#Since it isnt something i usually would enjoy

[reginyani]

Bed Chem | s.reid x fem!reader

summary: Derek Morgan hits you up for you and Spencer Reid, a genius FBI agent, to connect. One things leads to another, and you both have really good bed chem.

warnings: 18+, mdni, nsfw, drinking at a bar, p in v, unprotected sex, softdom!spencer, sub!reader, use of y/n, spencer comes in reader (if im forgetting something let me know)

word count: 3.2k

authors note: felt like its been 20 years since i've posted a fic, but here ya guys go!! i love the song bed chem, so this fic is sabrina carpenter themed💋. i don't really like this, but its been sitting in my drafts for a while now so i hope you guys enjoy(the smut isnt my best work im sorry!). if you did, just remember to like and reblog:)!

Spencer Reid wasn’t the type to go to bars, but when the team had finally wrapped up a particularly exhausting case and a few of them decided to head out for a drink, he couldn’t exactly say no. He didn’t mind spending time with his colleagues, but when the plan shifted from the corner booth to the bar, he felt his nerves start to rise.

Derek Morgan had a gift for getting people out of their comfort zones, and today, he’d decided that Spencer was due for a little socialization. 

Spencer sat awkwardly at the far end of the bar, sipping a glass of water, watching the team interact with ease. His eyes wandered around the room, but then they unintentionally froze when they landed on you. You were sitting with a friend near the center of the bar countertop, laughing softly at something your friend had said. There was an easy, effortless charm about you that made Spencer’s heart beat a little faster.

But, as usual, he couldn’t bring himself to approach you. His mind spun with a thousand reasons why it would be awkward— why he wasn’t the right person to start a conversation. What if you didn’t like him? What if he said something weird? What if he wasn't good looking enough for you? He ran his fingers nervously through his hair, trying to shake the unease. He tended to self-sabotage things like these.

Derek, who had been watching the entire conflict play out with a grin on his face, noticed Spencer's hesitation. He chuckled to himself, shook his head, and stood up. “I’ll handle this, pretty boy.”

Spencer glanced over, his eyes wide in disbelief and embarrassment. “What are you—?”

Derek flashed a mischievous smile, already walking toward your side of the bar. “Trust me.”

Spencer’s heart skipped a beat as he saw Derek in the corner of his eye approach you. He couldn’t help but watch the whole thing go down. 

Derek walked up with his signature charm and a smooth smile. “Hey, ladies,” he greeted, leaning casually against the countertop. “Mind if I join you for a second?”

You glanced up at him, surprised, but smiled politely. “Sure, go ahead.”

Derek didn’t miss a beat. “Thanks. So, I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room,” he said smoothly. “Especially when I’ve got a buddy over there who’s been staring at you for a while.” He pointed behind him, subtly motioning to Spencer, who was frozen in the corner of the room, clearly aware that the jig was up. Spencer immediately felt the heat of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

You glanced over at Spencer, catching his eye for a moment before he quickly looked away. You raised an eyebrow. “He’s shy, huh?”

“Yeah,” Derek said with a wink. “But he’s a good guy. Just a little... socially awkward.” He chuckled. “But I think you might make him a little less awkward.”

You smiled, intrigued now. “So what’s his name?”

“Spencer Reid,” Derek said, a little too smugly. “I think you should text him. He’ll appreciate it.”

Derek pulled out a piece of paper with Spencer's number already on it, like he had already planned this the whole time. “I’ll let him know you’ve got it,” he added with a playful grin.

You looked at the number in your hand. “Well, I’ll have to think about it,” you said, teasing Derek. “But thanks for the introduction.”

With a wink, Derek gave you a nod. “Don’t keep him waiting too long,” he said before turning back toward Spencer, who was now practically melting into his seat with embarrassment.

A few minutes passed before you decided it was time to approach him. You slid off the seat and slowly walked up behind Spencer, tapping him on the shoulder. He quickly turned around, clearly startled by your sudden touch.

"Uh… Spencer, right?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him. 

He gulped before responding, staring at you for a quick second. "Yeah…" 

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N; wanna get a drink?" You give him a friendly smile, trying to make him feel comfortable enough to come back to your side of the bar with you. 

He smiles back and nods quickly. "Yeah! Yeah... sounds good." He slides off his chair, letting you guide him back with you. You can feel his friend's eyes all on you as you walk away with him, leaving them speechless.

As you both sit down at a barstool, Spencer fidgets with his fingers rapidly. You look down to see his shaking leg and him picking his fingernails.

"Hey, it's okay. I don't bite, I promise." You chuckle, making him look up into your eyes with his own beautiful puppy eyes.

"Yeah, I know. I just… never really show my face at the bar. I'd prefer reading over this, but… here I am." he says with contempt as he slowly nods his head.

You smile, agreeing with a nod. "Yeah, me neither, to be honest. My friends dragged me out here, which I'm assuming yours did as well." you laugh.

"Yeah… but hey, I'm with you now, so…" he says, leaning his arm onto the bar countertop. You smirk.

"Your friends seem nice. How do you know them?" you ask, trying to keep the conversation as interesting as possible.

"Uh—you know... We're co-workers." He responds blandly, not wanting to reveal his place of work in case you were to get intimidated by it.

"Oh really? What do you work as?" You continue to ask him questions, pushing a response out of him. You were curious.

He hesitates a moment. "I—uh... well, I'm an agent at the Behavioral Analysis Unit," he finally says, taking a sip out of his drink awkwardly.

"FBI, huh?" You smirk, looking him up and down. "That's sexy. Do you carry your creds?" you ask, looking up into his eyes.

"Yeah… Uh…" his cheeks burn a crimson red as he fumbles around for a second before finally pulling out a foldable wallet. He opens it smoothly, holding it up for you to see. 

His picture looked nothing like how he does now. His hair smooth and slicked back with a side part, and a completely blank and pale face. 

"How many years ago was that picture taken?" you chuckle, scanning it one last time before he flips it over to see himself. 

"A long time ago." He laughs, his voice softening as he closes the wallet and slides it back into his pocket. "I should probably get it updated, huh?"

 

You tilt your head playfully, taking another sip from your alcoholic beverage. "I don't know, I think it's cute. Kind of shows how far you've come and grown." 

Spencer blinks, not expecting the compliment. He adjusts his tie nervously, his fingers brushing over the fabric. "Thank you. That's... nice of you to say."

You lean in slightly, resting your chin in your hand. "So, Spencer Reid, FBI agent," you say, your voice teasing yet warm at the same time. "What's something you don't know everything about?"

He chuckles, his lips twitching into a shy smile. "Plenty of things, actually. You'd be surprised at how much I still have to learn."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "Like what?"

He pauses for a second, as if genuinely thinking about your question. "Well… I've never really been good at small talk," he admits, sheepishly smiling. "Or, uh, anything involving this…" he gestures vaguely between the two of you, his cheeks flushing again.

You laugh softly, the sound making his heart skip a beat. "I don't think you're doing too bad." you assure him. "And for the record, I'm not much of a fan of small talk either. Let's skip it—tell me something real about you."

Spencer quirks an eyebrow at your directness, but there's something about your tone that puts him at ease. "Okay, something real about me…" He thinks for a second. "I have an IQ of 187, have an eidetic memory, and can read up to 20,000 words per minute, but sometimes I wish I could slow down, y'know?"

You blink, completely shocked by this brand new information. "I— No… I don't know." You laugh, still completely taking it in. "That's... insane," you finally manage, shaking your head in disbelief. "187 IQ? You're like, literally a genius."

Spencer tilts his head a bit, clearly a bit embarrassed by your reaction. "Well, technically, yeah. But it's not as impressive as people think. It just means I remember a lot of things. Well… everything."

You grin, leaning a little closer. "Okay, Mr. Modest. If you're so smart, hit me with a scientific fact. Blow my mind." 

Spencer's lips quirk into a shy smile, but there's a glint of mischief in his eyes now. He pauses for a moment, as if sorting through the thousands of facts stored in his mind. He looks directly at you, his voice soft but steady.

"Did you know," he begins, "that during intense physical contact, your brain releases tons of chemicals, including dopamine, oxytocin, and endorphins, which heighten pleasure and create emotional bonding?"

You blink, the corners of your mouth twitching upward as the suggestive undertone sinks in. "Intense physical contact, huh?" you repeat, tilting your head at him with that same smirk on your face. "That’s a pretty specific fact to share."

Spencer's eyes widen, his mind now racing and wondering if maybe you took that fact to offense. "I just meant… It's a common and well-documented physiological response. I wasn't implying—" 

You laugh at his fumbling words, cutting him off before he goes and spirals even further. "Relax, Spencer. I'm just teasing you." You lean back, taking another sip of your drink, your eyes twinkling. "But hey, maybe we can test that out sometime." 

His mouth opens, seemingly caught off guard. He looks at you, not sure whether you're joking or not. "Uh… yeah," he says, barely audible. "Maybe."

You smile, tilting your head a bit. "Hey, wanna get out of here? Maybe go to my place? We can call a taxi," you say suddenly, finally finishing your espresso martini and putting the glass down with a clink.

He hesitates for a second, looking back at his coworkers with an open mouth. "Uh… Yeah, sure. I don't see why not." 

The ride back to your apartment is quiet at first, with Spencer sitting stiffly beside you in the back of the taxi, his hands fidgeting in his lap. You can practically feel the nervous energy radiating off of him, and it makes you smile.

"You alright over there, genius?" you ask softly, tilting your head over to look at him.

"Yeah," he says quickly, too quickly. He clears his throat and glances at you, his lips twitching into a sheepish smile. "Sorry. This is just… not exactly something I usually do."

You nod slowly in understanding, trying your best to make his discomfort fade away. "No judgment. I don't either, to be honest, but you seemed too interesting to leave back at the bar."

This earns a laugh out of him, and his shoulders relax a bit. "Well, uh… thanks." 

When the taxi finally pulls up to your apartment building, you pay the driver and lead Spencer upstairs. He follows closely behind, his eyes darting around as he takes in his surroundings.

"This is a nice apartment complex," he says as you unlock the door and step inside, gesturing for him to follow.

"Thanks," you say, flicking the lights on and setting down your bag on a nearby chair. You toe off your shoes and look back at him. "Make yourself comfortable." 

Spencer hesitates for a moment before awkwardly shrugging off his coat and hanging it on the back of a chair. He stands there for a second, unsure of what to do, until you notice and step towards him.

"You don't have to look so nervous, y'know," you tease gently.

"I'm not nervous," he replies, though the slight tremor in his voice was surely nervousness. 

You tilt your head, studying him. "You're a terrible liar, you know that?" 

His lip stretches into an upward shy smile.

"So I've been told," he admits.

You laugh softly at his words, and you gesture towards the couch. "Sit down. Do you want something to drink?"

He shakes his head, making his way to the couch and sitting on it stiffly. "I'm alright. Thanks."

You sit down beside him, close enough to brush shoulders but not so close as to make him uncomfortable. For a moment, there's silence, and then you glance up at him with a playful smile.

"So… want to share another one of those scientific facts of yours?" you ask, leaning slightly closer to him.

Spencer chuckles, his shoulders loosening as he meets your gaze. "Only if you're ready for it." 

"I'm ready," you say, settling in and giving him your undivided attention.

He thinks for a moment, then smirks slightly as he chooses one. "Did you know that the human brain processes the sensation of touch faster than almost any other sensory input? It’s why even the lightest touch can feel so intense."

You raise an eyebrow, the corners of your lips curving upward. "Is that so?"

He nods, his confidence growing as he begins to explain. "It’s because of specialized nerve ending called mechanoreceptors. They send signals to your brain almost immediately, making touch one of the most primal and powerful ways to communicate."

You hold his gaze, letting your hand grab his cheek. Now your voice is soft but laced with curiosity. "And what exactly do you think touch is communicating right now?" 

His breath hitches slightly, his gaze flickering down to your arm as it reaches his face.

"I think," he says, his voice quieter now, "it’s.. saying a lot."

"Good," you murmur, leaning in just a little closer, "because I think I like what it’s saying."

Spencer’s eyes meet yours, wide and full of something you can’t quite put into words. And for the first time all night, he doesn’t hesitate, and in one swift motion, his lips are crashing into yours.

  The kiss started off soft and warm but quickly grew heated. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. You could practically feel his nervousness melting away as you two continued, replaced by confidence. Gone was the shy, awkward man from the bar.

You tilt your own head, your fingers sliding up to his head, tangling in his soft hair. Spencer's breath hitched at your touch, and he let out a quiet whine that sent shivers down your spine. For someone who looked and sounded to be inexperienced, he sure as hell didn't make it seem like that.

When you both pulled away, it wasn't forced, it was synchronized. You searched his face, cheeks flushed with a deep pink, and his eyes watery as he stared into yours. 

You both stood up from off the couch and pressed your lips together once again. But this time, it was slower, as you savored the way his hands gripped your hips.

 

Spencer broke the kiss this time, looking at you before saying, "Where's your bedroom?" You smirk, grabbing his hand and leading him to your bedroom before slamming the door shut. 

When you both finally make it to your bed, you lay down, him on top of you as his lips trail down your jaw to your neck. "God, you drive me insane, Y/N." He murmurs, his words muffled against your skin.

You tilt your head back, groaning as his lips continue to work against your skin. "Fuck, Spencer…" 

His hands fumble around your body until his fingers finally catch onto the zipper of your dress. His fingers quickly move to unzip it, then skillfully move to take the straps off your shoulders. You whine in disappointment as he takes his lips off of your neck to slide the dress down your body and off at your legs. He throws it somewhere on the floor before quickly going back to press his lips to yours.

You squirm as his fingers graze over your lace panties, practically teasing you in a place you need him most.

"Spencer…" you let out, huffing audibly. He quirks an eyebrow, the erection in his pants growing by the second.

"Yes, baby?" he coos, his fingers continuing to trace circles on your panties.

"I need you..." You whisper, embarrassed at your own neediness. He smirks, pretending to not hear you.

"You what? I need you to speak up for me," he teases, and this drives you mad. 

"I need you!" You yell in desperation, tired of the teasing. "I want you to… fuck me," you mumble, looking up into his eyes.

"Didn't exactly take you as a begger, Y/N," he snickers, continuing to look down on you. "But all you had to do was ask." His hands swiftly move to his pants, quickly unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He pulls them down, still stuck on his thighs.

He looks down and slowly moves your panties to the side. "Already wet, huh?" he teases. He then grabs your legs and swings them over his shoulders. "Ready?" he asks softly. You nod your head, squinting your eyes shut. 

When the tip of his cock hits your entrance, you squirm slightly, getting out a small whimper. "Oh, god…" you murmur.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, he slams into you, making you let out a loud yelp as he continues to slide his cock in and out of you with swift movements. He groans, the feeling of your warm pussy making him throw his own head back. 

"Holy shit… you're so tight, baby…" he says breathlessly, the loud sounds of heavy breathing and clapping filling your bedroom. "Look at me," he demands. "I want to see those pretty eyes of yours."

