#whiteboarding is fun but coloring things in is hell

[osamucide]

ADA secret santa . . . .ᐟ

wc: 1.4k

cw: crack, everyone is a menace, no reader included, probably some ooc, language, alcohol, drug mentions, suggestive gifts but nothing strictly nsfw, this is really just silliness

reid: happy christmas to those who celebrate! this was fun to write and think about i hope you guys enjoy and get a kick out of imagining this chaotic group being a dysfunctional family as much as i do

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first things first: who gets who?

just like everything else at the agency, it’s a fucking ordeal.

dazai writes down everyone’s names to draw out of kenji’s hat, but he’s given them all nicknames, some more horrendous than others, and kunikida’s standing at the whiteboard writing down everyone’s favorite colors and t-shirt sizes when naomi pulls a name and asks, “who is ‘bawss bitch’?”

“president fukuzawa, duh,” dazai chirps.

cue face-palms and eye-rolls around the room.

“naomi, draw again. the whole point is that no one else kn-“

“thanks, ranpo, we know the point.” yosano reaches into the hat for herself. “who is . . . ‘tightass’?”

everyone glances to kunikida, who freezes and turns slowly, threateningly, toward the bandaged menace.

dazai tries so hard to contain his laugh, but ends up snorting unceremoniously.

so, commence kunikida choking him out and demanding he write down everyone’s proper goddamn names so they all know what the hell is going on. atsushi’s on it, copying everyone’s legal, government-registered first and last name down onto one sticky note each, and the drawing restarts.

names are distributed. instructions follow. yosano lovingly requests the biggest bottle of tequila the budget will allow.

the office party will start on christmas eve at 6pm.

. . .

naomi’s forcing junichiro into the ugliest, most uncomfortable-looking matching sweater anyone in the office has ever seen in all of their days (it’s got glitter-hot glue balls and messily sown-in sequins all over it. it’s hard to tell if it depicts something festive or if it’s the cover of lil wayne’s 1999 studio album tha block is hot).

yosano has cracked into the bottle of wine she’s kept stashed under her desk all day and is drinking straight from it.

ranpo’s encouraging her to chug while he makes a sizable dent in the huge tray of cookies provided by fukuzawa.

atsushi’s on the verge of tears because he’s never celebrated christmas with anyone who cares about him before, and kenji’s doing a mediocre job at consoling him.

dazai has brought eggnog and announces to everyone, at the exact moment that kunikida finishes off his third glass, that it’s spiked.

kyoka’s dragging haruno toward the group, where she places a reindeer antler-headband atop the older girl’s head. kyoka smiles so purely at her. it puts the fear of god into poor haruno.

it is 6:08pm.

once junichiro’s in his sweater and thoroughly suffering and atsushi’s stopped hiccuping, fukuzawa summons everyone around the tiny office tree for secret santa.

and here’s who got who.

. . .

president fukuzawa has drawn ranpo’s name for the third year in a row. he always goes with some sort of snack, but this year he found these on etsy and couldn’t resist.

the boss lets out a chuckle. everyone is jazzed. atsushi covers kyoka’s eyes. ranpo sticks his tongue out at fukuzawa (but cracks into the bag immediately).

. . .

ranpo drew yosano.

yosano lets out an unhinged laugh and puts it on. ranpo, mouth full of gummy dicks, lovingly retrieves a bottle of tequila from hiding. already half a bottle of wine and two glasses of eggnog in, yosano throws her arms around the great detective for a siblingly hug. atsushi is covering kyoka’s eyes again. he wonders if he’ll have to do this for every present.

. . .

yosano got kunikida.

“sorry, I couldn’t find an actual prescription.” kunikida’s lips are pursed in disappointment, not out of lack of appreciation but for shame in her joke. everyone knows it holds weight. dazai is on his ass laughing. kunikida remarks how he’s been needing a back pillow for his desk chair anyway. atsushi has his head in his hands.

. . .

kunikida got junichiro.

dazai and ranpo are nodding solemnly. no one is laughing because it’s true other than naomi who insists kunikida really does have a sense of humor. wow!

. . .

junichiro drew dazai’s name.

“awww!” dazai croons, holding it to his chest before going to place it on his desk next to his nameplate. “tanizaki, I’m so glad you think so.” again, everyone knows it’s true and laughs because of it this time.

. . .

dazai got fukuzawa.

it’s extra funny to dazai at this point because the boss is such a cat guy and also he and yosano have already snuck off cousins-at-thanksgiving style outside to smoke whatever (all while he’s on his way to being plastered. yosano’s the resident alcoholic, yes, but no one can ever truly contain dazai’s festive substance use). fukuzawa laughs - it has to be an effect of the alcohol on him too, everyone thinks, because no way would the stoic man ever crack a smile at such a gift let alone actually use this fucking mousepad. dazai tells him he’ll cry if he doesn’t see it on his desk next week.

. . .

a break proceeds because kunikida swears something got fucked up in the drawing process now that half of them have looped around. yosano, dazai, and ranpo are doing tequila shots. haruno explains to kunikida that it’s fine - someone had to go first - and they should just pick someone to start the second round of gifts. kunikida’s scribbling in his notebook trying to figure out what they screwed up. kenji insists that they’re already playing the game, there’s no point in trying to rewrite it now as long as everyone has a gift! kunikida looks visibly intoxicated like he’s about to pop a vein in his forehead, so kenji just laughs nervously and takes the reins. he tells kyoka to go next.

. . .

kyoka drew haruno.

it’s in a pretty purple bag, christmas spirit somewhat lost upon the child. atsushi almost starts crying again (dazai’s been slipping him eggnog). kyoka’s already assembled and glued the flower together. haruno smiles appreciatively. it will go on the front desk.

. . .

haruno got naomi.

no one expects this from haruno but it’s a huge hit, especially juxtaposed with junichiro’s gift from kunikida. it’s a book cover over a blank notebook and the only thing she apologizes for is that it doesn’t say “sibling.” naomi is red in the face and forcing a laugh. dazai and yosano are a second away from hoisting the girl up on their shoulders like she just made a winning touchdown. atsushi’s head is in his hands again.

. . .

naomi got atsushi.

it’s him if he was a single-celled organism, kenji remarks. atsushi is wholeheartedly pleased with this gift and gives naomi an extremely awkward hug. he holds onto it like a lifeline for the rest of the night.

. . .

atsushi pulled kenji’s name.

he wasn’t sure how seriously to take the gift, but he thought these were fitting. kenji beams and jumps up and down and hugs atsushi so tight the older boy starts to go blue in the face.

. . .

and finally, kenji drew kyoka.

kyoka wants the spiderman one. kenji obliges.

. . .

new and old traditions alike arise; yosano and ranpo each gift each other $20. fukuzawa has given both of them the $20. it's a ritual they refuse to let die. dazai tries to get kunikida to do a shot out of his mouth which leads to shouting and beating. atsushi sits both of them down on the couch and forces them to drink water and be nice to each other. naomi, haruno, and junichiro pick out a christmas movie to project onto the wall as background noise; they settle on a cheesy musical hallmark movie suspiciously similar to the one they put on last year. kyoka and kenji join ranpo in raiding the dessert table. yosano is singing! she is trying to get everyone to sing with her. dazai is the only one who joins. he is wearing the i ♥️ cock(tails) hat. they start with silent night and end with skeeyee by sexyy red.

before long, drunken detectives fall into their chairs and couches with blankets and plates of sweets to get comfy for home alone 2. dazai wants a whole couch to himself but that's unfair, so he settles for stretching his gangly ass legs across kunikida and tanizaki. kyoka and kenji curl up on the floor in a pile of blankets; the girl looks on the verge of sleep. naomi and haruno squeeze into a chair; yosano finds herself flat on the ground, nearly finished bottle of wine in hand; ranpo's feet are kicked up on the nearest desk and he sits in his chair near fukuzawa, who overlooks his employees with tired satisfaction. atsushi glances around at his his colleagues, and for as unhinged as they are, he feels lucky to have a group of people so welcoming to call his friends. all is peaceful and happy, except for ranpo's incessant burping and yosano's eventual snoring. it's fine.

merry fucking christmas.

[nyaiiaii]

Double life whiteboards from before session 5.. pearl and tilly against the world

[fruitcoops]

since your Possessive!Remus thing was literal perfection, would you consider writing Possessive!Sirius? I feel like Loops would get hit on by a lot of guys who see it as some sort of challenge to steal him away from Cap and I wanna see Cap react... strongly to that 👀😂

Ohohoho, I like the way your mind works! Hope you enjoy! The possessive!Remus fic is called Hey, Jealousy and is linked here if anyone would like to read it.

TW for implied sexual content and heavy flirting, attempted groping/ the inability to understand a simple ‘no’.

Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove, as always!

The music was loud enough that Remus’ head hurt if he paid too much attention to it—luckily, he was a little preoccupied dancing with his fiancé. Their cheeks brushed every few seconds, and if Remus glanced up slightly he knew he would see Sirius’ face illuminated in the vibrant club lights that flashed in a thousand different colors.

Sweat made his hair stick to his forehead and he pushed it out of his eyes; he felt it on the back of Sirius’ neck as well, as if he had just played a hard shift on the ice. He couldn’t even remember which of the guys had suggested going to a club in the first place, but they had come along to let loose and get out of the house for a change. It was a Friday night, after all—why shouldn’t they have some fun?

He tapped the back of Sirius’ neck and tilted his head toward the bar, shouting “water!” as clearly as he could. Sirius smiled and kissed his forehead before letting go of his waist. People jostled him on all sides and he thanked whatever higher power existed that nobody spilled their drinks—or anything else—on him.

“Two waters, please,” he panted to the bartender, wiping his forehead off with the shoulder of his shirt. The woman nodded and headed back for clean glasses.

“This one’s on me,” a deep voice said as someone sidled up to his right with a smirk. “Hey, sexy. I’m Cal.”

Remus smiled politely. “Thanks for the offer, Cal, but I think water’s free.”

“Then I’d be happy to get you something else. What’s your name, cutie?”

“I’m not really in the habit of talking to strangers,” he said. God, this place was so fucking loud. “Coincidentally, neither is the person I came here with. Have a good one.”

Cal squinted at him in the low light and his smile broadened into a challenge. Shit. “Where’s your boyfriend, mystery guy?”

It’s not a mystery that I don’t want to fucking talk to you. Remus rolled his eyes and leaned on the bar counter, searching the crowd for Sirius; he was hanging out by the back wall, laughing with Kuny as Remus pointed to him. “There. The one with the backwards hat.”

“That guy?” Cal shook his head with a laugh and Remus bit the inside of his cheek. “I saw him dancing earlier, he has no rhythm.” He turned what was probably supposed to be a smolder on Remus. “Dancing with me would be a lot more fun, I can promise you that.”

He snorted. “Uh-huh. Sure, dude. Sadly, I don’t have any rhythm either.”

“I could teach you.” Cal was leaning closer and Remus could smell his overdone cologne.

“I’ll pass.”

“Come on, don’t be like that.” Movement caught the corner of his eye and he reached down, hauling Cal’s hand upward by the wrist.

He made direct eye contact with him. Blood thundered in his ears. “I said no. Touch my ass and we’re going to have a real problem.”

“Hey, chill out.” Cal pulled his wrist away and held his hands up in surrender. “Can we talk about it outside or something?”

Remus almost laughed. “Fucking hell, you’re persistent. What part of I am in a relationship are you failing to understand with the two braincells left in your goddamn head? That updo might be sharp enough to cut glass, but apparently all the hairspray has rendered you incapable of understanding simple words. Should I say it again or do you want me to get a whiteboard?”

“Look, man, I just don’t think you actually have a boyfriend,” Cal said defensively.

“He doesn’t.” Remus recognized that low voice, as well as the warm arm draping over his shoulders. Sirius reached a hand out and his ring glinted in the light. “I’m his fiancé. Who the hell are you again?”

Call didn’t take it; he just stared at them. “Sirius, this is Cal.” Remus kissed his cheek. “Apparently, he thinks you have no rhythm.”

“It was just a joke, man—”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Sirius laughed, though there was no humor in it. “You’re right. I don’t. Neither does the man I’m marrying in a few months, but that hasn’t stopped us yet.”

“Sirius,” Remus warned under his breath.

“Cal, I’m sure you’re plenty nice when there’s not music blasting at a hundred decibels and you can actually see someone more than two feet in front of you.”

“Thanks, man.”

“I’m not finished.” Sirius’ tone became hard and unrelenting. “But as nice as you might be then, that doesn’t change the fact that you tried to grope my fiancé. I’m giving you five seconds to get lost.”

Cal straightened up indignantly, though Sirius still loomed over him. “What are you going to do, call the bouncer?”

“No.” Sirius made no outward threat and did not elaborate. Cal vanished into the crowd in half the time given to him, but Remus didn’t feel him relax. “Are you okay, mon coeur?”

“Irritated, but fine. You can take a breath now.” He ran his thumb along Sirius’ cheekbone and smiled up at him. “Not that it was fun, but that was kinda hot.”

Sirius’ eyebrows rose. “Really?”

“Yeah. You got all growly.” He knocked their hips together with a smirk and pressed a water glass into his hand, taking a sip of his own.

“He tried to grab your ass.”

“He did indeed. It’s a good thing I’ve got sharp reflexes.”

“And a sharper tongue.” Sirius grinned around the rim of his glass. “Oh, yeah, I heard what you said.”

“Was the whiteboard bit too much?”

“Nah. It really drove the point home.” They set their glasses down at the same time and Sirius inclined his head toward the dance floor. “Care for some more no-rhythm dancing, sweetheart?”

Remus grabbed him by the hand and dragged him back into the crowd, where he turned and wrapped his arms around Sirius’ neck as they swayed. Sirius’ hands were tighter on his hips than before; it sent a thrill through his veins and he pressed back into him a little more.

“Re.”

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Clubs are overrated, especially when you’re rumbly like this.” He ground back again and Sirius let out a harsh exhale. “What do you think?”

“I think we should go home before I make an absolute fool out of myself over you.” There was a smile in his voice and Remus leaned up to pull him into a kiss.

“I always make a fool out of myself around you,” he murmured into Sirius’ lips, biting the bottom one just enough to make him whine. “Take me home?”

[imagine-organization-xiii]

Organization XIII - Gift Exchange with S/O

A suggestion from PhantomMuze on Discord, who also did the ones for Luxord, Saix, and Axel for me when I was stumped. Happy Holidays!

Xemnas

What They Give to S/O - Xemnas has this uncanny ability of getting whatever you actually want for Christmas without you having to tell him. New phone? He got it two weeks ago. A new kitchen appliance? He got a deal on Black Friday. You want a new bedroom set? He already has it ready to be delivered whenever you want.

