#>>kinda made with avoidants in mind but i am just kinda silly so take this as a suggestion and not exclusivity to the term

[gengernoway]

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homecomfplatonic ;; an orientation term for when your friends feel like home. Or when your platonic partner feels like home! All safe and comfortable, cozy, just like home if you will !

tagging : @puriette (because this is for pure's coining event)(link) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀@radiomogai

for day 1 of puriette's coining event !!! i uh, ran with both of the prompts, also it is june 1st here ehrm i got pride month early!!!

ID in alt text ^_^

[huskersbooze]

Part 3 to Who's In Control?

Better Than This

Alastor x Reader

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3(here!) |

Summary : After the fight and spending time apart, you and Alastor finally come to realise your mutual feelings for one another, but before that, a more important matter needs to be discussed.. will Alastor finally tell the truth?

Warnings : This is where we go off track and not all of this is canon, swearing/cuss words, Angel jokes about sex(?)

Pairings : Alastor x F!Reader (M!Reader here)

Additional Tags : Lore, world building kinda, angst, fluff, Alastor learns to talk about feelings

Ib : Better Than This by Set It Off

Word count : 1.4k

Wide awake on the couch, you stare up at the ceiling of the hotel.

“I’m closing for the night, kid. You gonna be alright?” Husk asks from the bar.

“I’ll manage. Goodnight, Husk.”

“Night, kid.” He heads towards the staircase, but just before leaving for good, he turns to face you one last time. “Take care. And don’t stay up too late.”

“Mhm. You too.”

After a while, it was quiet. Just an empty hotel with the dim hallway lights and nothing else.

You weren’t really sure why you were here. You could’ve gone back to your room after Husk left, or before, for that matter. Maybe your heart just has desires you couldn’t avoid.

“Shit, stop thinking about him! C’mon, brain! Stop it, now.” You aggressively started to blink, trying to find anything else to distract your mind, but everything seemed to be tied to his existence.

There was no denying you missed him.

“What the hell is happening.. I’m supposed to be mad and angry, not missing him..” You sigh.

Poor Alastor, though.. Maybe I should hear him out? No. Fuck, no! He lied to you! No way.

You groan and cover your eyes with the back of your hand. There was this uneasy churn in your stomach.

Am I.. am I in love with Alastor?

-----

“Alastor, you can’t keep this up forever. You need to fix this.” Rosie sighs, walking Alastor back to the Hotel. 

“What use is there, dear, Rosie?” Alastor’s voice is audibly tired-out, though his smile still etched high and proud. “I was so close.”

“You need to tell the poor thing and let her fend for herself.”

“She wouldn’t listen.”

“Alastor, please. This is no longer about your silly little crush.” Rosie stops in her tracks, catching sight of the Hotel a few streets away. “It’s about her soul.”

“Crush?” Alastor asks, oblivious.

“A crush, someone you have feelings for and want to be with.”

“Ridiculous, Rosie. I don’t do.. Feelings.” It pains him to utter such word.

“Whatever ya’ say. Just.. think about what I said, alright?”

Alastor nods, parting ways with Rosie.

Feelings..? Did he have feelings? Feelings for you?

-----

The door creeks, making you turn your head.

Who would be here this late at night? Was it a guest? No, why would a guest come in at 1am?

But then who would it be..?

You got off the couch and eyed the corner which led to the main entrance. A threat, perhaps.

You simply stayed put, saw a glimpse of a shadow, pounced and tackled whatever had made itself welcome in the hotel until the two of you tumbled onto the ground.

Prepared for the worst, you were surprised to hear.. Radio static?

“Alastor..?” You ask.

The Demon looks up at you, his neck wrapped tightly around your hand.

“Oh shit! Sorry, I thought you were an intruder.” You immediately let go and backed up, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

“Whatever gave you that idea, my dear?” He questions, sitting on the floor opposite of you.

“It's 1am.”

Alastor tilts his head.

“I wouldn't expect you to be out at 1am.”

“You know I don't sleep, dear.” He says, wincing at the fact he's repeated this multiple times in the past.

“Doesn’t mean you’d be out at 1am.” You mutter.

“Valid point.” He says, the tension in the air starting to grow thick.

“So.. uh.” You trail, “Why exactly are you out at 1am, exactly?”

“Ah, just simply visiting Rosie is all.”

“Oh, I see.”

Alastor looks away, his gaze glued to the hotel floors.

“And you, darling?”

“Huh?”

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Oh. I was helping Husk with the bar.” You tell him, which, ultimately, was a lie. Husk was doing all the work while you were drinking away your feelings. But you weren’t about to admit that to Alastor.

“Yes, I see. How nice.”

“Yep.” Damn, this was so awkward.

You got up from the floor, turning your back, “Well, uh.. Goodnight, then.. Alastor.”

“Goodnight, my dear.”

You start hesitantly walking towards the staircase leading to the staff rooms, feeling Alastor watching your back as you left.

“Darling.”

You stop in your tracks. Actually, no, you freeze. Though you made it evident you had no intention in facing him.

“Yes?”

“We need to talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Alastor.”

“You don’t understand, dear. I fear I may regret keeping this from you any sooner in the future.”

“Uh huh..?”

“You’re aware of overlords, I assume?”

“Yes, but what does tha-” Before you could continue, you catch sight of Husk by the top of the stairs.

“Hey, you said you’d sleep, kid-” He tries to joke, but realises you’re not alone. “Oh. Hey, boss.”

“Husker.” He acknowledges. 

“Uh.. am I interruptin’ something?”

“Well, actually-”

“No, of course not.” Alastor cuts you off, passing by and giving you a small pat on the head.

God you missed those.

“We’ll discuss this another time, darling. You need your rest.” Alastor gives the small of your back a little push forward, urging you to go to bed. “I hope to see you tomorrow morning?”

“Y-Yeah.. Sure.” You reply, stepping forward, already missing the contact from Alastor’s hand. “Goodnight.”

“Indeed. Sleep well, my dear.”

You reach the top of the steps and Husk accompanies you back to your room, leaving Alastor still in the lobby by himself.

He returns to his broadcasting studios, a gut feeling in his chest telling him to just be honest with you about the contract. He hums a tune as he returns back.

He’ll fix this. He has to.

-----

“Good morning, Al.” You reached the table where everyone was gathered, and was somewhat pleased to find Alastor already sitting in his normal seat.

“How was sleep, my dear?”

“Good. Did you have your daily dose of venison yet?”

“Not quite. You don’t seem to have your breakfast either.”

“Gotta have my priorities.” You shrug. “Shall we discuss this somewhere else?”

“Let’s.”

You leave alongside Alastor, and the rest of the crew can only stare at each other in shock.

“Did I miss something?” Charlie is first to speak up.

Husk smiles, Sir pentious shrugs, Vaggie asks the same thing.

“Who thinks they’re fuckin’?”

“Angel!”

“Joking, jeez!”

-----

“You wanted to say something?” You take a seat on the floor next to Alastor’s chair.

“By all means, you’re welcome to sit on the chair.”

“I’m good. Your broadcasting panel scares me. You sit.”

“If you insist.” He takes a seat, ruffling your hair. “You’re familiar with overlords, correct?”

“Mhm.”

“Have you ever heard of Azrael?”

“The Legend of the Dark Arts Overlord?”

“Precisely.”

“I’ve heard of it, yes.”

“Well, dear, he’s not a legend. He was the most powerful overlord of us all.”

You weren’t sure what reaction to be giving so you nodded along, waiting for him to continue.

“7 years ago, us overlords were experimenting with power and magic. Azrael formed an experiment, inheriting part of his magic to a human.” He says, meanwhile you still had no idea what this had to do with you.

“This human would be protected, and would only die when Azrael himself gets killed, thus sending the experiment to hell, whether they deserved it or not. 7 years ago, some of us overlords had ‘matters’ to attend to and Azrael had died in the process during the last 2 years.” Alastor proceeds to drop multiple history facts on you at 9 in the morning.

“2 years ago,” He states. “The human was sent to hell with locked up dark magic they weren’t aware of. The overlords are now gambling for this soul as whoever owns the soul owns the power and magic, but on one condition.”

“One condition?”

“Yes, my dear. You see, to own the soul is one thing, but to own the magic.. The soul has to be killed.”

“That’s terrible! And complete bullshit.”

“Exactly, darling. And I own this very soul.” He sighs. “As long as I can own her soul for long enough and find a backdoor, her soul won’t be gambled any longer by the current overlords. But you see, dear, I’m on a time limit here.”

“Is there anything I can do to help? Who’s soul is it?” You desperately question, completely forgetting you were supposed to be still mad at Alastor.

Alastor sighs, looking at you with compassionate eyes as a hand comes to cup your cheek.“2 years ago, this soul entered hell. 2 years ago, another soul that entered hell.. was you.”

———/ TBC. /———

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[marksbear]

Hello there! Could I request Aaron Hotchner x male reader

basically, when the reader was a kid he was a victim to a kidnapping (where he got tortured and shi) which he escapes and it still haunts him years later. While being in the bau he doesn’t tell anyone about it until an unsub comes into play that’s basically a copycat of the readers kidnapper (like same kinds of victims, same way of killing/kidnapping etc) and it kinda all unfolds from there. and ofc Aaron comforts the reader and the unsub is taken down because we love happy endings 🙏

but take your time home boy! Drink water and rest 👍👍

Yoo whats good thank you for requesting big fella! I love your request and I am more than happy to write this!

warnings! Child pred unsubs, kidnapping, topics of rape, torturer, fighting punishing, killing, fighting for a life, sexual assault on a minor. ANGST TO A WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL

side note I didn't know whether to make this platonic or romantic so I ran with romantic SO I hope you don't mind if you wanted to make this platonic just ask and i'll do it.

AARON HOTCHNER X MALE READER

PAST.

You were only twelve. You were walking to your "Girlfriend" at the time house. You made sure to look nice since you were gonna meet her parents. The street was quiet and peaceful like always nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP! MY DOG IS DROWNING!! HELP" A woman shouts from the nearby pond. You looked around to see if there was anyone else to help the dog but once you didn't see anyone you took matters into your own hands.

You run to the pond taking off your shoes and socks jumping into the water to save the dog. It took you a while to get the dog out of the water because the dog is all wet and more heavy now two because you were only a twelve year old boy.

Once you get the dog out of the water the woman thanks you profusely. Like the cocky boy you were you smirked and said "Anytime lady. That was a piece of cake!" The woman laughs and hugs you tightly taking something out of her sleeve before stabbing you with it.

Out of pure shock you swung her on her right on her face with a right hook. The woman gasps and holds her cheek "How dare you boy! Wait until my husband hears about this!"

You took off with a sprint running as fast as you can. But sadly your twelve year old body couldn't out run a dog. The dog had tackled you on the floor dropping all of their body weight on you trapping you on the floor.

"Naughty boy... Lets go home and see how your father is gonna punish you for hitting mommy."

Your version became blurry and body limp then suddenly it went dark.

TIMESKIP

You woke up gasping for air hands that went to your neck. You looked around the place you were in and it looked like the inside of a box. You stood up head feeling woozy.

"I told you he was the one Matthew I mean look at him! Hes our perfect boy~" You snap your way to where the voice came from. You backed away staring at the two shaking. "Don't be scared baby! Were only mama and daddy." The woman says smiling getting off her husband's lap.

"Yeah son. Come here and give daddy a kiss."

"W-what!?! I'm not your SON!" Y/n screams at the odd pair but quickly shuts his mouth once the woman gets the dog. "This is your sister Ali. Shes a trained hunter and you are the size of a mouse to which she can easily hurt. To avoid getting in trouble do what your daddy tells you!" The tone in her voice changes so as her mood.

Trembling you walk to the man and give him a quick peck on the cheek. The man laughs and points at his lips "No son you're so silly. I mean lips son give daddy a kiss on the lips." He cups your face pulling you in for a kiss but you were quicker.

You claw him in the eyes and make a run for it pushing the woman out of your way. "ALI! GO GET HIM!" The dog chases you lunging for your legs before you make it to the stairs you let out a blood curdling scream.

Your body falls to the ground. Your left leg bleeding profusely. You scream and cry scratching the floors nails probably ripping and tearing off fingertips bleeding.

Ali bits and drags both legs like they were toys marking both of them for the rest of your life.

You feel your body getting picked up but gets slammed back down in a fast pace repeating the action until your head is bleeding and face and teared up and bloody.

You lay in your own puddle of blood crying and screaming for help. "MATTHEW STOP IT! You're making a bad impression with our boy~ Let me get him all cleaned up for supper." The woman picks you up taking you out of your misery.

TIMESKIP WARNING!! THE WOMAN IS TRYING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF READER AND TRIES TO TOUCH HIM. SKIP IF YOU DON'T WANNA READ

She was washing you like you were six. She treated you so gently and kindly but she couldn't take her eyes off of your private area. You tried to cover yourself but every time your hands get pushed away. "Baby I am your mother. I gave birth to you It's nothing new. But you sure did get bigger." Tears overcome your eyes making them look like a doll. You learned from your real father to "Never let someone else see your private area. Even Mommy and me. Until you find the right one okay Y/n?" Those words of your father made you keep hiding your area every time she looked making her get more and more annoyed.