You follow his command, your watery eyes looking into his wide brown eyes. "Fuck, Spencer… right there!" you're practically yelling at this point.

Both of your bodies are moving at the same time, practically glued together, stuck together like magnets as your body bounced on his cock. Your hands gripped your baby pink sheets harshly, knuckles turning white as you arched your back.

"Sweet girl… 'm going to come." he warns, breaking eye contact with you to throw his head back once again.

You finally feel relieved, knowing you were chasing your own high. "'M almost there, baby. Oh, god…" your voice cracking between each word, warning him of your own orgasm.

As you begin to rock your hips, you finally moan, "Come inside me, baby! Please, yes, please!" and that, finally drives him over the edge. 

As your body starts to give out, you and Spencer release at the same time. Feeling the warmth of his release spilling inside of you as you both moaned in one synchronized motion, making your own orgasm feel even better.

When he finally pulls out, his body collapses next to you, both of you breathing heavily as you try to catch your breath. You turn your head to look over at him, smiling softly.

"Well, I guess you can say you seduced me with your scientific facts," you admit, laughing lazily, which earns one out of him as well.

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[maxxiemoa]

~Snotlout x reader Pt 1~

An: Guess who went to the theater again to see httyd. MEEEE! Guess who has a little crush on Gabriel Howell. ME!

Summary: Snotlout is being his normal big egoed self. But ever since hiccup and Astrid got together he promised Hiccup he’d stop flirting with Astrid. But of course that meant Snotlout had a new object of affection, you.

Sfw

Snotlout was a real Viking. Big, loud, and egotistical. You’ve seen the way he throws himself at girls. He flexes his muscles and waits for them to swoon. You didn’t find him appealing. He was too arrogant. Despite this you still hung out with him. He was friends with your friends so it’s not like you could really avoid him.

As usual while you were sitting in the mead hall with your friends Snotlout came bashing in showing off the huge fish him and hookfang caught. Hookfang could probably eat it in seconds flat and just like that it would be gone and Snotlout would have nothing more to boast about.

You didn’t so much mind his need for attention as much as you minded the way he expected the attention. Like it was his right. You knew his father didn’t pay him much attention but it still bothered you that Snotlout would pout and throw a fit if he didn’t get the attention he wanted.

He came over to the table that Astrid, Hiccup, Fishlegs, the twins, and I were sitting at. I didn’t bother to look up from my stew to see where he would sit. I pretty much knew his routine. Sit right next to Astrid, flirt with her, get punched, and waddle over to sit next to the twins.

You felt the spot near you get warmer and realized that Snotlout sat down next to you. Why you? His spot is next to Astrid or pouting next to the twins. Why is he next to you? And why is he so close? You could practically hear his heart beating.

“Snotface why are you so close? Do you mind?” I slide over on the bench to create some distance between us.

He lets out a sad “hey” at the name calling but just slides over to meet my side again.

He smells of fish and sweat. If he was on the other side of the table that would still be too close. “Snotlout please, you smell like fish. If you wanted to sit so close to me you could have at least washed.” I groan at him attempting to shove him over on the bench. But to no avail. He once again scoots closer. “I give up” I say throwing my hands up. I get up and walk out the doors of the hall.

Later in the day I go out to the big hill that looks over the village, its a nice place to relax. I was drawing up some fun armor for my dragon and just enjoying the way the wind feels blowing on my face and through my hair.

Suddenly a big gush of wind hits me. The strong flap of hookfang’s wings nearly knocks me over. “Snotlout what are you doing?” I ask not so much caring as I am just looking for an explanation to why my nice afternoon is being so rudely interrupted.

“Hiccup said you hang out here sometimes” he says like it’s obvious.

“And you are here……because…..?” I try to my best to not jump on his head and wrestle him to the ground for being so annoying and self centered.

“I wanted to see what a pretty girl like you was up to.” He shoots me a smile and slides off of Hookfang. “So what are you doing? Reading?” He points to my sketch book. “Ohhhh drawing. I didn’t know you could draw” he plops himself down next to me. Thankfully he isnt practically sitting on my leg.

“Yeah I come out here to get away from it all and just create. Sometimes I just doodle and sometimes I draw up some armor that hiccup helps me make.” I’m not quite sure why I’ve decided to tell him all of this but I chalk it up to assuming he won’t leave me alone if I ask.

He leans over to take a look at my sketches. “Woah! Those are really cool. Do you think you could draw hookfang and I up something?” I giggle and agree. I can’t help but notice he smells much better than early. More fresh and less like fish. “How was fishing?”

He shoots up from his spot next to me and he is beaming. “It was great. Hookfang and I found this spot by the beach and there are tons of fish. They are much bigger than ones I’ve seen before. There are also a few shiny colorful ones. We didn’t want to fish them because they looked so nice swimming around. I can take you to see them. It’s dark but I can take you in the morning.

“Were there any fancy red fish?” I ask him patting the spot next to me.

His eyes light up and he takes a seat. “There were! There were mostly some orange and purple ones but there were a few other colors. I think I saw a pink one but hookfang called me crazy.”

I’ve never really seen this side of Snotlout before. He was calmer and passionate. Like he really wanted to share with me rather than boast.

“So said you could take me to see them in the morning?” I say wrapping my arms around myself. The wind has started to go from cooling to chilling.

Snotlout moved in a little closer and offered up his body heat. “Hookfang and I will come by your house in the morning. You should bring your dragon too. There are plenty of fish to eat.”

I lean into his side and take in his warmth. “Yeah. Sounds like fun..but can we head back to the village. It’s starting to get really cold up here. “ he nods his head and we start walking back to the heart of berk.

The next morning I hear knock at my door. I wipe the sleep out of my eyes and shuffle to the door. “Hmm, Snotlout it’s still so early. Why are you here so early?” I ask with my eyes half closed.

“I thought seeing the sunrise on the beach might be nice or whatever” Snotlout looked around the house and picked up my childhood toy pony. “Who’s this?” He asked prancing her around.

I laugh at his playing “Thats stargazer. My mom made it for me when I was little.” I take it from him and put it on my bed. “So are you ready to go see the fish?”

“Sure am” he put his arm around me and guided me to where hookfang was. “You wanna ride with me princess? Hookfang is like a seat warmer”

“I am going to ride my dragon…but thanks for the offer Snotlout” I duck out from under his arm, pat hookfang on the head, and hop on my dragon.

Once we arrive at the beach hookfang bucks Snotlout off his back. After he got up out of the sand he ran over to me and offered me a hand off my dragon. “Wow what a gentleman.” I take his hand sliding off my dragon and straighten out his helmet. “Does hookfang always throw you?

“We are just practicing an emergency escape plan incase we ever have to split up really fast. Hookfang would never throw me off his back on purpose. He respects me” just as Snotlout said that Hookfang huffed and knocked him over with his wing. “Bad hookfang! There will be repercussions for this!” Snotlout shouts with sand all in his hair.

I laughed a little bit. “Oh hookfang you naughty dragon”. I helped Snotlout up and brushed the sand out of his hair. “Hmm. I don’t think I’ve seen you without your helmet. You actually have really nice hair Snotlout.” I say still brushing the sand from it.

“Yeah my hair is pretty awesome isnt it. You can like totally play with it whenever you want or whatever.” I could feel his ego starting to drop.

“You wanna show me the fish now?” I ask walking over to the water.

He walks over to the edge of the water and points to a shiny purple one. “That one is nice but it’s not as nice as the red one we saw yesterday”. I hang off of Snotlouts arm and wiggle with excitement. He turns to me and says “I’ll make sure you see a red one.” I smile at his determination and take a look at the beach. The way the sun is coming up above the water is beautiful. “Snotlout look” I point to the horizon.

We watch the sunrise as we look for the pretty fish in the sea. Our dragons are playing around and getting to know each other better. Snotlout and I have taken a seat on some rocks near the waters edged. It’s just high enough to look right over the water without feeling like we will fall in. But even so he has an arm wrapped around my back just incase.

“You are really nice company when you aren’t worried about impressing people. Why do you care so much anyways?” I say leaning on him a bit more.

“I don’t care. People should just know how cool I am. I’m a great Viking” he puffs out his chest flexs his muscles and nearly knocks me off the rocks. “Snotlout!” I loose my balance on the rock but he quickly grabs my hands and I regain my balance. “I almost just cracked my skull opened on these rocks because you are so worried about how you appear to others.” I scoff.

He sighs and doesn’t look at me. “I just want people to know I’m strong. Youve seen my dad. Hes a great big ol’ Viking. Hes tough and nothing can take him down. He doesn’t do feelings, he makes people fear him. I need to be just like him. I want him to be proud of me.”

I feel bad for him. He shouldn’t have to beg for his father’s approval but I just wish he would be his own person. Just act the way he truly wants to. “Snotlout. You don’t have to be your dad. You are different from your father. You train dragons. You are apart of Berks best riders. You are known all around the village. You are Snotlout and you are impressive in your own way.”

Tears well up in his eyes and he try’s to blink them away but to no avail. I hold his face and wipe the salty tears off of his face. “It’s ok to just be you Snotlout. People will like you for who you are. Not for who you are pretending to be.”

[thebettertraiaad]

sweet victory note; I know this sounds corny but its a highschool au!! mascot!damian x reader

this was stupid, so fucking stupid. he thought dancing along with the band march waving around the school flag, at least his face didnt show to see his murderous scowl on his face, he was forced by the teachers and the encouragement of his father to join extra activities other than the art club, well the last time he joined a sport he still was treated poorly so why not be the mascot that had their face covered? he was only a bit glad no one saw his face, since he had to do overly flashy moved like doing the cartwheel and splits while waving around that stupid pole, the crowd in Gotham high was many; parents, teachers and students, Alfred taking a video of the dramatic march before it was time for the actual a sports event. the only enjoyment he did have was seeing you, and how his mask hid his usually intimidating face, it was refreshing seeing you without that uniform off, besides those shorts you had on were nice- "you really need to stop ogling me mutt." your voice snapped him out of his thoughts as he scoffed, even with the mask on his voice could still be herd, if not a little muffled. "as if your much to look at." he quipped back, you couldnt help make a face. sassy as always it seemed, typical. "must be hot in that suit, not to mention its a hot day." you were only saying that to get a glimpse if him without it, all your attempts were failures since he either had only the top part on when changing or too many boys in the changing room which was irritating. "dont worry so much." "what about those ice cream stands?" suggesting before he shook his head. "what about lemonade?" ehh, sure why not. its also the perfect excuse to see his face! "hm sure, my treat." It was in the middle of the sports event, while you were busy thinking of what his face would look like, since you only seen the bottom part before- the last thing you ever expected for him to have abs since what normal highschooler has abs?! he was thinking it was something else, he mistaken your little banters as flirting and he surprisingly reciprocated, he saw it as more of a date. he totally isnt smitten at all!!

of course you spent all day trying to look at his face and he was quick to notice, he just wanted to tease you for a bit while not drinking the lemonade yet whilst you both were looking out at the other students enjoying and playing in the sports even. "are you always so keen in looking at me, hm?" he finally called you out on it making you scoff trying not to make it so obvious as you looked away, biting the tip of the straw. "no I wasnt!" "what a load of bullshit. whats so interesting about my mask huh?" it wasnt his mask dammit! you might as well tell him, shaking your head letting out a defeated sigh. "its not your mask.. I just wanted to see your face since I wanted to at least talk to you without it, maybe out of school...?" it was so humiliating how embarrassed you were! not to mention the sheepishness of your tone like some flustered girl admitting fault. he couldnt lie he had been trying to hide his face on purpose as well. "its okay if your ugly under that costume--" that made him scowl at your words. "hey! Im not ugly, fine I'll take off the costume if your so curious." taking the costumes head off, finally revealing his face to you, well he wasnt lying, he was far from ugly and how it made you nearly choke on your lemonade. "Damian??" at least you knew his name, but you looked so surprised it was almost annoying. "yeah, shocker I know."

"no its not that! I just didnt expect mister doom gloom and top marks to be the schools mascot." of course you recognized him, the Wayne and also top student. "calm down with your insults, besides it wasnt my choice."

"I know, I mean I couldnt imagen having to dance and twirl around such a hot ugly costume either." and that made him smack the back of your head ever so lightly, making you yelp in surprise before looking at his glare, there wasnt really any malice of bite to it. "I do not twirl like some ballerina." "obviously! ballerinas are beautiful and graceful and your far from that."

the ends of his lips couldnt help but twitch, trying not to smirk, he had to give it to you that your wit and comebacks were a little funny. "hmph, maybe we should have properly had our date properly more than school events." now that made you pause, a date?? you were confused, since when did the two of you started dating? well sure you were single right now but did he ever asked before? it was confusing. "since when have we started dating?" finally asking, he also looked rather dumbly confused as much as you. "huh?" "well I do like you! but I was just a little confused-- Its not like I said no or anything like that!" you did like the mascot guy and damian but you just never knew they were the same person! "oh, I must apologies. I just thought since you and I purposefully seek out each other that it meant I was finally able to woo you and that this stage was the courting stage." you were both such dumbasses, you couldnt help laugh a little with how ridiculous this all was. "so this was our unofficial date?" he couldnt say anything but nod, looking away at you from embarrassment at how you both seem to misunderstood in someway. "so are we still going on the date?" "yes." he said it a bit too quickly, he was a bit happy you liked him back even if you two 'dated' without the two of you really knowing. at the end of school he might as well be skipping with how weirdly giddy he was yet it didnt show, the drive back home made him feel like he won a war that never even happened, he was just happy that he finally had some guts to tell you that without having to give up ques. @juan1dupree23 I didnt have an idea so ignore the last part since it was a little confusing, I didnt know how to make the ending😅

[kismetlotts]

Kinktober 🎃 day one: Thigh riding!

cw: thigh riding, dry humping, reader is bratty, mention of food and eating, mentions of spanking, mentions of oral sex, public sex, mention of horror films, mention of male and female masturbation, dominant Simon, breast play, reader and Simon have banter (he isnt just a nob)

Simon Riley who had never really cared or enjoyed going out to the cinema. So what a new movie you want to see has come out- are you that impatient, you can’t wait and watch it home but instead spend a stupid amount of money on overpriced popcorn and drinks just to be in front of a big screen? And not only that but surrounded by other people who are chewing- rustling sweet packets and slurping on their straws- laughing loudly at moments that aren’t even funny and sitting way too close to each other? No, he absolutely hated it.

“Simon please! I’ve been wanting to watch this horror film ever since they revealed it was being made! Please can we go?” You’d asked him, eyes almost glossy with tears from how hard you’d been begging him. Your shoulders slumped and eyes full of hope when he throws his head back with a sigh, how could he say no to his pretty girl?