What They Get from S/O - You always like to go fancy for Xemnas because he’s a sophisticated guy, so you like to spend time picking out a nice gift. A nice ring, a new watch, a new suit, etc.

Xigbar

What They Give to S/O - The two of you will usually do some kind of gag gifts for each other, so Xigbar sometimes falls back on something funny, like a bottle of lube and a toy from a sex shop, but sometimes he’ll get even more creative and buy a funny book, or he’ll wrap a Video Game Console Box but he’ll put like a pillow in the box instead of a video game console.

What They Get from S/O - You also like gag gifts, but you like the actual gift to be something he’d use. It might be a gift card or a nice shirt or something for his weapons, but you’ll wrap it in like fifty zip ties or put it in layers and layers of cling wrap and rubber bands.

Xaldin

What They Give to S/O - Just be happy that he even remembered that it was Christmas, okay - he may not give the best gifts but he has a lot of spirit. He TRIES. He’ll go out and get you a piece of nice jewelry or a new dress or something and even if it isn’t the best gift or what you wanted, you can’t blame him for trying so hard because he always looks so worried that you’ll hate it

What They Get from S/O - This crazy man is hard to shop for, but you can’t go wrong when it comes to home goods. No, really. You and Lexaeus have been doing your best to upgrade and decorate your bedroom and the sitting room down the hall from your bedroom, so you can place an order for a nice clock, a better sofa, or a nice TV to mount on the wall in your bedroom and he’ll be like hell yeah.

Vexen

What They Give to S/O - One of the literal worst at buying Christmas presents, but he tries so you can’t really blame him. Clothes, stuff for your weapons, some of your favorite treats, usually stuff that is durable, reliable and things that you NEED. Doesn’t understand frivolous spending and would rather get you something that he knows you’re going to use.

What They Get from S/O - EQUIPMENT - Vexen will absolutely love you forever if you get him more lab equipment, if only because it’s stuff he could buy for himself but he can’t really justify the expenses, so he’s happy to have it without the strings attached.

Lexaeus

What They Give to S/O - Lexaeus is arguably the most thoughtful. You can guarantee that his gift will probably be handmade or something so nice and thoughtful that it will bring you to tears. One year he learned how to carve wood and actually made you an antique music box that completely blew you away, but this year he actually made you a large scrapbook filled with pictures from the entire year.

What They Get from S/O - It seems kind of awful, but literally the best kind of gift for Lexaeus? Gift cards. Seriously. He loves gift cards. Gift cards to Lowe’s, to Crate and Barrel, to World Market or Best Buy? He loves that he can buy whatever he wants when it’s technically on someone else’s dime.

Zexion

What They Give to S/O - you and Zexion are both coffee connoisseurs, so he’ll surprise you on Christmas with a giant bag full of different types of exotic coffee that the two of you can try together, as well as little scones, cookies, and snacks for you to have with the coffee.

What They Get from S/O - Rare. Books. You found a signed First Edition of The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway - it cost a pretty penny, but the look on his face when he opened it was so worth it.

Saix

What They Give to S/O - Gives his s/o stuff to help them organize their life - a mini whiteboard, a decorative calendar, a nice set of fancy stationary, but he’ll also get you some things that will help you relax! Scented candles, a cozy bathrobe, or some incense to burn.

What They Get from S/O - Saix is difficult to shop for, so alcohol is always a good way to go. Surprisingly, he also enjoys training gear - maybe a new set of boxing gloves or some hand wraps. If you’re really desperate, he’s also good with bath products, like some body wash.

Axel

What They Give to S/O - Another one who likes gag gifts, but he always makes sure to give you something he knows you’ll enjoy too. So you’ll be getting some Smart Ass Wipes but you’ll also be getting a warm snuggie and maybe a stuffed animal too.

What They Get from S/O - FOOD 100%. Axel loves getting food for Christmas - giant bags of chips, bottles of soda and juice, christmas cookies, mini-pies, brownies, fudge, etc. He will be the happiest person ever if he can just spend the whole day eating snacks.

Demyx

What They Give to S/O - Has a habit of forgetting how many gifts that he buys for his significant other, because he’s one of those people who sees a small thing at the store and gets it for you, then he sees something else and gets that too, but that happens like every day for the entire month of December so you’ll get small cute gifts that he thinks you’ll like, but there will be a TON of them

What They Get from S/O - Something music-related - he always likes getting supplies, like blank sheet music or extra strings for his sitar, a new amp or other equipment, but you know what else he likes? Games. Board games or card games are so awesome to get for Demyx because he’s always up for playing them and they’re a good bonding experience.

Luxord

What They Give to S/O - Luxord likes to treat you well, okay??? He’ll sometimes go overboard but it’s fine because his heart is in the right place. Get ready to open your present to see some Swarovski Crystal jewelry or some plane tickets to a faraway location so the two of you can have a romantic trip together.

What They Get from S/O - Another guy who likes practical things, so he’ll probably get some new clothes, a new set of razors, or maybe some alcohol. Food or tea are also good ways to go with Luxord

Marluxia

What They Give to S/O - He goes all out when it comes to Christmas gifts because he is That Bitch. He gets creative and likes to get unique gifts - it’s never anything you would think about asking for, but you always love it anyway - a unique statue from somewhere far away, a rare cross-breed of flower he created and named after you, 

What They Get from S/O - You’d think flowers, obviously, but that would be too easy for you, so you might get him a bouquet or something, but Marluxia ALSO likes gifts of alcohol. Fancy bottle of wine or liquor paired with fancy crackers, chocolate, cheese, and meats in a big gift basket.

Larxene

What They Give to S/O - Larxene knows you so well, she doesn’t even need to ask you for some ideas of what you want for Christmas. She knows you’ve been stressed this year, so she planned a trip for the two of you to another world and plans on surprising you on Christmas morning.

What They Get from S/O - Larxene is very much a person who likes to go out and do things, so you might get her an appointment at a spa for a facial and a mani-pedi, maybe a couple’s massage and a nice dinner at one of her favorite restaurants.

Roxas

What They Give to S/O - He will either beg you for ideas or he’ll try and get one of the other org members probably (Xion) to help him. He’ll end up getting you something you really want but it’ll take a lot of effort. He might get you a nice piece of jewelry, a few items of clothing, or even a voucher for something that the two of you can do together.

What They Get from S/O - I feel like Roxas would like something homemade, but instead of crafts and whatnot, you can pile him with homemade cookies and candy and fudge and brownies and he’d be good to go.

Xion

What They Give to S/O - Xion made a little craft for her s/o, probably something like a cool bracelet or one of those jars of colored sand, something that they can cherish for a while.

What They Get from S/O - Xion gets stuffed animals! She LOVES stuffed animals and all things warm and comforting, so she might also get some fun blankets and fluffy Christmas pajamas.

[goodmorninglou]

Red Thing

this is from a request by @cheesy2mac and it’s kinda trashy but i also kinda love it !! :)) anyway hope you enjoy and stuff idk have fun

pairing: larry stylinson

warnings: oblivious!lou, pining!haz, pizza, mentions of a red thing ;)

word count: 1,791

rating: let’s say PG-13

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When Harry steps into his flat, grocery bags weighing down his arms, keys in one hand and mask in the other, one of the last things he expects to see is his roommate sitting on the floor whispering to a box of pizza.

Quarantine has been long, okay. Harry understands that. He was getting nauseatingly tired of his same four walls, honestly, and even today’s excursion to the grocer’s felt like a cross-country adventure, something new and exciting. But he’s also got a whole myriad of books, and he bought a new pack of journals to scribble lyrics and entries into, and even took up knitting for fun. He’s halfway through his first quilt. The point is that he’s got stuff to do. And, at the end of the day, Harry’s a homebody. He loves his home.

Louis, on the other hand.

Not to say that Louis didn’t love their flat, he did, and Harry knew that. But after a roughly a thousand FIFA matches, four full run-throughs of Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, and a toaster fire that burnt down his house in the Sims 4, he’s. Well. He’s losing it a little.

Hence the pizza, apparently.

Louis’ eyes are bright and focused and ringed with bruise-colored bags as he lifts a piece out of the cardboard box. He’s wearing Harry’s shirt, swallowing his thin shoulders, and his legs are crossed beneath him. “Om nom nom,” he whispers, almost fanatically, messy hair forming a spiky halo around his skull. “Delicious.”

For a moment, Harry stares.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Louis barely starts, azure eyes flashing up to glance into Harry’s stunned face for half a moment before returning to his pizza, folding it in half and biting into the end. “I ordered pizza.” He says, with a full mouth that Harry shouldn’t find endearing.

That’s the real problem with quarantine. Being around Louis. No escape.

Harry snorted softly and nudged Louis’ foot as he passed. “Come help me put these away, will you?” He asks fondly, tossing his keys on the counter and setting the groceries on the floor. Their kitchen is small, commonplace for a flat in London, but it’s nice. Homey, even. Harry doesn’t know if that’s because of his mom-like wall hangings and punny dish towels, or Louis’ dishes in the sink and the crude drawing he scribbled on the fridge whiteboard. Maybe a bit of both.

Louis abandons the rest of the pizza on the floor of the front room but keeps the half-eaten one with him, pinned precariously between his teeth as he shuffles into the kitchen and heaves himself onto the counter beside where Harry is washing his hands.

“How’s the outside world?” Louis asks, reaching over to wrap one of Harry’s curls around his finger. Harry tries not to jerk away from him.

“Quiet.” Harry answered honestly. And then, “But crazy, too. No hand sanitizer again.”

Louis pouted exaggeratedly, then hopped off the counter. Harry’s shirt flies up around his waist, and Harry looks away before he can glimpse the black of Louis’ boxers, the curve of his soft thighs. “Sad. Did you get chips?”

“Yes, Louis, you told me eight times.” Harry sighs, only half-seriously, shaking his head a little.

Louis bounds over to press a kiss to Harry’s cheek. “You’re fantastic.”

Harry doesn’t answer. Just turns to the bags and starts unloading.

That’s the problem with quarantine. He’s falling in love with his roommate.

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The next day, he comes home to Louis singing songs with Harry’s knitting needles speared through his hair and a massive notepad balanced on his knees. The paper is defaced with thick Sharpie drawing of exed smiley faces and penises.

Harry doesn’t ask.

He doesn’t ask, but his heart stutters, and he shuts himself in his bedroom until the next morning.

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“Let’s get a cat.”

“We’re not getting a cat.”

“Please!”

“No, Louis,” Harry mutters, shaking his head a little and tapping his pen against his knee. “Haven’t you seen all those stories about people getting pets in quarantine because they’re lonely, only to realize they have no idea how to care for pets? The poor things end up in pounds, and then...” Harry’s eyes go a little misty against his own will. “Well, you know what happens then.”

Louis pokes Harry’s thigh with his toes. “Being stuck inside has made you morbid.”

“Being stuck inside has made you crazy.”

Louis leaps on him, his journal falls to the floor, and the cat conversation is forgotten until they’re far too tired and giggly to bring it up again.

=====

Screw falling. Harry’s in love with his roommate. Full, tacky, gross, fantastic love. The kind that makes his tummy knot and his cheeks flush.

And Louis’ oblivious.

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It all comes to a head one day, when Harry awakes to find Louis standing on the countertop in only his pants, reaching precariously for the chips on top of the cabinet and nearly tumbling to the floor in the process. His back is slim and gold and stretched and the curve of his delicate thighs are right there and when he stretches again, the bottom of his pants rides up and the pale curve of his arse is on display and.

And.

Fucking hell.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Harry mutters sharply, too sharply, startling Louis. Harry darts across the kitchen to grab onto his calf when he starts to slip, steadying him, and Louis makes a sound like “oh.” It’s pretty.

“Good morning, Haz.” Louis greets cheerfully, one hand splayed across the top of the cabinet, chips within reach. “How’d you sleep?”

“Why the fuck are you on the counter? What are you doing?”

Louis frowns. “Not well, I see.” He mutters. And then, holding out a hand, “Help me down.”

Harry slaps his hand away, grabs him by the hips, and lifts him down.

It’s a mistake. That much Harry knows the second he’s got Louis’ skin under his palms, warm and smooth and rolling with delicate muscle, body so small between his hands. So moveable. Louis’ hands fist in the front of his shirt, tight and unstable, and when he looks up, his cerulean eyes are wide. Shocked.

His mouth parts. Harry wants to kiss him.

“Thanks.” Louis whispers. His tongue darts between his teeth, wetting his pinkish lower lip, quick and nervous. His lashes cast shadows over his sharp cheekbones. Kiss him. Kiss him. He says again, “Thanks.”

“Crush.” Harry blurts.

The whole world goes quiet.

Louis blinks. “What?”

Harry’s going to have to start looking for flat listings.

“Crush.” He says again, flushing rose, and then crimson. “I have a crush on you. A big one. And, somehow, you going absolutely bananas during this quarantine has only made it worse.” Harry pauses. “You really have gone crazy, by the way.”

“I have not.”

“You told me you were going to start writing poems about the effectiveness of capitalism vs. communism on Wednesday.”

“Because someone has to do it!”

“No one has to do it—”

“Harry.”

He likes the way Louis says his name. It’s so soft.

“I just like you.” Harry murmured. “It was driving me crazy keeping it to myself. I tell you everything, anyway, so. Yeah. I have a crush.”

He’s still holding Louis’ hips. His hands are cold when he lets go, colder than they’ve ever felt before, and they hang uselessly at his sides like he’s forgotten how to work them. Maybe he has. Maybe his hands were made for holding onto Louis.

Louis watches him blankly, lips parted, pale eyes wide and thick with confusion. He inhales, like he’s going to say something, but nothing comes. Then, he does it again.

Harry takes a step back as his heart crumples inside his chest, like old paper. A step back is all he can take.

Louis steps forward.

“I never...” he starts, ever-so-quietly, as his gaze rakes up and down Harry’s body like he’s seeing something he never thought to look for before. He crosses his arms over his bare stomach, and then drops them. “I never thought about you like that.” He says. And then, “Before.”

“Before when?”

“Right now.”

And suddenly, his gaze sharpens, sliding with unabashed intrigue over Harry’s body, his shocked face, a smug confidence curling the edges of his mouth. His eyes glitter. Assessing. Like... like he’s deciding if Harry is good enough. If he’s interested.

This Louis, Harry knows.

It feels like years of silence before Louis laughs, gently, just a delicate sound from the base of his throat, and crosses his arms. His biceps bulge. “I’d say you have to take me on a date, but restaurants aren’t open.” He murmured.

