#still pissed as hell it was only in theaters for two weeks

[bendyguitarpick]

Lisa Frankenstein, proving that Cole Sprouse is hottest when he Shuts The Fuck Up.

[tj-is-down]

Radio Silence - Steve Harrington

Hey guys! This is my first ever fic, I hope you like it! I’ve become a real Steve simp recently and this is a product of that. Please be kind, but I’d love any notes/feedback you guys have! Also, please don’t steal my work! Thanks in advance, y’all. 

Summary: You and Steve are best friends, until one day he stops talking to you for seemingly no reason.

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: One mention (literally less than a sentence) of a parent in less than stellar health, but otherwise none! Also, both reader and Steve are of age in this fic. I tried to be gender-neutral as well, but please correct me if I messed up at all!

Steve wasn’t talking to you. At least, that’s what you’d gathered from the fact that he, well, wasn’t talking to you. You weren’t sure exactly what you’d done wrong, but you knew one thing: he was pissed. The two of you were inseparable, thick as thieves since you’d moved to Hawkins in middle school, and even after he became the “King,” and the two of you had fallen into different crowds, the two of you would always make time for each other, whether it was studying for class during the week, catching a movie on the weekend, or just general dumbassery whenever you two had a free moment. You two were peas in a pod, and although neither of you would admit it, time apart was brutal.

Things changed a little more than slightly when he started dating Nancy. For you, at least. It meant seeing Steve less and less, and you were happy for him, but you were also a little sad. Steve was your best friend, and with every science test that passed or new movie that released, you were reminded of how things were, and how you had been replaced. Steve didn’t notice, and if he did, he didn’t say anything. You were still his best friend, and Nancy was his girlfriend, and life was pretty great.

That was, until Nancy dumped him for Jonathan Buyers, he lost his friends, and his world came crashing down in front of him. You welcomed him back with open arms, even after he fell to the bottom of the social totem pole. You were there for him through it all: you were there for the shit with his parents, and when he didn’t get into college. You even stayed back for him, passing up your dream school in favor of the local community college, although Steve never needed to know that. For all he knew, NYU had rejected you, and you stayed at home so that you could be with your family. You had a four-year old brother who adored you, and your mom wasn’t in the best health. Those were reason enough to stay, and Steve wasn’t going to challenge that.

So, movie nights resumed. Study sessions looked a little different now, with Steve helping you instead of the other way around, but you were just happy to be back to normal with Steve. (Except for the monsters.)

Except, things weren’t normal. Not for Steve. Something had shifted for him after Nancy broke up with him. If he was being honest, something had shifted for him a long time before that, but he wouldn’t admit it to himself. Every day contained some new and terrifying…thing that he had to deal with, whether it be the Upside Down, some crazy monster, or something else entirely, and you were the only constant he had. He needed you more than anything, more than air, water, food--even more than his hair. Hell, he’d almost shaved his head when you called it stupid one time during a fight. He loved you, and he was finding it hard to keep that to himself.

That’s why it hurt so much when you told him you’d been studying with a guy you met at school. Alex Cunningham, you said his name was. You flaked on Steve to study for an upcoming mathematics test, and that was just the first time. Your study sessions became replaced by study sessions with Alex, and Steve started spending most of his weekdays at Scoops Ahoy or with the kids.

It’s when you ditched him for movie night that really pushed him over the edge. He was waiting outside the theater for twenty minutes, and when you didn’t show he went to your house to make sure you were okay. Your mom told him you weren’t home, that you had gotten picked up an hour prior by “a nice boy from school.” She invited him inside to wait, but he declined and went home, a mix between angry and depressed. He didn’t sleep that night, and when his alarm went off in the morning, he was still filled with emotion. At first he didn’t know what to do, so he decided to just keep going on as normal, as if nothing had happened.

That didn’t last long.

You came into Scoops Ahoy around noon, a smile on your face and a wave directed at him. He started waving back, but stopped when he saw the sweater fit comfortably on your body. It was…new, and at further inspection it looked a little bit oversized, as if it belonged to someone else.

Alex Cunningham.

“Hey, man, can you take them for me?” He asked his coworker. “I gotta get something from the back.” He practically ran out of the front and into the storage area, nearly slamming the door on his way. You waited for him to come back, but after an inexplicable amount of time had passed you decided to leave.

Since that half-wave, Steve hasn’t interacted with you or even looked in your direction. You seek him out during the week, going out of your way to Scoops Ahoy or whichever house the kids are hanging out at--where Steve is no doubt bound to be--but every time you show up he leaves, or busies himself with something on his own, or just straight-up ignores you. You’ve asked him plenty of times what you did wrong, to warrant the treatment you were getting, but he’d just roll his eyes or scoff. The kids didn’t know either, and if they did they weren’t telling you.

It all came to a head one day in the middle of August. You’d stopped trying to talk to Steve, for the most part, and he hadn’t seen you in months. There were a few times when he’d driven to your house and sat there, contemplating coming clean before driving off and going home. The truth is, however much you thought you missed him, he missed you more, the feeling multiplying tenfold along with the guilt he felt for cutting you out of his life. As time passed he felt you slipping away, the opportunity to make things right getting smaller and smaller.

He and Robin were playing paper football at Scoops Ahoy when the phone rang. 

“If I make this, you’re getting it,” Robin said quickly before flicking the paper triangle through his fingers.

“Fuck you, Buckley,” he said, pointing at her. He picked up the phone. “”Scoops Ahoy, how can I help you?”

“Hey, Steve, it’s Y/N. Listen, I know we’re not talking, but--”

He hung up the phone. A little bit too aggressively, because Robin looked up from what she was doing and asked, “Who was that?”

He shrugged. “Wrong number.”

The phone rang again, and his eyes widened slightly. “Don’t pick it up.”

“Why?” Robin asked, laughing. “One of your dates calling to cancel?” She picked up the phone and put on an exaggerated customer service voice. “Scoops Ahoy!” She glared at him when she realized who it was and that he had hung up on them. “Hey, Y/N, how’s it going? Sorry about Steve, he’s a dumbass. Yeah, I know, right?” She nodded her head as the conversation went on. “Uh huh, mhm, yeah, I know we have some. Anything else you need? Okay, see you in a bit.” She hung up the phone and turned back to look at Steve. “You’re a dick.”

“What did she want?”

“It’s her brother’s birthday, asshole. She wanted to know if we had any candles so she could do a little celebration for him here.”

“She’s coming here?”

“That’s what I just said, isn’t it?”

“Alright, I’m leaving,” Steve said, grabbing his coat from the rack behind the counter.

“Uh, no you’re not,” Robin rebutted, yanking him back. “Your shift doesn’t end for hours and I am not closing this place by myself.”

“I don’t want to see her.”

“I don’t care! What’s your problem, anyways? I thought you guys were best friends.”

“We are.”

“Doesn’t seem like it to me.”

“Friends fight, okay? This is totally normal.”

“Friends fight, yes, but you guys haven’t talked in months, and from what I understand, that’s all on you.” She flicked him. “So what’s the deal?”

“Ask Alex Cunningham.”

“Who?”

“Y/N’s new boyfriend.”

“Y/N doesn’t have a--”

The two are interrupted when you enter with your younger brother. “Steve!” He shouts, running over to give Steve a hug. Forgetting his conversation with Robin, Steve picks him up.

“Hey buddy! How are you? Being good, I hope?”

Your brother nodded his head. “Today’s my birthday!”

“I know today’s your birthday! How could I forget? You’re turning ten today right?”

“No, five!” Your brother said, laughing.

“Fifty?” Steve joked back.

“No, five!”

“Five hundred?”

“No, five!”

“Ohh, you’re turning five today. You’re so big! You want some ice cream?” Your brother nodded enthusiastically and Steve put him down, leading him over to the counter. “Whatever you want, it’s on the house, okay?”

Your brother ordered a double-decker hot fudge sundae that both you and Steve knew he wouldn’t finish and ran over to one of the tables.

“You want anything?” Steve asked, and you had to physically stop the shock from showing on your face. “It’s on the house, like I said.”

“You’re speaking to me today?” You asked back, a little too assertive.

“Fine, don’t get anything. Not my problem,” he replied nonchalantly, as if he didn’t care whether or not you ordered. The truth is, he knew what you’d order, and he wanted to show you he remembered. But you didn’t get anything, instead rolling your eyes and walking over to the table with your brother.

After a few minutes of glaring back and forth across the room between you and Steve, your brother called out. “Steve! Come sit with us!”

“I can’t, buddy, I’m working,” Steve replied, looking for any excuse to stay away from you.

Robin cut in. “Go ahead Steve,” she said, loud enough for you and your brother to hear. “It’s not busy, go sit with the kid for his birthday!”

He glared at her. “Thanks a lot, Robin,” he said through gritted teeth.

She smiled back. “No problem.”

He came and sat next to your brother but didn’t say anything. That was fine, because as he’d come to realize, when you give a five-year-old ice sugar and silence, they’ll do anything to fill it.

“Steve, are you and that girl friends?” He asked, pointing to Robin.

Steve chuckled. “Yes, buddy. That’s my friend Robin.”

“She’s pretty,” your brother responded. “Hi, Robin!” He shouted, turning to wave at her.

“Hi!” She waved back.

“I totally forgot, one second,” you said, going up to the counter. You grabbed the candle from Robin and stopped to talk to her for a few minutes, leaving Steve and your brother alone for a man-to-man discussion.

“Steve, do you like Y/N?”

Steve looked over at him. “Yeah, of course I do. Y/N is my best friend.”

“No!” Your brother responded, throwing his hands in the air. “I mean, do you like-like Y/N?”

“What? No. No, buddy, I do not like-like Y/N. Besides, they’ve got a boyfriend, anyways.”

You come back to the table, oblivious to the conversation the two had just had, until your brother said, “Steve said you have a boyfriend.”

You looked up in shock, surprised that Steve had said anything about you at all. “Did he now? Who would that be?”

“I dunno,” Your brother answered. “Who is it, Steve?”

“Some guy named Alex, from what I heard,” Steve grumbled.

“Some guy named Alex,” your brother repeated. He was acting as the messenger between the two of you, since neither of you were speaking to each other.

“Well, tell Steve that I haven’t talked to Alex in months, and it’s none of his business who I talk to or don’t talk to.”

“Y/N says they haven’t talked to Alex in months,” your brother stated.

“...And?” You coaxed him.

“And it’s none of your beeswax!”

“Tell Y/N it became my business when they ditched me for movie night. And when they came in wearing his sweater back in January. And when they pretended like nothing was wrong and didn’t even apologize.”

Your brother started talking, but quickly looked back at Steve. “Can you say that again? I forgot part of it.”

“It’s okay, I got it, bud,” you told him. You looked over at Steve. “Is that why you stopped talking to me? Because I forgot about movie night?”

“You ditched me! I was waiting twenty minutes for you, and then I went to your house to make sure you were okay, and then your mom told me that you went out with this Alex guy and I’m sitting there looking like an idiot. And then the next day you come in with his sweater on like I’m not supposed to be upset about that, and then you try to talk to me like nothing’s wrong--”

“Why would you be upset about that? Why does it matter whose clothes I wear?”

“Why do you think, Y/N?”

You paused for a moment, taking in the weight of his confession. “Say it, Steve.”

“What?”

“Say it. Tell me what you’re trying to say right now, because if you’re bullshitting me I will never forgive you--”

His lips were on yours in an instant. He crossed the table with impressive speed, the corner of the wood digging into his abdomen, but he didn’t care. He’s wanted to tell you--needed to tell you--for so long, and if there was ever a time to do it, it was now. He pulled away slowly, eyes closed, not wanting to see the reaction on your face until he was sure he was ready. When he opened them, your eyes were staring back into his, a mixture of confusion, surprise, and relief.

“Was that okay?” Steve asked.

You nodded. “That was…nice.”

“That was gross!” Your brother shouted, breaking the two of you out of your bubble. “No kissing on my birthday!”

“I’m sorry, bud,” You said at the same time as Steve. “Should we light your birthday candle so you can make a wish?”

“Yes!” Your brother yelled out. “I wish I could never see the two of you kiss ever again!”

“Well, we haven’t lit the candle yet, and you told us your wish, so it’s not coming true,” Steve said, leaning in to kiss you again.

Ignoring the shouts of your brother, you kissed Steve back. “Does this mean we’re talking again?”

“If you’ll have me back.”

You laughed to yourself as you lit the candle. “You got it, Harrington.”

[noxfolium]

Locked

Misah’to felt the pick slip from its place in the lock, losing the progress he’d made. He sighed and pulled the pick free, dropping it and the lock on the table. He sat back in his seat and frowned at Gratian. “Why are we doing this again?”

Gratian was a tall, wiry man with a mischievous air, a sharp grin, and an artfully unruly mop of dirty blonde hair. He just grinned and tapped the lock. “You said you wanted more quality time.”

Misah’to rolled his eyes. “I wanted you to take me on a date. Like the theater. Or dinner. Not… whatever the hell this is about. What are we going to do with it? Rob someone?”

Gratian snorted. “Like you’d have the balls to break in anywhere. Too damn worried about that job of yours, to piss off your boss or his wife.”

Misah’to grumbled softly. “And where else am I going to find work that good, huh?” he answers, knowing it wasn’t about finding work. It was about avoiding being sold again. He’d never told Gratian that part. He never told anyone that part. Last time that happened had gone very badly for him. And he did not like being called a liar for telling the truth.

Gratian huffed a sigh and scooted his chair around the table, reaching to tug Misah’to into his lap. And even though Misah’to was more broad-shouldered than Gratian, he was a good deal shorter. Something he liked quite a lot. However, he did make an initial attempt to resist the pull, frowning still at his boyfriend. Gratian eventually won out, simply by leaning in and nuzzling his nose into Misah’to’s hair.

It was manipulation. Misah’to knew it. Gratian was mimicking what he’d seen other miqo’te do with each other. And Misah’to couldn’t bring himself to admit how weak he was to it. How weak he was to any physical affection really.

But still, he found himself cuddling into his boyfriend after a bit. He sighed and mumbled, “Jerk.”

Gratian laughed softly. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Misah’to knew what that was code for. And it wouldn’t solve the problem. But it’d be a nice distraction. It always was.

-

Moons later, Misah’to didn’t know where Gratian was. Hadn’t heard from him in two weeks. His apartment was being rented out by someone else now. And he found himself thinking that maybe it was okay this way.

Their relationship had started to feel like a haunting rather than a companionship. And he knew it had been inevitable. He’d jumped into bed with Gratian merely a week after Teodor’s wedding. It hadn’t helped the hurt. But it had been a nice distraction.

Now, he didn’t want a distraction. He had resigned himself to the thought that unlucky bastards like him didn’t get to have someone fall for them. Not for real.

He was on his way home from dinner at the Glass Garlic, these thoughts idly circling through like the buzzards they were. And he spotted Gratian. He was in a clean suit, his hair neatly shorn along the back and sides, still leaving the artful flop of blonde along the top. He was smiling and flirting with two women in pretty dresses. Women with money.

So, that’s where he’d gone. Escort work. Gratian had always joked about it, in that way that suggested it wasn’t an idle thought.

Misah’to watched as Gratian spotted him. There was a moment of panic on Gratian’s face, before realization sank in. Misah’to wasn’t reacting beyond simple recognition. Misah’to nodded. And Gratian nodded back. Misah’to turned and walked away, hearing one of the women ask what was wrong and Gratian quickly responding that everything was just perfect.

Three hours later, far too early in the forsaken hours of the morning, there was a knock on Misah’to’s window. Misah’to opened it when he saw that Gratian was there. The man fidgeted and said, “Hey umm… Look, I meant to tell you.”

Misah’to just tiredly leaned against the windowsill. “A note would’ve been nice,” he muttered, voice kept low to not wake the household. But also holding only resigned exhaustion.

Gratian flinched and then shoved his hands in his pockets. “M’sorry. You deserved better.”

Misah’to’s expression didn’t flicker away from resignation even once. “Maybe. Doesn’t matter now. Congratulations on the job.”

Gratian blinked in surprise, examining Misah’to in confusion. There wasn’t a sign of anger or grief or begging. He was just letting go.

He pulled his hands from his pockets, almost as if to reach for Misah’to. But Misah’to reached up to grab the window, intent on closing it. So Gratian pulled back a step. “Right. Thank you. I’ll let you sleep. Goodbye, Misah’to.”

Misah’to didn’t even waver. “Goodbye Gratian.”

He closed the window then and went back to bed.

This was how it was meant to be, after all. Locked away in freedom and heart.

[hargrove-mayfields]

Desperate to just get away from Hawkins and his dad, Billy finds a somewhat local university, maybe a few towns over so he can afford the tuition with his own money, and just picks something random to study. He’s never had the space to really explore what he actually gives a shit about, the only basis he’s got to really make such a big choice is that he’s good enough at math and science to get by in some advanced field, and he’s got enough experience working with his hands to earn a technical degree.

So that’s what he does. Goes out for tech design because the school is renowned for that specific program, and it sounds good enough for him anyways. But what he doesn’t realize until it’s way too late (see: the first day of his classes), is that technical design is actually a theater degree. So that’s what the big THET in front of his first-year lecture means. He probably should’ve actually read all those damn handouts and shit they tossed at him beforehand instead of just throwing them out.

At first he’s super pissed, because if there’s one thing he is not it’s an artsy kind of guy, and now because of a dumb misunderstanding, he’s forced to sit through all these boring fundamental classes and theater histories, all based around something he didn’t even intentionally sign up for? It’s bullshit.

But maybe it starts to slowly grow on him. He’s actually pretty damn good in the shop when it comes to crafting other people’s designs, and even better at making his own, though those aren’t official yet. When he gets a chance at working as a board op for practice, that comes just as easily. Actually, before his first semester is even over, he’s good enough to get access to programs and positions on show crews most freshmen wouldn’t even come close to for another two or so years.

Even though he’s this technical genius by their standards, by his own standards a kid just trying to get by in life, Billy gets bored of even that. Because he is the best damn set builder his school has seen in years, and he is definitely in line to be a high-rate SM when his time comes, but he still, as he assumed in the first place, is not cut out for this.

Not the theater, he’s grown to love that part, it’s the being stuck behind the scenes. If there’s one thing Billy Hargrove is meant to be, it’s loud, it’s showy, it’s being paid attention to instead of maybe being mentioned in the program everyone is just going to throw away after the show is over anyways.

So, even though he’s never been on a stage in his goddamn life, Billy switches majors. New area of focus- a bachelor of fine arts in the vague concept of theater, or more specifically, acting.

And it’s admittedly stressful as hell, enough that he almost drops it all after his first week in. The performance aspect of the performing arts is something he had zero experience in, even when it came to watching it, his old town back in California having fond one too many drag shows at the community theater for his old man to let him go anywhere near that building, and then there just wasn’t a live theater in Hawkins at all, the old building was torn down in like, the forties, the new mall they built after he skipped town in its place now.

But from the first moment he actually gets on stead, instead of sitting in a classroom blathering on about the theories of acting and genres and shit, even though it is just going back-and-forth on some lines from a long washed up play with a kid who has no tonal control, he’s a natural. And he’s not just good, though good might be an understatement, he’s the best in his (admittedly somewhat small) class, but he also fucking loves it.

Puts so much passion and energy into these shitty little monologues, but it’s not for nothing. The casting director sits in on his acting fundamentals class per his teachers recommendation actually, and Billy ends up writing his name on a priority list; he’s set for the rest of his college career and beyond.

And it does work out, because years later, as in enough time that he’s since graduated and been cast as an extra enough times to now be considered for a lead, he’s still at it, and he must be good, because he’s still respected enough to pulls some strings and perform at his old school again. After all, he's still the programs, and probably the whole town's, biggest claim to fame, meaning he’s more than welcome back on their stage if it means they’ll get more attention. That and they’re trying to pressure him into using that actors wage to get a graduate degree. The house even gives him three free tickets to his show.

First thing he does is send them to his old address, a place he’s written to almost every day but not visited once since that first time he left.

What he expects, and kind of hopes for is for Max and her mother to use the tickets, because by his numbers she’s probably not on her own yet unless something big happened that he would definitely already know about, and maybe they’d use the other ticket for that little boyfriend of hers to come. Actually, he doesn’t give a shit who comes, as long as his sister is there and his dad isn’t.

In her letters and birthday cards and phone calls, she was always supportive of him, but the first time she sent him a tear stained letter detailing how things were without him, from everything on Neil’s temper to how she was flunking her English class without his help, it stressed him out and almost made him drop everything. Give right up on this whole thing and go on back home to be her big brother again, since he’d sort of failed at that until his last few years at home anyways.

But this was what made it all worth it, knowing he’d done this all to become something better for her, a role model, a functional big brother, and a hell of a good performer.

The show is one he’s real excited about too, a chance at a role he knows Max is going to like, or at least one she would’ve back when she was 14, and he hopes that’s something she can appreciate anyways; a flashy, loud as hell rockstar in a skin tight costume who doesn’t take shit from anyone. Hell, he’ll hardly even have to act, most of the art is in the quick changes backstage.

