#sorry if this reply is a bit messy but yeahhh

[dr3amofagame]

Why's everyone acting like Punz didn't know what Dream wanted? I'm pretty sure Dream mentioned the whole big happy family thing to him in that one conversation they had where they talk about seperating.I also don't see how their goals are incompatible: in their confrontation w/ Tommy, they talk about everyone being immortal, beating death entirely. That seems like it serves Dream's big happy family just fine. Like sure realistically big happy family is impossible, and they're self destructive af, but in theory science and family are not necessarily in opposition to eachother.

Sure, a general degree of peace for the server involving a greater level of unity was always part of the plan and what dream Desired (tm) but...it's also pretty obvious that what c!Dream actually wanted by the time we got to the finale was. Kind of a wreck, even in his own mind. In that same conversation where we get him talking about defeating death he mentions resetting the server and also killing everyone. Again, I really want to spend time parsing through every argument c!Dream makes there and like, categorizing them, but it's obvious (to me) that 1. he's not being entirely truthful, for one (the whole saw trap set up is extremely suspicious, especially considering that the steak given to both tommy and tubbo literally could've saved them BOTH) and 2. that he's extremely self-contradictory. Whether said contradictions were intentional by him and a result of his lying, or if they were partially because of his own lack of clarity with regards to his own goals, I will say that the answer isn't extremely clear. However, c!Dream saying himself that everything became "so jumbled" points to his...not actually being that sure of himself and what he wants, to me.

Science and family aren't inherently incompatible, but the finale itself did set up c!Dream as having to choose between a world that he actually wanted and envisioned versus the Plan as represented by Punz. Hence the conversation at the end where Tommy was trying to get him to think through what his heart actually wanted while Punz was discouraging him down that same line of reasoning. It's just really hard for me to say that c!Punz really knew what c!Dream wanted when c!Dream himself wasn't actually all that sure? "Big happy family" isn't a concrete goal statement in itself, and the point of the conversation with Tommy is that it wasn't all over, that there could be a different way, that c!Dream could pursue his goals in a way that was not The Plan (with punz embodying the latter.)

Again, I won't say that they're like, for sure unable to work out their issues. But I think that a level of divergence in their goals that would've made the Plan impossible to carry out in the form that it existed in the Finale was...pretty explicit, in that last stream. I won't say everyone has to share that view, but it's really hard for me to believe that c!Punz really understood what c!Dream wanted when c!Dream didn't understand what he wanted himself.

(And like, the point isn't to blame c!Punz for this. Hell, they probably did think they were on the same page! But there's still a whole point made of the whole mutual understanding of "wanting things to be simple" that c!Punz never really seems to echo--if c!Dream and c!Punz were truly on the same page, imo, then the finale wouldn't have ended with c!Tommy and c!Dream realizing at the same time that what they actually wanted was something else entirely.)

[noyasmashing]

Toying with Expectations

Fem!Reader x Sub!Izuku

CW: mean reader, like really mean, fem! reader, crying, head (giving and receiving), semi public, college au, a bit of crying, and degrading

AN: yeahhh not sure what happened with this one

Your breaths came in soft, rapid gasps, barely above a whisper as pleasure coarse through you. You had no choice but use your fingers to steady yourself against the cool tile of the bathroom wall.

"Almost there, don't stop," you urged in a hushed tone, a sharp inhale punctuating your words.

Izuku knelt before you, his head buried between your legs beneath your skirt. With one of your legs draped over his shoulder, his mouth was soaked in a blend of your essence and his own saliva. He fervently slid his tongue up your folds, delving inside you with a hunger to elicit more sounds of pleasure. Simultaneously, his free hand found its way to the bugle in his jeans.

"You know, your mouth serves my pussy much better than your words ever could," you moaned, arching your back and grinding your hips against his face. He emitted a soft whimper, an unspoken affirmation of your words.

"Good boy, Izuku, good boy," you moaned outright, "oh, yes, yes..." his tongue desperately sucked at your clit as you reached your peak. Your roughly gripped his messy hair, using his locks as leverage to grind yourself on his tongue.

Izuku squirmed under your grasp, his moans muffled against your hot cunt as he let himself go. A white liquid thickly coated his jeans, a humiliating reminder of his own pleasure as he rubbed his thighs together.

You leaned against the wall, placing a hand on your chest as you took a few deep breaths. Gingerly lifting up your skirt, you nudged him away with your knee making him fall backwards, catching himself with his sweaty palms. "Jesus, look what you did..." you said, wrinkling your nose at the obvious wet spot in his pants.

He staggered to his feet, hastily readjusting himself by tucking his shirt back in. "I-I’m sorry, couldn't help myself..." he mumbled, still dazed from the encounter. Slowly, he wiped at his face, his tongue lolling out slowly to lick at what lingered on his lips.

"You're so fucking gross," you muttered, slipping into your panties and sliding them back on without a second glance.

"Y/N?" he spoke up suddenly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I n-need to ask you something."

Raising an eyebrow in speculation, you replied, "What?" Your tone conveyed your growing impatience as you shifted your weight and crossed your arms.

"W-would you be willing to come to my dorm room after classes today?" he fidgeted nervously with his tie, which was already a mess.

You tapped your fingers along your folded arms, contemplating his request. With a resigned sigh, you relented, "Fine."

"R-really?" he stammered, dumbfounded by your acceptance.

"Yeah, whatever," you waved lazily as you headed towards the stairs.

"Thanks, Y/N! It really means a lot to me. I've been wanting to-"

"Oh my god, keep talking and I'm gonna change my mind. And I thought I told you to stop following me so closely."

"R-right, my apologies," he replied sheepishly, staying put to give you space as you walked away. He held his burning cheeks, his face flushed with embarrassment, waiting for the sound of your muffled steps down the hallway to fade away.

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You knocked on his door absentmindedly, engrossed in Minas latest instagram post. The door swung open almost immediately, as if he had been waiting right behind it, eager to answer the moment you arrived. Without a word, you walked past him, tossing your schoolbag onto the floor with a careless thud.

"Thank you again for coming," he said, attempting to contain the excitement in his voice.

"Get on the bed," you instructed, ignoring his gratitude as you slid your phone into your skirt pocket.

"H-huh?" he blinked in confusion, allowing you to push him backwards. He stumbled finding himself on the bed, gripping the sheets in a bewildered state. "Wh-what're you..." His words trailed off as you knelt in front of him, parting his knees with ease. His body froze as you deftly unbuckled his pants and pulled the zipper down. "W-wait, Y/N, y-you don't have to... I mean, this is..." His cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as his skin began to burn with embarrassment.

"Lift your hips up," you commanded, your tone leaving no room for argument, as you pulled his pants down. His mind went blank, and he obeyed, giving you just enough leverage to remove his pants, along with his underwear. "Aw, look at your All-Might undies, aren't you adorable," you mocked, running your hands along his freckled thighs.

Izuku let out a pitiful whine at your words, his body trembling with anticipation as he watched you. Without hesitation, you took his member, which was now only somewhat flaccid, into your mouth. But of course it didn't take long for him to become fully erect. Izuku's head snapped back, a dramatic moan escaping his lips. He clawed at his sheets, the unexpected pleasure leaving him momentarily speechless.

You dragged your tongue from the base to the slit, savoring the taste of the precum that was already leaking from his pink tip. "Let's see how long you can last without any foreplay..." you murmured, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you prepared to test his endurance.

"I-I, please!" Izuku could only manage a desperate plea as he instinctively buckled his hips in response to the overwhelming sensations. You started by sucking gently on the head, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him, before swirling your tongue around it, causing his legs to shake uncontrollably.

As you slid your mouth down, taking his full length into your throat, his eyes clouded over completely, his mouth hanging open in a silent cry of pleasure. He moaned wildly as you bobbed your head back and forth, the movement causing him to slide in and out of your mouth with increasing intensity.

He wasn't accustomed to this type of pleasure from you, usually being treated as your sex toy. But the sensation of your soft lips sucking on him like your personal lollipop, while your hands traced circles so gently around the bone of his hips, had him whimpering and crying out in a way he never expected.

Out of pure instinct, he attempted to close his thighs, seeking some form of control, but you were quick to deliver a sharp slap to them. He moaned at the unexpected pain, surprised by how much he enjoyed it. Your mouth slowed its motions around his puffy tip, and your fingers dug into his thighs harshly, eliciting a mix of pleasure and pain that he found intoxicating.

He couldn't contain himself from the overwhelming stimulation, hot tears forcing themselves from his lash line as he let out slurred words of pleas and thank yous. His bottom lip trembled uncontrollably as he let out the cutest of noises, subsequently making you clench around nothing.

"I can't, I can't..." he cried out, his desperation evident as drool pooled and spilled from his lips. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" He whimpered, his release pulsing down your throat as you eagerly swallowed it down, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

He arched his back, the edges of his vision almost going black as waves of ecstasy washed over him, leaving him utterly spent and completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience.

You popped his cock out of your mouth, taking in a huge breath as it twitched several times, still slightly hard. Standing up, you made your way to your bag while Izuku lay on his back, his body still shaking from the leftover waves of his orgasm. Taking out a water bottle, you took a few swigs from it before addressing him.

"Okay, we're even, right?" you asked, turning to face him.

"H-huh?" Izuku mumbled lazily, his mind still clouded from the pleasure.

"This is for giving me head earlier. Fair's fair, right?" you clarified, taking another drink.

"I didn't... I didn't want you to come over for that..." he struggled to sit upright, his expression earnest. "I would never, um, ask you to do that for me..." he cleared his throat, words slightly shaking from embarrassment.

"Really? Huh," you rummaged through your bag again, pulling out a pack of gum and popping a few pieces into your mouth. "What did you want, then?"

"I wanted t-to spend time with you... just... be with you..." he admitted, his eyebrows knitting together slightly.

"Ah. No," you replied bluntly, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

"I have shit to do. Bakugo and Kirishema have a study group tonight that I'm going to."

"Oh, they do? I didn't know," Izuku responded, surprised.

"Yeah. They invited the class."

"But I wasn't invited," he laughed nervously, feeling a pang of disappointment.

You raised your eyebrows and nodded. "A-ah, I see," he looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Aw, poor, poor Izuku," you teased, putting your hand on his cheek before giving it a playful slap. "Get over it."

"Yes, of course, wise advice," he grinned, rubbing his cheek slightly. "Thank you."

"If anyone asks why I was here, just say we accidentally switched book bags or something," you instructed, already heading towards the door.

"Not a problem," he replied, watching you leave. He felt a pang of disappointment at your harsh words, but then again, he knew where the study group usually met..

[lcandothisallday]

A Shot Worth Taking - Jeremy (WMCJ) x f!reader

Part 3 - First Date Continued

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Your date with Jeremy was going much better than you had ever anticipated. He was extremely charming and his jokes had you doubled over in laughter more times than you could count.