Somewhere in Harry’s frozen chest, a heart starts beating again. “So...” he began, veins sharp and vibrating.

The smirk widens. “So, it might be in your best interest to replicate one in this kitchen. Tonight. At seven. Wear the tie I like.”

“Wear the red thing I like.” Harry shoots back, a grin breaking so far across his face that his cheeks begin to ache.

A pause. Then, “Only if you’re lucky.”

Harry grins and turns towards his room, fully prepared to sift through all of his nicest clothes and refuse to decide until he inevitably rings Niall and gets no help from him, when Louis’ hand wraps around his wrist.

They’re kissing before Harry can register the fact that he’s stopped moving.

Harry’s thought a lot about kissing Louis, clearly, considering he’s half in love and Louis is the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. But his fantasies did nothing to compare to this. This is rapture. This is Elysium. This is, over and over and over, the greatest moment of his life to date. This.

Louis’ mouth is hot and soft and wet and his hand is tight around Harry’s wrist, spasming like he isn’t entirely sure Harry isn’t going to run away. As if he could. He smells like lemon and baby powder. The whole expanse of his torso presses against Harry’s chest when Harry threads an arm around his waist, yanking him ever closer, shuddering and shivering, heart beating out of his chest. The whole world is on fire and Louis is right there and Harry’s brain is silent. His tongue brushes Harry’s lips. Parts them. Harry grabs onto his hip and squeezes. This is definitely what his hands were made for.

Louis is panting when he pulls away, one hand lying flat over Harry’s heart, like he likes the way it pounds, the other still clasped around his wrist.

Harry’s in love with him. One hundred percent.

Louis reaches up to pat his flushed cheek and grins.

“I’ll wear the red thing.”

Harry drags him in again.

[enumakis]

YUJI ITADORI

M E T A M O D E R N I T Y

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝘆/𝗻'𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗯𝘆 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘆— 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘀 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀.

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻!𝗮𝘂, 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿/𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀

++ 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗷𝘂𝗷𝘂𝘁𝘀𝘂 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆.

it was a hot summer day and the h/c haired girl laid in bed with her legs dangling off the edge of the mattress, idly staring up at the ceiling as if she stared long enough, the boredom would somehow miraculously fade away into nothingness. she slightly shifted her head to the right in order to get a clear view of the piece of paper with the words “SUMMER BUCKET LIST” scribbled messily across the top of the page in big bold letters. the only thing keeping it up was a piece of washi tape she found lying around and the girl made a mental note a while back ago to buy a whiteboard in order to replace the system she currently had going on (although that mental note was now long overdue as it had been exactly 2 weeks since summer break started.)

a wave of deja vu washed over y/n as she watched the tape slowly peel itself off her beige walls. she let out a loud groan before sitting up and dragging her feet over to the flimsy piece of paper she called her bucket list. as she grabbed it, she flipped it over to the side she had written on and stared at it in contemplation.

“i should probably go get that whiteboard now, huh...” she thought to herself.

y/n wandered into a small store located around the less populated area of the mall. funnily enough, the girl had a distaste for overly crowded places and hated the stuffy feeling it brought upon her. but unfortunately, she had no other choice but to suck it up as this was the only store she was certain would have what she needed and for a good price as well because no way in hell was she going to drop over $5 on something she would most likely end up shoving into her closet by the end of summer. 

it was a nice and quiet store honestly: there were only 2 other people browsing around— 3 including the white haired cashier but he seemed to be off in his own little world as he was scrolling on his phone, all while munching on what y/n could only assume to be kikufuku.

“i could literally walk out with a pile of merchandise in my hands and he wouldn’t even notice.” y/n thought as she proceeded onto the next aisle.

jackpot. 

on her left sat the small abundance of whiteboards the store had in stock, but the only problem was that each design had caught her eye. y/n took a few steps forward as her hands reached out for the two whiteboards she took a liking to. the one in her left hand was the perfect size to fit her entire list, although the only downside was that the design of it was a bit plain— having only a black border around it. whereas the one in her right hand was a lot smaller but on the flip slide, it had a yellow border with various colors and sizes of flowers.

the girl bit her lip as her eyes darted between the two whiteboards in her hands. she was so deep in thought that she failed to notice the pink haired boy dashing towards her at an alarming speed. it was only then that she snapped out of her daze when she found herself forcefully dragged out of the store going over 25 miles per hour.

she stared at her wrist, then to the owner of the hand grabbing onto it.

“W-WOAH!” she tried to cement her feet onto the ground in order to prevent the male from dragging her any further than they had already gone, but his strength was almost overbearing. 

just as you were about to voice another complaint, you turned your head back a little and gasped when you saw 3 mall cops running right behind you. you two kept running until you guys reached the busiest and most crowded part of the mall.

“great, the cops think i’m this dude’s accomplice and he drags me into the part of the mall i hate the most. couldn’t have he just gone the other way?”

your inner thoughts were interrupted when you were suddenly yanked into the bathroom, giving you time to catch your breath.

“what the fuck dude?!” you whispered loudly. “you don’t just grab someone and then run off without an explanation!”

the boy turned around and once you got a good look of his face, your anger soon shifted into confusion. you were expecting an apologetic expression to be plastered onto his face, but instead of that, he had a cheeky grin dancing across his face.

“y-you!” your words were caught in your throat.

“hi!” his voice wasn’t deepest, nor was it too high. “sorry about that! my name is itadori yuji but you can just call me yuji, i don’t really roll with honorifics.”

you weren’t going to lie, he was actually quite cute. but that wasn’t the point. cute or not, this guy still dragged you into whatever stupid situation he got himself into and there was no way giving you the privilege of calling him by his first name was going to fix this problem. who did he think he was? a celebrity?

“first of all, i don’t care what your name is,” you stepped closer and poked his chest with your index finger. “and second of all, what the hell were you thinking dragging me into whatever mess you got yourself into?”

his smile faltered and it was soon replaced by a nervous expression, accompanied by a nervous scratching of the neck. 

“you see... my friend nobara dared me to shoplift but then she saw you and told me she’d add an extra $20 if i took you along for the ride.”

your jaw hung low. “am i really only worth $20?”

“what? no!” yuji shook his hands in denial.

“that’s besides the point!” you quickly came back to the reality of things. “you should be grateful i don’t have the cops on speed dial right now because i’ll let you off the hook.”

“really-”

you covered his mouth with your hand before he could finish his sentence. “only on one condition though.”

he raised an eyebrow, prompting you to continue.

“you have to treat me to lunch, oh! and you also have to go back to the store from earlier and buy me that whiteboard.” you stated.

“but what if the cops get me?” he asked worriedly.

“well... you can decline my offer and i can go ahead,” you slid your hand into your back pocket before pulling out your phone and flaunting the device in front of the pink haired boy. “and give those nice cops a call, or you can take the safer route of having a 50 percent chance of not getting caught.”

“fine! i’ll go back and buy that whiteboard for you.” he pouted.

“nuh-uh-uh, don’t pout at me, shoplifting is a serious offense dude,” you shifted all your weight onto one foot and crossed your hands. “so? what are you waiting for? times ticking y’know.”

with that final comment, he scurried out of the bathroom as you managed to stifle a laugh. you went back into your back pocket and pulled out a slip of paper, unfolding it as your eyes scanned down the page.

12. find someone to complete the rest of the list with.

“this is going to be a fun summer.” you thought to yourself before shoving the piece of paper back into your pocket.

A/N: this was just a little one shot idea i had stuck in my head after i made a playlist dedicated to this cute boy haha. it was originally supposed to be a one shot but it turned out to be a lot shorter then i expected so i came to the conclusion to make this a little drabble heh

[colloquialcolors]

i should maybe wait till i finish the dlc to do this, but NAHW its okay. having finished the main storyline of Control, a smattering of thoughts, just for future me:

- fucking HELL, environmental design, my beloved. every single environmental artist and level design engineer and etc in this game has my whole heart. the different deparments! the POSTERS! people doing office shit melded with the utter FUCK ALL absurdity, people complaining in correspondences and emails to each other, people being /people/ told through levels and background details. The agents bitching in the executive area. Actual scribblings on whiteboards. The little "LETS DO WORK!" sign with the little "NO!!" post it note under it! Like. Oh. I always love stopping and looking at text around the game, signs and throwaway text and little shit, and by /god/ does this game reward you for doing it.

- the game mechanics and powers are like. wishfufillment to the max. holy shit. the telekenesis and launching is exactly as fun as it looks (moreso, with the lock on!). The gun recharging its own ammo given time is the Best Fucking Thing Ever. and the FLYING. the flying is the best approximation ive ever seen of how flying works in my dreams. (not permanently, cuts out sometimes, but its COOL while its happening). The Anchor fight? Fucking incredible.

- the worldbuilding is astonishing. genuinely astonishing. idk what to say beyond that

- THE ASHTRAY MAZE <3 ASHTRAY MAZE SECTION MY BELOVED <3 MUSIC AND LEVEL DESIGN AND MECHANICS ALL MELDED INTO A THING OF BEAUTY. <3 <3

- character building im still a bit on the fence about, but i think i enjoyed it. the side characters definitely got more fleshed out as you went along. jesse is... maybe a little flat at points, but still good, well thought out overall. either way, shes mine now. i give her depth. and angst.

- i still. okay. listen. i still dont Really Trust The FBC. Which I think is the point??? but like we seemed to end on a note of "now we are FBC and we are good and FBC is doing good bc we are in charge :)" and like. LIIIKE. HMMM. LISTEN. THIS INSTITUTION AS A WHOLE STILL KIDNAPPED YOUR BROTHER AND DOES VARIOUS UNETHICAL THINGS THAT DIRECTLY RUINED YOUR LIFE AND ALSO WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE BOARD HUH? I think its going foe a thing of "the people matter more than the institution and the people Make the institution" which. hmm. sure. okay, i guess?

- I did Not Know it was going to be so horror/horror adjacent when I first got it. but you know what? it was a good time. nice change of pace. well executed. very nice.

okay enough of the mechanics now for me having a good time:

- jesse my beloved <3 jesse making little sarcastic remarks to herself <3 jesse seeing weird shit and going "fuck?! okay. sure." <3 jesse with imposter syndrome. <3

- jesse jesse they LISTENED to your THERAPY sessions they TRACKED YOU YOUR WHOLE LIFE and you thought you were INSANE jesse how do you feel about that. jesse pls @ me.

- jesse whats up with your right shoulder why do you always adjust it

- i really thought pope was gonna be evil but. i guess shes not! so shes just good and on your side with a little undercurrent of "i am 2 steps away from letting my passion take me TOO far" all the time. fair enough! love that for her

- darling only being shown through videos is a FASCINATING way to frame a character, 10/10. very interesting

- fucking hell i love the containment sector and its little altered items so much. i loved learning about each item, i love the absurdity of looking into the cells and seeing just. A fucking rubber duck or some shit under close surveillance. just.. orgh. maybe my favorite aspect of the game. reading reports.

-- i think its similar to the appeal of SCPs. just incredibly wild and sometimes hilarious shit in a deeply formal tone and scientifically examined. stupidly mundane objects. tiny impacts. idk its really good.

- im trying to avoid gushing more about env/level design but. the use of lights and colored lights to indicate things? work of art. consistently reinforcing the association of red lights with Bad Shit and using that everywhere.

- *cocks my gun and points it directly at the board* WHAT ARE YOU HIDING YOU ASSHOLES. WHAT ARE YOU.

- orig music!!! for the ashtray!!! like what!!!! shit!

- going into the hiss dream sequence section like "is this Imposter Syndrome, the Game", finishing the sequence like "it IS"

- underhill would kill me if she could

- langston is. hilarious. i dont think i trust him bc like. he locked up my brother his whole life and sees 0 issue with it. he LITERALLY runs the Panopticon. but. hes funny. dammit. they got me.

- arish is good. i like arish. arish is my buddy. hes just trying to do his JOB okay, fuck, what is all this shit.

- marshall is.... terrifying. mixed thoughts on marshall.

- pope is... look. i like pope as a person, i think, i just also think that she would 100% cause a world ending event because she got real excited about the scientific possibilities and the research and forgets about consequences. but jesse deserves a friend (👀friend?) and pope is Good and has our backs so. sure.

- im still thinking about dylan. i think dylan is more of a concept or a placeholder than an actual character which feels- right. the story is about jesse. dylan was only ever a driving factor, a name in a quest, a concept, an icon.

- i UNDERSTAND why yanking an explosive object at yourself is BAD but also did the designers consider: im bad at being careful :(

- do the altered items get lonely :(

- i think jesse should be allowed to take a nap. as a mechanic. also be given a hug, as a mechanic. (jesse how touch starved are you. how often have you recieved hugs in your life. jesse.)

- the canonical event of "i picked up a gun and now have a job AND are promoted AND need to clean up a ton of shit, christ" is already hilarious, but its even funnier when jesse comments on it. wild shit, huh girl.

- i unlocked multiaunch and im gonna go fucking HAM with it tomorrow.

[illogicallyinclined]

Ok first off, I gasped at the fact that Emile midterm stress meal is the exact same as mine. Anyway this is kind of a random question but which hockey boys are blind as bats and which ones have picture perfect vision? Also do they have any fun glasses or like colored contacts. I hope this makes sense. Btw I really love and appreciate you and your blog💕

me, you, and Emile: *handshake over eating entire pepperoni and black olive pizzas while stressed*

ANYWAY, to get to your question

those that have some form of vision augmenting device (ordered from Most Blind to Least) include Alex J, Patton, D, Jamie, Emile, Jared, Julian, Logan, Remy, Payton, *Bo and *Virgil

Glasses Gang: Alex J, Patton, Jamie, Emile, Jared, Logan, and *Virgil

Contact Squad: D, Julian, Remy, Payton, and *Bo

Alex J, Patton, D, Jamie, Emile and Jared are all virtually useless without their glasses. like -- can’t walk from one room to another without knocking something over or bumping into the doorframe kind of useless. Alex J also gets horrid migraines to boot, so. (yeah, it’s Rough)

Julian and Logan are on the side of “i need glasses to get anything important done, but i could probably go a day without if i didn’t mind everything looking blurred out of focus.” they wouldn’t be able to see what’s written on the whiteboard that well during lectures, nor would they want to play a hockey game Like That, but they could do simple things like cooking or cleaning or just chilling around the apartment

Remy and Payton could and have both gone days without wearing their contacts (because they were running late [Remy] or because they forgot [Payton]), and they’ve mostly done fine. they wouldn’t be able to see each individual leaf on the trees or anything, but they could read the whiteboard with minimal squinting if they sit in the first few rows. that sort of thing.

