#tying my big red shoes as i type this

[c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s]

I saw this fan art a few months ago and wrote a whole ass fanfic about him lol drawn by @blackwhitefeatherart

He would absolutely love a satin dress on his gf.. like absolutely that’s his type.

Anyway! Here’s the ao3 link too

NSFW below the cut.

Suguru 🖤

Dinner with me tonight?

You

Sure, should I dress up?

Suguru 🖤

Yes 😉

Love you doll

Your boyfriend Geto Suguru had big plans to take you out to dinner but that was before you answered the door.

You were getting ready for the date and slipped on a satin red dress. Tying the lace up back so it fit your hips just right.

You slid your gold hoop earrings in and checked your hair, adjusting the clip in it as the door bell rang.

You hurried downstairs and opened the door.

Geto turned to you and his face turned to shock. Hands moving instinctually to your hips.

“Oh my god you are too much”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you leaned in for a quick kiss

He made you do a little spin so he could see you fully. Dragging his hand along the skin your dress was showing as you spun.

“Wow I don’t think we’ll be getting to dinner any time soon,” he joked. His lips pressed on yours softly his hands guiding you back to the wall of your hallway. Pushing your hips further back, he deepened the kiss one hand coming up to your neck and his thumb harshly pushing your chin up.

He hummed into your mouth with a grin spreading across his face.

“You’re definitely not leaving my sight this evening beautiful.” His eyes lingered on your face.

“Fine by me” you smirked in response.

Geto was beautiful. You took stock of your boyfriend as you walked out to his car, white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Black jeans and shoes. His tattoos snaking up his arms. You hadn’t been together long and his only somewhat familiar tattoos were making your eyes linger.

“Like what you see?” He teased.

“Maybe” you looked at him through your lashes.

Your stomach flipped as he opened your door and kissed the back of your hand.

You walked into the restaurant and he brought you up to a high top booth at the bar.

You slid in after him and his arm rested behind you on the booth. His fingers just ghosting your back.

You could feel a few women staring at Geto as you walked by and sat. Even now you could feel eyes on him making you suddenly possessive.

You scooted a little closer and let your hand move to his thigh.

Smiling at him sweetly, “everyone’s staring at you. Do you ever get used to it?”

“Yes” he said plainly.

He leaned into you and lowly said, “put on a show for them.”

A request and a question at the same time.

He kissed your neck slowly letting his lips ghost over your skin, making you heat up a little at the thought of people watching him do this to you.

You letting him do this in public.

The waiter approached and offered water, clearly intimidated by the display.

“Yes please” Geto straightened up. “And a bottle of white wine.”

Once the waiter walked away Geto grabbed your hand and moved it further up his thigh.

“If you’re going to claim me then do it.”

“Okay” was all you could manage and testing the boundaries you leaned in for a kiss. Letting your lips hover over his and then pressing your mouths together, full tongue on display for everyone.

Pulling back, “how was that?” you ask him

“Much better,” the end of his lips tugged up. You could feel how hard he was even though you weren’t touching him yet. Your hand was just close enough to feel the strain on his pants.

“We’re going to have to leave early if you keep that up.”

“Oh keep what up?” You pretended to not understand him.

Your finger started twirling a lock of his hair around.

He laughed darkly, “you’re going to get yourself into all sorts of trouble tonight beautiful. This is more entertaining than the night we met, and you know how that went.” He gave you a salacious grin.

Memories of him pounding into you while your face was pressed into his mattress.

The thought made you clench your thighs together and you could feel yourself get wet.

The wine was left on the table, opened and 2 glasses were poured.

Geto made sexy eyes at you that made you laugh after the waiter left.

Sipping from your wine you could still feel eyes on you and Geto. It’s not that you weren’t used to attention this was just a different level than usual.

He noticed you drift off and his hand brushed the hair off your shoulder and slid slowly around the back of your neck.

“You seem distant tonight. Are you okay?”

“Yeah I just need a few more drinks to get over people staring.”

“Let them, we’re beautiful if they want to stare let them.”

Oozing the false confidence your boyfriend lent you, you slid closer. “Let’s get our food to go. Please!”

“Okay” he looked down at you with a curious grin. “Anything for you”

His hand tipped your chin up and he placed a sweet kiss on your lips. His eyes hinted at more.

Geto had a really nice car and it always made you feel so luxurious riding in it. The cream leather under your back.

Teasingly Geto pushed the hem of your dress up and started sliding his hand up your thigh.

Your hand moves up to the nape of his neck and a sigh left your lips.

“Oh princess I’m just getting started with you tonight.” Without even looking at you he stated “you better not have plans tomorrow”

“Why?” You were a tad confused

Then his eyes glanced to yours

“Because I’m going to ruin you tonight”

You were soaking at that, thighs pressed together with getos hand still in between them.

“Oh someone is needy”

He tsked at you sliding his hand further up letting the tips of his fingers brush your panties.

He could feel the wetness coming from you and you couldn’t help but flush.

“That pretty cunt is going to be mine as soon as we walk in your door.”

His fingers dipped below your panties and his pinky finger started running the slick up and down.

“Suguru stop toying with me”

You didn’t mean it and he knew it. Pleased with himself he lightly kept brushing your sensitive folds.

Pulling up to your home, Geto opened the car door, a gentleman as always, even though his hands were just up your skirt the whole car ride home.

As your apartment door shut behind you, he pressed you greedily into the wall; his breath on your cheek.

“Now where were we my love?”

“Fuck” you wined and threw your head back. The ‘love’ rolling off his tongue made your stomach flutter.

“You really know how to tease me” he murmured into your ear.

“I know how to tease you?”

“Yes” he said plainly.

“No no, I didn’t just have my hands down your pants”

His hands cupped your ass.

“No but I’m about to change that” his eyes darkened.

His lips crashed into yours And his hands pulled your dress up at the hips.

His needy hands grabbing at your thighs, you know his fingers are going to bruise you. his lips move to your neck and he pants in your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow. This dress is never leaving your closet and you can only wear it when I say. I cannot have plans the day after you wearing this. Good god I’m going to ruin that pussy”

His hands were holding you up and his hips were rolling into yours your underwear drenched at his admission.

“Suguru please let me suck you”

“Oh my god you’re such a slut. Youre my little slut”

You wrapped your arms around his neck tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck

Your legs wrapping around his waist

He carried you up the stairs and into your bedroom. Not even making it to the bed he laid you out on the floor. Pushing your dress up to your waist again he ripped your underwear off breaking one side of the g string, tossing them aside carelessly.

“I’ll buy you 100 more just so I can rip them off you” he purred.

You were bracing yourself as he put his hands on you knees parting them so he could move between them. His hand slid up between your breasts and pushed you back on the floor.

His tongue began making obscene sounds against your clit. The tip of his tongue drug down to your entrance and made circles before it went inside you. Lapping up every bit of wetness you let out.

You let out an moan and start rocking your hips against his tongue desperate for friction. He reached around and rested an arm over you pinning you to the ground.

“Still so needy tonight”

You let out a whine.

He brought a finger to your entrance and just as he started to push in he pulled it out.

“I’m not sure if you want it enough. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“No please Geto I want it”

“Ohhh Geto is it?”

“No wait suguru please please I need it. I need you”

“Need me? Needy needy”

He plunged two fingers inside you all the way to the knuckle

Curling his fingers upward.

His muscled arm moved his fingers in and out at an unrelenting pace.

“Touch yourself”

Your hand did as it was told and circled your clit. The touch causing almost immediate release, your hips lifting off the floor and Sugurus fingers slowing. He brought his fingers up to his lips.

“I always forget how incredible you taste”

He placed a kiss to your lips softly, his hands snaking behind your back as they easily untied your dress straps.

Your fingers worked to undo the buttons of his shirt and push it off his shoulders.

His lips moving to your neck leaving a red spot that will definitely bruise tomorrow.

His hand grabbed the top of your dress and pulled it down exposing your chest.

His lips moved to your nipple sucking it into his mouth and nipping on it.

He stood up and removed his pants, you got to your knees and started teasing the tip of him.

“Can I?”

He grabbed your chin bringing you to his cock. At that you brought your hands up and took him in your mouth, running your tongue up and down the underside of him.

He threw his head back in absolute pleasure.

Taking him deeper in your mouth he hit the back of your throat causing you to gag.

Hearing you choke on him made him groan and he removed you from his cock.

“Lay back” he demanded.

He got to his knees and bunched your dress up around your waist.

He teased your clit with his tip,

“Are you going to scream for me love?”

“Yes”

“Good girl”

He slid inside you and could feel your walls clench around him.

“Fuck you feel so good”

“Fuck me” you said as a groan. A devilish grin reached across his face. He leaned down to kiss your lips and cooed, “With pleasure”

You got so wet at that. He pulled your bunched dress in his hand tight and began slamming into you, the dress acting as a handle m. Your body rising up to meet his.

Your chest bounced as he fucked you.

“God you’re so perfect. I can’t believe I get to have you like this”

His pace was fast and ruthless. It made you feel like the world was melting away. Your head spinning as he fucked you.

“Suguru I feel so full oh my god. Please come inside me”

His eyes met yours as his hips began to get sloppy. Pulling you tight against him using the dress his hips slammed into you as he came, keeping his hips pressed to you as hard as possible.

You could feel him releasing into you his cock pulsing. Suguru pulls out and presses his body to yours kissing you.

“Are you okay beautiful?”

You just smile and nod. Grabbing his face you pull him closer to you and whisper “I want you again, please Suguru I’m still turned on.”

Give me a minute please love and I’ll give you what you want.

He laid on the floor next to you catching his breath. You unzipped your dress at the side seam and started to shimmy out of it.

Geto rolls to his side slowly letting his fingers brush your body.

His hands appreciating every curve of you, fingers tracing the underside of your boob. And tracing the indent at the center of your body down to your cunt.

Teasingly he ghosted his fingers down your legs and up to your center letting his fingers tips linger at the spot where your legs met your hips.

You rolled to your back and let your legs drop open for him allowing him better access to what you wanted.

“Fuck suguru you’re incredible”

You leaned your head to the side and begged “please touch me”

His finger dipped to your entrance

“Oh my god love you’re dripping for me”

His finger languidly drawing circles around your entrance every so often bringing your wetness over your clit. Letting yourself enjoy the slow motions you close your eyes.

Geto notices your eyes are closed and leaned over taking your nipple in his mouth. Letting it go with a pop.

His mouth found yours and his tongue pressed against yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck. You fill your lungs so your nipples touch his bare chest.

He lets a moan out against your lips.

“Teasing me now?”

“Yes” you smirked.

He situated himself between your legs and glided his cock on your wet slit. Payback for the move you pulled.

“You really are a slut for me. You’re so wet”

He slowly pushed in you this time going at a glacial pace. Making sure you feel every inch. His hair falling out of the half up bun it was in.

Hold on love don’t move. He stilled his hips but didn’t pull out.

He grabbed his hair and expertly twirled it back into a bun. As he was tying it back up you pushed your body closer to him burying his cock deeper inside you. Rocking your hips slowly you made eye contact. A chuckle left his lips.

“Oh you’re going to pay for that love.”

“I plan on it” you said raising an eyebrow at him.

He grabbed your hips.

Oh fuck.

He started moving in and out of you slamming your hips to his each time.

“My ass is going to bruise so bad”

“Good”

His hands moved to the floor on either side of you picking up his pace you felt heat rising in you.

“Fuck yes Suguru, Keep going.”

He obliged and started fucking you harder.

The pleasure on his face and a bead of sweat dropped from him on to your chest.

“God you’re so sexy when I’m fucking you”

“Harder p-please”

Your cum dulling the friction and you wanted to feel him. He slammed into you harder you grabbed his hips for stability, a moan spilling from your lips.

“Fuck suguru harder”

His next thrust had you arching your back as your whole body slid across the rug.

His hips chased you again and again until you were almost under the bed.

His arms cupped under your shoulders to keep you from sliding any farther. Heat built in you again, Suguru moved his thumb to your clit and circled a few times.

His mouth was on you neck and your hands were grasping his back. Pressing into his flesh to keep him inside you.

Both of you holding on to the other

“Fuck I’m gonna cum he said”

“Not yet please”

You moved your finger to your clit and after just a few passes you came. Your mouth going slack he chased his own high and came inside you again.

His body landing on top of you. His soft hands pushing the hair back off of your face. Sweet kisses being peppered on your lips and cheek.

He rolled to the side and held you. Stroking you hair while the cum on your legs dried.

Letting you both have a moment, he stayed inside you going soft and sticky. He stroked you hair and kissed your forehead.

Your leg around his waist was limply draped and he trailed his fingers tenderly over your thighs and calves.

Finally he started to slowly pull out and the dry sticky mess adding to the sensuality of it, you thought you were going to orgasm again as he did this.

“Ahh m.. m .. I love when you do that Sug.”

“I know it’s incredible for me too.”

Opening your legs you let the cool air hit your sore throbbing lips.

“I probably look like such a mess”

Suguru rolls over to you and kisses you cheek.

“You, my love, look thoroughly fucked.”

“We need water”

You feign trying to get up. Your legs not even twitching.

“I know where your kitchen is, I can get it.”

Geto walks fully naked to your kitchen and returns with a glass of water.

“Come on love off the floor.”

He reaches over you and turns down the comforter. Picking you up bridal style and lays you on the bed under the covers. Then joins you.

Throwing your arm over his waist and nuzzling your head on his chest you can still feel the wine from earlier buzzing through your head. Geto continues to stroke you hair and the comfort makes your eyes close.

Then there’s a cold wet feeling at your shoulder.

“Drink my love. Or you’ll have a nasty hang over.” He chuckles sweetly.

“Thanks,” you weakly take the glass of water and drink it half way down.

“Oh my god it’s only like 10 o’clock.”

Geto turns to you “and? Isn’t that early for you?”

“Yes but it’s too early to feel this way. I thought you weren’t supposed to get this fucked until like 2am.”

“Well it just gives us more time later then.”A mischievous grin on his face. “But for now you can rest, just know I’m not quite done with you.”

He looked so beautiful with your white covers pulled up around his waist. Abs flexing, still slightly shining from the exertion earlier.

“What if we went and had a drink downstairs? I could stand to loosen up a bit more. I had an exhausting week at work.” You suggested.

“Oh feeling a little spicy tonight?”

“Yes I thought you could tell earlier. Also those mozzarella sticks are calling my name.”

He just sweetly smiles and chuckles

“Okay let’s go then.”

He goes and grabs the silk robes he bought you both after the first night he stayed over.

You stand up and put it on tying it at the waist not bothering to put on any thing else, you were both probably going to sleep naked anyway.

Downstairs you grabbed the take out bag that was still be the door.

After popping the mozzarella sticks in the air fryer and Geto eating his salad you poured one more glass of wine.

Sitting at the bar of your kitchen island Geto cleaned his dishes and yours while you were sipping. Generally chatting about your week at work and how you were still deciding how you felt about your new coworker.

Taking a bite of your food the cheese fell out onto to plate.

Geto chuckled “are you having a bit of trouble there?”

“No” I scowled playfully.

He hummed and agreed when necessary at your conversation. Always happy to hear about your life and all the things he didn’t know about you yet.

As you got a little further into your last glass of wine for the night, you couldn’t help your eyes darting to the robe your boyfriend was wearing and how it cut a v all the way down past his belly button. How chiseled he was. How badly you needed him again. How his eyes shined when he spoke. And how his lips moved in the dim glow of the under cabinet lighting. You got up and wrapped your arms around his waist placing the softest kiss to his cheek.

He placed a hand on your face, thumb stroking your cheek bone gently.

“You’re beautiful you know that?”

This made you flush a little at how someone like him could truly think that.

“Thank you and thank you for doing the dishes.”

He kissed you at that.

“My pleasure love.”

He kissed you again and backed you up to the counter. Playfully he pinned you and put both hands around you so you couldn’t escape (not like you wanted to).

You placed an innocent kiss to his neck and looked into his eyes.

The look he gives you takes your breath away. Like he wants to crawl inside your skin and make you his home. Like the rest of the world didn’t exist for him. Like he could devour you.

His hands stayed on the counter and he leaned into you. Hips already pressing against you, he slowly pulled your robe to the side and his thumb began circling your nipple.

You sucked in a breath and threw your head back.

His mouth moved to your neck this time and the hand not playing with your breast moved to cup your nape.

You could feel your self getting wet again and your knees buckled. Your full body weight pinned between Suguru and the counter.

He moved to kiss your mouth and let his tongue sweep in. His hand split your robe beneath the tie. Letting his fingers dip into your core he brought them out dripping and put them on your tongue. Reaching down again he brought your wetness up but to his mouth this time. You could feel how hard he was getting, his robe not leaving anything to the imagination.

He suddenly flipped you around and pushed your body over the counter. moving to his knees he placed a kiss on your folds. His tongue licking right up the center. Doing rings around your entrance he plunged his tongue into you and pushed his face as close to your body as possible. The saliva and juices mixing together, he dragged his face on your ass cheek and looking over your shoulder you could see him use a thumb to clean his mouth.

He was graceful even when people weren’t looking and that made you so turned on.

He stood up and moved his dick against your wet cunt and your clit. You were so overstimulated at this point but you couldn’t stop your hips from moving against him.

He leaned over you pressing your exposed breasts onto the cold counter.

“Im addicted to your pussy love. I can’t get enough. And it seems you can get enough if me either. Do you want me to fuck you in this kitchen where your neighbors can see? The blinds are open and I know they can see us.”

You looked over. It was dark out which meant your neighbors could definitely see what was happening.

You could feel your walls clench around nothing and Suguru pulled your robe completely off you.

“Do you like the idea of people being able to see me fuck you? To see my cock slide in and out, having people know I’m claiming you.”

He rutted against you again teasing your clit. His hand slid up your neck wrapping it around you lightly. Continuing to rub his tip against your clit.

“You are such a dirty little slut.” His words whisper in your ear so sweetly.

“You’re just filthy and you’ll let me do anything I want to you. How did I get so lucky?” He was still teasing your clit but had moved his hand to press you down against the counter fully.

“I’m going to fuck you senseless”

“Yes please suguru I need it”

“Oh my god” came out as a groan from him.

He pushed 2 fingers in your swollen pussy. Letting them slowly glide in and out. “Fuck you’re so wet again. That’s all you.” He ran his fingers along your side smearing your slick along your body.

“Beg for me love”

“Please suguru. Please I need to feel you.”

“Feel me what?”

“Feel you inside me. I neeeed it, pretty please”

His fingers kept pumping in and out slowly.

He placed kisses all up and down your back. You whined as his fingers exited you leaving you feeling empty.

