#[standing on my chair whooping and hollering]

[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓♥️🌶 ┊”henny n’ coke, baby” + BKG ꒱

『♡』 18+ , healthy relationship, alcohol consumption, clubbing, grinding, twerking, friendly fun, making out w Mina, flirting, squirting, cum licking, cock sucking if u squint, finger sucking, light hair pulling, light choking, spitting in mouth, cum kisses, “good girl”, exhibitionism / voyeurism (if you squint), f!reader x katsuki bakugou

『♡』 was thinking about when my friend and I took turns spitting alcohol in one another’s mouth then kissed. Anyways this is a horny mess. Warning you now. IM a horny mess, fuck.

The club music is loud, you can hardly hear one another. It vibrates the floor and the tequila in your veins has you excited.

You start off with Kirishima, who whoops and hollers and catches your hips while you grind. You roll your hips in a circle, too tiny skirt coming up a little and flashing panties. Sweat beads on the back of your neck and you flip your hair to the side. Ignoring your massive hoop earrings getting stuck in your hair, you look back over your shoulder with a grin.

His hands are thick and large, where they lightly rest over the curve of your hips. He avoids touching too much. You thank him for that, but wish he’d be a little rougher.

Mina jumps in front of you and starts throwing it in a circle. Her ass presses into you and she bounces. Skimpy shorts show off pink ass cheeks and fishnets. She giggles loud enough you can hear it over the music. It’s hot, she’s hot, he’s hot. But you know what’s hotter? Katsuki.

And then you’re thirsty, horny, and on a mission. Everything seems amazing, the world feels like this is what life is about. One of those moments that makes you feel higher on life than just about anything else.

Mina takes over and Eijirou takes it upon himself to pull your skirt down enough to cover more of your ass. He gives a light tap to the fat there and gets close to your face, giving you a toothy smile.

He says something over the music and you don’t know what anything was. Except “good luck”.

Your beautiful, tall and strong boyfriend stands off to the side with Kaminari. They chat idly and you make your way to him, weaving through the crowds of people. Thank fuck you wore flat shoes and not heels today.

When you arrive he’s giving you a quick kiss, asking if you had fun, and you nod feverishly. Wordlessly you point to the drink in his hand and take a sip.

“Yuck! Wha’s this?” You whine, confused. Your features scrunch as if you’ve sucked on a lemon.

“Henny n’ coke baby.” Katsuki laughs and Kaminari raises his matching drink.

Katsuki looks edible- all tanned muscle and winks. You don’t blame all the women that have come up and attempted to dance with him. Comfortable black slacks and half unbuttoned, see through, Lacey top. You picked this for him, knew you wanted to see his body whenever you could. And the chain around his neck shines a little brighter against the club lights.

The song changes, less EDM and more so rap. You squeal, taking another sip of his drink and handing the rest to Kaminari.

Katsuki cocks a brow and Kaminari let’s out a laugh, knowing what’s coming. You grab at his wrist and leave a wet kiss to his lips. Throwing a wink to him, you stick your tongue out.

You push him toward an open chair, one of the few sitting in a corner and he falls back with a ‘oomph. He looks at you with wild, cherry eyes and Kaminari watches from the distance with a grin.

Katsuki’s on cloud nine, alcohol making him braver than he’s ever been and ridding him of his nerves. His cock stirs in his pants at the sight of you.

You plop your ass onto his crotch and grind, bouncing your hips up and down in rhythm. Something comes over you and you bounce on his lap like you’re riding his cock, making a kissy face toward Denki.

Katsuki throws his head back and grips on the fat of your hips, watching your mini skirt ride up and put your thong back on display. You turn to face him, rubbing his chest with your hands and rolling your body. Your knees are situated on either side of him, and you bounce your tits.

He wills himself not to fuck you in the club. Begs himself to show restraint, despite seeing the wet spot on your panties.

Your tongue slides over the seam of your lips, proving yourself back so that the back of your knees hangs over the chair. He watches you, steadying your excited movements with firm hands.

His cock presses into your ass and his eyes meet yours. Cherry eyes consume you, making you wild, and you lean back and flip off the chair.

First he panics, but when he sees your head pop back up and you smile, he laughs a little. He stands at that, bending you over and letting you twerk and grind against his cock in front of everyone. He nods to Denki, who heads over and hands him his drink swiftly.

The blond hunk you’ve got your ass pressed to takes a sip and gyrates his hips into yours. You snap back up and turn, shoving your tongue in his mouth. Your sparkly gloss smears onto the corners of his mouth and he licks into you.

When you pull back for breath, he uses a thumb to wipe some of it off your face and gives you a wink. Denki still stares, gobsmacked, cock growing hard in his pants at the sight before him.

Eijirou and Mina make their way over with another set of drinks and you take a nice, long swig. The pink haired girl grins and pulls you in for a kiss, earning a low whistle from Eijirou and a couple swears from the two blondes.

She tastes sweet, like vodka and orange juice, and her lips are plush. You make note to run off to the bathroom for a makeup touch up later. But that thought is shoved down when her hands reach around to snake up your skirt. She grips at the flesh there and leaves a firm smack. Her tongue is long and it explores, sending shivers down your spine and making your clit pulsate in your panties. Your hips kick and she grins into your mouth, pulling back with a string of spit. A choked noise leaves one of the men in the group.

“Can he spit my drink in my mouth?” She whispers, inches from your lips.

You nod, pulling away and sending him a wink. She practically bounces toward him and gets in front of him, back turned. The music vibrates your bones and soothes the ache in your tummy. Katsuki hands his drink to Eijirou and grabs hers out of her hand.

Eijirou groans out a “me next” and Denki a “me third “.

She does a little twerk on him and he grabs her by the throat. You watch as your boyfriend uses a large, rough hand to position her just right. Her mouth hangs open and she closes her pretty eyes. He brings her drink to his swollen lips, sucking through the straw.

Then he swishes it in his mouth and your pussy throbs at what he does next. He’s spitting it in her mouth, not letting her come up to breathe properly until she swallows. And god you have got to be next on the list.

Her eyes roll back and she licks her lips. You’re on your way over to Katsuki, excited, tipsy, and much too in love with that idea. God bless Mina, the kinky bitch.

The other two take their turns and it shows what they’re like in bed, too. Denki is sweet about it, takes his time, sends her off with a wink and a light tap to the jaw with his hand. And Kirishima? Fuck. He has Denki give him the drink, holding it up. His other arm holds her close to his chest and he hovers his mouth right over Hers and spits. Before she can protest, his thumb is in her mouth and he’s telling her to suck.

People whistle and holler, a group of girls make a moaning sound and one of them yells a “god when will that be me” over the music.

And you’re all sucking down glasses of water and pouring an electrolyte mix in to avoid hangover next. Only to go grab another drink, something that’ll leave you all just a little hornier and on edge.

Katsuki and you find yourselves desperately yanking clothes off at the end of the night. The Uber pulls off and you make sure Mina, Denki, and Eijirou got to their shared destination safe. And then something comes over Katsuki that you’ve never seen before.

It isn’t jealousy, not by a long shot. His cock is leaking precum when you pull it out and he’s gasping, pushing his tongue further into your mouth.

You quickly make it to the bed, still in your shirt and thong, and him in just the goddamned button up. And he’s got you bent over, pressed into the mattress, thong pulled to the side. and fucking you so hard you’re high.

“Yeah? You liked them watching you rub on my cock huh?” He gasps, face numb. A pink tongue licks over puffy lips and he leans forward to anchor his hand in your hair. It stings but he isn’t pulling, just gripping hard enough for you to know he’s got you.

His cock is so thick, filling you to the brim and then some, and you whine out agreements. Drool leaks from the corner of your mouth and he brings his head closer to yours. His hips stop moving and you whimper, pushing yourself back on him desperately.

“You wanted to suck Eijirou, didn’t you baby?” Katsuki rasps, licking and sucking below your ear.

Your pussy squeezes and it gives him his answer. He drops his hand in your hair, bringing one around and under your panties to rub circles on your clit. The other, he brings up to spit on the tips of his middle and forefinger before he shoves them in your mouth. You keen, squeezing harder and sucking on his fingers.

“Look at this, such a good, good girl for me. Come on pretty, tell me what you want.” He mutters, willing himself to stay still. His fingers are removed from your mouth and you frantically start begging for him to move.

But he doesn’t, he continues rubbing lazy circles and his hand wraps around your throat. He squeezes lightly, just enough to make you dizzy and float. And then he stops, and does it again, and then he just holds it there. Let’s you know that he could if he wanted to.

“What do you say?” He demands, more than asks, and his lips tingle.

His throat is dry, tongue heavy, watching you try to fuck yourself on his cock. But you can’t, it won’t work the same without him doing it. And he knows that.

“Fuck- oh god fuck- please, please, please!”

Your fingers dig into the sheets and spit covers his hand. He removes his fingers from your pussy, where they originally rubbed, and he sucks the taste of you off of them and moan. He throws his head back and slams into you.

You shake, spongey spot being bullied by the head of his cock. Your thong is ruined, no double stretched out. Pussy juice slicks down your thighs and froths at the base of his cock. He pulls his hand off your throat, sitting back on his knees, where he spits where his cock meets your pussy. It’s dirty, and he watches you clench around him, sucking him in.

Your pussy squelches, spewing clear juice all over the bed and you praise him like he’s fucking god. Begging him not to stop, to stop, to keep going, harder. Faster. And then he rubs your clit back and forth, up and down, making the squirt spray everywhere.

Something in you snaps and your body goes taut and then limp, your eyes rolling back as you just lay there and take it. And he pulls out, flipping you over and crawling forward.

You watch in awe as your boyfriend, with a face burning peachy and coral tones, fucks into his fist over your face. You open your mouth and he sinks his cock in, just a little, and pulls out again. You reach a hand up, wrapping around the base. There you move, licking at the head of his cock to taste yourself and the precum off of it.

He cums a minute later, all over your pretty lips, where he promptly licks at. He suckles on your bottom lip and spits some of his cum back into your mouth. You greedily accept, swallowing it down with a giggle.

It takes a few moments for you both to collect yourself. And then you’re grabbing the bottle of water beside the bed and taking turns chugging. The Gatorade is next, before you head off to the bathroom. He licks his thumb and wipes some of the cum off of your face, sucking it off of his finger.

Then, you’re brushing your teeth and butt ass naked, showering sloppily. The clock on your nightstand reads 5:08 am and you sigh into his chest when you finally lay down for sleep. He presses a kiss to the top of your head.

Eijirou and Mina are going to love hearing these stories tomorrow.

[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 35

Sweating my ass off, I go to take a seat on one of the chairs pushed off to the side. Haley joins me and takes a seat across from me. It doesn’t take long for Leah to waltz over .

“Nuh uh you’re coming with us,” Leah says as she yanks Haley and I up and over to the rest of them in the arcade.

“But I need to rest my leeegggsss,” I groaned.

“And I need to rest with her!” Haley says firmly, causing Leah to stop in her tracks and give Haley a confused look.

“You barely did anything?” Leah questions. Haley just shrugs.

Shane is still waving around his stack of money when the three of us make our way to the arcade. They all have the most devious smirks on their faces making it obvious they are all going to blurt out a million things at once.

“Everybody hold your horses. Don’t all blurt something out at me at once. Go one at a time,” I hold my palms out to all of them to make sure they follow directions. Almost too obediently, they all decide to raise their hands to signal they have something to say.

“What is this? Kindergarten?” I can’t help but squint my eyes at them, unsure of how to go about this method. However, Sam is raising his hand so aggressively that I can hear him grunting and his face is going red. He looks as if he will explode.

“Sam?’ I motion for him to speak and finally let him spit out whatever he has to say.

“WHO WAS THE BOTTOM?” He blurts out rapidly. This causes everyone to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you stupid? Look at them!” Sebastian gestures his hand to where Haley and I were standing. I was standing with my thumbs hooked into the pockets of my jeans, with a playful smirk on my face. Haley was standing with her hands behind her back, cheeks pink as ever. When I noticed everyone was stereotyping us, I quickly let go of my jean pockets and folded my arms. I realized this stance was not much better, so then I quickly adjusted so that I was also holding my hands behind my back. 

“That's like asking us who the bottom is, Sam,” Sebastian rolls his eyes but lovingly pats Sam’s knee. 

“Anything to say, Haley?” I tilt my head her way, pushing her to answer the question.

The group's mouths all dropped, inferring what I had meant with the question. They then started whooping and hollering excitedly to further embarrass her.

“WAY TO GO HALES!” Alex chants.

Haley shyly does a few shallow bows to everyone as if she was finishing a performance. I can’t help but laugh at how cute she looks right now.

“Don’t be fooled though…I was first. She just gained confidence the next morning or something.” I tap my boot against the top of her shoe teasingly.

“That’s ALL you guys get to know. No more questions,” Haley sticks her finger out accusingly at everyone. A collective “aww” escapes from everyone’s mouth. 

“Nosey freaks,” Haley hisses.

Sensing she is starting to get moody, I decide it's time for us to leave. I take Haley by the shoulders and waddle us towards the exit. I make sure to give everyone a friendly wave so they know I’m not upset, but Shane decides to “kick the horse while it's down”.

“Hey I forgot to say… Thanks for being horny!” He shouts as we leave, fanning himself with the money he won. Haley grumpily shoots him a middle finger without even turning to face him. I feel my face heat up and I let out an awkward laugh. 

Suddenly, I hear hurried footsteps approaching behind Haley and I. We turn around to see what's going on and see that Sam, Sebastian, and Abigail are coming to us.

“We were wondering if-” Abigail begins before getting cut off by Sam.

“-If you guys want to come watch us perform our gig in Zuzu city?” Sam butts in. Abigail just sighs

“I remembered I mentioned it before, but we thought we’d ask again since it’s coming up soon. It’ll be next week,” Sebastian adds.

“We are going by bus so there will be a few others from town coming too,” Abigail finally gets to say.

I look to Haley to judge how she is feeling about the situation. She has kind of lightened up as she considers the offer.

“We will see you there,” she nods her head firmly, deciding on my answer for me. I don’t mind since I was already considering saying yes.

“That’s awesome bro!” Sam holds both hands up in the air to Haley. She excitedly smacks her both hands against his for a giant high five. 

“I’m so excited! We are going to have such a crowd!” Abigail wraps her arms around the two boys' necks and pulls them in.  Both of them wince at the weird angle she brought them into. 

“I haven’t been back to the city since I got here. It’s going to be strange to be back into the crazy busy, dirty, lame city. I’ve gotten so used to this place,” I start to reminisce on my time in the city, but it still isn’t enough to make me go back there.

“Yeah you have me here. Why would you WANT to go back?” Haley throws her hand on her hip sassily. 

“You’re right. How could I EVER leave my Haley!” I dramatically put the back of my hand on my forehead and put the other one to my heart. 

“We’re gonna go back over there now…” Abigail cringes while slowly walking away with Sebastian and Sam.

“Your Haley..?” Haley says to me, looking up at me with twinkling eyes.

“Of course. Unless you are someone else’s?” I exaggeratedly pout my bottom lip and wiped a fake tear away.

“No no! I just like to hear you say that…” she turns away and starts sashaying to the door, hips swaying with each walk. Her bad mood had left quickly that's for sure.

[bumblesimagines]

Midnight Beach

Part 8

Request: Yes or No

Taglist: @nathan-no @hyubg @ash455

Can you tell I'm a John B anti yet?

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"As Kelce is making this turn on the course, I go flying out of the cart. I'm tellin' you, man, I was in the air for a full minute. I promise you. And then, all I see-" (Y/N) slowly tuned out Topper's voice, swirling around the cola and ice in his cup with his straw. He stared at the droplets sliding down the glass, mimicking the way raindrops slid down the railing beside them. He felt undeniably numb. The past week had been nothing but a fever dream he desperately wanted to escape. His ex returned from the dead, his closest friend had been arrested for the murder of Sherriff Peterkin, and Topper Thornton had become his newest ally. But that was OBX. Always full of surprises.

 "Shit, wait... who's that talking to my grandpa?" (Y/N) blinked and looked up at Topper, shifting around in his seat to peer back at Judge Holden and the officer speaking to him with papers in hand. The chair scraped when Topper stood up from it and he walked over, beckoning (Y/N) with a flick of his wrist. (Y/N) took another sip of his drink and stood, following Topper over to the table where Judge Holden sat. Peeking over Topper's shoulder, he spotted what the papers were about.

An arrest warrant for Ward R. Cameron.

"What is this, Grandpa?" Topper asked but Judge Holden waved him off and took the phone the officer offered, speaking to whoever was on the other end. Judge Holden sighed heavily, ending the phone call and fishing out a pen from his pocket. In one swift movement, he signed off on the warrant and the officer dipped his head in thanks. (Y/N) turned and speedwalked back to their table, picking up his phone and dialing the phone Topper had given Sarah. He held it up to his ear and nibbled on his bottom lip, listening to it ring before she picked up.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Sarah, hey, I, uh... I'm with Topper and we just watched his grandpa sign off on a warrant for Ward's arrest. He's your dad and... I thought you would've wanted to know. They're going over to get him right now so if you want to say one last goodnight, now's your chance. I know if it were my dad... I'd want to see him one last time." (Y/N) spoke into the phone, hooking his finger around his car keys and taking out his wallet. He heard her let out a shaky breath whilst the Pogues whooped and hollered in the background, likely blissfully unaware of what the phone call was about.

"Thank you, (Y/N). T-This means a lot to me." The phone clicked and (Y/N) set some money down on the table, hurrying through the restaurant and practically bolting out the front doors. He glanced over his shoulder when he heard them open again and spotted Topper following him. (Y/N) unlocked his car and climbed inside, turning it on and waiting for Topper to settle in before reversing out and following the line of cop cars heading toward Figure Eight. 

"You called Sarah, right?"

"Yeah, I let her know. She's definitely going over there. And- shit, Wheezie's there too." (Y/N) cursed, continuing to follow the cars until they arrived at the Cameron Residence. Patrol cars, SUVS, and unmarked black cars scattered the street and driveway of the mansion, officers scattered around. Some hurried into the mansion but most of them watched the dock. Among the cars, (Y/N) noticed the familiar nearly broken down van John B drove around. He flung off his seatbelt and hopped out of the car, heading onto the property and toward the dock. In the distance, at the end of the dock, stood the large white yacht otherwise known as the Druthers. He saw a faint figure standing on the deck, arms waving wildly and a familiar voice calling out to Shoupe. Ward Cameron. (Y/N) cursed again and hurried down the dock, seeing Sarah and her friends amongst the officers standing on the dock pleading with Ward. 

Ward disappeared into the yacht and then, it felt as if all time stopped as the Druthers abruptly exploded into flames. Bits and pieces of the boat flew threw the air, littering the water and forcing the patrols on boats to halt. (Y/N)'s feet were heavy, keeping him planted on the dock. He brought a trembling hand to his gaped mouth, widened eyes searching the waters for any sign of the family patriarch. His eyes immediately flooded with ears and he staggered back, unable to find air as his chest constricted. Ward... Ward couldn't possibly be dead... No, (Y/N) had seen him standing on the deck just seconds prior. No, no, no-

Sarah's grief-stricken scream broke through the horrified silence and broke (Y/N) from his shock-induced trance. His head snapped in her direction, seeing her stumble forward, feet nearing the edge. Her arms desperately reached out toward the boat, sobs and wails escaping her as she called out for her father. (Y/N) wiped away the tears that had slipped down his cheeks and moved forward, pushing past officers until he reached the blonde. She crumbled to the ground the moment his hands made contact with her skin, forcing him to crouch down beside her and pull her into an embrace.