"Stop it! Ok Stop it! I don't want you looking at me like that okay!!" You finally fight back and scream at her. The woman stares at you shocked but backs off and walks away.

OKAY THE PART IS DONE!!!

It has been months of getting tortured and pretending to be someone your not and you decide enough is enough. Today is the day. You have been planning this escape for weeks now and it's time to take action. You found a way to lock Ali in the bathroom while you launch your plan to escape.

You hide in a nearby closet waiting for your mom to get in the basement as her daily routine to check up on you. Once you do you pounce on her making sure to cover her mouth as you fight for your life. You punch her on her neck rapidly with full force no doubt making your knuckles bruise.

Even though she was bigger and probably stronger than you. You used the element of surprise as a way to get her. Once she gets tired and weak you take off her shoe using it to smash her in her head. Finally she got unconscious. You take off your shirt and tie her in the most creative knot you thought of and ran upstairs shutting the door behind you and locking it.

Now it's only you and your "Father" You took off your own shoes to go around the house quiet. You learned it from all of the not so p-g movies you and your brother watch. You see your father in his office back towards the wide open door headphones on probably in one of his meetings. You find a couple vases before slowly stalking behind him smashing one hard in the middle of his head. He turns around fast but falls back once you land another one in his face. He lands on the floor hard. You stand above him before raising the third vase over your head before using all of your strength bringing it down onto his head.

Blood on your hands and on the floor and glass covering the room. You look at his phone and a journal before taking it walking out of the house calling 9-1-1 telling them the address as you sit on the porch. After that you pick up the journal and read it. It's all about you. Your height what's your real name and all the things they have done to you in full detail every single day even the way you got kidnapped. You call up your parents "Hey momma...Hey daddy it's me Y/n."

PRESENT

"Agent L/n." -Hotch

"Hey L/n"- Emily

"Daddy you there?"- Of course Morgan asks that earning a glare from Hotch because of the nickname.

"Uh Y/n?" - Spencer

"Is he okay?"- Penelope

You look around and give out a weak laugh. "Uhh sorry. Didn't mean to space out like that." You give them a weak apology rubbing the back of your head.

"You okay? you never spaced out like that. Especially for that long." Gideon points out full of worry. "Yeah i'm good trust me. It's just that the unsubs kinda freak me out."

"Okay i'll give you that one I mean cmon. The victims look exactly like you. Same hair, hair color, eyes, height and all boys. They all fit just like you if you were younger. " Reid rambles pointing out at all of the similarities.

Does he know? No he couldn't know. I mean you were famous in your state for being the survivor or the "Gods son" what your town called you before leaving the state to start fresh. You hated that nickname with such a passion. If you were God's son why the hell did he let you get abused and touched like that SO YOUNG. You were only twelve for crying out loud.

You stared at Reid studying him with a glare. You refused to be outed like this. Not now not here. You became shaking from overthinking.

Then a sheriff comes in with a newspaper dropping it on the round table. "Here this is useful." The team circles around the table reading the title of the newspaper. "God's son? The boy who survived it all." Hotch reads out eyeing the sheriff. "Read it front and back." The sheriff tells the team.

No.No...NO this can't be happening. All of the years and makeup hiding the scars. You wore layers and gloves and long socks to hide the markings. You wore long sleeves to hide the markings that were covered into you saying "Mommy and Daddy." You weren't ready for this. Hell you were never gonna be ready for this.

"Twelve year old Y/n L/n survived ten months of torture, pretending and rape. From a wealthy couple named Matthew Powell and Sarah Powell. The kid who fought for his life and ended up winning." Reid says giving a short summary to the team. The room got quiet with so much tension. Before Reid keeps reading. "The boy still has the scars from everything from that tragic event. Even dog bite markings on his legs from the family dog Ali. And also he carries the journal Matthew owns. The journal has documentation of everything Y/n did or what they did to him even the way they captured the boy "

Gideon raises his hand up signaling Reid to stop reading further. "L/n. Do you know what's going to happen to the boy next. If the unsubs are truly copycats we need to know what they're gonna do to the boy next. The unsubs have been having him for seven days. What did they do to you on the seventh day?" The sheriff asks you but you don't answer only reaching for your bag taking out the journal and hands it to Hotch.

"I keep it with me everywhere I go. I already have to carry the scars everyday so why not carry the story." Y/n says leaning into the hug that Derek gives him. "Everyone can't waste time. Currently their taking him to the park so we have to hurry!" Hotch tells everyone. The team all get up and head out to the cars.

"L/n wait." Hotch says making sure everyone is out before shutting the door locking it and shutting the blinds. "I--im so sorry Aaron!" Y/n chokes out getting out of the chair hugging Aaron as tightly as he can. "Shhh... Its okay Y/n. You didn't do anything wrong baby." Aaron says trying to ease his boyfriend. Y/n cries onto Aaron clinging to him for dear life as Aaron tries to ease him and calm him down. Once Y/n cries became sniffles Aaron pulls him away from him kissing him deeply.

Y/n melts into the kiss. The kisses helps him calm down and get himself back together.

TIMESKIP.

You stare the unsubs down gun pointing at the wife's head. "On your knees." The woman puts her hands in the air kneeling down before you. The victim its behind you holding onto you for dear life.

You had gotten to the playground early before the team even though with the short start. You already took down the guy. Hes handcuffed all bloody and messed up from you. When you had seen him you saw Matthew instead of the other man and you went animistic. You tackled him on the ground and began to punch him repeatedly and hit him with your gun knocking him out and hand cuffed him.

You held the woman to gun point if she didn't let the boy go to which she did and now shes on her knees before you. The only person you saw was Sarah the woman who caused you all of this pain and suffering. You wanted nothing more just to kill her with your bare hands to finish the job all those years ago.

Your vision only focused on her not seeing all other families and FBI and police in the background. Tears running down your face as you move your finger to pull the trigger but stop once you hear Hotch.

"Agent L/n stand down now!"

You watch as cops take the woman and man away. You put your gun in its holder turning around looking at the young image of you. You pick him up for a tight hug both of you crying on each other.

The BAU watches the two of you all of them not daring to make a move or a comment until Hotch walks over to you both grabbing the both of you for a hug.

TIMESKIP WEEKS LATER

For the first time ever Y/n was in his bed with Hotch naked only a pair of boxers covering him. Hotch traces the scars with his hands lowering his head down from time to time giving the scars small kisses. "You're so beautiful Y/n." Hotch says before planting a kiss on one of Y/n larger scars all the way to the top of the scar to the bottom. "H-hotch stop it!" Y/n begs but Hotch ignores it by kissing another scar on his stomach.

"I love you Y/n no matter what happened to you in the past or what you look like I will always love you."

"I love you too you dork now..."

"Aaron~ Why don't you kiss me up here." Y/n suggest smuggly but gets shut up with a slap on the thigh.

THE END

[urtrickster]

silly crackship post for the mceleni au that me and @kindheartedgummybears are making because we're unhinged and treating these characters like barbie dolls.

these are just the current ones we've jokingly brought up and mentioned. no doubt more will pop up the more we develop this au. uh... idk friendly reminder these are all crackships and aren't meant to be taken seriously this is just a fun lil thing i made w kearney idkidk felt like i needed to say tht bc ive seen people get Weird about crackships sometimes.

tabitha x belial. aka tabilial.

god-fearing puritan x demon? hell yeah brother sign me up. there's just something about them that's scratching that itch in my brain in all the right ways.

i. already got a fanfic idea for them. idk why im treating these two so seriously but i am.

jenny x anna. aka janna.

got this picture in my mind of jenny being the only one anna listens to when anna is like. this close to eating someone.

'keep your dog on a leash' trope.

tanya x michelle. aka tanchelle.

tanya and michelle are basically the mediators of this whole horrific mess of a group, so.

tanya is always stressed and very overworked and refuses to relax and michelle is just trying to get the poor girl to pause and sit back for a moment to take a breather.

'go on break.' 'no.' 'c'mon, at least step outside for five minutes to get some fresh air.' 'i will not.'

tabitha x taylor. aka tabylor.

i'm sure you've all seen the propaganda in the ship tournament so there's that.

the inherent horror of meeting your demon while trapped in purgatory is real, taylor's dealt with it. honestly, she totally avoided tabitha for a while thinking she'd just metamorph into the demon again but after a while she realizes that tabitha is just. a person. at least, one conjured up in the same way she was conjured up.

jenny x tabitha. aka mayton.

idkidk i just think it's an interesting concept that i kinda wanna explore a bit in this au. it's existing in my mind.

jenny x taylor. aka jenlor.

neither of them exist!! one is a hallucination thanks to chemical bio-weapon and the other is a hallucination thanks to grief and trauma!

clarice x belial. aka clelial (but also berice).

smth smth they first meet in switchback vr idk i think clarice is in that game smth smth and then they meet in purgatory and belial is like 'damn you were a lot cooler as a murderous alien-possessed husk' and clarice is like 'who the fuck are you'

they co-parent greg. greg is the alien parasite that infected and took over clarice.

daniella x belial. aka danibel.

for reasons unknown the two have beef in this au and therefore provide the classic and beloved enemies to lovers trope.

toma x clarice. aka cloma.

another ship that popped randomly into mind, and one that's equally as intriguing to me and something i would like to explore a bit as well.

honestly i just felt bad for not including toma fhdjskfhd

[queen-scribbles]

I saw the post about the big Bioware sale and figured you're a good person to ask since I've seen you posting about Mass Effect/Dragon Age a lot. The games look fun, and I'm a sucker for complex stories with customizable protagonists, but I am a complete weenie about the more, uh, mature stuff when it comes to romance and the 'M' rating keeps scaring me off.

Like I'm over 18 and I'm fine with the violence/drinking/most of the swearing listed with the M rating, but I just get deeply uncomfortable with the other stuff. I'm just weird like that, I guess.

Is it really a lot? Or is there like a skip option, or some kinda setting that'll just have it be a fade-to-black sitch like SWTOR? I won't be too disappointed if there isn't, I kind of expect that really, but I figured it was worth an ask while the sale is on/to keep in mind for the next sale.

I have major social anxiety and am kinda embarrassed about all this, so sorry about the anon-asking. :P

No, no, you're fine, I understand completely. (I can take or leave a lot of the sexier stuff myself) Now I will try to remember romance scenes bc I haven't played some of these games in 4-5 years, and some of the romances I haven't gotten to yet. 😅 (if you don't mind spoilers you can always look up the romance on yt to check for yourself if it goes past your preferences. but if you do wanna avoid spoilers I will do my best) P much all the romances there's only even potentially anything that might be a problem in the Culmination Scene.

(If I got anything wrong anyone please feel free to correct me)

I know in ME1 the romance scene(with Kaidan for f!Shep, Ashley for m!Shep, Liara for either) there's sideview but shadowed nudity for f!Shep/Ashely/Liara(with Arm Strategically Placed to block boobs so all you really see is a little bit of butt) and Kaidan/mShep is shirtless.

ME2.... I think there's 0 nudity and ftb for Garrus, Thane, Tali, and Jack(ftb on tenderness, comes back in to fully-clothed snuggles in bed), Jacob's shirtless, and Miranda you half-unzip her catsuit uniform so you can see her bra. Oh, and there's a mini-romance-y thing with Kelly and she wears something really skimpy if you do that.

ME3... I need to caveat I've only actually gotten through ME3 with my Kaidanmancers + the Jackmancer, but I watched p much all the others on yt to hurt myself. Also it's been a while. I don't thiiiiink there's any full nudity, when it gets to the big sex scene toward the end, the furthest it goes is cuddling/foreplay with underwear still on, then cuts to waking up still just in underwear, and not all the romances get that. Some of them, ah. end prematurely for different reasons, or the romance isn't an actual companion in this game, so there's less content(Kaidan, Ashley, Garrus, Liara, and Tali get the most, since they join the team + have been established longer). There are new m/m and f/f exclusive option in ME3, but it's been long enough I don't rememberrrrrr if there's anything risque for them. I don't think so.

Andromeda I've only done Liam's romance and I don't think there was much in there(you can get him to stop wearing a shirt on the ship about halfway through and there's a makeout session on the couch that ftb). I think Cora's and Jaal's involve male and female shirtlessness, but I'm straight up blanking for the rest of them.

FOR DRAGON AGE

In Origins, the "big scene" for the romances does involve "sexy" movements, but the characters still have on underwear, so no nudity, and tbh with game engine/graphics advances that have been made a lot of people find those scenes cringey/silly more than sexy now. I think you can skip those, maybe, but if you can't there's dialogue after so you can just look away til you hear your chosen sweetie start talking and the conversation takes place fully clothed.

DA2 they did ftb for the four vanilla game romances. Love interest shows up, there's cutscene kissing fully clothed, ftb, wake up in underwear at worst. (Sebastian MY BELOVED is romanceable with a f!Hawke, but since he's a) chaste and b) a DLC companion, there's absolutely no sex scenes with him, you can get chaste married on his friend path and he'll talk about the two of you getting married to reclaim his homeland on his rival path).

