A/N: Don’t hate me for doing something not Riverdale lol.
Imagine: Peter faces a new challenge when a new hero on the block begins taking all the good cases… and his reputation. Little does he know that her true identity lies closer than he ever imagined. He realizes your secret identity, while you’re none the wiser to his.
Peter wiped the sweat from his brow, though it did not do much as it was currently covered in red spandex.
He’d been going at it with you for what seemed like hours, though it was only minutes. No matter how fast he seemed to travel through the air via his webs, no matter how fast Karen’s technological prowess picked up on the latest crimes, he’d arrive at the scene of the crime and there you were, already tying up the bad guys and leaving your signature kiss on their cheek with your pink lipstick.
He’d had enough. He was the hero that Brooklyn needed, not you! So, he challenged you. Winner gets to be the presiding hero over the Brooklyn area, loser has to find something else to do. You grinned at his proposal, barraging him with enough blows and kicks for him to wonder how human you really were.
He ducked the roundhouse kick you aimed for his head, shooting his webs at your arms. You dodged the shot deftly, sweeping a leg under his ankles. He jumped to avoid being tripped.
You chuckled, blowing a large, pink bubble with your gum as you extended your compact staff, using it as a lever to jump at him and aim more hits.
“You’re chewing gum!?” Peter said exasperatedly, voice cracking. He’d never met such a nonchalant superhero before, and that was coming from someone who’d taken Ant-Man head-on.
You shrugged, twirling your staff. “It helps me think.” Your comm unit rang and you plucked it off your belt, masked eyes widening at the message. “Gotta go. We’ll pick this up next time, Spider-Dweeb.” With a running head start, you jumped off the roof of the building and out of sight.
They always make shower sex look so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous. (Logan Paul)
Author Notes: So Logan Paul “pranks” you in his vlog, causing you guys to take a shower, which gets a little heated. And I’m not just talking about the hot water ;) (sorry.. that was really lame…) I hope you enjoy! :) Xx
Warnings: Heated makeout session, mentions of nudity, slight mention of smut. One swear word.
Word Count: 888
Requested: No, I was just bored and started writing it.
Logan had been making eyes at you throughout this whole section of filming for his vlog. You being his personal assistant and girlfriend you were always at his place either working or hanging out. You two had scheduled a movie night, so after you got done working you decided to just stay and hangout until he was done vlogging. You were currently scrolling through Instagram when you noticed that the apartment had gone quiet. You look up an empty apartment. Not thinking twice about it you go back to scrolling, only to be interrupted by a thick slimy substance sliding down your back. “Logan!” You shriek, jumping out of the chair, facing your snickering boyfriend. Logan, looking at the camera, says, “Logang, I knew that homemade slime would come in handy!” Turning to he says, “Gotcha babe!! Today’s content has been kind of anti climactic so I had to do something!” You glare at him, earning a chuckle from Logan. Turning back to the camera Logan begins the outro, “Alrighty, if you’re not already apart of the Logang like and subscribe, Logang, smash that like button!! I’ll see you tomorrow, keep being a Maverick. And as always, take it easy fam, PEACE!” and with that he’s shaking his head towards the camera. After setting the camera down he walks over to you, standing at the kitchen sink, trying to desperately clean the green goo off of you. “Babe, you might as well just take a shower, it’s all over your back,” Logan says, going in for a kiss, only to be pushed aside by you with a glare, making a path to the bathroom. “You want some help with those hard to reach places? I can definitely help you with that, if you know what I mean,” Logan replies, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Will it stop all the remarks?” Logan looks as if he is actually contemplating, “Maybe?” You roll your eyes, and with a sigh reply, “oh my god, fine.” You both make your way to the bathroom. As Logan turns on the water you start undressing. You barely notice Logan watching you as he slowly starts to undress, but when you do you turn around blushing. Logan has seen you in the nude plenty of times, but he just makes you feel that giddy, school girl type of way. Logan noticing your red cheeks, walks up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, trying to not get the green slime all over him. He kisses your cheek, “Y/N, you’re beautiful, you don’t have to hide from me.” You turn around and kiss Logan sweetly on the lips, “thanks babe. Now i’m ready for this shower, and you better be ready to clean this slime off of me. You made the mess, you clean it.”
“That’s not the only thing i’m ready for,” Logan whispers in your ear, before stepping in the shower and turning around, holding out his hand, to help you in. As soon as you step in the warm water hits your body and Logan starts cleaning the goo off you. You can’t help but close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of Logan’s hands roaming your body. As he gets closer to your shoulders and neck you can’t help but let out a soft moan as relaxation and pleasure course throughout your body
. Logan leans into your ear, whispering, “Is someone a little tense?” and with that he starts sucking at the sensitive spot behind your ear, causing you to moan a little louder. Logan takes that as the green light, turning you around and passionately kissing your lips. As your tongues battle for dominance Logan slams you against the wall of the shower, causing a shampoo bottle to fall, and land on Logan’s toe. “Ow, Fuck!” Logan bursts out, looking down at the bottle. You giggle, loosing the focus of dominance, Logan takes control. His tongue in full control, you almost melt into the wall of the shower. With you and Logan getting a lot more handsy, you decide to give Logan something special. You and Logan switch places, him now pushed against the wall. You break away and start trailing wet kisses down his jaw, onto his neck, stopping to leave your mark. “Y/N, baby, at least make them easier to hide, for the vlog,” Logan says chuckling. You start moving lower, looking up at Logan with a raised eyebrow. Not breaking eye contact, you start trailing kisses lower and lower down his toned abdomen. As you move to your knee you loose your foot, slipping. You reach up and grab Logan’s shoulders, pulling him down with you. You both land with a thud on the shower floor, Logan on top of you. You both look each other in the eye, holding contact for seconds, only to be broken by the two of you bursting into fits of laughter. Logan rolls off of you and tries to fit beside you on the small floor of the shower, and turns to you saying, “they always make shower sex look appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.” You start laughing again. You turn to him and say, “then maybe we can finish this in the bedroom?” Logan pecks your lips before pulling you both up off the floor, “I’m down!”
Nitya here! I’ve had this blog for 900 years and some of you guys have seen me through one direction, years of regret superwholock, marvel and dc, the 100, sense8, star trek, star wars, and my final form: kpop. the best part of this has been seeing all my old favs also turn into kpop trash blogs how we’ve stayed together for so long through all this. anyway here’s me being gross and loving my mutuals (long post ahead)
“I said let’s take a walk outside. Come on, it’ll be fun”
Nico looked at the other as if he had just grown another head which in the world they live in isn’t that far fetched “There’s a thunderstorm outside and you want to do what?”