Then his tip came to tease you again. Running it from your clit to your entrance. He slowly pushed his tip inside you and back out rubbing it up to your clit again.

Then pushing fully inside you he began moving his hips, his hand on your nape keeping you pressed to the counter that was warm now.

“Suguru ahh. Your feel fucking incredible”

“My good little slut complimenting me?”

“Yes”

“Good girl.” He growled out.

You could see his dark hair falling around him and god he looked like something plucked straight from your dreams.

“Do I now?” His voice breaking your thoughts.

“What?”

“You’re speaking dear.”

“Shit did I say …. that out loud?”

His relentless pace was going to leave more bruises on your hips.

“I didn’t mean to”

He smiled and slowed for a moment smacked your ass cheek leaving a large hand print.

Gripping your hips a little closer to him and off the counter he started getting sloppy.

At the contact with him you began to feel yourself shake.

“Suguru I’m gonna come again”

He pulled your hair in one bunch off your back and continued fucking you.

“Come on my cock I want to feel you.”

At his words you let go. A moan coming out of your mouth. Your legs were shaking.

“Suguru, can’t stand.”

He put hands on your hips and fucked you through his own climax. Letting his come slide down your legs as he held you.

He carried you into the bathroom and started the bath.

“You’re too good to me.”

He twisted his hair up into a bun completely and let the robe he was still wearing slide into the floor. You swung your legs over the edge of the bath tub and put them in the water, letting yourself slide into the warm bath.

“Suguru please join me.” He returned with towels and set them on the counter. Sliding in behind you he wrapped his arms fully around your body. Your head falling to one of his shoulders and heads pressed together.

“You were right suguru I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.”

“I know beautiful.”

[spiderrmax]

tweek + gen. headcanons

request: "gotta love my man tweek. can we get him some good old fluff head cannons" author's note: i love tweek sm. he's probably one of my fav characters. also since u didn't specify i did platonic & romantic bc i only write romantic tweek w a male reader :)

platonic

You’re going to be the one who starts the friendship; his anxiety causes him to be too scared to say anything to you. It also takes a bit, his mind finds something wrong with everything, so he’ll believe you are talking to him for malicious reasons. Just consistently being nice to him will break down his walls, and allow him to see you as a friend.

Once you’re friends though, expect a lot of frantic texts and calls. He knows you’ll listen, and you’re one of the people he trusts the most. He’s a spam texter too, so you’ll have like 8 notifications if his anxiety gets really bad. He appreciates it when you take time to respond, whereas other people would've just laughed at how ridiculous he is.

Might have your contact pinned in his phone so he doesn’t have to scroll to find it.

Acts like a lost puppy when he’s not with you. He just stands idly, playing with his fingers, until you enter the room, then he starts to follow you! He doesn’t need you to address him or anything, before in close proximity with you eases his worries.

He is definitely a protective friend! He hates fighting and confrontation but doesn’t let anyone say anything rude about. 

Will, if in a good mood, let you get free refills at Tweeks Coffee Bro’s. Doesn’t even mind his dad’s ramblings about losing profit.

Speaking of the cafe, loves when you’re studying there. Again, just being close helps with his anxiety, which gets at an all time high when he’s working.

Eventually feels confident enough to mock your drink choice. If you get a frappuccino or add three sweeteners he’ll say something like, ”That’s not even coffee.” He’s probably a black coffee drinker don’t take it personally

The type to wait for you when you’re tying your shoes. The moment you drop to the ground he stops walking and waits. You can try and tell him he can keep going and you’ll catch up but he’s stubborn

Always assumes you two will be partners in class. The moment the teacher says “partner assignment,” he is making eye contact with you. You always agree, because he’s definitely a good partner, making sure to do his fair share of work.

I think he’d like making friendship bracelets; it gives him something to do with his hands. You guys probably have matching chevron patterns!

romantic

Similar to how your friendship started, you probably have to ask him out.

However, he has probably liked you for a while! His crush definitely would start a few months into your friendship

He thinks you’re really nice and cute but what if you don’t like boys? What if you’re homophobic? That’s too much pressure!

So, you have to ask him out. He says yes, with a completely red face that doesn’t fade for hours. He’ll think about you and it comes back with the same intensity, it’s really sweet.

Tweek would rather keep your relationship private. He’s not embarrassed of you, but hates being the big talk of town. Especially because his parents would make it a big deal.

Once you’ve been dating for a while, I feel like he’d be the type to soft launch you. He’d post a photo on his instagram with two coffee cups, or maybe just a photo of you two holding hands. Something subtle, and with a heart as the caption.

If you guys ever decide to come out, he’ll have you tagged in his bio. You asked if he was cool doing it and he was just excited to do cool couple stuff with you!

Using those lame coffee pick up lines causes him to roll his eyes but the flush in his ears give him away.

“I like you a latte!” “Gah! That was so lame.” 

He probably memorizes your order after a bit. If he knows you'll coming to the cafe, he'll have your drink prepared.

When he goes to write your name on the cup, definitely doodles little hearts around it. He got embarrassed the first time you pointed it out, but keeps doing it.

Brings you up so much in conversation, not even really meaning to. He just loves you a lot; you’re on his mind frequently. 

His favorite things are sleepovers. It takes a bit of convincing to get your parents on board but he sleeps so much better when he’s with you.

Can be a big spoon or little spoon depending on the day and how the both of you are feeling. However, he prefers to lay facing you. When he can’t sleep he enjoys memorizing the freckles and moles on your face.

Whenever you stay over, he loves making you breakfast. He finds a lot of comfort in cooking/baking and enjoys sharing his creations with you! He’s actually really good at it, from years of practice.

His love languages are probably words of affirmation and quality time. He gets in his head a lot so he needs you to be able to ground him. He loves going out on little dates or just hanging in the cafe or one of your guys’ bedrooms!

[skittlesfics]

I hear you wanna practice writing Steve Harrington and I am HERE TO HELP. Super vague and open ended but can you hit me with some cute domestic fluff of Steve and Reader baking together?

if y'all don't follow Mandy already, go read her fics literally right now. 832 words - Steve Harrington x Reader - Big himbo energy in this one

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Two months into your relationship, and you had Steve Harrington completely wrapped around your finger, not that he’d ever admit it.

He was smitten, dropping everything for his girl, much to the chagrin of a certain group of young teens who liked to demand last minute rides to the arcade or the movie theater.

That was why, when you strolled into Family Video one day, smiling all big and blowing him a kiss from the door, he said absolutely when you asked if he wanted to come help you bake cookies that night.

It didn't matter that Steve Harrington had never baked a goddamn thing in his life, as Robin was quick to point out once you were gone again. Love conquers all, right? 

When he rang your doorbell and you answered wearing a pink frilly apron with white lace along the borders, he knew that he had made the right decision. Choosing you was always the right decision for Steve. He pulled you into a kiss that was perhaps too enthusiastic for a hello, but you didn't seem to mind, laughing into his mouth as your hands reached up to brace yourself on his broad shoulders.

"Miss me?" you teased as you pulled away, taking a step back so that he could move past you into the house.

"Every second, babe." He swooped in and pressed a kiss to your forehead before kicking off his shoes and letting you usher him into the kitchen. 

There was a part of Steve that, when you had said baking cookies, had expected you to pull out a plastic sleeve of refrigerated Pillsbury dough. He knew, of course, that some people baked things from flour but he'd never actually seen it first-hand.

He hesitated at the door frame to your kitchen as he caught sight of the mountain of ingredients, only stepping through the door when you bumped into him from behind. He played off his surprise, walking to the counter and reading off random ingredient bags.

"Cake flour. Bread Flour. Sea Salt. Kosher Salt. Babe, you sure we're making cookies here?" He teased, half serious. He had no idea there were different types of flour for different things, but he was pretty certain that bread and cake were not types of cookies.

You stuck your tongue out at him, reaching to pull the canister of sea salt from his hands. You were laughing, and that was all that mattered to Steve.

"Oh shut up, it's a recipe from the newspaper up in New York some fancy chef wrote. My uncle mailed it to me, so I figured I'd try it." You placed the salt back on the counter and then ducked around the corner to grab an apron for Steve. It was a red version of the one you were wearing, complete with massive pink hearts for pockets. He stared at it skeptically when you tossed it to him, glancing between you and the pockets with an expression that told you exactly what he thought of it.

"Just put it on, Stevie, it'll keep your clothes clean. Not like anyone but me will see." You urged. It was the 'Stevie' that did it. He feigned a reluctant sigh and slipped the apron on, tying it clumsily behind his back. It was too short and he looked like he was going to combust in his embarrassment, but Steve was so cute that you had to go and plant a kiss on his cheek. He chased you when you pulled away, stealing a kiss on the lips to pay for his embarrassment. 

"Okay, cookie time, let's do this." He declared when you moved away, serious expression lasting for only a moment before being replaced with something less confident, "How do we do this?"

Your first task for Steve was hauling your mother's heavy kitchenaid mixer from its spot in the bottom of the pantry. He could do that. Steve was good at moving heavy things around. The second task, though, was fitting the paddle attachment which he was... less successful at.

"You have to line up the notch with the hole on the attachment." You explained, laughing as you measured dry ingredients into a large bowl. Steve furrowed his brow, leaning over for a better view as he lined up the two parts the way you described. He succeeded, pushing the paddle up into the blender and then let go. The paddle fell immediately, clattering loudly in the metal bowl. 

"Your kitchen appliances hate me!" Steve huffed, throwing his hands up in frustration.

"Oh, Steve, you have to twist it after so it stays in." You dropped the teaspoon measure you were holding and hurried over to where Steve was standing. You grabbed the paddle attachment and slotted it in easily, turning so that it would be secure. 

You soothed Steve's ego with a sweet kiss, stepping close when he wrapped his arms around your waist. Maybe these cookies would be worth the fuss after all.

[ti-bae-rius]

Pas De Deux - Part 2: KITTY

Part 2 of my dance partners au, inspired by @teetee-ali-xo's prompt list. Read Part 1 here if you haven't yet.

When I get to the studio the next day, I can’t see Ty anywhere. I don’t even consider that he might be late, I just immediately start catastrophising. Of course he hasn’t really asked me to step in to the most important duo of his life, in the stead of his dead sister, for an audition to the school of his dreams. Why on earth would he agree to partner with a self-proclaimed novice whose only exposure to ballet is watching his kid sister’s class?

“Hey, you looking for Ty?”

I look up to see a girl with joggers over a pink leotard, twisting her thick hair into space buns. I must look confused because she elaborates.

“He said he was waiting for someone and I’ve never seen you in class before, so I’m guessing you’re the elusive guest.”

“Oh, right, yes,” I agree gratefully. “Where will he be?”

“Studio 8; upstairs, first on the right,” she tells me, and I thank her before I take off upstairs, a little surprised by how excited I am.

“Stop!”

I freeze on the threshold, palms up like I’ve been caught red-handed, though I have no idea what my crime is. Ty, sat against one white wall with a knee up and a laptop open before him, is pointing at my sneakers.

“No outdoor shoes are allowed in the studios. They mess up the floors. You have to take them off. Socks only or you can go barefoot.”

“For free?” I joke, unlacing them and wandering in, shoving my sneakers and backpack in a corner. “Absolutely not, these are a hot commodity - I’m not just giving that away gratis.” 

He cringes but he’s grinning. “Ew, you’re so strange.”

I slide down the wall to sit beside him, legs outstretched. He glances approvingly at the way my toes instinctively point, then turns to me sharply before I can say anything.

“I’m not looking at your feet!” he insists, and the weirdness of the comment makes me laugh so loudly and suddenly that it echoes in the bare room. 

“So what’s first?” I ask, rolling my shoulders. “Do I need to stretch or anything?”

Ty wiggles the cursor on his laptop so the screen lights up again. His background is some quote I don’t recognise and he leans over to type in his password. Open already is a folder titled ‘Audition Rehearsals’ with a bunch of video files in, organised in date order. I realise with a sickening drop in my stomach why they stop so abruptly about six months ago.

“I thought I’d show you the routine we’d choreographed - me and Livvy. We won’t be doing this one, obviously, but I thought it might help to see the narrative, lyrical kind of style I’m used to. Is that alright?” When I nod, he scrolls to the very last video, the most recent file, and clicks it with a sharp intake of breath. 

It’s filmed in landscape on a phone, and the intro of a song I vaguely recognise is playing. There’s something about it I can’t place until the first lyrics: it’s a cover of The Calling’s Wherever You Will Go, but it’s a woman singing. From off-camera, a girl yelps.

“Oh my GOD, it keeps starting the song. What is wrong with my phone?”

A version of Ty I hardly recognise ducks into the shot and it feels like a punch to the gut just how different he looks only half a year ago. He looks somehow lighter, like he hasn’t yet picked up the burden that now anchors him to the floor. His hair is longer too, still dark and curly but with the sides and back flopping around his ears. But the big thing, what immediately pulls me up short, is this video-Ty’s smile. His cheeks are pink with laughing, stark against his pale colouring, and lines either side of his mouth frame his lips in parentheses of easy happiness. It breaks my heart a little to glance across at the boy beside me and find his grey eyes so sombre. I turn back to the screen, where video-Ty is resetting the music and his sister is taking her place for the start of the routine. Ty nods a ‘ready?’, hits play, and they begin.

Almost immediately, I forget where I am, what I’m doing. I damn near forget how to breathe. Livvy, he said her name was. She’s beautiful, in a white leotard and the palest pink tights. She looks like a porcelain doll, or the figure on top of a music box. Even though I can see the similarities between them, she looks so different to her brother. Her hair is a light chocolatey brown, tied in a plaited bun, and her eyes are a striking blue-green like the ocean. The way she moves makes me think of silk scarves caught in the wind, surf riding a crashing wave.

And then there’s him. So uncertain in his words, in himself, Ty is completely at ease, entirely confident in each and every move he makes. Though it’s obvious by the way the two of them intricately weave around one another that this is a meticulously designed routine, it looks so natural. Every turn and step looks as if it was meant to happen, like nothing would make more perfect sense. They’re like two leaves caught in midair, and they’re breathtaking. 

The song reaches the pre-chorus and I go back to watching the dance as a whole rather than just the way they move. With her all in white, the way her movements are so light and phantasmic, it’s almost like she’s…

‘Could you make it on your own?’

Without a word, Ty closes the laptop and slides it onto the floor, gets up, and walks out. 

After a few minutes of panicking about what to do and hoping fruitlessly that he’ll come back, I start looking for him. After peering into all the studios, changing rooms, and the dance store (only to find them all empty), I go back up to Studio 8. On the way though, I hear a sniffing noise and pause by one of the single stall bathrooms. Knocking as gently as I can, I call out “Ty?”

“Leave me alone,” he replies thickly. It sounds like he’s crying and it nearly kills me. “Go away.”

“Do you need anything?”

“I need time. I know I asked you but…I don’t know if I can do this without her. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

He takes a shaky breath. “Please can you go?” he asks, voice barely a whisper. “I just want to be on my own.”

I dig into my bag for a pen and scrawl my number on an old bus ticket, then slide it under the door before I leave.

I’m almost at the building’s exit when I hear a familiar voice shout “Hey!” and turn to see the girl who directed me to the studio not half an hour earlier. 

“Oh hey, thanks for the help back there. You totally saved me going through the whole building looking for the right room.”

“No worries.” She crosses her arms over her chest and squeezes her shoulders in like she’s hugging herself. “I’m Milla.”

“Kit,” I tell her, smiling.

“So are you, like, Ty’s partner?”

I feel myself blush and shake my head quickly. “Ah, no, no. I just met him. I’m just dancing with him.”

She looks puzzled for a moment, then bursts out laughing. Once she’s regained her composure, she looks back at me. “Uh, yeah. That’s what I meant. Like, are you his new dance partner?”

If I was blushing before, I must be practically burning up now. I scrub a hand through my hair, mortified, and nod.

“Oh right, yeah, I’m dancing a duo with him. Kinda.”

She smiles, tipping her head to the side like a puppy. “That is so great to hear. It’s been really hard watching him since Livvy died. I’ve always wanted to help but I’ve never really known how.” She puts a hand on my arm like we’re friends and squeezes gently. “I’m really glad he’s dancing with someone again.”

She heads over to the water fountain and I set off home, pulling my hood up against the wind. So I’m the first person Ty has danced with since Livvy.

No pressure then…

[osaka-lilac]

i'm late i'm late!! but iris, dahlia, and plumeria?<3 ily

jd you’re never too late i love you so much ty ty ty <3333

iris - would you describe yourself as a sensitive person? why or why not?

i’m 10000000% a sensitive person. it’s both my biggest strength and my weakness. i’m very in tune with others and can often like. just tell that something ain’t right. i like to describe myself as an empath pretty much. and i often find myself as the “parent” of the groups i am a part of. but like. i also take things very close to heart and often find myself really hurt by the simplest of jokes at my expense. part of my brain doesn’t understand why you’d make fun of someone and like. make a joke about someone right in front of them? and that when you do that with no barrier there, there’s gotta be some truth to it right? if they believe it so much that they’ll say it to your face it’s gotta be true? so yea i’m very sensitive but. often to a fault

dahlia - do you like to follow current fashion trends or do you have a style that you prefer to stick to?

so my body type does not really lend itself well to current fashion trends especially in the us. it’s about slender waists and flat tummies here but me? when i say i’m non-passing as a man, i REALLY mean it. i got wide fucking hips and a tummy!!! (my ex loved it but like now that he’s not around it’s sometimes tough for me to like it.) like going shopping at the mall sucks cause i’ll unfold a cool shirt and it’s a fucking crop top. like i don’t need or want to wear that.

so i have a neutral style that i like. graphic tees but like. cool ones like my ferrari tan puma shirt and my knock off indy 500 shirt i got from rue 21 and not like the ones that just say dr pepper on em for fun. i’ve got two flannels with pins on em that i got from my dad that i often wear in the fall or if i’m going out. skinny jeans and flat-bottomed shoes are my go to, and i find myself wearing baseball caps a lot more this summer. i’m also chest binding every day with that so i try to go the fall androgynous hipster look. i’ve also got this small moonstone necklace that my mom got me that i wear every day, and a metal ring i got over a year ago online that is wearing out bad but i still love it. it’s a small spread of playing cards with very small red jewels in them. it was cheap but it’s my favorite accessory i own.

plumeria - are you working on any creative projects? if so, what kinds?

i went to college for animation for two years and i’ve kinda finally decided i’m taking a gap year to maybe figure out if something else is right for me. part of it was the fact i got so burnt out that i stopped going to my classes for a few weeks out of fear of going and not being able to to anything. so right now i’m trying to get back into it by slowly drawing and posting sketch pages of people and things i like so that i can stay in touch with my more creative side and not lose that passion of mine completely. i do stuff with drivers or stuff from my own life. (lots of stuff from my nature walks usually.) nothing big or too overwhelming, but it truly makes me happy.

