#so to go in a totally new direction is just the only option she had

[whiskeyswifty]

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[tddyhyck]

ice cream thief [ l.dh ]

pairing ⇢ perv roommate!hyuck x afab!reader (mentioned other nct members + karina)

word count ⇢ 12.8k

synopsis ⇢ someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?

warnings ⇢ 18+, dubcon, invasion of privacy, filming with and without consent, voyeurism (hyuck is a peeping tom), exhibitionism, panty stealing, toys, multiple orgasms, nipple play (m & f receiving) , cum eating, oral (f receiving), switch but mainly sub!hyuck, reader has a bdsm relationship with johnny, yuta, and jaehyun, switch but mainly dom!reader, handcuffs, unprotected sex, cream pie, hyuck is a little bi icon, lots of masturbation (m & f), excessive talk of legend of zelda (SORRY), anal (not super detailed), use of good boy & pervert, slapping, overstimulation, mentioned (bdsm, bondage, whips, rope/shibari, threesomes, mxm, scissoring, spit roasting, getting high, double penetration, marking) pls let me know if i missed anything

playlist ⇢ creep_radiohead / obsession_sky ferreira / nothings going to hurt you baby_cigarettes after sex / wet nightmare_bibi / i wanna be your slave_måneskin / use me_bill withers / sweet_cigarettes after sex / guys my age_hey violet / sexy silk_cumkitten / pussy is god_king princess

a/n ⇢ i'm trying to get better at making the reader as general as possible please let me know any ways i can improve!

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“no one is stealing your goddamn ice cream,” you groan, rolling your eyes. you’re currently having a “house meeting” in the kitchen, more like you and your roommates get yelled at by your other roommate haechan for 30 minutes. you’re sitting at the end of the island beside jaemin and karina who is leaning next to the wall while haechan stands across from the counter in front of the fridge waving an empty box around. 

“well, where the fuck are my double vanilla yogurt bars going?” he says waving the box around for dramatics. 

“who the fuck wants double vanilla ass yogurt ice cream bars,” jaemin argues. 

“literally we have chocolate, strawberry,” jaemin gags, “even cones, why would we want double vanilla,” karina quips while you roll your eyes. 

“because it’s the best ice cream in the world,” he groans, running his hands through his hair. 

“yeah maybe to old white dudes,” karina says, making you and jaemin giggle. 

“listen i get it, no one wants to fess up. you’re embarrassed, feeling guilty even,” you scoff at his dramatics. “but just tell me between friends, i will forgive you if you buy me a new box.” no one says anything, just stares across the counter at haechan. “god i hate all of you. i swear i’m moving out.”

“finally, let me know if you need help packing,” you smile as he storms off middle finger raised in your direction. 

“so which one of you ate the ice cream?” karina whispers, you and jaemin shake your heads hearing haechan's door slam. 

“swear i didn't, i would probably have the strawberry before double vanilla,” he grimaces. 

“same, i would just go without, who wants double vanilla anyways? i bet he just doesn’t remember eating them.” you laugh. 

haechan sat in his room sulking and determined to figure out who was eating his precious ice cream. this wasn’t the first time it happened and it had only gotten worse. he pondered which one of his housemates would eat his ice cream. 

karina was in her green juice phase and probably wasn’t eating ice cream but if she was she would want the "healthiest" option which were the double vanilla yogurt bars. she couldn’t be marked off the list. 

jaemin would definitely eat the double vanilla bars. especially when he would just open the freezer and grab anything that didn’t have a strawberry pink label. haechan grumbled to himself pulling his fingers through his hair. 

and you, you would totally eat his ice cream just to spite him. you would probably throw away an uneaten bar just to annoy him, give them out to delivery men, or offer them to your annoying friends. 

he furiously typed into his search bar. “how to stop roommates from stealing food.”

he scrolls reading over the bulleted list. 

write your name on everything 

that wouldn’t work, jaemin would just read it and ignore it.

hide the food in an unlikely place

where can he hide ice cream unless he got a mini freezer and that just seemed like too much work. 

douse the food in hot sauce, chili powder, etc. 

wouldn’t that just ruin the food for him?

install cameras to present evidence of the theft

bingo

haechan had plenty of access to cameras, the tech, and the knowledge to install nanny cams. his it major finally came to his aid during his time of woe. 

he made a plan, go to the tech lab and talk to kun about security cameras. he can play it off that it’s for a friend, his mom, or maybe his roommates wanted to feel safer. then he could install them on thursday morning when everyone was in class. then he would wait for someone to eat his ice cream and catch them in the act. foolproof right?

“so wait, why do you need cameras again?” kun asked, rummaging through a box of wires. 

“it’s for a friend they asked me since they knew i was majoring in it,” haechan says nonchalantly, pushing his hands in his pockets. 

“oh cool, you said home security right?” haechan nodded, moving to the side after kun got up with various wires in his hands. he followed kun to another part of the tech lab. 

“just don’t set them up in locker rooms. some dude did that a few years ago and i helped him pick them out. god, i felt sick after.” 

“god no, just home security, said he has some weird roommates or something,” haechan shook his head. watching over kun’s shoulder as he scrolled through some tech website. 

“okay, i would go with one of these if it’s just basic home security. they have an app for easy access and pretty good quality cameras,” kun says, clicking on one of the images before scrolling through. haechan nodded, eyes dancing over the webpage. 

“sounds good to me, can you order them?” kun nodded, adding the items to the cart. 

“does he need any wifi extenders?” haechan shook his head looking over the total price. still cheaper than a mini freezer. “i’ll let you know when they come in.”

“thanks, dude, i’ll venmo you,” haechan says walking away. 

“do you need help setting them up?”

“nope.”

the cameras came in faster than haechan even expected, he hadn’t even gotten the chance to restock his ice cream bars to set up the trap. he waited for the perfect time when everyone was out of the apartment in class, studying, or doing whatever haechan didn’t care enough to ask. 

he took to unboxing the set of five cameras, one for the kitchen right above the fridge, one diagonal from the fridge to get the full angle of the theft, one in the living room facing the couch and the hall, and one for a wide angle of the living room. he had one to spare so he decided to put it in the corner of his room to see if anyone was snooping around. 

it took him about an hour to set up the two in the kitchen, fiddling back and forth on his phone and with the cameras to perfect the angle. walking back and forth to make sure the entire walk from the hall would be caught and no denying could happen. 

one camera was hidden between some old cereal boxes he and jaemin had used for a project that they never threw away. the other was between the bread maker karina had stopped using two weeks after getting it and was just collecting dust and the protein powder. 

it took him about an hour more for the two in the living room, making sure the camera was facing the couch fully because that would definitely be where the culprit would enjoy the sweet treat. 

the camera was tilted slightly to hide nicely on the corner of the dvd shelf. the other was squeezed snuggly between some half-dead plants on the window sill, viewing the full kitchen, part of the dining table, living room, and the hall. 

haechan was lucky his room was on one side of the house and his three roommates were down the opposite hall. so it was unlikely one of them would come down his hall unless it was for a shower or to piss. 

he finally fiddled with the one in his room more for fun but he thought of the possibilities of “accidentally” filming while fucking some hot chick he brought home or even the occasional big bulky dude he would find on some field or court who wanted to experiment when he needed to get fucked. 

he didn’t want to be a creep and it wouldn’t be like he’d share the footage if it happened but it would be a nice bonus. getting to relive a good fucking on some shitty camera like a perv. 

he wouldn’t openly admit to being a pervert, but he was. he often got off on being watched and watching other people, that’s why he liked going to the gym, not for the workout or health benefits, but the view of some hot girl sweating while doing squats or the best part seeing hot guys in the locker rooms and if he was lucky getting to shower beside them peaking at their cocks hanging heavily between their legs next to him. 

he loved the thrill of jerking off in the corner of the showers waiting for some muscled beefcake to come in and embarrass him before cursing and manhandling him. his fantasies never quite came true but that didn’t stop him from releasing onto the tile below him while he tweaked his nipples and the water hit his chest. 

haechan often found himself in these “compromising” positions. like the time he hid in the closet of some frat dude's room while he watched his friends, jeno and jaemin, fuck some sorority girl. 

he didn’t mean to get high and roam the house ending up in some closet, but what was he gonna do when they came in and spit-roasted her right through the slits in the door. so he shut up as best he could and jerked off while peaking out. he hated to admit being jealous of his friends and the girl but he couldn’t help it. 

he also didn’t mean to listen in when his housemates brought someone around and didn’t realize he was there. he would stand in the hall watching jaemin fuck some cheerleader until she was brainless or karina bringing over some girl to “study” but he watched them scissor for like 20 minutes and they never noticed. you however never brought anyone home at least that he knew of. 

he’d heard stories from his friends about how you were apparently into being dominated by older men, but haechan didn’t fully believe it. at least not the stories his older friends johnny, yuta, and jaehyun would tell of you. how you liked to be whipped and cuffed to the bed while johnny edged you, or how yuta would tie intricate ropes around you bending you into pretzel-like positions before making you cry, and jaehyun boasted about making you cum some insane amount until you passed out on his cock. you were too annoying and mean to be submissive, and far too uptight to be into adventurous casual sex. 

the stories did get him off though just like viewing his other roommates in secret, the thought of his little prude roommate being into nasty sex had gotten him hard. after hearing all about it he excused himself to the bathroom and came in his fist embarrassingly fast. 

it didn't take long to start getting notifications of motion most of the time being someone arriving home or leaving. he gets strangely excited at the prospect of catching someone at the fridge but every time it has been for something lame like eggs or soda. he had started to worry about the house eating habits when everyone was only eating eggs, popcorn, and frozen food. 

by the third day he’s grown accustomed to the notifications on his phone of detected movement. it's not as exciting when it’s the fifth time of the day and he knows it will probably just be jaemin making toast. but he opens it quickly waiting for the app to load. 

before he sees you sitting on the couch, knees to your chest twirling something in your mouth. he grins convinced he had caught the ice cream thief. he started his car ready to rush home and catch you in the act, that is until you pull it out of your mouth. squinting bringing his phone closer to make sure it is his ice cream his eyes widen when he realizes it’s not his ice cream but a dildo of some sort. 

you wouldn't, there's no way you would in the living room. his mouth hung open watching you bring the toy back to your lips. he was surprised by the camera quality when he could see your spit dribbling down the toy and collecting at the corners of your mouth. 

he should have closed his phone and put it on silent never to be thought of again, but he can’t look away, he knows it’s wrong but he can’t stop staring. 

he gaped when you opened your knees and moved one hand between your legs flipping your skirt up revealing some light blue panties. he’s sure he’s seen them in your hamper or when you accidentally left them in the wash that one time. he watched as your hand slithered between your legs pressing against your heat, squinting in surprise seeing a dark spot growing under your hand. 

his eyes were scanning quickly trying to take in the entire scene watching you with one hand over your panties and the other swirling what he assumed to be silicone between your lips. he can’t believe you of all people would be getting off in the living room knowing any of your roommates could walk in. little miss goody two shoes had a thing for exhibitionism he smirked. 

you moved the toy from your lips, a line of spit still connected until the toy slid over your panties. he gasped when you moved your other hand from between your legs to pull your shirt up tits falling out. 

he had seen you naked a few times completely accidentally of course, not that he didn’t keep the image in his head permanently. one time when he walked into the bathroom while you were changing before turning around swiftly and attempting to avert his eyes while you cursed him out. it was your fault for not locking the door. 

or when johnny’s frat had a pool party and your swimsuit came untied during a game of chicken. nipples hard and perked from the cool water and right in front of his face. he recalls the embarrassment that flooded your face when you realized before your hands covered up quickly. he had jerked off later to the thought of fucking your tits. 

he remembers how he couldn’t get your cute nipples off his brain for like a week after. it pissed him off how you walked around the house braless, nipples pointed right in his face. you were also the bane of his existence you were so annoying and difficult, but so fucking hot but you pissed him off with your bratty attitude. 

but he loved the way you scolded him and grabbed and pulled his hair when he went too far, or when you yelled at him and called him names with an angry tone in your voice and pout on your lips all because he had spoiled the new season of stranger things. 

he shook his head before pressing his palm to his face and moving his glasses to rub his eyes. he should turn it off. there's no going back if he keeps watching, but he just couldn’t look away. he had to make a decision and he did, taping the full-screen icon in the corner, turning off his car, and sitting back to watch. 

he wished it was his hand pinching your nipples, making you sigh and bite your lip. he was too busy staring at them to notice you press a button on your toy before pressing it to your clit and grinding against it. his eyes trailed down when he noticed the movement. he felt his mouth water when the darkness grew in your panties.

you had to stop yourself from letting the feeling take over, wanting to be filled up before you came. you pulled your toy away and moved your hand from your nipples to pull your panties to the side. you could feel how sticky and wet you were. you wished it was someone else between your legs a warm body fucking you open. 

haechan’s mouth fell open with your pussy on display. he watched your hole flutter just begging to be filled up. he could feel his cock pressing against his jeans as you slid the toy between your folds leaning your head back against the couch. it was smaller than him from what he could tell. why was he even comparing his dick to his least favorite roommate's dildo? 

his mind was just playing horny tricks on him while you were using one hand to pull your panties aside and the other to slip your blue toy into your cunt. haechan watched your mouth open and eyes close. somewhere in the back of his perverted mind, he wished the camera had sound.

he watched in delight when he saw your toes curling against the cushions and your hand speeding up between your thighs. you took it so well spreading your legs wider and mouth hanging open. he knew you sounded good and he could practically hear you whining. he jumped when your eyes met his through the screen he could swear you could see him watching. 

he needed to shut his phone off and throw it out his car window but he also wanted you to know he was watching like a nasty peeping tom. he kept watching the way your eyes glazed over, your hips rutting up to meet your flicking wrist. 

he didn’t realize but he had started grinding against his hand pressed between his legs. he felt so fucking pathetic in the library parking lot unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out. and anyone walking by could see his windows weren’t nicely tinted but cheaply tinted and that just made it more exhilarating. 

he continued staring at his phone jerking his terribly hard cock in his fist whining wantonly in the quiet car. he tried to match his fist with yours, bringing his hand to the tip when you pulled out before pressing back into your cunt and he would fuck up into his own fist. he felt his forehead growing sweaty and he watched you slide deeper into the couch, knees bending harshly and pressing into your chest. 

you looked so desperate thrusting your hips up and your brow furrowed concentrating on your incoming orgasm. haechan was wondering if you were close because god he already was briefly removing his hand to spit in his palm and coat his aching cock.

he looked up for a second sensing movement to his right, watching some group of guys walk by his car not noticing the movement right under their noses. it only made him harder if that was possible reaching down grabbing his balls squeezing tightly making him hold his breath. 

his eyes focused back on you but you were slowing down and he was hoping you weren’t stopping. were you into edging like johnny had told him? he watched intently massaging his balls breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth waiting for your next move. 

you pulled the toy out of your cunt and he whined when a wet glob of slick dripped out not to mention the wetness coating the toy that you were bringing back to your lips. he brought his hand back to grip his dick, holding the base and pressing it down between his legs before letting it slap up against his stomach with a hiss, while you cleaned off your toy. 

he watched you stand up and slip your panties off your legs,  what he wouldn’t do to steal those and shove them down his throat? maybe he could sneak them from your dirty laundry. 

you turned around bending over the back of the couch making him whine, a perfect view of your ass bent at the best angle, cunt still glistening below your tight asshole. his glasses were slipping down his nose from sweat but he didn’t care especially when you brought your toy to rub over your pussy. smearing your slick over your holes making a wet sticky mess that he would die to clean up. 

he’d started thrusting into his fist again trying to be patient and slow like you were. bringing the toy to press against your rim while your head turned hoping to catch a glimpse of your taut hole being teased. he watched you push the limit seeing the way your toes curled when you tried pushing in dry, your cunt clenching at the pressure above. 

you whimpered but he wouldn’t know that just watched the way you bit your lip before bringing the toy to your cunt and pressing in fully arching your back when you had buried it fully between your legs. he stared at the way your thighs flexed and met the base of your toy as it filled you up. 

he could even see drool starting to fall from your open mouth. he wanted to hold back and wait to cum but you just looked so delicious he couldn’t help his hand speeding up. his whines raised in pitch as he pumped his girth it definitely was not as good as your pussy probably felt. 

his own pleasure was distracting him, making his eyes close and he had to practically pry them open to watch you again. he didn’t know how close you were, only you did. 

if he had noticed the way your head fell forward on the cushions and legs tried to squeeze together and wrist flicking lazier. he would have known but he didn’t. he didn’t see it coming when you came with a silent cry, legs tightening, ass shivering. he didn’t realize until you were cumming. hadn’t heard you whimper “i’m gonna cum.” into your palm. 

he came with you completely accidentally, pulling his hand away too late, cum already spurting out before he could stop it, hips twitching along with his dick. he whimpered bringing his hand back to milk his cock, thick cum leaking onto his sweatshirt sleeve, and steering wheel. an embarrassing amount pooled on his stomach as his breathing evened out. 

bringing his attention back to his phone he watched you pull the toy from your cunt another thick gush of slick dripped down hitting the couch below you. he hoped you didn’t do the considerate thing and clean it up but he knew you would. 

you laid the toy beside you bringing your fingers between your legs and toes curling when you made contact with your swollen cunt. his mouth watered when you dipped your fingers in to collect the juices and lifted it to your mouth to suck them clean. 

once you both had caught your breath he dug around in his glove box for napkins swiping at the drying cum on his sweatshirt and steering wheel. you were cleaning up your own mess and he left his phone open catching a glimpse of your wobbly legs when you got up. 

eventually he closed his phone, guilt taking over him, he just watched his roommate get off. it definitely wasn’t the first time or the last so the feeling drifted away quickly. the idea of installing a camera in your room even crossed his sick and twisted mind but he knew that was too far. 

he was tucking his softening length into his pants when a banging at his window startled him looking up to see shotaro and yangyang banging on the glass. he clutched his chest after swiftly zipping his jeans before unlocking the doors and they got in. 

“what are you doing bombarding me during my meditation?”

“you said you were leaving like 30 minutes ago, the fuck are you still doing here?” yangyang questioned from the back seat. 

“didn’t you have some meeting or something?” shotaro questioned with a smile.

“shit,” he did have a meeting at the caf about a group project that he was now almost 20 minutes late for. 

“did you get distracted or something your car smells like you fucked?” yangyang said laughing as he leaned forward between the two front seats. 

“and if i did you’d be jealous so i can’t talk about it.” 

despite having watched you cum in the living room via camera nothing about your dynamic changed. that was something haechan was good at distancing his peeping adventures and the people he actually peeped on. he didn’t find it awkward to be around them later even after seeing their most intimate moments. he did steal a pair of your dirty panties though but you didn’t seem to notice yet, at least that he was aware. 

and just as expected he did watch you again not even a week later a notification lighting up his phone hoping again to find the ice cream culprit but to see you swinging your legs open bringing some type of purple wand vibrator between your legs in the most erotic way. head dropping back as you upped the vibrations, stomach tensing when you pulled the toy away, hips canting up to chase the feeling.  

he snuck off to the bathroom of his job and came while he set his phone up on the sink and watched himself in the mirror. 

it seemed to be almost like clockwork. you waited until you were sure everyone was out and you’d slip into the living room spreading out with some toy or your fingers and going to town. and like clockwork, haechan would open his phone as if on cue to see you putting on a show for him and he’d grip his cock and jerk off. able to cum when he started recognizing when you were close. 

he did save all the videos using them later in his room late at night humping his pillow, or early in the morning in the shower even getting bold enough to leave his door open hoping you would hear his whimpers and come stare at him while he came to his stockpile of footage. 

he had even started carrying his ipad around with him so he could watch both cameras he had set up in the living room. using the larger screen to view the camera on the dvd shelf directly in front of where you would usually sit and his phone for the wide angle in case you decided to change positions. 

he looked like some crazy hacker sneaking off to the back seat of his car setting up his devices. somewhere along the lines he bought another flesh light to keep in his car. he may or may not have searched for a pocket pussy that resembled yours at least from what he could tell. 

he would try to mimic the positions you were in, leaning back when you would ride a toy, fantasizing about you riding him, or rising to his knees leaning over to hump into the sticky silicone hole when you would bend over the couch. 

he sadly still hadn’t caught his ice cream thief even though the ice cream was still being eaten by someone he just either didn’t see the notification or they were way too quick with their hands. 

he’d also visited kun again. this time asking about the sound for the cameras. giving some story about his friends’ roommates talking shit about them and wanted to know what about. 

he felt like a kid on christmas when thee mics came in, installing them quickly and testing their quality. hoping to all the gods, that he knew wouldn’t let him into heaven at this point, that you would be desperate and needing to get off that very day so he could verify the sound quality. he wrote it off as trying to figure out if he could hear a wrapper when someone was at the fridge, not that he wanted to hear your whining and moaning. 

and by some stroke of luck you did get desperate and by a double stroke of luck you had plans that night. plans that included two large cocks filling you up so you needed to prep of course and haechan didn’t even know the show that was accidentally in store for him. 

he watched on, intently as you slowly with slick fingers dipped past your tight rim. he gawked at the way you whimpered when you curled your fingers inside of you. his airpods weren’t enough somehow and he hurriedly dug through his bag for his noise canceling headphones. 

when they connected he swore he could cum from the surround sound of your cries. he paid extra attention to each movement the way your voice changed or cracked when you added a finger. scissoring inside of your opening your warm walls, what he wouldn’t give to be inside of them himself. 