The way he smiled too, with his dimple showing made your heart flutter and put butterflies in your stomach in the best way possible. Simply put, it was very hard not to fall for him.

When it came time to pay, Jeremy flagged down the waitress and instantly pulled out his wallet to pull out some bills. Instantly you reached for purse. “We can split—”

Jeremy shook his head with a smirk. “What kinda gentlemen would I be if I didn’t pay for our first date?” he asked, causing you to smile shyly and pull back while saying a small thanks.

Jeremy nodded with a grin and slipped the amount into the bill book. “Now I don’t know about you…but I kinda don’t want this date to end yet so are you down to hang out some more?” he asked.

You couldn’t help the wide grin that made its way onto your lips. “I’d love that actually.”

“Great,” he mused. When the waitress finally came back with his change, the two of you got up but not before the waitress gave you an obvious once over before turning to Jeremy with a dubious smirk. “Whatever happened between you and Tati? Y’all would always come in here together—”

Jeremy felt like a deer caught in the headlights with the question catching him off guard. He looked at you shamefully before he turned back to the waitress. He wanted to cuss her out for being messy—obviously wanting to start something with the boring day she probably had. But it was completely unnecessary of her.

“Uhhh…we broke up…but that’s not really your business huh? Now if you’ll excuse us,” he mumbled, taking your hand and beginning to lead you out the restaurant. Once far enough out, he turned to you with the most apologetic look on his face. “Y/N I’m so sorry about that—I don’t even know why she felt the need to bring that shit up,” he groaned. “Just being fucking messy.”

“Jeremy it’s fine. Clearly she was just bored and wanted to rile you up for entertainment…makes sense why she kept looking at me funny the entire time,” you reassure. “Although I am wondering why you brought me to a restaurant you frequented often with your ex girlfriend…”

Your comment made Jeremy’s eyes widened, “it’s cos I know the food is good—it’s not—”

“Jeremy I’m only teasing!” you exclaimed with a laugh. “C’mon—I don’t care about that stuff—it’s not like I expect you to be some virgin,” you giggled reaching for his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s all good. I promise.”

Jeremy let out a breath of relief. “I just really like you…”

“That’s good…because I really like you too. Now come on—what did you have in mind?”

Jeremy grinned as he began to lead you towards his car. “You’ll just have to wait and see.” As you approach his little porche, your eyes widened slightly.

“This is your car? It’s so cute!” you exclaimed, your fingers tracing the smooth metal before you looked back at him and catching his awkward expression. “What?”

“It um…it belonged to my ex-girlfriend’s dad actually,” he replied, cheeks warming up as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Oh…”

“I’m not helping my case am I?” he asked bashfully, you shaking your head ‘no’ with a giggle. “Not really,” you teased. “How long did you two date?” you asked, testing the waters a bit.

Jeremy shrugged, fidgeting with the car keys in his hand. “Like six years,” he mumbled in response, causing your eyes to go wide and a ‘wow’ to escape your lips. “She didn’t like that I got back into basketball.”

You furrowed your brows. “That’s a dumb reason to end things with someone you’ve been with for six years,” you pointed out, clearly not knowing the full picture since he was leaving out some key details.

“Yeahhh…but that’s not important anymore,” he mused, wanting to move on from that topic and opening the passenger side door for you. “I’ve moved on to bigger and better things,” he mused, winking your way.

You giggled and stepped into the car, watching as he went back around to his own side and hopping in from the top. He settled in before he began the drive. You didn’t know exactly where he was taking you, but you welcomed whatever the adventure was with open arms.

He parked in front of the beach and hopped out of the car, you doing the same. "Alright...I'm thinking we go sit by the beach?" he suggested, although you had another idea in mind. You had taken notice of the basketball that sat in his backseat and the empty court nearby, so instead, you grabbed the ball and smirked as you turned to look at him. "How about you teach me a few things instead?"

Jeremy grinned and raised a brow at you. "Thought basketball wasn't really your thing?"

"Hmm but you're my thing and I wanna be able to keep up with your interest," you shrugged. "Also you seem to forget that me watching you play is what got us here on this date in the first place--"

Jeremy smirked. "Baby--just say you think it's hot watching me play," he shrugged nonchalantly with confidence. The way he used the term of endearment with such ease caused your cheeks to heat up. "Yeah what if I do?" you challenged.

"Then how can I deny such a pretty girl her request and desires?" he teased, causing you to roll your eyes and let out a laugh.

“Yeah yeah,” you scoff, tossing him the basketball which he caught with ease. He grinned at you with amusement before he began to dribble the basketball towards the court before he began with a light run and proceeded to finish with the perfect layup. He swung around and smirked before he passed you the ball.

“Know how to do a lay up?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“Just because I know the rules of the game doesn’t mean I know how to play the game,” you laughed. Jeremy grinned and shrugged, “that’s fair” he said, before he walked his way back over to you. He moved to stand behind you, placing his hands on your waist. His warm touch sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but lean into his embrace.

"Alright, I'll show you the basics," Jeremy said, his voice low and comforting. "First, you want to dribble the ball like this." He gently guided your hands to hold the basketball and demonstrated the dribbling motion.

You followed his lead, bouncing the ball with a bit of uncertainty at first.

"Now, when you're ready to go for the layup, take a step with your left foot, jump off your right foot, and extend your arm for the shot," Jeremy explained, demonstrating the moves as he spoke.

You nodded, focusing on his instructions. With Jeremy's hands still on your waist, he gently guided you through the steps, helping you find your balance and timing.

The first time you got it in with the correct moves, you squealed and jumped up in joy. "Did you see that?! I think I did that one perfectly!"

Jeremy laughed as he hummed in agreement. "I can see...you're a natural," he mused.

"Only because I have such a good teacher," you grinned.

"That was your plan all along wasn't it?"

You merely shrugged, although the smirk was growing wider on your lips. "What if it was? Wanted an excuse for you to put your hand on my waist," you mused.

"Ohhh...so it's like that?" Jeremy asked in amusement.

You pretend to think for a second. "Hmm--I think you're reading too much into it."

"Nah clearly I wasn't reading into it enough."

[thelaundrybitch]

Sunny's Haircut

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Sunny's Haircut

Gum.

There was fucking gum in her hair.

Sunshine let out an aggravated huff while the base hairdresser attempted to get the wad of pink atrocity out of her messy bun.

"Someone definitely stuck this in your hair," said the rabbit yokai from behind her. 

"Do you remember if anyone touched your hair somewhere today? That might help us find the culprit…" the elder Leonardo offered.

Sunshine watched in the mirror as Creepaw checked out the attractive male rabbit from behind. She gave him a devious smirk as their eyes met in the reflection, his eyes going wide at being caught window shopping.

She sighed, thinking back. She would've had to have been sitting in a public place. "Honestly, the only place that anyone would've had access to the top of my head would've been at lunch today. Unless they were hella tall. And I highly doubt that Jey or Eli would've done it," she assessed, her mind turning over all the people she'd seen in her laundry room that day. 

"Alright. I'll call up security and see if they have anything on the cameras," Leo said, eyes focused on Usagi's lower half.

"Cameras?" Sunshine inquired, doing her best not to laugh at Leo's blatant gawking.

Leonardo cleared his throat and looked at the ceiling, "Yeahhh… Deer demanded cameras after a few noodles had been oodled in their kitchen," the turtle replied, eyes darting nervously and looking anywhere but at the blonde, only proving he'd been one of those noodles.

"Gives a whole new meaning to Deer's all-you-can-eat buffet," mumbled the bunny through a snicker, sending the blonde into a fit of giggles.

“Maybe they need a sign that says “Liquor?”... Not allowed!” Sunny busted out, making the rabbit throw his head back in hysterics.

“You two are terrible. I’m leaving,” Leo said, annoyed anguish falling over his face. “I’ll get back to you later, Sunny.”

“Sunshine,” corrected Usagi, giving the elder Leonardo a look of warning.

Leo put his hands up placatingly, then turned to leave through the clear glass door that said “Barber” across the top.

After another twenty grueling minutes and a half dozen curses, Usagi came to the decision that the only way he could remove all the gum was with scissors.

Sunshine deflated in her seat, tears in her eyes. She knew how much Axel loved her hair. And loved to play with it… And pull it…

“Well, chop it then, I guess,” she pouted, unable to meet Usagi’s eyes in the mirror.

“I’m really sorry, Sunshine. This gum is more like glue, I swear.” He rested his hand gently on the sad woman’s shoulder, sitting in front of him. “Do you want to look for a picture of something you might like?” He asked her, stepping aside to grab a few books with samples of women’s haircuts in them. 

“Nah,” she sighed. “Do whatever you think will look good. I trust your decision.” She forced a smile at the rabbit, who was frowning back at her. He knew how upset she was. 

“Well, it’s probably going to be shorter than you’ve had it,” he tested, watching for her response. Sunshine just nodded.

“How about a pixie cut? You'd be absolutely adorable,” the bunny gushed, playing with her hair a moment while she thought about his suggestion.

“Mmm… Maybe not that short, there needs to be enough to…” her words died in her throat as the bunny grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her scalp and pulled, so she was looking up at him.

"Don't worry. I'll leave enough for your little girlfriend, love," he said with a naughty smirk.

Sunshine had never turned so many shades of red, so fast, in her entire life as Usagi winked at her, releasing her head so he could turn her seat. He spun the chair so she couldn’t see the mirror, and instead, she was watching out the door of the salon. 

He put a smock around her and tucked a towel into the back of her collar right before she heard the buzzers.

Sunshine nearly flew out of the seat, making the bunny laugh, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” he chortled, turning the buzzers off and putting them back into the drawer. “Trust me. Women’s cuts are my favorite to do. It’s more of an artistic outlet for me,” he confided, spraying water over her hair.

Sunny felt her heart squeeze as the first few cuts were made, and her long hair fell to the floor.

“You alright?” Usagi asked quietly as he continued to snip away.

“Yeah…” Sunny replied, staring out the door.

After a few minutes, she spoke again.

“Hey, Usagi?”

“Yeah, Honeybee?”

Sunshine smirked at the cute nickname, “Why does the door say Barber if you’re a hairdresser?” she inquired.

Usagi stopped what he was doing and thought for a minute. “It was already on the door when I was hired, I suppose.”

“You know what I think?”

“What do you think, Honeybee?” Usagi smiled, knowing Sunshine was up to something good. She had that sassy tone in her question.

“I think you should change it.”

“To?” He was intrigued now, as he walked around the side of the seat and looked down at her.

“To *The Hare*,” she said, poking his arm, “Dresser,” she finished with a shit-eating grin as she looked up at him.

The smile that spread across Usagi’s face threatened to split it right in two. “I love you,” he snickered.