(also depending on what you consider creative projects i also make mixtapes on spotify for fun and i love them. you can see them here)

send flower asks <3

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[8bitscarlet]

House Tour Gone Wrong

Summary: The Avengers don't trust you and similarly, you don't trust them. But an unpredictable incident places you in a forced partnership.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Angst (cussing, canon violence, mention of torture)

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: This is part 2 of Accidentally on Purpose! You can find part 1 here! Happy Reading!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs,comments and likes are always appreciated! *

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Your arms shake as you lower yourself slowly down to the floor, then push back up. Back to the floor and back up. Lowering yourself once more, you let out a loud grunt as your arms shake violently, trying to press up. Pushing out your held breath, you lock out your elbows and stare at your fingers as you hear a small knock. Glancing over as sweat drips down onto your hands, you see Wanda standing on the other side of the knock.

Sighing, you drop your knee and straighten your torso up as you settle your hands on your waist. With heaving breaths, you raise your brows as you wait for her to talk.

"Natasha knows how you get when you're caged up too long." Wanda starts, typing into the keypad next to the door.

You chuckle, remembering all the long recon missions you two had shared. Long recon missions paid more but they were never worth just how long you had to sit in an old, stuffy hotel room. You'd have to sneak out for coffee or go for a run. There were only so many pushups and situps you could do in a cramped room before losing your mind.

The cell door opens and Wanda steps in, pinned up hair and workout clothes telling you that you're going to get that tour of the place after all. Nearly two weeks after your request, countless annoying questioning's and big brain planning with the Avengers team, you get a gift.

"Everyone's agreed you're harmless enough to go to the gym."

Walking towards her, she takes a step away from you and heads towards the stairs. Eyeing the room around you, her harsh chuckle fills your ear,

"And if you run, I think Tony needs to test out the Iron Legion's hunting protocols."

Wanda walks ahead of you as you follow a few steps behind, "I wouldn't dream of it, Maximoff."

Eyes are trained on you as you enter the common area of the building. Rogers leans against the kitchen counter as you notice his tied running shoes. Everyone else around him walks around barefoot, not constantly eyeing you to see if you'll bolt. You grin, giving the Captain a knowing nod.

Natasha rounds a corner and raises her brows, "It's my day off. Do not cause issues."

You smirk, "The Black Widow taking days off? Don't tell me you've gone soft."

Following Wanda towards the gym, you warily take it all in. Treadmills facing gorgeous views, racks of weights upon weights, a pool that would put the Olympics to shame. Wanda fills the quiet air, pointing towards some things here and there, glancing back at you to see if you're listening. You're hanging onto every word as you glance around the area for Stark's surveillance and security features.

"And this is the sparring room," Wanda extends her arms to a room covered with blue mats and sparring toys, "Is this good enough for someone of your reputation?"

Your hand gently follows the arms of a wooden dummy as your eyes note the cameras in the corners, "Depends. Are there training partners?"

Wanda looks around, "Careful. If I come down with a black eye you might not see tomorrow."

Red energy forms at her hands as she spreads her legs just wider, eyeing you untying your shoes and tossing them aside. You grin, tying your shorts tighter and start to circle her position. As she beckons you with her fingers, you lunge towards her.

The warmth of her magic fills your hands as she blocks your punches. Swinging around to your left, you catch her side with a hard hit. Grimacing, she takes a step away as she holds her side gently. Her fighting is quick but heavy despite her smaller size. Light on her feet and incredibly flexible, evident in how she bends over backwards as her magic throws you over her during a charge.

Fighting Wanda, you can see just how much the Avengers have rubbed off on her. Through her amplified confidence interacting with those in her inner circle, you can see Natasha's quirks in her smirks and movements. Now as you take a hard hit to your knee and a punch to your face, you can feel the influence of the Captain.

Holding out your hand in a quiet truce, you watch Wanda jog backwards away from you. Watching her lean against her knees, you wipe the sweat from your brow and let out a heavy breath, grimacing at the tightness in your side.

"I don't think magic is fair." You comment.

She smiles, manipulating a small energy ball between her fingers, "It wasn't a choice."

Your eyes catch hers, "Why are you so friendly?"

The question catches her off guard as she takes a bottle of water from the small fridge next to a weapons case. You eye the case casually, noting the guns and blades, as she takes a long drink.

Rolling the plastic around her hands she glances up at you, a vicious smile spreading on her face as her head tilts slightly to the side, "You're troublesome. And I'm just the one who wants to punch you the least in your face."

You nod as she continues, the tilt of her head causing an uneasiness in your chest,

"But that's only because I want to rip your limbs off. Which I will do without a second thought if you do anything to my family. You worked for Hydra and as far as I'm aware, you helped Strucker. And that means," she steps to you, "I'm blaming you for all the pain I felt in that little cell."

Her fingers touch your chest and you fly backwards, slamming your head against the wooden dummy as your feel something pop in your hip as your body hits the arms. You groan, holding your head as the dull pain explodes throughout your skull.

Smacking the mat with an open palm, you let out a hiss through grit teeth trying to move off of your back. They did send her down to make you soft and you fell right into those homecooked meals and sly grins. Kneeling next to you, she pats your cheek with a grin.

"And you're right. I made a choice. A choice of desperation and anger. You gave Strucker all the things he needed to experiment on us, the devices they poked underneath my skin. The only reason I didn't crush your ribcage in that office is because Natasha wanted you alive."

Coughing as her knee presses into your sternum, you clench your fists, "So, I've lost my usefulness?"

Her laugh sends shivers down your body, the glowing of her eyes increasing as you feel the heat of her magic press against your neck, "Unless you believe in redemption."

Wanda stands, the red hue in her eyes disappearing as she walks away from you. You swallow dryly, sucking in a careful breath as you try to pull yourself up to sit. Watching Wanda step towards the railings at the other side of the room, she squats down as her head falls into her hands.

You remember your contracts with Strucker. She was right, of course. You recalled all of the bodies of the "failed experiments". You had heard his excited exclamations whenever he brought up his prized pupils. Stepping towards their cells, you had seen their tired bodies through two way glass. The dark bags beneath their eyes, their pale and gaunt faces.

It wasn't until they had shown the true capability of their powers that they were treated to more food and more hospitable conditions. You understood Wanda's anger, but it was a job. None of it was personal and none of it was going to stop your professional choice of taking jobs from the highest bidder.

As you silently watch Wanda pick herself up, wiping at her face, a shadow catches your attention. Pulling yourself up the wooden arms of the dummy, you try to squint into the darkness outside the ceiling to floor windows.

"Maximoff," you call out lightly, toeing closer to the glass.

She sighs, "If you're going to apologize, I suggest that you-."

Her threat is cut off as you hear a hand smack against her mouth. Twisting, you watch a masked figure grabbing ahold of the witch, the door to the next room closing behind him. His arms are wrapped tightly around her, Wanda's hands pinned against her legs as she tries to escape his grasp. Her eyes are wide as they connect with yours, the glass behind you shattering

"Shit," you mutter, tossing an intruder over your back.

Slamming the wooden dummy on top of him, three more sprint through the window in an attack. Blocking a punch, you sprint forward and slide across the mat. Knocking out a pair of legs, you wrap your legs around their arm and yank.

There's a loud snap as you push your feet off their diaphragm and roll onto your feet. There's a loud grunt as Wanda slams her intruder against a wall, her mouth opening and slamming shut around their fingers. His screams fill the room as you sprint forward.

As you wrap an arm around his neck, you bend him backwards as you fall to one knee, jerking your arm violently to the side. There's a crack and you let out a slow breath as the body slides to the floor. Wanda stares at you, unsure what your next move is.

Lunging towards her, you grab the vest of a sneaking intruder and flip them over the railing to the pool below.

"Will you hit someone?" You yell back at Wanda, shoving her out of the way as you tackle back an advancing attacker.

Body slamming her on the mat, you watch her pistol slide from its holster across the room. Diving for it, red magic slams against it and sends it sailing over the railing. As your hand grips nothing but air, you glare back at the witch as she fights dangerously with a knife wielding intruder. Standing quickly, the attacker you slammed is on their feet and wrapping you in her arms, flinging you into a wall. Her gloved hands wrap tightly around your throat as you reach your arm towards the weapons case.

As you choke for air, your hand skims the security scanner and lets out a loud beep before a pleasantly calm British voice fills the room,

"Access denied. Try again."

"For fuck's sake!"

Grabbing the intruder's collar, you whip their head into the case. Coughing so hard you start gagging as you try to breath, you catch sight of two more intruders sprinting towards the stairs. You groan, unsure how many more are downstairs and how the others are faring.

"Maximoff!" You yell as she slams another enemy away from her and towards you.

Yanking them, you slam them into the floor as you knock a fist into their face. Their eyes roll back as you grimace against the a stinging in your hip, Wanda glances towards you while she wipes the pouring sweat from her face. You point towards the weapons case,

"I need a weapon."

With a groan, she jogs forwards. Pressing her hand against the screen and opening the case. She slams her hands on top of yours as you reach for a pistol. You peer over, her eyes bore holes into your head with hot anger but her hand is a cooling contrast to your sweating skin.

"If you try anything," she begins as you slide the gun from underneath her hand.

You cock the gun and nod, "I get it. My limbs get ripped off."

Sprinting forward, you can hear the commotion from the lower floors. You slide down the railing straight into an unsuspecting attacker and knock their aim off. The bullet hits the wall just to the right of Tony's head and he glances back to you. Wanda slams the intruder into a wall as you sprint into cover.

There's at least five more attackers inside. Rogers sprints through the living area towards them. Two of them run out of cover away from the charge and you take them out with two well placed bullets. Stark fires out through his gloved hand, destroying the house and furniture trying to get one out of cover. You catch sigh of Nat wrapping her legs around an intruder and whipping him to the floor with a crack.

Rogers peers over the edge as he throws one last intruder over it, watching them break their fall onto a coffee table. Glancing around the room as you point your gun around corners, you hear nothing but pants and quiet footsteps.

You round one last corner, aiming your gun down the quiet hallway. You had caught sight of their emblem of the coiled snake on their shoulders, this group enjoys the element of surprise. They were always the group to hire when you needed a successful stealth mission. Unfortunately for them, they never faced the Avengers.

There's a sharp noise that catches your attention, your body instinctively twisting as your finger gently rests on the trigger. You come barrel to barrel with Natasha. She glares carefully at you, the other Avengers watching your movements carefully.

"Put it down, Y/N." Natasha tells you, Stark stepping next to her.

His glove starts to activate, the light inside beginning to glow brighter. Natasha takes a step closer, you eye her thumb flick the safety off as your heart begins to pound. Rogers eyes Natasha carefully. he's in an arm's reach of her and he would be the only thing saving you.

All of your instincts are yelling at you to keep your gun up. You're outnumbered but you know a quick shot to Tony and a lunge towards the pillar to your right, you could make a run for it. Running and gunning out of here wouldn't be the dumbest thing you've ever done in your life. You've been outnumbered before.

"Put it down! I'm not asking again."

You grit your teeth, your eyes flicker to measure the distance you are from the pillar again. As you look, Wanda steps out from the corner. Neither her hands or her eyes glow, she just cautiously watches you. An odd realization flows through your body. You know you'll never get away with her magic tricks but seeing her eyes taking you in carefully, you wonder what she's thinking. From her relaxed stance, she's not thinking about tearing off your limbs.

With an annoyed frown, your eyes rest on Natasha. Holding out your arms, you let the gun swing against your finger as you gently drop to your knees.

Putting the gun on the ground, you slide it forwards as Natasha circles around you. Setting your hands behind your head, she slams your face against the ground. The headache you got from Wanda is blaring against your skull now as you let out a groan.

"Ow," You mutter into the tiled floor, her knee digging between your shoulder blades.

"Why didn't you put it down the first time?"

You sigh as she brings you up to your feet, gripping the handcuffs, "You of all people should know it's a hard habit to break. Putting down your only lifeline."

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Grimacing, you adjust the bandages that wrap around your sprained ribs and wait for the pain killers to relieve your headache. After waiting for the team to clean up the Compound inside your cell, they finally dragged you up for more interrogation.

You didn't complain. This time at least, they'd have some new questions. An hour in though, they ran out of new material and it was time for reruns.

"What were you doing with that pistol?"

You chuckle, "Saving all of your asses, apparently. Why does it matter why?"

Rogers looks up from the reports he's reading, "Are you refusing to give more information, Y/N?"

"I gave you an answer, helping. Can we continue?"

Natasha sits down and places two coffees on the table. The strong, cinnamon aroma fills the small room and you're thankful for a tiny change. She looks over at you, her eyes red after this long day,

"Where were you at the time of the attack?"

"You can read it in the report or watch the tapes," you answer.

"Just answer the questions."

You hold up your hands to calm her snapping tone, "I was in the sparring room with Wanda Maximoff and training."

Steve looks over at Natasha, they've seen the tapes. You know they have, Steve wouldn't have raised his brows in such a humorous way. They saw her whip your ass when she blamed you for Strucker's experiments. You have no trouble taking punishment from her. Like your job, it wasn't personal.

Leaning back into the chair as you cross your ankle atop your knee, you glance towards the two in front of you. "Look, let's assume you have a mole and I'm it. I've been feeding information to the Shadow Serpents. Do you really believe this brunch chit chat is going to get you anywhere?"

Natasha clenches her brows, placing down her muffin, "And you're suggesting?"

You grin viciously, "Controlled fear. Hypothermia. Waterboarding. You're the Black Widow. Do the words 'advanced interrogation' mean nothing to you?"

Your scoff fills the room, "You have gone soft."

With pleasure, you watch her jaw clench against your words. Steve stands up out of his char and sits in front of you on the table. He sighs, drooping his head so he can look at you softly,

"We're just trying to figure out what happened. The outside security system was sabotaged."

You give an exasperated breath, "I'm as blind as all of you."

Steve glances behind him. Nat nods and they both walk out fo the room. You knock your head against the table with a sigh. Exhaustion is spreading through your body, your eyes heavy and wishing to close. A few hours of sleep would do you wonders right now and you know the two outside that door feel the same.

You don't know why this couldn't wait for the morning.

Natasha steps in by herself, gently closing the door behind her. Resting your chin in your hands, you watch her stand there. Her foot taps anxiously against the tile floor but you don't say anything just yet. You wait for the subconscious tick she's tried so hard to hide, but you always find.

Within the next moment, her thumb gently slides against her nose. Any other person would notice that as an itch, but it's what she does outside of your line of vision, the small bending of her ring finger with her thumb on her other hand. She looks up at you and sees your wide grin and she lets out a small chuckle,

"You're the only one who catches that."

You shrug, grabbing the napkin her muffin lays on and dragging it towards you, "That means I've been around you too long."

Nat snatches back her snack as you tear off a piece, plopping the blueberry treat in your mouth. Chewing slowly, you watch her spin the muffin around the table. The tension is thick in the air and you can see the weight on her shoulders.

"I wasn't going to let her go in there." You whisper, "You two might not share blood but she's as stubborn as you, Natasha."

She nods towards your words, wiping her nose again before looking up at you, "Yelena shouldn't have been there in the first place."

You sigh, remembering the old abandoned factory. You were watching across the street where she was supposed to meet an informant, trade some goods and leave. As she walked across the street, hands stuffed in her hoodie you could still feel the pang inside of your chest.

Clenching your jaw, you rest your hand on your face, "It was a job. She asked for my help. I get it, I should've been more attentive. I should've listened to my gut but I didn't know if my gut was just worried about Yelena."

Nat shakes her head, "If you wanted to help her you should've convinced her not to take it. She deserves better than being a mercenary."

"I know," you say, your eyes resting heavily on the table. You could recall each step you took. The clambering of the fire escape. Throwing Yelena out of the factory as the doors were slammed shut. The ambush and the wounds across your body. Yelena's rage as she took out the remaining group. "Who do you think set her up so nicely in Greece?"

Natasha glances up at you, a hint of surprise in her face. You clench your brows as you continue,

"We failed the job but she wasn't taking the fall. Hydra wasn't happy about that but," you grin, "It got me fired and I have a private practice now."

"Did they-?"

"Have a brunch chit chat with me?" Natasha's eyes fall to your wringing fingers, "Of course. I even got some french toast."

You don't regret what you did for Yelena. Like you had told Nat when she nearly shot you, she was practically your sister. She saved your life on the same day you saved hers. Before Hydra could wrap their tentacles around her, you booted her out of their reach and took the consequences of that choice. Looking at the easing of the weight that sits on Natasha's shoulders, it was the right choice.

"We do have a lead." Natasha says with a gentle tone, sliding you the rest of the muffin.

You chuckle, "Of course. I'm always a step behind you."

Natasha gives you a small grin, "Go and get your rest. You can try and earn your freedom."

She watches you stand, muffin stuffed in your cheek, as you crack your shoulder, "Me? On a mission with the Avengers? For free?"

"Not all of us. Since you two seem to work so well..." There's a small smirk on her face, "You'll go with Wanda. I'll be the chaperone."

You groan, the one Avenger here who, in her mind and realistically, partially blames you for the hell she went through in those Hydra cells. You're not sure if you'll make it back from this mission with your limbs still attached. Especially if you two have to share a room.

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Ch.3: There Was Only One

[be-gay-do-heists]

hardison/parker || masc day for parker, potentially while on date with hardison

i think it ended up a little more the dysphoria route with this one but i hope this at least touches on what u were looking for!! had a spark of an idea and had to write it :V

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If it was just the dress, maybe Parker could stand it.

Hardison had won choosing date night this time around, and he had suggested a new restaurant that recently opened up on the other side of town. A nicer restaurant. Which meant fancier clothes and Hardison had said the dress code recommended dresses so. The dress. It had been fine, leaving the brewpub in it to go meet Hardison at the restaurant. It was comfy enough, the fabric had a nice texture, and it was the same kind of green that you could see if you looked sideways at a professionally cut emerald, which was one of their favorite colors.

It was only upon arriving at the restaurant that they realized they really, really, really did not want to be wearing it.

And if it was just the dress, maybe it would be fine. But they were out in public, and Parker had come to understand over the years that if people in public thought they had your gender clocked, you had to act, walk, and talk a certain way if you didn’t want weird stares, unwelcome attention. A performance that they didn’t particularly have the energy for if there wasn’t a con and the promise of a payout at the end of it. The first “miss” they got from the hostess made them twitch, but they made sure to keep their mask up as they saw Hardison, already at the table, who smiled sunnily as they approached and stood to help with their chair. He was wearing his purple suit, the deep plum colored one that reminded them of a bottle full of red wine.