Bo and Virgil are farsighted, with Bo requiring reading contacts most of the time while doing homework and Virgil able to go without them, though he will admit that wearing them makes things slightly easier. Logan and D are the only ones on the team that know about Virgil’s farsightedness, though there are a number of other people around campus who know because Virgil wears his reading glasses during all his exams 

everyone else on the team has Adequate to Good vision, though Alex R in particular has some Stupid Good Sight

Fun Facts

Jared has a backup pair of glasses from high school that are Lime Green because he’s always been a "Bad Meme with Awful Tastes”

Jared also thinks glasses make him look like a dweeb, but he canNOT stand the thought of Touching his Own Eyeball, so there is No Way he is switching to contacts

Patton’s glasses are round (because Harry Potter), and although he’s considered switching them out given JK Rowling’s Disappointing Personality, but Roman pointed out that even if Rowling isn’t valid, Patton’s face is, so. (guess he’s keeping them)

Logan’s considered getting prescription safety goggles for his lab, nerd that he is, but he hasn’t been able to justify the cost to himself yet

Remy has prescription sunglasses, and he owns a pair of regular ones as well, but he tends to avoid wearing them because "it’s not a cute look for me.” (Emile: every look is a cute look for you; Remy: i know but still)

D got a pair of snake-eye contacts to wear for Halloween costume one year, but he hasn’t been able to find a pair in a prescription high enough for him to wear them daily (which sucks, because it was a Look)

Julian used to wear blue contacts in middle school because he was convinced that his brown eyes were Boring as Hell, but his boyfriend made an off-handed comment about how pretty his regular eyes were one day, so now he only breaks out the blue contacts for special occasions (like helping Bo with a heist or cosplaying)

Julian, unlike Jared, likes the way that he looks with glasses, but can’t stand the blurry peripheral vision

D and Payton, like Julian, have both worn colored contacts for Pranking Purposes before, but they don’t typically crack them out for daily use

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Stranded - Part 2

Steven Hyde x Reader

Summary: You are a time traveler from 2020 and you’ve been stranded in 1978 by your awful ex-boyfriend. It’s not all bad, though. With the group of friends you’ve landed in, you’re sure it’ll be just fine.

Note: There’s actually more fanfic for Hyde than I thought there was, so that’s spectacular. I’m glad we’re all in agreement that he’s a total dreamboat.

Warnings: drug mention/use, language.

Word Count: 2.6k

1 – 2

*Eric Forman’s Basement – 9:00 am*

It had been approximately thirty-six hours since you’d landed in 1978 and already, sleeping on an air mattress from the 70’s had not been kind to your back. You sat up and stretched, groaning as every joint you possessed cracked and popped back into place.

Hyde’s bed was empty, which meant he was probably already upstairs. That, or he was in the bathroom. You didn’t have much going for you, but at least his shirt was warm and soft. It was a little big on you, but in a cozy way.

You reached over to check your phone, but stopped when you remembered the circumstances. You doubted there would be any notifications that mattered. Or any notifications at all. So, you stood up and walked up the stairs.

As you suspected, Hyde was sitting at the table, drinking his coffee. He looked up at you through his rose-tinted shades the moment you emerged and then pretended he hadn’t. Thankfully, his sunglasses gave him some cover, but that didn’t stop Red from noticing. He chuckled and shook his head.

“Morning.”

“Good morning,” you greeted, smiling. “Do you need any help with breakfast, Mrs. Forman?”

“I’m all set, Y/N, but thank you for the offer.” She looked at Eric and motioned to you. “Where’d you find one this helpful?”

“The backyard.” He quipped, nearly making Hyde choke on his coffee.

You laughed and crossed the room, sitting in the empty chair beside Hyde.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty alright. You?”

“Pretty alright.” He replied. His outfit today was very 70’s. A floral button-down, some corduroys, and a brown vest. You grinned and he chuckled. “What?”

“Nothing.”

Hyde shook his head, figuring he’d have to ask you about it later.

“Oh!” You remembered, snapping your fingers and looking at Eric. “Eric, you’re a nerd. Do you have a whiteboard I can borrow?”

“Hey, I’m not—”

“Answer the question, poindexter.” Hyde leaned back in his chair, smirking.

“I don’t, no. Sorry.”

“We can find one if you need one.” Hyde said, reaching forward to grab his glass of orange juice. “Or a chalkboard or something.”

“Chalkboard…Mrs. Forman, do you have any chalk?”

“I think there’s some in the garage. Eric can show you after breakfast.”

“Awesome. Thank you. Good thinking, Steven.”

He tried not to puff out his chest at that, but he couldn’t help but be a little proud of himself. Once breakfast was over and you’d moved all of the dishes to the counter so Mrs. Forman wouldn’t have to (although she wouldn’t let you wash them when she offered), Eric grabbed the chalk out of the garage and handed it to you. With Red’s car in the garage, that gave you the whole driveway to work with.

Thinking for a second, you started jotting down numbers and variables, plugging things into equations. You sat back on your knees on the sidewalk, admiring your work, scanning over the numbers.

Hyde was sitting over on a chair he’d dragged to the edge of the sidewalk.

He whistled. “That’s a lot of numbers.”

“Yeah, kind of. Would you do me a favor and grab me my bag from downstairs?”

“Yeah, of course.” He got up and walked to the door to the basement.

It was in that moment that you noticed the shadows of two girls standing over your equations. You looked up and they were looking down at you. The taller of the two had red hair, and the shorter one had feathered dark brown hair.

“Since when do we have friends that do math?” the brunette asked.

“Willingly,” the redhead added.

“Oh, hi, I’m Y/N. I’m new in town.” You introduced, standing up and clapping the chalk off of your hands.

“Is that Hyde’s shirt?” the redhead asked raised an eyebrow.

“Here’s your bag.” Hyde held out your messenger bag, his other hand jammed in his pocket.

“Well, it’s about time we had another girl around here. I’m Donna, by the way.”

“I’m Jackie.” The short brunette introduced, smiling. “Don’t worry. We’ll get you something…” she eyed your outfit, “cuter to wear.”

And then they walked off towards the basement.

“I don’t know what she’s talking about. You look great.” Hyde smirked and sat back down in his chair, crossing one leg over the other.

“Oh for sure.” You held out the corners of the shirt, looking down at your outfit. “I think it suits me.”

“I can’t help but agree.” He motioned to the chalk you’d scrawled on the sidewalk. “How’s your, uh…math going?”

“It’s tricky stuff. 5th dimensional travel. I’ve gotta slingshot myself forward in time with…well, with whatever 1970’s technology I can scrape together.”

“Sounds complicated.”

“Incredibly so.” You fished around in your bag for your shiny silver notebook and a pen and started jotting it all down, working through a few more equations as you did. “I think…well, actually I don’t know.” You sighed, shaking your head as your pen danced across the paper. “I don’t know how I’m gonna make this work…”

Hyde stood up from his chair so he could get a better look at the numbers you’d written all over the Formans’ driveway. He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a long breath. “Yeah, I’m not sure either…”

“Well…” You thought for a long moment, tapping your pen against the notebook a few times before it clicked. “I mean, if I can get a signal across the fifth dimension, then I wouldn’t have to make the jump myself. I could just signal the station…Have someone pick me up.”

“That could work.” Hyde shrugged, pretending everything you said wasn’t going right over his head. “Do you need anything?”

“I mean, ideally, a new temporal chip, but that’s not going to happen.” You bit your lip. “I’m gonna have to think about it for a while. Figure out how to…do this.” You exhaled a long sigh, shaking your head.

“Hey, it’s alright.” Hyde took a step closer to you and put his hand on your shoulder, unsure of how else to comfort you. “Let’s just, uh, go down to the basement with the others. Maybe something will click.”

“Okay.” You nodded. “Okay.”

He led you down the stairs and into the basement, a gentlemanly hand on your lower back. He settled into his usual seat, but it became evident very quickly that there weren’t any open seats. Hyde looked around the room and then up at you and then said, “Oh. Here, you can have my chair.”

“No, that’s okay. I think better on the floor.” You shook your head and sat cross-legged on the floor next to him.

“So New Girl is staying?” Kelso asked, munching on a popsicle.

“For the time being.” You replied. “And New Girl has a name.”

“Yeah, but I don’t remember it.”

“It’s Y/N.” Hyde provided, his arms crossed. “Girl falls from the sky, you think you’d remember her name.”

“To be fair, we were pretty high when she turned up.” Eric rationalized.

“I mean, that’s fine. My friends back at the station—” You stopped yourself. “At the, uh, train station where I used to work, used to call me Blue before they remembered my name. I mean, even after that, it kind of became a thing.”

Hyde raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Blue sounds badass.”

“Yeah?” You asked, laughing a little.

“Hell yeah, man.” He nodded.

“Are we gonna do anything today? I kind of want to do something today.” Jackie sat up in her chair.

“Like what?” Fez asked. He gasped. “There’s a new candy store on—”

“Nononono, we should do something fun! Like…taking Y/N shopping for something other than Hyde’s old Zeppelin shirts.”

“I’m down.” Donna piped up. “Girl trip?”

“I mean, sure. Why not.” You smiled. If you were stranded in a decade you weren’t familiar with, you may as well make the best of it. Maybe a girls’ trip was just what you needed to get things to click into place.

“Well you know what that means, fellas.” Hyde stood up from his chair and started setting up the Circle.

“We’ll be back in a few hours.” Jackie winked at Kelso. “Don’t miss us too much.”

Hyde smirked. “Don’t worry. We won’t.”

***

“We just have to find your style is all.” Jackie flipped through the racks of clothes. She wanted to take you to an upscale place, but with the help of Donna, you’d gotten her to agree to a second-hand shop. There were a lot of things here that you could choose from, and you didn’t really have a preference so long as you had a couple of outfits you could wear to blend in. “We also have to take the blue hair into consideration. You don’t want to clash.

“What do you like, Y/N? Jeans, dresses, vests?”

“I’m really fine with whatever. Maybe some variety, I don’t know. But I do know from experience that the best colors for me are rose pink, black and white, and purple sometimes. Silver also works.”

“Okay good. We’ve got a color scheme.” Jackie handed you a flowy floral pink dress and a white knitted vest thing. “Try this one on.”

“And these.” Donna handed over a pair of round rose-tinted sunglasses. She wiggled her eyebrows. “So you can match Hyde.”

“Oh no.” You laughed. “Hyde is great, but—”

“We’re just teasing. You two are cute, though,” Donna said. “Do you like him?”

“I got here like two days ago.” You laughed. “Do things move that fast around here?”

“Sometimes.” Jackie shrugged. “We also need to get you an outfit for the disco. Do you dance?”

“Yeah, actually.” Given that your previous mission had sent you to the 1940’s post WWII, you’d picked up some Swing and Lindy Hop. Disco, you weren’t so sure about, but you could probably figure it out. “I’ve kind of always wanted to go to a disco.”

“Well then we definitely have to go.”

“Sweet.”

“Alright, go try that on and in the meantime, I will find you something totally groovy to sweep Hyde off of his feet.”

“Again, not sure that is the goal.” You shook your head and walked into the dressing room, emerging a few minutes later. You spun around for the girls, letting them take it all in.

“That is cute! Look at you! I love that!” Jackie squealed excitedly. “Let’s get a few more just to be sure you have things to wear, but we’re headed in the right direction.”

“I look like a hippie.” You admired your reflection, spinning to see how the skirt moved.

“It’s a good look for you.” Donna crossed her arms and nodded, smiling.

You put on the round shades, tilting your head. You kind of loved it, and you found the little voice in the back of your head hoping that Hyde would like it too…

***

“Successful trip ladies? Find everything you—” Hyde stopped midsentence, staring at you over the top of his shades. “Wow.”

“Did we do a good job?” Jackie asked, spinning you around. You giggled, smiling. You had to admit you liked it at least a little bit. And besides, now you’d blend in.

Hyde didn’t respond, staring at you with wide eyes until Kelso elbowed him in the chest. “You look great. Uh, good job.”

“Yeah, good job. You look smokin’, hippie girl.” Fez winked. “There’s a seat over here by me if you wanna come get psychedelic…”

“I’m alright, but thanks.”

“We were thinking about heading out to the water tower.” Kelso said. “You know, gotta show Blue all the sights.”

“Water tower, huh? Sounds dangerous,” you joked.

“I mean, Kelso’s fallen off of it like three times.” Eric shrugged and laughed. “So yeah.”

“Sounds pretty historic to me.” You shrugged. “We should go check it out.”

And so, the gang all piled into Kelso’s Volkswagen. By some miracle of the fates (or the meddling of Jackie and Donna, you’d never be sure) you’d ended up squished into Hyde’s side. He just chuckled and scooted over a bit, giving you some space, but with the seven of you crammed in there, there wasn’t all that much space. Not that you minded. It was chilly out and he was warm.

You got to the water tower after a short drive to the edge of town. You got out of the van and followed the others to the skinny little haphazard ladder on the side of the tower. You’d been partially joking earlier when you’d said something about it being dangerous, but when you looked up at that thing, it looked a little worse for wear.

“You scared?” Hyde had crept right up behind you and you jumped at the sound of his voice so close.

“What? No. I’ve…seen worse, believe me.”

“Here, I’ll go first.” He gently nudged you out of the way and started up the ladder.

You let out a breath before shaking your head and climbing up behind him. When you cleared the top of the platform, he held out his large hand for you to take, which you did gladly, grasping onto it tightly, your arms shaking.

Once your feet were on the metal platform, you looked down and immediately regretted it, your head spinning.

“Woah there.” Hyde hastily grabbed onto your hips, steadying you in place and preventing you from falling over the railing like he’d seen his friends do so many times. “Careful, Blue.”

Something about the soft way he said ‘Blue’ sent a flurry of butterflies through your stomach. “T-thanks.”

“No problem.”

“See that circle? All me, baby.” Fez grinned, proudly pointing to the black circle spray painted over one half of a giant green pot leaf. You didn’t even need to guess who had painted that there.

“Wow. Um…it’s a nice circle, Fez.” You chuckled. “Good job.”

“Thank you.” The foreign exchange student puffed out his chest, beaming at the compliment.

You all stood up there for a while, looking out into the trees until finally, it was time to go back down. You and Hyde lingered at the top for just a little while longer. You looked up at the stars, studying the patterns. The sky was so clear, the little bursts of starlight so bright and clear. It almost made you miss the space station. Almost.

“You fit in just fine now.” He said quietly. “The girls did a good job with that.”

“Do I play the part well?” You laughed. “Not too much of a fish out of water?”

“You wanna see a fish out of water, look at Fez.” Hyde shook his head, taking a step closer to you. “No, you’re doing great. And if anything slips while I’m around, I can cover for you.”