“just a little more,” you slurred before pressing a third finger inside of you, back arching into the fullness. you were talking yourself through it whimpering and moaning, biting your lip in concentration. 

he was starting to regret not exiting the library and at least hiding in a bathroom stall, now he was stuck in the back corner of the british history section on the third floor with a hard on and live porn on his phone. 

but he didn’t stop or even make a move, continuing to watch you stretch yourself the audio proving to be the best investment since the cameras. each little sigh was picked up on the mic he had cleverly placed next to the couch. 

it was getting hard both literally and figuratively to not whip out his cock and jerk off behind some dusty textbooks. so he pressed his hand against his crotch hissing at the contact and grinding slightly into his palm. 

he tilted his head back against the wall, eyes widening and bringing his phone closer when you started pulling your fingers from your hole. your empty rim clenched, almost begging to be filled again. 

“fuck,” you choked, reaching around beside you to grip your large plug pushing yourself up to grab your lube. haechan watched curiously seeing you squeeze a large amount onto the glass toy. 

you wondered if the boys you were going to see would call you pretty when they bent you over and saw the pretty flower pressed into your hole stretching you out. you shivered in anticipation, fingers moving to grip the base bringing it to your rim and sinking it slowly inside. you tried to go slow but the bulb felt so good stretching you out so you thrust backwards groaning at the stretch. 

haechan can hear you loud and clear and it’s going straight to his cock before he realizes he’s rutting his hips rubbing himself against his hand. watching desperately as you fuck yourself with the pretty plug. 

he had gotten used to your toy collection finding you far more experimental than he ever imagined, from dildos to vibrators and wands and now plugs. he wondered what all you had in your little treasure chest hidden in your room somewhere. he began to believe all the stories he had heard considering you surprised him each time he caught you. 

his brows tilt up in confusion when you slow your movements letting the plug settle between your cheeks. you're breathing slowly resting your head on the arm of the couch before you get up, grabbing the lube and going down the hall. he waits for a few seconds then a minute before you return to clean up the spot you occupied before. 

you weren’t stopping right? you hadn’t even cum you always came at least once. he recalled the time you had continued holding a vibrator to your clit until you were shaking and crying unsure of how many times you had actually released but the slick puddle glistening underneath you told him enough. 

he waits patiently watching his phone but you don’t reappear and his cock is hard and needy, twitching in his pants. he groans head hitting the wall behind him dropping his phone against his leg next to the outline of his dick. he tries to think of turn offs but truly he didn’t have many and whatever he thought of led him back to something that turned him on. 

now he was left in the british history section with blue balls and flushed cheeks trying to decide what to do. he wondered what you were doing walking around the house still naked with a plug stretching your ass. so he did what he knew to do. text you. 

evil roommate

what are you doing tonight?

he stared at his phone waiting for something, seeing your phone light up where it set on the coffee table. he watched you pick it up rolling your eyes and for some reason it made him more interested in you. 

y/n

why does it matter?

he smirked at your response still peeking at the mini screen in the corner of his phone watching you sit back on the couch position oddly reminiscent of the first time he watched you. knees bent and legs spread just enough for him to view your glistening cunt and the glass base peeking out between your cheeks. 

evil roommate

just wondering? maybe i have plans or something?

he waited for you to see the notification not ignoring the way your fingers danced between your legs to collect the cream spilling from your cunt. 

y/n

well i won’t be home if that’s what you mean?

his eyebrow raised. if you were going to study or out with your friends you would just say that not beat around the bush. he got distracted though when your fingers circled your clit lazily. it felt more intimate for some reason. the fact that he was talking to you and watching you. 

evil roommate

:( not staying cooped up in your room all night?

your fingers sped up wetness being spread around your soft pussy. you rolled your eyes wishing haechan would just shut up. you knew you couldn’t cum yet johnny had already made explicit rules but he didn’t say you couldn’t edge yourself. 

y/n

i don’t want to be witness to whatever weird “plans” you have

he grinned, if only you knew. his plans consisted of watching videos of you and busting as many nuts as possible. if you weren’t home he would be able to sneak in and steal another pair of panties. he breathed deeply thinking of your smell that was so close but so far away. recalling how hard he had cum when he had stolen them before. fabric shoved in his mouth, your taste lingering on his tongue. the panties between his teeth silenced his loud whine when his eyes rolled back and legs started shaking. god he needed to stop his mind from wandering; he was just getting harder. 

evil roommate

how do you know i have weird plans? when have i ever done anything weird at our house?

you stopped, lifting your sticky fingers to your mouth as you read your phone. he watched you furrow your brows and type back quickly. 

y/n

when have you done anything normal? just don’t do your plans in my room i like cleanliness. 

evil roommate

seriously what are you doing though

y/n

it’s none of your beeswax

evil roommate

going to meet up with johnny or yuta? or both?

his lips twitch when he sees your eyes widen when you read the message. he could read you like a book, confirming his suspicions. not only were the guys' stories most likely true but you were going to meet up with both of them to get your back blown out. haechan wanted to be a fly on whatever wall got to witness that scene. he watches you squirm and shuffle around typing and deleting and typing and deleting a response. 

evil roommate

what embarrassed? cat got your tongue?

you rolled your eyes, biting your lip while you thought of a response. he was right but he didn’t need to know that. you didn’t want you sex crazed roommate having any intimate information about your sex life let alone what you did with johnny or yuta. 

y/n

it’s literally none of your business if i’m seeing anyone or no one. but fyi johnny invited me over to see the movie he’s been working on for his final

that was technically true. johnny was working on a film for a final, he had been talking about it for a while. and you were going to view some sort of media he had filmed before. whether you were in it or not was none of haechan’s business. yuta also happened to be invited, johnny had been teasing the final cut of a tape he had made with you. sadly jaehyun was out of town for some away game. you were half happy and sad, happy you wouldn’t have a dick in every hole but sad you wouldn’t have a dick in every hole by the end of the night. 

haechan knew what you were talking about. johnny had been filming a documentary since the beginning of the semester. he didn’t fully believe you unless you were going to do that and then get dicked down during or after. 

evil roommate

okay fine just wondering what if i wanted to spend the evening with my most favorite housemate :)

you breathed out a laugh as if you were his favorite roommate. he knew he was your least favorite. you much preferred his friends being over eating your food and being loud to him just staying in his room. 

y/n

yeah… you have the whole house to yourself to fuck whatever and whoever you should be happy just make sure the clean up after :)

he grinned to himself thinking of sitting in the very spot you were sitting completely naked on the couch. and he would take you up in that and fuck whatever and whoever while he was home alone. and he would watch videos of you while he did. maybe even connect his hdmi to the living room tv get your pretty pussy on the big screen. 

you closed your phone, dropping it on the cushion beside you before getting up, mood ruined by haechan’s pestering. haechan watched the way your ass bounced as you walked down the hall to your room. 

he closed his phone too. finally getting up grabbing his bag and stalking to the bathrooms locking the stall and finally getting the release you unknowingly withheld from him. 

he paid extra attention to wake up earlier the next day despite his tiresome late night activities, and watch you come home. taking care to see any signs of hard sex, bruises, hickies, or even a limp. 

but when you came home and he was sitting on the couch eating cereal he didn’t particularly notice which made him question all his conclusions from the day before. maybe you had just gone to johnny’s to watch his film and maybe u just liked wearing a butt plug around. 

you didn’t talk to him when you got home heading straight for your room not even sparing him a glance as he stared at you searching for something. 

he stayed on the couch for most of the day and into the evening playing tears of the kingdom to no end. not even noticing jaemin coming and going or karina complaining about some project she hasn’t started and needing to camp out at the library. 

you eventually joined him in the living room giving in to his pestering to show you the new game you had been waiting to play. he talked way too much about all the new features that didn’t completely make sense but you listened anyway and watched him die by bokoblin’s. 

his eyes caught sight of your neck when your shirt collar shifted seeing a bite mark hidden on your left breast. maybe his theories were correct, but his suspicions were distracting him, causing him to die once again. 

his lack of skill in the new game had you laughing but also frustrated you, eventually grabbing the controllers and trying your hand but dying just as fast as he did. blaming it on his shitty weapons or lack of hearts. 

“told you,” he said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair when you died once more, eyes drifting to your wrist noticing raised skin reminiscent of rope burn. thoughts wandering to what you looked like tied up. 

“is this harder than breath of the wild or am i just rusty?”

“definitely both but you suck at breath of the wild too.”

“shut up!” you squealed faux throwing the controller at his head making him duck. 

“wait let me show you this video.” he pulled out his phone, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “some dude used the building materials and built this walking stick man with a flamethrower for his dick.” he laughed, scrolling through his camera roll to find the video. he held the phone to your face and you watched on, laughter filling the room. 

you grabbed the phone from his hand replaying the video watching the awkward wooden creation blast across the screen with a flame shooting from its lower half. your laughter faded turning into a face of confusion when you tapped the screen to rewind seeing the video thumbnails surrounding that one. 

“what the fuck is this lee donghyuck!?” tapping the arrow in the corner, the screen filled with various thumbnails and many of you sitting in the very room you occupied now. 

“oh not the government name,” he chuckled as he leaned forward to see what you were talking about the color draining from his face when you began playing a video, the static sound coming from his phone. 

“what the actual fuck is this.” you shrieked, shoving the phone in his face and he looked like he was about to be sick. the video clip he had saved, one of you sitting in the exact chair he was sitting on, fingers drilling into yourself as you came with a cry. 

“you’ve been filming me?” you were oddly calm in his opinion but his mind was racing trying to come up with something to say while his mouth was suddenly dry. 

he had always fantasized about being caught during one of his escapades but that had never actually happened. and now that you were glaring at him asking him questions and his stomach was dropping to his ass. 

“i asked you a question you fucking freak.”

“let me explain.”

“explain what? that you’re a fucking pervert who secretly films his roommate?” you shrill standing up and staring daggers down at him. 

“i was trying to figure out who was stealing my ice cream.” he said shyly realizing how fucking stupid he sounded bringing his fingers to fiddle with the hem of his shorts. 

“oh my god you fucking idiot. no one wants your fucking ice cream. you set up cameras and didn’t tell us? you know that’s illegal? are you fucking stupid or just dumb or both?” haechan peered up at you avoiding eye contact but trying to pay attention. his face felt hot and embarrassment flooded him with each passing second. 

“i didn’t.” he paused, looking up at you through his lashes. “didn’t think it was a big deal since it’s like a common area. i didn’t mean to watch you but-“ he paused looking down between his legs. you laughed down at him tossing his phone on the table between the couch and chair where he sat. 

“but what?” you questioned bringing your fingers to push his forehead back so he would meet your eyes. haechan was trying his hardest not to get hard knowing you could literally call the cops on him but you looked so hot glaring at him from above. he didn’t know that you were just as perverted as him, planning out how to punish him. 

“i- it was an accident. the first time. really i swear.” he stared up at you, his hands raised in defense trying to make you believe him. 

“then why did you save it? you were getting off to me weren’t you? fucking freak.” your words stung but went straight to his growing cock. he didn’t want to answer hoping his silence was enough. 

“were you?”

“yes,” he whispered, before bringing his lips between his teeth. 

“how many times?” 

“i- i dunno.” he was being honest he lost track of the amount of times he had watched you. he knew it was more than 10 and probably less than 30 but he wasn’t totally sure. 

“how long have you been doing it?” he tried to look away again, searching for an answer like it would appear in front of him. but you grabbed his face squeezing his cheeks in your hand making him look at you. 

“maybe more than a month i - i can’t - don’t remember.” he stumbled over his words before you released his face but only to bring your hand back slapping his cheek. and he whined he fucking whined, raising his hand to rub at the reddening flesh. 

“remember better then.”

“okay it was the day yang and taro came over and we ate all that pizza and you got mad at us because we spilled garlic sauce on your lit book. but we blamed taro so you wouldn’t be as mad since you like him but it was really yangyang that spilled it.” the confession came bubbling out like he was a volcano ready to erupt. 

“haechan, that was over 2 months ago.” you sigh almost mocking him. “so you have been watching me everytime?” he nodded slightly. 

“everytime?” you repeated. 

“if i couldn’t watch it live i would save it and watch it when i could,” he confessed. something about the thought of him being so into it he would save it for later made you clench around nothing. 

“did you cum too?” you could practically hear him gulp when you leaned down coming face to face with him. he didn’t answer, just attempted to avoid eye contact. “i fucking asked if you came while you watched me?”

“i couldn’t help it,” he stuttered. 

“you know you’re fucking disgusting right?” you questioned bringing your hand to his face again rubbing over the red cheek before slapping it again. he hissed this time hips jumping up. 

“a disgusting little pervert and you're getting off now aren’t you?” you brought your other hand to hover over his crotch before firmly gripping his length making him curse under his breath. 

“you know i should call the police, the dean, file a report, get you kicked out of school at the least.” he nodded below you as you grazed his cheek with one hand and squeezed your other around his length. 

“that wouldn’t be as fun though.” you smiled when you lifted a leg to straddle him. his breathing sped up when he felt you rest your warmth fully on his lap. he wanted to buck his hips into you, rut into your fist for some relief. 

“i’m going to watch you now, and your little cameras in here are going to record it. then you’re going to save it and send it to me. got it?”

he nodded, his hair bouncing on his forehead before you leaned back, removing your hands from his face and clothed cock. he quickly moved his hands from his side, fiddling with his waistband to pull his cock out. 

“nuhuh,” you stopped him. “i didn’t say i was gonna watch you get yourself off, did i?” he shook his head. “you think you deserve to touch yourself after that’s all you’ve been doing when you watch me?”

“i’m not going to let you have the joy of picking a toy, obviously.” you grinned, head tilting. “but what is your favorite? if you’ve been watching me i’m sure you’re familiar with them.” his eyes widen and scan the content in his mind focusing in on certain toys he’s seen you use. 

“the purple one.” he says, picturing the small purple wand he had seen you many times and it always left you gushing. you raised an eyebrow, immediately knowing what toy he was talking about. you lifted yourself off of him walking around his chair and down the hall without a word. 

he tried to steady his breathing and prepare himself for whatever you had in store. he was also insanely relieved you hadn’t immediately called the police to report him. he heard your door open and shut and your feet pat down the hall and behind him. 

he gasped when he felt a cool medal on his right wrist, he turned quickly eyes shaking just as you closed a cuff around his wrist. he just stared as you yanked his other arm over his head and tightened the other cuff around it, securing his hands together before letting his arms fall in front of him and land on his lap. 

he’d been cuffed before usually at his own volition or with this guy from his biochem class but that fizzled out a year or more ago. never by a hot girl like you who was about to punish him. you finally stood in front of him, light purple wand in one hand. 

“your perverted little mind is probably running a mile a minute.” you were right he wanted to know what you were going to do to him, if his camera was getting all of this. 

“stand up.” he tried to as quick as he could but his legs wobbled but he did it. you faced him and grabbed the chain that connected his hands pulling him to the couch where you had been sitting before releasing him and tugging his shorts down in one swift movement. he hissed when his cock made contact with the cool air and slapped the chain that connected his wrists. 

“aww aren’t you cute,” you lilted, kneeling in front of him staring at his leaking cock before flicking the head with your finger making him jerk forward. he didn’t have a chance to regain balance before you pushed him back on the couch with a thud. he squirmed on the leather seat cock bobbing between his legs precum beading at the slit. 

“you really are a freak,” you smiled, lifting the toy admiring the familiar ridges that left you quivering. you held it beside his own cock admiring aching member. haechan’s cock was what you would call pretty, plush red tip, subtle veining, not too long and just slightly thicker than average. it seemed to hang heavy between his supple thighs. 

“why do you like this one?” you ask, tilting your head curiously looking at him from between his legs. he’d dreamt of you between his legs but not while he was handcuffed and you were scolding him, more of you between his legs choking on his cock. 

“uh, i, you,” he paused, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. “you, i watched you use it.”

“oh really? of course you have. what haven’t you seen at this point.” you roll your eyes flicking your wrist to tap against his lower stomach with the tip of the toy to bring his attention back to you. 

“you, you looked so hot. you always look hot, but you use this one so much,” he whispered. his words made heat pool between your legs. the idea of him watching you cum over and over, none the wiser to his viewing. if you had known you might have been more deliberate with your actions. 

“did you like that? did watching me get you all hard?” you cooed bringing your fingers to circle the head of his cock collecting the precum spreading it around. he hummed staring down at the movement between his legs. “i bet you came in your pants like a stupid bitch.” your words were shooting to his cock, twitching when before you flicked the head again making his legs shake. 

“i loved it. i love it.” he whimpered. 

“how’d you touch yourself?” you cocked a brow at him waiting for his response. you’d never gotten off on dominating someone always preferring to be the one getting dominated, but you could feel your panties dampening with each reaction, sound, and bob of his cock. 

“i was at work.” he started licking his lips. “i uh, it wasn’t busy. i went to the employee bathrooms. you were still, you weren’t using it yet. you were sitting here and fingering yourself. your pussy was so wet, i wanted to taste you so bad.” he paused again taking a breath. “put my phone on the sink so i could watch you but then i kept seeing myself in the mirror. watched you and watched myself when i came. came so hard watching you. fucking pussy was so wet you were fucking dripping. wanted to be in you. came so hard and so much, made a mess. got in trouble for being gone for so long but it was worth it.” he finished finally making eye contact with you. 

you hoped he didn’t notice how turned on he was making you. the way he spoke about you in such a filthy way. you didn’t see haechan, your obnoxious annoying roommate in front of you, but donghyuck, the loser you met your first year who was awkward and shy and not so secretly harboring a perverted feelings for you. 

“you are fucking pathetic.” you raised your voice using the toy that was still in your hand to tap along his clothed stomach and up his chest. he keened when the toy brushed his nipples through the fabric of his sweatshirt.

he knew you knew about how sensitive his nipples were. it was just common knowledge in your circle everyone picked on haechan for it, pinching and tweaking his nipples to make him scream. no one knew that it made his cock hard though, of course now you would know. 

“i am,” he confirmed, biting his lip when you laughed at his squirming. 

“at least you’re aware.” you paused, dropping the toy in the his lap and bringing your fingers to unzip his sweatshirt. he was glad he didn’t wear anything beneath offering you easy access to his nipples. he whined when your skin finally met his, the teasing touches felt like electricity sparking on his chest. 

“i’m so fucking pathetic,” he groaned when you tweaked his nipples, pinching the buds between your soft fingers, nails pressing into the pebbled skin. you laughed tauntingly at him, something about the way he called himself pathetic was so hot. 

“i bet you’re glad i caught you, right? you were waiting and hoping for it. this is all your perverted little fantasies coming true. you should be thanking me.” there was spit pooling in his mouth, he felt dumb already, with how you were looking up at him an evil glint in your eyes and a teasing lilt in your tone. 

“thank you, fuck.” he paused when you let your hand roam lower, one staying on his left nipple the other tickling lightly over his stomach. “thank you so much.”

you grabbed the toy again pressing the well worn button the sound of vibrations filled the space between you and haechan’s eyes widened. you moved the toy to tap against his nipple making him keen and fold into himself whines sliding up his throat. 

“you’re so sensitive,” you coo at his reaction. switching the toy swiftly to the neglected nipple, making him squirm. you could help but laugh at how pathetic he looked squirming in front of you begging to stop but also asking for more his cock was throbbing precum slipping out with each pulse. 

“it’s - fuck- ‘s too much,” he mewled pitifully, legs quivering. 

“aww sorry, is it too much for you,” you teased lifting the toy from his nipple as he nodded. 

“maybe this will help,” you offered, upping the vibrations before bringing the buzzing device between his legs touching the head of his cock. his eyes flew open as he groaned and writhed. 

“please, y/n, oh god,” he strained the veins in his neck and lower stomach appearing under his skin. 

“please what?” his hands were trying to separate but the chain didn’t let them so he opened and closed his fists tightly fully overwhelmed. 

“i’m gonna cum oh god,” he cried, jerking his hips to rub against the buzzing toy. 

“we can’t have that, can we,” you teased, pulling the toy away swiftly, making him whimper. 

“please.” he sounded like he was sobbing now as his head hung down. 

“do you really think it would be that easy?” you asked bringing the still buzzing toy back to his nipples his stomach tensed warm pleasure flooding him again. 

“i’m sorry, fuck, so sorry,” he cried, bucking his hips up off the couch. you smirked at him turning up the toy again with a simple click. “please don’t i’ll cum.”

“you’ll cum just from your nipples?” your curiosity might just get the best of you when he nodded weakly. 

“no way,” you teased excitedly, eager to see if he was telling the truth. you used your other hand to squeeze and pinch the untouched bud. 

“can’t take it,” he whimpered, giving up to the tightening in his stomach so close to letting go. 

“cum then, little pervert,” that was all he needed, the degrading name going straight to unravel the knot in his stomach. his hips jerked hot cum spurting out of his cock as you looked on in awe. his body was hot and buzzing, cum painting his chest. 

“good boy.” you smiled, pulling the toy away and turning it off dropping it somewhere beside him. you dipped your fingers over his stomach collecting his cum before smearing it on his cheeks. he stuck his tongue out chasing your fingers. you scoffed slapping your sticky hand across his messy cheek. 

