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Alright. So. This is a thing that happened....

I... maybe have written my first real X-Men - Rogue/Gambit fic. Inspired by an interview X-Men 97 Gambit Voice Actor did. And then, it got posted to Twitter. And then said Gambit Voice Actor reblogged it, READ IT, and commented.

I am so... shellshocked you guys. I cannot believe this happened. I just... I was shaking when I found out today. This is wild and amazing and I'm so flattered and wow. I just can't even believe it.

I have literally been smiling all day.

<3

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SLOWED-DOWN CLOCKS TETHERED...TO KEEP IT FOR YOU IN SWEETNESS [1.6k | Eddie Diaz & Christopher Diaz | post s7] {AO3}

Eddie’s first Father’s Day as a father he had barely registered the date let alone a holiday when he had woken up, not until his bunk mates had asked if he had scheduled time for a call. The other dads had been in the coms tent talking with their families through pixelated webcams, some kids holding signs or proudly showing off cards they had made at school or summer camp. Some others had cards come in the mail in the days leading up and following the actual holiday. Eddie felt ambivalent. He had left and had been a blurry blob and distant crackly voice to Christopher for a majority of his life. But he waited his turn with one of the computers, reached Shannon and Christopher, his father next to them on the couch, his mother puttering and fretting about in the background. The words wishing him a happy father’s day felt hollow. He didn’t really feel like a father. A provider to some degree, but not a father. 

Over the past few weeks Sundays are when he calls to check in, his mom texting him throughout the week about activities or if something urgent came up. But Sundays were always there was always a prick of hope in Eddie’s heart, to even hear Chris in the background. This Sunday he woke with more dread of the quiet of the house than he had every day of the past few weeks. The holiday taunting him everywhere he seemed to look. He goes to the kitchen and the “world's best dad” mug that Buck had helped Chris get him a few years ago, sat there in the cupboard nearly mocking him alongside the one from the zoo. At one time they had instilled in him the confidence that he was doing okay, at least in Christopher’s eyes. And that wasn’t true anymore. He slams the cupboard shut without grabbing a mug. It’s all too much. 

Eddie’s first father’s day stateside, the first one he held his son in his arms, he felt less than adequate. His son crying and not being able to comfort him. It felt fruitless. But how else were either of them going to learn. Eddie ached to learn, but was flying blind, no concrete example from his childhood to learn from. He had already tried that method of fatherhood, and it’s how he got here in the first place. So, he sat and held Christopher against his chest, humming a tune that is etched into his soul hoping that eventually Chris would calm. He doesn’t really even register when the crying softens to a whimper and then quiets into steady breathing in time with steady rocking, Eddie’s own breath evening too. 

His phone buzzes on the counter, the hope that lived in his chest flickering brighter. Evan said he would play basketball today if you want. From Tommy. I guess maybe that’s not as reassuring given what happened last time. Maybe time with the punching bag?  Buck had texted even before he had woken up, let me know if you want to do anything today. And if Eddie was honest with himself, he didn’t want to do anything. Going to the park to play a pick up game where they might see fathers and their kids doing countless activities made him slightly nauseous. Pummeling a bag felt useless, he had done it enough. And he wasn’t angry. It was too much energy to be angry.  He had already tried to be put on shift for today, but it had really been no use. Getting something you wanted was an impossible task at this point, even if it was to do something nice. So Eddie had decided to lock the doors and close the blinds and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist for today. 

Eddie’s first father’s day when he felt the most positive about being a father fell in June of 2018, they had just officially settled into their little house after having moved out of Pepa’s guest room last month. The academy was going great, their routine solidified. For today whatever mess that were his feelings about Shannon and her leaving were the last thing on his mind. He pushed Chris on the swings at the park, his son squealing with glee and begging to go higher. Chris had presented him with a hand drawn card when he came out of his room for breakfast. it really wasn’t all that different then their usual Sundays— it all just held a little more weight. He was providing a roof and love with Chris in his arms, breathing the same air. it was the most secure in his fatherhood Eddie had ever felt. That wasn’t saying a whole lot. But Chris only had him. And he wasn’t letting go again anytime soon. 

He does text Buck back, Not really feeling up for anything. Enjoy your day off with Tommy. Buck loved the message instantly, even without being in the house he was hovering. Not in a bad way. Just always there. And Eddie knows that this is not entirely easy for Buck either. But at least Chris was talking to him. He could see it in  Buck’s eyes anytime it came up. Another one of those things they dance around expertly. And there was a twinge of resentment and envy that Eddie wished would go away, and another part that told him he deserved this. Frank had said it was a normal reaction. Whatever that meant. Nothing felt normal. Not with the referral to a psychiatrist looming on his file. Frank had told him medication might really do him some good. And he can’t face it. That’s definitely not normal. But he does know he wants to try and get there. He knows it will help. Help him. Help him be a better father. And for yourself, Frank had dutifully reminded him when they had the conversation. But it was like actually making that call requires climbing a thousand foot brick wall. 

Time ticked by slowly, excruciatingly so as he waited for early hours of the evening, when they would be back at the house after whatever outing they had gone on today but before dinner. He waited, pacing his own living room, stopping along the mantle and end tables where pictures stood and he bites his lip while gazing at the smiley versions of himself, arms wrapped around Chris. He drags out the photo album he keeps tucked on the shelf, there are pictures from every stage of his life tucked in the plastic sleeves. He looks at himself, just a year or so older than Chris is now, awkwardly standing next to a tiny Shannon at their eighth grade graduation. Their prom pictures. Wedding pictures. Not that many pages later, the day he became a father. He barely recognizes the young man, baseball cap covering his head, his gaze fixed nowhere near the camera. Tucked in the pages, not in a sleeve, is a sonogram. A tiny little white splotch who became the embodiment of his entire heart. His heart that now was what felt like a million miles away, living and breathing without him. 

The clock ticked to the top of the hour, and the reminder popped up on his phone with a buzz. He wipes his face, and bites his lip harder, and with a shaky hand, he taps on his father’s contact, and the hope sparks brighter and the nerves wrap around his gut like usual. His leg bouncing, lip still rolling between his teeth. 

There’s shuffling on the other end of the line. 

“Hi.” 

The voice through the speaker isn’t his father, sounds impossibly older than the last time he heard it. The tears that had been threatening to spill all day finally broke free, he rubs a shaky hand over his face. His whole body shakes in relief. 

“Hey, Bud.” he can’t stop the waver in his voice. 

“Abuelo is in the bathroom, he’ll be right out. He said I should pick it up if I wanted.” 

It’s a quiet, hesitant admission. 

Eddie has thought about this moment since the second his son left his grasp but never let himself think about what he would say. He swallows past apologies and groveling. Those can come later. Right now his son is speaking to him. 

“What have you been up to?” he tries for casual and open ended, genuinely wanting to hear it in Chris’ words.   

“Today we went to the park for a picnic with lots of people. I met other teenagers who were cool, so that was fun.” Eddie swears he hears a voice crack, and he can barely bear it. 

“Glad you are making new friends.” 

The silence that draws out between them now is heavy, both of them knowing that now is not the time. Neither of them want it right now. Just breathing together again is enough. 

“I’m not ready to come back, or talk about it, but I…I miss you dad.” He could picture Chris sitting on his parent’s couch, his fingers tangling in the hem of his shirt, glasses balanced on the tip of his nose. 

It’s not what Eddie expected and fresh tears roll down his cheeks and the heartache that he has come to live with over the past few weeks intensifies for a moment. 

“I miss you too.” All the time. So much. More than you can ever know. He never wants this phone call to end. They might not be breathing the same air, but they were breathing together again. 

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i'm actually in love with the idea of andre beetroot hosting a 20 hour talk show where he interviews past sfth characters

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Bad Cop - Badass!Confident!reader x Soft!Shy!Spencer Reid

gender neutral reader!!

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When Y/N first walked into the BAU, they had a chilled confidence surrounding them that made me nearly cower at my desk. Hotch had told the team we were getting a new member, but I expected some bright-eyed newly recruited agent to walk through our doors. Y/N held themself with such grace and confidence. They made eye contact with me, and I looked away immediately, flipping through a file on my desk and pretending to read it slowly. The next thing I knew, Y/N was in front of me, introducing themself before practically strutting away. They showed no signs of overexcitement or nervousness that every newcomer in the BAU holds. It was mildly intimidating that Y/N lacked that. 