“Wow. You look amazing, I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that dress for so long,” he said as they both sat down. “It’s not one of Sophie’s?” There was a trace of playfulness in his voice.

“No, it’s mine, I didn’t steal it,” Parker replied, latching onto his good mood for stability. They fidgeted, hyperaware of their bare shoulders and the cut of the dress around their torso. “Well, not from her anyways.”

Hardison snorted in that fond way of his. “Hey, it’s not stealing if it looks that good on you. That’s just proper re-appropriation. Anyways, you’re gonna love this place, the whole idea is normal fancy food, boring boring et cetera, but! They change the colors around so it messes with your senses and makes you experience it differently, you get me? I’m talking like green steaks, purple mashed potatoes. Cool, right?”

“Yeah, sounds great,” Parker agreed absently, discreetly hunching a little and hoping Hardison wouldn’t notice. They fiddled with the utensils on the table, which had little chameleons etched on them. That was fun. This was supposed to be fun, they reminded themselves.

“Hey, you ok?” Hardison asked, brows furrowed.

A waiter came up before he could say more. “Welcome, folks, pleasure to have you with us this evening. Can I start you with drinks?” After Hardison, concern still showing in his face ordered a fruity-sounding cocktail, the waiter turned to Parker. “And for the lady?”

They couldn’t help their flinch, knowing that Hardison saw it, and pulled out their most flawless grifting voice to respond. They deflated a little again once the waiter left.

“Shit. I shouldn’t have said dress. I should have specified that you could have worn anything you wanted, who even cares about restaurant dress codes,” the hacker said, rubbing his hands over his face. Parker had to give it to him, sometimes his brain worked faster than his computers, and he was always twice as perceptive. “Is it a they night? A he night?”

Parker shrugged a little apologetically. “I’m not sure. It’s just really, really not a she night.”

“I’m really sorry Parker, I should have checked in before we came,” Hardison sighed, and having him in the loop did actually make Parker feel a little better. “Do you wanna get out of here? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable for any longer than you have to.”

Parker immediately felt bad again. “No, you won date night, you were so excited about this place.”

“Man, don’t even sweat it,” Hardison reassured them, waving a hand. “We can come back some other time when we’re actually feeling it. Or if it’s never the date vibes, I can ask Sophie if she wants to try it sometime. You know she gets a kick out of dressing up and I’m sure she would call this place ‘an exercise in creative expression and reaction’ or something.” He smiled at Parker’s bark of laughter following his terrible impression of Sophie, which made a couple other patrons startle in their seats.

“I don’t really want to be in this dress anymore,” Parker admitted. “Maybe we could go back to the brewpub and do something there?”

“Hey, if I ever refuse a quiet night in, know that I’ve been replaced with a clone or maybe a mind-eating fungus,” Hardison beamed at them, and flagged down the waiter to pay for their drinks with a tip that made the man’s jaw drop, letting Parker lead the way out.

On the ride home, Hardison gave Parker his suit jacket, pretending he was too hot even though it was damp and cold out. It was far too big for the thief and they thought it was kind of ridiculous how it came down to almost their knees, but the broad shoulders on it made them feel good. And the wine color purple was fantastic, even though they thought it looked far better on Hardison. They said as much, and took a silent satisfaction in the way Hardison ducked his chin to hide his face.

Entering back into the safety of the brewpub and the upstairs apartment took a weight off Parker, and they sighed, kicking off their shoes and slipping off Hardison’s jacket to cast onto the back of the couch. Hardison picked up to carefully keep it from creasing with a “heaven help me” kind of look. “You got everything you wanna wear here? Need anything of mine?”

“Mostly, but…” Parker thought aloud. “Could I borrow one of your shirts? The soft ones?”

Hardison nodded fondly. “Sure thing, lemme grab one.” While he was in the bedroom, Parker stripped off their dress like it was burning them, shaking the feeling of it away once it was off. They spotted their good jeans on the chair by the hallway that Hardison liked to call “Parker’s wardrobe,” where all the clothes they had left while over lived, and rushed to put them on. They were comfy and boxy and had a button-up fly. More buttons felt good.

“Incoming,” Hardison’s voice called, and he entered with his eyes covered, tossing a shirt in their direction. Parker jumped to catch it, and quietly approved of his selection, a wooly flannel type. They wiggled it on, tucking it in slightly, and exhaled in relief on how delightfully big it was, draping off the prominent muscles in their shoulders, leaving enough room on their torso so that the fabric wouldn’t cling to them. They rolled up the sleeves to expose their strong forearms, looked down at their broad hands. Yeah, this was much better, they thought, tying up their hair high.

“I’ve still got those canvases from last time, and the same paints, if you wanna do that. Ooh, I just got some good charcoal too if you’d rather sketch,” Hardison was saying, sifting through his art supplies. Parker bounded over and pressed up against his side. He jumped slightly but turned to look at them. “Feeling better?”

“Lots,” Parker hummed.

The hacker took in their outfit change. “And looking damn handsome too. Real suave, James Dean kinda look.” When Parker wryly grinned and crossed their arms, squaring their shoulders and standing tall, he mimed a swoon (Parker could see the slight, genuine flush that rose to his face). “So what do you wanna do tonight?”

“Dunno, it’s still your date night,” Parker replied, putting a little more husk in their voice and enjoying the way they could see Hardison’s thoughts stutter slightly.

He recovered quickly. “Well, all I want is a nice night in with my fella, whatever we do is gonna be more than alright with me.”

Parker felt another glow of joy at the endearment, and moved to wrap their arms tightly around him, one hand coming up to grip the back of the hacker’s neck. “Thanks Hardison. I really mean it.”

Hardison softened a little against their firm embrace. “Of course, I never want you to be uncomfortable. I love you.”

“I know,” Parker responded, and smiled mischievously into Hardison’s shoulder as he sputtered.

“Oh no you did not—“

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

some soft!bakugou brainrot for the soul:

-he likes when you greet him in the morning. will absolutely roll his eyes and say sum “jesus, idiot, it’s too fuckin’ early for pathetic enthusiam like that” but will also simultaneously get pouty if u dont say hi to him first

-very much a quiet boy when it’s late at night. will just sit back with his eyes half-lidded and head in his hands, giving a little “mhm” to everything you say. you think he’s not listening but when you don’t finish a thought he will, without missing a beat go “the hell? really? gonna talk that much and then not even finish the story?”

-will cook meals that you like but will insist that he likes them too. bakugou is 100% trying to convince you that he made it for himself but the entire extra portion with your favorite toppings implies the opposite

-pays attention to what you’re doing in training, and will not outright tell you if you’re doing well,, but when ur alone he’ll just sorta “you looked less pathetic than last time, dumbass” with a slight smirk as he brushes past you

-likes to bicker,, i mean come on, obviously, but what i mean is that he just looks so weirdly happy when u yell at him (def goes heart eyes but literally do not say a word about it pls)

-goes very soft for hand massages,,, just like, ground ur thumb into the heel of his hand and rub at his knuckles. man’s will melt into wherever he’s sitting and close his eyes

-will absolutely bite your head off if you’re reckless, but then spend the rest of his time trying to think of ways to avoid u ever being in that much danger again

-remembers places you’ve been together very clearly. so like, if y’all wanna revisit some restaurant, bakugou is leading the way and ur just like “??? that was 6 months ago how do u know where you’re going” ,, n he just scoffs and “because i’m the best. now shut up and pay attention we’re about to cross the street”

-is very soft about u wearing his clothes but only when no one else is around to see it. idk contrary to popular belief i actually see him being very flustered by the sight of u in his clothes. so he won’t let u wear anything around others rlly, but when it’s just him??? poor bby is so soft for it. like, v much hiding his red face in your neck and just breathing u in type of soft

-has a specific blanket that he keeps for when u hang out. eventually it starts to smell like you, bc obviously, n he’ll cuddle up with it when you can’t be with him

-adores when you sing to him. 100% doesn’t matter if you’re good or not,, bakugou just likes that you don’t do it in front of anyone else

-likes when you get needlessly angry with him. idk how to explain it,, but just like, if he’s bitching at one of his friends and you back him up, purely bc u like the chaos, bakugou will be totally 🥰 over it. only after he’s done yelling tho

-mans has a thing for praise. he does. we been knew. but he rlly has an even bigger thing for mundane praise, like rlly small things like, “wow your handwriting is so neat” or “omg your room is so clean! you’re so organized!”,,, jus tiny stuff in passing that let’s him kno he’s doing good

-will absolutely not admit it but he 100% prays for lint on his uniform so you’ll brush it off for him. it’s like, a tiny little touch, just enough to sate him, but not so much that it feels like embarrassing pda

-is a sucker for someone he can just sit in silence with. like idk, if y’all noticed it, but he literally has like, nothing to say when he’s not bitching, so if he’s not angry he’ll just be quiet. if u can be quiet with him, in the same space but not talking, bakugou is a very happy boy about it

-he likes to know things about you no one else does,, so if u tell him anything in confidence, literally anything, he’ll keep it secret. 100% every time, no exceptions, will never spill a single detail even if someone is begging him to

-probably demands that u say u love him multiple times before y’all go to sleep. its the only affection he outright asks for so u give in every time

-shares whatever he has with u. just wordlessly will hand u a piece of whatever he’s eating. doesn’t warn u if it’s spicy tho,, bc he’s still a little shit

-sort of just follows you wherever you’re going. like, if u tell him u want to be alone he’ll leave, but otherwise he just kinda assumes he’s meant to follow. most times he’s right

-he is 100% the type to know something is wrong without u having to say it. he prob knows exactly what it is too. lmao like, sure, he’s still totally clueless on how to approach/support you but bakugou is the furthest thing from dumb. he knows,, he just does.

-gets super protective about your things. like, god forbid somebody try to write anything in ur notebook while you’re not paying attention,, bakugou’ll threaten them before their pen even touches the paper

-he likes to tend to your injuries. like, even the rlly minor ones. like, let’s say u get a papercut??? pls mans is grabbing your finger, running it under water, and wrapping a bandaid around it before u even register it. he’ll grumble the whole time like “jesus, dumbass, can’t believe i have to do this.” but rlly he enjoys doing it bc it makes him feel important. like maybe he’s someone heroic to u

-if no one else is around, and there’s a lot of trust established, he’ll prob do whatever u tell him to. now ofc there’s gonna be a lot of complaining, bc it’s bakugou, but he’ll do it

-is a big fan of when you tell him he’s your favorite. pls the man is so see-through ahaha,, u could be like “omg! bakugou! you took out the trash without me asking?? that’s why you’re my favorite!” n all he walks away hearing is “they think im the best. i fucking am the best.”

-he likes to watch you do mundane things. like rlly little, every-day things like brushing your hair or tying your shoes. idk he just thinks your methodical movements are weirdly calming

-is a sucker for forehead kisses. like obvi, only when y’all are alone, but like, press a kiss to his hairline?? suddenly it’s rip angry bakugou, soft bakugou hrs only

-doesn’t rlly initiate touch that much,, but when he does mans is extremely petulant about it. like, if u decide u have something more pressing than him, bakugou is almost immeadiately going “that’s fucking stupid. what you’re doing. you should stop.” n then he’s just poking and prodding and needling at u until u fall into his arms

-shadows you at social gatherings. very guard-dog like from an outsider perspective, but rlly it’s just bc when katsuki says he doesn’t like anyone else, he means it. he’s sticking by you bc you truly are the only one he tolerates

-he secretly rlly likes when u fuss over him. like, when u ask him if he’s sore from training or if he has any injuries. bakugou will brush u off like the absolute bitch that he is, but secretly he’ll be so warm about it. he just likes that u care enough to ask

-he tries very hard to be gentle for u. ofc it pretty much never works bc it’s him, but he’ll still forever be reading romance manga n going “yeah, i bet they’d like that. gonna it do it way better though. im the fucking best, i can do it.”

ahahaaha me?? a bunch of bakugou thoughts?? never, idk what ur on about

[writinginthedarkwood]

Werewolf! Kirishimia Eijiro: A New Meaning to Golden Retriever Boyfriend.

Thank you so dearly for this request, it was so much fun to write. Prompt #16 “Not this again.” For the fictober event. If you have a request, please send me an ask I would love to write it. 

No warnings, fluffy and cute.

"You've got to be kidding me, not this again." You looked down at your phone, a long paragraph typed up from your boyfriend Eijiro in the same format as last month. An excuse, an apology, canceling tonight's plans, and about two more apologies. Tonight he's claiming stomach issues, but you know the truth. You sigh and check your bank account. If he would just tell the truth you could tell him that it wouldn't be a problem for you to pay for the movie tickets tonight! He makes good money, he must really spend over his budget. He's so chivalrous and sweet, it might insult him to try and pay for things sometimes. You don't mind, if only he'd just open up.

You decide that enough is enough, you're going over there and you're going to put an end to the lying! He's going to let you pay for the date if you have to drag him out by his ears. You throw on the outfit you had planned for your date, cleaned up your hair and head down the street into the night air. Eijiro's house is just outside of city lines in the suburbs. He has a nice end lot with a large field behind it. You're so jealous of his view. You hop on the bus and ride with head phones on, listening to a playlist he made you. The bus can be a little scary at night, but nobody is on here except for you. It's kind of peaceful just listening to music and staring at the full moon. It's large and round face is staring down at you like a caring grandmother.

 Another text pops up.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry I disappointed you. I have to get some sleep, I love you baby." You rolled your eyes. It's just past 10pm! You're not letting him sit and sulk in the dark alone all night. You resisted the urge to throw your phone into your bag in frustration. He is such a wonderful boyfriend 99% of the time, but he always seems like he's hiding a part of himself. What is it? A bad childhood? A gambling addiction? Is he secretly apart of the mafia??? The bus halted to a stop and left you outside of his neighborhood, you stomped all the way down the sidewalk to the end of the line of houses and stared at your boyfriends place. The porch light is off, but the lights are on inside. You know where he keeps the hidden spare key and jam it into the lock. You almost kick the door down as you shout for your boyfriend.

 He was sitting on the couch, tying his shoe laces. He's putting on hiking boots this late? "Hey! You're awake!" You slam the door behind you and scold your red headed sweet heart. "Babe what are you doing here? It's almost midnight!" His voice is shaking. He nervously looks at the clock on the wall and stands up. "You have to go baby, I'm really embarrassed! My stomach is-" "Stop lying! Your stomach is fine!" You want to raise your voice and yell, but his giant puppy dog eyes are so cute. You jam a finger into his chest and scrunch up your mouth, doing your best to look irritated. "I knew I would get here and see you're not hunched over a puke bucket!" He put both hands on your shoulders and gently rubbed up and down on your arms. He's such a large man, he's practically a wall he's so solid. Yet he always has the sweetest touches, making sure to be so gentle with you. His callused finger tips brushed against your skin and gave you goosebumps.

 It took every ounce of restraint in you not to fall right into his arms. "I'm sorry honey, but you really can't stay here tonight. I need you to head back home." He said hardly above a whisper. He kissed your forehead and you shoved his chest with all of your might. He didn't budge, but understood you wanted him away from you so he stepped back. "Oh I'm sorry, is your booty call on the way over and I'm interrupting?" You felt like someone had stabbed you right in the heart. It couldn’t be true, he has never showed any signs of being disloyal. You’re just tired and confused.

 Eijiro looked panicked. "Oh god of course not! No, no its not like that I swear!"  He swallowed you in his arms pushing your cheek against his pecks and kissing all over the top of your head. "There is nobody other than you, I could never even think of betraying you, you're my soul mate." He said between kisses. You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled in. His warmth overwhelming. "Well then what is it...?" You whined a bit, it's getting later and you want to just fall asleep in his arms. "Are you going to turn into a wolf at midnight?" You chuckled. His hand stopped running through your hair and he stiffened completely. You look up at him puzzled, he's staring down at you with a look of panic. "That's crazy why would you even say that?" He says all too seriously. You nervously laugh. "What's wrong? I was just joking. It's not like I really believe you're about to start howling at the full moon." Eijiro stared off into space, like his brain was loading and he couldn't think of what to say. "Right...?" You cocked an eyebrow at him. "It might be a little bit like that." He scratched his head. 

You two sat in the quiet for a little bit. Every time he tried to elaborate he ended up getting caught up in his own words. You two sat awkwardly in his living room until its about 5 minutes til midnight. "I- I'm going to go to the bathroom." He quickly dismissed himself, running to his bedroom and shutting the door. You followed quickly after him. Is he insane? Does he really expect you to just sit out here while he hides pretending to shape shift to get out of movie night? He's obviously  having a difficult time, maybe his money troubles make him feel emasculated? You softly tap on his bedroom door and it slips open. The bathroom door is closed shut with the light peaking out under the crack. You walk past his bed and dressers and hear weird scuttling sounds the closer you get. You knock again. "Hey honey, why don't you come out so we can talk about this? It's okay if you didn't want to go out because of money..." You leaned against the door. "It doesn't make you less of a man to let me pay sometimes." He's so wonderful, you don't think there could be any other reason why he can be so flakey.

The sound of shampoo bottles and shaving cream canisters falling to the ground startle you. "Babe are you okay?" You turn the door nob. The door flings open, a large shape tackles you, knocking you to the ground. You let out a large wheeze, the wind escaping your lungs. "What the fu-" Your face was assaulted with a large flat tongue, licking all over you. Slobber flew across the room as a giant red dog panted and whimpered as it gave you kisses. "You're a dog! Oh my god you're a dog!" You pushed your monstrous boyfriend off of you and took a good look at him. He's huge, and even a little scary looking. His fur is bright crimson and his eyes are a daring shade of yellow. But he sat there, panting like a normal dog. You waved in front of his face. "Are you in there babe?" The dog playfully nipped at your finger, trying to pull your hand into his mouth. "Hey! No bites!" You retracted your hand and held it close to your chest. His fangs are giant. 

The wolf man got down low to the ground in the stance you've seen puppies do right before they-

 He takes off, zooming across the floor and into the living room at full speed. Pictures that lined the hallway crash to the ground. You rush to your feet and chase after him. "Wait!! Down boy! Down!!" You shout. He's already on the couch, gripping a throw pillow between his powerful jaws and shaking it. Cotton stuffing flies across the room, coating the floor. "No! Bad Eijiro! Bad doggy!" You try to wrestle the pillow away from him and fail. He topples over you, knocking you back down onto the floor and taking off across the room again, this time to the kitchen. You tenderly rub your arm, you landed on it weird and it's a little sore. Another crashing sound prompts you to get up onto your feet and run after him. The trash can is toppled over on its side, trash strewn across the floor. His snout was pushing around the garbage, looking for something to swallow. "Are you kidding me? What is with you?" You grab the wolf by the scruff of his neck, and pull him to the other side of the room away from the trash. "You sit!" Eijiro whines and sits down, looking up at you with the saddest eyes. "Oh don't look at me like that. This is not what I thought a werewolf would be like." Eijiro's large head pushed against you, rubbing his face all over your stomach as you pet his head. "You just need to burn some of this energy off." 