It was date night after all, the two of you usually did something romantic together. The idea of date night was perfect at first, you’d gone bowling, star gazing, played card games, you’d even roped him into a karaoke night somehow- but now it was usually a nice meal out before coming home and fucking for hours. Now don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t complaining about it, the food was usually good and the sex was incredible but it could get a bit repetitive. A change could be nice- even if he hated it.

“Fine but get a seat in the corner at the back. I don’t want to be near people.” He grumbled as he opened up his phone, finding the website and passing it over for you to book. You whined, throwing your head back in annoyance like a spoiled fucking brat and Simons jaw clicked. If he wasn’t so irritated by the fact he was being forced to go to the cinema, he’d stand up and make you lean against the wall. His hand spanking your behind so hard it would leave a hand print because you know better than to act like this. You know better than to act like a child.

“But Simon! We won’t even be able to see the screen! No one ever sits at the back!” He looked up at you, his eyes darker than the sky outside, as he crossed his arms, biceps pretty much spewing out of his t-shirt as he stared, coldly, at you.

He was already pissed off you were wasting money to go see something you could watch together. Curled up on the sofa, in a warm blanket as he passes you a warm hot drink he’d made. There was no way you could convince him to sit in a middle seat surrounded by other people. He blinked slowly, waiting for you to speak but you just turned away.

Huffing as you booked the seats in the far left corner, last row and turned back around. You passed him his phone back before you ran upstairs to slip on some decent clothes. Changing out of your pyjamas and into something comfortable, pulling your hair up and out the way before rushing back down stairs to find your shoes. Simon looked you up and down, his eyebrows furrowed at your outfit and you froze.

“What?” You asked but his eyes remained on your body before slowly looking up and locking eyes with yours. It was clear there was something on his mind from how focused he was on you, how he was trying to read your every move, looking away quickly and back to his phone.

“You not going to get ready?” He asked and you let out a small laugh. Was he actually serious? Did he think that you were going to come running down the stairs in a long red cocktail dress, makeup done to the nines, heels and a matching handbag to watch a horror movie in a cinema? You shook your head, slipping into your trainers as you spoke.

“It’s a cinema Simon, not a formal event. You need to be comfy in order to enjoy the film. Do I nod look good?” His eyes fell down you again and fuck, how could he allow you to go out dressed like this? Your thighs looked perfect in your tight black leggings, they sculpted and shaped your figure so well and that baggy grey hoodie which was originally his made you look incredible. As much as you suited long beautiful dresses, makeup and hair, you dressed so effortlessly made it impossible for him not to chub up in his jeans.

“Yeah, you look stunning. How’s about we get goin’ then?” His voice was gruff as his body emerged from the chair he was dominating, his figure towering over you as he reached for his car keys and headed out. You let out a smile before following him to his car and sliding in the passenger seat as he drove.

When you’d arrived, you’d managed to talk him into letting you buy a large box of popcorn and two drinks, despite him saying how much he didn’t want one. The two of you had found your seats, sat in the corner as you began to tuck into your snacks already, grinning like a happy little girl while Simon sat beside you, sulking- scrolling on his phone. You frowned at him about to tell him to ‘Grow up’ when the movie started.

You’d gotten about halfway through and the popcorn and your drink was already gone, and instead of eating you sat anxiously watching the film. The jumpscares making you leap out of your seat meanwhile Simon just laughs. You were impressed how little he flinched, figuring it must have been the fact he’s used to loud noises in the military, but actually it was because he wasn’t paying attention the film. The light from the big screen shined down onto the material of your leggings, his body warmed with hunger.

He wanted to be between your legs right now, he wanted you to trap and squeeze his face between your thighs as he devoured you. Hoping you wouldn’t let him breathe or let his face go until you came on his tongue, his little bratty baby who can use him however she wants. He’d spoil you, he’d spoil you so good.

His eyes traced up the curve of your tits in his hoodie, it was only a subtle little curve due to how big it was on you but fuck, it was enough to get him throbbing in his underwear. His hand instantly palming himself through his jeans before a grumble of annoyance left your lips.

A pair of two, a woman and a man, had just snuck in, squeezing by people watching the movie before sitting down in the seats in front of you. The man’s head was quite tall and blocking a heavy portion of the screen for you and you groaned leaning in next to Simon.

“I cant see.” You’d whispered and Simon snorted, looking back at the screen with a smirk, hand now placed at his side despite his urge to start stroking his cock.

“Well you’re the one who wanted to come.” He teased, the back of his head hit the top section of his seat, his eyes glued to the screen, just to let you know he had a perfect view and you bit your lip in rage. Not only could you not see the film you’d wanted to watch for months, the guy who you dragged along and begged to come had a perfect view. He didn’t even want to be here!

“Well you’re the one who picked where we sat!” You spat back out to him, keeping your voice quiet as you sunk back into your seat, watching what you could of the screen because the more you bickered, the more of it you missed. Simon laughed as he remained in his position, eyes flickering from the screen to you and despite the banter, his heart tugged slightly.

You did want to watch this film, as much as he hated cinemas he knew how much you loved this film franchise and it was a shame to spend all this money on the both of you not having a fun time. His arm swooped around your waist tugging you towards him, up and over the arm rest between you and into his lap. Your eyes went wide, head turning to face him him.

“What are you-“ But before you could question him, he kissed your lips, a smile on his own as he looked into your eyes, leaning in again. His mouth found your ear as he quietly whispered.

“Just enjoy the movie, love.” And with a deep breath you smiled, turning your attention back to the screen and getting lost in the film again. It was easy for you to just sit back and relax, eyes running over the screen as you watched it softly. Perched up in Simons lap, completely obvious to how hard Simon was fighting for control. How hard he was fighting the urge to push you back over to your seat and fuck the living hell out of you.

Your ass was pressed nice and neatly against his length, he was sure if you decided to move a slight bit, that you would be able to feel it and it was making him a madman. His hands rose to your waist slowly, diving beneath the fabric of your hoodie, feeling the smooth warm skin in his hands, squeezing it and rubbing it slowly. His head fell to your shoulder, watching the moving from there but he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last.

“Simon?” You’d whispered as that was his limit reached. Hearing you whisper his name back to him had him breathing heavier, his hands digging into you as he pushed you back against him. Your eyes widening when you felt him under you, feeling his body brush against yours sent sparks to your pussy. The movie was a distant memory all of a sudden as you moved your body forward and against him. Rolling my hips in subtle movements.

A groan left his lips but instead of keeping you on his cock he lifted you slightly, placing you on his thigh. Bouncing his leg a little underneath you, wanting you to please yourself, as your skin flushed in the dark. You shouldn’t be doing this; not here. There was over 20 people in the room and here you were, riding against his thigh like a whore but it felt heavenly. The friction was addictive against your clit, warm, melted- like drowning hot honey. Your head flew back and Simons hands raised to your tits, pinching your nipples through the bra and squeezing them tightly to keep you needy.

“Keep going, be a good girl and hump my thigh.” He whispered, watching in awe as your hips rocked faster. Your eyes unfocused and hazy, while your mouth hung agape. You could feel your pussy throb inside your panties and the urge to stuff your fingers down your leggings was unbearable. It was so wrong- but it felt so fucking right.

You rutted against him faster and faster as one of his hands left your tits and instead grabbed your cunt through your clothes. His thumb finding your clit instantly and he circled it through the fabric: watching your orgasmic expression while your body twitched. When he withdrew his hand you flipped around facing him, grinding against him while looking deep into his eyes.

Suspenseful music played through the speakers of the cinema, and a laugh left your mouth at the timing. The louder it got, the closer you felt. Simon picked up on this gripping your waist eagerly, helping you rock against him while he praised you. People clutched their popcorn buckets and closed their eyes in fear while you threw your head back, until screams echoed the room and a moan left your lips.

Collapsing back into Simon as your chest rose and fell, your cum gushing out your hole and dampening your panties shamelessly- you probably leaked through your leggings too either how wet you were. Simon smiled to himself, kissing your neck long and hard as he held you close, his touch comforting and sensual as he calmed you slowly. Letting you come down from the high he gave you before chucking.

“Maybe cinemas aren’t the worst thing ever..”

[harukyuu2]

+:ꔫ:﹤ O-one more time! - Mogari Shishikuno﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ

!! - First kisses with this boyy <3, small scenario, gn reader, i love him, pls dont take it as suggestive (didnt mean to write it like that😭), silly guy discovers kisses and becomes obsessed

ꔫ - After another succeeding mission with the club, you decided to spend the night in the haunted apartment of Mogari. Why? Because he hurted himself fighting the ghost and he might have dramatized it a little so you would worry for him and in fact, take care of him in the night! (Stupid plan recommended by Zaki, probably inspired in a romantic novel.)

With the dinner ready, the conversation never stopped. Between laughs and the distance closing for itself between you two, you ended up feeding the injured boy. His head on your lap as you bringed bites of the food into his mouth, he opened it eagerly and always made the "aah" sound for you, he teased you once or two with the possibility of bitting you— but he wouldnt, he couldnt hurt you.

"Mogari! Stop it!" - You drawl with a whine when his fangs brushed against your fingers, they were pretty sharp in reality!

He leaved a laugh, that stupid grin never leaving his face "Alright, alright! Dont get mad! I like this..." - He murmured the last part.

Did the other members knew that it become something normal between you two that you feed him while he rest his head on your lap? ...Probably not. But did they knew that Mogari was ten times clingier with you and was always looking around to find you? Yeah— they are tired that he doesnt confess.

It was weird of him, well— he was weird already for lots of people, but its actually weird seeing him so...soft more than his usual goofy side. Mogari hummed, his lips staying more than necessary on your fingers as you landed another bite. A silence formed between you two, even if it was comfortable— it was unusual for Mogari to just shut up around you, what was he thinking of?

"Its weird of you to stay silent, could it be that someone isnt enjoying the food?" - You jokingly said, for a split second you saw him a little serious, but keeping that softness before he leaves a snort— not a complete laugh.

"You should kill me if one day i dont enjoy your food!" - He simply responds, evading your gaze once again, even his answers were too short.

Your mouth opened slightly in surprise. You had already told yourself a dozen times that this was weird— Mogari never stayed this calm, or this silent, or looked like he was deep in thought.

You were about to ask him what was wrong, but your gaze connected with his, and he was quicker to speak without thinking—almost as if he was going to say something else but accidentally blurted out something different.

"I love you." - Mogari says breaking the silence, surprising even himself since you noticed how his eyes widened with yours.

At your shocked silence, Mogari thought he fucked up and made you uncomfortable— well, of course! How could you feel the same when his moves were always doing stupid shit around you? From what Eugene told him, people usually try to flirt— but he's really bad on that. He sitted on the bed quickly, almost hitting your head with his as he rubbed his neck nervously, he felt exposed.

"Ah-! Sorry, you know how i am! Ha, ha...! i was joking, trying something i saw on internet— i feel good! i mean, why i wouldnt i—" - You inturrupted his nonsense blurt pressing a soft kiss into his lips, he wouldnt stop talking if you didnt do that.

It was soft, clumsy— at first he freezed not knowing how to correspond, until Mogari just melted against you. Time passed more slowly, it felt like a fever dream— how did you two even manage to do this so quickly? Seconds ago, kissing looked like something far from now, but here you are, kissing the dummy boy you like. Neither of you questioned the quick way you two got to kiss, that small confession— a wrong move coming from a nervous Mogari, gived him this lovely consequence of getting a kiss, in his silent bedroom...He hopes its not a dream.

Mogari didnt give you much space every time your lips separated; he stayed just a breath away from yours, only to quickly dive back after murmuring a soft "One more time" not even giving you the chance to answer. He loved it. He had never had a girlfriend before— kisses were something completely new to him, and they were delicious... addictive, even. He wanted to learn; he was eager to keep kissing you— trying to figure out whether you preferred quicker kisses or slower ones, deep or soft ones. Honestly, by now, he thought he liked every kind of kiss... as long as they were with you.

Mogari continued it eagerly, totally forgetting his act of being badly injured, his bandaged arms coming to pin you against the mattress without a bad intention. Once he separated, totally out of breath, you leaved a laugh at his half-lidded gaze

"Werent you injured loverboy?" - You ask with a teasing expression, your eyebrow questioning his false act even if your cheeks were just as red as his.

Mogari blinked surprised, seeing his bandaged arm for a moment before grinning at you for getting caught in his stupid act. He leaned down to brush his nose against you, an eskimo kiss. "Well, dont people say kisses are magical and heal everything? I guess thats what happened!" - He jokingly said, but you could notice how soft he got compared to his usual energetic side He sighed, and a small silence passed between the two of you once again before he looked at you intently, his eyes shining in the darkness.

Murmuring into the calmness of the night, as if it were a secret meant for you and only you, one of his hands came up to cup your cheek, already guiding you slowly toward his lips.

"Can we kiss one more time...?"

[leannswritings]

HII, ive read both of your seong je fic's and i love them so much, i remember being at the verge of crashing out bc all of the other fics were basically pure assault and then i found yours 😭😭 you truly are a savior, could i request a fic where reader matches seong je's freak but has some mentalheath issues , reader has been holding in all her emotions for a while and was begining to lose hope in herself and while she and seong je were goofing around or doing something reader finally bursts and has a break down (she has never shown this vulnerable crying/depressed side of hers to him), i hope this isnt too much 😭✋

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Syn : this may be your last day with seongje

Warnings : NOT PROOFREADING! Mention of mental health, suicidal thoughts, angst

Word count : 1.8k

A/N : I HOPE I GOT THIS REQUEST RIGHT ! I’m so glad people are enjoying what I write, so thank you so much for reading omg 🫶🏽. This is my 1st or 2nd time writing angst so this may not be good so please let me know what I can fix next time around !! Enjoy

You were no stranger to anyone. Your beauty, your short temper, and well known boyfriend that fit you perfectly made you well known. You were looked up to by some of the union members due to your methods of work, “seongje part 2” in short. Those were the only things people knew you for, not knowing anything about your life, how you got into the union, or even if you were a student.

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Music leaked out of your headphones, the moon shining down against your skin, smoke blowing out of your mouth.

You looked up at the bright glowing moon, wondering what life would’ve been like if things were just a little different. Lately your mind has been all over the place, you’ve struggled with your mental health since you were young but lately it seemed as if you were relapsing back into those dark times. Life was always against you in every shape and form, leading you to where you were now. You wondered if you did better in school– no. If you weren’t raised the way you wer–no, what if you weren’t even born in such a family would you have had a better life?

Better mental health? Better friends ? A chance to go to college? All these thoughts crowded your mind, a constant reminder that you were never and never will be good enough for the things you desired so much. The oh so little things seemed so big and crushing. You slowly wondered if you should just end it all. Should yo—

You looked down at your phone to see seongje was calling, you quickly cleared your throat and tried to clear your mind before answering.

“Hello..”

“Where are you? I’m at the Internet cafe you said you would play with me and the guys tonight.”

“Oh. I’m already on the way, I just lost track of time I was taking care of something.”

“Something or someone? Hey just get your ass over here alright? We’ll play a game you like.”