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It’s been 6 months, 13 days, and 44 minutes since Y/N first joined our team. They’ve been more helpful than I initially expected. They hold their PhD in human behavior studies and had previously worked in the Crimes Against Children Unit for 3 years before being sent up to the BAU. Y/N is very intelligent and always plays the “bad cop” role (incredibly effectively, might I add) whenever we have to interview suspects. They show no fear in the field, either, and they have not lost the confident energy surrounding their presence. I wish I could hang out with Y/N more often. I talk to them enough to do my job, but whenever drinks with the team or a game night comes up, I find myself stuttering out a lame excuse. It’s just that Y/N is cool and I don’t want to embarrass myself. I find my thoughts drifting to them often, even in the SUV as we’re on our way to an unsub’s warehouse, where he’s keeping a 15 year old girl prisoner. The SUV slows to a stop, hidden from view of the warehouse by tree cover and distance. We pile out of the cars, reviewing what we discussed at the local police station. 

“Remember, he wants as much time with her as he can get, which is why he’s turned his warehouse into a maze. He doesn’t think he can outsmart us; he just needs to delay us so he can finish his ritual. We move quickly in pairs. Clear the rooms, but don’t spend long getting distracted or held up by his puzzles. Our goal is to get to Mariah as quickly as possible,” Hotch states, the team and additional police officers nod. 

“Prentiss, Morgan take the south entrance and move around the perimeter. Reid, L/N take the south entrance and move towards the center,” Hotch’s voice trails off as he continues giving assignments for the warehouse maze, but all I can focus on is the fact that Y/N and I are going to be partners for this. I can hold my own, sure, but Y/N? They could probably take out 10 people by themself! I don’t want them to see me as incapable, because I’m not. I’ve passed all of my tests, written and physical. But by comparison, I’m a mouse and Y/N is a falcon. 

I’m brought back into reality by Y/N. “You ready?” they ask genuinely. I’ve never had the pleasure of being partnered with Y/N, but I’ve heard Emily say they take partner work very seriously. They’re committed. I nod at them for fear my voice would crack due to how dry my throat is. They nod back before turning around and calling a “let’s go” over their shoulder. The team jogs towards our respective entrances, Morgan and Prentiss in front of Y/N and I. We arrive at our destination, the south entrance, and Morgan tries the rusted metal door. Emily and Y/N both have their firearms raised, ready to enter and clear when Derek opens the door. He nods at them and they nod back. They clear and Derek and I enter before splitting up to join our partners. 

“You guys go left, that will lead you around the perimeter and those rooms. L/N and I are gonna go right so we can work our way towards the center,” I say, my eidetic memory not failing me as I recall the warehouse map from earlier. The other three nod before we begin to move. Y/N and I are quiet as we walk down the concrete corridor, guns raised and clearing each room as we move. 

Y/N pauses and I glance at them, questioning the sudden stop. “I hear something,” they whisper to me. Sure enough, there’s a sound ahead. Y/N points down the corridor and we walk towards the sound, picking up our pace as the sound grows in volume. I whisper into my mic where we are, letting the rest of the team know we’re onto something. Before it can even register, Y/N runs to the end of the hall with their guns raised, bursting into the room.

“FBI, drop your weapon!” I hear them announce firmly, as I enter the room with my firearm at the ready as well, I see our unsub kneeled in front of Mariah. She’s chained to the wall and the unsub has a knife in his hand. 

“Did you not hear me, dumbass, I said drop it!” They shout this time. The male laughs and he brings the knife closer to Mariah slowly, like he’s teasing the idea of whether he should hurt her or not. Y/N doesn’t hesitate. 

They launch themself across the room and onto the unsub, gun sliding across the room, and their sudden weight forcing his body to the floor. They twist his arm, causing him to drop the knife. “I don’t give third chances,” Y/N says. “On your stomach!” they order. He doesn’t listen. Y/N forces him onto his stomach, cuffing him and patting him down. As they move to press on his shoulders and biceps, ensuring he has nothing hidden there, he moves his head down to bite their finger. 

“Motherfucker!” Y/N yells, reactively punching him. “Where’s the key for Mariah’s restraints, huh?” they ask. He’s silent. “Tell me or I’ll hit you again!” he sighs and mutters that the key is around his neck. They pull it off of him throwing it across the room for me to catch (I did!) and I approach Mariah, trying to be as gentle as I can with her as I unlock the cuffs from around her wrists. She thanks me, throwing herself onto me in a hug. I pat her back, helping her stand up so we can walk her out of the building to her family and the waiting EMTs. 

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“Successful op, huh Reid?” I hear Y/N approach as I’m standing by the ambulance, waiting for the EMTs to finish checking on Mariah. I’m a bit surprised. “Oh, um, yeah, except for you I guess.” Y/N raises an eyebrow in question. “He bit you, that’s gotta hurt, right?” I ask. Y/N shrugs. 

“Not really. It bled, sure, but it’s okay,” they tell me. I suddenly feel myself worried over their well-being. I place my hand between their shoulder blades, a silent request for them to follow me to the SUV. 

“Sit, please,” I mutter, grabbing one of the first aid kits we keep in the glovebox. Y/N smiles at me, and I try to keep my blush as bay when I smile back. I use hand sanitizer to clean my own hands before rubbing some into Y/N’s hands. “We’ll wash them and reapply the bandage when we’re back at the station, but this is okay for now,” I tell them and they nod in response. I place a bandage and antibacterial ointment on the wound, wrapping their finger snugly. 

“Oh, thank you, Doctor! You’ve saved me!” Y/N says, laughing at their own antics. I smile back, ready to remind them for the nth time that I’m not a medical doctor, but I think better of it and opt with a simple, “you’re welcome”. I turn to walk away, to check in with the rest of the team before I hear Y/N call to me. 

“Wait! Doctor Reid!” I turn to face them again, wondering if something else is wrong. Instead of wearing a concerned facial expression, Y/N wears a smirk. “You gonna kiss it better?”

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lip gallagher x fem!reader fake relationship

emily prentiss x fem!reader smut

chef luca x fem!reader smut

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✧ Hit and go (home)

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: age regression, fluff, reader’s on her period, injury in gym class, implied messy home life

You simply didn’t feel right from the second you woke up. You felt exhausted even after a full eight hours of sleep, nauseous and cranky. You knew you were due to get your period soon and weren’t looking forward to it because you’d always have terrible headaches and cramps, among other things. You made it to school with AJ without an issue, but once you got there, you had to use the restroom. So, you went while AJ waited for you in the cafeteria, chatting with Gabi and Stacey. 

Lo and behold, you had just started your period and the cramps immediately hit you like a twist of your insides. Thank god you’d put a pad on before leaving the house. You took a deep breath, flushed the toilet and washed your hands. 

AJ smooches you on the cheek, palm naturally caressing your lower back. She notices the furrow of your brows and asks, “You okay?” 

Do you tell her? Nah, not now.

“Mhm.” You nodded, kissing her too for good measure.

AJ walks you to your home room, Gabi and Stacey close behind. Gabi enters the classroom with you— you two had the same homeroom. Then, you two said bye to AJ and Stacey who were headed to theirs. Settling down at your usual desk, you were picking at your nails while staring at the clock on the wall. When the teacher came in with morning announcements and other administrative matters, you could barely focus as the ache you were feeling began to be more widespread. 

Every single minute you spent in that seat felt like the bottom of your spine was on fire. But you persevered, blinking profusely to refocus on your teacher in the front of the room. It worked, you made it through home room, then social studies, physics, American literature, and finally— gym class. That was where you were doubting yourself, you weren’t too sure if you’d make it through the class without bursting into tears. Dillon was staring at you, you could feel it. Then you saw his worried face and looked away to avoid the question. Taking one last sip of water, you began your laps around the gymnasium when the teacher’s whistle went off.

Lunch was next, so it couldn’t be too bad, right?

Nope. You tried, you really tried. But when Tim’s dodgeball slammed into your chest because you didn’t react fast enough , you immediately went down. “Oh, shit!” He froze, “I am so sorry, y/n.”

Dillon knew something wasn’t right when he saw you just fall down like that. He ran over to you from his spot on the other side of the gym and helped you up.

“Are you okay?” He asked, pulling you up.

You swallowed thickly and gave him a nod. Admitting defeat, you walked over to the benches to sit down. The teacher didn’t say anything, given what she’d just witnessed. “You good? You wanna go to the nurse?” Dillon followed you. 

“No.” You answered quietly.

“You should go to—”

“…’m okay.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, screwing your eyes shut.

“Dillon! You still playing or what?” 

“Coming back, coming back.” He answered, jogging back onto the court but not without taking one last glance at you. 