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An hour later, Sunshine was in Usagi’s arms, professing her love for him and his magic scissors while he chuckled, reveling in her happiness.

“Now, go find your hot-ass mechanic and let her run her hands through it in the throes of passion,” he teased, winking at the blonde as he opened the glass door for her.

“And you go hunt down the sexy maintenance guy to fix the wording on your door,” she sassed right back, getting a good ruffle and wide-eyed look from the rabbit. Sunshine bit back a laugh as she leaned in and whispered, “You’ll have to let me know who finished first… The tortoise or the hare.”

“Sunshine, I swear to God…” Usagi warned, pushing the woman out of his shop as she laughed at the top of her lungs. 

She turned and made a zipping gesture across her lips and winked. “Your secret is safe with me. I promise. And thank you again, Usagi,” she said, giving him a genuine and loving smile.

“Anytime, Honeybee. Now go,” He shooed her in the direction of the garage and returned to his salon to clean up the used station.

Sunshine practically skipped to the garage. She was full of nervous excitement to see Axel with her new haircut. She loved it, and hoped that Axel would too.

Stepping through the door, she yelled, “Honey! I’m HOME!”

A quiet chuckle came from the other side of one of the vehicles, as Sunshine quickly made her way over to where her girlfriend was hunched under a hood. She grabbed Axel’s waist on either side and gently bumped her pelvis against the other woman’s ass.

Axel’s let out a husky growl. “Already being naughty, I see,” she said, removing her body from under the hood. She turned to face Sunshine, and the smile on her face sobered into surprise upon finding Sunny with very short hair.

Sunshine’s face dropped. “Does it look alright?” she whispered, fear flooding her veins as Axel studied her while she pulled her gloves off. “Someone put gum in it, and Usagi couldn’t get it out…”

Anger flared through the mechanic’s being for a split second before her heart sunk at how concerned the blonde looked. Axel searched Sunny’s pretty face for a second. “Sunshine, I don’t care how short or long your hair is. You’re beautiful no matter what,” she said, cupping Sunny’s cheek with one hand as the other made its way around the blonde’s waist.  

Sunshine swallowed hard, casting her eyes downward, “But you liked my long hair…”

“I liked it because it was your hair,” she said softly, lifting Sunny’s gaze back to her own. “It’s you, Sunshine. Not your hair.”

Sunny’s heart was overflowing with love for the woman standing before her, as her eyes pricked with tears of relief.

“And, actually, I really like it,” Axel said with a smirk, slipping her hand to the back of the blonde’s head to run her fingers through the shorter locks.

Sunshine closed her eyes and let out a small pleasurable shiver as Axel played back and forth between scritches, and grabbing small handfuls of Sunny’s hair.

A mischievous smirk tugged at one corner of Sunshine’s mouth upon one overzealous tug.

“I see what you’re thinking,” Axel husked, tightening her hold and yanking Sunshine’s hair, so she was facing the ceiling.

Lips and teeth grazed and ghosted over Sunshine’s soft skin, resulting in a small whimper.

“I did that on purpose,” she moaned as Axel sealed her lips to the junction of Sunny’s neck and shoulder.

“Mmm?” she hummed, before giving the blonde a good bite.

Sunshine grunted through gritted teeth and grabbed her girlfriend’s hand that was tangled in her short hair. She pulled Axel’s hand free and pressed her body against Axel’s, successfully pinning her to the vehicle next to them.

Sunshine gave Axel a sultry smirk and bumped the mechanic’s nose with her own. “Mmmm…” She hummed back. “I had Usagi leave enough to pull… You wanna go try it out?”

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Eddie in Wonderland (Part 3 ❤️🖤)

There sat a beautiful table full of tea pots, tea cups, cookies, candies, anything that a child could wish for to have the perfect tea party. Eddie rushed up to the table, letting out a soft 'wow' before feeling two hands grab his shoulders tightly. Eddie froze up from the touch, feeling his heart drop all the way to the ground and splattering on his shoes.

"Hello, dear child. Would you like some tea?"

Eddie shuddered at the voice before turning around to face the man who owned it. "I-I'm sorry, did I interrupt?"

"No, you're just fine. Have a seat, dear." The Mad Hatter coaxed, pulling him a chair out to sit in. Eddie hesitantly sat down, looking up at the man with a worried expression. He sat down across from the boy, grabbing the tea pot and pouring some tea in a small flower cup. "Would you like some tea?"

Eddie nodded slowly with a slight smile. "Yes, thank you..."

"May I ask your name? And perhaps where you're headed?" He asks, handing him the steaming tea cup.

"Ah, my name is Eddie..." he softly replies, grabbing the cup. "And...I'm trying to find a whit-"

"Eddie? What a lovely name for a lovely boy. Here, drink up."

"...What is your name?" Eddie questions.

"I'm the Mad Hatter, but you may call me Danny." He quickly told him. "Now, drink up. Drink up! Would you like some sugar? Milk?"

The ginger grew concerned and a bit uneasy about how pushy the man was being towards drinking the tea. He peered down at the liquid, seeing it looked pretty safe. "No, I'm fine...thank you for asking..." He then took a sip, finding that this didn't taste of tea at all, more like alcohol. He coughed a little, only to see Danny staring at him.

"Does it taste good? More sugar? More milk?"

"A-Ah..." Eddie coughed again. "I-I don't think this is t-tea..."

"More sugar, I see." Danny takes the cup away and begins pouring sugar into it, at least, Eddie thought it was sugar. "Here, try it now." He hands it back to the boy, only for the liquid to taste totally different.

Eddie smiles softly, nodding. "This tastes much better, thank you." Danny watched the boy drink intensely, making sure he got each and every last drop of it. After he was done, the boy began to feel dizzy and bubbly. "Ahhh...what type of tea was that...?"

"Did you like it?"

"Hehe...yeahhh..." Eddie looked around obliviously, finding everything was mixed colors and sparkles. He was incredibly happy at the sight of it, leaning back in his chair while hiccuping. "Hehe...hahahahaha...hahaha! Hahahahaha!"

Danny stood up, approached the boy slowly, and grabbed his face. Eddie was in no condition to realize how creepy the man was being, giggling constantly at him. To Eddie, he began to look more and more like his father. "Now, those eyes of yours are so beautiful. Hazy and dark..."

"Hahaha!"

"Like you've lost yourself. Like you're mad."

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"

Danny grabs the boy's hand, lifting him up out of his chair. "Come, I rarely have guests. I would love to examine those eyes more."

"Father," Eddie spoke cheerfully. "why would you wanna see my eyes? They aren't even that pretty! Hahaha!"

"They're beautiful, Eddie. Now, we must hurry. That 'tea' won't last very long, no, not at all."

"Huhhh? What are you talking abouttt?" Eddie wobbled his way towards the other side of the table, following the Mad Hatter. "I dunno whatttt...sgghhh...waaa..."

"Hush, now. I'll make this quick."

"Huhhh? Whaaat?" Eddie questions, feeling himself being pushed against the biggest chair at the end of the table. He then saw Danny grab an eating utensil off of the table, supposedly a spoon, and holding him down by his chest. Eddie felt a sudden change of mood and began to struggle away. "No! No! No!"

"Is it already wearing off-?"

"NO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO, YOU HOOLIGAN!" Eddie cried, kicking the man in the chest and flinging himself onto the table. Danny was stunned for only a moment before grabbing Eddie's ankle and yanking him back. "NO! NO! LET ME GO!"

"Have some more tea."

"MOM! DAD?! AL! PLEASE, SOMEONE! ANYONE!" Eddie screamed, kicking and pulling away from the man. "PLEASE!"

Suddenly, as if he had heard his cries, the white rabbit jumps onto the table laughing hysterically. Eddie felt a lump in his throat, almost wishing he hadn't screamed at all; Not if this man was going to kill him instead.

"YOU AGAIN, FIVE EYES?! GIVE ME A BREAK! YOU ALREADY TRY TO GET QUEEN RAY'S EYES!" He hissed at Danny. He let Eddie go, only for Zack to pick the little boy up instead. "AHAHAHA! DO SOMETHIN LIKE THAT AGAIN AND I'LL TEAR ALL YER EYES OUT!"

"Mister. Rabbit!" Eddie gushed with a grin.

"OI, DON'T BE GETTIN HAPPY ALL OF A SUDDEN! THAT REALLY TICKS ME OFF!"

"I was merely trying to checkup on his eyes!" Danny exclaimed, hiding the spoon behind his back with a sickening smile. "Believe me!"

"NOT FOR A SECOND, YA PERV!" Zack jumps from the table, holding Eddie like a sack of potatoes, and running out the back gate. Danny called for the two to come back, but neither of them had the intention to.

"Mister. Bunny-!"

"Call me Zack, lil-shit!"

"Mister. Zack!"

"ZACK!"

"No formalities?"

"WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN, RICH BOY?!"

Eddie laughed at the rabbit-man's response, shaking his head. "Nevermind that! Where are we going?"

"The castle. I'm late, remember?!" Zack grumbled, swinging from branch to branch. This confused Eddie a bit, since he was supposed to be a rabbit, not a monkey.

"Oh! Yes, I do remember you saying something of the sorts."

"UGH, YA SPEAK TOO PROPER!"

"My apologies."

Eddie then remembered his stolen mask, peering at Zack's back pockets to see if it was there. However, there was no sight of it. Before he could question the bandaged man, he was dropped straight on his back. He looked up at Zack, only to see he was entering a large metal gate which led to the castle. "See ya later, lil-shit."

"Wait! My mask! Could you give it back?!" Zack doesn't answer, rushing through the entrance of the castle's garden. Eddie stood up and brushed himself off, walking inside of the beautifully decorated gate that the man had left open stupidly. Eddie shut the gate behind himself to make sure no one else could enter the castle grounds, since it was common sense. He then began to chase Zack once more. "Please! I really need it back!"

Eddie tripped over a can of red paint, spilling it out on the grass and landing face-first onto the ground. He rubbed his forehead, small tears forming in his eyes from the hit. "Ouch..."

"Ah! I'm so sorry! So sorry!"

"That voice..." Eddie's head perked up as he turns to see the boy who spoke to him. As he suspected, it was his older brother, Carl. Immediately after realizing it was him, he began sobbing. "CARL! WAAAAAAHHHH!" He grabbed onto Carl and pulled him in for a hug, ignoring the fact that he was dressed as a soldier.

"Uh-do I know you?" Carl asks, pulling the boy away from his grasp.

Eddie's eyes widen as he hears that question. "Carl...we're...brothers...! Do you not remember me?!"

Carl tilts his head, giving Eddie an odd look. "Uhm...dude. I have no idea who you are."

Eddie stood up and wiped his tears away, holding his head in his hands. "Oh goodness...I must be dreaming...!"