DAI is... simultaneously best and worst in this regard lol Josephine and Solas there's nothing. Sera and Cassandra you see boobs and enough leg to hint at full nudity without actually showing it(Sera's might get a little more explicit, it's been longer for her so I don't 100% remember). Dorian's has... full rear nudity, but I think that's it. Blackwall's I don't remember, Cullen and Iron Bull both have scenes where you can tell they're naked, but the Inquisitor or an object is strategically in the way of the naughty bits.

OH AND not romance related, but possibly an issue, there are demons in the DRagon Age canon known as Desire Demons, who look like practically naked purple ladies(they have, like, an even skimpier version of the SWtOR Slave Girl outfit and are fond of caressing themselves seductively). They aren't in DAI, but do show up in the first two games for a few quests.

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Hi Kiko! I'm glad to hear you'll be starting your new job soon! So exciting!!

And thank you for the update on Atlas🥺! I'm happy to see him doing so much better!! (And that picture of him as a kitten??🥺🥺🥺omgg so cutee). Also you mentioned he is part Maine Coon, is he a big boy then? Because I know Maine Coon cats can grow pretty big.

I hope the new year hass been good so far for you! For me its been a bit hectic with university but not too bad so far. I'm also taking driving lessons to hopefully finally get my license in the summer!

And I have another fun random question about Goinko for you. What do you think their icks would be about one another? (I feel like Gojo seriously wouldn't be able to find any because he's just that whipped for Rinko haha)

HELLO. I AM ALSO EXCITED, AND TERRIFIED. It's completely in-office, which I haven't done in years. My old job was hybrid, and my most recent job was fully remote. I have to wear real pants for this new job 😭😭😂

Atlas IS a big boy. He's already bigger than Arli, who is just a domestic shorthair. She's going on... seven(?) years old now, and Atlas is already about three or four pounds heavier than she is at just over a year old. But the vet says he's at a healthy weight! He also looks bigger sometimes because he's SO FLOOFY. SO FUCKING FLOOFY. But he's long, too. Like, very long. But his tail is kinda short. (hehe. i'm a child for laughing at all the euphemisms that can be made 😂)

The new year has been mostly uneventful so far! I've been trying to spend the time before I start my new job relaxing and catching up on some chores I let fall flat because of my extreme depression 🫠

Good luck with this semester of school! And with your driving lessons! If you don't mind my asking, are you in the states or somewhere else? And do you have a specific reason for not getting your license until now? I know the driving age is different in a few countries, but some people also just choose not to get their license if they don't want/need!

As for your Goinko question: What are their 'icks' about each other?

BRUH. I'VE NEVER REALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS. I also don't have a super good understanding of what this means... DOES THIS MEAN I'M OLD? 😭 google only kinda helped 🥲

We'll just do Another Level for now, but maybe in the future, I'll do Physical Paradox, too! (when i have a better understanding for what this actually means)

Gojo with Rinko:

Whenever she does something that reminds him of the Zenins too much. I think her sneer is one, oddly enough. Like, her really mean sneer that literally matches Naobito or Naoya perfectly.

When she speaks poorly of herself or tries to run from a situation when they have a disagreement. As their relationship develops now that they're together, I can see her avoidant personality really bothering him.

Little ones I think could include silly things like how much detergent she uses when washing clothes, how she hangs her shirts in the closet once they've moved in together completely... I'll probably think of more as time goes on?? maybe??

Rinko with Gojo:

him drinking is for sure one. but idk if that counts?

when he refused to take teaching seriously

when/if he keeps up the facade of overconfidence when they're alone instead of being honest with her...

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there are definitely more, but I AM STRUGGLING, AND I WANT TO ANSWER THIS INSTEAD OF LETTING IT SIT FOR WEEKS.

but in reality, they're so whipped for each other that most things they can just talk through or get over?? like idk if that matters for icks?? WHAT EVEN IS AN ICK. I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND.

I WILL DO A BETTER VERSION OF THIS IN THE FUTURE ONCE I HAVE A BETTER HANDLE ON IT. IT'S ADDED TO MY LIST OF THINGS TO WRITE 😬

[fencecollapsed]

☕️ + every movie you've seen for the first time this year!

OOH that's a good one,, I have seen too many movies for the first time this year to try and do all of them though jfskn SO I am gonna go with the first ten I think of, I hope that is okay <3

Beau is Afraid - I really like Ari Aster's other two movies, and I knew this one was more divisive so I went in with an open mind. I wanted to like this movie but ehhh it just didn't do it for me. I don't think it's bad, I liked parts of it, and it's very clearly a personal passion project so I'm glad it exists on principle. but I think it dragged on a little longer than necessary and it was a little too mean-spirited to work for me the way I feel like it was meant to. still succeeds at being an absolute nightmare, just not one I find as resonant as Hereditary or Midsommar. also Aster clearly has some less than stellar opinions about homeless people.

Sunshine - hadn't heard of this movie til my mom told me about it but I really liked it! honestly it takes something a little special to get me properly invested in space movies, idk why, but this succeeds. probably because the cast is great and also the way the story events unfold is Terrifying. the way the sun is used as an unknowable terror is really cool. I'd call this movie viscerally beautiful in that, eldritch horror "so-horrible-it's-beautiful" kind of way? it's hard to explain it was just very striking to me. the third act gets a lot of flack from what I've seen and I do kinda get why, but I liked it, I don't think the twist is bad.

All My Friends Hate Me - oh baby this movie made me want to rip my skin off hgjsknfd y'know those posts that are like "horror movies have nothing on secondhand embarrassment"? well this is a horror movie about secondhand embarrassment. it's just failed social interaction after failed social interaction as the tension steadily builds and it is ROUGH. I've never hated seeing myself in a character as much as I haaaated seeing myself in Pete. if this shit happened to me I'd end up on the news. I feel like I have to Do Something to avoid this happening to me. nightmare of a movie. I liked it a lot.

Bottoms - I watched this on the plane when I went to Minnesota in April :] I wanted to see it in theaters last year and ended up missing it, and aughhh I really wish I'd gotten to see it in theaters cuz it's SO fun. so silly. absolute delight. I would like Ayo Edebiri and Rachel Sennott to star in ten more movies together please.

To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar - I adored this movie <3 it's fun and very genuinely kind, and Patrick Swayze's performance as Vida was just as phenomenal as that one post said. all three of the main drag queens were played so well, Wesley Snipes and John Leguizamo deserve praise for their portrayals, too. good movie.

Deadpool & Wolverine - I had fun! it's no masterpiece obviously and I definitely think the first two Deadpools are objectively better in terms of story and character work, but this one was very successfully fun and that's really the main thing I want from a Deadpool movie. excellent fight scenes. the opening credits were tailor made specifically for me, by the way. that was for Me-

Trap - I have seen one other M. Night Shyamalan movie in my time and it was a while ago so I can't speak on his whole catalogue, but folks who know his work better let me know what other movies of his are like Trap, cuz I enjoyed Trap. it's so fucking goofy I had a great time. nobody talks or behaves like an actual person and that's like half the charm. it's a nepotism movie to boost Saleka Shyamalan's music career and I respect that cuz it's not subtle and it's entertaining. not Amazing or anything but it's solidly fun.

Dream Scenario - the movie where Nic Cage plays a guy named Paul Matthews... strange movie!! bizarrely distressing at times. I was drunk with my bestie when I watched it so I think I'd have to watch it again to know how I really feel about it. I don't think I disliked it though. solidly surreal and interesting for sure.

We're All Going to the World's Fair - not as good as I Saw the TV Glow, imo, but still very good! very slow and quiet and somber. excellent use of its low budget. reeeeally captured that specific feeling of adolescence, holing up in your room and watching videos you probably shouldn't in the dark late at night. very "haha I did that" for me. also May Leitz was there!! which I still think is very cool. extremely niche cameo but hey I was the audience for it.

Saw - I think. that Saw is fine hgnkdmsg it's fine. it doesn't do for me what it seems to do for a lot of other people on this site, but I liked it fine. good ending definitely, the ending is probably the best part imo. that and Amanda's trap sequence, best parts. I am interested in the sequels, I don't know if I'll watch ALL of them but I'd like to dip into them at some point. I liked it fine.

[nothing-ramblings]

its currently 1am in my timezone and I just made this blog on a whim because i cant stop thinling about this stupid thing isaw months ago and its too late to bother my friends about it so hi

i dont remember how long ago exactly but its been a few months- i saw a post calling ouran problematic for the whole "incest thing". at the time i ignored it cause i hate confrontation but sometimes it comes back to haunt me by which i mean annoyingly take up space in my mind

now i havent read the manga, but i did watch the qnime and i believe the post was specifically about the anime. now maybe they just quit it very early on or maybe we just have very different interpretations but the anime i watched did not in fact have any incest in it. it did have kaoru and hikaru playing with that trope at the host club, and iirc trying to shock their nanny at one point? but thats the main thing here, and it's something the anime does a lot, they are playing with the trope.

while i can understand that being enough to cause discomfort i feel like its not only inaccurate but also unfair as i feel like it discredits the way the show makes fun of these common tropes in reverse harem (the genre it's a part of). no actual incest happens in that anime, in fact both brothers happen to have a crush on haruhi as is the rule w this type of anime and i think one of them even decides to step back for his brother.

now why am i rambling about this months after i saw a random post? mostly because im trying to sleep and my brain is going in circles on this topic. but also because it does genuinely bother me.

im not comfortable with incest in the media i consume either, i also know it can be a trigger for some people (then again anything can be a trigger), and some people just dont like it because they think its morally reprehensible to even write about it, while others are huge fans of game of thrones the incest show! im not here to talk morality because thats a whole other topic about howuch you believe fiction affects reality and im not here for that, im here for a stupid too-long anime post about nothing important. the thing is calling it incest when it isn't just feels misleading and once again discredits the thing the show likes to do of mocking these tropes, its silly to point at a parody and claim its supporting the thing its actually parodying. i dont think thats how those work but i could be wrong idk!

i just think that, if you don't like somehing you watched or read or whatever, you can just say so without making up a reason to call it problematic, or taking smth out of context to call it problematic. hell idk maybe there IS smth u could call problematic about ouran, there must be seeing as no media is flawless, i just think calling the hikaru and kaoru bit "incest" kinda downplays actual incest which like. Maybe people are trying to avoid? and maybe some of those people would think the joke is gross while others wouldnt rlly care.

At least specify its not actual incest and ur just uncomfortable w them pretending to be. thats totally fair!!! just dont call it smth it isnt idk

anyway i rlly like these lil shits even if their schtick is kinda iffy kinda weird

[toadstool32]

Ok I'm in bed time to write about my silly little guy

HAHA it's a lot ✌️

First image top left I made a lil diagram to show the differences design wise on how I draw darling and how I draw myself mainly that the no glasses version has darling with kind of a goofy face (u gotta make the eyes look at nothing!!) My dad says I have a goofy look w/o my glasses on bc i can't focus on where to look lol but I always draw myself w glasses Homestuck style that's my vibe they're stuck to my face. But for design sake I just put a tired look on

For the difference between the glasses version in the lil hair clips on darling otherwise it's literally the same. Ah but I tend to draw myself with no mouth while darling has the cat mouth. Slight differenceeeess.

Top right literally two self portraits love and peace

In the middle it's just the difference in dynamic regarding karamatsu aka karadari so sweeeeet hug hug!!! Lovely friends <3 I personally wanna take a bite of him it doesn't even have to be sexual it can be if he wants but it doesn't HAVE to be I wanna [I am forcibly dragged away from my phone] he's like my personal pin up doll I wanna see him in silly outfits and on his knew begging. For what? Idk man. Do I have to put a label on this post.man

Bottom left darling :3. Bottom right me but silly. It's me tiny yr friend tiny <obsessed w that line.

Uhhh second pic r expressions!!!

Darling kinda puts on a mask and by putting on I mean removes thyr glasses so everything is out of focus and not so scary yay for not having to maintain proper eye contact <3

First is a neutral face. Darling puts on a smile and keeps it all the time he's just a silly guy! W the glasses on they don't have to smile too hard n the cat mouth is kinda stuck now they r chill.

For a confused face if darling is out and about with ppl they just do the airhead act when they don't get something and is confronted about it (otherwise they just fake they know stuff "yes and " king of improv) if they act cutesy whoever is asking might go easy and explain. If they're just hanging out darling will just straight tell u they don't get shit tactless king 👑

Darling has a infinite patience bc they are also kind of a lot to deal with hey she gets it. No use getting mad at stuff. However they can get tired of u if u r being a dick but they will avoid confrontation n try to keep on smiling. if they're hanging out and they get irritated about something u Will Know, still have lots of patience but will actually let it out on you instead of grinning and bearing it. They're a forget not forgive kinda guy so if u did something real bad they will remember later and will curse you out when that happens but mostly tries to keep a good attitude! Dont mind!!!

