#(we both have a lotta a's and n's. and he also has the w from my last name that i struggle to find in any other matches XD )

[slashingdisneypasta]

You know that thing you mighta done when you were little where you write your full name ontop of your crushes full name and count how many coinciding letters you have and that somehow corresponded with how compatible you were??...

I mighta done... that thing... with F/O's... XD

And I recommend it! Because it's fun XD

[giveafike]

Hi can you write Elliot euphoria and YN have a camping indoors sleepover that leads to more than just friends. Extra smutty please 🤭

TLDR: Elliot and Y/N planned a "camping trip" during college vacation and well, one thing led to another and...

Word count + info: 2.1k THIS ONE IS LONGGGG! Dialogue (it’s mostly sex talk and them being silly goofy guys). Female college!readerxElliot (no specifications).

Warnings + Content Ahead: NSFW this is 18+ MDNI, 420 mentioned, biting, oral sex, no protection (smh), lotta making out and mouth stuff, thigh riding 🤭 I think that’s it!

Azzie Notes ✚: Chat we are so back! sorry I took so long bro, IRL has been soo fkin messy atm but I just needed to write and get back on here. Why is my inbox ovulating so hard tho 😭  guys lets be demure too (kidding I need dom more than ever before now that Dominic has gone MIA)I hope u enjoy it's been a while! I also mentioned Euphoria like,.. the actual word and geeked out a bit go try n find it and geek out w me

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When It Rains, It Pours - D.F.

“Oh, dude you’ve got to be fuckin' kidding me” He huffs.

There you both were, like two idiots holding hamper baskets with blankets, snacks, rolling papers, and small pillows, staring out the glass door into the backyard as rain poured down heavy, the sound of wind whistling as the drops hit the windowed door hard.

You and Elliot had spent many summers “camping” in his backyard since High School and since college had separated your time together, what better way to reunite than kicking off summer in your hometown by camping? Only this year, you both promised to save up and go somewhere this time, but alas, it was just you, Elliot, his empty house and, the torrential rain outside. You both stood in matching tartan shorts and your graduation grey t-shirts from high school like a bunch of losers.

You sigh as you set down your hamper. “So much for that camping trip, huh?” you smirk, biting a smile down.

He sets his hamper basket down too and rummages through it to find his rolling paper and his little bag of weed. “Can’t believe our fuckin’ luck man” He murmurs angrily as he fumbles his papers up.

You sigh and reach over, grabbing his now crumpled paper, and, plop yourself down on the beanbag by the door before rolling his blunt for him. He sighs and sits on the floor between your legs, placing his chin on your knee before looking up at your face, and tucking some hair behind your ear.

“I missed this- I mean I missed you, ya know? Seeing your Instagram Stories and FaceTiming isn’t the same, you even look different. I really wanted to have something to remind you of me, like old times sake sort of thing, whatever that shit means” he mumbles, before pressing his cheek onto your knee, avoiding eye contact.

Your eyes widen at his confession and you stop in your tracks, your fingers moving away from the paper to his face, bringing his eyes back to look at you. Elliot had a lot messed up but one thing was for sure; he always had your back and was always there whenever you needed him.

You both were messed up together, he was your first kiss accidentally, you accidentally smoked weed together, and you both accidentally spent the night in a jail cell after trying to joyride an old car, only to end up crashing that same car within the span of a few minutes since neither of you could drive. Something about those accidents made your heart flutter and kept you around Elliot closer rather than push you away, even though your parents didn’t exactly take it well. Now, after spending almost 8 months away, you were worried Elliot felt like he was slipping away.

“Elli, you’ll always have me, you know that right? Like, you’ve fucked me up so bad that we have a trauma bond, you can’t expect me to slip away, dude. A-And remember one time it rained like this and we made an indoor fort? How ‘bout we do that then, yeah? We have all the stuff for it, the weed and all.” You smile, hoping to get a small laugh out of him as you hold his head, his eyes boring into yours while your fingers coil around his blonde-tipped hair.

He sighs and closes his eyes softly, before nodding, grunting as he gets up. He looks down at you before you lift your head to meet his gaze. Elliot lowers himself to plant kisses on your forehead with an overwhelming tenderness that sends shivers down your spine. It turns almost possessive as he trails it down to your cheek and peppers it with long kisses. Your breath hitches and you feel like melting under his touch. You had never felt a simple kiss to be so sensual but here you were, shivering with your breath hitching. He brings his mouth to your ear, his breath slow and almost ragged.

“If you left me, Y/N, I don’t know what I’d do...” His breath is ragged against your skin as he nips at your earlobe before abruptly standing upright again. He digs into his pockets as he walks over and attends to unpacking the hampers, acting nonchalant despite the raw passion still coursing through him. Elliot has kissed and touched you before, albeit while high, but something felt so different, so desperate at this moment.

You try to shrug it off as you roll a few more blunts before crawling inside the now-built fort Elliot had made. He sits on his knees as he puts up some string lights and fluffs up some pillows before resting on his elbows and leaning back. You sit in front of him, holding a blunt between your lips. He can’t help but smile as he brings his old lighter up to you, setting it alight and bringing his face close. The first hit in your lungs feels like home as you exhale with a giggle, blowing the smoke directly into his face. His eyes narrow playfully as he leans in, not breaking eye contact. Instead of simply taking the blunt, his lips brush against yours—soft, lingering—before catching the blunt between them. The kiss is brief but electric, the blunt slipping from your mouth to his as his lips hover close, teasing. For a moment, his face stays just inches from yours, the warmth of his breath mingling with the haze of smoke.

It’s like you’re in his pocket and he’s in yours, both of you wrapped around each others’ fingers. Your back is almost pressed to his, your face tilted up to look at his while his hands wrap around your waist, under your shirt and the waistband of your shorts feeling your smooth skin. It must’ve been 20 minutes when you decide to put the blunt to the side on a small tray and reach up to his face, this time parting his mouth for a kiss. It’s lazy and relaxed as you shift your body to straddle his thigh, your tongue slipping in. Elliot moans into the kiss, holding your hip with one hand and gripping your hair tight with the other.

You grind and gyrate on his thigh, your hands pulling at his curls; you knew he went crazy for hair tugs. His lips trail your neck, his tongue and teeth trailing and gnawing as he laps the length from your collarbone to your earlobe. You let out a whimper as you continue to buck against his thigh, desperate for more. You pull away, pressing your forehead to his.

“Elli, please… don’t hold back” you murmur, pleading as you heave.

He doesn’t answer, instead, he nods and takes his hand under your t-shirt to lift it up and over your head in one swift motion before connecting his lips back to yours. You gasp as you feel the cold air hit your naked torso, the sensation fresh with the sound of you making out with rain noises in the background and the smell of marijuana burning away. It all feels so right, so real.

His head dips between the valley of your breasts, suckling while holding eye contact, lazily moving his mouth over your breast, gliding the tip of his tongue in painful slow circles before taking your nipple between your teeth. His eyes look into yours with pure innocence and attentiveness, as you moan and hold his head there, roaming his curls as you continue to rock back and forth on his thigh, desperately trying for some friction for your now soaking core. You roll his t-shirt up and take it off his torso, throwing it to the side.

Elliot holds you and places you down on the pillow and the mess of bedsheets covering the wooden floor. He leans down, planting soft kisses from the nape of your neck to the edge of your waistband. He perks up to look at you with those sweet eyes you can never get enough of.

“You’re stunning, you know that, Y/N? You always have been.” He whispers shyly before tugging at your waistband looking for approval.

You nod and lift your hips up as he pulls your shorts and underwear off in one swift motion, discarding them outside of the fort. Elliot almost groans at the sight of you completely naked, his eyes filled with desire and admiration. He grabs the blunt placed on the tray and takes a long drag. Smoke billows from his lips and drifts towards your glistening center, making you shiver with anticipation. You moan at the sensation, feeling a wave of heat rush through your body. His head dips down while he kisses your inner thighs, licking softly. He kisses your core, right on your bud making you gasp. Elliot gently spreads your lips, taking one long lick up, circling over your bud. Something about how easy and purposeful he was being had made this all the more arousing, loud moans and encouragement rolling out from your lips begging him to keep going.

Elliot eats you out as if it's his sole duty, his purpose in life, and takes his sweet time to savour you, to thrust his tongue in and out of you, to drink you up until it brings your next orgasm, and then do it all over again. His hand thumbs your breast, the other holding your hips down as you continuously buck up for each wave of pleasure he gives you that ripples through your body. Elliot reaches down to free his member as he carries you through yet another orgasm, this time jerking himself off in slow, lazy strokes, dedicating himself to you first.

As you come down from your orgasm, you feel like you’re seeing stars, everything is flowing perfectly and harmoniously for the first time in a long time. You prop yourself up on your elbows as you watch him gently guide himself to your wet core. Elliot rubs his head up and down before thrusting in, watching your face for any sign of discomfort or displeasure. You grab his shoulder with one hand and bite your lip, nodding to ask him to keep going. He pushes in further, bottoming out inside of you entirely. Your tight hole twitches around his member, adjusting to his size as he slowly moves out, before pounding back in.

It doesn’t take much for Elliot to lose control and find himself relentlessly thrusting into you, roughly gripping a hand to your breast as he moves at a furious pace. You let out provocative giggles and purrs, further fueling his intense desire as he thrusts in and out of you. The fort feels humid, the sound of rain and skin slapping filling the room. Your body craves this, needing more and more as every thrust sends a wave of pleasure through your entire body. Elliot's red eyes are locked on yours, his face contorted with pure passion, your name spilling out like a prayer. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to go even deeper. His breath hitches as he pounds into you, his hips bucking wildly. The smell of sweat and sex fills the air as he continues to pound, his name echoing from your lips with every thrust.

As you near the edge, you can feel yourself tightening around him, squeezing each time he slams into you. Elliot grabs your hips, holding you tightly as he thrusts faster and harder, his eyes locked on yours. His face is a mix of passion and desperation, knowing you are about to shatter beneath him. And then it happens. You both reach your peaks, sending a jolt of euphoria through the both of you before collapsing, rocking together in one final attempt to ride out your highs. Your nails dig roughly into his shoulder as Elliot bites down on yours, your arms holding him as he lies on top of you before he pulls out and falls to your side. You both breathe out with your mouths dry and skin slick with sweat as you stare up at the bedsheet lined fort ceiling covered in string lights.

Elliot sits up to lazily grab the blunt from the tray, accidentally brushing past one of the fort supports. He pauses for a moment, before exhaling and lying back, taking a drag before handing it to you, smiling.

“You know, for a second there I thought I fuckin’ ruined the momen-” He’s cut off by the fort caving in, entangling you both in sheets. You can’t even be mad at him, he just accidentally crashed his own fort after making your legs shake. God knows how the rest of the night goes, but at least it’s spent with good, old Elli.

[green-alien-turdz]

started autistically vibrating the second i read your answer lmfao. i was thinking cartman or tweek myself tbh, those bitches are both just PRIMED for it imo. i tend to lean towards a lot of abduction experiences being some kind of extreme reaction to other earthly trauma, but that really doesnt seem to fit every account so idk what the fuck is going on. god though dude *puts on homemade MUFON lanyard* i am SO SO SO CURIOUS to hear about your/your fam's weird experiences if you ever wanna share, i saw some questionable shit when i briefly lived out in Ohio myself. gone back and forth on the legitimacy of it all over the years, one of those things that's like, the more you research the less you Know.

Okay bro, I gotchu. I NEVER get to talk about this shit so imma fuckin go wild

Ight, so legit everybody in my mfin family got some shit to say- I tried to pry my brother's experiences outta him, but he is dogshit about answerin questions. Just know that he got some stories from when he would go campin n shit (even though he has funny ass stories from when he was outta his mind fucked up, there's still a lotta sober experiences he's got too)

1st, my dad: his stories are kinda vague too bcuz we don't talk, but from what he has told me in the past, he has 2 moments in his life he was certain was alien activity. Both of these take place in Texas (but when he was still livin in Ohio, he did say he'd seen some weird shit). The first is when he was movin to Oregon, n he was drivin late at night through Texas. Not a soul on the mfin road n he's in buttfuck nowhere. He said that there was this huge fuckin flash of light from above n his truck completely shut off. Like, the mf was still rollin at the same speed, but nothin it was like the car itself just kinda switched off (no engine, no lights, no music, nothin). He's tryin to start it up over n over, not really sure what the hell was goin on- so he's tryna pop the clutch seein as he was still movin. But this shit would NOT turn the fuck over. Until after he was gonna give up, slowly brake n just pull off to the side, but before he even attempted, the truck starts up again n continues on like nothin even happened.

His second experience I don't remember as well, so sorry about that. If I fuckin recall my dad n his band were just finishin up a show n were just chillin behind the bar smokin. One mf points out that there's this weird fuckin plane over some buildings on the horizon. Like, it just wasn't movin right? He said it seemed to be movin in a really slow zig zag pattern (but it wasn't like a drone, this this was way too big n it was the mid-90s). They kinda brush it off bcuz it's late as hell n they're all pretty shitfaced. But he said that it lasted in that area for about 10 more minutes, just movin back n forth until he looked away for a minute n it was just gone.

He's also told me about how on his late night drives in dead places, he's seen a shit load of random light infront of him shootin into the ground, n this is especially fuckin freaky to me bcuz I got a very similar thing that happened not that long ago. It's explained in my individual experience.

My mom n grandma: My gma might have some more, I feel like she had told me somethin. This one is backed by both my mom n my gma (although my uncle was here too, he just doesn't associate w/ the family so maybe he'd have some input). My gma used to drive from across the whole U.S. ALL the fuckin time when my mom was growin up, like they always had these roadtrips bcuz my gpa was an abusive pos n they'd escape back to my greatgrandparents place. So they're in the more of the desert states (like New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, I just can't remember which). My mom is probably about 10 or so. It's full on daylight, unlike every other story I got, this is the only one where it is broad fuckin daylight out. There's nothin but desert for miles, it's just a long beige stretch. So when my mom saw somethin just hoverin in the sky, it stuck out like a sore thumb. My mom calls it out, which causes everyone in the car to just watch it. My gma doesn't stop drivin, but she slowed down quite a bit, n she says that thing just fuckin sat there. Like, no movement whatsoever. It didn't look all that much like a plane, but they couldn't make out defined details. All they knew is that there is this plane adjacent aircraft just hoverin in the middle of the desert. They'd never seen anythin like it, despite all of them bein raised on military bases n seein a lot of kinds of military aircrafts (which is why this was ruled out). They kept drivin off but my mom said she just watched it through the window as it became smaller n smaller until it got too far away to see- but that shit never moved. It just remained hoverin in that same place.

Ight, Imma get into my experiences now, I got two with people n one that's on my own (that one is long as SHIT).