Come show time, though the stage at the college isn’t the biggest, there’s still at least 50, 60 lighting rigs in the ceiling, and when they’re all pointing right at him, it’s truly impossible to tell if Max is actually in the audience. He picks a spot of red he hopes his her and performs vaguely in that direction, though he won’t know after the show, once most everyone but visiting families like his own have cleared out, and he’s already been upstairs to change out of his heavy ass final costume for wardrobe and continuity to deal with, he runs back down to the lobby to find them.

And the expression on Billy’s now makeup smeared face is the one of relief or happiness he was expecting, and the one mirrored in his sister's expression, but his features also tell something more like confusion.

Because instead of the lineup of three he was expecting, behind Max, there’s her little friend Jane, not all that surprising other than the last time he was in town she wasn’t even allowed out of her dad's house to spend the night at their place, but he can get over that. He hugs Max tight and greets them both, in that after show rush combined with this now, he can’t be bothered with technicalities.

But his smile falls quickly, when he locks eyes with Max’s other invitee; Of course his little brat of a sister brought along Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington as in the one person that made it hardest to leave for school in the first place. The person he held and he cried for, promising he’d come back for him when he had anything to offer.

But he never had, perhaps because even though he loves what he does (and hates Hawkins), he still worries it’s not going to last. Just like the relationship he’d once fought so hard to have with Steve, this actor thing, he’s scared to let that mine final channeling of his passion crumble too.

Still, that doesn’t explain why he never made an effort to include Steve, other than that the last thing he wants is to tear down anyone else in this outlandish dream of his. He’ll never forget the look on the other boys face when he told him they were through, all genuine heartbreak and objection, the most real emotion he’d been faced with in this life of performing. And besides, Steve had the chance to move on, get married to any old Nancy he wanted. Who was Billy to stifle that, when he now had his own outlet to turn to?

He doesn’t mean that though, and clearly, the other boy doesn’t agree either, Steve stepping  forward with that big, goofball smile he always wore lighting up Billy's night more than some overpriced LEDs in the ceiling could. As soon as Max lets up on her hug, he replaces it, wrapping his arms tight around Billy and patting his back sort of awkwardly, mostly to mask all the emotion that’s really behind it, a silent communication between just the two of them.

That’s what Billy does best, afterall. Masking his true feelings to put on the best performance he can. Maybe that’s what it is that convinces him, as he buries his face in the familiar dip of Steve’s shoulder, breathes in the rich cologne he would’ve made fun of before, and he’s almost drawn to tears as he feels it.

He’s not going to go back to pretending. Acting like he’s any less in love with Steve than the day he left him.

It’s the calling he feels for Steve in the same way he felt it to acting. He cannot let what they have go again. He’ll have time to be mad at Max later for setting this up, but for now, he just appreciates what he has, which is a hell of a lot more than he walked into the theater with, be that before tonight’s show or for the very first time.

The house closing around the four of them- actually it’s really only Billy and Steve, Max and her friend snuck out forever ago to catch a break from their embarrassing gooeyness- reminds them to break it up for now, but there’s a promise in that reunion, one that says they both understand why things happened the way they did, yes, but also that there are places to go from here. Still a lingering flame no amount of distance or easy breakups could extinguish.

So Billy might not have become a star by any stretch of the imagination, but he’s sure as all hell exactly where he needs to be. It just took him four years, a pesky little sister, and a pair of really tight leather jeans to realize it.

[petitprincess1]

I fucking LOVE your AU of Verosika and Striker joining IMP, was wondering if you could make any more hc lists?

Most frequent question in my mind since I first read the other hc list was, what would Verosika do to get our two idiotic sharp-shooters to fuck? And would she watch that as well? Mean like- probably-

Oh heck yeah I can make another list!:

Verosika, Millie, and Loona do have a girl's day out once a month, mostly planned by Verosika. It used to be once a week, but there's only but so many bars you can get banned from.

Moxxie has tortured entertained the boys by taking them to the theater on one, and their only, guy's night out. Long story short, somehow a Vegas style wedding almost happened and they had to break away from a crime boss. Moxxie fully blames Striker and Blitzo.

Striker hates being anywhere near the Goetias and acts as rudely or blunt to them. Octavia just gives him a bit of respect for that.

Moxxie had to make Verosika's IMP outfit because the ones she kept picking up were "lacking requirements necessary to be professionals". In other words, bitch would have Valentino or Angel telling her to cover up.

Verosika would definitely watch Moxxie and Striker if they ever fucked, even has a seat for the splash zone x3

Also, she mostly tries to get them heated in anyway possible to make sparks start flying. Unfortunately, for her, Millie is often a mediator for the two and gets them to, relatively, calm down.

Verosika will eavesdrop on Blitzo when he's on the phone with Stolas...and then get pissed at him for calling her out on listening in. Saying it's misogynistic.

Tex and Loona will join up on hunting targets and saving the five, if necessary. Loona still acts like a goofball around Vortex, but they're cool with being friends.

Millie, Moxxie, Striker, and Loona all watch Verosika and Stolas compare one another to who was a better lover for Blitzo. Even comparing how loud he was in bed. Meanwhile, Blitzo is restraining himself from ending their and his life.

Striker: Who the hell has my hat? Verosika, wearing his hat and doing a bad Southern accent: Ah'm Striker and ah man-spread all tha thyme so ah ain't crushin' mah micro-peen! Striker: Shut up. Give it back.

And they were roommates! (Striker and Verosika ;3c)

[rwprincess]

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Synopsis: What’s that sound? It’s another anachronistic Brian Johnson songfic! (Based on Alanis Morissette’s Head Over Feet) You’re one of Bender’s trash-punk friends and things change drastically when he brings the scrawny brain from detention with him to meet you all. Set up in snippets, your relationship develops with Brian, even if you weren’t really looking for a relationship.

CW: Teenage smoking (including reader), swearing, parental abuse (being being kicked out), sexism, angst and fluff

“This is Johnson,” Bender indicated the boy he brought along to your group’s spot under the bleachers.

“Brian, please.” The kid corrected. You eyed the gangly youth from top to bottom; in his sweater over a crisply-ironed collared shirt and khakis, he definitely didn’t fit in here with you all. You’d be called grungy punks at best. You didn’t think any of you even owned an iron and crisp definitely wasn’t your style. You blew out a puff of smoke, exhaling the nicotine from your lungs and shifted your gaze to Bender, wondering what he was at with this. He wasn’t the best guy, but pranking this preppy little nerd by bringing him down to your hangout? That seemed beneath him.

“You, uh, running some kinda charity here, Bender? We’re not exactly Make-A-Wish material, kid.” Scorch told the blonde dweeb and you snorted at the thought.

“Shut the fuck up,” was all Bender said in response. The rest of the twenty minutes of Brian Johnson standing there was of course, incredibly awkward and it was clear to everyone that he didn’t fit in. But that didn’t stop him from coming back a week later. And again a few days after that. And again and again until, well, that dork had grown on the lot of you. While he didn’t partake in cigarette smoking like most of you, he did take Bender up on his weed on several occasions and was actually really funny while high. He did weirdly spot-on impressions and had a sense of humor that none of your group had anticipated.

And, as much as you would vehemently deny it, you liked him when he was sober, too. He was incredibly smart and helpful and while his jokes were different without marijuana in his system, he could be amusing. That first awkward encounter was back in March, maybe April. But now you spent time with him without the convenience of school pulling you together. Now it was June and you sought to spend time with him, even without the group. Tonight, you were laying in a field not far from the high school, just the two of you. You liked to listen to him ramble on about the constellations and the myths about why they were named as they were. You remembered liking that as a kid, but you didn’t remember most of the stories. You knew you could ask him questions about the actual stars, too. Like, the science of it, and he would know. But you’d rather let him ramble and tackle one subject at a time. Even though he focused more on science and math, he was a pretty good storyteller, and right now that provided you with more of an escape than talking about the chemical composition of a star. When he finished his retelling of Ursa Minor’s story, however, he remained silent and didn’t start up a new piece of lore. After a moment, you looked at him to see what the hold up was, but you just caught his eye as his gaze was already fixed on you. Your heart started pounding in your chest because you knew what was coming.

“You know, we could go on an actual date some time.” Brian suggested, breaking the silence. You closed your eyes, almost wincing at the words. He was generally more subtle than this, but the same idea had been brought up before. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Brian. In general, you did, and in the honest depths of your soul, it was as more than a friend. But, every time it came down to this subject, you panicked. You had never been serious with anyone and the thought of dating was completely foreign to you. You had messed around with some guys before but you never had feelings for them. You didn’t know how to depend on another person, to have an actual relationship with them.

I had no choice but to hear you

You stated your case time and again

I thought about it

You sighed, your eyes still closed. You didn’t know what to tell him. Before, he always left it as more of a hint and it was easier to dodge. Now he was just coming out and saying it. Basically asking you out, so you would actually have to turn him down this time. The terrible thing was, you didn’t really want to. The conscious side of you wanted to agree and go out with him, on a proper date. But your subconscious kicked you into fight or flight mode and if you weren’t in the middle of a field, you might have picked flight and walked away. But that didn’t seem to be an option.

“Look, Johnson. It’s not that easy. Just...don’t waste your time on me.”

“I’m already wasting my time on you.” He pointed out, but when you took a peek at him, he didn’t seem upset about it. He was actually grinning about it. “We’re already wasting our time out here. Or at the library, or under the bleachers… So why not like, a movie theater or dinner, or my house?”

“Oh yeah, your mom would love having me around.” You joked, humorlessly. The smattering of times you had met Brian’s mother hadn’t gone swimmingly. You could read the derision in her voice and knew she did not approve of her good little baby hanging out with a ne’er-do-well like you.

“She’d come around. You’re different once someone actually gets to know you.” He meant it as a compliment, but you took it as your out.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You leapt up, indignantly and he just gaped at you like a fish out of water.

“I didn’t mean anything bad by it, I swear!” He put his hands up defensively as you looked down at him. “Forget it, I’m sorry.” You had victory, he dropped the subject and your friendship could last another night and you could try to pretend like he wasn’t right, that you two weren’t meant to be something more.

*~~~~*

You treat me like I'm a princess

I'm not used to liking that

You ask how my day was

For the most part, working at Bert’s auto shop felt worthwhile and valuable. Other days, it chewed you up and spit you out. It was hard being in such a masculine environment and not fitting into that type. Customers (mostly men, but even the women too) thought that you were less knowledgeable and handy than your cohorts. Bender’s teasing didn’t help that image, either.

Now you slid into the booth at Gino’s pizzeria utterly deflated and defeated. Of course, Brian took notice right away. “Rough day?” He inquired, pushing a menu towards you even though he knew you ordered the same thing every time.

“That’s not even the half of it. Why does Bender hafta be such a dick all the time?!” You asked, incredulously but sincerely, diving right into your problem.

“I don’t know. I think he thinks it’s part of his charm? Maybe it is. I mean, we’re still friends with him.” You nodded at his point, but clenched your fists just the same.

“I just wish he knew when to back off sometimes. Like, he never realizes he’s taking it too far and digging you further into a shithole.”

“What did he do this time?” Brian’s gaze on you was unbroken; it made you feel important, like your opinion, your story, was the only thing that mattered.

“So we got this old guy in the shop today. Beautiful car, so of course he was hesitant with me touching it.” You began and his eyebrows furrowed, already not liking the direction this was going. “And I’m trying to prove myself worthy to work on this car, even though I would just be doing an oil change, which isn’t like a big deal anyway, right? Simple stuff.” You looked to him to get acknowledgement to move forward.

“I mean, I guess. I don’t really know about oil changes or anything about cars. But I know you do.”

“Right, so Bender has to go and make a crack to the old guy about how they won’t let me near it and I’m just the secretary for the shop or whatever. Just a total dick move. But of course the guy believed him and laughed with him and sent me to go get him a cup of coffee? I mean, what the hell is that?”

“That’s not right. And you wear a mechanic’s uniform at work, why would he think--?”

“Because macho man Bender told him I was! He was more believable than me.” You sank back and put a hand up to brace your forehead as the waitress approached the table. You prepared to order your drink when she set down exactly what you would have ordered in front of you and walked away, promising to come back in a few minutes. You blinked at the cup as if it magically had appeared.

“I uh, figured you’d get the usual and you’d need it when you got here, so I ordered for you. I hope that’s okay.” Brian said and then looked away, suddenly embarrassed by the idea. Since he wasn’t looking at you anyway, you allowed your lips to twitch up into a smile threatening to break out on your face...but only for a moment.

“Yeah, whatever. So anyway, Bender…” you carried on, pretending nothing happened, but secretly cataloguing his gesture in your memory.

*~~~~*

The only thing worse than arguing with Brian or him pissing you off was him making you laugh. There were times that you would go home with sore sides and itchy eyes from the tears that formed while laughing so hard. Then you would always, always reflect on the hours you just spent together, feeling the warmth and butterflies tickle your insides and a nervous heat would prickle your skin as you thought about how happy Brian made you. He never pushed you to do anything; he liked you the way you were. Sure, he would drop hints here and there about how you should stop smoking or give you advice when you had a particularly bad argument with one of your friends, but overall, he just accepted you. And you knew how hard that was to find.

You had never been popular and when junior high rolled around, you accepted that you never would be. You found your own little group of outcasts who understood what it was like to be kicked down time and again, and now he had somehow joined that group too. You knew he understood how it felt. Even though he looked different and came from a very different social circle, he had been looked down upon by his peers all his life. You were guilty of judging him the same way when you first met him, but now you couldn’t imagine life without him. He was cut of the same cloth and you could see yourself in him, which is why you just clicked. And he was so kind and so patient with you. You tried to push him away dozens of times, to put up the barriers and the walls that worked so well for everyone that came before him; you couldn’t be hurt if you never got attached. Where most people gave up and only saw the cold, distant bitch you gave them, Brian always saw something more. He didn’t give up in breaking down those walls, and even accepted just being your friend. That made you love him even more.

Shit, wait. Did you just think about loving Brian? A crush is one thing. Having a buddy to fool around with is one thing. Being in love was quite another.

You've already won me over in spite of me

Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn't help it

It's all your fault

*~~~~*

Mercedes Johnson was all about keeping up appearances, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hear her arguing with Brian on the other side of the door, about you. Again. You had known from the second you met her that she didn’t like you. She was instantly worried about the influence you’d have on her son; it was a common reaction from parents based on the way you looked and the company you kept. You would think you’d be used to it by now.

However, it truthfully bothered you more because this was Brian’s mother. You were hoping that she would be different and see the person underneath like her son had, or at the very least, that she would eventually warm up to you. You had no luck with either.

“I’m not comfortable with having her over at the house right now.” You could hear her tell Brian.

“She’s my friend, ma. Of course she’s going to come over--”

“I’m aware of that but you know I wish she weren’t. I would prefer that you keep the company of other friends.” The formality of her sentences while she was still cruelly putting you both down made you cringe.

“You don’t know her because you won’t give her a chance. She’s not that different from my other friends.”

“You have friends in the Physics Club, from Knowledge Bowl, Honor Students. You don’t need the association with a hoodlum like that or John Bender and I don’t know why you keep insisting on bringing them into my home when I have repeatedly told you no. I don’t want them around your sister, or even you!”

“Fine. Then we’ll leave.” You heard the door swing open harshly and Brian was motioning for you to follow him out of the house.

“Brian Ralph Johnson!” You heard his mother cry after the two of you. Brian held open the front door for you and you looked at him cautiously before rushing out. You knew you weren’t wanted there, but you were worried that he wouldn’t come with you. You were even more worried that he would. “You are not leaving this house.” Mercedes put on the most intimidating tone you had witnessed her use.

“No, I am. We are. I’ll see you later.”

“Don’t bother coming back tonight if you walk out of this house!” She was now pink-faced and losing all of the reserved, polished look you had seen her have. She had never been so...uncomposed.

“Don’t worry. I won’t.” Brian said and grabbed you by the elbow as he escorted you down the driveway to your car. He immediately got into the passenger seat and as you sunk behind the steering wheel, you glanced at him.

“Brian, this is stupid. You don’t have to---you shouldn’t do this.” The whole situation reminded you of the many times you had been kicked out of your house. This was just another home you weren’t welcome in.

He clenched his jaw in response. “Let’s just go. I’ll figure it out later. Please, just drive.”

Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole

You're so much braver than I gave you credit for

That's not lip service

“Your mom gave you a choice, you know. It’s not like she told you to get out. She actually told you not to leave.” You said as you both sat on the trunk of your car, looking out across the field that was slowly turning to a golden hue, both from the afternoon sun and the change into autumn. Neither of your houses were really an option to go to, so you just chose the empty field that you would look at stars in during the summer.

“It’s not like it was really a choice though, was it? I’m tired of her trying to control every part of my life. I need to start thinking for myself, doing things for myself. She needs to understand that I’m going to do what I want, and like who I want to like.” He looked at you meaningfully for a moment, but you looked away quickly. It was too heavy for you to process right now.

“That’s a big step. I’m really impressed with you for standing up for yourself.” You told him, and he gave you an appreciative, heart-stopping smile in return that caused your cheeks to flush. Your parents had shouted at you to leave so many times before, any time you were ‘inconvenient’ for them, that it was hard to relate to someone who chose not to stay. But you wanted to support him and you did feel proud of him today. You thought back to the most recent event in which you had been dismissed from your family, and how you had tried to take it out on Brian:

You slammed your locker and watched him almost jump out of his skin. “I don’t want to talk about this.” You growled at Brian.

“I understand that, but you need to. You can’t just--”

“Just what?”

“You can’t just act like nothing happened or run away from it...run away from here.” You had been disciplined at school yet again and your parents had had enough. You had a big fight with them the night prior and did not sleep in your own bed. The tiredness racked your body today and you were stiff from sleeping in your car. If it weren’t for the social aspect, you wouldn’t have bothered coming to school. But you quickly realized you weren’t in the mood to talk to anyone, and you were only making the situation worse.

“Like hell I can’t.” You stated, quickly turning to walk away.

“Y/N, don’t. Come on, talk to me. Tell me what happened. We can figure it out together.”

“There’s nothing to figure out, bucko. I’ll be fine. I’ll do this on my own. I’m used to that anyway.”

“But you don’t have to be alone, Y/N. That’s what I’m saying! That’s my whole point: I’m here for you!”

“I didn’t ask you to be, Brian.”

“No, because friends don’t have to ask.” His words scared you. Nobody had so adamantly offered to be a safety net to you before.

“Yeah,” you scoffed, “we’re great friends. We’ve bonded so much in the, what, four months you’ve known me?” You rolled your eyes, trying to make him feel uncomfortable, to drive a wedge between you. You only knew how to put up walls, how to run.

“You know we are.”

“Yeah, sure, right. Friends. Not like you want to sleep with me or anything.” You tried to drive another knife into him, to play it off like he was following you only because he had a crush on you, one you tried to pretend wasn’t reciprocated. “It’s not going to happen, Brian. So just accept that we’re not friends.”

He let you get about three steps away before you heard him say, “No. I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work. Sure, part of me wants something more, but...I care about you, Y/N. And if we can just be friends, I am happy with that, I swear. But don’t do this to me. Don’t try to shut me out or walk away or act like you’re fine. I know you well enough to know you’re not.” When you turned around, you could see that he had tears rimming his eyes, threatening to fall, which made your own tears spring up as well. “I am your friend. I’m not going to just let you go and do something stupid. You are going to talk about this. If not to me, then someone else. But you can’t just run away or sleep in your car or, or…”

“Okay.” You said, softly.

“Okay?”

“Fine, let’s talk about it. I screwed up again and my parents kicked me out. So what do I do?”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I...we’ll think of something.” He began to tell you, but you bit your lip and drowned him out in your own sobs. Everything crashed in on you at once; you hadn’t escaped in time. You slid down your locker wall and sat on the floor. Brian joined you and put his arm around you tentatively.

You are the bearer of unconditional things

You held your breath and the door for me

Thanks for your patience

After that day, you knew he wouldn’t let you go. You tried your best to brush him off, to hurt him, to land irreparable blows. But it was all in vain; he stuck by you. You admired how he stood up for you, for your relationship, whatever that meant. He didn’t back down, even though you knew he genuinely cared what you thought. He was willing to put everything on the line just to be with you, in whatever capacity you would allot him. And today, he had chosen you again. He had picked a fight with his mother and chosen you. He placed you above being safe and comfortable and at home right now.

“I’m sorry, this must seem so stupid to be complaining about. I know I don’t have it that bad, it’s just that--”

“No, your problems are valid, too. Your mom sucks.” You told him and he laughed, “But I would be lying if I said it wasn’t...weird to have someone be given the choice to stay instead of being yelled at to get out and that you’re worthless and---I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make this about me.” You said softly, looking down at your hands.

“No, I get it. It’s gotta be on your mind a lot, the uncertainty. Plus, I don’t mind talking about you.” He nudged your shoulder with his own, trying to be playful but you knew he meant that. He always put you first. You couldn’t help your next impulse as your hand shot up to cup his face and you leaned in and kissed him roughly. You weren’t entirely sure why you had done it. It would probably change everything and you couldn’t tell if you were doing it selfishly to feel like someone cared or to keep him around or because you truly wanted to. Of course, he kissed you back, and the feeling it gave you pushed a lot of those doubts from your mind.