“A walk. The two of us. We can also hold hands and be all couply”
“As fun as walking with you might sound, may I repeat a keyword? Thunderstorm. Why would you, a son of Apollo want to take a walk during a thunderstorm? Have you finally lost it?”
“I’m thinking clearly but thank you for having zero faith in me. Some boyfriend you are” Nico simply looked unimpressed causing Will to let out a sigh, “Look, it’s not that we’re directly affected. The magical barrier is keeping us safe, except for the loud thundering sounds that is. So, taking a cliche couple’s walk is totally fine”
“I still don’t think it’s a good idea. Can we just do it sometime else? With a much clearer and calmer sky? or you can take a walk alone if you really want to?“
“I guess that could work” There was disappointment on Will’s eyes but he said nothing more to try and convince the other.
Nico sighed, trying to think of a way to appease his boyfriend “Look, how about I join the campfire tonight? As compensation? The weather might be a lot calmer by then “
"Fine. Don’t sleep on me later, di Angelo” Will gave a brief nod and placed a chase kiss on his boyfriend’s lips “So, later then?”
“Yeah. I’ll see you later”
“Hey, Will” Percy Jackson came running in quickly being followed by Jason Grace. The head medic stopped on his track and waited for the two approaching demigods.
“You two need something?”
“Yeah. We just want to ask how Nico’s doing. Is he okay?”
Will looked puzzled. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t he be okay?”
Both sons of the Big three equally looked confused until realization hit them. Of course, Nico didn’t bother telling his boyfriend.
“We mean the thunderstorm. How’s he holding on?” Jason asked, concern evident in his facial expression.
“Thunderstorms really makes him uncomfortable, you know” Percy added.
“Wait. You mean Nico is afraid of thunderstorms?”
“Can’t believe you didn’t know. No offense but we thought Nico talked to you about it”
Will inwardly cursed, “If you may excuse me, I need to do something”
Why didn’t Nico tell him anything
“What are you doing here?” Will mock pouted at the other before settling himself comfortable on the bed.
“What? you don’t want me here?” Will teased the other as he gently poked him on the side.
“It’s not that. I just thought you said you’ll take a walk” Nico looked really confused “You’re not exactly doing that right now”
“Yeah, figured I’d rather spend time with you and be your cuddle buddy since apparently you didn’t bother telling me about your fear over a thunderstorm” Will raised a brow at the other as if prompting him to make an excuse but obviously not going to believe him in the end.
“Who told you?”
“It doesn’t matter who told me but why didn’t you? Don’t you trust me?”
“I do trust you. I’m sorry” Will let out a deep breath.
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it’s so lame. A son of Hades who can practically raise an army of the dead, deathly afraid of a thunderstorm. That’s just cowardly”
“No it’s not being cowardly. It’s out of your jurisdiction, Nico. You don’t fear something just because you wanted to. Your fears, you don’t choose them. You don’t go picking up which things you should be afraid of. That’s not how things work”
“I guess there is a point in your words. Thanks, Will”
“Anytime, Death boy. Now scoot over”
“What are you doing?”
“Being your cuddle buddy. As both your doctor and your boyfriend, I advise that you need lots of hugs and loving”
“You’re just making up excuses to hug me are you?” Nico tried to fight off the smile on his face but eventually failed. Will chuckled and handed a pair of purple ear muffs at Nico.
“Would be lying if I deny any truth in that accusation. But, I really do want to make you feel better. And, Kayla’s the only one with an ear muff available, so sorry if it’s not a darker color but it should help block the noise out”
I have been thinking of this Headcanons for a while now and I hope u can bring my imagination into light! what if rfa+v+Searan first meeting with MC at an aquarium where she works as a diver and saw her for the first time behind the glass diving with sharks and small fishies and stuff~ maybe she looked like a mermaid :P I'm sorry if it's complicated and it's ok if u don't want to do it~ love u~
I love these scenarios when they meet before RFA <3
I wrote this when I was really sleepy and slightly drunk, so I have no idea if any of this makes any sense lololol. Anyway, hope u like it! ^^
RFA + Saeran and V meet MC at an aquarium
He was there for a photo shoot and decided to take a look at the place
You passed by his side wearing your scuba suit, talking to a colleague about checking on the sharks
He followed you, he just… felt this urge to go after you.
And he watched you mesmerized, you were so elegant… and so brave for being that close to the sharks!
“Isn’t it scary?” he had to ask when you got out, you looked at him puzzled. “The… sharks?”
“Oh… no, not at all! They don’t do anything if they’re fed properly and… if you’re not bleeding.” you say this so naturally and with this huge smile, it’s adorable! “Don’t tell anybody, but… they’re my favorites!”
He felt warm inside about you sharing this secret with him. “Wh-why is that?”
“I don’t know, there’s something exciting about fearing them, you know? Being around something so majestic and dangerous. It’s like…” “Liking someone and being afraid of hurting them with all of your passion?” SHIT! What is he saying? This isn’t one of his musicals!
“Yeah… something like that…” you chuckle. Oh, did you really get it or are you just being polite? “Hey, do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar…”
“I get that a lot, actually.” nah, he wouldn’t brag right now, it was time to know more about you. “So… what’s y-?” one of the sharks bump into the glass and he yelps.
“Oh, shit, Hercules! He’s a little blind, I… I should go, he gets all disoriented when this happens. See ya!” you run without even looking at him.
“Yes… see ya.” Well, he would actually see you a few weeks later standing at his door.
He’s there on a tour promoted by one of his teachers
He’s not really interested in any of this. Sea animals are not really his thing. Then he gets to the dolphin area.
Then you show up and greet his class, and the tour guide introduces you. “This is MC, she usually works with the dolphins and the other mammals.”
“Do you feed them?” somebody asks. “Well, that too, but I mainly provide activities to stimulate their brains. You see, dolphins are extremely smart creatures, and…” you go on talking about dolphin’s brains, and Yoosung is… really interested in all you have to say, he’s even taking notes.
“But enough talking, do any of you want to see how we do it? Let’s see… hum, how about you in the back? The blond one?” he’s so taken aback by your face he doesn’t even notice you’re talking about him, his buddy nudges him and he notices you’re looking straight at him… SHIT
He goes to you hesitantly, your smile is so beautiful and… your curves on this tight scuba suit… wait, what? “What’s your name?”
“Y-Yoosung.” “Cool! So our friend Yoosung here will shuffle these numbers and our other friend Chi Chi will put them in the right order. Here you go, buddy.” shit, you’re so nice! He’s trembling while shuffling the cards. “Okay, Yoosung, you can give to her.”
“M-me?” “Yeah! Don’t worry, she won’t bite! Well, she does sometimes and it hurts as hell, but…” you see his eyes widening. “I’m kidding!” he hears his mates laughing, ugh…
He hands the cards to Chi Chi and she quickly puts them in order, then you explain this isn’t training like in the circus, it’s just a method to stimulate their memory.