You exhaled shakily, your mind started to race and the pain your were feeling all over your body began to intensify to a point where you could barely keep it together. And so, you stared into space, daydreaming. To keep your mind off the pain. It didn’t last long, however. The shrill sound of Murray’s whistle jolted you out of your thoughts. Causing something like a switch to flip in your head. You were gone. There wasn’t a single thought in your head now that would help you. All you could feel was the need for a hug from AJ, you could no longer focus on anything. The pain that was bothering you disappeared into the void thanks to this switch. But it honestly wasn’t safe for you here either to be doing this.

You got permission to go to the bathroom, then you were gone from the gym. Pushing the heavy door, you found yourself in front of the sink and mirror, staring at your reflection. A wave of pain from the cramping hits you, causing you to cry out as you gripped onto the porcelain sink. Your heart rate picks up, causing your mouth to go dry. You feel your phone in your pocket. Fishing it out you struggled to text AJ, hands shaky.

You just realised you had no idea were she was. Big you would know, but your brain wasn’t allowing you to figure that out right this second. You managed to call her instead, she picks up. 

“Hey, are you alright, honey?” She answered pretty quickly, voice quiet.

“No.” You told her shakily, “No. I— feel weird.”

“Baby, we have lunch in three minutes. Do you think you can hold on and find me in the cafeteria or do you want me to come get you?” She asks, you hear her walking out of what you assume was her classroom. 

You thought hard about her answer, then you said, “I wait.”

“Yeah?” AJ said back, “Okay, my love. I’ll see you in a few minutes. Be careful.” 

“Okay.” You muttered then hung up, cautiously making your way back to the gymnasium to grab your bag right as the bell went off. You winded your way through the group of students and made a beeline for the cafeteria before you slipped even further. 

You hear hurried footsteps behind you, then a tap on your shoulder. You jumped, startled letting out a gasp. “Hey— sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

It was…Dillon.

“How are you feeling? You were gone awhile.”

Here’s the thing, you could hear him loud and clear but you couldn’t exactly understand him anymore. You were fighting the urge to slip into the headspace and it was becoming harder and harder as your pain got worse and worse. You shrug. He doesn’t leave you alone though, now walking next to you to the cafeteria. 

Nearing the cafeteria, you spot AJ at a round table setting her backpack down. So you ran up to her and immediately just hugged her from behind with your arms eventually resting on her shoulders. “Hey, you.” She turned to glance at you. You usually didn’t show affection this way in school, so that tipped her off. “I wanna go home.” You frowned, “Don’t feel good.” She grabs your hand and gave it a squeeze before she turned around and cups your cheek. Her gaze softens and was promptly filled with worry. Dillon went ahead to get his own lunch to give you two some space, he understood.

“You wanna go home?” She asks softly. You nodded, licking your lips.

“Okay.” Her thumb strokes your cheek, “Okay, honey. I’m gonna take you home right now, okay? You’re alright, I got you.” 

AJ grabs her bag and your own, one hand holding onto yours while the other was busy with her phone— trying to text her Mom to let her know that she’d left school early. 

“Everything okay?” Stacey asks when you and AJ were just about to exit the cafeteria.

“Yeah, she’s just not feeling too well so I’m taking her home. I won’t be coming back, but we’re fine.” AJ quickly explained.

“Alright.” Stacey nods, “Take care, babes. I hope you feel better soon.” 

“Car keys.” Gabi handed them over to her sister, “Here. Drive safe.”

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AJ takes you to her place, knowing that you’d one hundred percent be safer here than at your own home. You were nearly caught while in a regressed state at home, and forced yourself to ‘snap out of it’. By the end of that night, you had ran out of the house and was sobbing on the phone to AJ for her to come pick you up. That was the first time she’s ever seen you that distraught and even unlike your usual self. But she had no problem talking you through it and calming you down. 

“Baby.” She called for you, to get your attention, “Wanna change into pjs?” 

You gulped uncomfortably, giving her a nod. She shut her bedroom door and locked it before heading over to her closet and looking through it. AJ pulled out two different sets of pyjamas for you to choose from. How she went about doing things depended on how you felt, and how you seemed overall. Today, a fixed set of choices was the way to go in order to not overwhelm you. 

“Here, pick one.” She held onto both sets for you to see. You reached for the set with shorts instead of the one with long pants. “Do you want me to help?” She bent down a little to catch your gaze, not entirely sure if you’d fully gone into the headspace. Sometimes you’d force yourself to ‘stay big’, and she didn’t want you to do that because when you’ve eventually stopped masking, you’d usually have a meltdown because you were trying so hard to suppress the urge and emotions.

You mumbled a no then proceeded to change into the pyjamas right in front of her. Obviously, this was the norm whether or not you were regressed. You clearly felt safe and secure in her presence. While you were changing, she set both backpacks aside and plugged in both her phones and yours to let them charge. “You want some lunch?” She took your hand. 

You weren’t too sure thanks to the bloat. So you shrugged. “Tummy doesn’t feel good?” She asks knowingly. You shook your head, lips slightly pouted. 

“Come on.” She leads you down to the kitchen after retrieving your favourite sippy cup from her closet, “We’ll get you something to help make you feel better, hm?” 

The Campos family kept their OTC meds in the bottom shelf of their pantry. So that’s where AJ was looking in order to find one suitable for you, “Here we go.” She pulled out two options, one was a liquid, the other was a chewable pain reliever. She took one look at you and knew you’d be likely to throw up the liquid variety so she put that away. “Take this, okay? Then I’ll open up a pudding cup for you?” AJ suggested, you stood leaning against the kitchen island as she spoke. She hands the little pill to you and you took it from her, popping it into your mouth. It didn’t taste too horrible so you were done with it quite quickly. AJ hands you your cup that she’d filled with some apple juice first then turned around to grab you a vanilla pudding cup from the fridge— and a spoon, of course. She handed a teaspoon to you knowing you preferred a smaller one right now. “Sit down, honey.” She urged quietly. 

You took the spoon and sat down on a barstool. AJ does the same, sitting opposite you. She peeled off the top of the cup and hands it to you without saying anything. AJ kept a close eye on you and noticed you had teary eyes. She hated this sight with a passion. AJ hated the fact that she was the one responsible for the consequences of your parents’ actions. They had hurt you so badly that you were forced to heal this way. Your regression was always involuntary, and always triggered by your parents fighting or worse…oh shit. That must’ve been what happened last night before school today. 

AJ was glad you were using this way to heal, it was healthier than what you could have ended up doing. It actually helped you. Don’t get her wrong, AJ loved you to death and would do anything for you. She just had a very strong hatred and disrespect for your parents because of how they were like. Because of how they treated you and how they were still treating you. The girl before you bit back a sigh, and you could still feel her eyes on you. You usually didn’t care, but in this state? You were easily upset. You cried so easily but yet you loved to fight it.

AJ was learning that your behaviour during your regression was a direct reflection of how you were like when you were actually at that age. And it hurt her heart, it really did. She wanted to change that for you…she wants you to heal. 

Neither of you have had lunch yet, but she wants to make sure that you ate before she did. “Do you want some more?” She asks. You shook your head no before eating another spoonful. You didn’t feel like you could eat anymore, you felt full but you weren’t. 

“Okay.” She gave in anyway, knowing you were likely feeling very uncomfortable with today being day one of your period. Yeah, she figured that out too. 

“Wanna head back to bed, honey?” She leans closer to ask, also noting that you were done eating. 

“Okay.” You sniffed. AJ handed you your favourite blanket and stuffed toy, then you were quickly snuggled under your blanket with the toy in your arm. You were eager to block out the world, but also a bit more at ease now that the pain medicine was beginning to take effect. AJ was hungry, but she also knew you’d rather have her stay with you— at least till you fell asleep. So, that’s what she did. She sat right next to you, palm rubbing your back in a comforting motion or patting it in order to lull you to sleep. It was a simple tactic, but it always worked since you tended to be sleepier than usual in times like this. 

“I love you, baby.” She hums. 

You didn’t respond, obviously being so groggy but she knew you heard it because your body relaxed. 

A year ago, AJ had a complete breakdown over academics and the stress her Dad had put her through. Ever since then, he’d very thankfully stopped being so hard on her, and was grateful for AJ just doing the best she could— no matter what the grade was, or what the outcome was of a meet. Those few weeks were distressing for you, but she eventually worked through it, they talked everything out and have finally reached a mutual understanding after years and years of a strained relationship. You stuck by her side though— found it sweet and really appreciated it, especially since she knew the situation was a potential trigger. 