“fuck,” he whimpered as you stood up in front of him, reaching to pat his head and brush the hair from his face. you didn’t realize how sweaty he had gotten, strands of hair sticking to his skin and his glasses were slightly foggy as he was catching his breath.

“i’m still not done with you. wouldn’t it be so much fun to just leave you sitting here cock out, cum on your chest, and handcuffed. your little camera, wherever it is, to record you.” his eyes went wide, shaking his head furiously. 

“no no no what if jaemin or karina come home. no please,” he begged, whimpering up at you. 

“then they would point and laugh at you, but you would like that too fucking perv.” you lifted your hands to pull your own shirt over your head seeing the boys’ adam’s apple bob as he made eye contact with your tits. 

“fuck me,” he murmured, eyeing the bite marks that littered your chest. 

“isn’t it better to see the real thing, in person? not through your shitty camera.” you told him as your own fingers now touched your nipples pulling and tugging at the buds. you felt more excited watching his reaction the way his eyes scanned as you toyed with your tits. 

“so much fucking better.” he confirmed but you didn’t really need him to. his hands opened and closed almost trying to reach out for you. 

“where is your little camera anyways?” you said turning around looking around the room. 

“on the dvd shelf,” he says, hanging his head. you walked over to the shelf looking between dusty cd and dvd cases. “it’s with the old psp games.” he looked back up, gawking at the site of your bare back, marks from someone or multiple someone’s teeth littered your shoulders and neck along with a mark he again assumed was rope burn that went around your shoulders and disappeared at your back. 

“aha,” you sounded, finally finding the small camera in the corner of the dark shelf. “as if you weren’t trying to be sneaky.” you laughed waving at the camera. you turned back around to face him but you didn’t move back towards him. 

“i’m sorry,” he offered again. 

“oh you will be. this camera is going to get the best view of me ruining you,” he groaned in response leaning back against the couch. you stalked back over to him and he looked back up at you. 

“i think i’ve decided what else to do with you and you can tell me your color. i know you’re into this but i’m not as much of a perv as you and i value consent.” you brought your hands to your hips as he nodded up at you. “got it?”

“yes. i’m so green right now.” 

“umhuh.” you slipped your hands beneath your waistband slipping your shorts down and letting them pool at your ankles. haechan wanted to cry not from anything other than how hot you were like your body was sculpted by michelangelo. the real thing was so much better than the cameras. 

“eyes up here hyuck,” the endearing nickname slipping for your mouth and settling somewhere in haechan’s tummy filling him with warmth as he looked back up into your eyes. 

“sorry you’re just so pretty,” he gulped. 

“i know.” you laughed, stepping forward between his legs. “i don’t think you really deserve any of this for how disgusting you are. but at the same time i think you should stop fantasizing and get the real thing once right?” he nodded harshly, hair bobbing around his face. you brought one leg up, resting a foot on the arm of the couch fully trapping him with your cunt on display. his mouth was watering, your wetness glistening right in front of him he could practically taste you. 

“you’re not even listening.” you tutted, bringing your hand between your legs a site he was all too familiar with. you dipped your fingers between your lips collecting an obscene amount of slick with your fingers before pulling them away. you leaned in front of haechan bringing your soaked fingers to shove between his lips. he moaned around your fingers not breaking eye contact as his tongue swirled around your creamy digits. 

“this will help you focus, right?” you questioned, he nodded humming around your fingers. you moved your leg again this time bending to settle on his thighs again you could feel the heat radiating off of him as your skin pressed to his. his cock was just a few centimeters from being pressed against your own stomach. 

“i’m going to ride you, and you’re going to like it, right?" he nodded, moaning again in response as your fingers fucked into his mouth. “and you’re going to make me cum. but you don’t cum until i say so.” he whimpered but bobbed his head anyway. 

“good boy,” you praised, pulling your fingers from his mouth, spit spilling from his lips. you didn’t clean your hand bringing the slippery digits to caress his cheek mixing with his cum. 

you leaned over grabbing the toy you had teased him with earlier before slipping off his lap and settling beside him. he watched intently the way you laid back against the opposite arm of the couch and spread your legs just for him. he turned his body fully peering between your legs, cunt glistening and fluttering. 

“i didn’t say to move,” you said sternly, bringing a foot to press against his shoulder and push him back into his place before letting your leg drape over his. he neck craned to get the best view of your pussy. 

you brought the toy between your legs sliding it over your clit circling the raised nub. you relaxed into the feeling staring at haechan who was staring between your legs, finally getting a front row seat to his favorite show. 

“you’re drooling.” you taunt, and he brings his connected hands to wipe at the skin around his mouth just rubbing the spit around rather than removing it.

you turned on the toy, the vibrations immediately overtaking you, the buzz spreading in your lower stomach. you whined pulling your lip between your teeth flicking your wrist pleasure washing over you. you swirled the toy as pressure built in your stomach. 

“you’re so fucking hot,” haechan mumbled, glancing up to see your face twist in pleasure. you watched him swipe his tongue over his lips and visibly gulp seeing the cream already dripping from between your legs. 

you reached up grabbing his hair and pulled him to you kissing him harshly, it didn’t take him long to collect himself moving his lips against yours. his hands fumbled trying to rest them around you but just tugging against each other. you continued pressing the toy between your legs whimpering against his mouth.

he moaned into you when you slipped your tongue into his mouth. he tasted like those stupid double vanilla yogurt bars he loved so much. 

you pulled him away spit connecting your mouths as his tongue lapped up as if reaching for you. you turned off the toy tossing it beside you, gripping his hair tighter and tugging him between your legs. 

“use your tongue,” you whispered and he didn’t need another word, tongue sliding over your clit. kitten licking at your most sensitive spot, you tasted better than he could have imagined, still reminiscent of the taste of your panties but double or tripled or whatever. 

he leaned in deeper feeling the tug on his scalp as he lapped at your hole feeling it flutter against his wet muscle. his tongue explored every spot it could touch sucking and drinking you up. he couldn’t hear you whining from the wet smacking his mouth was making as he ate you like his final meal. 

he felt your hand pull his hair harder and your thighs shiver around his head, squeezing his glasses frame into his cheeks. he recognized the shiver as an indicator you were close so he went harder, suctioning his mouth around your clit and flicking his tongue over the bud. he was grinding down against the couch awkwardly cock already hard again grunting into your cunt. 

your eyes rolled back as you came against his face, hips bucking, riding out your orgasm. he didn’t stop until you physically pulled him away, chin shiny and lips pulled in a shy smile. 

“you taste so fucking good,” he looked up at you, leaning in again to lick one more long strip collecting as much slick as he could. you let go of his hair laying back to catch your breath and he stayed between your legs. 

suddenly realizing how badly his wrists hurt pressed into the couch awkwardly beneath him. he sat up, eyes not leaving you, wanting so desperately to grab your hips and fuck his cock into your cunt. 

finally opening your eyes looking up at him, heat in your cheeks and his hair was disheveled, glasses slipping down his nose. he was licking over his lips swiping his sleeve over his chin. 

you sat back up and straddled him again before lifting up to your knees bringing a hand between the both of you grabbing his length and pressing it to your slippery entrance. 

“holy fuck,” haechan groaned, staring down watching his cock slide between your folds. he could cum again just from this but he was determined to feel you wrapped around him. he felt dizzy with each swirl of your hips, your clit was swollen and puffy against his plush head.

“i’ve barely done anything,” you laughed, hearing him let out a strangled gasp when you sat down in one fluid motion. you sighed feeling so full all at once and his cock was so perfect filling you up completely. 

“you’re fucking, holy shit, y/n.” he whined, hands grabbing for you but the chain stopping him from being able to hold your skin. he was squirming beneath you head shaking back and forth eyes closed, lashes fluttering on his cheeks. “fucking tight.” 

“i know, hyuck,” you said, squeezing around him using it as punctuation. you lifted your hips finally moving, letting his cock slide inside of you perfectly. he looked a mess in front of you sweat trailing down his exposed chest and hair scruffy.

your hands slide under his sleeves pushing them down before gripping his shoulders using him for leverage bringing your hips up before slamming back down. his breath was hot and heavy as he leaned up and nuzzled into your chest. his tongue hung out of his mouth like a puppy panting and begging. 

releasing one of his shoulders you reached between you both, yanking the chain that connected his hands pulling on it to lift his hands above his head and push them against the wall pressing into his chest. he looked up at you needy and desperate fists clenching in the air. 

“keep them up,” you commanded, and he could only nod up at you, keeping his arms in place over his hand. this gave you more room to swivel your hips above him. 

“good boy, you feel so good, hyuckie,” you mewled, grinding down on him, clit pressing into his hips. he whimpered at the nickname head lulling back into your chest with a cry. his tongue stuck out again leaving wet strips against your skin he was murmuring against you but you couldn’t tell what he was saying. 

his hips were thrusting upwards, meeting your every move. his hands felt heavy above his head and he urged, to bring them around you trapping you against him but he wasn’t going to break another rule. 

“feel so good. wanna fuck you,” he mouthed against your breast tongue searching for your nipple. 

“you are fucking me,” you breathed, threading a hand through his hair, the head of his cock pressing perfectly deep inside of you. 

“no i- i know,” he paused, slurping lewdly sucking your nipple into his mouth making you gasp. “i want to fuck you.” he repeated his words came out garbled as his tongue swirled around the bud. he looked up at you mischievously batting his lashes. 

“i’m not uncuffing you if that's what you think.” you said sternly gripping his locks and pulling his head from your chest to look down at him while your hips were bucking erratically on top of him. 

“hurts.” 

“good,” you replied with a smile that was quickly replaced with an open mouthed gasp and a tighter grip on his hair. he thrusted up into you, filling you to the brim, your walls squeezing his cock. 

“can i please? been fucking dreaming of your cunt.” he leaned back resting his arms on his head for some relief. “i mean literally,” he paused with a groan eyes moving down from your sticky chest to his cock disappearing into your cunt. “having wet fucking dreams like a loser.”

“you are a loser and a filthy pervert. dreaming about your roommate who you’ve been peeping on it’s fucking disgusting.” he reeled at your words shooting to his cock, squeezing his eyes together fending off the urge to release hot cum inside your tight hole like he had dreamed. 

“tell me your dream.” his eyes opened glazed over with lust and desire looking at you, cheeks red and glasses fully fogged hiding the dilation of his pupils. 

“had you, in my bed.” he paused when you rocked particularly hard against him. “laid down all pretty. fucking sexy, was fucking you so good. you kept crying and crying and wanting more. shit- fucked my cum into your cunt.” his words went straight between your legs stomach tightening as you clenched around his cock before you brought your fingers from his hair to his chest and already to his abused nipples. 

“fuck oh my god you’re gonna make me cum,” he cried hands falling from his head to push against your stomach trying to stop you. 

“you gonna fuck your cum into my cunt?” you teased feeling your own orgasm rushing towards you. he nodded squirming at the feeling doing everything he could to stop himself. but your warm tight heat was sucking him in like a vice, he wanted so badly to bend you over ass up and fuck his cum deep into your cunt until you were full and dripping.

“then do it,” you demanded. he stared at you as if asking for permission eyes glinting up at you with need when you nodded back at him. he wasted no time, his arms moved up and over you trapping you against his sweaty chest, hands splaying over your back and moving down to try and grip at your ass, as his hips sped up beneath you. the new angle allowing him to fill you up deeper, cock hitting you perfectly. skin smacking together moaning in unison as he pounded into you.

“i’m gonna cum, hyuck,” you whined, eyes closed as he stared up at you with determination.

“cum on my cock, fuck. gonna fill you up,” he groaned, his tongue licked against your chest again driving you over the edge with a cry and shaking legs.

“holy shit,” you mewled, letting the pleasure overtake you, grinding down on his hips in return.

“fuck you’re so fucking tight,” he whined, suddenly you not only wanted him to cum but you needed him to. bringing your fingers from his shoulders to tap your fingers down his chest and pinch at his nipples.

“fuck, y/n,” hot breath hitting your neck as he groaned. you were dancing on the edge of over sensitivity.

“cum for me, fill my cunt up, please hyuckie,” you whined, he responded with a moan and jerk of his hips letting his hot cum shoot deep inside of you.

he continued thrusting into you looking down at the white ring forming around the base of his cock as you tried to push at his hips to stop him but he had you pressed against himself. 

“don’t wanna fucking stop, shit,” he groaned as his hips finally slowed the overstimulation spreading down his own body making his toes curl and legs shake. 

you fell against him, head tucking into his neck as you caught your breath. his hands smoothed over your back relaxing you. 

“gimme your hands,” you finally said breaking the silence and he lifted his arms from around you bringing them between you both.

“you take the cameras down tomorrow,” you said sternly and he nodded. you grabbed his hands pressing a button on one cuff to unlock it before doing the other. once his hands were free he brought them back around you, grabbing your ass like he had been wishing to do before lifting you up. 

“shh, let me,” he answered before you could protest. he laid you back against the couch before pulling out staring between your legs watching his cum slide out. he leaned down face to face with your cunt again. his fingers spreading your pussy as he leaned in to lap his own cum from your cunt. you gawked at him watching him lewdly slurp your pussy collecting every drop of your combined juices. 

“you really are disgusting,” he just smirked up at you from between your legs. not moving as he let his tongue roam your cunt again.

“nope,” you said pushing a hand against his head already feeling overstimulated. but he didn’t really care you tasted so good and looked so good from where he sat.

“hyuck, ‘m sensitive,” you whimpered, protests going unnoticed as you squirmed and pulled on his hair.

“just taste so good,” he mumbled, hands reaching to grab your thighs he so desperately wanted to grip earlier. he felt unrestricted this time hands kneading your skin feeling the goosebumps rise.

“too much,” you whined when he suckled your clit into his mouth. he tried to hold back a smile peaking up at you through his frames, eyes shut tight, lip pulled between your teeth, pretty face twisted in pleasure.

he couldn’t get enough lapping at your hole still tasting himself mixing with you. just reaffirming that he had really fucked you it wasn’t some fever dream. he fucked you and made you cum twice and came in your pretty pussy.

“so fucking good. just stay still,” he groaned into you vibrating against your cunt making your legs shake around him.

“so hard, ‘s too much, hyuck,” you whimpered, your other hand had moved up to grip your breast while the other stayed pulling at his locks.

“just one more, baby,” he smiled, leaning back to admire the way your cunt was gushing all over again before settling back placing kisses over your lips and clit. he moved one of the hands holding you down rest just above the action where he was fucking his tongue into you. his fingers swirled over your clit making you whine.

“sound so pretty. even better in person,” he chuckled, the pleasure was bubbling in your stomach all over again.

he watched you shiver knowing you were close he moved his fingers and suctioned his mouth around your clit flicking his tongue over the swollen bud listening to your whine and whimper was music to his ears.

“cum,” he said releasing for a moment before diving back between your legs slurping at your cunt. you couldn’t hold it back legs shivering around his face again, crying into your palm as you came.

“good girl,” he said between licks, he finally pulled away when the tugging on his hair got to be too much. you laid there catching your breath staring up at the ceiling.

“you’re pussy is like the most perfect creation, swear to god,” he said rather seriously taking you from your empty day dream to look over at him admiring the space between your legs. he glanced up at you making quick eye contact before watching your still fluttering hole. your head felt full and foggy but also empty and numb.

“would you sit on my face.”

“no more,” you said sitting up to push him off.

“maybe like tomorrow,” he asked with a smirk.

“shut up,” you groaned moving your legs from around him and rolling off the couch. wobbling on your feet he lifted a hand to slap your ass playfully, you whined cuffs in one hand and toy in the other before walking down the hall. he watched you patter to your room listening for the door. 

“wanna play more zelda,” he called when he got off the couch, legs equally as shaky. 

“yeah in like thirty minutes,” you called back making him smile. 

before long you were both back together on the couch, cleaned up and somewhat put together sitting beside each other sharing his double vanilla yogurt ice cream and bickering back and forth about the gameplay. 

“can i put one in your room?” haechan asked when the conversation had lulled. you sat up staring daggers into him. 

“have you learned nothing?” 

“if i say no will you do that again?” he smirked over at you. 

“god you really are sick in the head.”

“i love it when you’re mean to me,” he said, tilting his head to tease you. 

“probably a little too much don’t you think?” you asked, rolling your eyes and leaning back. 

“a normal amount for a perverted fuck like me,” you laughed at him eyes drifting back to the screen when he unpaused and started to play again. the room was somewhat quiet until he offered you tips and tried to tell you what he was doing in the game. 

your mind was drifting similarly to the way his did earlier. the idea of having him watch you but knowing this time was arousing all over again. you thought to the camera that was still in the room that had recorded the two of you fucking not even an hour earlier. you wondered what it would be like if there was a camera in his room that you could watch. catching him jerking off at his desk or humping his pillow or having a wet dream about god knows what. 

“you can put one in my room but only if i get to put one in your room,” his jaw dropped, not expecting you to agree and add delicious stipulations. 

“are you fucking serious,” he said, as link fell from a sky island to his death. 

“yes, but don’t be weird about it. we’re not making this weird,” you said gesturing between the two of you and whatever this relationship was. “also no watching if there’s someone else involved.”

“deal,” he raised his hand for a shake of agreement, he tried to seem casual but his mind was running a marathon at all the prospects. 

“since you’re being so generous, will you tell me who’s been eating my ice cream?” he said tipping the popsicle stick to you, you laughed over at him. 

“shotaro.” you responded with a glint in your eyes.

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[livfastdieyoung69]

Don’t worry I don’t mind it at it.

Can you a 2004/05 Randy x reader: the reader is the wwe diva who Randy had a crush on despite her fellow divas warn her to stay away, it’s wasn’t until Randy the legend killer tells her that he is in love with her after the reader wins the women’s championship.

BIRDS OF A FEATHER

(Randy Orton x gn!reader, who’s kinda bitchy)

Considering you had just won quite the prestigious title during the last pay per view, you were finally given a bit of a break. You still had to show up for Raw the following Monday, just no wrestling. Obviously, you loved your job just as much as every other professional wrestler did, but some days you really wanted a break from the physical torture you put your body through.

After the camera greets you and the crowd cheers from the view of you on the jumbotron, Championship belt over your shoulder, you’re practically skipping to catering with pride. You rush to the line after picking out a table for you and your shiny, new belt which you gently place on the cheap folding table you’d chosen, much like the ones under the ring.

“Hey. Congrats on your win.” A calming voice, deep too, very deep, speaks from behind you after calling your name. Turning your head, you find a smirking Randy Orton, something you seem to find a lot these days.

“Hey, Randy! Thanks.” You responded, a smug grin covering your face before you turn back and grab a serving of the usual catering options. A little bland and boring, but it was full of protein and carbs, which is what the locker room needed. You would have invited him to sit with you if he didn’t have an entourage of snickering friends behind him, watching the two of you interact. “You did pretty great too.” You offered after a moment of silence, looking up to find him still gazing at you.

”Listen,” The way he said your name should be illegal. Really everything he says should be, somehow everything sounded good coming from him. If he told you he ran someone over you’d kiss him on the cheek and tell him you were sure it was an accident. “I was thinking, maybe later we could go-“

Suddenly your arm is grabbed, and you’re yanked away from Randy and out of the catering line with a yelp.

“I need to talk to you, it's urgent!” Trish Stratus speaks quickly as she speeds out of the catering room, you stumbling behind her.

”God, I’d hope so with the way you’re pulling me!” She shoves you into an empty locker room and follows you in.

”What the hell, Trish, my belts in there! I’m hungry and you totally made me leave my food in the catering line and someones gonna throw it away or something!” You yelled, a little harshly, but mostly just annoyed and unforgiving in your hunger.

“Just wait a second.” Your eyebrows raise and your mouth falls open in astonishment as she raises her hand in your direction, the other resting on her jutted hip. She’d pulled you away and acted like everything had to happen just this second, and now she was telling you to wait?

“Don’t tell me to wait a second-“

“Sorry, I’m here.” Stacy Kiebler pants, her back against the door she just pushed through.

“What the hell is this? Is this a fucking intervention from the blondes, cause if it is thats like the whole roster and I’m not waiting for all of you.” You get a laugh from Trish, but Stacy only rolls her eyes at you with a scoff. Not that you were joking anyways, you really did get bitchy when you were hungry. Well, bitchier.

”Only these blondes. We just wanted to tell you to stay away from Randy.” Trish starts, quickly getting to the point. Your eyebrows furrow, confusion taking over as you take a seat on the wooden locker bench behind you.

”Uh, what do you mean?” You trail off with a small laugh, finding their reasoning for this pretty ridiculous. Stacy calls your name from the side of Trish as if it were obvious why.

”He follows you around like a little puppy dog. But like ripped, and really hot,” Trish glares at her. “Anyways, he's totally into you, and you should be worried.”

“What am I supposed to be worried about? He’s been way nicer to me than, like, basically everyone here.” You lean back into one of the lockers, over the conversation. Considering the company you worked for, and your high up position, you’d think it’d be obvious you can take care of yourself.

”Okay, well, you’re kind of a bitch and he's a douchebag so I think you naturally get along.” It was true, but Trish still loved you. She was just about the only person who could deal with your attitude. “All we’re trying to say is he's not the best guy out there. Randy’s RKO’d both of us, we’re prime examples of his bad behavior!” You stand with an aggravated sigh and roll your eyes.