You're the best listener that I've ever met

You're my best friend

Best friend with benefits

What took me so long?

*~~~~*

The kiss in the field still didn’t mean you were “together.” Realistically, it complicated things for a while. You avoided Brian for a couple of days and didn’t discuss it when you finally caved in to your desire to see him. He didn’t bring it up either, even though there were many times he would look at your lips like he wanted to make a move again, but you never talked about it. Things began to look “normal” after about two weeks. You spent time at the record shop, or under the bleachers with your friends or in the library with his friends. He nagged you about giving up smoking and you finally listened, much to his surprise.

“What made you finally decide to quit?” He asked, looking at the nicotine patch on your arm. You shrugged, not wanting to tell him the truth.

“I guess I just finally got tired of you being a broken record, mother hen.” You teased him, but he just smiled because he was happy with your choice. The truth of the matter was, you had done it for him. While you weren’t with him, you wanted to be. You didn’t want to keep doing something that bothered him so much, but you also knew that eventually, your habit of smoking would cost time with him and you didn’t want that. You lied to yourself that you didn’t want a relationship and weren’t thinking about a future with Brian, but you were. Every time he helped you study or encouraged you to do your best, the time your parents were out of town so he had made you his “specialty” of spaghetti in your kitchen, when you drove him around singing songs together on the radio...you thought about doing those things with him forever and instead of the fear you used to feel at such a thought, you felt happiness. You anticipated a future with him, something to look forward to.

I've never felt this healthy before

I've never wanted something rational

I am aware now

I am aware now

*~~~~*

“It’s kind of weird, yeah. But they’re cute together, I guess.” You had just returned from a movie with Bender and Claire. You were surprised at how long their relationship had lasted, especially since you had hated Claire at first. You assumed she was dating Bender as a statement, but it had been over six months and they were still together and it just seemed to work.

“It must be nice to have someone like that. Even if they don’t make sense, they care about each other. It just must be a nice thing to have a relationship like that.” Brian looked at you for a moment before backpedaling, realizing he must have made it sound like he was guilt-tripping you. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask you out again. I really just was complimenting them--”

“Well, maybe you should.” You cut him off.

You realized how rare a find like Brian truly was. He always put you before himself; he listened to all of your problems and knew when to offer solutions and when to just listen. He was endlessly supportive, and kind. He kept taking giant risks just to be with you, to show you that you mattered to him. You knew, without him saying it, that he loved you. Why else would someone go to the lengths he did, just to make you happy? You had tried everything to shake him, to get rid of him so neither one of you would be in too deep to get hurt. But he stayed, and now, you wouldn’t want him to go anyway. It was too late; you were both already in too deep.

He just blinked at you, sure he had heard incorrectly. “Wh-what?”

“I said, maybe you should. Ask me out again.”

“Y/N, do you want to go out with me?” He asked, unsure. It felt like a setup, but he knew you wouldn’t do something so cruel to him.

“Yes.” You replied, softly.

“Why?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“I don’t know. I guess you won me over.” You chuckled, but he failed to see the humor in it, so you changed to a more serious tone. “Brian, I thought that these feelings would go away, that you would go away. Lord knows how hard I’ve tried to push you. But...you didn’t and the feelings didn’t. I-I love you. And I’m pretty sure I’m going to keep loving you, I don’t want to waste my time with anyone else. And...And I think that you love me.”

“I do.” He breathed quietly, with zero hesitation.

“So, why fight it any more? I was afraid that I would hurt you, but I think I’ve already done that and you’ve stuck around.” He nodded in confirmation of that fact. “And I was scared that I would get hurt but...but I’ve realized that you won’t do that to me, either.”

You've already won me over in spite of me

Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn't help it

It's all your fault

He took your hands in his, “You’re serious? You really want this? Because, you know how I feel. How I’ve always felt.” You nodded in response, tears quickly filling your eyes, which was a rarity for you. He leaned in towards you to kiss you, for the first time since your conversation in the field over a month ago. He waited for you to be ready in every aspect of your relationship and you had never known so much love and respect before. It took some adjusting to, but he had pulled you in and made you fall for him again and again.

Just gonna tag my buddy...

@90sinequity

[shootingstarwritings]

Couples Therapy

Marcus glanced at his client before going back to his notes. As usual, it was a young woman who looked as though she was on the verge of tears after giving him a mile-long list of grievances towards her husband. For the first few years, everything was like an eternal honeymoon until the two began to drive the other crazy. From the little info Marcus had, the blame seemed to rest on two personalities that didn't feel like compromising—as it usually was.

However, compromises didn’t put food on Marcus’ table, so it was in his best interest to pin the blame all on the husband. “Like my services advertise,” he told the wife, Julia, while sliding a sheet of his talents over to her, “I can fix your marriage to be as blissful as it was on your wedding night. All I need is your consent and I can shape your lover as you need him to be.”

The tears soon dried up. "Um, huh…?" Julia grew sheepish as her eyes skimmed over the sheet. Not good. "Shape him? My friend said your type of work was unique, but changing my husband…? I didn't hear anything about that."

Tilting his head, Marcus said, "Did you not notice how your friend's partner changed? He was happier, more agreeable, and far more pleasant overall. Always carried a strong conversation and had the manners of a perfect gentleman. Don't you want the same for your husband?"

“I-I thought you just gave them counseling!” Julia stood up from her chair, hands clasping her purse as though Marcus was a violent, money-hungry criminal. “This is crazy. A-And, honestly absurd. I'll have no part in this lunacy!"

“So you’re okay with your husband’s divorce?”

Julia stopped just before her hand reached the door. Though she didn't turn around, she said, "What do you mean?" Her voice was tinged with fear despite her attempts to hide it.

“When you made your appointment, I did a little digging on your husband,” said Marcus, lying as naturally as he breathed. “Digging into his soul, of course. My abilities allow me to do so.”

He stood up and strode over to Julia. “He’s growing increasingly dissatisfied with your union. Every little action, every little word, every little annoyance from you pushes him more and more towards the arms of another.” While Marcus remained stone-faced, he was smirking inside as beads of sweat cascaded down Julia’s brow. 

Perfect.

“A young woman your age already divorced? What will the neighbors think? Your friends? Your family? But,” he shrugged and made his way back to his desk, “if you insist that you don’t need my services, I can do nothing about that. I sincerely wish the two of you a happy marriage. However long it lasts.”

Julia excused herself to go to the bank but promised she would return with the payment.

Marcus’ target was a man by the name of Trevor. Attractive, admirable, and breakable. All it would require was a few weeks in his body and Marcus’ job would be finished. Julia had signed the contract, so his body was completely available.

That was the limit to Marcus’ powers. Without some sort of consent from one who at the very least shared the name or a bond with his target, he was unable to do anything. Now, all Marcus had to do was take over Trevor’s body.

But first, Marcus was curious about what was going to happen in their ordinary lives. While Julia had given him a whole list of things that she wished Trevor would do, Marcus skimmed it before throwing it away. For the most part, his clients didn't know what they wanted—and what they did was something ridiculous like 'makes me breakfast in bed every single day.' It was all nonsense straight out of a soap opera. Marcus preferred to just take a look at what pissed his client off and doing a few favors here and there. The only part of Julia's list that Marcus even remotely paid attention to was, "Being more open to pegging."

Other than that, Marcus would just sit by and watch how a typical morning went for the couple. He made his way to the address Julia had provided him during their meeting in an astral form and peeked into their lives.

“God, another spill, Jules?” Trevor groaned as he looked down at his stained pants. “C'mon." While Julia let out a stream of apologies, Trevor just rolled his eyes and said, "I'm trying to get a goddamn promotion here!"

“I-I’m trying…!” Julia said, backing up as Trevor grabbed the empty mug and smashed it on the ground. “Th-That was mine...”

“And so’s the mess,” Trevor shot back. “When you’re the breadwinner in this relationship, you can decide what does and doesn’t get broken.” With that, Trevor left to get changed while Julia cleaned up the kitchen.

That was all Marcus needed to see. The bastard needed a major attitude adjustment. His wife was a complete klutz, but there was no need to bite her head off for making a mistake. Marcus didn't feel any particular sympathy for Julia, but assholes like Trevor pissed him off to no extent. "Only natural," Marcus said to himself. "Assholes hate assholes. Don't like pricks like him on my turf."

Floating over to Trevor and Julia’s room, he admired the assets he would borrow for the next few days. Trevor’s pants were off, allowing Marcus to get a nice glimpse of the package he would be showing off for the next few days. Along with that were nice, juice thighs and a good chest peeking out of the nice polo shirt he wore. No longer able to resist, Marcus just dove towards Trevor.

"HNNG! What the fuuuuck?!" Trevor moaned as Marcus phased through his back. Entire body tensing up, Trevor stood in place, his back arching while his head was thrown back. Feet planted to the floor, he moaned in pleasure and panic. "Wh-Who the hell?! What the—HAA! Ahhh…! What the fuck are youuuu?!" Unable to keep his balance amidst the barrage of pain and pleasure mixing, Trevor collapsed onto his bed, convulsing uncontrollably as the foreign intruder wore him like a suit.

“Mmm,” Marcus moaned, rubbing his hard-on against the mattress. “Oh, that’s niiice. Thanks, Julia.” Still face-down on the bed, he spread his legs and let his hands wander towards a certain untouched hole. “Don’t worry, I’ll turn your hubby into the subbiest bottom in town.”

Purposefully ignoring Julia, Marcus left the house and headed towards Trevor’s place of work, relying on muscle memory and the information Julia had given him for navigation. Eventually, he arrived at some fancy insurance firm full of suits who looked like they could use a healthy dose of Viagra.

Once more, Marcus relied on Trevor's muscle memory to guide his way through work. And once settled into Trevor's impersonal cubicle, Marcus began his work. At once, he worked on smiling more in Trevor's body. Man was a creature of habit and the human mind was a sponge for information and mannerisms. Because of that, Marcus would adopt certain behaviors for the week or so he would be in his hosts' bodies. The end result was a spouse that would compliment their partner far more.

On all levels, it was wrong. However, Marcus continued without losing a wink of sleep.

After making sure Trevor was smiling more, Marcus also stretched and relaxed his muscle. "God, you're so tense," he mentioned as he rolled his shoulders back. "Or, I'm so tense." Grinning, Marcus continued chatting to himself. It was always fun getting into a role. Perhaps it was his theater kid days, but adopting a new identity was always fun. "I should get more into yoga," he said, stretching as much as he could in that uncomfortable suit. "Do some squats. It'll help me make my ass all nice and firm. Flexibility'll be nice in the bedroom for Jules," he proclaimed, repeating it to himself to make sure it remained imprinted to Trevor.

To make sure those thoughts remained in Trevor's head, Marcus headed off to the gym after each workday. He worked until Trevor's already well-developed muscles were pleasurably sore by the time he arrived back home. "Keep acting as though I'm Trevor," Marcus had texted Julia before. "It'll make it easier for these thoughts to stick to your husband." His words didn't ease Julia's awkwardness, but Marcus didn't mind. Working with pathetic actors wasn't anything new for him.

By the final day of Marcus' planned stay, Trevor's boss called him into his office. "You're not in trouble," his boss, a man by the name of Arthur said. "Just wanted to catch up with you, is all." His words were even, but Marcus noticed that his gaze was not. Arthur's eyes kept traveling and his fingertips kept grazing Trevor as much as they could while retaining that facade of professionalism. "I've noticed your recent change in attitude. Rumors travel quickly throughout the office."

“When there’s not much to talk about,” Marcus began, “it’s easy to become the talk of the town.”

Arthur cocked an eyebrow. “Your attitude and your tongue’s changed, Trey. I'm surprised but pleased. Productivity for the whole office has gone up this week. And your more positive attitude has really helped with that. I've noticed the environment in general is a lot less toxic."

“Sorry about that, sir,” Marcus said with a curt nod. Yet, he made sure to keep a cocky, inviting smirk on his face. The blood was rushing to Arthur’s cheeks despite his stony expression. “Hadn’t realized how much my attitude had an impact on the office. But I’m sure you’ll be just as satisfied as my wife about the new me.” By now, Marcus was happily rubbing his thighs, making sure they stood out alongside his bulge in those tight slacks he had purchased for Trevor. During the week, he had made a habit of dropping his things and bending over to reach for them in front of his various coworkers. If his eyes didn’t deceive him, he was certain about the office spent more than half a second staring at Trevor’s assets.

Arthur cleared his throat. “Yes, well. Nonetheless, just wanted to show my appreciation for this sudden turn. Always happy to see my workers in a relaxed, pleasant environment.”

Standing up, Marcus leaned in close to Arthur’s lips. “I can think of a few other ways you can show your appreciation, boss,” he whispered, unbuckling his belt. This same scenario had played out so many times Marcus was certain his gaydar was impeccable. “Why don’t you bend me over your desk and show me who the boss is?”

Arthur hesitated for about a second before locking the office door and tying Trevor’s mouth shut with his own tie. “Take! This! You! Slut!” Arthur roared as he pounded Trevor’s ass raw. Marcus, back arched, face pressed up against the cold desk, just moaned like a slut. He eagerly met each of Arthur’s thrust with his strong workout for his hips.

This is my favor for you, Julia, he thought as Arthur pulled on his hair. Your husband’s hole might not be as tight as you want it to be, but he’ll definitely be up for stuff up his ass by the time I leave.

"Make me your bottom bitch," Marcus begged, trapped in a nirvana of pleasure and pain.

The next time Marcus saw Julia and Trevor the two of them were walking down the back, arms linked. Both were smiling and laughing so animatedly that Marcus was certain the songbirds were jealous. On occasion, he spotted Julia lightly slapping Trevor's ass and her husband reddening like a tomato at the sensation.

Marcus returned home satisfied at another successful trip.

[someonedm]

It was an inconvenience, really. Jane didn't want to be here, and neither did I. She had all her friends to be with, chatting and quacking about things I had nothing to do with. And I had... my alone time, I guess. Sweet, quiet, alone time.

But things didn't go out as planned. Jane got suspended, for being a bitch, and when school said she couldn't go to the field trip, she called her rich parents who got it all sorted out. But room arrangements were already made, which landed her right here, with me.

I suppose we both made the best out of it. She spent her time with her girls, while I had a blast going through social media. But, when bedtime finally arrived, we couldn't avoid it. We have to stay together in the same room.

She steps out of the shower, her wet hair dripping drops of water onto the floor. She turns to me with annoyance. "What are you looking at?"

I hadn't noticed I was staring at her until her remark, and it caught me off by surprise. "Oh. I just-yeah." I got in the shower. "Good thing you are finally washing, don't know if I could sleep with you stinking out the room." She said it so incidentally, not caring about if it'd hurt me or not. The kind of effort someone puts in a "congrats" message in a group chat.

Coming out of the shower, I find her still standing there, looking at her own reflection in the mirror. Seeing me, she swiftly turned to her toothbrush, trying to hide the self-absorbance this entails.

Her eyes, reflecting from the mirror, look tired. Her skin is dotted with little imperfections. Her mouth, which I was so used to see lie on a self-assured smirk, was curved down. She wasn't wearing any makeup, and we could both see her.

Perhaps she was thinking of another insult, perhaps she didn't mind my blank stare, but I noticed her relentlessness as she offered me a moisturizing cream. "You want some?"

"no, thanks."

She went back to her bed silently. She was no longer wearing her popular girl persona. We were both tired and just wanted to sleep.

After finishing my prep up, I too went back to my bed. I stretched my arm into my bag, fishing out a flask. I waved the flask in front of jane. "You want some?"

"Where'd you got this?" She laughed, reaching out her hand to take the flask.

"Stole it from my mom's cabin."

She gave it to me back. "Won't she be pissed at you?"

I gulped some of the scotch. "No way. She must've noticed it was gone as soon as I left. If she cared for me I would have heard from her way too long ago."

"Aaah." She yelped. "Sorry for asking".

"First time?" I asked with a full grin, unable to hide my satisfaction with the situation.

"You think?"

"You goody two shoes got yourself detained recently, so I don't know what to think."

"Hell nah. The first time was eighth grade. My ex's brother organized a party and snuck in booze. They said they would have got me with them, cause I looked a lot older than I was. I think that that sentence was why I took that first glass." She sighed, and I knew she has something weighing on her, but she stopped herself from speaking. "What about you?"

"My mom thinks that my first time was when she gave me, after he- after he- uhhh... yeah. It was a bad night for her, and she couldn't give any shit. I had to act like it was all new to me, as if I hadn't had one of those after other nights. I am not a great actress, but I did have a drunk and tired audience." I looked up to her, and noticed she too had a hard time looking in my eyes. "Forget about me. What about your party? Your ex??" I raised my eyebrows repeatedly, and it got a chuckle out of her.

"I'd rather not talk about him." She smiled, though it was a sad smile. "But since we are discussing firsts... well, me and Tyler. Homecoming party."

"Tyler, huh? never thought he was your type!"

"What do you think my type is?" she asked, intrigued by my statement.

"I thought you liked your boys strong and sassy. The kind of jock smart enough so you won't have to actually tutor him during your 'study sessions'. Not some theater student exchange kid!"

I laughed, but she didn't seem to like it. "Do you really think of me like that? That I'm that basic?"

I looked her in the eyes. Even after knowing how she looked without her makeup, she seemed so tired. The kind of tired that stems from frustration, rather than lack of sleep. Jane cared a lot about how people think of her, even if those people were outcasts like me. "If you want me to be sincere" she nodded. "Yes."

Her soft smile faded. "I guess I should go to sleep, then."

"Wait, I am sorry. Why don't you tell me about Tyler?"

"Okay, but, I can't promise to be awake to finish."

"Consider me an elephant. I am all ears." I gestured with my hands curved, extending my ears.

"He is smart, and funny, and kind - I thought he was kind. He helped me learn for history, and we actually did study, unlike what you were guessing. He said how he missed his friends at home, and I thought it was really sweet. I felt safe with him, that he cared for me. I think he did - I wasn't just a popular girl to achieve. He made it clear, romantic gesture after romantic gesture, and when homecoming came I offered him myself. And it was all great going forward, up until Christmas break. He finally had a chance to go back home and insisted I'd stay home with my family. He ghosted me all that time, including a week after he got back. Then he confronted me. Apparently, he was having a long-distance relationship with whom I thought was his ex, and they had sex when he came back for his visit. Said he loved me but that she won't let him be with me.

So I got a little basic, and invited one of the jocks to have rebound sex in his car. While his girlfriend was over."

I chuckled. "I am sorry. What you went through is terrible. But god damn is that a good way to get back at someone, you magnificent bastard."

"I am glad I am amusing you." I couldn't decipher the look on her face, resting for a split second, before turning back to gossip. "So, who's your first?"

"I had a first- yeah uh I definitely had one."

A malicious smile sneaked onto her face. "No, you didn't."

I held the palm of my hand at the back of my head and looked down in shame. "No, I didn't."

A familiar sense of vanity came from her. "Doesn't matter. Who'd you kissed?"

I wanted to lie, but instead, I hid my face in the palms of my hands, hiding from her glare. "I uh - I hadn't kissed anyone yet."

"Well, that's such a shame! I bet many boys like you. You just don't notice them, that's all."

This comment, coming from her, caught me off by surprise. I had anticipated some sassy, if not outright a bit mean remark. "Really? You think that? Cause you kinda sound like my mom."

I guess I shook her a bit too, cause the sass was quick to come. "I'm sure of it. You know how boys are - they lust after anyone they think they have a chance with."

"Ahh, there it is. Should I take it as a compliment?" I smiled softly. "Cause I'm not hurt."

Her eyes widened for a moment. "No I- I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it like that - Ugh, nevermind." She rubbed her eyes. It was late. "If you want me to, I can help you get any boy you'd like. Who you've got your eyes on?"

I was starting to feel uncomfortable, but I couldn't tell what about this innocent question was so jarring. "I don't know. I never thought about it."

She leaned forward on her bed. "Tell me your type, then, since we already talked about mine."

"You must guess first."

She looked me deep in the eyes, assesing how I looked. She then turned her head to the flask. I imagine she was going through what I've told her, trying to make a sense of me.

"You like shy artsy boys that keep to themselves. You get tired of the enthusiazm of other people, even if it's about things you like, so it's nice having someone who's more quiet, like you. But you also want him to be more emotional than you, cause if it was left up to you, you'd be scared of the relationship falling apart. Did I get it right?"

Her description felt off. It wasn't insulting or arrogant, and I couldn't tell what exactly was incorrect, but it felt wrong.

"I... I don't know." I knew what I wanted to say, and it made me anxious. I could feel the saliva getting stuck in my throat. "I like someone who's sarcastic and witty, and doesn't open up, so when they finally talk earnestly it feels like winning a prize. Someone who cares so much about how other people see them, that they take off their hand crafted mask just for you, and seeing them that way, they are only ever more beautiful."

My gaze drifted away from her as I spoke, and I couldn't bare to see how she had reacted.

"I am tired." Her voice finally broke the silence.

"Me too. I don't want to stop talking to you."

"Me too."

