Understood, be careful.

Now, it'd be nice to go home as usual, but...

(Since I'm here, why not have a walk around town?)

(It's sophisticated to drink tea by yourself at a relaxing cafe, but today I feel like going to...)

*ring*

Guy: Welcome... ah, Arisugawa.

Kazunari: Aririn in the flesh!

Homare: Ooh, you're here as well, Kazunari-kun? Did you come on your way back from school?

Kazunari: Yeah! I feel like drinking a bit today~

How about you, Aririn?

Homare: I was on my way back from a meeting.

Naturally, you won't already be drunk by this point, but do be careful not to drink too much.

Kazunari: It's fine, it's fiiiine!

Hisohiso, can I get a refill?

Hisoka: Got it. What about Alice?

Homare: I'll have a beer for now.

Kazunari: Btw, Winter Troupe's hard at work with practice right now, aren't you?

Homare: Yes, that's correct.

Kazunari: And Aririn's playing a bar* mama, right? I'm looking forward to watching you!

I mean, Aririn working at a snack bar sounds super fun! Like, consulting people about their worries and stuff~ I wanna see that~!

Homare: I see...

Hisoka: Thanks for waiting.

Kazunari: Ah, drinks are here!

Alright, cheers!

Homare: ...Cheers.

Itaru: Haa... I'm tired. Remaining HP: 0.

???: --.

Itaru: ?

(I hear voices coming from the living room... why so lively at this hour.)

*Every instance of "bar" in this translation (including the backstage title) was originally "snack" (スナック), as in, short for "snack bar".

Part 2

[ssj2hindudude]

Potatoes including Kara Nikita and Sheela? What do they order at Starbucks? Pastry + Beverage.

The Potatoes Go to Starbucks

(Man, this was tough! Why is the menu so dang long?!? >_<)

Aru: C'mon, everybody! I'm treating!

Kara: What are we celebrating?

Aru: I aced my math final!

Mini: "Aced" implies 100% You got an A-

Aru: A solid A-!

Brynne: Whatever, can we just order already?

Aiden: Ok, let's make a list. I'll have a Peach Tranquility and a Cranberry Bliss.

Brynne: Are you ordering food or a spa day?

Rudy: They have spas here?!?

Mini: No, Rudy. Just food. What do you want?

Rudy: Ooh, well I'll have the majestic Emperor's Clouds and Mist...and a chocolate croissant.

Brynne: Private-school-preppy-says-what?

Rudy: What?

Brynne: Nothing XD

Aiden: Ok, Brynne. Since you wanna talk about other people's orders, you can go next.

Brynne: Ok, Ammamma, I'll take a Caramel Brulee Creme Frap, a double chocolate brownie, a marshmallow dream bar, and a Strawberry Creme Frap.

Aiden: Wow, going light today, huh?

Brynne: I'm ordering for Hira too, wisea**

Aiden: Whatever. Mini, you're up.

Mini: I'll just have a coffee.

Aru: As black and bitter as your soul?

Brynne: Got it. One cup of milk coming up.

Mini: Alright, fine, I'll get something more. Rudy, your chocolate croissant sounds good but for the drink, I'll take the Cinnamon Dolce Latte.

Aiden: Ok, Nikita, how about you?

Nikita: I'll take a Matcha Green Tea latte with almond milk, two pumps of vanilla, a dash of nutmeg...and a blueberry scone.

Aru: You're not gonna be a Karen if they get it wrong, are you?

Nikita: Hey, I like what I like.

Aiden: Ok, Sheela. You're next.

Sheela: I'll have a Jade Citrus Mint and three cake pops!

Brynne: Alright, girl! It's about time you started building an appetite!

Sheela: Actually the other two are for you and Nikita when you change your minds and ask for a bite.

Nikita: What?!?

Brynne: We would never-

Aiden: Yes, you would and I can vouch. Ok, it's been noted. Kara, what about you?

Kara: One Apple Crisp Creme Frap please! With a pumpkin cream cheese muffin? Is that ok?

Aiden: Ok, good choice! Last that leaves you, Shah.

Aru: One peppermint white hot chocolate!

Aiden: No snacks? I thought you'd get the brownie again.

Aru: Nope. I'll just take a sample from each of yours.

*Other Potatoes Groan*

Aru: What? I'm paying for it! I can tax you guys if I want to!

Aiden: Why are you like this, Shah?

Aru: Because you love it, Acharya. Now let's go. I'm starved.

[kerra-and-company]

💖🍊⭐🍐💙🔮🎀 from the jumbo asks for Cal (@likemesomesalads)

Oh HELL yes, that's so many asks for them and I am absolutely down!! Tyty :D GW1 kiddo hours! Also, for everyone who doesn't know who the heck this is, have the picrew I made of Cal:

Answers under a cut because they all got Long!

💖 Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way?

Yes, definitely! The (romantic) love of Cal's life is Daisy Llew, and I'll give you the picrew I made of her too 'cause why not:

Daisy's from Ascalon, and Cal meets her there about a year and a half or so before the Searing (and therefore a year or so before the start of the GW1 in-game storyline). Since you can dual-class in GW1, Daisy's specifically a necromancer/monk, and she chose that combo to spite people who insisted that you were only supposed to deal in life OR death magic. (And in part to spite her tutor at the time, Verata.) She's skilled enough in magic that she serves as an informal sort of protector for her village, which is a bit to the east of Rin. She shares a house with her mother, Grace, who she loves a whole lot; her father's been dead since she was five, but he was horrible, so she's not sad about it. (And there's more about her character I could definitely share, but since that's not the point of this post, I'll stop here for now xD)

The entire reason Cal's even in Ascalon at that point is because they were traveling--they really wanted to see the world, so they sailed to Lion's Arch, traveled through a great deal of Kryta and over the mountains, and ended up in Ascalon. They didn't plan on staying long, but they managed to make some friends (including Rurik), and then they met and started falling for Daisy, and...yeah, their plans of moving on quickly got fully halted for a While.

Cal did indeed express their feelings! :) They and Daisy were officially dating for about six-ish months before the Searing, and they stayed together until their deaths many years later. They had two children, and one of their descendants (Maya) participates in some of the major events in my GW2 story.

🍊 What is your OC’s favorite meal? Snack? Dessert? Drink? Any reasons behind this besides liking how it tastes?

Meal (though it could kinda be a snack too): drake kabobs, both for the taste and because they remind Cal of Kamadan; snack: fried banana chips, because that's something their dad made for them growing up; dessert: pumpkin bread, thanks to Daisy's mom; and, drink: spiced apple cider, literally just because they like it.

⭐ What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why?

Ooh, interesting. I can't think of any specific phobias that Cal has, but the biggest fear they have comes later down the line. Once they're settled, sometime after the events of Eye of the North, in Istan with Daisy (and, later, their kids), they are terrified of a threat coming to uproot that. They've seen enough of that in their life, both in other places and in Istan--the Searing, the White Mantle, Khilbron, Shiro, Nightfall/Abbadon, Primordus on some levels, the Ministry of Purity (though they're less directly involved in that situation)--and, at this point, they're done moving around. They've seen enough of the world. They want it to be safe enough that their children can grow up in peace. They have to work through a lot of emotions around this over the years, especially when the kids are very little, but they manage to work through it. And then, about 10-ish years later, Joko starts raiding the Vabbian border, and there's a new (old?) threat coming back to haunt them again, and their kids might not be safe--it's a Lot. It's a lot.

Cal was definitely scared plenty of times during the main GW1 story, but they're good at compartmentalizing, so it mainly comes up after the fact. They'll hold onto someone (Daisy, one of their friends, etc.) to make sure they're still there; they'll take deep breaths and try to calm down; they'll craft new arrows or work on improvements to their staff (they're pretty decent at making magical weapons and made their staff themself!). They use those same kind of coping skills again after the main storyline when they're dealing with the fear of their home being destroyed, but the symptoms of this fear also are slightly more severe. They struggle with panic attacks for a while, and they have trouble sleeping--not nightmares, they just can't get to sleep very easily and don't sleep well when they do.

🍐 What is your OC’s mentality? Are they overall positive? Negative? A bit of both? Describe their thought patterns and reasoning behind their choice making!

A bit of both, I think--Cal's more realistic than anything, but they lean more positive as a child than they do as an adult, and even just as a younger adult than they do later on. They're extremely excited to see the world when they leave Istan at ~22, and they legitimately think it will, overall, go well. Sure, it'll be different than home, but that's the point! And if it's dangerous, they know how to fight.

After the Searing, they become a lot more cautious, and even if they don't expect the negative outcomes, they plan for them. Cal becomes the monarch of contingency plans, and, as they begin to take on more and more of a leadership role, they are very careful not to send someone into a situation they won't be able to get out of. Losing Rurik in the mountains does not really help this overplanning situation, and there's a few weeks where they're kinda spiraling in this regard before they manage to stop, take a breath, and remind themself that they can't control everything or predict everything. And that's the mentality they stick with for years and years afterwards--they'll have backup plans, but even those might not catch all the possible situations, and that's life. They can improvise if they have to.

💙 What did your OC want to be when they grew up and why? Did they have any lifelong dreams or ambitions they never got to work on or are they currently working to achieve this dream? Has their life taken a very unexpected turn and put all these plans on hold for a while or have they given up on any dreams?

Cal really wasn't sure. They thought maybe something to do with trading, like their mother, or helping the Zaishen take care of their animals, or maybe they'd just be a traveler and a kinda jack-of-all-trades. They didn't have anything set in their mind other than they wanted to see the world, do some good maybe (though they hadn't planned on it being on such a grand scale, and they hadn't planned to be a leader), and come back home--and I guess they did do that, so...dreams accomplished, I guess alsdjfasdf? They accomplished their main goal And Then Some.