Carl grabs the bucket of paint and ran off towards two other soldiers that were with him. One was rather small, looking to be around six and the other was tall, looking to be sixteen. Eddie recognized them to be his brothers, George, Albert, and Carl, but they didn't seem to have the slightest clue who he was. So, instead of continuing to push them to remember, he decided to play it cool and go along with what they were doing.

"What are you three doing?" Eddie asks the boys.

"We're painting the roses red!" The littlest one, George, boomed happily. "We planted the wrong ones, so now we gotta fix them before the Queen comes and cuts off our heads!"

Eddie felt his heart splatter when he heard that. "What?!"

Albert, the oldest one, paid no mind to Eddie, continuing to paint. Carl grabbed George and led him onto a stool to paint more roses, explaining to Eddie. "That's right...we have to paint them red before we lose our heads!"

"Let me help then!" Eddie grabbed a paint brush and a bucket of paint, beginning to do the same. They all were panicked and rushing, hoping that they'd be done on time. Eddie didn't know the time limit, so made sure he did them quickly without really paying much mind to how good they looked. Little George couldn't do them very well either, considering his age, so some of them looked quite messy.

"Are you sure none of you know who I am?" Eddie asks while continuing to paint.

"You look like one of us, but no." Carl reported. He didn't take his eyes off of the brush, doing his best to paint every spot.

"Mhm! You do, you do!" George sang.

Eddie then heard some trumpets in the distance, seeing all of the color drain from his brother's faces. All three of them looked like they were terrified, hiding the paint and getting on their hands and knees, bowing. Eddie got down too, seeing that it would be silly to stay up. He gazed at his brothers, seeing that Carl was crying and the other two looked mortified. Was it really this fatal to have the roses red?

Suddenly, a whole army of soldiers lined up against the bushes and a red carpet was laid on the ground. The soldiers all had burlap masks on, exactly like the one that was stolen from Eddie. Confused, he looked up to see a beautiful young lady walking down the carpet and towards the four boys. Her dark crystal eyes were gleaming down the bushes, no facial expression was visible on her face. Carl began crying even more, which made George start to cry. Eddie knew that something was wrong.

Another trumpet was played, showing the rabbit-man who was playing it. "Announcing the Queen of Hearts! Or whatever..." he spat.

The Queen approached the four boys, coldly staring at them. "Who painted the roses red?" She bluntly asks, with no emotion at all. Her voice was quite pretty, but at the moment, Eddie dreaded it.

"I-It was my fault..." Carl lowered his head, tears streaming down his freckled cheeks.

"It was my fault." Albert looked up at the Queen with a harsh glare. "Don't believe that idiot."

"A-Al!" Carl sobbed, only to have Albert shove his head to the ground.

"IT WAS ME! DON'T KILL MY LITTLE BROTHERS FOR SOMETHING I DID!" Albert thundered, now having tears rapidly streaming down his face. "I DID IT! SO JUST LEAVE THEM-!"

"Off with their heads."

Eddie's head snapped up. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His three brothers all were surrounded and dragged away, seemingly to their demise.

"NO, PLEASE NO! IT WAS MY FAULT! DON'T KILL THEM! DON'T-NO! THEY'RE JUST BABIES!" Albert screeched on the top of his lungs, begging for the Queen to let his little brother's go. However, the Queen didn't even bat an eye at his cries.

Eddie knew that he had to take action. These were his brothers afterall. Hearing them cry for mercy was enough to drive the young boy mad. "WAIT! STOP!"

The whole garden went silent. The crying stopped, the soldiers stopped, and the Queen stared at Eddie with her cold eyes. Before he could say another word, the Queen lifted his chin with her finger to get a better look at his gorgeous face. "Oh, a little boy."

"Y-Yes..." Eddie stuttered, standing up and panicking. "Please, don't k-kill them! Uhmmm...th-they're my brothers...a-and..."

The Queen's long golden hair danced behind her from the wind, staring deep into Eddie's ivy green eyes. He kept eye contact to let her know he was serious about this matter. With a small sigh, the Queen lifted a hand and the soldiers let his brothers go. "All three of you, get out of my sight."

Without another word, Albert picked little George up and grabbed Carl's hand, running away with them. Eddie remained standing tall, feeling completely overpowered by the girl. However, he didn't want that to show, so tried his best to keep his calm. "You, come with me."

Eddie followed the Queen's order, staying close behind her like a lost puppy. Each and every soldier stared at Eddie, almost sympathetically. Now Eddie felt really nervous.

"Now, where do you come from and where are you going?" The Queen asked.

"W-Well...I'm trying to find my way home-!"

"Your way? It's my way." She snapped, her blue eyes looking piercing.

"Y-Yes, you're right, b-but I was thinking-!"

"Bow when you're thinking. It saves more time."

"Yes, your majesty..." Eddie bows.

"No need to call me in formalities. I like you. You may call me Rachel." She informs him before beginning to walk again.

"O-Okay, I was only g-going to ask you-!"

"I ask the questions," Rachel grabs Eddie's hand, giving him a fake smile. "Do you dance?"

"Why, yes, your maj-I mean, Rachel." Eddie stammered, flustered by the touch. He was rarely touched so gently after all. Her hands felt like ice, just as her stare and heart. She leads him inside the ball room, many soldiers following behind.

"I would like you to dance with me," Rachel spoke in a tender tone, placing one of her hands on his cheek. "You are very charming...what was your name?"

"Edward...but people call me Eddie more often..." he blushed heavily, looking away. "You may call me whatever you'd like..."

"Eddie..." Rachel repeated slowly placing her hand on his shoulder and grabbing his other one. "What a beautiful name."

Eddie looked away briefly before placing his hand on her hip and holding her hand. "Thank you, R-Rachel..."

"Music." Rachel hissed at the servants, only for them to run and put it on. She smiled at Eddie once more, beginning to dance with him. It would be a lie for him to say he didn't enjoy it, but he was terrified of messing up. Her hands were so small and her stare was adoring but cold. She really seemed like a doll that a little girl would own. He peered away from her eyes for a moment, seeing that Zack was tearing up his mask for all to see. Eddie felt an overwhelming sense of anger and fear, wanting it back as soon as possible.

"Ah, Rach-!"

"Hush now, Eddie."

"But-!"

"Hush."

"GIVE IT BACK!" Eddie finally yelled, letting go of Rachel and jumping onto Zack. He began biting and scratching, desperately wanting his burlap mask back. By the time he got ahold of it, it was almost completely destroyed. Eddie fell to his knees, holding the mask close to his chest and thinking about the day he got it. "W-Waaahh...I WANNA GO HOME!"

Zack picks Eddie up by the collar of his shirt, giving him a good punch to the stomach before throwing him back towards the Queen. Eddie held his stomach in pain, coughing violently.

"Off with his head."

"R-Rachel..." Eddie sobbed. "Please...I-I wanna...I WANNA GO HOME!"

The soldiers began to surround him, reaching out towards him to pick him up and drag him out. He shut his eyes tightly, knowing that he was doomed.

"Edward!"

Eddie opened his eyes with a small gasp, hearing his mother's voice calling for him. The soldiers were still reaching for him, so he quickly crawled underneath their legs and began running towards the voice. "Mother! Mother!" He cried, looking back to see a crowd of black and white suits chasing him.

"Edward!"

"MOMMA!" He sobbed, rushing through the tea party, the caterpillar's smoke, the flowerbed, the forest, all the way back to the small door where it all began. He slammed his hands against it, shaking the door knob violently. "LET ME OUT! LET ME GO! I WANNA GO HOME!"

"OFF WITH HIS HEAD!"

Eddie took one look back at everyone chasing him, letting out one more scream. "MOM!"

And just like that,

Eddie woke up.

"Edward, are you even listening-?!"

"MOMMA!" Eddie bawled, jumping into her arms and holding her tight. His mother was shocked from these sudden tears, but nevertheless, wiped them away. "M-Momma...*sniffle*...mommy..."

"It's alright, my dear." His mother coaxed, patting his head delicately. "Shhh..."

After a short while of comforting Eddie, his mother grabbed his hand and her book, patting his ginger locks once again. "Edward, it's nearly three o'clock. Time for tea."

Eddie picks Sadie up, holding her close to his chest with a small sniffle and sigh. "Yes, mother."

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[Author's note: That took a long time and I am NOT editing a 6935 worded AU nOPE- I hope you all enjoyed! Sorry for not updating more frequently ♡♡♡]

The cast:

Eddie as Alice: Woah, okay. That was fun. I loved how proper and sweet he was! Such a kind gentleman throughout it all~❤

Zack as the White Rabbit: Okay, this fit him 👏so👏damn👏well👏 I loved writing his character throughout this! He was a wild card, that's for sure~❤

Shin as Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum: I just HAD to add these two in, they fit PERFECTLY. I hardly ever write about them in the first place, so this was a great opportunity! Never steal from a grave-keeper~❤

The girl as the White Rose: Loved this role for her, so sweet, so kind, so talented~❤

Cathy as the Caterpillar: Sass. Sass all day. Didn't even let my poor boy finish a sentence. ✋😔

Gray as the Cheshire Cat: THE CHESHIRE CAT WAS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER AND STILL IS (other than Alice) SO I LOVED WRITING HIS CHARACTER~❤

Danny as the Mad Hatter: Creepy. As. Crap. I made him creepy as much as possible, since I didn't want him to be TOTALLY crazy, still rational and smart. I did like writing his character as well~❤

Rachel as the Queen of Hearts: She slayed it 🖤❤🖤❤🖤

The Mason bros as the Soldiers: This made me tear up Q^Q They really do care for each other...❤

Old man as the doorknob: Almost forgot him! Ahhh, he was so heartwarming to write about! Yes, this is the old man from Zack's backstory! ❤

Thank you so much for reading, I love you all! ❤

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Fangs//Easy (Part 2)

Request: Can I request a sequel to easy?? Maybe a happy ending of some kind? It makes me so sad D;

hey!! its here! i hope you guys like this and that it fixes all your broken hearts! also, @wayward-river​ i told you i’d post it soon!

part 1

“How do you make it look so easy?”

“What?”

“Forgetting us.”

“Y/n!” He calls after you but you’re retreating figure makes him sigh. He’s fucked up...big time. And he has no way to fix it. He broke your heart with no explanation and just two weeks later replaced you with another girl. You were right. You always are. You should be here together, or at home watching TV. 

“Fangs?” He kind of forgot he came here with his new girlfriend and when he turns around to acknowledge her, she’s on him instantly, pushing him into the bathroom. But he feels nothing. There’s only one thing on his mind and its you. But to be honest, thats nothing new. 

“I’m not really in the mood.” He pushes her away and she pouts in return. However its got nothing on you, you could pout at him and he’d do literally anything for you. He’d do anything for you anyway. 

So why did he break up with you?

Not even he knows and the more he thinks about it, the crazier he goes. 