“I appreciate it.” You sighed, blowing blue hairs out of the front of your face. “I have a feeling I’m gonna need all the help I can get.”

“Whatever you do, don’t tell Jackie. She can’t keep that big mouth of hers shut.”

“I picked up on that, yeah.” You looked down at the rest of the gang, messing around outside the van. “I mean, I’m pretty sure you’re the only one I can trust with this. The others…They’re nice. They’re so nice, but—”

“But they can’t keep a secret. Believe me. I’d know.” Hyde tilted his head and reached up, one of his warm hands reaching up to brush the hair out of your face before he promised quietly, “I’ll keep you safe, Future Girl.”

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[lucifermorningstarxmalereader]

after season 4 part 8

To say that everyone in the station was confused was an understatement. Everyone other than Maz and Chloe when they eventually came into the station. Lucifer and you were currently sat in the conference room explaining the situation.

Your pov

You stood next to Lucifer who was currently writing on a whiteboard to explain to everyone what was going on. Ella was becoming less and less convinced, Chloe was still upset about Lucifer coming back after so long, and Maz was pissed because she had to get a babysitter last minute. All in all, not too bad.

“All right everyone, so if M/n over here was in hell helping me become a better person until he convinced me to make good with you lot and then we found out that he was actually murdered and we should find his murdered because fuck the guy who killed him he needs to be in hell ASAP.”, Lucifer ranted while drawing stick figures on the whiteboard. You were (favorite color).

The room went silent. Then a howl of laughter. Ella was about to fall over, “Lucifer, this is insane! I know you get really into your lucifer character but this is something else.”

Her laughter died down when she noticed the serious look everyone else had.

“Wait, you can’t be serious?”

You looked to Lucifer and nodded, he sighed and made his way to Ella. He needed to tell the truth and let her in on the secret. It would be the only way for him to grow, and you needed Ella’s sharp mind.

As soon as he had done it Ella was pale as a ghost. She looked scared, but happy at the same time?

“I can’t believe Ray-Ray was right.”

And then she passed out.

“You just had to come back!”, Chloe stood up to quick her chair fell over, “I was doing well, my career was taking off and I was over you. Why didn’t you stay in hell you idiot!”

Maz got up and helped Ella, Lucifer was staring at the floor as if it was the only thing keeping him from losing it. Chloe quickly made her way out of the room to avoid anymore confrontation.

You put your hand on Lucifer’s shoulder, even though you are scared and confused you needed to make sure he was okay. You also thanked the guy who died so you could snatch this body, that was when Lucifer looked at you you could look right back at him and smile like everything was okay. You also thanked him because with this body you could easily tower over Chloe and make her pay for that outburst.

You weren’t going to lie, back when you were “alive” you were a horrible person but at least when someone needed you, you were there. Ready to slap a bitch.

You casually patted Lucifer on the shoulder and walked to the interrogation room where you clearly saw Chloe walked into.

As soon as you walked in you saw her sitting on the floor crying.

Fuck, you quickly try and think of something good to say.

“I once saw Lucifer’s version of hell.”

“What?”, she said angerly between sobs.

“One day me and Lucifer walked around hell, one of the demons were coming around the corner so we ran into one of the hell rooms. I started laughing about how it was a close call but then the room went black. Suddenly Lucifer was killing his brother but then his brother turned into Cain... then you walked in and started saying things like you were happy he was here, were he belonged. I barley managed to snap him out of it.”, you stopped for a moment to see if she was listening. She had calmed down and was now sitting against the wall so you continued, “When we got back to my hell he was a crying mess, when I tried to calm him down he lashed out at me. A few minutes later of him yelling he was done and I helped him through it. Chloe I’m not going to lie to you because you don’t deserve that. When Lucifer told me about you I thought you were a heartless bitch who only cared about herself and career, I still do in a way. But here’s the thing, I believe in second chances, I mean I’m a second chance, so I’m only saying this once. You’re going to help Lucifer and then whatever he decides you will respect, or I will hurt you. I’ve been to hell and I’ll go right back for him.”

With that you left her in the interrogation room, but right she left you with some advice as she called it.

“He’ll come back to me when he tired of you.”

Whatever happens next would be fun, even if you were scared of solving your own murder.

Authors note

-hey I’m sorry it’s so short, I’ve been having some health problems and needed to rest and recover. I hope to keep up with this and the next update will be longer I promise-

[julesnjd]

rēˈbərth -- Juliet

The trees have dressed themselves in the fresh, bright yellow green leaves that only suit late springtime. These leaves wave softly with the breeze. The lakewater ripples blue-green, the kind of color that can only be produced by dyes, though it’s darkened with dirt from the floor and there are still leaves scattered from the autumn. Tiny fish dart back and forth in an eternal dance with the sunlight, water, and leaves. The water is just cold enough to shock at first, but it becomes more comfortable the longer she’s submerged. Juliet’s face is the only thing above the water as she leans back, soaking her hair. She listens to the rush of water flooding her ears happily. It’s a comforting kind of white noise. 

It’s so comforting she forgets to open her eyes.

A hand wraps around her ankle. One by one, fingers touch her skin. 

Juliet screams, trying desperately to get away, but every stroke against the water just pushed her backwards instead. A laugh shatters the image. The laugh grows louder, high-pitched and punctuated: Ha ha ha ha! It sounds so amused it leaves a metallic sting in her teeth. 

A hand curls in her hair and plunges her face into the water again. Right when her lungs start to ache, she is pulled back up. Raw, amused gray eyes meet hers. His lips curl into a vicious, too wide, toothy thing. She can’t tell if he’s baring his teeth or smiling. “You’re so fun to play with. Andy messed up my instructions but he gave me some fun shit. Maybe he does deserve a reward.” He shoves Juliet under again for a couple seconds, then laughs again when she comes up gasping and wiping water off her face with water-soaked hands. He readjusts his grip on her hair and holds her chin in his fingers. “You’re a pretty one, y’know?” He winked at her. 

Juliet just stares at him, breathing hard through her nose. She doesn’t dare to open her mouth. Especially not after that. 

“You wanna know my name, sweetheart? Kalos.” Kay-loh-sh. “It’s Greek. It means good. Isn’t that ironic?” He laughed again and Juliet feels her stomach convulse. His nostrils flare in his amusement. He pulls harder at her hair when her knees slip in the mud. She gasps at the feeling of follicles tearing, staring up at him. Her face is wet with tears now. “Aw, she’s crying. I love when they cry!” He reaches down and traces her cheek, up to her eye. She keeps it open, staring at him. Daring him to do something.

His smile falls at her stubbornness. “And I hate when they stare. Didn’t anyone ever teach you that staring is disrespectful?” He grabs her jaw so hard something cracks and pain shoots up her cheek. “The fuck is your problem?” 

“You,” Juliet spits out at him in a sudden surge of power. Her jaw hurts like hell from it, but it’s worth it. “Where am I?” 

“Oh, come on. Religious girl like you should know where you are.” He shakes her head lightly, pressing his fingertips into her jaw where he’d shattered it. “Though this is more like a spell on your soul than it is an actual place. I’m just your watcher.” He smiles again and taps her nose. “You want an explanation, brat? I’ll give you one.” 

He drags her onto shore by her hair, not giving a single shit when her face falls under the surface of the water or that fact that she’s scrambling trying to follow him without being literally dragged by her hair. She sucks in frantic breaths when he finally stops and shoves her down against a tree before plopping down next to her. He points at their wrists side by side. A pair of handcuffs appears to connect them. 

He points again and a small white board like the kind Juliet would use in elementary school appears in his lap with a red marker. “You like red, right? Me too. It’s the best color.” He draws a little stick figure girl on one side of the white board propped on his knees. She was smiling. “That’s you.” He draws a guy with horns and an angry smile. “That’s me. No, I’m not the devil, but I’m pretty close.” He grins and draws an X over the girl. “You’re dead, and—“ He circles her. “Trapped in this spell. Basically you’re fucked, destined to relive your worst nightmares and your death and whatever else I want you to imagine and experience.” His voice picks up speed as he continues. “I could rip your arm off. I could tear out every hair on your body one by one. I could hang you upside down and bleed you into a bucket, pull out your fingernails, pluck out your eyes, staple your lips, extract every single tooth in that mouth— Basically I can do whatever I want with you, because you’re mine now. Got it?” He smiles at her as she stares at the girl on the whiteboard. “You’re dead, your corpse is six-feet under, and your soul is here. Suck it up, princess.” 

Juliet shakes her head. She’s not fully dead. She can’t be. “Mason’s gonna save me,” she breathes. “She will. I know her. We have to—“ 

Kalos laughs again and lifts his hands to hold her face. Her hand lifts with his. “Oh, girl, you are rich. This shit is strong. You really think you can just be broken from this by a cute little witch? She hasn’t even mastered illusions! She hasn’t even been a witch for a year! You are hilarious!” 

Juliet shakes her head more. Panic is welling in her chest. “That won’t matter! She’s— You don’t know her and you don’t know our friends and you don’t know shit about me!” 

“I don’t know shit about you?” Kalos snickers and tosses the whiteboard and marker to the side. They disappear. He stands up and drags her up with him. He faces her, so close Juliet could smell every word on his breath. They smell like cigarette ash and rotten meat. “I have seen you through every lifetime you’ve had. I have seen you as Jullian Hill, transgender rockstar. I have seen you as Jullian Hill, transgender single father. I have seen you as Jullian Hill, male superstar, male lead singer, male hockey player, male art teacher.... I have seen you as Juliet Hargrove, stripper, Juliet Hill, famous actress, Juliet Hargrove, popstar. You changed your last name then, you couldn’t stand your family. You tend to favor music, sweetheart. It’s funny that the one time I catch you, you don’t seem to give a shit about making it. I’d been planning some wicked shit with destroying your vocal cords.” He wraps a hand around her throat. His sharp, claw-like nails dig into her skin. They draw blood that drips down her neck slow and warm. Images of every lifetime drip into her mind. “Mason found you in every different dimension, too, that bitch. Of course she did. I’m not surprised; she’s strong. So did Aurora, and boy, I can’t wait til she sees this spell and what her new boy toy did to you and tears herself apart trying to fix it. I can’t wait to have her in my grasp again.” 

He stares at Juliet for a second, then smirks. “Aw, that’s so sweet. You’re curious about my work?” He taps her nose again and leans in closer to rub his against it. He stays that close. “Well, baby, let’s just say you should really behave. You’re gonna be here a long time. Juliet Hill, Hargrove, Jullian, Mona, whatever you go by? They don’t exist anymore, sweetheart. You don’t exist. There’s no reincarnation, no other dimension, no time jump, no getting fucked into another life to keep safe this time.” He lets go of her, but she stays right where she is. Her palms flatten against the tree bark. “Juliet Hill is no more. Juliet Hill no longer exists!” 

After cackling again, he smiles wide at her speechlessness. “Good girl.” He lifted his hand near her eyes and snapped his fingers. “And back to your regularly scheduled programming!” 

Juliet gasps, eyes opening to the ceiling of the motel room. Next to her, someone whispers. 

“Juliet… Are you okay?”

[ellewritesfix05]

Game Night

Characters: Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (non-pairing)

Warnings: None tbh (at least I don’t think so)

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Just a fun little Sunday something that came to mind. Hope y’all enjoy! 💜

📷 credit: to rightful owners

Here’s my full Masterlist if you’d like to read more!☺️

“Let’s see… B4”

Jack looked at his board and tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Nope, no B4!” he replied.

Looking down at your Battleship board, you marked the spot you already knew was empty. It was, after all, Jack’s first time playing this game and beating him on his first try would just be too easy.

Sam and Dean had been away on a hunt for the past week, leaving you to babysit the nephilim. A task that proved much harder than expected, given the fact that he was basically a superpowered toddler. Since movies and books puzzled him and made him question everything there is in the universe, you decided to try a new angle that, hopefully, wouldn’t want to make you pull your hair out. Not that you didn’t like the kid, but there were only so many questions you could answer.

In an attempt to entertain him, you’d gone out and bought the local store’s supply of board games, and after three days and ten pints of ice cream, you felt more relaxed than you had in a while. Turns out, games and junk food also had a weirdly calming effect on the ever-inquisitive Jack.

A knock on the Dean-cave’s door brought your attention to the tall, tired hunters coming back from what seemed like a particularly bad hunt.

“What are you crazy kids up to?” said Dean, sitting down on the lounge chair next to Jack, who was cross-legged on the floor across from you. He leaned down, carefully studying Jack’s game board before whispering something in his ear.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” you yelled, reaching over to playfully smack Dean’s knee.

“I’m just helping the kid, alright? You’ve been playing this for years, he needs the help!”

“Actually, I think I may be winning at this, Dean. Y/N doesn’t seem to be very good at the game.” Jack said with a pensive expression.

Dean laughed and leaned back in his chair, as you glared at him and Jack.

You cracked your knuckles in preparation and leaned forward, “Very well. Prepare to lose Jackie boy.”

“Oh it’s on now, sweetheart,” Dean slid down to sit next to Jack, the troubles of the latest hunt seemingly forgotten at the prospect of beating you in the game, “get over here Sammy, we got a game to win!”

“Nuh-uh! Three against one? Get over here, Sam!” you stood up and grabbed the taller Winchester to sit back down with you.

Sam sighed and nodded, “fine. Just because I know you won’t leave me alone if I don’t play”

“That’s the spirit, Beanstalk!” you smiled, nudging his side with your elbow.

For the next hour, you and Sam engaged in a furious board game battle with Dean and Jack. After kicking their ass in Battleship thanks to your and Sam’s strategic abilities, and succumbing to Dean’s tricksy ways in Uno, all that was left to determine the true winning team was your and Sam’s ability to meld your minds into one for the hardest game of all: Pictionary.

As Sam hastily drew a circle with dots you yelled your guesses, “Cookie! Uh, Christmas! Wait no! Gingerbread man!”

“Yes! Nice!” Sam exclaimed, giving you a high five.

“What? That’s not even close!” Dean had gone from playful banter to angry player over the last few turns. As luck would have it for you, not only was Jack struggling with guessing some words, Dean actually sucked at drawing things out.

“Whatever, man. You’re just butthurt ‘cause you can’t draw!” Sam laughed as he sat back down next to you, earning him a bitch face from his older brother.

Jack stood up for their turn and grabbed a marker, “don’t worry, Dean. I’ll lead us to victory!”

“Yeah, yeah kid. Get drawing, we don’t have all day!” Dean sat on the edge of his chair, looking intently at the whiteboard in front of him. You and Sam exchanged an amused glance; Dean could be a sore loser but it was definitely entertaining to watch.