Fun fact, they trained a little with the Sunspear recruits when they were a teenager. They were an accomplished fighter, but they refused to officially join--they weren't sure that that was what they wanted, and they wanted to travel so badly too; they didn't want to feel trapped in Istan or Elona as a whole. They didn't know Kormir well during this time period, but they did know her, and they told her their reasons for not wanting to join. She heard them and told them to let her know if they did ever come back to Elona, and if they changed their mind. Funnily enough, though, when they did meet again, Kormir was the one who came to Cal in Lion's Arch to request their assistance with the beginnings of Nightfall, rather than them going to her. (Also worth noting--during and after Nightfall, when they actually are working with the Sunspears, they always consider any Sunspear title they earn/hold to be honorary at best.)

🔮 Star gazing or cloud watching? Hand-holding or snuggles? Early mornings or late nights?

Star gazing, snuggles, late nights :)

🎀 Do they wear a specific accessory with a special meaning behind it? What is their usual fashion sense like? What do they wear when they want to be comfortable and what do they wear when they’re going to a fancy party? Or do they just not care?

For the first question--not really, honestly! The closest they get to that is the fact that they basically do the one-earring thing, but that's more because they like the style than because the actual earrings themselves mean anything specific to them. Their weapons do have special meaning to them, but they're not quite going to be wearing those.

Their usual fashion sense is mostly practical, but it's also going to incorporate some kind of personal flair, whether that's sewn-on patches or symbols or just using styles they enjoy from home, and it's probably going to involve burnt/sunset orange in some way, since that's their favorite color :)

When they want to be comfy? Depends if they're going out and about or not--if they are, what I said in the bit above this one, and if they're not, probably comfy pajamas, haha. When it's a fancy party, you're going to see them with a touch more jewelry, clothes that definitely look ironed, maybe a suit of some kind if they think it's appropriate, but nothing past that. And it's still going to be comfortable. They are never touching high heels with a ten-foot pole.

[stellylee]

MERROCK TASK #5 GLORIOUS SUMMERTIME

What does your character think about summer? Are they a fan, or do they long for the colder, more temperate months? Stelly is not the biggest fan in the world of summer time. It isn’t as though they hate it, but they do prefer the cooler months, when black doesn’t stick to your skin quite as much. But the beach is nice!

Is there a certain food or cold treat that they reach for on a hot night when a regular dinner just won't work? Stelly would rather just snack on little things through the summer than eat a big dinner, anyway, but a good veggie and dip platter on the patio never hurt anyone.

What about a beverage they enjoy in the summer? ... especially if it was paired with an ice cold drink. Preferably alcoholic, but lemonade is always good in the summertime, too! Mint lemonade is even better, just to give it a little kick.

Describe your character's sense of style / fashion go-tos when it comes to the warm months. That’s where Stelly struggles, as they typically wear a lot of darker color clothing. But cut-off shorts and a black tank top normally gets the job done, as well as Keds or Vans or Converse to keep it a little more casual. And when in doubt, ponytail it out.

What about what they wear to the pool or the beach? The one exception that Stelly makes to layering and heavy clothing is the beach and the pool. Tiny string bikinis or cut-out one pieces, normally in black or bold colors, preferably a little on the sexy side. If you’ve got it, flaunt it.

Speaking of -- if they're at the beach, what is their favorite thing to do? Have fun with their friends, making a lot of noise and just running around wild. Splashing in the waves is another favorite, especially with Bowie in the shallow end (never in the deep stuff!), and just running up and down along the shoreline until he’s tired out.

If your character had to choose, would they rather spend time at the pool, or at the beach? Probably the pool if they wanted to get wet and soak up some sun, but when it comes to the scenery and hanging out with people, then the beach. Nothing beats a bonfire on the beach.

When they're at the pool, are they a lounge around, soaking up the sun type, or in the water, causing chaos type? Causing chaos, for sure. It’s a lot more fun to... well, have fun at the pool.

Outside of pool and beach fun, what is your character's favorite summer hobby or pastime that they can't wait to do? For the most part, Stelly thinks it’s too hot and miserable to be outside doing a lot in the warm months, but they don’t mind getting out to take pictures. Hitting up the state park and finding things that they have never seen before to take pictures of us a great way to pass time.

Are they big on vacations, or are they more of a staycation kind of person? More of a staycation kind of person, Stelly would rather save the money for something else, or only take a big trip when someone like the Benefactor is putting it together and they don’t have to pay out of pocket for the experience.

When it comes to outdoor space, gardening, etc., what does your character do? Do they mow their lawn, do they have a garden, is their home full of plants? Living downtown in a shared home with their best friend, they don’t have a ton of yard space. What they do have is easy to push mow, and Stelly normally will do it themselves or hire one of the neighbor kids to go over it. As for plants... they do really love those and have a lot in their bedroom and the patio upstairs, which are their little pride and joys.

What is their favorite spot to spend time in Merrock that doesn't include the public pool and the swim beach? Probably the state park, as mentioned before. Ooh, or the ice cream shop! The Creamery girls normally know their order when they come in.

If they had to pick one thing to say that they disliked about summer... what would it be and why? The heat and the fact that it’s so hard to walk Bowie without burning his little dog feets.

What is your character's favorite summertime memory? Whether it be from their childhood or their big kid years? Well... skinny dippy with Mandy this summer is kind of one that’s going to stick in their mind for a very long time, no doubt about it.

And lastly... what is one thing that they really hope to do this summer? Maybe more of the aforementioned stuff? Also camping on the beach, Stelly thinks that would be a really good way to spend a summer night.

[assortedflavours]

Jenna will be reading from Queen Victoria’s diaries on June 9th if anyone in or around London can make it. Tickets are £20, but also include entry to Kensington Palace, which I recommend visiting at least once.

Interestingly, this has now been updated to say that other cast members will be there (though no mention of who) and confirms Albert’s letters will be read. Hoping for Tom!

[woahajimes]

So i have come to the conclusion that Superheroes get tired, and superheroes get hungry, and I’m pretty sure they sometimes can’t fit a few bucks in their suits but they’re still hungry and tired so i came up with this headcanon that there’s a little confectioner’s store (convenience store?) that wasn’t doing all that great and business was low and they were thinking of having to close until one day. Until fucking BATMAN shows up with another at LEAST two dozen superheroes and they just...start browsing... and batman says “get what you’d like.”

and the shop owner is like wow are they not gonna fucking pay and then speedsters are putting in stuff on the counter and supers are flying to the top shelves and they’re ooh-ing and ahh-ing and the store owner just hears dialogue from here and there that sounds something like “Ooh what flavour is that?” “I think it’s blue” *smack* “No DUH” or “I kinda want these chips but i also want these” “Just get them both, Batman’s paying!” and then after like a solid twenty minutes they all run out in a single line and they’re all waiting outside and there’s like three bags’ worth of stuff and the store owner is trying frantically to check them all out and fucking Batman is just standing there patiently, and there’s a bunch of faces peering on the window, and that was that.

That was the moment that Batman and his bunch’a buddies saved a small business.

And they didn’t dare STOP. Thing was/is, it became a THING. Superheroes that happened to be in Gotham would just,,,, go grab a snack over there. And people were terrified, because it surely wasn’t only superheroes, but villains as well. We’re talking about a 3am sneak in of the riddler’s and a thumbs up to the owner, who just stared at them silently while the riddler grabs  like a polar pop.

Oh, and it’s a very RESPECTED (and feared) little store. Because nobody even dares to even TRY and steal something. Not even the riddler. Nope. Nobody.  Not even the bravest bravado of all Gotham. And it’s funny because nobody even GOES there. Just superheroes and villains. There might as well be a poster that says ‘no civilians allowed’ in big block letters because there has literally never been anyone besides the owner and their family that has even stepped FOOT in that store.

Not that it’s any bad for business. Batman tends to be over-generous sometimes, and some costumers even have an ACCOUNT. How that works it that they’ll just... pay in advance. One day, Nightwing came in around with a ziploc bag with $30, and asked if he could pay in advance of the visits he’d make until it ran out, and then so on and so forth until there were like at least 10 accounts with 100 dollars each.

And sometimes the batfamily (who are literally regulars) will come in (in like packs of at least 4) and sometimes they’re beat up, sometimes they’re just skipping inside, sometimes they’re being carried over somebody’s shoulder. And most interactions include:

Batman: what do you want?

Red robin: *reaches for monster drink*

Batman: *slaps his hand away*

Red Robin: *settles for gatorade*

*red hood opening a fridge and ‘cooling down’*

impulse: but i got that flavor last time!

superboy: but they don’t have ANY OTHERS

Spoiler: -and then i was like ‘yo wtf’ and she was like ‘i dunno bro looks like you could use some waffles’ and what’s THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN right? I mean is she flirting with me or something because damn i like her but at the same time i don’t but like-

store owner: 

red hood, at the door: you said you were getting CRACKERS, SPOILER. 

*random run-ins of superheroes waiting for the bathroom.*

[fific7]

Evil Twins - Part 2

Billy Russo & Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Summary: When two worlds which have already collided then collide with yours - that’s an explosive situation.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with quite a lot of lemon zest 🍋 My Fantasy Punisher/Shadow and Bone crossover AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

The mutual staring contest went on between the three of you for some moments longer.

Then the one in the suit (character name - Billy Russo) cleared his throat and said, “Uh… hi.” He held his hands up, palms out, as if trying to calm you down although you hadn’t even uttered a sound.