The first one is with me n my sisters (home in Oregon): This is around 2015-2016. It's the middle of the night in late April. We were chillin bcuz it was one of my sisters bdays n we were just talkin n watchin the stars. Now we live right next to an airport, so there are a shit ton of planes that go over, even late at night- but you can always tell those bcuz of the red lights n they're usually not that high up yet. We were just talkin tryin to find constellations bcuz it was a clear ass night. At some point we see these two lights. They're contained in these circular shadows WELL into the sky, but we could still make out a vessel that the light were on. 4 light on each circle. They're goin up n down the night sky back n forth completely parallel, so it seems like they're together. At first we were losin our shit, not able to explain what we were watchin. After some rational thought, we were like 'mfer we see satellites in the sky all the time, that's probably what these are' bcuz they were fuckin zoomin through the sky. We even see satellites pass over, but we kinda notice that they move n look a LOT different than the lights we were watchin. But every satellite's different yknow? That is until these mfs, the completely parallel movin in tandem lights all of a sudden both separate n go fuckin zoomin away from one another in the opposite direction. No longer up n down, but left n right. And then they're just fuckin GONE. Like, they sped off n never returned to the place they'd been for like 20 or so minutes. (Now I am willin to admit, that very well could be satellites, but it's still weird as fuck).

Here's one with me n my dad: This is around 2019. We were out in Utah, middle of the desert. This time it's probably closer to like 10-11pm. We were kinda just doin our own thing, sittin, thinkin about shit. When outta the fuckin blue, we notice this weird ass aircraft. Like, it low flying, large enough to be a fuckin cargo plane (doesn't look like one though), n movin super slow with a BRIGHT fuckin light slowly phasin in n out, illuminatin the craft. We're both losin our shit watchin this bcuz neither of us know what the fuck we're lookin at. Now this this was low enough that, if it were a plane, we would've heard it. But it was movin at the same speed which planes always appear to be when they're thousands of feet into the sky. But this was maybe 200 or less feet up. It was a really thick, aircraft that was slightly triangular in shape, but still pretty bulky. We couldn't see any engine or shit like that. We are legit fuckin shoutin like mad men, chasin this thing. At some point we try to call over the rest of the family, but we're slowly losin our visual on this thing. Everyone else is tryna look in the sky as my dad n I make a mad dash tryna keep an eye on it as it went behind some structure. But the second we got to a place where it should've been seen on the other side, based on its flight path, this thing was fuckin gone. Like, nowhere in the sky. It was like it was never there. To this day not sure what the fuck we were watchin bcuz we followed it for a good while, just for it to vanish.

Okay, now onto my final encounter (warning, this is a LONG mf bcuz it just happened in January, so it's fresh on my mind): I had decided to drive out to Sauvi island at like 1 am because I really wanted to go out and watch the water. But it was like the foggiest night in existence. It was during that period in January where every night was covered in this thick, heavy fog. I wasn't gonna let that stop me though. Even if I could barely see the road and almost crashed like 5 different times, I was determined. The drive itself was kinda ominous, but shit didn't start gettin weird until I actually reached Sauvi's. The second I reach the island, something just feels off instantly. I mean, no one's on the road of course, it's late, it's foggy. But I mean, it was DEAD. There was an alarming amount of roadkill everywhere (like fresh roadkill), and the entire island reeked of fuckin death, skunk, and mold. So I keep fuckin driving and just get the sense that someone was following me, like on my ass tailing me, but there wasn't any other cars or nothing. But I had the window down and swear I could hear some shit close to me. I'm driving and manage to miss my turn off to the beach. Here's where shit genuinely starts getting weird. Lights. Unexplainable lights ALL over. Now if this was a more populated area, I would assume some of this was street lamps, but the island doesn't really have that many (they have them in front of some buildings, but the roads are lightless). I kept seein "headlights" coming around turns that didn't exist. And when I should've been passing them, there was nothing there and the lights were gone. Okay, weird, but maybe it was my headlights reflection on the fog. Then I see fuckin taillights. I get confused because it looks like a car going up a hill, and I brushed it off before realizing that it was a wide open, flat road, and there was no hill or car in sight. I watched the lights turn into nothing and they were gone. At this point, I'm freaked out, but I'm still finding my way back to the beach. I manage to loop back around to the entrance of Sauvi's so I can take the right turn this time. When I tell you that the smell is worse and I even notice more roadkill. I would've seen any other cars on the road, but there was fuckin no one. And I know damn well that I wasn't the one who hit them. But I brush that off because I'm every white person in a horror movie. Not too long after, I saw the final unexplainable light I'd see that night. There was this small-ish, but abnormally bright light just kinda bobbing up and down infront of this post. I assumed it was some weird reflective thing, but as I approached it, it went up and then shot into the ground- the light completely disappearin into the ground. After I saw this, the feelin of bein chased was at a 100%, like I was stressin. I finally took the right turn, and there's this one fuckin shadow in the fog that I'm TELLING you looked like this tall fucking figure walking about. I legit stopped dead in my tracks to watch it, but this feeling of dread came over me, and I sped off. I finally make it to the beach, but I think I stayed for maybe 5 minutes or less? There was an extremely menacing feeling. Like it was THICK. I couldn't see the water it was so fogged out. I mean, it was beautiful. But it truly felt like I was being watched. There was little to no sound until I heard coyotes fucking EVERYWHERE. Like an insane amount. I head back to the car and they seem to shut up. I absolutely dipped the fuck outta there.

Now it is important to note with Sauvi's that there is maybe a supernatural element into that. Seein as Sauvi's, like most of Oregon n the U.S. was home to Native Americans (Chinook Indians specifically) n as we know, mfs just weren't allowed catch a break (to put things lightly). So there is more than likely some unrest in the energies n life of the island.

But yeah, there's a small collection of experiences in my family. I'd LOVE to hear your shit from Ohio. That place has some strange shit goin on there, like genuinely. Everytime I went to vist my dad's mom, that place just feels like somethins goin on there

[sugar-omi]

HI IM AN INSANE BAXSTAN AND SWIFTIE AND UR RYT MR PERFECTLY FINE HAS IMMENSE BAXMC POTENTIAL

while i think its not Unlikely for mc to forgive baxter within the span of the dlc, i DO think theyre not given enough options to feel complicated abt it. u pretty much have to decide how to feel from the start, and arent given a lot of room to change ur mind. For example, my mc Anne is a very forgiving person, especially with bax bc she understands his need to be entertaining & liked. HOWEVER she starts the dlc off thinking "ok if hes gonna be distant i can do that" but then when he jokes with xavier shes like "well im CONFUSED now and i need answers" and shes irritated, but also still likes him. after the bowling she hugs him and is still like confused, but again likes him still. by the time shes baking with him, shes both confused and endeared with him but is kinda harsh with him, even when hes apologizing at the wedding.

All this to say; its not UNREALISTIC mc would forgive in that timespan, its just the lack of complexity mc is or is not afforded that makes it feel too fast. additionally, while u do get to be mad, theres no real moderation for it, and no way to be like "this is a start, but it will take time to trust him fully again". so yeah, it feels rushed and personally i think it was rushed to be released due to whatever reasons (either not caring abt baxter or wanting to work on olnf, who knows)

anyway, i would go on about baxters dlc and its shortcomings for hours if given a chance so for now ill just call it here <3 signed, 🌸Anon

YES YES I AGREE

i do think there was a lotta effort n good stuff but into baxter, and i also havent replayed it since they updated some stuff so maybe its a bit better since release

but i do agree i think the emotional range is very limited its either "idc anymore", "im mad", "i look back fondly", "im pretty sad abt it", n all that stuff n its just pretty straight forward in whatever you choose

i think step 4 is a bit short? maybe?

BUT I ALSO THINK ITS PRETTY FLESHED OUT, now i haven't acted professional w baxter, i tried but i just didnt have time to go through w the route. but there are options!!! its just one and done i think so its kinda like, you cant express How conflicted you are

bc realistically id be so sad but i also hold a grudge so id be like "yeah you say you love me n all that n i GET IT but also im scared"

BUT I ALSO THINK ITS BC WE ARE PLAYING IT WITH SEVERAL HOURS??? like MC has 5 years to get through the emotions, but the time between him saying "see you never!!!" and "omg hi, i miss u but u dont need me but i miss u?!?!!?!" is like less than 5 minutes so.....

LITERALLY I WAS PLAYING IT THE FIRST TIME N I WAS LIKE "you bastard, fuck you. i hate you. stfu. YOURE SO CUTE. you ASSHOLE. i am going to KISS YOU. i want to slap you so fucking bad right now"

like pls i was freaking out during my first playthru

i think baxter's dlc was more focused on the "i am hurt" and "i have XYZ reasons for being like this" and it goes through all that and its less "lets work through your complex feelings/this is how you reacted when we met again bc you felt/feel very conflicted and now we will work thru it"

BAXTER DLC IS LITERALLY "I CAN FIX HIM" OMFG

but honestly i like the baxter dlc better than the derek dlc bc i HATED how "i can do everything by myself!!!!" derek was in step 2 and how sibling focused it was, i man i still loved it of course but i wish derek n mc had more 1 on 1 time

and then in step 4 it was like "i missed out on everything, i feel shitty n im sorry!" and mc just.... idk maybe i need to play it again but i was still mad derek ghosted for a whole step n then it was still very family focused, and while i loved that as well

i just wanted more derek by himself, i wanted to pamper him n love him n just yk

idk, all the dlc's are so good but i do think the forgiveness is very quick which makes sense bc they're making ol2 but man, i would love if it was just double the length or half that to just flesh it out some bc i wanted some sweet moments w the boys as well :(((

ANYWAY YES I DO AGREE ITS NOT UNREALISTIC

just unrealistic for ppl like me who take 2-3 years to get over wtf happened and another 2 to actually settle in my decision to forgive 😂😂 but even then, if i had 5 years to get over it i could prbly forgive him after a lot of crying and a bit of screaming LMAO

[riris-dock]

💕 for ur pokemon s/i :3 she’s so silly…

You're enabling me so bad this is gonna be miles long

Is the protag of gen7/Ultra Moon but different backstory prior to the games!

Instead of being from Kanto like og gen7 protag, she's originally from Alola, but moved away when she was like 6 cause of her dads job. Note that she never rlly had a close relationship w her dad cause its important later 👍 No negative thoughts, he was just very busy w his job and all. First moves to Kanto, lives there for two years, then moves to Hammerlocke in Galar when she's 8 and lives here till she moves back to Alola w her mom at 11.

While in Galar, her mom befriends Raihan's mom, so the two become friends despite a four year age gap(I hc Raihan as 25 by SwSh games so 👍). They hang out somewhat often, Lilith doesn't really have social media until she's like 10 but they stay in contact when she moves back to Alola.

Cue entirety of Ultra Moon that I am not recapping, becomes Alola's first champion, deals with some Ultra Beasts, fucks around and finds out in Ultra Space for fun. Reverse adopts Guzma as her dad because 1) Man that ran away from home is funny 2) just went through some traumatizing shit together 3) Not very close with her actual dad, has no father figure 4) funny dynamic

As a champion she remains pretty lowkey ig? Continues to pick up every odd job she can find, very close with the people in person but remains stone-faced and professional in any official stuff(battles, interviews, etc..). She wants to promote Alola as not just a vacation spot, but also a place that's a serious menace when it comes to battling, despite the league being so new, so she's very active in battling, visiting other regions for exhibition matches and what not.

But! The gremlin is real. Though she's got a lotta work cause league is so new and shes basically the chairwoman,,, she also investigates Ultra Space on the side because she thinks it's fun and a chance to relax!! She may be professional or kind on the outside but by god will she fistfight a UB if she has to.

Here's the spice tho,,, is invited to Galar along w Alola's elite four for some exhibition matches and a small vacation to meet old friends, about when she's 19 so two years before "current" time yk.

First time she sees her friends in Galar since she lived there so she spends a lot of time w them ofc, gets introduced to people within thr Galar league like different gym leaders and, ofc, Piers, who she has a few mutual friends with. Heeheehe they mainly become friends cause Raihan and Leon r like "You're both my pals so you're pals now" n all is almost good

Finally,,, the crushing part(Sorry not sorry this is so long I have soo many thoughts). So Champ originally only sees Piers as a close friend cause they get along well and have shared interests, while Piers starts like,, a small interest at first and then as they get to know each other more has a realisation one day that he's got a big fat fkn crush 😳

Champ only realises like. Almost a year later that she might have a thing for him when she watches one of his concerts for the first time

Ougoiuoho I havent thought out how they start dating yet okay but I'm thinking like. Slowly start doing more n more stuff like holding hands and then one day "so what are we?" "Dating?" Dbjwbehxisn but I also think it would be super cute if Piers was all flustered confessing n shit,,, choices choices. Anyways 1 year later, Champ 21, Piers 23, they r power couple that terrify interviewers 👍

If u read this far I salute you, soldier 🫡

[outpost51]

Pls tell me about the angels in your arsonists chronicles 👀

HI YES HI CAST ANGEL TIME I’m way too excited about this LMFAO

Anyway so! Angels! TL;DR of this post, Life Made angels from the clouds.

Why is this important?

W i n g s. The first batch of angels were seraphim, which have pure white or cream feathers and were pulled from cirrus clouds! Oh yeah, I went there. Why wouldn’t I go full weather nerd in this paranormal romance series c’mon!! Anyway, then came Thronim, Made at golden hour which stained the edges and in some cases all their underfeathers a bright, shimmering gold. Last came cherubim, who were Made just before sunset, when the edges of their feathers got stained with shades of dusty pink to rose gold. Listen I like my aesthetics, suspend your disbelief

The second batch came from stormclouds: dominatum have white feathers with brown and/or grey speckles; virtia have brown and/or grey feathers with a small-medium amount of white spots; and potestia have light to medium grey feathers with a blue or cinnamon sheen.

But what if different subtypes have a baby together?

Time for my favorite thing EVER: ✨ paranormal punnet squares ✨

Wing color dictates the subtype of angel, which will later determine abilities and career potential. Subtype is not guaranteed by parental mix, unless both parents are of the same subtype, and have that same subtype at least two generations back. A new subtype will not spontaneously appear in a family line, i.e. if two G3 seraphs have a child, who has two children with a G3 virti, the possibility for those children would be a seraph or a virti, but nothing else.

The Fae are really the only ones that said "oh we can have purple? we'll have a whole lotta that please!!” Minus the please because they’re major fuckin dickheads and the reason there are three gods instead of two.

And yes angels are only given a specific choice of careers according to their subtype, they are. Strict as fuck. It’s weird for how like gentle and soothing Life is that her brainchildren are so. Like That. ANYWAY.

Let’s talk social structure.

The hierarchy itself is like a two-tier cake, so you have everything in the high orders as more or less the same rank, and then everything in the lower order as more or less the same rank. High orders serve Sanctuary and low orders serve the rest.

The high orders are:

Sanctori make the laws. There are so fucking many of them and like 80% can be summed up as “mom said don’t fuck with the humans.”

Imperatori are the judges, there are no juries in Sanctuary. The “Supreme Court” of Sanctuary, aka where you go when you REALLY fuck up, is the Hall of Justice, presided over by the Seven. Current imperatori primus (basically maintains order and serves as the the tiebreaker vote) is Altael, and he is a Delight.

Iustitia are the jailers, they bring other angels to imperatori courts. They’re less cops and more like special agent bounty hunters. With swords. Big swords.

Custodia are caretakers of the holy holding tank, which is where MOST souls end up as long as they haven’t been bastards in life. It’s really hard to fuck up that bad AND YET sometimes people decide to commit genocide for breakfast.