As the timer started counting down, Jack quickly began drawing a triangle with scattered circles.

“Pizza!” Dean yelled, to which Jack shook his head no.

He continued to draw, adding some swirls to the base of the triangle. As he did, you realized what the word was and, looking down to the timer indicating 10 seconds left, you were ready to burst into laughter if Dean didn’t get the answer. Especially since this was their last chance to stay in the game.

“Uhh, triangle? Shapes? Math!” Dean continued to guess and you could almost taste victory as the green-eyed hunter stood up in frustration.

Knowing that he was stumped, you and Sam beamed and counted down together, “five! Four! Three!”

“Oh shut up!”

“Two! One!” The timer went off and you jumped up in celebratory ecstasy. Sam followed and you both made a funny dance, too happy to care about how stupid you may look. The other team, however, wasn’t having it.

“No! I call a replay! A-and I want to switch teams!” Jack stammered, giving Dean an upset look.

You walked over to Dean, who was now sitting back down on his chair, holding his head in his hands, “Hey, it’s okay Ken-doll, that last word was really hard.”

He looked up at you with a bitch face and then at Sam who was trying his best to hold back the laughter. Confused, he looked back at you questioningly, “what? Like you two knew what it was?”

“Obviously! I was trying to dra-“ Jack began but you interrupted with a finger to his lips.

“Bup bup bup! Let me tell him.”

Dean glared as you leaned down and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “Dean, honey. What Jackie here was drawing for you was-quite clearly- a slice of pie. Cherry pie, if you want specifics”

The color drained from the hunter’s face. He looked to the drawing and back to you, realization hitting him like a freight train.

“Son of a bitch!” He exclaimed getting up. He walked to the bar he’d set up on the side and grabbed a glass to pour himself some whiskey. Meanwhile, you laughed and turned back to Jack.

“I’m sorry you lost this one, Jack. Good game though!” you smiled and offered a hand, which he begrudgingly took.

Sam walked over and offered a hand as well, “Yeah, good game, Jack. Now, if you’ll finally excuse me, I need a shower and a nap.”

He walked out of the Dean-cave, and you started to clean up. Looking over to a still very upset Dean, you touched Jack on the arm to get his attention, “it’s okay, bud. I’ll clean up here. Why don’t you go grab a snack from the kitchen?”

“I don’t want a snack, I’m not hungry,” he replied with an eyebrow furrowed in confusion. You sighed and motioned your head towards Dean, hoping Jack would get the message that you wanted to be alone with the older Winchester.

Catching on, Jack smiled and loudly announced, “Ah, okay yes! A snack! I’ll be back later!”

You chuckled and shook your head at his exaggerated performance. Once he left the room, you headed towards Dean.

“Hey,” you said quietly.

“What?” he replied in a snappy tone, to which you raised your eyebrows in surprise. Sure, you knew he’d be upset about the game but the anger seemed a tad excessive. He realized how harsh his tone came out and sighed, “sorry. I shouldn’t snap at you like that.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, “I mean, you did just get your ass handed to you by your brother and little ole’ me!”

Dean rolled his eyes and started walking away. You reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him mid-step, “I’m kidding! Come on, don’t be so salty.”

“Salty?” he repeated, arching an eyebrow in amusement.

“Yeah, that’s what the kids are saying nowadays,” you shrugged, “well at least that’s one of the many things I got to learn watching random YouTube videos with Jack.”

Dean laughed at your confession, the tension from earlier now fully dissipated, “I know what it means, you dork. Just surprised an “old soul” like you knew the slang.”

You punched him lightly on the shoulder and he feigned hurt, “the hell was that for?”

“Oh relax, you big baby.” You stuck your tongue out, earning a chuckle from him.

“Better put that away, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to have to teach you a lesson in manners,” he winked at you.

“Please. Like you’re such a good boy.” You rolled your eyes and headed for the door, “I’m glad you’re feeling better though. Maybe next time you won’t suck at games so much!”

Turning on your heel, you walked out of the room before he could come up with a not-so-witty retort, a smile on your lips.

They may drive you crazy with their insane plots and dangerous decisions, but you wouldn’t trade your little family for anything in the world.

[slut-4-beetlejuice]

The Demon and the Board (beetlejuice fanfiction

Otherwise known as "Beeja-Board 2 electric boogaloo" also known as "I actually put a lot of effort into this, but I'm going to pretend like I didnt and make jokes about it to protect my pride lol"

Couple of PSAs: 1. So, this is kind of a sequel to my beetlejuice ouija board headcannons, check that out to see how we got here, and 2. So, I'm not all that experienced in writing BJ, so constructive criticism is always welcome! Hopefully I'll figure him out as we go along.

Ok, here we go!

"So babes, you wanna know what a bio exorcist is?" The green haired demon asked through a smirk. You stared at him blankly, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. One moment you were playing with an ouija board, then shit got wild and now theres a demon standing in your bedroom. And to make matters worse, his suit was giving you a headache. "Wh...what the hell?!" You asked, confused. "Who are you, wha-..." you started putting the pieces together. "You're beetlejuice, arent you?" "Sh sh shhh!!" The specter scolded you. "Careful with the b word babes. And yea, thats me," he flashed you a wicked grin "the ghost with the most."

You laughed a bit. Well, more forcefully breathed out. "Holy shit I summoned a demon." "Yes, yes you did!" He laughed, "now, do you wanna know what a bio exorcist is or not?" You rolled your eyes at the admittedly cute man in front of you. "Sure," you shrug, "what is a bio exorcist?" Beetlejuice grinned and whipped out a white board. "Ok, so, when you die in your house, you have to stay there for a certain amount of time" he said, drawing a house with little dead stick figures in it. "But, as you a breather know, when people are no longer alive, and therefore can no longer pay rent, new, living people are brought in to pay for the house!" He explained, erasing the dead stick figures and putting in living ones. "Now, normally, this ain't a problem. If you dont like the new roommates, scare em out" he started drawing ghosts. "But what if you're bad at scaring? See, that's where I come in."

Beetlejuice threw the whiteboard behind his back and smiled, standing straighter and straightening out his suit. He stuck his hand out for you to shake. You did. He was...cold yes, but somehow warmer than you expected. "Hi!" He grinned, "I'm B-E-E-T-L-E-J-U-I-C-E, The bio exorcist! I come in and scare out all the breathers so you can breath easy, and ya know, rest in peace and all that jazz!"

You laughed. You found it odd that he spelled out his name despite no longer being in the ouija board, but still found his whole display very entertaining. And oh man, he looked pleased as punch to get a laugh out of you. He had to admit, he found this breather to be better looking than most. They seemed so sweet too...

"So what's your name beautiful" he grinned, showing off his slightly yellow teeth. "Y/N" you said, grinning back. "And, I appreciated the lesson in bio exorcism. Is that a common profession for the afterlife?" Beetlejuice shook his head. "Nope! I'm the one and only! Pretty damn good at it too, if I do say so myself." He seemed so cocky and sure of himself. What you wouldn't give for that kind of confidence...

"So, wait," you asked, "if you're a bio exorcist, what we're you doing in an ouija board?" Suddenly, the spectors demeanor changed. It looked almost like his vibrate green hair started to turn blue at the ends and he scratched the back of his head, looking down. "Well, eh... being dead is kind of lonely. I dont talk to anyone really. Well, I mean, there's my best friend, but shes got like, school and stuff, and friends that are still alive like here and we dont talk as much as we used to. Theres this dead couple that live- well...exist in the house too, but I'm pretty sure I'm just annoying to them. I'm annoying to everyone. I though ouija board duty would be a good way to make new friends." Something he said bothered you. "You dont annoy me" you assured the demon. "Yet" he mumbled back. You smiled softly at him.

"I dont think you can annoy me. I dont believe it." "Oh you should." He said bluntly, "I'm a demon for a reason." You shook you head, "nope, done believe it. You'll have to prove it." Beetlejuice looked up at you, a smile tugging at his lips as he caught on. "Oh yea? Is that a challenge?" He purred, the green returning to his hair. Did...did it change color with his moods?

"Yes sir, yes it is!" You said smugly. "I bet I could summon you every day and still not get annoyed." "Oh you're on!" Beetlejuice laughed, loving a good challenge. Then, he felt it. The farmilar tug in the back if his head of a summons. Lydia. Shit, how long had he been gone? She must be worried about him.

"Uh, hey babes, I gotta go. Urgent bio exorcist business." He said, dispite not wanting to leave. "But, I'm holding you to this challenge! If you dont summon me tomorrow, I'm gonna say I won. You know how to summon me, no excuses!!" You laughed and smiled reassuringly. "Dont worry, I'll summon you." You promised. Beetlejuice smiled as he started to become smokey and vanish. "You better" was the last thing you heard him say.

Definitely not what you expected when you decided to play with an ouija board. Though, you're definitely not upset at the outcome either.

(A/N: so like, I did my best. It's not great but, I also dont hate it. As always constructive criticism is welcome and if you want this to be a series just let me know!! I had a lot of fun writing it!

Edit: someone said they liked it better when I color coded it, and then I realized I forgot to color code it before posting last night!!! So here it is, now coded with colors lol)

[bxcketbarnes]

Russian Translations

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Words: 1800+

Author’s Note: Steve is back baby! Watching the third season of Stranger Things have lit a fire, ngl. The season was so good and emotional like damn. Also, Steve was so fucking adorable in this season. Anyway, I hope you guys like this and let me know if you guys would maybe want a part two with more fluff, fluff, and flufffff. xox

“You’re going to love it here, I promise,” my mother, Kathleen, tells me and I roll my eyes a bit. Mom and I are sitting at the kitchen table while eating dinner and a chuckle leaves my lips.

“I like how you say that a week after we moved in,” I mention with a small grin before shoving the forkful of potatoes into my mouth.

She gives me a smile, shrugging her shoulders. “I was just reassuring you in case you were having doubts. I know you loved the college you were going to,” mom reminds me and I nod slightly. “The number of friends you had.”

“I know. You know, to be honest… most of them weren’t really my friends. They were Daniel’s and since he was a huge dick to me, they weren’t really there for me after we broke up,” I open up to her, poking at my food as I feel my stomach drop.

“Well, I’m sure the people here are a lot more real. How about this,” she pauses and sets her fork down on her plate, “why don’t you go to the mall nearby? You can take my car.”

I finish the food on my plate and bite the inside of my lip as I quickly think about it. “I guess I can, yeah. Never really been to a mall before, so it’d be cool to witness.”

“Great! Someone at the gas station gave me the address when I asked if there was anything to do around here. I’ll give it to you and once you’re done the dishes you can go.”

-

I pull up to the large building that’s adorned with bright colors that slightly lit up the night sky. Jesus, that’s pretty as hell. I pull into a parking space as I notice a whole bunch of people coming in and out of the mall. I swallowed the lump in my throat, a little shy with large crowds of people. Well, here goes nothing.

My lips part a bit at the gorgeous interior, looking completely around at the names of places I’ve never heard of before. I glance up, seeing the name of the mall hanging above the courtyard. “Starcourt, cute,” I chuckle as my eyes come into contact with a place called Love Lace Lingerie. I blush a bit before shrugging my shoulders, making my way towards the small store.

“Hi! Can I help you find anything?” A very cheerful lady asks me and I let out a quiet squeak.

“I, uh, I have no idea. I just moved here and I’ve never seen…” I trail off embarrassingly while scratching the back of my neck.

The brunette lady gives me a small smile and lays a hand on my shoulder. “That’s okay. We’ll figure it out. You’re a very gorgeous woman so, we’ll have to find the right stuff that’ll knock the breath out of guys,” she tells me and I let out an awkward chuckle.

I spent almost an hour in the lingerie store, trying on almost everything that’s in this small place. The lady helping me, Chloe, have picked out some pretty cute stuff, but I don’t know if I would ever have the courage to even get to that step with someone. I left the store with a few bras, panties, a babydoll, and a bodysuit. “I cannot believe that just happened,” I say to myself and glance towards my left, seeing Scoops Ahoy!. “Ice cream, huh? Guess I can reward myself after getting out of my comfort zone.”

As I walk into the ice cream shop I notice a guy standing by the window, looking into it as hushed whispers were heard. “Uh, excuse me?” I quietly call out while tapping the silver bell in front of me.

The man jumps, quickly turning around to face me. I had my lingerie bag on the counter, watching his eyes look me over before they met with the shopping bag. My cheeks heat up as I quickly move it out of sight, clearing my throat a bit. “Hi, welcome to Scoops Ahoy! What can I get you?” He asks in a smooth voice.

“U-Uh, I’m new here so what do you recommend,” I pause to take a look at his name tag, “Steve?”

“I personally recommend the USS Butterscotch. It’s literally to die for,” he tells me while leaning onto the counter.

I nod my head, humming quietly at the suggestion. “I do like butterscotch. I’ll take a small cup of that, please,” I mention with a smile. He nods his head, hair flopping all over the place as I check him out. “I-I love your hair,” the compliment slips out before I was able to stop myself.

“Oh, thank you,” Steve smirks and hands me my cup of ice cream. “That’ll be a dollar twenty-five,” he trails off, raising an eyebrow.

“Y/N. My names Y/N,” I tell him with a small smile while giving him the exact change. “Pozhaluysta,” I grin and turn to walk away when a door slams open.

“Hold on, hold on!” I heard a girl call out and I stop in my tracks, glancing behind me to see a girl my age standing beside Steve. “What did you just say and what language was that?” She asks in a hurry.

My lips move as I stutter over my words a bit. “I-I said you’re welcome in Russian… why?”

Both of them gave each other a look before their gazes returned to me. “Russian?! Oh my god. Are you like, fluent in it??” Steve asks me frantically and I shrug my shoulders.

“Kinda. I took it at college before I moved here,” I inform them and Steve lets out a chuckle.

“Holy shit a super cute girl commented my hair and could possibly help us find evil Russian spies?!” He tries to whisper to his co-worker, but it wasn’t quiet enough for me not to hear.

I couldn’t help the smile that came to my lips, kinda liking this place already as I decide to speak up in the middle of their whisper fight. “Evil Russian spies?” I pipe up and their heads snap towards me. "You guys aren't very quiet."

"What will it take for you to help us translate something?" Steve asks and I shrug.

"I'll do it for nothing. I don't have friends and this sounds interesting so I'm in," I tell them and they give each other a high five as I take a bite of my cone.

Steve opens the little gate, allowing me behind the counter before the three of us go into the back. My eyes widen as I see a child, glancing towards the two teens.

"Who's this?" The child and I ask at the same time.