“Don’t start screaming or nothin’, we’re not gonna hurt you.” “Speak for yourself,” muttered the other one, eyes still drinking in every inch of you. Billy shot him a dirty look, before turning back to you, “Now, sweetheart, I guess you’re wonderin’ why we’re here.”

Nodding, you felt as if you’d temporarily lost the ability to speak.

And you still weren’t quite sure if you were stoned or not.

“You are not the only one, moi krasivyy,” said the guy in black (character name - The Darkling or General Kirigan) managing to look you in the eyes for once, “we are wondering that too!”

“Ha! That’s rich, comin’ from you. This is all your mother’s fault!” snapped Billy. “OUR mother!” yelled the General. The two of them squared up to each other, glaring into each other’s identical eyes.

Oh this is ridiculous, you thought. You jumped up - praying your dizziness had gone - and clapped your hands loudly once. Their heads turned towards you immediately.

“Okay, that’s enough. Sit down please.”

To your surprise, they did as you asked. Side by side on your other sofa, looking up at you - they really were identical, hairstyles differing a little but apart from that - two peas in a pod.

“Here’s what I do know, although it isn’t much. I was watching two TV series tonight, and you are in one of them and you’re in the other,” you pointed at each of them in turn, “..you are Billy Russo and you are The Darkling. Well, that was in the book, you’re called General Kirigan in the TV series. And now you’re both here. In my flat.” You’d noticed Billy eye-rolling as you were speaking, and now he snorted, turning to the General, “The Darkling? What kind of fucking stupid-ass name is that?!”

The General jumped up off the sofa and so did Billy, and they were back to staring each other out, nose to nose.

You sighed, and folded your arms across your chest. That’s when you remembered you really were too scantily clad to be standing in front of two strangers like this, so without a word you stalked off into your bedroom to get your dressing gown. Putting one arm into a sleeve and pulling it round your shoulders to pull the other sleeve on, you turned to leave and found the two of them standing in the doorway, watching while you were putting on your robe.

“Out!” you shooed them in front of you, and they reluctantly walked back down the short hallway and into your living room. You waved them back onto the sofa, tying your robe, and they both sat down again.

“Now, where were we? Oh yes. How on earth did two TV characters end up in my flat? And why do you look like each other - I thought the two characters were played by the same actor. But there are two of you!”

They exchanged a glance, and Billy replied, “We’ve only just discovered that we’re twins. And I’ll tell you what we know but it won’t make sense. It doesn’t even make sense to us.”

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About an hour later, the two of them were just staring at you again and you were staring back. You’d introduced yourself by now, filled them in on exactly where they’d arrived at, and made tea. They’d sat there on your sofa sipping from their cups, telling you their frankly unbelievable stories.

You’d listened patiently as they explained why they’d ended up in your living room, and when Billy had mentioned the part about his apartment being sealed so they couldn’t get out, you’d raced over to your front door. Heart sinking, you pulled uselessly at the door handle. It wouldn’t budge.

Sitting back down and giving a huge sigh, you sank back into the cushions and managed to calmly say, “You realise I still can’t get my head round this? You. Two. Are. Fictional. Characters! Do you understand? You’re not supposed to be real! But now it seems you are, and you’re sitting on my sofa!”

That’s when the staring had recommenced. Then Billy had simply said, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

You burst out laughing, and Billy grinned at you. The General looked annoyed and you heard him mutter, “He’s not that amusing.” Turning towards him, you said, “Now now, General, is that some sibling rivalry right there?” His dark eyes met yours, “Call me Aleksander. And no - we’ve not been ‘siblings’ long enough to feel any rivalry.” “Are you sure about that, Aleksander?” you asked.

Billy smirked at him, and Aleksander literally snarled, “He’s nothing compared to me!”

You sighed. You could guess what was going to happen next. Yes, there they go…..

They’d both leapt up and were doing their facing off thing, snarking and bitching at each other.

You did your hand-clapping thing and like good puppies they stopped and sat down, both still huffing though. “Billy,” you said, and he looked over at you, “Did you ask Baghra which Small Science you specialised in? Aleksander is a Shadow Summoner.” “The Shadow Summoner,” you heard Aleksander mutter, but you ignored him and carried on. “What is yours? You must be Grisha too, right?”

“Not necessarily!” Aleksander butted in, sulky look on his face, “he could be Otkazat'sya,” he looked over at you, “…that’s people without Grisha capabilities.” Billy glowered at him. “Was your father Grisha too?” you asked Aleksander. His face became stern and closed off, “Yes. A Heartrender. I don’t know anything else about him.”

Oh, you thought, think I touched a nerve there. “You said Baghra is a Shadow Summoner too, right? So is it not more likely that Billy would also have Grisha powers?” He sighed, admitting, “Yes, he probably does.” “I didn’t get a chance to ask,” said Billy, with a triumphant smirk aimed at Aleksander appearing on his face. You got the distinct feeling that he’d really wanted to stick his tongue out at his twin, but somehow he’d managed not to. Aleksander was glaring back at him, looking like he wanted to strangle Billy.

How long were these two going to be here? you silently thought. It was like you’d suddenly adopted two sulky teenage boys. Or two large toddlers. Either description would fit.

It was exhausting.

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Earlier on, when their hostess had left them alone while she made tea, Aleksander had leant into Billy’s face and stated, “She is going to be mine. Just to make things crystal clear.” Billy had shaken his head, laughing, “Oh you think? Nah. She’s definitely going to go for me, given the choice.” “Ha! She needs a real man, not some…” he looked Billy over, “…pathetic idiot who dresses in suits. And as I haven’t had sex in decades, it’s only fair that I get the woman.”

Billy had been laughing out loud at this and was just about to reply when she’d returned with three cups of tea and some biscuits on a plate. She’d given them a strange look as she’d placed these on the coffee table, but Billy had quietened down almost immediately and both of them now had innocent smiles on their faces.

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You were yawning by now, informing them that you were going to bed and that they’d need to sleep on the two small sofas.

They’d exchanged glances, and Aleksander had smirked, “That’s a very big bed you’ve got in your room.” You nodded, stating firmly, “Yes, a king-size bed. It’s got a lot of space… and it’s all for me. I’ll get some blankets and pillows for you two.”

Noting their disappointed looks, you walked through to your bedroom and pulled some blankets out of the ottoman chest at the foot of your bed. You were in a bit of a temper. If they thought for one second that just because you were all stuck in here for however long you were going to open your legs for them, they would soon find out in a very painful manner that sex wasn’t on the menu. You weren’t dumb, you’d seen how the two of them - Aleksander in particular - had been looking at you like you were a snack.

Just as you were rummaging right down to the bottom of the ottoman for the spare pillows, you were suddenly aware of a figure next to you. You grabbed the pillows and stood up, scowling at Aleksander who was once again devouring you with his eyes. “I don’t need any help, thank you,” you snapped at him. However he moved even closer to you, “I was thinking more along the lines of you helping me, moi krasivyy.” “Moi what? What’s that mean?” you asked, sidetracked by curiosity getting the better of you. He grinned at you, “Moi krasivyy. It means ‘my beautiful one’. Because you are. Very beautiful.”

You suddenly heard Billy’s voice, “He’s just trying to talk himself into your bed.”

Aleksander whipped round, scowling at Billy. “Shut up!” he yelled at him.

“Ooh, touchy!”

“I meant every word I said. She is very beautiful!”

“Yes, of course she is, just like you said! But she doesn’t need you to tell her that.”

“Why shouldn’t I tell her she’s beautiful?”

“Because you’ve got a hidden agenda!”

“And you don’t?!”

“We both want to fuck her and you know it! You’re just being more obvious about it!”

They both froze as soon as those words came out of Billy’s mouth and their heads swung towards you, two sets of worried eyes meeting yours. You had your arms crossed again, and boy were you pissed.

“Firstly, I’m right here, you know. Standing right here listening to you argue about who’s going to fuck me.” They both looked somewhat ashamed. “Well, let me tell you…. that will be neither of you! The arrogance of the two of you! Not only do you land in my flat totally uninvited but you act as if I’ve been provided as your personal fucktoy. Not gonna happen! Have we got that clear?”

They both nodded, and you heard mumbled ‘Sorry’s’ as you stomped out past them to the living room. Both followed behind you, now silent. Dumping the blankets and pillows onto one of the sofas, you huffed a ‘Goodnight’ to them and returned to your room, firmly closing the door. Pity it didn’t lock, you thought.

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Billy was squirming about under his blanket, his long legs hanging off the edge of the too-short sofa. Across from him on the other sofa, Aleksander was doing exactly the same.

“This is your fault,” grumbled Aleksander, “…if you hadn’t inserted yourself into the conversation, I could’ve been sharing that lovely bed with that lovely woman.” “Dream on, jerk,” laughed Billy, “you don’t stand a chance.” “Of course I stand a chance! More than you do…. jerk!” replied Aleksander, adding, “Whatever that means.” “A jerk perfectly describes you…. a very annoyin’ stupid prick!” “It describes you perfectly too!” Voices rising, both getting ready to jump up yet again and really get into it. Which was rapidly becoming a thing with the twins.

“It perfectly describes both of you!” came a shout from behind the closed bedroom door. “Now just shut up and go to sleep!”

They exchanged guilty looks and settled uncomfortably back down on their respective sofas.

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Emerging into the living room the next morning, you saw two dark heads peeking out from underneath their blankets and heard two sets of soft snores. Their feet were dangling off the ends of the sofas, and you momentarily felt sorry for them. Your furniture was not intended for six-foot males to sleep on.

Heading to your kitchen, you filled and switched on the kettle, then took a loaf of bread out of a cupboard and popped four slices into the toaster. Hmm… you didn’t have a huge amount of food in your fridge and cupboards. Before all… this had happened, you’d intended picking some more up today. How were you going to get more supplies? And what about your store! Everyone would wonder why it was closed. The store was only usually shut on Sundays, and today was Saturday.