He hung up the phone after quickly saying that, you decided you shouldn’t just leave him waiting for you, you started walking before catching a cab. Giving you enough time to fix yourself up in your phone camera and clear your mind.

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You arrived outside of the cafe, you inhaled before heading inside.

“Mrs. Keum is here”

One of the union members playfully said as we you walked in, you raised your hand in a motion to hit him playfully before pulling back. You walked over to seongje and giving him the usual shoulder touch to notify him that you were here and sat next to him.

“You should leave the game you’re playing, you’re getting your ass whooped anyways.”

You mocked him, you knew he would never fail at a game unless he was new at it, which he hated trying new game for that same reason. He quickly closed out of the game.

“I was done anyways.”

He said with an attitude.

“You should stick with your usual, it fits you better…”

“Shut up.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how upset he was over a game. It was funny how quickly your feelings changed, from being down in the dumps to laughing at a guy upset about a game.

“Let’s play a few rounds? I wanna go out after this.”

You said to him as you elbowed his arm.

A few rounds turned into..a lot? You both sat there for hours, the setting sun when you got there turned into dark night. After finishing your unknown round you picked up your phone to check the time.

“Oh shit. Hey let’s get out of here I wanna do stuff before everything closes”

You quickly turned off the computer and stood up, said bye to the familiar union faced,and went outside quicker than it could register in seongjes brain.

He soon followed after you.

“ I want to go to an arcade..or maybe a photobooth..and uh–“

“That’s random.”

Seongje stared at you with a slight smile, maybe even an awkward one, it was weird for you to ask to do things like this. You never asked to do anything extra but he said nothing more when you grabbed his hand and started forcing him to walk in the direction you wanted to go in. You didn’t say much to him on your walk, you just held his hand that he placed in his pocket. Soaking in the sweetness of the moment.

The next couple of hours you enjoyed your time yelling at him during arcade games and laser tag, arguing over who won and who cheated during the games, trying to play clearly rigged claw games to win cute keychains and plushies. The feeling reminded you of the sweet spring air, the blooming flowers, and the crowded streets. Everything felt just right. The last stop for the night was a photo-booth, which seongje didn’t take seriously, either not posing or making odd poses behind you, the last picture on the strip catching a kiss. Soon after you both left, walking in the direction of your home.

“Seongje.”

He stopped walking and turned his head waiting for what else you had to say.

“can I go home with you?”

The truth was. You didn’t want to go home, you knew if you did, your mind would just consume you again, and you didn’t know what would happen if it did.

“Why even ask?”

Seongje said in a smug way, walking towards you before wrapping his arm around your shoulder, before turning away from the path of your house.

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At seongjes place you continued to play games, you sat on his bed while he sat on the floor between your legs, his head resting against your thigh. The talking and laughter between you two lasted for hours, up until one question was asked.

“What would I do without you?”

You knew he wasn’t genuinely asking, you KNEW he was talking about the game you were playing, yet those words echoed in your mind. You started to feel worse than earlier, you were contemplating leaving this life behind, yet you never thought about seongje. What WOULD seongje do alone? You didn’t think about how he would react? How he would look at the moon differently? How he would play game differently? How he would act with the union? Seongje was also the only one in your messed up world you cared about so why didn’t you think about him?

You started to cry, you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want to act this way in front of him, you didn’t want him to see you act like a huge crybaby, but the more you tried to not cry the more the tears came out. You couldn’t see the game anymore so you put down the controller.

Seongje turned around after seeing you weren’t playing anymore and were sniffing. He just sat there staring, he wasn’t used to you seeing you cry, let alone upset? He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know how to comfort you. He quickly stood up in panic and looked around for anything he had to comfort you or at least wipe your face.

He ran out of the room and quickly returned with some tissue before sitting next to you trying to remove your hands from your face so he could wipe your face.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?”

You looked up and looked in his eyes

“Seongje..”

You choked out before putting your face into his chest and continued crying. His hands were up in the air, he didn’t know what to do, the only time someone cried in front of him is when someone owed him, but never for anything else. He tried to search his mind for something to say. His hands finally went to your back, patting it.

“What’s wrong..? You can tell me. I promise I won’t get mad?”

He said softly. He thought you must’ve done something really wrong if you reacted this way, but usually if you did something wrong you would just argue about it, or just pretend you were in the right anyways. He wasn’t sure what to think or do.

“I’m sorry. Seongje I really am, I was gonna leave you alone. I wanted… to leave you here alone.”

“What.”

Seongje was in a shock, he knew what you meant, but he didn’t want to believe it. He wanted to believe this was a way for you to say you were breaking up with him, quitting the union, or just moving away. He wanted to believe any other outcome, he didn’t know you were struggling, and he didn’t want to believe you had gotten this bad without him knowing anything about it. He didn’t want to imagine what would’ve happened behind his back, and he would’ve never knew you were struggling.

“I’m just. Tired. Really tired. I don’t know what’s going on recently, I don’t know what triggered this. I don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t know what I want, I just feel like there’s no place for me.”

“That’s ok.. it’s ok. You don’t have to have the answer for anything, but you just have to keep going.”

He had no clue what to say but his mouth started moving before he knew it, trying to push out anything that could fix your freshly cut wound.

“Everyone struggles, that’s how we got here didn’t we? We can get through this together. You don’t have to hold everything in and keep it to yourself. I know I’m not the best at this type of stuff but I’m always here for you.”

It’s funny, a guy who usually crushes spirits trying to uplift someone else up.

He didn’t know what he was doing but it was working, you thought it was funny to see him ramble in anyway he can to comfort you. For the next few minutes you kept your head in his chest before his next ramble, this time making no sense. You lifted your head up and looked at him before laughing at the confused yet worried expression on his face.

“You look silly”

You said before wiping your eyes

“Says the one with snot coming out their nose.”

He rolled his eyes before taking more tissue to wipe your face.

“Hey. After this, promise to tell me when you’re upset? I don’t want to lose you. Seriously.”

“Promise.”

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That night..or early morning you laid in his arms, telling him all your worries and your history with your mental health. How far it went last time and the last time you struggled this bad. He learned another side of you then. How his tough lover was someone who struggled by themselves, he was thankful you were so strong, he was glad you made it this far, he was glad that he met you. He promised to himself in the future that he’ll be there for you, whatever it was. Work for the union, Giving someone a beating, or just being there for you in your hard times.

He was going to be there.

[d1s1ntegrated]

I liked your “first time making out with Shigaraki” it was really cute would it be alright if I may request one with Spinner instead?

If you don’t do spinner stories or headcannons than that’s fine i understand. If not him than Dabi would be fine too😁

um. what the freak...JK! YEAAAAAH spinner needs sm love ill do u one better, ill do both AND remake shigaraki's here too since this ask is old (im so sorry it takes me lightyears to answer my inbox)😏

first time (+ song!)

-> first time making out hcs for the league boys: s.iguchi, t.todoroki, t.shigaraki (with an added song suggestion for ~immersion~)

cw: language, light smut, tension, smoking, heavy petting, etc

this isnt proofread lmk if there are typos IM SORRRYYYY

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t.todoroki- as you sow. by Reaper (heady)

dabi's first time kissing you was actually soft, almost nervous

(he has since then gained the confidence to manhandle you.)

he didn't think you actually wanted to- you both sat in his room, on his small shitty bed, smoking out the window late at night. at that point, you'd made this a habit with him, it was the one moment of peace you both got each day.

it was always calm here. just the sounds of cars passing by, music droning softly from one of your phones usually- just to keep the "vibe". even in the small room, on a shitty mattress, you enjoyed your time together in easy silence.

sometimes though, you'd feel his eyes rake over your form- you'd play it off as a casual glance, but the way your body warmed at his jeweled gaze...it made you question things later at night. but you never brought it up.

the haze of smoke blankets the room heavily, catching flickers of the neon city lights from a distance. it always did look pretty out here, even from the run-down hideout.

one night, he opened the pack of cigarettes with a frown. you sat on his bed, looking into the box- just one left. maybe staring a bit would make another appear.

it didn't.

it was far too late to run out for more now, and you were both tired. you looked at him and pulled the dart from the box, nodding to him to light it. reluctantly, he presses his thumb to the end, a small flickering blue light singeing the tightly-rolled tobacco.

you bring it to your lips, taking a long drag with closed eyes. you bring yourself closer to him, cupping his cheek gently. "open your mouth," a small fluttering of smoke follows your words, and his eyes widen only slightly. hesitantly, his lips part.

as you're exhaling the smoke, he's breathing it in. you repeat this, his sapphire eyes falling half-closed as his heart races.

you're not even an inch away, your noses keep grazing each other as you swap smoke. each drag brings you closer, until he gets tired of it.

he brings you into his lap, muttering something about "wasting precious smoke", and you snake your legs around him.

the cigarette burns down to it's last hit, and you press the tip of it to his lips. he takes the final drag, his chest rising against your hand.

you mimic him now, parting your lips slightly, and he blows the smoke slowly into your mouth.

as you inhale the tail-end of the smoke, he grabs your face and leans in, pressing his lips into yours softly.

there's a taste beyond the smoke to his lips, something akin to citrus and mint.

you slip your tongue into his mouth, the smoke now billowing around the both of you as your breathing quickens, his hands gently tangling in your hair. you wrap your arms around him, emitting a soft moan from the man as he tastes you.

his hands are warm, but they're also much softer as they hold you. gentler. as if he's cautious- or holding himself back.

the heat rises between the both of you, and you graze your nails into his back gently.

he cant stop himself now. he pushes you down against the mattress, and you watch as the city lights catch his eyes before he peppers kisses down your jaw and neck, his hands dug into he bed on either side of you.

his kisses are purposeful, but not aggressive as he envelops you, and from there... the rest is history.

it becomes an unspoken rule between you two that you share one cigarette from now on.

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s.iguchi- words drowned by fireworks. by Nobuo Uematsu (ffVII OST)

you and spinner had bonded unusually well. you spent all your free time together.

you'd always sit next to each other during meetings, played games together (sometimes with shiggy- that cockblock lol), would even read manga or novels quietly together late at night on the old couch, huddled up to each other for warmth.

but...he genuinely didn't know why.

one night, he asks you bluntly, "why do you like me so much?"

he wasn't trying to be like that. hell, he just wanted to know why here, of all places, he had more friends than he ever did outside. especially with someone like you.

because to him, you were farrrr out of his league. you're ambitious, proud, strong...pretty. and he explained this to you, under the glow of the game start menu, big ruby eyes shining with apprehension.

and when you grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, his heart jumps. and slowly, he clasps his fingers against yours, little claws brushing against your skin.

and you tell him everything you like about him. his courage, his loving nature, his jokes... all the fun you two had gaming and hanging out...how he became a warmth in cold places. god, you could go on.

but his head still hangs low, nervously chewing at his lip, messy orchid hair falling around his face a bit.

you shake your head, knowing you can't explain it any better than that. well, you can, but...no, fuck it.

you grab at his jaw, pressing your lips firmly onto his.

he's surprisingly soft. his skin, well- his scales- is a pleasant texture. smooth and supple. there wasn't a good way to describe it, but you liked it.

a lot.

god, and he smells so nice. its kind of tropical, like coconut and sandalwood, a warm bonfire on the beach almost.

meanwhile, he's overcome with feelings of shock, excitement, bewilderment. his nails dig further into your hand as he leans in, not missing the opportunity to finally fucking kiss you. after months of pining, trying so hard to just be friends.

everything is so soft, so gentle, and yet you cant help the pounding in your heart as you realize what's happening.

his tongue darts into your mouth without thinking- he just wants to taste you more. wants to be closer. you fall back into the couch as he brings himself above you. its a bit rushed, a bit shaky, but you can tell he's trying so hard to be "chill".

much like shigaraki, spinner is pent up. he's never done this before, he's so nervous, he's so turned on, oh my god... and so he presses himself firmly against you, against better judgement, unable to control his racing thoughts.

as you both pull away for a breath, you trail your fingers down his spine, his tail swinging slowly as he smiles down at you, blushing heavily.

"is that enough of an answer for you?"

"no, no, i think i need a little clarification" he smiles as he leans back in, not at all giving up this moment.

from now on, every time you hear that opening theme for that game, you get turned on.

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t.shigaraki - sex & super smash bros. by KYLE (beautiful loser)

(remake- check out the og post here!)

if there was one thing tomura was good at, my god, it was pissing you off.

he'd deliberately tease you all the time by hiding your things on tall shelves, stealing your snacks and clothes, basically laying claim on all of your items.

the worst of it was when you watched him as he entered your room, grabbed a hoodie from the hanger, put it on in front of you, and left without a word.

"shiggy, what the fuck, give it back!" you shout at him down the hall as he slumps back towards his room.

"nope, i'm cold and all mine are dirty."

"so go do laundry, you weirdo!" you grab him by the hood before he has a chance to close his door, and he chokes a bit with a laugh as he stumbles backwards.

he finds amusement in your frustration, and mocks you further as he turns around, wrapping his arms around himself to prevent you from stealing the hoodie off his back.

"what are you gonna do, noob?" he makes a stupid face as he laughs, and you huff and try and grab at the hoodie.

"come on, dude, you're gonna get all your gamer stink on my clothes" you fake whine as you chase him, his lanky figure handing him an advantage.

you've got him now- he's cornered in the hall. you lunge and begin to wrestle, eventually tumbling onto the floor in the hallway. you shriek as he tugs your hair, and you pinch his side tightly. the sound he manages to make is barely human, and you laugh a little too hard, letting go and falling into him.

he laughs, his raspy voice lightening as he squints up at you. "you're such a sweat. you own like, eighty hoodies anyways."

you scoff and roll your eyes. "stop fucking around and just give it back"

he shakes his head and challenges you further, his crimson eyes batting up at you with a smug look. he wiggles his fingers as if casting a spell, "you want me soooo bad, oooh." he does his best to keep a straight face as he continues, "you want me, so now you're begging me to take my clothes off oooh".

"they're MY clothes, shig!" you argue as you start pulling the hoodie strings.

he doesn't give a fuck about what you're saying, cause he just keeps going. "you wanna kiss me sooo bad. you're in loveee with me"

yeah, no, he's right. but he doesn't know that-he's just trying you to give him your usual "ew, fuck off" response, and leave him be. too bad now, because you decide to fight fire with fire.

"yeah, you're right." you retaliate, pressing your lips into his before he has a chance to respond. he hiccups in panic, his breath hitching in his chest. his breath is heavy with the taste of energy drinks- its sweet, its actually kind of...nice?

but he was clearly panicking, because his lips are pressed so tightly into a pout, it's kind of pathetic. so you pull away, gauging his reaction-he didn't like that you stopped. he pulls you back in, this kiss hungrier, his lips parting to push his tongue into your mouth desperately.

when you pull away to catch your breaths, you both stand and he drags you into his bedroom, pressing you against his door. he grinds against you with a soft moan, the sounds of his discord chat still going off on his headphones. oops!

when you finish making out (and he's definitely ruined his sweatpants) he asks you if you were serious.