"Dad," Her body shook violently with each sob. "Dad, please... Dad, come back, please..."

"I'm so sorry." (Y/N) breathed into her ear and she wept harder, trembling arms wrapping around him. Her face buried into his chest, soaking his shirt in tears and snot. His hold tightened around her and he rubbed circles around her back, eyes trailing up to look at her boyfriend. John B stared at the wreck but unlike his shocked friends, he looked relieved. But no part of him moved to check on his sobbing girlfriend. His eyes refused to tear from the fire. (Y/N) pulled Sarah closer, scoffing in disbelief at the Pogue. His head craned to look at Topper, who stared at the wreck with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

"Topper!" (Y/N) called out to him, snapping the blonde out of his daze.  "Go check on Wheezie and Rose!" He pleaded and Topper nodded, nearly stumbling over his feet in his rush to get back to the mansion before the little girl could step outside and see what the chaos was all about. (Y/N) cleared his throat and sniffled, taking a moment to gather himself before he pulled himself and Sarah up onto their feet. Sarah clung to him, her wails quieting into whimpers. He pressed a hand to the back of her head, getting her head pressed against him in hopes she wouldn't look at the remains of the beloved yacht. 

"Come on, Sarah," Kiara whispered soothingly as she moved toward them, rubbing Sarah's back. "We need to head back."

"Wheezie needs you right now, Sarah. She needs her big sister." (Y/N) leaned back, cupping Sarah's face and brushing the hair out of her face. Sarah hiccuped softly and nodded, more tears slipping down her face and dripping off her chin. With Kiara's help, they got Sarah to walk down the dock, letting her lean against them and cry. (Y/N) led her to the back porch where Rose stood, her arms stretching out toward Sarah the moment she spotted her. Sarah collapsed in her stepmother's arms and together, the two wept. Kiara placed a hand on (Y/N)'s back and looked up at him with a worried frown.

"Are you okay?" She asked quietly.

"I'll be fine, Kie. Just... Sarah needs you. She needs all of you. She needs John B the most right now." (Y/N) told her softly, glancing at the Cameron women when they walked inside the house. He licked his lips and faced Kiara, lifting his brows. "Tell John B he needs to be by her side. She doesn't need a Pogue right now celebrating the death of her father, she needs her boyfriend to show some fuckin' empathy. Don't let her sink in her grief when all you preach about is family and friendship."

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"Hey, you've reached Rachel (L/N). Leave a message and I'll get back to you soon."

"Ward Cameron's dead. He... He blew up his yacht while he was still on it. One minute he was alive and the next-" (Y/N) cut himself off before his voice could break and sighed heavily, rubbing the sleeve of his jacket across his tired eyes. "It all happened so fast. I-I thought he was just trying to have one last hurrah before they caught him or-or maybe he was aiming for a chase but got distracted by Sarah. Fuck- ...Sorry, I didn't mean to curse. I just... Sarah and her family aren't doing so hot. I can't imagine what it must be like for them. But, I... I called to let you know about Ward. You probably already know though. News travels fast... Bye, Rachel."

Blowing a raspberry, he hung up and eyed the saucepan on the stove, flicking off the heat and grabbing the handle. Carefully, he poured the hot chocolate into a mug and set it back once done, licking some off some droplets that got on his finger. The doorbell rang and he spared a glance at the clock, brows furrowing. Considering it was a school night, he deducted it couldn't be Topper or Kelce. His stomach sunk. Rafe had been released from custody after a confession from Ward had been found. (Y/N) pressed his lips together and walked, stepping out of the kitchen and taking slow steps toward the front door. Peeking through the peephole, his body slumped with relief when he spotted a different blonde standing on his porch. 

Pulling the door open, he smiled solemnly. "Hey, Sarah. You need somethin'?" He asked gently, taking note of the backpack she had. Sarah fiddled with the sleeves of her white and blue sweater, hand reaching up to tug the side of it back over her shoulder slightly. She pursed her lips and lifted her puffy eyes to look at him.

"Hi, (Y/N).. I-" She paused and sighed, eyes dropping onto the floor again. "I was wondering if I could stay here for a while. I-I... I can't be around Rafe, not right now, not after what he did. And I know it's a lot to ask after everything that happened between us so I totally get if you don't want-"

"I don't mind, Sarah. I'm not turning you away after everything you've been through." (Y/N) soothed, stepping aside. Sarah mustered a smile and stepped inside, slipping her backpack off her shoulders and holding it against her chest. She inhaled and then sniffed, blinking at the smell wafting from the kitchen.

"Is that-"

"Hot chocolate? Yeah, I just made it. Want some?" (Y/N) closed the door and motioned toward the kitchen, chuckling when Sarah eagerly nodded. They walked into the kitchen and Sarah took a seat at the island, setting her backpack on the barstool beside her. (Y/N) grabbed the can of whipped cream from the fridge and a bag of mini marshmallows from the pantry, a smile appearing on his face when Sarah perked up at the sight of them. He covered the top of the hot chocolate with the whipped cream and sprinkled some marshmallows on top, setting the cup in front of her before he got another cup for himself. 

"Thank you for this. For all of this. I know I don't deserve it after what I did to you. After what I did to us." She muttered, lifting the cup to her mouth and taking a sip. 

"You're acting as if you divorced me and then murdered my entire family, Sarah. Yes, you cheated on me with Routledge of all dudes, but we're in high school. This shit's bound to happen. Relationships start and end all the time until we find the one who makes us thankful we endured all that heartbreak and drama." (Y/N) said, setting the saucepan in the sink and turning around to face her with his cup in hand. He licked some of the whipped cream off and hummed quietly at the taste before sipping on the drink. "If John B feels like that guy for you-"

"We broke up." Sarah interrupted, gazing down at her cup with a distant glint in her warm eyes.

Good riddance. "Sorry to hear." 

"It was bound to happen. We were just... It was too complicated. His dad died because of mine and- and I couldn't get the look on his face out of my mind. He- He looked so pleased. I've spent all day today and yesterday crying and he never sent a message. He didn't call or anything. He waited for me to do something. Even Kelce called to check on me and my own boyfriend couldn't?" Sarah scoffed and shook her head but her eyes began glittering with fresh tears. "I did so much for him and he couldn't even be there for me."

"You know what might cheer you up?" (Y/N) smiled playfully, gaining Sarah's attention. She blinked away the tears and leaned forward curiously, strands of hair slipping over her shoulder and almost getting mixed with the whipped cream. 

"What is it?"

"The annual bonfire party tomorrow. Topper begged me to go all morning until I accepted and I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you tagged along. You'll be able to get your mind off everything that's happened this month. There'll be enough mai tais for you to drink and forget about things for the night. Just like old times." Sarah hummed, nails tapping against the island in thought. She met his eyes and her lips formed a small smile.

"Alright, I'll go. Sounds like it'll be fun." She responded and resumed drinking until she finished her cup. Sarah slid out of the stool and walked around the island toward the sink. Rolling up her sleeves, she began washing the saucepan. (Y/N) finished his drink and set it in the sink, waiting for Sarah to finish cleaning before leading her up the stairs and to the hardly used guest bedroom. He flicked the light on and looked back at her.

"I'll be getting up early tomorrow for school so don't panic if I'm not home when you wake up. I'll leave something for you to eat in the microwave and then once school's over, I'll come by to get dressed and we'll head to the party with Topper. Sound good?" (Y/N) folded his arms over his chest, watching Sarah set her backpack down on the bed. She nodded and tucked some hair behind her ear, looking over the room and getting herself acquainted. She plopped down on the bed and ran her hand over the covers, a bittersweet longing on her face.

"Thank you, (Y/N). I really appreciate this." 

"Anytime, Sarah. Let me know if you need anything." (Y/N) offered her one last smile and turned around, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him. He headed down the hall to his own room and collected his pajamas, walking into the bathroom. After taking a quick shower and brushing his teeth, he tossed the old clothes into the laundry basket and made a mental note about doing laundry later in the week. Turning off the light and plugging in his phone, he collapsed into bed and curled up under the covers. He stared up into the darkness and let his body sink into the mattress, waiting for sleep to creep up on him. And just as it began tugging at his eyelids, his bedroom door creaked open, forcing him to open his eyes. 

"(Y/N)?"

"Hm?" (Y/N) propped himself up onto his elbows and squinted through the dark, only being able to see the outline of her figure. Sarah nudged the door with her foot, closing it behind her and carefully walking through the room until her knee bumped against the edge of the bed. Silence fell over them and after a moment, (Y/N) pulled the covers up in a quiet invitation and Sarah accepted. With his eyes finally adjusting to the lack of light around them, he noticed she had changed out of her sweater and shorts, exchanging them for a shirt he was pretty sure used to be his and knee-length shorts. Her hair had been tied back into a low bun, and from the way her hair stuck up in random directions, she'd given sleeping alone a try before deciding to join him in his room.

"I'm sorry for everything-"

"Go to bed, Sarah." (Y/N) murmured, tugging the covers further up over his shoulders and pressing his cheek against the soft pillow. He was sure she'd continue apologizing until they parted ways. And while part of him enjoyed hearing her apologies, the guilt gnawed at him. She'd gone through enough, and he hadn't missed the scar just above her hip that looked far too much like a bullet wound. It made him queasy. She was only sixteen.

Sarah made a soft noise- a sign she wanted to apologize again for disturbing his sleep- and wiggled her way closer to him until the hair on her head tickled his chin. Her movements were slow and hesitant as if testing the waters for how much contact he'd allow before kicking her out of bed. He stayed still, eyes staring at the lamp on his nightstand, trying not to focus on the girl and the fact she was his cheating ex. Sarah slithered her arms around his waist and her eyes fluttered shut, face pressing into his chest. Her skin felt warm against his, and he guessed she felt similarly when she nuzzled against him further. But he couldn't decide if she was trying to wiggle her way back in to get some sort of revenge against John B or if she genuinely sought comfort. Maybe both. 

Her breathing eventually slowed and her body went limp against him, parted lips letting quiet snores out. Even while sleeping, she looked angelic. Everything about Sarah Cameron seemed perfect. From her soft golden locks and her almond-shaped eyes to her slim and tall figure. A perfect track record, a sweet and genuine personality, popularity, and easiness when it came to boys. Sarah could flash a smile and dazzle a crowd. But it'd been her personality that'd attracted (Y/N) to her in the first place. Her attentiveness, her playfulness, and her loyalty to her friends even in the face of drama. He'd been cautious when he allowed her in. Her reputation with relationships had been no secret to him. She dumped guys months or weeks after dating. He put the caution away and it left him with a broken heart. 

His eyes left the lamp and he leaned back slightly to peer down at her, only seeing her sleeping face. He pried her arms from around his waist, folding them across her waist and gently pushing her back slightly to leave some space between them. He'd given Sarah her chance and she'd chosen to ruin it. He loved her, he always would, but he knew it'd only do him good to keep her as a friend. To keep her at arm's length until she moved on to the next guy. Turning around, he put his back to her and got comfortable, letting his eyes close and sleep pass over him.

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Pulling up at the party, he could hear the rumble of dirt bikes, excited shouting, and music blasting from speakers. The bonfire itself stood high and mighty in the center, flames towering up toward the sky and posing a rather obvious hazard to the intoxicated teens dancing and mingling around it. Topper immediately jumped out of the jeep and hollered to his boys, bumping chests and fists with them before downing the first beer given to him. (Y/N) snorted at the sight and got out, locking the car once Sarah hopped out. She gravitated toward his side, arms crossed and eyes flickering in every direction as if she were the new girl in town and didn't know anyone. 

"Come on, I'm sure someone brought something decent to drink tonight." (Y/N) smiled, hoping it'd at least cheer her up enough to socialize with her old friends. Sarah nodded in response to his words, arm reaching out and fingers wrapping around his bicep.

He tried not to think about how they looked walking toward one of the coolers. It was only a friendly gesture, a desire to be close to someone she knew well. One of the guys beside the cooler popped it open for them and they looked inside, shuffling around the cans on ice. (Y/N) grinned and pulled out a mai tai for her. The sight of it made Sarah giggle and she took one, wiping off the water on her shorts. The drink fizzed when she opened it and she clinked her can with his drink of choice before drinking. (Y/N) easily downed his drink, relishing in the soft burn in the back of his throat. 

"He's here." 

"What?" (Y/N) swallowed, wiping his lips with his sleeve and knitting his brows at her. He followed her gaze and searched the crowd of dancing teens until he spotted John B standing with someone. The girl with him rubbed his arm and leaned toward his face, and even at night, (Y/N) easily noticed the way John B's face flushed at whatever the girl was telling him. Sarah took his wrist into her hand and gently tugged him closer, hair swaying as she shook her head dismissively.

"It's whatever. He's single, I'm single. We can do whatever we want with whoever we want." Sarah crushed the can in her hand and tossed it aside, quickly bending down to grab another drink. Despite her words, she kept her eyes trained on the Pogue and the new girl. Her brows furrowed when the two leaned in toward each other, only relaxing when they leaned back. (Y/N) lightly squeezed his can of beer and finished it, tossing it into the nearby trashcan. He leaned in toward her ear.

"Tonight's about forgetting, Sarah. Let loose, have fun, go talk to your old friends." (Y/N) told her, one hand instinctively grabbing her hip when she stumbled slightly. Sarah pressed her hands flat against his chest and tilted her head up, a twinkle of mischief in her eye. Her lips formed a wide grin and her hands moved up, sliding around his shoulders.

"I am having fun! With you!" Her eyes flickered in the direction of John B. (Y/N)'s jaw clenched. 

"You can have fun with Topper, Sarah. He'd love to have a dance with you, I assure you. But I feel like hooking up with someone tonight, so, I'll leave you to it." Sarah blinked at his words and her ears turned red, mouth almost going agape. He tugged her arms off his neck and moved around her, heading down the slope toward where the others were. Her footsteps followed then stopped. He didn't need to look to know she'd gone off to see John B. He scanned the crowd for familiar faces, looking for anyone interested in chatting with him. He made eye contact with a dark-haired girl and she grinned at him but before he could approach, he heard Sarah's irritated voice piercing through the crowd.

"Did I ask you?" He groaned internally and turned around to look at her. She stood between John B and the girl with Topper stumbling around slightly behind her. The teenagers around them began turning around and backing up, glancing at each other and exchanging whispers. Topper began shouting in Sarah's defense, prompting the girl to get in his face whilst Sarah turned toward John B and shoved him back angrily.

Phones were quickly whipped out in hopes of catching a fight and a crowd formed around the four of them as the shouting grew louder. Kelce's voice mingled with the shouting and then, gasps echoed through the crowd and they quickly dispersed, allowing him to see Kelce staggering backward and holding his jaw. Topper rushed at John B, grasping the collar of his shirt and pushing him down on the ground. People began pushing and shoving, causing more fights to break out.

"It hasn't even been twenty minutes." (Y/N) muttered under his breath. He caught sight of Sarah being pushed off the small platform, landing on the ground with a thud and a groan. He walked toward her and caught her forearm, helping her up onto her feet. She hissed softly and turned her hand over, looking at the scrapes and pebbles on her skin. (Y/N) took his keys out from his pocket and put them on the palm of her hand before he climbed onto the platform and searched for Topper through the crowd. He found him pinned by JJ as Pope took swings at him and huffed, grabbing the sleeve of Pope's flannel and pulling him back. He only needed to give JJ a look for the blonde to shove Topper toward him and raise his hands in surrender. 

"(Y/N)-"

"Move your ass, Top." (Y/N) mimicked the way he'd seen Heyward grab Pope before and took Topper by the base of his neck, dragging him back toward the jeep. Topper stumbled and staggered, somehow already drunk enough to trip over himself yet somehow land a good punch.

"They started it!" Topper protested, pawing at (Y/N)'s arm in a desperate attempt to free himself from the older teen's iron grip. Sarah sat in the car, looking like a child who'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She avoided their eyes and focused on the scrape on the side of her palm, lips pulled into a small pout. 

"Just get in the damn car, Topper."

[juceynightmare]

dating 101 (18+) part 6 - cody rhodes x reader

my masterlist

dating 101 (18+) masterlist

pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, roman reigns x reader

warning(s): swearing, sexual tension, use of pet names, grinding, dirty dancing, slight hair pulling, possessive!cody if you squint, corruption kink if you squint

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, some sexual content

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“holy shit guys, you won’t believe what happened with roman and i.” y/n began as she walked straight into ted and cody’s room. the two boys were at their desks working, but had stopped to turn and stare at y/n. ted’s gaze looking y/n up and down as he whistled lowly.

“holy shit y/n. this is all for roman?” ted questioned, meeting y/n’s gaze. he watched her cheeks flush, smiling at how y/n had shyly nodded her head.

“but that’s beside the point! guess who’s going to that party with you tomorrow cody?” y/n grinned widely, turning her attention to cody. “me! roman texted me all the details. not only that, but he said he could come pick us up and we can all head over together!” y/n walked over to cody’s bed, taking a seat on it and setting her bag down on his mattress.

“what?” cody questioned, turning so his whole body was facing y/n. “you’re actually coming to one of our events?”

“yes! roman invited me and you know, it’d be good to put myself out there. he also called me babygirl.” y/n replied, her voice softening to a whisper at the end of her phrase.

ted whooped and hollered behind cody, rolling his chair over so he could reach out to give y/n a high five. “holy shit codes, our girl’s growing up! she’s actually in!” he laughed, resting his hand on cody’s shoulder.

cody shook is head in disbelief, although there was a smile on his face. “i can’t believe it. everything’s falling a little too perfectly into place.” he laughed, reaching over to also give y/n a high five.

“that’s really all i had to update you guys on before we head out to dinner, sorry i got excited.” she laughed, standing up from her seat. “come on! i’m starving and we’re already 2 minutes past our normal dinner time.” y/n didn’t wait for the boys to stand up, already making her way out of the room. they had long legs anyway.

cody and ted both stood up after her, grabbing their keys and shutting the door after leaving the room. the two men were a pace behind y/n, their gazes fixed lower than they usually would.

cody smacked ted upside the head first, mumbling lowly to him, “don’t stare at her like she’s a piece of meat.”

“hey, you were staring too.” ted defended himself in a whisper.

“ok and?” cody huffed out. the two men eventually picked up the pace and took their rightful place walking on either side of y/n as they made their way to the dining commons.

she should wear those pants more often. the two men thought.

ted split from cody and y/n after dinner, heading off to meet with a girl he had met on a dating app and had actually hit it off with. this left y/n and cody alone in y/n’s room as y/n began to hold up different combinations of outfits to wear to the party.

“sweetheart, i’m telling you, you should wear something you don’t mind getting dirty. no matter what, someone will spill their drink on you.” cody told her from where he was sat at her desk, his macbook and ipad in front of him as he did his homework. he’d look over at y/n whenever she called for his attention, and would give her his honest thoughts about the outfits she would lay out.