After the demonstration is over, the teacher calls a a little break for the students to explore as they please, but Yoosung wants to stay right there.
“Good job, she really liked you!” you say enthusiastically, are you just being nice or are you genuinely this bright? Either way, your smile is beautiful. “I’m so lame for being afraid, I… I’m sorry.”
“Oh, don’t worry, Yoosung! It can be a little intimidating at first…” oh, you remember his name! He wants to know more about you, but then you get a call and run quickly. Well, he would have another chance pretty soon in the chat room.
Well, this was the oddest meeting Mr Han’s associate could ever come up with
Then she sees the jellyfishes and this diver swimming right beside them.
It’s… beautiful! And the diver moves as flowing and elegant as them.
And then the diver looks through the glass, straight at… her? And waves for her? She awkwardly waves back.
“Hey! Did you like the jellyfishes?” you ask her coming from behind. You’re still on your scuba suit. Oh… were you that elegant diver from before?
“Yes, they’re… beautiful! Isn’t it dangerous? I mean… don’t their tentacles burn?” “Oh, my suit protects me, see?” you grab her hand and make her squeeze your arm. She blushes.
“It’s made of a special material, they just bought it thanks to this new investor.” “Yes, it was… my boss, actually.”
“Oh… cool! Your boss is sickening!” is… that a good thing? Judging from your huge smile, it is, she frowns her forehead and you chuckle. “Oh… maybe not?”
She gives this weird smile. “Yeah, my boss is a pain in the ass sometimes too.” how can you talk so easilly to a stranger? But she can’t stop listening to you, for some reason…
She would like to hear more, and talk more. Maybe venting to an outsider about how stressed she was would bring her some relief?
“Oh… speaking of the devil…” you fidget your walkie talkie on your hand. “Gotta go!”
Well… too bad! It wasn’r right now she would have the chance to vent. Gladly she does much more than that when you two meet again.
He heard about this aquarium getting closed and thought about investing in it.
He has his aquarium at home and… well, he really appreciates these creatures, he doesn’t like to think what could happen to the animals if the aquarium gets closed.
So he goes there to see what exactly he’s dealling with. And then he sees this diver surrounded by colorful seahorses.
It’s almost like a mirage, and this diver is apparently having lots of fun. Yes, working with something you love is really fulfilling.
“Hi! We’re… closed right now.” “I’m here to see the admnistrator, actualy.” “I’ll take you there, come on”
He’s a little uncomfortable about walking side by side with this woman all wet, aren’t you cold? “So… may I ask why do you want to see the boss?”
“Well, this is… I would rather not talk about it for now.” Yes, he shouldn’t be discusing this with one of the employees.
“Okay… just know we’re doing our best here, but it’s really hard to keep things in order with such a low budget, I’m saving up as much as I can with the seahorse’s food, for example and…”
“Don’t worry about it. Keep doing your best and it will pay off, I can guarantee.” “Okay, I guess…” he wanted to know more, what were your position here exactly, your name…
“Here you go, sir!” you patted his shoulder friendly and turned around.
He was impressed at how much you cared for this job and for the animals, if every employee was this hardworking, he would be more than happy to buy the place.
And he did, but you just got to know that when you went to his penthouse a couple of weeks later.
That was a weird mission, the thugs were getting more and more creative about places to do money laundering. An aquarium?
He wasn’t sure where to start looking, so he was just strolling around, looking for places he could infiltrate.
Then he saw this girl feeding the seals. Five of them all around you.
He couldn’t hold back a chuckle when he saw you doing this weird dance and the seals mimicking you.
You heard him chuckle and quickly turned around, looking straight at him and blushing. How… adorable!
“Hi! Can I help you?” “Oh… I’m… I’m from supervision, they sent me… to supervise?” WTF? He usually comes up with good stories, why couldn’t he lie properly staring at your curious face?
“So, uhm… about the seals. Are they getting the right treatment?” and you suddenly started talking about their feeding, their meds, even some biology jargons, it looked nothing like the girl who blushed before noticing she was being observed.
“Do you… like working here?” “Well, I… I’m a little worried about the new administration, but sure. I love this so much!” you eyes gleamed. Shit! Now he was the one blushing.
“About the new administration…” “I shouldn’t probably talk about this. Be careful on what you write on your report.” were you… worried for him? You didn’t even know him!
He knew he shouldn’t, but he really wanted to catch at least your name. Hell, now he was worried for you working for thugs! Was there nothing he could do to protect you?
Well, after the background check, he took the liberty to send your resumé to another aquarium, one with honest administrators. You didn’t remember sending any resumé to that place, so you knew it could only be his doing. Yes, even pushing you away like this at Rika’s apartment, you knew how much he cared about you…
He heard about the ice cream they were selling at this aquarium
But the restaurant there would open a little later, ugh… crap!
Well, since he’s here, why not take a look at what these children are making such a fuss about?
Then he sees you explaining to the kids about the starfishes and other animals at these interactive tanks.
“Be gentle, guys! Though it doesn’t show, they can feel everything!” he could see you were trying to be nice to the children, but you were more concerned about the animals.
“Yay! Now let’s take a look at the turtles?” they ran away from the tank.
“Why do they let animals like this for these brats to touch it?” “Well, it’s a… sensorial experience or… some bullshit like this.” Oh! Did you just swear? How feisty! “If you ask me, I think this is ridiculous and just stresses the animals, but… I don’t make the rules.”
“So why do you follow them?” “Well, isn’t it how society works?”
“What if there’s a place you don’t need to follow those rules?” “Well, this sound very utopic, but… I think it would be nice to me…and to the animals…”
Well, he couldn’t do much about the animals, but about you… did he just find his target to help him destroy RFA?
Yes, as he managed to hack into your phone, he knew! You were perfect to be taken to paradise!
He felt really inspired to take some pictures of this wonderful place with such wonderful creatures.
Well, he didn’t expect the most wondeful one to be a human.
He took pictures of this diver moving with the rays like they were all floating, it was amazing!
“My camera loves you… miss.” he took the initiative to talk to you when you came down, you looked puzzled, so he showed you the pictures.
“Oh, the rays are the fotogenic ones, actually.” “Yes, they move beautifully, it’s a shame I can’t really capture the whole movement of them.”
“Dude, are you kidding me? Look at this! You can feel the motion! It’s amazing! You’re… amazing!” and you blushed, he smiled softly, you were even more charming like this.
“Thank you, I’m just really lucky that sometimes I find just the right model.” “Oh yeah, the rays are great models!” he laughed, in addition to all of that, you were still funny? You were the amazing one here.