"no, of course not. yes, you fucking idiot."

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thank u for the ask <3 sorry its taking me so long to respond to these, im trying my best lol! but this was fun, hopefully spinner isn't too OOC,, tbh they prob all are oh well

[joostsblog]

i loved to be desired sm omg. Could i request a joost x reader where reader is partying with joost and friends. they meet ski aggu and are chilling and they tell ski that they are super into joost but joost isnt into them and they are sad about it. The ski aggu makes it his mission to make joost jealous to get them together and there is a lil angst but reader and joost end up together and making out.

loved writing this request!! i love shy!joost in this, hope you enjoy!!❣️❣️

is this as good as it gets? ~ joost klein one shot

My masterlist here ✨💌

Pairing: Joost Klein x female!reader (also Ski Aggu x reader if you squint ig)

Description: When you almost lose all your hope getting with Joost, Aggu proposes an interesting idea to get the two of you together.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: title and also vibe inspired by as good as it gets by fizz so i highly rec giving that song a listen! again, you can still send in requests 💌

Warnings: consumption of alcohol and cigarettes, not proofread

You should write Mel a thank you note, really. For one because she always lets you crash at her place whenever you visit Berlin (which happens to be very frequently, actually) but also for tagging along to her party nights with her Berlin friends which also include the famous German rapper Ski Aggu and his dutch friend Joost who you couldn't seem to keep your eyes from. Ever since you first met last time you were in Berlin (which was only three weeks ago) you were crushing on the man - hard. And suddenly you were pretending you knew more about music than you actually did just so you could try to hold a conversation with Joost. And you stepped out one time too many to smoke a cigarette with him when you usually smoked maybe two cigarettes within one year. And overthinking whatever you should wear to go out with Mel and all her friends without even knowing if Joost was gonna be there that evening as well.

And when you decided to visit Mel again just three weeks after having been the last time ("Already?"), maybe Joost was a deciding factor as well. You didn't even know if he was gonna be in Berlin around the same time as well but you were in luck when you and Mel walked into the bar and you could see Joost's figure sitting beside Aggu. You tried to play it cool as you greeted everyone and finally got to Joost.

"So nice to see you again," you said earnestly as you both hugged.

"Likewise," Joost said and gently rubbed your back. You hoped that he wasn't just being polite and actually remembered you.

You were also in luck when there was a free spot beside Joost which you could take as you tried to casually open a conversation with him, talking about whatever the two of you had been up to in the last few weeks. You talked about his hometown, your hometown, why you were visiting Berlin so often and how you were thinking of moving here. You could tell that Joost was taking interest in the conversation and by extension you, but it wasn't enough for you. You knew that you wanted Joost in other ways and you wondered how and if you could persuade him of you.

"I'm getting a new drink," you announced. "Does anybody want anything?" you asked and hoped Joost would say something or offer to come with you to the bar.

"Actually, I'll go with you," Ski Aggu offered instead.

"Alright," you smiled and you two headed off to the bar.

The bar was incredibly crowded and you could already tell that you would have to wait a while until the bartender would get around to take your orders. You leaned against the counter.

"So, does Joost visit here often?" you asked and immediately regretted it as it came out way too obsessively as you had intended to. Aggu laughed.

"Why do you want to know?" he asked amused.

"I don't know, just because I don't live here as well," you tried to casually explain.

"Yeah, well, he's working on new music currently, so he comes here a lot," Aggu said and paused as he seemed to contemplate for a moment. "Joost is cute, right?" he tested you. Blood rushed to your head.

"I suppose," you shrugged nonchalantly.

"Nah, come on, he's very cute, we can agree on that," Aggu pushed jokingly.

"I imagine most girls would agree," you said.

"Maybe, but I'm talking about you," Aggu said and poked your shoulder as he said the last word. "Do you think he's cute?" he asked again. "Or sexy or dreamy or whatever?"

"Yeah, I think Joost is very cute," you blushed. "Is it obvious?" you asked.

"Well, I think Mel mentioned how you're not a smoker when we first met and suddenly Joost is here and all of a sudden you're out with him for a smoke every hour or so," he teased and you hid your face behind your hands in embarrassment.

"Oh god," you groaned.

"Nah, come on, it doesn't matter," Aggu said. "Nothing to be embarrassed about," he insisted and removed your hands from in front of your face.

"Yeah, but Joost definitely doesn't like me," you explained with a saddened expression on your face. Aggu raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know that?" he inquired.

"I don't know, I just feel like he's deliberately treating me like a friend, you know, in a very platonic way only," you tried to explain. "Like he's very persistent about me just being a friend - if that," you said. Aggu looked sceptical.

"Listen, I don't know if Joost likes you back but I do know that he's a little awkward about flirting and expressing his feelings and whatever," he said. "He might need a little help to push him along," Aggu said with a knowing smile. You looked at him with a confused expression on your face. "You can say no to this if you want, but I have an idea for us," Aggu said and you nodded, indicating for him to keep going. "What if we both do a little thing to make Joost jealous?" Aggu proposed and your heart started racing.

"What do you mean?" you asked.

"Let's just try for tonight to spend a lot of time together, laughing a lot, sitting very close to each other, touching, flirting and just rubbing it in Joost's face that you're having a great time with me?" Aggu explained. "In fact, I saw Joost looking over at us standing here a few times already," Aggu pointed out and you looked over to the table where all your friends were sitting and as your gaze crossed Joost's eyes he immediately averted the gaze and looked in another direction. "We've got nothing to lose, either way the outcome, we'll just have a fun evening together," Aggu concluded.

You contemplated Aggu's idea for a second before you decided that he was right - you had nothing to lose. Aggu obviously was a nice and handsome guy so you wouldn't mind having a fun evening with him as well.

"Alright, it's a deal," you said with a smile and extended your hand before Aggu took it for a handshake.

"Alright, let's start with me buying you a drink," Aggu grinned and moved to stand closer to you. You casually rested your hand on Aggus bicep as you kept talking until the bartender finally took both of your orders.

"Is this okay?" Aggu asked as his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you.

"Yes," you said and you wondered whether Joost could see you right now, what he would feel at the sight of you two being so close to one another. "Thanks for the drink," you said and cheered your cup to Aggu's after you got your drinks.

"Scoot over," Aggu directed Joost as you got back to your table. You could read a confused expression on Joost's face for just a second before he darted his eyes back and forth between you and Aggu quickly. As Joost moved over from his spot Aggu could now sit beside him and you could take your seat beside Aggu.

As you were talking with Aggu you made an effort to seem careless and laugh at every joke he made, softly grazing his arm if the chance occurred or bite your lips as you watched his face. It took everything in you to look to the left of Aggu to check on Joost. You were so desperate to see whether he was fazed by your spiel. But you knew you needed to ignore him for the time being. Aggu took the biggest leap so far when he casually wrapped his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him as you giggled.

"Alright, I'm going for a smoke," Joost announced almost immediately after. Aggu's arm dropped from your shoulder as you both had to move over to let Joost out of the booth. After Joost got out he stood there for a moment looking down at you with a blank expression. Did he wait for you to join him for a cigarette as you always had in the past? Surely not, you thought before Joost turned around to get outside alone.

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Joost leaned against the wall outside as his cigarette was slowly nearing its end. Usually, you would be leaning against the wall beside him as well and he would intently listen to whatever story you were telling him, always grateful that you were so good at making conversation. If it weren't for that fact you might as well would have never talked to each other. And although Joost tended to be a little quieter around you, he was hanging onto every word you said. The truth is, Joost was a little shy around you because you mattered to him. Because he liked you, he was way too afraid to mess something up. So he stood back instead.

But now he was cursing himself for doing so. Because apparently now you had enough of him and instead you were attached at the hip with Aggu. And the situation was made worse by the fact that Aggu was Joost's friend. He was annoyed at Aggu for snatching you away from him but he knew he shouldn't feel angry and instead be happy for his friend.

Joost flicked his cigarette to the ground and stumped it out before he decided to get back inside. As he looked over to the table where you and your friends sat he caught your gaze. You were sitting on Aggu's lap, your arm wrapped around his shoulders. Joost stood still, the sight really making him not want to sit back down beside you. Aggu leaned into you and whispered something into your ear as you were still looking over at Joost who couldn't hide the sad expression on his face.

Joost felt uncomfortable and looked down at his phone before he decided to step out again instead of sitting back down at the table. Time for another cigarette or just maybe go back home already. As Joost lit the cigarette in his hand, the door to the bar opened again and you stepped out into the cold.

"Hey," you said softly.

"Hey," Joost replied with a nod. "Want one?" he asked and held out his hand with his pack of cigarettes. Your arms were crossed in front of your body because of the temperature. You looked down at his offer before you declined.

"You know I usually don't smoke," you admitted.

"Really?" Joost asked with a raise of an eyebrow. "That's news to me," Joost said although it really shouldn't come as a surprise to him as he noticed that you never carried your own pack of cigarettes.  

"I know," you laughed. "Are you having a good evening?" you asked.

"Not really," Joost admitted honestly.

"How come?" you asked and Joost didn't answer. Instead, he just shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. You could feel an aura of sadness radiating from him and you suddenly felt really bad for the spiel you and Aggu had been doing tonight. Although you still didn't know how Joost felt about you, you wondered if you had somehow contributed to his bad mood tonight.

"How long are you staying in Berlin for?" Joost asked after he released a puff of smoke.

"Another two days," you said. "You?" you asked in return.

"'M leaving next week," Joost said. "You should come back soon," Joost tried nonchalantly, giving you a sign that he cared about you in some way.

"You think?" you said with a smile.

"Yeah, you're fun to have around," Joost said.

"Well, I'm sorry if I haven't been around you tonight a lot," you said earnestly.

"It's fine," Joost said. If he had the confidence of Aggu, Joost would only have to take one step forward to engulf you in a kiss. "Can't blame Aggu," he said and immediately realised the implication of his words. He looked up at you again and saw a smirk on your face.

"You know me and Aggu aren't actually-," you tried to explain. "We're just friends," you said and Joost could feel a blush creeping on his face.

"Oh?" Joost said.

"Yeah, I'm interested in someone else actually," you said.

"Oh," Joost stated.

"If only he would notice already," you said and looked Joost deeply in the eyes.

"Maybe he's too shy," Joost offered.

"He doesn't have to be," you said and stepped towards Joost. You reached out for his hand and took the cigarette before you put it to your mouth to take a drag. As you let it fall to the floor Joost slowly and carefully reached out his arm to your hip without actually laying his hand on there. You stepped just a little closer until his hand touched your hip and you were standing so close you had to look up to him. "He could just kiss me," you said and it wasn't long before Joost leaned down, his hand finding the back of your neck, and his lips attached to yours.

You approvingly hummed into the kiss. Joost's lips tasted of beer and smoke but it was a divine taste to you as your lips started moving against each other in sync. You rested your hands on Joost's chest where you could feel his calm breathing. Joost's hands tangled in your hair as your lips parted to taste each other on your tongue. Your head was spinning, heart racing as you finally got what you had been looking for since the night you first met Joost.

As you pulled back from the kiss Joost cupped your face and looked down at you with a sheepish grin on his face.

"We should've done this way sooner," he stated.

"That's what I've been saying!" you laughed before you leaned back in for another kiss.

[ellie722]

Sevika headcanonsᯓᡣ𐭩

𐙚 Hello!! This is not my usual type of post,and I’m not used to sharing the stuff I write for myself with others but my friend convinced me to!

𐙚 Warnings: None,just lots of fluff! I’m not sure what setting this would be in,but I guess you could count it as canon if nothing went wrong..?

ᝰ.ᐟ Sevika who literally DEVOURS books day by day,like one day you would get her a book she really wanted and the next day she’s yapping about how amazing the ending was,she didn’t have bad eyesight before but since she’s doesn’t drink as much she finds herself with nothing to do so she starts reading,something she always wanted to do,and after reading so much,day and night,her eyesight started to get damaged,it’s not just the books also the age and the stuff she’d been exposed to while working for Silco.

ᝰ.ᐟ Sevika who still has all her old clothes,all her teenage stuff is packed away in the wardrobe and sometimes she takes them out to remind herself what once was.

ᝰ.ᐟ Sevika who actually likes it better without the heavy metal arm,of course when she out and about she has no choice but to wear it,thugs are lurking around the corner everywhere,but when she gets home the first thing she does(after throwing her boots off) is detach her arm and throw it somewhere in the living room corner. She’s actually pretty good with her balance and can do almost everything with only one hand,of course the stuff she can’t do she’ll ask you for help.

ᝰ.ᐟ Sevika who has a pickup she stole from a music shop years ago,it still works and surprisingly well,after a while when you get bored of all of her jazz and sappy music she let’s you play your own shit on it,your vinyl collection isnt that big but she appreciates your taste.

ᝰ.ᐟ Sevika who’s not as neat and tidy as she could be,she tries her best,but folding clothes with one hand is pretty hard,so she just shoves them in her closet,and moping and vacuuming is pretty hard too,so she gets herself one of those ting vacuums that work themselves,she trips over it a few time but gets used to it.

ᝰ.ᐟ Sevika who’s eyes sparkle in the dark,majestically so. She doesn’t know how it happens or that it even happened before you pointed it out,she said it probably something to do with the moonlight and becaus her eyes are grey,but it’s so beautiful. Also kinda scary when you get up to get a glass of water and Sevika comes after you all quiet and when you spot her you have a little heart attack seeing those two big sparkles.

ᝰ.ᐟ Sevika who journals because she’s scared of age catching up to her. She writes down every little thought about you,and all the loving moments she has with you along,she also writes reviews about the books she reads in there,it’s not like anyone reads them.. but she enjoys writing her opinions somewhere.

Sevika who actually starts enjoying life alongside you. 😽

[luvseisagi]

— not too much, just enough.

ft. michael kaiser x reader. wc. 4k

summary. on endless nights that feel like drowning in your own mind, you know michael kaiser is the only one who truly understands. content. gn!reader, no pronouns used. established relationship. hurt/comfort, toxic relationship turned healthy. mentions of emotional manipulation and gaslighting. kaiser had a redemption arc (so ooc because hes super sweet). reader is dealing with mental health issues —depression, anxiety, self harm in a way (nothing explicit) + has avoidant attachment style. other than that, i think it could even be fluff. author's note. i had an episode and i was sad as fuck so i wrote this cause the only character i think would really understand it is kaiser since he's had it even worse. so yeah. here you have !