You can't help but love the silly thing. He is still your boyfriend, even if he is a little different than usual right now. He followed you down the hall,  staying right by your side. He takes up most of the space, his large frame almost tipping you off balance with small bumps into your hip. You dug through a pile in his hall closet until you found an old baseball and plastic toy bat. Wow, he really needs to clean up his closet, you think to yourself. "Okay babe, let's go-" He looked up at you with all of the love in the world, hanging on your every word. You crack into a smile. "Let's go outside and play you big goof.

"The two of you trampled through the tall grass behind Eijiro's house, he seemed to use little to no effort at all. His massive paws stomping down the weeds like it's nothing. You decided you were far enough away from the neighbors and took a strong stance. You haven't hit a ball in ages, but this plastic bat is wide and should make it a little easier on you. The baseball flew high into the air, you focused and swung the bat, smacking the ball across the field. Your wolf ran, faster than any animal you had ever seen after the small object, passing it and having to loop around with a terrifying pin point turn. He grabbed the ball off of the ground so quick you barely saw the motion, and in a flash he was back at your feet. You could do nothing but shake your head and laugh. "Are you kidding me? You're amazing!" Eijiro looked pleased, so you scratched his neck fluff.

 "Alright let's see if I can hit it a little farther." 

Again, and again, and again he chased the ball across the field and back happily dropping the ball at your feet. He only made you wrestle for it once, he could probably keep the ball away from you forever with those intense muscles, but that's not as fun for him. Seeing how pleased you looked when he brought it back was filling the beast with all the pride in the world.

Eventually your arm got tired, and he seemed to have about run out of energy too. He laid down in the field and looked up at the moon. You laid your head on his stomach, the rhythm of his breathing so comforting. You just talked to him, venting about life and how weird things are in the city now. You found yourself thinking about how a simple bus ride was starting to feel too far away from him at this point. "I know you don't really understand me right now, but I really love you. I know we've said it before, but I love you. I think you're my forever person." He was laying on his paws, looking up at the starry sky. "I know you felt like you had to hide this from me, but it doesn't scare me, or weird me out." You talk quietly and close your eyes, snuggling deeper into his fur. "If I have to come throw a ball for you once a month, I'll do it. I've got friends that deal with way worse with their boyfriends." You smirked, thinking you're pretty funny. That'll make Eijiro laugh in the morning, you'll save that for later. 

The rising sun burned your eyelids, scaring you awake. You hadn't meant to stay out here for the rest of the night, but it was so late and he was so comfortable. He's much more familiar to you now, he slept peacefully as you rested on his chest. He looks worn out, but the two of you can't stay out there forever. You gently tap his face. He popped one eye open and looked around. "Oh man!" He gasped and looked down at his hands and feet. "I'm so stupid! You could get sick staying outside all night!" He put a hand on your face and cupped your chin. "Are you alright my love?" He asked with the soft voice only you get to hear. "Yeah I'm fine. How are you feeling?" "I feel fine. I'll be a little more hungry today, but it's no big deal." He looked down at the ground with a sheepish smile. "Thanks for staying with me all night." "Aw come on, it's no big deal. You're... a good boy." You teased while ruffling his hair.

 "Hey!"

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[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Four. "You hosted me?? In MINECRAFT??"

warnings: swearing but that’s it (i think)! just karl being a goof and dream being a little shit but whats new word count: 3k (not ncluding pictures)

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Y/n  sat to Karl's left, out of the camera's view as he scrolled through Twitter on his PC.

"Um... oh, how did you guys meet?" Karl read before looking offscreen at Y/n. "Uh... school?"

"What? I was going to make up a funny story but I'm appalled by the seriousness in your voice! Is that really how you think we met?"

The embarrassment on his face answered her question. "Karl! I'm two years younger than you, how would we meet have met at school?"

"I don't know!" he said back defensively, raising his shoulders. "Clubs?"

"Like I was in any of the nerd clubs you were in."

"Well, then, how did we meet?"

Y/n sighed with a laugh. "Our moms–"

"Oh, wait wait, I remember!" he cut her off, excitedly looking towards Y/n. "Our moms are friends and they forced us to hang out." He smiled proudly and looked back to his screen as he continued scrolling for good questions. "If I'm honest, I only still hang out with you because my mom makes me."

Y/n smacked Karl's arm and he laughed but pretended to be hurt. "WHAT THE HONK, BUGSY?!"

"I can't stand you. I barely hit you, nimrod."

Karl giggled and read another one. "How tall is Bugsy? Two feet, four inches."

"No, I'm 7'6," Y/n lied easily and Karl laughed.

"How tall are you actually?"

'I think 5'10 or something? Maybe 5'11. I'm not 6' but I'm taller than you for sure, I know that much–"

"Okay, you are not taller than me. Just to be clear. Chat, Bugsy is not taller than me."

"Yes, I am. Wanna test it?"

"No," he replied quietly in defeat.

"Because you know I'm right," Y/n laughed as her eyes flicked over to read chat. They were spamming their surprise, expecting her to be short. "Yeah, no, chat, I'm tall. I'm taller than Karl."

"Only because your shoes make you tall! Doc Martens are tall and that's pretty much all you wear!"

"You're shorter than me when I'm barefoot!"

"That's literally false. Like completely."

"Just accept it, shorty."

"I'll accept that you're taller than George and Sapnap, but not me. I'm barely taller than you but I'm still taller."

"Whateverrrr. I'll move on to protect your dignity."

Karl ignored her and laughed, pointing to a message from Dream in Karl's chat.

"Dream said I have short girl energy," Y/n read.

"You kinda do."

"What does that even mean?"

"You're shy around new people and you act all sweet."

"So tall girls can't be shy and sweet? Or shy and sweet girls can't be tall?"

"Stop twisting my words," Karl groaned.

"Also, wait, what do you mean I act sweet? Am I not?"

"No, you are. But I mean you also aren't when you don't want to be. Upset Bugsy is scary Bugsy."

Y/n frowned, not recalling a time she's ever been angry or upset at Karl but she let him move on. He pointed to another tweet as he looked at Y/n, giving her an 'I told you so' look. She read it before shaking her head at him.

"Don't read that one."

"Pleeease, can I answer?"

"No!" she whisper-shouted. I don't want to be shipped with him for asking or you for answering, she mouthed so Karl's chat couldn't put together clues.

"Are you assuming I'll answer positively?" he teased, earning him a hard smack on the arm.

Y/n couldn't help but notice every time she put her hands in the frame, which was usually to hit Karl, half of the chat turned into simps requesting a hand pic because they could see her bracelets and nail polish and now that they knew she was tall they wanted to see how big her hands were. They really wanted every crumb of content they could have regarding her looks. She caught one that said something pretty kinky about her hands which she tried to scrub from her mind immediately.

"Fine," Karl sighed at her request to not read Dream's tweet out loud, instead reading another. "Bestie sleepover? Yes! Bestie sleepover! Bugsy and I are gonna cuddle all night--"

"No, we aren't. I'm sleeping on a completely different bed. Or couch. Nowhere near you."

"WHY DO YOU HATE ME?"

"Karl! Stop trying to get me to cuddle with you!" Y/n laughed as she pushed away his arms, which were trying to give her a hug. "You're a freaking heater and I don't like touching people!"

"That's my worst nightmare in a friend, how did I end up with you?"

"No idea. Deal with it. It's still a bestie sleepover even if we don't cuddle."

Karl giggled and looked back at his stream. "Oh, by the way, in case anyone ever wanted to know or was Dreaming about it, Bugsy is very cute. Just thought I'd mention it in case anyone was wondering or if anyone tweeted specifically asking..."

Y/n smacked his arm again as she yelled, "Karl!"

He grabbed his arm in dramatic pain as if it had been cut off. "Ow! Ow! Bugsy hit me!" he cried as he fell to the floor. "Oh my gosh. Someone call a doctor!"

"I cannot stand you," Y/n  informed as she stared down at him. She glanced at chat, who were all joking about how bad his condition was, saying things like they might have to amputate his arm. "Chat, don't encourage him. Oh, Karl I know what we can do!"

"As long as I don't need two arms for it..." his voice still laced with fake pain.

"Karl Jacobs."

"What is it?"

"Give me a tour of Dream's SMP. Dream whitelisted me yesterday."

"Oh, yeah! What could have possibly made you think of him?" he teased as he got back in his chair.

Y/n glared at him and he cowered slightly.

"Minecraft, yes. There's a PC in the other room you can play on. Do you need help setting it up?"

"No, I've streamed once or twice," Y/n teased as she stood up.

"I'm just trying to be a good host! Gosh!"

"Wait, I have to cross over to leave the room."

"Just do it? What's the issue? Literally no problem, just walk?" he joked before zooming in his camera on his face so it took up the whole screen. Y/n laughed as she went across the room, chat now forced to look at disturbingly close footage of Karl staring directly into the camera with his eyes crossed.

Y/n called Karl on Discord after logging in. "Hi, Karl and Karl's stream."

"Are you on yet?"

"I'm logging in to my Minecraft account right now."

"Okay, join a vc on the smp discord so others can talk to us if we run into anyone. I'll be over in a minute, just give me a bit to read some donations." They both muted, leaving Y/n to herself.

She typed in the IP address to the server and joined a random voice channel that no one was in. She spawned and looked around, confused by the cobblestone wall around her. Her phone lit up so she occupied herself with the texts from Naomi.

A green figure caught her eye on the screen and she looked up. In the distance was Dream's infamous green Minecraft skin punching the air as he faced her. He ran towards her and stopped in front of her. She set her phone down and slid it away, crouching as his character did the same.

Dream whispers to you: are you streaming you whisper to Dream: no but Karl is and he's about to get on to tour me Dream whispers to you: hmmm okay here

He uncrouched and dropped a few diamond blocks before punching the air again and running away.

Dream whispers to you: shh don’t tell anyone you whisper to Dream: omg :D ty <3 you whisper to Dream: first twitch donos now mc donos you whisper to Dream: rich man over here giving out money and diamonds to everyone like it's candy Dream whispers to you: no, only to you Dream whispers to you: a little gift before our date ;) Dream whispers to you: oh and this

He came back and paused in front of Y/n before dropping a red poppy and sprinting away again. She acted cool despite the huge smile on her face.

you whisper to Dream: charming you whisper to Dream: you give me a flower and dart away before I can properly thank you Dream whispers to you: oh yeah? how would you have thanked me?

Y/n smiled, her cheeks flaming up as a dirty thought entered her mind. Stop, he's not flirting, she told herself. It’s literally a block game and he’s not flirting.

you whisper to Dream: guess we'll never know ;) KarlJacobs joined the game

"I'm back," Karl's voice filled her headset as he joined her voice channel, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Where are you?"

Y/n looked away from the chat in Minecraft and turned around in the game. "Still at spawn. Some forest and cobblestone walls."

"Go left and I'll meet you halfway."

As she ran, the Minecraft chat reappeared with new messages for everyone to see.

<Dream> hey Karl <KarlJacobs> hello Dream <Dream> thanks for answering my question on your stream <KarlJacobs> just doing my civil duty as a bugsy dream shipper <KarlJacobs> official petition for the name to be dreamsy <Dream> signed

"Oh my gosh," Y/n muttered, making Karl laugh.

"What?" Karl asked innocently, but his laugh was maniacal. "Oh, I found you. This way! I built everything on the server, by the way. So if anything is impressive, just remember that I did it."

"Karl, that's the biggest lie you've ever told me. I watch the lore videos."

"Well, I did build it all so I don't know what to tell you. Let's go this way first."

Y/n followed as he showed her stuff, including background and unknown facts about things that have happened off stream. After the tour, they messed around the chessboard. At some point, she found a blue cornflower and turned to Karl.

"Do you have an anvil?"

"I don't exactly have one on me at the moment but I think there's one over here. What for?"

She killed some chickens with her fist to gain XP so she could carry out the task in mind. "I need to name this flower I found." She followed him a few blocks away and clicked the anvil and named the flower 'love, bug'. "Okay, thanks."

"Why did you name it?"

"It's a gift for someone."

"Me?" he asked as his character jumped up and down.

"No. My presence is your gift."

"Ouch. You know, honestly, I'm really hurt by that. Like, why would you say that to me? It's just sorta rude."

"Fine, I'll go get you a flower."

"Well, I don't want it if it isn't sincere. Who's that one for?"

"...no one."

"Tell me or I'll keep complaining about not getting a gift."

"I can deal with that."

"Okay, then tell me or I'll make you sleep in my bed and I'll smother you to death with my affection."

"Ah, okay, fine. It's for Dream."

"Wow you really hate me that much!" Karl laughed.

"No, I'm just not touchy like you!" she defended. She always worried she offended Karl since he was so physically affectionate towards his friends but she just wasn't a physical person.

"Oh, speaking of Dream..." he turned and Y/n followed his characters line of sight, having to zoom in to see the green figure perched at the top of a tree.

"He's very menacing."

"He does that."

<Bugsy> come here pls dream <Bugsy> i have a gift :]

Dream ran towards Y/n and stopped in front of her expectedly. She looked at Karl then back at Dream and dropped the gift, backing up after and crouching.

His character picked it up and held it, pausing to read the name. After a moment, he slowly looked up at Y/n's character before jumping and spinning in circles. Y/n hid her smile in her sleeve even though no one could see her.

<Dream> wait lemme see the one I gave you <Bugsy> what D: <Dream> I wanna name it

"What is going on?" Karl giggled.

"Gift exchange. Mind your own business."

"Woah!" Karl gasped dramatically. "Uncalled for."

Dream came back and dropped the renamed flower for her. Y/n picked it up and hovered over it to read the name.

'host, dream'

She gasped and started punching his character. He backed up and ran away but joined the call seconds later.

"Wait! Stop hitting me!" Dream yelled into her headset.

Y/n laughed, trying to contain her smile as she continued to hit the green character. "Dream! Are you kidding? I tried being all cute and you hosted me?? In MINECRAFT??"

"It was a joke! You said something like that to Wilbur on Twitter a while ago, I was just using your humor!" Dream's giggles filled Y/n's headphones and she smiled but quickly dropped it so her voice could sound serious.

"Give it back."

Dream looked at her before letting out a small, "What?"

"Give me back the flower so I can go burn it with the other one."

"Bugsy!"

"What is going on?" Karl asked through a cackle. "Dream, did you hurt Bugsy??"

"Yes, Karl! He hurt my feelings! He gave me a flower and gave it back to name it something mean!"

Dream just laughed so Y/n punched him again.

"Dream! You can't hurt Bugsy!" Karl defended, also punching Dream.

All Y/n could hear was the sound of Dream wheezing, his character running as the two chased him. "Stop! You guys are so– STOP HITTING ME!"

"Fine," Y/n finally said, crouching and facing the ground as she walked into a corner to look like she was pouting. "I'm just not going to go on any Minecraft dates anymore."

"Wait, no," Dream protested in a soft voice, his character stopping to look at her's. "Take that back."

"Heart been broke so many times..."

"You're so stupid."

Karl gasped happily. "You guys have a Minecraft date? Can I help plan it?!"

"We did. In exchange for letting you give me the tour. But I've changed my mind since I've been so betrayed."

"Oh my gosh, you're so..." Dream trailed off but his wide smile could be heard through his voice.

"So what? Finish that sentence, Dream," Y/n dared teasingly.

"So... ANNOYING!"

"DREAM! SAY YOU'RE SORRY!" Karl yelled.

"Okay! I'm sorry! Bug, I'm so sorry. Really. Please let me... let me rename your flower something cute. It'll make you so happy that you'll fall in love with me all over again and–and we can go on our date. Please don't burn our flowers."

"And what if I don't give them to you?"

"I'll just kill you and pick them off your corpse."

"Woooooowwww. Okay, it's like that?"

"Yes, it is like that," he said through a smile. It was so apparent in his voice that he was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

<Ranboo> how is the tour going Bugsy was shot by Dream using DEFINITELY NOT PENIS <Ranboo> ah going well I see

Bugsy screamed in her mic as the death screen appeared. "DREAM!"

"You took too long!" He wheezed as Bugsy respawned.

"I don't know where I am!"

"Hold on, I'll avenge you!" Karl declared before he died too.

"You thought you could kill me with your fists? Karl, you're naked and I'm wearing full Netherite."

"You weren't when I started punching you! You pulled that out of thin air!"

<Ranboo> canon

Y/n smiled at Ranboo's comment. She had never talked to him but she knew he and Tubbo were close friends and he seemed really funny. He had already proved he had a dry sense of humor in the 30 minutes she was on the SMP and she loved that. Y/n made a mental note to befriend him before returning to being drama queen to Dream.

"So, Dream, now that you've made me an enemy–"

"WhAT? We are not enemies, Bug. I'm actually naming a flower something really cute as we speak. Enemies don't do that."

"Maybe I'm not your enemy but you sure are mine."

"Oh come on now," he mumbled lowly, running chills down her spine. What the hell was that?? "What do I have to do to make it up to you?"

"You-you murdered me in cold blood. Nothing will make it up."

"So I could get the flower! It was out of love! So I could give you a better present! Does that count for nothing?"

"Hm," she hummed. "We'll see what new name you come up with and then I'll decide."

Karl and Y/n got back to the chessboard and waited for Dream to return with his new flower.

Breaking character and turning towards her best friend, Y/n laughed at Karl. "Sorry for distracting from our BFF shenanigans time."

"This is way more entertaining," Karl assured. "Me and my chat got front row seats to the Dreamsy love saga."

"Shut up," she mumbled as she punched him in-game.

"OW! STOP PUNCHING ME SO MUCH!"

"Okay, okay, I'm back!!" Dream announced and they saw his figure sprinting and jumping towards them. He dropped the flower for Y/n and stepped back, crouching and standing repeatedly.

Y/n picked up the flower and hovered over it to read the name.

"Is it worthy of your forgiveness, Bugsy? Does it pass the vibe check?" Karl asked with a giggle.

Y/n bit her lip as she smiled at her screen.

to the prettiest girl in the world. love, dream <3

It was a joke, obviously. He was just continuing the joke of flirting with her like he does on Twitter just like Sapnap and Karl and George and Quackity do. They all joke about flirting with her and this was another joke.

But it still gave her tummy butterflies.

"Bug?" Dream called softly.