Curatori are empaths and heart-healers. Imagine a therapist on steroids.

Aedifexi are the architects and builders, responsible for housing Sanctuary, maintaining the holy holding tank, etc.

And then we have the lower orders:

Ultori are those who cast out other angels. They do the imperatori’s dirty work.

Praesti are also known as justice keepers. They work with vigilisi (who are stuck at the borders and can’t go beyond) and go after Abominations that escape — to use a mass effect term, they’re basically Spectres.

Vigilisi, or veil watchers, patrol the border for Abominations.

Artifexi are the makers, tinkerers, painters, and other craftsmen.

Focari are those responsible for cooking, baking, etc. They keep Sanctuary fed!

Ultori are the exception to the lower orders serving the rest of the realm; they’re the executioners and thus seen as Unclean. And like the ultori, the curatori aren’t really “supposed” to be a high order and definitely aren’t treated as such, but they needed the authority in order to get where they needed to go. Aedifexi get their rank because they’re literally the backbone of society, there would be no bridges or buildings or indoor plumbing without the aedifexi. We can’t take the birdbaths away from the angels!!

So what happens to the angels who fuck up?

✨ they fall ✨

Naturally, because angels like everyone to fit in neat little boxes, fallen also have Special Titles:

Parvia are those cast out over minor offenses, technicalities, etc; their wings are left intact and they’re simply walked to the border. Bye, have a nice life, we also packed all your shit into this tiny magic box. Don’t open it indoors.

Mediocri are those cast out over nonviolent offenses, victimless crimes; their wings are broken but left attached, then they’re dragged to border and Fithum, Zegan, Stazor & Smith are contacted to come pick up their new case.

Indigni are those cast out over violent offenses; proportional to their crimes (according to the code set forth by the sanctori), their wings are shredded and they’re dragged to border and left for dead. FZS&S have a regular patrol that drives up and down the Veil in case they need to grab one before someone else does.

Nefasi really, really fucked up. Either someone died or a soul was destroyed; their wings are just torn off, and they’re taken to the platform outside the Hall of Justice, and they’re booted off the edge. Good luck! Only three angels have ever become nefasi, and only one has survived the subsequent boot to the back, but Phada is a story for another day. Ask me about vampires sometime >:)

[ayatoscupid]

💫💫💫 please please! (i'd love a fun fact about ayato, i actually don't know a whole lot about him yet!)

AGH!!!! my beloved, my #1 !! i will 100% talk abt him and give u all the deets (maybe not all of them . but ill give u deets)

ill put it under cut bc this is LONG!! and will be a lotta observation and speculation bc we dont get a lot of ayato other than from festival events 🥹 hoyoverse whyd u give us such an interesting man n not have him show up more!!!! now ppl think hes boring!!!!! >:( its ok lol more for me

but Anyway!! one of the most notable things youll learn about ayato is his views on loyalty: he is ALL about loyalty. not just for others’ loyalty towards him, but his loyalty towards others as well. this man has nothing but pure dedication towards the clan n the commission, willing to do Anything for the benefit of his clan and those he deems worthy of his loyalty. u see this when u find out he had a hand in helping kazuha escape, and that he smuggled the watatsumi army into tenshukaku for his sister

he is also a Very observant and cunning man- his plans in irodori fes were to unveil to kazuha and ayaka the truth about the raiden gokaden (he knew what happened when scara was in the warehouse to scour thru kaedehara belongings), and from this current event [SPOILER ALERT!!!] he knew about the yokai who set up akitsu yuugei and held the test of courage to help them get people to play it (which is so sweet!! honestly!!). its like he has eyes all over inazuma- which, with the shuumatsuban, he probably does

which is why i Constantly think about how terrifying it would be if he was your enemy

he may be all polite and sweet to save face- he is a man high up in the hierarchy, after all- but official works have told us time and time again that he is NOT afraid to use underhanded techniques to get his way, or to do what he feels is right, and there is a Lot more to him than he shows. it’s honestly great that he seems to be a “good guy” morally and that we’re friends with him- if he were an enemy i think we’d have a very different view on him

(ngl? controversial opinion. he has the same voice actors as otto from honkai for a reason- there r similarities here ok. HGKRBFKRJFJ i hate otto tho 😔)

a man who, after losing his parents, rose to bring his clan up from the absolute brink of collapse and made it not only in a stable position- but in the tri-commission is 100% not to be messed with. he is smart, tactful and cunning, and he always has something up his sleeve to turn the tables in his favour.

‘"What exactly is he up to?" is usually what people are thinking after all is said and done.

However, now that everyone has a piece of that pie, perhaps what is on Kamisato Ayato's mind isn't so important.’

this Always rings in my head whenever i think deeper into ayatos character. it was what first intrigued me to him honestly- i fell in love with him after seeing his burst (ik.. not immune to pretty man.. lol) but i already thought he was interesting from his official introduction. n god he rly is!!!! and i wanna see more of it!!!! both in irodori and this festival i was always 🤯 whenever i find out the true motive behind ayato’s plans. he’s so SMART and SNEAKY!!!!

ik its easy to think of ayato as a handsome, loyal, cheeky but sweet family man bc that’s how he’s written as ingame- the writers r usually in favour with most charas’ good sides than more nuanced writing (they changed this up heavily w/ scara, which i Really appreciate) so it’s no surprise that ayato was written like this as well (that and the heavy npc focus in his sq- i liked it but i get why others didnt LOL)

but! lets not forget how constantly we’re reminded of how crafty and mischievous he can be :squint: and lets not forget how lucky we are to be on his good side LMAO

oh god ok this was SUUUUPER long. i think im done. i just love him. if he showed up more this wld be even longer. maybe i shld thank hyv he doesnt show up that often cries

[psychogirlfriendandsupervillain]

Leading Question

One shot (ish)

Benny Watts x Reader*

(* Reader wears a skirt, has hair long enough to pull (like anything longer than a buzzcut) and a vagina, so anyone who identifies with that: it’s free real estate. I am considering writing a copy that is fully gender-neutral, so if anyone wants that let me know (although I’m likely to do it anyway).)

Content/warning tags: NSFW, 18+, Smut (but it’s the slowest pacing smut, talking slow-burn but they’re both already in the bed, no joke), fluff?, friends to lovers, mention of alcohol, swearing, oral (male receiving), making out, heavy petting, really a whole lotta kissing, porn with no plot?, the porn is the plot, foreplay more like half the fucking play, hair pulling kink, mention of knife kink, sex, plotted during a figurative and literal fever, edited during a figurative and literal heat wave, we love it here.

Summary: Benny half-confesses to his attraction to the reader during a night at the bar and reader takes his clumsily put question and turns it into a homerun.

Word Count: 7k (this is what happens when you give me THAT and then take it away)

A/N: Entirely self-indulgent piece of smut thought out during two hours at 4 AM (and then throughout the rest of the day) the day after watching Fork, because I was frustrated and Benny is hot, whoopsie.

@go-catch-a-chickn showed some interest in what I was writing, but I bet you regret that now! Nonetheless, here’s your tag, have fun!

I’m open to criticism, just shoot me a message or an ask. Let me know if I’ve got errors or missed a warning.

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You and Benny were friends since high school. Not because you also played chess, but because you had been making out with your boyfriend in the back of the library and Benny had come looking for a chess book that was on the shelf you were leaning on. You two paused, moved to the side so that he could pull out the book and then he was on his way.

A few days later Benny was in the cafeteria and came up a few cents short, when a voice next to him told the woman at the register that they would pay for his meal as well as their own. He looked over at you as the cashier added your things to the total and you smiled.

“Now you have money over for other things.”

It continued like that for the rest of both of your high school stays. You would catch him in the corridor and strike up conversations before heading off for you next class. When your relationship with your boyfriend ended (mutually, it should be said; he was interested in another girl, you felt the spark wasn’t there anymore), you told Benny after he asked why you looked a little glum. He was supportive but didn’t bring it up again.

Now the two of you are sat at a bar counter, a bottle in front of each of you, as the day is winding down. You meet up like this between his tournaments and whatever else is going on your lives, touchdowns in the well-known amidst it all. The buzz of patrons has calmed down and outside the curtained windows the street is black, broken up by spots of the streetlights.

“Do you-“ Benny stops. He’s half turned towards you, left hand around his beer on the counter, legs facing you, but his eyes are currently at the bottles lined up against the back wall where the bartender is pouring a drink for someone down the line.

You put down your bottle after a sip, resting your hand on it just like he is. Benny starts again.

“What do you do when your dick tells you to sleep with your friend, but your brain tells you it’s not a good idea?” He’s still not looking at you. It’s almost a hypothetical, almost a thought about someone else.

You shrug, taking a last sip before turning forward.

“I don’t know, I follow what my pussy says.” With that you get up and put money on the counter to close your tab, seeing Benny jump in the corner of your eye at your answer. You’re pulling on your coat as you start for the door, slow enough that he’ll catch up no problem.

“Wait.” He’s at your side in no time. “I’ll walk you to your place.” Even in the slight shade of his hat you can see that he’s a bit flustered.

“You sure?” Benny nods. “Otherwise I could walk you to yours. It’s farther.” You push up the inner set of doors and Benny follows you into the dark airlock entryway.

“Why would you want to walk where it’s farther?” He asks behind you,  a frown audible in his voice, and you hold up your hand to signal for him to wait as you push up the second set of doors.

The air rushes against you and the hum of a road somewhere off campus reaches your ears. There’s no one on the walk path running between fields of grass and lines of trees. It’s still too early for the streets to be filled with people getting home from the bars, too late for any overtime workers dragging their feet.

“Honestly?” You turn to Benny, who’s standing with his coat still unbuttoned and arms hanging at his sides, like he isn’t sure what to do with them. “Because I’m hoping to get invited up, and if I’m going to get fucked, I want to be in your bed, surrounded by the scent of you.”

It takes a second. Then he’s a little bit closer. Not that he was far away before, but he’s close enough that when he leans a little forward you don’t have to take a step to close the gap. Your lips run against his, soft and slow, with the slight scratch of his mustache against your skin, warm cotton and leather so close now, and then you step back, absentmindedly swiping your tongue over your own lips to chase his taste. His eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips.

“Your place or mine?” Benny’s voice is a little rough; maybe it’s the drinking, maybe it’s the kiss.

“Again, yours.” You quirk your lip and reach to catch Benny’s hand, warm in yours. Pulling him into motion you start walking in the direction of his apartment, shoes echoing against the asphalt.  

“I’m not sure I will make it that far.” He sounds a bit tortured, and you laugh, squeezing his hand.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you make it. And if you don’t, I’ll help you clean up and wait for you.”

Benny makes a noise.

“Tell me about Open Sicilian.” You look forward at the empty road as you walk.

“What?” He looks at you.

“To distract you, explain Open Sicilian to me.” He has explained that particular tactic to you several times before, not that it necessarily stuck too well.

“That’s not going to help!” Benny throws head back with a frustrated laugh. The sound makes your stomach flutter. “You’re going to make me tell you about chess, and then ask questions, to keep me distracted? Like you showing sincere interest in it isn’t going to just make it harder to focus.” He shakes his head, looking out over the empty street. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You would have gotten there quicker if Benny hadn’t stopped at every tree, stone wall, and doorway to push you against it and kiss you. He even sat down on a bench when you were halfway and pulled you down into his lap. You let yourself be pulled down but wouldn’t go along with his attempts to make you straddle him, despite his hand on your inner thigh through your skirt and his insistent, chasing kisses.

As you reach the building you let go off Benny’s hand so he can punch in the code for the door. He leads you up the hollow stairwell to his door, noisily unlocks it and lets you in before him.

It’s a short hallway with doors leading off to the kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom, lit by some cool light falling in from the open doorway to the kitchen. There are hooks for jackets with a pile of shoes beneath it to one side, and a table holding a phone and newspapers further in.

The lock clicks behind you and Benny turns around, dropping his keys back down in his coat pocket. Just as he faces you, you push him back against the door. Shock flashes in his eyes and his lips part but when you place your against his he quickly responds, pushing back against you, his tongue running against your bottom lip, inviting you to taste it. It’s with difficulty that you pull back.

“Okay, I lied.” You admit as you get onto your knees, looking back up at him. “Can I?”

Benny’s breaths are unsteady, and you have to ask him to repeat it before you can clearly hear him consent.

You hum, pushing aside his leather coat to hold his hips back against the door, pulling his belt out from its loops so you can undo the buckle. Benny closes his eyes and groans as you let the belt with his knife still attached fall back against his legs and undo his button and zipper.

“Don’t be too loud, you don’t want the neighbors to hear you, do you? Even solid wood doors are thinner than walls.” You wink up at him and he repeats the sound, head leaning back against the door and hips pushing forward. If you didn’t believe Benny before, you definitely would now, as you feel how hard he is through the barriers of fabric. He’s solid and warm against your hands.

Pushing his jeans down, you move his boxers carefully until you can pull them down as well. Precum is leaking down the underside of his erect cock and his hips push forward again, impatiently this time. You circle your hand around him, the other resting against his hip so that maybe he’ll stay in place, not having the patience to start stroking before you take him in your mouth.

The sound Benny makes when your lips close around his cock is far too loud and not loud enough. His breathing audibly speeds up, encouraging you to run your tongue along the underside each time you pull back. Sucking down his cock, you match your movements with those of your hand, creating just the perfect rhythm that has his hips pushing against your other hand. You look up at him, meeting his eyes as you circle his tip with your tongue and he pinches his eyes closed, turning his head back up and cutting off the whine escaping his throat. You swallow around him, and the whine comes back, ending in a high pitch. You do it again. His hand pushes lightly against your shoulder, and you pull off him, sitting back and licking your lips as he meets your eyes.

“I don’t want to finish before we’ve even started.” His words are low, his hand falling back against the side of his coat. You shift your legs on the floor.

“Shame, I want you to.” You smile and bite your lip. “I told you I’d help clean you up and wait after. I’m in no rush.” Benny’s hips jerk forward again.

“Fuck” His eyes flutter shut.

“Can I?” You wait for the sound of his yes before you lick a line from the base to the head, reveling in how little he is holding back this time. Pushing his hips back a little rougher against the door to keep him in his place you earn a moan of your name which has your stomach fluttering and head spinning. One of his hands rest on your shoulder again but isn’t pushing away this time. He lets you decide the speed, albeit with the occasional jerk of his hips as he hisses and braces against the door.

“Fuck, I’-” You feel Benny tensing and look up to see him looking down on you, breathing heavily and clenching his jaw. “Fuck” He slams his head back against the door, hips pushing him further in, and you can feel the vibrations emitting from his chest all the way in the back of your throat as he releases into your mouth. You swallow it down, catching the whimper Benny makes at the feeling it gives his cock.

When you get to your feet, Benny head is hanging so the brim of his hat casts his face in shadow and he’s leaning so heavily against the door you’re not sure he’ll be standing much longer. His breathing is loud in the quiet apartment, and you can’t help the pride growing in the back of your mind. Still breathing heavily, Benny finally lifts his head enough to look at you. You meet his eyes and swipe your tongue over your lips.