"Dustin, this is Y/N. She's new here and she can speak Russian. Y/N, this is Dustin," the cute teen introduces and I nod.

I look towards Dustin as he waves and gives me a smile. Aw. He's adorable. "Hi, Dustin," I grin before setting my back on the floor, taking a seat beside him. "So, what's the thing I'm supposed to translate?"

Dustin takes out a tape recorder, rewinding it real quick before pressing play. "Nedelya dlinnaya. Serebryanaya koshka kormit kogda siniy vstrechayetsya s zheltym na zapade."

I furrow my eyebrows together as I feel everyone's eyes on me. I fiddle with the Russian translation dictionary in front of me. "Can you start it again?" I ask the curly-haired child and he nods, rewinding it before playing it again.

"Nedelya dlinnaya-"

"Stop it," I muttered and it stops. I repeat it to myself a couple of times. "So, this part means the week is long."

Robin sits up from leaning on the table, writing it down on the whiteboard. My eyes met Steve's as he watched me intently and Dustin presses play, the voice continuing.

"Serebryanaya koshka kormit-" the man's voice cuts off as it gets paused, allowing me to figure it out in bits.

"Uh," I pause while closing my eyes, snapping my fingers together, "the silver cat feeds," I translate as Robin wrote it down. 

"-kogda siniy vstrechayetsya s zheltym na zapade."

“When blue meets yellow in the west. What the hell?” I mumble as Robin finished the last bit. Dustin stops the tape as they stand in front of the board, all of them looking at it. I stand up as well, moving to stand behind Steve as I look over his shoulder. “What does this mean?”

“Good question. I’ve got no idea,” Steve mutters to me while glancing at me. “Thank you for helping us. I think we’d be here all night if it wasn’t for you.”

A chuckle leaves my lips, crossing my arms over my chest. “It’s not a problem really. You guys seem fun, so I thought why not? If you… if you ever need my help again don’t hesitate to ask,” I tell him while grabbing the pen off of the table before grabbing his hand, writing my number down onto it. “And maybe, if you guys wanna be friends that’d be cool.”

“I’ll definitely keep you around,” Robin speaks up, wrapping her arm around my shoulders, “you seem pretty cool and it seems like our Steve here might have a crush on you.” She smirks at the tall-haired man as his cheeks blushed, lips part a bit before he hits Robin’s arms.

“Robin shut the fuck up. Don’t listen to her. She likes to be a dick sometimes,” Steve mumbles and I laugh lightly. “Come on. I’ll walk you out.”

Steve and I walk out of Scoops Ahoy!, noticing that the mall has actually closed. “Holy shit. I’ve been here quite a while, I see,” I chuckle while looking around the empty mall. The two of us walk out of the building, heading towards my car that’s at least ten feet from the main door. “Thanks for walking me out.”

“It’s no problem, really. Just want to make sure you get home safe, especially now that you know there are evil Russian spies out and about,” he mentions as I step up to the driver’s side door.

“Will you let me know the next step. I wanna be apart of this. I’m intrigued,” I tell him and his eyes widen, feeling his hands gently grab mine.

I take a quick glance down at our hands before looking back up at him, his hair in his face slightly. “I would love to, but I don’t want you to get hurt,” Steve informs me and I furrow my eyebrows.

“But you’r-”

“Yeah, but I’ve been in some weird shit before already. You just moved here and you’re so innocent I just-”

“Innocent? I just helped crack a Russian code. I’d say I’m in this now. Plus, if something goes wrong you’ll be there to protect me. Steve… please,” I beg and squeeze his hands.

Steve sighs, his thumbs rubbing the back of my hands. “Fine, fine. I’ll call you later tonight. I’m sure when I go back in there Dustin will have a plan.”

I grin, getting pretty excited and I lean on my toes to kiss his cheek. “Thanks, Steve. My mom was right… I am going to like it here.”

-

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[inkribbon796]

Where the Crossroads Meet Ch 3

Summary: As the dust settles, heroes and villains meeting don’t necessarily go as planned. Some first meetings are peaceful, others catch the town on fire.

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Chapter 3: Reformation

Silver never much liked fighting magic, too many ways for stuff to go wrong. So fighting a magician with a penchant for starting fires wasn’t how he wanted today to go.

Wade was battling the fires, but magical fire tended to act like an oil spill, so Wade was trying to smother the fires rather than blast them out of existence.

“Can’t you do something?” Wade spat.

“Only if I can hit the bastard!” Mark shouted back angrily.

“I am no such thing, you blasted cur!” The mage spat, his red and white outfit with a sparkling red cloak billowed out behind him despite their being no wind. His red and white opera mask was covered in gold glitter that caught the sun. He had an immaculate sword in his hands. “En Garde!”

Silver sighed, bringing his fists up, “Yeah, buddy, why not?”

He smiled, “A worthy adversary! At last!”

“Do you have one volume for everything?” Silver quipped.

“He does,” another unfamiliar voice, the city seemed to be full of them.

“Back off, Lo, this fight is mine,” the regal mage said.

Wade was standing at Silver’s back. “Hey, pal, we don’t need to fight.”

“Correct,” the unfamiliar voice agreed. “None of us should be fighting at all, The Prince is merely desperate for a fight after our failure at the bank.”

“Hey,” “the Prince” complained. “No I’m not.”

“Your friend, Iblis, sent us,” Logic continued.

Silver chanced a look at the fully masked person with a visor in front of his eyes. He was in a mostly dark blue outfit.

“Princey, I insist you stop your games and help the Captain and I look for the Duke, I am certain he is one of the causes for destruction, you being one of the others,” he was looking around. “I am also about to ask a question that I want the correct answer to: who started these fires?”

“Uhhhhh,” Princey drew out, looking nervous even past his mask, pointing to Silver. “Him?”

“No I didn’t!” Silver shouted back.

“Obviously,” he said, you could practically hear the eye roll in his voice. “I fail to see how two people with super athletics, and hydrokinesis can start fires at will.”

“Well, that’s judgmental of you, and you’re better than that,” Princey told him.

“Just do us all a favor and put the fires out,” he dismissed curtly. “We’re about to have enough problems.”

“How so?” Silver asked, walking. As a man who looked like he’d stepped out of an old black-and-white vaudeville cartoon and another person in a light blue outfit and puppy dog mask were helping to carrying an unconscious hero in a mask.

“Because me and other of our soon-to-be compatriots have upset two very angry and unstable super powered humanoids, and one of them wants me dead,” he explained. “In other important information, you can call me Logic. The personification of ludicrous fairy tales over there is Prince Charming, and our companion over there is Captain Morality.”

“Which one’s which?” Wade asked, which Mark was secretly happy about because he’d been thinking the same thing but now he didn’t have to take the fall for asking it.

“Neither of these are your compatriots, are they?” Logic turned to J.J. He shook his head and Logic groaned. “Well, our chances of meeting a violent demise have raised.”

“Why?” Silver asked.

“Lo upset some demons,” Patton smiled.

“I hardly believe there is a supernatural element at play with any of this,” Logan proposed.

“That’s absolutely impossible,” Roman reminded, chuckling a bit.

“Have you met Anx?” Patton agreed.

“I don’t believe in ghosts or wacky stuff like that, and even I have to admit my city is controlled by a fucking demon,” Mark commented.

“We’ll table this for later,” Logic ordered.

Roman walking up to the unconscious man. “Is he safe to hold up?”

The mute hero nodded and Roman picked him up in his arms. “What happened?”

He made a couple signs and Logan sighed, “He says it was demon possession.

“Silver!” Wilford called out and Silver screamed.

“No!” Silver flew over and slammed into Wilford, knocking him into the nearest wall and just pinning him there. “I’ve had enough bullshit today, and I don’t want more!”

Wil had a huge smile on his face. “I’m so glad I found you, I can’t find Abe or the police and something happened to the city.”

“What did you do? You insane asshat!” Silver knew that whatever happened, Wil was somehow involved.

“I did nothing,” Wilford balked, sounding insulted. “It was that chatterbox that did it.”

“Quit deflecting, you maniac, what did you do?” Silver demanded. He could hear another conversation going on behind him.

“What the hell happened, Jay?” A voice behind him asked.

Silver felt someone tapping on his shoulder. The mono-colored hero looked back to see the mustached silent hero holding up a chalkboard.

“Leave Wil, Dark is coming and we need to be gone,” his whiteboard ordered.

“Oooh,” Wil said in relief to J.J, suddenly appearing out of Silver’s grip to stand next to the mute hero. “And what a dapper gent too.”

J.J just stared at him.

Wilford snapped his fingers in disappointment, “Ahh, shame, maybe some other time then.”

“Hold up a second,” Silver interrupted, “if Dark’s coming, I’m not going anywhere.”

A series of explosions rocked the city a couple blocks down and Silver turned to the source.

“Oooooh~” Wilford cheered, “that looks like a big enough problem. Darky can’t possible ignored that.”

“Can you slow yer roll there fer five seconds, pal,” Jackie told him. “We’ll find him, but there are people dying.”

Wil made a scoffing laugh, “Oh, that’s a good one, this hasn’t been going long enough for games like that.”

“This isn’t a game!” The Irish hero shouted.

“Welcome to Egoton,” Silver greeted dryly to Jackieboy Man. “He’s literally insane.”

The explosions were getting closer.

“It’s too late already,” Logan groaned as a shrill ringing began to flood the area as color began to drain from the area.

A violent tear in reality opened up, a portal as dark as a black hole ripped and Dark stepped out. He looked around and stopped when he saw Wilford.

“There you are!” Dark spat in rage. “What did you do?”

Wilford was too happy to be angry and ran over to hug Dark. “Darky, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“No! No!” Dark shouted, using his aura to push Wil back and pin him in place. “You are going back to the Manor and staying there until I fix this.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Wil pouted.

“Then why is my city stapled to three other ones?” Dark shouted, gesturing to the city around him with one hand.

“I don’t know, the box didn’t tell me,” Wil snapped back.

Dark held up his hands, his aura was still around Wil to keep him in place, “I’m not dealing with this right now, you are going home and that is the end of that.”

Another explosion rag out, closer than the last.

“See?” Wil defended. “I’m not the one blowing up the town.”

“I don’t have time for this,” Dark groaned.

“Give it up, Dark, you’re in on this,” Silver spat.

Dark’s aura snapped out and stabbed Silver, who was too close to get away in time. “I didn’t ask you. I am dealing with enough today and I don’t need your childish antics.”

Dark glared at J.J, “And you, we will be having words after I deal with you.”

J.J signed something that made Wil giggle a bit. Dark glared at him. The sentence had actually been, “Over your dead body”. But due to a lack of anyone translating, Dark assumed it was more vulgar than it actually was.

“So am I in trouble?” Wil asked

Dark glared at him, “What do you think?”

“No?” Wil smiled as he wasn’t about to be shaken like a ragdoll.

“Try again,” Dark warned, tapping his arm angrily.

“Alright, I understand you’re angry but I found you something that might make you feel better,” Wilford bargained. ��If you’ll give me one moment, I can show you.”

“No, I’ve had enough of your games,” Dark spat.

Silver, who had been too busy fighting the two to really stop to think about the villains’ personal lives, realized, “Wait are you two dating?”

J.J and Logan just stared at Silver.

“Isn’t he one of your rogues?” Logan asked.

“Yeah really,” Roman laughed, “these two are obviously as gay as the month of June.”

“As much as I like me some men, I’m actually pan—”

Dark shot out some of his aura towards Roman, J.J frantically pulling out his watch but Jackie was already pulling him to safety.

“Will no one leave me alone for five seconds? If I wanted my personal affairs invaded, I would have continued to keep talking to that insufferable power switch.” Dark snarled.

“Well if I knew how to solve that, I would,” Wil said.

“Wil, you are lucky you can’t die, or I would have painted the wall with your entrails YEARS ago!” Dark roared.

“I was just answering your question,” Wil pouted.

Dark’s eye twitched, but before he could say something Anti appeared next to Dark.

“Hey ‘coon eyes,” Anti smiled, ignoring Dark stabbing him through the heart with his aura. The Entity promptly let go of Wil to glare at Anti. “Yeh find Electro Nerd yet?”

Dark just looked a mix of tired and furious.

Silver looked around to notice that Logic was gone, wherever he was, J.J shook his head at Silver, tapping his finger to his mouth. The black and white colored hero nodded, watching Dark whose aura was churning angrily.

Anti stopped when the glitch demon saw Wilford, looking between him and Dark. He slowly started smiling.

“What?” Dark growled at Anti.

The standoff was momentarily distracted when Marvin was forcing Remus into the ground next to Jackie with inhuman speed and force. Fortunately neither of them were exactly human anymore so they still had usable bones. Both of them were cursing at each other, their clothing singed and burned.

Then Remus noticed Wil, winking and saying, “Hey hot stuff, having fun?”

“Are you kidding me?” Dark muttered angrily.

“Well, I’m a bit busy at the moment but maybe some other time,” Wil smiled encouragingly.

Dark rolled his eyes, opening up a portal and pushing Wil through it, closing it up as quickly as he could, “Stay in there until I get back.”

“Yeh know, yer supposed ta take yer boyfriend outta the closet,” Anti commented with a huge smile.

“You can’t just hijoke me like that,” Remus shouted at him, a giant snake quickly snapping and forcefully dragged Remus towards him, Virgil hiding behind Janus, the Deceitful Side was controlling a massive two headed albino python.

“There you are,” Janus spat. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Oh, Dee, you’ve been missing all the fun,” Remus smiled as the Virgil was starting to tie Remus quickly to the back of the large serpent with yards and yards of spider silk to make sure he couldn’t run off and cause more trouble.

“Come on rat boy, stop squirming,” Virgil spat.

“Only if you make me,” the Duke raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“Ugh,” Virgil groaned and slapped a mass of spider silk over his mouth. “Shut up for five seconds, will you.”

Remus looked elated, mumbling something that Virgil couldn’t understand but still looked upset. Deceit quickly taking them away, throwing up barriers so that he could put as much distance between him and Marvin as possible.

Dark took the distraction as an opportunity to slip away, going back to his warehouses to check on them, Anti glaring after him before counting the amount of heroes and dissolving into green and black pixels.

Jackie had to calm Marvin down from chasing after the three Dark Sides with single-minded anger.

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[jadekitty777]

An Older Brother’s Solemn Duty

So, this story honestly started out as a joke between me and a friend a few weeks ago when Ironqrow showed signs of possibly becoming canon. I brought up the thought of the two actually hooking up and what Taiyang would do if he found out and my conclusion was basically “he’d tease the hell out of Qrow”. This is that idea, expanded and more heartfelt, but also with a hearty dash of my brand of comedy.