But why would he joke like that when neither of them were streaming? Karl's chat wouldn't see it so there was no one to point in feeding into the joke, unless he meant for Y/n to show Karl? She was overthinking. She needed to play it cool. 

She also needed an enderchest so no one could find it and no one could take it away from her and destroy it but they didn’t need to know she liked it that much.

"Mmm.... it'll do."

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A/N: yeeee hope you guys liked this one! i think this is my favorite so far i just think dream was being too cute and i wanna be best friends with karl so much it hurts. we’re gonna get deeper into the dream relationship soon!! i just needed to indugle in bff karl content real quick!!!

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Flower crown worthy of a princess| Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer (Netflix)

Request: “ Can you write reader and Lucifer Who have spent a few hard days and run away from others together and go on a forest picnic and finally dance together in the forest. Forgive me I know it's ridiculous. ”

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

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You could barely contain your excitement as you were tying your shoes and checking your bag to make sure you had everything you needed. Lucifer already texted you saying he was waiting for you outside of your apartment building. 

Both of you had been going through a very stressful last couple of weeks. Work life was busy for both of you and you were constantly exhausted and on edge, to the point where, when you hung out, you would be too tired to do anything fun, and would spend your time in complete silence, either on your phone or napping.

“I just wanna get away from it all” you said to him one night

“Give me a time and date and I’ll be right there with you, my dear”

At first it was a silly joke, a hopeless dream perhaps, but the more Lucifer thought about it, the more it began to sound like a real possibility. He approached you again, a couple days later, about running away for ‘just a couple days’. You gave in a lot easier than you’d like to admit, but a weekend far away with Lucifer sounded like a dream come true, so you agreed to it. From there on, he swore to take care of all the details. All you needed to do was be ready to get picked up shortly after work on Friday.

You skipped down the stairs, running out the front door of your apartment complex, only to see Lucifer in the parking lot, leaning against his car. He was dressed in a red suit, cigarette between his teeth, he didn’t even seem to notice you until you yelled his name

“Ah, there’s my pretty lady!” he said, extinguishing the cigar and leaning in to give you a kiss. You could still taste the smoke on his lips

“Are you ready?”

“More than ever”

“That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear!”

You hopped in the car and off you went. Miles and miles of road ahead, you didn’t even know where you were going really but the fresh air was running through your hair and the radio was softly playing a bunch of 80s songs. Lucifer’s hand was on your thigh and you couldn’t help but think that if heaven was real, it must feel something like this.

Lucifer drove further and further away, until the city became a mere memory. You couldn’t look through the windows of cafes and fancy boutiques as you rode by anymore, instead you were delighted by the view of green fields and tall trees that made you feel like they would swallow you whole. You tried to get your boyfriend to tell you where you were going, but to no avail.

Eventually you reached a little dead end, in the middle of the forest. Lucifer parked the car and got out to open your door for you

“Is this the big surprise? A dead end street in the middle of nowhere?” you teased

“It sure is my love” his casual voice made you think for just a second that maybe this was it, but before you had time to think that through, Lucifer led you around the trees and bushes in front of which he parked the car, revealing a little open area, in the middle of the forest. You could hear water running somewhere to your right, letting you know there was a little river nearby. The trees were so tall, they felt like they were shielding you from every worry and every bad thing that happened back home and in the middle of it all, there was a little red blanket on the ground. A picnic basket was patiently waiting there, with a flower crown atop.

“Lucifer, did you do this?”

“Who else, darling?” he laughed

“But...when?” you found it hard to say anything. The view before you was astonishing and all you could do was look around to inspect every single detail

“A devil never reveals his secrets” he teased. Lucifer led you to the blanket and picked up the flower crown, placing it on your head

“A little gift for my beautiful princess. It’s not quite like the jewels we see while shopping but I think it suits you much better than gold or silver.” and he was so right! The crown was rich and full of colorful flowers, which complimented your hair color perfectly. Plus, you had never been the materialistic type.

“Thank you Luci” 

“Pleasure is all mine, as always” he smiles down at you before grabbing your hand and gesturing for you to sit down.

The basket was full to the top with all sorts of different things. You had everything, from your favorite sandwiches to fruits and snacks, chocolate muffins and ice tea. Music from the car was playing softly in the background. Lucifer even took the time to make a special playlist with both of your favorite songs. You spent so much time there, it began getting pretty cold, so Luci took off his suit jacket and handed it to you. The day was magical, but like all good things, it had to come to an end. Once it started getting dark, you and Lucifer both concluded it was probably time to start packing and leave. You carefully packed away all of the packages  and folded the blanket, but right as you were about to hop in the car, you noticed your favorite song coming from the speakers. With a playful smile on your face, you grabbed Lucifer’s hand and dragged him back to where your picnic had been

“Love, what are you doing?”

“Dance with me?” you said, holding out your hand for him to take

“Well, I can’t say no to that'' Lucifer immediately took you into his arms. Your hands went around his neck and his were holding your waist as you swayed back and forth to the slow music. Lucifer was looking into your eyes the entire time, with an awestruck expression.

“What?” you asked, giggling

“You're so beautiful, you know that?” you blushed at him

“Yeah, you make sure to remind me everyday” “And I’ll keep doing that until the end of time because you, my darling, deserve it” as he said these things, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, in a soft and gentle kiss. You poured all of your love and soul into kissing him back and it still felt like it wasn’t enough. No matter what you did, you could never love this man enough. Finally, you broke the kiss, and as Lucifer pulled away, he accidently knocked off your crown, making both of you laugh.

“It’s fine I guess, we’re leaving anyways” he said, pulling you in the direction of the car

“Wait, no!” you picked the colorful braid of flowers up, inspecting it carefully “I wanna keep it”

“What for?” “To remember tonight”

“And what are you gonna use it for?”

Years later, that flower crown is hanging above your desk at home. You and Lucifer are married now, and he still teases you about keeping the dried flowers on the wall, but you don’t care, because everytime you look at it, you are reminded of how much you love this man, and always will

[lordkambe]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do more nsfw for hisoka as I do be a hoe for that clown 😌💅🏻✨ love your writing!

🃏   character, fandom, type of reader: hisoka morrow, hunterxhunter, woman reader.

🃏   genre, rating: nsfw, 18+ only.

🃏   themes, triggers: explicit dirty talk, explicit descriptions, slight humiliation and degradation, oral ( m receiving ), choking, dominant themes, description of ahegao, hisoka tying you up with his bungee gum. 

🃏   author’s note: did you know bungee gum has the properties of both rubber and gum ? anyways ⭕💢⭕💢 this is very filthy, i didn’t know that was possible considering my sebastian drabble is also very intense. but yeah... please don’t read it around other people. i hope you enjoy !

the heaven’s area was overflowing with participants and viewers as expected given that hisoka was the headliner for tonight’s match. the magician had invited you to sit in the audience but you decided to stay in the suite and give him something to return to. failing to watch the match on television you decided to keep yourself company with a night of pampering. you’d brought along your luggage as you expected to stay there for a few nights. opening the luggage you rummaged through the sets of spare clothing and dug deep within to retrieve your dust bag. the dust bag held a new set of lingerie that hisoka had yet to tear off your body. it was a brand new set you’d purchased while in yorknew city; you’d made sure to go alone it was meant to be a surprise for hisoka. or a reward for his win tonight.

the lace set was a deep shade of crimson red. with the bow right between your cleavage the main character of the piece was the matching choker that attached to the bralette. the cosmetics on your complexion were kept simple except for a glossed lip and a heavy application of mascara; he enjoyed the glossy lips around his --- and how your mascara ran when you choked on his --- . all that was left was to wait for his arrival; surely it wouldn’t take more than an an hour --- maybe two. nobody had ever lasted longer than that. as you waited you covered your figure in a silk robe that fell down to your ankles. it concealed your treat for him entirely making his present that much more of a surprise.

waiting for his arrival was much more gruesome than you had anticipated it to be. you waited for him eagerly and while you did the images of your past rendezvous occupied your consciousnesses. how his hands grabbed you, how his lips left marks in the naughtiest of places, and how great his fingers felt when they touched where you needed him most. almost lost in a trance you hadn’t heard him open the door. sitting on the couch you looked over your shoulder and watched him enter. with nothing more than a scar on his cheek, he was unharmed.

“easy win.” you noted.

hisoka chuckled. “easiest.”

he approached you for a hug but you dismissed him.

“no, shower first.”  

hisoka pouted and took a step closer. you dismissed him once more and he dragged his heeled shoes into the bathroom. once you heard the water run, you made your way into the master bedroom. you undid your robe just enough to expose the top of your cleavage and when you sat upright on the bed your legs were exposed. the sound of the water running had come to a stop. hisoka exited the bathroom and a wind of steam swept out of the door. you were then greeted by hisoka’s masculine figure. his towering height consumed the door frame and his toned muscles were still slightly damp from his shower only seconds ago. he ran a towel through his hair and threw it elsewhere. meanwhile a towel was still wrapped around his hips. it hung low enough for you to see the v that led to what was hidden underneath the towel.

he looked at you laying on the bed and licked his lips.

“ah, a present for me?”

“only if you’re a good boy.”

hisoka approached you with lust filled eyes. the dominant role in the bedroom was shared between you two but it was always obvious what role hisoka wanted to play. given that the adrenaline was still fresh in his veins from his fight, he surely wasn’t in the submissive mood. noticing the look in his eye and the power in his step, you closed your legs. he was going to be the one in control, not you.

“y/n.” he started. his voice was deep, gruff. you swallowed the lump in your throat in an attempt to hide your eagerness. you wanted him.

“merely seconds ago you were speaking to me with such disrespect.”

he grabbed one of your legs. just from that touch a bolt of adrenaline shot through your veins.

“now you’re acting shy?” he grabbed your leg and tore it from the other. “why is a slut like you acting so shy?” he clicked his tongue.

his eyes were exploring your body but with the pull of your leg he was able to see the thin lace that covered your petals. hisoka let go of your leg and stood straight. his eyes looked down at you on the bed.

“take off your robe.”

your hands came up to the ribbon that held your robe together. you undid the neat bow and opened it entirely. you revealed the new set to hisoka. you could see the outline of his length on the towel he wore.

“do you like it?” you asked him innocently.

with the tip of his sharp fingernail he ran it up your abdomen. hisoka trailed it all the way up between your breast then up to the collar you wore. the feeling of his fingertip running up your body sent a shiver down your spine.

“i adore it.”

he hooked his finger underneath the collar and used it to drag you up from the bed you laid upon. as he did you heard the threads of the collar pull apart. only holding your neck for just a moment, hisoka grabbed your cheeks and held them firmly.

“should i reward you... or should i punish you?”

“punish me!?” you managed to choke out. he held your cheeks tighter preventing you from speaking.

“yes. punish you. for acting like such a whore. and because of your talk-back, i guess i will settle for punishing you.”

hisoka let go of your cheeks and removed his robe. his cock was already hard, throbbing at the sight of you. the tip of his head was red and glistening with precum. you looked at his impressive length, how big it was for you, how it felt so good inside you.

“on your knees, y/n. put my cock in your mouth and suck me off like a good girl, okay?”

within seconds you were on your knees. reached your hands up to touch his length but hisoka was quick to slap them away.

“no, just your mouth --- put your hands behind your back.”

you did as instructed and with a just the tip of hisoka’s finger he conjured his bungee gum. the material tied around your wrists ensuring that your hands remained behind your back.

“just in case.” he said with a wink.

before you could say anything in response, hisoka placed his cock inside your mouth. not giving you any time to adjust to his massive length, your jaw unhinged. a pool of saliva began to form on the underside of his cock and dripped to the floor. the sight of made hisoka’s cock twitch in your mouth. he thrusted his hips forward the saltiness of his precum had coated the back of your mouth.

“are you going to make me do all of the work?” he asked between a thrust. “i told you to suck me off, cocksleeve.”

with tears building up in the rim of your eyes you hollowed your cheeks and began to bob your head in a rhythmic pattern. a sound of wet sloshing and gagging filled up the bedroom, music to hisoka’s ears.

“such a good girl.” he praised you.

before you could strengthen your speed hisoka had undid his bungee gum and took a step backward; just far enough for the tip of his cock to rest on your lips.

“crawl towards me. beg for my cock in your mouth. you dirty fucking whore.”

catching a breath in your lungs you nearly whimpered. “h-hisoka please.” you crawled closer to his cock. but before you could place it into your mouth once more he took another step backward, then another. the wall behind you stopped him. he successfully made you crawl across the room drooling for his throbbing, red cock.

he laughed at the sight of you on the floor. hisoka clicked his tongue.

“my, my. if only everyone could see you. so hungry for my cock. tell me how badly you want it.” as he spoke he held his cock firmly in his hands. he stroked his cock in his hands with his eyes on you the entire time.

you sat on your knees and looked up at him. your mascara had run down your cheeks and your mouth was wet from your own saliva and his cum. you licked your lips, tasting his juices on you.

“hisoka --- ”

he just adored it when you said his name. it outweighed any title you gave him. daddy, sir, master --- nothing compared to when you said his name. he threw his head back the speed of his stroking quickened. he began to moan and it upset you knowing that you weren’t the one causing him to do it. quickly you finished your sentence,

“i want your cock. i want your throbbing hard cock --- please.”

“and where do you want it, my love?” he asked with a quirk of his brow.

“anywhere!” you cried out. “please. i’m so wet for you hisoka. i need you.”

“stand up.”

with your legs shaking somehow stood up in front of him. you held your thighs tightly together in order to feel some release of pleasure in your petals. hisoka let go of his cock and showed you his palm that was wet with his juices.

“clean it up.”

you held his wrist and dragged your tongue up his palm and licked through his fingertips moaning while doing so. hisoka whimpered at the lewd sight, completely transfixed by how easily you were following his command. he was mumbling praises mixed with curses. he was just as eager as you therefore you knew the prize you were waiting for was close ahead.

you cleaned his hand dry hisoka grabbed a hold of your waist and spun you around to press against the wall instead. finally, he kissed you. the open mouth kiss had the two of you wrestling your tongues. beads of saliva were falling down your lips and his own. you had opened your legs enough to feel his cock against your clothed clit. you brought your hand down to grasp your fingers around his length. hisoka was quick to remove your hand.

“you were being so good. being so obedient. i didn’t give you permission to touch my cock.”

“i’m --- i’m sorry.” you cried out. your mouth was only inches from his. eager for another kiss he prevented you from placing another.

“put your hands over your head.”

he tied your hands with bungee gum almost immediately. your body was completely at his disposable. he could leave you or he could fuck you and you weren’t sure which he was going to choose. your legs were shaking as your clit was so eager to be touched.

hisoka kissed you, “be a good girl.” you nodded your head.

his kisses trailed down and his hands began to unfasten the choker and bra it was connected to. your nipples were hardened from the intense pleasure you were experiencing. he took one nub into his mouth and the other between his fingers. his other hand was hovering over your clothed clit. he pressed his palm flat down on your clothed pussy.

“i don’t even need to take it off to know who wet you are.”

he greeted you with yet another kiss. was he going to make you beg again? unable to make out a word you hoped he wouldn’t. you hoped he would press his cock firmly inside you. without any bound or restraint.

hisoka had torn the fabric of your panties and threw it behind him. with his knee he spread your legs. he brought his kneecap up to brush against your clit. the fleeting touch caused you to shiver.

“what should i do with you?”

he asked grazing his kneecap against your clit once more. he was teasing you so painfully and you were too warped up in your own pleasure you couldn’t even stutter out a word. thankfully hisoka didn’t take too long with his teasing, he was just as eager as you --- remember ?

he took one of your legs and held it high enough for your pussy to be fully exposed to him. he brushed the tip of his cock against your folds and you cried out his name.

“hisoka! please. oh my god ---please!”

“yes. i know.” he said in a teasing voice.

and with that he pressed his cock inside of you. your hands that were tied above you formed into small fists and such a lewd sound left your lips, you were shocked that you carried a sound like that within your chest.

“you’re so wet you welcomed me in --- but not all the way.” holding your leg slightly higher hisoka now had his cock fully within you. with a full feeling in your stomach, you felt the tip of his cock hit your g-spot. an audible gasp following by a choking noise left your lips.

“so cute!” he praised. you were a mumbling moaning mess, unable to respond to his praises let alone decipher his words. you were in a blinding state of euphoria. so much so that your eyes rolled in the back of your head and your tongue stuck out at him. hisoka moaned loudly at the sight. his lewd noises only made you clench around his cock.

he was thrusting at an intense speed. with one hand balancing your leg up the other was sloppily rubbing your clit. his movements were jagged, rough. he was close to his peak and you weren’t too far behind. hisoka was done with his restless teasing and was dedicated on helping you reach your peak while he was reaching his own.

“should i cum in that dirty little pussy? or on that pretty little face?” hisoka was asking you a question but you could barely answer. he giggled between a moan and thrust. “oh y/n --- oh fuck y/n, you’re so cute.” he was moaning heavily and his thrusts were moving at an erratic pace.

never the type to tell you when he was cumming, he released inside you without warning. his thick cum was spurting out from your pussy and mixing with your own juices. the throbbing feeling of his release was enough for you to finally reach your own peak. you threw your head back and it hit harshly against the wall behind you. the pain flew past you, you were too busy experiencing the orgasm tearing through your stomach and up your veins. your closed eyes began to twitch and your legs were shaking uncontrollably.

without your knowledge hisoka undid his bungee gum. he let go of your leg and caught your weak figure in his arms. with the feeling of his cock still inside you, you whined a bit when he removed himself. with your head heavy on his chest, hisoka lifted you up from the floor. your legs wrapped around his hips as he carried you back onto the bed.

he laid you flat on the sheets he laid right beside you. his hand reached forward to move the strands of sweat-stuck hair on your forehead. eventually that same hand ran down lower. he touched your pussy that was still dripping the remnants of his cum.

he connected your lips with his. this time the kisses were softer; filled with thank yous and love.

“we made a mess.”

he moved his figure to hover above yours. your head followed his movement.

“should i start to clean it up?”

through half lidded eyes, you nodded eagerly --- waiting for your night of pleasure to unfold.

[sohin-ace]

※ A walk with the Jojos

Inspired by a 'A walk with BTS' meme scenario I found somewhere.

Gender neutral and Aromantics friendly :)

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Jotaro: Puts his coat over your shoulders when it gets cold.

A gust of cold wind flew past you and Jotaro as you both strolled down the streets of his hometown peacefully. A sharp shudder coursed through you, goosebumps almost painful on your sensitive skin.

Oh how you wished you brought a jacket or at least your school uniform cardigan with you. The early days of spring had started sunny and trustworthy, but of course, the temperature had to drop on you on that very special day.