This was a complete disaster. Sighing, you took out another two slices of bread to await toasting and as you closed up the wrapping, suddenly noticed that the loaf didn’t feel as if had got any smaller. You opened it up again and double-checked. You had previously only used a couple of slices, and no way was this loaf now 6 slices lighter, it was exactly the same as it had been. “Oh fuck off,” you muttered. What was this? Narnia? Alice in Fucking Wonderland? Oh well - maybe this meant you and your two ‘guests’ wouldn’t starve.

You jumped, startled, as you heard Billy’s voice behind you, “Somethin’ wrong, sweetheart?” He was leaning against the doorframe, wearing only a pair of tight black boxer briefs. Your jaw dropped as you took in this vision of masculine beauty. His smirk at you was totally self-satisfied, and you closed your mouth immediately. “Can’t you put some clothes on!” you snapped, and his grin got wider. “Only got my suit and it ain’t that comfortable for loungin’ around in.”

The toaster popped up at that point and you jumped again. “Am I makin’ you nervous, sweetheart?” he grinned. You turned away and took out the butter from the fridge. Placing the remaining two slices in the toaster, you began to spread the butter on the other 4 slices. “No, you are not,” you denied, looking defiantly at him, knowing it wasn’t true. The two of them were really hot guys, no denying that, but you absolutely couldn’t let them know that’s what you were thinking.

Aleksander now appeared behind him, likewise clad in just his underwear - black boxer shorts - and leant on the other side of the door, arms crossed on his chest. “You’re very kind, making tea for us,” he commented.

Oh good lord! your man-starved mind screeched, this is just too much first thing in the morning! Two male thirst traps, looking like they were currently shooting a Calvin Klein ad.

You hastily turned away and said, “Can one of you make yourself useful, please? Put three teabags into the teapot and fill it up with the hot water.” You hid a grin as they both tried to come into the kitchen at the same time and got jammed in the door. “Okay - Billy, you do it,” you said, “you’ve probably got more experience...” He chuckled, “Yes I have, angel. More than him, that’s for sure!” just as you added, “…of making tea.” Now it was Aleksander’s turn to laugh, “Yes… in tea-making only. Other people usually make my tea.”

“Now don’t you two start arguing again!”

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You brought the teapot, cups and plate of toast into the living room and put it down on the coffee table, noting that they’d folded up their blankets and piled them on top of their pillows on one of the sofas. Must be the military training, you thought. They were sitting on one of the sofas again, both still in their underwear. That was disturbing.

Now you were the one having to stop your eyes roaming over their bodies. Both of which happened to be lean, athletic and very nicely toned, commented your mind. Okay! Enough of that. Did you have any men’s clothes still lying around anywhere, you wondered? Quite possibly, and you decided you’d have a good look once you’d had your tea and toast.

Later on, you came out of your bedroom having found two pairs of grey tracksuit bottoms and a couple of black t-shirts, left behind by your previous boyfriend. You’d laundered them, intending to give them back to him but he’d moved out of the area so that never happened, and they’d lived in one of your drawers ever since. And just as well they had, you thought - I’ve got to get them into some clothes or else I won’t be responsible for my actions.

Handing them over, you remarked, “Hopefully these fit you.” Billy looked at them, nose wrinkling, “Whose are these?” “An ex of mine. Don’t worry! They’ve been washed.” They both stood up and pulled on the jogging bottoms, maybe a tiny bit short for them but not by too much. You smiled to yourself as you noticed one’s movements often mirrored the other’s. They really were twins in every way, although you were sure they’d argue with you on that point.

Both shook out the t-shirts and looked at the band logos on each. “Led Zeppelin?” queried Aleksander. “An old school rock band,” you replied. He looked none the wiser, shrugging but pulling the t-shirt on over his head nevertheless. “Queen!!?” howled Billy, “I’m not wearin’ that!” “Why not, Billy? I love Queen!” you said, offended. He glanced over at you, “Oh, do you? Well… alright then,” and on it went without further argument. The two of them stood there, looking each other over and arguing about which of them looked better in their new outfits.

This really is like getting the children ready for school, you smirked to yourself. Secretly you found it rather amusing that these two alpha males kept challenging each other. But it was just as well you were around to act as referee before they came to actual blows.

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After having put the TV on for the ‘kids’, you began to gather the tea cups, tea pot and plates back onto the tray, fervently hoping that your dishwasher was still working. You noticed that in the few short moments they’d been sitting on the sofas, Aleksander’s eyes were beginning to close. You called his name softly and when he opened his eyes again, told him he could go and take a nap in your bed if he liked. His eyes sparkling, he was off the sofa and sprinting through to your bedroom before you’d properly finished your sentence. The bedroom door slammed.

Billy huffed, “You know he was just doing that ‘dozing off because I’m so tired’ thing just so he could sleep in your bed?” You picked up the tray, “Really? Now, don’t be jealous Billy, you can join him if you like.” Predictably, as you turned to head to the kitchen, you heard, “I’m not sharing a bed with him!”

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Billy followed on your heels into the kitchen, and you jumped as you put down the tray and realised he was so close behind you.

“Sorry,” he shrugged, “I just wanted to say - while my delightful twin is out of the way for once - that I’m really truly sorry about what I said last night. About… you know, you and me and him, and.. uhh.. well, you know.” “Yes, Billy, I do know. Apology accepted.” You took the lid off the teapot and turned back to the sink.

He continued, “I really do wanna fuck you but I shoulda told you that in private.”

The teapot lid clattered into the sink, “Billy! Do you have to be so… so direct!” you yelled, while he just stood there, looking down at you with those liquid dark chocolate eyes, trademark smirk on his face.

“We keep movin’ universes, sweetheart! -so carpe diem, as they say.”

He moved his body forwards, pushing you against the sink and a big hand was pulling your head towards his. You were still both maintaining eye contact up to this point; long fingers slid along your jawline and you felt his lips on yours in what quickly became a heated kiss. You saw his eyes close, and allowed yours to slowly close too.

This is such a bad idea!!!

….screeched that nagging little voice at the back of your mind.

But oh my lord, did it feel so very, very good…..

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@aleksanderwh0r3 @cleverzonkwombatsludge @s1xthirty @tartiflvtte @slythvoid @edithsvoice @paracosmenthusiast

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[todoscript]

Love Capsule

anonymous requested: Can I request a Bakugou scenario where the reader and the Bakusquad drag him out on a shopping trip and they see a whole section of vending machines and decide to check them out to see what cute, tasty or weird things they can find and the reader and Bakugou either get lost/ditched or squeezed together in a tight row but they have a good time and maybe the reader got a rare all might mysery figure and Bakugou wants it, so they they he can have it in exchange for a date?

genre: fluff pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader word count: 4.8k+ warnings: bakusquad shenanigans. bakugou cursing. pining.

author’s note: My Bakugou angst fic isn’t done yet but I wrote this request on the side. I wanted to have something to publish after not posting any written work for awhile so I did my best to get this out asap. sorry if it seems rushed! (also reposting this because the post stopped showing up in the tags).

There are only a fair bit of things Bakugou loathes more than wasting his valuable time. And that includes wasting that time by getting dragged into public places he has no desire to be, alongside the four most senseless nitwits the boy has ever had the displeasure of befriending.

It feels less like a friend group to him and more of a gathering of idiots as he watches four out of the six huddle around the aisle of vending machines across the mall. Where’s the other one, you might ask? You’re standing right next to him, sipping a bottle of sweet lemon tea dispensed to you from those vending machines.

“Ooh, look at this one!” The other girl in his squad, styling unruly pink hair, pokes a finger toward a blue machine in particular. What she finds interesting about it is that it’s absent of all buttons except a single one above the coin slot.

“Says here that you only have to pay a hundred yen for a mystery item,” Sero reads the instructions printed boldly across the surface, his grin showing his pearly whites. “Can range from food to even toys and cheap plastic jewelry.”

Popping up behind his taller friend, Kaminari squints incredulously at the sign before his eyes brighten like he’s concocted a conspiracy. “No, dude, I’ve heard of these kinds of vending machines before! They want you to think it’s some ordinary convenience vending machine, but these things actually have some super-secret big prize hidden inside!”

“Uh, no, that’s how you get your money robbed from you, Kaminari,” Kirishima tells the blonde, and yet his warnings end up floating from one ear and flying out the other. Kaminari fishes out a small stash of coins taut in between the lint balls of his pockets.

“Yeah yeah, just wait until you eat those words when I come home with a Playstation 5!”

“Why would there be a Playstation 5 of all things in there?” Ashido asks skeptically. She notes the small slot near the bottom, appearing sizable to dispense a large water bottle at most.

“Okay, maybe not an actual PS5, but probably the voucher you take to the game store to retrieve one, of course!” He waves the doubt away as he kneels and begins his succession of slotting coins in the machine until agitation eventually ebbs his features. About five hundred yen down the drain and all he’s amounted with in exchange are two Gudetama keychains, two packets of off-brand oreo cookies, and one can of that cheap instant black coffee he dislikes. Though if it’s one thing, he and the drink have in common it’s that they’re both positively bitter.

Kirishima, Sero, and Ashido all snicker wryly behind him while he deadpans at the snotty series of prizes with the skin between his eyebrows crinkled in defeat. Ashido takes this as the time to move along the row, dragging her sullen blond friend by the elbow. “Moving on! I want to get to the one with the Yakult drinks already!” She points onward and leads her compadres down the treasure trove of intriguing automated food vendors. Two of the boys press forward enthusiastically. Kaminari has to be lugged out of his brooding in order to play along.