The vision of that flask felt burned in my memory as I thought about reaching out and taking another sip. I couldn't sleep, and perhaps more alcohol in my blood stream meant stopping to think. I couldn't stopped thinking, and it paralized me. Images ran in my mind, thoughts and ideas being intrusive, and I had no help in silencing them.

The steady rhythm of her breath calmed me down, but as I focused on it the intrusive thoughts only grew.

"Hey." Her voice was quite, almost a whisper.

"Can't sleep?" I answered, with the same crooked tone.

"No."

Her breath is still slow and calm, but I can feel my own heart pounding faster. I wonder if she can hear it beat from beyond my skin.

"When you talked about the type of person you like.

You weren't talking about a boy, right?"

I turned my head to face the wall, watching the creaks, trying to make them absorb my thoughts and visions. I knew she would hate me for it, and the thought of being honest made breathing almost impossible.

"No."

I listened the rumble of her bed sheets, and her light steps on the floor, and my squeaking bed as she set on its other edge. Tears filled my eyes and I swallowed the saliva down my throat.

"Was it about me?"

I rose up on my end of the bed, looking at her being the most difficult thing I have ever done. I couldn't see her clearly through my tears, but I knew she was absolutely beautiful.

"Yes."

She reached out her soft hands around the back of my head, leaning closer and kissing me.

I was surprised and uncomfortable but I loved every moment her tender lips touched mine.

I parted away, breathing heavily as I only now felt relieved. I sounded like a wailing baby, and I must have looked like one when I wiped off my tears that continued to come.

She sat there, holding herself. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable... I didn't..."

I braced her as hard as I could. We kissed again, now calm between each other's arms, trading our air between our body and stopping only when we had to. We cherished each other's beauty, finding comfort in each other's eyes.

She laid her head on my lap, and I caressed her hair. "I don't want to leave you."

"Me neither." I leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I want to hold you until dawn. But the bed is too small."

She woke up and went to bed, and it dawned on me how tired I am. As we both lay in our separate cushions, she lends her hand towards mine, and I hold hers.

[ssahotchhner]

angel of spite

hi, i wrote a quick little something about the reader intentionally making hotch jealous as revenge. i hope you like it (: i'll be working on a few requests in my inbox next. i also finally made a masterlist which i'll link below!

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questions, comments, concerns

You supposed you should have known better than to spite Aaron for staying at the office too late, again. You had simply texted him that since he was going to be working late to not expect you to be there when he got home. Maybe that had been unfair to him, and you were normally so patient with his work schedule, but the last three nights in a row he had promised to be home for date night and continually cancelled last minute. Tonight, you had gotten angry when he texted you yet again, apologizing and saying he would be back late.

He tried calling you over an hour after you had sent the text message, having just then seen it in the throws of a difficult case, but you didn’t pick up. He tries to push down the flare of annoyance he feels, after all, this was the third time he had flaked on you. But still, you were acting like a child. He also knew part of the reason you were doing this was because you knew it would piss him off.

All he wanted at the end of a hard day was to see you waiting in bed for him with open arms. He put on a big show of being the dominant one in the relationship, but both of you knew Aaron became putty in your hands when you gently scratched at his scalp and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. You purposely took that away from him, knowing it was one of the only things that could get him through a tough work day. The more he sat at his desk trying to work, constantly checking his phone to see if you’d called or texted again (you hadn’t) the more angry he became. In fact, he stormed out of the BAU without saying goodbye to anyone without finishing his report.

He called you over and over again until you started sending him straight to voicemail. And so by the time he’s able to make an educated guess about what bar you’re in, his rage ripples off him in waves. He flashes his FBI badge to the bouncer to get inside without waiting in line, something he’s definitely not supposed to do, and heads up the elevator to the rooftop. Once up there, he heads straight to the bar. He scans the room quickly, but you’re nowhere to be found. Until, across the room, sparkling golden crescent moons dangled from someone’s ear. Aaron knew those earrings, he had bought them for you for your birthday this year. And standing in front of you is a broad, tall man. Not as tall as Aaron, but he was built a bit wider than Aaron, as if to make up for it. You sit on the arm of the couch, you look relaxed, your legs open just enough to get the man that was in front you salivating.

When your eyes settled on him, you couldn’t help the cocky smile that lit up your mouth. Unbridled fury filled his face when he saw the lawyer in front of you that was clearly wondering what you’d let him do to you in bed. You sigh as Aaron begins walking over you and turn to look at the lawyer, “I’m really sorry about this.” You say, cutting off whatever he was saying.

He frowns at you, “What?”

But Aaron was here now, “Hi baby,” You say sweetly, “I didn’t think you were going to make it tonight.”

He gives you a withering look as if to say I’ll deal with you later, before turning to the lawyer. “This is Ronnie, he’s a lawyer.”

Ronnie stared from Aaron, who was still silent, to you and back again. “And… who is this?” He refers to Aaron.

You open your mouth, but Aaron speaks first, “Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief of the BAU. I’m also her boyfriend.” He gives the lawyer a look that anyone in opposition to the unit chief had experienced many times over the course of his career.

I’m sorry, you were mouthing to Ronnie from behind Aaron’s shoulder. “She didn’t mention a boyfriend.” Ronnie says.

You sigh, leave it to you to pick the one guy in this room that would decide to challenge Aaron Hotchner rather than just apologizing and walking away, “Oh, you idiot.” You murmur.

Aaron tilts his head to the side in an almost predatory way, “Are you suggesting that I’m lying?”

“I’m suggesting that the lady obviously doesn’t want you since she didn’t mention you, Mister FBI.”

“Oh, God help us.” You shake your head and say into your lap and the next time you look up Aaron’s fist has connected with the man’s face and whiskey had splashed on the floor and your ankles. At that your eyes widen, “Aaron, what the fuck?” Aaron had given many men that flirted with you a firm talking to, sometimes escalated to yelling, but never in the entire time that you’d known him had Aaron physically hurt anyone who had advanced on you.

Aaron puts a firm hand on your wrist as a commotion begins to gather around the two of you and pulls you away. He doesn’t speak as he practically drags you out to the back door, down several flights of stairs and out another door behind the building. Once the cold night air hits you, you pull your wrist away from him, “What the hell did you do that for?”

“Did you want him to fuck you?” He practically growls.

“No,” You say, exasperated, “Aaron, we play this game all the time, you’ve never hit someone.”

“You’ve never deliberately gone out of your way to flirt with someone else.”

It was true, you supposed. You always let the men come up to you if they were interested, but you never were the one to initiate. Why would you when no one would compare to Aaron anyway? Today you had come here with specific intentions to speak with someone that would piss off Aaron. “You’re right,” You admit softly, “I’m sorry, I just… I wanted you to feel what I’ve been feeling.”

“Do you think I enjoy coming home late and not spending time with you?”

“Yes, I do! You love your job!”

“So you behave like a child because you’re jealous of my job?”

When he says it out loud like that, it sounds ridiculous and your eyes water, “Yes.” You say quietly, “Because I need to make sure you still want me just as much as your job.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, “Honey, of course I do, but I can’t control when I have more paperwork or a heavier caseload than usual.”

You feel deflated and stupid all of a sudden with the condescension that’s written so clearly on Aaron’s face. “Whatever, let’s just go home.”

“Sweetheart—“

“I don’t want to talk about it. Did you drive the SUV here?”

He looks at you hopelessly and then sighs, “Yes.”

You let him walk a couple of steps ahead of you the whole way, not wanting to let him hold your hand if you were close enough. He did open the car door for you, but you didn’t look at him as you climbed in.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t consider your feelings more this week when I cancelled our dates.” Aaron says. You remain quiet. “I’m nearly certain I’ll be off work this weekend. I’ll make it up to you then.”

You can’t help the roll of your eyes, “You have to stop making me promises that you can’t keep. We all know you’ll probably get a case in the middle of the weekend.”

His fingers flex on the steering wheel, “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“Aaron, I’m not even mad about you not being here all the time. I accepted that when we first started dating. I just hate when you promise you’ll do something and then you don’t do it. We planned this dinner weeks and weeks ago and you swore to me you’d get it off. And then we had to reschedule the reservation three nights in a row and you still didn’t show. Then you do show up, but only for the chance to be mad at me and condescend me which just tells me that you could have left work tonight if you wanted to. That’s why I’m mad.”

He supposed you were right. He had ended up leaving work early because he was upset with you. He knew that hadn’t been your intention, you had expected him to quietly stew in his anger until the next morning or until you had come home that night. But he had done it all the same, unable to bear even the idea of you flirting with another man in his absence. He figured it had to do with previously being cheated on because of his job, but he knew you would never do that. Knew that your relationship wasn’t fundamentally broken in that way, could tell by the way adoration still glowed in your eyes when he came home every night. But if he wasn’t careful, he wondered if you ever would. Just the thought had his knuckles whitening as he clenched the steering wheel. It was this thought that had made him punch that lawyer back at the bar.

When you arrive home, you get out of the car without waiting for Aaron, unlocking the door before he’s even out of the car and heading inside, heels in hand. Jack was sleeping at a friend’s house tonight as it was supposed to be date night. You don’t slam the bedroom door, but you close it as Aaron is walking down the hallway which in his mind is the same thing. He stops in the middle of the hallway, wondering if he should go in anyway. A minute later, he hears the intro to The Phantom of the Opera blaring from your bedroom.

He sighs, “Fuck.” He murmurs to himself and turns away from the room. Your mutual love of the theater had been something the two of you had bonded over early in the relationship. Aaron had learned quickly there was a specific stage performance of Phantom of the Opera that you turned to for comfort. If he ever came home to it playing, he knew you had had a bad day. Rarely, though, had you put it on after a fight with him.

He heads to the kitchen and turns on the electric kettle figuring he’d better come into the bedroom with your favorite tea if he was going to brave it at all. He sits down as he waits, resting his head in his hands. The two of you rarely ever fight and so Aaron is still trying to figure out how to do that with you in a productive way.

The kettle switches off and he pours the boiling water into your favorite mug, dunking your favorite tea bag before leaving it to steep. He takes a deep breath before picking up the mug and walking to the bedroom. When he enters, you don’t look at him until he stops by your nightstand, noticing he brought you tea. The gesture is sweet and so you sigh and pause the show.

“Hi.” You say softly to your boyfriend who’s still standing next to you.

“Hi.” He says gently, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You say, and he knows it’s a test.

“For making promises I know I can’t keep. For leaving work early after I told you I wouldn’t be able to solely to punch whatever man wanted to sleep with you. For patronizing you.”

You cover your hand with his, “And I’m sorry for flirting to intentionally make you upset. You know I’d never actually do that, right?”

Aaron looks down at your hands, “I saw the way you had spread your legs for him, just a little bit, and I…” He sighs, “I never told you this, but my last wife cheated on me because I wasn’t around enough and seeing you like that, I guess I just…” He trailed off shaking his head, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped like that.”

“Baby,” You say softly, eyes wide, “I’m so sorry, I had no idea… I never would’ve done that if I had known.”

“I know.” He gives you a small smile.

“Why don’t you come lay down and tell me about your day?”

His smile grows and he crawls into bed, laying his head in your lap and your fingers begin combing through his hair as he talks about the case.

[hiro-gari]

omggg I love your writing! could you write a garou x reader where garou realizes he has feelings for y/n and at first is in denial and is all like "romance no, hero hunting yes" but as he tries to distance himself from y/n, his mind always goes back to their good memories together, and so he ends up confessing but he's all awkward about it lol (we all know this poor boy is not good with words lmaooo)

HI, thank you so much!! 🥺💖 Of course, I love this poor, clueless guy T-T

Tongue Tied

Garou x reader

SFW, some cursing

It had only been three days. Somehow, it felt like ages.

But this was for the best. For himself, and for you. A clean break with no explanations, and no lingering attachments. With how smart you were, Garou was certain you’d be able to make a convincing argument against the violent path he’d devoted himself to. Your presence alone might even be enough to sway him. Or, maybe, you’d overwhelm him with your acceptance, as you had so many times, and you’d support him leaving, if it meant achieving his dream.

Either scenario sounded awful. So he avoided them both, and disappeared without a trace.

The problem was, you were everywhere. No matter which City or run down suburb he wandered into, he saw you; a silhouette amongst the crowd that would seem a bit too similar, a laugh that could have been yours, that song you mentioned you loved drifting from some shop. Though absent, Garou couldn’t escape you.

So he poured all of his energy into his goals, fighting until he was depleted, over and over. To hell with the class and rank of his opponents, any fight was better than letting his mind wander, right?

~

The Class B hero on the ground before him never stood a chance. It could barely even be considered a victory; he was only a tally to add on the list of heroes that Garou the Hero Hunter had put in the hospital.

Although this guy might have ended up there sooner rather than later, with the way he was panting after barely a few blows had been exchanged. He was on his knees, the contents of his pockets strewn across the street. It wasn’t the coins that caught Garou’s attention, though, he could do just fine without it.

However, in his hand now were two very intriguing pieces of paper. They were a pair of tickets to some horror flick he never would have paid any mind to, if it weren’t for you.

“You’ve never seen it? Really?! I thought you’d be all about it, being a monster guy and all.”

A softness came over him at the memory. Wouldn’t it be something, to sit next to you in a dark theater, watching some slasher film rife with Hollywood jump scares? It would be just the perfect opportunity to stretch his arm around your shoulder reassuringly, to take in your sweet smell as you relax into his chest. It was a late night showing too...

He crumpled them tightly in his fist, gritting his teeth.

Enough.

The man on the ground made a pitiful show of flailing at him meekly. It was puzzling, as he hardly had a scratch on him.

“H-Hero Hunter-... we will take you down...”

“Shut it. I’m not in the mood,” Garou growled back, swatting him away effortlessly, “you could’ve at least put up a fight.”

Ignoring the hero’s indignant spluttering, Garou sauntered off, taking his time, in hopes that backup might arrive. The distant voice over the loudspeaker, however, was making it seem less and less probable.

“-please evacuate immediately and seek shelter. This is a disaster level Demon.”

No doubt that’s got all their attention right now. Figures.

The large screens on the buildings nearby showed aerial footage of the destruction as the newscast announcers prattled on in a panic.

“We’re receiving reports of massive destruction to areas of City S! Dozens of businesses and residential areas have been flattened in a matter of minutes. The train station has been obliterated, cutting off transportation in and out of-”

He stuttered to a halt, straightening suddenly. The first time you met, hadn’t you said…

“I’m here every day of the week, Monster Boy. You’ll have to stop by again sometime, I’ve gotta catch the 6:00 train home.”

“Y/N.”

He took off at a full sprint.

~

The skyscraper sized monster, satisfied with the destruction he’d caused, was lumbering off towards the next town, trailing heroes behind them.

For the first time, Garou paid them no mind. The block was nearly unrecognizable with all the rubble strewn around. He felt somewhat relieved to see the café you worked at was still standing, though the front sign was nowhere in sight, and not a single intact window remained. It seemed the area had been evacuated before any casualties. However, it was becoming clear you certainly weren’t returning to work any time soon, and the realization hit him like a blow to the chest.

In the back of his mind had always been the comforting thought that you’d be here. Here with your smile, your harmless banter, your laugh; simple things he could always count on to come back to if things went awry.

Now they were gone, obliterated in an instant, and it pissed him off to no end. A new mission presented itself clearly, outshining all thoughts of hunting heroes and becoming a monster.

I’ll find Y/N again. I swear it.

The promises he made to himself were always the strongest.

It wouldn’t be an easy feat. He knew very little about where you lived, or the places you went outside of this, but he was already forming a plan in his mind. He could start with the list of all the stops the 6:00 train made from here, and thoroughly scour each of the residential areas until he found you.

And when I find Y/N, I’ll say everything. I’ll say-

The crunch of footsteps falling on broken glass snapped him out of his thoughts, his muscles tightening defensively.

“Garou?”

It couldn’t be, surely.

But there you were; a bag over your shoulder, a phone in your hand, slowly making your way toward him from the corner you’d be hunkered down in. The look on your face that told him you hadn’t forgotten how he’d disappeared without so much as a goodbye, and he felt an unfamiliar pang of guilt settling in his stomach.

“Y/N-”

You cocked a brow at him, relaxing slightly as you came closer. All the things Garou wanted to say fell flat as you eyed him, studying the countless new scars he’d acquired since the last time he’d seen you.

“What are you doing here?” You tried cautiously, unnerved by his uncharacteristic silence, “All the heroes have moved on, chasing down that big oaf,” you gestured toward the receding chaos behind him.

“I was getting to them,” he replied with a tilt of his chin, “what are you still doing here?” It came out sounding like an accusation, and he kicked himself internally.

You shrugged, undeterred by his sharpness as always,

“Waiting for someone to come pick me up. With the way things have been going, I’m sure I’d be taken out by a monster in no time,” you added with an awkward laugh.

He needed to say something, and he was painfully aware that this was his chance, here and now.

I’m your Monster Boy. You could let me take you out.

It didn’t seem quite right, and the way it came out sounded even worse.

“I can be the monster that takes you out.”

No. That’s a threat. Fuck.

You blinked at him, looking equally horrified.

“I meant-” He waved vaguely, shaking his head, “you know what I meant- are you laughing?” You were trying not to, practically doubling over with the effort, but this attempt of his was appalling, almost to the point of hilarity given the circumstances.

“Garou,” you said, shaking, “I have no idea what you’re trying to say here.”

Words. Words weren’t gonna work.

But in his palm, crushed and slightly damp with sweat at this point, remained some hope of salvation. He fumbled with the pieces of paper, trying to straighten them to the point of legibility. He held them between his thumb and forefinger, and leaned unnervingly close as he pointed at the title.

“This movie. You said you liked it, right?” You tilted your head in confusion, his stare making it all the more difficult to concentrate. If you squinted, you found you could barely make out the words, and you nodded slowly.

“Great!” He breathed a sigh of relief, grinning. “So we’re going.”

Your eyebrows shot up suspiciously at his sudden change of tone.

“It’s late,” you crossed your arms, looking up at him slyly, “and I’m here on the street alone with a monster. Do I have much of a choice?”

The edge in your voice was a challenge. He’d be damned if he backed down.

“Will you…” he pointed to you, for emphasis, “Go see this movie. With me.” He paused a moment, considering. “Please, Y/N.”

Your face changed completely, and for a moment, his heart sank. It almost seemed like you were about to cry, or maybe even try to swing at him. Had he said it wrong? But then you were flinging your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you buried your face into his shoulder, stretching up on your tip-toes.

“Of course I will,” you said quietly, letting him feel your words as you breathed against his skin. “Have me home at a decent hour though-”

Your words became a squeak of surprise as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, and hoisted you up with ease until he was carrying you.

“Better get going then,” he planted a kiss on your forehead apologetically, feeling your face blush red hot. You weren’t complaining though, and he took that as a green light to get moving. You were his tonight, and that thought alone was enough to make him giddy with excitement.

“Why- why did you come here, really?” You asked, repositioning yourself so you could study his face. His brow furrowed. Words always came so easily to him, so why did he always find himself so tongue-tied with you?

“Felt shitty. Didn’t see you for days. It sucked.” His concentration deepened with each pause, searching for the right words with seemingly immense difficulty. You kissed his cheek, nearly making him stumble, and he felt a small smile growing on your lips.

“I missed you too, Monster Boy~”

[imgonnapanic]

Third gym squad with a theater kid s/o:

Kuroo Tetsurou

Tbh, he knew what he was signing up for when he started dating you.

He’s just not used to it, because he doesn’t have many extroverted friends who aren’t annoying pieces of-

I can envision you both going on the hub to watch pirated musicals. Hamilton, Heathers, Dear Evan Hansen, you name it.

He loooves your singing voice, even if it’s your nervous purposely bad one.

You love the musicals that include allll the good stuff (trauma, death, tragedy, etc.)

Or the iconic ones. You can’t forget about those.

So you’re less-than-thrilled when your school chooses “Honk! The Musical” for this years play.

It’s a spin off of the ugly duckling that no one has heard of.

And when you come up to Kuroo sulking about this boring play you’re emotionally obliged to do, he can’t help but laugh a little.

But his laughter stops when he sees your eyes down at your shoes.

And then he shuts the fuck up because you’re actually upset.

After assuring that you will still be Broadway material even if you’re dressed up as a goose, you feel a little better.

In the two weeks leading up to auditions, Kuroo is starting to get caught humming “A Poultry Tale” at practice.

I mean, his Spotify feed went from Kendrick Lamar to Legally Blonde within one month of dating you, so cut the guy a break.

The day of auditions, you’re a bundle of nerves as you go over the dumb song again and again.

And Kuroo is like “calm down babe you’re gonna do great.”

That sure did a ton.

“Shut up Heather”

...

“Sorry Heather”

He’s also a bundle of nerves at practice, though. He just couldn’t let you see it.

By now, all of the Nekoma team knows you’re auditioning today, and the minute he walks in he just holds up a hand.

“They’re auditioning as we speak”

He’s not surprised when you get the lead.

He looks like the cat who ate the canary he’s a little amused when he figures out the lead is named “Ugly” but by now he has learned to keep it on the inside.

Your schedule is now jam packed, but that’s okay, because Nationals are also coming up for Kuroo and needs to put in some extra hours at the gym anyways.

You better believe two months later Kuroo is making his entire team buy a ticket.