Your incessant rubbing of your arms and duck of your head didn't go unnoticed by Jotaro next to you. He was aware of the cold and could see from the corner of his eyes how flushed your fingers were and how you winced with every blow of the unforviging wind.

The boy didn't think twice and sighed, proceeding to shake his long gakuran off of his broad shoulders.

You didn't even notice he was disrobing until you felt heavy and warm fabric suddenly weight down on your shoulders, enveloping you, the loud clanking of chains accompanying the movement.

You looked up at the tall male, pleasantly surprised yet also confused, and he only grumbled in response, looking straight forward.

"Yare yare daze... You could have just asked you know."

You never dared. You couldn't dare. After all, it was your problem that you forgot your jacket at home. It surely wasn't Jotaro's job to fix your mistakes, you thought. You wouldn't bother him for such a trivial matter, no matter how close you were. Of course, Jotaro did not share that mindset at all.

You always wondered how he managed to notice every little changes about you and every single reactions while also acting so nonchalant and careless. Behind his rough appearance and act, you loved Jotaro for his selflessness and his unmatched kindness.

You sighed in bliss as you hugged his jacket closer, so warm and soft around you. What a relief it was for your cold skin, it felt like his very own rare embrace.

It smelled just like him, too. You usually weren't a fan of the smell of nicotine and would often tease him for it, but when it was so deliciously mixed with his foreign cologne and his natural scent, it felt like something close to heaven to you. Something comforting, safe, and incredibly gentle.

His jacket was gigantic compared to you and you were sure you looked like a fool wearing this unfitting blanket, swallowing you and making you look even smaller and ridiculous than you already were next to him.

"Thank you Jotaro." You grinned, appreciative towards this kind giant, who you were grateful to always have your back whenever you needed, without even having to ask him.

He responded with a subtle nod before grabbing your shoulder and keeping his strides forward, seemingly satisfied with his good deed and with your smile.

Joseph: Accidentally trips you when he turns to talk to you.

It wasn't unusual for Joseph to blabber on his bizarre adventures. With all the things he had lived, he always had something to recount.

You'd always tell him to write a book about all his plights, but then you'd remember the guy barely had enough braincells to even put two and two together and instantly drop the idea.

Today was just a normal day in New York City, you had been strolling around with the behemoth, listening intently, or rather, tiredly as he rambled ceaselessly.

You were stuck between loving all his crazy stories and being annoyed at his obnoxious and theatrical, 'Jojo-fied', as you liked to call it, storytelling.

"And then he said 'You'll never touch the ground ever again Joseph Joestar!' but look who's in outer space now, huh?!" He yelled out, making a few heads turn with his exaggerated hand gestures and booming voice.

You nodded your head and responded with very basic 'Uh huh's and 'Oh's, as well as 'That's cool' and whatnot. Not like you didn't care for what he was saying, but you just couldn't figure what to tell him. Also, the unnecessary attention you were getting was quite flustering too.

"GASP! Y/N I ALMOST FORGOT!! I DIDN'T EVEN TELL YOU THE BEST PART YET!!!"

Before you could even process what was happening, Joseph forcefully turned towards you, gasping loudly and intenting to grab your already very well-gripped attention.

But the brute was so clumsy about it, he kicked his unreasonably thick leg in front of your much smaller feet, not warning you as you kept walking, only to trip over him with a yelp that you'd never forget.

"YEEEK-!"

"WOAAH-!!"

With an even louder scream, Joseph tried his best to grab you before you could kiss New York City's piss tainted ground, yanking you to your feet as best as he could, which was more than enough with the strength the man had.

He eventually held you against his chest firmly, his arms belted more than securely around your shoulders and back, shocked and scared that if he loosened his grip even the slightest, you'd either fly away or just collapse.

You panted with adrenaline after regaining your  balance and barely left him any time to laugh at your demise or even react at all.

"JOJO YOU FREAKING DUMBASS!!!" You hollered all your fury, pushing yourself off of him, "I ALMOST DIED HERE!!!!"

Joseph cowered in fear as you proceeded your attacks on his poor arms, chest and face. He yelped in pain, desperately putting his arms up in front of him in hopes to shield himself from your unstoppable slapping. For someone with such small hands, you sure hit hard.

"Ow ow ow stop please! This is abuse!! I'm sorry-Ow! Please, n-not there~ ACK- OKAY FINE I'LL STOP!!!"

Josuke: Notices your shoe lace in untied and ties it for you.

In the small, crazy, noisy and bizarre town that was Morioh, there was a famous legend running.

"That if your boyfriend kneels down to tie your shoelaces for you, they'll never come undone ever again! Do you believe that?" You chuckled, barely paying any attention to your surroundings.

Josuke strolled mindlessly next to you, half listening, half not. You were well aware that boys like him often had a hard time paying attention for more than a minute unless it was about sports, video games, or a very big pair of boobs.

"Hmmh, yeah. Crazy stuff..." He mumbled, looking blankly forward, his eyes catching passing cars and boutiques but his ears catching none of your words.

"Hey... Are you even listening?" You glared suspiciously at him, frustrated already. This boy could never concentrate.

"Oh tell me about it." He replied, not even knowing what he was even responding to. Eye twitching, you tested him one last time.

"Rohan has a really nice ass and I'm much better at Smash Bros than you'll ever be."

"Oh, absolutely. You know it!" He nodded, much to your great offense.

"Hey.. Josuke...!" You growled, ready to give him a good slap of reality, "Higashikata!!"

As if on cue, Josuke glanced down and noticed that your shoelaces were untied as you walked.

Without even thinking twice about it, Josuke moved his hands from where they were resting behind his neck and instantly brought one to your chest, stopping you dead in your tracks.

You shot him a puzzled look at his sudden behavior and he immediately bent over, getting down on one knee, on the floor, in front of you, without a care in the world, right in the middle of the street.

You looked down at him and gasped as you noticed he started tying up your poorly secured shoelaces that you didn't bother knotting properly in the morning.

"Oi-! Josuke, what are you doing?! Get up, it's fine I'll do it mysel-"

"Oh shush." He cut you off, handling the chords into cute and safe little bows on your shoes, like a knight, or a prince, happy to fulfill his duty.

You couldn't hold back your blush at the embarassing and impromptu situation. Your heart raced as you tried to get him to stand up, but he was adamant on helping you whether you were embarassed or not.

The boy was completely nonchalant about the ordeal, never caring about the weird looks you both were getting and the many whispers of 'how cute' and 'what an adorabe couple' people were gushing out.

You couldn't reciprocate the indifference. You knew Josuke was the serving type, and this was normal for him. To make your life easy, to treat you, to protect you.

And to fix you.

"... Are you sure you haven't been listening to me? I feel like you're hitting on me right now Jojo." You raised an eyebrow as he got up, proud of his handiwork.

His expression soon fell into a shocked one and he visibly stiffened, "Huh? What? No I'm not?!"

"You literally tied my shoelaces right after I told you that's a boyfriend thing to do!" You shot back and he blushed deep red, gasping at yout sudden assumptions.

"What??! It's not though!! I'm not- I wasn't even paying attention!"

"You're hitting on me, I'm telling Mr. Jotaro."

"NO DON'T TELL HIM!!!"

Jonathan: Carves his and your initials into a tree.

Jonathan had invited you to join him one afternoon in the usual place you both loved to hang out.

You two talked and walked around a path that you could call your little escape route. One you've used so much, you were pretty sure to be responsible for green-less trail that longed the riverside.

Very suddenly, Jonathan stopped dead in his tracks, without saying anything, effectively grabbing your attention.

"What's wrong, Jojo?" You asked, looking back at him.

Without a warning, he took out a small object from his pocket, smiling coyly at you. You were confused but your expression soon shifted when he pressed on a small mechanism that swiftly revealed a sharp, shiny blade.

You flinched and gasped, bringing a hand to your mouth in shock. "Jojo!! Why are you walking around with a pocket knife?! Are you crazy??!!"

He panicked at your reaction and got flustered, agitating his hands around, a dangerous gesture to make for someone holding a knife.

"N-no no no! Wait, Y/N! It's just- I mean, it's useful sometimes... I mean..." He blabbered, not knowing how to breathe between words anymore, "I don't use it... Or- well... I don't do weird things with it it's just-... I would never-... "

He stuttered anxiously, trying to justify himself, getting more and more stressed with your lack of response. Oh no, God, he didn't want to scare you off or lose you over something like this!

He would never forgive himself if you ever thought he were a dangerous man, or a delinquent, or worse, that he'd ever hurt you, and in such a cowardly way too.

He stopped panicking when you suddenly chuckled.

"Ooouh~ Oh my~" You sang teasingly, before pointing at him in playful accusation "Am I hanging out with a baaaad boy~? Jojo you nasty man!"

"S-... STOP IT!!" He cried out as you laughed your heart out, scared that somebody might hear you and take it the wrong way. "Just... Hold on..."

With the knife in his hand, he turned his back to you and started carving something in the tree trunk. You approached and tried to look over his shoulder, wondering what kind of nonsense he could be drawing in there.

"What is this?" You gently tapped his busy arm and he tried to hide his work from your nosy eyes.

"Wait! It's a surprise! I'm almost done... Just... A little bit..." He grunted a bit as he finished carving the blunt surface, "Aaannd.... Done!"

He stepped back, wiping his brow and leaning his hand on the tree, letting you enough space to admire his little work of art. Proud yet also a bit anxious about your reaction.

You got closer to the little heart he drew on the tree. Heart with both your initials in it. For the sake of discretion, he rathered write your initials over your names, which made it all the more adorable, in your eyes.

You gasped lightly, not able to contain your giddy smile. "Jonathan! That's so cheesy! Who taught you that? Have you been reading those weird romance novels?"

"Yes- I mean, NO! No! I don't read that! I'm a man! Only girls read those!" He spat back, flushing a shade of red you wished you could paint.

"Hmmmmm yeah, right!"

He could only chase you around to hopefully make you stop teasing him. He knew he'd never hear the end of it.

Johnny: Grabs your hand and places it around his arm.

"I gotta say..." You started, happily sipping on your drink, "The best thing about your handicap is how we can skip the line for everything!"

You grinned behind Johnny as you pushed his wheelchair forward, walking around the city for the short time you were in Kansas.

"I know. You'll owe me one by the way." He blankly jested, his tone not matching his humour. You've known him long enough to catch on the little perks of his speech, making you chuckle again.

You balanced your cup with one hand to get a better grip on the chair's handles and got back to pushing him. Johnny was quick to realise you were slowing down every once in a while to drink up.

"Stop." He ordered and you obliged, surprised by the sudden request.

"Huh?" You bent over slightly to try to look at him. "Are you okay? Did you need something?"

"This won't do..."

You walked around to get next to him. You were used to him having his foot falling from the footrest and putting it back before it could hurt him, or needing to reajust his back seat from time to time.

Nothing out of the ordinary, you thought. You would have never expected his next request.

Johnny looked over at you, no words shared, and offered his arm out to you, like the perfect gentleman he was.

"...Jojo?"

"I can move by myself. Drink your tea in peace." He blushed and looked away, sighing to himself.

You couldn't help your smile and endeared look. Your Johnny was always such a kind soul behind what he let show. He was observant and selfless. That's why he wanted to free you the burden of pushing his wheelchair, at least so you could enjoy your drink for a moment.

However it was obvious to you that he wanted you to hold him, so dearly, and had found an excuse for you to do so without asking you such an embarassing question.

You couldn't pass on the cute opportunity, but at the same time, you wanted him to make the first move.

You tilted your head, shooting him a faux confused and oblivious look, letting him know you needed him to be clearer in his request.

He huffed and held back on face palming, cheeks becoming redder by the second. Why were you always doing this to him? Teasing him to no end.

He abruptly grabbed you hand, softening his grip immediately after measuring his strength, and placed it around his arm.

You happily followed his lead and gently grabbed his arm, much sturdier than it looked, and gave him enough space to roll the wheels in pace with you.

"Thank you Johnny~" You chimed happily and he let out the ghost of a smile in response, smile that you sadly missed.

Giorno: Makes you dance with him when you walk past a busker.

You passed along a bay in Naples with Giorno, both of you exceptionnally finishing school early due to the surprising absence of your math teacher.

You both talked and suddenly heard the distant sound of accordion, getting louder and louder the more you walked.

You paused, much more intrigued by the musician  on the paved pedestrian street, playing a beautiful song for all to listen to. He was a sweet-looking old man, playing a traditionnal Tarantella, the iconic sound of Italy.

Giorno stopped with you, wanting to hear more of what this busker had to offer. You smiled, appreciating the sweet melody and calculated movements of the instrumentalist.

Giorno suddenly walked up in front of you, bending down at the waist to offer his hand out to you, his intense green eyes inviting you and snatching you out of your rêverie.

"Would you care to honor me with a dance, Y/N?"

You gasped silently and felt your cheeks burn at his words, his voice like velvet.

"W-... What? Right here, right now...?" You hesitated, but still gently laid your hand over his soft one, seeking reassurance in his hold.

Giorno was always a charming and extremely well-mannered boy despite the lack of proper education he had received. You would always tell him how princely he looked and acted, and he never failed to impress you by his eloquence, his broad mind, and his gestures.

But you surely did not expect him to propose you a dance, out in public. The sole idea was making you self-conscious, but also excited.

He ever-so-slightly closed his fingers around yours, expecting your consent with a soft smile. You were always at ease with Giorno, for the years you've known each other. Why would you ever refuse anything he asks you?

Like he had read through your heart, Giorno swiftly pulled you towards him, placing his hand right at the small of your back, keeping you up close and personal.

You giggled at the cheesy and intimate position, placing your free hand on his shoulder and ready to mess up the pace.

"I'll step on your toes!" You playfully warned him and he chuckled, endeared.

"Don't worry, Y/N. Just follow my lead."

The busker, noticing you two, smiled and finished up his song, immediately starting up a waltz, the nicest and sweetest of his repertoire.

Giorno confidently started in graceful and fluid movements. You followed him, guided by his assured poise. You tried not to stare down at your feet, which was easy task once you got captivated by his strong gaze.

You focused on your rhythm and his steps. You always wondered why he had randomly decided to teach you to waltz, but now you were grateful that he did, because you truly felt like royalty, and this feeling was priceless.

Pedestrians gathered, watching, amused by the splendid show before them. Two adorable teenagers dancing and living their youth, accompanying the busker.

You laughed, both from nervousness and happiness, knowing well Giorno would hold up the skies just to see you smile like this.

After stepping on Giorno's poor toes more than often enough, and after almost crashing down on him, you two decided it was time to go.

Giorno made sure to tip the gifted old man handsomely, much more than conventionnal, making him wonder how such a young boy could have so much money to spare.

Jolyne: Shares her headphones with you.

You walked side by side with Jolyne. You had planned on having a nice walk alongside the beach together, but the weather had seemed to betray you two, with unusually cloudy grey skies and cold breezes.

And thus, you were prompted to walk through town instead. You were happy either way, as long as you were with Jolyne, your most favourite girl in the world, it didn't really matter where you went or what you did.

The entire walk was silent and, as much as you knew Jolyne wasn't necessarily the most talkative type, the fact that she hasn't removed her earphones at all from the moment you both joined earlier really threw you off.

You guessed she wasn't in the mood for talking. You could absolutely understand that, but the way she seemed to completely ignore you and cross you out of conversing with her at all saddened you.

Maybe she didn't want to go out at all and she just didn't have the heart to cancel on you.

You looked down, with all these questions plaguing your mind, wondering if you had done something to make her distant.

Before you could drown in more self-doubt, she nudged your arm and grabbed your attention. She was smiling at you with her cute green lips.

You looked at her confused, like you had been dreaming it all about her being upset with you. She looked so excited, suddenly.

She pulled out her green iPod, one that she had decorated with tacky semi-permanent tattoos from an infamous bubblegum brand, and immediately gave you one of her earbuds.

"Girl, you have to listen to this. It's Jimi Hendrix playing, listen, listen!" You obliged and put the earbud on, listening to her song intently, "This man's crazy, what the fuck? And they say lefties can't play guitar..."

You kept on listening, the song in one ear, Jolyne's comments in the other. She was lost in the music, playing air guitar and singing bits of the song. It was absolutely endearing to see her so happy about such a little thing.

"So? So? Did you like it?" She turned to you with a big grin as the song ended, her eyes wide and starry with hope of your validation, "I love this song sooo much, I had to make you listen! How was it? Be honest!"

You chuckled, overwhelmed by her enthusiasm and adorable giddiness, "It was really cool Jolyne, you have nice tastes. Send it to me next time."

"Yess!!!" She cheered, pumping her fist in the air in victory. "Alright, let's get some bagels now, I'm starving."

She wrapped a strong arm around your shoulder, tired of the distance separating you. "My treat! Oh! And you have to show me that new group you told me about the other day. Even Hermes is talking about them now."

You couldn't bite back your growing smile as she squeezed you close. Not because of the very appealing call of bagels, even though you were more than looking forward to that, but because of how sweet Jolyne was to you despite what she appeared.

Showing her deepest interests to you when she wasn't much of a sharer was her own love language.

[wagner-fell]

Mari kicked down the dressing room door with a bang so loud Kevin jumped and spilled his hot coffee cup all over himself. Hearing his yelps of pain, Astrid peaked her head out of the curtain, laughed at his expense then shut it again. Maria ignored that.

They strutted out to where the boys were sitting and struck a pose. “Can I rock cottage core or can I rock cottage core?”

Kit didn’t trust himself to speak. He simply nodded instead. While the baby blue dress with short, ruffled sleeves looked a bit out of place paired with Mari’s bulging muscles, she looked absolutely stunning.

The Merry Hoes were located in the back room of the antique store Kevin’s family owned. The Chu’s just got a large donation of vintage clothing. Mari had just gotten their pay check from the downworlder gym she worked at. Kit and Astrid really didn’t want to do their maths homework. It was destiny.

Despite being downworlders both Blessica and Kevin still lived at home. Mari, though, lived with the rest of their pack in an old Edwardian mansion a few blocks away from school. However the five of them slept over at each other’s place of residence so often they blurred together in the young Herondale’s mind. He could really only tell them apart by their smells.

Mari’s reeked of dirty laundry as they were one of four folks on the feminine side of the gender scale out of the lycanthropy of London, Blessica excluded. Her house smelled like Ube, a type of yam her Filipino parents put in everything. Kit couldn’t complain. Ube flavoured ice cream was the best thing he’s ever eaten. Aside from Mari. Though he wasn’t usually the one… Nevermind.

Kevin’s house smelled of Longjing tea and red wine. A peculiar combination that oddly enough, worked quite well.