Happy!!! Darling laughs at everything they're just a silly happy lil guy but while playing up the "happy persona" they will sound kinda fake? Anime girl teehee kinda laugh when Not playing up the airhead act they do like a deadpan laugh like they're so tired they don't have the energy to laugh. But they still laugh bc u said a funny :) a friend once told me I laugh like fenneko from agretsuko so if u need a reference maybe that 👍 they can laugh out loud real hard but u have to caught them off guard laugh so hard it Hurts <3

For the sad one darling will try to hide if they're upset by distracting u or changing the topic. Will try to distract themselves and try to have a good time or forget why they're upset up until they can't do that anymore but theyr face gets red and it would hard for them to speak so u Know something is wrong. Probs thought about their thesis.i also cry when I think about it. When they let it out they're a messy crier. All kicking and screaming v v ugly. Doesn't happen very often but when it does it's all so dramatic

Top right second pic! A transition of sorts <3 darling wears flowy clothes they would wear comfy shit n stuff that shows skin bc it's comfy and the movement on the fabric is just fun! They get cold easily so a big sweater for when they get cold or in this case tired of being social they can just hide. Being too long without the glasses also makes them grumpy cause they can't.see. so it's full on back in the cave mode.if ur close they will keep hanging out just with less energy if this is a social thing or a work thing they'll try to bail. Hit the bricks Dari!!

And the last one!! I love when a guy is two dudes auughh. I overbalanced my simple design of literally drawing myself by making it a double form kinda think. Max said that it's like a pokemon w a second form on low HP and YES it's like that

Ok that's all wow that got long

made doodles to show the differences between darling and me design wise and also some expressions bc i need to show u how this guy works do you see my vision

[larryjohnsonsbitch]

May I request sal x fem reader

Sal and Ashley been hanging out lately , sal gf starts overthinking that maybe sal doesn’t like her anymore so she starts avoiding him . Then after awhile sal confronts his gf , she tells him the reason she been avoiding him and it ends with smut. ❤️ can this be kinda angsty and long pls ,take your time with it🥺❤️ Thank you

Hi sunflower!

I’m so sorry for how long this took to write, I’ve been really struggling with motivation for a while so when I had a sudden burst of it at 1am this was the product.

Hope you enjoy!

WARNING: NSFW MINORS DNI

Your boyfriend and ash had always been close, hanging out often and such. You were very much aware of the crush that Sal used to have on ash and he always makes it clear that your the one he loves, not some silly teenage crush, but truly love.

But no matter how much you pushed and shoved away the negative thoughts that clouded your mind as he laughed at her jokes, they always came back.

What if I’m not enough. What if he doesn’t want me anymore. She’s always been prettier, funnier too. He’d be happier if I just leave. I need to leave.

So that’s how you found yourself slowly moving away from the love of your life, no longer answering texts as fast as you used too no matter how much you wanted to reply the second you saw his name. And watching as ash held into his arm showing him something in the store window that made the both of them smile.

And no matter how much it killed you, they looked like a good couple.

So as days turned to weeks and those weeks into a month, the space you put between you and your boyfriend grew evermore leaving him wondering what he had done and if you had found someone better.

Until one day as you were in the apartment kitchen making lunch, ash knocked at the door and sal opened it. You eyed her suspiciously, unable to help it as you saw the light blush dusting her cheeks and the way she fluttered her eyelashes at Sal. She reached to grab his hand and pulled it closer to her.

The sick feeling in your stomach only grew.

So this is it. I knew he would leave me, but why so soon? Why am I never good enough. this isn’t fair.

You quickly left the kitchen entering the bathroom as quickly as you could before the sobs came, crashing through you like tidal waves of sadness, you struggles to breathe as you sat in the floor, eyes blurred from the tears that ran down your face mixing with the snot and mucus. It wasn’t pretty, most certainly not like the girls from the movies.

It was the that the you heard the soft knock at the door, the pattern and rhythm created a little song which instantly gave away who it was, Sal.

He opened the door tentatively as if not to scare you and you steeled yourself for what was to come.

“Darling, are you alright” that wasn’t what you were expecting, he knelt in front of you taking off his prosthetic and holding you face in his hands, wiping away your tears.

“I’m so sorry, Sal” you could feel another wave of sobs coming as you spoke “I’m sorry I can’t be good enough for you, but you should be happy- with ash.” You hiccuped and and struggled to breath all throughout your sentence; but once you had finished, Sals lips crashed into yours.

He pulled away, pressing his for head to yours looking deeply into your eyes, his eyes were such a bright blue it feet like you were looking at the sunniest blue sky.

“Is that why you’ve been distant? You think I could ever leave you?”

He kissed you once more and it felt like pure happiness was being released into you as he pulled you tighter.

“You think I could ever leave someone so perfect. So beautiful. So amazing.” He punctuated each compliment with a kiss. “Let me show you how special you are”

He stood up, holding out his hand to you- still frowning after he moved away- and helped you to your feet.

He pulled you through your apartment to your shared bedroom and pushed you into the bed.

He crawled on-top of you, pushing his knee between your thighs as heat pooled to your core.

He kissed you like a starving man having his first meal and pure ecstasy ran through you veins at the feeling. His hands ran beneath your shirt, gently playing with your nipples before fully removing your shirt.

He took one of your perked nipples into his mouth and sucked at it, rolling it softly between his teeth, the other he okayed with in his hand softly punching and playing with it causing soft moans to fall from your lips as you bucked your hips, desperate for any kind of friction. But instead of heeding to your neediness he held your hips down to stop them from bucking and moved down from your nipples leaving a trail of wet kisses down your chest and stomach.

He stopped at the waistline of your pants, a smirk on his lips as he moved his hand to your heat feeling the wetness that has soaked through you pants.

“So wet for me already, baby” he kissed the top of your head softly before slowly removing your pants.

“Your so good to me, y/n. I could never leave you, even if you hurt me, even if it kills me. I would stay. With you.”

His words caused a shiver to run through your body as you arched into him.

He quickly removed you pants, then removed his own clothes. You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him passionately, pressing yourself into him as much as possible. One of his hands tugged at your hair whilst the other found your clit and rubbed it in teasing circular motions causing a moan to fall from your lips at the pleasure.

“Hngh~ Ah- Sal, please, please fuck me” your voice came out breathy as he chuckled at your desperation.

“Alright, princess, your wish is my command” he guided his tip to your entrance, rubbing it along your clit before slowly entering it into you.

He held you close to him whispering sweet praises as you took him until you were fully on his cock, you bounced slightly trying to tease Sal, you were successful, he groaned tipping his head back and gripping your hips tightly before leaning into your ear, breathe hot and his voice deep.

“I’m gonna fuck you til you don’t remember your own name” A shiver ran down your spine at his words; and he nibbled softly at your ear love before pushing you back down to the bed.

He didn’t start slowly, no, he pulled out and then slammed back into you, holding you legs up to your head for better access.

A scream fell from your lips as he abused your pussy, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. You arched you back desperately bucking your hips to him and gripping the sheets desperately.

“Fuck, my love, you feel so good around me” he groaned, tipping his head back as sweet moans fell from your lips at the pleasure.

“Haaah~ Sal, m’gonna”

“It’s alright, love, cum for me”

He leaned down to you kissing you passionately as your orgasm ripped through you. He came quickly after his hips faltering as he released into you.

He pulled out and flipped you around so your ass was in the air and face was pushed into the pillows.

Goosebumps rose on your skin as Sal licked a line from your clit to your entrance, before grabbing his shirt and tying it around your eyes as a blindfold, you whimpered as all of your senses were now amplified and you could feel his hot breathe on you pussy and his bulge pressed against your thigh.

You moved your thigh slightly, trying to rub his dick but you received a growl and his hands holding you in place.

He kissed your aching core, then pushed his tongue inside you eliciting filthy moans from your mouth as he begun eating you out,

It wasn’t even five minutes before he had you cumming in his tongue.

He removed the blindfold gingerly pressing a kiss you lips. But despite your tiredness you were suddenly over come with the urge to mark him up so much that Ash wouldn’t fucking dare go near him.

You gripped his shoulders, pushing him to the bed so he was underneath you.

you straddled him, grinding against his cock as he groaned.

You sucked at his neck harshly, biting it softly every once in a while and once there was a deep hickey left you moved to the next one until he was gonna have a lot of trouble hiding all of them, not that you’d let him hide them.

He whined at the lack of attention to his dick, bucking his hips up, rubbing it against your ass. You giggled softly and hopped off of him your finger trailed down his chest to the base of his cock. You sat between his legs looking up at him with big eyes. He let out a soft ‘fuck’ looking at you before falling back into the pillows.

You rubbed his tip softly, before leaving a long lick on the underside of his dick from the base to the tip.

You kissed it softly before taking it slowly In your mouth. But apparently Sals patience had run out he gripped your hair tightly forcing you down, you gagged on his length as he began face fucking you, tears fell from your face as you desperately tried to keep up, sucking his length and swishing your tongue around him.

“FUCK, Y/N, M’GONNA” a loud moan left his lips lewdly.

His cum spilled into you mouth, the salty substance tasted gross but it didn’t stop you from looking him dead in the eyes, swallowing and licking your lips.

You fell beside him on the bed, cuddling into his chest listening to his heart beat as he kissed the top of your head.

“I love you” he said it so softly and sincerely that a smile couldn’t help but spread across your face.

“I love you too”

“Good because I never want you to ignore me again” he brought his hands to your sides tickling you as you squealed at him to stop.

It’s safe to say the next morning you both wore the hickeys you gained with pride, you especially, flaunting them at Ash.

[yunkiwii]

strawberry lipstick state of mind

p — hyunjin x gn!reader, relationship status up to interpretation ; g — sfw, fluff ; w — none (?) ; wc — 909

theme — spring for D9's writer's room

Warmth begins to settle on your left cheek and, as the brightness of the sunlight reaches your eyes you’re no longer sitting in class. You lift your arm to cover your face from the blinding light, turning your head to the side as you open your eyes, only to see Hyunjin sitting about a meter away from you. 

He was still painting, so focused that he didn’t even flinch when a football almost hit the side of his face, only drifting his gaze away from the canvas when a little girl apologized and quickly took the ball from the blanket you both were on. He smiled softly at the girl before she ran away and kicked the ball back to the other kids. And his smile didn’t fade one bit after the small encounter, growing wider when his eyes met your now open ones. “You’re up.”

“I am. The sun started to bother me.” 

“Should I file a complaint? Or straight up kick its ass?” Both of you chuckle a little and fall into silence right after. 

The tree you were resting under was now failing to do its job to protect you from the sun, and you moved a little closer to where Hyunjin is sitting, snuggling into the snow white cardigan he covered you with while you were sleeping. It wasn’t exactly cold, but upon seeing your sleeping state he figured you’d be more comfortable covered. And he was right. It wasn’t just the soft fabric that gave you the feeling of warmth and comfort, but the sweet scent that came with it. Hyunjin’s scent. 

Feeling your stomach growl with hunger, you sit up and take one strawberry from the bowl that was set between you and him. 

“How long did I sleep?” You ask and eat the strawberry in one bite.

“Hm.. for about an hour or so.”

You hum in return as you stretch your arms out and let yourself slowly fall into your back again, leaving your left arm stretched above your head so that you could feel the sun on the palm of your hand. With the right hand you take another strawberry from the yellow bowl.

“Yaa, stop eating my art!” Hyunjin whines, slapping your hand lightly. 

“Just one more!” You pout, stealing yet another strawberry before he could stop you. “Use your imagination, trust your instinct, be the artist you always dreamt of being!” Despite the slightly mocking tone and silly giggles, deep down you were being serious and he knew it. Not only he knew it but he enjoyed and appreciated the support you had always given to him, motivating him to pursue his dreams and never give up on them. You wouldn’t let him, and the thought of that made his heart beat a little faster and his lower lip tremble a little as he smiled at you.

“Did you have a nice dream?” He asked, feeling himself coming back to his senses. Leaving the space from the strawberries you ate empty on his canvas.

��I did, yes. I was in class. Mr. Finn 's class. And he was introducing some weird group projects. Field projects or something. Didn’t get to know what exactly they were about though, I woke up when he was about to talk about it.”

“Sounds more like a nightmare to me.” Hyunjin chuckles, standing up and stepping away from the canvas to take a look at the big picture, furrowing his brows and biting his lower lip before turning his work for you to see. “What do you think?”

“Hm, it's good. Very pretty. Your works are always good.”

“But?” He looked at you expectantly, already awaiting for you to hit his ego with your blunt honesty.

“Looks kinda boring, maybe you could add something to the background, more colors.” You smile at him, bringing your hands to the back of your head and your left leg to cross over your right one, closing your eyes to avoid the grimace you knew he would make.

“I knew you would say that. You always want more colors.”

“You can do whatever you want, you know?” You liked this. Challenging him and his self-confidence. “Opinions are just that. Opinions.”

“Right.” You could tell he was pondering your words, unsure of what to do.

“And..?”

“I’ll keep it like this. I like it.” He replied to you after a while.

You opened your eyes again. Hyunjin is now sitting down next to you, still looking at his exposed artworks. The strawberries in the bowl, and the one with the trees, the river and the kids. 

“Good. Don’t overthink it, lay down now and pass me the edible strawberries.” You pull softly on the hem of his t-shirt and he lets himself fall back down as if he didn’t have a will of his own. He brings the bowl to the middle of the two you, letting its upper edges be supported by both your hips, not having enough space between you to set it properly on the ground.

“It wasn’t a nightmare to me by the way. It was raining, you know how I love rainy days, right?” He hums and nods, turning his face to meet your eyes, already facing him. A strand of hair falls in front of his eyes and you use your free hand to push it to the side, tucking it behind his ear. “And you were there too."