Anyway, so while her parents didn’t initially know that you had the tendency to age regress, her mother was very worried about you one day and talked to AJ about it.  Then it came out that you were actually regressed which was why you were so exceptionally clingy — you were right next to her holding on to her arm when she told her mother. Even if she didn’t say it, it was raising suspicion for sure. Once AJ had settled you down in her bed for a bit with cartoons and animal crackers, she sat down with her mom to explain everything. All while keeping the details as vague as she could to keep it private.

“So she just acts like a kid?”

“Well, it’s not that she’s acting like a kid. When regression happens, she believes that she’s actually that age. She’s reverted back to a time where she feels safer and happier. And knowing what she’s been through and is still going through, I really really get it.” 

Her mom gave her an apologetic look for how direct that question came across.

“How long has this been going on?” 

“I don’t know. But we’ve been together two years and I only found out about this eight months ago. It’s been very hard for her to talk to me about this so I really want to make sure you understand this. It’s okay if you don’t like it, you don’t have to be involved in caring for her in any way — but I just want her to have somewhere safe to heal. I won’t let her be in common areas if that’s what you want me to do. She’ll just be in my room.” 

“Why would I not want her in common areas?” 

“I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Mija, I’m a mom. I’m simply worried about someone’s child. If that’s all it is…she needs some time where she can snuggle with you, play with toys, watch cartoons and colour books and pages. I am so glad she’s doing all that and not harming herself or starving herself. She can feel free to do so, I need to understand this better, but she clearly feels safe here, she feels safe with you. So while I do that, you just focus on yourself and on her. Just be careful around your papi. You know he’s not too open-minded.”

“I know, mama. I just— you know I love her. And I love you, I never planned to keep things to myself but we just didn’t know if we told you, you’d be okay with it or not.”

“Don’t worry about it. I understand why, but now that I’m aware, if she needs anything, don’t hesitate to let me know, too.” 

————

AJ’s mom came home from work when AJ was in the kitchen eating. “How’s everything?”

“She’s napping now but was in some pain. Got her period this morning but something else set her off.” 

“Did she eat?” AJ’s mom set down her bag on the counter.

“Like, one pudding cup and some juice. She’s bloated and I don’t want to force it because otherwise there’d be a huge chance of her puking. Which she hates, then she’ll cry and I’ll cry so, I just let her sleep after taking the chewable pill.”

“Why are you home so early?”

“It’s not busy at the restaurant now, so I thought I’d come back to check on you girls for a little bit before going back there soon. It only gets busy once schools in the area let out for the day.” 

“Oh, okay.” AJ nods while munching on some fries.

“Do you want me to cook her anything? Soup? Congee?” 

“It’s okay, I’ll just ask her what she wants to eat later if she feels up for it.” 

Her mom agrees, “Alright. You doing okay?”

“I’m fine, just waiting on Gabi to be back so I can get started on my homework that she’s helping me bring home.” 

After finishing her lunch, AJ washed the dishes and did some chores. Her mom still made soup anyway, just to have it on ‘standby’. “Mama, you don’t—”

“It’s easy, it’s fine. I have time.” 

“Thank you.” AJ pressed a kiss to her mom’s cheek. 

“You’re welcome.” 

“I’ll cook some rice too.” AJ decided, “it’ll be easy on her stomach but be filling enough if she decides she wants some.” 

“That’s a good idea.” 

After putting all the ingredients into the pot, AJ’s mom let the soup simmer. Then, she got read y to head back to the restaurant. “I’ll get going, okay? Don’t hesitate to call or text if anything, yeah, mamita?” 

“I know, mama. Thank you, have a good rest of your shift.” 

With a kiss to the teen’s head, she was out the door. AJ eventually sits at the counter scrolling through her phone until she heard movement from her room that made her get on her feet. She put her phone down and went upstairs. “Hey, you’re up.” She stood in the doorway. It hasn’t even been an hour since you fell asleep. 

“I don’t feel good.” You said, holding your arms out for a hug. 

“I know, bubs. I know.” She sat down next to you and wrapped her arms around you instantly, “It’s just for a few days, okay? I promise. I’ll take good care of you in the meantime.” Resting your chin on her shoulder and inhaling the scent of her coconut water shampoo, your eyes shut when you felt that twist in your lower abdomen again. When you pulled away, she holds your face in her hand then brushes the hair out of your eyes. 

“Whyyyy.” You sulked. 

“Sometimes it just has to happen.” She strokes cheek. AJ wasn’t about to explain periods to you when you were in the headspace of a five year old. “But the fun thing is, you get all the snuggles you want. And play whatever you want.” 

You whined, obviously still in some discomfort despite the pain meds. “Why, what’s wrong?” She asks.

“It still hurts.” You groaned softly.

Maybe a heat pack will do you some good, she thought. 

“I’m gonna go get you something and we’ll see if it helps, kay? I’ll just be a sec.” You refused to let go of her, she chuckles, “Honey, if you don’t wanna let me go, I can’t get the heat pack for you from downstairs.” 

“Okay.” You gave in and put your arms down.

She smooches you on the cheek, “Good girl. I’ll be right back.” 

Right before she steps out of her room, you stopped her. So she turned around, “Yeah? What ya need, honey?”

“I’m…kinda hungry.”

“I got you.” She smiled. 

You pulled your blanket up again and grabbed your cup for a drink since you were thirsty. Staring into space, you only got pulled back into reality when you heard AJ enter the room again with the heat pack and a bowl of soup for you. “I’ll feed you.” She sits right by you, “After we put this on your tummy.” 

You nodded wordlessly, letting her help you with it. Once the warm weighted heat pack came into contact with your shirt, the heat spread to your skin, providing you with much needed relief soon after. “Is that good?” She asked, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. 

“Yeah.” You assured.

“Do you feel like you have to throw up, baby?” AJ asks while grabbing the bowl and spoon from your nightstand.

“No.” You murmured, “…’m okay.”

“That’s really good, baby. That’s so good.” She smiled softly, scooping a spoonful of the soup and rice and holding it up to your lips, “Have a little bit. No rush.” 

Finally, you felt okay enough to eat something. It was great, seeing that it was 3:20 in the afternoon and all you had today was a bowl of cereal and a pudding cup. Having something so warm and comforting was amazing. 

“Hey, I’m home!” A voice called out from downstairs. You got startled. 

“You’re good, you’re good. It’s just Gabi.” She shushed, plopping the spoon back in the bowl.

You’d knocked your toy off her bed in the process so AJ quickly picked it back up for you. “You’re okay, just focus on the cartoons— here.” AJ set up the iPad for you with one hand and let you watch your favourite cartoon to keep your mind hopefully off everything else.

You relaxed soon enough, and so did AJ, which allowed her to finish feeding you the entire bowl of chicken soup and rice. Gabi could be heard in her room next door, putting down her bag, washing up and her closet opening and closing. “Hey, guys.” 

“Gabs, hey.” AJ smiled back while getting up from the bed to put the bowl in the sink.

“Your homework.” Gabi held up the stack, “And hers. I’ll just leave it on your desk.” She walks in, placing the homework on the desk. “How’s she feeling?” 

“Eh, still a little suckish but we’re making do.” AJ answered, noticing a prompt shift in your demeanour once her sister walked in. She squeezes your hand. 

There had been enough going on for Gabi to notice over time, but she’s never once said anything because it wasn’t any of her business. “Anyway, mom made chicken soup so go eat if you haven’t.”

“I will.” Gabi quirked a brow, “You want me to bring that bowl downstairs? She seems pretty comfortable.”

AJ laughs, stroking your hair and noticing that you had your head in her lap. “That…would be great. Thanks, Gabs.” 

“No problem.” Gabi allowed herself to chuckle. 

Gabi left you and AJ alone quickly, remaining in the dining room to eat while AJ hung around with you up here. There was one little detail she couldn’t help but notice: you had your hand on your chest or clutching at your shirt there, a lot. Almost constantly in fact. “Bubs, what’s the matter? Why do you keep blocking your chest?” She finally asked.

You shook your head.

“Baby, come on.” She fought the urge to sigh, “Let me take a look.” 

Blinking the forming tears away, you bit your lip nervously but your hand loosens its grip. AJ lifted up to check what was going on. Her eyes widened, “Did this happen in gym?”

You nodded to answer her question, “Tim threw it, then it hit me.”

She knew it was the doing of a dodgeball, that was the current sport for her class too. It didn’t look too bad, just a small bruise and some redness. Damn, Tim really put all his might into the throw. AJ’s never seen an injury like this one before because of dodgeball. 

 Well then you had to use the restroom so you went, and she went with you. And she knew you’d need her there because you got scared seeing the bleeding. You forgot you were on your period. 