Kuroo didn’t even get to see you on opening night because of dress rehearsals, but that’s okay.

He cleared his entire schedule that day and now has time to wallow in his own excitement and buy you some flowers.

He’s there with the squad team at 6PM sharp, dressed up, and trying to keep his dignity.

When you first walk on stage, the team snickers a little bit at your costume, but Kuroo was completely enraptured by your singing voice, your blocking, your makeup, everything.

This was much better than the demo CD that they had given you.

Afterwards, he gives you your flowers and is glued to your side for the rest of the night, babbling about how proud he was of you, and how talented you are, Nekoma team be damned.

Tsukishima Kei

Tsukki-poo already had a soft spot for the arts before he met you.

Not that he would tell anyone, ever.

When you started dating him though, it gave him an excuse to share his favorite soundtracks.

“you can hit that note, you know.”

*cue the arguing about how you aren’t Barbara Streisand*

When you two are walking through the hallway with him and you see the poster reading “Auditions for Karasuno High School’s ‘The Little Mermaid’ are open!” You start freaking out.

You love that movie! And Kei tolerates it!

Kei honestly thought you would be Ariel/Prince Eric when he first heard you singing “Part of Your World”

Like, you have the voice of a fucking lark. The directors have to be batshit crazy not to cast you.

In his humble opinion.

So he’s a bit taken aback when you get the role of Flounder, but he’s very proud anyways. Especially after you explain that there’s musical numbers that you’re in that aren’t in the movie.

He just hates your director for no reason now.

Practicing your lines with him in your free time becomes almost inevitable because you both have nothing else better to do.

And he can see how into it you are.

And let me just say that you are killing it.

Seriously. You have no problem getting into character, and Kei doesn’t say this much but-

It’s fucking adorable, okay? He has little goth moths in his stomach.

And he can’t wait to see the show, because then he can show you off.

That doesn’t mean he likes the other first years prying at your progress.

Hinata’s incessant questioning about theater anatomy and the memorization of your lines gets really annoying.

Even for someone with a normal temper like you-

“Yes it’s called the right wing. NOT wing spiker. Yes they’re off book. Now will you shut your trap already?”

Dress Rehearsals come, and you’re spinning around his room, face morphing from complete concentration to happy, go-lucky Flounder.

You, Kei, and Yamaguchi (your little third wheel-) all know the soundtrack pretty much up and down, left and right, backwards and inside out.

He still shivers remembering the time you just walked into his house not registering that Flounder’s makeup looks kind of scary up close-

All of his pride was sacrificed that day. All of it.

On the morning of opening night, Kei was walking you to the school, pretending to be bitchy about it being on a Saturday.

“C’mon, what am I supposed to do all day?”

As luck would have it, he’s stuck sitting next to one Hinata Shoyo. Lovely.

So he sat down next to him, and ignored him the whole show. I mean, it worked, he shut up after thirty seconds.

After the show, Kei has to wait a bit for you to take your makeup off, but when you come running out, he can’t hold back a tiny grin.

“That was good. I’m proud of you.”

And then he took you to dinner because singing makes a bad bleep hungry 😌

Bokuto Kotarou

Listen, you’re loud, Bokuto’s loud-

So basically you two are on a mission to not annoy Akaashi for as long as you can before inevitably getting yelled at for your affection and love and shit.

Now, both of you would love for this to be possible.

But the Frozen soundtrack makes it too difficult.

Especially when you can edit the lyrics just to piss off Konoha.

“Turn away and slAm the door *on Konoha”

“The wind is howling like the storm inside *of Konoha”

The possibilities are endless, really.

The game changer is when you two are belting out the song where Elsa and Anna are arguing.

And you accidentally hit the “I-i-I CANNNNT”

Akaashi is like for the love of GOD just audition for the play.

He quickly realizes that his suggestion was not a good idea.

Since guess what the musical is.

You’re auditioning as a joke, okay? You love Frozen, but this is a Fukurōdani Academy level play.

You didn’t expect to land the role of Olaf.

Your director sat you down and bluntly told you that he thought that you had the charisma and energy to be Olaf, but he knew that you were auditioning for a joke.

He needed you to be committed.

And hell yeah, you were gonna be committed.

At first, Bokuto was super proud of you! His s/o as a lead role? So impressive!

You even taught Bokuto your choreography for “In Summer”

He only retained half of it, but eh.

He’s a volleyball player. He tried.

As rehearsal times became longer and longer, Bokuto was a little upset at himself because he didn’t realize how committed you were until it hit him in the face.

Akaashi is there to get him out of his funk when you aren’t, though.

“They feel the same way when you need to be in the gym longer. It’s just a part of having a passion. Just utilize your time with them wisely.”

This bitch knows full well Bokuto doesn’t do ‘wise’ though, so he also sets to him a little more.

Dress rehearsals start, and Bokuto is always waiting for you to come out of the auditorium to ride the bus home.

You’re just bubbling over with stories about the magic of being on stage.

The lights, the microphones, the costumes, just talking about it makes you nostalgic already.

On opening night, Bokuto and Akaashi are there in the front row, going through the program.

“There’s y/n!!!!”

And you can’t see him because of the blinding spotlight, but you can hear Bokuto cheering for you after you finish “In Summer”

Afterwards he gives you a big hug, and you guys go home and watch Frozen.

Akaashi Keiji

When you start dating Akaashi in your second year at Fukurōdani, you’ve been on stage for the last ten years of your life.

Singing, acting, dancing, you love it all.

You’re even considering making it your career.

Akaashi doesn’t know much about theater at all, but he makes sure to do his research since it’s such a big part of your life.

The company you take acting classes with is having their winter show soon, and you couldn’t be happier when you figure out it’s ‘Into the Woods.’

Akaashi makes the mistake of asking the plot of the story.

“So basically there are these two infertile bakers with dead parents and there’s this witch that’s old and wrinkly and she comes to their house because fifty years ago the bakers dad stole her veggies and took the magic beans that made her look old and wrinkly-“

(A/n: this isn’t even half the plot)

He decides he’ll figure it out when he sees the play.

Akaashi knows that it’s a difficult one, though.

Sondheim doesn’t fuck around.

So you shouldn’t be beating yourself up about cracking on some of the high notes and screaming into your pillow.

He feels like an idiot every time you ask him to give you constructive criticism.

He doesn’t know what to say. “That was good” is obviously not what you want to hear.

When the date of your audition rolls around, he has early morning practice.

So he sends you a text saying how far you’ve come already and he’ll be proud even if you end up being a tree and break a leg (he’s very proud of that part. Theater lingo with Akaashi 101)

He’s very pleased to hear through your extremely fast and animated chattering that you killed it.

You were going to be Jack from “Jack and the Beanstalk.”

He’s still not sure how that correlates with infertile bakers, but he’ll go with it.

You also have a notoriously hard solo, “Giants in the sky.”

Akaashi is very impressed.

All you two do is practice that song, until Akaashi is half sure he could sing the song if he really gave an effort.

(He tries seriously one time. He can’t sing. To save his life. Sorry Keiji and RIP y/n’s ears.)

“Maybe you’re just not a soprano?”

“I’ll leave the limelight to you.”

Rehearsals always leave you drained. There are so many dance numbers in the play that you have to go over.

And songs, oh god, the songs are pieces of work.

But you wouldn’t trade it for the world, so Keiji stays close, and is endlessly supportive.

You sent him a picture of your Jack costume, and Keiji is like that is kind of adorable ngl-

He walks into the auditorium you’re performing in, and even he’s nervous to be in there. It’s huge.

But when you walk on the stage, and start belting, all the breath leaves his lungs.

Oh. Ohhhhhhh. He understands the plot now.

[corpse-of-bandersnatch]

That's the whole interview with Jeff by Nicole Iskra, in which they also talked about him shaving of his chest hair. It was published in the Moviestar 05/2001 (the interview, not the chest hair).

I won't translate everything word for word, but if you wish a closer translation of a special topic/question, let me know and I try my best. (Also I apologize for the bad quality of the middle part of the scanned magazine).

PARALLAX – Madness from the Internet

„I was the Incarnation of their worst nightmare!“ - An interview with Jeffrey Combs

Before the interview starts, they introduce the latest movie Jeff was in back then, which is Parallax aka FearDotCom (almost the complete first column describes the Plot). Parts of it where shot in Luxembourg, which is also the Place where the interviewer meets Mr. Combs.

They meet in front of the Inter-Continental Hotel. Mr. Combs is PISSED, because the breakfast in the Hotel was awful (slimy fried egg) and the staff was rude (someone came in his room without knocking or apologizing, while he was sitting on his bed, only wearing a T-Shirt and Shorts).

They walk into the City of Luxembourg and Jeff's wondering about the many colourful life-sized cow sculptures, that you can find everywhere in town (quote: „Is this supposed to be art?!“).

He's searching for a souvenir for his wife, but in in his opinion, all of the dresses are outdated and their colours terrible. The interviewer teaches him the very important rule „Grün und Blau schmückt die Sau“.

They decide to eat in a Burger Restaurant called „Maybe not Bob's“, where he orders chicken wings with french fries and a coke (quote: „like a real American“).

Jeff speaks about the results of his genealogical research: Originally, his family came from Devon in England, but settled 1619 in Jamestown (Virginia) to work for Virginian Tobacco Co.

1. Question: The first question is about the renaming of FearDotCom to Parallax (reason being uncertainty about who owns the name). It follows more describing of the movie’s plot, this time from Mr. Combs himself.

His friend Bill Malone directed Parallax/FDC and offered Jeff the role, because they already worked together in Haunted Hill and Perversions of Science.

2. Question: You got along so well with Peter Jackson while filming The Frighteners. Will you at least get a Cameo in Lord of the Rings, even if it's only as Orc Nr. 260?

JC: That's the one Orc, that survived, right? (laughs). Nah seriously, I didn't get a role, unfortunately. I auditioned, , but the problem was the british accent. I can imitate it, but when you're surrounded by actors like Ian McKellen and Ian Holm, it's really not hard to tell who's a „real  Briton“ and who's not.

3. Question: Did your latest movie before Parallax/FDT – The Attic Expeditions –  had it's premiere in America yet?

JC: No, not yet. The world premiere was a couple of weeks ago here in Luxembourg and it was also shown on Festivals in Edinburgh and Amsterdam. Sadly, they didn't show it on the film festival in Brussel.

I'm really enthused by The attic Expeditions, because it's interesting, not linear, not logical, with few horror elements, but the horror is mostly psychological. It's like a dream in a nightmare on a trip. The longer you watch the movie, the less you know, what's real, it's a really complex movie, especially by american standards.

4. Question: In retrospect, would you call your role as Herbert West a curse?

JC: (sighs) Somehow, it's a curse and a blessing at the same time. Thanks to the role, I was branded as „Horror actor“ in Hollywood. After Deep Space Nine I was branded as „Horror- and Sci Fi- actor“. Movie people love to categorize you. On the other hand, the role of Herbert West opened up a lot of possibilities for me.

5. Question: 10 Years ago you told a funny story at a convention in New York, about sth. that happened while filming From Beyond. Could you maybe tell it again for the Moviestar readers?

JC: You mean the one with the children?

MS: Exactly!

JC: (grins) Well, we were already filming for a month – so I've been in this horrible make-up for 30 days already, with this awful head piece that looked like a red dog dick. I looked worse than Quasimodo! That's why I ate mostly in my dressing room. One day, they shot a commercial with a bunch of 4-year-old children in mushroom costumes on the same soundstage. We met in the hallway and as soon as those poor, innocent children saw me, all hell has broken loose. I was the incarnation of their worst nightmare, they screamed and ran to their mothers, who wanted to lynch me on the spot. So now it was me, who ran away.

But that's how it is, when you have a lot to do with make-up and masks and stuff like this. Not long ago, I was strapped to a cross made out of tubes, my throat was „cut“, there was blood all over me. And sometimes, when you're hanging there long enough, the crew just forgets that you're there, because for them, you just turned into a part of the set. Until you give a signal: „Umm sorry, guys, could you..maybe..“ - „Oh yeah sure, sorry Jeff, sorry..“

6. Question: (you might already know this one from this post): After that scene in From Beyond, in which you get eaten by this worm, your chest is as smooth as that of a baby – did they shave off your chest fur?

Jeff: Yes! (laughs)

MS: Did you do it yourself?

Jeff: Yes and I learnt something very important: Never use a normal razor blade, an electric razor is way better and safer and it doesn’t itch as badly, when the hair grows back. I had to shave my chest for a theater role once as well. I was 26 or so and played an 18-year-old.

7. Question: Do you still play in theatres regulary?

JC: No, not in the past couple of years, though theatre is very dear to my heart. Back in the days, I loved to play in theatres – living like a gypsy, 8 weeks in San Diego, and somewhere else afterwards. But that's not how I want to live today, now that I have a family. I don't like to leave my two little girls for several weeks, plus an engagement in a theatre isn't really helpful financially. I earn the same money in 1 week of shooting a movie as I do in 4-5 months of theatre work.

8. Question: I read that Woody Allen pays every actor 5.000 Dollar, because in his opinion, no one is worth 20 Million Dollar, neither beginner nor Superstar. What do you think about the explosive growth of fees nowadays?

JC: I do think that you should take the money, that the market offers you. But somebody, who earns 20 Millions per movie should share at least a million with their not so lucky co-actors.  No, seriously, it's not that easy to make a living. A friend of mine got a job, where he plays the brother of Kevin Costner. When I asked him, if he gets payed well, he shook his head and said, that he only gets tariff plus 10%. Tariff is the lowest wage possible, that was defined by union. My friend had the choice to either work with Costner or don't. And as an actor you always hope that a movie like this becomes a success and maybe improves your chances in Hollywood.

MS: Thank you for making so much time for us!

[cadence-talle]

looking for the golden light

Pairing: Dex Dizznee/Tam Song

Wordcount: 1,186

Summary: Tam slams into the shop wearing a large straw hat, face stormy. The door he’s shoved open hits the magazine stand and almost knocks it over. Dex winces.

His hat has flowers on it. Uh oh.

Other notes: written around a prompt by the wonderful @i-love-side-characters!! my line was “Seriously? I can’t believe you’d think that.” which i... followed. mostly. 

anyway please don’t ask me what this is, i Do Not know. it’s set in the 1950s? maybe? Dex works at a drugstore with a soda fountain :/

Taglist: @everyonehasthoughts, @catboyruy, @loverofallthingssmart, @a-lonely-tatertot, @enbies-and-felonies, @lemontarto, @sofia-not-sophie, @ruewen-and-rising, @silver-snow, @keefeinnit, @hyperlollypop, @thesandsofdawn, @my-swan-song, @impostertamsong, @yeetersofthelostcities, @diamond-dreamerr, @we-have-no-bananas-today, @an-absolute-travesty, @callas-starkflower-stew, @jadenightthewriter, @keefes-hairgel, @kirisong, @fire-sapphics, @alabestrine, @brilliantblindinglights, @isapizzas, @mistythegenderqueermess, @imaramennoodle, @queersofthelostcities, @b-blurryyfacee, @bianavacker-is-bi-as-hell, @silver-war, @real-smooth

“Where is he.” 

Tam slams into the shop wearing a large straw hat, face stormy. The door he’s shoved open hits the magazine stand and almost knocks it over. Dex winces. 

His hat has flowers on it. Uh oh. 

“Where. Is. Keefe.” Tam repeats. Dex raises an eyebrow, drying off another glass and putting it on the shelf. He’s lucky the drugstore’s empty right now- when Tam’s in a mood like this, it tends to scare off customers. 

“He’s not on shift today. Why, what happened?”

Tam huffs. “Remember when I came here last week? Because I needed more silver dye for my hair and I was out? And Keefe gave me that bottle?”

“You used it? Seriously? I can’t believe you’d think that thing was legit.”

“Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting it to turn my head green!” Tam whips the hat off his head and Dex hides a laugh behind his hand. 

Sure enough, Tam’s hair is green. Neon green, in fact, a color Dex would be astonished at if he hadn’t made that particular dye himself. It almost seems to glow in the sunlight coming through the front windows. 

���Looks good,” Dex says, trying to keep the giggle out of his voice. From the glower Tam gives him, it doesn’t work. 

“Can you fix it or not?”

“Yeah, I can. Gimme a second.” Dex turns to the soda fountain and fills up a cup, sliding it over the counter to Tam. “Drink this. Maybe it’ll make you less homicidal.” 

Tam slides onto one of the stools and sighs, taking a sip. “Thanks,” he mutters, which is about as close an apology as Dex is going to get. Dex hums and rummages around in the medicine cabinet. 

“Here,” he says after a second. “This’ll turn your hair back. I think you have to bleach it first, though. It’s not as strong as the green one was.”

“Ugh.” Tam puts his head on the counter. “It’s Sunday.”

“Oh.” Sunday means the barber- the only place Tam can get his hair bleached- is closed. Which means... 

“I’m going to be like this for at least another day, aren’t I.” Tam’s tone is defeated. Dex stares at him for a moment, watches his fingers tap against the side of his stool in some sort of confusing rhythm. 

Fine. Okay. 

He crosses the shop and turns the OPEN sign on the front to CLOSED. It’s only four and he’s probably going to get chewed out for this, but it’s fine. Livvy loves him anyway. 

“I can bleach your hair here,” Dex says. “If you have an hour or two.” 

Tam lifts his head up. “You can?” 

“Yeah. Grab that towel unless you want to ruin your shirt and come into the back room.” 

“Okay,” Tam says. When Dex glances back, he could swear Tam’s smiling. 

The bleaching itself doesn’t take long. Dex brushes it on, folds Tam’s hair up into a cap, and settles down to wait. In the meantime, he switches the radio on. 

It starts up on a bright song, crackling halfway through to a news report as Dex adjusts the antenna. Tam leans over to listen. 

“Your new project?” he asks. Dex nods. 

“I’ve rewired it to pick up long-distance signals. It’s not super useful to know what the weather in Seattle is, I guess, but it’s cool.” 

“Yeah.” Tam reaches out and presses a button. They connect to another music station. “It’s cool that you can do stuff like that, though. You think you’ll go to college for mechanics or something?” 

“I want to.” Dex shrugs. “Depends, I guess. If I get a scholarship.”

“Right,” Tam says. There’s an awkward pause and Dex searches frantically for something to fill the silence. 

“What about you? Do you want to study anything?” 

Tam huffs a little laugh, glancing down at the countertop. “Probably,” he says. “Maybe. Yes.” 

Dex looks at him, at the way his shoulders hunch in just a little bit and his eyes are firmly fixed on the marble. It’s weird, to see Tam so unsure of himself. To see Tam without the tough pretense. 

“It’s still a year till graduation,” Dex says. “You have time to figure it out.” 

“Yeah.” Tam smiles a little and goes to tug at his hair, realizing halfway through that it’s still covered. Dex snorts. 

“The bleach will be set soon. I think we have more silver in the cabinets, actually, if you want to do your bangs while you’re here.” 

“Oh.” Tam nods and doesn’t say anything else. Dex tilts his head at him. 

“Do you want to dye your bangs while you’re here?”

Tam shrugs. “I don’t know. I’ve had the silver bangs forever. I can’t tell if I want to keep them or- not.”

“They were, like, a rebellion thing, right?” 

“Yeah. Which was great, when I lived with my parents and it’d make my dad pissed, but now we’re staying with Wylie and Tiergan and it’s just like.” Tam waves a hand. “I don’t know.”

The song on the radio changes into something fast and upbeat. Dex lowers the volume. 

“It’s up to you,” he says. “Right? Your hair.” 

“Right.” 

“Speaking of which. The bleach is probably done by now.” Dex stifles another laugh as Tam uncovers his hair, which is now a bright blond. “You look fantastic.” 

Without saying anything, Tam reaches for his hat. He stares at Dex, face expressionless. 

“Time to hit the beach, I guess.” Dex says, and watches as Tam’s poker face breaks. 

Applying the dye takes an annoyingly long time. Dex is careful to get every strand of hair, leaving the bangs for last. When he’s almost done, he steps back and looks at Tam.

“Do it,” Tam says. “I don’t have anything to prove anymore.”

Dex smiles and finishes the bottle. 

“Thanks you,” Tam murmurs later, when his hair is tucked up again and almost done. “You didn’t have to do all of this.” 

“I wanted to, though,” Dex points out. “Couldn’t just let you run around looking like a paintbrush.”

Tam laughs. He reaches out and takes Dex’s hand, examining the black blotches on his fingertips where the dye seeped through his gloves. Dex pretends his heart isn’t beating a mile a minute. 

“Still,” Tam says. “Thank you.”

-/-

“Good morning.”

The radio’s playing again when Tam walks into the shop the next day. He’s still wearing the straw hat. Dex can see his bangs under it, though, and they’re a perfect natural color. He raises an eyebrow at Tam. 

“Nice hat. Keefe’s in the back, by the way, if you still want to yell at him.”

“Thank you.” Tam slides onto his stool again. “And no, actually. I just came here so I could talk to you.” 

“Oh.” Dex blinks. “What about?”

Tam looks at him. Looks down at the ground. Looks into his eyes again.

“They’re playing a movie musical at the theater next weekend,” he says, voice level. “Would you like to go with me?”