“Lets go back to the party.” He forces a smile and she thinks about it for a moment before smiling and grabbing his hand, dragging him back to hell.

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“Pick up for Y/l/n.” You send a small smile to Pop and he returns it before walking into the back leaving you alone. You look around the diner to see that the affect the party has had on it. There’s hardly anybody in, seeing as though its not quite late enough for drunk teenagers to come rolling in. You sigh and you’re about to pull your phone out of your pocket when your eyes land on a familiar serpent, sat at the back of the diner with an empty milkshake in front of him and his phone in his hand.  

Should you talk to him?

On one hand he looks sad and you did love him. You still do. He was your entire world. But on the other hand, he tore your heart out, ripped it in to shreds and then stamped on it. So fuck him. 

“Here you go Y/n.” Pop hands you your paper bag and you take it gratefully. “Have a nice night.” 

“You too Pop.” You smile at him and hand him the money before turning around. You’re almost out the door. Almost safe...and then.

“Y/n?” His voice is quiet and full of fear but you hear it anyway and sigh. The action making Fangs feel even more depressed. 

Yep. It took two weeks and one party, but your ex is finally, truly experiencing a break up. Something that you surprisingly take no joy in. Its like your staring into a really depressing mirror as you take in his appearance. His hair is messy, his eyes are red and his face is blotchy. Very different to how he looked just a few hours before. 

“Hey Fangs.” You turn and wave awkwardly. The action being unusual to both of you. You’re never this awkward around each other, but thats what a break up does to someone.

“Your usual?” He points to your bag and you nod slowly. 

“Yeahhh.” You trail off and look around. “Where’s your girlfriend?” 

“Ex.” 

“What?” 

“She’s my ex. I broke up with her.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeahh.” He sighs and you look at the floor. 

“I would say I’m sorry. But I’m not.” 

“I get that.” He smiles a little and you return it, and for a few seconds every thing is normal again. “Do you want me to walk you home?” And there’s the tension that seems to follow you both around. 

“Oh, no. Its fine.” You shake your head. 

“It’s late though.” 

“It’s not that late.” You argue. 

“But its dark.” 

“I’ll be fine.” 

“I’m going that way anyway.” 

“Okay!” You throw your hands up in defeat. “Fine. But we’re walking in silence and I’m not sharing my food with you.” 

“Okay.” He nods. “And you never did anyway.” 

“True.” You agree and he smiles softly to himself. “Well, are you coming or not?” 

“Oh, yeah.” He says quickly and reaches for the door, holding it open for you. You smile gratefully at him as you pass and as soon as your in the neon lit parking lot, you don’t wait for him. Instead you focus on the wet ground, and the fact that you might not be able to avoid the rain for much longer. You’d been lucky on the way here, leaving just as it had stopped, but you had a feeling it would start again and that would be all you need. 

Fangs catches up to you quickly and he falls in to step with you. The paper bag rustling, draws his attention away from the dark sky and he steals a glance at you while your head is practically inside your take-out bag. The small action makes him laugh silently, and it only grows louder when you emerge with a mouthfull of fries. 

“What?” Your question is muffled and your face is filled with annoyance, but it does nothing to stop him from smiling. He simply holds his hands up in defense making you roll your eyes before looking away. 

The sky is full of dark clouds, the moon barely visible and the stars are no where to be seen. It’s unusual for a night in summer but it kind of fits your mood. 

“Y/n?” Fangs’ voice pulls your attention away from the clouds above your head, both physically and metaphorically and you take a deep breath before looking at him. 

“What happened to silence?” You raise an eyebrow at him making him look at the ground. 

“I know. I just need to say something and then I promise I’ll shut up. Okay?” 

“Okay.” You nod reluctantly. 

“I’m sorry.” The words are simple, yet it feels a ton weight has been lifted off the both of you. A tiny part of your heart is healed. 

“Okay.” You reply. “You’re not forgiven. But okay.” 

For five minutes your walk is silent, but its not as awkward as it was. There’s a mutual understanding between the two of you and you know Fangs was being sincere. He was truly sorry. And even though it doesn’t excuse the fact that he ruined a relationship for seemingly nothing, its a step in the right direction. 

“Hey Fangs?” You break the silence and his head whips up to look at you. 

“Yeah?” 

“Do you want some of my fries?” You ask and hold the bag out to him. 

“Yeah.” He nods. “I’d like that.” He smiles and takes some fries from you. You make brief eye contact with him before looking away and forcing the blush off your face. 

The trailer park comes into view and a soft smile appears on your face and the thought of being back home. However, it seems as soon as you think about being safe from parties, heartbreak and impending rain, thunder sounds followed by lightning and then, of course...rain. 

“Shit.” Fangs mumbles and ducks his head, walking just a little faster. 

“my food...” You mumble sadly as you look down at the brown paper bag in your hand. Fangs stops and looks at you, a pout on your lips as you watch your take-out bag get wetter. 

Damn. That pout. The pout that will make him do anything. 

“Here.” He shrugs his jacket off and hands it to you. 

“What?” You ask, looking between him and his outstretched hand. 

“For your burger.” 

“Its fine.” You laugh. “But thank you.” 

“What if you come a bit closer, and then we can both huddle under my jacket and then your dinner won’t get any soggier.”  He suggests and you roll your eyes but do what he says anyway. 

“You really are my hero.” You say as the two of you hurry towards the trailer park. 

“Thats me. Fangs Fogarty, the burger hero this town deserves. Saving burgers, one at a time.” 

“Wow.” 

“I know. I know. It can be quite daunting to meet your heroes.” 

“You’re such a dumbass.” 

“I know.” He replies making you giggle. ��Well, here you are.” He says as you stop outside your trailer. 

“Here I am.” You reply and take your keys from your pocket. He continues to hold his jacket above your head, despite the fact that he’s not under it anymore, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “I’ll see you around Fangs. And thank you for walking me home.” 

“I protect humans, as well as burgers. Especially if they’re pretty.” 

“You think burgers are pretty?” You tease making him roll his eyes. 

So...about that burger?” 

“Get your own Fogarty.” You quickly pull the bag away from him and he frowns. “Good night.” You send him a warm smile before running up the steps and unlocking the front door. You look at him one last time before walking in and closing the door behind you. 

The darkness of your home seems to overwhelm you as soon as the door closes and you let out a long sigh while you lean your head against the glass. 

Two weeks is a short time in the grand scheme of things. In an entire life time its nothing. But everything has changed in the past two weeks. Your entire life has been flipped and you want nothing more than to go back. To go back two weeks, just an hour before the fight that ended it all and just enjoy being happy and in love, with no sign of anything bad ever happening. 

“Y/n!” Fangs’ harsh knocking on the door makes you jump and quickly swing it open. He’s stood in the rain, holding his jacket loosely, but as soon as he see’s you he drops it. 

“Oh, thank God.” You mumble and move towards him, your hands cupping his cheeks while his squeeze your hips. You kiss him harshly making him wobble a little at the force, but as soon as he steadies himself he kisses you back just as roughly and pushes you back through the door, kicking it closed behind him. 

And suddenly, there’s no sign of anything bad looming...not anymore. 

[dprwolfgang]

Everything is Yours // DΞΔN

It’s been awhile since I’ve actually written a piece but I guess my grove is coming back idk.Hopefully y’all enjoy. Dean x Reader Slight Angst/Fluff

12am the clock on my bedside table read.Why was I up at a time when I shouldn’t be? Why was I thinking about shit that I shouldn’t be?

Sad about things that happened last year but I’m still not over it.To be honest everyone sees that I’m down and out no matter how much I deny it.No matter how many guys come my way there’s nobody like him.The way we were,the things he did. I don’t know nobody like him.

What makes everything harder is that we both work in the same industry.We see each other more than we’d like to admit and every time I have to pretend that I don’t give a fuck about the females draped on his arms or his lap.It hurts that I can’t get over him while he’s already over me.

The sound of my phone signaling a text pulls me out of my thoughts as I absentmindedly search for it on the table.Another thing that made this harder was our friends.We had a lot of mutual friends and rather than to keep them out or make them choose between us I just fell back.But there’s the persistent few such as Jiho who’s texting me at this ungodly hour.

Not bothering to reply to him I got out of bed and pulled some shorts on under my oversized Neymar football T-shirt with a black hat over my head.Grabbing my keys,purse and phone I head to the closest food spot and got Jiho some food before heading towards his studio.

Typing in his passcode I let myself in and made my way to his home studio where he sat on his phone. “I’ve arrived and I brought that good good,” I dangle the food in front of his face.He looked up at me sliding his phone back into his pocket as I place the bag on the coffee table and start taking out the food.

“I’ve arrived and I brought that good good,” I dangle the food in front of his face.He looked up at me sliding his phone back into his pocket as I place the bag on the coffee table and start taking out the food.

“C’mon eat,can’t have you dying on me from starvation.” He played around on his computer a bit before a beat played through his speakers. “That It?”

“Yeah,” He replies as I pass him his chopsticks. “How’ve you been though?”

“I’ve been good,can’t complain.” I don’t know why but the beat playing in the background just reminded me of everything I was holding in.

“Tell another lie.”

“I’m not lying though.” Jiho looked at me like ‘really’.

“I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying.You’ve been avoiding me lately, I miss my best friend,my partner in crime but I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

“I can’t,” he looks at me urging me to go on. “because I know that once I start I’ll let everything out and I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You guys are both so damn alike,stubborn and hard headed.Just kiss and make up already.” Jiho sighs running a hand down his face.

“That’s easier said than done okay,he moved on and maybe it’s time I did to. I was avoiding hanging with you guys because it hurts every time I have to pretend like I don’t give a fuck about the bitches hovering around him like vultures when I want nothing more than to drag them. I’ve never fought for a man and yet he’s out here making me wanna drag hoes left and right. I’m still in love with him after a year and I don’t think my love for him will ever change. I don’t know how to just let go of 5 years Jiho.Is that what you wanna hear? Huh?? That I miss him when I shouldn’t be? Constantly thinking about his bed and his warmth when I shouldn’t be? That no matter how much I try there’s never going to be another him and that I need him to make myself happy?” I all but shouted at him.Not noticing the tears running down my face I made a grab for my purse and fished my keys from my pocket.

“I-I gotta go.” I told Jiho,my voice cracking in the end as I ran out the studio and apartment straight to my car.Sitting in my car I finally broke down.

“Did you hear all that?” Jiho asked placing his phone against his ear.Jiho knew you’d give him hell but quite frankly he was tired of Hyuk’s whining about you not loving him anymore because you didn’t react to anything he did.

“Yeahhh,” Hyuk sighed. “Where is she?”

“She just left but her car is still in the parking lot,wait no she’s pulling out now.” Jiho spoke as he bit into his chicken. “You at her place yet?”