I decided to write out the scenario into an actual ficlet as a gift for @lacependragon as a thank you to you for posting back up some of my favorite fics of yours at my request. I apologize it wasn’t finished sooner; I wanted it done by Monday but well. Life has not been particularly kind to me this week. Still, I hope you enjoy it.

Word Count: 2,900

Rating: M, for some suggestive language

Summary: During a mission briefing, Taiyang begins to suspect something is up with Qrow when he starts acting oddly out of character. He quickly discovers the reason behind it lies with the mission coordinator himself: James Ironwood.

Pairings: Ironqrow and mentions of past STR-Crossed

Ao3 Link: An Older Brother’s Solemn Duty

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“Well this is…rustic.” Was Winter’s comment as Tai ushered everyone into the room. His daughter’s team, Team JNR, CFVY and SSSN, Oscar, Qrow, Ironwood and his many trusted operatives from Atlas including Penny, as well as Glynda, Bart and Pete all filed in.

“I do appreciate the accommodations Taiyang, but I was hoping we’d have a holograph at least.” James spoke up as everyone took a seat. The crowd was larger than his normal class size, so while most found desks to sit at, a few of them were stuck standing in the back.

“I have a projector from thirty years ago, if you have slides.” He waved towards the old, bulky gadget sitting atop one of the counters. It was old enough the plastic was discoloring where the device got hot, more of a sickly yellow than the beige it had been.

“Pass!”  Yang voted.

“Miss Xiao Long, another outburst will earn you a detention.” Tai said in his best teacher voice. He caught her sticking her tongue out at him as he turned back to James. He waved to the rectangular box of whiteboard supplies he always kept on his desk. “If you prefer, I also have markers in fun colors.”

The uncomfortable look on the other man’s face was priceless. “I… suppose that will do.”

“Oh!” Penny zipped to their side. “Allow me, sir! It would be my pleasure to draw up the diagrams.”

James straightened up, more assured now. “Yes that would be helpful.”

She eagerly picked up the box, “Oh they are fun!” and got right to work at an inhuman speed.

Tai marveled at it. Her writing was robotically neat, easy and clear to read. The drawings were equally fantastic. “Any chance I can hire her as a TA?”

“I’m afraid allowing you to take one of my finest soldiers is out of the question. But I’d be happy to look into donating for updated supplies.” He probably meant it too!

“Certainly wouldn’t be unwelcome.” He pat his shoulder. “Floor’s yours, General.”

“Thank you.” James turned to the room, getting into his authoritative pose, shoulders straight and hands behind his back. “As you are all well aware, we’ve gathered here today to discuss our plan of attack on clearing out the Grimm at Beacon.”

As the man continued, Taiyang headed to the back of the classroom, making Ruby giggle when he ruffled her hair as he passed by. He joined Qrow in the back, sharing a smile with him. It was nice having his family back home, plus the small troop of friends they’d bought along. Many were using the guest rooms and living room floor for bed space and their excitable presence tended to liven up the nights. Though, he knew all of it was only temporary. He tried not to dwell on that bit, instead listening to the drone of James’ voice as he debriefed them on the operation.

“Once we’ve gotten in range, Qrow I’d like you to use your reconnaissance skills to scope out the Grimm species and get a rough estimate of their numbers. The most critical entry points are here, here and here.” James was drawing X’s on those spots. “Once you’re able to do so, reconvene with Taiyang here and report back to us-”

“Wait.” Qrow spoke up drawing the General up short. “Just Tai?”

He looked back at them. “Well, yes. Is that an issue?”

Curious as well, Tai glanced at his brother-in-law.

He appeared rather out of sorts, as if he were one of his students who had suddenly been called on to answer a question on the board but hadn’t studied the material. “Don’t you think we’re a little shorthanded?”

“Your teamwork has always been outstanding. And as you’re taking the West Entry which is notably much narrower, more bodies will only encumber you both. However, if you feel uncertain, I could have Clover-”

“Uh no, nevermind.” Qrow interjected hastily. “You can keep going.”

James eyeballed him, raising an eyebrow, but if he had another comment, he didn’t broach it, instead turning back to the board. “Now, Team JNR, I’d like you to-”

Subtle as he could, Tai lent over, whispering, “Everything alright?”

It was strange. Qrow had never put up a protest about them working together before. They’d been partnered at Beacon for maiden’s sake. Even odder was his request for more back-up. There weren’t many people the other man felt comfortable working alongside, too stressed his semblance would do something unforetold to them. The more people, the more potential injuries and causalities he’d end up feeling responsible for – whether they truly were his fault or not.  

Tai knew he got a pass because his own semblance, the ability to create barriers, meant he could literally protect himself at a moment’s notice.

Or well, normally he got a pass.

But, whatever was going on in Qrow’s head, it seemed he wasn’t up to sharing as he shrugged it off. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

He frowned, but decided to drop it for now. Maybe he’d get him to open up about it at dinner.

The rest of the conference went off without a hitch and James finally dismissed them all roughly an hour and a half later. As the majority of the room cleared out, Tai caught snatches of conversation.

“So, you guys going to show us around?” Sun was opening the door with his tail, waving Yang and Ruby and their friends out like a gentleman.

“Tell me there’s a decent clothing store around here.” The leader of CFVY was mumbling as she got up from her seat to follow her team.

“Tai!” Bart’s voice caught his attention, the historian waving at him. “Perhaps we can get together tonight?”

He held up a hand in response. “Yeah sure! Come by around 8.” He headed to the front of the room.

James was talking with some of his troops. “Clover, you and Penny do one last calibrations check on the airships. I want to make absolutely certain that everything is in working order.”

“Of course sir. We’ll make sure nothing is missed.” He replied with a salute.

Taiyang studied the younger man curiously, remembering he’d been the one James had mentioned pairing them up with. He was in his early to mid-thirties, had short military-trimmed hair and an eye-catching smile. Certainly attractive. One look at his attire and he could clearly see why he might irk Qrow though. The four-leaf clover medallion was bad enough, but a rabbit’s foot and a horseshoe on his belt? He had to be awfully superstitious.

Clover caught him staring, winking in his direction.

Flirty too. He could get behind that. Tai offered as coy a smile as he dared before the other man departed.

He knew Qrow had caught it, because he heard him snort. He elbowed him in the ribs.

Ignoring the grunt behind him, he said, “Your operatives sure are interesting James.”

“That’s one word for them.” He offered the red marker back. “I apologize for having to use your classroom on such short notice.”

“It’s fine.” Tai replied, dropping it back in the box with the rest of the rainbow. Now where was the eraser? “Really, this whole thing is amazing. The restoration effort, getting back the school? It feels like we’re finally putting the world back together again.”

“Wouldn’t go that far. It’s just one small piece.” Qrow said as he leaned against his desk.

James sighed, running a hand over his beard. “There is certainly much work left to do. Haven. Mantle. But Vale needs its Huntsmen training again. And the kingdom needs its-”

“‘Beacon’ back?” Tai interrupted unabashedly.

It actually earned him a chuckle.

As well as a groan from Qrow. “Don’t laugh. You only make the puns stronger.”

“You just don’t want to admit they’ve groan on you.”

Qrow’s retaliation was to throw the nearest thing in reach at him. That was how he finally found the eraser.

James was laughing more in earnest now, which was even more surprising. Even off-duty, the General rarely was so openly expressive. Not that it was a bad thing; Tai had been saying for years how he needed to cut loose and relax more. He wondered what had changed.

“Hey, why don’t you join us for dinner tonight?” Tai suggested as he turned to the board. “And don’t do that ‘I don’t want to impose’ nonsense, because I already have a miniature army at my house.”

“The offer’s appreciated, but I do need to oversee some last-minute preparations for tomorrow.” He paused, then added cheekily, “And I don’t want to impose.”

Jokes too? He was getting tempted to pinch himself and check that he was really awake.

“Don’t make me throw this at you next.” He waved the eraser threateningly.

James held up a hand pacifyingly. “I apologize, maybe another time.” His eyes darted to the other man. “Though, Qrow, if you can swing by my ship, I’d like to go over your part of the mission more thoroughly with you. I should have some time around 6?”

“I can do that. But, you still need to eat Jimmy.” Qrow pointed out, his heel tapping rhythmically on the floor.

“As a matter fact, I have plans to have a nice bird tonight.”

Tai froze in the middle of wiping away the dust cartridge checklist. Wait… did he hear that right?

The tapping had stopped. “I suppose that’s good enough.”

“Excellent.” He straightened his cufflinks, saying, “Well then, I really should be going then. Gentleman.” With a tip of his head, James walked out the door, leaving only two.

Tai stared at where he had retreated. Then, deliberately slow, he pivoted towards Qrow, staring at him intensely.

“W-What?”

He lent towards him. His brother-in-law immediately shifted back.

“What!?”

He grinned in the absolutely most shit-eating way he could and said, “He’s having ‘bird’, hm?”

Qrow’s eyes widened, the shade that rose to his cheeks almost matching his eyes. “It-It’s not what you think!”

Oh, and he was actually flustered? Tai knew he had to be in deep on this one. And as the self-appointed older brother, there was only one thing to do with such a sensitive situation.

“Oh? My mistake I suppose.” He pulled back, fishing out his scroll.

Qrow watched him suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing.” He shrugged, struggling hard to contain his smile. “Just texting James about how he can best prepare that bird of his.”

The look of horror that crossed Qrow’s face had him absolutely losing it. “TAI DON’T YOU DARE!”

Tai danced backwards as he came diving for it, holding his scroll up in the air, tapping a button. “Annnd send!” The second tackle got him, and the device was quickly wrested from his grasp.

“What did you tell him?!” Qrow practically shoved the screen into his face, his panic quickly morphing to confusion, then annoyance. “This isn’t James.”

Tai folded his arms under his head, smug as can be. “Not this time. And if you don’t want it to be next time, then you better spill it bud.”

“Have I ever told you how much I hate you?” He glared at him over the top of the scroll.

“Once or twice – Ack!” The scroll was dropped on his face as Qrow climbed back to his feet. He offered him a hand up too, so Tai knew he wasn’t actually too mad.

Getting Qrow to start talking was always a chore; but once he did, it was like breaking open a dam. Not a lot of people knew he was a chatterbox. Then again, not a lot of people took the time to get to know him well enough to learn the things he was passionate about. The first time Tai discovered Qrow could say more than six words during a conversation was when the Grimm Reaper came up one boring afternoon. It was like a flip had switched and suddenly he was recounting tales of all her old adventures, proudly showing off Harbinger as he detailed out how he mimicked her kamas, and sharing his crackpot theories about how she was actually still alive.

So to see him in a similar state of reverence, and over James Ironwood of all people, was very telling indeed.

Some time later found Qrow sat atop of Tai’s desk, finishing up the story about how the Atlas Celebratory Ball went, his gaze distant. “I couldn’t handle being around all the alcohol so I stepped out for some air. James followed after me and we talked a bit. Then he asked me to dance, right there on the balcony.”

Tai was directly across from him, sitting on one of the students’ desks. “Did you accept?”

“’Course I did, you think I’m a fool?”

A fool in love. Tai thought privately. “And? How was it?”

“It was fine.” He said with a shrug, like it hadn’t mattered. But the way he refused to meet his eyes gave him away completely.

He lent forward, raising a brow, “It was the most magical thing to have ever happened to you, wasn’t it?”

“C-Come on man, don’t say it like that!” Qrow was going bright red once more, turning away and covering his mouth to hide the grin forming there. “But, maybe.”

He laughed softly. “Knew it.” He hit the back of his heel against one of the desk legs. “This why you were so eager to have someone else on our team tomorrow? Were you hoping he’d get the hint and come along?”

This time, he looked a little guilty. “Yeah. Guess I owe you an apology for doing that back during third year.”

He remembered that – Qrow had actually gotten a little ticked off at him when he’d been constantly volunteering to work with one of the girls’ on homework, pair up on missions, seek them out during lunch hour or do whatever other half-baked idea he could come up with to spend more time with them. Since he’d been spacing it out so equally between Raven and Summer, his rather insecure best friend had taken it completely the wrong way, assuming he’d finally gotten tired of him and was purposely trying to create distance between them. Hand completely forced, Tai eventually had to admit to Qrow that he was crushing on both his sister and their leader (and was kind of freaking out about it).

While Qrow accepted this fact and even promised to keep it secret, he also spent the next few weeks see-sawing between calling him ridiculous and teasing him at every available avenue. Tai never held grudge over it but he did warn him that one day, he’d know what it was like too.

Seems that day finally came.

“Got to say, I’m a little heartbroken.” Tai placed a dramatic hand on his chest. “Suddenly I’m not enough for you?”

Qrow’s legs were long enough he could easily kick his knee. “Come off it.” He settled back on his hands, eyes trailing the floor now. “Honestly, I thought I’d feel the opposite way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I figured if I ever felt this strongly about someone else, I’d want them to be as far away from me as possible. Instead, I can barely wait to see him. It’s idiotic.”

Oh, wow. Tai regarded his best friend a long, quiet moment, joy filling him. “That’s what it’s like. Even if you could see a disaster coming, it doesn’t matter. Because being with them makes every second you do have worth it.”

Qrow arched a brow, asking knowingly, “Was that for Summer or Raven?”

“Both. I wouldn’t trade those days away for anything. Neither should you.” He slipped off the desk to step forward. He placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m really happy for you.”

“What, why?”

Unable to help it, he hooked his arm around his neck and yanked him forward, giving him a brutal noogie. “Because my lil’ bro is all grown up! Sober and falling in love! I’m so proud.”

“Ah! Ack! Stop it!” Qrow squawked as he squirmed in his grasp. “And I’m older than you!”

“Still the little brother.” He let him go, barely feeling the retaliatory punch in the arm. “I mean it though. It’s nice, seeing you this happy.”

“You make it sound like I never am.”

“No but, I always wished it was more frequent.”

“Oh. …Sorry.”

Tai shook his head, saying firmly. “Not something to apologize for. Though, if James is something that invokes such a feeling, he’s a keeper.”

Qrow looked away, that little lovesick smile back. “Yeah, I think he is too.”

Brothers, he was tempted to hug him. So, he did. Qrow took it as awkwardly as always.

“Come on.” Tai said, resisting the urge to swing him around in his own enthusiasm. “We better head home before everyone wonders if we’re having a secret affair.”

“You wish you could get some with an ass as nice as mine.” He joked right back, pulling away.

He leaned to the side, being as exaggerated as possible. “You have an ass?”

“Jimmy sure thinks so.” Qrow wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Tai just laughed shoving him towards the door. If he played his cards right, he just might be able to hear some of those stories too.