“Honey. Honey, breathe. You’re okay, everything’s okay.” She shut the bathroom door, “I’ll help you with it.” 

No questions asked, she peeled off the used sanitary napkin and got rid of it before putting on a new one for you. Usually, she’d guide you to do it yourself but right now you were as good as frozen so she assisted, otherwise you’d be sitting on the toilet for ages. 

Anyway, crisis averted. After washing her hands, she made sure you did too and took you back to her bed. “Alright— what do you wanna do now, bubs? How about a puzzle? Or should we do some colouring?” 

You thought about it, then answered, “Puzzle, please.” 

After fixing two puzzles, you decided you’ve had enough fun and wanted to lay on AJ and just let her hug you. Well, the girl absolutely loved doing that so she immediately pulled you onto herself. You kind of straddled her, with your cheek squished against her chest. “Are you tired?”

“No.” You shook your head, murmuring.

“So you just want my hugs then?” She grins.

You nodded, “Uh-huh.” 

“Well, lucky you.” She combs her fingers through your hair, planting a kiss to the top of your head. “Do you want anything for your chest? Does it hurt a lot?” 

“Nope, I want cuddles. Just feels a little weird.”

“Are you sure?” She looked you in the eye, “Does it hurt when you breathe, honey? Maybe you should lay down on your side instead.”

“No…” You whined, “I want cuddles.” 

“Okay.” AJ exhaled, rubbing your back, “Okay, you’re gonna get all the cuddles you want, bubs. I promise.” 

You giggled, “Yay.” 

“You’re silly.” She teased.

“No, you are.” You responded airily.

Meanwhile downstairs, AJ’s mom was home. “Mami, hi!” Gabi greeted, “Oh, they’re up in AJ’s room.”

Then footsteps, up the stairs, towards AJ’s room. “Hi, girls.” 

“Hi, Ana.” You looked back at the lady. AJ gasped, “Baby, what—”

“It’s okay.” Her mom bites back a laugh. “How are you feeling, sweetie?”

“No good.” You pouted.

“Well I’m sorry about that. But I got you a little something, maybe it’ll cheer you up?” Ana walked closer.

“Mom—” AJ squinted.

“Ay, es solo una cosita!” Ana chuckles.

“What did you— oh no way.”

“Look at her, she loves it!” Ana gushed.

“Where did you get it?” AJ arched a brow, “This blanket has been out of stock in the area for like— the last few weeks.” 

“I know you’ve been looking for it to get her one, so I decided to pop in to one of the stores near work to check. They just restocked.” Ana explained, “She’s not feeling too well so I figured it would be nice to get her a little pick me up.” 

“Thanks, mama.” AJ smiled brightly, “I’ll pay you back—”

“Ay, no. Don’t do that. Let me get her something every now and then, si? We can afford it, don’t worry.” 

“Say thank you, baby.” AJ nudged.

“Thaaank you.” You told Ana, beaming.

“You are very welcome, cariño.” Ana replied with a smile plastered on her face, “Gabi’s getting dinner started, I will be in the shower. Not to worry, your Dad went on his little trip with his guys. Feel free to do whatever, wherever.” 

“Okay, love you, mama.” 

Giving AJ a little kiss on the cheek and you one on your head, “Yo te quiero mas.” 

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💭A/N:

Uh…so, I got a little carried away and this fic became 4.8k words😭 enjoy this fic that no one asked for🙂 (excuse my rusty Spanish)

[d-lanx]

i've been thinking about punklee and AJs book and how much of a fucking fanfiction it all is. Punk was most likely smitten with her before the storyline, they did the whole on-screen pretend romance. He was living out his dreams, and then in the final kiss, when he knew it would be the last time he'd get to do it under the guise of a storyline, he decided to make the most of it, and that was what made her start falling in love.

Punklee is a real life fake dating AU 🥺

[thlayli-ra]

Hey hey, le me again, I figured I’d do a fluff ficlet request as well since you said the more the merrier!

I really liked “Getting them something from the store when they only mentioned it in passing”, I adore cute little gestures like that and I think it would be really good with AJPunk, either way would work, I don’t have a preference for who’s going to the store, I know I’ll love it either way. I hope you’re not getting too swamped right now, this offer is just too good to pass up.

Are you kidding me???? First you give me Dick Rick/Mox whump and now MY OTP???? Three words... Hell Fucking YEAH!!!!!!!

Treat - 'Getting them something only mentioned in passing'

Characters - AJ Lee, CM Punk, Larry

Rating - Teen and up

Warnings - None apply

AJ knew that Punk's road to recovery would be tough but today was a particularly bad day. Not nearly as bad as his broken foot a couple years back, at least, that had been two and a half months of living hell! Probably because he had to remain in bed and couldn't do even the most basic of things like taking Larry out for a walk to get some fresh air. Punk was the same as AJ; a human hummingbird. He had to keep busy, keep moving or else he'd die.

'You mean sharks,' he'd said to her when she'd made the mistake of telling him the analogy once. 'Sharks have to keep moving or else they'll die.'

'Mmmm, nah, I think it's hummingbirds.'

'I'm telling you Ape, it's sharks. Hummingbirds perch all the damn time. Anyway,' he muttered under his breath, 'sharks are way cooler.'

She'd admitted defeat on that occasion, one of the incredibly rare times she did so. Mainly because she had an inkling she was wrong but that was beside the point. Punk was out injured, depressed and needed a win.

Today was another such day. She eyed his right arm strapped firmly in the hinged brace, almost identical to the one he'd worn on his other arm the year before. That injury had almost been something of a relief, a valid excuse to keep him away from a toxic environment that had been growing more poisonous by the week until Punk could no longer tell which of the greetings shot his way were friendly or chimpanzee smiles, hissing at him through clenched teeth. It had all blown up catastrophically and Punk was in no rush to return, nor did he have to thanks to his torn tricep.

(And the suspension too, of course.)

But now, with this injury, his third is almost as many years, it was a different story. He had just returned to WWE, the stars had finally aligned and the brightest among them that he had chased his entire career (re; his entire adult life) was finally within his grasp. He was going to headline Wrestlemania, finally take his place among the spotlight of the immortals.

However, the ground crumpled out from beneath him and instead of walking out of the Royal Rumble victorious, he hobbled out clutching his arm. An accident, more to do with the way he took the fall rather than the way Drew McIntyre executed the move, but Punk was still bitter about it. He had every right to be.

Particularly today, the day of Elimination Chamber. He was being uncharacteristically quiet and AJ found him on the couch flicking through all his colleagues posts on his phone. 'I should be there, Ape,' he sighed dejectedly. 'I was gonna win the thing and go on to challenge Seth for his title at Wrestlemania. Instead I'm sitting on my ass, squeezing a fucking foam ball every few minutes.'

'I know, baby,' AJ tried to offer what comfort she could, brushing his hair off his brow and planting a kiss on his temple. 'I'm sorry. Is there anything I can get you?'

'Nah, I'm good.'

'Not even a coffee.'

'No, thanks.'

Holy shit! Things were really bad if he was refusing a coffee. He was low, as low as she'd seen him in a long time and she needed to do something to help. Something big!

It was then that she remembered the moment shortly after he'd woken up from surgery a few weeks ago. She was there at his bedside, like she always was, when Punk, dozy from the anaesthetic, turned to her. 'Ape,' he'd said, his face as serious as the grave, half-lidded hazel eyes boring into her dark browns, 'I would destroy this entire building and everybody in it to get my hands on some Dr Crankenstein's Peanut-Butter Stuffed Goober-Heads right now!'

She'd blinked back at him for a moment. 'Ok, good to know,' she replied. 'I saw a vending machine outside, you want me to go buy you some-'

'AJ, AJ, AJ, Ape, Ape, Ape,' he whittled, wobbling his head from side-to-side. 'You sweet, beautiful creature, you' (Punk was extra affectionate when he was drugged up to his eyeballs, ironically) 'you can't just go buy them, they're not in season. They only bring 'em out for my birthday. And, you know, Halloween. Hence... hence' (she didn't know why he felt the need to say it twice), 'why I said I would destroy every brick in this fucking building and every man, woman and child in it to get my hands on them.'

'Oh...' Damn, he was lucky he was high as a kite right now or else she'd be a little concerned. 'Ok then, sweetie.'

'Except for you,' he added, clutching at his wife's hand. 'You're way too beautiful and amazing. I could never destroy you.'

'Ok. Good to know. Thanks.'

Inspiration struck! (She was a fucking genius!)