“ok, then how about this? if someone spills on me it won’t show, and i think i’d look real cute in this.” y/n asked, as she held up a pair of black leather pants and a black lace up backless sequins butterfly cami top.

cody turned his head and stared at the outfit, humming lowly with thought. “go to the restroom and put it on. i’ll tell you afterwards.” he waved her off to the bathroom with his hand, averting his attention back to his work.

y/n walked over to her desk, pushing cody back a bit so she could open one of her drawers and pulled out a pair of pasties. “i’ll be quick!” she told him, before walking off to get changed in the restroom.

she returned after a moment, her previous clothes in one hand. she set her clothes down on top of her dresser before facing cody. she put her hands on her hips and shifted her weight over to one side. “alright what do we think? i think i look good.” she asked.

cody finished his problem before setting down his apple pencil. he turned his head to look at y/n, looking her up and down just as he did that same morning. “turn around for me.” he mumbled lowly, licking his lips as y/n slowly turned in a circle.

“close the door.” cody ordered her, pushing the chair out further from the desk and turning so he could face her completely. he could see the confusion on her face, as her brows had furrowed cutely. “i’m not repeating myself, sweetheart.” cody continued, a sultry tone dripping down his chin like honey.

he watched as y/n obeyed, walking over to the door and shutting it. she turned to face cody, her cheeks dusted pink.

“is there a reason why i had to close the door?” she asked, watching as cody stood from his seat. he took a step forward, and y/n took a step back in response. this continued until y/n’s back was pressed flush against the door and cody was stood in front of her.

“we’re going to a party. a party that the guy you’re interested in invited you to, correct?” he questioned, resting one of his arms above y/n’s head and leaning closer to her. a devilish smile appeared on his face as he watched y/n gulp and nod her head in response.

“so it’s safe to assume that there will be people touching you, and you’ll have to get used to being pressed up against people.” cody whispered lowly. “and you’ll have to be mentally prepared in case he decides to get as close to you as i am right now.”

y/n stared into cody’s gaze, her eyes wide in shock. she never understood the appeal of cody, even after she had gotten to know him and spent countless hours with him. but now, with cody having backed her into the door and leaning down over her, a fire was started in her stomach.

“is, is this lesson two?” she asked, her voice shaky.

cody leaned back, removing his arm from where it rested above her head, and took a full step away from y/n. “smart girl.” he praised. “you’ve just gotten used to how touchy ted and i are, but i bet you piss yourself whenever you even sit next to roman.”

y/n’s blush deepened at his comment, and she lightly smacked cody in the chest. “shut up!” she whined out, although that was all the confirmation cody needed.

“sorry about suddenly getting so close to you, sweetheart. had to make sure you haven’t gotten too used to me being all touchy.” cody apologized, to which y/n reassured him they were okay. “now, may i?” he asked, holding his hand out for y/n to take.

“what? may you what?” she questioned skeptically, not knowing what exactly cody had planned.

“touch you.” cody replied in a monotone that was almost unsettling on the ears. “sweetheart, you look absolutely devilish in your outfit. i’d applaud roman if he didn’t even feel a little bit tempted to place his hands on you. but i know you’re not used to that, so that’s why i’m here.” he smiled, moving his hand a bit as if to tell her to take his hand. “do you trust me?”

and once again, y/n took cody’s hand.

cody laced their fingers together and pulled y/n close to him. their interlocked hands were kept down at their side, while cody’s other hand rested lightly along her back. the contact sent shivers up her spine, to which cody laughed at.

“the top is beautiful, you look heavenly in it. the exposed back though,” he mumbled, his fingers gently grazing up and down along her spine. cody brought his head down to whisper in y/n’s ear, “is absolutely sinful.”

“cody” y/n breathed out, chills being sent down her spine at cody’s touch along her back. her voice was light and shaky, clearly affected by the way cody was touching her. she squeezed his hand, and he replied by rubbing his thumb in circles into the back of her hand.

“yes, sweetheart?” he asked, pulling his head away so he could look down at y/n’s reactions.

“keep going.” y/n whispered, meeting cody’s gaze.

her wide doe eyes and her words had flicked a switch in cody’s brain, and the man’s gaze had darkened.

“look at how you’re reacting to my touch, y/n. you’re so delicate.” cody whispered, letting go of y/n’s hand so he could wrap his arm around her waist. he pulled her closer to him by the waist, their hips pressed together. cody thanked whatever higher power there was for the fact that he was wearing jeans - his hard-on was more manageable in them.

“do you know how to dance?” he asked her, removing his hand from her back so he could push her hair away from her face.

“dance like… dance like how? i was in a dance group back in high school.” y/n questioned, which earned her a loud heart laugh from cody. he shook his head in amusement, and y/n reflected his wide smile.

“no, silly girl. i’m talking like when you dance with a guy and a party, and you get into all the dirty grinding.” he clarified, watching as y/n’s eyes grew wide in astonishment.

“that’s an actual thing? like it’s not just something in the movies?” she questioned as cody pulled away from her. y/n watched as cody grabbed his phone and swiped away at it until some generic sensual music began to play through its speakers.

“yes, sweetheart. it’s an actual thing, now let me see you move those hips.” cody cheered out with a laugh.

it was odd the way the two could go from the thickest sexual tension that cody had ever felt in his life to going back to being two best friends goofing off and dancing hilariously to music.

he watched as y/n moved along to the music, laughing at the funny faces she’d pull to make him laugh.

“why aren’t you dancing with me cody? i thought you’re supposed to teach me.” y/n whined out, grabbing cody’s hands and placing them on her hips.

cody pulled her in, moving along with her as they danced along to the music. eventually, y/n turned around and pressed her ass right against cody’s hips, to which cody responded by wrapping his arms around her waist.

“what are you doing now, y/n?” he whispered in her ear, feeling her grind back against him in time with the music. cody was trying his hardest not to pull y/n back further into him, although his body betrayed him as he grinded against her.

“just doing what i’ve seen in the movies.” she gasped out once she felt him against her ass. y/n brought her hands up, her hands getting lost in cody’s hair as she gently tugged on it.

cody lowered his head, his lips grazing against y/n’s neck as he kissed her there. one of his arms stayed wrapped around her waist, while the other had trailed upwards. cody’s hand rested against her breast, although he didn’t make any other motions.

“what else did those movies teach you?” he asked, pressing a gentle kiss to y/n’s shoulder. cody trailed a line of kisses up from y/n’s shoulder, to her neck, and ending just below her ear.

y/n let go of her grip on cody’s hair and set her hands over cody’s own. she moved his hands so they were no longer on her, turning around to face him. she placed her hands on cody’s chest and pushed him down gently until he eventually sat back down in his seat.

it was at that moment that the music had changed to a different song, as ride by somo rang through the room.

cody chuckled at the song, leaning back in his seat and spreading his legs for y/n as she moved to stand between them. his gaze had turned hungry as he watched her move sensually, kneeling down before him and her hands resting on his knees. she moved forward, her face just grazing his bulge as she shyly smiled up at cody.

y/n stood back up and placed herself down on cody’s lap with her legs falling on either side of cody. her arms wrapped around cody’s neck at the same time his hands found their place on either side of her hips, and she rolled her hips sensually down on to him.

cody leaned forward, and pressed his lips against y/n’s collarbone. he kissed the skin there as he pulled her down to grind harder against him, his actions making her let out sweet, soft moans.

“that’s my girl, keep grinding down on me just like that.” he whispered, to which y/n whimpered in reply. “so responsive for me, princess. you’re turning into a mess on my lap just from grinding against my dick.” his hands traveled around to her ass, kneading at the flesh as he guided her to slightly bounce in his lap as she rolled her hips.

it was embarrassing how wet she knew she was right now, but how could you blame her? having cody pressed up so closely to her, grinding himself up against her ass, and kissing along her neck had done things to her. and now the man was talking to her in such a way that her whole body reacted. the only sense of relief she got in that moment was by grinding down against cody to feel his dick through his jeans pressed against her core.

“cody.” y/n breathed out once she felt him buck up against her.

“yeah, that’s right. beg for me. say my name. don’t forget about me when you’re dancing with some other guy. i’m the one tainting you.” cody whispered, bringing his hand up to wrap around her neck. he stared up at y/n, watching the way her eyes shut close and her mouth was left open at the way cody had bucked up against her hips.

the two of them stayed like that, grinding against each other with y/n whimpering cody’s name as he pressed kisses against y/n’s exposed skin and applied pressure to the sides of her neck to choke her lightly. eventually the song came to an end, and the next song that came on was…

the snow glows white on the mountain tonight…

the two instantly pulled away from each other, y/n getting off of cody’s lap and cody taking his hands off of y/n. their faces beet red as cody rushed to pause the music, standing up to grab his phone.

y/n was the first to erupt into laughter, cody following suit.

“well, that’s getting removed from my sex playlist. i can’t believe the amount of times i’ve used this playlist and i’m just now finding out that let it go is on there.” cody laughed, taking his seat back in y/n’s chair.

that was one way to kill a boner.

y/n teased cody, “is that not the song you finish to? like when you’re about to cum, don’t you let it go?”

cody rolled his eyes at her horrible wordplay, patting his lap and leaning back in the chair. “come here.”

y/n walked over to cody, letting him pull her down into his lap. she adjusted herself so she could wrap her arms around cody’s neck, while her legs were off to one side. cody’s arm had circled around her back to support her, while his other arm rested over her legs.

“you know, i was going to suggest a skirt instead of pants, but that would be far more dangerous” cody hummed, to which y/n nodded her head in agreement.

“yeah. it’s so that horny men like you can’t get easy access to the goods.” y/n laughed, as cody rolled his eyes. “might need to wear some shorts under though, i could feel all of you right against me - and you’re wearing jeans!”

“i’m just a man! this was all your doing, i didn’t tell you to turn around and start backing your ass on me.” cody accused, to which y/n let out an exaggerated gasp.

“did i? i don’t recall doing that. codes, are you already drunk? high? crossed?” y/n questioned, feigning innocence.

cody groaned and leaned his head back, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to win this argument, even though he was 100 percent in the right.

but they both had the same thought.

thank god nothing’s changed between us.

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[shares-a-vest]

@eddiemonth Day 25: Songwriting, Melancholy

Rating: T for canon-typical alcohol consumption and discussion of Barb's death

Just wanted to write what Eddie's thoughts on Barb's 'disappearance' and death might be. Also, time for Platonic Edancy my beloved.

“Did you come out here to read?”

Despite being the biggest bookworm he knows (other than himself, that is), Nancy still sounds every bit as judgemental as anyone else might be to find him sitting outside on his lonesome during a house party.

He’d gone upstairs to retrieve his songwriting notebook from his designated side of Steve’s bed, thoroughly bored by the party. Bored and more than a little jealous that the Corroded Coffin boys – his friends – were relishing being in attendance at a (thankfully former) King Steve Harrington soiree.

Plus, watching on as Steve showed off doing keg stands was really only mildly charming for a whole of five seconds the first time he did it.

There's another chorus of whooping and hollering inside again has Eddie adjusts on the outdoor lounge chair. His back twinges as he shoves the notebook under his thigh for safe-keeping. He definitely spent too long lingering in the kitchen on the hard eggshell tiles.

He looks up to find Nancy purses her lips, waiting for a response as she swirls her solo cup.

“I’m not reading,” he defends, “I’m writing. Well, trying to, anyway.”

Nancy glares, crossing her arms over herself as best she can while still accommodating her cup. She stumbles on the spot, nicking one of her flats on the lounger leg. Eddie lunges forward, sending the chair scraping along the concrete slab as he catches her wrist.

“Woopsie,” she says, blushing and failing to compose herself as she reciprocates his grip, her blunt, clear polished nails digging into his skin.

“Better sit down, Wheeler,” he says, “Don’t wanna have to dive into the pool after you. I’m not the lifeguard Steve is.”

She hums a laugh, plopping down on the lounger quicker than Eddie can carefully spot her. He manages to move his notebook to the side table quick smart and move his legs, mere seconds before Nancy pushes her sloshing cup into his hand.

“Take this,” she gulps, speaking on a delay as she begins fussing with her hair.

He holds the cup out for her to take back, but she doesn’t. Instead, she lowers onto her back beside him, her small frame slipping easily into the small space between him and the armrest.

“I used to write,” she sighs, hugging into his side tight enough he is forced to just go with it – Nancy isn’t typically the most affectionate person. She blinks up at him and at this close proximity yeah, she’s good and well drunk.

“Uh, I'd have thought you'd be writing all the time, Lois Lane,” he chuckles.

“Poetry!” she clarifies far too loudly and close enough to his ear it sends a shudder straight through him, “For fun… I meannn.”

She tsks and rolls her eyes in the direction of the expansive and darkened backyard.

Eddie watches as she looks around, her face tinged blue from the pool lights, eyes growing larger and more weary the closer she gets to the pool.

The Harrington's pool is almost electric blue-white under the indoor lights, the heat from it sitting just above it like an ominous mist. Even with a rowdy party going on inside and the mild Springtime air, it feels cold and lonely. Sometimes Eddie wonders how Steve can stand this house.

Meanwhile, Nancy just stares into the heated waters, long and silent before breathing out shakily though her mouth.

She sniffles and wipes her nose with the cuff of her maroon sweater sleeve.

“You wanna go sit somewhere else?” he suggests, giving her shoulder a little squeeze.

She doesn't respond so he leaves his arm around her and looks into the waters too.

He knows about Barb Holland. What really happened to her back in the Winter of 1984. He’d heard rumours at the time. Nasty ones that he thinks – hopes – Steve doesn't know about. Ones that he knows the girl sitting with him now does not need to hear about.

He knows now obviously, what really happened to Barb. She didn't disappear, or drown in the Harrington's pool, or get buried put in the woods by Tommy Hagen and the bunch of douchebag jocks.

Nope, Barb died like Chrissy, courtesy of a hell dimension none of them can even talk about. Hell, they try not to talk to each other about it all now. Now that it's all hopefully vanquished for good.

“Can you get me some water?” Nancy asks, her stained voice snapping him out of his watery trance.

Tears are falling in earnest, now. He hasn’t seen Nancy cry before. Not even when they had to deal with everything at the hospital a few months back.

“Wanna sneak up to the Harrington’s luxury suite?” he wiggles his brows, leaning in close, “I hear they have a kick-ass King sized bed and even worse curtains than Steve’s…”

Nancy chops her hand through the air, giggling wetly, “That bedroom is not that crash-hot, y’know?”

“No, I don’t know!” he laughs. They wobble the chair as they straighten up, “Steve won’t let me in there!"

He snakes an arm around her middle, chuckling away. But Nancy halts before they move barely one step forward and grips onto his jacket lapel.

“Can we write together?” she asks, her voice both sickly-sweet and melancholy, looking up at him with hopeful eyes, “You could come over when my dad isn’t home?”

“Teddy-boy still thinks I’m some sort of demon-man risen from the dead?”

She closes her eyes and nods grimly.

“Good,” he grins, leaning in close.

By the time Nancy opens her eyes again, shuffling inch by inch to the back sliding door where Eddie has no choice but to hold onto her arm for dear life, she is smiling – at least a little.

[differenteagletragedy]

hi, taylor swift mc anon here! i have an idea and please hear me out… global superstar singer mc (probably taylor-coded), prob on a big world tour like the eras tour. they invite their partner(s) (leaving room for poly :)) to like the first or second concert night, like verbally says “you def have to come to this one 😏” or something. partner comes to the concert cause they love their mc and are so proud of them cause mc’s been practicing and rehearsing for their world tour for a while. AND then, during the concert, their partner gets a full on view of mc doing the vigilante shit dance (or something very similar). like oh my god, how would their partner(s) react? honestly they’d prob go crazy but like have to contain themselves cause they’re in public LMAO! even better is if mc makes eye contact with them/the camera and winks like they KNOW what they’re doing!

Hello Taylor Swift MC anon, you are always welcome here! For context for those who may not know, the "Vigilante Shit" dance is a sexy dance with a chair, lots of self touching and so on.

-- Cove is SO embarrassed. He's read and covering his face and maybe some tears pop up because he is just overwhelmed. He doesn't think you're doing anything bad obviously, he's proud of you and he knows how hard you worked, but this is PROVOCATIVE and he's a shy boy.

-- He'll tell you he liked it later in private though.

-- But if any cameras spot him and try to get his reaction he will crawl in a hole and die.

-- Your fans notice and think he is the cutest thing that ever happened. Memes everywhere.

-- Derek is INTO IT, he's whooping and hollering from the VIP area. He's dancing too, just so excited for you up there killing it.

-- I'm telling you, whatever you do, Derek is going to be your number one fan.

-- He's also wearing your merch.

-- He's leaning over to anyone who will listen, screaming "THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND/PARTNER!" He'll point to you too, like it's a secret who he's talking about.

-- Fans will also notice him because that is the kind of support you need, good for you. Also hot.

-- Baxter will sit there smirking because what else does he ever do lol (I love him).

-- He may or may not have had a hand in your choreography. Nothing major, you have someone hired for that, but he's got some ideas he's willing to share.

-- So he's just standing there still, watching and smirking, then at the end he gives a polite little clap.

-- But on the inside he's "asflkajsdkfjksldjflksdfk."

-- Fans ALSO notice him (they always notice) because he looks so quietly into you and they like that.

[strawberryhierophant]

In the Box: Writing Practice

I do the girls a service. I put them in the Box. I wish someone would do the same for me. I wish there was a Box for me.

They don't like it. The girls don't appreciate it. I can't blame them. It isn't pleasant. But God knows it's better than the alternative. It's better than this.

"How's the missus, Derrick?"

"The missus is fine."

She's in the Box, I could say — or really, I couldn't say, not to him. He wouldn't understand. Nobody does, not anymore than the girls understand, not like I do.

"Almost lunch," he says. I can smell the stench of onions on his skin. He works too damn close to me, all the time.

Behind me, the rhythmic hissing of saws and hammers and measuring tape bears down on me. I have to stop myself from glancing back all the time at the god damn sound of it. The wood men themselves are quiet enough. They work silently, but I can feel them there. I an hear their shuffling footsteps, their heavy breathing back there behind me.

I look ahead. I look down at my work, assembling the chairs, piece by piece. I try to ignore the feel of the men behind me, and think of the precious Box.

"Brought mine," he says, standing much too close, holding his paper sack up in the air and giving it a wave. He grins at me like an idiot.

"Forgot mine," I lie. That way, I won't have to sit with him, or any of them.

The energy in the warehouse shifts at lunch. There's no bell, but work stops, and men seem to scatter. They whoop and holler. The pounding of their feet fills the air like the sound of a million birds taking flight. I can't hardly see from the damn sound. When they push past each other, crowding near me, as they rush to grab coffee from the break station, I can't hardly breathe. It's like being stuck outside in a tornado. I drop the chair I'm assembling and hurry away, to the bathroom.

"Where you going?" he asks, his voice sharp.

"Hey, where you going?"

The question pursues me like a knife at my back. I walk faster.

The Box, I want to say.

I close the bathroom door. Quiet. Almost silent. I let go a long trembling sigh. The cold tile seems to keep the bathroom nice and cool. The hum of the AC in here keeps the voices and other sounds out. I wipe the sweat away and think of the girls, how lucky they are.

They didn't like going in the box last night. They never do, not any of them.

There's a pounding at the door.

Occupied! I want to scream. I lean over the cold sink and turn the handle, breathing hard. Water rushes out of the faucet.

"Hey! This ain't a private room! Open the door for the rest of us!"

Tonight, I'll take an extra girl. For the Box. If this man leaves, I'll do two girls instead of one.

"Damn it!"

There's cursing and muttering, I think. The footsteps retreat, I'm pretty sure.