“You’re the guy they hired to take the promo pictures?” “Oh no, I’m just doing this for fun…” “So you’re a tourist?”
“I guess you can say that. Aren’t we all tourists when it comes to getting involved with these creatures?” “I don’t feel like a tourist around them.”
“Yes, you really look like one of them, look at this, it’s almost like a mermaid.” you blush furiously, and he grins, you’re definitely enchanting as a mermaid, at least.
He could talk to you all day if you let him, but then you got a call and ran without even saying goodbye. Well, maybe you two could meet up again one day? Who knows?
summary: tom is home for a couple of days from filming and decides to surprise paddy and pick him up from school, only to bump into paddy’s very attractive maths teacher
pairing: tom holland x reader
word count: 787 (it’s so short i’m sORRY)
side note: i honestly have no idea on how schooling goes in the UK so I just winged it pls don’t be offended or anything @ anyone who is from the UK. also this was very lame and i didn’t know how to end it??? SORRY AGAIN
Warning: NSFW like for real most of this is smut. enjoy 👉👌👍👍😘😘
Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy
who told you love was fleeting? sometimes men can be so misleading to take what they need from you
I had been silent all morning. From check in with the others in the office to the present as I pulled myself into the train car, I hadn’t spoken a word. I said nothing to Eric, only nodding to acknowledge his orders for me to accompany him to Erudite. Now I stood by the open train door, watching the half decayed city whiz past as I focused on ignoring the man behind me.
“I’m getting flashbacks,"Eric commented, surprising me by how close he actually was with his mouth next to my ear. I jumped, turning around and stepping away.
"Flashbacks to what?” I asked hesitantly, as I watched him move closer.
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about the last time we were on the train together,” he prompted with a smirk. I could feel my face change with the realization of what he meant, my cheeks burning with blush at the memory as he wore a smug expression. Moving in closer, he boxed me in along the metal sheeting.
“Have you really forgotten the way you moved against me, grinding your hips into mine as I pinned you against the wall,” He continued, letting his hands rest on my waist. I fought to maintain my composure, gnawing on my inner cheek as he moved in, trying to ignore the feeling of butterflies in my stomach that his touch inspired.
Oh! I have an HC request! I've never asked for one of these before so sorry if it's lame 😳 my boyfriend and I watch the cooking show chopped together when we are just laying around being lazy and it made me think about what would MC and the RFA watch together? How would they cuddle? Would they make fun of the show together or cry together? Hopefully this makes sense. 😅
RFA Watching TV Shows with MC
Note: Here’s a shorter one until I get a longer one up!! This was super fun, and I apologize if you don’t know of the shows.. Hah, most are American!
And yes, whenever I’m bored I too watch Chopped. There’s something about cooking that makes me feel inclined to watch..
Show(s): Full House
✰ - He loves it when re-runs of this show come on television, and basically loves everything about it, but it gets him so emotional.
✰ - MC is surprised of how touched he is by the life of a man with three daughters and the quirky best friend/next door neighbor and always has a box of tissues on hand.
✰ - Wants to get a dog, name it Comet, just like the Tanners’
✰ - Uses Uncle
Jesse as a rolemodel on how to flirt. Starts saying “Have Mercy” and then
attempts to gel his hair. Realizes that Full House is from the late 80s.
✰ - Lowkey thinks Seven is Joey and Zen is Jesse. Will ask if they can move in to make the whole show complete. Lowkey tries to say he wants three children, but is super awkward this poor child
✰ - He needs to hug MC when the life lessons start happening on the screen, it makes him emotionally distressed.
✰ - MC enjoys how much he likes the show, and how positive he is about having a large family. It makes her happy for the future.
✰ - He just loves to sing along with them, it helps him learn English and he gets to do what he loves
✰ - Often talks about how Rachel Berry is very celf-centered, but has a good voice how ironic
✰ - Likes to pause the show and explain what musical each song comes from, because MC cannot keep up with all the music
✰ - MC usually gets annoyed by the music or drama, and makes sure each of them have a can of beer on hand.
✰ - He is fueled by all of the drama, and will not hesitate to share his opinions of each character. “Quinn should just take what’s hers!” or “That Sebastian Smythe is a smudge on the musical theater industry!” maybe even “Kurt looks great in that suit!”
✰ - Way too into it, but MC enjoys singing along with him on the songs she does know.
✰ - Really likes to see the improvements made to certain restaurants, especially coffee shops, and likes to use them as a reference for her own cafe - grab the notepad when writing.
✰ - MC is just trying to enjoy it and see the techniques but Jaehee is constantly mumbling how they’d have to change certain things to match customer appeal.
✰ - She’ll agree with why the business isn’t doing well, before taking notes on what not to do in the business. MC just wants her to relax and not focus on work smh.
✰ - When it comes to Chopped, she’ll pick a chef right off the bat, and they always win like, MC is sh00k that she’s so accurate.
✰ - Jaehee typically watches them when business is low, to see if things need to change or not, but MC reassures her that change is good but television isn’t the most reliable source.
✰ - “We’re doing a lot better than some of those restaurants people have inherited on Restaurant Takeover!! Because we’re trying so hard, as a team and as a couple!!” MC is so positive and Jaehee needs that whenever she doubts her work.
✰ - He watches Undercover Boss, but only with MC, because he finds it interesting to see people doing a poor job when they think their boss isn’t around. Shouldn’t they work their best at all times?
✰ - “Is this really entertainment?” Jumin finds it intriguing, and wonders how his employees would respond if he’d been on something like it. He also finds it odd that none of the workers can recognize the boss.
✰ - MC then has to convince Jumin that it’s unnecessary for him to go undercover, that his employees are always at their best especially for Jaehee’s sake.
✰ - He’s not the kind of guy to watch this stuff without a purpose, so you’re probably wondering why on earth he watches tons of Soap Operas. Especially the over dramatic telenovelas. Jumin thinks that is how different cultures work.
✰ - MC thinks that Jumin should watch normal television, or stick to the news.
✰ - “MC, would you light the penthouse on fire if I spoke to the secretary at my office..?” Poor MC is just going to sigh and curl up under the blankets together.
✰ - “Why on earth are they kissing after an argument, in the middle of the street, while it’s raining?” “It’s supposed to be romantic and dramatic.” Jumin is confused by the Spanish culture because of these shows, now.
Show(s): The Office, Parks and Recreation
✰ - He only watches these at 3am when he’s too tired to sleep, and thinks everything is much more funny than it actually is.
✰ - Seven was extremely sh00k that they got rid of Michael Scott in the last two seasons, begrudgingly watches them but only because Dwight Schrute is still on there.
✰ - “Dwight is my spirit animal.” Uses just Dwight Schrute quotes about beets in the chatroom, and even convinces Jumin to invest in buying some of the fake beet crop.