His eyes flicker down to follow the movement and he groans, slumping back against the door. You smile triumphantly.

“Let’s get your clothes back on and then I’ll get water.” You help Benny get his pants back on, refastening the buckle. He’s not standing entirely stable, but enough that you can slide his coat down his arms and hang it up, followed by his hat, before you sit him down on a stool right by the door. Having hung up your own coat and switched on the lights you gesture to the kitchen door. “Do you mind?” Benny shakes his head, blond hair falling in his eyes.

You fill two glasses from the tap, throwing a glance at your watch, before returning to him. Handing one to Benny you drink the other, both of you listening to him regaining control over his breathing while you empty the glasses. As you take your last sip you place both on the hallway table and toe off your shoes.

“Want to move out of the hallway?” You hold your hand out to Benny and he’s standing before you’ve had a chance to blink.

You get precisely two steps into Benny’s bedroom before he’s kissing you again. His tongue runs softly against yours, contrasting with the scratch of his beard. He won’t even let you move forward, blocking you with his body until his hands have found their place on your hips, and even then standing stronger than you’d expect from how he looked a minute ago.

Every kiss he chases after you, when you move to the side so does he, when your tongue touches his lips his tongue comes to greet it. It’s overwhelming and intoxicating, his body heat rising and seeping through his button up and your shirt, the warm scent of leather still lingering in the air around him.

Then Benny moves backwards, pulling you with him three quick steps, refusing to let your lips part for even a second, and lets you fall on top of him on his bed.

You pull back, insisting despite his protests. He managed to switch some light on before getting lost in you, letting you full appreciate the shine in his dark eyes when he looks up at you as you brush blond strands out of his eyes. Flittering over you above him, they keep coming back to meet yours, a playful smile on his lips. You lean back down and let him capture your lips again, his hands splaying one on your back, one running up and down your side. Chasing his smile you kiss the corners of his mouth, dipping your tongue in to meet his. It’s like you’ll never run out of places to taste him.

Straightening back up and moving so you’re straddling him, you undo the first buttons of your shirt, but Benny’s hands stop yours, taking over their work with slow precision. He pulls you back down so he can continue kissing you even if it makes it harder for him to get the buttons undone, not that that seems his top priority. Sitting up and sliding the fabric down your arms Benny throws it in some corner of the room, pulling you closer against him by your hips.

“Easy, tiger.” You hum against his lips and Benny laughs a little, shifting further back on the bed and letting you both fall back against the mattress again, arms wrapped securely around your waist.

His necklaces are cool against your skin, but his hands are on fire. They run over your back and sides, up one down the other, and leave nothing but further fires under your skin. Even his rings don’t feel cold as Benny brushes his fingers up your arm to cup your head, tongue skimming your lip but withdrawing whenever you try to catch it.

Pulling back for the first time, Benny looks up at you with a mischievous smile.

“If I had known telling you I like you would lead to this, I would’ve told you already five years ago.”

Not that you’d really been open to anything at that time. Five years ago, and the five that followed, you had been entirely focused on your academics, and the only person you really hung out with had been Benny. He brought his chess books and sat with you in the library while you read up for exams. You’d chat about everything while trying to cram every bit of knowledge into your tired brains. That really only slowed down once you graduated, the hyper-focus on reading every book and spending hours writing notes over bad coffee.

“Do you want to like” You look up at the head pillows laying vertically to your bodies, and Benny starts laughing, luring you into doing the same. “move up?”

“Sure” He lets go of you so you can both get higher on the bed, but the second you’re close enough Benny pulls you back over him. “Better?”

“Much, thank you.” You smile and lean down halfway. Amused you watch Benny push up to meet you, hungry lips convincing you to push him back down into the mattress.

You can’t help the occasional shifting of your hips against his, underwear pushing against the friction of jeans below your skirt. His hands skim the hem of it, but never ventures below it, favoring to run up to your hips and draw you closer.

Running his hands up your back to hold you against him, Benny rolls you over onto your back. Settling between your legs, he braces one arm above you while the other cups the side of your head, lifting just enough for your lips to reach his.

“You know, for later, we’re still on your bed.” You remind him before kissing the corner of his mouth. Benny’s lips quirk and he follows you back down against the pillow.

“I know.” He runs his nose along the side of your neck, the chains around his sliding against your skin. Warm cotton and leather surround you, and this might actually be heaven.

Pushing back a bit Benny reaches up to undo his green button up but stops when you give him a look.

“Isn’t it my turn now?”

Benny lets go off the button and shows his hands, dropping them to your hips as you reach up, undoing the first button before pulling him down by his collar. His smile meets yours, and it only gets bigger for every button, as the release of each is met with the same celebration.

When there are no more buttons to open you slide the fabric out from his pants and down his bare arms. Holding the shirt out in one hand you look at Benny, whose eyes are locked on yours, his lips kiss-bruised.

“Does this have to be folded on a chair” You tilt your head. “or can I just throw it?”

“Throw it.” His eyes sparkle, his voice hitting a little lower and sending vibrations where your body is touching his.

The green fabric flutters to rest at the far end corner of the bed in your peripheral vision. You weren’t really looking where you were throwing.

“It didn’t even get off the bed.” You speak very seriously, as if it was a grave matter, but you’re absorbed by Benny, whose eyes are as stuck in yours as yours are in his. “If you want it off, you’ll have to throw it yourself.”

His arms shift above you, and without moving away from you or breaking eye contact Benny kicks the shirt, sending it tumbling of the edge with a soft thud as it hits the floor. You push your hips up against his, the hilt of the knife at his belt pressing against the inside of your thigh. Benny’s hips thrust back against yours and he lowers down to brush his lips against yours before devouring you again. Your thighs slide against his bare skin, and he reaches back to hook them further over his hips, swiping his tongue along yours. When Benny pulls back slightly the sound he makes fills the room, bouncing off the walls. The end of it mixes with the sigh of his name pulled from your lips as he dips the tip of his tongue into the corner of your mouth.

“Think we’ll wake the neighbors?” You lift off the bed to chase after him, not giving him a chance to reply, pushing him over onto his back. His hips shift against yours as he settles into the mattress.

“The walls are thicker than the door.” He looks up at you straddling him, his lips quirking up into a smile, blond hair falling over his eyes again. Satisfied with his answer you lower your body back down over his, occupying his mouth with yours again.

From slow, insistent kisses where Benny’s tongue runs against yours, you move to kiss the corners of his lips, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his forehead, and his eyelids as he closes his eyes. Continuing down his chin, alternatingly placing kisses on either side of his neck, and one at the dip at the base of his throat, passing over his chains, you shift back to trail down the right side of his chest. As your lips touch between navel and the top of his jeans, brushing along the fabric, Benny touches the side of your head.

“Don’t you dare do it again.” His tone is light and teasing, with just an edge of breathlessness and seriousness.

You move up to kiss his left hip and his hand falls back onto the mattress.

“I won’t.”

You trail back up Benny’s irregularly moving chest, out his right upper arm, and lift his hand. Pressing two more soft kisses to his inner forearm, you place one in the middle of his palm and one to the tip of each finger, before beginning again at his sternum and doing the same to his left arm.

Raising back up you push Benny’s hair from his eyes, inviting the light to dance with the sparks already in them.

“Benny Watts, you are a drug.” You smile a little breathlessly and shake your head down at him. The corners of Benny’s mouth start to raise, and he quickly swipes his tongue up to pull down his upper lip and bites down on his lower.

His attempts fail and when you kiss Benny, he’s beaming, a satisfied sound emitting from the chest pressed against yours. His heartbeats translate through your ribcage and your sentiment is repeated in your mind with a flutter in your stomach.

Ringed hands shift from your hips to your back to hold you closer against him. Somehow, you’ve forgotten Benny’s knife because you can’t even feel it at this point. You only feel the friction of his body against your, the pull of his lips.

“You should be in prison.” His tongue swipes into your mouth at that, stalling your continuation with a dizzying taste. “You should be in jail, and I should be in the same cell with you.” The vibrations of Benny’s laugh and twist of his lips reach your senses at the same time as the push of his hips. Combined they’re enough to make you say his name against his lips, repeating it when he does it again.

Lifting off the mattress Benny’s hands holds your hips down against his as he sits up, lips running down the side of your neck when they slip from yours. The scratches against your skin turn into fire running through your veins, out into your arms and fingertips as you run them over his bare shoulders, along the chains around his neck. You barely hear the sound of your name slip from his tongue against the crook of your shoulder, before Benny turns to make you fall first back into the mattress.

Benny’s hands run from your hips to the hem of your skirt, warm fingers tracing bare skin. You lift your hips against his and he pulls back, but only after sucking your lip into his mouth, swiping it with his tongue.

“Want me to get it off?”

“It’s mostly in the way at this point.” Having gotten his answer, Benny eases the skirt down, letting you lift your hips and moving so he’s not in the way. When it’s all the way off he throws the fabric the same way as your shirt, or maybe the opposite. You can’t remember.

Leaning back over you Benny brushes his lips against yours, meeting you when you arch up against him, then lets himself kiss you fully again. His hips push yours down into the mattress before he pulls them back up towards him. You roll back against him, crossing your legs behind Benny’s back, and he hisses against your lips. The sound of you saying his name causes the grind of his hips to stutter, restart, a low sound resonating in his chest, sending its aftershocks through your body as his hands squeeze your thighs a little harder.

One moves to skim the inside of your knee, hot fingers with warm rings running over equally heated skin. When it reaches the junction of your thigh and hip it slides up along the edge of your underwear and then drops beside your side to support his weight as Benny brings his other hand to hover between your legs and pulls away from your lips.

“Can I?” His dark eyes shimmer.

“Yes.” Since you can’t hear your own voice over the increased speed of your heartbeat you repeat it twice, catching the way Benny’s tongue darts out over his bottom lip as his eyes flicker down.

He runs his knuckles down the slick, wet fabric. You think you hear a breathed-out curse but are distracted when fingertips retrace the same path with just enough pressure to make your hips roll against them. The feeling is dizzying, your breathing skips. Benny’s dark eyes flick back up to yours. Then he does it again, sending sparks where the pads of his fingers almost touch you. Your eyes almost flutter at the way he looks at you when your breathing stops again to become what might have been a curse, or his name, or the curse of his name. The last one in particular feels likely as the sound twists and grows louder, and Benny’s eyes are locked on yours.

Pressing back into his bed you roll your hips against his, his hands planted back on either side of you as he lowers back down to press starved kisses to your mouth. Hips lift off yours, only to change their mind and push back down, accompanied by a curse against the corner of your lips. When Benny’s bottom lip slides against yours, you pull it into your mouth and lightly push down your teeth into it. His left arm buckles as you swallow the sound of his groan.

With little effort you coax Benny onto his back. He willingly falls down onto the pillow, rings sliding against your back as he tries to entice you into press against him. His fingers trail down, skimming along the edge of your underwear until they reach the front, barely touching the waistband, eyes flicking up to yours.

You give permission before Benny even has a chance to open his mouth.

The pads of his fingers push past the fabric, running softly your body until your breathing hitches as they lightly slip over your clit. You resist the urge to close your legs around his hand but can’t help the way your breathing audibly increases when it moves further down. Bare skin slides against your wet folds, stroking up and down; the movement slow and deliberate, and far too good for you hold it out for much longer.

You make a sound.

“Explain Closed Sicilian to me.” Your voice is strained, and you are trying very hard to not focus on every slight change in pressure Benny is subjecting you to right now. Another noise slips out and you bury your face against his chest, rolling your hips involuntarily against his hand. “Please, please explain it to me.”

“Now?” Benny’s other hand pushes against your hip.

“If you don’t, I’m going to come, and I’ve waited this long so I’d rather you didn’t do that before you’re actually inside me.” You lift your head to look up at him, quickly adding “Then again, you talking about that is just going to make it worse, so maybe don’t.” You did not need his eyes lighting up and his confidence going thrice its size because he was talking about something he really, really liked. That was bound to make your situation become much better and much worse really quick.

Benny looks like he’s about to protest before making a face and withdrawing his hand.

“Alright, fine.” He rolls you onto your back and kisses you hard, raising his hips as much as possible but keeping you down with his chest.

Letting you up to breathe Benny’s hands go to his belt, pulling it fully out of the loops this time. He catches the handle off his knife as it slides off the leather and off-handedly places it down on your stomach so he can roll the leather around his hand.

You must have done something as the sheath fell flat or as your eyes shifted up and back down again because Benny’s eyes flick from the belt in his hands to your eyes and then he smiles.

“Don’t tell me you’ve got a thing for knives too.” He teases.

“Listen” You’re a little too breathless for any type of denying being at all believable and it’s visible in Benny’s eyes how little he would actually believe you if you tried. “Messing with that takes practice and discussions, so let’s put a pin in that. I like seeing you get off, let’s leave it at that for now.”

He tilts his head like ‘fair enough’, finishes rolling up his belt and puts both that and the knife out of view to your left.

You reach up to brush Benny’s hair to the side where it’s over his eyes again, letting your fingers linger just above his ear. There’s something very recognizable about the slight way his eyes move at the gesture.

“Do you- like having your hair pulled?” You ask tentatively, and when Benny doesn’t answer right away you continue “You don’t have to say yes.”

It takes a second longer, and you start to pull your hand away before he shifts his eyes away and rolls his shoulders.

“So what if I do?” Benny glances back at you.

“I’ll tell you what” You smile encouraging, guiding the topic to focus on yourself instead to make him more comfortable. “you’d be in good hands; I like it both ways.” Benny visibly relaxes but you don’t move your hand back, favoring to slide it along his jaw to stop below his lower lip.

Softly tilting his head down, you give the slightest pressure.  He follows down to peck your lips before drawing back to meet look at you again, hands rubbing reassuringly over your thighs. The pad of your thumb rests against Benny’s bottom lip, and you tilt your head, trying to read out the thoughts that form and disperse behind his eyes. The corner of his lip quirks up and he dips his head down to catch the finger in his mouth. The flat of his tongue maps your fingerprint, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You make a noise, shooting him a glare as he looks far too smug when you pull your hand back to press it against his back instead. The expression doesn’t leave his lips when you push his side to get him down, as a matter of fact he looks offensively at home against his pillow, shuffling further into it before beaming up at you again. Unable to stop yourself you scoff, trying to look annoyed but failing spectacularly.

“Think you’re ready to go again, if you want to?” You look at your watch, pinching the face of the clock to keep it so you can read the time. “It’s been an hour.”

“You still have your watch on?” Benny reaches up to pull your arm down so he can look at it.

You laugh.

“Well, you didn’t take it off me.” You let him turn your hand over, undoing the watch and looking at it for a second before handing it to you. Leaning over him you put it on the empty nightstand to your left.

“I’m so glad you’ve got two nightstands.” You hum, leaning back to resettle over his hips.

Thinking for a second, Benny makes a face, a mixture between a frown and scrunching up his face.

“It doesn’t make sense to only have one nightstand.” He states, eyes flicking back to yours. Smiling at his answer you bend down to peck his lips.

“That’s what I like about you, Benny Watts. Things can’t just be for you; they have to make sense.” Continuing in the same light tone you add “I might even go as far as to say I love you.”