She would find those Gooby-watcha-thingies, even though it was only February, and she would present them to Punk to help him out of his depression. She imagined his face when she handed them over, how it would light up and his eyes fill with tears and his lips tremble as he uttered out 'how...' and she'd just shake back her hair and go 'because I am the best in the world'.'

No wait, that was his catchphrase. Damn... she'd think of line later.

Sneaking off to the back door, AJ pulled on her jacket and laced up her Chucks then popped Larry into his stroller.

'Larry,' she said, snapping on a pair of dark shades. 'Let's roll!'

The first place she tried was a short walk down the block. She found nothing in the candy aisle and tracked down a poor, unsuspecting employee to help her. 'Hey,' she said to the guy who looked to be in his early twenties and really didn't want to be here today, let alone serve some crazy lady pushing her tiny werewolf around like a baby. 'I was wondering if you happen to sell any Goober-Heads?'

'Any what?'

'Goober-Heads. You know, those things with peanut butter in them, made by uh, something-stein, um doctor or professor... Funkenstein or...'

'Dr Crankenstein?' The guy asked with a raised eyebrow.

'That's the guy!' AJ cheered. 'You got any of those?'

'Lady, this is February. They only come out in October around Halloween.'

'Yeah, I know that, but you might, I dunno, have one or two just lying around? Like in the back or something?'

'You think we have a secret stash of months-old candy in the back? In like, a super-secret closet? The same one we keep the Ark of the Covenant in?'

AJ knew she was being mocked. But also, kinda didn't care. She was on a mission from God. 'Do you?'

'No, lady!'

Hmm, worth a shot.

Being polite didn't work so in the next store she tried being flirty. 'Excuse me, kind sir?' she asked an older employee, pulling her shades down enough for her enormous chocolate eyes to look over them alluringly. 'Do you mind helping lil ol' me out?' Oh, so we're going for Southern Belle are we? Interesting...

'Of course, how can I help?' Oh dear, he sounded very professional and she suddenly spotted the word 'manager' on his name tag but she carried on in spite of the warning signs.

'You see, I'm having such a terrible time of it lately, you have no idea-'

'I'm sorry to hear that, m'am.'

'Oh, you're too kind. Why, firstly I was jilted by the man I loved with all my heart then I married another out of spite, a soldier who went off to fight then up and died from the measles-' And now, we're just reeling off the plot of Gone with the Wind. Great! '..and here I am, a widow in mourning with a child to raise by myself and all's I long for is my stolen youth.'

'I... see,' the manager said, sounding so very concerned and supremely confused. 'I am really, very sorry to-'

'But, you know what would make all this hurt and pain in my heart disappear?' AJ took a step in closer and whispered huskily 'every packet of Mister Crookenstein's Peanut-Butter Filled Cooker-Heads you have.'

The sudden change in tone broke every wire in the poor guy's brain. 'W-what?'

'If you'd be so kind?'

'Do you mean... Dr Crankenstein's Peanut-Butter Stuffed Goober-Heads?'

'Yes, those.'

'Um, M'am, I am terribly sorry for the loss of your husband and your, um... youth, but we don't currently have any Dr Crankenstein's Goober-Heads in stock. It's February.'

'Not even in the back? Like a secret stash in some kind of super-secret closet?'

The manager stared back at her blankly.

'I'll just show lil ol' me out, then.'

Next store, she channelled her inner Karen (she had to reach deep, deep down inside of her) 'You!' she screeched at the closest employee, her shrill voice making Larry jump inside his stroller. 'I want to speak to a manager!'

'That would be me, m'am,' a woman stepped out from behind the till, with a neatly pressed polo shirt and a 'don't-fuck-with-me' look on her face. AJ gulped and considered bolting for the door but then thought of her husband at home, scrolling mournfully through his phone and the vision was so tragic she kept her ground.

'Oh, good! I want every single one of your Dr Pepperstein's Peanut-Butter Crammed Goober-Heads this second cause I know you have some in the back and I won't be leaving without any.'

The manager took in a deep breath to keep herself good and calm. 'M'am, they only release Goober-Heads in October for-'

'I don't care. I am a paying customer and the customer is always right. Have one of your staff search the back and find me some Glooper-Heads-

'Goober-Heads!'

'Uh, yes, Goober-Heads or else!'

The manager drew in another breath, staring daggers at AJ while she plucked her radio off her belt. 'Mack? This is Samira. Can you please search the back for any Dr Crankenstein's Peanut-Butter Stuffed Goober-Heads.'

'Goober-Heads? But this is Feb-'

'Just do it, jackass.'

She flicked off her radio and the two women stared one another down for ten long, long minutes until the radio crackled and Mack informed them that he had hunted high and low but found nothing.

'See?'

'Yeah, but did he try the super-secret-'

'Get out of my store!'

'Fine.' Letting out a huff, AJ turned around. 'But you'll be getting a very firmly-worded e-mail from me about this!'

The following stores all followed the same pattern;

'Goober-Heads?'

'In February?'

'I'm sorry, m'am, they're not in season.'

'They only release them around Halloween.'

'No, miss, we don't have any "lying around" in the back.'

'What do you mean "secret stash"?'

'I've said it once and I'll say it again, there's no such thing as a super-secret closet.'

Until AJ had to admit defeat and began the long, slow march home. Larry must have sensed her melancholy as he gave her hand a comforting lick. 'Thank you,' she smiled sadly when all of a sudden the little dog made a strange noise and began to pad his feet impatiently. She followed his gaze as he gave out a yip and gasped.

There on the corner, was a store she'd never seen before. An odd, little shop that looked dark inside but the red fluorescent light said it was 'open' so she took the chance and steered the stroller towards it.

The interior smelled of incense and had way too many curtains but there was a cash register in one corner, a fridge stuffed full of bargain basement soda brands buzzing in the other and an ancient coffee machine looming ghoulishly over her, suggesting it was indeed a convenient store. She wouldn't have been surprised, however, to find this place sold mogwais.

AJ spotted an old-fashioned reception bell on the counter so she went over and dinged it and waited for a reply. A head suddenly popped up from behind one of the shelving units, greeting her with a 'yes, how can I help you?'

'AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!' Clutching at her heaving chest, AJ tried to compose herself. 'I... um, do you... do you have any...' Only now, after everything she'd done that day, did it finally hit her how dumb she sounded. She hung her head. 'You know what, forget it.'

Turning Larry around, she began to head for the door when the shop assistant stepped out from behind the unit and eyed her. 'You've been searching for something, haven't you?'

AJ blinked rapidly at him. 'How did you-?'

'You have the steely look of determination and the stench of fatigue that comes with a formidable quest.' AJ scrunched up her nose at that, feeling insulted and more than a little tempted to lift up her arm and check. 'Tell me, young lady, what do you seek?'

'Um... Dr Crankenstein's Peanut-Butter Stuffed Goober-Heads?'

'In February?'

Her heart sank. 'I know, I know. They're out of season.'

The shop assistant glanced around him, shuffling over to the blinds at the window and peered out. 'Can you be trusted?'

'Uh... yeah?'

'Do you swear to take this secret with you to the grave?'

A bit dramatic for a packet of candy but, yeah, sure, whatever. 'I swear.'

The strange man lingered at the window a moment more than made a dash for counter. 'Follow me.' He lifted up one of the many curtains for her and Larry to enter through and AJ found herself in the storage area at the back, piled high with boxes and crates. But the man carried on, walking over to a huge, ornate closet made of dark wood and carved with intricate markings. It was pad-locked. He used a key on a chain around his neck to unlock it.

'Now, remember,' he said to her as he grasped the burnished metal handles, 'never breath a word of what you have witnessed today.'

She gave a firm nod. The doors were flung open, and a great light blinded her for a moment. As she blinked back into reality, what she saw was... beautiful! 'The Super-Secret Closet...' she hushed out under her breath.

'Here,' the shop assistant said, pressing a plastic packet into her hand. Angels sang in her skull when she spied those infamous words printed in black, loopy letters. Dr Crankenstein's Peanut-Butter Stuffed Goober-Heads. 'That'll be twenty dollars.'

It was a fucking rip-off! They only cost like five bucks.

She bought ten.

Then dashed home, her glorious treasure carefully stashed in the basket under Larry's stroller, both members of the triumphant fellowship holding their heads up high. Her feet were light as a feather, walking on air as she skipped up her driveway, unlocked the door and booped it open with the side of her butt and-

'Hey, you're back!' She jumped a mile when Punk manifested in the doorway behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. 'I missed you both so much.' Placing his lips against her neck, he peppered her with kisses, making her eyelids flutter and she swooned back against his strong chest.