I turn off the faucet. I wait by the bathroom door. The man is gone. But I listen to make sure, pressing my ear to the door.

Tonight, I'll empty the box. The girls should be done by now. It's been a few weeks. I'll do two girls tonight instead of the one.

I unlock the door and go to turn the handle. The sound comes flooding back. Men chortling and cursing and howling. Outside of the warehouse, truck engines rumble. I step back into the bathroom for a moment. The sound quiets.

I think about the girls. How lucky they are to be in the Box. They don't even know it. They won't know, until tonight, whoever they are.

I step out of the bathroom. The sounds assault me instantly. Shouts and stifling heat and blinding light. The whole world feels like a giant cocklebur sticking me. I wish I could get away.

"There you are!" he says.

I think of the Box. I'll do the girls a service tonight. They won't like it.

"Where have you been?" he says, following me.

My hands ball into fists, and I almost fall upon him. But he hangs back and I escape.

"Where you going?" he asks.

In the Box, I want to say. But I don't. I won't. I can't.

But the girls can. I'll make sure of it.

[live-the-fangirl-life]

It's Only Temporary

Feyre Archeron x Rhys - Tattoo Artist Oneshot

After losing a bet, Rhys gets a new tattoo

Masterlist | Read on Ao3

Warnings: Language, Tattoos

2492 words

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“Fey!” Cassian’s voice boomed through the glass door as he grinned and waved to get her attention.

Looking up from her sketchbook, Feyre watched as Cassian tried to open the locked door again, shaking the wood so hard the bell hanging above it started chiming frantically.

She rolled her eyes and walked out from behind the counter she’d been working at, quickly getting to the door before his enthusiasm ripped it from its hinges. Feyre had barely flipped the lock when Cassian swung it open and immediately wrapped her in a bone crushing hug, lifting her off the ground as she laughed before setting her back down and ruffling her hair. Then he strutted through the dim lobby of her tattoo parlor taking his time to survey the walls of designs, the colorful crushed velvet couches, and the small rack of t-shirts and stickers she had for sale with the shop’s logo printed on them.

The Rainbow was Feyre’s baby. She’d saved almost every penny from the time she’d gotten her first job in order to afford her shop. After studying art in school and apprenticing for a few years, she’d finally been able to buy a small storefront in Velaris and built her business from the ground up.

It didn’t hurt that most of her friends liked tattoos and were always happy to be her canvases and subsequent advertising.

Shaking her head at Cassian who’d made himself at home near her front counter, Feyre returned to her spot with her sketchbook, now open to display a howling water wolf, and raised a brow, “Can’t you read? I’m closed.”

He scoffed, grinning, and leaned his forearms on the counter. “Not for me, Archeron.”

She rolled her eyes again but couldn’t help her smirk when she told him, “It late and I’m busy. Care to tell me why you’re here?” Feyre looked at him expectantly.

Cassian just grinned. “Do I need a reason to visit my very successful, very talented friend?”

“Wow, such flattery, Cassian. What exactly are you trying to get me to agree to?” She raised an eyebrow, trying to reign in a smirk.

He flashed her a wolfish grin. “Convince your sister to go out with me.”

Feyre snorted. “I don’t think you’re Elain’s type.”

“You’re hilarious, Archeron.” Cassian deadpanned and rolled his eyes, “Come on, Fey. Talk me up to Nesta.”

Feyre sighed, closing her sketchbook, and resigning herself to not getting anymore work done tonight. “Cass, I’ve done all I can on that front, believe me. You’ll have to win her over all on your own.”

“Been trying that for years.” He grumbled then ran a hand through his hair.

“I know that isn’t why you’re here,” Feyre insisted, “you ask me to do that literally every time you see me, so I know you didn’t seek me out for that. What’s up?”

He shot her a grin that made his single dimple stand out as he glanced at the door to the parlor. “Az is on his way over with Rhys and we were hoping you would do us a favor.”

“A favor?” she asked skeptically.

Cassian kept grinning. “You see, baby Arche,” Feyre snorted at the nickname. “your idiot boyfriend made a bet that he never stood a chance of winning, and he lost. Horribly.”

“Okay…” she rubbed at her face, trying to steel herself for whatever she was about to hear. Cassian’s shit-eating grin wasn’t making Feyre feel any better.

“Az and I want you to tattoo a little something special on Rhys for us.”

She paused, halting her shuffling of her sketches and furrowed her brows. “You want me to tattoo something on Rhys…because he lost a bet?”

“Yes.”

“Does Rhys know this?”

A slow smirk spread across Cass’s face, “He knows he’s coming to see you.”

Feyre rolled her eyes. “Cassian, why would I agree to tattoo something—you haven’t even said what it is, by the way—onto my boyfriend when he obviously doesn’t even know what’s happening?”

“Well,” Cass pointed out, “I’d hope he’d realize what was happening once you sat him in the chair and got your needles and ink out.”

She snorted, “You know what I mean.”

“Because, Fey,” He sighed dramatically, “Little Rhysie is a punk and lost a bet so now he has to get a tattoo of our choice. And who better to do it, than his wonderful tattoo artist of a girlfriend?” his grin came back, wider than before.

Feyre said nothing for a moment as she stared Cassian down. Then she asked, “How drunk is he?”

Cassian chuckled, “Very.”

Feyre smiled slowly, “And how drunk are you?”

He narrowed his eyes at her but lifted his fingers to show a small space between his thumb and pointer finger. “Just a little bit.”

“So, a lot.” Feyre corrected

Cassian was silent a moment before grinning, “Rhys bet that he could outdrink me.”

Feyre blinked, then clutched the counter as she bent over laughing. She heard Cassian’s loud chortles next to her a moment later. When she stood back up, she wiped a tear from her eye and shook her head.

“Oh, my gods,” She was still chuckling, trying to picture Rhys go shot for shot with the mass of a man standing in front of her. “I love him, but sometimes he’s such an idiot.”

“I think you mean all the time.”

Just then, the bell on the door jingled again and Azriel held it open with one arm as he gripped a stumbling Rhys with the other.

“Hi, Feyre.” Azriel nodded at her as the door shut behind him.

“Hey, Az” She chuckled and walked towards the pair. “Can you lock that? Thanks.”

“Feyre, darling!” Rhys suddenly beamed and stumbled towards her, stepping close enough that she could smell every shot he’d taken on his breath. He used both hands to gently cup her face, squishing her cheeks in little and pressing a sloppy but sweet kiss to her lips. “I missed you.”

She smiled at him but stepped back to avoid his breath. “I saw you a few hours ago.”

He pouted, “That’s too long. I’ve had to look at those two ugly faces all night when I could’ve been looking at your dazzling one.”

“Why does he have to insult us when he compliments her?” Cass grumbled to Azriel who looked mildly amused.

He snorted. “Perspective.”

Feyre removed herself from Rhys’ grip only for him to wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her into his side. She leaned into his touch, and helped keep him standing, as she rested her head on his shoulder as she faced Azriel.

“Az, can you fill me in? Cassian tried, but I don’t know how much I trust his story.”

Cassian feigned hurt and shook his head. “Fey, I am wounded that you doubt me.”

Azriel’s explanation had been essentially the same as Cassian’s with a few more details and a little less slurring of words. She’d rolled her eyes but told them to wait in the lobby while she took Rhys back to her studio.

Feyre had no intention of actually tattooing her very intoxicated boyfriend just because he and his brothers had made a stupid bet. He’d have to be completely sober before she agreed to that.

Guiding Rhys into her back room, she waited until he was sitting on the edge of her large, leather chair before moving to stand between his spread legs. His hands instantly found her waist and she rested her palms on his thighs.

Quirking a brow at her boyfriend, Feyre asked, “Did you actually think you could out drink Cassian?”

Rhys scoffed, “I’m just as big as he is, why shouldn’t I have been able to do it?”

Feyre smirked as Rhys pouted. “Babe, you may be fit,” she huffed a laugh at his raised brow, “okay, fine, extremely fit, but Cass is a tank. And he’s a bartender. There’s no possible way you could’ve won that bet.”

Rhys kept pouting, flexing his fingers over her hips, “You’re supposed to be on my side, Darling.”

She laughed and pecked him on the cheek. “I am, always.” She kissed his lips for good measure. “But I’m going to tease you when you’re being an idiot.”

He used his grip on her hips to pull her towards him for an actual kiss. Feyre stayed wrapped in his arms for as long as she could stand his horrid tequila-drenched breath. Letting her arms loop around his neck and her fingers tangle in his hair, Feyre pulled back.

Rhys let his forehead droop onto her chest and Feyre had the distinct feeling that it was less about the warm comfort of her skin and more about an excuse for Rhys to press his face into her breasts.

“I don’t hear any needles buzzing back there, Fey!” Cassian bellowed from the lobby area. She snorted at the clear sound of a hand hitting someone’s head and the following curse.

She rolled her eyes but kept playing with Rhys’ hair as he mumbled something too muffled for her to understand.

“What was that?” she asked.

Raising his face, he looked at her and winced. “Are you actually going to tattoo me?”

She snickered at the disdain on his features.

“Maybe I should,” she teased, “to teach you a lesson making ridiculous bets.”

Rhys winked. “you can teach me a lesson anytime, Darling.”

Feyre rolled her eyes and was about to retort back when Cassian yelled again, “Baby Arche! We’re not paying you to make out back there!”

She snorted and hollered, “You’re not paying me at all! I’m getting there, don’t rush me.”

Azriel’s voice came next, “We didn’t bring your intoxicated man-child here so the two of you could get it on in the back parlor.”

Rhys snorted and replied back, “You say that like it’s never happened.”

“Rhys.” She hissed, smacking his arm as he chuckled.

“Gross,” two voices audibly gagged from the other room. “You’d better sanitize back there!”

A pause, then a disgusted Cassian said, “You’ve tattooed me on that chair, I don’t want to know what you sickos have done to it.”

Feyre and Rhys snickered before she said, “You might want to avoid the front couch then, too.”

Rhys, still grinning, added, “And the check-out counter—”

“—and the bathroom sink!” Feyre finished.

“Heathens.” Azriel muttered.

Rhys and Feyre laughed at their friends’ obvious disgust.

“I don’t need to hear any more of this,” Cassian insisted. “Ever.”

Feyre rolled her eyes and turned on her machine, allowing the steady buzz of the needle to flow into the waiting area; Cassian’s loud whoop telling her the sound was loud enough.

She carefully set the device on her counter and let the buzz echo through the room as she turned towards a small drawer and pulled out a colorful packet.

Rhys raised an eyebrow at the needle she clearly wasn’t prepping to use on him and watched as she flipped through the pages of whatever she was holding.

She paused on a page and grinned, flipping it around for him to see.

“Do you want a flying bat or one that’s hanging upside down?”

Rhys blinked. Twice. He slowly grinned back at his clever girlfriend as she handed him the sheet of temporary, press-on tattoos.

They were cartoonish-looking designs; the ones made for children that you could use a wet cloth to press onto your skin. He flipped through the rest of the pages to see a variety of other animals and plants, all ready to be cut out and used.

“Is my only choice a bat?” He grinned, looking back up at Feyre to see her already grabbing a scissor and paper towel.

She snorted. “That was what your brothers insisted on.” She took back the packet and carefully cut out the two bats. “They may be drunk enough to think a press-on is a real tattoo, but I don’t know if they’d accept anything else.”

When she held up both bat options for him, he nodded towards the one with outstretched wings. Feyre wet the paper towels and pushed his sleeve up to reveal his toned forearm. After making sure his skin was clean and dry, she gently pressed the bat onto his skin and covered the design with the wet paper towel, allying pressure to keep the image steady.

Rhys reached over with his free hand and grabbed the packet again. “Why do you have these? Besides for saving your boyfriend from a stupid bet?” he finished with a wide grin.

She laughed, still pressing firmly on the tattoo. “I keep them for the kids.”

At his raised brow she rolled her eyes. “Sometimes my clients can’t help but have their kids with them, so I keep the press-ons for those who see their parents and insist they get a tattoo, too.” She snorted at some memory. “I used to have washable markers for them to use but then a few of them would walk out of here looking like some avant-garde painting, so I switched to these. It’s adorable when they hold their cartoon dragon next to their parent’s actual ink.”

Rhys chuckled and Feyre lifted her hand, slowly peeling back the sticky paper to reveal a cute, flying bat.

He flexed his arm, grinning as the movement made the bat’s wings look as if they were flying. “How do I look?”

She leaned in to inspect the bat, making a show of darting between the cartoon and his real tattoos trailing down his arm. “Hmm, I think maybe when you’re sober, I should actually ink this onto you.”

Her grin made him laugh. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss next to the bat, careful not to brush it, and he smiled as she looked back at him.

“How’s it going?” Az’s low voice carried from the front room, making Feyre chuckle and Rhys huff.

She leaned over and expertly turned off the still-buzzing needle before calling back, “Just finished!”

Rhys brought his arm up and laughed again at the small, cheery bat placed between his darker swirls of years-old markings. He locked eyes with Feyre again as she put her supplies away and moved to stand once again between his legs. “You think they’ll buy it?”

She snorted, “Probably not.” She laughed again at his sullen expression. “But I don’t think the bet ever specified the tattoo having to be real.”

Rhys’ grin returned in full force as he brought his hands to Feyre’s face and guided her lips towards his. “You, Darling, are spectacular.”

Laughing again, Feyre leaned out of his reach. “And you, babe, still have horrible breath.”

Rhys rolled his eyes but loosened his grip as she stepped out of his arms, taking her hand as she led them back towards the front lobby.

“Come on,” she said over her shoulder, winking, “let’s show them your new tattoo.”

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[marvelmaniac715]

This is the final day of my Chucky fanfiction advent calendar, day 24! This has been so fun to write, and I’m sorry for the days I missed (won’t happen next year) but life got busy, and I couldn’t stop it. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate, and to those who don’t, have a wonderful winter season. Eat good food, spend time with loved ones, watch a corny old movie (preferably Muppets Christmas Carol) and treat yourself to something nice, cause you deserve it! This final instalment is pretty much an au to be honest. It will never happen in canon, but I’m a fanfic writer, and us writers can make up our own canon. This is the Christmas that Chucky will never ever have, but it’s my favourite one to write. A big family Christmas with Tiffany, Glen and Glenda! Enjoy it, and I’ll try to get out the fanfics that were requested in the next few weeks :).

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Glen awoke to something hitting into them. The something let out an “oof” sound as they landed. Peeking one sleep-crusted eye open, Glen could see a grinning Glenda perched on top of them, humming a corny Christmas tune obnoxiously as they bounced up and down. 

Glenda was never normally so cheery, but they loved Christmas because their parents always spoiled them both, both on regular days and special occasions like Christmas, where they got more than usual. Mom had been doing it since the twins were born, but ever since Dad came back into their lives (about three years ago) the gifts had increased, because he felt like he had to make up for years of absences. As Glenda once said “guilt can bleed a man’s bank account dry.”

Glen didn’t care as much about the gifts, they just liked spending time with the rest of their family. Mom was always busy working or (more likely) drinking, and Dad was off doing… whatever it was that he did that made him hurriedly take a shower before he saw them after coming home. But at Christmas, they were all together. Their parents would probably fight, and Glenda would probably steal some cookies before they were officially allowed to eat, but it would be the perfect family Christmas.

Getting sick of the humming, Glen rolled over, making Glenda topple to the floor with a loud thump. They whined dramatically upon landing, but Glen just rolled their eyes and sighed, offering no help or sympathy to their distressed sibling.

The noise drew the attention of their Mom, who called up the stairs, asking what was wrong. Quickly covering Glenda’s soon to tattle mouth, Glen assured her that it was nothing, and went to get dressed in a festive sweater.

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Once downstairs, the twins were met with a large pile of presents, wrapped in colour according to who’s gift was who’s. Glenda’s stack was always purple, and Glen’s was always green. That way it was easier to keep track, especially if their gifts were similar. 

Mom and Dad were sitting in their armchairs. Dad had a little toddler’s chair because he was too small to reach a regular chair. They were both wearing festive sweaters themselves, although Mom was wearing a Santa hat and Dad wasn’t. His hat was in a crumpled heap on the floor near his chair. He’d probably thrown it off in frustration. Dad hated hats, could never stand them, from birth he claimed, but the twins were sure he was just exaggerating about that.

Glenda tore through their presents like a rabid beast, whooping and hollering with delight when they unwrapped the things they wanted. But not once did they thank Mom and Dad. Mom looked disappointed about that, but Dad had just laughed and said that it was ‘just that age’. 

Glen took a much more delicate approach to opening their gifts. First, they’d gently unwind the ribbon, putting it down on the table next to them. They loved crafts, so they’d find a way to reuse the ribbon. Then they’d slowly peel off the wrapping paper, careful to preserve it as much as possible. It would go into a collage book they were working on later that day. Then they’d take time to look at their gift and carefully put it to once side whilst they profusely thanked their parents, usually with hugs and kisses on the cheek.

Glenda had always said that this approach wasted a lot of time, but Glen thought it was nicer to be thankful and careful. That was just another point on which they disagreed, they supposed. Mom opened her presents exactly like Glen did, but Dad tore through his gifts quicker than Glenda, breaking the more fragile ones in his rampage. It was so strange how each twin was a carbon copy of one of their parents. 

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Dinner was (as always) a grand affair. They were all laughing and joking over a large plate of turkey with stuffing, knocking back champagne (Glen and Glenda were allowed small glasses as a holiday treat) in crystal glasses that probably costed hundreds of dollars.

Of course, half of the desserts were gone. Mom didn’t have the energy to scold them, so she passed the responsibility onto Dad. But he cackled and nodded approvingly, saying ‘that’s my kid alright!’ So that was a lost cause.

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Before heading up to bed, final hugs and Christmas wishes were exchanged. Dad was pissed off because Mom was punishing him for trying to murder a carol singer by making him go to bed early. But he still gave Glen and their twin big hugs, although, the hug he gave Mom looked more like strangulation.

That night, Glen went to bed with a peaceful smile on their face. Sure, some things had gone wrong, some arguments broke out (like when Dad called Mom a dirty bitch for not giving him third helpings) but it had been a great day.

Glen didn’t have a picture perfect family. What they had was a messy, dysfunctional, but altogether loving family at the end of the day. They got on each other’s nerves most of the time, but they loved each other dearly, and Glen knew that none of them would have it any other way. 

[taestefully-in-luv]

Number 3 for Yoongi. 🥺

Prompt: “We should probably leave before we start a scandal.”

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 977

Warnings: swearing, make out, vaginal fingering

**Send a number and a member:)**

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“You really bought tickets for the game?” Yoongi’s wide, gummy smile begins showing on his face. “You really didn’t have to, y/n.”

“It’s your birthday Yoongs…it’s really not a big deal.” You look off to the side, trying your best to hide your growing smile.

You bought tickets to see Yoongi’s favorite basketball team, the game is on tonight and you really cannot hide your excitement. You wish instead of buying him extravagant gifts, you could just tell him how you feel. But you guys are on year 5 of a nice friendship. You wish you had the courage to ruin it.

“I’ll drive.” Yoongi gives you a small smile before he is grabbing his things and standing from his chair at this café.

“I’ll pick you up at 6?” He takes one last sip of his black coffee before throwing the cup in the trash bin. “See you tonight y/n.”

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“I’ll be honest with you Yoongs…I have no idea what’s going on.” You admit between a few giggles. “Are we winning?”