“God, please just take me out already,” Bakugou mutters while leering his signature miffed face behind them. According to the giggle he registers chiming to his left, it seems you heard his complaints.

“Hm, not having a good time, I’m guessing?” you ask. The metallic edge of your lemon tea creases into the cushion that is your plush bottom lip. Bakugou finds himself staring there longer than he should and immediately tears his eyes away before he’s caught.

Your playful tone throws him off a beat later than he should’ve taken to reply. “Of course. I didn’t even want to be here to begin with,” he sneers with a brisk click of his tongue, crossing his arms. In a sense, he’s only telling half of the truth.

It’s true Bakugou did not desire to be here on his own accord. The squad dared to call him at the dead of midnight, when he was already tucked into bed by nine o’clock sharp and indulging in a needed rest, only to be ruefully awoken by his phone blaring across the expanse of his dorm room. The four should’ve suffered an earful from him as they tried to arrange a shopping trip of all things at that hour. However, his disinterest in the subject withered at the bait of your name casted into the conversation. Which to them was hook, line, and sinker. The cunning group of friends reeled him in at the idea that his crush would tag along. So, in the end, they got the rowdy blond to yield to the stupid shopping trip.

Though could it count as a shopping trip when four out of the six in their group were so transfixed by the weird vending machines in the place? The same four that organized said gathering to begin with? They’ve yet to cross into a single store here for crying out loud.

“If all you morons are gonna do is waste your damn money on these things, then this is a complete waste of time.” Bakugou doesn’t sugarcoat his irritation in the slightest. You still try to quell the bitterness in his tone with the saccharine that saturates your own.

“Aw c’mon, Bakugou, lighten up,” you tease playfully, pinching a small bit of the fabric on his arm to lightly urge him forward.

“You should at least try and join in on the fun with everyone—” At the turn of your head, your sentence cuts off, astonished to come across an empty space where your quartet of friends should be.

“And they’re already gone…” you say in disbelief. Your finger initially pointed in that direction falls limp. With their speedy curiosity plowing down the line of machines, the four have effectively ditched you two, leaving no trace of where they could’ve taken off for next.

The sigh from your lips lingers in amusement. “Well, guess it’s just you and me, Bakugou.”

When your eyes meet him again, you witness the scowl he glares at the abandoned space in front of the vending machine. The leer is menacing enough that if the contraption were an actual person, they might have rattled in fear, dropping down the snacks and drinks contained inside to sate his anger.

“Um, Bakugou?” you attempt to call out to him, but he’s too fixated by the peeved thoughts strewn in his head to hear you properly.

What the fuck are those dunces thinking? They planned this, didn’t they? God, I’m going to fucking kill them all! He babbles a seething torrent in his mind. Each one is more unrelenting and harsher than the last while a vein blisters prominently on his forehead.

What were the odds that going on a little shopping trip would end up with him left behind with his crush? Well, Bakugou thinks it’s absolutely none, and that this shit had to be preordained. If not, then it was just his bad fucking luck he supposes.

“—llo, earth to Bakugou Katsuki? Please send back a reply when you receive this message.”

At last, your voice surfaces, no longer drowned in Bakugou’s turbulent sea of thoughts as the hand you wave in front of him swims its way to his attention. “Huh?” He shakes his head twice to grip himself back to the matter at hand, observing in time the playful smile that curls mischievously on your lips.

“All back together I see. Good.” You start pulling on his arm and lead him in tandem with your steps. “Now let’s get going!”

Though he quirks up an eyebrow, Bakugou, weirdly enough, does not reject the way you drag him along without waiting for his response. In fact, with the other four gone, he finds it compelling that you’re taking the reins and asks mildly, “What? Are we gonna be doing some actual shopping now?”

His joke earns him your laughter resonating in melodic lilts to his ears before you leave his side to toss your empty bottle into the recycling bin. “Nope, we’re gonna be doing something even more fun, of course!” Then you resume dragging Bakugou down the walkways of the mall.

It’s not long until he questions the consecutive twists and turns he’s forced to take, having only been answered by your pursed grin multiple times.

“Hey, no more questions! Just trust me!” you quip at his refusal to be quiet and just obediently follow. The blonde can’t help it, of course, given the circumstances he’s wound himself in. Not many boys his age can control themselves if the person they like is pulling them along with as much enthusiasm as you are right now. But Bakugou is different from those other simpletons, crafting a mask to cover the elation hidden beneath with usual displeasure. Nothing but his uncharacteristic lack of annoyance and the ample glances in your direction could truly give himself away to his affections for you.

So with that, he places a generous amount of hope that you guide him somewhere more entertaining than that borefest he witnessed from the squad earlier.

But the moment you two reach your destination, he wonders if he may have accidentally misplaced that same hope down a rabbit hole instead.

“What the…” Bakugou’s words drift in the air at the quizzical sight before him. Mouth hanging open, he’s unable to conjure any sensible thoughts in time before you step in front of him.

“Tada! The Capsule Toy Gacha Room!” You spread your hands outward to present him an unhindered view of the room. It’s teeming with small capsule toy machines that line the walls, stacked on top of each other not to waste a single space inside. His red eyes squint at the assortment of bright colors painted on each machine that assaults his vision.

“Why the hell are there so many of these things?” Bakugou asks, jabbing a finger at the machines. You reply as you walk inside, “It’s the Gacha Room, Bakugou. Of course this place is gonna be filled with them.” You impart him an answer he is not at all satisfied with.

“I used to come here all the time when I was a kid! Glad it hasn’t really changed,” you say, noting the only real difference between then and now were the new toys and characters updated with the current trends. He begrudgingly trails behind you into the narrow corridors sandwiched with the machines on each side. The modest little tune you hum between your lips is a stark contrast to his disgruntled huffs accompanying his dragging feet.

Bakugou thinks being here is not any different from what the other four are frolicking about outside. This might be the worse alternative, considering you give money to a machine that grants you an item at complete random. You have no way of knowing what or who you’re going to get until the colorful sphere pops out at the bottom. And then, in an instance, your anticipation fades away when you open it and receive the character no one particularly cares about—the little charm inevitably gathering dust, forgotten in the drawers of your desk. Overall, these toy capsule machines were just gluttons devouring the money of parents whose kids always whine about never getting what they wanted.

Still, because it’s you, he stays and watches you indulge in your little nostalgia trip.

As your eyes glide down the row of toy dispensers, trying your best to decipher the items contained behind the blurry glass, you chime in, “Say, Bakugou, don’t you have any memories of gacha machines?”

Bakugou’s brows furrow in contemplation. He racks through the nooks and crannies between the crevices of his mind and recalls some standout memories. “I guess. Few of ’em were stuck in front of the arcade place near my neighborhood,” he answers, but those memories immediately begin to sour the more he looks into the details.

You don’t see how his face slowly contorts with annoyance while he plays back a scene in his head.

At the time, Bakugou had only sprouted to the young age of five years old. He’s huddled around his posse in front of the arcade he mentioned, slotting a coin inside the capsule machine that was stocked full of charms of Pro Heroes, which housed a very special limited edition prize of All Might to honor their collaboration with the famous Number One of Japan.

The boy was positively giddy at what was to come out, remaining hopeful thanks to the giant poster of All Might gazing down upon him with his triumphant grin. Yet even when his squeaky little voice hollered out a “Plus Ultra!” to reinforce his luck, he was given dirt in response.

But you know who did get that mystery All Might prize?

Deku. Fucking Deku.

Right after he had his spin of the machine, the green-haired boy stepped up, gave it a go, and got All Might on his first fucking try. To say five-year-old Bakugou was bitter would only be putting it mildly. The unbridled emotions bundled in his tiny body were just waiting to burst in an explosion.

But in the end, did he fight Midoriya for it? No, he did not. For if he did, his mother would have scolded the hell out of him, and his young self reflected in the moment that avoiding parental wrath outweighed the limited edition Mystery All Might figure charm, as sad as that sounded. So since then, he’s tried to repress that memory in the far corners of his mind.

But it seems God just desires to spite him.

“Hey, look!” You pull lightly on his shirt to capture his attention, eyes trained forward at whatever piqued your interest. Bakugou peeks over your head, and what he’s met with does not please him.

“They have a gacha machine featuring Pro Heroes here!” you shout cheerfully, walking toward it with the hem of Bakugou’s shirt in hand, who begrudgingly follows along despite a groan nearly leaving his mouth.

“Isn’t this cool?” you ask. You squat down to peer into the peculiar machine located at the very bottom of the stack. Bakugou clicks his tongue as part of his reply, hands buried in the pockets of his trousers.

“No.”

“Hey, one day they’ll be making toys and charms of you as well, Mister ‘I’m Gonna Be The Number One Hero,’” you say with a giggle, and your comment sparks a bit of pink to dust his cheeks while he looks down at you from his standing position.

He attempts to join you and your fixation on the Pro Hero capsule machine. However, when he starts bending his knees, he finds this to be a bit difficult. The more he squats down, the more Bakugou realizes they truly made this place for children and not bulky teenagers like him training in hero school. His knees and bottoms almost brush up against the plastic sheen of the machines on each opposing side.

Though he has to fidget into a particular position to get somewhat comfortable, he eventually gets there and kneels next to you.

“Why don’t we give a go at this thing?” you suggest, and he tilts his head, eyes narrowed.

“No way, these are a fucking waste of money,” he rejects.

“Hey it only costs two hundred yen!” you counter, “And plus, you might get a certain hero you want, like say... All Might?” You attempt to lure him in using his idol’s very name, but Bakugou doesn’t take the bait so easily and remains rigid in his stance.