'You seem happier?' she noted, looking up at him. Soft, hazel eyes glistened back at her.

'I am. Now that you're here.'

'Me?'

The corner of his lips curled and she was putty, melting under the influence of a blowtorch. 'You always brighten my day, no matter how low I feel. You always make it right, just by being you. I love you, Ape.'

In that moment, her mission dulled in importance and she walked away, leaving her precious bounty behind. Right now, what her husband needed... was her. So she sat with him and watched tv, cuddled into his side while Larry sprawled over both of them and snoozed with his little pink tongue sticking out between his distinctive fangs. They ate junk food and ordered take-out and laughed and kissed and talked about anything other than the PLE unfolding in Australia.

Later on, when Punk went to take Larry out for his evening walk he felt something large in his jacket pocket. To his utter amazement, he pulled out an unopened packet of Dr Crankenstein's Peanut-Butter Stuffed Goober-Heads!

'What the fuck?!'

From the living area, AJ lifted her head up lazily from her book and glanced over. 'Everything ok, baby?'

'Did you get these?' He waved the bag at her.

She made a face and shook her head. 'Never seen them before in my life.'

'They're like, my favourite candy of all time! But they're impossible to find this time of year.'

'Maybe you had them in your pocket this whole time and just forgot about them?'

'Yeah... maybe...'

AJ returned to her book, a small, sly smile on her lips when warm arms engulfed her shoulders and lips nuzzled into her hair, kissing her passionately. 'I fucking love you, April Jeanette Mendez!'

Her cheeks began to turn pink and she beamed back bashfully.

'I love you too!'

*I am never writing Dr Crankenstein's Peanut-Butter Stuffed Goober-Heads ever again!!!

[aj-lenoire]

because of the netflix live action show being released, the summit now has 2500 kudos holy shit 😭

[voltstone]

S4 WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AND WEIRD

I love the fourth season. It does so many things right. But also. …it's kinda a mess.

Like a very pretty mess. But a mess. And I could write a wholeass essay on it. Don't feel like it right now.

I will say this one thing now though: it has always confused me how of all the seasons, S2 is the one that really explores being a kid in an apocalypse without really an adults to guide said kid, and not…S4?

Sure, there's adults in S2, but Clementine is stuck in this weird grey zone where she can't really rely on them, and has to be her own adult. And this does include Kenny, depending on what people choose to do, and what they interpret. Because he was easily just as bad given the specific scenes. Better, given other scenes, but the bad was…really bad.

But then there's S4. And like, yeah sure, the schoolkids are there to represent a healthy but struggling community—in that there's things to work through, but they genuinely care for each other, and they do whatever it takes to survive, regardless of what they think a "liability" is.

But like. The season never really explored the extent of what being abandoned by adults really would imply??

Like why is S2 the only one where exploring substances as a kid is a thing? Clementine can smoke and drink there, and that's with adult influence. Whereas with S4, nothing. Even though the fishing shack looks like it's a hotspot for booze.

I dunno if I'm making sense. This is why I generally write essays and not splurge on a post. Lol. But. I just. I just wish S4 really explored what the adults leaving did to those kids, man. Beyond what the season did.

S4 in this regard just felt like they knew what being a troubled kid implied, but they actually never wanted to depict kids doing more adult things, other than survival, even though Clementine 1) could've smoked and drank before because…the adults around her were…hmph, and 2) she is literally raising a child on her own. Like it beats around the bush but in a weird and obscure way that I don't have the energy to pick apart.

I just.

[alcego]

THE SEAGULL. HE IS SMOKING

rated T for teens Kandreil 5.9k

Andrew is a line cook. he is also being bullied by a seagull

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[imtheiliad]

maddie and eddie texting coda [1/?] 6x12

[hippolotamus]

🐝🐝🐝(if it’s not too late) 😘

It's never too late for you, my dear. (She says as she answers a week and a half later...) Bridgerton sentences for you! 💖

“Evan!” His parents shout in unison, and if looks could kill he’d be dead a thousand times over. Maddie steps closer, resting her hand on his forearm as a reassurance. “Evan.” A soft antidote to the poisonous way his name was spat out only moments before. “It’s okay.” He turns to face his sister, ignoring that they aren’t alone. He can feel his voice breaking before he manages any words. “Maddie. How can you say that? It’s not. Not after-”  He swipes away the tears threatening to fall, unable to voice what he wants to but knowing she understands him just the same. In a single fluid movement, her hands come together around one of his and she locks their pinkies together.  “It’s okay, Evan,” she murmurs.

[tadaffodil]

Relationship: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi

Tags: Pining | Getting Together | First Kiss | Soft Tsukishima Kei | Post-Time Skip

Word count: 2,572

Summary: He’s always known how to love quietly, how to hide affection in listening and remembering rather than his own words, how to stand beside Yamaguchi and pretend it’s accidental. Pretend the space between them doesn’t make his chest ache, doesn’t pull him apart.

or

Three times Tsukishima touches Yamaguchi and the one time Yamaguchi does it first

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

I heard Hold On, We're Going Home on the radio on my drive home yesterday and this is what my brain supplied me with so 🤷‍♀️

"Edddd-he-he-he-heeeeee!"

The sound of Dustin's wail splits through the rumbling of The Upside Down as they were racing back to the gate.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Fucking idiots! What happened to not being heroes! Steve thinks as he picks up his pace, sprinting faster than he ever has, towards where he thinks he heard the sound come from.

He comes to a skidding halt next to the pair. Dustin, clinging to a lifeless Eddie, his tear-streaked face turned up to the sky, a guttural scream ripping from his little brother's lungs as he howls in agony. It threatens to break through his concentration, but Steve's training is stronger.

"What happened?" Steve asks, trying to peel Dustin off of Eddie so he can get a better look at his wounds. It's obvious it was the bats; they're either dead or writhing around them. But it's like Dustin can't hear him; he's just weeping and rocking Eddie back and forth.

"Dustin!" Steve snaps, finally gaining the boy's attention, his eyes snap open and the grief and heartbreak in their innocent depths are almost too much. Steve knows it would've broken him this time last year, it still could if he doesn't keep his head on straight, "Let go. Let me help!" Steve insists, trying again to get Dustin to let go.

"Steve," Nancy mumbles, sympathy lacing her tone as she reaches out for him and Dustin over their shoulders, but he just holds his hand up to silence her.

"No! He's not going!" Steve asserts, "Dustin, off!" he demands, wrenching the boy away and all but throwing him into Robin's waiting arms. 

She's the only one who knew about the EMT course, she helped him read through some of his textbooks when he'd had to take the day off because he'd had the flu, she knows he's the only one that has a chance to fix this mess. 

Steve reaches for Eddie's throat, but there's a gaping hole on one side, it's bleeding a lot but not squirting, so he's hoping that it's just superficial. Blood's pooling around Eddie but not enough to have hit an artery, he's bleeding out, but it's slow, he can fix this. He presses his fingers into the other side of Eddie's neck. There, a pulse. Barely, but definitely there, once, twice then nothing.

He wastes no time in starting chest compressions, "Robin! Count," he pleads, he knows it'll be easier if he doesn't expend all his energy trying to do both at once.

"One and two and three, one and two and three, one and two and three," she copies his movements, only stopping counting when he searches again for a beat before continuing when he does.

He half hears Nancy trying to get what happened out of Dustin, how it happened, how long ago, but the kid only knows half of the story. He explains how Eddie cut the rope and ran off, how he made it back through the gate by himself, how the bats dropped out of the sky as he wobbled out of the trailer and how he found Eddie.

"He was- he was talking," Dustin gets out between sobs, still shaking in Robin's grasp, the two of them watching Steve work intently.

"When?" Steve asks, still pumping Eddie's chest, half listening to Robin keeping count. 

Dustin doesn't say anything for a second, then he splutters, "I- I don't…"

Except Steve doesn't have time for I don't know's, he needs to know, and he needs to know now, "Think, man!" Steve beseeches impatiently.

"Steve!" both girls snap, confusion written all over Nancy's face, fury on Robin's, mad at him for snapping at Dustin. She wraps her arms tighter, more protectively around the boy, pressing her chin into the top of his head, but she's still counting for him. Dustin's her favourite out of the boys and honestly, he can't blame her, he'd probably say the same if he had to choose.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Dusty, but c'mon, I need to know," he implores.

Dustin nods, breathes deeply and sets his shoulders, scrunching his brows in concentration, "I don't know, he was bleeding, but he was talking, and then he said… but then he was gone, and then you arrived," he recounts, thinking hard he nods to himself, "Seconds, fifteen, twenty? Maybe more, but definitely less than a minute," he decides.