✰ - MC tells Seven that if he loves Parks and Recreation so much he should go outside and to a park, and he says that he could always by an RV for the Recreation part.
✰ - “You’re the Pam to my Jim!” or “You’re the Ben to my Leslie!” jokes tend to be around this area, although MC picks up pretty quickly he’s saying she’s the more boring one in the relationship.
✰ - He likes having something the two of you can enjoy, that’s lighthearted and fun.
✰ - MC watches them with Seven just to get some honey buddha chips cuddles and a few laughs at the dumb humor.
I really hate it when males use their privilege to get in comfortable positions, acquire skills etc, then transition and go on about how "cis" women are lame for being less achieving than them. Like, yes, of course you are more successful, you were priviledged from birth for being born with a penis! (sorry for the rant, I don't know where else I can express this, I'm so afraid of backlash)
Oh you mean like how the Wachowskii brothers who both built their careers with the advantage of being white men now get to be hailed as the top “””female””” directors because they decided to play dress up?
You know over women who have had to claw and scrape and work twice as hard because they didn’t have the privilege of being born male?
Don’t be afraid of the backlash. It’s bullshit and we should keep calling it out.
Uchihas Techniques (1/?) 勇武の荒神(Yūbu no Aragami)
Tempestuous God of Valour.
Susanoo is an ability granted to those who awaken the powers of both their Mangekyō Sharingan. It creates a gigantic, humanoid being that surrounds the user and fights on their behalf. As one of the strongest techniques granted to those that have acquired the Mangekyō Sharingan, it is the user’s guardian deity, but at the same time, it consumes the user’s life force and damages their body over time
Characters: Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne Summary: The masks were infectious. He was too late for everyone else, but he would not let them infect Damian too. A/N: I wrote this on a plane and in the middle of the night in airports. Poorly edited on a lunch break. I need so much sleep it’s silly. I meant for this to be much more metaphorical but, oops. Hahahaha.
Request: Could you do Jay x Shy! Daughter of Aladdin and Jasmine reader?
Summary: Jay’s public attempt to ask you to the Cotillion goes awry.
Warnings: Slight panic attack
Author’s Note: Sorry for the lame ending :(
You entered the lunchroom and walked over to your usual table where Lonnie, Jane and a few other girls you were friends with sat. Unfortunately, all they could talk about the Royal Cotillion coming up. “So (Y/N), anyone ask you yet?” Jane asked.
“And by anyone, she means Jay.” Lonnie said in sing song tone. You blushed, swatting her arm playfully. You met him during tourney practice, you being a cheerleader and all.
It wasn’t a secret Jay really liked you. He was incessantly flirting with you. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you. Jay was popular and cute, most girls would kill to be in your position.
It also wasn’t a secret that you really liked Jay. It was kind of ironic, your parents being Aladdin and Jasmine, his dad being Jafar. Your friends liked to joke that you were just like your parents, a thief and a princess.
“Jesus.” Arabella groaned as she hunched herself over. Inhaling all the air she could, she planted her hands on her knees as she winced up towards the stunt coordinator George. “This is no joke.”
George laughed, “Come on, Bell.” Flipping his cap backwards, he moved towards the brunette. “You can do it, I know you can. It’s just a standard move that your body should allow you to do.”
Standing straight up, she sucked in more air. Her expression reading anything but confidence. “Yeah, should being the key word.” Arabella pointed at nothing as she whined. “I’m never going to be able to do it.”
“Well, your character does it in the movie and I’m not changing it. Get to it, Miss.” She could hear the stern tone in his chuckle as he snapped his fingers and pointed towards the mat for her to try again.
Groaning loudly, she took her position and tried to tell herself that she could do the ridiculous move that he wanted her to do. When Tom had called her up a few months ago to audition for Felicia Hardy on the Spiderman project, she was ecstatic. It had been a dream to go for either a hero or villain on a DC or Marvel film. Arabella owed everything to Tom for basically getting her the job but she was not prepared for the intensity that would follow suit of becoming an eventual villain.
Taking in a deep breath and leveling out her heartbeat, she closed her eyes and took one big step back and forced her body to flip forward with the momentum of her arms swinging. Feeling that she didn’t have enough to go with, she opened her eyes and screeched loud enough for the construction around her to stop for a second. Almost landing on her face, she twisted her body and landed sideways on the mat. Flipping over on her back, she threw an arm over her face and groaned for the millionth time.
“I told you.”
George crossed his arms, not satisfied. He had seen the kind of tumbling the girl could do. Tom had spent practically half and hour showing him videos of her flipping. He was almost certain that he could get Arabella to do the move he had picked out. If not, he would have to redo the entire fight scene between not only her character but Tom’s.
“You’re not committing, Bell.” He murmured.
Throwing her hands in the air, she scoffed. “I am committing!”
“Clearly.” George said sarcastically. Turning his cap forward, he shrugged. Out the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Tom heading their way. Sighing, he decided that he’d give the girl a ten minute break. They had been up since the crack of down working out the fight choreograph until they hit a wall with the whole standing-webster. They had spent the last two hours trying to convince Arabella that she could do it.
“Hey, what’s up guys?” Tom asked as he made it within earshot. Flickering a look towards Arabella who looked absolutely defeated, he cocked a brow. “What’s with you?”
Scrubbing her hands over her face, she whined out. “I’m a hopeless young adult who can’t seem to get a standard move down.” She glanced towards George with a slight annoyed expression. Arabella adored George, he was one of the sweetest members of the crew but she was really getting irritated. He had way too much confidence in her.
Crossing his arms, Tom could see her exasperation. “Oh, what’s the move?”
George flickered him the same look Arabella wore on her face. “A standing-webster.”
“Oh.” Tom spoke, probing through his brain on which move that was. Kicking off his shoes, he pulled the strings on his sweatpants tight. Flipping his hat backwards, he bit his thumb as he replayed the move in his head. Jumping onto the mat, he smirked towards Arabella who gave him a look that could kill.
Arabella hissed out a string of curse words when she watched him nail it. She pulled herself up and marched her way towards Tom. Poking him in the chest, she playfully growled. “You think you’re so good-”
“-but I am good.” Tom countered, smirking again at her feisty attitude.
Throwing her hands in the air, “Ooh, look at me. I’m Tom Holland, I can do back flips and aerials.” Throwing him a dirty look that he knew wasn’t actually meant to be taken as so. “I’m Spiderman, I’m Peter Parker. I can do ninety five percent of my stunts.” Arabella knew she was seeming childish but she was ranting off her irritation. She wiggled her fingers towards Tom who stood with the biggest amused grin on his face. “I can do all these moves in my sleep. I was basically born to be Spiderman.”