”Well, I don't know what to tell you, he's never RKO’d me,” You start making your way to the door. “And if he tries I’ll rip his eyes out or something.” You mumble as you pass the two of them and slam the door on your way out, rushing back to catering in hopes to find not only your title still there but also your food.

Thankfully, your title was fine. Your plate, not so much. And your favorite option was gone thanks to Trish and Stacy taking so long with their dumb ‘intervention’ so you grabbed what was left and tried to swallow it down, which wasn’t going so well considering you were pouting and doing nothing but sitting and staring at your new paper plate.

The seat next to you slides out, the one to your right, the one on the left holds your title. Randy slides in it with a grunt and plops the plate you had made earlier right in front of himself.

“Ohmygod, Randy! You saved my food for me, that's so sweet!” All thoughts of your conversation in the empty locker room leave you as the thought of a full stomach comes forward. The way he was looking at you didn’t help either. Before you can take your plate though, he scoots it to the other side of the table with a smug grin.

”Magic word?”

”I take my compliments back. You suck.” You gave him a glare but he only put his hand up to his ear. “Ugh, c’mon!” He still gave no response so you finally gave in. “Please, Randy?” That was probably the sweetest you could be. Fake, but the sweetest you could be, and luckily it worked. He slides it all the way to you and you're quick to start eating. He even grabbed you one of the cheap, plastic sporks. He watches you dig in and the two of you hold awkward conversation for some time, enough time that you’re almost done eating.

“Anyways, earlier, I was gonna ask if you wanted to go out and have dinner? Offer still stands.” You stop chewing for a second and look up at him, before leaning back in your chair with a smug grin and finishing your bite.

”Y’know,” You started before taking another bite. Its always fun to keep a man on his toes. “My friends all hate you.” Friend, technically, just Trish. As mentioned, you didn’t get along with very many people and you were pretty sure Trish had recruited Stacy because they had both been RKO’d. “‘Cause you, y’know, RKO’d them.”

“Is that a no?” He sounded pretty disappointed. Looked it too.

”Oh, no, we can go to dinner. You’re hot and sort of considerate to me atleast, so.” You take your final bite with a shrug. “I just wanted you to know what you’re getting yourself into.”

He watches you stand from your chair and grab your title, quickly throwing your plates away. Suddenly you stop right before you leave catering and look at him over your shoulder.

“And you’re paying!”

ive found the secret to writing, its instrumental music with no words i just listened to the daredevil soundtrack on repeat

this was fun to write, i love writing bitchy reader if you couldn’t tell from my mjf stuff plus i feel like it really fits with this time period of randy. really any time period randy, someone get him a bitchy s/o, it just makes so much sense to me

PLEASE REMEMBER, I ONLY WRITE GN!!!!!!!! I’LL STILL WRITE A REQUEST IF IT SAYS FEM, I’M JUST GOING TO WRITE IT GN!!!!

[sweetbottletops]

When Agu said one phase was ending and a new one was beginning I didn't realize the next phase would be putting Aya in the Pain Cave.

Ch 102

It looks like Koga is spending at least part of her juice box lunch periods with the cool kids now.

The bully (he hasn't earned a name) still seems to be mentally in that desk-kabedon Koga delivered earlier. I don't think he actually knows much about music, but he is still firmly stuck in her orbit with the other cool kids. She's got that kind of pull.

Meanwhile the subculture kids are in the hallway. It's easy to forget they aren't the cool kids and typically stuck to each other even before Koga. Narita gets to be included because Exhibit A.

It's always awkward when a friend crosses over genres and samples other groups at school. Even so...Aya is a touch too in the dumps for Chizuru to believe this is just related to Koga spending her lunch period with the norms. "Because of that?"

Chizuru is the drunken master of love gurus. Never misses even when she doesn't know where she's aiming.

Aka: Back in simpler times when Koga was having an existential crisis and being needy and Aya could fill her needs. Now Koga appears to be doing just fine in her identity and even found other people to talk to about music.

A twist of the knife. How the turn tables.

On a superficial level it doesn't seem like a big deal, but they are teenagers so everything is a big deal. Add in the fact Aya is closeted and hasn't been able to openly share her real feelings even to her best friend all this time and it's complicated.

She couldn't even do abstract girl talk at the overnight trip because "Onii-san" was right there among the girls. And her earlier gushing with Chizuru always was hidden behind "Onii-san".

Aya can only talk a bit more openly to Narita and Kanna and even then she's relying on them to fill in the blanks to accept why she's at this extreme level of desperate about Koga.

From Chizuru's POV Aya had never been interested in boy talk until "Onii-san" came into the scene, and "he" has drifted in and out of the scene unnamed like a "boyfriend" from Canada.

But she never pushed the issue. It was girl bonding stuff and something Chizuru had with Aya that was theirs if that makes sense. And then when Koga appeared Aya stopped gushing outside of when Chizuru would bring "him" up. Which was sus...

Chizuru is about to be jump scared with the title of this manga.

v v v

Chizuru is firing in every direction now. Her? Him? You?!!

The readers who had to have it spelled out to them vs the readers who knew. It was yuri all along.

She's hugging HERSELF. Help her!

The extra sad thing is going all the way back to the Radiohead performance it was Koga who reset them as friends.

Aya had an odd reaction to that at the time. Her crush wants to be friends. "There's no other option, right?" She didn't retract her crush after the reveal. It was Koga who downgraded them to friends and she went along with it. And it was fine at the time because it was the same Koga, however they were going to call it, and she got to at least be Koga's favorite and only.

Which isn't the healthiest considering how isolated Koga was, but when that's as close as you think you'll get with someone you like it's not so bad. She's stuck being hyper aware of how close she has the right to be and worries she might overstep and make Koga uncomfortable. What she wants is how close Joe and Kanna are. And that’s something she doesn't think she'll get. So there's the conflict.

Now Koga is the one feeling comfortable as herself in public and Aya is the only one left hiding who she is. From her perspective she thinks Koga doesn't know who she really is or how it will go over if she found out.

Team Chizuru + Nartia have a lot of work ahead of them. But now that they know at least Aya is not totally alone with her feelings anymore.

[cozage]

Made for Two

A/N: Should there be a part three? Let me know. But also kjdsfshdfh;elihfsd;hfdfdfrukhjdslfh I loved writing this. I almost cried a few times at how disgustingly sweet it is. 

Characters: gn reader x Sanji

Cw: some angst and sadness, reader going through a breakup :(

Total word count: 3.3k Brief Summary: You thought Zoro was the only person for you, but after a bad breakup, a certain cook attempts to cheer you up.

Part One < | > Part Four | Masterlist

Recipe for Two

Your fingers outstretched, seeking the warmth of another body on this chilly morning. You must’ve arrived near a winter island overnight, and the heating system hadn’t kicked on yet. Your hands came back empty, and you resisted the urge to cry. 

You remembered yesterday, Sanji’s kindness and his delectable food he had served up just for you. You remembered how he climbed into bed the night before and you curled into him, falling asleep easily for the first time in days. 

But he was gone now, and his warmth was too. You opened your eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them, trying to shake the disappointment of being alone again. 

You got up and changed into a new, warmer outfit for a new, colder day. It wasn’t until you stood at your door that you realized you couldn’t leave. Leaving meant facing Zoro. And you weren’t ready to see his mossy hair or his tanned skin yet. But leaving also meant seeing Sanji. Your hand rested on the door handle, weighing your options of stepping into the light or hiding in the darkened room. 

A double knock came from the other side of the door, making the decision for you. You swung the door open, meeting the blue eyes of your favorite cook. He looked surprised that you answered so quickly, but a smile quickly spread across his face when he saw you. 

“Morning,” he said, holding up a silver platter. “Sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up, but I brought breakfast.”

You smiled at him and stepped aside to let him into your room, but he stayed where he was outside your door. 

“I thought we could eat out on the deck today,” he offered, glancing outside. Your heart pounded in your chest at the thought.

He must’ve seen the panic in your eyes, because you saw his face fall slightly as he watched you waiver. 

“I suppose that would be okay,” you say hesitantly. The last thing you wanted to do was be out in the open for a long period of time, but Sanji made you feel safe. All you had to do was focus on him, and you’d be okay. 

The sun was still low in the sky when you walked onto the deck, and a piece of you breathed a sigh of relief. Zoro would still be sleeping for at least a little while longer. It would be unlikely that you would run into him if you could finish breakfast fast enough. 

Sanji directed you over to a table on the grass that was under the shade of the tree. Freshly squeezed orange juice sat in two glasses, and he pulled the chair out for you to take a seat. He placed the silver tray in front of you, removing its lid, and sat across from you. His own plate had food on it this morning, and you smiled at the change from last night. 

“You set the table for two today,” you say, looking at his plate. 

“You shouldn’t have to eat alone,” he returned your smile and raised his glass. 

You mirrored him, clinking your all’s drinks together, and took a sip before digging into the breakfast he had prepared for you.

“Ah,” Sanji said softly, looking around. “I forgot something in the kitchen. I’ll be right back.” He got up quickly and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you alone. 

You could hear footsteps on the deck above you, and your heart quickened as you heard them descend down the steps. Your eyes stay fixated on the food in front of you, scared at who you might find if you look up. 

“Y/N!” Nami’s voice pierced the air, and you felt your muscles relax at her voice. 

You looked up just in time to see the tangerine haired girl drop into the seat across from you. She casually grabbed a piece of bacon off of Sanji’s plate and began snacking on it. “How are you doing?”

“I’m…” You stop for a moment, trying to think about how to best answer that question. “I’m okay, I think.”

The navigator’s eyes light up at your answer. A smile flickers across her face, and she takes a drink of the orange juice sitting in front of her. 

“Really?” Her eyes slide over to the entrance of the kitchen, but she doesn’t say anything further. 

You laugh slightly and roll your eyes at her implication. “It’s not like that, Nami.”

“Oh, it’s not?” She lets out a loud and piercing laugh. “I heard he didn’t go back to the boys cabin last night. You’ve been around Sanji almost as long as I have, and you really think its-”

You hear a door swing open behind you, and she pauses. 

“It’s not!” You cry out, taking the opportunity to defend yourself. You turn around to find the cook, trying to get someone else on your side. “Sanji, will you please tell Nami that nothing happened last-”

You find moss hair instead of blonde, and you’re stunned into silence. You lock eyes with the swordsman for a few seconds, before he cuts his eyes to the table and food in front of you. 

“Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath, turning away from you and Nami. You can feel your cheeks pink at the implication of his words. He slinks away, climbing up into the crow's nest.

“Good morning to you too,” Nami huffs at him under her breath, leaning back in the chair. “He’s been like that since…” she trails off, realizing her error.

You stare at your eggs, having suddenly lost your appetite. You hear a door swing open and the familiar click of Sanji’s shoes across the wood of the Sunny, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him. 

Sanji’s sweet voice comes from behind you as he approaches. “I was thinking we could make macarons today, like we talked about?”

You hear his words, but you don’t respond. You can’t bring yourself to break your gaze away from the eggs on your plate. You hear the hatch slam shut from the crow’s nest above and you flinch at the sharp sound. A moment later, blaring music filled the air. 

“Stupid marimo,” the cook hisses. You can see him and Nami exchange glances with each other. “Do you want-”

“I’m fine,” you snap, blinking away the tears that were misting your eyes. You grab some toast from your plate and shove it into your mouth, painfully aware of Sanji and Nami’s eyes on you while you do it. 

The three of you sat in silence with only Zoro’s music to fill the air. Nami picked at her plate while Sanji lit another cigarette, and you did your best to eat despite the overwhelming urge to throw it up. 

“You don’t have to finish it,” Sanji said, watching you struggle. 

You didn’t respond. You just kept eating. You were thankful for Sanji’s grace, but you knew how much he hated wasting food. Thankfully Luffy saved you. He zoomed by, saw the food, and made a quick u-turn back to the table. 

“Sanjiiiiii,” he whined, looking at the spread laid before you and Nami. 

“You can have it,” you said, pushing the plate away from you and standing to your feet. Luffy didn’t seem to notice your mood as you walked away from the table, and he dug into the food you had abandoned with blissful glee. 

Sanji stepped forward and reached for your arm. “Do you want-“

“I’m not feeling well actually,” you said, dodging his advance to make a beeline for your room. “I’m just gonna go back to bed.” 

You stopped for a moment at the door, and turned around one last time. “Thank you for the meal, Sanji. It really was amazing.”

He smiled at you and nodded. “I’ll call you for lunch.”

You shook your head. “A knock will be fine.” And with that, you left the deck of the Sunny and returned to your darkened room. 

At lunchtime, a double knock came at your door once, and then again. Your eyes flicked over to the door, illuminated by the soft glow of the new fairy lights strewn around your room. But you stayed in your bed, safe under the covers. One more double knock came, but after a moment, you heard the soft click of Sanji's shoes receding away from your room. 

He knocked at tea time, and again at dinner, but you never got out of bed to answer him. Every time you heard him knock, a piece of you begged to get up and meet him halfway. But you could never get your body to move the way your mind wanted you to.

You didn’t cry. Not as much as you thought you would. You had a bit of a meltdown after breakfast, but it seemed like you had run out of tears since then. Now you were stuck in a state of immobility. Incapable of moving, incapable of caring. 

A few hours after dinner, a double knock came again. It came again, and then a third and fourth time. 

“Are you hungry?” a soft voice asked through the door after the fourth knock.

“No.”

He waited a moment before speaking again. “Do you want…company?”

You hesitated. You did want Sanji to stay with you. But you also didn’t. The whole thing was very confusing and entirely too much for you to process right now. 

“Y/N?” The cook called from the other side of the door. 

“No.” 

The reservoir of tears must’ve refilled at some point, because they spilled out onto your pillow as you heard his footsteps retreat from your room.

You tossed and turned for hours, the bed feeling too big to be alone in. You finally gave up on trying to sleep and got up to find something to eat. You wrapped yourself in a blanket and tiptoed out of your room onto the deck. It was still freezing outside, the winter climate lingering.

You were surprised to see the kitchen light on, and you peeked inside the window to see who was up at this late hour. 

Sanji’s back was to you, leaning onto the counter. He was reading the News Coo, an unlit cigarette held in his hand. 

Your hand raised to the door. Your knuckles rapped against the door twice, and you saw him tense at the sound. When he turned, he found your figure peering through the porthole and he smiled at you. 

Your heart soared as he rose from the chair and walked to the door, unbolting the lock he had in place during the night. He opened the door and held it for you as you walked in.

You walked towards the fridge, looking for something to snack on to ease your hunger. You hadn’t eaten since breakfast, which was your own stupid fault, but maybe you could find something to hold you over until tomorrow. 

“What are you doing?” Sanji asked. You could hear the snap of his lighter, and the familiar smell of fresh cigarette smoke filled the air. 

“I’m just going to grab a small snack, if that's okay.”

“No, it’s not okay,” he said sharply. You froze at his words, trying to understand. Was he really going to punish you so harshly for not eating any of his cooking today?

“Sit,” he said, walking over to the stove. “I’ll make you something.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I know.” He sighed, pulling out some pots and pans. “But I want to. For you.”

You stood in the middle of the kitchen, dumbfounded at his response. He was being so kind to you, after you had avoided him all day and hadn’t even eaten the food he had worked so hard to make for you. He set the pots and pans down on the prep counter and turned, pausing to look at you. 

You stood there staring at each other for a few moments before he smiled at you. You searched for it, but there was no hostility behind his eyes. Only kindness.

“I need to get to the fridge,” he whispered, still smiling down at you. You blinked, suddenly aware of your position in the room. You shuffled quickly to the side, allowing him access to the refrigerator. 

“Sit down, my love. Please.” Sanji hadn’t called you that pet name since you and Zoro broke up, and it took you by surprise. You couldn’t deny that it sounded nice rolling off his lips. 

You did as instructed, and you silently sat and watched him cook. Sanji worked silently as well, the only sound that filled the air was boiling water and the chopping of ingredients. 

He ladled out two bowls of soup, placing one in front of you and the other in front of himself. 

“Why soup?” 

He smiled and took a drag from his cigarette, deep in thought. You brought a spoon to your lips, blowing gently on it while waiting for an answer.

“My mom used to make it for me,” he finally said. He looked down at his bowl as if he were trying to recall an old memory. “Whenever I wasn’t feeling well.”

It was the first time you had heard him mention anything from his childhood. Sanji talked a lot about the Baratie and Zeff when people asked, but he hadn’t mentioned his life before that much. And he certainly never mentioned his mother. 

“Did she teach you how to cook?” you asked, trying to tread lightly. 

Sanji chuckled softly to himself, as if he were thinking about a joke only he would understand. 

“No, that was Zeff. But she always supported my dream to be a chef. She ate everything I made.” You could hear his voice growing thick, as if he might start crying. “She was amazing.”

She was amazing. You tried to ignore the use of past tense in Sanji’s words, but it was obvious that it was painful for him to think about her. You allow the spoon to pass through your lips and take a taste. Flavor fills your mouth, equally bold as it is comforting. 

“I can see why she made it. It’s delightful.” You grab another spoonful and bring it to your lips, hoping this one will cool faster than the last. 

Sanji smiled, finally looking up from his bowl at you. His mood lightened and his enthusiasm returned to him. 

“Yeah!” He agreed. “It really is delicious, isn’t it? I love to make it, but it never turns out right when you try to make a big pot to share with everyone. It's a smaller, more intimate meal. It’s really just made for two.”

“You and your mom?”

He nods. “And now for me and you.”

You return his smile with one of your own, and you eat the rest of your meal in silence. You can’t help but thank the universe for working out to place this eager blonde cook on the same ship as you on this vast ocean. You didn’t understand how someone like Sanji could exist, but you were thankful for him nonetheless. 

When you finished your bowl, he took it from you and placed it in the sink. He ran water to start the dishes, and began cleaning up the rest of the kitchen. 

“Are you still hungry?” He asked, looking at you.

“No, no,” you say quickly, not wanting him to burden himself further. “That was perfect actually. Your mom knows what she’s doing.”

He smiled at you, but you catch a glimpse of sadness in his eyes as he turns away, and you silently curse yourself for bringing up his mother again. 

“Can I help with anything?” you ask, trying to recover from your slip up. 

“I’ve got it, thank you though. You should get to bed.”

You bite your lip and watch him stack up the dishes in the sink before he turns back to begin wiping down the counters. You really don’t want to go back to your room. And you’ve been alone all day, you’d rather not return to it yet. 

You walk over to the sink, and begin to scrub at the bowls with the sponge.

“You don’t have to-”

“I know,” you say. “But I want to. For you.”

You can see his cheeks redden at your comment, but he says nothing. The two of you silently clean up together, enjoying each other's company while doing your own tasks. 

When you both finish, you walk out onto the deck together. Sanji turns off the kitchen light and locks the door to discourage your captain from sneaking in for a midnight snack, and the two of you are plunged into the inky darkness of the night. Only a few soft lights shine on the deck now, and you can see thousands of stars in the sky above you. 

You gasp in surprise, and softly touch Sanji’s arm to get his attention. 

“It’s beautiful!” you whisper, excitement in your voice. 

“Indeed,” Sanji says, watching you. “Should I turn out the lights so we can see better?”

You nod, and the two of you walk around to extinguish the lights on the deck. You return to the grassy area and lay down next to each other, your eyes to the sky. The cold was already nipping at your nose, but you ignored it.

“Do you think we’ll see a shooting star?” you ask, looking over at the cook. 

He chuckles. “Maybe if you keep your eyes on the sky.”

Your gaze returns to the stars, looking for any sign of movement. After a few minutes of nothing, Sanji sighs in defeat. 

“We should get to bed,” he says sadly. “It’s too cold out here for us to stay much longer.”

“A few more minutes!” you beg in a hushed tone. You scoot closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder, desperate for warmth.

“Alright, alright.” He wraps his arm around you to get comfortable, and you snuggle further into him. Your eyes are still on the sky, but you can feel your cheeks warm from being so close to him again. 

You sit in silence for a few more minutes, waiting for any sign of movement in the sky. Your fingers and toes feel numb, and you can see your breath, but you’re determined to find one shooting star before you have to go inside. 

“There!” you cry out, and you watch a star streak across the sky.

“Make a wish,” Sanji mutters, and you can hear his teeth chattering through his words. 

You wished for warmer weather, for a night where the cold didn’t force you two inside away from each other and the beauty of the sky above you. 

But it didn’t come, and the two of you got up and turned on all of the lights that you had extinguished and quietly tiptoed back into the cabin area. 

“I’ll see you in the morning,” Sanji said, his teeth still chattering. He started to walk towards the boys room. 

“Sanji?” you called, and you saw him pause and turn back to you. 

“Yes?”

“Can I request company? Or is it too late?” You asked. You were thankful for the darkness and the cold. It hid the blush that rushed to your cheeks.

“It’s never too late for that, my love. Let me change and I’ll be over.”

You nod and return to your room, changing into warm pajamas to stay comfortable through the night. Two knocks came at your door, and you opened the door quietly to let him in. 

You crawled into bed, and he followed you. He pulled you into him without remorse, and his freezing fingers sent shivers down your back. 

“Are you as cold as I am?” he whispered to you softly. 

“Freezing.” Your cold feet rubbed against his legs to prove your point, and he stifled a laugh and he pulled his legs away from your assault. 

“Rude!” He whispered back to you, but he pulled you close to him and held you tight. He returned his legs back to their place, intertwined with yours. “Sweet dreams, my love.”