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[writethelifeyouwant]

Made For You | Chapter 11

Summary: Dean and Sam like what they have together, and if screwing your brother screws with the universe’s “grand plan” while they’re at it, then even better. Neither of them has ever cared much for tradition or fate, but it turns out there are some destinies you can’t escape. Sometimes, someone is just made for you. 

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader  Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: AU, Time Jump, Omegaverse, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader, age difference, taboo relationship, scent attraction, true mates, surprise rut, knotting, Dean has intimacy issues, angst, denial, old wounds, rejection Bingo Squares: @spnabobingo - Rut Word Count: 2.1k

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Y/N's POV

Dean is quiet, and he’s gone completely still behind you. It barely even feels like he’s breathing. Your chest tightens anxiously, immediately feeling like something has gone wrong even though you have no logical reason to feel that way. But right now, your heart feels like it’s dropped into the pit of your stomach, the space that had felt so empty only a moment ago now brimming with dread, erasing your appetite completely. 

“Dean?” you speak hesitantly, swallowing with difficulty around the lump that’s risen in your throat. “What’s wrong?” You know something’s wrong, you can just tell. 

“Huh?” the alpha startles behind you, his chest heaving unevenly against your back as he takes a deep breath. 

“It–” you break off, saying it out loud just sounds silly. “It feels like something’s wrong,” you force yourself to say, squeezing your eyes shut even though you’re already facing away from Dean. You’re not sure what not looking at him will do to protect you, anyway. 

“What, uh–” Dean pauses, seemingly as nervous about speaking as you feel, though you still can’t imagine for the life of you why. “What do you mean it feels like something’s wrong? Like physically?” his voice suddenly pitches up in apprehension. “Am I hurting you?” Dean starts shifting behind you, trying to pull away, but his knot is still keeping your bodies locked together, and your hiss of discomfort immediately stills his manoeuvring. “Sorry,” he cringes, probably having caused himself some small amount of pain as well. 

“No, it’s fine,” you shake your head, trying to allay his worry but still unable to look at him in your own anxiety. “Not physically, I meant like… I don’t know, it sounds stupid, but it felt like something changed, somehow. Like I felt kinda… sad and scared, all of a sudden.” You feel supremely awkward trying to explain it out loud, because the same way you can sense that something is wrong, you can also sense that those emotions that were washing over you weren’t actually yours. 

“Y/N,” Dean starts. Stops. Thinks. You get another ripple of something that doesn’t feel like it belongs to you; something akin to guilt, or regret, maybe. “What do you think is happening here?” the alpha finally asks softly. 

It’s not a question you were expecting. Honestly, you’d been expecting Dean to tell you that your dad had texted you and was on his way to the Roadhouse with a battalion of state troopers or something along those lines. That, or that you’re actually terrible in bed. Your mind scrambles to find a way to answer his question in a way that doesn’t seem too forward or clingy–and then it hits you exactly what’s wrong. Dean has your phone. He must have seen the article you left open the last time you’d used the device; last Friday, before your heat kicked in. 

“Oh,” you breathe out in dread realisation. “You, um…” you can’t bring yourself to say it. 

“I’m uh–” Dean huffs and laughs, a deep warm sound blooming from his chest, and you can tell he’s trying to make light of the situation, ease the tension. “I’m looking at a forum asking “I’m the wettest I’ve ever been, is he my true mate?” he laughs again, brimming with uneasiness. 

“Okay, in my defence, I only clicked on that link because it sounded really funny,” you rush to explain, avoiding the real question at hand. 

“Yeah, okay, I’ll buy that,” Dean chuckles softly. His arm comes down in front of you, placing your phone face up on the mattress where you can see it, and he gently puts a hand on your shoulder. There’s a false comfort in the gesture like he’s trying to placate you before he lures you into some kind of a trap. He takes a deep breath. “Why did you google that?” he asks, voice scratching uncomfortably on the words. 

“I, um,” you gulp, trying to stop your throat from closing up in fear and cutting off your air. “I… you feel it too, don’t you?” Your voice sounds pathetic, pleading, hoping against hope for validation of the tumult of emotions that have been raging through your brain ever since you met this alpha three days ago. Dean’s silent, and in your awkwardness, you feel the pressure to keep talking. “I mean, this feels different, right? To normal, I mean. Like… I know I don’t have a lot of experience, obviously, but I’ve dated alphas before, and I’ve had heats before but nothing has ever felt the way I felt when I met you. I’ve never actually wanted to sleep with someone before last Friday. I mean, sure, I’ve been curious before, but I’ve always felt just sort of apathetic about it. But then I met you, and you gave me your number and you, I mean, you offered straight away–” you feel Dean scoff lightly behind you “–and with anyone else, I would have ignored it. Or even been offended by it. But I actually wanted you.” 

Turning carefully in his arms, his hand still resting on your shoulder, you force yourself to look up at the alpha you’re pouring your heart out to right now. 

“I needed you,” you correct yourself, eyes searching his pale green eyes staring back at you with unfathomable emotion. 

“Y/N,” Dean sighs halfheartedly, and you shake your head on instinct. You can feel what he’s trying to say to you, and you don’t want to hear it. “Sweetheart, look, I’m not denying how attracted I am to you. That would be fucking pointless, given our current situation,” he smirks wryly for a moment before his face falls again. “Clearly there’s something… compatible about us–” you can tell he’s choosing his words very carefully “–your scent is so damn nice, and I wanted you the second I set eyes on you. But I’ve been around the block a few more times than you have, I’ve… I’ve felt what you’re talking about before. I’ve felt that about someone else, a long time ago now, but back then I always thought that he…” 

Dean freezes, clearly not having intended to say that last part out loud, and you feel your eyebrows raise in surprise. It’s not that it bothers you at all, you just wouldn’t have imagined someone who carries themselves like such a ladies' man would be anything other than straight. Fuck, what if that’s what Dean’s trying to tell you? 

“Are you gay?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself, immediately feeling your cheeks heat up in shame, but Dean only laughs lightly. 

“I like to say that I’m… not picky,” Dean lands on the description with a small smile, and you’re relieved that he hadn’t taken offence at your outburst. “But, that’s not my point. My point is…  I thought someone was my true mate, once. Back when I was about your age, really. And honestly, if true mates exist, or if one exists for me… I think it would have been him. But it wasn’t. I just don’t think that’s in my cards; no one deserves to get saddled with me forever,” Dean looks at you sadly, pityingly, and you feel sick to your stomach. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispers. It’s your turn to be frozen in silence now. “I’m so sorry. If I’d realised how you felt before we– I never would have– I didn’t mean to take advantage of you. When you said you’d been waiting for sex because you were waiting for me, I didn’t think you meant… it never crossed my mind that you thought we were true mates. I was just thinking with my dick, and I was flattered that you were attracted enough to someone like me. I mean, I’m probably twice your age, when you ran away with my number after you shot me down I never figured I had a chance.” 

Your mind is reeling, the storm of emotions clouding your thoughts no longer distinguishable from one another, and you say the first thing that makes it to your lips, still trying to make sense of all of this. 

“But, I went into heat,” you object. “I shouldn’t have been close to one, but being around you… my body reacted to you that way, no matter what my mind was thinking. And you… your rut,” you stumble awkwardly, trying to reason your argument out loud, trying to make Dean understand. “That doesn’t just happen, right? That’s not normal. You said it yourself, there’s something about us that’s compatible,” you press, cringing away from the desperation in your own tone. “I’m not saying I’m in love with you, I know we barely know each other. But there’s gotta be a reason we felt so drawn to each other. And being true mates really is the only thing I can think of that explains it,” you finish lamely. You can see in Dean’s face that you haven’t convinced him. 

“I hear what you’re saying, I do,” Dean says, tone trying to be comforting. “But there’s a lot of other reasons why this would never work out, even if I believed in true mates. And I’m sorry, Y/N, but I just don’t. I can’t.” 

Dean tries shifting on the bed again. You’re still tied, naked, and cradled against each other, and despite everything that’s being said between you, something about that physical connection still just feels right. Like it’s keeping you grounded, somehow. Dean moves again though, and you realise what he’s doing. He’s not just adjusting himself, he’s trying to leave. 

“No, Dean, wait,” you try to assuage his restlessness, but he doesn’t stop. 

“I’ve gotta… I’m sorry, I have to go,” Dean isn’t looking at you. He pushes a hand between you and wraps a hand around himself, easing his cock out from between your hole as gently as he can manage, but his knot is still halfway inflated at least, and it hurts when he finally manages to free himself. His face looks dour, and he’s hunching his shoulders in a way that you’ve never seen him hold himself: like he’s nervous, or unsure of himself. 

“Wait, please,” you sit up in bed, pulling the blanket up to your chest to cover your skin. Now that Dean is pulling his own clothes back on haphazardly it feels wrong to be so casually naked in front of him. “Can we talk about this? Maybe go get some food and some coffee or something? We’ve been cooped up back here for practically the whole time we’ve known each other, can’t we give this a chance in the real world?” You know you’re begging but you can’t help it. As soon as Dean was no longer inside you an emptiness began to expand in his place, opening up a space for all the uncertainty and regret in the room to creep in and make its home. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Dean shakes his head, now mostly dressed, and trying to tug on his boots without untying the laces–not with much success. 

“Why not?” 

“I’m still in a rut, Y/N,” Dean snaps, and you shrink back at the unexpected ire in his tone. “If I stick around and you’re somewhere I can get to you, I’ll just wind up taking advantage of you again. I’m not gonna force myself on you,” he grunts, finally managing to get his shoes on, and standing back to full height with an air of finality. 

“It wouldn’t be forcing yourself on me if I want it,” you protest feebly. 

“You don’t know what you want,” the alpha brushes you off. “I thought I did when I was your age, too. But what you’re feeling… it’s just gonna lead you down a road that you don’t want to be on. You don’t know anything about my life, about what kind of person I am. I’m not a good guy, Y/N,” Dean shakes his head dejectedly, almost laughing in derision but clenching his teeth around the sound, his jaw twitching angrily. 

“Why don’t you give me a chance to decide that myself?” you bristle, not appreciating being dictated to. 

“Because I’ve gotta go, sweetheart,” Dean grimaces, his eyes flickering down towards his feet then skating briefly over your clumsily-covered body, and you can see him lick his teeth behind his lips, clearly holding something back. He takes a breath, forcing himself to look you in the eye, and you hope, maybe, he’s thinking about changing his mind or letting his rut take over again. But he lets out the breath in a hiss and gives you an abrupt nod of farewell. “Thanks for the fuck.” 

And then he’s gone.

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Hey doodle fans. 🥰

Update here and hopefully a turning point for my lil corner of the internet you all share with me ☺️

I called these Stupid Little Doodles to let go of perfectionism in my art, and they are stupid - but in the fun way. It meant I didn’t put pressure on myself to try too hard and just have fun with it. Stop trying to be realistic, try to be funny, avoid endlessly refining or try to create for anyone else but me and the silly things that pop into my head. They went straight out after 5 mins, as they were, terrible or good or funny or not, and I let go of any expectations or ownership for whatever came next...

Art is meant to be shared but I got disheartened by how much art was stolen when I first started these, so I made a commitment to myself to not be precious. They’re sent out into the world to become whatever they are. Obviously it would suck if someone stole my work, but these are a step along the way for me not the destination.

And I feel like these doodles could really become a _thing_ for me. Like - they’re heading In the right direction and I want to embrace that.

What’s made this so worthwhile is the feedback I’ve got here. I honestly can’t express how much I love all the comments and the silly hashtags. The messages you’ve sent and the fact that some of these doodles have been shared thousands of times, genuinely touched people 🥲 bc art is meant to be seen and I love you’re all still here to see mine.

This has become my art home. 💕

And because I haven’t been doing doodles as much, I’ve really missed it here.

I think as I’ve slowly let go of perfectionism in my art I’ve done these doodles less but I haven’t really picked up anything else properly. I’ve been kinda flailing creatively. I’ve also been recovering from burnout so my brain kinda shut down for some time. I’ve been hoping I’ll feel inspired again but I know it doesn’t really work like that. I need to actually do something!!

So I’m putting down the ‘stupid’, and I’m going to be intentional with my creativity and I’m saying this here as a way to commit. One thing that I’ve learned from doing all these doodles is it’s impossible for me to take anything seriously though! So I’m not going to try and be serious, but I am going to draw from life more and focus on fundamentals especially the ones I skipped in school! But for sure I’m still gona draw dicks on stuff like a juvenile 😂

I’m starting a sketchbook just for doodling to see where it takes me. I’m going to start sharing my progress here. I know these posts won’t be as ‘shareable’ and I don’t mind. This was never about that, it was always about me finding confidence in being an artist and especially finding confidence in my humour, and learning I could combine those things with success.

Thanks again for sticking around here. Let’s see where this goes next. 🍆

First page of my sketchbook. 😘

[bibbykins]

Rocking Chairs and Rocking Cars

A/N: No full blown smut here, but ofc horny thoughts remain! I should be posting the aftermath texts and what not soon, but I hope you enjoy this in the mean time! It’s a bit rushed, but I hope that doesn’t ruin the experience for you! As always, tips are appreciated since I am saving up to buy a house with my gf, but ofc tips are not required! Hope you all have a great day/night!