Tom cracked up, he absolutely adored Arabella. The two of them had instantly clicked when they had read lines for a film they had done two years prior. He knew the producers and directors noticed too because they were always paired when it came down to read lines with the other eventual cast mates. She had an infectious personality, the kind that always made anyone and everyone immediately happy when she walked into a room. She wasn’t snobby and never saw herself higher than anybody. Arabella hadn’t adapted to being a celebrity just like him so he instantly felt a connection.
Tom placed his hands on her shoulders, “Breathe, Ara. Breathe.” He chuckled at her expression, “I promise you can do this. I know you can. I’ve seen some really crazy things happen from you when we’re just messin’ around in my backyard.”
George nodded, patting her on the back. “Me too. Tom’s shown me all the videos. You messed up when you said you wouldn’t be able to do it after I showed you the move.”
Blowing air out of her mouth, she mumbled. “Fine, I’ll try it again.”
“Atta girl.” Tom winked and removed his hands and lightly shoved her towards the X on the mat.
Repeating her steps, she took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Closing her eyes, she took a step back and swung her arms up and then down and flipped forward. It wasn’t exactly what George wanted but it was partially there. Opening her eyes, she glanced down at her knees that were pressing firmly into the mat. They were burning from the impact but she squealed and jumped up. “Holy shit!”
George clapped, “At least we got you halfway there. Now you just have to stick the landing.”
Tom grinned as he tackled her in a hug. “See, I told you, you could do it!” Tom placed all his weight on her, causing the two to crash onto the ground. Laughing hysterically as they winced and whined out in pain, “Shit, that fucking hurt.”
Arabella’s eyes widened, “You hurt?! What about me?!” She placed a firm but gentle pressure on her side. “You weigh way more than you used to, kid.”
Tom pulled himself up in a sitting position, faking a hurt expression. “Are you calling me fat?”
Following his move, she narrowed her eyes and lightly punched him in the stomach before standing up. “Yes, Tom. I’m calling your well-defined abs fat.”
He laughed, shaking his head and rubbing the spot where she had just punched him. “Hey, I’m just making sure. I’ve worked hard on these.”
George rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. “Are you sure you guys aren’t dating?”
Arabella flashed him a look, Tom and her had been battling dating rumors for months now. It was an ongoing fight that the young adults had to face every time someone would interview them. It was almost to the point where Arabella was going to stop denying it just so they could stop asking. “Hey, now.” Flickering a look towards Tom as he stood up, she leaped towards him with a side hug. “Despite dating rumors, I really do love Tom and I show him that friendly love with sass and physical injuries.” Pulling away from Tom, she shrugged. “If you can’t handle it, George, then you might want to try.”
He laughed and pointed a crooked finger in her direction. “You are a bit sassy, Bell. And you’ve got hell of a right hook, so I feel sorry for you Tom.”
Tom shrugged, grinning. “You just gotta learn to go with the flow.”
“Lame.” Arabella stated as she threw her overnight bag on the couch of Tom’s house for the time being. She loved the place Tom was staying at during the filming process of Spiderman. It was beautiful, not a single flaw. Tossing up her hair, she leaned against the armrest while wrinkling her nose. “Who needs sleep? It’s not like we’re about to film a movie for the next seven months.”
Tom chuckled, shaking his head. “I know, I know. But, they all want to get all the sleep in they can before we start shooting. I can understand that, I suppose. I just don’t care that much about sleep.”
“You, sir, will regret you said that.” Pushing off the armrest, she walked into the spacious kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out two bottled beers. She handed one to Tom. “So, since we’re both not twenty one and that’s the legal drinking age in America but we both live in London, do we still get in trouble?” Pulling the hoppy drink to her lips, she rose a brow. “Because we drink all the time back at home.”
Thinking about her question, Tom took a swig. “Well, I assume we would because we aren’t in London and we still have to abide by America’s rules.” Barring his teeth from not having beer in a few days, he laughed. “You’re also the American one!”
She laughed, “Technically, I am but that changed the minute my parents decided to move to London five years ago.” It was a weird transition for Arabella to move from California all the way to England. She had to forget about all the friends she had made and start fresh. She was only grateful for when she did meet Tom because she made friends with all his friends and cherished every single one of them, despite them making fun of her from time to time for having such a strong American accent.
Tom rolled his eyes, “Still a Yank.”
“I will deck you so hard, you’ll be thrown back in time.” She murmured before leaving the kitchen and scampering off to the living room.
“You know,” Tom started as he slowly followed her. “I’m going to have to start telling anyone who asks about you the truth about your abusiveness.”
Arabella snickered, “Yeah okay. Because I would actually purposefully hit you.” Walking backwards towards the game room, she threw her hands partially in the air. “And if I recall correctly, you were the one who gave me a black eye just a month ago.” Pointing to her left eye, she playfully frowned. “It’s almost gone now but it was so bad.”
He pressed his lips together, “Stop, you know I already feel so bad about that.” It had been an accident of course, the two of them were loosely going over one of the many fight scenes they had. George was just watching and making sure they were flowing with precision. It wasn’t until they did one that Arabella wasn’t a hundred percent sure on that she suffered a punch to the face. Instead of moving right, she moved left and felt the contact of Tom’s fist.
He had felt so unbelievably guilty even though Arabella was cracking up. She didn’t hate him or even cry and he had hit her pretty hard. Tom had spent all day apologizing over and over again. And it got even worse when the black eye started to darken, all he wanted to do was crawl in a hole and die.
Arabella laughed at his expression, “You know I still love you Tom. I honestly have no hard feelings over it, I never did. It was an accident.”
“So, you spent the night alone with Tom?” Zendaya whispered in a suggestive tone as she lightly hip bumped Arabella. Wiggling her brows, she smirked. “Anything exciting happen?”
Arabella snorted, grabbing a bagel from the table and shaking her head. “You need to let this whole thing go, Zen.”
“What thing?” She asked innocently before narrowing her eyes with that smirk still plastered on her face. “Oh! You mean the whole you and Tom completely oblivious to the fact that you two were absolutely made for each other?” Tapping her head, she shrugged, “Silly me.”
Taking a bite of her bagel, she chewed it slowly as she felt the sassy attitude from Zendaya’s expression. “Tom and I are just friends.”
“Yeah and the sky is purple.” She retorted.
They started walking to the conference room when Arabella stopped dead in tracks, “What a minute,” turning to the said where her friend was on, she narrowed her eyes and pointed her bagel towards her. “Did you guys, were you lying, did you.” Clamping her mouth shut, she shook her head. “You guys didn’t want to sleep last night, did you?”
Zendaya tore a piece from Arabella’s bagel and popped it in her mouth with a grin. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Bell.” Wiggling her fingers, she walked off towards the conference room leaving Arabella standing there with an irritated expression.