[bonzos-number-1-fan]

TMAGP 12 Thoughts: Nostalgia Bait

I have no real preamble on this one. I think it was a fun, straight forward, episode without too too much to really sink out not-soft teeth into here. Also please laugh at that subtitle, I'm very proud of it.

Spoilers for episode 12 below the cut.

A lot of office stuff here it feels like. Not a huge amount to really say on it as like with the rest of this episode it's more building on stuff we've already seen than it is adding new things to the show. Which is obviously not a bad thing but it's fairly straightforward. Celia and Sam are going on a date, which is cute, and Alice is very obviously jealous, which is also cute.

"You wouldn't be tempted?" "No" [bzzt]. Uh huh.

So first things first for the incident, this episode took places on 09/03/2024. 09/03/2024 is the date the incident in episode 10, Saturday Night, was filed. So everything that went down here was the same night that Gwen gave Bonzo the instructions and presumably he just killed whoever had their name in their. We don't really know who that was as of yet. Of the known characters I said it'd likely be Klaus but this was someone new. They're only identified as "Baz" in the episode, assuming the first victim was the main target, and we don't know any Bazs, Basils, or Barrys AFAIK. But if that's someone Gwen would know I think that only leaves two or three people it could be. I think most people will think Baz is a Bouchard or some other family member. I think it's possible that it's either someone on the corporate ladder that Lena eliminates as a show of "this is what it takes to move up in this company". There has been a lot of focus on Gwen's naivety in that area after all. The last main option I see is that it could just be someone fairly "random". Not someone Gwen is necessarily connected to but just some form of threat. Gwen "knows" them more in a general sense of "you know what I'm sending him to do, eliminate a threat". Hard to say just from the incident alone. The lunchbox and theme tune are "real" too, which is fun.

Outside of that not a load to say but it was a fun episode and it's nice to see Bonzo doing Bonzo things. It's really interesting that he appears to have either two "forms" or that he's got some sort of mental manipulation abilities. When Gwen saw Bonzo, despite being aware of him from TV, she reacted with abject horror. The party guests didn't. So either Bonzo didn't look like his current self or he's able to manipulate people's perception of him. Both would account for the reactions he got. Just a guy in a Bonzo suit. Not a sweaty meaty monster.

After that we just see Gwen horrified by the case. Which is an understandable reaction but I don't think its an elucidating one. I wouldn't say how she reacts shows anything beyond terrifying realisation about what the OIAR is. Her brief conversation with Alice also leans in that direction. So if it's a family member it doesn't look like one who's loss is felt as an immediate gut punch.

The only other comment I have on this is how refreshingly different Bonzo is being treated as a primary monster in this show. Unlike in TMA which did a lot of slow build up, small appearances, and things like that we've gotten two episodes very close together where he shows up and is a large focal point of the episode.

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Incident/CAT#R#DPHW Master Sheet

DPHW Theory: 4728 all seems pretty reasonably for what we saw. Death and Helplessness were not major thematic factors but Pain and Weird very much were.

CAT# Theory: 1.

R# Theory: B is totally in line with my ideas on this.

Header talk: Mascot (Kids) -/- Frenzy is what I have been waiting for. Sweet repetition. Sweet, sweet repetition. Episode 10, Saturday Night, was CAT1RB2275 - Mascot (Kids) -/- Murder. An identical Section (Subsection) with a different Crosslink.

This largely confirms that Crosslinks impact DPHW gradings. It doesn't say much about how these things are calculated but I'd wager it's something like Section (Subsection) gets a rating that is then modified by a Crosslink. Rather than all those combinations being in the book. It's not exactly useful information but does give more clarity on the role of the Crosslinks. With both cases having the same CAT#R# it's impossible to say at the moment whether that can be changed by the Crosslink.

[hisonlyreid-er]

School Girl Crush Pt 3

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5| A new BAU member appears and Spencer sees her as a little threat to his status of boy genius. Being unable to get comfortable with each other causes some issues within the team. Will they be able to move past it and work together?

Spencer Reid x FemBau!OC Warnings: a little angst, minor swearing.

Cold stung at my nose, flushing my face red. My coat wasn't providing enough shelter from the chilly environment. The small walk from the SUVs to the hotels reception was freezing. My trainers carried me quickly towards the door in hopes of returning some feeling into my everything. I glanced at my team. Morgan had nothing more than his jacket on and he looked totally fine. Stupid Morgan.

The lobby of the rural hotel was heating me back up, the feeling in my hands finally returning. Leaning against the wall, I watched Rossi and Hotch talk to the receptionist. My to-go bag was sat by my feet, waiting to be directed to a room for the night. It was our first night on this case so the rooms we got now would most likely be 'home' for the next week. It was past 12 so we were all pretty exhausted and it showed. The usual banter was nowhere to be seen as the team stood around, waiting to be assigned a bed. Hotch and Rossi walked back towards us, a strange look on their faces. "We've got some rooms." I waited for the but. "But, there's only 4 so we need to share." Hotch breaking the news erupted a series of groans. Decisions had to be made and they had to be made quick. JJ and Prentiss would clearly pair up. Rossi had a room to himself if he could and considering the number of keys in Hotch's hand, that was possible. My options were slim. I could either share with my boss, with Morgan or with Dr Reid. I needed to decide quickly before it was decided for me. I spoke up.

"Bagsy Morgan." He looked over to me, a little surprised. "Wow. I'm flattered Colesta." I pulled a disgusted face as I looked at him. "Garcia's not going to be a happy lady." Prentiss sounded tired but the humor was evident in her voice. Wanting to lighten the mood, I joked back. "She'll be fine as long as I send her some pictures." I wiggled my eyebrows at her, causing some chuckles from the group. Morgan seemed utterly appalled at my words, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water as he looked to Hotch for backup. Even Hotch seemed a little amused. His face didn't show it but you could see it in his eyes. "Agent Colesta, do not take photos of your sleeping colleagues." It seemed like such a stupid thing for my serious boss to say but it brought a happier mood. "Fine." I gave in, rolling my eyes but the smile stayed on my face. Dr Reid ended up sharing with Hotch. All of us headed towards our rooms. Morgan hadn't started walking yet. When the girls and I passed by, I whispered to him quietly. "I'll just take a video." Before he could respond I followed after JJ and Prentiss.

"I'm surprised you chose to share with Morgan. I would've thought you'd share with Spence." I looked over to JJ as she spoke. I could kind of understand where she was coming from, Dr Reid and I were close in age, shared some interests. Shaking my head, I sighed, preparing to confide in my colleagues. "I don't think he likes me very much. Any time I talk to him, he brushes me off." My shoulders slumped in defeat as I finally admitted to what had been bothering me for the past 4 months. "Reid is just weird with new people. He'll warm up to you eventually." Prentiss patted me on the shoulder as we came to a stop outside our rooms. I had heard that same thing so many times from Garcia but it was too late to argue, so I just nodded and smiled politely. The two of them bid me goodnight and entered their own room, laughing with one another. All I could do was hope that in time, I'd be as close with the team. The key turned easily as the door to the room opened. Just before I walked inside, I just so happened to glance down the corridor. Dr Reid came around the corner, head down staring at the floor. His hair was a bit of a mess and cardigan disheveled. I just wanted to be friends with him. Was that too much to ask?

After I shut the door, my first, very grown up action was to launch myself face down on the bed. Very mature of me. My limbs were spread out over the duvet as I shoved my face into the pillow. God, it was like being 15 all over again. I didn't move when I hear the door open and heavy footsteps enter. It was obviously Morgan based on the fact they had a key and had the same weighty gate as the door kicking FBI agent. "What's up with you, mate?" He was so annoying sometimes. I didn't bother lifting my head from the pillow before speaking. "Why does Dr Reid hate me?" A loud laugh made me shoot up and glare at him. Such an arsehole. "Do not laugh at me Derek Morgan." He held his hands up in faux surrender. "Boy genius doesn't hate you." Rolling my eyes wasn't enough to prove my point. It was so obvious that he hated me, anytime I tried to talk to him I was met with one word answers and annoyed tones. "Feels like it." I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling with self-pity. Morgan drops down onto the bed next to me, dipping the mattress by quite a bit. "Give it time." I couldn't take this anymore. Pushing myself to my feet, I grabbed my to-go bag while making a beeline to the bathroom. "If one more person tells me that I'm going to lose my rag." That man laughed at me, again. The mocking I was sure to get later didn't matter. This was so stupid. I don't know why I cared about what Dr Reid thought. I didn't need his approval.

Luckily, our case was over within a week. I got along great with Morgan but I couldn't survive one more night sharing a bed with his snoring. God, the man sounded like a tractor. It wasn't ideal to be packing away at 10pm but we all just wanted to go home to our own beds. I stood in the reception area at the hotel, patiently waiting for the rest of the team to hurry their butts up. My fingers intertwined as I rocked back and forth on my feet. Footsteps sounded behind me, they were light and uneven. Dr Reid appeared in my peripheral as I stared at the doors to the hotel. No words were exchanged for a moment. It was the closest I had ever been to him. A slight scent of coffee reached my nose. Weird, there was also the smell of old books and leather, probably from his satchel. "I don't hate you." The sound of voice made me jump in surprise. Then the words processed. I looked over at him, my mouth slightly agape in shock. He didn't hate me? "What..How did you..?" The sentences weren't forming properly so I just spat out a jumble of mismatched syllables. "Hotch and I were in the room next to yours and the walls are pretty thin." My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. God, he must think I'm so pathetic. Good job Lyn. "You never want to talk to me. I've been here 4 months and this is probably the longest you've tolerated me." I let out a bittersweet laugh as I spoke. Now it was his turn to look shocked. The receptionist must think we're insane. How long does it take the team to grab their bags? "I'm sorry." He sounded so genuine, it caught me off guard.

We didn't talk after that. The rest of the team joined us and it was as if nothing happened. On the flight back, I run over the interaction again and again. Maybe things would be different from now on.

It was around 1 by the time we could leave the office. My brain was lagging behind as I trudged towards my car. "Bye Colesta." Prentiss went her own way, as I dug around my bag for my keys. They were in here, I knew they were. I was always checking on my keys, too paranoid to risk it. My fingertips brushed the cold metal of my house keys. Relief. For some unknown reason, I glance over my shoulder. Dr Reid was there, clearly on his way home. Our eyes locked and he raised a hand to wave at me. I didn't even think about it as I waved back, smiling at my coworker.

It was only when I was halfway home that it clicked. He waved at me. That was a friendly interaction. This might actually be the start of a change. It made me feel giddy. That was weird. Why did I care? I went to a British all girls school, I was use to people disliking me. But the idea of him not liking me made my chest hurt. Strange. I just wanted to get on well with my coworkers. That was it. It had to be. I was still thinking about it when I entered my dark apartment. It was still on my mind as I lay in my own bed for the first time in a week. I was tired, I should have fallen asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. But the thoughts kept me awake. Oh god. My heart dropped as I realised. I had a crush on him. Every time I thought I felt uncomfortable around him or nervous when we spoke, was me getting butterflies. How could I let this happen? I was beginning the career I had always dreamed of and now I was acting like a giddy school girl around the coworker I thought hated me until about 3 hours ago. Lyn Colesta, the stupidest woman in the world. I pressed my face into the pillow and yelled while thrashing my arms and legs. It was like being in high school all over again and I had a stupid school girl crush. Going to work was going to be fun. I was just settling into my role in the team and now I was going to ruin it by having a silly little crush on the resident genius.

Goddamn Spencer Reid.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi :) i hear you give advice and i very much need some. I’m 15 and I live in a pretty (very) conservative christian area.

My older sibling is 19, and came out as trans to me like a year ago. Ngl I didn’t really know what that meant, cause we don’t learn about that stuff (except for your classic, anything that isn’t “normal” is wrong). But he just told me that he’s happier with he/him and with his new name. But he hasn’t told our parents yet, so I have to use the old stuff in front of them when he comes back for visits (he’s as uni) which feels gross cause I know he feels uncomfortable but it’s fine. 

I sort of thought the he/him thing would be weird, since that’s not how i’ve addressed him my whole life, but after a couple of months it was actually super easy. We call each other like twice a week, and I was worried we’d drifted apart after he told me but actually were closer than ever, I feel like I know him a lot better now. 

Oh but his old name, the one parents gave him, SUCKS. And now I can’t mock him for it cause he picked a new one, which seems unfair to me but I can come up with new material, i’m creative.

Anyway, he told me that he’s been saving up and he’s gonna get top surgery. He’s had a pretty good job since  school so I guess he’s been saving since then. I hear it’s expensive. 

But it made him decide to tell our parents. So when he came up and visited, just before he left, he told them.

That was last week. They reacted terribly, as we knew they would. And they’ve both been yelling about it a bunch. Saying stuff like “He (okay no they’re actually using she but I won’t be doing that even in writing cause it feels wrong cause it’s my brother) is totally insane” or “He needs therapy, we failed him.” or “How dare *old name* do this” or “he’s delusional” and a bunch of other awful shit like that.

So I have two options. I can try and encourage them to do little things like use he/him for my brother. Or call him their son instead of daughter. Or actually look at photos of him now (he very much doesn’t look like a girl anymore- idk how they didn’t realise tbh). Or how he always did little things like cutting his hair and hating dresses and other stuff like that.

I’ve often been able to help my parents be nicer about stuff. Like my friend who’s a lesbian, they hated her at first but now they’re nicer about it.

But maybe if I do that they’ll start yelling about corrupting me (as they’ve done in the past) and harass my brother worse and be even worse about it all. 

It’s hard to know which direction it’ll go.

And look I still don’t really get it. But also it makes sense, you know? It’s like the final puzzle piece being slotted in, all those things he used to do make sense now. 

My parents say I can’t interact with lgbtq+ stuff cause they’ll corrupt me. But like- not to be rude but, aren’t they corrupting me? My brother HAPPY. I don’t see how that’s wrong. And they’re the ones telling me I should be actively encouraging him to be- what, sad again? Uncomfortable in himself. 

I don’t know, i’m not totally sure I understand my parents or my brother. I got tumblr in the first place since it’s the only thing I could think of that’s online (so I could hide it) and probably has lgbtq+ people on it so I could- idk get used to it I guess. 

And now i’m here. 

When it comes down to it, I want my brother to be happy, and if he’s happier as my brother than my sister then I don’t see why I should care about him switching pronouns or whatever. 

So I want to try and help my parents see it like that too. And they often do see new sides to things when I point them out. So maybe id be helping.

But there’s also the chance they’d get more mad at my brother for corrupting me and that’d make him upset and that’s not what I want. 

So yeah, any advice? 

It’s kinda scary coming from my small town onto the giant internet of people i’ve been taught are weird. But you guys don’t seem that weird. I mean- you do but weird like i’m weird, not weird like ill. (Sorry if any of this seems rude btw, I might not get it but i’m trying really hard not to judge anyone, since it’s pretty clear to me that some of the things i’ve been taught aren’t correct). 

Also why do my parents think my brothers ill anyway? I know him, i’d know if he’s ill. Also i love history, and trans people are all over history. I mean they’re never said to be trans but watching my brother, it’s pretty obvious other people were like him. 

Anyway, thanks and have a good summer 💖

Hi hon!

I want to tell you, it sounds like you have a really good head on your shoulders and you're an amazing support to your brother. You should be so proud of yourself.

I think you need to think about what is best for you and your mental health. If speaking up to your parents about your brother could end in them getting mad at you, it might not be a good idea. You've been doing amazing at supporting him while staying quiet, and I know he knows you support him. It might be best for yout o quietly educate yourself online without making a fuss, until you aren't relying on your parents as much for money, food, and shelter- kind of like your brother did.

This also might be a good thing to talk to your brother about, too. Like you said, this could affect him, and he probably knows your parents well. He might have some good advice <3 But you don't HAVE to stand up to them if it's not good for you. It's okay to educate yourself, and be an ally in other ways <3

Naming you history anon <3

(also wish your brother luck on his top surgery for me!)

[blainesebastian]

milestones

words: 1,381 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request): “can you do one where reader decorates her and Austin’s apartment to celebrate his Oscar nomination? maybe something like baking a cake, or setting up balloons bc celebrating milestones is important“  notes: thanks for the sweet request :)  warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylesmendeshearted, @rairaielv,

You and Austin are perfectly aware of how busy life can get—both of you dove into acting at a young age and it’s been a passion and commitment ever since. If you’re not currently on a film set, you’re preparing for a role, or investing your time and energy into research, going to auditions, meeting with directors or producers, having your publicist and agent line you up for interviews, events, the works. It’s constant and all-consuming and you’ve learned that you have to take time to breathe, to slow down, to check in with yourself and loved ones because if you don’t, things are capable of flying right by you.

It's important to celebrate milestones.

Which is why you’re attempting to bake a cake for Austin.

As you’ve told practically anyone who will listen, your boyfriend is one of the most hard working people you know. And yes, you definitely like to humble-brag about it. The thing is, Austin deserves to be recognized—not just for Elvis, but for every single project he touches. He puts his entire heart and soul into what he does and it comes through on screen and not only that, he’s incredibly kind and thoughtful to anyone he works with, any interviews he might give, or any fan he runs into on the street.

You really can’t say enough.

So when he calls you about that Oscar nomination? You practically scream right in the middle of the grocery store. You’re unbelievably happy and proud of him, can hear the tears in his eyes coming through the roughness of his voice as he speaks to you on the phone about how he can’t quite believe it.

Regardless that it’s taking some time to settle in for him, you know exactly what to do and make it your mission to make sure he knows how much he deserves this upon coming home. He’s out for drinks with Baz, his publicist, something he invited to you but you had originally declined because you were busy with work. Unknowingly, things with your agent wrapped up sooner than you expected so you were getting some much needed grocery shopping done. Hearing this news though? The perfect segway into getting the apartment decorated as a surprise for when Austin comes home.

You should have about a two hour window, he was just meeting Baz when he called you in the store. And in theory? It’s plenty of time for what you’re trying to do. You know it’s probably really corny but you got these gold streamers to hang on the fireplace in the living room along with the golden speckled sparkle balloons floating against the ceiling down the hallway until you reach the kitchen. There’s a banner, too, a simple congrats! hanging across the expansive windows behind and above the couch.

Probably too much but you can’t be worried about that right now—you’re concerned about this cake and the time you’re losing, trying to make sure this is as close to perfect as you can get. Except…

“The cake is flat.”

Your mom kinda hovers over the phone, definite confusion in the silence, “Flat?”

Lord, this is why you don’t bake, “Yeah, it’s—I dunno. I followed all the directions to a T.”

She hums, “Did you preheat the oven?”

You crinkle your nose because no, you…you swore that was a thing you could totally do without. Isn’t that optional? “I didn’t think that was like…something you had to do,” And ugh, now you feel like an idiot because the cake batter has essentially cooked at a half-ass temperature for a half-ass length of time. “My friend Suzanne never preheats her oven and her baked goods come out perfect.”

“That’s because she pretends her store-bought cupcakes are right from her kitchen, dear.”

You crinkle your nose but then can’t help but laugh…actually, that would explain a lot.

Leaning against the counter, you switch your phone from one ear to the other, listening for a moment to make sure your boyfriend isn’t home yet, “I dunno what I’m going to do—Austin will be home soon and this was supposed to be a surprise, not a letdown.”

“I’d say a half-baked cake is definitely a surprise.”

“Mom,” You whine and her soft laugh filters through the speaker before she tells you how to adjust the oven to fix and finish the cake.

You feel…kinda confident? When all is said and done and the oven beeps. You’re able to take it out and let it cool for a little as you whip icing together. At least you can taste that throughout to make sure it’s not an utter disaster and, well, at the end of the day it’s the thought that counts right? Telling yourself that a few times, you begin to icing the cake and hum a bit to yourself…you’re pretty sure the bottom is a little burnt. You shake your head, setting it back on the counter once you’re done with the icing. At this point, you’re just hoping it’s edible.

“Yikes,” You mutter to yourself and then hear the front door open.

Eyes widening, you scurry out from around the counter and into the hallway, grinning when Austin has the door all the way open.

“Surprise!”

And your boyfriend blinks because he’s barely come inside, toeing off his shoes and taking his jacket off as the door closes, “What?” He laughs lightly and then looks up, the balloons against the ceiling, leading down to the streamers and signs and admittedly you’re smiling the entire time, watching as he takes it all in.

Following him into the living room, you curl your hair around your ear, “Congrats.”

There’s this moment where Austin shakes his head, emotion playing with the blue of his eyes and he runs his hand along his lower jaw before he turns to look at you. In one swift motion he picks you up, a laugh startling from your lips as you slide down his body and you’re standing in front of him.

“Thank you baby,” He whispers, leaning down to kiss you.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, keeping him close, smiling against his lips as the kiss sends unending butterflies into your chest and stomach.

It’s a small gesture, you know, something that’ll probably pale in comparison to the recognition he’s bound to get from all over in the next few months. But you couldn’t not do it either, all of this translates into how proud of him you are, how much you love him—even if it’s just streamers, balloon and a cake.

“You baked?” He asks, motioning to the kitchen with a tip of his chin.

A soft laugh leaves your lips, cheeks kissing pink before you nod. Wandering into the space with him, your rub the back of your neck and pick up the cake off the counter, setting it down in front of him on the island table.

“Yeah—or well, I tried.”