“Woah, you’re just gonna show your hand like that?” Benny mimics shock, before smiling, his hands rubbing your hips reassuringly. “Throw the whole game?” You snort a little, moving your eyes to the wall, schooling your expression to be serious.

“As if you didn’t show your hand back at the bar.” You tilt your head exaggerated, pretend thought.  “And earlier, now that you mention it.”

“I said liked.” Just like you, Benny is pressing his lips together to prevent himself from laughing, and even then, a smile cracks through.

“I’ll give you that, you did say like.”

Benny pulls you down, kissing you with a smile. Letting yourself sink into it you push down against him, swallowing the sound he makes and feeling his heart beating through his chest. His hands pull your hips closer to his to repeat the motion. His breathing increases as you do it infinitely slower this time, feeling you press against him, although you can’t say you are doing any better.

“Ready?” You laugh breathlessly and Benny groans, pushing his head back into the pillows.

“I was ready half an hour ago.”

“Well, good sex takes preparation. And this is going to be good.” Straightening up you putting the base of your hand on Benny’s chest, holding your index in front of his face to shush him. “No, no, it’s going to be, because I’ll make it so.”

Instead of arguing, with sparkling eyes Benny favors to bend his head forward and close his mouth around your finger, sucking while you talk. His tongue swirls around the digit and the corner of his lips quirk up when you make a sound, mind drifting before you catch it.

“Asshole.” Benny’s eyes light up mischievously at that, and when you pull your hand back, he raises his eyebrows.

“Oh you wan-?”

You cut him off.

“Shut up.” The bed shakes with Benny’s laughter, and you roll your eyes, shaking your head at him. He’s really having too much fun.

When his laughter calms down, Benny looks at you for a second before sitting up.

“Come on”

He nudges you sideways until you get the hint and get off him, letting him get off the bed. Benny offers his hand to pull you up after him. When you’re both on your feet he turns back and in one quick motion rips off the covers, throwing the corner to the middle so the bed is folded half-open diagonally but not all the way down.

You’re just letting your underwear drop onto the floor when Benny turns back around, and he catches up with you in the time it takes you to blink. He holds his hand out again, pulling you with him backwards.

Jut before his legs hit the bed Benny sidesteps, pulling you down first onto the bed and following, catching himself on his arm so he doesn’t fall directly on top of you.

Settling between your legs, Benny tilts his head with a cheeky smile.

“Comfortable now?”

You make a show of settling into the pillow, trying to divert his attention from the way you pull air deep into your lungs. It’s in the pillow, the sheets, the air vibrating around you with tension, but most of all it’s above you, radiating from him. The warm, slightly sweet, smell of clean cotton shirts pulled from the tumbler, a bed slept in until well past noon, and sun-heated leather in the first days of summer.

“Yes.” You smile up at him.

“Good.” Benny lowers down over you and presses his lips to yours, tongue running over your lip once before slipping into your mouth. You hum while he pulls protection from a drawer of one of the nightstands above your field of vision and pulls it on.

Fingers skim lightly over the wetness gathered between your legs, and then Benny pushes into you. It sends lightning through your stomach, sliding slowly, almost torturously, against sensitive nerve endings. His breath is slow and controlled, albeit a bit wavering. Solid warmth spreads from his body into yours and your body clenches involuntarily around him when he stills, breath warming the side of your neck. Your hands run up his sides to find purchase.

“You’re gonna mark me?” You ask the ceiling and Benny shifts, running his nose against your throat and giving you chills.

“You want me to?” His hips pull back slightly, and you close your eyes at the slow drag of his cock against your inner walls. As Benny pushes back in, one hand disappears from beside you, moving your hand from his back to his hair. Sparks dance up your spine when he thrusts a little quicker, igniting you both like a match against a striking surface. Benny makes a sound in the back of his throat before kissing you again.

Carding your fingers through his hair near his scalp you pull lightly. The way his hips jerk forward has you arching against him, moan mixing with his. Tension builds in your stomach and if the room was hot before it is blazing now. Benny presses against you, overwhelming and perfect, filling you. Your hips lift off the bed to meet his, legs crossed behind his back to pull him closer. The drag of his abdomen against you in just the right place has you whining against his lips. His next thrust is faster, causing your body to clench down, approaching the edge fast.

“I’ve waited this long to fuck a master; you better not make this be over quick.” Your hips arch against his despite your breathless words.

“You call an hour and a half quick?” Benny asks in disbelief, but the roll of his hips slows to delightfully slow, burning pulls. He closes his eyes, breathing becomes deliberately slowed. “I’m not going to last long no matter how slow I go.”

“That’s okay, neither am I.” You quirk the corner of your lip as Benny opens his eyes again and pull him back down to your lips. Trying to starve of your orgasm you focus on tasting every corner of his mouth. It seems to have the opposite effect on Benny, as he whines and his hips stutter. One of his arms buckle and you pull your hand free to direct his to your hair before going back to his.

The first slow drag releases a satisfied noise from you, and the slight sting of the next sends a thrill down your body, connecting with where Benny’s cock pushes into you. He slides his tongue against yours, pulling your head close to his.

“Fuck” The word falls from both of your mouths as your fingers pulls the blond strands they’re tangled in, and Benny’s hips jerk forward. You push your hand against his lower back to push him down, deeper, and he pulls your hips up with his free hand, grinding against you. His eyes glitter with pride when you arch, pressing your head into the pillow, mouth falling open.

Unsatisfied, Benny slows even further, changing thrusts for slow grinds, watching you trying to make a sound with a smile, heels pressing into his lower back. Your eyes flutter, trying desperately to stay open, pleasure coursing through you in unrelenting waves. Meeting his eyes, you jerk your hand a little harder in Benny’s hair, and the sound he produces almost has you falling.

His hand pushes between your bodies as he moves faster again. The pleasure is hot and fast, and as Benny pulls your lips to his it explodes, fire shooting through your veins in search of oxygen and shaking your entire body. He swallows the cries of his name falling from your lips, but then his hips stutter and slipping from your lips he repays the praise. It’s loud, it’s messy, and it’s so fucking hot.

Benny drops his head in the crook of your neck, weakly trying to hold himself up. Your chest pushes against his until both your accelerated breathing reaches the same rhythm. There is pleasant ache starting to make itself known, one you’re sure you’ll be feeling tomorrow, and perhaps the day after that.

Softly you push Benny over and he lets himself be rolled onto his back, still inside you. Head landing on the pillow he takes a few more breaths before his eyes pop open. When they meet yours there is a content smile on his lips, with only a hint of unsedated hunger still visible in his dark eyes. He reaches forward to meet your smiling kiss and lets you pull off him and roll onto the mattress beside him.

After a few seconds of just the sound for your breathing your voice comes alive again.

“I hope we didn’t wake anyone.”

Benny starts laughing, breathlessly and beautifully, and you scrunch your nose playfully at him.

“I hope we did.” He looks at you, eyes brilliant, and adds in a more serious tone. “I think they’re all asleep so they can get up at a reasonable hour tomorrow.”

You reach over and pull your watch from the nightstand.

“Two isn’t a reasonable hour to be up?” Benny snorts a laugh at your fake naiveté as you settle back into the bed.

There’s a few more seconds of silence before he talks again.

“I still only made you come once.” Benny looks at you, eyes flicking down to your lips and back up; the hunger more than unsated now.

“That’s okay” You smile teasingly. “I wouldn’t expect you to, you did all the hard work.”

Benny doesn’t find an answer to that, but you have a feeling neither of you think two is very late at all.

[speedystarshine]

AHHH HII!! CAN I HAVE A YANDERE MICHAEL X READER X YANDERE JEREMY ?!?! FROM BLUEYCAPSULES!! THANK YOU <33

a demon possessed me and these were on my screen when I woke up/j

For these I decided to go on how they both would individually react and then both of them :) ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭

Not me putting some of my personal HC'S into these 😭

Aight, let's start with Maikol. This man child is screaming when he realizes he likes you. It's not his fault though, it really did take him by surprise!

Mainly so because it was a gradual thing, not a love at first sight thing like with Jeremy.

Being the more shy - natured of the two, he takes it upon himself to be the observer and planner guy rather then the actually doing guy. He wouldn't hesitate to get his hands dirty, though!

Y/n: "Wow Fritz, I didn't realize you were into photography!" 💀💀 He would. We all know he would.

He likes to be helpful around you, helping you on your shift or just with the kids and the chaos they create. After he realizes, he turns it up to 100%. You actually have to tell him to turn it down a notch lest you lose your job 💀

Onto Jeremy!

THIS DUMB GOOFY ASS MF-

He is SUCH a DUMBASS 24/7. Trying to show off to you or impress you is his way of doing things, even before he realizes he likes you.

When he does it turns less into bragging about how awesome he is and all the stuff he's done and more into flirting, which is either great or awful depending on what type of person you are and how you react to it.

Tries to slowly bring you more into the duo but he fr wouldn't be able to manipulate a fly 💀

So in the end, they end up hanging out with you :D

Not even joking, once he tried to lock you in a cupboard to protect you from the literal tsunami of children, was unsuccessful.

Even though the kids love the whole "putting mangle back together" thing, he is genuinely worried about his friend so he'll definitely appreciate it if you help out the animatronic with any internal issues or stuff of the sort.

Has the shittiest pick up lines. For both of you.

Both of them? 😳😳😳

Okay I actually have to write this before I forget but even though the duo is stupid(TM) they would try to learn at least a little bit about the animatronics so that they can change the security recognition feature to alert them about people who've messed w/ you 🥰

They wouldn't 'take someone out' due to it being to risky to the both of their situations, but they would put a hella lotta effort into keeping someone away from you, and effectively, away from the establishment. Out of sight, out of mind! For now...

They are smothering as HELL. Not for a single second of the day (or night, but you don't need to know that 🥰) are you actually alone, these two goofballs constantly next to or not far from you.

You definitely notice something's up. I mean, one of them might have made it a lil trickier to figure out, but this? My god-

Jeremy is going to accidentally kill himself as the things he does to impress you climb higher and higher, and the same with Fritz with how much work he's doing instead of basic human needs, your sure of it.

(Joan is stood in the background facepalming.)

If you were to reject them, they would be the literal embodiment of the ':(' emoticon. They won't take no for an answer though, and you're sure to find some kind of wacky confession left for you each week!

(Walks into the pizzeria with a giant fucking love heart made up of glued together ketchup bottles 😭 they're on a budget okay-)

If you were to say yes, THEY are LITERAL PUPPIES IM NOT EVEN JOKING-

You thought they were smothering before? Wait until they move in.

Oh you thought I was joking? Well-

Good luck is all 😭

[takuyakistall]

blue feather | epel felmier

summary: epel decides to make a decision he's sure he won't regret.

tags: fluff, fem!reader

tagging: @poisonepel @ghostiebabey @xxunrxvelingxx @lynni-lumi @lethlia

author's notes: this is set after epel and reader graduates from NRC. Also,, i got the idea from harvest moon and town of harvest.... i connected the dots

         Epel wasn't sure if he was making a big mistake. He invited you to his hometown, The Village of Harvest, during the holidays to introduce you to his grandmother. For him, introducing you to his grandmother was a huge step he was willing to take with you. You've been with him long enough for him to consider life changing decisions with you. Taking a huge breath, Epel knocked on the door gently with you by his side.

          Epel's breath hitched as he heard the door unlock it's gears. His hands were sweaty from nervousness, you noticed his state and gently took a hold of his hand, entwining them with yours. His tense face became more relaxed as he gave you a gentle smile, thanking you silently. His grandmother appeared on the other side of the door the same time it was opened. An old woman with grey hair greeted you, 'She has Epel's eyes' you thought, staring at her for a while before bowing quickly, trying to hide your embarrassment. "Epel! I'm glad you're home." His grandmother wrapped her arms around him and gave him a bone-crushing hug. 

          "M-Meemaw! I can't breathe!" Epel struggled free from her iron grip. She realized what she was doing and reluctantly let Epel go. Epel breathed a sigh of relief as he tried to catch his breath. His grandmother offered to let the both of you inside, and you happily obliged. You were nervous to actually talk to his grandmother, what if she doesn't like you? Would she try to separate the two of you? Who knows. All of you sat down by the table out in the garden and were offered tea. (or whatever your preference is)

          "So Epel, do you mind introducing me to the pretty lady ya got here?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows a bit as she let out a heart laugh. The tension you were feeling all along was suddenly replaced with overwhelming relief. Maybe, this could work out. Before you could introduce yourself, Epel went ahead and did it for you. "Ah, She's (Y/N) (L/N). My um, girlfriend." Epel flushed at the last few words. Even after all this time, it was still embarrassing for him. He wasn't used to it.

          His Grandma's grin grew wider. A girlfriend? This is the first time, she knew Epel wouldn't just bring home anybody, so she knew that the girl must be very special to him. Special enough to make Epel think seriously about their future together. Though his grandmother was a bit worried for him. Would he be making a wise decision? Or was he going too fast? Grandma tried to talk to you as much as she could, her questions are often about your relationship with him. What was your relationship like while studying in NRC? After that? How did you manage to stay together despite all the hardships life threw at the both of you? You answered them all patiently, with a gentle smile covering your features, remembering all the memories the two of you shared.

          When it was time for you to leave, his grandmother grabbed you by the wrist gently. Tugging you towards a more private room where Epel can't hear you. She whispered something in your ear that made you as red as a tomato. When you returned to Epel's side, he could only wonder what the two of you talked about.

          "Epel-kun! Could you tell me a bit about your hometown?" You suddenly asked, Epel has caught your attention lately. He seemed like a gentle natured pretty boy from Pomefiore, but you were proven dead wrong. You found him amusing whenever you hung out together and eventually wanted to know more and more about him. 

          "My hometown? Well- I came from the Village of Harvest. Long story short, there are a lotta farms and gardens there. Meemaw- I mean, My grandmother sent me these apples from our farm. Would you like some?" It was cute to see him trying to correct himself with the whole meemaw thing- you found it cute! He handed you a beautifully carved apple, you wondered whose skillful hands made such a masterpiece when you noticed that Epel was holding a small knife.

          "Epel-kun, don't tell me you carved these…!?" Epel's face had a look of confusion as you gave him a shocked look. "Yes…? I did." Reluctantly, he continued carving the apple he was holding. "You're amazing!" Epel almost cut his finger when he heard you say that, "W-Whaddya mean amazing?!" He became as red as the apple he was holding. 

          "It's getting a bit late but I want to show you something before we leave, is it alright?" Epel was right, dusk was falling rapidly. Even if you preferred going home immediately, you wouldn't pass up the chance to spend more time with your lover. You wondered where he was taking you as the both of you stopped by a river with stepping stones. "We're gonna have to use the stepping stones to cross the river, can you do it?" The stones seemed stable enough for you to nod. Epel went first, holding your hand as you followed along. You almost tripped several times, had it not been for Epel clutching your hand tightly, afraid of the possibility that you might fall and injure yourself. 

          After crossing the river successfully, both of you had to walk a bit more- there was no path, you couldn't tell if Epel knew where he was going or the both of you were lost. The more you walked, more flowers kept on appearing. "Epel! Are we there yet?" You were growing excited but at the same time, impatient. You couldn't wait to see what Epel had in store for you. "We're almost there."