“Yeah,just kinda standing in front her door,”

“Good and don’t call me back unless you both have made up.Leave her again and I’m telling Gray that it’s okay to ask her out.” Jiho threatens before hanging up the phone. You didn’t live that far from Jiho so Hyuk knew that you’d be back soon.Leaned against the wall beside your apartment door,he contemplates what he’s going to say to you.

Neither of you have spoken to each other in the past year and every time you’ve seen him he’s had some woman all over him.It’s not like he did it on purpose the first time but every other time he just wanted to see if he’d get a reaction from you.He knew that you didn’t change the code to your once shared apartment and he could probably wait for you inside but he didn’t want to fight with you.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts.Even after a year apart you’re still the only woman to have him at a complete lost for words.In your too large soccer tshirt and yoga shorts,curly hair in a messy bun and no makeup on.He can’t help but to just stare at you.

“Hyuk,why are you here?” You ask again,arms folded over your chest.

“I came to collect my stuff,” He replies rubbing at his nape.

“It’s been a year what makes you think I stil have your stuff?”  

“My clothes you probably burnt that but kept most of the shirts and as for the equipment,I know you still have it because it’s the one piece of me that you have left.” He speaks proudly knowing that he’s getting under your skin.

“Fucking Jiho,can’t ever keep his damn mouth shut.Runs his mouth like a fucking tap.” You mumble to yourself as you unlock the door.You enter first and hold the door open for him.Hyuk follows in after you and takes off his shoes as you close the door.

You kick off your shoes and venture further into the apartment with him trailing behind you.He takes notice of the minor changes you’d made but all in all everything was still the same.

“Your equipment is where it’s always been and as for the shirts,you aren’t getting them back.”  

“I don’t want them back. You can keep them just the same way you’ve kept my heart this entire time.The only thing I want back is you.”

He doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches a bit before you reply.

“You left me! You left me alone without a fucking reason Hyuk and now you expect me to just come back?” You shout.

“You think I wanted to leave you? Do you know how hard it was for me to walk out that door when all I wanted was to hold you? We were drifting…we didn’t have time for each other,we argued over everything and I saw how much more you smiled when you were with that Suga guy and I figured you deserved better.”

“You left me because you thought I’d be better off with Yoongi? How fucking daft are you? He’s just and always will be a friend.So what we argue? What couple doesn’t? None of that ever mattered because I knew I’d be fine because I had you.”

Eyes glassy and brimmed with tears as your hands folded into fists at your sides,he crosses the room and stands before you.Forehead resting against yours,he looks at you. “Please don’t cry. I’m sorry. I was stupid and I’m sorry.Just tell that you forgive me,that you still love me as much as I love you and that…that we can fix this,please.”

“I-I can’t,” you sniffle.The broken look on his face is one that you never wanted to see.His hands drop from your face and he steps back only for you to move forward. “I can’t tell you that because I forgave you long ago,I’ve never stopped loving you and I want nothing more than for us to forget this ever happened and go back to being us as in the plural of u.”

Before he can react or even respond your lips are on his,soft and full just as he remembers and it isn’t long before he’s kissing you back.Articles of clothing start coming off piece by piece and adding to the growing pile on the living room floor before you both get lost in each other on the couch,against the ceiling to floor windows overlooking Seoul,on the plush carpet of the living room floor not knowing or giving a damn about where one begins or where the other ends.

Head resting on his chest and a leg thrown over one of his as you cuddled into him under the blanket he’d dragged off the couch,Hyuk runs his fingers through your hair occasionally getting them tangled in your curls and he can’t help the smile he’s wearing.This is how it should always be. You in his arms,by his side.It didn’t matter as long as he was with you.

“I love you and I’m never leaving you again.” He kisses your head.

“I love you too even though it Jiji calling you to get you to come home.” You reply,pressing a kiss to his chest.Hyuk chuckles lightly and makes a mental note to thank his friend.For you he’d do anything.Everything and every part of him is yours and it always will be.

[amethystdarkwolf]

Emotionless Emotionals [Chapter Four]

AU: College

Ship: Analogical

Warnings, for the entire fic: Swearing, self-harm (both mentions of past and present), Panic attacks, emotional detachment, mentions of past eating disorders, hints of present eating disorders, homophobia, emotional abuse, previous death mention, car crashes mention.

Word count: 1,619

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As their lips connected, Virgil’s swirling thoughts vanished, leaving him blissfully blank. His eyes fluttered shut and he focused on the softness of Logan’s lips and how gently he was cupping his cheek. Holy shit, Virgil thought. This is actually happening.

After a brief moment, Logan pulled away, his eyes opening trying to gauge if he'd just royally screwed up, or if he'd just made one of the best decisions in his life. He didn't move his hand from its place, but his touch was still subtle and gentle so Virgil could, again, easily pull away. Virgil stared into Logan’s ridiculously beautiful eyes, only pausing for a moment before plunging back in for another kiss. It was a little messy, a little rough, but so, so good. He shifted so that he was even closer to Logan, throwing one of his legs haphazardly over his waist so that Virgil was practically on top of him. He pulled away after a moment, panting, his cheeks flushed.

Logan's face was burning red, at first, he was caught off guard by Virgil's decision, his hands moved and gripped onto Virgil's waist. He realized just how close they were as he felt their panting and heavier breaths bouncing off one another, he cleared his throat. "I... I'm unsure of what to do now..." He admitted quietly, he normally knew what to do in almost every situation, but this left him uncertain, and not necessarily in a bad way. Virgil blinked, his mind still blank and empty. “I, uh, I don’t really know, either,” he whispered breathlessly. “That... that was...” He trailed off, a tiny smile quirking his lips up. “Fuck, Logan, that was incredible.” Logan smiled, "I... I certainly agree with you... It... It was amazing." He gave a breathy laugh, "As I've previously stated, I'm not good with emotions... But... I'm well aware that... I am romantically attracted to you," he spoke, his tone clearly still nervous and slightly shaky. Virgil was fully convinced by this point that his face was going to be permanently red. “Shit, I feel the same way,” he said, then added quietly, “Honestly, I wanted to do this since I saw you on move-in day.”

Logan was noticeably surprised, "Really?" He asked, "If I'm being truly honest, I thought I had scared you when we first met..." He added. Virgil‘s tiny smile turned more sly. “I called you intimidating, yeah, but I definitely meant that in the best possible way.” Logan's smile was replaced by a bit of a smirk in response to Virgil's sly smile, "It's rare to hear intimidating in a positive context, and even before that you seemed rather tense with just me being present, therefore my point still stands," he replied with a bit of uncharacteristic sass. Virgil’s smile dropped, his eyes going wide at Logan’s ungodly smirk. He hid against the man’s chest, not wanting him to see how flustered he was. “Fuck, I thought you were hot, okay?” Virgil whined, his voice slightly muffled.

Logan tried to ignore his own face flushing yet again, as he quietly chuckled, "I found you incredibly attractive as well, now onto a different topic... Are you alright?" He asked, moving his hand from Virgil's waist to his hair. Virgil lifted his head up solely so Logan could see him roll his eyes. “Really, Logan? We finish making out- great first kiss, by the way, like holy fuck- and you ask me if I’m alright?” He kept his tone light and teasing, a smile making its way onto his face. “I’ve never been better.”

"Well sorry! I was just checking!" Logan replied sarcastically, and obviously joking, he sighed in a content manner, "and that's great..." There was another silence for a few moments, while he was happy with this, they'd been in bed for a while longer than normal, "We should probably get up now..." He offered but made no attempt to actually get up. Virgil interrupted Logan with a huff, shifting so that he was laying completely on top of him. “Just a few more minutes...”

"I have a feeling if we stay this way for 'just a few more minutes' it will more realistically turn out to be maybe a couple hours," Logan stated, "and you do realize I could easily move you off of me, right?" He questioned, Virgil’s pout slowly morphed into an evil grin. “You underestimate my power,” he whispered mischievously. Logan tilted his head slightly, "Yeahhh right, anyway..." He held onto Virgil's waist and tried to move him off of him and onto the other side of the bed. Only instead of cooperating,  Virgil practically hissed, latching onto Logan even tighter. He snaked his legs around Logan’s, looping his arms around his shoulders and hanging on."Oh, come on...." Logan rolled his eyes, his tone and expression weren't annoyed in the slightest, however. "Virgil, come on, we have to get up..."

“Says who?” Virgil asked dryly. Getting an idea, he buried his face in the crook of Logan’s neck, leaving soft kisses along the skin. “Logan... stay... for... awhile...” He purred in between kisses. Logan noticeably shivered, "You aren't playing fair..." He whined in a whisper, while Virgil grinned to himself, pleased at the effect he was having on Logan. “When did I ever say I’d play fair?” He teased, playfully nibbling at Logan’s neck. “Staaaaay...” Again, Logan tried to move Virgil off of him but failed.  He sighed, getting an idea in his head, but decided to act like he was giving in to get Virgil to let go, "fine... But only for a few minutes." He mumbled.

Virgil relaxed on top of Logan, grinning in triumph. He unwrapped from around him, now snuggled against his chest, his eyes closing peacefully as he curled on top of him. After about a minute of Virgil being curled up on top of him peacefully, Logan again, but much quicker this time, grabbed onto Virgil's waist and moved him to the other side of the bed. He smirked as he sat up and stretched. Virgil let out a surprised yelp as he was suddenly moved, scowling at Logan. “You little shit!” He lunges forward, latching onto Logan again. “You’re not going anywhere!” Logan laughed at Virgil's reaction,  "Virgil, we're already awake, give up already, we can cuddle later tonight," he explained, trying to unhook Virgil's arms from him.

Virgil leaned against Logan’s shoulder, pressing a few more kisses to it. “I would, but it’s a matter of pride now.” Logan rolled his eyes, "I guess we're staying like this then, where neither of us is comfortable enough to fall back asleep." He said, again with that smirk. Unfortunately for Virgil, he had tilted his head to look up at Logan... right as Logan smirked down at him. He groaned and finally let go, hiding his face in his hands. “I can’t stand it when you smirk like that,” he grumbled, refusing to look at Logan. Logan chuckled as he stood up and grabbed his laptop, "and why is that?" He asked Virgil huffed when he heard Logan’s laugh but refused to move his hands away. “Because... it makes me flustered... because you’re cute...” He mumbled.

"And you're incredibly adorable when you're flustered, so remind me to smirk like that more often," Logan stated as he made his way over to his desk and sat down. “Noooo,” Virgil complained, pulling his covers over his head. “Not adorable...”

"Yes, you are, you know I don't lie," Well about most things Logan spoke, looking over at Virgil and just smiling in appreciation, "So just accept the truth." Virgil hesitantly moved the covers away from his face, staring at Logan before mumbling, “I wouldn’t choose the word adorable to describe an angsty emo nightmare.”