Even if he did want to try for All Might, he’s sure his capsule is long gone by now anyway.

“Aw c’mon, Bakugou, pleaseee?” you draw out your pleas in a cute little tone that takes the blond by complete surprise. Unaware of how much power you have over him, the doe eyes and pout that paint your features make it difficult for him to maintain his hardened facade. Feeling his walls begin to melt away at the endearing sight, he ultimately grits his teeth, eyes shut as his hands rummage down into his pockets.

“Fine,” he mutters in defeat, and that smile appears on your lips once again as you lift your arms in triumph.

Pulling out two separate hundred yen coins, he promptly slides them both into the coin silt. When he hears them clank against the other change inside, he goes for the handle and gives it a quick turn. One of the capsule balls begins its journey down the machine and quickly arrives at the hatch that Bakugou lifts to retrieve his prize.

Snapping the capsule open, he’s met with Endeavor’s ugly mug, seeming even more unsightly from the low-quality production of the charm. The paint job is beyond sloppy, with the colors on the costume not depicted accurately and the figure’s pupils drawn to make him appear cross-eyed.

“Hm, you got the number one hero,” you tease, lightheartedly nudging your elbow at his sides because you know full well it isn’t the number one hero he wanted. Bakugou ignores your taunts and shoves the flame hero’s plastic face down the depths of his pockets, making sure to give it to Todoroki later just to annoy him.

“Yeah yeah, your turn, princess.” He scooches a bit to his right to let you have your go. You gladly follow, taking out the two hundred yen from your money pouch.

Bakugou remains disinterested throughout the entire process but is still attentive enough to observe how you hum those casual tunes of yours despite doing something so mundane. He also starts absorbing the cute shape of your nose and the outline of your lips from this angle. It isn’t long until he realizes how close you are in this position, to the point where he could practically smell your fragrant scent, and soon that pink hue diffuses on his face again.

Fuck, I need to stop that, he urges.

By the time he turns away, the capsule machine has begun its machinations once again.

The sizable sphere descending the hatch this time has striped patterns of red, yellow, and blue, colors that remind him all too much of a certain Pro Hero— Wait. What the fuck—

“This one looks a bit bigger than the others, don’t you think? Wonder what... Oh, hey, it’s All Might!” You go through the emotions—curiosity, anticipation, and then finally, glee.

Bakugou feels like he’s reliving those horrible memories once again as he beholds the shiny, miniature figure nestling in your palms before you lift it to grant a better view of its glory. It twists around from how you pinch it by the attached string while it’s hovering in the air. When the Pro Hero’s face turns in the blond’s direction, it’s like the inanimate object is somehow taunting him.

Compared to Endeavor’s shitty charm, All Might’s is a proper representation of who he is. The better quality plastic molded accurately into the man’s figure, the crevices between his muscles delved into displaying his well-defined physique. The colors on his costume are all correctly painted in his signature red, white, yellow, and blue. They even got the broad grin and shadowy features on his face to the tee.

Whichever company created this toy indeed did All Might justice because it looks exactly like the one Midoriya unsealed right in front of his envious five-year-old eyes.

Bakugou’s body shakes with suppressed anger. His hands clench and then unclench themselves while in conflict with his thoughts. Then, he suddenly moves toward you, darting for the charm that you narrowly pull out from his grapples in time.

“L-Lemme see!” he demands, shifting his hand around to grab hold of it for some reason. The act has you befuddled while you continue to move the toy away to evade capture.

“Huh? Why?”

“I need... to fucking make sure— OOF—”

His sputters are the last things that escape his lips before he staggers off balance due to all those hasty movements. It sends his body toppling over yours onto the floor, where your head would’ve thumped against the hard ground had the boy’s well-trained instincts not maneuvered a hand beneath it in time to cushion your fall.

Your descent to the floor is not at all graceful, wincing slightly at the impact. It’s when the pain ebbs away that you and Bakugou finally realize the very awkward position you’re suddenly both in.

Bakugou is hovering over you, body between your legs as one of his hands is cradling your head. The other is situated next to your face against the ground to keep himself upright, letting his eyes stare down at your stricken expression.

Unknowingly, you had settled your hand on Bakugou’s shoulder out of impulse during fall. The other one is still grasping the All Might figure, which is unharmed despite the abrupt movements.

Bakugou can feel your even breaths caress his lips from how close in proximity both of your faces are in this position. If any of you so much as move the wrong way, your lips would undoubtedly collide into each other. Though Bakugou doesn’t mind the notion, he isn’t going to instigate it if you aren’t willing. But the way your eyes line toward his lips, giving him a similar enamored look to the one he has right now, it seems both of you are on the same page.

Taking your mutual fixations as the sign to continue, Bakugou draws himself forward to close the distance while you rise to meet him in the middle.

And finally, he gets to kiss those lips of yours. The lips that adorn your cute face he always snuck glances at. The lips so unhinged in their playful teasing toward him. The lips he’s been so mesmerized and bewitched by throughout this chaotic excuse of a shopping trip.

And when they meet, they’re as full and soft as he imagined them to be, melding perfectly against his.

The hand he’s nestled under your head allows him to press you further into the liplock. You’re nearly enveloped in his wistful machinations, wanting to drown in the sea of his affections as your arms find their way around him.

You would’ve allowed yourself to do so, if not for the unfortunate security camera you catch in the corner of your eye from where you laid.

Your eyes widen, staggering out of their half-liddedness. You pat your hand in rapid succession against his shoulder, getting the blond to stir and separate from the kiss—an act he detests as he doesn’t want the embrace to end.

“What?” he gruffs. You point up at the ceiling, and he turns in that direction. When he detects the security camera about to automatically shift toward this particular side of the Capsule Toy Gacha Room, his face grows full of panic. He lifts himself off your body immediately.

With the two of you remembering where you are, you rose from the ground and cleaned yourselves up. You try to appear pristine as possible, without letting any suspicion about what has happened get tossed in your direction. Still, the red faces plastering both of your features are already a dead giveaway.

“I… Uh…” Bakugou’s still lost in the haze of the heated moment, unsure of what words he should utter. Much to his relief, his burden lifts when two notifications from your phones ring in sync together, diverting your attention.

When you open your phone and slide across the notice, a text message from the Bakusquad ascends onto the screen.

Mina: heyyyy just finished going through all these vending machines! you wont believe how much money we spent!!

The message follows a selfie of the four holding a myriad of drinks and snacks together in the picture. You can’t suppress your giggle at the endearing sight. Another chime sounds when a new text pops up at the bottom.

Eijirou: let’s all meet up again at that blue mystery vending machine!

“Well, you heard them,” you say while clicking off your phone, “we better get a move on.”

Bakugou relays your words back in a slow nod, following through with a rough “yeah” that cleaves his throat. The two of you walk alongside each other once again while you leave the Capsule Toy Gacha Room. Only your steps padding against the mall’s confounds accompany the quiet atmosphere established between you two—awkward and a bit unnerving.

It’s when you’ve both made it to the meet-up spot in front of the blue vending machine that you alleviate yourselves of the strained tension.

“Soooo… was there any reason you wanted to get your hand on this thing so badly?” you question, drawing out the All Might charm that led those heated events to transpire. It dangles between your fingertips and glances at Bakugou along every rotation. The blonde bounces his eyes between you, All Might, and the ground, unsure if he should admit that he was acting out of childish jealousy and bitterness.

“I… Urgh… Fuck…”

You raise an eyebrow when he fumbles with his words. He mutters blatant obscenities between every possible resolve that crosses his mind.

“Look, forget it. It’s not important,” Bakugou concludes, but you think differently, not satisfied with his answer.

“No. Tell me.”

With that weight in your tone, Bakugou realizes he can’t avoid the subject any longer. He releases a long sigh as he leads you through the infamous tale, observing how your expression grows from concerned to downright amused.

“Really? You’ve held a grudge for that long?” The laughter you initially attempt to suppress ends up bubbling from your throat. Hearing it spurs Bakugou to clutch his hands together into shaky fists.

“Look. If you know me, then you should remember I never want to lose to fucking Deku. The fact he got the All Might charm right after I got garbage fucking pissed me off!” he exclaims loud enough for his harsh words to reach a couple walking by. They spare worried glances at the blonde when they stroll past him.

“Hmm…” you muse in thought. Bakugou can tell by the glint rising in your eyes and your tone that you’re up to something again. “I can give you mine if you want. But only for a very small price.”

He quirks an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “And what would that fucking price be?”

The smirk prominent on your pretty lips widens while you teeter your weight to your tippy-toes in front of him.

“A date. Just a single date will suffice,” you tell him, and Bakugou’s caught off guard by how simple the offer is. His delayed response has you leaning forward, appraising him for an answer.

“Well..?” You wave the charm before his eyes by the thin string as if to hypnotize him. But in all honesty, Bakugou knows that sweet smile of yours and luster in your eyes is all you need to have him wrapped around your finger.

His playful smirk surfaces his lips. He provides his answer by snatching the figure right from your dainty fingertips.

“You got yourself a deal, princess.”

You happily clap your hands together. “It’s settled then! We’ll have a date here at the mall next week!”

“Hah?! Why the fucking mall again?!”

“Because we didn’t do much here anyway, so I say we should give it another shot together next week!”

“What? And go shopping? I don’t wanna be your bellboy the entire time—”

“Mom! Mom! Look at that boy’s All Might toy!”

You and Bakugou are both surprised by the new, high-pitched voice that enters in the middle of your riffraff. Your eyes trail along to sound and come face-to-face with a young boy staring at the toy in Bakugou’s hand.

“I want one too!”

Unable to control his gloating, Bakugou dangles the charm next to his face.

