“Um…” Harry said slowly after a moment. “Okay. That’s… this is… Let me get this straight.” He lifted up a hand and swallowed. “You told your family that you have a boyfriend… and my name was the first one you thought of?”
“Harry Potter was on TV, alright? It wasn’t that much of a stretch.” Louis pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t believe he was explaining himself to Harry fucking Styles. He couldn’t believe he was stooping this low. “Forget it. I’m sorry I even thought about bringing you into this.”
Harry snorted. “What? Did you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend or something?”
(Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.)
Okay, I know you’re thinking, “What is this? Kid spends a few days in the hospital and all his problems are cured?” But I’m not. I know I’m not. I can tell this is just the beginning. I still need to face my homework, my school, my friends. My dad. But the difference between today and last Saturday is that for the first time in a while, I can look forward to the things I want to do in my life.
Lena Luthor wasn’t usually a nervous person. She could command an audience, she could dominate the boardroom, but right now? She was panicking.
Honestly, Lena never really thought her friendship with Kara would reach a stage where she was slowly being introduced into the group, one by one. Maggie had been first. She and Lena had long since discussed the whole Maggie-arresting-Lena debacle, Maggie spending the better part of ten minutes apologising before Lena could get a word in edgewise. She and Maggie had hit it off fairly quickly, bonding over their mutual love of Italian cuisine and various scientific magazines.
They say you draw what is in your heart, then your body follows.
// The dream all Rizumo Shippers wants to see. XD
Rin, visiting Izumo at the middle of the Night (after Izumo’s Arc)
Izumo: Rin, what are you doing here? It is the middle of the Night.
Rin: Nothing. *kisses Izumo* Just making sure this is real.
Izumo: I am alive Rin, you saved me. Everyone had save me. Thank you.
Rin: Haha. You’re right, this is real.
Ace Dex combating the casual aphobia that we all deal with at some point.
“Dude, you’ve never done the nasty?”
Dex rolled his eyes, hard. Whiskey’s tone was just this side of shocked, and it made Dex was to take back the fact that he had said anything at all. It wasn’t exactly that he expected the team to be more understanding than other people, but he hoped that was the case, anyway.
On top of that, Whiskey managed to catch the attention of Ransom and Holster, who were walking past, heads close together.
“Wait, what’s this about someone never smuggling the ol’ bone?”
Ransom gave Holster a critical look, then grinned in that way that only someone on the wrong side of tipsy can. “Playing hide the sausage.”
Holster countered quickly with, “Making the beast with two backs.”
“Assault with a friendly weapon.”
“Entangling the lower beards.”
“Joint sessions of Congress.”
Holster held out a fist. “Bro, pound it out for that one.”
With a solemn nod, Ransom offered tapped his fist to Holster’s. Dex hoped that their (truly awful) back and forth would distract them from what was going on, but instead they plopped onto the couch to join in the conversation. Well, they pushed their way onto the couch, which was already too full, Ransom on one end and Holster in the middle of Nursey and Dex.
Whiskey pointed in Dex’s general direction, and told the captains, “Apparently, Dex has never had sex.”
Holster threw a big arm around Dex’s shoulder and turned toward him. Dex could smell tub juice wafting off of him. “Dex! My dude. My man. Bro. We gotta resolve this.”
“It’s not a problem. There’s nothing to resolve.”
On the other side of Holster, Dex could see his boyfriend’s concerned face. Nursey knew that Dex’s sexuality (well, his asexuality) was still a touchy subject. On the best of days, it was hard for him to have a conversation about. On the days after a game loss and with a group of drunken and less than subtle frat boys, well…. Chances were that it wasn’t going to go well.
“No, but Dex. Dexy. Dex. Sex is so good. Tell ‘im, Rans, tell him about… Shit, what’s a good one for Dex? Crab fishing in the dead sea.”
Dex scrunched up his face. “Dude, that’s fucking gross. And no, whatever fucking euphemism you use, the answer is no.”
On the other side of Holster, Nursey stood up and held a hand out to Dex, and yeah, that sounded like a better idea than having a discussion about life choices with a very drunk Holster. Dex pushed off the couch with a solid fist to Holster’s thigh, maybe a little harder than strictly necessary. He followed Nursey under the caution tape and up the stairs to Chowder’s room.
They spent the rest of the not-kegster (because apparently it could only be a kegster if they won the game) hiding out, watching Brooklyn-99. Dex could feel Nursey sending him concerned looks, but he ignored them. They fell asleep together, cuddling on the thin mattress.
Imagine yandere TFA Megatron, while he was still in professor Sumdac's lab, some how made friends with Sumdac's innocent and naive assistant.
He first starts to regain his consciousness around the time you start working. Maybe that’s a coincidence, maybe not. Before his optics come online, all he has to go by is a voice - soft, and melodic, and pleasant, not at all like that other bumbling oaf. He sits in the dark for days, unable to move, unable to see, with only the gentle sound of your humming for company as you busy yourself around the lab at night. Sometimes you talk to him, just to organize your thoughts out loud or break the unnerving silence, unaware that he’s actually listening.
As the days go by he begins to resent you and the Sumdac fool more and more. You dare you cut him open and put him on display like some sort of lab rat? The only thing that keeps him sane is the knowledge that one day he will reclaim his body, and then he will crush the two of you under his thumb.
Everything changes when one day his optics suddenly flicker back online. It takes him a minute to adjust after being sightless for so long, but gradually he starts to take in his surroundings. What he sees is you, working alone late at night as usual, scribbling something on a table with your back to him. All he can see is your shapely frame, and the back of your hair, but it’s enough to capture his interest. Perhaps if he- ah, yes!
A sudden blast of air from the vents scatters the papers on the desk behind you, forcing you to turn around. If Megatron had control of his jaw, it would have dropped at that point. He had tried to picture in his head before what you looked like - how could he not with such limited means of entertaining himself? - but nothing, nothing he could have imagined can compare to the real thing.
You are… stunning. Yes, that’s the only word he knows for it. Literally, he is stunned. The blinking lights from the lab equipment bath your skin in a soft, unearthly glow as you begin scooping up the fallen papers. You bite your plump lower lip in annoyance as you work in a way that has his energon coursing through his system. Your hair slips smoothly over your shoulder and spills over your face like a curtain. What Megatron wouldn’t give to card his fingers through it as he lifts your head to cover those soft lips in searing kisses.
He knows he shouldn’t be thinking any of these things about an organic, especially when you were working with the man who had done this to him. But he simply can’t bring himself to care - not when you’re down on your knees in front of him, head bowed while you reach for more of the discarded papers. Megatron decides then and there that he’s going to claim you once he gets his body back, He imagines you on your knees before him in front of his throne, this time in reverence, gazing up at him adoringly with those beautiful eyes and swearing your devotion to him in that sweet, sonorous voice of yours. Sooner or later he will make you his, but for now, all he can do is watch - watch and wait…