𝜗𝜚 english isnt my first language, so any corrections or advice are highly appreciated, as well as feedback (please) ! enjoy

the room is dark, the air so hot its difficult to breath, yet so cold it chills you even under the pile of blankets. the blinds are still up, window cracked open, but it's past midnight. no moon tonight, so nothing but the faint light of your phone screen on the bedside table illuminates the closed space.

you’re sitting on your bed, back against the wall, legs crossed. your pajamas stick to your skin, uncomfortable, but you have no strength left in your body to change clothes, too drained to move or even adjust the blankets over you.

you tried to sleep, because you feel exhausted, but your mind doesn't seem to want to cooperate. your eyes are wide open, and from where you are sitting, you can see all the notifications on your phone —a reminder of all the messages you’ve been ignoring.

today's been a rough day, but you don't even know why. you didn't do anything. didn't even leave the house, or your room —not today, not the whole week. so why do you feel exhausted? why does it feel like the worst day of your life, if nothing happened at all?

you did nothing but rot in bed for hours, gathering the very little strength you had left to drag yourself to the bathroom, splash some water on your face and eat whatever you could find in the kitchen that didn't get you nauseous just from the smell. and even that had been a struggle.

you are not fine. 

actually, you haven't been fine for a long time now. however, u are able to ignore it most of the time —your busy everyday life has you distracted enough to avoid the dark thoughts, usually. but there are times when it’s just too much.

when everything's too much is when you feel absolutely nothing.

you always say you are a pretty logical person. it's one of the things you like about yourself: always taking in every perspective, always finding rational answers for your emotions. that's why these episodes hit so hard —they don’t make sense. you can’t even grasp them, can’t analyze something you can't understand. it drives you crazy. it makes you want to cry.

it chains you to your bed for hours, for days and even weeks —when silence becomes too loud is when your mind can't quiet down.

and still, all you feel is emptiness. 

a soft knock on the door is the first sound to fill your room in days. it startles you, and you flinch.

"are you there?" 

the voice on the other side of the door is low and sweet, almost honey in the way it slides so easily from under your door to the edge of your bed. 

your throat feels dry for not speaking for days. 

there's no answer from you. you can't grasp even a trace of your voice.

"i'm coming in, okay?" 

you don't say anything, but he doesn't need you to reply. the door opens, and your boyfriend enters the room.

"hi, love. i've brought you dinner, in case you’re hungry. and water too." 

you can only watch him in silence as he walks in, setting his bag down on your desk —the food is there, you assume, given the smell. 

you swallow, but at least you don't feel the urge to throw up. the way your stomach growls, you're pretty sure hunger won this time over anxiety.

“here."

he hands you a bottle of water after opening it for you. is cold, and it calms the itch on your skin for a moment.

"thank you." you manage to mumble, avoiding his gaze. 

he's seen you in so many ways —completely naked, just waking up, ugly sobbing, and sick and feverish —but for some reason, embarrassment gathers on your cheeks when he sees you like this.

it's not that you don't look good. it's that you look vulnerable, and broken —and you hate it.

you manage to take a sip of water.

"wanna talk?" he asks then, sitting beside you on the bed.

there are no sheets, the pillow is on the floor, and you have nothing but the blankets over you and other things you didn't care to set aside scattered on the bare mattress —your headphones, the phone charger, the laptop with no battery because you didn't want to get up to plug it in. one of his hoodies is there too, wrinkled and tear-stained. you had taken it off in a heat attack that had left you choking on air last night. or maybe this morning. you are not sure.

one of his hands goes to your arm then, and caresses your skin softly. that brings you back to reality.

"i don’t know." you tell him, answering his question. "i mean, i can talk. but i don’t know what to say. i don’t know why this is happening.”

he stays silent. meanwhile, the tips of his fingers run down your arm until they reach your wrist. then they stop —he waits for you to be the one to grab his hand.

you do it immediately, but when he squeezes it to confirm you that he’s there and he’s not going anywhere, you flinch.

kaiser raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t say anything. his gaze shifts down to your hand, and, even though he knows what he’s going to see, he feels his chest swell with worry at the sight. he sighs quietly.

“love…”

“i know. i’m sorry, i… i didn’t…”

you try to let go of his hand, but he’s grabbing it firmly —enough strength to keep you from letting go, enough gentleness to avoid hurting you.

so you pull your knees up and bury your face between them. short flashes of pain run through your whole hand when kaiser brushes your knuckles with the tip of his fingers, skin red and purple throbbing under his touch.

it’s not the first time you do this, nor the first time he’s found you like this —alone in your room, gaze lost in the darkness, purple knuckles covered with dry blood and traces of a red stain on your wall. you swallow, a wave of shame flooding your throat, chest and stomach. 

you don’t know how to excuse yourself, how to justify that pain is the only way for you to feel alive, like you’re still there, sometimes. —when reality is so distorted you need something, anything, to anchor you to reality. 

luckily, you boyfriend doesn’t feel the need to say anything. he just holds your hand, and brings his other hand to your cheek. slowly, his fingertips caress your cheek, index and thumb holding your chin delicately. he tilts your head up slightly, and waits for you to look at him.

when you lift your eyes to meet his, you feel your whole soul breaking.

michael kaiser’s beauty is breathtaking, and right now, the sadness in the depth of his blue eyes knocks all the air out of your lungs. 

and that hurts even harder than saying anything.

because you can deal with him scolding you —you’d just nod, fake that you’re listening, and start a new day as if nothing had happened—, you can deal with him telling you he’s disappointed, that you shouldn’t do this to yourself, or whatever people would say after finding out about it.

but he doesn’t do that. he just holds your gaze, eyes locked on yours while he caresses your cheek with his fingers. and then he places a gentle kiss on your dry lips.

a salty tear forms on your low eyelashes, which releases it on michael’s hand. a crystal-clear drop runs down the back of his hand, his wrist, and ends up spilling onto the blanket.

he kisses your cheeks, now wet with your silent crying, and your heart shatters just a little more.

kaiser knows more about pain than anyone in this world —and you know it. even so, he thinks nothing could ever be as painful as watching you cry in front of him.

if someone told you that you’d be in this situation a year ago, you would have called them crazy. your relationship with kaiser had been complicated from the start —the flirting and the teasing were fun until real feelings got involved, and neither of you knew how to manage them. becoming an actual couple and learning how to love each other had been a very long, thorny journey.

at first, he loved you so much it pleased you —he was sweet, thoughtful, gentle. he brought you flowers after your shifts, welcomed you home with dinner and very expensive wine, wrapped you in his velvety robe at night and covered your body with kisses.

you weren’t really dating, but everyone in your lives thought you would end up in a relationship sooner or later. the few times a month that you could see each other, due to your schedules, were truly the best days of the week —like coming back to a five star hotel where you could fully relax and empty your mind.

but a five star hotel, even though beautiful, is not a home. the exclusivity becomes boring after a while, when it stops feeling like a gift and becomes something that’s just there. all the time.

you started to lose interest, and he realized it pretty quickly.

so he loved you even harder —loved you so much, it scared you. 

kaiser became obsessed with you, needy for your attention —throughout his life, he had been used to being the one in charge of the relationship. the one his partners depended on, although it was him who really needed them. and he had never had a problem with using the worst, most toxic traits known to humanity to practically force them to stay with him, convincing them that, without him, they would be lost forever.

you weren’t like that.

if he didn’t reply to your text for a couple of hours but post on social media, you would ignore him for a few days. if he told you he was hanging out with other people, reminding you on purpose that you weren’t dating yet to make you jealous, you would just answer with a “fine, have fun” and show him you didn’t really care. if he canceled your plans at the last minute, you would just take a walk alone and send him some pictures.

so he tried the opposite approach, but the result was the same —when he tried to shower you with affection, buy you presents, take you on expensive dates or just cancel his whole agenda to spend the entire day with you —you’d tell him he was being a bit too much and you needed space.

none of his old methods were working on you —not the intense lover behavior, which was supposed to make you fall irremediably hard for him, nor the avoidant partner traits, which technically would make you crawl back to him, begging for at least a bit of his attention.

he was stunned. he was confused, and, before he could realize it —he was the one who needed you so badly it could kill him.

and it seemed like it didn’t bother you at all.

of course, that wasn’t true, but his behavior had been driving you mad, and since you didn’t know how to react to his unconditional love on some days and apparent indifference on others, you just tried to convince yourself that you didn’t actually care about him. 

oh, but you did care about him.

for the almost four first months you had been going on dates, hanging out, and really like a couple, kaiser had completely fallen in love. and you knew it, but you were still not sure —not about loving him, really, because that you did. 

even if you didn’t really want to, after getting to know him better and seeing his most vulnerable, broken side —a few weeks ago, following a very heated argument that ended in angry cries and bitter kisses—, you could not not love him. 

but you were not really sure you could give him the kind of love he deserved.

walking away was easy at first —it wasn’t the first time you had done it. you tended to run away from everything, anything that started feeling important for you. from everyone who started loving you too much —which was exactly what michael was doing.

you usually made it look like you didn’t care at all, but it wasn’t exactly that —you were terrified. scared of being liked and not being enough, scared of loving too much and ending up hurt.

frightened of being known by someone —really, deeply known— and being so repulsive on the inside, no one could ever love you after that.

so you pushed him away. constantly. when he sent bouquets of flowers and when he invited you to germany, when he hugged you from behind or tried to hold your hand. 

when he started calling and texting you daily because you hadn’t shown any sign of life for a whole week.

you remember it vividly, it was about six months ago —the first time he saw you the same way you are now. 

kaiser showed up in your apartment after five days with no response. and, truthfully, he had learned to give you your space —especially lately, when you seemed to be stressed by even the slightest physical contact. however, when he asked your friends, they didn’t know anything about you either, and you lived alone, so he was really worried about you.

so, he showed up at your door, with a lot of questions on his tongue and a single blue rose on his hand.

kaiser kissed you as a greeting that day, on the cheek, a salty kiss that stained his lips forever —it was the first day he tasted your tears. then he asked, he asked so many things you can’t even remember them all. and, at first, you didn’t even try to answer —but then he sat next to you on the same bed you are now, and words started spilling from your mouth. even you were surprised to be able to explain something not even your own mind could understand.

later, when he gave you the rose, you had tried to blame the blood in your hands on its thorns. and yet, instead of feeling repulsed, kaiser had kissed each of your fingers —each of your bruises, each of the wounds still bleeding. 

and then he cleaned the red stains in the wall, helped you make the bed and raised the blinds on your window to let the pink sun rays of the sunset enter your room.

he asked to stay the night, and you let him. then, for the first time, he told you about his past. 

the last memory you have of that night, is your fingertips wiping away his tears softly, both hiding from the world under the freshly made sheets —and your lips muttering a very sincere, though slightly shaky, i love you over his mouth.

and you were still terrified, but he made it look a little bit easier. not loving him, exactly —but letting him kiss you back, and tell you he loved you too.

your relationship got better after that —it got official, actually. there were still arguments from time to time, and some nights weren’t easy —but you were learning to be together. to be there, at least.

and what is love if not that?

because he had exploded against you a few more times, screaming at you, belittling you, slamming doors and blaming you for things you didn't even know about. and you had stayed there, rational mind intact and a hand he could hold onto when reality hit him and he finally collapsed in front of you. you didn’t go. you never left him alone.

and you’d had three more episodes like the one you’re having now since that day, ignoring him and the world, hiding in your room and even seriously considering breaking up with him, thinking yourself undeserving of his care —and after each of them, kaiser had stayed there, eyes sad and kisses that reminded you that he would never stop loving you. he would never leave you.

neither of you left when yours wasn’t really love, but obsession, and need, and pent-up trauma. neither of you ran. instead, you stayed. you worked. you held on, not to what it was, but to what it could become.

and slowly, it did —a little purer, a little more beautiful—and much more fragile, too.

so here you are now, for the fourth time —weak, vulnerable and broken. your boyfriend looking at you as if he were watching the most precious thing in his life fall to pieces in front of his eyes, and he could do nothing about it.

kaiser places one last kiss on your cheek, then decides it’s time to help you feel a little bit better.

“listen, love, we are gonna do the following:” he says, gently pulling you by the hand that's holding his, forcing you to stand up. “first, we are going to take a shower —i’ll help you wash your hair and dry it afterward. then, we’ll put on clean pajamas, and i’ll change the sheets of your bed while you have dinner —brought your favorites for you to choose from. after that, we can watch a movie, or sleep, or talk, if you want. is that fine for you?” 

you nod, slowly, and the blue of his eyes shines softly as he looks at you. then he gently kisses your hairline, as if reminding you he’s going to be there for every step —he’s still as obsessed with kissing you as the first day.

so you walk together to the cramped bathroom in your apartment, still holding hands, and he helps you take off your clothes tenderly —delicately, as if scared of breaking you if he’s to harsh, but firmly, for you to know that he’s there if you need to break on your own.

then he takes off his own clothes and the two of you step into the shower, barely large enough for two people. you stand still as the water soaks your hair, trails down your skin. you let yourself open your eyes and look directly at him. 

blonde, irregular strands of wet hair stick to the sides of his face, blue tips brushing his chin. his skin is pale, but soft, and the rain of the shower slips over his muscles, traces the silhouette of the blue rose on his neck, down his arm. his gaze is still intense, but he smiles softly at you.

he looks like a sacred image, too surreal to be standing before you —you try to reach for it.

your hand goes to his cheek, little bit flushed from the warm water. you trace his features with your fingertips —the curve of his chin, the corner of his lips, the tip of his nose, the tattooed red line under both his eyes. 

michael kaiser is very much real, standing in front of you.

still, you can’t help but think you’re in presence of something blessed, something divine, as you watch the round water drops rest between his eyelashes. when he blinks and they fall, it looks as if he’s crying. 

but it is you, you realize, the one who’s crying, when he brings the shampoo to your head and starts washing your hair slowly, it’s your tears falling from your eyes as he massages your neck, your shoulders and you waist when he spreads the gel all over your body. 

you don’t say anything at all during the whole process —but your body leans into every stroke, like it’s slowly surrending to the touch of love.

after the shower, kaiser takes turns drying your hair and his, and he lets you braid the long blue strands of the back of his head absentmindedly while he brushes yours. 

time moves quickly after that —at least, faster than it has during this whole week. you watch him as you have small bites of the food he brought you, now a little more talkative than before, dressed in the clean clothes that smell like his fabric softener —as he changes the sheets on your bed and cleans up the mess your room had become.

the room has aired out while you were showering. the window is now closed, and the blinds are down. all the light, instead of coming from your phone —now turned off and forgotten on the nightstand, at least for tonight— comes from the starry lights hanging on the wall over your bed.

now it looks a little more like your room and a little less like a pit of despair.

your boyfriend has changed clothes too. he's no longer wearing his street clothes —which he's neatly stored in his space of your closet— but the silk robe he usually leaves at your house. his blond hair is pulled back in a half-updo at the nape of his neck, unruly blue strands sticking out. he's also put on his glasses —the ones he used to avoid wearing, but never forgets now since you told him you like how they look on him.

the air doesn’t feel heavy anymore. it’s warm, you think, as you let him wrap you in the freshly made blanket next to him. it’s comfortable, now that he’s here.