Aside from fighting the dating rumors with tabloids and interviews, she had to fight them with her cast mates and friends. Sure, her and Tom got along extremely well. It was an immediate thing but it had never crossed her mind to be anything more and she didn’t want to. She knew the kind of man Tom would grow up to be and if she ever fell for him, it would be the end. Arabella would never be able to love anyone else again. And though it might sound like a good thing but there was always that underlying pessimistic thoughts she’d have. If she were to ever get involved with Tom on a more intimate level and something ever went south, she’d be stuck forever in love with a man she could never have again while he went off and had a perfect family and career. It would be devastating and despite Arabella never being in love, she was not wiling to risk having her heart broken over someone that would honestly kill her to see with anyone else.
She knew it sounded bad when she used to tell her friends that she wanted an asshole to break her heart because then after a while, she’d see that he wasn’t worth it and that she was being silly being so hung up on someone like that. But to have someone who was a hundred percent worth her time break her heart, would suck horribly. Because how was she supposed to rationalize the worth when they were perfect?
“Hello? Earth to Ara?” Tom snapped his fingers in front of her face, “What are you doing?”
Snapping out of her thoughts, she bit her lip. “Oh, hey Tom. I was just thinking about something Zen had said.”
“What about?” Tom asked, his brow raised. The news of Zendaya wanted him to be with Arabella was no secret to him. In fact, he had thought about Arabella in a different light for awhile now but the weight of possibly losing her as a friend was heavier than his attraction. A part of him wished that they hadn’t gotten so close, just close enough to where he could maybe flirt with the idea of being a couple. But, in the same, he would never wish his friendship with her away.
“Just something silly.” She mumbled, flicking her wrist over, she made a face. “Shit, we’re going to be late.” She grabbed Tom’s arm and fast walked to the conference room.
If you want to be tagged in future installments just comment. I was going to do this in a reader’s pov but it’s still a little hard for me, so I just made up a character. ;D
It’s back! Special thanks to coffee for making this all possible <3 Couldn’t do it without the caffeine.
I hope you like this chapter, it is definitely silly and light-hearted, which is what I wanted.
His lips seemed unnaturally warm and MC really didn’t understand why she didn’t pull away, honestly she should have right? But she didn’t.
A beat passed and then another.
Ieyasu’s hands rested on her hips, holding her in place against him. MC couldn’t the thrill of electricity that passed through her at his touch.
Finally it hit her. What was she doing? She should not be doing this.
She yanked away, staring at him with wide eyes.
“What the hell, Ieyasu?” Her delivery was not near as indignant as she hoped it would be, coming off much more breathy and interested than she had planned.
His lips had felt…so good. MC cursed her own weakness. She knew better than this. He was her douchebag roommate, dammit! She couldn’t just kiss him, or let him kiss her or-
Oh, he was kissing her again. This time MC could help trailing her hands into his hair, pressing herself against him. She might as well enjoy this opportunity while it lasted, right? It was not every day that an attractive, vaguely evil genius was actively trying to kiss her.
He nipped her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth. His tongue sought hers in a battle that she wasn’t willing to lose in.
Finally when the problem of breathing arose they pulled apart. She stared at him, eyes wide and panting. What the hell. He was watching her, his copper eyes drawing her back to his face, to his lips.
He was a better kisser than she expected.
“Oh jeez.” She breathed. “What are we doing?”
“What does it look like?” His cheeks were tinted pink. Cute “Unless you’re telling me that you are so ignorant of the world, stupid girl.”
“Don’t you think it is rude to call a girl you just kissed stupid, what does it say about you?” Her comment was nonchalant, lazy almost. Like she wasn’t as concerned about his response as she should have been.
“It says I’m bored, but you’ll do.” His eyes were cool, and MC pulled away, glaring at him. Her blood ran hot and then cold.
So he was using her.
Of course it could never be easy.
Pride would not allow that slight.
“Well then.” She gripped his arms, going to tug them off of her thighs,noting the look of surprise that crossed his face. “If you’re bored, and that’s the only reason. You can find someone else to make out with.”
“MC-” He stared, but she only shook her head, slamming the door to her room behind her.
Who did he think he was, talking to her like that?
She rested her head on the cool surface of her desk.
He was too good of a kisser for that attitude.
“Things are…tense.” MC massaged her temples, glancing over at her companion. “But really, can you blame me?” She relaxed on the worn couch, looking up at the ceiling. “What do you think about all this? I could use another opinion.”
“I think it is stupid.” The stoic voice cut through her thoughts. She leaned her head over to look at her companion. “And you need to focus on more important things.”
“Aw, Hanbei, you always give me such good advice.” MC let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. “Such a ball of sunshine.”
“Hanbei is our ball of sunshine.” as if on cue, Hideyoshi appeared, plopping on the couch by MC. “But you sound like you’re in a predicament.”
“Oh hideyoshi, you have no idea.” MC cried, falling back against him. “It’s just…so weird.”
“Is he being weird, or are you being weird?”
“What?” MC was brought to pause. Was Ieyasu being weird? He was the same cold-hearted person as ever, perhaps a little less talkative, but he hadn’t seemed vengeful, or even passive aggressive. If anything he was giving her space.
Now about herself, she had barely been home, and when she was she was in her room, or escaping the living room when he walked in.
She was the one being weird.
“Oh no, Hideyooooshi.” She groaned. “Its me, I am being weird.”
“Sorry dear, you are being weird.” He tugged on MC’s cheek, a grin on his face. “Now what are you going to do about it?”
“Umm…” MC frowned. What was she going to do about it? “I guess I should go home and….talk to him?”
“There we go! That is a good idea.” He winked at her ash she pushed his shoulder.
“You’re so lame Hideyoshi.”
“At least I’m not the weird one here.”
“Whatever!” MC hopped up, walking to the door. “If you see the puppy, tell him I stopped by.”
“I’ll see him” Hideyoshi’s voice was sing song. “I’ll tell him to call you later, okay?”
How to make it up to Ieyasu.
MC pouted, looking around the empty apartment. He wouldn’t get out of his clinicals for another hour or two so…what now?
The house was already clean, so she couldn’t do that. Not that she was a particularly tidy person anyways.
She really was only truly good at one domestic task.
But how to get him to eat her food?
After that first night she rarely stepping into the kitchen to cook if he was around.
But she was going to make him something, and he was going to eat it.
Suddenly, an idea. A grin spread across her face. A good idea.
She grabbed a bag, gathering up all of his health food.
How to get a prickly person like him to try her food? Give him no other option!
When Ieyasu returned home, the most obvious difference was the scent, a delicious aroma wafted in from his kitchen, it made his stomach growl, which only made him irritable.