“Yeah well, too bad, kid. It’s mine so f—”

“Bakugou,” you warn. You halt the obscene words from entering the boy’s ears and avoid giving his mom a hard time.

“Argh… I mean... scram!”

You almost smack yourself. You can’t believe Bakugou has the guile to argue with a child at this age.

Though he forgoes the curses, that doesn’t make Bakugou’s words sound any less harsh. As a result, the kid pouts. He pouts hard. His eyes start to become glassy, lining the edge of his lashes with droplets. Recognizing her child on the verge of breaking out into tears, the mom acts quickly. She’s by his side, patting his back.

“Sweetie, why don’t you go to that blue vending machine over there and see if you can get a toy too,” she cheers him up instantly, dropping a hundred yen coin down her son’s small palm.

“Okay, mom!” he responds, gleeful again.

He dawdles over to the machine with purpose in his steps, inserting the coin, and pressing the lone button on the mystery vending machine.

You and Bakugou don’t perceive any noise emitting from the machine, and yet the little boy is putting his hands into the slot to pull something out.

“Mom, why did the machine give me a paper that says PS5?”

Both of you go rigid. Kaminari is not going to be happy hearing about this.

[alycosworld]

could you do a romantic x reader oneshot on Mick Rory 😍 From- DC's Legends of Tomorrow for Valentine's Day 💝 (Where rory falls in love with the newest member of the team (who's from "Lynchburg, Va") and wants to plan a special valentine's day surprise for her with help from Zari 02 and Astra. After meeting and befriending her new teammates (Sara, Nate, Zari 01/Zari 02, Behrad, Gary, Astra, Ava, Gideon, and John Constantine) the reader was unaware that rory has a romantic interest in her when he flirts with her a bit, during valentine's day since the reader and rory were the only ones on the waverider as they spent valentine's day together rory told the reader that he has genuine affections for her as they shared their first kiss together)

(The reader is from Lynchburg, va who's studying to be a fashion designer, she's a skilled martial artist, she's a vegetarian, she loves to read, loves animals, she secretly loves kickboxing, her favorite flowers are blue orchids, her favorite color is blue and her favorite snack are cinnabons. She doesn't drink: wine, beer, alcohol, or liquor of any kind)

Night on the Waverider

Mick Rory X Reader

A/N: okay so I love the detail in this request but u didn't know how to include all of it, so I did what I could, hope it's okay! (took me 15 minutes to find out what tf cinnabons were but they're just cinnamon rolls 💀💀)

not proofread since im under some time pressure, but please enjoy!

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Mick Rory was having some trouble.

In an absolutely uncharacteristic fashion, he was attempting to plan a Valentine's Day date, meticulously suited to your tastes. He was one of your closest friends, ever since you joined the team, and although he knew so much about you, planning a date for you seemed to be much more challenging than originally anticipated.

Enter Zari and Astra.

"Ooh, whatcha writing, Mick?" Zari asked as she walked into the parlour, seeing how Mick struggled to plan out his ideas on paper, continuously ripping his previous ideas into pieces.

"Nothing." He grunted, balling up the pieces of paper and letting them scatter on the table.

"No, no, no, it's not nothing...this is a plan! For...a date?!" Zari gasped dramatically as she pieced together some of the paper to form a few bullet points detailing parts of a date.

"No!"

"It totally is!" Zari grinned, before seeing Mick's slightly distressed look.

"Do you...want some help planning this date?" Zari asked.

"Help? From you?" Mick scoffed before turning to Zari and realising she was entirely serious.

"I mean..." Mick started, silently pleading for help.

"Great! Astra and I will help you with the perfect Valentine's Day date!" Zari announced as Astra's eyes widened.

"We?" Astra asked.

"The more the merrier!" Zari said enthusiastically. Astra sighed before nodding slightly.

"Fine."

"Fantastic! So, where to start...?" Zari pondered aloud.

"How about the person? I mean, who're you going on a date with?" Astra asked, making Mick tense up. He mumbled something quickly as Astra smirked slightly.

"What was that?" She asked.

"It's (Y/N)!" Mick said.

"You asked her to go out with you? And she said yes?!" Zari asked.

"I was surprised too." Mick raised his eyebrows.

"Finally!" Astra rolled her eyes.

"Finally?" Mick asked.

"You two are constantly pining after each other under the guise of friendship and, honestly? It's getting pathetic." Astra deadpanned.

"Which is why we're gonna make it less pathetic! Don't worry, Mick, Zari Tarazi and Astra Logue have got it." Zari winked, before getting to work on some elaborate plans.

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"Okay, so, Astra sorted out your outfit because you need to impress a fashion designer in-the-making." Zari explained.

"Techically, Gideon fabricated the clothing but I put it all together so...yeah, I'll take credit for it." Astra said, holding up a white shirt, black blazer and matching slacks with some black dress shoes and even a tie.

"A suit? Where are we even going?" Mick asked.

"Étoile. It's a five star restaurant and I know the owner personally. I managed to get you a reservation, no need to thank me." Zari grinned.

"Now, we just have to tell (Y/N) and tomorrow you two will be having the best night of your lives!"

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"So, you and Rory and going on a date?" John asked as you got ready the next evening.

"I know, I can't even believe he even asked me out." You smiled, smoothing down your outfit.

"Well, he's had his eye on your for a while, love. Besides, if you show up looking like that, he's only going to be more interested." John said, gesturing to your outfit.

"Zari and Astra said I had to dress fancy. Oh god, is it too much?" You asked nervously, smoothing out your blue (dress/suit/other fancy outfit).

"Not at all, love. Fits you very well." John complimented you.

"Well, I would expect it to. Made it myself. Years of studying fashion design, might as well put it to personal use." You smiled, grabbing your phone and standing up.

"You're not going out for Valentine's Day?" You asked, turning to John again.

"Oh, no. See, Zari and I decided we'd spend the night alone at my house. More fun that way." John winked.

"Eugh, I don't like those implications, you're old." You groaned jokingly.

"Oi! Who're you calling old, eh?"

"I'm kidding! Have fun with Zari-- but not too much fun." You grinned as John rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I should probably get going--"

"John!" Zari sohuted as he heels clacked down the hall.

"And that's my cue. Have fun, love." John smiled, walking out of your room with a friendly wave.

"You too, John." You smiled, before he disappeared and left for his house with Zari.

At that point, the entire Waverider was empty having their own Valentine's Day fun, save for you and Mick who were just about to leave for your date. You met up with him in the cargo bay and smiled at his outfit. He didn't look like himself...that's not to say that he looked bad, he just didn't look very comfortable.

"Mick. Hi." You smiled, offering him a small wave as he turned to face you.

"(Y/N). You look great." He said, smiling back slightly.

"Thank you, so do you." You said, before Mick nodded and handed you a bouquet of blue orchids and a book from your favourite author. You stared at the gifts in surprise before taking them and hugging them to your chest.

"Happy Valentine's Day." He said, and you beamed before hugging Mick.

"Thank you! I love them!" You said, squeezing him tightly and then pulling away to give him another bright smile.

"I'm glad you like them." He nodded, before gesturing to the exit of the Waverider.

"Do you, uh-- should we...go?" He asked nervously.

"Sure." You said, as Mick awkwardly offered you his arm and you took it, walking towards the exit. He pressed a few buttons, about to take another step forwards until he realised that the door hadn't opened. He tilted his head to eh side in confusion and tried again, but still, nothing.

"Gideon? Why can't we leave?" Mick asked.

"Apologies, Mr Rory, but the someone has manually placed the ship under lockdown. No one is permitted to exit or enter." Gideon explain. Mick turned to you and you just shrugged, before he hit his hand on the wall, not too hardly but still enough to display his frustration.

"Dammit!" He said, not raising his voice too much.

"Hey, Mick, it's okay." You said, rubbing a hand on his shoulder soothingly.

"No, it's not okay. We're going to miss our reservation." Mick said.

"Reservation?" You asked in surprise.

"Yeah. Zari helped me get a reservation for a fancy restaurant, but it doesn't look like we're gonna make it." Mick said, disappointment apparent in his tone.

"That's okay! Look, if you still wanna have dinner...we do live on a futuristic ship that can fabricate any kind of food we want. Some cool lighting, a bit of music...who needs a reservation, right?" You asked with a small grin. Mick narrowed his eyes at you before the pair of your rushed off to the kitchen.

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You and Mick spent the night letting loose in the kitchen, eating burgers (vegetarian for you), cinnabons and drinking beer and ice tea. You both got a little more comfortable instead of having a stuffy, overly complicated dinner. Mick loosened his tie and took off his blazer, rolling up his sleeves as you talked the night away about anything and everything. Sure, it wasn't the perfect date that Zari and Astra had planned but, for you and Mick, it was more than ideal. By the end of it, you had gotten much closer than you already were, even though that seemed near impossible.

"I had a great time tonight, Mick. Thanks for asking me out." You smiled. It had gotten quite late and the ship was still on lockdown so you decided to just sleep and hope that issue would be solved come morning. You and Mick stood just outside your room, talking for a bit to close the night.

"You're welcome. I enjoyed tonight too." Mick smiled.

"Y'know, I...I really didn't expect you to ask me out. I was stunned, actually. But, uh...things couldn't have turned out any better for us, I think." You chuckled lightly.

"I really do like you, Mick. I was afraid to admit it before but...I thought you should know." You smiled. Mick stood there, frozen for a moment at your confession. Sure, you both had an idea about how you felt for each other since you had just gone on a date but, hearing the words from your mouth felt more official and powerful than any interpreted sentiment.

You tilted your head to the side in perplexity, now confused and. little worried at Mick's prolonged silence.