Note: This is a drabble for The Household’s Bunny Series

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader x Soft Yandere! Hoseok

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: 18+, crying, lonliness, body image issues, unhealthy workout habits, abandonment, allusions to body dysmorphia, mommy issues, grinding, lustful thoughts, mentions of cumming, mentions of erections, pussy cupping (?), not rlly yandere although this is kinda a soft yandere series, obsessive behaviors, low self esteem, horrible communication, mentions of anxiety, mentions of car shaking

The house was quiet, and somehow knowing that no one else was home made your floor feel that much more empty. Granted, none of the guys came up all that often. Ever the gentlemen, they actively tried not to intrude on your space. Although, you really wish they did on days like these. It was 10am on a Saturday morning, although the lack of natural light could fool anyone otherwise. The clouds were heavy in the sky, cradling the sunlight in a thick blanket of grey, squeezing themselves for all the water they have. The rain tapped on your window, almost mocking you, reminding you that water was the only company you had.

You debated texting to ask if anyone wanted to come home and have a movie night, or build a fort, or just simply sit next to you, but decided you would just be bothering them. You had that very intimate moment with Jin and Yoongi, and they had remained sweet with you, but you weren’t able to be intimate with them again yet. They had been busy and you had been deprived of the very addicting affection. You’re sure they would come to you if asked, but you didn’t want to be clingy. The last thing you wanted to do was annoy them by following them around like a puppy just because they made you cum. They hadn’t explicitly stated they liked you as anything more than a friend, and you never wanted to go through the embarrassment of assuming such a thing again.

With college almost done, you had nothing to distract you from the looming loneliness you feel sometimes, and it was exhausting. You grew up by yourself, and you swore that would change when you were older. You were determined to be surrounded by people who loved you as much as you loved them, and yet, here you were. You were laying on a couch, watching the rain fall, all by yourself in a 10 floor renovated motel, reaping the consequences of high hopes and naivety your child self didn’t understand. You were never good at making friends, not that your plump figure helped you with your social drawbacks either. Although you made peace with your lack of charisma in person and have made strides to loving your body, the loneliness never subsided for long. 

There were few things you loved more than talking to people and having them listen to you and vice versa, and yet it rarely happened. Maybe you had been spoiled by your seven housemates, so it was making this bout of loneliness that much worse. Since moving in, there was almost always someone home making noise or even talking to you. However, they all told you summer was their busy season, and boy, they weren’t kidding. You had caught mere glimpses of the boys this week, only communicating via text and post it notes. 

You pressed your eyes closed for a moment as you listened to the rain. You thought of your mom. Her cheeks were chubby like yours and you remember her crying when she figured your metabolism was the same as hers, and you couldn’t understand why she hated herself so much that she wanted you to be nothing like her. Your mother had always been beautiful in your opinion, and it was a shame she never saw herself, or you, in that way. You thought about forcing yourself to go to the gym with her for hours on end, just to be able to be next to her. You had always been desperate for her company, desperate to be liked by her. Part of you regrets putting your body through that, but then a part of you is happy you were able to spend time with her until she left. 

Ah, yes, the day she left. That’s exactly what you should be thinking about right now, on a rainy day, all by yourself. You cringed when you felt a tear get a little too close to your ear, wiping it away. You were shocked when you felt even more in its wake. You always felt really silly when you cried, but you figured you might as well let it happen if you're gonna be home alone on a rainy day, thinking of all the ways people avoided spending time with you while you tried even harder to spend time with them. Who's next? Jungyoon? The uncle who took you in just to admit drunkenly how much the sight of you upsets him three hours into your 17th birthday. Your dad? No. That's not wise.

You sighed. Maybe if you had learned better social cues when you were younger, you wouldn't be a college graduate with no friends to talk to.

It didn't take long for you to break into full on sobs. You stuck somewhere between angry at the people who didn't want to be with you and sad that they didn't want to. Childishly, you deemed it wasn't fair and all you could do was cry. You hadn't had a day like this in a while, but holy shit did it suck each time.

Eventually, you ceased your tears and were left a red and puffy mess, so you decided to go to the kitchen to depuff your face with some ice. Then the rest of your day could only go up from here. You had your cry, and even though the elevator was going down, your day would only go-

OH NO WHY IS IT STOPPING AT FLOOR 5?!

You couldn't even think of who it could be as you looked in the mirror at the corner of the elevator and wished to evaporate. You had obviously been crying, terribly. Nevermind you were in a cropped long sleeve, short shorts, and thigh highs, your eyes were red and a little puffy, your cheeks were clearly tear stained, and even your lips were swollen. You couldn't, "oh, it's allergies." Your way out of this one.

"I didn't know you were home, Hobi." You murmured.

"Yeah, I just popped in real quick to grab something before I go back to…" Hoseok's smile dropped the instant he saw your face. You didn't even have the chance to look away, but you tried to anyway. He gently gripped your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his, "Bunny, is everything okay?" 

You pressed your lips together before nodding, "Yeah, it's just…" You glanced at his face, surprised to see him clinging onto your every word, "Sometimes, I get lonely." You shrugged as his eyes widened, "I get to thinking about my mom and…" You made vague hand movements as you shrugged.

He thought for a moment, “Even though we all kind of grew up together, we never really treated each other like more than roommates, but you’re here now.” He pulled you into a tight hug and you gasped before relaxing into his embrace. You closed your eyes for a moment as you held him close to you, "We've all been really busy, I didn't even consider how lonely you would feel." He lamented and you shook your head.

"I'm a big girl, I can be alone." Your words were muffled in his shirt, "It's just a little crying-"

"But you don't have to be alone anymore, and I don't want you to cry, none of us do." He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, "Thinking about my mom used to really ruin my day, doesn't now, so don't worry, but that took time." You nodded, feeling tears creep in again.

"Thank you." You hummed as he pulled back, "Sorry to-"

He shushed you, putting his finger on your lips, shaking his head at your apology.He leaned his forehead on yours, making your breath hitch, "Do you want to go with me?"  He asked softly.

You blinked in confusion, "With you, where?"

His grin only widened and you looked to him skeptically, “Do you trust me?” He asked all too innocently and you nodded, “Then, do you want to go with me?” He asked again as he placed purple-tinted sunglasses on his face.

“I suppose…” You studied his smug face, “Let me go change-” You went to press the next floor so you could get off but were stopped with a soft grip from Hoseok.

“I’m in a bit of a rush, and you look great.” He smiled as the elevator reached the entrance.

You wanted to protest, but you let it be. Surely you would not stick out in the slightly scandalous outfit you were in.Truthfully, it was your body that seemed to make it scandalous to other people. Although, if you had a skirt on, it would just be a typical outfit for you, so maybe it wasn’t so weird? These thoughts ran through your mind as you slipped on some shoes and went into Hoseok’s very nice car. 

So are you gonna tell me where we’re going or…?” You asked as the renowned hair stylist drove with a smirk in response to your question, “Okay Mr. Mysterious, can I ask questions about it until we get there?” You asked cheekily.

He chuckled, “Of course, you can do whatever you want, baby.” His voice was silky smooth and the nickname shot straight to your nether regions and you scolded yourself for it.

“Are we going to a job of yours or am I just running errands with you?” You looked at his unwavering smile as you asked.

“A job, but the client will not mind if you’re there, before you ask.” He stole your next question by answering it smugly. You pursed your lips as you studied him. He was in a lavender dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and sleek navy blue slacks, all of which complimented his black hair. 

You, on the other hand, wore a baby pink turtleneck with the hem ending just barely above your matching form-fitting high-waisted fabric shorts, showing just a sliver of your stomach skin while a lot of your thigh skin was on display with white over-the knee socks. You had taken scandalous photos for your OnlyFans, and if you lifted your arms all the way up, a lacy bralette would greet the outside world. You were just feeling a bit self conscious considering the well dressed man in the car next to you. Sure, you looked cute, but was this level cute appropriate for his job? You didn’t want to make a bad impression and have that effect Hoseok.

“And here we are.” He sang and you snapped back to reality as he parked behind a building that had no defining qualities from the back. The ride went by in a flash and you pouted a bit at not even asking another question.

Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for you as he led you inside with him. The hallways were crowded with people running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Judging by the bits of chatter you could pick up as you scurried behind Hoseok, this was a photography studio and a high-level star was having a photoshoot.

“Oh thank goodness you’re here!” A man that seemed to be in his late 30s sighed in relief when he saw Hoseok, “He is in the worst mood today, and I’m so frightened-who is that?” The man’s wild eyes fixated on you for the briefest of moments and he realized your puffy features and shook his head, “Whatever, just go in there and calm him-”

“This is our housemate, y/n, and the shoot isn’t for another 30 minutes and he just needs hair, right?” Hoseok spoke calmly in spite of the chaos surrounding the both of you as the man nodded, “Great, I just need to touch him up and we’ll calm him down in time to take some good photos.” The man nodded tiredly, “Is the dressing room empty now?”

“Yeah, he kicked everyone out so he could calm down, but that never works.” The man cried out helplessly, “Why is he so frightening?!” Hoseok simply patted the man before navigating the hallways. Frightening? The man shivering looked quite burly and tall, who could be scaring him so much?

The “we’ll” made you nervous, but you held Hoseok’s hand so you wouldn’t get lost until he pushed through a dressing room door, “Hobi’s here.” He chimed and you heard a man behind a partition grunt. You looked around the spacious room to see a comfy looking green L couch along with a wooden rocking chair, which you thought was interesting. Beyond that, there was the typically lavish amount of mirrors and counter space, “I also brought a surprise!” Hoseok sang and you were ripped from your observations.

“It better not be anything dumb-” Jungkook’s voice died on the impact that was emerging from the partition and seeing you. Hise eyes studied your body, namely the slight squish of skin between your socks and shorts, which made his pants feel a bit tight, “Y/n, what…”His voice trailed off when he noticed you had definitely been crying, and not long ago. Right as he was going to accuse Hoseok, he saw you let go of his hand and give him a smile, figuring it wasn’t him that made you upset.

Your eyes brightened when you saw a familiar face, “Oh hi, Kook!” You beamed, “I didn’t realize Hoseok was taking me with him to see you, how nice!” You cheered, “I’ll be out of your way while you work, though!” You went to go sit on the couch as Jungkook nodded, robotically making his way to the chair in front of the mirror. He wore a silky black shirt with a harness around his waist and black slacks with razor thin pinstripes and black dress shoes. His hair was styled mostly to perfection, making you wonder what more there was to do. Alas, you weren’t the professional.

Hoseok looked to the younger man with a smug smile, “Just some last touches need to be done and then you can calm your nerves a bit with our little bunny.” He chided and Jungkook scoffed.

It took no more than five minutes for Hoseok to style the star’s hair into further perfection, “Wow, you look super handsome, Kook!” You cheered, earning a small smile from the man in question.

Hoseo chuckled, “He does indeed.” He cooed, making the younger man scowl, “Now, you have some time to zen out with bunny, use it wisely. I’ll come get you when it’s time.” He patted Jungkook before giving you a wink and exiting the room.

“You having a bad day-”

‘Were you crying?” His voice sliced through yours and you’re taken aback for a moment. With no response, he stood, making his way over to you. He towered over you before leaning down to grip your chin lightly, “Were you?” A hint of worry flashes across his eyes, and you wondered if you were just seeing things.

“Yeah… I was just feeling lonely.” You speak honestly, shrugging, “It’s not a big deal-”

“Why didn’t you call me-or anyone?” He asked, voice rushed as his eyes searched your face for an answer. It’s like an interrogation that you don’t have comprehensive answers for, so you shrug.

“Everyone was busy.” You murmur, “I only cried because I thought about my mom and stuff, it’s okay.” You avoided eye contact with him as you said this, feeling out of your element talking about your mom. This made his mouth part, but he haid no words. He understood what you meant, and that made it all the more harder to comfort you.

Jungkook sighed at how you’ve shrunk under his barrage of questions and sinks down to his knees, his hands going to your waist, stroking the sliver of exposed skin, “Nobody was mean to you, right? You didn’t cry because anyone bothered you?” You smiled at his tenderness before nodding.

You watched his face, studying the cleverly concealed dark circles under his eyes and gave him a sad smile, “Are you having a bad day too, Kook?” You asked softly and he sighed, like he was letting himself relax for the first time before nodding, “I see..” You thought for a moment, unsure how to make him feel better until you remembered, “Did you want to touch my thighs?” You said the first thing that came to mind and before you could be embarrassed, he nodded, "Okay, how do you want me?"

What a question, Jungkook thought, smiling tiredly, "Sit in my lap?" He looked up at you hopefully and you nodded.

"I won't be too heavy or anyth-woah!" You gasped when he lifted you, legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the rocking chair, sitting you both down, "I stand corrected." You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck while his hands placed themselves on your thighs.

He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling your thighs in his hands, rocking you both back and forth. In every dressing room, he required a rocking chair, in case he needed to calm down. He debuted at the ripe age of 15 and with no guardian until 17, he was prone to panic attacks. The company sent him to therapy and the rocking chair was introduced. He never let anyone touch the chair, but he couldn't deny how nice it was having you in his arms, cradling his head into your bosom. 