"Well, that's just how you see yourself, I see you as adorable, therefore that is the word I choose." He said before turning back starting to work on the project again, Virgil offered Logan a tiny smile before he turned back to his work. He reached over and grabbed his laptop off of his desk, pulling up the research paper he had tried to start on the night before. He suddenly froze, a thought occurred to him. “Hey, Logan...” Virgil said softly, too embarrassed to look away from his computer screen. “Does this mean... we’re dating?”

Logan paused, his fingers stopping on his keyboard the noticeable lack of the clicking noise making the room go silent, he turned to look at Virgil over his shoulder, "I... I would assume so," there was another tension-filled silence before he hurriedly spoke up again, "I mean... Unless of course, you don't want that..." Virgil nodded quickly, waving his hands. “No, no, I- I absolutely do!” He stuttered. “I just- I didn’t want to assume- I didn’t know if you- if we- if it was... official.” He winced at his oh-so-eloquently phrased response, muttering an apology before turning back to his work, his shoulders hunched. Real smooth, Virge. Real smooth.

"Well, neither did I... Neither of us asked the other out directly... So there wasn't a definitive way to know... But... Now.. I assume, we are? Officially dating?" He said with a more questioning tone as if asking again if Virgil was wanting and okay with this, Virgil’s eyes wandered back over to Logan as he spoke, slowly nodding again. “Yeah. Yeah, we are. Officially dating.” His voice was full of awe.

"Good... I'm... I'm glad," He said before turning back and zoning out on his work for a while. Virgil broke into a dorky grin as he turned back to his computer, starting on his research and somehow managing to find some really good sources.

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[marvelmadwoman]

Jealousy - Chapter 11

— Okay guys I am so so sorry it has literally been months and months since I last posted a chapter, but here’s the long awaited chapter 11 :))) I hope there are still some of you out there who are interested in this fic bc if there aren’t then I just won’t write the next few chapters I have in mind! Let me know if you want more, especially the smut that immediately follows this chapter ;)

You met the boys at the local bowling alley, which is just down the road from your houses, and you see that Tom is wearing a yellow bandana on his head. Your first reaction is to laugh as you walk towards them, but then you realise, fuck he looks good in bandanas. Tom looks up as you near them, and smirks when he sees you obviously eyeing him up.

“Like what you see?” Tom asks you, making Harrison look up and roll his eyes when he realises what’s going on

You laugh and reply “ooo yeah Haz this shirt looks so good on you”

This makes Harrison crack up, blow you a kiss and say, “thanks sweetheart”. Tom has his right eyebrow raised and jaw clenched, “wow you really need to get some new material Y/N, it’s getting old now” he says, shaking his head

“Seems to be having the desired effect” you reply with a wink, folding your arms “so why the fuck you wearing a bandana Holland?”

“They’re useful, you know, good for keeping my hair back” He says, putting his hands on his hips indignantly

“Rightttt” you say, sceptical

“Plus I look fit” he says with a smirk

“You wish” Harrison says with a laugh “right why are we just standing here, let’s go in” he says, turning on his feet and walking in front of you and Tom. You look up at Tom, who has snakes his arm round your waist, and is subtly running his fingers up and down your waist.

“Okay I give in you do look pretty fit with that on” you murmur into his ear as you walk through the doors of the bowling alley. Tom turns to you with a smug smile on his face, “knew it”.

“Oi lovebirds I got alley 5” Harrison shouts from a few metres in front of you guys

“I am so gonna win” you say to Tom

“As if! I am literally the reigning champion whenever we go bowling” Tom exclaims

“Hey I won that one time!” You say, shoving his shoulder

“Oh was that the time you used the fucking child’s aid thingy so all you had to do was let go of the ball??” Tom asks, raising an eyebrow

“Oi fuck off I’ll have you know there’s a lotta skill involved in that and I just happened to master it” you reply, laughing

“Oh bullshit” Tom says with a laugh

“Yeah I’m with Tom on this one” Harrison says as you join him at alley 5 “you cheated so bad that game Y/N”

“Fine fine! Doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna win this time” you say with a sigh

“Miracles do happen” Harrison mutters under his breath to Tom, making them both crack up. You shake your head and the pair of them, before an idea pops into your head.

“Oi Haz it’s your turn to get the drinks” you say

“Yeah yeah I’ll be back in a sec” he says, before stopping and turning back and pointing his finger at the two of you “don’t you dare fuck whilst I’m at the bar”

“Fineeee we’ll wait until you get back Haz!” You shout after him

“Wouldn’t want you to miss out!” Tom adds, laughing as Haz rolls his eyes.

“In all seriousness though” you murmur in Tom’s ear, catching his attention, “how about we make a lil bet?” Tom turns to you,

“That does sound promising” he replies “especially because I’m bound to win” he says, a smug smile on his face, as he loosely wraps his arms around your waist, his hands on the top of your ass, your hands on his chest.

“Don’t get cocky yet mister” you say, poking his chest “right so if I win I get to choose what we do tonight and if you win, you get to choose”

Tom’s eyebrows scrunch slightly in confusion “what do you mean choose what we do?” He says, not catching on

“God you’re slow” you say, rolling your eyes “I mean you’d have the power to do whatever you want with me...” Tom’s eyes widen “...but only if you win! And if I win, then I have the power” you say, with a wink.

“Whatever I want??” Tom questions, a glint forming in his eye

“Well you’ve got to win first but yeahhh” you say “shit here comes Haz, alright, we got a deal?” You ask

“Hell yeah we do” Tom says with a smirk, “I better start planning”

“God you’re so cocky” you say

“And you love it” he murmurs in your ear, before kissing your neck and then pulling away to take the drinks from Harrison.

“Right let’s get this show on the road” Harrison says, walking up to take the first bowling ball

“I am so looking forward to winning” Tom says to Harrison, but glances at you with a smirk

Harrison bowls his first ball and miraculously gets a strike, which results in an over the top celebration “yesssss in your face losers, don’t be so sure of yourself Tommy boy” Harrison shouts, patting Tom on the back as he rolls his eyes and goes over to choose his ball.

“Oh yeah Tom,” you say cheekily “Harrison could win...” to which Harrison gives you a slightly confused look, whereas Tom’s head snaps round and glares at you, before slightly pouting and taking his shot. Of course the idiot got a strike. Of course you scored 3. Arghhh why were you so shit at bowling, you question yourself, as the boys tease you. But you smirk and think to yourself, as much as having power over Tom would be good, subconsciously you think when you made that bet you were hoping he would win... you knew that boy had another side to him, and that made you very very curious.

Unsurprisingly, Tom won. God, the look he gave you when the results were totalled up was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen (definitely rivalled by the sight of his head between your thighs).

“Yeah yeah we get it, you won mate” Harrison says, rolling his eyes like the sore loser he is, “you can stop shrieking now”

“Sorry that you’re such a bad loser Haz, some of us have things to celebrate” Tom says, shooting you a cheeky glance at his last words that, unbeknown to Harrison, have an entirely different meaning.

“You’re such a div” Harrison says with a laugh, “right, well I’m going home now cause if I’m here much longer I think you two might actually die from eye-fucking each other”, he says, as he hugs you and Tom before walking towards the door.

There’s a moment where you and Tom are just staring at each other, and you could swear Tom bit his lip, before he steps towards you and kisses you softly, bringing your body closer to his. You kiss him back, and it deepens, as you both forget for a minute that you’re actually still in the bowling alley. He pulls back abruptly and both of you are breathless,

“We uh we should go back to mine” you say, gripping his collar with your hands that were previously on his face,

“Thought I had control tonight darlin?” Tom says with a smirk

“Oh so you don’t want to get laid tonight? Yeah good plan let’s just stay here” you joke

“Oh fuck off, let’s get out of here” he says, laughing and grabbing your hand

You both almost run out of the alley and down the street to your house, hands interlocked,

“My parents aren’t home tonight either”, you murmur into his ear as you near your house

“Well that’s perfect then isn’t it?” Tom says to you, “no one to stop you from being as loud as you’d like to be” he adds, smirking

“Who says I’m gonna be loud?” You ask with a laugh

“Oh trust me love you’re not even gonna be able to control yourself when I’m finished with you” He says, kissing your neck as you unlock your front door.

“Sounds promising” you say with a wink as you let yourselves in.

As soon as Tom kicks the door shut behind you, he turns you round and kisses you against the door, letting his cold hands roam under your shirt and making you inhale sharply at the temperature. But that quickly leaves your mind, as you feel his tongue slide over your lower lip, and part your lips to allow him to deepen the kiss. It’s messy but god it is so fucking hot. He’s pushed your jacket off of your shoulders, giving him more access to your neck, where you know he’s leaving marks, and his hands are busy battling with your bra strap behind you. Surprisingly, he undoes it in record time, allowing his hands to palm your heaving tits, paying particular attention to your hardening nipples. You gasp as he pinches your right nipple, which only makes him smirk in your kiss, and take advantage of the access you’ve just given him to your mouth. He’s in such a dominant mood tonight and you are loving it. This is the side of Tom that you thought was there.

Suddenly, he breaks off the kiss, leaving you panting and he grabs your wrist and just says, “upstairs”, and you follow him up to your bedroom. He’s been there enough times to know where it is in the dark, but the difference is this time, he won’t just be imagining having you naked underneath him.

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[throwaninkpot]

Game On

A Pidge & Lance fic that’s been sitting on my computer, unedited, for months now. I needed something to focus my thoughts on today, so I cleaned this up. ...It’s still messy. Oh, well.

Pidge was dedicated. All who met her agreed, that was her most outstanding trait—at least all of her fellow paladins did. Coran and Princess Allura had once made them do just that, describe each other using only two traits, as a paladin bonding exercise. All of them had said “dedication” for Pidge. (Lance had also listed “short” and gotten a pillow in from her.)

Once she set her mind on something, nothing—little or large—could stop her from reaching that goal. She found her ways. Sometimes these ways were not quite legal (such as fabricating an entirely new identity in order to enroll in the Garrison), but she found them all the same.

All that considered, Lance knew he shouldn’t have been surprised at how persistent she could be over a video game.

After Pidge discovered there was no place to plug the console into, both she and Lance had a moment of mourning. They cursed such a cruel twist of fate, that they would have gone through so much for nothing. Then, Lance picked up the box for the Gameflux that they had cast aside only minutes ago.

“Guess we should pack it back up….” He sighed. All that work, for nothing.

“No.”

Lance frowned and looked towards Pidge.

“No,” she repeated. “I’m not letting something like a non-compatible outlet stand between me and Killbot Phantasm 1! And neither are you!” She rose to her feet, purpose shinning in her eyes. “Come on, Lance, we’re making an adapter!”

That was more like it. That was the Pidge he knew.

Lance grinned, tossing the box aside again. “I have no idea how to do that, but I’m right behind you!”