“so?” he asks, and then kisses your neck, and your chin, and your nose. you let out a soft giggle, and he feels his chest explode with affection for you “what’s it gonna be? movie, talk, sleep? or any other ideas?”

you smile faintly, and you snuggle up against him. his arms now surround your waist, his chest serving as your pillow. you can feel the rhythm of his pulse on your cheek.

“can we just stay like this for a while?” you whisper, voice small, almost unsure —but soft in a way it hadn’t been for days.

kaiser chuckles under his breath, and kisses the top of your head.

“that’s exactly the plan i was thinking about, love,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your hair, “wish granted.”

you laugh —a small, sleepy laugh that feels almost foreign to your own ears after the week you’ve had. but it’s real, and it makes kaiser’s hold around you tighten just a little.

there’s no need to talk anymore. no need for a movie or to pretend everything’s okay. the only thing that matters right now is the weight of his hand resting gently on your back, the warmth of his body against yours, the quiet rhythm of your breathing finally syncing in peace.

and, a few minutes later, when you ask to yourself why is he so kind to you —how does he know exactly what you need, just the way you need it— you remember that first night you spent crying together, curled up on your bed —when he emptied himself in front of you, confessing everything he had never told anyone out loud.

you open one eye, and you shift your gaze to the desk, where you find a single blue rose in a fine, clear glass vase. then you understand it —he knows, because he’s had it even worse. and he would never allow someone he loves, someone who loves him, go through the same thing he did.

kaiser is asleep behind you, wrapping you in between his arms as if scared of letting you go. 

but you don’t feel the need to run away anymore. you draw a faint, calm smile for the first time in the week, and snuggle up against him. then you kiss his hand, that's softly resting close to your neck —he’s not trying to hold you down, just hold you close. 

for the first time in a while, neither of you feels like too much —just enough, for each other.

masterlist.

pls lmk what u think in the comments, reblogging, through messages, asks or wtv!! feedback is important to me in these first posts and i'd appreciate it a lot 🤲🏼

﹫luvseisagi, may 2025.

[wosoloml]

Coincidencde [Zufall]

lena oberdorf x catley!reader

a/n: omg hii. this is my first time writing something. englisch is not my first language. i hope you enjoy it <3 ps. its in a setting where lena isnt injured

wc: 1,6k

warnings: flirting, fluff

"It's really cold here in Germany, isn't it?" I said to my mum, while wearing my big sister's name on the back of my Matildas jersey. She agreed with me by nodding, but she was so focused on Steph that she didn’t even recognize me.

A few weeks ago, they confirmed that Germany would be playing against us in the last friendly matches of 2024. Normally, Steph wouldn’t invite us to away games because she’s always worried she’s a burden to us, even though we always put our hearts into supporting her.

Since the Tillies' training camp for this year's friendly matches is in Switzerland, traveling with Steph to the game in Duisburg, Germany, was surprisingly convenient.

I haven't seen much of Germany so far, just a few glimpses during our morning walk through the city today.

Steph had warned us about the freezing European weather, but I foolishly didn’t take her advice seriously. Now I’m shivering like an ice cube, wearing nothing but the away jersey with the number seven on the back and a thin raincoat.

As the game went on, I noticed a rather rough and aggressive player from the opposing team. I didn’t know her name, but I caught sight of the number eight on her jersey. She had caught my eye a few months ago when Arsenal played Wolfsburg in the Champions League. Back then, she was very physical, especially against McCabe. I admired her passion on the pitch and the way she protected her teammates at all costs.

"Hey, Y/N!" I heard Steph call my name loudly through the tunnel as I walked toward her.

I looked at her with a big smile. "Another win! I’m so proud of you."

She thanked me by pulling me into a big, warm hug. "I’m so glad you made it to the game. It was fun playing in front of my little pest."

I just giggled and rolled my eyes at the nickname she had given Kyra and me a few years ago. Kyra and I have grown really close since she joined the senior teams for Australia and Arsenal. Steph always complains about having two annoying sisters now.

-

"I'm heading to the shower real quick to grab my stuff. Can you wait here for me? I'll be back soon so we can drive home together," Steph said, looking into my eyes while patiently waiting for my reply.

"Yeah, but hurry up, I'm cold," I responded as she turned around and headed back to the changing room.

I was too curious to just stay where Steph had left me, so I started walking around—maybe, just maybe—hoping to catch a glimpse of Germany’s number eight. For once, life seemed to be on my side.

Lena was just about to head inside for a tactical talk when she spotted me. Surprised to see someone standing in the corridor, she approached, assuming I was a fan.

"Excuse me, are you alright?"

I flinched at the sound of a voice behind me. I felt caught and out of place, wandering around where only players were usually allowed.

I noticed Lena waiting patiently for an answer as I stammered, "Uh, yes, just waiting for someone."

Lena raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by my response. It was obvious I wasn’t sure what to say, and she could tell I didn’t belong there.

"I see," she said, offering a small smile. "Who...are you waiting for, if I may ask?"

"I'm waiting for my sister. She's in the changing room now, but she’ll be back soon. She asked me to wait for her here," I said, babbling nervously, realizing I might be talking too much.

As I took a closer look at her face, I realized it—Germany’s number eight was standing in front of me. And on top of that, she was talking to me.

She looked good from a distance, but now, face to face, I was too stunned to take in how breathtakingly gorgeous she was. Crap. She was smirking at me. I was definitely staring.

Lena couldn’t help but be amused at my awkwardness. She thought it was kind of cute. Leaning against the wall, she crossed her arms and gave me an appraising look.

“Your sister, huh? Who is she, if you don’t mind me asking?”

She clearly suspected I knew who she was, and I could see a flicker of smugness in her smirk as my eyes darted away from hers.

"She’s playing for Australia. Steph Catley. I’m Y/N Catley, by the way," I said, aware of the smirk she was holding back after noticing my own lingering gaze.

Lena’s eyes widened slightly in recognition, and she let out a small laugh, clearly amused.

"Oh, really? So you’re the sister of one of my opponents, huh? That makes things...interesting."

I don’t know what came over me, but suddenly I felt bold enough to reply cheekily.

"Interesting? Which things, huh?" I crossed my arms and leaned against the nearest wall, aware of her eyes scanning me. "I hope you like what you see," I added before she had a chance to respond.

Lena was momentarily surprised by my boldness but quickly recovered, her smirk growing wider.

"Oh, I do like what I see," she replied, stepping closer.

She looked into my eyes and added softly, "Very much, actually."

My mouth went dry. She was even prettier up close. Her eyes were mesmerizing, and I could feel myself getting lost in them.

Noticing my flustered state, Lena took another step forward, closing the gap between us. Her voice dropped to a sultry tone.

"You know...I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed you in the stands during the game."

My cheeks flushed. "Wait. Really? How?" I asked, shocked and shy, never thinking she’d notice me too.

Lena chuckled. "You’re not exactly hard to spot, you know. I’m surprised you didn’t notice me noticing you."

She took another step closer, her body now only inches from mine.

"You’re pretty hard to take my eyes off of," she said softly, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. My skin tingled where her fingers brushed against me.

As I opened my mouth to reply, I heard someone shouting my name.

"Y/N??"

"Y/N CATLEY, WHERE ARE YOU??"

Lena stepped back slightly as the shouting grew louder, though her gaze never left mine.

“Sounds like your sister is looking for you,” she murmured, amused.

"Y/N, there you are—what are you doing here...with her?" Steph asked, her eyes widening as she noticed who was standing in front of me.

Lena laughed lightly, giving Steph a charming smile.

“Ah, so this is your sister,” she said, glancing between Steph and me. “We were just having a friendly chat. What’s wrong with that?”

Steph rolled her eyes, clearly not in the mood to deal with Lena’s provocations or that smug smile. "Come on, Y/N. We’re leaving," she said, grabbing my arm.

As Steph pulled me away, I managed to lean in and whisper to Lena, "Text me on Instagram, pretty."

Later, lying on my bed and listening to Troye Sivan, my phone buzzed.

‘lena_oberdorf started following you’

‘lena_oberdorf wants to send you a message’

[laursdomain]

could I please request a leo valdez x gn!reader where leo comes back from a quest after like a really long time (a year or smth) and is like 'oh my gods what if they've moved on' and its like this really romantic reunited moment? based on Would You Fall In Love With Me Again from Epic?

you waited?

pairing: leo valdez x gn!reader

genre: angst & fluff

synopsis: unlike other demigods, Leo Valdez took his sweet time on quests. more particularly, its been a year since he last returned to Camp Half-Blood, his especially grueling quest taking up too much of his time. he can't help but think his partner has already moved on. he couldn't be farther from the truth.

warnings: cursing(like 1), overthinking, mentions of deaths, guilt, happy ending!!

w/c: 1.7k

a/n: ahh first leo and gn fic!! i hope you enjoy, i actually listened to the song as I read the fic over before posting haha, its about the same length :3 also this song is so leo coded; i tried making the banner as gn coded as possible, sorry if the hold handing one isnt!!

ྀིleo valdez masterlist

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Leo Valdez took great pride in many things. In his ability to build, the fact that he has a rare quirk as a son of Hephaestus, and his determinism to take risks. Especially when those risks come to quests. Unlike other demigods, such as Percy Jackson or Jason Grace, Leo never rushed his quests. In fact, he took his time on them, wanting to make sure every little detail was set in stone and completed. 

He didn’t intend to be on a quest for a year, really. Leo tends to get sidetracked easily, he can’t help it. Maybe it’s his fatal flaw, as Annabeth calls it. Now, Leo sat atop of Festus, eager to get back to camp. His hair whips in the wind, he could use a haircut. You would have to cut it for him.

The thought of you sends a pang of emotion through Leo’s heart, and he can’t help but be excited to see you. That quickly fades the moment his overthinking nature takes over. What if they fell out of love? Leo had be gone for a year, things like that were bound to happen. 

But, Annabeth and Percy didn’t lose the love they had for each other when Hera removed all of his memories and separated them for months. But those were only months, not a year. Leo sighed in frustration, annoyed with his own burdening thoughts. He attempted to do some breathing exercises, a pathetic attempt to calm his mind—but it didn’t work. The only cure to his overwhelming mind? You. 

Leo’s heart began racing even faster as the familiar landscape of Camp Half-Blood came into view. Shit, maybe he should’ve gotten you flowers or chocolates or something considering he’s been gone for an entire year. Steam rolled out of Festus’ metal nose, his own way of telling Leo he’s not turning around. 

Festus not-so-elegently lands near Bunker 9, his usual resting spot. Leo knew you saw Festus, everyone probably did. And he knew that once he reported back to Dionysus and Chiron, he would have no choice but to face you. 

Leo sneaks into the Big House, waiting outside of Mr. D’s office as he waits for him to finish up whatever mindless game he’s playing.

“Aphrodite, if you’re listening, please help me with this,” he looked up to the sky, muttering out the words. His intentions were true, and he hoped that his friendship with Aphrodite’s daughter, Piper McLean, would grant him some favor with the goddess.

“Are you seriously praying to Aphrodite in front of my office?” Mr. D’s voice comes from behind him, gaining his attention. He sheepishly smiles at the god, not given an opportunity to explain his reasoning before he’s dragged into the room, an expectant Chiron waiting for his report. 

One gruesome hour later, Leo is finally dismissed by the two camp leaders. All he wanted to do was lay in his bed for hours, he desperately wanted a mattress after a year of sleeping on Festus. 

is it you? have my prayers been answered?

is it really you standing there, or am i dreaming once more?

You thought you were hallucinating. You thought your mind was playing tricks on you were you thought you saw the familiar shadow of the metal dragon you’ve grown to love. Alongside his creator. 

When you sought out his usual resting spot, behind Bunker 9, you nearly fell to your knees crying from the mere sight of the dragon. The only thing that stopped you was that there was no Leo in sight. You assumed he was with Dionysus and Chiron, that was the usual protocol after a demigod completes a quest.

So, you swallowed your emotions, patiently watching the Big House from a distance, waiting. Waiting for your boyfriend to eventually emerge. Though, you couldn’t help the overwhelming thoughts. Had something happened to Leo? Festus wouldn’t return without his owner, no matter what…right? You’re pulled out of your thoughts when your sibling nudges you, pointing to a figure coming out of the house. Your eyes widen, the breath leaving your throat as you see him. Your Leo. 

You were sent into flight or fight mode, rushing over to him. “Leo!” Your arms wrap around his neck as he stiffens under you. After a moment, his body relaxes as his arms finally embrace you, making their way around your back. 

You took in everything about him. His arms were warm, they always were. A perk to his ability. He smelled like smoke and grease, a scent that lingers on him whenever he’s near Festus. His hair was much longer, tickling your cheeks as you hugged him. You didn’t mind the longer hair, it gave you even more of an excuse to tangle your fingers in it. And most importantly, his heart was beating, and he was here, in your arms. 

He pulls away, looking away from you. You frown at his action, cupping his cheeks with your hands as you force him to look at you. “It took you long enough.” 

“You waited?” He mutters, uncertainty laced in his voice. 

You furrow your brows, confused by his question. “Of course I waited, why wouldn’t I?” 

“It’s been a year,” he points out, as if it’s the most obvious reason. He takes in your raised brow, probably saying something like “so?” He realizes he has to be more specific, a conversation he didn’t desire to have. “The quest was…heavy.”

“Heavy? Heavy how?” You question, lowering your voice so the conversation can stay between the two of you. Though, it was fall, and most campers were not at camp. Only a couple of campers stayed, yourself included, but you two were the only ones outside. Your sibling was kind enough to go back into the cabin, giving you some privacy.

left a trail of red on every island

hurt more lives than i can count on my hands

Leo gulped, unsure how to word his sentences. “I uh, had to hurt people. A lot of people actually.” 

He watched as one side of your mouth tips down, something you always did. Whenever you did so, he always kissed that side of your mouth, making some cheesy remark that you’re too pretty to frown. 

“Were they bad people?” The question leaves your mouth, and Leo is caught off guard by the question. 

“Some.” He answers, slightly hanging his head. He hated that some of those people, those caught in the crossfire of it all, got punished for simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He felt like a monster. 

I am not the love you knew before

“Hm,” you ring out, eyebrows furrowed as you take in his words. Leo patiently waited for your conclusion, fearing the worst. “Well, we are demigods. It happens.”

Leo snaps his head up, eyebrows furrowed. That was the last thing he expected to hear come from your mouth. “What?”

You laugh, “what?”

“It happens? Baby, I killed people. Plural, not singular.” 

“I understood that, Leo.” You respond, brushing some of his curls back.

“I’m not the same person you last saw,” he whispers, his words holding weight.

You tilt your head, analyzing him. Your finger holds up a couple strand of his hair, “messy, untamed brown hair? Check.” Your fingers go to his white shirt, lightly pinching it between your fingers, “dirty white shirt? Check.” Finally, your hands cup his jaw, “the beautiful brown eyes I fell in love with? Check. I think I would know if you weren’t the same person since I’ve last seen you, love.”