"Mick? Are you okay, I--" He cut you off by gently leaning in and pressing his lips against yours, allowing his hands to settle on your hips and waist while yours rested along his shoulders, fingers interlocking behind his neck. When you finally pulled away, breathing slightly more heavily for air, you smiled ta him and he involuntarily smiled back.

"We should do this again sometime. Goodnight, Mick." You said, letting your hands fall to your sides again before your pressed a short and sweet kiss to his cheek.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." Mick replied. And all too soon, he was walking down the hall to his quarters while you stepped backwards into your room, only to stop when Mick spoke again.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

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[OM!] College!AU Zoom University Headcanons

For the 7 Demon Brothers + Solomon

Scenario: Headcanons about how you interact with the demon brothers online during online lectures via Zoom (an online video platform that universities have been using to teach classes) and their habits using it

Notes: gn!MC, Considering most universities (including mine) are all online AGAIN fall quarter and we’re going to be using Zoom forever……. i kinda wish i DID have online classes with the demon boys (and Solomon) 

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Lucifer

Video off, mic off, no profile pic just the typical first and last name, so you don’t really talk to him but you do see his name pop up in the Zoom chat to ask clarification questions

Accidentally has his mic on sometimes

First time you interact with him is when you private message him “hey, I think your mic is still on” because everyone can hear his brothers arguing in the background

The mic is soon turned off and you get a response back “thanks. Sorry you had to hear all of that”

“Yeah no prob. How many brothers do you have anyways?”

“Too many.” 

Thus starts your relationship with him as zoom buddies, asking each other privately what the professor just said and some clarification questions

If you’re shy about asking stuff, he has no problems asking for you; never makes you feel dumb about your questions

first time you hear his voice during midterm season when the professor doesn’t see your messages (“you’d expect them to know how this all works by now” he messages you dryly) and he asks his question out loud before the professor can move on

(lowkey think he’s hot just from his voice) 

Then highkey finds out he’s hot when his video is accidentally on for a few seconds when he’s distracted with Asmo or Mammon in the background 

Bonus points if you tease him about it 

Shows up at office hours when the TA is late and you just talk to him, exchange emails and numbers ;) y’know for homework help

If you’re going to do group projects, he seeks you out first-- god forbid he’s stuck with someone who doesn’t do the work ONLINE

Mammon

Mic is ALWAYS accidentally on until the professor mutes him or tells him to mute himself 

“Oh, sorry prof!!! My b!!”

Private messages you on purpose to ask a clarification question because he doesn’t want to seem dumb asking it to everyone or to the professor

You wonder why he chose you but then you realize it’s because you had asked a question yourself earlier in the lecture or answered a question 

It becomes a recurring thing-- like EVERY lecture

If you’re not annoyed at him, then you might suggest that the two of you share a document for notes or tease him about just having you teach the lecture if he’s confused

“Actually, that sounds great!” he types to you before you could say jk “that’d help me a lot, thanks!!”

Smh why did you sign up for more work for yourself but oh well, he seems like a nice guy

Is also a very attractive guy, you realize, when you schedule a zoom meeting with him and actually see his face

Realizes why he keeps asking questions is because he plays card games on a split screen instead of paying attention to lecture (same tho)

Invites you to join him by private messaging you a link to join (and you do eventually when lectures gets boring)

Sometimes sends the invite link to the whole class by accident 

He admits he wouldn’t even attend lecture and would just watch the recording but you’re always there so he goes 

Which means you suppose you should keep going to lecture if anything to have him go as well 

Leviathan

Already the master of online classes tbh and has no problem with the format

Finds it kind of annoying when there’s technical difficulties, but he just quickly switches to a tab to watch anime 

Probably is just watching anime on another tab if the lecture gets boring or slow anyways

He’s always the first one to answer forum/discussion posts because he’s just very tech-savvy and good at replying to people

First interaction is probably him answering one of your questions on the discussion question and from then on after you start messaging him privately during lecture when you have a question you think he can help with

A little hesitant on helping you, but you’re also just really nice to him so he’s okay with helping you, I guess 

Give him your email? Why? So he can send you the book pdfs and previous practice tests of course, why else?? 

O-Oh, you want to add him on social media? Just to ask for homework questions right? Okay, yeah, sure! o////o 

If video is on, you see the reflection of anime in one of his mirrors and casually ask him which episode he’s on

Has never been so shook or attentive in his LIFE 

Satan

He is a godsend during every breakout room because he ACTUALLY TALKS instead of leaving you in a quiet room alone with three other strangers

You think you’re lowkey in love with him when he has no problems volunteering to present to the professor and putting his thoughts into words so eloquently

He also appreciate you talking during discussion too, and enjoys the conversations the two of you have while you’re not even sure the other blank profile pics are even there anymore 

He’s the one to suggest making a shared doc to share notes and study together-- the man is productive and efficient about this, what can I say?

Manages to convince you to go to office hours with him and meet up for studying hours and ooooh he’s hot 

He’s actually a very good study buddy, especially when he’s teaching you something you’re confused about, but also just good to study together with (when you’re not too busy staring at him) 

The only reason why you’re focused during class because he’d look disappointed at you if you weren’t-- that’s on you for caring about what he thinks, but he’s just so PUT TOGETHER how do you NOT look up to him?

Finds out that he’s actually just a mess like everyone else when his brothers come in during one of your study session and he says “excuse me,” mutes the mic and goes off screen; you can see some shadows in the back as satan shoves his brothers out of the room and manhandles them till they leave

Is kind of embarrassed he forgot to turn of video too but you just think it’s funny because you relate to the lack of privacy of online classes (and perhaps annoying siblings)

Asmodeus

How the hell does he look awake and lively at a 9am lecture class????

Is that make up??? Is he… wearing PANTS??? (you don’t remember the last time you put on actual pants)

The most functional-looking person in the entire zoom lecture, asides from the professor 

Has video on all the time-- because honestly why wouldn’t he? He actually looks good

Definitely not paying attention most of the time, and you see it on his face 

Messages you first when you actually wear something nice for once because you’re going to go to the supermarket afterwards

��Ooh, where’d you get that accessory??”

The two of you end up not paying attention AT ALL and instead just gush about each other’s outfits

Definitely is not afraid to ask for your social media so you can follow each other and ask for homework help I guess but MAINLY to talk to each other because online classes can get sooooo tedious 

Really really wants to be able to meet you in person someday when it’s safe (“we’d look so cute together!!!”) but settles for facetime or zoom meet-ups 

Really does not hesitate to make friends and make the best out of social situations despite remote format bless him 

The only time he doesn’t turn on video is after a night of drinking with his brothers (“it was mammon’s birthday” he types into the chat with you, “ugh i’m probably going to go lie down, let me know how lecture goes”)

Beelzebub

Always eating-- even if this wasn’t online, he’d also be the one to bring snacks-- his whole LUNCH to class to eat so this isn’t too surprising 

You think it’s hilarious when he actually brings his laptop or phone (whatever he’s using zoom with) to the kitchen and literally makes dinner during the lecture

Sometimes you watch his tiny video of him putting stuff into the oven than the lecture slides and you bet your entire class is doing that too 

Sometimes you ask him jokingly what he’s cooking and you’re surprised when he pauses and answers your question mid-dinner making

“Lasagna. You want some?” 

“Yeah send it over through mail bro”

You don’t actually know if he’s actually retaining any lecture information, but apparently he’s doing decent enough-- still, if you offer to share your notes, he’d be so grateful

“Where do you live?”

“Ldfjalskjd why are you going to send me food?” 

“Yeah. What’s your address? I’ll send you a box of cookies or something.” 

Basically he just does NOT care what the entire class sees him doing; he could be cooking, eating, working out-- he’s listening to the lecture out loud but he’s giving you a show (whether it’s a cooking show or a work out video depends on the time of day)

Belphegor

If the lectures are recorded, you’ll never see him, especially if the class is early in the morning LOL

If you do see him during lecture and video is on, he’s always in his pajamas or sleep clothes, a pillow in front of him 

During discussion, if video is required, he probably has a screenshot of himself awake as a profile picture so he can snooze away pretending like he’s actually there 

You definitely notice because he’s the first video to show up in your gallery and his video is like never moving HAHA

You finally message him when the TA splits you all into breakout rooms when you’re all supposed to be finding the answer or discussing something to be shared later

Kind of awkward at first because he’s like… asleep, but when he wakes up blearily, he does participate-- if only for your sake and for discussion points 

“Hey… wake me up if the TA or professor asks us any questions, will ya?” he says as he puts his head down and sleeps 

Since you and him are now officially breakout room buddies, you message him when you have a question and know that he’ll probably respond to you by the end of class because he actually knows the material despite sleeping through half of the class

Is actually very appreciative of you that you volunteer to speak on behalf of your breakout room if no one else does because that means HE doesn’t have to do it

Bonus:

Solomon

The one to make the groupchat/slack link and send it to everyone in the class so we could actually help each other in the class

Shares a link to a google folder with resources

Highkey more useful than a TA sometimes 

Super helpful, efficient, and charismatic… but suspiciously so

Like where did he get all these pdfs? Where did he get all these 100% test from previous years? And-- is that an answer key??? To what???

Video isn’t on ever, so you have no clue what he looks like… until you’re in the same discussion as him and he turns on his video for breakout rooms

He always, ALWAYS sits at the island in the kitchen and sips coffee whenever you have discussion with him 

Responds back to you almost immediately if you ask him questions during lecture (because honestly, why not-- he seems smart and has his life together) but if anyone messages him in the groupchat, surprisingly takes a while to reply… maybe he’s busy?

Anyhow you’re not gonna question it; you’re gonna pass this class and Solomon is carrying everyone to an A+