“Ball goes in basket.” He says without looking at you. “That’s good.” Then he turns to face you with a smirk ,”When it’s our team who does it. That’s all you got to know.” Then he is facing the court again.

“Right…” you grin sheepishly, “Right.”

Suddenly you hear an insane amount of cheering happening from all around you, the crowd whooping and hollering but you aren’t sure why. Did they score? But then the woman next to you is shaking you by the shoulder and points towards the big screens.

“Kiss cam.” She says excitedly. You look up and see you and Yoongi on camera and you feel yourself grow red. What? You panic, looking all around you until your eyes settle on Yoongi and you grow even redder. He blinks at you until he’s staring at the screens himself and realization hits him.

“We obviously don’t have to.” Yoongi says matter of fact, he looks mostly unbothered.

“Okay.” You mumble, feeling your palms grow sweaty. “But if we want to?” you find the courage to say. “Could be a fun memory.”

Yoongi studies you for a few seconds before he’s pulling your arm and dragging you towards him. Your hands land in his lap and he grunts out, his eyes never leaving yours as he leans in.

“Going to kiss you then.” He whispers against your lips and you nod subtly. You don’t hear how the crowd goes wild because all you can pay attention to is how soft Yoongi’s lips are against yours. He’s slow and tender and takes his time moving his mouth over yours. Your hands travel up his body until you are tugging on the collar of his shirt, he groans in your mouth when you start prodding your tongue between his lips.

Yoongi’s hands grip at your waist as he pulls you in closer, he breathes heavily as you two start really exploring one another mouths. You can’t believe this is happening…you have dreamed of kissing Yoongi and here you are at a basketball game, on camera, kissing his adorable lips.

You moan into his mouth as you inch closer and closer towards him but Yoongi pulls away much to your disappointment. His breaths are unsteady as he gazes at you.

“We should probably leave before we start a scandal.”

You frantically nod your head and gather your things, Yoongi helping you to your feet and grabbing your hand to walk down the bleachers. You both rush down, you follow his lead feeling giddy as fuck.

“We’re really leaving?” you call out, “The game isn’t over?”

“I don’t know how long you will be okay with this…” Yoongi slows down, glancing over his shoulder. “But I have to take advantage.”

“You want to take advantage of me Yoongi?” you flutter your lashes at him, squeezing his hand.

“As long as I have your consent, yes.” He stops, pulls you in by the waist and finds your lips again for a long kiss. “Will you let me kiss you all night?”

“I will let you do whatever you want all night.” You offer suggestively.

~

“Fuck!” You gasp out, Yoongi smirks as he curls his fingers inside you so expertly. “Holy fuck…” you squirm in Yoongi’s lap in the driver’s seat. “I wish I would have known how amazing your fingers are because I would have made this happen sooner…” you sigh, moving your hips back and forth.

“You would have let me?” Yoongi asks, genuinely curious. “Even though we are just friends?”

Yoongi adds a third finger and begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you, “Or are we just friends?” he brushes his fingers against your most sensitive spot, a string of long moans leaving your mouth.

“Do just friends do this?” you pant, “I don’t think so.” You continue to move your hips back and forth, meeting his fingers half way.

“Does this mean you will….” He leans up to kiss your neck. “Will let me take you out on a date?” he slows his fingers, causing you to groan in frustration.

“I’ll go ahead and skip to the part where I’m your girlfriend, if you let me.” You moan as he fucks you faster now, his fingers moving so amazingly inside you.

“Fuck y/n.” he moves his fingers faster and deeper within you, you start shaking above him. You feel how tense you become, how the coil in you absolutely snaps. You are hit so hard with the best finger fuck of your life. Your orgasm having your vison blurring and your legs going weak.

“Just made you come.” He whispers. “You are definitely my girl now.” Yoongi brushes away some hair off your forehead and he smiles at you as you calm down from your recent high. “Or maybe you always were.”

[dilucids]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLove in cameras ━━ Genshin idol! au

newbie! idol!reader collaborating on a photoshoot together with idol! genshin characters

includes beidou, rosaria, childe, zhongli, diluc and xiao

( back on that idol au grind. also, the sheer amount of 'male reader' shit on this app that involves incest makes me genuinely tear up and take a shot everytime i say 'shot', you'd be drunk enough to hook up with zhongli dragon form. )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 BEIDOU ━━ UNCROWNED QUEEN OF THE OCEAN 〕

━━ one of the most nerve-wrecking things ever because she's simply so intimidating and good at what she does.

━━ you're literally shaking in your seat as she takes her solo shots, watching her lean on one leg, placing the other by her side, stretching her arms all the whilst making eye contact with the camera.

━━ she just looks so professional and you're afraid you won't be able to live up to her and ruin the entire shoot since even though you're both idols, she's been in more magazines as a senior group compared to you.

━━ when you switch for your solo shots, she seems to sense how nervous you were ( although you weren't really hiding it much with your shaky knees and annoying tapping your foot. )

━━ she places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a smile and a thumbs up, telling you you'll be okay.

━━ you realise she wasn't as menacing and stoic as she was in magazines and slightly relax.

━━ helps you relax by offering support behind the camera!!!

You lean sideways a little, allowing the thin material to fall off your shoulder a little as you glance back at the camera, lips slightly apart. Your stoic facade is broken almost immediately when you hear Beidou hollering and clapping in the background. You begin to laugh in suprised shock as the staff around the set follow her example, the shuttering of cameras now longer heard as it is replaced with clapping and whooping.

You grow a little embarrassed, glancing over at Beidou for help but she seems proud, stood there with hands on her hips and a satisfied grin. You realise she isn't going to help you out so you attempt to calm the set down with thanks and bows until you're continuing with the shoot.

━━ beidou has a very large presence, so it's very hard to have magnetism next to her but you somehow make it work.

━━ compared to your solo shots, your duo shots have a pirate/knight theme.

━━ with beidou in a pirate getup and you in a knight getup, it was obvious to see that this was some type of old ancient rivalry between the two groups and you two were meant to potray that anger and tension.

━━ due to you being new to this type of scene, she'll take the lead, making sure that her pose allowed you to fit in perfectly, whether it be far away, close, a sword to her throat, you splayed on the floor and her leaning in with her sword next to your head. ( thank god that shot was meant to focus on beidou cause with her that close to you, you couldn't keep a straight face. )

━━ of course even with such a theme, fan service is everything! so some of the poses are a little more touchy touchy and if she can tell you're nervous, will immediately lighten the mood and assure you you're doing well.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ROSARIA ━━ THORNING BENEVOLENCE 〕

━━ like beidou, will naturally exude professionalism and skill.

━━ unlike beidou though, she'll probably ignore your nervousness or bluntly tell you to toughen up if you want to make it, it sounds harsh but you know it's her own way of advice giving.

━━ her poses are less showy than beidou, more elegant and graceful as she rests her hands on her waist or cross her legs over each other over the arm of the chair and look back at the camera.

━━ will watch you, probably assessing your style, as you take your solo shots and if she notices your embarrassment ( she definitely does ), well she doesn't stop.

━━ will somehow converse with the photographer about poses she thinks will bring out your potential and it works, she has an eye for these things apparently and a lot of photographers like her style of modelling.

As you step back, allowing the staff to move props around, you glance back at the director of the shoot and Rosaria stood before the screen, showing off the photos. They seem to be deep in conversation, the only giveaway about the tense conversation however was the director's furrowed eyebrows and lips pressed into a tight line, Rosaria had no expression on her face.

The director seems to give up after Rosaria says something, pointing at the screen with her arms crossed, walking away with a shake of his head albeit the smile of being challenged. You immediately look away when she peers up at you, catching your eyes for a split second; you knew she had been shamelessly staring at you but it was quite embarrassing to be caught yourself.

"Here we go," snaps you out of your embarrassment and you're back to sitting on a black throne lined with gold, posing for the shoot.

━━ it's awkward before the camera is on you two as you stand on the set but once the camera is on? you two flow so perfectly together.

━━ rosaria would allow you to take the reins, allowing you to do what you felt was natural and would simply follow. ( another one of her ways of easing newbies into the modelling scene. )

━━ if your pose is a little awkward though, she'd quietly tell you to move certain ways and try not to overpower you ( but if you were overpowered, that'd be your own fault and you should try harder. that's her motto. )

━━ it actually surprises you how good she looked with a spear in hand and how well it suited her.

━━ it was kinda nerve-wracking to be working with rosaria but you absolutely loved it and would kill to work with her and have her guidance again ( deffo should ask for her number for future guidance!! )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 CHILDE ━━ 11TH FATUI HARBINGER 〕

━━ looks professional on camera but is surprisingly childlike off camera.

━━ why is his little brother on the set wearing a pj mask costume again? right, he had to pick him up from school earlier than usual cause teucer said he was sick and wanted childe to come so he got use his older brother's reputation to get closer to that female teacher he liked. as for the pj mask costume, he wanted to fit in with the shoot theme so the poor stylists had to pull out some slightly too large, dusty halloween costume they found somewhere for him. great.

━━ other than that, childe is great at what he does, amazing at facial expressions like *whistles*, terrifyingly good at making the expressions asked of him. ( can cry on command actually (( learnt to entertain his younger siblings. )) ).

━━ you're intimidated by him at first but when you guys are taking a small break between his shoot and yours, you get to see him play around with his teucer and oh my god.

━━ he's literally carrying teucer above his head, teucer posed as superman with one arm sticking out and the other on his hip as he carefully runs throughout the set.

━━ when it's actually your turn, he will secretly hype you up with teucer.

"Pretty," Teucer mutters under his breath as prop flower petals are being thrown up as you pose under them. Childe smiles a little as he ruffles his younger brother's hair, "isn't my partner the prettiest?"

You're oblivious to these comments, focusing on the camera that was following your every move but your eyes glance over to the two brothers ever so often, finding their closeness rather endearing.

"They're prettier and nicer than your last partner," Teucer huffs, thinking of the previous collaboration he had attended with another celebrity, although she was a little too flirty with Childe for Teucer's liking. "Momma said you have to find a good person, big bro" Teucer reminds aa Childe smiles amused. "Are they a good person?" Childe thrusts his thumb over in your direction.

Teucer hums, thinking carefully with his chin in hand before nodding, beaming at Childe. "I'm sure they'll fit in nicely with everyone!" Your future had just been planned and you had no say in it at all.

━━ as for duo shots, it's another enemies theme but it's more of an assassination theme with childe holding a bow, perched on a higher stage than you.

━━ took ten minutes for childe to figure out how to look good with a bow in hand, with an eye scrunched up like he was actually aiming at you. ( of course he wouldn't have succeeded if not for teucer shouting advice at him off set with his hands on his hips. )

━━ he swears he almost feels the adrenaline of the scene as if his life was actually on the line when you shoot him a glare like directed.

━━ you two get on pretty well off set as well! you joke around as props are being moved around or make up is being fixed for either of you.

━━ you feel bad when you actually stab him with the fake sword, but he plays through with it, acting like he was dying.

━━ play fighting with teucer as an evil overlord ( still wearing his pj mask costume ) mind controlling childe's lover ( you ) into thinking he was the enemy ( teucer came up with the plot ).

━━ slipped his number into your pocket as you two were posing.

━━ teucer also got to keep his pj mask costume!!

━━ posts a picture of you messing around with teucer on his instagram.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ZHONGLI ━━ VAGO MUNDO 〕

━━ probably the most professional out of them all.

━━ his poses are quite simplistic as he models the suit, hand in his pocket, fixing a cuff link, checking the time, simply casting his gaze to the side but he still holds a very large presence on set.

━━ would calmly converse with you as if you two had been friends for a long time, with a small smile on his face.

━━ if he can tell you're nervous, he'll tell you small anecdotes about anything and everything. when it's your turn, he give your shoulder a small squeeze and nod at you.

━━ talks to the director about poses as well, has a keen eye about what prop should be used and the positioning of them; you're suprised he isn't the director of the shoot.

━━ when you thank him for his help on the sidelines, he'll shake his head and tell you it was due to your talent and that he was only creating opportunities for them to naturally shine.

━━ was literally made for the camera, just the way he poses, the way he holds himself; god, it would've been a crime if this man had never been placed front page of a magazine.

You're entraced by the way he moves━━ subtle ways, like placing one foot ahead of the other, a hand in his pocket, looking down at the watch on his wrist. He's amazing. You could watch him for ages; he was like a sculpture made by the Gods, their most prized possession. What else could explain his sharp jawline, the bangs framing his face, his long hair pulled back into a low ponytail?

"You're staring," a staff member nudges you with a small smile, you snap out of it right away, slightly embarrassed at being caught. She laughs however, waving you off, "it's okay, we were all like that at first." You nod awkwardly, her words not helping at easing the embarrassment filling you.

You're talking with a staff member when he comes striding towards you, appearing behind you and scaring off the makeup artist with a mere smile and gracing you with a hand on your shoulder. "You're up next, good luck."

━━ mentally prepare yourself to be within a five metre radius of this man for the next hour or so.

━━ whether you're weak to pretty faces or not, i assure you, this man will honestly be the death of you if your guard is down even the littlest bit.

━━ the theme of this shoot? ceo/secretary and it does make sense━━ no it would make sense, if you were the secretary, not the ceo. but apparently fans like this type of power dynamic ( assuming you're shorter than him ) and so for the future of your careers you persevere.

━━ zhongli stood clad in a suit, next to you with his hands behind his back and you sat down at a desk, eyebrows furrowed like you're examining paper work or zhongli pouring you a cup of tea. you're pretty sure this is some odd dream at this point.

━━ you only persevere until zhongli has to pose as if he was fixing your tie.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 DILUC RAGNVINDR ━━ DARKNIGHT HERO 〕

━━ intimidating. intimidating. intimidating.

━━ did you wrong god in some type of way in your past life because being watched so openly as you pose for the camera for such a man, naturally exerting power, with eyebrows furrowed was one of the most terrifying things ever.

━━ his poses are similar to zhongli's but he puts a little more back into it, dignified aura as he crosses his leg, or one hand holding his hair up into a high pony as the other is near his mouth, using his teeth to pull the bobble off his wrist.

━━ also more open to differing hairstyles! unlike zhongli who only keeps his hair in a low ponytail, diluc can comprise with a low pony, high pony or even a messy bun.

━━ good balance of praise and constructive criticism; will tell you if you're doing good but will also tell you if you could improve in certain areas or even help with poses.

━━ diluc has amazing chemistry with everyone, he fits naturally into other people's style of modelling and can alter himself or his partner to fit if necessary, he also has a large presence on camera and sometimes accidentally overtakes when he gets too into the shoot.

"Calm down," you step back in reflex when you hear Diluc's voice just behind you, "your nervousness is plastered all over your face." You make a sound of acknowledgement and bow your head, "just take a few breaths and imagine you're at home in your mirror bathroom." It scared you that he knew infront of your mirror bathroom, you were the most confident but thanks to his help, you were able to ease yourself into modelling.

"You did well," he smiles at you when you come off the set, patting you on the shoulder. You smile back, "thanks to your advice," you redirect the compliment back at him. The short interaction ends when you two have to change into your couple costume.

━━ unintended sexual tension 👫

━━ was supposed to be casual poses, really easy ones with you two sat on steps with a respective cigarette in hand as friends but somehow,,,,, you two looked like y'all had fucked a second before hopping onto the set.

━━ so, the director took the inherent sexual tension and put it into use; changing just seeming like you were smoke buddies into poses where you two leaning into the same flame to light up your cigarettes. ( close ups of you two staring into each other's eyes over the flame! )

━━ kept lesser tension packed photos though and the one above^^ just as a small treat for the fans.

━━ he definitely posted a picture of you ( tagged ) behind the scenes on his instagram with no caption though.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 XIAO ━━ CONQUEROR OF DEMONS 〕

━━ more reserved, if he has a problem with the way you do things, doesn't say anything and just makes a certain expression with his face.

━━ his poses vary, he's able to adapt to each and every theme that's given to him and usually plays it safe with poses. he's usually modelling for makeup brands so he's very good with close ups, or hand and face poses; also is very used to working with many people but often never attempts to befriend.

━━ if you initiate conversation, he'll use dry replies or even attempt to leg it out of the conversation, only because he's a little shy or doesn't really understand social rules after a while, he'll given into your conversations and try to reply normally.

━━ i feel like he has mints with him no matter where he goes so expect a "do you want a mint?" halfway into your conversation.

━━ definitely is trusted with the music that plays in the background as you guys work. xiao is literally globally known for having one of the best music tastes and often makes songs hit the 'top 100' even if it's been out for years.

━━ it takes him a little while to get used to a new partner so give him a few test shots to get your vibe checked and he'll adapt!

You try hard to ignore the song in the background, but it's stuck in your head. Watching Xiao placing his fingers gingerly on his face as he peers to the side, the camera zooming into his face, you tap your foot along to the beat━━ you've never heard this song before but it really suited your tastes.

"Excuse me," you call out to a staff member who was walking past, he stops and nods at you, pulling down his headphones, "do you know what song this is?" He shakes his head however, leaving you with disappointment but not before he tells you that this was Xiao's Spotify playlist. You nod and thank you, immediately finding Xiao on Spotify to see all his different playlists for different moods.

You never understood why fans chose to listen to their idol's playlist because some of their music tastes was just trash but Xiao had genuinely good taste and it kinda suprised you.

━━ close proximity poses since you two are modelling for a makeup brand; some shots are just headshots with you two practically sat ontop of each other.

━━ some poses are torso shots, where you're both holding the product. there was a pose where you got to act as if you were applying eyeliner onto xiao's eyes and there was definitely a period of time when xiao couldn't stop blushing.

━━ he absentmindedly hums the song in the background as you two wait on set for the director to finish their conversation with the photographer.

━━ posts a picture of himself that you took whilst he was asleep and tagged you before the photoshoot was released so fans started speculating the weirdest shit and he never bothered to clear it up, just waited until the photos were released and hoped someone in his fandom was smart enough to connect dots.

[blahkugo]

Rush

Shigaraki Tomura x Reader x Dabi (BNHA)

Word Count: 900

TW: degradation, humiliation, dubcon

A/N: this month, @lookslikeleese, @bakatenshii, @rat-suki , @theygottheircages, and I are bringing you a joint kinktober! you can find our masterlist here!

Day 1: Degradation / Humiliation

“Put it on,” Tomura barks gruffly, pushing your hips into the plush gaming chair. His eyes are glazed over, revealing no hint of the quiet anger that brews underneath.

“Tomura, I-”

“I said, put it on,” he presses four lithe fingers across your stomach, the fifth hovering over your taut skin— a warning that shoots electricity down your spine. His free hand tugs at your waistband for a second before simply dusting the article away. “Tell them exactly why you felt the need to interrupt me.”

You can feel heat sizzle through your body, eyes wide as you silently plead for any other punishment. He simply holds you in place, scowl planted on his face.

Heart pumping wildly, you finally follow your impatient leader’s command. As soon as your ears make contact with the headset, you’re barraged by a cacophony of nameless voices— no doubt a group of random men Shigaraki spends his time gaming with. You’re hit with a wave of embarrassment as all of them coo and holler at the exchange they just heard. The onslaught of sound blurs together, but one voice stands out amongst the rest:

“Everyone shut the fuck up, I want to hear this.”

Dabi.

You’d know it anywhere, that quiet, apathetic lilt. It’s the same one that scouted you for the LoV, that has accompanied you on countless missions, that seems to be everywhere.