He’s so calm and perfectly awkward that Dex cracks a smile. 

“I’d like that,” he says. The radio keeps singing. 

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Ace Merrill

(Not my gif)(Requested by a few anonymous askers)

- You’d been out with a few of your friends, visiting a drive in movie theater when you just so happened to catch Ace’s eye. He had to do a double take when he saw you for the first time, since when did Castle Rock have stray models wandering around?

- Well, what’s a guy supposed to do? Not come talk to you? Uh, uh, not an option. 

- So, while you were standing at the concession stand, the greaser sidled up to you, leaning against the counter and introducing himself with a charming smile. He made conversation as you waited for your food, sprinkling in little flirty comments and twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. 

- Not too long after, the cashier returned with your order; interrupting the two of you. You gathered your purchase, a bit disappointed that you had to say goodbye so soon. 

- Just as you were trying to think of something to say, he asked if he could take you out sometime. The two of you made plans to see each other before your friends urgently called you over. You hurriedly said goodbye to the blonde, giving him a quick apology before heading over to your seat. 

“See you around, y/n/n.” 

- Once you joined back with your group, they began to warn you about how much trouble your “new friend” was. To be honest, it sort of turned you off of him and rightfully so. A womanizing criminal was not exactly the kind of guy you were looking for. 

- With your friends words in mind, you made sure to avoid the blonde, not meeting him for your date and not answering his calls. Unfortunately for you, you’d relinquished just enough information about yourself for him to be able to track you down and by that I mean, he visited your work. 

- Finally, you were forced to confront him and admit that, yes, you’d been avoiding him. He seemed more than a little pissed but he tried to be on his best behavior, especially when asking if that mean’t you “couldn’t be friends”. 

- You felt bad for jerking him around so you hesitantly agreed to, at least, be on good terms with him. Lets just say you didn’t stay just friends for very long. 

- After only a week of hanging out with him, you find yourself fooling around in the backseat of his car. Don’t be too hard on yourself, Ace is a professional. 

- You tugged your sweater back on, running your fingers through your mussed up hair as the boy lit a cigarette. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you settled back against the seat, blowing out a cloud of smoke before he spoke. 

“You’re mine now, alright?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly, a small smile finding it’s way onto your lips. “yeah, alright.” 

- And so, the two of you began your “secret” relationship. 

- Ace really isn’t too bad, just rough around the edges. You learn to live with his faults and just try to stop him from doing anything too against the law or dangerous. 

- He has a cold and tough exterior but his insides are... well mostly the same but with beer, some gooey parts and lots of love for you. 

- Can I just say that something tells me Ace is a momma’s boy. Like his family is pretty dysfunctional but his ma means a whole lot to him and she’s the sweetest little woman you’ll ever meet. He’s very excited to introduce you. 

- He usually calls you doll, darlin’, angel and babe. You cant decide which ones your favorite, he makes them all sound so good. 

- He’s always messing with something, whether that be a car part, knife or something of yours. 

- Constant pda. He has his hands on you whenever you let him and will try to sneak some contact whenever you wont. The only reason you wouldn’t let him was if you’re around someone you don’t want knowing you’re together.

- The looks that he gives you in public, oh dear. 

- He makes it damn clear to everyone that you belong to him so yes, you could say that he’s pretty jealous. 

- If anyone even tries to flirt with you they need to watch their backs while walking home. He’s not afraid to pull a knife on a guy in a bar, what do you think he’d do to someone when they’re all alone?

- You probably get an ‘Ace’ tattooed on you at some point. He’d usually just do something like that himself but he wants it to look nice so he’ll take you to an actual shop; unless of course, you want him to do it.

- He most likely tattooed your name on himself, making you do the first letter yourself. He thinks it’s cute when you keep apologizing for “hurting him”.

- Raunchy compliments. If you’re lucky he’ll just say you “look good” or that he “likes it” when you’ve done something new to yourself. 

- Husky morning/late night whispers. 

- Sometimes he’ll arrive home late at night, stumble around for a while and then just collapse onto you, falling asleep as you watch tv. He’s usually a little tipsy so you just run your fingers through your hair and let him nap. 

- Most of the time he’ll wake up all groggy a few minutes later, throw you over his shoulder and carry you off to your actual bed which is just a cozy tad bit too small.

- He drags Eyeball to the store with him whenever he needs to get you a gift.

“How bout roses? Girls like that kinda shit right?”

- Eyeball probably has a crush on you, he can’t help it; there aren’t a lot of girls in town who are as nice as you, not to mention as pretty. 

- All the cobras think you’re adorable and the best girlfriend any one of them could ever manage to get. They grew especially fond of you after you brought them beer when they ran out.

- Trying to stop him from messing with kids. He tones it down, mostly whenever you’re around, but never really quits. 

- Fake wrestling. It’s fun to roll around on the floor with you a little, especially when he wins which is often. 

- So much sarcasm, if you don’t know how to hold your own then you better learn quick. 

- Helping him or keeping him company while he cleans his car. He sprays you a few times with the hose because he’s an asshole. 

- He’s made you sit on the hood of his car for a picture at least once. 

 “I’ll give you two bucks if you let me take one of you topless.”

- He likes standing behind you while you cook and resting his head on your shoulder.

- Cutting his hair for him. There’s something oddly satisfying about sitting in a tiny bathroom with him, balancing on the sink ledge and trying your best to not mess up. 

- He doesn’t give a fuck, he’ll buy you pads. Who's going to give him shit for it? His friends? He’ll beat their asses into next week. 

- Going to drag races. 

- Watching him play pool. 

- Rough kisses. 

- Hickeys, bruises, and bite marks. 

- Sitting on his lap. 

- Getting pinned to things because he likes seeing you all flustered. 

- Let’s be honest, there’s a lot of sex. The mans horny like 80% of the time. Anything you do turns him on. Thankfully, being good at sex is one of his redeeming qualities. 

- He’s the kind of guy to slap and grab your ass in public with no shame.

- Whenever you walk in front of him he tends to pull you back against him so that you’re pressed against his chest. It’s both because he can't keep his hands off of you and because it shows that you’re his to everyone around you.

- Whenever you’re in the car together, he drives with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh. 

- Him doing really dangerous shit and making you worry. He thinks it’s kinda cute when you do, not many people genuinely care about his well being. 

- He thinks it’s fun to annoy you so expect him to act like a little shit every now and again, putting things you need on the top shelf and stealing your clothes or towel from the bathroom while you’re showering. 

- He’ll usually annoy you until you talk to him whenever you try to give him the silent treatment. 

- Your parents found out about the two of you when they caught you making out in his car, a few months into your relationship. It certainly made convincing them that he’s actually an alright guy  pretty hard. 

- Depending on their personalities, they either made you stop seeing him for a little while as a punishment then tried their best to accept it or they just kicked you out of the house. This was the 60’s after all, most parents were pretty strict and judgmental. 

- If they decide to kick you out then you’re moving in with him, plain and simple. You're his girl, he’ll take care of you.

- Fights are rough, like really rough. There’s yelling, insults, things being thrown. It’s just overall not a fun time. Either you or him storm out at some point; if it’s him then you usually aren’t there when he gets back. You go to stay with your friend for a while. 

- He calls you constantly and tries to find you whenever you’re out in public. He’s still pissed off but he misses you and feels kind of horrible when he comes home and doesn’t find you there. He’ll usually spot you when you’re walking home and will drive up beside you to try and win you back. 

“Get in the car y/n.”

“Get lost Ace!” You shout, spouting off some rant about how you’re through and aren’t coming back. 

“That’s bullshit and you know it! We’ll be doing this till the end of time darlin’.”

“This is the last damn time Ace.”

“Come on babe, gimme another chance. Why’d you get that tattoo if you couldn’t handle me.” He joked. 

“... If I get in that damn car you promise this won’t happen again?”

“Hell, I can’t promise anything but I’ll sure as hell try.”

- When you guys are in bed he’ll apologize for real, wrapping his arms around you while you lay your head on his chest.

“You do know I’m sorry, right?”

- He’s kind of just your average dirtbag who sometimes takes you for granted, then makes it up to you in some way that makes it really hard for you to leave. You know you should probably ditch him but you just can’t, you love him for better or for worse. 

- You probably have a civil ceremony or a really small wedding. He’s not one for stuff that’s big and fancy so something private is ideal for him. 

[lovee-infected]

Macaroon anon I love you and how can I resist writing for such a great idea? I really wanted this piece to take place as Ciel was stuck in twst in my previous au but since I mentioned dorm leaders there it couldn't be really done...Rip

A twisted path ✨

~ Black butler x twisted wonderland ~

Feat : Mey-Rin , Bard & Finnian

Poor trio stay away in shock of not only his unexpectedly loud shout but also...eh...his appearance .  Are they wrong or does this guy really look similar to master Ciel...?

Coming conscious still with his eyes closed , he hears some sounds around him:" He dead ?-""No I don't think he is, his chest is still moving" "Anyway what's this body doing hear at Phantomhive's mansion? If he's been stabbed or something it's going to be troublesome," "Na I guess this dude's just been really drunk y'all. Also...what's with the clothes ? Could it be that he's somewhat of an actor from nearby theaters ?" "Aye? Since when are the designs this messed up...- I guess we'd better get rid of it before mister Sebastian returns, maybe burry hi-"

Riddle freaks out as he hears this idiots wanting to burry him alive and immediately wakes up screaming at them to stay away.

Riddle on the other hand gazes upon what he just faced: a red haired haired maiden wearing a pair of glasses, a yellow haired boy with green pupils and a rather buff man with a toothpick in his mouth staring at him. " Ah- He a'live ! Man ya gotcha be more careful with drinking," the buff man chuckles. Riddle suddenly feels highly unsafe: Who are these people? And where am I? He's read NRC's maps enough to know that such a building is surely not a part of it , come along it's weird people. Was he kidnapped while asleep...?He pulls up his staff and starts threatening them with it , wanting them to immediately introduce themselves and explain what he was doing here- wherever it was-

Finnian tries to calm him down with a soft smile and a friendly attitude, but Riddle is strong at his point: He wants answers.

When he sees them all trying to calm him down with no explanations he gets mad : "OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!"

...What ? Wait-maybe try again:"Off with your-Heads!" ...Why isn't it working? Riddle stays still, the magic collars have to be around their neck but- they are not...?? There must've been a mistake: " Off with your heads - Off with your HEADS - OFF WITH YOUR HEADS DAMN IT-"

Mey-Rin, Finnian and Bard stare at their angry guest shouting nonsense and getting as red as a tomato, what is wrong with this guy..?

Riddle is furious and confused , what's the matter ? Is his magic blocked the same as that time Beans day?  He doesn't know , and he doesn't like it

Riddle starts shouting at them asking what they've done to his magic and the poor guys just go...Huh ? Riddle keeps on getting redder and redder as if he's about to explode . He starts threatening them from reporting them to the head master to giving them to the official policies for kidnapping and neglecting his picture 

Finnian then decides that maybe it's better to leave him to mister Sebastian and so : Picking up a huge branch and a striking it to his head , savage

Riddle passes out immediately whoops- maybe Finnian should have been softer-

They stay there gazing upon their... masterpiece . Finnian might have even broken his skull - Good god , what should they do now ? They must wait until mister Sebastian arrives ; But where is he now ?

Feat : Suma & Agni

"Pssssssst- Agniii...I guess he finally woke u-" " M- my prince , y-you sure that it was a good idea too bring a total stranger out of nowhere to our home ? I'd greatly appreciate it if you be more ca-"

Argh...what is with all noises around him ? He's told Ruggie a million times not to let anyone in his room whole he's taking a nap even if it's gonna be the grim reaper ; what are these brats doing here?

Leona rambles under lips and with a push he's awake : " Oi , you'd better know that I don't like having my naps ruined,"

Suma gasps at the sight of him being finally awake and tries to offer his unwanted guest a welcome hug which Leona rejects- Poor Suma

Leona isn't yet realizing what actually is going on , from not knowing that this isn't his room to the fact that he's now at more than 100 years ago in a whole different world ; ironic

Leona orders them to take this annoying conversation out of his room just to face Agni's locked expression : "Your room...?"

Taking a better look , Leona finally gets that this probably isn't his room and these people surely aren't from NRC

Sounds get echoed through his brain and he feels a small ache inside it . He rubs his head ...why does everything feel so strange ? Something is different ... could it be that he's still sleepy or..? Wait a second - Why can't he shake his tail ?

He immediately looks back to see if he's sit on his own tail but faces a terrifying scene : There is no tail . Is it cut off ????

and a newer fact flashes his brain : There are no ears either . But then how can he still here the sounds ? "P-please don't be", he begs . His hands shake as he brings them up to touch both sides of his head ; wishing not to find what he is looking for . And they are ! Human ears !A mild shiver is sent down his neck and he rushes to the mirror on the other side of the room just to face this nightmare with his own two eyes

He stares at the mirror with his eyes wide open and mouth as if he is going to shout . No...

Oh...nevermind . He has to calm down ; it's nothing but another fancy dream . He'll soon wake up and these will be all gone . Leona tries closing his eyes and cursing , wanting to wake up to sanity when he opens them again

Surprise : Nothing's changes . Two crappy brats still staring at him . Agni is now a bit suspicious but Suma on the other hand is really motivated : " Ahh~! Sorry if it's strange to sleep in the streets and wake up in bed- I just saw you laying there in a death like slumber and couldn't help but to bring you along ! Also , haven't we met before ? I'm pretty sure that I've seen your face somewhere before... Don't you happen to be from India ? "

Agni is really stressed out and keeps warning the young boy : " My prince ! He's now all conscious and fine , then I'd lead him out of he-"

"Prince , huh ?" Leona wasn't ever really interested in visiting ally kingdoms back at his home town so he barely got to meet any other princes , hm but to think that this cherishing child is actually a prince...man , the world has really changed

But he has no time for such games now , he has to find Ruggie or anyone else who may lead him out this insanity and return him his ears and tail

He asks for where he is - else than Suma's mansion - and the answer doesn't really do any help either . Where on the bloody hell is London ? And if these people found him laying in the streets when the heck did he even get here ? Well , doesn't really matter now , but where is NRC ?

Suma and Agni probably don't know where NRC is and Dire Crowley ? Suma wonders if this guy was the one who fooled him to buy a sick elephant which died a week after in india , but Agni is sure that neither him nor his prince have ever met a single soul named this

Leona is getting more and more pissed off wasting time chatting with these idiots so he takes his way out , ignoring Suma's begs for him to stay for lunch at least

He freezes just at the second he opens the exit doors and gazes upon the streets : Horses? carriages ? 19th century's clothing ? How long have these people been stuck in this lack of technology?

He feels like he now really needs to make a phone call but searching his pockets he finds both of them empty...those brats stole my-

He was close to getting hit by a carriage when someone shouts at him with a : " OUT OF WAY YOU SON OF A-"

He is now ready to get in a fight but a sound cuts him off : " LEONAAAA HELLP-!!!!!!" , this extremely annoying sound...what the heck is he doing here and : WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL HAS HE DONE NOW !!!????

Feat : Lau & Ran-Mao

Business tip nu 1 : Always keep calm , even if you end up losing all your magic powers in the surface without the possibility of returning to your original form or knowing where in the damn world you are : K-e-e-p-c-a-l-m

Thankfully , Azul's dope nature avoids him from going crazy during his stay in this...non-Twisted wonderland world

He had heard of theories explaining the possibility of other world's existence ; countless ones indeed . But to end up in one of them without any preparations ? He wasn't planning on that

Well nevermind , that cannot be helped now . let's look for a better way

Lack of facility , cultural deprivation and severe corruption ; is this how humans are ? No wonder the sea witch called them Poor unfortunate souls...

Enough with these people , he must now ignore all other disadvantages and take a look into beneficial sides of it...If he has ended up here , in this world and into this spot of the city there must be something linked to magic nearby ; even if he's surrounded by all these foolish people who haven't ever even seen real magic by their own eyes

Just as he's looking around , something catches his attention : a strange smell . Thanks to his family he's pretty good at following smells to their source and knowing what exactly they are : it's the pungent smell of Opium

He follows the smoke to its source and arrives to a bunch of stares going underground . A board is place next to the stares with something written on it :  Opium Den

Azul isn't one to believe in superstitions but he is sometimes interested to take ambitious  steps ; life sometimes brings you worthy surprises

Entering the shop , someone slightly grabs his arm . He turns his head to face a young, beautiful lady pulling his sleeve softly , eyes empty of any emotions . Without saying a word , Ran-Mao grabs his hat and coat and Azul thanks her , seems like he took the right path

His vision got a bit blurred as must of the air is filled with smoke , not that he isn't used to such atmospheres

" Why welcome to my place , sir . How may we service you today~ ? " a sound says from other side of the room . Azul turns back to face the source of all these smoke holding that young lady from before close , could she be her right arm woman or something ? She seems pretty obedient for one , which is nice

Azul introduces himself and takes a seat . He isn't going to get to his main point at the very first seconds ; he needs to make sure that he's come to the right person . He introduces himself as a businessman from a far away city , came to explore more of business tactics here in London . He offers Lau a small chat toward that , wanting him to give him more information on business if possible and return , he'd be given similar information about Azul's home town

While being considerably great at it , Lau isn't really interested in wasting time talking about business , all he ever cares in some sort of entertainment in whatever he does . Still , he agrees of playing this fake role for a short time . Although he knows that Azul isn't here for this either...

A few minutes pass and they both know that Azul doesn't really care to know how much a pork costs and either is Lau , so takes a serious step himself : " I see you're a man of business , Mr . Azul . I wonder what I you may be able to offer me in return ," Azul clarifies that he would get interesting information if he gives Azul good ones ; everything is clear and equal . "Then , I'm afraid that I've got not much to offer ," Lau sighs , but a small smirks appears of his lips : "But what would you say about some tea ? And maybe a small talk ? "

Lau isn't like others out there and that's pretty recognizable to Azul , but it doesn't make him the right person to trust either . He is continuing this conversation in hope of Lau leading him to the right person he is looking for , someone worthy of a greater contract . Lau lets out a sad sigh feeling sorry that he can't do much help , but he knows that who may do : A well-known friend , serving years working as a right arm man . Talented , well cultured , big on all issues including business : "I'm sure that you'll like him ,"

Well perhaps this thing's starting to work out for him : " Then by all means , lead me to this mister you speak of , Mr. Lau~" "With all pleasure . Bring him his coat and hat , sister " , Lau orders . Pleasure is always his first priority , but nothing would ever break rules of a contract ; He gives , he receives . Even taking him to Sebastian is counted but , he's already thought of that . This young man seems quite entertaining and when he first stepped into his shop Lau was expecting him , a spacial guest

Lau doesn't really care about superstitions , but still enjoys his ambitious steps  . This guy had came to him just as expected and now , something about him tells Lau that getting him to Sebastian will bring him as well newer faces to meet...what an entertaining day it would be

Feat : Tanaka

Jamil is... about to lose his mind . Caught in a whole other world without a meaningful explanation of how he ended up here or why . Magic doesn't work and there is no certain way to scape this situation and make a return to NRC . But the worst thing about it remained certain : He is caught with Kalim

Why in the bloody hell does he always have to be hooked up with Kalim ? Parents forced him into it at childhood , headmaster orders to it at school and now , the world suddenly decides to abandon him together with Kalim ? If it's joke , that's a pretty lame one . Why does he have to live in the shadows of Kalim being the unworthy dorm leader ?

Now lost in the streets , not knowing where to go or who to contact , what a wonderful way to start a day

Kalim isn't liking it at all : dirty streets , loud and short tempered people , street fight and drunk men everywhere , the smell of death filling the air , this is horrible . Kalim is well aware of poverty and deprivation lasting for so long and even remaining until the very present day , but traveling back in time and space to face one of the most terrifying levels of it just isn't his thing . He feels sorry and odd at the same time : Is this how life behind of the walls of his royal castle looked like ? He wishes he could help it . He probably could if he was any linked to NRC right now

He keeps on telling Jamil how poor they look and wonder if there is a way to help...The world Kalim knows has elegant and colorful nights and days but this world...was all caught in a dead gray mist

Jamil doesn't say a word because he doesn't want to listen , Kalim can keep on daydreaming but he has to find a way back a.s.a.p . They can't leave Scarabia just on their own and everyone (including Kalim's Dad) must be really stressed out by now . He continues to look , but there isn't really anything helpful around them . People yelling at each other and smoking the shit out of themselves . Young ladies flirting as young men offer them a carriage ride and tourists staring at each and every building like they hadn't ever seen a place to live inside as if they've been living in a cave so far , huh

Jamil can no longer take it next to Kalim and eventually goes feral : " WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP !!?" He has no control over his words now , he's nervous , furious and freaked out . If he were to compare his mood to something similar he'd say the time he overblotted , just that he had his magic back then

Now Kalim as well gets into a fight with him . What the hell does this have to do with him ? Jamil has to calm down and be realistic unless they'll never find a way out ! Jamil states that if he grew up just enough to realize how terrible their current situation is , he would've had something better to do than showing mercy over some bunches of street rats

The two of them keep on arguing until someone cuts them of : " Hohoho young men ! What's with all these loud sounds ?"