Austin shakes his head and you already know what he’s thinking—that you didn’t have to go so out of your way to do any of this for him over a nomination. But it’s not just that, right? It’s celebrating all the steps he took to get here, all the hard work and long hours, passion and frustration, sweat and tears. It’s about recognition, about seeing him.

You grab two forks and hand him one, sitting down at the counter. Austin moves to stand around you, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder as he digs his fork in and takes a bite. There’s a bit of icing on the corner of his mouth and you grin before wiping it away with your thumb. Humming, you take a forkful as well in anticipation and—

It’s not that bad!

The cake is moist, the icing is pleasant but not overdoing it on sugar and you triumphantly have another bite because baking this thing and not ruining it feels like a milestone within itself.

“Sorry the bottom is a bit crispy.”

Austin chuckles warmly, “Wasn’t even gonna say anythin’.” He tilts your chin with his thumb so that you’re looking at him and he leans down for a slow kiss. It’s just as sweet as the icing.

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Yandere Male Musume | Barricade

Last Part

Sipping at the beverage in your mug you tried to relish in the sanctity of your new door. Just yesterday Smith miraculously appeared with a hungry stomach and Pypi’s exchange student card in hand. Waving the construction workers in he adamantly demanded you not have sex with any of your tenants which earned some whines before those two specifically Milo took that as an opportunity to start another fight. 

“Hey uh, Smith since it's so crucial that I don’t do that could you maybe put a–monster boy proof specialized door.”

You figured you’d give it a try while he was maintaining this facade he might as well buy into your barricade. Smith stopped chuckling as he pushed his sunglasses further up his nose as you assumed he was peeking at the monster-boys wrestling on the ground behind. 

“Sure babe. All to make sure you don’t push yourself onto these boys?”

There seemed to be a silent form of agreement as you nodded. He laughed again blocking his face with his hand as he directed the various construction workers. By the time they finished Smith dismissed himself with a full belly and you were testing the new boundaries of your door. 

“DARLING! PlEASE let Us iN!” 

“Yeah! How are we supposed to mate when we’re both not behind that door!”

“...Actually just let Me in darling!”

Man were anime builders just the best. The thuds of what had to be Milo’s hands and tail were nothing against the strength of the steel door. Even better, the picking you assumed that Pypi was attempting to do was completely fruitless as the only key that could bypass its lockpick-safe was hanging pretty around your neck. You prided yourself on your initiative to stash some snacks before locking yourself inside. Waking early you stepped over the sleeping monster boys to get your mug and breakfast before retreating to your sanctuary. 

Finally with time alone you could register all the new changes to the timeline you knew so well. So far none of the timeline has changed in spite of your best efforts. You didn’t want to lose hope that you could escape this but the chances were getting slim. In a public space, under a roof, and a pile of cats Pypi still found you and ended up as your latest burden. On top of that the bizarre affection for you seemed to have been totally unprecedented. You…could see Miia doing something like you saw Milo do since he ‘was in love.’ But you couldn’t exactly see her threaten the man of her affections because there was a chance he’d evict her or knowingly squeeze around him tighter until he agrees to give her affection. Even Papi was more of a bird brain when she first appeared enough so that she gave the impression of being an actual kid–a far cry from the male-harpy that only seems to have ‘nesting and mating’ on the brain. 

“Hehehe–”

It wouldn’t be long before the male Centorea showed up which no doubt would result in some pain and injury on your part. Perhaps when he proclaimed whatever allegiance to you that you deny him maybe so that he’d rather be interested in someone else–

“Heheheh—ah what is that?!”

Finally realizing the cool and scaly appendage that was tickling you was reaching from beneath the door. No! It seems the only flaw to your barricade was the slight opening beneath the door. 

“Awww Darling, you look or rather feel like you were enjoying that!”

“N-no I wasn’t! Now s-stop you’re g-gonna make me pee myself!”

“Sure!”

As soon as his muffled voice rang out his tail uncurled from around you to begin fiddling with the door knob. Standing up now you realized if you didn’t intervene he was going to get in. You at first try to pull him away yourself only for your muscles to be rendered useless with how powerful his tail was. Opting for another option you begin moving some furniture in front of the door. No sooner than after you finished putting a wardrobe in his path did the door click open. 

“Oh Darling! There’s no need to hide! I’m not too angry! I’ll be even less angry if you ergh-! Move this stuff from the door and let me in!”

You could feel the angry twitch in his brow as he lied in attempts to wedge himself in. Frantically looking for some form of defense you found none. But what you did find was the window you had previously kept locked in hopes to deter Pypi from discovering its access. Undoing the lock you let yourself out just barely hanging off a pipe as you could hear Milo break into the room. Refusing to look down you tried to manevuer your way down looking every which way in an attempt to figure out how you were going to get down. So focused on your way down you almost missed the muscular serpentine tail swinging at you from the open window. Keyword: almost. Losing your grip in a split-second effort to not be scooped up by the appendage you made a scathing descent into the grass below.

“Ow!” 

“Ahh! Darling! Oh no my poor baby! Why didn’t you stay still!? I’ll come down there right away!”

“Nope! No you don’t! You’ll get deported if you do that!”

His worried face quickly morphed into a smile that on the surface gave the impression of a calm lamaiae. In truth he was seething and the only proof was the light twitch in his eyebrows.

“Darling~didn’t we talk about what would happen if–”

“Not by me! The country will do it! You can’t leave the house without me, remember?!” 

“...” 

Silently scratching his nails at your concrete windowsill with a scary face, you took your leave. 

“W-well since I’m so hurt I’ll just take myself to the clinic down the road.”

“I can do that for you just fine, Darling. I’m very studious. I can recall all the muscles that allow you to run from me. So why don’t you come back-”

You didn’t bother trying to negotiate, finally limping off the property to go to the clinique. You wondered how long you had before Milo finally got over his pride and sent Pypi to retrieve you. Shaking off the anxiety you tried to think about the current issue now—that you were in a position to meet Centorea’s male counterpart. Unlike the original guy you were injured and not on a store run..though you did need to run to the store at some point. You were careful around intersections checking multiple times before crossing so that you weren’t going to be rammed by a centaur. 

You went on without issue, cheering to yourself as you began to make your way to the clinque just ahead. As you got closer you could make out the blaring lights of a police car with its side door open and waiting. You could see two officers apprehending some man in tattered clothes, another officer was speaking to a woman clutching her bag and another officer was speaking to a centaur. 

Not just any centaur but a blonde one that was happily pointing towards you as he nodded at the officer. You groaned as you continued to slowly make your way over, not bothering to rush as the officers eventually departed and the centaur trotted his way to you. Coming closer the centaur with those familiar features opened his mouth for that inevitable dreaded greeting:

“Hello I’m Centoreo, you are my destined master!”

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1) Wanna Feel the Edges Start to Burn | Explicit | 6,111 words

Harry gives him a gentle smile. “Feeling a little bit better?” Louis nods tentatively. “I think so yeah. Thank you so much for being so kind, but you really didn’t need to do this.” He lifts his unfortunately still shaky hand and runs it haphazardly through his hair. “It was just a spilled tea, I totally overreacted. I’m a bit embarrassed to be honest.” Harry scoffs. “Are you kidding me? Don’t be. I saw the whole thing, that guy was way out of line. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Louis gives him what he’s sure is a watery smile. “Erm thank you. I wouldn’t normally admit this to a stranger, but you’ve already seen me cry today so what the hell?” He forces himself to let out a weak laugh. “The thing is, my period is due any day now and sometimes the birth control pills make my emotions go a little haywire. I think that’s what happened.”

2) Quietly Our Hearts Beat | Explicit | 7,539 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be ready by AO3 users.

Louis and Harry in the universe of ‘A Quiet Place’.

3) Waiting | Explicit | 10,517 words

Louis Tomlinson was Harry’s omega, of this Harry had always been sure. Unfortunately for Harry, Louis seemed to think they were just best friends. The six weeks that Harry has to live with Louis were going to be rough.

4) All This Delusion In Our Heads | Explicit | 15,088 words

After Harry and Louis break up, they cope with it in very different ways. What will happen when Harry keeps calling his ex over when things go wrong in his life, but Louis just can't take it anymore?

5) Just My Style | Explicit | 15,443 words

Harry is sick, and the only thing that might help him is the pheromones from his mate--problem is, he hasn't got a mate. Louis' just been disowned, and taking part in a medical study where he has to cuddle with some strange alpha seems to be his only option for earning a bit of cash. The hippies and Omega Rights campaigners are busy changing the world--but all Harry wants is a chance to live.

6) How You Sleep At Night | Mature | 15,568 words

The one where Louis thinks he got left because he might be too much to handle, but then Harry appears in his life again.

7) Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) | Explicit | 28,000 words

Louis hasn't thought about Harry since half an hour after the shift started, when Krystle told him that she was binging Gogglebox last night and therefore didn't get enough sleep - a sure reminder of Harry’s temporary Gogglebox obsession. Five hours isn't much without thinking about someone, but that's as long as it gets. Louis came to terms with that two years ago. When Harry walked out the door with his stupid New Balance trainers and never looked back.

8) Let Me Carry Your Weight | Explicit | 28,633 words

Louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. On his journey to better himself, he meets Harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

9) Compass to my Soul | Teen & Up | 31,439 words

Note: This fic does not have smut, but it's omega Louis, so we included it.

Harry Styles, alpha, is 1/4 of the perfect pack, and 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time touring the world with his best friends and family. Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.

10) Stuck On You | Explicit | 33,983 words

Louis’ life revolves around his stickers. Harry’s life revolves around his job. The universe has decided their worlds should revolve around each other.

11) A Common Place Affliction | Not Rated | 36,508 words

“You should go home,” Louis muses, and Harry can feel the omega crouch down to become eye level with Harry, poking his cheek with a dainty finger. Harry lifts his arm, taking a peek at Louis’ face. Louis looks tired, he notes, but not exhausted, and there’s an eyelash stuck to his cheek. Harry doesn’t hesitate to lazily reach out and thumb over his cheek. “Can’t,” Harry croaks, blindly twisting his hand around to grab at Louis’ offending finger and just holding it. “C’mere. Take a nap with me,” he asks after a beat, opening an eye to look at Louis. Louis raises an eyebrow. “M’not going to nap with you in the middle of the ER, H.” Sighing, Harry squeezes the young nurse’s finger. “Nobody cares.” He knows they do; they’ll annoy nurses and probably worry patients when they catch sight of a nurse and surgeon sleeping on the job. Let alone in the middle of the emergency ward hallway. Harry can hear the complaints now: ‘these are the people we’re supposed to trust with our lives?’

12) To Paint A Symphony | Explicit | 40,583 words

Despite being a wedding painter, Louis has never had quite an optimistic outlook on marriage life. Love, sure, he’s a hopeless romantic and he longs for a sweet partner, to feel adored and cherished, but a part of him will forever doubt that love can last forever, a spark never lasts long, after all, so he paints because strokes of paint can remain forever and unchanged if looked after properly, cared and cherished the way he wished he could be, safe from an unsure future. Harry, on the other hand, as a performer and lyricist, indulges in pleasure. He loves love, never wastes a moment, never hesitates, always so sure of what he wants. Songs come and go on the radio, sometimes forgotten, sometimes transcending generations, the way people leave, and others stay. He never thinks of a future because he only ever lives in the present and he never was egocentric enough to think he could make a real impact and his art could outlive him. At a wedding under summer skies and surrounded by endless sea, two seemingly polar opposite lovers meet, and perhaps one learns to let himself feel and fall, and the other lets himself hope and cling on.

13) Wild Hearts Run Free | Explicit | 42,979 words

Harry is an alpha who is harbouring a dark secret, one that has forced him into self-imposed isolation, far from civilization and far from temptation. Louis is an omega who has fought the predispositions of his secondary gender his whole life and suddenly finds himself cast aside by his beta partner, leaving him to question his place in the world. When fate and Mother Nature conspire to trap the two strangers together, will Harry’s worst fears be proven, or will Louis find a way to break down his walls and lead him into the light?

14) This Glass House | Mature | 43,012 words

While deployed, Alpha Harry gets injured by an IED explosion, leaving him to deal with severe injuries in its devastating aftermath. During his road to acceptance and recovery he learns with the help of Louis and their children just how important family can be for the mind, body, and soul.

15) Hold Me How the Deep Night Has | Explicit | 48,018 words

Louis Tomlinson needs a change. Stuck in a cycle of going to the job he hates, spending time with his friends, and avoiding the one man he hates most in this world, Louis' in desperate need of something new. So when he discovers an abandoned notebook on the way to work, the decision is easy to take it for himself and begin a journal amidst the empty pages. What can't be expected are the words that appear overnight directly beside his own, written on the same day 400 years in the past. What are the consequences of a magical connection between two men of different centuries? And who, among it all, is the mysterious E who only exists on the other side of Louis' journal?

16) Made For Lovin’ You | Explicit | 52,637 words

The one where a quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate. The one where a quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.

17) Gallery Of Us | Explicit | 55,778 words

Harry knew what he was doing in life, everything laid out in black-and-white, each day pleasantly predictable. Cue lively art student, Louis, trying to find his place. An almost insufferably happy person who sometimes forgets to hide the way they feel meets the person who is diligent enough to notice and determined to make a difference.

18) Untamed Hearts Align | Explicit | 55,795 words

For as long as Louis has known her, Lady Margaret Tomlinson has had two aspirations for the remaining years of her life. The first was to out-dress the Duchess of Kent at every soirée and gathering. The second was to marry off her omega nephew to the most honorable – and highly ranked – alpha suitor she could find. He does not expect for her to arrange a marriage between him and the crown prince, and he certainly does not expect to fall for him. Everything changes when Harry disappears.

19) I’ve Got You | Explicit | 62,988 words

As a reward for saving the king's life, Harry is offered omega Prince Louis' hand in marriage. Neither of them has any interest in the union going forward, and so they concoct a plan to prove to the king that they are far from a perfect match.

20) You're Umami Baby | Mature | 87,429 words

Harry is a chef who never experienced umami until he meets his new dishwasher, Louis.

21) Echoes & Omens | Mature | 100,707 words

Echoes of the dead come in many forms. Their imprints forever tied to the ones who'd killed them. Louis Tomlinson is able to track the dead using their echoes, they call to him. He's used that gift to aid Scotland Yard in their investigations, with the hopes of studying Criminology at Cambridge University. He's lived a life of privilege and good fortune as a Marquess, son of the late Duke Tomlinson, with his life mapped out since day one. Until two terrible truths are revealed. One, he's adopted. Two, his biological parents are London's most notorious serial killers. Against his family's wishes, Louis travels to Chicago to uncover the truth of their incarceration. Much to his dismay, his biological mother's Lawyer, Harry Styles, wants to take his case. Together, they work to uncover what really happened all those years ago, but perhaps more is revealed than they could've ever anticipated. Trapped in a whirlwind of portents and omens, Louis and Harry find themselves pitted against an enemy they'd not foreseen.

22) You’ve Got A Higher Power, You’re Once In Any Lifetime | Explicit | 113,444 words

Giving up and letting them think they're right were never valid options in Louis Tomlinson's mind. In a society full of prejudices, finding a family and being accepted, also seemed like an unrealistic utopia. Louis sets out to do what no other of his kind ever has before and in doing so, he finds love, friendship and more about himself than he thought he would.

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Afterlife Lessons

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Chapter Eight:

“Okay,” Sam said, as soon as she and Tucker started walking back home from Danny’s, in the same direction for now.  “So clearly we misjudged how much Danny agrees with his parents.”

“Oh gee, you think?” Tucker said.

“Okay, okay, calm down,” Sam said.  “We’re just gonna have to convince him, that’s all.”

“That’s all?  Sam, we don’t even know what we’re talking about yet.  Our best option right now is to turn into ghosts right in front of him and say ‘hey, we don’t feel evil.’  And I think I don’t need to explain why that’s a bad idea.”

“Well I didn’t say I was going all in on convincing him by tonight,” Sam said.  “We’ll just have to figure it out.  We can take our time.”

“Sure, sounds great,” Tucker said, rolling his eyes.  “And in the meantime we’ll just deal with the fact that our best friend thinks we’re monsters now?”

“Oh, my god, would you give it a rest?” Sam said, giving Tucker a glare.  “You’re acting like I’m thrilled about this.  Look, we misjudged Danny’s reaction.  But we know where we are now, and we’re going to be able to come up with a game plan.  For now, how about you take a deep breath and stop freaking out?”

“And do what instead?” Tucker asked, crossing his arms.

Sam shrugged.  “I don’t know.  We can fly now.  You want to go flying?”

“Your solution to Danny thinking we’re both monsters now is to go turn into those monsters he thinks we are?” Tucker deadpanned.

“Sure, why not?” Sam said, starting to grin as she really considered the idea.  “Phantom helped us with the basic stuff, but now it’s our turn to figure out how we want to use our new cool as hell ghost powers.  Let’s go see what kind of fun we can have!”

She could see Tucker starting to consider it as she talked, and she could see the moment she had him.

“Alright,” Tucker said.  “But only if you—”

“Fantastic!” Sam called, grabbing his arm and pulling them both down a side alley, behind a dumpster and out of sight.  Tucker figured out what she was doing with just enough time to transform before Sam did exactly the same and pulled them both into the sky.

“Are you ever going to let me finish my sentences?” Tucker asked.

“Nah, that’s boring,” Sam said with a grin.  “Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know,” Tucker said, casting his gaze around.  “I mean, we probably shouldn’t, like, leave Amity Park.”

“Well no duh,” Sam said.  “I mean like— oh look a flock of birds!”  She grabbed Tucker’s and yanked them both upwards.  Unfortunately, she misjudged just how fast they were going and landed them right in the center of the flock, scattering them everywhere.  And when she let go of Tucker a second after, he went flying further up into the air past her.

“Okay,” Tucker snapped, flying back down to hover next to her.  “You’ve really got to stop grabbing me now.”

“Sorry!” Sam called to the birds around them.  She got a couple of angry chirps, but the birds regrouped in the space in front of them.

“I’ll get better with more practice,” Sam said, turning back to Tucker with a bright grin on her face.

“Good for you,” Tucker said, sounding less than enthusiastic.

“Tucker?  Sam?” came a newly-familiar voice.

“Phantom!  Hey!” Sam said, turning around with another grin in his direction.  “We’re not like, interrupting patrol or anything, right?”

“No, I do that later at night,” Phantom said, flying casually over to them.  “But what are you two doing up here?”

“Oh, that,” Sam said.  “So, fun story.  Turns out you were totally right about what Danny would probably think about ghosts, and it kind of really sucked to hear.  So we both came out here to have some fun and cheer ourselves up.”

Phantom frowned.  “Oh,” he said.  “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, you were the one who tried to warn us,” Tucker said.

“Don’t worry about it,” Sam said, waving it off.  “Moving on for now.  What kind of stuff do you do for fun?”

Phantom blinked, turning to face her.  “Fun?”

“Yeah, as a ghost!  What kind of stuff do you do?”

Phantom looked at her for another moment, like he still couldn’t understand the question.

“Uh,” Sam said, starting to get vaguely concerned.  “You do stuff for fun, right?”

“Stargazing’s fun,” Phantom said.

Sam blinked.  “Oh.  Really?”

“Yeah, you get a really good view from up in the air,” Phantom said.

“Oh yeah, I bet,” Tucker said.  “Plus you can totally sneak into the observatory!”

“That’s trespassing,” Phantom said, finally starting to smile a little bit.  “I’m supposed to be the hero?”

“Boooo,” Tucker said.  “Take a day off.”

“Heck yeah, let’s go,” Sam said with a grin.

“Go do what?” Phantom asked.

“Break into the observatory!  Tonight, after your patrol thing!  Breaking and entering has to be so easy when you can turn intangible.  Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” Phantom said hesitantly, but Sam could tell how much he wanted to go (why could she tell that?).

“Great,” she said, rather than bothering with an argument when none of them wanted to have it.  “Meet you there at 10!”

“That’s not what I— Sam!”

But Sam had already grabbed Tucker’s arm and was flying after the birds in the distance.

Tucker was laughing now too, meaning she’d succeeded in her goal of cheering him up and gotten them all plans to go to the observatory tonight.

…Which Danny would have loved to do.

Well, when they convinced Danny that ghosts weren’t evil, they could bring him along.  Until then, missing out was his own fault.

Mostly.  It was a little bit his parents’ fault.

…

Sam approached the front door to her house slowly.  Her parents had called the Foley house a couple of times at this point, she really couldn’t wait any longer.

But that didn’t mean she was ready to see them.  She hadn’t seen them since the last time she left for school, before everything happened.  She doubted they’d be able to tell something was different.  If Tucker’s parents hadn’t, hers definitely wouldn’t.  But she would know.  And she still wasn’t entirely sure how to play any of it.

Her reluctance, however, didn’t stop her front door from eventually being right in front of her.  And if she stood here for too long, she’d look like a weirdo, or a stalker, so finally, she unlocked the door and stepped into the kitchen.

Her mother was making pasta on the stove, but as soon as she saw Sam she set her spoon down on the counter and rushed over towards her.

“Sam!” she called, reaching out and taking her face in her hands, turning it back and forth.  “Oh, thank goodness you’re finally home, I was so worried!  Are you feeling better?  Those Foleys are horrid cooks, don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t ever have to eat there again!”

Nevermind, this would be easy.