It’s the very same voice that carries through the walls of the base late at night—groaning, panting, restless—no matter how desperately you attempt to drown it out

A sharp pain spikes your thigh as Tomura’s hand slaps against it and you’re torn from your reeling thoughts.

“We’re all fucking waiting, slut,” his free hand tugs at your hair, a twisted grin gracing his face at the pained cry that leaves you. The other men let out their own laughs, some even going as far as echoing Shigaraki’s crude insult.

“I- I interrupted the boss because,” your entire body floods with a fever, “because I’m a needy whore.” Before you can even finish your sentence, you’re accosted once again by the whoops and howls of faceless men. All the while, you’re met with a weighted silence from Dabi— a fact that startles you purely because of your disappointment.

Calloused fingers tear your thighs apart, running down your heated skin until they near that bundle of nerves. And when he touches it, rubbing quick circles into the bud while his tongue attaches itself to your clit, you can’t keep quiet. Try as you might, Shigaraki’s grazes leave slight gasps and whines in their wake. A chorus of taunts follows every noise from you, snickers and mumbles of ‘whore,’ ‘slut,’ and ‘I know you like it, bitch.’

The remarks only escalate as you near the edge, each seeming to triumph the last in its lewd nature. You attempt to focus on one thing: your rapidly approaching release, but a nagging thought still invades your mind. You haven’t heard a single syllable from your bleak coworker. The frustration makes you cry out, pressing painful crescents into your bare thighs. Why hasn’t he said anything?

The answer evades your blissed out mind, unable to comprehend why the man who groans your name long into the night falls silent when given a real chance.

That is, until Tomura issues his next demand. Between his laps at your wet slit, he mumbles,

“Tell Ashtray how much of a fucking whore you are.”

This time, you don’t bother refusing him. Dabi’s name falls from your lips— a relief, a mantra, a twisted prayer to a God you weren’t sure you could believe in. Over and over, without any regard for the man between your legs. If anything, the cries only make Shigaraki press harder, fucking his tongue into you at an even hastier pace.

And before any of the men can degrade you further, Dabi’s voice rings out amongst them,

“Everyone fuck off.”

Then, there’s silence, and your breath catches in your throat as you await his next move. A second passes, then five, and you think you’ve done something wrong; maybe he’s gone as well.

“I always knew you were a little slut,” the deep, vicious groan makes your heart skip a beat. As though the wire in your gut is plucked, your legs clamp around Shigaraki’s head. “Say my name.”

“Dabi, dabi, f-fuck, Dabi!”

“Bet you’ve been praying for this moment, yeah?” He chuckles under his breath, “Bet it’s my voice that has you fucking soaked for the creep.”

And with that single sentence, your vision goes white. Every nerve in your body stands on end as your legs clamp up. You can hear Dabi’s cold laughter, and from a distance, a mumbled ‘what a little whore.’ You lose yourself in the pleasure, unaware of time or its passing as Shigaraki’s fingers fuck you through your high.

He only detaches himself from your cunt once you’re a quivering mess, tears streaming freely down your face. With a quick swipe at his lips, his tongue moves to catch the slick that’s dripping down his chin. He tugs the headset off of you with a single swift movement,

“Get in here, Ashtray. We’re not done with the bitch yet.”

[itsbeaconhillsbaby]

a luminous love || tom holland x reader

a/n: I feel like I should apologise for the length of this. I was not intending for it to be as long as it’s ended up, but I hope that doesn't put anyone off! there is also a follow up of this planned: the subsequent road-trip. both are definitely stand alone’s but there will be a few casual nods to this fic throughout. i’m thinking of doing a couple shorter blurb style fics as these longer ones take up a bit more time to plan and write. also looking to delve into my angsty side after doing so many slice of life, fluff pieces. let me know what you think, thank you all for reading and being amazing as always! come chat! x  

word count: 2556 warnings: alcohol use summary: its the annual summer BBQ extravaganza at the holland household

The patio doors were wide open, folded in on themselves as shimmering golden sunlight enveloped the kitchen. Sunbeams glinted off the mirrors and glass surfaces, rainbows dancing around the open space. Light music was playing from a portable speaker, the birds chirping along to the soothing tones. You could hear voices all talking over one another, loud laughter and a dog barking. From your position in the hallway you could see people sheltering in the shaded kitchen from the sweltering heat that was London on a glorious summer day. Bodies filtered in and out through the large open space, congregating both inside and out. You felt a gentle squeeze of your hand. Taking your eyes off the crowded room and glancing up, you saw tom had rested his bag in the hallway, and was waiting for you to do the same. “You okay?” he asked, as you stepped out of your trance and copied Tom’s actions, “It’s only the family, you’ve met them before - and a couple family friends...” he trailed off. “Oh.No, I’m excited I promise!” you reassured him. Tom grasped your shoulders, spinning you round slightly so you were standing directly in front of him, your bodies touching. His smile widened, pressing a feather light kiss to the top of your head, “I got you.” You leaned into the kiss, closing your eyes quickly as you soaked up the closeness. You picked up the discarded gift bag, lost in amongst the jumble of things you and Tom had brought in for your quick stay at the Holland household. He entwined your fingers together, rubbing the back of your hand slightly with his thumb before jerking his head questioningly, ready to face the onslaught? you nodded, grinning. Pulling him in close beside you, he stretched his entwined hand across the back of your neck and up over your shoulder casually. “You weren’t having a summer Holland BBQ without your favourite, right?!” he bellows, as you both appear in the kitchen entry way. A myriad of eyes darted over to the pair of you, everything stilling for a millisecond. Even Tessa dropped her ball. Then the place erupted. “Oh honey!” “Ayy, about time guys.” “Favourite? yeah right!” “Only in your dreams you div.” “Oh look who he brought!! Thank god, I needed someone to talk about...” “My favourite non-Holland!” The cacophony of voices echoed around the room, people whooping and hollering before finishing their previous conversations. With another light squeeze, you feel the weight of Tom’s arm disappear from around you. His fingers ghosted across your back before he was hugging his brothers, pulling out high fives and fist bumps. You found yourself immediately enveloped into a perfume filled, soft hug, Nikki running a hand through your hair complimenting the slightly lighter colouring, “- I’m so glad you could both make it! I was worried you’d miss out what with your trip but it looks like we were just in time.” You were heading on a road-trip up to Scotland to visit your family since Tom had some proper free time off work, him wanting to drive and explore some pretty hidden routes with you. You’d decided to stop off for a night at his family’s house before heading off the next again morning. “We wouldn’t miss it! Yearly tradition and all, also it’s just a wee thing but please just accept it no questions.” Nikki pulls a face at the gift bag, “You don’t have to do that, you’re family - no need for gifts!” You can feel yourself falling into a grin at the comment before thanking her for letting you stay the night and for the amazing spread. You hear the pitter patter of tiny feet on the tiled floor, before your four-legged friend jumped up on her hind legs, tail thumping the ground and front legs pawing at yours. “Oh hi baby, hi Tess!” you coo softly, kneeling on one knee to stretch behind her ear and rub her belly as she continued to hop on her back legs, her tongue sticking out to lick your face.   Her ears suddenly pricked at a whistle, and both your heads turned as she noticed Tom - immediately forgetting about you and bounding over to him. He sticks his tongue out at you menacingly. You rolled your eyes, grinning as you stand back up again. Nikki leading you to a group of people gathered around the island, “Anyway! Let’s get you a drink and introduce you to some friends! Tell us how you’ve been, it’s been so long.” //// You were laughing with the twins, watching Paddy show some of his new football tricks. Tessa was trying to get in on the action, pink tongue hanging out as she ran around you all. You’d already been handed plenty of drink, a table set up in the corner of the kitchen with every kind of spirit laid out for guests to help themselves to. Massive beer crates were stacked next to the fridge, clearly on a rotation. You had met and talked with so many family friends already, before the groups dispersed and you were waved over by some familiar faces. The boys were taking up a whole section of the garden with their games. Far away from the BBQ and food, as directed by Dom. “What do you say to a game of beer pong?” Harry asked you, shaking out some of the curls that were beginning to stick to his forehead in the sweltering sunshine, “Bet a tenner I’ll sink you.” You laugh, smirking, “Alright kids, you’re on!” He groaned, “I hate that nickname, you’re older than us by literally two months!” Paddy acts as referee as you and Sam pair up against Harry and Harrison who were already squabbling about each other’s techniques. As you watched your last shot dive into the cup, bopping about slightly, you cheer loudly. The competition, beer drinking and sun already heating up your cheeks, staining them pink. You hug Sam in celebration and made a beeline to Harrison for a commiseration’s handshake-turned-hug, hearing Harry to have it out with his twin next to you.   “Cough up, bro.” You held out your hand upright as Harry begrudgingly slapped the ten pounds into your hand. You all start laughing as Harry downs the last cup, not before sloshing it all down himself. //// You’re lounging in a deckchair, listening to some childhood stories of the boys until you feel a shadow block your sun. “Hey darling, you alright?” He hands you two platefuls of food before pulling up an empty deckchair beside you. “Hey! So good. Warning I’ve definitely had more than my fair share of your gross beer.” You thank him for the food, pressing a soft and quick kiss to his cheek as he chuckled at you. He had already taken to the sun, his face now painted with a sun kissed glow. You take a minute, swallowing slightly as you take him in. The food plates resting on your lap, he lounges back slightly, a bottle of beer in one hand. Tess immediately jumps into his shorts clad lap, his striped linen shirt was unbuttoned and his dog tags shifted as she lay down, panting and eyes softly blinking in the sun, mouth upturned as if she was smiling. “You look good.” You whisper as you pass across his food, trying to avoid Tess’s eager snout as you did so. He quirks an eyebrow, “Oh really?” he laughs, “How many beers have you had exactly?” “Well, I played beer pong with your brothers...” He nods his head in understanding, smirking at the slight wobble in your voice. “Did you win?” “You bet I did!” The hand that was resting on Tess’s back he instead used to high-five you, laughing as he turned his head in search of his brothers. That same hand now resting on your bare thigh comfortably as his leg leant against yours. “Well, if you’ve got another round in you later...we can beat them again?” You agree enthusiastically, knowing that you’d be at a slight disadvantage seeing as the sun and alcohol was already going to your head, but that Tom would carry your team easily. More people gather round the two of you with their plates of food, engaging in conversation about golf, work, filming etc kindly including you in their conversations as you munched on your food, hoping it would soak up a little bit of the alcohol. You soon found yourselves back indoors, stomachs nice and full, as you took a break from the sun. Tom was leaning back into the arm of the sofa, wrapping his arm around your back and resting it on the opposite side of you, pulling you super close. He was talking animatedly to the man on his left, one of Dominic’s friends that you’d been introduced to earlier. You were fiddling with Toms tags, lightly dragging them back and forth on their chain as he conversed about his latest job. “I found it!” Nikki announced as she made her way over to the sofa, everyone shifting up as she squeezed in-between you and Harrison’s girlfriend, who you’d been chatting with on the opposite side of the couch. Tom groaned. “Not another one mum! I’m surprised you still have any left to show at this point.” Nikki ignored his objections before pulling open the photo album, and immediately you were taken in by the cute small toddler in a variety of places around the house; in the bath, under the christmas tree, in his high chair with chocolate birthday cake all round his face, outside in the grass on a blanket - giant smile plastered across his little face. Tom had rested his chin on your head, peeking over you. His cold tags making your back flinch slightly at the change in temperature. you cooed and laughed along with her as she took you through the book, telling you stories about her eldest, mischievous son. You could feel the vibrations against you as he laughed at different pictures, his mum leaning across to ruffle his hair. “You two would have the cutest kids, I’m just saying-“ Nikki blurted out. Tom groaned and immediately pulls himself and you up off the couch, “-I’m just saying! Tom!” “Oh, here we go! Mum you’re cut off,” he says laughing, guiding you back out into the sunshine, and past the BBQ, “Dad, mums at it again.” Dom sighs, then laughs before heading inside, “What has got into her!”   You stifle a giggle, Tom with a hand on either shoulder his body pressed flush against you as he propelled you through the throng of people gathered round a fire pit, and led you back to the beer pong table. “Please ignore everything my mother just said.” You spin around quickly so you’re chest to chest. Bringing a hand up to cup the back of his neck as you pull him down just slightly, whispering in his ear, “Whilst we’re definitely not ready for kids yet, I’m definitely not against some practice in techniques...are you?” He pulls his head back sharply, golden eyes coming to life in the glittering sun. His entire face breaks out into a smile, “You’re such a tease, move it!” 

Spinning you back around, he presses you forward brushing your hair behind your shoulder as he sinks some light kisses into the side of your neck, as you both continue towards the beer pong. You pretend to shove him off, his breath tickling your cheek. 

“PDA! PDA! Ew, get a room guys!” Paddy jokes, cupping his hand around his mouth and announcing to the garden. “What are you, twelve?! That’s it Pads!” Tom suddenly bounds away from you, leading to a chase as Paddy runs nimbly around the garden; dodging people, chairs, cups and plates - Tom hot on his heels. You burst out laughing, shaking your head as Tom lifted Paddy, chucking him over his shoulder. You sat yourself down on the dry grass, waiting for the boys to finish their play fighting. As you do, you feel a soft body lean itself against you, tail hitting off your legs. “Hey baby,” you murmur, clapping and stoking Tess as she lay belly up in the sun, “Whose a clever girl?” //// “Here.” You sit up, having been lying on the grass since the latest beer pong match which led to copious amounts of drinking games. You’d questioned if the world would stop spinning if you lay down, a chorus of laughter coming from the boys and their friends.  Tom passes you a glass of ice-cold water which you gratefully take, before hunkering down next to you himself, sitting with his knees up and his arms clasped around them. You take a couple sips before balancing your cup in the tufts of grass, he opens up one of his arms and you cuddle into him. “Your brothers suck,” you joke, the water chasing away your light headache. He laughs. “Thank you for pushing our trip back to fit this in,” You rest your head on his shoulder and look out at all the people, still having a great time despite the fact the sun was slowly disappearing below the trees. “Tom. Of course, my folks completely understand. I love your family and you don’t always get the time off to see them. What’s one extra day, hm?” He turns his face to look at you and you lift your head off his shoulder. You had a spattering of pink across your cheekbones and nose, your freckles peeking out. Your hair was falling out of its messy half up-do. yes twinkling as you looked up at him through your lashes. His hand brushed against your hair and the side of your face before he tilted your chin upwards and took your mouth in his, brushing his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, letting him press soft clusters of kisses on your nose and cheekbones. You laugh and bring him back to the centre. “I love you,” he announced, taking a breath before kissing you again - you unconsciously reached for the back of his neck to pull yourself in closer. “I love you too.” you sigh, shifting yourself to now lie between Toms’ legs. letting him whisper soothing words into your ears, of all the places you were going to visit on your trip.

“Oi lovebirds,” Harry comes bouncing over to the two of you. Tom leaning back on his elbows as you sit comfortably between his legs, him tightening them around you.

“I took these. Thought you might like them. Who’d of thought? You guys actually look really cute.” You hit his arm, as he dramatically yelps and rubs at the attacked area.

He held out the polaroid’s as Tom balanced on one elbow, shifting his weight to the left as he reached out and took the pictures.

“These are actually sick Haz, thanks bro!” He shifts back, sitting up with your back pressed flush to his stomach as he brought his arms round for you both to look at the small collection of photographs Harry had taken throughout the day.

You smile wide at the joy and love plastered on your faces, a tiny miniature you beaming up at your goofy boyfriend squinting in the sunlight. You feel Tom’s arms wrap around you tighter. breathing each other in, you feel him relax behind you, you trace patterns along his sun kissed skin with your fingers as the sun begins to paint the sky in gorgeous oranges and pinks.

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Author's Notes ♡: Hi there hey! Welcome back to another collab piece!! This round I try to have him in his pro hero line of work and being his usual soft and caring self. It’s a bit soft but also heated at the end sooo, I love making a softer Kiri so enjoy!! I hope I did this justice~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW again! (◎_◎;)

A use of pet names like twice, if you squint you’ll see a bit size kink and Soft Dom Kiri, fingering, Light cursing, pussy job, Kiri is a soft but huge lover

Word count : About 3.3k!

Paring(s) : Pro hero!Eijiro Kirishima x F!Reader

Summary : Kirishima was used to saving people, and having the joy that comes with it and completing his job, so what happens when he falls for the girl that is his main link to a case?

Enjoy ♡

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Kirishima knew taking this mission with Fatgum would be one of their more challenging ones : A drug ring filtered out throughout a high end hotel with an escort and stripping service. Supposedly they'd traffic with the girls, under trays of food or other masked ways. The menus were keys to what each drug was, and each service was a different type of delivery. They were so close , so very close to understanding what was happening but...they also hit a bump. Most of the investigation was focused on the owner of the hotel but they soon found out that they were barking up the wrong tree. The owner of the hotel wasn't who controlled the flux in the drug ring but a patreon, a wealthy real estate manager for a mob. Sighing, Kirishima rubbed his face, glancing at Fatgum who was writing like a madman at the desk in their jointed room “Hey Taishiro..” Kirishima called as the blonde let out a hum,still jotting notes “We have that other lead right? Uh..” He started as he flipped through his own notes, running over a name “Peaches, the cage dancer?” “Yeah what about her?” Fatgum said as he looked to his red haired subordinate “Why don't we see if we can find her? She should be working tonight right? The other dancer said she only comes in on certain days, and she seems tied to Mr.N'' He siad as Fatgum joined him at his side , reading over his notes “Yeah! If we're lucky we’ll find some more about our lovely friend here”

And with that they headed downstairs and to the giant double door, the sound of thumping music seeping through the crack “Well Red, let's head in yeah?” Taishiro said as Kirishima followed behind. He knew undercover work was difficult, and it didn't help that both had to disguise their identities to the best they could : Fatgum and him both using colored hair spray to hide their hair colors. Taishiro opted to stay in his smaller form more often and wore clothes that were more fancy while under the name “Yuri”. Kirishima on the other hand was his makeshift “Bodyguard” , opting for all black looks and tended to hide his mouth with a black mask, going by the simple nickname “J”. The purpose was for Fatgum to look like another high end boss with security , and that's how it was. As the two entered they were greeted with half dressed to bare women with only covers asking them what they needed or wanted , some handing them drinks and allowing them to wander. The lights were bright and strobing , almost too much to the sober person, so the intoxicated had to be worse. Heading to the back they passed through a curtain into the higher end of things. Men with people at their hips, smoking cigars and watching as more dancers did their usuals, money being handed over , thrown and placed on their person. “Alright how about we split up, il take this seat, see if you can find the cage dancers” Fatgum said as he sat to an approaching girl, the women threw herself to his lap as Kirishima sighed watching him start up as he saw a red light behind another side curtain. Catching his attention Kirishima walked forward, into a darker room with a string of red lights illuminating a cage-like stage. Before he could get far a man stopped him

“Excuse me sir do you have a reservation with Peaches?” Bingo. He found her “Uh no sorry i don't , i didn't know i needed one for her '' He said shyly as the man looked up to him before sighing “Well, then sir i can't help you” Sighing Kirishima looked at the stage again when he saw one of the most beautiful sights he could see. A woman, covered in a red and black piece popped into the stage “Whats the issue Moby?” The women said as her eyes widened to the tall male in her usual empty room “Ah nothing miss Peaches, this guy i guess thought he'd get a show” The security said as the girl still looked to him and smiled waving him in “He does now, put him on my list yeah?” She said as the security stuttered , letting the towering man past “Ah miss, is it okay if my friend comes along as well? He went to a different stage but he would be meeting back up with me” He admitted as th e woman strolled to him , pressing a hand to the cage “He can come too, tell Moby to put him on the list sweetheart” She said before walking away, yelling to the security “Put his friend on the too!”