“I like the rocking chair, very calming.” You mused, as if reading his mind and he offered a tired hum in agreement.

The day had truly been terrible. Stage after stage, minimal hours of sleep, and stupid people asking the same stupid question. And yet, here you were, hands stroking the skin on his neck as he lost himself in your form. Your thighs were softer than he anticipated, and he felt himself let out an exhausted sigh, finally relaxing into you.

"You haven't been home a lot, so I get why you're so stressed." You mused into his hair, "But you should go a bit easy on the staff, I just saw a buff thirty-something year old near tears when we came in." You giggled and Jungkook couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"Sungmin is my manager, he can take it." He felt blissful for the first time in a while as he rocked you both back and forth, his thumbs stroking the supple skin of your thighs.

"Still, maybe if people aren't so stressed around you, it might ease your stress." You chided softly, pressing a chaste kiss to his head.

The affection made his eyes flutter closed and he hummed, "We'll see, but don't hold your breath." He joked.

You had never felt Jungkook so calm before. Usually he has something snarky or detached to say. Some kind of non committal or indifferent comment, but he was too exhausted to do even that. You smiled softly at the cozyoment and the affection. It was hard to realize how touch starved you were, dreading when you would have to get up.

Youboth rocked back and forth for an indeterminate amount of time, too wrapped up in the calmness of each other’s presence to say much at all.

Finally, you spoke up a bit, "This is making me feel better. I like the closeness a lot." You hummed softly, "I remember when I was in some club in highschool, we were taking photos with girls on the guys's backs and all the guys scrambled to not have to give me a piggyback ride, so I just stood on my own." You did a short laugh. Jungkook fumed at the idea of stupid people making you feel like anything less than perfect, but you continued, "And now I'm in the lap of a pop star, it's a little funny." Now he felt smug, giving your thigh a small squeeze.

"Sounds like you had some weak ass guys in your highschool club." He snorted, leaning his head up as you settled down onto his lap further, now looking eye to eye with your torsos farther apart, his feet planted firmly on the floor to keep the rocking chair still, "I'll deny I was ever this nice, but," He studies your face for a moment, "You're so beautiful." He sighs out and he watched your face light up, and feels what that does to him, scaring the fuck out of him.

You couldn't find words except, "Can I kiss you?" You breathe and he nods with hooded eyes, and before you knew it, you were surging forward to press his mouth to yours. The kiss was fierce, but he responded to it at the speed of light. His mouth moved in sync with yours before taking control of the kiss, moving closer as he stilled the chair. Your hands were shyly clutching his shoulders, careful not to mess up his hair. One hand traveled to your hip as the other massaged your thigh deeply, thumb inching its way to the inner part. Your tongues intertwine and you gasp needily when he's a mere centimeter from where you want him most. You damn near whine when his hand stops inching closer to your core making him grunt.

Jungkook nearly lost his mind when he feels your nails dig into his shoulder and your hips wiggle in the slightest. He wanted to tell you to just mess up his hair, fuck everything else, and just let him make you cum in his lap. He wants to feel what he’s doing to you, uninhibited. His hand cups your sex and you groan into his mouth. He smirks at how warm it is, how wet you must be from a little bit of kissing, and how wet you will-

KNOCK, KNOCK

You jump, effectively falling off of the chair, and onto the floor just as Hoseok walks in, "Hey Jungkookie, it is time to- Bunny?!" Before Jungkook can even reach out his hand, the older man is helping you up.

"I'm alright, just clumsy." You chuckle awkwardly, before turning to the celebrity, thanking the stars his makeup and hair aren't messed up, "Well, have a good photoshoot!" You beamed, "Let's go get some lunch, Hobi." You spoke rushedly as you took the man's hand, dragging him along.

"Oh, uh, bye!" Hoseok hollers to the dumbfounded Jungkook as he watched the dressing room door close, leaving him winded with a boner.

When you get in the car, your eyes are like saucers and Hoseok can't help his curiousity as he turns on the car. However he doesn’t push until you both are a little closer to home, but before he can even ask you grab his leg and stare at him with panicked eyes, "Fuckfuckfuckfuckwhatthefuckdid- AHHH!" You let out the quietest scream, before looking at him, "How do I go about life this stupid?" You seem to be genuinely asking and yet again, before he can ask, "I kissed Kook and I let him hold my pussy for a moment." You blurt out and Hoseok blinks for a moment. You look to him, waiting for him to freak out but he just shrugs.

"Well color me a bit envious." He muses, before tilting his head in confusion, “When you say he held you pussy-"

“He cupped it and I was gonna let him go further had you not walked in.” You looked to the man as he saw home in sight.

“Ah, I see.” He nods thoughtfully, “So were we wanting to pick something up for lunch or just order delivery, we could cook…?”  

You gaped at him, "Are you not gonna tell me how dumb that was?!" Hoseok shakes his head, "He probably hates me now!" You whined.

Hoseok sighs, "I promise, he doesn't." He reassured you, "Did he… kiss back?" He asks curiously.

"Yes, but I'm not sure what he meant by it." You murmured, "I’m really bad at gathering those kinds of clues. I kissed him because he called me beautiful and I didn't know how to respond and I-"

"You're beautiful." Hoseok interjects, "My turn, my turn!" He parks the car at the house, turning to you with a grin.

"Wait, that's it!" You point to him, "You can tell me what kind of kiss that was." You beamed and he looked at you quizzically, "So kiss me and I'll show you how Kook kissed back so I can understand!" 

Hoseok could not believe his ears. Had people played with your head before? Did you seriously not understand that kissing back meant that they were attracted to you, at the very least. Not wanting to take advantage of you he asked, "Are you sure? You can just describe it to me-"

You nodded, "I don’t want to misrepresent it with my words but I need to know what it meant, but if you feel weird about kissing me I get it-"

Hoseok was watching the chance slip away, so he pressed forward, placing his mouth on yours and groaned when you responded with a force, hand going to his thigh to try and mimic Jungkook's movement. Your tongue finds his way into your mouth and he can’t resist the opportunity to feel your tongue against his. His hand goes to the back of your neck to press his mouth into yours deeper. It was in no time you both forgot what you should be doing.

All you could focus on was how good the affection felt. How nice it was to have someone’s mouth on yours just as needily. You were used to sex and affection being out of convience. You were used to people seeing you willing and figuring, “Why not?” But Hoseok and Jungkook had kissed you with a certain force you had never known. Where Yoongi and JIn were soft, sweet,and comforting, they were urgent, needy, but rough.

Hoseok’s arms wrap around you, bring you into his lap and you feel his growing length beneath you. Against better judgement, you grind down, causing the both of you to gasp, “Fuck, baby.” He groans, gripping you to him harder. His leans down to kiss your jaw and reach your neck, making you press yourself further onto him with a choked moan when you feel him guide you hips as you set a steady pace grinding into him. You groan at the sensuality of hearing his voice riddled with lust and making the windows steamy and the expensive car rock.

“Hobi,” You moan out as he sucks a particular spot on your neck, “Feels good.” You whined, grinding yourself more desperately.

“It does, bunny?” He cooed into your neck, trying to shield his own rising arousal as you  grind onto it desperately. You nodded with a moan and found yourself wishing he would just strip you of your clothes and take you. You would love nothing more than to feel his hands around your neck as he pounded into you, your hips working as wildly as they were then with his hands on them, threatening to limit you, edging you closer, and closer, and-

HONK

You both jumped, not able to go far in the driver’s seat on top of Hoseok after accidentally honking his car horn. You take a moment to look at the position your in and clasp your hand over your mouth, "I did it again!" You whined, muffled by your palm, "What's wrong with me, I get I'm horny but AH!" You groaned from frustration, both sexually and emotionally. 

"Calm down, it's better than okay." The man beneath you strokes your hip soothingly, "I enjoyed it, and if Kook did any of that, he did too." He reassures you, "It's just some consensual kissing, we're all adults, it's okay."

You frown, "But you guys don't need me throwing myself onto you, that's not fair to you." It’s made people recoil from you, you want to say. You don’t want them to recoil from you, you couldn’t take it.

"Arguably, I do need you, in particular, throwing yourself onto me." Hoseok quipped and you rolled your eyes.

"Ha, Ha, very funny, but come on." You deadpan and it only makes him more confused. You don't know how to explain that the odds of a guy like him, or any of them, wanting you, specifically, and not just wanting affection are slim to none in your eyes, judging from past experience alone.

"What?" He asks and you shake your head.

"Ah, forget it." You shrug, "Nothing to fuss about, but sorry I nearly came in your lap-"

"Please do not apologize for something I wanted, almost happening." He groaned and you chuckled, shaking your head, genuinely not believing him, “In fact, I invite you to please hop back on.” He chuckled a bit, so you figured it was a joke. Surely he would be joking about wanting you sexually. 

"You're a funny guy, Hobi." You open the door and hop out, "Well I'm gonna go masturbate or something, and then maybe we can regroup for some lunch when I'm done?" You glance up at the flabbergasted man who nods numbly, too perplexed to even offer his services, "Okay, well thank you for the kiss and what not, the affection is always welcome!" You chirped, "I can give you kisses on the lips more often if you want like I do with Jin and Yoongi?" He nods again and you smile. You give him a chaste kiss on the lips before heading inside.

Hoseok blew out a breath as he sat in his car with a hard on. So the issue wasn't you not being attracted to them. The issue was you not believing they would be attracted to you. Somehow, that was harder for him to dissect, unsure how to prove that he would give you the world if you just mentioned an interest in having it. Not just him, but six other men. To you, kissing or sexual acts wasn't proof that he was attracted to you for being you instead of just another body. They all had to somehow prove you weren't being kissed because of convenience, but desire. All of them were too emotionally stunted up until now to already know how. Yoongi was right, this would be a lot of work. Work they all were willing to do.

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[midgardianweasley]

Movie Night

Movie night

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: It’s friday night, or more commonly known as movie night for the Avengers. A horror movie was put on and Y/N isn’t feeling so brave, luckily she’s got a Romanoff nearby.

Warnings: coulrophobia (fear of clowns), mentions of the IT movie and pennywise.

Word Count: 2.5k

Идиоты. - ‘Idiots.’

Requests are open!

“I vote action movie”

“We watched an Action movie last week, Sam.” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, briefly looking up and meeting my eyes, earning a small smile in return, attempting to provide some sanity for the man.

“Plus, do you not think we’ve had enough action for one week?” Bucky grumbled, this week having taken a toll on everyone. We were all exhausted from our missions, some more than others, the soldier being one of them.

“Okay okay, no action, damn” Sam put his hands up in defeat, accepting that he wasn’t going to win this one. A few more options had been suggested, Bruce suggested rom-com, Thor suggested comedy, Vision proposed a documentary, all of which were shut down with groans and sounds of protest.

I turned to my assassin girlfriend who had been sitting beside me watching the scene unfold with an amused smirk on her face, her green eyes darting around the room whenever someone else spoke and taking sips of the drink she had in her hand. I nudged her slightly to get her attention

“Hey.”

“Hi”

“If it was up to you, what would you choose for movie night?” I asked. She morphed her face into a thoughtful one, still with a slight smile on her face, taking time to make her decision.

“If it was completely up to me? I would-”

“Aha!” Tony interrupted with a loud snap of his fingers. “I know, we haven’t watched a horror movie in a while, and the new IT movie just came out, we can watch that” He smirked, proud of his contribution to the discussion at hand. I looked around the room, praying that they would pick anything else, literally anything, even Vision’s documentary.

Unfortunately, everyone seemed to be really into it as they all shared nod’s and “yeah” “sounds good” before splitting up to go and get their snacks and blankets to bring back to the large sofa.

Although I wouldn't admit it to the rest of the group, I was absolutely terrified of clowns and have been since I was a child. If there was a clown at a birthday party or an event, I’d pretend I was sick so that my mum wouldn’t make me go. She soon noticed a pattern in my behaviour, putting the pieces together and realising that I hadn't come down with the flu three times that month, I was avoiding the ‘entertainment’ of the parties.

She tried explaining that it was just a guy in makeup and a funny suit, showing off fun tricks and jokes. However, 9 year old me still refused to attend, faking a sneeze and hiding under the blanket.

“Woah, Y/L/N, you good over there?” Tony furrowed his brows, concern written all over his face. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I wish it was a ghost.

I regained my composure, nodding and sending a firm smile his way, hoping that would be enough to prevent any further questioning. With a shrug, he made his way out of the room and caught up with Thor to explain what ‘IT’ was.

“You don’t look so good, sure you’re okay?” Nat placed her hand on my back, rubbing small, reassuring circles with her palm. I wanted to put on a brave face and tell her I was fine, that there wasn’t a problem and my heart wasn’t racing with fear, but the look on her face, while caring and concerned, was also warning me not to lie to her. Not that i’d manage anyway, she always had ways of finding out the truth eventually.

I shook my head, letting out a small sigh and turning in my seat to address her. My eyes met hers and I felt my heart settle slightly just by looking at her, she always made me feel safe.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” She whispered, her hand coming up to rest on my cheek, her thumb stroking my cheekbone in small movements.

“It’s so silly, really.”

“Nothing is silly if it’s upsetting you Detka. Tell me.”

“It’s this movie.”