“Mom,” Sam groaned, taking a step back and out of her mother’s grasp.  “Honestly, I’m fine.  Don’t blame Tucker’s family for some bad lettuce.”

“It wasn’t just the lettuce,” her mom said, pointing an accusatory finger in no real direction.  “Tucker got sick too, and I know you’re not trying to tell me that boy has started eating his vegetables.”

“Either way, it’s fine,” Sam said.  “I’m fine, I feel fine, and I’m totally ready to go back to school tomorrow.”  Her hand started tingling, and in the split second before it turned intangible, Sam managed to shove it behind her back.

“If you say so,” her mom said.  “But go say hello to your father.  And don’t think I won’t be watching those Foleys closer from now on.”

“Mom!” Sam groaned again, even as she did go to find her dad.

She didn’t have to look too hard, as her dad had clearly heard her, and showed up at the top of the stairs as she made her way toward them.

“Pumpkin!” he called, walking down the steps as Sam started up them.  He met her halfway and pulled her into a hug that had Sam sighing in exasperation.

“How do you feel?” he asked, pulling back and taking Sam’s face in his hands.

“Like we shouldn’t be doing this on the stairs,” Sam said, taking a step back.  “And like I want some time alone in my room.”

“Oh alright, just know dinner’s happening soon!” he called, starting down the stairs and thankfully letting Sam start up them.

She sighed again and walked to the top of the steps, intent on heading for her room.

Instead, however, she heard the familiar sound of her grandmother’s scooter rolling towards her, and suddenly her heart leapt to her throat.

“Hi, Grandma,” Sam said, doing her best to smile in a way that said nothing was different.

Unfortunately, her grandma had always had an easier time seeing through her than her parents.

She gave Sam a knowing smile.  “Were you really sick?”

Sam bit her lip and shook her head.

“Were you safe?” her grandma asked.

Sam nodded.

“Good.”  And with that, her grandma drove past her and towards the chair lift.

Sam smiled a little after her and started for her room.

Dinner was pretty standard, apart from one time she had to get up to use the bathroom because she could tell she was about to transform.  Thankfully, she could turn back without much issue, and then she just waited in the bathroom until a normal amount of time had passed.

And when dinner was over (and she’d eaten way more than she usually did, to the point that her parents started giving her strange looks), she went up to her room and hung out there until 9:30, when she heard her parents head upstairs to their own bedroom.  As soon as she heard their door close, she walked over and locked her own, and then headed over to her window.  She transformed, waited an extra moment to make sure no one else was coming to check on her, and then turned intangible and flew out her window.

She was planning on heading straight to the observatory, with a quick stop at Tucker’s house, since it was on the way.

Tucker apparently had the same idea, as he was waiting out front as she arrived.

Sam gave him a mischievous grin as she flew closer.  “You ready to do some breaking and entering?”

“Absolutely,” Tucker said with a grin of his own.  “You know, and stargazing I guess.”

“Oh yeah, that’s like, secondary,” Sam agreed.  “I’m gonna steal something from the gift shop.”

Tucker snorted.  “Something tells me Phantom won’t let us do that.”

“Well, he already told us we can’t be ghost fighting superheroes, so we have no choice but to become supervillains now.”

“Yeah, that’s totally how that works.”

“You don’t know,” Sam said, moving to fly away from Tucker’s house and start for the observatory.

They made pretty good time, though they still found Phantom there before them, even if he was a little ways off.

“There’s security cameras around the outside of the building,” he said as Sam and Tucker flew down to meet him.  “If we’re breaking in, we’ll need to do it from here.”

“Got it.  Meet you guys inside!” Sam called, and before either of them could say anything, she turned intangible and flew over towards the building.  She didn’t check back to see if they were following, instead flying right through the wall and lobby, and not stopping until she reached what was clearly the intended room for stargazing.

Then she lowered herself to the floor and turned back into a human.

“Geez, Sam,” came Tucker’s voice a second later, as both he and Phantom showed up through the wall.  “You think you could give me a little warning next time you fly off like that?”

Tucker landed next to Sam and turned back into a human too.

“Well I gotta keep you on your toes,” Sam said with a grin.

“Do you really?”

“Yes.  Now how does this thing work, Phantom, because I have no idea.”  Sam directed the last part upwards, to where Phantom was still floating above them.  After a second, he lowered himself down to the floor, and his tail shifted into two legs.

“It’s a giant telescope, Sam,” he said.  “It’s really not that complicated.”

“Oh, okay, you set it up then,” Sam said, raising an eyebrow at him.

Phantom met her gaze like a challenge.  “Fine, I will,” he said.  “Just a heads up, we’re probably going to have about five minutes to do this once I start.  It’s gonna be loud.”

Sam gave a maniacal snicker, rubbing her hands together.  “Speed run,” she said.  “Then we fly off, right?  Or do we just turn into ghosts and scare off the guards?”

“Again, I’m the good guy,” Phantom said.  He flew up to a platform above them that had a large telescope on it.  Sam transformed and flew up after him, and Tucker did the same, after Sam saw him eyeing the stairs and clearly disapproving.

Sure enough, the roof of the observatory made quite a loud noise as it started to slide open.  Tucker gave Phantom a nervous look, but for her part, Sam found herself starting to grin like a birthday girl.

Phantom seemed to know what he was doing, so it wasn’t too long before he looked through the telescope, stepped back, and nodded at it.

Sam took that as a cue to look, and stepped forward to look through the lens.  Through it, she could see clear images of stars and galaxies that she had no names for.  Even still, she was grinning as she pulled back and gestured for Tucker to do the same.

“Okay,” Tucker said as he pulled back.  “That does look really cool.”

“I know, right?” Phantom said, a sudden excitement in his voice that Sam hadn’t been expecting.  He darted back over to the telescope and started looking through, glee spilling into every word.  “If we had more time I could find Venus, but it’s not right where the telescope is pointing, and I have a feeling any second—”

“Hey, you kids can’t be in here!”

“And that’s our cue to go!” Phantom called, darting into the air to the surprised cry of the people below.  Tucker followed him quickly, but Sam hung around for one extra second and waved at the security guards.  “Just tell them it was ghosts!” she called.  “They’ll believe you, and you won’t even be lying!”

And with that, she flew off after Tucker and Phantom.

They were clearly hovering just outside the observatory waiting for her, but Sam shot past them, laughing in delight and soaring higher into the air.

“That,” she said, turning to grin at Phantom and Tucker as she stopped, “was the coolest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

Phantom smiled a little back at her, though it seemed a mix of exasperated and amused.  “Oh yeah?”

“Well, we didn’t get to make it to the gift shop to steal a bunch of stuff, so we’ll have to go back,” Tucker said.  “But agreed.”

“Oh my god, again, I’m supposed to be the— I can’t just let you guys steal things!”

“Aw, you’re no fun,” Sam said, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Don’t you guys have school tomorrow?” Phantom said, crossing his arms.

“You’re really no fun,” Tucker said, crossing his arms.  “Is it gonna be all rules and regulations and hero stuff with you?”

Phantom smiled a little bit, and Sam finally spotted the mischievousness she’d known somehow was there.  “Hey, I showed up too, didn’t I?”

“Yeah you did,” Sam said, grinning at him.  “So what do you want to do tomorrow?”

Phantom gave her an exhausted look.  “I’m never going to be able to patrol with you guys around, am I?”

“Why would you want to anyway?” Sam asked.

“Because that’s my job.  There are actual people to protect from ghosts, you know,” Phantom said in a clearly more serious tone.

��Okay, new plan then,” Sam said.  “Let us help you!”

“Absolutely not,” Phantom said immediately, all traces of joking gone from his voice.

“Well, why not?” Sam said.  “We’ve got the hang of the basics now.”

“Exactly, the basics,” Phantom said.  “Ghost fights don’t deal with basics.  They’re fast paced and dynamic and they can be brutal.  I’m not going to let you do anything like that until you at least have complete control of your intangibility.  And especially not alone.”

“You do it alone,” Sam pointed out.

“I’m not a beginner.”

Sam scowled.

“Okay, hey, back off,” Tucker said, nudging her in the side.  “He’s right.  We’d just get hurt.”

“Yeah, alright,” Sam grumbled.  “I’ll let it go.”  For now, she added in her head.

But there was such a relief in Phantom’s tone when he said “Thank you,” in response, that for a moment Sam almost wondered if she should drop it forever.

Before she could give it a lot of thought, however, someone from down below yelled, “Hey!” and Sam was back to grinning again.

“Okay, we should go,” she said, with a bright smile to both Tucker and Phantom.  “Race you guys to the Nasty Burger!”

She darted off before either of them could protest, laughing probably louder than advised.

[midnightsconspiracy]

CHOOSE YOUR LOVER

CHAPTER 4.2 - YOUR PLACE

Choose Your Lover - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: Joining the intelligence unit is nerve-wracking, but what happens when you have a crush on multiple members and they seem to also make advances towards you

Warnings: None

Word Count: 981

Requested: No

A/N: THIS IS A CHOOSE YOUR OWN DESTINY STORY FOR EITHER HANK OR JAY DEPENDING ON WHAT YOU PICK. YOU’LL BE GIVEN TWO OPTIONS AT THE END OF EACH CHAPTER, SO CHOOSE WISELY.

Masterlist

In the heat of the moment, your place sounded like a viable option, but it seemed your judgment may have been a bit off. Not only was the parking a nightmare and the place a total mess, you'd forgotten entirely about the person that was your roommate. Your house share was a situation of convenience really, both lacking the funds to live separately. And so with the sheer speed at which you were willing to move in, had the unfortunate circumstances of your living situation occurred. But, you hadn't always had such a complex relationship, in the beginning, you'd been friendly enough. You'd take turns cooking for each other, partake in the occasional movie nights and on multiple occasions she'd even invited you to tag along to a night at the bar with her friends. Things had gone south from there though, her once nice attitude had turned sour within a matter of hours, leaving your friendship broken without the possibility of ever being repaired. What had occurred that night that caused such irreparable damage you would never know, but still, you tried to be as civil as possible, going about your life without the need for conflict. It never occurred to you that bringing Hank back would be such a problem, you had your own room and were respectful of any boundaries she had set out. But as both of you came bounding through the door, smiles plastering your faces without a care in the world, her voice rang through the air, bursting your once perfect bubble.

"Y/N! What are you doing? I thought we'd established, no visitors on weekdays!" Screaming from the top of the stairs, she narrowed her eyes at you, completely disregarding the man beside you. Not only were you completely mortified at her lack of respect for you in your own home, but also for Hank, who awkwardly stood beside you not wanting to add any more fuel to the fire. Not caring about the consequences of your words or actions, you continued getting comfy in your own home, taking off your outdoor clothing while encouraging Hank to do so also. This woman was not going to ruin your chances of securing a date. "If you're going to create rules without me knowing, then expect me to break them." Grabbing the Sargeants hand, you quickly pulled him upstairs, giving a small wink to your roommate as you headed in the direction of your room.

Slumping down on your bed, you gave Hank a small smile, an apology that the night you'd expected to go so well had brutally turned in the other direction. Mortified by your roommate's actions, you stared up at the ceiling, embarrassment radiating off your body as you thought about what had just occurred.

Hank on the other hand felt quite amused by the situation. He, in the past, had experienced a situation quite similar, also having an equally distressing tenant reek havoc in his life. And so he wasn't going to let you dwell on it, instead laying down next to you, grabbing your hand to encase it in his own. The gesture comforted you slightly, thanking the stars he wasn't angry at you for ruining the evening. At that thought, tears pricked your eyes, your fresh start had been compromised against your will, and again you would have to find a new unit to join. You wouldn't be able to bear the thought of seeing him at work each day, the memories popping up at the sight of his face. And if he told the others in the team, god you'd be the laughingstock of the district. Y/N Y/LN, the person who tried to get with her boss and failed miserably.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, Hank held your cheek, rubbing away the tears as they fell.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He questioned, a comforting smile playing on his lips. "Im sorry," you cried, hiding your face in your hands. "I ruined everything by bringing you back here, and I made you feel so uncomfortable by including you in our drama, and you probably just came here to sleep with me and now im crying." Babbling on you failed to notice the amused grin that now graced the man's face, how you'd gotten everything so wrong. "Hey, hey, listen to me, you haven't ruined anything at all, if anything it was her fault, she had no right to intervene in your business." Pulling your hands away from your face, he proceeded to tuck your hair back exposing your red eyes and runny nose. "A-are you sure?" You mumbled back surprised at his actions. "Yes, I shouldn't have asked to come back here. You deserve a proper gentleman, someone whose willing to take you on a date first. I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise." Tugging you towards him, he brought you into his arms, smiling down at your sad face. He'd never been one to sleep with someone before going on a date, and God did he want to take you on a date. In the heat of the moment, he'd just been so desperate to touch you he'd forgotten his traditional values, something his father had always drilled into him from a young age, that women were people to be respected. And to him, you were someone more than special, someone who deserved way more than just a one night thing. "Maybe we should just forget this all happened. Tomorrow morning I’ll take you on a date to my favourite place in Chicago. Sound good?" "Sounds perfect."

In the end, that night didn't go to waste. And so as you drifted off into a content sleep tucked up in the man's arms, you thanked the universe. Because although it works in mysterious ways, sometimes a bad situation will have a very good outcome.

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THE END

[anxiety-elemental-kay]

Jade Shadows: Reactions and Gender Thoughts

I know opinions about Jade Shadows are a dime a dozen, but! I also have some Gender Thoughts I need to get out of my skull.

Spoilers under cut, natch.

There’s two things I want to talk about: my reaction to the quest itself, and Jade as a playable Warframe.

Part 1: Jade Shadows Story

I agree with a lot of people that the hype surrounding the quest was ultimately harmful to the story itself. The devs promised Stalker backstory, and we only kinda got that. I still don't know what a Low Guardian is, or even what the Stalker’s deal is. So he and Jade are sentient warframes like Umbra, I guess? And they were punished for being together? Why though? And despite this punishment the Stalker still hates Warframes and their role in the downfall of the Orokin? I feel like I'm missing a critical piece.

If the messaging had been more along the lines of “We’re getting an insight into the Stalker as a person and find out what he’s been up to lately” I think it would’ve had a more positive response. Instead it was framed as if we’d be getting answers, which we didn’t. Even upon completing the quest there’s a cheeky line in the codex about being left with more questions than answers.

That’s fine in a general sense, but that’s not what was promised.

As for the mystery of Jade… I’m disappointed that Jade turned out to be the Stalker’s romantic partner. It was the most boring option they could’ve picked. I was on board with the speculation that Jade Shadows was going to be a transition story; either the Stalker finds peace with herself and becomes Jade, or he used to BE Jade, but after the fall of the Orokin became the Stalker. At the very start of the quest when we see that Jade is, in fact, a separate person, I started to wonder if maybe Jade was his mother.

Jade just being his girlfriend who pops out a baby then dies… sucks ass. It’s boring! Even more than the problematic elements of this trope, I’m disappointed by this direction because it’s BORING! Warframe is a lot of things, but even when I don’t understand or don’t like the story, it’s at least interesting in its insanity and incoherence.

I desperately wish Jade was an actual character in the story. For example, since Jade is associated with the Jade Light, she could have been an executioner for the Orokin. That’s why she’s ready to give up her life to have her baby, her guilt about her participation in that system, and feeling that making a new life might begin to atone for taking so many. Not the best way to take her story, sure, but it would’ve been something!

At the end with the Corpus standing down when they realize the Stalker has a baby with him and letting him go felt dissonant. Especially with, uh, the state of the real world. There are people out there who are totally cool with murdering children, and I don’t believe the Corpus would ever let something as unique as Stalker’s baby go without a fight.

Since I’ve rambled about things I didn’t like, I want to spend some time talking about the things I did like! Because there’s plenty of that too!

Although the Ascension mission isn’t part of the quest itself, I really like the stuff with Parvos and Ordis! I’d never expected these two to interact, or for Ordan Karris to be brought up again! There's so many nice lore tidbits in there, as well as great character moments and animosity between the two. Delightful! Get his ass Ordis!

Speaking of Ordis, I loved him so much in the quest! I love Space Dad so much and it's always a delight to get to see him do things.

There was a brief mention of Umbra in the quest! When Stalker is trying to sneak onto the Orbiter and Ordis is patrolling, he calls out asking who’s there “Operator? Umbra? …Helminth?” I’m still disappointed he doesn’t get to be a character in the rest of the story after The Sacrifice, but its nice to acknowledge that he’s not just doomed to sit in the arsenal.

The message from Hunhow at the end of the quest was touching too. Jade and Stalker might not be trans but Hunhow is, or at least Sentients don’t adhere to common human understandings of sex and gender. Which still counts because I say so!!

I’m not wild about how the baby (I named him Orion) entered the story, but he’s a possible interesting thread for the future. How will the Stalker change going from a hunter to a carer? What does this new kind of life form mean for the rest of the system?

Whispers In The Walls is already setting up a longer story arc, so I’m okay with stuff just planting seeds for now! I know I was just talking about how a big problem with Jade Shadows was it failed to deliver a payoff after years of speculation, but I have enough respect for DE that I’ll wait and see. I always appreciate that they’re willing to take risks (I totally misunderstood how to do the, uh, mini game… but still… won???) even if those risks don’t pay off.

Part 2: Jade as a playable Warframe

Okay, so…

Here’s a bit of background for me to establish where I’m coming from when I talk about Jade: I’m an AFAB nonbinary person, and pregnancy is one of my few dysphoria triggers. I’ve talked before about how I would rather die than give birth. Any discussion of how precious or important motherhood is feels weird or gross to me, because I know I’m perceived as a woman, and those expectations could be projected onto me.

…So keep that all in mind when I say I think Jade being pregnant as a playable Warframe is interesting!

I don’t yet have Jade as of writing, but I’m still excited for her and hope to play her a bunch! When I watched the devstream where Pablo showed off her kit I was excited! She has a fun theme, she has interesting abilities, I love her visual design, and I love Titania so I’m happy to see another warframe that can fly! (I low-key keep forgetting Hildryn can fly because I almost never use that ability oops)

The reveal that Jade is pregnant was shocking during the quest, and sure I feel a bit uncomfortable thinking about equipping a pregnant frame… but that pregnancy is entirely aesthetic. The Jade we build is not the person who died, there’s no baby in there, and like any other frame, we can equip and unequip Jade as we like. In the same way the Tenno are not locked into one gender when picking a frame, Jade’s pregnancy doesn’t feel like a cage or a parasite the way real pregnancy seems to me. There’s no permanence or consequence to Jade appearing pregnant.

Additionally, being pregnant is entirely unrelated to any of her abilities or signature weapons. Though she was just Pregnant Girlfriend in the story, as a warframe she’s primarily Avenging Angel who just also happens to be pregnant. She’s still powerful and capable, her pregnancy doesn’t take that away, and that’s cool! People get Weird about people who are pregnant, like it diminishes their personhood or capability forever. This isn't a topic I know much about, because of the aforementioned dysphoria, but those are the vibes I get, especially from some of the critiques of Jade herself.

Thanks to everyone who stuck around for this whole thing! I know there’s been a lot of negativity around this quest, much of it earned, but I’m enjoying the update as a whole! Even if I have mixed feelings about the story, I’m not going to linger on the negative aspects because I don’t think that’ll do anyone any good. The devs will hear the criticisms the players have, and we all move on. I’m excited to get Jade and BE NOT AFRAID my enemies to death.

[gohan420]

Kindred spirits au

This time Vlad does try to overshadow Danny.

Vlad gets thrown out on his ass, sans his ghost half.

Turns out ghosts don’t overshadow each other for a reason.

Pointdexter did more of a mind swap than an overshadowing, it was different.

But not to worry!

Turns out, since Danny isn’t going through hell, and the fusion is two parts danny and one part Vlad, rather than a 50/50 split between himself and Vlad, he stays sane!

His priorities aren’t noticeably warped because Danny also wanted love, difference is that Danny understands that love isn’t a commodity that can be bought and sold for the right price.

And of course, Danny’s loved ones are not only alive and well, but they all love him!

So Dan 2.0 is not happening here.

Physically, it manifests in Danny getting blue skin, fangs, and pointed ears.

His hair and eyes stay the same because his personality doesn’t change, and he isn’t so eternally enraged that it passes for a twisted version of happiness.

The rest of his body changes because with Vlad’s ghost half comes a more thorough understanding and acceptance of the fact that he is not (fully) human, and that is not a bad thing.

His ice core is retained.

Dan’s costume change came later, and since he just had a more extreme version of Vlad’s personality superimposed on Danny’s memories, I suspect that Vlad’s flare for the dramatic is what caused that.

So Danny probably wouldn’t change his costume, or if he did, it would be in a different direction than Dan took it.

But back to Vlad, he just runs, as he just lost all leverage and power over Danny, and gave him a huge power boost to add insult to injury.

Dani is made to come home with Danny, as his power boost means she can’t sneak away quite so easily.

The fenton parents are totally oblivious enough to buy that a long lost and unknown relative just appeared one day.

Danny uses his wail to turn the building to rubble to stop any further cloning attempts in their tracks.

Valerie stops getting pink ectoplasm for her gear because Vlad has no more to give.

Maybe he uses traditional green, maybe he just ghosts her (ha), as she would be entirely ineffective against Danny at this point.