They stop and turn back to face the source of this old , chill voice . Facing a tall , old man dressed in all black clothes which high-leveled servants would wear and a monocle , giving them a soft , calm smile

" Aa- nevermind grandps ! It wasn't like it seemed we were just talking ! Right Jamily ? " he says , putting a hand on Jamil's shoulder and giving a big , wide smile . "H-hey... don't call me that..." , Jamil doesn't like Kalim acting this chill ; but it is embarrassing to see that they actually called attention

"Hoho , better . Now tell me young men , could it be that you have a trouble ? You look awfully down ," Tanaka asks ; sounding just like a grandfather guiding his grandchildren

Kalim takes a look at Jamil , wondering if it's right to do what he's thinking of and Jamil in return , nods as a yes " Well sir , there you see we actually don't belong here yet to another-" Jamil cuts him off before he could mess the whole thing up : " -Another state , indeed ! We came here for some sort of a business trip and were supposed to be on our way back home by now but sadly , ran into thieves . Our families must be really worried for now and I doubt them being sure of us being hooked up here . We lost everything and have no way to contact anyone we know... only if someone nice enough could be found to help us with it right now ," Jamil dropped his head , trying to act as natural as possible . Kalim wants to remind him that this isn't right to lie someone who is trying to help them yet he wonders if he should let Jamil take care of this now , after all he was much of a worthier leader than him to be honest...

" That's so sad to hear dear boy , I'm sure that young master as well would've been really frustrated if he were here ," Tanaka replies . Oh ? Young master ?  Jamil is now interested . Wherever this man came from , it can't be somewhere cheap , Jamil could tell . Leading them to a mightier source would be a better thing than just laying in the streets waiting for some miracle to save them right ? " Young master , you say ? " Kalim asks . " On the second thought , how about me introducing you to my master ? You're not much older than him I suppose , he as well needs to have more friends like you good men  ," Tanaka says with a sweet smile . " That'll be so nice of you um , Mr...? " Jamil asks " Tanaka is fine young boys . And you? "  " Jamil Viper ," " Kalim al Asim ! Glad to meet you Tanaka sir ! " Kalim says , bringing his hand for Tanaka to shake . Tanaka shakes hands with both of them and Jamil decides to make the process a bit faster : " I look forward to meeting this young master you say , Mr. Tanaka . It's always great to meet more men of culture ," Jamil sneakers . " Then by all means , follow me young men ," Tanaka says . With a sound of pop and some smoke , the tall man shrinks into a chibi version : " Ho , ho , ho ," " What the-!!!" Kalim panicks , no magic and yet this dude can shrink all of a sudden huh ?

" Ho ho," chibi Tanaka says before turning back and going to another direction . " I guess we should follow him," Jamil says . Kalim agrees and then , they're both following the chibi old man to the Phantomhive's mansion . Unaware of the two eyes watching them all this time : " Hihihi ~ they're quite interesting ,"

Feat : Grell Sutcliff & Ronald Knox

"Come oooon Ronald~ Shake your lazy ass and bring her along already..." " Oi senpai , that's mean ! This one's quite heavy-" "JUST SHUT UP AND DO THAT ! Don't you know it's rude to question ladies too much ? " " F-fine then , but at least give me a hand ! Have you even checked if she's dead !? " Heavy ? Dead ? She...? Vil isn't born to be disrespected like this . AND NOT A SINGLE SOUL GETS TO PULL HIM BY LEG WHEN HE'S ASLEEP

Vil immediately starts shouting at the Blondie , threating him that he'll regret it if he doesn't let go of him now . Ronald and Grell almost have a heart attack at Vil's chicken like screech which makes them jump

Vil snads up and glares at the two shinigamis : A really ugly female like one all dressed in red and a small blondie brat which looks like...eh..Azul ? Well nevermind ; doesn't matter now

What should he begin with ? Where he is ? Who these potatoes are and how they didn't recognize him being the leader of Pomefiore ? How perky they were to move him while asleep like this and ruin fabric of his overly expensive unforms ? Too many things to do

" Ah you're too loud ! My ears...Such an unexpected shout to hear from a man this hot I'd say..." Grell giggles . Vil's eyes widen , well of course he is beautiful but to be praised like that ? Ew , this is more of a insult ...

Vil decides to ignore Grell and get to the main point : Who they were and what they wanted . Grell smirks before preparing to give a 5 hour long opera show of shinigamis' romance but Ronald locks him on that point : They are shinigamis , they collect souls of the death , they had grabbed Vil because he looked a bit like the woman they were just going to collect yet didn't pay enough of attention to notice that they made a mistake , so they can all leave since they've got nothing to do with each other

Just before Ronald could get away Vil grabs him by collar , asking where they've brought him to . Grell clears that they just moved him by 30-40 meters from where they found him so it can't be really counted as bringing him to somewhere . Vil refuses to believe , wherever he is , it's way further than Pomefiore dorm or even NRC's accessable area ; that can't be . Vil threatens them one more time : " You refuse to tell , you'll end up dealing with the headmaster ," Grell and Ronald probably don't know who the headmaster is but Grell tries to take advantage : "Aaa? Is he one into punishing type ?" Vil is slowly getting annoyed by how weird this red one sounds to him ; To be honest he acts like an impatient porn star or something...

That's it , he's calling Crowley but uh , where is his phone ? Did he lose it ? Impossible . He'll never forget such an important thing to bring along ... Did these brats dare to steal his pockets....!? Vil asks them to give his phone and wallet back : now " Sir , you may like to know that human money brings no good for us and also , I'm afraid that I don't really know what you may mean by phone? " Ronald mumbles (Remember that phone isn't yet invited at their time ). Why don't this guy just let them go take care of their business ?

Vil hates it when people dare opposing him and doesn't ever take that lightly...who do these two think they are ? " Where is Night Raven College , answer or you'll face unpleasant consequences..." Is Vil challenging Grell ? Then Grell's more than ready to see what this human may have up his slave to speak to a shinigami like this : " And what may the consequences be...?" Vil gets tired , a small spell and this red ass bitch would be nothing but a toad , " I tried to warn you , you should've listened..."

Ahem , hello ? Magic ? Why isn't it working ? " Pffffffftttt- Lmao are you high or something man ? You just woke up !You'll be a great actor though I swear- You can drown in all that nonsense ," Grell laughs . " Well then hottie , I'm afraid we've got to go , see you when it's your time ~ " Grell turns to leave but Vil grabs him by collar . No one is leaving until they explain what the actual heck is going on : this place , the magic , everything

Grell on the other hand enjoyed flirting , but can't take being acted to like this . He pushes Vil back and gives him a psychotic smile , bringing up his chainsaw : " Wouldn't it be amazing if I cut those rushy tongue of yours at once ? fewer words , more of a male charm ," "Oh ?" magic may not work here , but they're not all Vil has got , he can still give this bitch guy a lesson without them : " Oi you two , this isn't really gonna workout-" Ronald mumbles but it's too late now -

Feat : Undertaker

At least he wakes up to a more suitable scene , or it seems so - His body couldn't move freely inside of this cage-like space . Is this a cuffin...? He has experience with them from his freshman year but to end up in one of them again ? Could it be that Crowley is planning on another fancy event like their first time ? Boy , he didn't like it anyway . He knocks the door trying to open it but if seems too heavy to be moved . Damnit- , he hears footsteps from the outside : " Someone there ? Why can't I open this ??" A sudden screech from out and the door slides open : " Ah thank yoUWAHAAAA- !!" Idia screams at the sight of the creepy stranger's smile at him ; he wasn't expecting this . Also , this place doesn't look like the mirror hall ? Who is this guy and where is this place ??

" Hihihi you weren't that dead I see , why waking up so soon though~ ?" , Undertaker giggles in his playful tone . Idia needs too many things to be explained to him but he just doesn't have the time , Crewel will burn him in acid if he gets any late for his class again and he doesn't care how weird his current situation is , he has to go

He gets out of the coffin and rushes to the door but Undertaker stops him there telling him not to show up out there so carelessly , which clearly confuses Idia . " Your hair...It is quite fascinating that curses remain strong even as magic gets blocked..." Undertaker adds . Idia is used to people judging him for his family misfortune but this one seemed quite...odd . He decides to ignore it and leave

" ~ Okies then I warned you , but you'll end up needing a real cuffin in a few minutes pwahahaaa-" , Undertaker burts into laughter and Idia leaves

" creepy ass old ma-" , Idia nags slowly before freezing as someone screams really-loudly right into his ears " HAIR ON FIRE , HIS HAIR IS ON FIRE !!" Before Idia can notice what is going on he's gained tens of gazes to himself , why are these guys all dressed so strangely...

" M-mummy is that a monster ? I'm scared..." " Stay away from our children you hellish creature ! " Idia freezes , critiques coming one after one : Demon , monster , Satan , Death . One option left : Run

Idia now has to run for his life , this world just isn't his thing : not at all . Even if it weren't because of being chased by a group of angry humans , do you think that he could last for even one day in this old fashioned zone ? No technology , no phones , no robots , no gummy bears , no wifi- He'd read about how different the world was before the invention of media and couldn't explain how thankful he was to never have to handle a second in the past world because he wouldn't last there for more than an hour- well he wasn't right about never ending up there but , he was 100% right about not lasting for more than an hour

Now there , he is running like he never has , begging his feet to help him this time out of any other time . Angry people screaming and bringing fire and weapons to destroy the evil

He tries to contact any possible source for help but : No magic - no internet . RIP Idia

Meanwhile Undertaker is chilling at his shop , his mind running over the cursed boy and now listening to the sound of the frightened people because of him , how pathetic , If only he had agreed to hide his hair through a safer way...sigh he should have listened to advises coming from someone who has been living within humans for years by hiding his identity as a shinigami as as his eyes... " My my , humans aren't the only fragile creatures I see..." creation can seem disturbing to him sometimes , and that's the best part with it

Back to Idia , he is slowly running out of breath . Well maybe this is the point where he has to give up ? He has long lived as a loser , bastard , procrastinator and wasted almost each and every second of his life ; well perhaps except Ortho , that was a nice work of him . Wish he was here too say goodbye .  He isn't sure if his prayers would be accepted or not but it won't hurt trying : " Good gods who're told to be somewhere up there , I know that I wasn't best that I could be and I won't try to excuse my sins ; just please let it end fast, Ame- " he forgets his prayers as his guardian angel is standing just a few meters away from him ; oh have gods sent an identical twin - human version of Leona for him to be saved ? Well whatever now , he has no time if he's the original furry or not : "LEONAAAA HELLP-!!!!!!"

And yes , he is the original one ! He curses as he sees the population after Idia , what the hell is wrong with this world ? Idia hides behind his back and Leona tries to take control before they end up burning the two of them together : " You people , chill ," " Why you defending that creature ? He a a misfortune ! A demon !" others shout at this words in agreement . Leona laughs it off . He says that Idia is way too dumb for a demon and even if he is one , he's the type to scream his ass off when someone says "hi" . Idia doesn't know if Leona's defending him or not but he doesn't dare saying a word . Leona seems too busy dealing with the crowd and slowly , the argument topic switches from Idia to Leona ; who isn't afraid of punching some faces . The argument slowly takes over and no one (even Leona) realizes Idia sneaking into an alley saving his life . He feels a bit guilty for leaving Leona on his own but he'll be fine , hopefully

Thankfully the alley is deserted and he finally lays down to catch his breath , still panting heavily . He almost got killed today and can't get over it , but things were getting a bit comforting : "Meow~" several cats show up from the corners and Idia puts on a small smile . A white kittens comes closer and allows Idia to touch and comfort him . Idia wonders , how does their lives as a cat here feels ? do they as well get as scared as he was just now?  . A few minutes later when Idia -and his cats- were chilling someone steps closer to them  . Before Idia gets to run away , a tall , black and familiar face shows up and gives him a pretty calm smirk : " My my , I see you as well adore cats, could it be some part of our hellish natures ?"

"...J-Jade...?"

Feat : Ciel Phantomhive & Sebastian Michaelis

Let us be honest , it isn't going to be that bad for him , is it ? His current lifestyle at Valley of the thorns is nothing less than London's late 19th century , just maybe it had more of a natural theme . Well , no technology can be good news since he never really get used to it after all . London's atmosphere as well seem to be just his thing : Sometimes savage but calm , filled with tea parties and great ceremonies , an interesting back ground toward the royal family and in summary , Malleus's ideal theme

Well maybe except some things : 1) HORNS-ARE-GONE . His family treasure , the great heritage that proved him coming from the all great and respected Draconia family , now is gone 2) No need to mention that there is no sight of his fairy ears either- 3) Having his magic lost in this unknown world , he is now nothing different from a fragile human being , just as weak , just as empty , just as disgusting . Oh but our prince isn't totally left on his own here...

Unexpectedly , Phantomhive's mansion is serving a mysterious guest today , even though Ciel was against letting strangers inside the house . Sebastian insisted on being aware of the importance of hospitality as the Queen's watch dog , specially with special guests

Everything seems odd to Malleus , this world , this time , this people and...this master and butler . He is no fool , not even the foolishest of these humans would treat and cater strangers without wanting something in return , therefore he needs to keep his guard up . They shouldn't be aware of his actual identity even if they look deprived of any magic

Ciel is feeling awfully uncomfortable , who is this man ? And what the heck about him might have caught Sebastian's eyes ? This greedy demon wouldn't easily be impressed , so what could it be ?

Sebastian insists that it's how he should learn to treat everyone else if he's willing to be well remembered after death ; he pronounces the last word in a pretty deep , dark tone . Making it clear that how he'll finally die in a sarcastic way which teased Ciel

He decides not to have any argues with Sebastian on that point since he can act pretty cocky with stuff he gets stubborn over , so let's see what he's hiding up in sleeve this time . Though Ciel is suspicious of other stuff as well , this Mr... -whatever he is since he doesn't give them a name- looks like a pale - greenish version of Sebastian . Could he be another demon..?

Malleus refuses to give them a name due to possible risks , yet he has to admit that he's being taken care of properly . The room he's given isn't as big as the one in his castle , but is still considerable for something a stranger would be given . Other than that , anyone else he's met here so far seemed to be pretty chill , oh except this tiny child with a blindfold and he gets to be called young master ? He has to admit that he's impressed . To be in control of all this property when you aren't yet even tall enough to pick your favorite book from the shelf on your own

And there is another guy who is really...how to explain , is it some feeling of deja Vu or he really does look like Silver ? The guy is always talking to the snakes just as Silver talks to the birds and animals . If it weren't because of difference in eye color , perhaps Malleus wouldn't believe that he wasn't Sliver himself . " Your stay won't last much longer master , your friends are on their way here , says Donne ," Snake tells him . Malleus doesn't really know how to feel about him but his words comfort him for some reason...

Ciel says that he needs to check on the trio since they've been calling him all day so he heads to the front yard , leaving Sebastian and Malleus alone

Sebastian offers him some tea and Malleus of course sees no reason to refuse . Sebastian doesn't sit beside him because it's arrogant of servants to sit beside the guests , so he remains stood up . He doesn't bother starting a conversation with Malleus and he does know how to get him to speak . Malleus doesn't mind answering to...some of his questions . How he likes it here in London , if he needs anything else during his stay , but the last question made his eyes widen : Does he do feel any uncomfortable under the terms of not being able to use his powers ?

Malleus doesn't answer , he pretends that he didn't hear him and stares at the window . He is hoping it to help him ignore Sebastian , but what he sees isn't any better :  Isn't that... Rosehearts laying there...??

Malleus has to go , not only because of getting rid of Sebastian at this point but to also check on his ally if he's alright or not :  Did the butler know he too was here all the time ?

Sebastian just knows what was going on in his mind and wants  better answers . Malleus stands up to leave but Sebastian takes grabs his arm before he could do anything : " No need to rush . We still have a lot to talk about , Mr. Draconia ,"

♦♥♠♣

Note for Idia's part : I was actually planning on Idea having his hair as well gone because , well , no magic no hair ? But that seemed too unfair for him lol

[missskzbiased]

The Hare and The Tortoise (Pt.2)

Genre: Suggestive, Mature/Smut, Oneshot, A little bit of Fluff

Pairing: Changbin x Reader x Han   [Feat. Jeongin but not sexually]

Word Count: ~5,6K

Female lead

TW: Pet name (Love/Princess), Dom!Idol (?), Sub!Reader (?), Exhibitionism, Dirty talking, Humiliation, Orgasm denying/edging, Public Place, Poli relationship

Notes: Well, I wasn’t planing on writing a part 2 but @spearb1108 suggested it and few days later my mind was like SHOOT, so there it is. You don’t need to read the (Pt 1) but it is here anyway haha

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    You couldn’t believe your own eyes.

    “I told you so” You looked at your boyfriend, his cocky smirk pissing you off immediately.

    Changbin gave you his knowing look, the kind of expression that pissed you in your daily life and made you want to wipe his bloody smirk off of his pretty face. Of course, you wouldn’t say this out loud but that same look could make your knees give out on spot as soon as he laid his hands on you… Sometimes he didn’t even need his hand, just the look, which, as humiliating as it was, made you beg for too many things inside and outside your bedroom in the past month.

   “Okay, Binnie, We all know I’m a slow bitch” Jisung whined, rolling his eyes as he reached you two “I don’t complain about you being tiny every time now, do I?” He mocked, smirking at his friend. Although Changbin always teased Han for walking behind, the youngest didn’t mind it, claiming that you can only fully enjoy some things in life when you take it slow. Just like the curve of that fine ass here, He liked to say before slapping your fine ass and grasping it, making Changbin roll his eyes every time, even though he knew what was coming.

   Changbin and Han were good friends and teammates, which made both of them quite childish with each other, a bunch of jokes and teasing going around even before the three of you began to date. So now that they weren’t just friends anymore, they were also your boyfriends, they decided to constantly compete with each other to get your attention, even though you gave much more than your attention to both of them repeatedly.

   “Guys, you’re ignoring our problem here” You reminded them, gesturing to the long line just in front of you “We have like… Fifteen minutes to get our tickets, and I don’t know what you think but I think we’re screwed” You sighed, both of them rested their hands on your shoulder, squeezing it gently “I wanted to watch this so much” You pouted, looking devasted to the line, knowing you would never do this on time.

    Or would you?

   “Y/N?” Someone chirped from behind you, making you turn your head. You beamed, mouth agape when you saw Jeongin right in front of you, his foxy features were as cute as you remembered them “I can’t believe it! It’s been so long!” He opened his arms for you, and you ran to him, giving him a tight hug as he spun you around, both of you laughing.

   “Oh my god! It has been ages!” You squealed as he finally let your feet on the ground, his hold firm on your waist “You’re taller now!” You chuckled, noticing your head were on the level of his shoulder when it used to be at his nose, your head tilting back to take a good look at him “Anyway, what are you doing here?! How is college?” He scoffed as you patted his arms and shoulders, like an aunt that didn’t see her nephew for weeks, inspective.

   “Well, College is standing right there, just as the architects and engineers planned” He joked, making you laugh “I’m kidding, It’s been good… I’m almost graduating my ass, thank god! I can’t stand being there anymore, I swear!” He let you go with a smile, a sigh leaving his lips before a mischievous smirk got on it “At least if you were still there with me… I miss my veteran!” You snorted at his whining, the back of his hand going to his forehead in a dramatic motion before he opened one of his eyes, checking your reaction “Anyway, how about you? What are you doing here?” He raised his brows, curious.

   “I think you can guess that alone” You spread your arms open while chuckling, swiveling to gesture to your surroundings, a Movie Theater, until your hand bumped onto someone. You turned around ready to apologize but it was just Changbin and Han, standing straight up behind you, their eyes evaluating your friend “We came here to watch a movie but one of us was too slow” You eyed Han, who didn’t even spare a glance at you, focused on Jeongin “And we will have to watch something else” You wailed.

   “Oh, it’s nice to meet you” He said with a warm smile, extending his hand to shake both of theirs. They were kind enough to shake it back, polite smiles on their faces, no signs of jealousy nor hostility towards the younger one “Are you her friend?” He asked curiously, making you panic.

   You weren’t prepared to let anyone know you had two boyfriends, afraid of the judgment.

   “No, actually we are her b—“ You interrupted Han quickly, your heart thumping on your chest like a drum.

   “No, They’re my best friends!” You laughed awkwardly, getting a laugh from Jeongin too, oblivious to what you had put yourself into.

   You could feel both of them tensing by your side.

   You turned your head around, checking their features, just to see a stern Changbin, eyes cold and sharp, refusing to look at you right now, and a louring Han, hurt painting his eyes as he looked straight into yours, questioningly. You sent them an apologetic smile, your eyes pleading for their understanding but neither of them seemed to buy your apologies, a scoff slipping through their lips at the same time.

   “Well, since I like you and they are your friends… I think I can help you out, what do you think?” Jeongin grinned at you, gesturing to the back door before wiggling his eyebrows. You could only beam, your eyes twinkled as you grabbed his arm, hopeful “I don’t work here for nothing” He snorted, not even waiting for your answer, as your reaction made it pretty clear, heading to the back door while you were telling him which movie you wanted to watch.