The confusion was obvious on her face, yet she stayed quiet, allowing me to elaborate.

“I just, I’ve never been the best with clowns. Ever since I was a child, I’ve had this fear of them. If I saw one, I’d run in the opposite direction, which was more often than one would think. I mean, seriously, who wants one of those things at a party? What happened to princess parties? Or tea parties!” I exclaimed, my tone becoming more intense as I spoke.

Natasha nodded, I could almost see the cogs turning in her head, figuring out how to approach the situation. After a minute or two, she focused her eyes back on me and her hands had trailed down to meet with mine, interlocking them in the process.

“Do you want to skip it tonight?” She suggested.

“No, no, I don’t want to cause a fuss. Plus, I kinda don’t want the others knowing.”

“Are you absolutely sure? I’m sure we can pull a sickie for one night.”

“I’m sure. Just, can you stay next to me? And let me hide if it gets really bad?”

“Of course you can. I’ll be next to you the whole time.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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We were at the haunted house scene in the movie. There had already been jumpscares that I'd managed to avoid for the most part, but I don’t think I've moved past Georgie’s death yet, let alone have time to process the psycho killer clown on the screen.

Eddie was in a room alone, he was staring at this dirty, old fridge and a white hand had appeared, curling itself around and tapping on the side so you could only see it’s fingers. I tugged the blanket that was laid across Natasha and i’s laps and pulled it up to my nose, eyes still on the screen, but prepared to take cover. It appears as though nothing has changed from all those years ago.

As the fridge door creaked open, my blanket had raised higher and higher, my grip tightening by the second while the hand reappeared, this time, you could see it’s entire body contorted into this small space.

“Nope. No, absolutely fucking not. No.” I mumbled, covering my eyes with my fluffy shield. Luckily, Nat had stolen the sofa at the back, meaning I could skip the scary parts without anyone taking much notice, them being too entranced by the movie. Weirdo’s.

In my safety bubble I'd created, I felt my girlfriend’s hand on my thigh, rubbing small circles to reassure me that I was okay, and that she was here. I shuffled a little so I was closer to her, if that was even possible, her then adjusting so that her hand was still on my thigh, but another arm was wrapped securely around me, pulling me into her side a little more.

I assumed we would stay like that for a bit, until she started to shift more noticeably and lifted the part of the blanket closest to her, and put it over her own head, taking me by surprise, a faint gasp leaving my lips when seeing that she’d joined me.

“You doing okay under here?” She spoke softly, a hint of amusement playing on her face as she looked at me folded up into a ball.

“I am. This blanket protects me from all.”

“Of course it does, the fluffier it is, the more protection, right?” She quoted words i’d spoken earlier on when bringing in the blanket for us.

“Are you sure you’re not going to boil under there?”

“Nope. And even if I do, the fluffier the blanket, the more protection from cannibal clowns.” I’d explained proudly. Yes, I'm an Avenger that fights extraterrestrials and demigods and still runs to a blanket for safety, leave me alone.

We stayed under there for a minute or two, holding hands and sharing small kisses while the movie continued and we hid in our little bubble.

“C’mon lovebirds, the movie isn’t over yet, you can continue that when we’ve gone to bed if you must.” Stark called out, causing Natasha to roll her eyes and retreat back to her previous position.

I don’t know what ran through my mind, I clearly didn’t think twice about the situation I was in, my default being to follow Natasha and pull the blanket down and off my head. Upon resurfacing from my cocoon, I looked towards the Television. Bad idea. With a shriek that I'm almost certain could be heard from Asgard, I flew under the blanket again after seeing Pennywise with all of his teeth on show, edging towards Eddie to eat him.

Natasha’s arms wound their way around me again, slightly shaking now from the fright. Even though the blanket tended to muffle sounds, I could hear the room fill with laughter and comments from the Avengers.

“I didn’t know your voice could go that high Y/L/N”

“Pennywise! You scared Y/N!”

“Y/N, it’s literally-”

“How about you guys shut up and watch the movie? Otherwise I swear to god Thor, I’ll bring snakes in here and Sam, I’ll cut the wings off of your suit.” I heard the redhead next to me threaten, alongside some more punishments to the others who laughed, immediately silencing them, all of them knowing that she wasn’t one for an empty threat.

Even though the laughter died down and no more words were spoken, tears still built up in my eyes and were daring to fall down my cheeks. I feel so embarrassed. A room full of superheroes and I was scared to death over a fictional clown in front of all of them.

I tried to keep my sniffles to a minimum and at a level where no one could hear me, however, they seemed to have caught Nat’s attention as she whispered to me, loud enough for me to hear, but quietly so that it was only me that could hear.

“Mind if I come in?”

I chose not to verbally respond, instead, I pulled the edge of the blanket up, allowing her to bend down and make her way underneath. After making herself comfortable, she turned to me and did, what felt like study, my face before tutting under her breath.

“Идиоты. Are you okay?” I smiled at her speaking Russian. She often switched between the two, interchanging within sentences. I’d been around her enough to pick up on some of the terms, funnily enough she’d said that word so often, my understanding was immediate.

“Feeling a bit humiliated” My voice came out weak and slightly gravelly from the crying, her thumb immediately wiped the tears off of my cheeks, lingering afterwards.

“Don’t be. Everyone has their fears, you shouldn’t be embarrassed by having them. Okay? It just means you're human.” She patiently explained, sparking a question to leave my lips before realising.

“Do you have a fear?”

She smiled “mhm”

“Can I know what it is?”

She leaned in closer to me, lips hovering beside my ear so I could feel and hear her breathing quietly.

“Идиоты” She whispered, resulting in me clamping my hand over my mouth to limit the noise my laughter was making.

“There’s that smile I love.” She took my chin in her index finger and her thumb, her face once again, coming closer towards mine before our lips met in the middle, sharing a soft, quick kiss, distracting me from any embarrassment i’d previously felt.

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The movie had just finished, everyone was getting up and starting to clear up any mess they’d made, mainly popcorn that had fallen everywhere, Wanda and Vision being the main culprit, jumping at the scary parts had caused a popcorn avalanche near their seats.

Nat and I gathered our blankets and snacks we’d brought in, trying to ignore the slight tension hanging in the air, and just as we were about to walk to our bedroom, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Peter.

Rocking back and forth on his heels and fidgeting with his hands, he smiled.

“Hey, uh- miss Y/L/N. Miss Romanoff, sorry, I just wanted to come and make sure you were okay.” He rushed, clearly anxious to approach us considering the telling off Natasha gave everyone earlier.

“I’m okay, thank you Peter. You can call me Y/N by the way, ‘miss’ makes me feel old.” I chuckled, visibly seeing his shoulders relax at my response, he was really sweet, never wanting to get on anyone’s bad side. He’s a good kid.

“Sorry mi-,Y/N, sorry, I’ll remember for next time. That movie was pretty freaky, if there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”

“I will, thank you.”

Feeling more relaxed, I made a slow but steady beeline for the bedroom, wanting to have cuddles with Nat and go to sleep, hopefully forget the movie ever happened. Soon enough, we were both changed into a vest top, I wore a pair of shorts and Nat wore a pair of sweats and we were in bed, facing each other with our legs tangled together, our noses bumping every so often.

“I love you” I mumbled in between kisses, eyes opening briefly to be met by her green orbs looking back at me.

“I love you more, Detka.”

A silence then overtook the room, only being able to hear the breeze outside and a slight whistle from where it was flying through the trees. I’d usually adore this, finding peace in the wind and the darkness, tonight however, it felt unsettling. All I could hear in my head was the soundtrack to the movie, picturing the bloody teeth and that creepy smile from earlier in my head.

“Love?” I nudged my girlfriend’s nose gently, hoping she was still somewhat awake.

“Mhmm?”

“Can you, can you possibly sing to me?” Her eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile on her face, wrapping her arms tightly around me before humming a quiet melody, sending me into a blissful sleep.

By noon the next day, I had received apologies from everyone in the compound, a couple of bone crushing hugs from Thor and some complementary pancakes that Wanda had made with some help from Bruce, aprons on and covered in flour. Everyone tucked into their individual stacks, enjoying some lighthearted conversation, Nat taking the opportunity to press a small kiss to the back of my hand, I quickly returned the gesture. It was lovely.

Movie night was a rollercoaster, but at the end of the day, I was surrounded by the best people, and nothing would change that, not even the fear of clowns.

Though they’re still really fucking scary.

taglist: @the-dumbass-that-throws-knives

[dirty-brainrot]

(Ghostly Visitor)

GAH This one is kinda short and bad my head has been empty, no think

Pairing: [Dead Man’s Question] Kira Yoshikage x Reader

Knock! Knock!

That must be the delivery man! You put the knife aside, temporarily abandoning making lunch to check the door. "I'll be there in a moment!" You shouted, quickly washing your hand and wiping them on your apron.

Dashing through the hallway, you opened the door without thinking. "Sorry for making you w- Gah!" But upon opening it, you felt a strong gust of wind hit your face making you cover your eyes with your sleeve out of reflex. After the gust of wind relaxed, your eyes wandered around looking for the person who knocked. "Jesus Christ... Where did the wind learn to knock?" You shook your head and closed the door thinking it was just the neighbor's kid pranking you. But as you turn around, you were met with a chest. You didn't bump into it, rather, you walked through it.

Absolutely spooked out, you screamed and stumbled backward giving you a whole view of the thing you walked through. It was a man with patterned holes(?) in his clothes, a cool bowler hat, and short blonde hair. He was just as surprised as you, although you were more scared than anything. "Who are you?!" You screamed at the man and threw a slipper at him. The slipper hit him and took him out of his daze.

"You-you can see me?" The mysterious bowler hat man stammered, still shocked. You grabbed the other slipper and threw it at him while yelling, "Yes! I can!-" Running out of items to throw, you panicked and dashed to the kitchen with him following you. Grabbing the knife you pointed it at him. "Why are you here?! More importantly- How did I phase through you?" He avoids the edge of the knife but you kept on pointing it at him. "Please don't point your knife at me. It's rude." You stared at him like he was some idiot. Confused and infuriated, you approached him with your knife.

"YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE!"

He stood his ground and responded. "You opened your door and let me in." You stop in your tracks. Well, he does have a point... in some way.. "I- fuck!" Frustrated, you slammed the knife back on the counter. You ruffle your hair and ask him. "H-How does that even work? How- What even you?" He looks around your kitchen before answering. "I ask myself that often too but as of now, I am a ghost." You squint your eyes at him, not believing his words at first.'Well, if time travelers and aliens are real then ghosts would be real too... And explains how I went through him.'

Sighing deeply, you crossed your arms leaning on the kitchen counter. There's still plenty of questions you needed answers to and you asked. "So, why are you here?" You questioned, seemingly too calm after some stranger entered your home. "I am looking for a home. Mostly a home where no one would bother me." He replies, looking at the pictures and magnets stuck on your fridge."Huh, weird..." You mumbled while rubbing your chin in thought. "Don't ghosts have places they're bound to?"

"You're oddly calm. Completely the opposite of earlier." He ignores your question, not wanting to answer some of your silly topics. You sat down on one of the dining chairs and motioned for him to sit down too. "It's a long story." He accepts the invitation and sits down too. "I have time." You chuckle and mumble "Of course you do." Getting comfortable in your seat, you asked him if he wanted tea first but shook his head "no". Makes sense since he can't drink living tea.

And so, you rambled to your ghost companion the bizarre months that had been happening to you, the lunch you were making were quickly forgotten.

He would sometimes add a comment or made a humming noise to indicate he was listening. "-he spat out the sandwich! Would you believe that?!" Taking in a deep breath, you huffed. Finally finishing your rant but then you realized something. You haven't even gotten his name yet! "A-ah... I... I got so caught up in the moment that I forgot to introduce myself." He also realizes this and nods, urging you to go first.

"Y/N L/N." You outstretched your hand to him to shake. "Kira Yoshikage. And I can't shake your hand." Realizing this mistake, you hesitantly answered back. "Just shake it..." He complies. The ghost puts out his hand, aligning it with yours, and shaking it with the same rhythm as yours. You grinned.

"You said earlier you needed a place to stay right? Well, I won't mind." He was taken aback by your sudden trust in him. "Would you really trust a random ghoul that you just met?" You shrugged your shoulders in response. "Yeah. Why not?" Kira couldn't figure you out. Earlier you were freaking out badly and now you were so trusting of a man you just met, a ghostly man even.

"There has to be an exchange for this." 'An assassination in exchange perhaps?' He thoughts while he looks at you very warily while you sat on your chair, hand cupping your cheeks. You scoff and stifle a laugh. "No, I just need you to babysit for me. You can have the empty room upstairs if you agree."

"Does a family member live with you?" You shook your head left to right. "I live alone with a couple of roommates." This was a tough choice. Kira would get a room of his own that you were kind enough to give and not to mention, you also won't bug him by freaking out that there's a ghost in the house (Although your roommates could be a problem). Thinking about the pros and cons, he agrees. "I'll stay here for the meantime until I found a place." You beamed at him and stood up from your seat. "Then that settles it! Welcome to the bizarre household, Mr. Kira."

You made jazz hands while he stared at you in thought. 'What an odd human. I think I may just like them.'

JoFoes in your home series: Kars, Diavolo