Leo hangs his head, but not in shame. Rather, in embarrassment. He felt embarrassed that he assumed all these things before even speaking to you. He couldn’t help but think the worst, it’s a bad nature he’s always had. He smiles at your words, a light blush coating his cheeks. 

“No matter what quest you go on, no matter who or what you have to eliminate to complete it, you’ll always be my Leo. Nothing can change that. I’ll always love you, and you’ll always return to me.”

“I love you, mi amor.” He whispers, pulling you closer to his body. The silent confession lays over you like a blanket, making you giddy.

“I love you too, Leo Valdez.” You smile, bringing his lips to yours in a searing kiss. 

The kiss is filled with so much love, passion, and longing. A kiss that was long overdue, a year overdue. Leo smiles into the kiss, tilting his head to kiss you deeper. Your hands slide further up his face, the tips of your fingers tangling in his hair. You let out a breathy laugh, and he takes that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting you after a year. Once the need for air starts to become too much, Leo leaves your mouth, placing small pecks around your mouth. First, at the ends of your mouth, then right in the middle. His kisses spread all around your face, causing you to laugh as he kisses your cheeks, your nose, and finally your forehead. 

“You’re not allowed to go on a quest for a while,” you lightly scold, but your words hold no threat.

“Trust me, I’m not planning on leaving you anytime soon.” You smile as his words, your heart melting. “Now, can you please cut my hair for me?”

“Of course, baby. Come on,” you intertwine your hands, leading the way to your cabin. Leo’s thumb rubs small circles along the front of your hand, swinging your interlocked hands back and forth as you close the small distance to your cabin. 

Leo may had been gone for a year, but nothing will ever change the love between you. He may have seen things that make him feel different, but if theres one thing that’ll never change about him—its his love for you. And sneaking into your cabin at night to cuddle with you. If Chiron doesn’t know, it didn’t happen, right?

i, i love you

༘⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

[traiaadd156]

Damian wayne al ghul rant

No, because the only right way/what I think is when Damian finally becomes an adult he either becomes these three things which I love or hate or both.

1# Doctor, because all and all he is more ahead than his peers not only in intellectually so but also by his experience its the most normal future for him and I am actually pushing for it to be so since(as a fan) I dont like him always suffering and be this sort of edgy thing that boys idolize because of how misunderstood his character is even in writing.

But I also would like to mention about him still saving lives without outwardly being a hero, he wants to save people but his now(healthy) mindset doesn't have to truly think he needs to sacrifice his own life for another person. Like alfred, because that trauma and how the comics portray his death as something impactful, Damian even has memories or flashback.

His death meant something, it meant something for Damian as a person.

And him forgiving Bane was just the tip of the meaning of what alfred was trying to tell him and jason(I think)

How he could not only rebirth but forgive, how he isnt always arrogant and to even put his own pride down to work with others.

And thats why I like damian being a doctor so much😔 because of not only alfred but how I think its the healthiest options for the next two Im going to talk about.

2# Him being the Demon head, yes I know it's very far from the first one but HEAR ME OUT! It's just that I enjoy the thought of him being something of a leader like Ra's but he doesn't commit to the madness it has with it because what I noticed about damian is that he wants control. Himself and others, how he could develop and actually use the organization he leads to do good.

Because what balances heroes in villains(In my point of view) is dirty work.

Corrupt officials, organized crime etc. As hard as it is to believe, I think Damian wouldn't want heroes to kill because of their own moral dilemma about a situation that is related to them(either a family member getting killed, or them being tempted to actually kill since THEY know that the person either wouldn't get punished or they truly think there is no other good enough punishment for them whether in law or jail)

Him killing those actual sick and twisted people TO help in not turning a hero into something of a criminal is rather righteous(or what I hope the writers are going to do🙏😭)

But the only down side to this want of mine is the ships trying to but in to who is better as a partner for him in this timeline. Bc I dont see flatline even staying that long, neither raven or even mari(graysons kid😬)

3# being Batman, yes he was literally waiting and trained to be just like him. Because he is the skilled in actually putting people in their place but I think he will never truly outdo cass or grayson in that pole because he resorts to violence and probably would kill. But he also understands the criminals, to why when and how they become the way they are and he knows that there is always hope for them. Because he was the example, he reflected, if he had a robin by his side who was just like him. That would be a good time to self reflect, his own faults he has to admit(just like bruce when he was a kid)

Its best to say that he will definitely be as reckless as before, but his main goal in gotham is probably control. How he needs to know everything, his obsession with protecting his own home just like his fathers because in the city where he is he sees people trying to get by and survive and he is the only person who is going to do that since he is far farr from corruption since he himself if rich(CANONICALLY)

But what I dont like about this is that the writers😞 because I read on a different issue when he turned to batman he was killing these people instead of rehabilitating them like his father did, and usually in this type of rant I would avoid the topics that might cause problems with how my audience sees and thinks about it but this is just a rant after all(so no outwardly seeking hating on the ppl that write bc im not a dc writer I repeat!)

I think I was a little bit too dramatic on this rant so apologies for that😬 but its just my personal opinion because even as a reader I do get a bit irritated with how the story does go but I still read it(bc the art is ALWAYS good)

[mejomonster]

Okay FINALLY saw fangs of fortune episode 1:

Fantastic. Fucking amazing.

It was underhyped if anything. And you guys loved it so it was pretty hyped in my mind.

I watched without subs to make life hard for myself. Still great. I love Wen Qiao. I love her dearly. I loved her and the other girl who died. I want to know who Wen Qiao's dead shifu is and I hope its another girl. I got a taste of what having dramatic intense xianxia baihe in a show could be and now i wannnttttttt itttt (Eternal Love actually also gave tastes of that, despite how much i hated the later writing portion it had a LOT to ship if you just went into it thinking everyones bi until proven otherwise)

Wen Qiao i'm just totally thrilled by. I liked her actress in other stuff, but I feel this role is going to let her shine broadly, in a way her shows playing a side character did not.

I'm also thrilled there's no annoyingly innocent high pitched girls of a particular trope here (yet). More like the Word of Honor women characters, who kick ass and have their own agenda, which I really enjoy.

Zhu Yan sure is something. He's hot. He's a demon I presume (yao). He walks up like Sephiroth, untouchable and plaguing the big eyed hero type. He can simply escape. He cant die. He's there because he wants to be, and who knows why he wants to be (maybe he said it amd i just couldnt understand though). I love his character type. I love when shows let a demon boy/lead be one of the main focus points (thats why Love and Redemption got so much love from me partly... Xuanji IS the biggest scariest devil, and her boyfriend is the most talented demon who wants to help people). I felt like I imagine Thousand Autumns feels? Isnt that novel about a big scary demon sect leader and a noble well intentioned guy? Anyway I'm getting distracted.

The music? LOVE IT.

Loved the battle music with Zhu Yan, i usually LOVE a cdrama when i hear music like that. If i fall for the music, its pretty much guaranteed i'll love the show.

I loved Wen Qiao's music scenes. I loved all of her parts though.

Zhu Yan's actor being who he is, I can't imagine he'll actually be evil. Since that actor always plays a hero good guy in everything I've seen. I do love him playing a Sephiroth like presence in this though, along with the moments of comedy like when he walked himself back to his cell that was fucking hilarious.

The show also just. Generally has a lot of my favorite things in a story - demons I want to root for, cool women, lovely costumes, lovely sets, amazing costumes, solid music, gets right INTO the story and will tell us more later - no 10 minute prologue set up exposition dump, no slow scenes, just establishing the vibe and the key players and then ramping up into cool fights! Love that.

The end credits where the cast gets to dance? So cute! I love when shows do something fun for the credits. Ultimate Note would play scene outtakes/bloopers on their end credits.

[harukyuu2]

♥🐍ASKING YOU ON A DATE - Y. Endo !!

Hii! thanks for all the likes in the wb posts, i didnt expect it at all so tysm ♥ if anyone wants to send request i'll be grateful

!! - Yamato Endo x reader, neutral reader, mentions of reader being like a sibling to Umemiya, Endo being a jealous and a little obsessive boy as always, maybe a little ooc !!

Endo Yamato still hated Umemiya even if a couple of weeks had happened after his fight with Takiishi. He didnt even hide it, when they were invited to a stupid hangout on Furin, his side eye was BIG and the one from Tsubakino more.

But he couldnt care less about it. He always had to find a way to distract himself from those "hangouts"—after all, he wasnt really part of that little world Umemiya and Takiishi had created. He always found fun in following Sakura around and teasing him, but it seemed the gods had blessed him today because you—the beautiful sibling who isnt stupid and doesnt look like Umemiya—were finally alone with Sakura, not Umemiya.

Your beauty was stunning for him, Its almost like you were made to be a muse, his muse. How long has he been staring at you by now? How many times has he wished youd shrug off Umemiya’s arm from around your shoulder even if he was just showing you off, so you could run to him instead? To his arms, where he could hold you forever and keep you away from everyone else. You’d be safe, only being his since you wouldnt need to speak with others, he could handle that part—a total win in his mind.

He just wished you would turn your head and see him, to notice how much he was trying to get your attention. But since you didnt because you were too focused on Sakura, he shrugged and decided to force himself on that conversation too! It wasnt that hard to make you talk with him, after all its not the first time his eyes lean on you, its not the first time he talks to you. But yet, in the inside he always feels desperated to rush this things with you, to just kiss you already, why does he have to wait? he can see from miles away that youre his. He doesnt like the time its taking to be closer with you, what if a jackass comes and thinks he has an opportunity? he wont like that. But oh well! a small part of him enjoys the thrill of chasing you even if he just said he hated it. Knowing that maybe just maaybe he can make a part of Umemiya mad its enough to make him enjoy this chasing. It wasnt hard to talk to you. Like your brother, you were easygoing and calm—maybe a bit more reserved than him, but still, it wasnt difficult to spark a conversation if something caught your attention. Lucky for him, he found your profile and remembered the things you liked! Not that he was stalking or anything, of course—he was just trying to get to know you better. He’d leave little flirty remarks or subtle moves that, when you finally caught on and laughed starting to reciprocate them, drove him absolutely crazy. After a few minutes of this playful back-and-forth with Sakura stuck awkwardly in the middle, Suo and Nirei came to grab him—it was time to patrol. But this time, Endo didnt follow them, even if he usually enjoyed annoying that trio with his presence. Instead, he gently took your hand, leading you to the back of that stupid school he didnt miss at all, smiling to himself as he realized he’d finally have you alone for a moment.

Pure silence was found in the back of the school, Endo still holding your hand even if you two stopped walking, his thumb caressing your knuckles like if they were precious gems, his intense gaze making you nervous enough to look at the side while that action itself made a small laugh come out with his mocking smile. - "Hey doll, i think eye contact is an important part for a conversation to go fine, dont you agree?" - He stated with a total confidence that got to you easily, with your gazes connecting, he felt a shiver around all his body—he needed you.

"Endo, why are we at the back of the school? Im pretty sure Umemiya and the others are still on the rooftop—oh, including your friend, Takiishi, right?" you ask with a polite smile. To you, Endo seemed like a weird but gentle boy; his appearance told one story, but his actions with you told another.

"Yeah, they’re up there, but I wanted a little more private time with you—just like them, you know? Takiishi wouldnt appreciate his talk being interrupted by us," he says calmly, tilting his head slightly as he looks you up and down, studying your reactions. Then, taking steps closer and closer, he speaks again, a sly edge in his tone. "I’m having fun right now, Doll. Even if it looks like the cat got your tongue."

He lets out a sigh—not one of frustration, but to calm his racing heart. Its ridiculous, really, how just standing there saying nothing, exchanging looks with you, makes him feel like this. - "Look, angel, Im being serious here," he says, his voice softer now. "I like these private conversations we have—just the two of us. Even if... they dont usually last long because of your brother." – that last part was muttered with a small disgust in his tone but you didnt get to say something because he interrupts you immediately

Shrugging, he leans in as he slowly pins you against the wall. Your breath hitches at the closeness, and his intense gaze never wavers. You can feel the warmth of his breath brushing your cheeks. - "You knoooow," he drawls, a teasing edge to his tone, "I wouldnt mind us talking more. Its kinda fun hearing you when you actually say something. So what do you think? Tomorrow, wherever you want, and I’ll pay for whatever you want to eat."

He lets out a laugh at your stunned expression, but he can’t stop the warmth spreading through his chest when you nod excitedly. Ah, the feeling of falling is something he loves. You two talked for a moment, alone and really close—the tension between you almost visible. But now, Endo, enjoying the thrill of the chase more than ever, decides to back off for now. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek, deliberately close to the corner of your lips, before pulling back with a smug grin. Turning away, he starts walking toward the rooftop, clearly expecting you to follow.

"Come on, angel! Move those legs. Takiishi and Umemiya are probably bored out of their minds by now, and I dont want to make your brother mad... for now," he teases with a devilish laugh. His mind, however, is racing. He cant help but picture the look on Umemiya’s face when the two of you return after disappearing for a few minutes. And honestly? He’s already plotting how he’ll push his buttons even more in the future—just to have a few extra stolen moments with you he is capable of anything.

[forsaken-headcanons]

Hi, its 02 Anon again because...autistic 007n7 my beloved.

I think 007n7 really enjoys being squished. Like, alot more than even the usual autist, I guess? Maybe he'd wear like, compression socks and compression wear under his usual clothes if only to be able to think right.

If he's not being squished enough his thoughts would probably start to turn into sand, and become muddled, so at times during rounds he's just the first person to get killed because he's struggling to pay attention to his sorroundings.

Uhhh..regarding meltdowns and the like, I think 007n7 would probably shutdown more than anything. Like he can feel the shutdown coming on, and spends the rest of the day in an unchangeable state of discomfort before going home, plopping on the couch and just feeling miserable and like he's unable to operate properly.

His shutdowns probably are quick to turn into a meltdown if his buttons are pressed in the right order. I think things like people talking to him, sound and smell are the things that are most likely to trigger him.

None of the survivors know that he experiences these things, so he suffors in silence, and struggles to hide in time after a bad round. The others have probably caught the tail end or the very start of one of his meltdowns, but they probably just think that its him crashing out over his son, or something so they dont bother him.

One time, he probably bit down too hard on his thumb by accident, maybe during a meltdown or just because of an accident, so he's forced to like head into the main cabin with blood smeared over his mouth and arm. I dont know what the others would think.

Oh, also one time builder got him a heating blanket because 007n7's always cold, and has since been promoted to the top of 007n7's internal chart of people he likes, with Guest 1337 in second place.

Also also, 007n7's special interest is internet viruses, his favorite to talk about is the Morris Worm (because its my favorite too). He probably yaps about it to Builderman or Guest when they're not busy, so Guest has a stupid amount of information regarding computer viruses just sitting in his brain.

This isnt a very linear thought process because i'm half asleep. Sorry if it doesn't make sense...also, i'm happy that folks liked my other autistic 007n7 headcannons...

-02 Anon

Autistic 7n7 my beloved. I too enjoy being squished, it's so comforting. It helps me focus more.