(She doesn’t get the technus uprgrade till later)

And if we go with the ghosting option, she might never get the upgrade, as she would run out of ectoplasm long before Technus could think of enhancing her gear.

Vlad becomes a very different style of villain as a result of this, because becoming a half ghost the first time was hellish, and he wouldn’t subject himself to that again.

Not to mention that he doesn’t know how Danny was able to become half ghost without being hospitalized for years, and thus cannot use that method himself.

So if he wants Maddie as his wife, Jack as a corpse, and Danny as his son, he’s gonna have to do things the human way.

And stay the hell out of Danny’s range until his plan is ready.

Dalv co would receive a lot of Vlad’s attention, as his ghost tech is his only hope of controlling Danny.

And the clones are now non-viable, as his samples of Danny from before that day are all used up and/or destroyed, and any new samples would be contaminated by Plasmius, constantly mocking his complete failure to control Daniel for even five minutes.

Thoughts?

[champi8n]

witch in love | kit walker

sypnosis: kit walker’s girlfriend is… a witch!

warnings: none it’s just happy!

you knew you were different to other people from a very young age, of course, you weren’t exactly sure what made you different until you turned 16 and after an argument with your dad you made everything in your room float for a split second before everything fell down and broke, causing your mother to sit down with you and have the talk

no, not the talk about sex, the talk about witches and how you were a direct descendant to one of the witches of salem or something like that, you weren’t paying much attention since you got stuck on the part where said “you’re a witch” but you kind of got an idea of what she explained

however, your mother had the option to send you away to learn more about those arts but she refused it, deciding it was better to homeschool you and teach you herself to control and expand your abilities

you didn’t complain, you quite liked it at home and you loved being the only student, apart from that you led some sort of double life, witch in secret and a normal student on the outside

you knew you couldn’t go around showing your abilities and screaming to everyone “i’m a witch, i’m a witch” but you also were good at hiding your little impulses

no, you weren’t a bad person and you totally wouldn’t use your powers to get your own way, but you couldn’t stand seeing injustice and bad things happening in front of you without being able to do something about it

so you began to act, you first made some boys who went to your school and bothered a poor girl in your english class with mean comments pay for their rudeness, you hated the way they made that girl cry by laughing at her hairstyles and her shoes, so after learning how to control people you made those boys slap themselves every time they opened their mouth towards that girl

you giggled in the back of the class as they looked at each-other confused, wondering what was happening as they felt the burn of their own slap on their cheek every time they tried to talk

that was the beginning of a new period of your life and boy, anyone who thought they could mess with you without any consequences were in for a complete ride

as you got older you graduated with top grades which came from pulling all nighters to study, not from using your abilities, and you decided to pursue a career in fashion

many people laughed at you for that choice, saying you should go for a career in healthcare or look for a job as a book keeper, but you were ambitious, you wanted more than the typical jobs women could get at the time

you managed to find an intern position in a small fashion magazine, however, you were treated poorly by your male co workers and it drove you mad, how thought multiple times about casting a spell to make their lives miserable yet you stopped yourself, knowing better than to waste your skills for those dumb boys

every time you had a hard day you would go to a diner that was near your work and would order yourself a chocolate milkshake with extra cream and unfortunately for you, today was one of those days

the cling of the bells as you opened the door of the diner and the sound of your thigh high boots as you walked to your usual table resonated in the place, catching some attention but that wasn’t unusual for you

you were very pretty and you knew it so you weren’t exactly surprised at heads turning to look at you when you go out, however you’ve rarely been out on dates as nobody has caught your attention

you twirled your hair as you looked through the menu even though you were gonna order your usual you still wanted to roam through the food in case you get hungry later

but you were surprised when one of the waiters in the place came over to your table and placed your pleasure chocolate milkshake in front of you even though you haven’t even ordered yet

“you must be mistaken, i didn’t order anything” you said, batting your eyelashes as you smiled to the person serving you

“we know miss, this is from the guy over there” they pointed over to a man sitting in the counter having a sip of what seemed to be a strawberry milkshake

his brown eyes met yours and he smiled at you, giving you a small wave with his hand to then look away and keep minding his business

you had no idea how he knew that was your favourite milkshake and you also had zero clue who he was as you haven’t noticed him before in the place yet the gesture did make you a little bit happy

but you didn’t want to make the guy pay for your order, you weren’t that type of person so you stood up with your milkshake in hand and walked towards the mystery man

you tapped on his shoulder to get his attention and you saw the way his expression went from surprise to a smile “yes?” he said

“did you send me this?” i looked at the milkshake in my hand and he nodded “thank you but i couldn’t possibly accept this, let me pay you back” you reached for your wallet but he immediately stopped you

“please, there is no need for that, pardon me m’am but you just looked like you were in a bad mood and i wanted to be nice” the man replied, brushing his hand through his hair as he continued to smile at you with courtesy

you blinked, amused at the stranger’s nice action “well, thank you…” you paused, your eyes wandered off to the man’s shirt, he seemed to be wearing a uniform and you managed to spot a name tag “thank you, kit” you smiled, taking a sip of your paradise on earth aka your milkshake

he smiled back at you and said nothing back, you sat down next to him expecting him to try and initiate a conversation with you yet you were surprised by how he kept minding his business, letting you enjoy your milkshake in peace except you weren’t exactly in peace, you were bothered as you wondered why he isn’t speaking to you

you glanced at kit multiple times and every time he would look back at you, you quickly turned away until he would go back to drinking his strawberry milkshake

after doing that for a few times you heard him laugh, making you wonder what he found so funny “what is it?” you said, frowning at him

“i’m sorry, you’re just funny ma’am” he replied, looking at you as he tried to regain his composure

his response left you even more confused and slightly offended, what exactly did he mean by that you didn’t know “excuse me?” you said, sounding mildly angry

“do ya think i don’t notice you keep glancing at me?” he said, a big smile on his face as he seemed to find the whole situation funny “if you wanna tell me something just do it” he said, looking at your blank expression as you’ve been caught

you didn’t know what to say exactly, you were slightly embarrassed but you didn’t want to make that obvious “well, that’s what i should be asking you!” you replied, deciding to be honest

kit raised an eyebrow as it was clear to you he had no idea what you were trying to say “i mean, you buy me a milkshake, you obviously wanna ask me out so i’m waiting for you to speak” you say bluntly and also realising how self cantered you sounded

this time both of kit’s eyebrows were raised as his face was filled with surprise, he chuckled for a second to himself as he was completely gagged by your words “wow, big ego there…” he said looking away from you, making you even more flustered

“no! i didn’t mean it that way it’s just-“ he interrupted you

“it’s just acts of pure kindness don’t exist anymore, i guess” he said, taking a big sip of his milkshake as you felt slightly bad

“well, i don’t know!” you replied, you didn’t know what to say, you were blushing as you felt helpless and then suddenly you said it “go out with me… on a date”

kit began to choke a little bit as he didn’t expect the words that came out of your mouth “excuse me?” he said, a small playful smile on his face

“you know you wanted to ask me first don’t act coy” you rolled your eyes, smiling a little bit

he sighed, feeling defeated “yeah you’re right i did…” kit admitted

“fine so, tomorrow 8pm this diner?” you asked, finishing your milkshake

“o-okay, but what’s your name?” he said a bit desperately as he realised you were getting ready to leave

“you’ll figure it out tomorrow” you winked at him before deciding to head out, swaying your hips as you walked away from him and turning your head for a last smile as you opened the door and left

kit was left flustered and charmed as his eyes were frozen on the door, he smiled to himself as he began to count how many hours until tomorrow

…

the next day you got off work and decided to head straight home for a shower, you then chose to wear a white miniskirt with a black fitted turtle neck, an outfit perfect to match your favourite white high heeled boots

you then sat in front of your mirror and did your eyeliner the way you liked it, applied your lipstick and fixed your hair, being ready to go

you were unsure why you were so nervous about this date, you told yourself it was gonna be just another boring one multiple times yet something inside you kind of hoped it wasn’t

as you got to the diner, you found kit waiting outside the door and you smiled at him as you walked

he looked at you up and down as his mouth slowly opened in surprise “you look gorgeous” he said, making you blush a little

he opened the door for you and you both sat down opposite each other at one of the tables

to your own surprise it wasn’t uncomfortable at all and in fact you discovered you quite enjoy kit’s company, you learned he works as a gas station attendant and how he loves to dance and he listened to you talk about your ambitions and even supported it, saying you should start your own brand

as it got late it was soon time to say goodbye but not before you decided to break the obvious rule and do the most impulsive thing a girl can do, you kissed him

“good night, kit” you said as you walked away, leaving him frozen in his spot completely shocked at the fact that you had given him a kiss

when you got home you replayed the events of the date and you wished that everything would continue to go great with kit and lucky for you, your wish came true

you and kit went out on a few more dates as time went by and they were perfect, you used to believe boys were stupid and untrustworthy but with kit it was different, you liked him and you sure did hope he liked you too

soon, kit’s relationship with you took the next step as he asked you to be his girlfriend on the prettiest night of september and you didn’t hesitate to say yes

you wanted to be with kit forever, you would do anything to have him by your side always and so it was no surprise when you began to have worries about kit finding out the fact that you’re a witch

the last thing you wanted to do was to scare him off and you were sure telling him who you were would definitely do that but you also felt bad as you believed shouldn’t be hiding that part of you to the man you love

you were keeping that detail to yourself until suddenly the world caught you by surprise and decided to stop being in your favour

kit had mentioned to you that he has been struggling with his energy at work and how he feels extremely overworked by his boss, you suggested to him to confront his boss about the unfair amount of hours he has to work for how little he gets paid but he refused to do so, making you have the great idea to cast a spell for kit to make him be less tired and remove his fatigue

you gathered all the materials you needed and you lit a few candles in front of you placing them in a circle, you then followed what the spell book which you had opened in front of you said and focused a little bit too hard since you didn’t realise that kit had gotten off work earlier and now he was home, looking for you

you had given kit a spare key to your home and it wasn’t a surprise for him to come see you after work so it was stupid of you to not lock the door of your room

“baby, where are ya?” it was too late when you heard him because a moment later he had opened the door of your bedroom, revealing yourself in a very sketchy and hard to explain situation

he frowned as you were frozen in your spot, his eyes staring deep into yours as you blinked twice, blowing the candles off slowly

“what are you doing…?” he asked, walking towards you slowly

“nothing” you replied almost immediately, standing off the floor and giving him an awkward smile

“it doesn’t seem like nothing” he said “what were you doing?” he asked again, standing in front of you

you sighed, the time for the truth had come and you were scared shitless, you’ve never told anyone besides your mother about your abilities and the thoughts of kit leaving and exposing you were lingering in your mind, however, you knew you had to trust him

and you also knew there had to be some sort of erasing memory spell

but besides that, you took kit’s hand and sat him down next to you on the edge of the bed “you’ve gotta promise you’re not gonna freak out, okay?”

“what?” he said, still not catching on completely on what you were saying.

“kit… i’m a witch” you said… staring deep into his eyes searching for a hint of any negative emotion behind his eyes but on the contrary all he did was frown.

“um… okay…” he said in a whisper, his face being completely blank “sure, whatever you say suga’” he said, slowly caressing your elbows and giving you a reassuring smile

it wasn’t hard to tell that kit didn’t believe you but you had no clue what to do now, you already had told him so what now?

“kit…” you spoke slowly “did you understand what i said?” you asked

“um… kind of” he replied, making you sigh “you’re trying to tell me you’re high, right?” he spoke cautiously slow, almost as if he’s speaking to a toddler as he didn’t know how to act

you broke into a smile, you couldn’t help but think he was adorable “no!” you lightly hit his arm as you giggled “i’m not high you dummy! i’m a witch!”

his expression was still confused but he began laughing with you, causing you to laugh even harder as you didn’t understand why he was laughing with you

“kit, why are you laughing!?” you asked between giggles

“i don’t know, why are you laughing!?” he replied, you both looked so stupid laughing at nothing but you loved it, he was way too sweet

you obviously knew kit was never going to believe you were a witch so you had no other choice but to attempt to do a demonstration when you and kit managed to calm down the laughs

“okay, kit, i’m a witch and i’m gonna prove it but you can’t freak out… okay?” you said as you began to use telekinesis to slowly lift kit off the bed, almost too slow making it hard for him to realise what was happening

“honey, don’t call yourself a witch, you’re just a stressed lady okay, there’s no need to… woah wait” his attempt at comforting you or whatever was interrupted as he realised he wasn’t sitting down on the bed anymore, instead he was floating above it

you smiled at him with reassurance as you kept making him float higher and higher above the bed, he looked at you in utter shock as he muttered some surprises noises yet all you could do is smile in hopes he wouldn’t panic too much

kit had no idea what was going on, all he knew is that he kept going up and he muttered an “ouch” when he felt his head boink against the bedroom roof

you immediately panicked as you completely forgot about the fact he was going to hit his head and in your moment of worry you accidentally dropped him, making you scream as you forgot he was going to land on the bed and thought he could get badly injured

“are you okay?! kit?!” you asked, climbing more towards the centre of the bed where his head was resting and slowly caressing his head

he had his eyes shut as he was obviously afraid of the landing and still didn’t quite piece together that he didn’t fall on the floor “i’m good, baby” he replied, opening his eyes a little and looking at your face over him, you’re worried expression making him want to kiss you

you helped him sit up on the bed and after a few moments of silence, you decided to ask the question that was eating you up on the inside “so… do you hate me?”

“what?! no!” his response was almost instant as the last thing he wanted to do was to make you feel bad “i don’t completely understand what’s going on but something like this would never make me hate you! hell… i don’t think anything would ever make me hate you…” his hand reached for your face as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear “i thought stuff like that only existed in movies but hey it’s kind of cool… my girlfriend is a witch!” he chucked to himself

your eyes were slightly teary as you felt relieved and also moved by his words, you felt thankful to have someone that cared about you so much and the feeling of being accepted by kit made you wanna break down and cry for love

you felt kit’s lips press against you in a soft kiss, you could feel his lips curving into a smile, making you do the same, the only thing you could think of as your kisses escalated was how grateful you were to have him in your life

…

“so what type of thing were you doing down there… you know with the candles and stuff” you felt the vibrations of kit’s voice as your head was resting on his chest, his shirt was off (like yours) after the make out session you guys were having turned into something more

you looked up at him through your eyelashes and you bit your lip, your fingers tracing meaningless patterns on his skin “a spell…” you said in a cheeky manner

kit frowned slightly, his hands caressing your hair as he gave you a confused look “what kind of spell?” he asked, curiosity killing the cat

“a spell for you…” you replied, aware of how bad it sounded as he could obviously misunderstand what you were saying and he could take it the wrong way “but it wasn’t a bad spell, i just, i wanted to help you” you added

“oh baby, like a love spell? cause if it was then i think it’s pretty clear you don’t need to do one of those on me” he said with a small smirk resting on his face “unless you’ve already done one of me and i just haven’t realised…” he said in a playful tone, obviously kidding

you rolled your eyes at him “very funny, kit, ha ha ha” you said sarcastically “it was a spell to help you have more energy at work… you told me you were feeling burnt out and i wanted to help” you looked away from him, suddenly feeling shy

he went quiet for a few seconds making you doubtful of what he could be thinking, but you knew it was fine when all of a sudden one of his hands went to your chin in order to lift your face and give you a soft kiss

“you’re the sweetest girl i know” he said in a whisper, making you blush slightly “so can you fly?” he changed the tone of the conversation swiftly, making you giggle at how dumb he sounded to you

“you’re so stupid sometimes kit…” you replied, a bright smile on your face as you rolled your eyes

…

ever since you told kit the truth about you being a witch he’s insisted on trying to learn as much as he can about it in order to help you and support you, you’ve told him plenty of times it wasn’t necessary for him to burden himself with all that knowledge but he won’t listen

you didn’t hate it though, if you were being truthful, it was nice to have someone you can talk about that stuff that isn’t your mother and not feel judged

however, ever since kit learned about the horrible things people have tried to do to witches such as burn and murder them even if they aren’t causing harm, he’s began to be slightly more protective of you and you haven’t failed to notice

you thought it was cute so it didn’t bother you, plus you knew he really is just trying to do what he can to be there for you when it comes to stuff related to your abilities

but when you were surprised today in the middle of your at home date night with kit by one of your neighbours that’s where you really noticed how much you liked it

the lady that lived next door from you was a very religious woman, you had no issue with that whatsoever since even though you didn’t agree with her beliefs you still respected it, yet you didn’t fail to notice how she’s been acting odd towards you throughout the past month

you were used to saying good morning and maybe stop for small talk when you left for work early yet recently she’s been giving you a strange look when she does, and she also used to bake you pies often since she insisted she must take care of you since she was in her 40s and you’re just a “baby dove in your 20s” according to her, but lately she has failed to do so and so you could clearly tell something was wrong

you liked to pretend like you had no idea what could’ve affected her perspective of you but unfortunately, you do

on a late tuesday around a month ago you were almost by your place when she spotted you since she was sitting in her porch sewing, you cordially said hello to eachother and she iniated small talk when suddenly she accidentally stabbed herself with the her sewing needle

when you heard her complain about the pain in her finger you went up to her and checked it, making the dumb decision to use some of your abilities to heal it quick as it broke your soul to see the poor lady suffering, you brushed a hand past the stab and suddenly it was gone

after that you arrived home and since then the havoc started upon her demeanour towards you

“may i help you, miss thornhill?” you asked after opening the door, smiling kindly to the woman in front of you

suddenly the woman invited herself into your home and pulled some garlic out of her purse, pointing it at you “this must stop now! what are you creature?!” she screamed erratically, loud enough for kit who was waiting in the kitchen with a glass of wine for you to come running towards you

“what’s going on?” he asked, observing the scene in front of you

you sighed, you hated this “miss thornhill, i don’t understand what’s going on….” you replied, backing off from her a little bit

“you are not god’s creature, you must disappear!” the woman once again screamed, making kit get in front of you, worried about you

“garlic, really? does she look like a vampire?!” he said, slightly joking around but immediately regretting after realising it wasn’t the time “ma’am you need to leave” he said

“son, you don’t know her, she’s not what she looks like!” the woman said this time to kit, almost as if you weren’t even in the room “she’s different from you and me” she whispered to kit, making you want to roll your eyes “the devil…” she continued

kit sighed “lady, you need to leave immediately” he asked in a gentle manner, trying to avoid a bigger issue

the woman however seemed to take it the wrong way, getting offended “fine! i will leave, but i will accuse you with the church and with all the ladies in this town and expose what you really are!” she screamed, raising her finger at you

“which is?” you asked, regretting it instantly but you couldn’t help but be carried away a little bit by your emotions

“a witch!” she shouted

“hey! my girlfriend is not a witch!” kit replied, lying obviously but trying to do what he can, “how dare you even think of accusing my girlfriend of that…” he pretended to be mortified by the woman’s blabbering

it was a serious moment but you couldn’t help but to find it a little bit amusing, you never took kit for being an actor or at least a good one at least but boy, you were wrong

he gave you a quick glance obviously signalling to you he needed your slight support “yes, exactly, how dare you say that about me, ms thornhill! i’m shattered” you acted hurt, leading a hand into your chest and closing your eyes

kit stood next to you as he gasped, pretending to be in distress about your pain as he held you “oh, suga’ are you okay?” he asked, looking at you with worried eyes

the woman just stood there, here eyes following every action you both did

“look at what you’ve done! she’s sick and you’ve made her worse” kit said as the woman’s mouth opened in disbelief, obviously falling for the trick

“oh, lord, i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to-” she struggled to find the words to say, obviously being conflicted wether on to carry on her point or not and that’s when you got the perfect opening for a little… trick

“you’re going to leave now and forget every single speculation you have about me, including the accusations of sorcery” you spoke in a confident tone, staring deep into the lady’s eyes as you felt kit looking at you unsure of what was going on but still not saying anything

not even a minute later the woman was looking around as if she was lost, you immediately approached her, a sudden worried expression painted your face

“miss thornhill, are you alright?” you said, doe eyes looking at the lady with care, kit still stood in his place wondering why your demeanour was changing

you gave him a quick glance, widening your eyes and mouthing to him to act like nothing happened

he didn’t get exactly what you were meaning to say at first but he attempted to, walking towards you while running a hand through his hair

“oh my… what am i doing here?” the poor woman asked, clearly confused

“you slept walked all the way here and began knocking on the door, i was extremely worried but i think you’re awake now” you replied, sounding way too believable “right, kit?” you gave him a tense smile

“oh, uhm, yeah, we thought something was going on” he said, quickly frowning at you before going back to acting coy

“christ… i’m so sorry about this, darling, please don’t tell me i interrupted anything with you two” she said, genuinely worried

you quickly gave her a reassuring smile “don’t worry about that, miss thornhill, please, let me walk you home next door” you replied, holding her arm and guiding her towards the door

she kept apologising as you were leaving but right as you were exiting the door you turned back and winked at kit, making him smile

he was still not sure what just happened, kit felt proud of how you handled the situation and managed to defend yourself and he could assume you used some sort of magic but if he was being honest, he did get particularly scared at the thought of that lady trying to hurt you

but all of those worries disappeared when he saw you wink with a cheeky smile on your face, reassuring him that you were fine

kit walker’s girlfriend was a witch but he knows it isn’t a bad thing, ignorant people will try and tell him it is but he knows he wouldn’t trade it for any normal thing in the world.