That stupid woman was probably making a mess. HIs eyes sought her out, surprise on his face for only a moment when she turned and grinned at him.
“Ah, you’re back Ieyasu?” She turned, shrugging her shoulders. “I made dinner.”
“I thought I already told you that I wasn’t going to eat any of your unhealthy junk.”
“But this is apology unhealthy junk, it’s yummy.” She wheedled, pushing a plate at him. “And it is done.” MC had worked really hard, she wasn’t going to lie, and he was going to eat it.
Whether he liked it or not.
He stared at her, shaking his head before stepping past her.
“Stupid wretch.” He grumbled. “As if I’d eat your half-poisoned food as a peace offering.” MC shook her head, tutting her tongue as he was opening the cabinet. Wait. He looked into the empty space for a long time. There was nothing there.
“MC.” His voice was low, dangerous. “Where is all of my food.” Another cabinet, the refrigerator. All empty.
When he turned on his heels she was standing by the door, a large bag in her arms. Filled with his food obviously. When her hand hit the handle he spoke.
“Don’t you dare. If you do it, I’ll kill you with my own hands.” She blinked, flinging the door open.
“I’m sorry, Ieyasu, but I have to do this. I promise I’ll restock as soon as you try it”
“I’m not going to eat it!’
“Well then. I’m sorry, but this is the way it has to be” and she sprinted out of his house, the bag of food still secure in her arms.
MC knew that she didn’t have much time, he was faster than her, and this bag of food was heavy, not to mention that she was running up stairs. Still, she had a mission to accomplish.
When she turned her head, she saw him, and before she even realized she was doing it she reached into the bag, pulled out an apple and threw it at him. He dodged and it splattered against the wall.
She nearly knocked a girl to her feet sprinting up the stairs, uttering a quick apology and tossing a vegetable at Ieyasu.
But she knew that it was…
Her own giggling slowed her down and finally he caught her, all but dragging her against his chest. She was panting and laughing even as he glared at her.
“Ie-ya-su. She took a breath between syllables, holding the food against her. “Just try my food!”
Ieyasu didn’t even seem winded, he just stared at her.
“Are you even worth my time?” He finally said, shaking his head and letting her go. “I’d just as soon get new food, since you touched all of this.”
“Please.” MC set the food down, grabbing his arm. “Look. here.” She leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ll agree to the kissing deal…but only if you eat my food.”
“What sort of freudian complex do you have?’ He demanded, a sharp blush on his cheeks. She was sure it was mirrored on her own definitely red face.
Jeez, why was this so hard?
“Is that a yes?” Ieyasu picked up the bag, going back down the stairs as though she wasn’t even talking to him. “Ieyasu, is it a yes?”
“Fine, but only to humor you, you kitchen wench.”
“Yes!” MC all but cheered, following him down the stairs. When they reached the foot, he turned, shooting her an icy glare.
“If you ever do anything so foolish as this again, consider yourself evicted.”
MC watched him expectantly, as he raised the fish up to his lips with his chopsticks. She wasn’t going to lie, she’d made the same thing she’d made him the first time.
Just so show him what he had thrown away. It was her own recipe, and it was damn good.
He took the bite.
He took another bite, yes!
And then another, sullenly eating the food.
“Do you like it?” MC tapped the table with her fingers, a nervous habit.
“Its food.” He kept his face devoid of emotion. “I have no opinions.”
“None?” She sighed. What had she expected? “Okay.” She trailed over to the bag of food and began unpacked.
She had tried and she had failed. Her gambit had been for nothing.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m cleaning up my mess.” She reached up to tuck a can on the shelf. “I’m uh…sorry.”
“For what.” He had finished the plate, eyeing the rest of the food on the counter.
“For failing to please your sense of taste.” She grabbed the food, stepping over to the garbage. His hand shot out, all but grabbing the plate from her. “E-eh?”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t going to eat it.” Ieyasu’s blush was back, his tone rushed. MC stared at him, a smile creeping on her face.
“Does that mean I can cook for you more often?”
“What kind of dungbeetle wants to do MORE chores?”
“I’m taking that as a yes.”
This really was a win-win.
Ieyasu ate her food, she got to kiss Ieyasu. Nothing was weird….well that was up to each person, really.
I’m Huma Trash, and i haven’t seen any fan fiction of the deleted kiss, so i figured that I might as well do it.
The very thought of Auradon had always made her furious.
Every time the chip shop’s TV mentioned the royal family or any of their subjects,
Uma fought the urge to break the TV. Rage boiled in her whenever the Beast King
or his bookish queen made proclamations about how good, how perfect, how happy everyone was on that island. He
always credited the isle of the lost for his peaceful country, saying that
trapping every villain to have ever lived and thousand of minions was a good idea.
He never talked about the children. Uma was basically a slave to her mother,
she worked and managed the shop with no pay, and no recognition, while her
mother sat on her tentacles all day threatening to strangle her or her sisters
if she didn’t buy potion ingredients. Harry and his sister constantly compete
for their father’s attention and affection. They definitely got some sort of
attention. Uma flinched at the memory of Harry, coming to her as she’s closing
up the chip shop, with a split lip and a black eye. And Gil…Uma knew very little of Gil’s home life, but she was
sure his father was too busy admiring himself to teach Gil or his brothers about
life on the isle. God knows the poor child lacked any street smarts. God knows
He would have gotten himself Killed If Uma didn’t protect him.
At age 11 Sirius and Remus laid in their beds across from each other in the dorm. They stayed up later than the others and had their own private conversations. They let their words drift through the late night air because some things are easier said in the comfort of the dark.
At age 12 Sirius and Remus begin to sneak down to the common room late at night to have their private late night conversations face to face by the warmth of the fire. They sit at opposite ends of the couch and confess their private feelings.
At age 13 a nervous Remus confesses that he’s never kissed anyone and immediately after Sirius kisses him. “Who better for a first kiss than your best mate right?” but Remus goes to bed that night secretly wishing for another.
At age 14 Sirius confesses to Remus that he’s gay. He confesses as much to himself as to Remus. Remus tells him that he loves him just the same and gives him a hug. Sirius is relieved. The boys begin to sit closer on the couch.
At age 15 the boys begin to share a blanket on the couch. Sitting close with it wrapped around their shoulders. One night Remus begins to drift off to sleep. Sirius kisses him gently on the forehead. Remus doesn’t bring it up in the morning.
At age 16 the boys kiss again. Remus initiates it. Sirius was in the middle of talking about being worried for the next quidditch match and Remus reached forward and kissed him. He just couldn’t resist it any more.
At age 17 the boys have their late night conversations in Remus’s bed. Remus rests his head on Sirius’s chest. They share late night kisses and wake up tangled in each other.