It took time, and roping in Hunk’s assistance; but at last, they had created a three-way adapter. Pidge connected the console to the screen while Lance cheered, then hurried back to claim a seat and controller. Caught in the infectious excitement, Hunk couldn’t resist joining the two. After a crash course in the gameplay and controller’s buttons, they began playing.

Three rounds of multi-player later, Hunk decided he had had his fill.

Pidge was baffled by that.

“What?” she exclaimed. “How can you be done already?”

“I mean, it’s a fun game and all. You guys are just...really, really intense,” Hunk explained, glancing nervously between the two.

“I don’t know what you mean, man,” Lance said. He gave Hunk a curious, puzzled look. “We’re just playing.”

A loud noise erupted from the speakers of the screen, drawing their attention. While Lance had been distracted with him, Pidge had still been playing. And she had demolished his character in the game.

Lance reacted loudly and dramatically, with shouting and flopping. Pidge only cackled, gleefully.

“Yeahhh...I’m gonna go make dinner.” Hunk edged his way out of the room, but the two didn’t notice.

Dinner was ready, and Lance and Pidge were still playing, only pulled away by Hunk physically coming to call them in. They came to the table babbling about the game, comparing scores over sporkfuls of the meal, and teasing each other about playing styles.

The others observed these going-ons with reactions varying from eying the pair like they were crazy, (Keith), fascination with both their enthusiasm and the custom of gaming itself (Coran), and good-natured eye-rolling (Shiro). But the group let them have their fun. Heaven knew, they all needed something fun to focus on, now and then. It was just a game, anyway; they would probably be over it in a week, tops.

* * *

They weren’t over it.

Two weeks had passed, and both Lance and Pidge were spending any and all free time attached to the console like it was a magnet. Whooping and yells could be heard by anyone who walked past the room the game console had taken up residence in, at any given time. If that wasn’t bad enough, whenever they weren’t playing the game, it all but dominated their thoughts. Hunk couldn’t speak three words to either of them, without Killbot Fan-whatever being brought up. He—and also Shiro, although Shiro wouldn’t quite admit it—had come to agree with Keith.

The two were clearly crazy.

And it was more than just obsessed playing. An intense game rivalry had sprung up between the two, and Hunk wouldn’t have been surprised if it were to the death.

The competition was close. Both Pidge and Lance had grown-up playing video games.

“Matt and I even took part in a few gaming tournaments,” Pidge explained. “Just in our spare time, y’know, as a small hobby.” As she beat Lance for the third time that day, she added with a smirk, “But we always placed.”

She had always been more skilled than her brother; something Matt had admitted himself, something she took pride in. Whereas for Lance, it had been a constant competition. There was never a consistent game champ among himself, his siblings, and his cousins (and occasionally, his mother and aunts and uncles). It was a true fight for first place—or, a true war, actually, considering the size of the McClain clan. From that, Lance had picked up what he referred to as “defensive maneuvers and skillz”. Pidge called them dirty tricks and cheating.

“You can’t do that!” she howled.

“Ha, I just did!” Lance crowed back.

It was all she could do to not physically attack him. The worst part was, she knew she could beat him otherwise. Clearly, she was the more skilled and knowledgeable gamer of the two! Lance hadn’t even heard of the Killbot Phantasm saga before! It was just him and his cheating “skillz” that let him keep up with her...and, sometimes, get ahead.

* * *

"Lance, for the last time: Looking. At. The. Other. Person’s. Screen. Is. Cheating.”

“Okay, sorry, won’t happen again.”

“That’s what you said before!”

“Well, I won’t this time.”

“There! I saw that, you did it just now! That’s it, I’m taping a divider up.”

* * *

Pidge had the sneaking suspicion that whenever they paused the game and she went to do something (visit the bathroom, restock snacks, whatever), Lance would unpause without her. He swore he wasn’t, scoffed at her “paranoia”, but she could tell. The screen would change—only a little bit, he was clever enough to try and keep it subtle, she’d give him that—but it had definitely changed and enough to give him an edge on her.

She resolved not to leave the game unattended anymore. Not even for the bathroom; that could wait until after their gaming session. There were more important things at stake than her bladder.

* * *

Lance’s cheating aside, Pidge was actually enjoying herself more than she had in awhile.

Beyond the satisfaction of basking in the triumph of defeating him, of course, because that was an obvious delight.

No, simply playing with him was fun. Whether she won or not, she always left the game happy. It almost reminded her of video game nights with Matt. Back home, they’d made it a monthly thing. Even while he was at the Garrison, and they’d only been able to play online together. Before the mission to Kerberos, they’d—well...it had practically been the highlight of her month.

Playing with Lance was almost like that. With added bonus of his reactions every time she defeated him.

* * *

When the two came to training late because they had stayed up until one in the morning playing, the other members of the team finally decided enough was enough. The next day, they took matters into their own hands. As Pidge and Lance were leaving the dinning room after breakfast, the two were cornered by their fellow Paladins.

Hunk was the first to speak. “Lance, Pidge,” he began, “we’re your team and we care about you. So we’re holding an intervention.”

“Wait, what?”

“You have a problem, but it’s okay. You can break this addiction, and we’ll help you.”

Lance and Pidge exchanged baffled looks.

“You guys are spending all your time playing that stupid game,” Keith explained, jumping in. “Hunk’s right, it’s like you’re addicted.”

Lance protested. “Hey now, it’s just a game! We’re having fun, and what we do in our free time is our own business.”

Keith opened his mouth to spit out a retort, then closed it at the quieting hand Shiro dropped on his shoulder. He stepped back as Shiro spoke.

“Not where it affects and interferes with Voltron,” he said, looking first Lance then Pidge in the eyes. “You were up past midnight the other night, and then dead on your feet the next morning. What if Zarkon had attacked then? When you could barely function?”

“So maybe we need to tone it back a bit,” Pidge conceded. “We won’t stay up late playing anymore, we promise.”

Keith scoffed. “It’s more than just staying up late! You guys need a break from that, so you can actually focus on something else for once. We have other, more important things at stake right now, like finding the Blade of Malmora!”

“C’mon, I think you’re over-reacting,” Lance replied.

“’Over-reacting’? I’m not the one freaking out about a game for kids.”

“Hey,” Pidge exclaimed. “The Killbot Phantasm Saga is a franchise for all—“

“You know what I think?” Lance interrupted, glaring at Keith. “I think you’re just jealous, because Pidge likes me better! Uh-huh, that’s right!”

“What,” Pidge said, flatly.

“Oh, come on—“

“I thought this was meant to be a calm confrontation,” Hunk spoke up, over Lance and Keith’s yelling.

Before the discord could continue any longer, or get any louder, Shiro’s voice rose above it. “Pidge. Lance.”

Without yelling, he made his voice heard, and the Paladins quieted. When they had, he said, “You two need to understand that now isn’t the time to be distracted by something like this.”

He had a point, and neither of them could bring themselves to disagree. But…

“Shiro, we understand,” Pidge said. “But, can we at least play one more round? Just to see who the champion is?”

“Pidge...”

“We’ll call it quits after that,” Lance joined in. “Promise.”

With a sigh, Shiro relented. “Fine. Tomorrow evening. One last time.”

* * *

By the next evening, the final playing session had turned into a bigger deal than expected. Everyone—all the paladins, Princess Allura, Coran, even the Princess’s mice—gathered around the screen to observe the big match.

A betting pool formed over who would win. Both Allura and Shiro looked disapproving, but shrugged and didn’t object.

(While Shiro was distracted, Allura quietly placed money on Lance. When the princess wasn’t looking, Shiro just as quietly placed money on Pidge.)

Hunk prepared dishes of snacks for the occasion. Whether he approved of the game or not, food was food, he was Hunk, and people needed to eat.

Settingly down on their customary cushions on the floor, pulled up near the large screen, Lance and Pidge each picked up their controllers. A few presses of buttons, and the final game had started. It was on.

While they played, Keith leaned against the back of the chair with affected disinterest, trying to pretend he was above the fuss. (The two days’ worth of dessert he’d wagered on Pidge said otherwise.)

* * *

The last round. The moment of truth.

Sweat trickled down Pidge’s face, but she refused to take her hands off the controller to wipe it away. Eyes on the screen, hands on the controller, fingers like lightening on the buttons. This was the last chance to reign in triumph, and she would not let it pass her by.

Hearing Keith’s energetic cheering in her favor only increased her adrenaline. He had given up acting like he didn’t care some time ago, and Pidge sense of agitation rolling off of Lance a little much. He was scowling, she could see out of the corner of her eye, but just as determined as her to not look away from the screen. Otherwise, Keith would have been on the receiving end of some nasty looks.

Focus, she told herself. She and Lance were neck and neck with their scores. She needed to pull ahead.

From behind her, she heard Hunk say, “This is too intense. I’m grabbing more snacks.”

There was the sound of his footsteps, the blur of him moving beside the screen.

A screen which, suddenly, went blank and silent.

There was a moment of frozen, sharp silence.

Pidge starred at it uncomprehendingly, then down at Hunk, who was now spread across the floor. A loose cord lay over his foot, which lead back to…

“NO!” Pidge yelled. She scrambled for the console, desperately, to reconnect it to the screen. Maybe—maybe—maybe if she could plug it back in quick enough...but no. The console had shut off. It was no good.

She stared at the Gameflux in horror, and then launched herself, yelling, at Hunk. “How could you do that? We were so close!”

Hunk stammered out apologies from under her attack, but Pidge paid them no attention. Vaguely, she was aware of the rest of the room descending in commotion and chaos, but she didn’t let that distract her either.

The only thing that did grab her attention, was Shiro’s loud, bellowing, “THAT’S ENOUGH.”

Pidge—and everyone else—stopped.

Shiro stepped through the group until he reached the console. In one move, he bent and scooped it up (cord, game case, and all).

He looked sternly at all of them. “Paladins, stop acting like children. Now, go to bed. We have a full day tomorrow.”

“But, Shiro, the game—“

“Is going in my room. Everything. And it’s not to be touched.” His reproving gaze narrowed on Pidge and Lance, who looked uncomfortable and mildly ashamed. “You two are done playing.”

“All right,” Pidge muttered.

“Good. You two have been obsessed with this, and it’s been harmful. It’s our job as Paladins to watch out for each other, and if that means keeping certain members of the team from a destructive habit, then so be it.”

He cast a stern look around the room, and then left. The Paladins (Princess Allura and Coran already having slipped out as soon as Shiro began his lecture, eager to escape his disapproval) quickly and quietly dispersed after him, heading to their rooms.

All except for Lance and Pidge.

After the others had cleared out, the two stood in silence for a moment. Then, Lance glanced sideways at Pidge.

“So...” he began. Pidge looked up at him. “How do you feel about facial masks?”

A grin slipped onto Pidge’s face. “Like it’s a great idea.”