Astrid had two homes as her parents divorced at the age of six. Stepping into her mom’s house was like stepping into a cookie factory. Which made sense as her mom owned a bakery and lived above it. Kit didn’t know exactly what Astrid’s dad’s place smelled like, let alone looked like, but he could make an educated guess that it was similar to the Los Angeles Institute because it was in LA too.

After they separated, Miss Yang fled to Devon to dodge the possibility of seeing her ex-husband when they exchanged Astrid. Kit related to her on a deep, personal level.

Now Astrid spent her summers in America and Kit drained his battery on international phone calls.

Her three months in the USA each year helped him bond with her better when they had first been introduced. For example, her ringtone was the Perry the Platypus theme song. Blessica, Kevin and Maria had no clue what it was but when the music reached Kit’s ears, the two sang an epic duet that put Kiss Me More (the second most iconic duet in history) to shame.

“How much is this anyway,” asked Mari, turning in a circle to see if there was a price tag. In the process she sent the fabric fluttering as she went. It made them look more magical than ever.

“There is no price on fabulousness,” said Astrid. She had on loose, black dress pants, a white shirt, and black suspenders with gold blemishes.

“Yes there is,” replied Kevin. “54 euros.”

“54 euros,” exclaimed Mari.

“Well it would have been €34 but you made me spill my coffee and this shirt was 20 so..”

“Seriously, Kev. I will fuck your mom. You think I won’t?” A pause. “Wait, only twenty €20?”

“Oh, I know right! There is this incredible thrift store down on Fleet Street and-”

“Don’t care,” interrupted Mar. She took one last look in the mirror before turning back to him. “I’ll give you your parents' price, not your dramatic ass’s one.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Fine. But it’s an extra €10 for the shoes.”

Mari looked down at her tan sandals. They leaned against the door they just excited to take the footwear off. “Racist,” she muttered under her breath.

“I’m literally Chinese.”

“Homophobic, then.”

“Pansexaul,” he sang.

Mari was silent for a moment before she banged on the door into the room Blessica was changing into her rose pink gown. “Blessie! Do I have permission to call Kev transphobic in your name?”

“Hey,” said Kevin, looking up from his task of rubbing a paper towel across his sheer, white shirt. “That’s cheating. Blessie, don’t listen to them!”

The nickname ‘Blessie’ was what her family exclusively called her. She turned red when they had first found out. Granted, it wasn’t hard to make Blessica blush. All she had to do was stand in Kevin’s general area.

“Blessica,” called Mari once again. When she still didn’t answer, Maria stood up and pressed their forehead against the changing room door. “You okay?”

“No,” Blessica croaked out finally. Her hoarse voice was laced with sorrow. Upon hearing her speak, Kevin abandoned any hope of saving his top and joined Mari at the door. Kit and Astrid were quick to follow.

“Hey,” said Astrid gently. “What’s wrong?”

Blessica began to sob. “The dress doesn’t fit right,” she whimpered.

“That’s okay,” soothed Kevin. “We have other sizes.”

“Kev, it doesn’t fit my body because it wasn’t made for my body. I just feel so ugly.” All the other Merry Hoes made various sounds of distress. Kit was instantly reminded of Dru,

He was suddenly fifteen again. In Ty’s bedroom as he told him of all the times she’d been told she wasn’t pretty by members of the Shadowhunter society. And all the times Emma or Julian or another member of her family had reassured her that she was. The thought occurred to Kit that maybe they weren’t Emma-y as Blessica needed them to be.

“It’s just like,” started Blessica, “I started taking Estrogen seven months ago, you know? And I still don’t have anything to show for it.”

His mind was racing a mile a minute. “Yes you do,” he said.

“I do?” she asked, sounding dubious.

“Your voice!”

“You do have a really nice voice,” agreed Astrid. “You could totally narrate audiobooks or something.”

“No it’s not,” grumbled Kevin.

“Kevin,” said Mari, glaring daggers at him. ‘Kevin’ in this case didn’t mean Kevin. It meant ‘Shut your mouth right or I will actually kill you’.

“No, not like that! It’s just…” he was blushing profusely now. “Her voice is like the rain. Most of the time it’s soft and warm and it wraps you in one big, wet hug. You can’t help but feel, well, blessed to get to feel it touching your skin.. But when it rains hard you feel every single drop land. But no matter what kind of rain it is, the impact is always enormous. Uh, yeah, her voice is like that.” There was a moment of prolonged silence, where Blessica had stopped crying but no one was brave enough to talk.

The door opened and Kit, Kevin and Astrid stumbled backwards. Mari didn’t. Stupid gorgous jock, Kit thought as she survayed her inferiourors.

Blessica stood in the open doorway. Her eyes were puffy and red. The dress looked perfect on her. Not that this style hadn’t looked perfect on Mari but their arms were so thick, they filled up the entire selve. Blessica was so petite you could see her bones clearly through the skin. It highlighted the flowness of the gown extremely well. “You guys like my voice?” Then, “why are you all staring at me, is it that bad?”

“Blessie,” said Mari. “You can’t just put on that in front of four people who like women and expect them not to stare.”

“Respectfully, of course,” added Kit.

“Just tell us if it makes you uncomfortable,” agreed Kevin.

“Step on me,” breathed Astrid.

“But then again,” said Mari, “you validate yourself too.”

“Run me over with a cement truck.”

“We can see your hot as fuck. But more importantly you have to believe you’re hot as fuck.”

“You could literally kill me and I’d get on my knees to thank you.”

Blessica was blushing as hard as Kevin now. They sheepishly smiled at each other before turning away. “Simp,” said Kit and he held out his hand. Astrid dutifully rewarded him with a high five.

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my thoughts on every Hellfire Gala outfit (in order of appearance in the Guidebook)

emma frost - all 3 of her outfits capture her seductive persona perfectly, as well as showing the world how influential she can be, if she so chooses; overall one of my favorites wardrobes at the event (and probably in comic books in general)

rogue - *just chef’s kiss* again, one of my faves; the 80′s vibes with the collar and the sunglasses are immaculate

angel - an almost perfect blend of simple and chic, but could’ve done something to add to it (a halo or a design on the pants?); how dope would an archangel dichotomy look on him in the future

rachel summers - im in the minority when i say i adore this outfit; it just is an amazing homage to her old spunky outfit with more flair, but i do agree that the make-up is a bit much

captain britain - not one of my favorites, but still very adequate; the red really doesn’t mix with the flag dress for me, but the butterflies were a nice touch

storm - just a simple 15/10; if she wore this outfit as her normal costume, i wouldn’t even mind - in fact, i would cherish that fact

kitty pryde - not a fan; kitty’s color has never been red for me, but i can see why people would like it and the meaning it has regarding her “red queen” status in the hellfire club

penance/m - very eye-catching and aesthetically pleasing; big fan of the make-up as well, overall would give it a solid 8.5/10

jean grey - do i need to even explain how amazing and how much this outfit suits her; one of the best outfits at the gala, no doubt

cyclops - not a strict favorite, but still a very good design with an interesting visor concept 

mastermind - very steampunky and fitting for an ex-hellfire club member; i dig the shade of brown and the cuffs’ color interaction with the cane

selene - too safe; so much more could’ve been done, even if the look itself isn’t horrible

madrox - very confusing to the eye; again - the eye makeup is on point, but an outfit more closely related to his multiple man costume would’ve been the superior choice

sunspot - cool concept, dissapointing execution; if his look would’ve been “less clothes, more mercury-esque type of outfit”, where his outfit was built upon his mutant physiology, it would’ve had a much more pleasing outcome

wolverine/x-23 - not bad, but maybe too safe and basic; the top half of the dress looks decent but more shapes and designs that play on her figure would’ve made for a much more interesting ensamble (cuts where the blue “wolverine” stripes were?)

synch - breathtaking; absolutely no gripes with this design

cannonball - love the cape/poncho element, but i would’ve liked some more color or a motif to make the overall suit more interesting to look at; the goggles were a nice touch

sunspot - magnificent; the mask tying in with the coat masterfully, solidifies this as a 10/10

colossus - another winner; piotr looks absolutely menacing and powerful with the long flowing cape and even the ushanka, capturing his roots with a simple but elegant black and red color scheme

polaris - model-worthy dress and a captivating silhouette, but a lackluster addition of jewlery, make-up and hairstyle are a 6/10 for me

aurora - glamorous dress, but again very uninspired regarding the little details and the hair

northstar - very “leather-bound prince” vibes, which isn’t a bad thing but nothing really to stand out; still a good 7.5 though

eye-boy - i absolutely revere this design, as i see virtually no flaws with it; trevor really rocks this “deity” look

daken - boring, dull and utterly bland; the lack of shoes cements this suit as possibly one of the worst designs at the whole gala imo

kyle - now we’re talking; blue is really kyle’s color and the silver accents just tie this whole design up, but the bottom being so uninteresting makes this outfit slightly less appealing (some silver around the ankles or on the thighs could’ve really made that bottom part stand out)

prodigy - makeup and dress are absolutely impeccable, but the wings and shoes are kind of confusing me as they really don’t match neither prodigy neither his powers 

bishop - the only good thing i can say is that his shoes aren’t terrible; very unpleasant and again out-of-touch with bishop’s personality and character

sebastian shaw - kinda all-over the place, but the fur coat gives him some shoulder volume; what is with the red shoes and the blue suit?

pyro - very simple, yet classy; some rings or a belt could’ve really elevated those plain areas

banshee - sharp and neat, exactly as it should be; nothing showstopping but beautiful in it’s simplicity

iceman - what is with all the wings on characters with dresses?; nothing cohesive about this design, just screams - “notice me, i’m here”

psylocke - the blossoms are beautiful, but nothing else really stands out; her plunging neckline adds to her personality as a seductress, but the bottom of the dress is really unfitting for the style it was going for

mr. sinister - charming and very “high-class”; all the edges really make sinister’s silhouette stand out, a good 8/10

exodus - a little bit all over the place, with the gigantic shoes and multiple shades of purple but the cape with the gold shoulder plates is dashing

havok - one of my personal favorites; simply fantastic and very in-touch with havok’s whole character and his past gear

mystique - exquisite dress, with the feathers really adding to that “evil queen” type of look the designer was going for; the jewlery adds some shine to her dark color scheme - an amazing idea with an amazing execution

dazzler - for being a pop diva, this design is anything but dazzling; a flowing dress as an homage to her 80′s jumpsuit with the rollers would’ve been much better than a “light show to hide the blandness”

mercury - okay now we can work with this; you could chalk this up to me being a fan of the “outfit being part of the character’s body” trope, but this design speaks to me with the only thing i’d have changed being a more sophisticated hairstyle

loa - THE LIONFISH DRESS; that’s all i wanted to say, 11/10

nightcrawler - okayyy, big “hellfire club x pirates” vibes with this one; peculiarly suits kurt, i even like the musketeer hat with the oversized feather

pixie - the uncanny (pun intended) “dark fairy” aesthetic suits megan; even if it isn’t one of my most favorite designs, i can appreciate it for what it is and yes here the butterflies and the wings tie into the character and her powers

mirage/moonstar - not many good things that i can point out, even if the design isn’t bad per se, it’s just not something i see mirage wearing - to a gala, ball, party or whatever

warlock - i mean you really can’t do much with warlock, but yeah, a bowtie and a middle part don’t do it for me

karma - bewitching, that’s the word; i would’ve added some more jewelry somewhere, but that’s the my only gripe as the hot pink IS karma’s colour

magik - my absolute favorite design out of the new mutants; the flamboyance, the vibrance, the vivaciousness, the horns - the only thing slightly throwing me off are the hooves, but i’m willing to overlook that for the sake of the argument that she IS the queen of limbo, after all

warpath - imo a very chaotic and jumbled design; contrary to everyone’s opinion, my favorite part are the spikes which to me are it’s only saving grace

magneto - pops has style, i’ll give him that; the gold makes him seem like royalty but it is a bit overkill

frenzy - jo looks f-i-n-e and that’s all i’m gonna say, perfect on all fronts

wiz kid - not my thing, even if i can see why anyone would find it enjoyable; the shade of red is a bit too vibrant for my liking and the weird cross things are too disorganised, but again - isn’t an atrocious design

khora - i’m gonna be honest, i had no clue who khora was before seeing her design; since then i’ve looked her up and despite me not really caring for her character, i find her design spectacular as she is giving me “space girl” vibes (also i like the use of the joan of arc hair here)

manifold - one of my ABSOLUTE favorites; everything about this suit is just flawless - from the color scheme to the patterns all-around

jubilee - while i don’t hate it, jubilee is much flashier than this dress allows for; the lotus design also isn’t horrible but so much could’ve been done to do her character justice

gambit - another design i’m indifferent towards, but again - gambit is such a flamboyant character, his charm can’t carry a bland black suit with a speck of purple on it’s own; missed potential™

monarch - the all-white was an interesting choice, and while i know the reason behind his outfit i would’ve enjoyed a white suit with gold details, akin to magneto and professor x’s a little more

gloriana/meggan - literally the definition of “blue fairy”; completely indifferent towards it, but something more interesting could’ve been explored

rictor - i’m in the minority here when i say that i absolutely love this outfit; from the cape down to the makeup i find this outfit great, as it shows rictor is back to more vibrant colors :)

wolverine - understand the choice between it, but one word is enough for me to describe it - bland;

sage - i actually enjoy sage’s outfit as simple as a black dress is; definitely far from a favorite but suits her character and shows enough of her legs, which adds to that model look

domino - again, i know why she’s wearing it, as she and the rest of these guys are like the “bodyguards” of the gala but c’mon - some details could’ve been added to make these suits a bit more interesting and more personalized

beast - i’ve already stated what i think of these suits, but here the choice of shorts for hank puzzles me

kid omega - look at how they massacred my boy; hot pink isn’t present anywhere, in any form, in his clothes, so an automatic 1/10

professor x - what?

+bonus

speed - how adorable does tommy look in his little “fairy prince” get-up; the make-up (akin to david’s) really adds to him and his boyfriend’s palettes that clash in the most perfect way

abigail brand - PIRATE QUEEN PIRATE QUEEN PIRATE QUEEN

shatterstar - i mean i would comment on his outfit, but he isn’t wearing anything but shorts but yay, our boy is back; i can overlook this uninspired look, seeing as this is gaveedra’s official return to comics

pete wisdom - sometimes less is more, and while i don’t hate it, pete normally wears a suit as his costume so the design really didn’t stray too far

stepford cuckoos - nuns? really? not horrible but c’mon, they are emma’s girls - their style should be octaves higher

tempo - absolutely on brand; don’t know much about tempo, but some eccentric make-up would’ve really put the cherry on top, but as a “welcomer to the party” of sorts i see why they didn’t go too crazy

rhapsody - as simple as the dress is, it really suits her well and clashes with her skin perfectly; something wilder could’ve been done to the hair, but then again - she should be able to see the strings to play after all

christian frost - nothing here is enunciating “white bishop” at all for me; not absolutely horrible, but more could’ve been done to let us know of his status in the club (an homage in the form of a 1800s suit wiith some modern touches perhaps?)

shinobi shaw - finally something worth talking about; shinobi looks dapper, as i love the design on his suit - clean, sleek and simple, but oh so fitting

wilhelmina kensington - it’s just... eh?, she’s just wearing a dress and her hair is in a simple bun; nothing to write home about, but seeing as she’s supposed to be a fashionable character at her core, this was kind of dissapointing

fenris - now, as weird as it seems i don’t despise this design... yes, something more interesing could’ve been done to make them stand apart, but somehow the “gladiator” looks work for the pair; i adore the head accesories as well

roulette - look i understand the color choices, but really? they couldn’t have played up her powers or shown them on her design in any way? i don’t believe that; a pink dress with black/white dots somewhere, or just straight up her discuses as her dress would’ve made this look so much more memorable

catseye - alright we get it, the hellions yada yada... but give our girls something more eye catching to wear or at the least include some detalis alluding to their powers, they just blend in the crowd for me

skin - i mean, was that really the best he could do? skin’s outfit could’ve been played with a lot more, don’t just make him a hipster and think “job well done, let’s pack for the day”; the only thing i liked is that it included his generation x colors, and even that is a stretch (pun intended)

cypher - classic tuxedo... doug looks nice, but compared to the wild designs there he blends with the crowd like a needle in a haystack; should’ve played around with some warlock motifs somewhere imo

neal shaara - as much as that pink suits neal, nothing here says “thunderbird” for me; now i know he stopped using that moniker a while ago, but at least a little nod towards that would’ve been enough, a 2/10 ‘cause i like the color

stacy x - really stace? as a former dominatrix i was expecting more than a “medieval peasant”, completely not her style; in the context of the story it kinda makes sense, but still - outfit changes aren’t off the table at any event

callisto - even though the white dress suits her, we’ve seen her wear exclusively white since her start as the white knight, i think a small design on her eyepatch or some kind of motif (a flower? fleur-de-lis? something royal?) on the dress itself would’ve elevated the good, while masking the dullness in her attire

the five (hope, proteus, tempus, egg & elixir) - i’m grouping the five in one (put intended) as all their outfits were such a minor cry from their usual uniforms that it’s almost criminal; was expecting a lot more for hope and elixir espeically, but again proteus is on point with a slightly altered physiological outfit and i’m a sucker for those

boom-boom - from what i’ve seen fanarts do, the boring pink dress was extremely underwhelming; the sunglasses are a staple and the dress is cute, but this is THE boom-boom we’re talking about, her fashionista side has always been a major side of her character, c’mon now... missed potential™

wolfsbane - literally gave us nothing. nothing i tell you... wolfsbane has SO MUCH potential to go all werewolf, to incorporate some crosses & other religious imagery.. but no, her costume. how dissapointing...

gimmick - we all have our thoughts on children of the atom, and even if mine are on the “bad” side, i have to gulp it down and admit that carmen looks absolutely breathtaking here; the amazon look really is something else, beautiful contrast with her skin, just wow - better-dressed than some of the x-men 🤭

armor - hisako absolutely “ate and left no crumbs”, i can’t see a single flaw here - from her dress, to her hair and especially those armored accents, with my only minor gripe is that something a little more eccentric could’ve been cooked up as far as make-up goes, but even with that an elegant 10/10 is in order

marrow - simple but elegant; set out to be self-contained and achieved that with grace and perfection, a really great, if not a bit too modest look

legion - orange pants. that’s it. -10/10

graymalkin (& anole) - again grouping the two as they basically did the skin gig and just put on a random tank top in a random colour and called it a day... guys, do better...

galura - i don’t know anything about the character, but what i do know is that she dresses well and she knows it; appearing as karma’s dance partner, her almost “angelic” attire compliments karma’s hot pink coat beautifully