Soon Fatgum came into the room with him, sitting beside him as more paterons surrounded the stage “the other dont know them, it seems our girl is the one were with now” He whispered as they all looked up to the stage , the setting being set for the act who was coming out. If the hush whispers were anything he knew the girl they were waiting for would be something great.

All of a sudden Kiri could feel his heart in his throat, the woman he had spoken to came out , still dress the same as she waved to the whistling people below, goting to her pole with a jump and started spinning effortlessly, the sight was absolutely stunning ; he'd never seen such a beautiful display before. No one told him that stripping was a form of art, no matter how people tried to look down on it, this was art to him. He now knew why she was so sought after, the grace she had as she moved closer to him through the cage made his heart unironically thump and all of a sudden the throb in his chest moved to between his legs , an embarrassment he wish he wouldn't admit outright until a shove on the arm from his senior “Its alright, i think she likes you” Fatgum whispered as Kirishima looked up, seeing in fact that her eyes were glued to him.

Moving to the front she leaned against it, eyes locked on him as she beckoned him closer, the desperate others trying to reach for her as she smirked , reaching to Kirishima “Why dont you cmre big boy” She said as they whooped and hollered , all smacking him in the back as he gave fatgum a wide eyed look, the hidden blonde, giving him a thumbs up. “U-uhm I-” Before he could say much she tapped the cage , pointing to Kirishima as the security took him around to the opening “You're a lucky guy ; its rare she does a lap dance with fresh faces” The guy said, confusing the hidden redhead “How's that?” He ask “Well whoever spends the most on her usually just gets a leg tap or such, a lapdance is the highest thing she'll do with a crowd” He said before giving him a chair and opening her door “Have fun, she might spoil ya” And withthst he was face to face with the beauty. Walking up to Kirishima she gave him a smile, her smaller hand running over his chest before she took the chair from him , sitting it in the red light. “What should i call you cutie” She whispered before he felt the knot in his stomach tighten again “ Uh..how about..Jay..” He whispered back as she pushed him lightly into the chair “Well then Jay, ill give you a nice show hm?” she giggled, before moving into his lap. Kiri felt himself freeze , she smelt very good, and was too close for comfort. She was warm, and the way she looked at him made him feel like a highschooler all over again “C-can i touch you sweetheart?” He whispered as she settled , her eyes wide as she buried her face in his neck “A real gentlemen, I knew it was a good idea to trust you.

Go right ahead cutie, be gentle with me” she answered as she started to rock, rolling her hips with the thumping of her music. Slowly he put his own hand on her waist, following her constant moving as the group below yelled, telling him to do more or for her to strip even more. He felt her get close to his face before their noses touched, the heat in his chest blooming more as she pulled away. Feeling brave he gripped her hips, pulling her closer and with a gasp her arms moved back to his chest , the two in their own world before realizing there were eyes on them both still. Slowly she crawled down his lap, eyes on his as she ran her hand back on his thighs , her face on his lap as they screamed for more before the curtain dropped, covering them and the guys outside of it begged for more. Sitting back on her legs and letting kirishima catch his breath he held a hand to her , helping her up “T-Thank you for the show Miss Peaches , I feel honored“ Kirishima said as she blinked, before feeling her body heat up “O-Oh uhm why thank you for thanking me, i don't get much appreciation, and most would want your place. I….felt drawn to you so” She admitted before giving him a look “OH and you can call me [ ], but try not to around patreons, they'd be upset they don't know yet and i just told some newbie” [ ] teased as he laughed , agreeing “Yeah definitely. I hope to see you uh, more often” He said before he could stop himself, giving her the same shocked look her face had “I guess you're who've been asking for me.

Here, I'll give you my number and you tell me whenever you need something” She said, holding her hand out for his phone. Fumbling he took his phone out, taking her number in his phone as they walked to her dressing room. Shyly [ ] looked up at the tall boy who insisted on walking her back to her room. Standing ther awkwardly he gave her a shy look back “Uh i know this is random but when is your next show? I love how beautiful you look and i'd...wished to be able to..i'm not sure what id want to do being there” Starting to ramble he laughed and rubbed his head before [ ] grabbed his hands “Hey that's fine, i'll come around more often if you're around i feel safe with my new shield” She teased.

And thats how it was for a few weeks, them seeing her every day she danced and her even coming to see them on her off hours. Kirishima explained why they were really there and it made her heart happy to see change. She decided to help them, giving more information to them, helping them along with their case as it started to close. Before long Kirishima and [ ] had gotten closer, the two of them growing to love the others attention , so much so Fat gum called them out for it “Yknow, when this goes down, you should get [ ] to follow us , she's quite smart , and she could do wonderfully as a partner. She would benefit better from a safe environment” Fatgum said one day while they were finishing their report “Ya think? I do care for her, and I can't stand her coming over and crying about the abuse…...but i dunno what if she doesnt like me like that…”

Kirishima whispered as he felt a hand smack him on the shoulder “Ask her. Can't hurt to ask right? And the way you both give eachother puppy eyes even when she's on stage i'm pretty sure she likes you the same way you like her.” He teased as the red head beside him sighed, hearing a knock at their door. Opening it he was face to face with the girl in question, [ ]. Her eyes glowed as she came in, greeting the two males in front of her. “Hey guys! How's everything going?” She said as she sat on the edge of one of the beds in the room , dressed more casually which made them both have a sense of joy “Ah well we should be arresting him tomorrow once he gets here, I know you work tomorrow night so ill have Kiri be with you, he’ll make sure everything runs smoothly , we’ll all go back to the headquarters and regroup okay?” Fatgum finished as [ ] shook her head, agreeing with the plans as she sighed “I'm nervous but it needs to be done... I , well all of us can't take this anymore...constantly being in fear all the time yknow?” she sighed as she laid back, a comfortable silence falling between them as they all laid around the room “Uhm [ ] can I ask you something?”

Kirishima said as she hummed, cracking an eye open to look at him. Knowing what was to come Fatgum gave him a thumbs up before claiming he had a call to go investigate downstairs, leaving the two of them together. “[ ] I cant stand you in pain...I dunno what i can do for you but...please, let me help you out , come with me , with us. I want you to be happy y'know and ive enjoyed every second we’ve had together..maybe im being selfish, or maybe its silly but...I” Trailing off he looked up to [ ] giving him soft puppy like eyes. Reaching out she placed her hand on his , rubbing her thumb on the back of his hand as she took in a breath to start her own comment back “Kiri...Ejirou, I care about you, so so very much, I wouldn't want to be a burden to you, but I'd love to go with you. Question is , is tit the both of you who want me around or a certain red head who cant take his eyes off of me” She teased as the color in his face flushed to his ears , stuttering as [ ] laughed “Its okay Kiri, Fatgum told me too, that we both care so much for eachother and should admit it, its why im here now actually” [ ] said as she meekly met his wide eyes, not fully thinking he understood her “W-wait say that again?” Kirishima croaked, meeting her gaze as she smiled , tracing his hand that sat beside her leg. Before he could stop himself he tackled her to the bed , pushing his lips against hers. With a gasp she kissed him back, wrapping her hands around his neck as they laid there, sealing their promise to eachother with a kiss. Soon, Kirishima pulled away, but not before tugging her bottom lip in his mouth. Gently he placed his hands beside her face, looking into her [ ] colored eyes, his heart fluttering once more as he kissed her forehead “Im sorry [ ] i just couldnt help it… Uhm am I moving too fast? I can definitely wait until youre ready” He spoke out as the girl under him sat up, gripping his cheeks “Kiri, honey ive waited for us to confess and now youve gotten me riled up, take good care of me yeah? Later on we can be more intimate but for now..I need you” She said, seeing he way the red heads eyes darkened at her comment “Then let me tak good care of you my love”

And with that he slide a large hand down between her thighs, rubbing at a wet patch forming against her panties as he pushed passed them, entering her with teo plump fingers “I gotta get you to relax, i wont fit if youre this tight” Whispering in her ear he picked up the pace, kissing right under her pulse as [ ] sucked in a breath, grabbing onto a strong arm “K-kiri I-” Shushing her , Kirishima leaned over to kiss her lips, speeding up his fingers as he felt her drip between them “Cum for me sweetheart, let me open you right up” He begged. Feeling her stomach tense at his choice words [ ] whimpered, her high hitting her as the sound of him pumping her though it echoed throughout the room. Pulling his hand out from her fluttering pussy and short he smirked, licking her orgasm from his fingers. Giving her a lopsided smile he spoke ‘Cant wait to eat you out..but thatll have to wait. I need to be in you” Sittin up from her Kirishima pulled his shirt off and with a toss threw it uncerimosily into a corner, as well as his pants and her clothes. [ ] couldnt help biting her lip as she saw the bulge under his boxers, a spot of precum at the tip as he palmed himself before pulling them off slowly, the red tip smacking his stomach

“ Like what you see?” He teased as he ran the tip between her sopping folds, a gasp as soft ‘Yes’ falling from her lips “Ill be gentle okay? If its too much tell me, alright?” he said as [ ] agreed , opening her legs more as he started to rub around her clit, catching it with his swollen head. In a trance he kep that up, bucking between her lips as it started to make them both sticky and hot. Soon she couldnt take it anymore, grabbing his hand as she pleaded with him “Please Kiri, put it in already, I can take it” Letting her words sink in he smiled before flipping her to her stomach, pressing his tip against her wet hole “Hold on to something then” was his last warning before pushing in, his tip sliding by with ease as the smaller girl under him moaned, arching her back to take more in his first push. Slowly he kep rocking his hips, pushing more and more in before finally bottoming out, a satisfied groan spilling from both parties lips. Leaning down to her neck Kirishima bit down gently before picking up his pace, holding her hips in place as [ ] whined , reaching back for a hand “W-wait please its too much” She whined as he slowed his hips only a bit , feeling her clench over his own thick member “Youre close again...is me pounding you from behind too much” He cooed, biting a new post on her neck as he sped up again, making the girl squeal “I-i dont wanna cum yet! I dont w-want it to end” She spilled out as she felt the knot in her stomach return, warming her lower body as he kept up his pace, sliding a hand to go between her legs as he searched for her nub, tracing it as he drilled in her from behind. Too quickly [ ] felt it snap, the little bit of control over her rapid orgasm faulting as she came overhim, grabbing the hand on her hip as she weakly rocked back “Thatta girl, keep going you got it...fuck im close too, where d-do you wnat me to cum” He asked as his own hips got sloppy but never slowing down, in fact they picked up more pace as he chased his own high “Im on the pill, please fill me up baby, Eijirou i need you to fill me up” [ ] pleaded. Hearing his name unexpectedly was his demise. He felt himself quiver as thick ropes of cum spilled from hsi tip inside of her spasming and warm walls, a low growl falling from his lips as he rocked the last of his oragsm out, small ‘Thank yous’ and ‘I love you’ falling from his lips. With care he wrapped his arms around her torso, holding her to his chest as he pulled them sideways “Well...i didnt expect the night to go like this” [ ] giggled as Kirishima kissed her shoulder before agreeing “I don mind it...but I meant it...i didnt just use you fro sex or anything..”He said again as she hummed, kissing the hand the laid on her chest “I know...i meant it too..” As the comfortable silence filled the room [ ] felt something hot stir her again. Looking down she could see Kirishima getting hard again> Before she could say anything he spoke “Whenever youre ready, I could go for another round sweetheart” Slightly pushing her hips back [ ] knew she was in for a long night

[buzzcutperfection]

Ranking

“You all know the drill. 50m freestyle. One on one. Brackets have been determined. Loser gets clipped. Overall winner gets to shave one guy bald. No whining. No teasing. Brock and Harry are up first,” Daniel hollered into the echoing natatorium.

Our start of season college swimming ritual at Belbrook university was brutal to most. Most of all the lack of choice in it. I remembered last year when one guy refused. The team pinned him in the locker room and took head hair, eyebrows, leg hair, arm hair, and armpit hair. Even through the ridicule, the tradition was held up. It was a glorious idea in concept: only our top swimmer would be left beautiful. Or so they said. Antonio losing his shoulder length black hair had been a change so good he couldn’t deny it and maintained it himself.

Personally, my heartbeat quickened at the thought of being mowed down like last year. The stares. The comments. The pain of growing it out. The pain of hiding my love for it. They all contributed to the fast tempo of the drum in my chest.

I hadn’t been able to maintain my shearing like Antonio because of the spectacle I had put up beforehand. I had been so nervous and made a fool of myself. This year I would straighten that out. Act like I had reconsidered my stance and kind of liked it now.

Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t intending on losing on purpose. I wasn’t the best swimmer on the team, so I was going to lose at some point. I would win what I could, and enjoy the shearings I earned.

I felt someone slap my butt and push me toward the pool as they chanted “Harry!” in comically deep voices. I felt the elastic strap of my goggles pull at my skin and hair as I slapped them over my face and stepped to the edge of the pool. To my left Brock filled his swim cap with water and pulled it over his feathered blonde locks he had been growing out. I shook my head at the idea of growing your hair out as a swimmer. Like asking to lose.

“On your mark!” My body hunched over in reflex and gripped the edge of the pool.

“Go!” I launched off. The cold came quickly as I hit the water. My muscles worked desperately as I powered along. As the wall came up I prepared myself and folded my body over in time. My feet planted themselves solidly to the tile and I pushed off. In the edge of my vision I saw Brock just ahead of me. I couldn’t let that happen. I wasn’t losing my first race. The first race. My arms ached and my lungs burned as I rationed my breaths and pushed myself to the other end. And done. My hand slammed into the tile and I pushed myself out of the water. I cleared my face of water and hair and looked to my right to see Brock just surfacing. A clear victory.

The boys whooped loudly as they helped us out of the pool. Several pulled at Brock's hair after they snatched his swim cap, but Daniel scolded them. Daniel was the eldest member of the team. Maybe not literally, but he was the most mature and leader-like senior. Instinctually I knew his strawberry blonde hair was staying on his head today.

Brock looked solemnly to the foldout chair where the clippers were hooked up, probably a safety hazard but we didn’t care. Brock quivered gently in the chair due to the coldwater and his nerves. I gave him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder, but she kept on quaking. Until Daniel stepped up.

Daniel dropped a towel onto Brock’s head and dried his hair before placing it in the loser’s lap. Brock quickly began to wipe down the rest of his body as Daniel cleared his throat and the boys began to shush one another.

“As a senior I would like to kick off our season with a speech,” Daniel projected into the indoor pool. We all expected something grand on some level, but at the same time no one would stand that. And Daniel proved me right. “I would love… for all of you… to… swim, go bald, and get crazy!”

I took this as my cue and pulled Brock into an upright position and dragged the bare clippers over his scalp from forehead to crown. The natatorium magnified the triumphant yells as the groups split and more splashes rang out. Most went to watch the races, but some stayed crowded around me as I shore Brock. The clippers vibrated powerfully as they crunched through his hair and deposited it to the ground. I carried out the cut with a strong left hand that moved his head in preparation for the right one that cut. I tried not to enjoy the cut too much when my fingers brushed the fresh stubble. It was so soft, but I assured myself I would have some of my own to feel later. I couldn’t give myself away now. Not like Brock.

As his blonde locks fell onto his bare chest, I couldn’t help but notice the excitement from his midsection. Our speedo uniforms didn’t leave much to the imagination.

With the bulk cut, I ran the humming device all over his scalp again to ensure a thorough shearing. Brock stood up with shame. His face looked strange with a white scalp above it and no curtains to line it. To make sure there were no hard feelings, we hugged on it. Many ooo-ed sarcastically knowing they’d have to do it too. As I walked away, Borck was served his final shame: a broom to clean up the mess. More cheering resounded as another boy was shoved into the chair and the process began again.

I watched the races patiently as Daniel filled the races. When boys climbed out of the pool, there was a rush to get a chair and clippers. I waited until my name was called again… along with Max’s. Max had an undying rivalry with Daniel as a fellow senior like most boys. Unlike most boys, Daniel reciprocated the feelings. They were both prodigies who had been victors and victims of the tradition. Both had lost their freshman year, then Daniel had won their sophomore year and shaved Max. Last year Daniel had lost and been shaven by Max. THe tension peaked this year to see which one would come out on top.

I was good, but not as good as Max and he knew it. He had a mighty body with pale, muscular skin and thick blonde hair that reached his upper back. He mocked me with a smile and lack of a swim cap as we took positions. The call to go off sounded and my body quickly performed the race for me. I lost. I knew it was going to happen, but I was still sad I’d only dished out one haircut.

“Come on. Don’t drag your feet or cry,” Max laughed. I yelped in surprise and pain as he grabbed my wet hair and pulled me along behind him. He quickly found a chair and clippers. He started my haircut at once. I shivered as he brutally skinned the top of my head with fast, erratic strokes. He pulled at my head aggressively as he took my hair down. I watched my hair fall onto the tile. I tried to fight back, but everytime I moved or expressed pain, he slapped my head.

As quickly as it started, it ended. Max switched off the clippers and wandered away. I reached up to feel the results. Instead of smooth grain, I felt disgusting patches of hair. I felt like crying. I had been cheated out of the one thing that this day was supposed to give me: a hot haircut. Someone handed me a broom and I began to solemnly erase traces of the massacre. In my peripheral vision I saw Daniel approach me. I tried to shrink away to keep him from noticing me, but he grabbed my hand. I tried to pull away, but he simply kept his grip. Finally, I looked up and saw his kind brown eyes staring back at me.

“Come on. Let’s get you fixed up.”

He led me to an empty chair as the one I was in had been taken. As I sat down, he took a seat behind me, nearly shoving me off, and pulled me close. A passing guy handed off a pair of buzzing clippers and they immediately were put to work on my head. I winced and wriggled as the warm appliance made contact with my scalp. Daniel remained steadfast with a firm arm that restrained my movement.

“No squirming,” he said softly, “I don’t wanna cut you.”

His velvety voice calmed me. The way my ears perked up to it as he whispered into my ear was something else. Then there was his soft skin, no doubt shaped by his excessive time spent in chlorinated water. I quaked with pleasure as his supple fingers ran over my skin and steered my head. I gave into his broad chest as he expertly used the clippers to remove the uneven hair. My composure melted even more when he held down one of my ears to get a spot. I was aroused by his slow long strokes and I hissed when he wiped away spots, the motion against the grain causing my cock to twitch.

I had to resist pulling at his arm when he finally finished and got up to attend a race. He sensed my longing without action and turned to assure me.

“They’ll be more,” he said with a light laugh, “Trust me on that.”

Then, he leaned down and kissed me on the head. My cheeks glowed like hot coals as he walked away. At that moment I was so happy I thought I would explode.

I returned to my spot on the bleachers, but I couldn’t focus on anything except Daniel. While it was fresh in my mind, I replayed the memory of my shearing and wished it had been a full one. I stared blankly at the water as I daydreamed and race after race went by until the final one was here.

The natatorium roared with energy as the rivals lined up like we had all been anticipating. A loud call silenced us at once.

“Ready…” They both came to their respective lanes for us all to see.