          You finally spotted something in the distance, your pace went faster as you went towards it with Epel. It looked like an old rickety door without a look. Moss and vines camouflaged it well, you were lucky you're with Epel or else you wouldn't have noticed it. Epel took hold of the doorknob and turned it, opening the door. 

          You entered through the door and there you saw what seems like a Secret Garden. Flowers and Vines adorned the hedges, in the middle was a small pond with a small stone stool besides it. It was gorgeous. The night sky tinted the hues of the flowers while the pond illuminated the moonlight. "Do you like it?" Epel asked you, a small pink tinting his cheeks. You nodded eagerly and sat down on the stone stool and admired the view further.

          "You wanna know more about my hometown? Well- there isn't anything that interesting about us except for how our marriage proposals work." Epel tried to quench your curiosity with the stories and traditions of his village. "Instead of rings, we use a blue feather to propose. And don't you dare try to think about freaking me out by giving me one!"

          Epel took a deep breath. He pulled out a blue feather and held it tightly with both of his hands. You didn't notice this as you were too mesmerized by the reflection of the moon in the pond but when you did- you forgot to breathe for a moment. Clutching a blue feather under the moonlit night, Epel looked ethereal. You wondered how someone as beautiful as him could exist. You hadn't paid attention to what he was holding, but when you did, your eyes widened. You remembered what his grandmother told you "I bet he'd make you his wife."

          Epel glanced towards you and gave you a beautiful smile. He held out the blue feather towards you and asked you something in a serious tone. "Would you accept someone like me as your husband?" 

[pxppinmolly-archived]

💞👶🌀🌹⌛️

* Sunday HC Stuff // Accepting

💞 Would your muse ever consider a threesome (or more!)

SHE’S STILL WAITING ON THAT FIZZ/OZZIE SANDWICHING-!!!!!!

yeah ofc she has and continues to. Molly has been apart of orgies before esp when she was younger but not so much anymore because tbh lotta people aren’t shit and while YES she is easy one night stands are easier 2 pick and orgies she’s like i like to separate my peas from my mashed potatoes yk

But yeah she loves that shit. Esp if she’s the one w the center of attention <3 OAKSDJFG

👶 Does your muse want children?

SO FUCKING BAD.

IT’S ONE OF THE FEW THINGS SHE EVER WANTED IN HER DAMN LIFE.

And now she’ll never fucking get it. ... Canonically. Cus I said before yk I am willing to throw that shit out the window for THIS instance cus Im greedy n think Molly should get indulgence BUT

By default though I follow in sinners being infertile until/unless a ship partner wants 2 thread pregnancy/baby stuff in the future BUT by default yeah she is forever heartbroken and depressed of forever having a fucking empty nest.

This is why Molly spoils nearly any fucking youth she comes across she is a fucking mother hen.

🌀 What are 3 of muse’s top kinks?

Mommy kink. Breast smothering. Exhibitionism. Flipping through my f-list page. and feeling I need 2 upd8 this again

and tbh the third one can always change but the first two are constants LOL

🌹 Is your muse more interested in love or lust?

IDEALLY... She’s always interested in love.

Molly wants love. So bad. She just wants to be loved and cared after and just feel like someone gives a shit about HER... And not just for her name, her status, her body and looks, etc ...

But like you know through her entire life the only way she could ever feel that is THROUGH lust and Molly CONTINUES to act upon lust as a means to get a ‘quick fix’ of feeling like she’s cared for and desired and wanted because that’s the quickest and like. only way she believes herself to ever get it!

because that’s all she’s ever been treated as in her life yk.

and like.. this isnt to also say she just doesnt love sex in general. cus she does. its good. its fun. she does it just to do it, too but there’s sometimes it’s more of the fact of just. needing to FEEL something.

It’s an addiction like anything else really. Being exposed to such things at A VERY YOUNG AGE even /before/ she officially lost her virginity it’s just become so cemented into her person ykwim

But yeah so She’s interested in both, for sure, but in the long term she always wants love over lust

like for example with an Alastor or two she’s been with she has been PERFECTLY FINE not having sex with them... At all. Like Summer’s Alastor for example Molly hasn’t slept with yet and they’ve been together for. A long dang time. And Molly tries to initiate sometimes but he doesn’t catch on, and he ends up making her laugh or ends up just distracting her w other bits of physical affections and Molly is like Well this is fine! <3

⌛️ How long does your muse last in bed?

She can last all night and morning. From 8 PM to 8 AM. A whole twelve hours until she starts getting tired - and that is IF she’s enjoying herself with her partner. Molly is hopped up on so many drugs + adrenaline + just the enjoyment of a good time in general she can GO.

Molly HAS went even days doing sexual activity before, but. It wasn’t any fun having fun times </3 but through it she’s managed to gain quite the bit of stamina through it all and got semi used to it for awhile until ... Finally we have normalcy again but yk

[gamerwoo]

Hansol: Badboy

Characters: Hansol x female reader

Genre/warnings: badboy au, smut (riding, lotta praise, cockwarming, unprotected sex), fluff, very very very slight angst kinda, mentions of smoking

Word count: 1,361

Summary: People think they know Hansol, but you -- you really know Hansol.

a/n: I told myself I would focus on this one fic I need to get done but like I can’t get this thought outta my head and I’m just in such a badboy mood lately and idk I just needed soft sex w badboy!vernon ok

People give Hansol Chwe one glance over and they decide he’s bad news. Between his slicked back dirty blonde hair, the ripped t-shirts under leather or denim jackets, and the cheap cigarette always balanced in the corner of his lips that sometimes gets swapped out for a toothpick, you can see why they’d think that. He looks like the bad type of guy that would hang out outside of shitty hole-in-the-wall bars and go looking for trouble. Hell, all of his friends -- the few that he has, anyway -- look like that. His appearance screams trouble; to stay away.

And somehow, you’ve ended up on top of and beneath him more than once, screaming his name.

“Yes, baby,” Hansol praised in an airy, quiet moan, “just like that. Fuck, you ride me so well.”

His warm, calloused hands gripped your hips as he guided them on his own, showing you just how he wanted you to move on his cock. He always let you take control when you wanted it, but he mostly liked having the lead in things. He said it made him feel like he was making you feel good and you weren’t just making yourself feel good with him. But despite liking the control, Hansol had yet to be rough with you. The roughest he got was when his hands would squeeze your flesh hard enough to leave bruises or when his hips would snap into yours enough to have a sharp slap echoing through his run-down apartment. But he never hit you, pulled your hair, or said anything degrading to you. But his appearance would lead others to believe otherwise.

Your hands pressed into his chest harder, nails digging into his skin as he brushed over your sweet spot. He smiled up at you lazily -- but it was still dazzling nonetheless -- when he noticed how you clenched around him.

“Did that feel good, baby girl?” he cooed.

He guided you to move the same way, and you let out a whimper of his name, nodding your head. But your hips seemed to have a mind of their own because you began bouncing much quicker than the pace Hansol had set, eager to reach your high.

He let out a chuckle, holding onto your hips to keep them still, “There’s no rush, baby. We have plenty of time.”

“I know, I just...” you paused to catch your breath that you’d been holding ever since you started getting impatient. “You just make me feel so good.”

His cheeks were already a soft pink, but they deepened in color at your compliment. If you ever told anybody you made Hansol Chwe blush, they’d probably call you a liar.

“You make me feel so good, _____,” he told you, looking up into your eyes as one hand trailed up your body to the side of your neck. He brought you down closer to him to capture your lips in a soft kiss as he started guiding your hips again. Against your lips, he mumbled, “So fucking good.”

You alternated between swiveling your hips and bouncing them, going at the pace Hansol set for you. His hips thrust up to meet your own, his cock brushing against that spot that had your toes curling and stars appearing behind your eyelids. And you knew he knew what he was doing because his hand that had cupped your jaw was now trailing down to your clit and rubbing circles in pace with your hips as he smirked.

“But since you’re my baby girl, I’ll make you cum if you want it so bad,” he promised. His eyes closed as he sucked in a breath, a hint of his smirk still on his face. “Fuck, you always ride me so well. You do everything just right. You want me to fill you up, baby? Huh? Is that why you wanna cum so bad?”

You nodded eagerly, looking down at him with furrowed brows as you desperately tried to chase your high, his hand only resting on your hip now, “Yes, p-please, Sol.”

Hansol snapped his hips up into you with a grunt, pulling a loud moan from your throat. He held your hips in place as he thrust up into you relentlessly, though the words he groaned out were much softer than his actions.

“Do you know how pretty you look taking my cock, baby? God, I wish I could take a picture of you when you ride me. You’re such a pretty girl; wanna see how pretty you’ll look filled with my cum.”

His words were pushing you closer and closer to the edge, and he was very aware of it. Hansol was always acutely aware of everything you liked. When you first got involved with him, you didn’t think he’d be the type to care. He seemed like the type of guy to use you as a fuck toy and leave it at that, but he was very knowing of every little thing about you. Hansol took the time to get to know your body, learn what made you tick, and all the exact spots that had you curling your fingers into his hair or the sheets or the pillows as you cried out his name.

Hansol’s voice was getting breathier and his sentences were broken from grunts and soft moans more and more often. That was how you knew he was getting close, too.

“Such a beautiful girl,” he breathed, chewing on his lip as his brows furrowed. His eyes never left your form, either. “Want you to cum for me, baby girl. Wanna see how pretty you look when you cum on my cock.”

Your orgasm crashed over you, your nails digging into his shoulders as you cried out his name loud enough for his neighbors to hear it over the banging of his bed against the wall that they no doubt were aware of. The way you clenched around his length when you came pushed him over the edge, letting out a deep, throaty moan as his cum filled you in hot spurts. He guided your hips to ride out both of your orgasms until you were whimpering from the sensitivity. Then he guided you to lay down on his chest, wrapping his arms around you as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“I’m so lucky I have you,” he murmured into your hair.

Hansol also didn’t seem like the type of person to want you to stay after sex. But even after the first time you were with him, he insisted he at least drive you home if you really had to leave. He encouraged you to stay, but was understanding if you didn’t want to or couldn’t. Because he knew how people saw him, and he knew you would see him the same way.

But he wasn’t the person people saw him as.

“How are you the mushiest person I’ve met?” you giggled softly as your fingertips drew random patterns on his side.

Hansol wasn’t the badboy who hung outside shitty hole-in-the-wall bars or who went looking for trouble. He wasn’t the type of guy who got into fights or caused chaos because he was bored or went out of his way to be an asshole. He wasn’t the person anybody thought he was, and he definitely wasn’t the person you assumed he was.

“Because I love you,” he grinned when you moved your head to look up at him.

He was the kind of person who stuck with his misfit friends because all of them were misjudged and they needed to stick together. He was the type of person who had lollipops between his lips more often than cigarettes because you insisted he quit smoking. He was the type of person who cared more about you than he cared about himself, and he showed it every single chance he got and never cared if it ruined whatever dumb reputation people thought he had.

“I love you, too,” you smiled back before leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips that seemed to now permanently taste like cherry lollipops.

[askmyboys]

I’d call these more, my own interpretations instead of just OCs

I’ll tell you how this happened tho, i was literally just comin back from a l o n g ass road trip listenin to the musical and my tired lil brain started thinkin bout these boys and i was like ...what if i just,, made my o w n versions of em? What if I just,, and then boom, out popped well, this-

| Names: Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde

| Nicknames: Jekyll doesn’t much care for nicknames but Hyde calls him Jek, Hen or Hen-Hen, or Henny which he REALLY hates. For the other, it’s either Ed or just simply Hyde ...Jekyll has given him many ‘nicknames’ mostly they are hateful ones tbh.

| Genders: Henry goes by he/him and Hyde goes by he/him and it/its

| Ages: Unknown but they are both adults

| Heights: Jekyll is 5’7” and Hyde is like 6’6” for sure (even tho they inhabit the same body, fuck it, im makin the rules ..andchangingthemfromtheogthing but i say height changes when Hyde’s in control)

| Species/Races: Henry’s a human ofc and Hyde? Honestly, idk what this thing is, all i can tell you is he’s stinky

| Eye Colors: Jekyll’s eyes are a Baby Blue color and Hyde’s eyes are Blood Red (ooh e d g y man)

| Hair Colors: Jekyll’s hair is honestly a messy curly undercut and the color of it is a dark brown and he has gray on the sides meanwhile Hyde’s hair is Black and in a spiked quiff style and he also has gray on the sides

| Skin Colors/Body Types: Jek’s a BIT pale but Hyde’s a much more- his skin is definitely more so a Whitish Gray kinda color so it’s definitely more noticeable than Jek’s skin if you look close enough at that (things do have to change when a certain one is in control of the body, can’t be EXACTLY the same or else it might give away that their the same person hehe) and their body types don’t really change- Jek’s body type is skinny (nothing TOO bad ofc, just a tad bit) if Hyde had his own body he’d definitely be a more average kinda bulkier build.

| Appearances: Okay first things first- they both have circle beards EXCEPT Hyde’s is a LOT more scruffier (he also has thicker sideburns btw!) and a BIT more grown out than Jek’s which is trimmed a bit more and groomed perfectly.

Jekyll usually has the typical lab coat on and a baby blue turtleneck underneath it, he also has blue pants that he wears with it as well and some oxford shoes that match the outfit, he also wears circle glasses as well (they help him see a lot better p much whereas when Hyde’s in control he doesn't really need em actually) Henry has a GOOD amount of scars all over his body, whether it be by accident, inflicted on purpose, or something more… It’s partially why he keeps his turtleneck on mostly and the lab coat helps as well- he’s ashamed of the scars and he tries to hide them especially so no one will worry about him, also for some more minor details- he wears a black watch on his wrist as well (he has no piercings or nothin like that) that’s p much it for Jek tbh, his features are p much 100% human so uh yeye

Now onto Hyde’s outfit- And yes, keep in mind- he’s still kinda,, an entity or whatever the fuck he is inside Henry’s body essentially but he DOES change his clothes when going out- his main one for going out is usually a black cloak he wears around himself (the outfit underneath is a black suit vest with a long dark red tie (his shirt underneath the suit vest is a dark red long sleeved shirt), he also wears black pants, and dark red oxford shoes, and of course he’s got a black top hat on (the band on it is red, definitely keeping a black n red themed appearance here aint he?) (his other outfits, hm I can leave up to the imagination tbh this is just for when he’s travelling around and so other people don’t spot him nearly as easily, especially when it’s n i g h t t i m e…) he’ll wear whatever the fuck he wants, and it doesn’t have to be fancy in the s l i g h t e s t- he has a variety of options.