   “Let’s go to the last seat, the farthest from the screen” You could almost feel the smugness that gushed from his lips, his eyes buried into yours, mocking you silently, as he let an obnoxious smile find its way to his face “Is that okay, Jeongin?” He sneered, even though the younger one didn’t catch onto it, smiling as he agreed, confessing he liked those seats too.

  The movie had already started when you arrived, so the three of you thanked Jeongin silently, making your way upstairs as you eyed the place, noticing there wasn’t a lot of people to watch it, probably due to the fact it had been in theaters for quite a while now.

   The back seats were completely empty.

   Not a soul to be seen around.

   You were screwed.

   Changbin made his way first, sitting down and lifting his chin to watch you as you sat beside him, Han sitting next to you. You felt trapped. You pretended to be calm, fixing your eyes on the screen and paying attention to the movie, ignoring the glimpse of both of your boyfriends leering at you in your peripheral vision.

  “So… Best friends, hm?” Changbin leaned your way nonchalantly, voice down to a whisper as he looked at you. You did your best to not look back, a shiver running down your spine “Interesting way to call someone that fucks you every day” He spat, and you closed your eyes, breathing deeply.

  There was no way in hell he would let it go.

  “Yeah… Last time I checked, the only name she could call me was Sir” Han added, his tone mimicking Changbin’s, both of them were malicious, scorn dripping like venom from their mouths.

   It turned you on.

   Han let his hand fall to your thigh, hands trailing painfully slowly under your skirt, meeting your clothed core for a brief second before pulling away. You tightened your lips, pressing your thighs together, still refusing to look at them, hopeful that if you didn’t acknowledge your mistake, they would let it go eventually.  

  You were wrong.

  “You’re a brat” Jisung spat, his voice low and husky, it felt like the sound could dig its nail on your nape, your body stiffened “Didn’t I explicitly ordered you to come without it?” His hand trailed to your skirt again, finger hooking your underwear and pulling it upwards, the fabric rubbing against your clit. He held it like this for a while, expecting your answer.

  “W-What? You didn’t ask me this” Your eyes shot to him, dumbfound, body twitching when he pulled it a little harder. You should have known better than to answer like this. Changbin’s hand darted to your chin, holding it firmly as he guided you to look at him, contempt all over his features.

  “You’re right, he didn’t ask, he ordered it” He pulled your face closer, eyes focused on your lips before resuming to your eyes “That mouth of yours… Where are you learning to talk back like this, Love? Aren’t you tired to get punished every single time?” He looked at you disappointed, a sigh leaving his lips as he let go of your chin.

   “She likes to get punished because she’s a whore” Han’s lips hovered over your left ear, his voice raspy and mean, the soft graze on your earlobe enough to make you squirm “I think we’re not fucking her enough, Binnie… She can’t even remember my name” he bit your earlobe softly, pulling it with his teeth briefly before letting it go, tensing your body right away, the need to be touched by them increasing by the second “Or maybe we’re fucking her too much… She can’t even remember my orders” He taunted, his hot breath teasing the helix of your ear “Are you saying I didn’t send you a message about this, Princess?”

   Oh? Was that what he was talking about? Of course, you remembered the message just fine. It was a simple statement of how much he wanted you to get rid of your underwear and go out with him, so he could take you there and then, making you cum in front of everyone and claim you as his. You remembered far too well how you answered with a wink emoji and a silent promise that you both would do it someday.

   A day he didn’t settle yet.

   “We didn’t… We didn’t decide when we…” You babbled, trying to reasoning but he cut you off by pulling your panties harder, moving it side to side so it would flicker your clit. You let out a gasp, surprised by the motion, shutting your eyes, hoping you could control your voice today.

  “Oh no, Love…” Changbin pitied mockingly, leaning closer to your ear, letting his breath fan over there for a second before he let a soft kiss on your temple “You were so excited to watch this movie… Keep your eyes on the screen” His tone was demanding and you opened your eyes right away, focusing them ahead, pressing your thighs together once more, grinding on your panties unwillingly, although the friction hit you deliciously, making you gulp down.

   “Take them off” Jisung ordered, letting go of your underwear, both of them retracted themselves, sitting straight up again. You looked around, just to check if someone was looking, and Changbin glared at you, a silent scold for averting your eyes from the screen. You lifted yourself just enough to take off the piece, letting it to your feet, which didn’t please Han, who took it off completely and rested it beside him “Now spread your legs” He demanded.

   You complied, hoping they would have mercy on you from now on.

   “Now she’s a good girl” Changbin scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval “You should know better, Love” He sighed, his hand caressing your thigh gently, an arousing contrast from his harsh tone “We knew you were a slut… But I never pictured you as a dumb slut like this” He grasped your thigh, watching your lips quivering, your arousal being impossible to hide at this pace.

   Worse than being humiliated by them was craving for it.

   Both Changbin and Jisung knew how you liked when they talked to you like this, when they ordered you around, gripped you, aroused you, teased you… That was the only thing they didn’t argue about. It was like they were set on teasing themselves all day long until they needed to tease you, so they acted like friendly brothers.

   Not a second later, Jisung’s hand slapped your thigh softly, startling you with the sound, your eyes roaming around the place again, just so both of them grasped your thighs as a silent warning you should be watching your movie. You swallowed dryly, eyes down to the screen again.

   Han was the patient one, so you weren’t surprised as he caressed your skin slowly, trailing the path to your heat with an insufferable rhythm that made you want to hold his hand and place it right on your cunt. Changbin on the other hand was impatient, and he used his grip on your leg to pull it to him, spreading you to whoever wanted to see it.

   “You have to take your time” Han tsked, caressing your skin right next to your outer labia, lingering there with a featherlike touch that made you arch your back, the contrasting feeling of the gentleness of his fingers and the roughness of your leg being tugged getting to your head “She likes it slow…” His lips found your neck, a soft kiss after another slowly drawing his path.

  You let your head fall to the side, giving him access to your skin, craving for his contact.

  “No… She likes it rough” Changbin corrected smugly, his hold on your leg tightening as his other hand scratched your inner thighs from your knees to your core, his fingers bristling over there, the brief touch being too much to take. You closed your eyes, drowning in the intoxicating feeling that knotted your stomach, just to have your chin grabbed again “Are you fucking deaf? Keep your eyes on the damn screen, Y/N” He buried his nose on the crook of your neck, rousing you.

   You didn’t know if you should tilt your head to Han’s side to give Changbin some space to work on you, or if you should stay still, getting off by the gentle sucks Han was giving to your neck.

   “S-Sorry, Master” You said quickly, panting, and you felt his smirk against your collarbone before he bit you. Han perked up to the name, breaking away from you as he looked at you with disappointment all over his face, pulling your leg to his lap, just like Changbin, spreading your legs fully apart.

  “What an ungrateful brat…” He sighed “Here I am being nothing but loving to you and you can’t even thank me… You just obey him, hm?” You tried to look at him but Changbin grip held you in place, so you just darted your eyes to Jisung, guilty.

  “Thank you, Sir” Your throat dried, voice sounding husky and needy, even to your ears. You couldn’t wait for what they were going to do, what they would submit you to. Jisung’s fingers teased your entrance, and it was like all the blood rushed there, your senses enhancing greatly.

   Maybe it was the blood pulsing down there or maybe it was the arousal that made you sensitive to everything but you could feel the cold air that filled the room kissing your folds, the strange sensation sending a shiver up to your neck, feeling like they were blowing softly at your insides, preparing you for what was going to come.

   If they didn’t tune it down it would be you.

   You could come undone at any moment now.  

   And they didn’t even touch you yet.

   “Look at this, she’s dripping” Jisung inserted two fingers at once, not even worried about how you would take it, knowing you could take them far too well. He wasn’t even surprised as his fingers slid easily into you, retracting them to show how they glistened against the weak lightning from the screen, his tongue darted to his lips unconsciously.  

   He scissored his fingers, a thin string of your juices connecting them, hanging in the air until it molded to his fingers again. Changbin let out a groan, eyes fixed on Jisung’s fingers, and you could feel how his grip on your leg was starving, his hand letting go of your chin to grab Han’s wrist, pulling it closer to your mouth, and you stuck out your tongue in unrequested obedience that made both of them grunt.

  “You’re so filthy” Changbin muttered under his breath, letting go of Han’s hand as the younger boy tapped your tongue with his fingers, a silent order that you complied eagerly, licking them hungrily, tongue embracing his digits “I won’t lie, Love… I wanted to taste you right now…” He whispered in your ear, tantalizing “… But you’re so dirty… So damn needy… That only a slut like you would get off from it” You twitched, his hand found its way to your core, fingers smearing all your cunt, spreading the wetness to all the corners he could reach.

   You let out a choked moan, muffled by Jisung’s fingers.

   “Do you want everyone to hear how lewd you are?” Han chuckled, taking his fingers out of your mouth to press them against your clit, staying still right there, waiting for you to buck your hips forward “I should make you earn it, Princess” He cooed, a pout on his lips, his eyes mocking your eagerness, even though you stood still like the good girl you needed them to acknowledge you were at this point “But you’re already so pitiful… Spread like that… Anyone could caught you right now, maybe that little friend of yours… Can you imagine how shocked he would get? Seeing you like the whore you really are? Expecting your best friends to fuck you instead of watching your movie like a good girl?” He punctuated each one of his arguments with an impossibly slow flick on your clit, the friction set you on fire.

    You held on to every string of strength and sanity you could gather inside you, eyes shutting, a vain attempt to regain your focus, to try to hold back as best as you could. Changbin’s raspy voice pulled you back from your bliss, his fingers moving inside you at a merciless pace, thrusting into you over and over again, the soft and lewd sounds of his ministrations getting the best of your mind.

   Their fingers were just like them.

   Jisung’s fingers were slender, beautiful and teasing just like him, also longer than Changbin’s fingers, and way too slower… Han took his time, torturing your senses, each circle he rubbed tightened the coil that was building up on you, ready to snap at any moment. Changbin’s fingers were short but thick, fast workers that liked to edge you relentlessly, abusing you like Han never could do. Still, the mix of their touches, slowness and fastness together, making you unable to distinguish what you felt, ripping your mind apart to the point you couldn’t even care if someone would see you like this, ruined.

   You couldn’t focus on anything else.

   “Open your eyes and watch the movie like a good girl, Love” He demanded “Han and I can’t watch it while taking care of you, can we? It’s the least you can do… Tell us what happened while we did you” His whispers sent shivers down your spine again, shivers that bumped into the pinch of your stomach, enough to trigger the beginning of your orgasm.

  You shot your hands to your mouth, muffling the moan that was bound to come.

   But it never did.

   Their hands stopped on their tracks, departing from you immediately, all the blissful sensations built up on you fading away like they were never there to begin with, just your clenching core, desperately trying to grasp something that wasn’t there anymore, as a reminder of what you had just lost.

   “First, you don’t use your hands to muffle your voice, Princess” Han threatened, lowering his voice to the point that you could come just from hearing it “Second, you want to watch this movie so much… How can we just make you lose it like this? We’re not that mean, are we? We’ll allow you to watch it as you wanted, and only then you’ll get to cum for us, okay?” His instructions were sickeningly sweet, the mockery hidden as sympathy that made you want to beg for it right now.

   You wanted to cum right now.

   You craved for it.

   And that was exactly why you kept your mouth shut.

   “Yes, Sir” You agreed, swallowing down any wishes you wanted to voice out, any remarks you would like to do, like the obviously bulge both of them held, that could fit right in your hands. They were louder than you, and you knew it, the urge to expose them lingered right there in the back of your mind, make them moan your name… And yet, you needed to cum later.

  So you stood there, legs apart, hands down, eyes focused on the screen.

  Wet like a fucking pool.

  “Good girl” Changbin praised, kissing your temple “You’re so good for us that it makes me want to fuck you right now and end your suffering, Love” He confessed, soft kisses trailing down to your neck and then to your collarbone, sucking the exposed skin lightly.

  “So do it” You risked, eyes unwavering ahead, trying to make some sense from the images displayed before you. You ignored the fluttering feeling inside your stomach, satisfied by the attention you were getting, the soft kisses making you melt inside and yearn for more. You ignored their chuckles, amused by your keenness, mocking you. Lastly, you ignored the dignity you wished you have on you, allowing the sudden rush of arousal to take over your body when they sneered at you.

  “That’s what you want? To be fucked here? Do you want poor Jeongin to come in and watch you cumming for us?” He pouted, teasing you with a feigned pity that enraged you. Was that so hard to just give you what you wanted?

  “I don’t give a fuck to Jeongin” You spat.

  “Watch your tone” He warned you, quirking his brow at your sudden snap. You scoffed, not once averting your eyes from the screen, smirking as you caught a glimpse of his uneasy frown, confused by your behavior.

  “I’m watching the movie right now, sorry” You scorned, a smug grimace taking over your features. Changbin laughed at the retort but Jisung didn’t seem to like it, his fingers buried in your thighs, warningly. When you heard him snort, you knew he was up to something. His fingers met your folds again, rubbing circles that quickly brought back your hunger.

  “Looks like someone has an admirer” You darted your eyes to where he pointed with his head, Changbin’s fingers resumed his previous motions, burying inside you immediately when he caught on with Han’s plan. You and Jeongin met eyes for a few seconds, He was standing right in the corner of the exit, several rows of seats blocking your body from his view, a shy wave on your way showed he was there just to see you.

   You kept a straight face.

   “Do you think he will risk it? Come here to talk to you?” Changbin spoke on your ear as if he was a friend gossiping with you. Jeongin certainly believed they were teasing you about his presence, the chuckles both of your boyfriends shared for an entirely different reason must have looked like a hint for him because he made mention to approach you, fully revealing himself from behind the corner “What is it?” He mocked you “She’s soaking, Han… I think our whore wants to be seen”

   You never heard Changbin sounding so damn sexy before.

   As Jeongin trailed his path upstairs, you could only hope they would let go of your legs, let you press them tightly, and act like you weren’t about to come at a public place like… You gulped down at the thought, trying your best not to roll your eyes back as you felt your high approaching quickly, bitting your lips to the point you felt an ironish taste in your mouth. As if God decided to spare you from further humiliation, some coworker of him appeared out the corner, tapping his shoulders and motioning to him, asking for help with something you couldn’t care less.

   Thank god!

   Your happiness faded away with your denied orgasm.

   Again.

   They retreated their hands, acting all innocent. You felt tears prickling your eyes, frustration washing over you, the urge to finish the job yourself, and send them to hell. You groaned, agitated, the holding on your thighs preventing you from pressing them to get any friction at all. They looked at you delighted by your struggle, smiling when they felt your squirm under their grip.

   The silence and the lack of touches made you grumpy, eyes buried into screen even though you couldn’t pay attention to it anymore. Every now and then they brushed their fingers over your skin, teased you for just a little bit, grasped your flesh but none of it was enough to edge you again. When the female lead started to run under the rain after a bunch of needless issues that could end her relationship and the male lead ran after her, you knew the movie was finally reaching its end, and so did Changbin and Jisung.

   You bit your lips as soon as they touched you again, ready to finally get your deserved release.

   Jisung flickered your clit slowly, giving each one of the strokes a featherlike pressure, making you buck your hips forwards, craving for him, while Changbin abused you without any mercy, his fingers curling to reach places you didn’t even know that needed to be touched, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You let your head fall back just to shot it up again, focusing on the screen, afraid they would retreat no.

   The motion didn’t go unnoticed to Changbin, who chuckled, fastening his ministrations.

   “Such a good girl for me” He praised, voice raspy against your jaw, before sucking your skin “I can’t wait to get home, Love… I want to hear your voice… I want you to call me Master… “ He punctuated every sentence with a new suck, trailing to your ear, a strangled moan leaving your lips, soft enough to go unnoticed “I want you to beg for me” He sucked on your earlobe, and you shut your eyes for a moment, mouth falling agape.

   “P-Please, fuck me, Master” You complied, his thrusts increasing, fingers scissoring you from inside, curling and grinding you “Ruin me, Master” You pleaded, tears finding their way to your eyes, blurring your vision. Changbin groaned next to you, hopefully as frustrated as you were earlier, which made you smile through your shivering, your high approaching at lightning speed.

   “Don’t use your hands, Princess” Han voiced hoarsely next to your ear as soon as he saw your hands raising to muffle your voice, clearly affected by your body quivering “I didn’t think you would handle it so well…” He admitted, kissing your jaw, just like Changbin had “Although you did talk back to me a few times…” When you felt his fingers threatening to leave, your eyes teared again.

    “Please, Sir, Please!” You hissed, the lowest you could be, desperate “Please, forgive me, Sir! I need it… I need to cum” You pleaded, glossy eyes unfocusing, your mind too far gone to care about your dignity anymore “Please, let me cum” You tried again, delighted when his finger pressed against you and flicked your clit eagerly, determined to get you off.

   You felt the coil in your stomach tightening quickly, arching your back as you felt the knot was ready to unravel, the pleasure clouding your mind. It was like steam was oozing out of each pore of your skin, the thin coat of sweat glistening your neck and chest even though the room was cold, which just added to the pot.    

“You’ve earned it, Princess… Cum for us” Jisung demanded, sucking your earlobe and that was it, you came undone.

 You couldn’t point out what it was.

 If it was the cold air blowing you, the husky voice of your boyfriends, the endearing sensation of them sucking lightly onto your earlobe, just like they would do to your clit if they could right now, the vehement thrusts of your boyfriend digits, the passionate stroke your other boyfriend gave to your clit… You didn’t even care.

  Your body jolted forward when your orgasm hit you violently, body shaking vigorously, hands shooting to the seat right in front of you, nails digging in it, trying to hold on for dear life. You pulled yourself forward, both of your boyfriends jolting with you to steady you, preventing you from falling, and buried your teeth in the headrest of the seat, muffling your voice, as their ministrations didn’t slow down by one bit.

  You heard them gasp before Changbin bit your shoulder lovingly and Jisung trailed your back with small kisses.

  You trembled uncontrollably, watching through your glossy eyes as the credits began to roll on the screen, blurred figures popped up from their seats, and you could only hope they didn’t look back, because there was no way you could pretend you weren’t cumming right now. They finally slowed down their motions, helping you ride out from your high, until they finally stopped, letting your mind collect itself.

  “I didn’t use my hands” You joked tiredly, feeling a string of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. You threw your body back to the seat, sighing relieved, a bright smile making its way to your face, even though you felt like a filthy bastard right now. You panted heavily, trying to recompose yourself, heart blowing into your chest, all the thrilling and risks of being caught finally filling your head “Holy shit, what have we done?” You widened your eyes.

  “That’s a little bit too late for that” Jisung laughed, picking up your underwear and wiping your cunt, making you whimper “Sorry, Princess” He smiled apologetic at you, fixing your skirt.

   “Can you walk?” Changbin asked worried, making you chuckle, as he helped you to get your feet on the ground, wobbling knees showing you that you couldn’t.

  “It’s a little bit too late for that” You teased, the bliss clouding any bad feelings you could have right now “I love you” You blurted out “Both of you” You added, getting as an answer soft kisses on our temple and then on your cheek.

   “We love you too” They said at the same time, resting their heads on your shoulder and holding your hands, rubbing small circles on them, before they brought it to place a gentle kiss on your knuckles. You giggled, amused by how both of them could be so sweet and so filthy at the same time. You three stood there, watching people leaving the room as you recomposed, your legs little by little regaining their strength.

   “I think I’m good now” You stated, holding your palm up for Han “Give me my underwear and let’s go home” You smiled but you got a scoff from him as he got up from his seat and extended his empty hand for you to take. You accepted it, confused, getting up and being followed by Changbin, who smirked at Han knowingly.

  “You won’t need it when we get home” He assured you slyly, making you blush “And I think a certain friend of yours may need it” You widened your eyes as he let the piece back, adorning your sticky seat, “So he can understand that this beautiful and sweet slut over here is taken by two incredible boyfriends there are more than enough to please her” He intertwining your fingers.

  Changbin copied his motions, guiding you through the stairs as your eyes darted back to the seat, completely embarrassed. Jisung followed you from behind, as usual, laughing as he saw Jeongin entering the room smiling, waving at you. You nodded at him, blushing, and averted your eyes, praying for god that you could never meet him ever again. He passed you, stopping in his tracks and turning back, voice unsure.

  “Hm… Do you want to go on a date someday?” You looked at him flabbergasted, mouth opening and closing as you couldn’t find anything to say. Jisung chuckled, giving him pity eyes before sighing.

   “She can’t… She’s dating” He informed, making the youngest shot his brows up, surprised “Sorry, buddy” He shrugged. You closed your eyes as the three of you went downstairs, heart thumping madly as you were afraid of him finding his gift before you could be away. Jisung walked slowly behind you and you could feel him turning once in a while until you and Changbin reached the corner of the exit, relief washing over you.

  “Holy shit” You heard him squeaking, taken aback, and you shrank as you kept walking.

  “I wish I could see his face” Changbin sighed, not embarrassed by one bit while you could only feel the dampness forming again between your thighs, praying it wouldn’t leak out from you before you got to the car.

 “See? You can only fully enjoy some things in life when you take it slow…” He joked, slapping your ass hardly “And if you really wanna know, it was priceless”