“On your mark…” They bent over and their muscular bodies stretched into position out of habit.

“Go!”

At once the cheering resumed as they splashed into the water. My voice roared for Daniel as they blitzed through the water. I held my breath as they began to come back toward us still even. To everyone’s shock, Daniel pulled ever so slightly ahead. It was insignificant in any other race, but here? It was enough. Daniel won to my delight. The crowd chanted loudly for Max’s shearing. Daniel only held up a hand and the room fell silent.

“I’m not up to the task of shearing him. I believe that right belongs to those he butchered and disrespected.”

Voices from around the room roared in agreement with my own. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad afterall.

“While you all do that,” Daniel continued, “I’ll be claiming my prize. Harry? Where are you?”

My heart stopped. He couldn’t mean me, right? He wouldn’t waste his privilege on me who lost in the second round. Couldn’t be.

I was proven wrong as the crowd parted and Daniel took my hand as he passed me, dragging me toward the showers. Guys cheered and awed as I was dragged away in a state of shock. The echoing shouts were finally muffled when we entered the locker room. In front of a mirror, a chair was sat out facing it with clippers, shaving cream, and a razor resting on the sink. Before he could sit me down, I pulled Daniel to a stop and asked him simply and breathlessly “Why?”

“I’m not allowed to tell you, but this should answer your question.”

Then he kissed me. Passionately. Wonderfully. Our bodies rubbed against one another causing more spasms from my crotch. As we pulled apart, I was horrified to find that a trickle of white fluid was flowing down my leg. Daniel gave me a quick smile before getting on the floor and using his tongue until it hit my speedo. I nearly fell over as he came up, but he caught me.

“Let’s get started. Swimsuit off. In the chair.”

I took my speedo off and put it in his open hand. He looked inside and sniffed it.

“Woo! You are gonna be fun.”

I took my seat and he began to fiddle with the clippers.

“To become an excellent swimmer you must make sacrifices. Usually that choice is given to the athlete if they want to make that choice. Not for you.”

Finally the clippers fired on and he took my leg onto his chest as he seated himself on the edge of the sink. And then he buzzed.

I groaned and moaned while Daniel manipulated my body to get the clippers to take my hair. As he did so, he kissed my skin and shushed my moans. He took my legs out quickly followed by my chest and crotch. I’ve never had to hold myself back to such an extent as when he erased my bush. I melted more as he took my budding beard and arm hair. When the clippers finally turned off I was ordered to shower. The water felt strange on my stubble covered body.

When I came back, Daniel toweled my dry, but left me damp. Then came the shaving cream. My endurance was beginning to give out, making things worse. A white pool had now collected in my chair as I continued to drip. He repeated the process even slower as he worked to make my skin smooth. Everything was fine until he came to my scalp.

After an hour of playing with my body, Daniel finally got up and let me sit. Then the razor came as it scratched over my head, erasing the last of the stubble. It held it for as long as I could, but as he ran his hand over my smooth scalp I burst. I cried out as I let out streams onto the floor. To my surprise Daniel took his penis out and jerked himself the rest of the way, then squirted onto my scalp. I moaned even louder as I felt the hot liquid hit my head. As our orgasms faded Daniel led me back to the showers and we showered together as his hands traced my hairless body.

“So much better,” he whispered into my ear as he pulled me close, “You’ll cut right through the water.”

I grunted in agreement. He was my senior. He had to be right.

Later as I itched uncomfortably in my clothes and admired my pale scalp in the mirror, I got a text from Daniel.

“Send me pics when you shave in the morning.”

‘If I don’t,” I replied.

“I’ll take the pics myself and you’ll get extra laps during warm ups.”

It only dawned on me then. Daniel was now my coach. He was going to make me the best swimmer I could be no matter how I got there. Strangely I wasn’t scared, but aroused. Daniel couldn’t be a bad coach. Right?

[notmrskennedy]

Friendliness

A/N - ha so i just wrote this - no editing we die like men. here’s the alternate ending to my other post Likeability (this one is the more predictable one y’all will probably like whoops) if you’ve read the other one, just skip to the end it’s all the same in the middle 

Summary - The Team meets a very unfriendly scientist which Spencer’s taken a fancy to

W/C - 2.9k (whoops)

Warnings - Mild Anatomy/bones/etc discussion, a pinch and change of swearing

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Luke is holding his stomach in his hands. He could usually pride himself on keeping his cool, keeping his head—and stomach—together during a case. He’d seen enough dead bodies that this shouldn’t have thrown him like he’d just sailed twelve foot waves in a dingy. 

But he is, after all, standing over a mass grave. Watching a too giddy scientist dig up the bodies. 

You’ve captured everyone’s attention, for various reasons. Rossi is vaguely amused by your joyous shouting of bones and your rat moustached assistant. Luke can’t tear his eyes away from the car wreck—are you supposed to swing bones around like baseball bats? Reid seems more interested in your bad jokes and coveralls than he is in solving the case. 

The rat assistant—Stewart Walsh—squeezes between Luke and Reid, scuttling like some kind of diseased turtle. “Doctor Y/L/N!”

You barely stop pouring over the mud covered pelvis in your hands to even acknowledge him. 

“I just thought you should know that Dr. Evanston just got here.”

You look up, toss the bone to him, and snort. “Tell him the soil samples are four miles due east from here.”

“What’s wrong with Evanston?” Luke asks to no one in particular it seems, waving Stewart off to run for a group of approaching nerds in coveralls. 

Ignoring the question or maybe Luke, you just turn back to your search. Elbow deep in mud, being nice must not have been on the to-do list. Reid leans over, hands in his pockets, and whispers, “Evanston stole one of her research papers. I thought he was going to get his teeth kicked in—“

“Skull!” you holler. Luke isn’t stupid enough to miss the glare reserved for the sheepish Dr. Reid.

He clears his throat. “Thoughts so far, doctor?”

“I’m thinking beetles,” is all you say before turning back to your skull. Luke might not know many scientists, but he doesn’t think that most of them look at human skulls like its the Mona Lisa. Like this fat piece of bone held the answers to the universe inside its empty eye sockets. 

“Beetles?” Luke coughs. Rossi just shakes his head. Pretends this isn’t a conversation he’s having. Reid is still studying you like Luke might study infiltration schematics. Stewart runs up, out of breath, very rose coloured. 

You’re eyes are sparkling as you wade over to them with a new radius bone in your hands. Everyone bends like they know what they’re looking at and you point along the edge of the bone. “It’s a subtle difference but these bones have been cleaned before being buried. My guess is carrion beetles. They’re very hard workers. And—“ you switch to pointing at the radial head— “minute scoring and kerf marks. These look pretty old, so I’m assuming we’re getting close to the bottom.”

“So our unsub dismembered his victims,” Rossi begins, “then cleaned the pieces?”

You nod and hand off the bone to a very blushing Stewart. “I won’t know for sure until I’ve had a chance to examine all the bones. There’s nothing definitive yet. What a hobbyist though, right?”

You chuckle to yourself and dive back into fishing out more finger and wrist bones. Luke turns, runs his hands over his face, and hikes a thumb over his shoulder. “Where did we find her?”

Rossi shrugs, “FBI easter egg hunt.” Luke blinks, while Rossi chuckles at his gullibility. “Come on, the doctor’s the best in the field. Good kid, I can tell.” 

“Y/N’s great,” Spencer absently adds on, too busy staring at you. You’re explaining different types of dismemberment to Stewart like you’re discussing the rain. Luke grips onto his stomach just a little tighter. 

“Y/N, huh?” Luke teases, momentarily forgetting the unsettling feeling in his gut about you. “You two, uh, friends or something?”

It’s Reid’s turn to stumble. “Yeah, but it’s—we’re just—we’re just—.” 

Rossi shakes his head, slaps Reid on the shoulder. “Oh yeah, just friends. So, tell me. Do you talk about dismemberment before or after you make out?”

#

JJ wants to beg Emily not to make her go down into the basement. You’re down there. She knows it’s childish to be this avoidant—you are just a person after all. A creepy, psychopathic weirdo that makes JJ’s gut churn. She gets why Spencer’s taken to you—shared love of science and random trivia. She does. But that doesn’t mean JJ enjoys the cold ass morgue, smiling along as you ramble. Most of everyone’s limited contact with you has involved random facts and Stewart’s too intimate knowledge of fracture patterns. 

There had been ten minutes of reassurance from Emily that you were, in fact, not a horrible person. Ended with JJ making the cold and dark trek down to the morgue. She couldn’t imagine working down here all day long. No one to talk to, no one to strategise with, no where to go. Maybe it suited you. No one would have to listen. 

“—don’t know what to do!” echoes across the bottom of the stairwell, the morgue’s doors cracked open. The distress breaks JJ’s heart. Your voice stops her dead in her tracks.  

“They don’t hate you,” Spencer’s voice comes after. Gentler, softer. “They—they just don’t know you yet.”

“They don’t want to, Spence!” and JJ winces with the words. It always hurt more when the truth came out in that tone. “I get it! You know? I work with human remains and don’t bring my people skills with me when I’m on the job, but—that shouldn’t matter!” 

JJ winces again, tries to ignore how those are nothing short of teary sniffles echoing through her ears. She leans back against the wall and has no idea what to do. Spencer had obviously been down here for hours. Knew you well enough to get the teary truth. What could she do now? Interrupt? 

She’d walked into hostage situations less freakin’ stressful than this. 

“You’re right,” Spencer soothes, steadfast and strong, “it doesn’t matter. This isn’t—“

“It’s not your fault,” you sigh. JJ doesn’t want to hear the strangled touch to your voice. Doesn’t want to hear the break. “They’re your friends and I’m just your—“ 

 “Doctor!” Stewart calls and JJ could scream. You’re his what? 

At least, it’s as good as any moment to intrude. 

“What, Stewart?” you snapped, already broken away from Spencer with wet cheeks and stained glasses. You wipe them off haphazardly with the tail end of Spencer’s sweater sleeve—JJ couldn’t help but smile, even if it’s a little strangled. 

Stewart jumps like a wet cat and tosses a bundle of files into your hands. “Beetles.”

One word snatches the tears from your face. Snatches you away from Spencer’s side for one of the dozen skeletons on the tables. There was no reason to think that she’ll get her report from you now. With a rib bone in one hand and contemplation in your features—JJ can’t decide how unnerved she is—you’re a little too concentrated. 

Stewart scuttles around you. A little too attentive. A little too cherry tinted. Yep. No reports to be had from either of you. JJ turned to Spencer instead, hoping that maybe he’d be helpful. Plastered up like a billboard, JJ knows that saccharine smile isn’t going to get her anywhere. 

“Spence?”

He hums, halfheartedly tearing his eyes away. “Yeah?”

“I need the latest report for Emily, but I don’t think—“

“I’ll—just a second, JJ.” Spencer grins, sugary sweet, and slips away. JJ doesn’t miss how he places a hand on your shoulder as he passes. How you barely even notice that quite intimate contact. She also doesn’t miss how Stewart’s face sours at the action, how his eyes narrow enough that Spencer feasibly should’ve noticed. 

Reports in hand a minute later, JJ leans over to Spencer. Elbows him in the arm. “Stewart seems pretty jealous. Any reason for that?”

Spencer shrugs. “Wouldn’t know a thing about it.”

#

Rossi doesn’t have an opinion. Everyone keeps asking—oh Rossi, you’re the wisest of us all, what should we do about poor little Y/N? He doesn’t know, doesn’t care. You are just some scientist who is doing a thousand percent better job than any other forensics ‘expert’ he’s had the pleasure of working with. 

Your lab doesn’t smell. You don’t smell. Is there anything more to ask for? 

But he does get the brute of having to make the trek down to the morgue—god, his knees alone—and receives most of the reports from the not as horrible as everyone thinks Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. Who is joyfully humming while squinting over one of the skeleton’s hands. 

“Hey, doc,” he calls and you look up at him with an adorable sort of grin. “Got anything new?”

“Sure,” you chirp. Hesitate to wave him over. “If you want the details, that is.”

Rossi shakes his head, pulls up a stool to sit next to you and your subject. “I like to have as much knowledge as I can. You never know what will lead you to your un-sub.”

You settle your elbows on the table, straighten a stray finger bone. The team shouldn’t be worried about you being a psychopath. You’re dedicated, careful, attentive. Rossi hopes that if he ever gets turned into human remains, you’re the one looking over him. There’s been more care put into one skeleton than into his three combined marriages. 

“You’re in luck,” you answer, “I’ve got a lot to tell you about our attacker. You’ve got time, right?”

Rossi nods, smiles. “Plenty.”

#

Penelope still hasn’t met you and that kind of pisses her off. You haven’t made it upstairs once? She flies into some dingy Wyoming hovel of a police station for like a week and no one’s thought to bring you upstairs? Rude. 

She’s sitting in JJ’s desk chair, waiting for her and Luke to get back from interviewing a potential lead—some ex-felon who fit your makeshift profile. Reid’s scouring over some boring geographical profile, trying not to get annoyed as she nervously—angrily—rants about the case to him. She knows he’s tuning her out, but her work’s been put on the back burner until someone comes up with something to give her. 

There’s only so much a computer can find and she’s no profiler. 

It’s about five minutes after Reid snapped and left to get a coffee refill, when she picks up a call from the desk. “Hello?”

Creaking metal and shuddering breathing comes first. “Set the scalpel down” comes second.  She swallows, silent, and panicking. What the heck is she supposed to do? Paying attention to those hostage negotiation seminars that she definitely didn’t go to would’ve come in handy right about now. 

Said scalpel clatters onto some metal table, followed by a strong, “You really don’t want to do this. Please put the gun down.”

Oh god, this is happening. 

“You just—“ a male voice snips, bellowing out, “YOU DON’T LOOK AT ME.”

“I do look at you, Stewart,” you plead just as JJ and Luke clamour through the bullpen’s door. Penelope puts the call on speaker, mutes it, and screams for them. 

“I don’t know what to do,” Penelope sobs professionally, “someone’s got a gun.”

JJ runs for Emily’s office while Reid returns heedlessly. Luke puts a soft hand on Penelope’s cold one and squeezes. Newbie or not, it’s appreciated as the man’s voice returns. “I’ve tried for so long to get you to—to just—just look at me! I’ve done so much!”

“I know, Stewart,” you ease and Reid tenses. Nearly drops his coffee. “It’s not your fault. You’ve worked so hard.”

“Yeah,” Stewart sobs; Penelope can only imagine how crazy this kid must be. 

“Did you leave all those bodies for me, Stewart?” you question and everyone holds their breath. Luke squeezes harder on her hand. Reid’s twitching like a rabbit’s nose, a death grip on his mug, frozen as a Michigan pond. 

Stewart sniffles. Probably nods. Penelope doesn’t know whether to run or sit or cry. She decides it’s probably cry, but instead her fingers start moving to record the call, trace the office origin. 

“It was a great puzzle, Stewart, it was really genius. It was a fun case to follow, you know that.” You swallow hard, metal tinkles through the speaker. Please, Penelope begs, don’t let them kill each other. I haven’t met the doctor yet!

“Why did you kill these girls, Stewart?” your voice is so gentle and lulling Penelope almost forgets that she’s listening to you try to save your own life. 

 “I wanted you to look,” he says, sniffles. “I wanted you. I want you, Y/N. I want you to love me.”

It’s either her computer beeping or someone falling through a table or a gunshot. She doesn’t know. She’s crying too hard to care. 

#

Tara doesn’t know when she started to run—probably just after JJ, Luke, and Reid barrelled passed her by the bathroom shouting about the situation—but she’s almost to the morgue doors, right on Reid’s heels. Lord almighty, she feels so stupid. She’d had enough little one on one chats with Stewart to know he was some sort of psycho in disguise. To know that something was wrong with that kid. No one could last more than three minutes with your grad student assistant without wanting to take an eyeball out—his or theirs it didn’t matter. She’d let herself believe you when you told her that all forensic anthropologists seem like that. That there was nothing to worry about. 

Nothing to worry about her ass. 

Luke’s the first to storm the morgue, expecting what Tara is: you, dead, on the floor with Stewart on the brink of killing himself. But they stop and they stare and Reid beams on with the absurd look on your face. 

You’re shaking with rage, pointing a gun at a very unconscious, crumpled, bleeding Stewart Walsh. Your teeth are bared in what Tara would consider out of a comic book—ludicrous and of someone who’s completely lost their mind. JJ makes the mistake of asking if you’re alright.

“Alright?” you chirp, feral and ravenous. JJ and Luke shrink back as you shout, “I lived in Honduras for three years! This isn’t even the worst thing that’s happened to me. It’s my third fucking kidnapping!”

“T-third?” Luke croaks. 

“Third!” you shout again and recklessly set your gun on the table. Spencer grins, which sets you off further. “I’ve been nice. I’ve been accommodating. But this is my fourth psychotic grad student! I fucking swear—!”

Stewart groans—thank god he’s alive—and Spencer, thankfully, rushes forward to catch you before you can take anything else out on the kid. Tara’s heard rumours about mysterious other instances of your being under arrest. Illegal transportation of goods was one thing, police brutality was another. The scalpel sticking out of his knee is bad enough. 

She helps Luke haul Stewart to his feet, reeking of desperation and a much needed psych eval. JJ follows close behind, closes the morgue doors behind them. But not before they hear your muffled sobs and Spencer’s smiling. 

“You got him, Y/N.”

“No, Spence,” you correct, and Tara can’t help but be proud, “I kicked the snot out of him.”

#

Emily is barely awake when she sees it. JJ’s soft breathing next to her is lulling by itself, let alone if you add in Rossi’s rhythmic snoring and Luke’s idle whispers of sleep talk. Emily could do with some sleep and maybe a few days off. They could all use a few days off, especially after coming to terms with the fact a grad student had killed 12 women just to get a little action. 

From a scientist who freely admitted to enjoying the company of bones over real people. 

Alive people. 

No wonder Stewart had done what he’d done. 

Emily turns in her spot, lays back against the wall of the airplane and the seat. After nearly five decades—she’s never thinking about that again—of plane rides, she can comfortably say she can sleep anywhere. With any amount of noise, or cold, or pain. 

But her eyes are accidentally open when she peaks around the seat cushion. Spies the Wild Dr. Reid in his natural habitat, reading some ridiculously long book and…carding his fingers through your hair? He’s got a lock curled up around his finger, gently twisting it as he reads. You’re sleeping—knocked the fuck out—in his lap, gripping loosely onto his leg. 

You deserve the sleep, Emily decides with a smile. You’d worked the hardest on the case, up for nearly four days with as little rest as you can manage. How Stewart managed to stay awake enough to attack you is beyond Emily. She’s missed out on a few hours just today and she’s losing the battle with her eyelids. 

No one ever asked her opinion of you. Probably didn’t have to. You were not the easiest to like, but you’d captured her respect and a bit of her heart when you’d said at the beginning of the case: “I’m an excavator by trade—I’m at archeological digs most of the time—so it’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that these ladies are murder victims. I don’t think I’ll sleep until I’ve got names for them. And maybe the murderer on my table.”

Emily understood the unease, the apprehension. Why everyone was relieved when you’d turned down the plane ride she’d offered you. How they all bit back groans when Emily had insisted. But they’ll have to get used to it, Emily thinks and she settles again. Because they’ll see you again. No doubt about it. The way you’re wrapped up around Spencer, how you hold tighter when the jet bounces a touch, says just that much anyway.