He also has pointed ears, razor sharp teeth (got them bear trap teeth but not only that, he’s got a lot more s e c r e t teefs than that ;) he’s a lot more monstrous on the inside than the outside i’ll say that much, Jek’s n Hyde’s anatomy does change and transform depending on who gains control ...honestly it probs hurt to have your body transform and shift like that ouchie) he also has multiple tongues, he has claws that he painted black and red for the a e s t h e t i c s ya know- and hell at this point he might as well have tentacles ...He might- but I mean if you really wanna know, fuck around and find out for yourself and fuck it- he also has a dark red devil style tail since he wanna act like fuckin Satan himself smh

...I made him a lot more monstrous than originally planned but eh its fitting- bc this is Jek’s body even with a LOT of changes in these regards, he’s got the same scars n such as that, he also wears black and red spiral gauges in his ears (I should also say, he can technically hide these features to make himself appear more human, i didnt originally intend on giving him any actual monstrous features except maybe sharp teeth, claws, n the pointed ears but here we are, he still gotta not arouse suspicion around him too much tho) also his eyes have dark circles around them, not because he’s a tired man he’s just a fucking- hellish bastard who loves to look intimidating.

| Personalities: Let’s uhh start off with Jekyll because he’s better and nicer and not nasty and gross n smelly looking- He’s kind, sweet, compassionate, caring, honestly wouldn’t hurt a fly himself- could never willingly hurt someone! A sweet babey man! He’s very intelligent- I mean,, he IS a Doctor after all, he takes pride in his work but it’s not that overbearing narcissistic type pride, he’s just proud of the breakthroughs he’s made ...Granted, there is one “breakthrough” he wished he could take back .. -glancing slowly at Hyde in the reflection of the mirror- ahem- but he’s always been pretty outgoing but a lot has changed since, that abomination came into his life, sure he still tries his best to be a good person, he tries his very damnedest to find some sorta way to separate or better yet a way to destroy this evil vile beast that plagues his and everyone else’s lives! He’d rather destroy Hyde than separate from him because even then, it's still back to square one only with worse damage since he’d be of his own free will now.

He shuts himself away in his Lab a LOT, as much as he can anyways to avoid going out and risking something more happening to anyone else, of course…

There is no avoiding the outside world forever, he needs things to eat and drink, he needs things to keep his body functioning and not to mention not going outside could drive him, well, more insane than he already feels he is- He just tries to be as quick as he can about it before the other takes control or tries to, Jek definitely has a lotta anxieties and fears, and ya know at this point I mean,, hell- the man’s got trauma- Sometimes he wonders if any of this is actually real, if he had just gone insane and was just imagining all this, sometimes his head hurt because of all the thoughts and potential scenarios along with their outcomes plagued his mind, he feels a lot of things he never thought he’d feel towards anyone, he feels anger and hatred toward Hyde but in a way aside from feeling so negatively toward the other, he can’t help but admire the way Hyde wishes to just simply l i v e, and even before this beast became apart of him… He was always anxious deep down and almost scared to take that jump when needed.

But Hyde? Hyde doesn’t seem to even c a r e! That thing lives it’s life without any care whatsoever, he doesn’t have any anxieties or fears at all it seems! In a way, Henry might even be a lil envious toward the other’s carefree attitude and that he’s free of anxieties and fears ...H-He still doesn’t want the other around, he still wishes to destroy Hyde of course, even with the envy and maybe a slight bit of admiration he has his morals and principals, and if Hyde continues to exist or w o r s e gets his own body it could prove v e r y perilous.

Now onto… Eugh, Hyde- The bastard man himself- He’s stinky- an evil bastard who really needs just a good punch in the face (god don't do it yourself tho, he’ll probs eat ur entire arm) Hyde’s absolutely disgusting, will do ANYTHING to get what he desires, he can be narcissistic in some regards, VERY prideful and greedy in many ways, he isn’t above committing murder like really, was he EVER above it? If he wanted, he’d literally murder you not even for a bag of corn chips but literally just one, psh- selling you to satan for one? Bah that’s amateur’s work! He’s somehow a minor inconvenience who can commit REALLY nasty and horrible atrocities at the same time if he feels like it, if he finds out something annoys you or REALLY pisses you off he’s going to keep doing it, he will literally try driving you insane just for the fun of it, really at this point it doesn’t seem like he HAS much of a goal but to just l i v e and cause chaos, destruction, and mayhem wherever he goes, he despises Jekyll in many ways, one being for trying to destroy him first and foremost but also Henny is just s o fucking weak, such a weak man with far too many anxieties, fears, etc- He’d be SO much better of a man if he’d simply let Hyde take control and STAY in control!

It’d make everything a lot easier, then Jek wouldn’t have to worry about ANYTHING ever again! No more of that pathetic nonsense! If it were possible, Hyde would absolutely l o v e to have his own body, separate from Jekyll, that way he could have his own life separate from that pathetic weakling’s! But… Even then, Jekyll and Hyde are one, in many ways they are absolutely apart of one another, two sides of the same coin, even with their MAJOR differences in personality and Hyde almost seeming like an entirely different entity just merely possessing Jekyll, after all, Hyde will admit it himself, he spawned from deep within Jekyll’s mind, he’s tried to get the other to see time and time again that he’s always been apart of the other deep down, Jek’s always had a more mad and evil side to him! Even if the other will deny this and take the denial to his grave, Hyde always persists in trying to get the other to see the truth in front of his eyes!

Aside from that tho, Hyde is just generally a dick and loves to mess with Jek and terrify him sometimes for literally no reason, hell he could be bored one day and decide “Hey Henny, fuck you, you suck” he loves to start drama, he loves to cause problems on purpose- Both of them would give anything to separate from each other, even if Hyde knows the truth deep down bout the both of them, even if he were always originally a part of Jekyll, it didn’t matter, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to get his own body, away from that pathetic coward of a man!

| Side Facts: Jekyll rarely ever gets to relax or any free time, he’s too worried to give himself that in fear he’ll lose control, he’s almost CONSTANTLY fighting to keep control over the other, even though he knows it's physically impossible to do so, after all, he can’t stay awake forever, sure that doesn’t stop him from trying to stay awake as long as he can before his body practically forces him to pass out and he’s MUCH weaker than he used to be, I mean hell, given how long Jekyll seems to have been around, fighting SO much and almost EVERY single day has practically worn his body down but whenever there is an opportunity for any “free” time he usually spends it trying to figure out an antidote or a way to get rid of Hyde (I will say, before Hyde REALLY started doing bastardous n horrendous things, Jek would still get annoyed with him bc he was always that way but he actually, I’d say tolerated him more so than he does by now) and Hyde even- well, he still disliked Henry IMMENSELY so, but he definitely wasn’t as bad or as awful as he is to the other now, it was more so I tolerate you and we dont have to seriously fight or struggle with each other for control and back then Jek would even sometimes let Hyde have control.

But then… A serious incident (I wont name what exactly) but a serious incident that happened caused the two to absolutely despise each other (i didnt say up there, yes, Hyde absolutely despises Jekyll but there is some heavily hidden admiration in regards to the other’s determination, his persistence, and even somewhat of his creativity, Jekyll despite being an annoying nuisance in Hyde’s way, he does have some admirable things about him) but anyway- ever since that incident occurred, Jek has tried almost EVERYTHING he knew of to get rid of Hyde, even if separation from his body would still be bad bc that could mean Hyde would obtain his own body honestly? I believe Jekyll would still take that opportunity if he were given it, if he needed, he’d try and find someway to stop Hyde’s evil, maybe it’d be easier even if the other had his own body, he didn’t know, he just wishes he could be free from all this torment and agony like gosh damn give this man a b r e a k. Give him some fruit gummies and an appy juice carton and leave him be!

When Hyde is in control he wastes little time in finding things to do, being able to be out, to see the world, the world ripe for chaos and destruction, he wastes little time in getting straight to work with whatever his devious lil mind wants to think of- also for more monstrous purposes, back up there, I was p vague with the mention of teeth on his insides- p much teeth going down his throat and hell who knows, the bastard probably has teeth on the inside of his stomach at this rate- Another not so fun fact, this man can unhinge his jaw! Yaaay so u can see sharp teefs! ...He does have to kinda set his jaw back in place though bc god forbid Jek takes control then.

Smh imagine taking back control of your body only to have a fucking dislocated j a w wouldn’t that be hellish?

Hyde rarely ever does this for a few reasons- he only does it if he’s in the mood for just takin a big chomp outta someone (big chompy) just, just please- lock this thing away- or kill it, it's a menace to society and deserves nothing good- two more things btw, tbh I genuinely wasnt even considering inhuman features at first but ya know, I compromised- he has them he just chooses to hide them more often and speaking of, while Hyde says he’s always been apart of Jekyll (well this version I made anyway) that deep down their two sides of the same coin, can you really believe him? I mean, I’m not going to spoil it and tell ya anything in that regard, but who knows, who knows what Hyde REALLY is, whether or not he’s always been apart deep down inside of Jek or just some form of entity that spawned via that wonderful little formula.

And the final thing is, their voices are p much based on the musical ones' voices- Hyde’s is that deeper n raspier kinda voice while Jek’s is much softer and ya know POLITE sounding.

[spider-manholland]

Wrong Person | Peter Parker

Pairing(s): brief Peter Parker x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Michelle Jones

Warning(s): angst, whole lotta sadness, implications of rape, torture, murder, small hints of fluff, major Far From Home spoilers

Summary: Peter Parker’s biggest secret was out to the world and now, it was his job to protect the people he cared for most in the world against the many others that targeted who he loved, both platonically and romantically. But he will soon then learn that he was protecting the wrong person all along.

Author’s Note: I was forreal tearing up when writing this one-shot. I changed the way Peter found out about his secret of being Spider-Man was released to fit this one-shot. Hope you guys enjoy this heartache.

Masterlist

You knew your chances with Peter were over the moment you saw his lips meet MJ’s on top of the London Bridge, feeling your heartbreak at the sight of his wide smile that formed on his face when he pulled away.

You wanted to be angry. You wanted to hate MJ for taking your chance with him away but you couldn’t. She was perfect for him. She was everything you weren’t. Incredibly beautiful, insanely smart and just—perfect. You also wanted to be mad at Peter for not taking the your hints on how you feel about him but you couldn’t. You knew after everything he went through on this trip he deserved happiness and if he was happy, you were okay.

But sadly his happiness didn’t last long.

- - -

“-oh I just can’t wait be king!” You sang along cheerfully as you and Peter watched The Lion King in your room, the half-eaten bowl of popcorn resting on your lap.

“I still can’t believe no matter how many times you’ve watched this you still react like this is the first time.” Peter laughed as you sang loudly, a bright smile on your lips as your tore your eyes away from the television to face him. “Hey,” you scoffed playfully, “You don’t seem me complaining whenever we watch Star Wars over and over again. This week is my turn to choose the movie so deal with it.”

“Alright, touché.” Peter nodded, nudging your shoulder as the both of you laughed. You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter at the sound of his laugh, sparks erupting in your chest at the sudden touch from him. It’s only been a week since you both came back from your disastrous trip in Europe and this was the first time you two actually got to spend time together...alone. There was part of you that still wanted to tell Peter how you like him, mentally telling you that if you don’t confess to him it’ll eat you up for the rest of your life. But the other part of you was telling you not to say anything, that if you do it’ll only cause problems because he was with MJ and he was happy, and you confessing your feelings to him won’t change anything.

“So how are you and MJ?” You suddenly asked, hoping that hearing him talk about his relationship, seeing up close on how happy he is would help you decide on what to do. “Oh, we’re doing great.” Peter smiled, his mind wandering towards the dark-skinned girl that he had a crush on for months and was now his girlfriend. “Yesterday we went on a date and I took her swinging around the city. She loved it.”

“That’s great.” You smiled fakely, hoping that Peter wouldn’t notice but of course he did. He immediately noticed the small glint in your eyes and the crinkles on your forehead as you nibbled on your bottom lip, tearing your gaze away from his. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Hey,” Peter frowned, placing a comforting hand on your thigh, forcing your softened eyes to meet his concerned ones. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing-” you tried to lie but was then cut off when Peter shook his head, causing you to stop and stare at him confusingly. “Don’t try to lie to me, Y/N. I know when you’re lying.” Peter sternly pointed out. “It’s just me. Talk to me.”

You could feel your heart beating against your chest as you stared down at your hands, trying to put your words together. “Peter I-” Before you could even properly say anything both of your phones suddenly went off, seeing that you guys both received a text from Ned in the group chat the three of you shared. The text saying in all capitals “TURN ON THE NEWS”

Without asking why, Peter grabbed your television remote and turned your guys’ movie off, changing it to the news channel. And that’s when you felt both of your hearts stop. Playing on your television was a video of Mysterio saying how Peter was Spider-Man, the video then changing into a yearbook photo of your best friend.

You turned to face Peter, your heart sinking at the sight of his glossy eyes and the frown on his lips.

The entire world now knew that Peter Parker was Spider-Man.

- - -

It’s been two weeks since the world found out that Spider-Man was none other than sixteen-year-old Peter Parker. It’s also been two weeks since you’ve seen Peter yourself.

When the world found out he was Spider-Man, Peter has been practically attached to the hip with MJ, constantly with her, making sure her she was safe. You could feel your heartache every time you could see him by her side, his hands always gripping hers or having a protective arm around her. You wondered why he never checked up on you, your his best friend and it bothered you. Did he not care about you?

You were so lost on your thoughts that you didn’t hear Mr. Delmar call you until you felt him grab your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. “Hey kid, is Peter coming soon? I gotta close shop.”

“Um,” you glanced down at your phone, seeing that Peter was already three hours later. “No, he isn’t.” You frowned, standing up from your seat and smiling apologetically at Mr. Delmar who was staring at you with sympathetic eyes. “Sorry kid, I’m sure he was just caught up with something—especially after everything that has been going on lately.”

You didn’t say anything other than gave the older man one last smile before leaving his deli store and began to make your way home. As you walked home, you couldn’t help but start to feel angry, reaching for phone inside your pocket and quickly dialed Peter’s number. You then rolled your eyes when you were sent to voicemail, like usual now.

“Hey Peter,” your voice laced with anger. “You missed our dinner plans at Delmar’s, again. You know, the one we made together when you couldn’t make it to our movie night last week.” You didn’t know you were crying until you felt your tears drop onto your arms. “I just miss you, Pete. We don’t see each other anymore, we don’t even talk. You always ditch me at lunch to sit with MJ, you don’t answer my calls and you don’t reply to my texts. Can you-” you paused, hearing a couple footsteps behind you, sending goosebumps along your skin. “Can you just please call me back? Bye, Pete.”

The moment you hung up your phone the footsteps became louder, sending your heart into overdrive as you quickened the pace of your walking.

Thinking you could escape whoever was following you, you jumped when two men suddenly came from the dark alleyway in front of you, devilish smirks on their faces. “So, you’re Spider-Man’s girl?”

“W-What?” You croaked out, taking a couple cautious step back only to have your back collide into someone’s chest. You turned around, your eyes widening when seeing another two men standing behind you. “N-No I’m not. I-I don’t even know Spider-Man-”

“Don’t try to lie to us!” One the other men snapped, one of his hands gripping onto your arm and shoving you into the dark alley, hissing in pain when your body fell onto the ground. “My boys remember that little Spider freak saving you from Adrian Toomes, our former boss.”

“And we’ve tried so hard to find a way to make Spider-Man pay for making us lose our jobs and spend years in jail.” Another man took over, pacing around you, causing your skin to turn pale from fear. “And when his true identity was revealed, it wasn’t hard to find the people he cared for to target.”

You felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach at his words. “Who else are you going after?” You questioned, your mind being filled with images of May, Ned, and—MJ.

“Right now,” the main man stepped forward, a smirk clear on his face as he pulled something out of his pocket. Your eyes then widened, filling with tears of pure horror when realizing that it was pocketknife, the bright moonlight reflecting off the sharp blade and hitting your face. “Only you.”

- - -

Peter found himself waking up at the feeling of the empty spot next to him on his bed, his mind wondering where MJ was. After a long night of watching Star Wars, May allowed MJ to spend night, only if they promised no funny business and kept the door open. She knew that ever since Peter’s secret was exposed that he became extra protective over his new girlfriend, not wanting him worry if she did leave in the middle of the night.

When Peter got up from his bed he could hear the faint sound of the living room’s television on. And when he entered the room, his eyes immediately landed on May and MJ, who were currently watching the news with tears in their eyes.

“What’s going on, May?” Peter asked out of complete worry, walking towards MJ and taking her trembling figure into his arms. “Hey, you okay?”

“Don’t look at the tv, Peter.” Was the only thing MJ said, her glossy eyes staring into Peter’s confused ones.

“Why-” Peter began to ask but stopping when he saw your photo appear on the screen of television, the next words coming out of the news’ anchor causing his entire world to come crashing down.

“-and onto depressing news, this morning a passing pedestrian came across a female body laying in an alleyway near Delmar’s Deli and Grocery. The police were on the scene at sunrise to collect any evidence that was left. The evidence that they managed to collect revealed that victim was a sixteen-year-old girl named Y/N L/N.  And from an anonymous source, we’ve learned that the girl was friends with Spider-Man himself.  Now we must ask, was this just a normal robbery gone wrong?  Or a violent--horrific act to get Spider-Man’s attention?  We may never know.”

Peter fell down onto his knees as another photo of you appeared on the screen, this picture revealing what exactly happened. Peter felt himself choking on his sobs as tears began to spill uncontrollably down his face, taking in the features of what was now your lifeless body. Seeing the bruises that covered your arms, the cuts that littered your face and clothes you were wearing that were torn apart, showing off your now pale skin. The sound of May and MJ calling out to him went faint as he soon came to realize...

He was protecting the wrong person.

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kirishima,, likes you??*headcanon bs*

**pouring love for my S4′s fav character:”))* 

disclamer- also I haven’t watched the recent 5 ep,, thus this is just raw canon,, bear w me.

how it started,, or one might call it some foreplay :))

seeing you after one year as you enter UA high two days before the school fest mADE hiM LoSE HiS sHiT. he had asked his mum to parcel the costume he needed for his performance perhaps?? instead, you brought it as a sweet surprise.

considerin’ the recent events, you began inquiring about his well being, but all he emitted was honesty, kindness and optimism,, seeing this ball of joy made you go cheerful as well

he almost forgot to introduce you, as he practically pulled you to his room to show you his Crimson Riot action figures,, that he had hidden somewhere??? 

you liked his friends,, except the one with violet balls on his head. you chuckled at the girls’ remarks as he goes on with his pervert comments. tbh, they didn’t expect him to have a girl friend, ya there’s a gap, but on recognizing you, Ashido practically pounced at you for a tight hug, even though you guys weren’t close in school, she was glad to have met an old pal as well.

secrets started unfolding that night during the sleepover, as you both talked till dawn, sharing memories, recent incidents and his cool ass quirk developments; including the recent mission/study program but we ain’t getting into that. 

one thing that for sure amazed you was his long ass training menu. Let’s not forget about the kanji signs saying, ‘fired up!’ and ‘manly spirit!’ you were a bit overwhelmed by them, huh,,

midst the exchange of meaningless insults, you vocalized his stupidly oblivious nature when it came to your obvious crush on him. his face lost colour as he heard that.

you clarified yourself by saying that it was a long ass one year ago,, but it didn’t ease the awkwardness. the heavy air almost crushed you, it was unfamiliar and then,, you go to sleep,,, ofc in your seperate dorm room. ya, it needs to be specified uk

you woke up pretty late the next day, and found no one in their dorm rooms. prolly went for preparations?? you just sigh and go off to have a bath and grab some snacks

shit lotta self doubt came your way as you basically slugged in the bed, scrolling through tumblr and basically chomping on any food in vicinity,

you lowkey start feeling that it was a bad idea to meet kirishima, and how he was better off himself. after refusing to get outta the dorm room, by evening, the guilt consumed your mind and you decided to leave without letting him know.

hun’ gotta pack her stuff now,, jk. you were in tears, cuz’ ofc, you were fucked. confessing was a legit bad idea, and staying there killed you inside,, but

kirishima walked in. he was there standing in his manly demeanour with a rose bouquet in his hand. t’was from class 1-A as a welcome gift. you could see how much he was taken a back as he saw you in tears, packing up you stuff.

you half expected him to just stand there and be his casual oblivious self, but he came forward and hugged you. he knew that you were a mess, cuz’ of that sudden confession. which reminded you of how intense and straightforward he can be at times. you close your eyes, and let the time pass.

he suddenly grabs you shoulder and moves away, as you keep you eyes on the ground. 

“look over here Y/N,” Kirishima wispered.

“no, I-I, I don’t know what to say- I mean this wasn’t supposed to happen, you love surprises and I-” sniff, “I co- meat.-”

“meat?” he asks with genuine curiosity.

“Oh- ohh shit! I forgot to give you meat balls.” You instantly look up as he starts laughing, “Shut up Eijiro, damn. I hope thay are-” but as you are about to walk towards your duffle, he pulls you towards him and-

behold the actual content lmao.

“were you going to leave w/o letting me know?” Kirishima asked

On hearing that, you visibly got uncomfortable, walked past him with you hands folded, “yes,” hoping not to get emotional,, as if prior crying wasn’t enough.

“I like you too,” Kirishima said immediately, seemed as if it was an accidental blurt. you took a rapid spin only to find that he was stern, dead serious. He walks forward and says as he closed the door, “I-I can’t keep this inside anymore. It wasn’t manly of me last night, to simply abandon your words. well, I like you Y/N.”

“ah,, wasn’t expecting that. that too in present tense.” you replied.

“yes, same he- I mean- I’ve been meaning to say this but- it was kinda hard.”

“Harder than fighting villans?” you chuckle.

“nope, i’m a hero, i got to do it to save people, as a symbol of peace and strength in society. but as a person. i decided to let my feelings die as i had to leave for UA high, if something would happen to me, it would only cause you pain. but I was wrong, you’re courageous and you had always inspired me to be strong and kind as a kid.I can’t keep avoiding this anymore.” yup those words, fuck that shit was the final nail to the coffin. 

next thing you know is that you run to him and hug him tight,, he kinda stumbled a bit but then held you back and submerged into the intimate moment.

you guys talk for a while, but then you reminded him that you gotta leave. he attempted multiple times for you to stay but u refuse, with the reason that you already told you mum that you’ll be arriving home by night. of course that was a lie.

now you think of all this in the bus as you travel back home,, i’m glad, you think. he finally knows. nothing is specified between you two, you know he isn’t looking forward to a relationship and you, you’re obviously hurt, but you aren’t unknown to the fact that you might only be an hindrance in the path to his goal.though kirishima and you have left this story on an unfinished note, you hope for a future together.

has been a while hasn’t it. lmao. expect more content soon;))

few previous headcanons i like,, 

If todoroki was ya freakin’ boyfriend (bnha)

Akaashi’s x Reader (haikyuu)

If bakugou was ya boyfriend (bnha)

orange,, part 1 and part 2

thanks for reading<3

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2:48 am ~ Five Hargreeves

Requested by @campcampie: hey can i request a five x reader w prompts 19, 27, and 42 please? if not that’s ok!

19: “You’re hot when you’re angry. Not that you’re not already really hot!”

27: “Make me.”

42: “Can you come over?”

Summary: Y/N is pissed when her boyfriend Five leaves for a mission on short notice and doesn’t bother to tell her that he’s okay

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Warnings: angst, fluffy ending, lotta swearing oops

Word Count: 1648 (4.5 pages)

Date: May 12, 2019

A/N: this is sorta an AU? where it’s like Five never really disappeared? I just thought it would work better with the plot I had in mind. Also, Five and reader are like about 18 in this. Hope you like it! Feel free to request!

2:48 am

Five Hargreeves flopped onto his bed after an all too long mission, two weeks to be exact, and was more than happy to be catching up on the hours of sleep that he's missed in that time. His so-called 'father' had forced Five and other his siblings in the Umbrella Academy to go on an out of the country mission, the second one this month. Five was not happy, to say the least, and only got worse as the four days turned into nearly two weeks. 

What was worse was having to tell his girlfriend, Y/N, that he was leaving once again, only days after he had gotten back. Because of the mission, he not only had to leave her on short notice but went completely MIA on her. He couldn't imagine how angry she would be with him once she figures out he's back. He would definitely be in for an ear full.

Just a few minutes after Five had finally been able to fall asleep, after worrying about his girlfriend, his phone starts buzzing. Five groans, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before turning to face the source of the noise that woke him up. He reaches over to his bedside table, grabbing his phone and checking to see who the hell would be calling him at such an hour. Of course, he wasn't surprised to see the name that shone brightly back at him on the screen.

My Y/N❤

As much as Five loved his girlfriend, which was a lot, he couldn't help but be a bit pissed that she was calling him in the middle of the night. And the fact that he was completely sleep deprived didn't help the matter at all. But he still swiped the accept call button and put the phone up to his ear. "Hello?" he asks her. He heard the girl sigh.

"Five, is that you?" she asks, her voice quiet, which was unusual, but he looked past it. Bad idea.

"Yes, my love?" he asks, smirking, but overwhelmingly happy to hear her voice again.

"What the fuck is wrong with you," she starts. She was pissed, and she was pissed at him. "You are so dead to me, you know. Why the hell have you been ignoring me."

"Y/N we talked about this already," Five tries to explain, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead. "Just calm down-"

"Come over, now," she said through the phone. She was pissed, for whatever reason, and Five couldn't help but smirk at her demanding tone of voice.

"Make me," he responded, leaning back onto his pillows. The line went silent before he heard her sigh again, he could tell something was wrong, but he wasn't sure what. It usually wasn't easy to piss her off, an attribute she had to pick up after years of dealing with Five and the rest of the Hargreeves siblings.

"Five, I swear to God if you don't get your dumbass over here right now I will make you and I'm not in the fucking mood for that bullshit," she starts but before she could continue Five quickly pulls the phone away from his ear and hangs up. He should have known that that is a giant no with her and pretty much every other girlfriend. But he put his phone down and walked over to his closet, pulling out one of his dumb Umbrella Academy uniforms, the only clothes he owned. 

Meanwhile, in the little apartment Y/N lived in just down the street, the girl sat on the floor in her room. Her mouth hung open as she listened to the dial tone coming through the small speaker on her phone. She felt her face going hot as she slowly took the phone away from her face, looking at the screen that showed the cute picture of her and Five on their last proper date, over a month ago. On the screen under the picture, the words 'call with My Babyboy💗👅 has ended' was displayed. The girl shot up gripping her phone tightly. "Five Hargreeves you son of a BITCH!"

Y/N could feel the all too familiar feeling of bile rising up her throat and tears forming in her eyes. She was having a panic attack. She couldn't feel anything as her hands and legs started to violently shake and tears rolled down her face. At the point, Five had teleported himself into the room, looking at the girl who currently stood back facing to him. 

"GODDAMIT FIVE," she screams as she throws her phone across the room, grabbing at her hair and pulling it before throwing herself onto her bed. "YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING ASSHOLE," she screamed into her pillow, bringing it around her head and screaming in it. 

"You're hot when you're angry," he comments, walking towards her and sitting on the side of the bed. He smiled at her and patted down her hair. "Not that you're already really hot," he continued as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her head. Y/N suddenly shot up from her bed, causing Five to stand up with her. Before he could even realize what was going on, the girl brought her hand back and slapped him across with such force that it left him in shock. He stumbled back, hands going up to clutch his cheek as he looked up at the girl who was seething in front of him. "Y/N, what the fuck was that?!"

"That's what you get for ignoring me, you dick," she growled before pushing on his chest, causing him to stumble back once more. "Do you know how fucking worried you made me? I couldn't sleep for the past two weeks knowing that you were somewhere and that you might be in danger or you might be dead." 

Five ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh. "Baby, I'm so sorry-"

"NO! Don't pull that shit with me," she yelled, walking to stand even closer to him, her ears starting to go red at the tips. "Five, don't you ever pull that shit on me again. What the hell were you even thinking? You left with no notice at all and you just go off the grid on me? I should break up with your ass right now."

At this statement Five froze up, his eyes going wide. There was no way that he could lose her. He opened and closed his mouth, thinking of what to say. He knew that she had a point and what she was saying was true. He leaned down and grabbed her hands, pulling her closer into his chest. "Babe, please. I'm so sorry, please," he begged her. Although she was still pissed, Y/N couldn't help but give into his touch and lean into him, to which he replied by letting go of her hands and wrapping his hands tightly around her frame.

"I wish I could hate you," she whispered into his chest as she wrapped her own arms around his waist. "But I know I can't live without you. You got lucky this time, Hargreeves."

Five chuckled airly, his arms going down to her thighs and picking her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. "I sure did," he smiled, kissing her temple as he walks them back over to her bed and lay down with her on top of him. She cuddled back into his neck, leaving feathery kisses on it as he raked his fingers through her soft hair. 

"I missed you," he whispered, pressing another kiss onto her hair. She lett out a heavy breath, pulling her head closer to his chest, grabbing onto his shirt. He could feel the fabric getting wet, presumably from her crying.

"I missed you too," she replied equally as quiet. "I was so worried, Five. I thought something happened," she confessed, continuing to cry. "If something had happened to you, which I thought it did, I-I don't know what I would've done."

"Hey, don't worry about that," he said, shushing her and putting the hair behind her ear. He grabbed her chin gently and brought it up so she was looking at him. "You know I'd never leave you." Y/N only scoffed, averting her eyes.

"Well that's easy for you to say because you're not the one checking your phone every two seconds hoping for a response or anything to tell you that your boyfriend is ok," she says quietly, hitting his chest weakly. "That's all I needed, Five. What the hell."

"Ok, that was a dick move, and I'm really sorry," he says. Y/N rolls her eyes, but Five could see a smile making its way onto her face.

"Yeah, it was a major dick move, you asshole," she mumbles out, putting her head back into his neck. He laughed, hugging her waist tighter and nodding her head.

"But soon, we won't have to worry about it, love," he says quietly into her hair, giving her another kiss. "Soon we'll be 18, and I can finally escape that hellhole I call home, and we can move somewhere far away from all of this." Y/N smiled at the thought of her and Five living in a small apartment together, just the two of them, finally. She moved her head to look up at him and smile, to which he gave her a loving smile back.

"Yeah, okay," she says giddily. Five takes her cheek in his hand and kisses her lightly. The kiss only lasts a few seconds, but that's all it needs to be. Y/N cuddles back into him and he holds her tightly, and that's how to two of them fall asleep that night. And in both of their minds, they're counting the minutes until they can escape.