Steve nods back at Dustin, "That's good. That's so good, man. I'm so proud of you," he tells him as sincerely as he can, but he's starting to get tired. He knows he can't do this much longer, his body is screaming at him from everywhere, but he won't stop. He can't. Not just for Dustin's sake but for his own. 

Because honestly, he hasn't been able to stop thinking about Eddie since the boathouse, since he'd pressed broken glass against his neck and left a bruise at the bottom of his back that hasn't gone away, that has him thinking about that moment every time it twinges, and he's already decided that there's no way this is going to be it, he won't let it end this way, not if he can help it.

Nancy's found some fabric from godknowswhere and is doing her best to wrap up the worst of Eddie's wounds. It's only when she runs out of material that she stops working and feels at Eddie's neck, "Pulse!" she shouts. Steve knocks her hand out of the way to check himself and sure enough, weak but there, proof that Eddie's heart is beating by itself.

"Move! Gate! Now!" Steve demands, using every bit of strength he's got left to lift Eddie from the ground. The girls grab either side of Dustin and high tail it to the trailer, Steve moving as fast as his legs will carry him after them. "C'mon, Eddie, just hold on, we're going home," he tells him, holding him more securely as he waddles up the steps.

Dustin's holding the door open for Steve as the girls drag the dining table under the gate, Robin climbing up onto the wooden surface and boosting Nancy through to the other side. Dustin pulls the door closed behind Steve and Eddie, then grabs a dining chair, dragging it next to the table and using it as a step to wobble up on the table surface. Nancy's already clambered off the waiting chair that Dustin had used to launch himself through the gate and is dragging the table into its place, climbing back up to catch Dustin as Robin carefully boosts the boy through to the other side. 

Robin jumps down and helps Steve climb onto the chair and then the tabletop with Eddie in his arms then she climbs back up, and hops a few times. It worries Steve given the way everything here is slowly decaying that the table will crumble beneath their feet, but it doesn't. She leaps at the gate, clinging to its sides and lifting herself until she's falling, landing ungracefully into Nancy's waiting arms, Dustin doing what he can to help them keep their balance. 

Steve nods to himself as he watches them get situated, ready to catch Eddie. All he has to do is get them both through the gate and then they're on the homestretch. All his training tells him Eddie needs a hospital like yesterday but looking at the unconscious boy in his arms, he stalls, something deep in him just can't let Eddie go. Not again.

"Steve," Robin calls, his attention immediately snapping to her, and he just knows from the look on her face. She knows, she sees him, it'll be okay, he just has to trust her and he does. He sucks in a breath and lifts Eddie as high as he can and when he feels the pull from the other side he pushes him towards it, Eddie floating between worlds landing heavily and awkwardly in Robin and Nancy's arms. Steve sucks in a breath when they catch him and between the three of them manage to get back on the ground, laying Eddie down gently on the mattress on the floor. 

Steve doesn't hang around to watch as they do their best to get Eddie comfortable, as soon as they're off the table, Steve grabs the dining chair, dragging it onto the tabletop, stepping up and through the gate, landing heavily on the surface before rolling off onto the ground.

Robin and Dustin have already disappeared and Nancy's screaming into the phone, "I know you can hear us, you bastards! Man down! Get a doctor to Memorial now!"

Steve crawls over to Eddie, kneeling over his patient, pressing his fingers back into his neck. He's still got a pulse, and he isn't bleeding too intensely from anywhere he can see, but Steve knows he won't be able to lift him again, his arms just won't take it. It doesn't stop him brushing gentle fingers over his cheek, wiping away some of the grime, "That's it, Eds, we're home now, man. You just rest, we'll get you the help you need," he mutters to him. 

When he sits back on his heels, he looks up to see Nancy's already waiting with Eddie's legs in her arms. He smiles gratefully at her, but he's distracted from actually thanking her when a car honks outside. They glance at each other and lift, carrying Eddie out and into the waiting car.

Of course you taught Dustin how to hot-wire a car! Little shits, the pair of you! Steve thinks affectionately, as he and Nancy lay Eddie gently over their knees in the backseat. Robin's behind the wheel, thank god! She sticks her foot flat on the gas pedal as soon as the backdoors are closed, panicking and shouting "shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" as Dustin screams for her to "slow down!" as they peel out of the trailer park.

Steve's got one hand on Eddie's neck, holding a pile of napkins from the car's console to the open wound with his thumb, feeling the beat of this pulse through his fingertips, gently stroking Eddie's hair from his face with the other. "You've got some explaining to do when you get better, Eddie Munson. Don't think being a hero means I'm gonna forget about ignoring orders," Steve mumbles. 

Nancy hears him, glances sadly over but doesn't say anything, just turns her face away and focuses on the carnage outside, seeing the way the gate ripped Hawkins apart. 

"Just hold on, Eds, you're doing so good. Just stay with us, man. We've got you. It's still gonna be your year, just you watch! I swear we're gonna get you that diploma if it's the last thing I do. We'll have you back on your feet in no time, so I won't hear any excuses. I bet Dustin's told you I'm a pushover, and I am for that kid but don't think you're not getting out of it that easy. You might be cute, but you're not my kid brother," Steve rambles, because he can't do anything else to help, but he remembers reading in his textbooks that the unconscious can still hear, that talking to them can help bring them back to reality, and he's been knocked out enough times by now to know that it's true. 

"And you're on babysitting duty too. Someone's gotta help me wrangle these damn kids, 'cause I love Robin, but she's useless at it! You and me we're gonna get this one's attitude in check before the big bad world comes to bite him in the arse," Steve tells Eddie knowing he'll know who he's talking about, knowing Dustin will too. He hopes a bit of levity will help, but instead of the protest he half expects, a quiet sob is the only sound that comes out of the front seat. 

Robin reaches over and puts her hand over Dustin's where it had been white-knuckle clenching his seat, giving him the comfort Steve can't right now, and it's almost like they've switched roles.

She's even gotten used to driving, she seems almost as comfortable as he is when he's behind the wheel, and she's as good as he is too, if not better. Not that that surprises Steve. She's always been bigger, brighter and smarter than him, and he loves that so much about her.

"Then when you're all better, and you've finally graduated, you can go off and be a big rock star and shout to the nation instead of the school cafeteria," Steve mumbles, gently removing the tangles and dried blood from his hair. It makes him impossibly sad, but he says it because he knows that's what Eddie wants, what he'd wanted since that damn talent show.

It's not even close to what Steve wants, he wants Eddie to stay with him, to choose to rant to him about the state of the nation's politics and how anything is made better if you add cheese, but it's not an offer he's sure he could ever make and definitely not something he wants to admit aloud especially when Eddie's unconscious.

They're around the corner from the hospital when Eddie makes a guttural rumbling sound that Steve knows isn't good. Shit! Everyone in the car seems to pick up on the tension that automatically fills his body as he presses his fingers harder into Eddie's neck, his pulse is there, but it's weakening. Robin presses down on the gas, the car screeching to a halt outside the ER entrance, Dustin leaping from the vehicle before it's even stopped moving, screaming for help. 

Robin pulls open the car door, grabbing Eddie under his shoulders, helping him and Nancy manoeuvre Eddie carefully out of the backseat, "We're here now, Eds, they're gonna fix you, okay? Just hold on a bit longer, baby, and we'll soon have you home," he tells him as he holds the bloodstained paper to his neck, barely noticing when two nurses arrive with a gurney.

The girls practically have to hold him up as soon as Eddie is safely laid on the bed.

The four of them follow him into the hospital as far as they're allowed anyway, a nurse pressing a firm hand into his chest. Steve wants to argue, he wants to go with Eddie, he wants to make sure they look after him properly, but as he looks at the nurse he realises immediately why he recognises her, it's Stinson. She doesn't say anything, just nods at him, but he understands that she's saying, I've got it from here, so he takes a step back, watching helplessly as the door swings shut behind her.

Dustin and the girls crowd into his chest, relief and grief and love, and all he can do is hold them tight and hope and pray he's right.

[canned-heelys]

Kink/Fluff/Angstober '24 Master List

A new fic every day of October!

Kinktober

Oct 1: Oral Fixation | Fiddleford x Stanley (Gravity Falls)

Oct 2: Phone Sex | Dean X Cas (Supernatural)

Oct 3: Pegging | Apple White x Clawdeen Wolf (Ever After High - Monster High)

Oct 4: First time | Lightning McQueen x Doc Hudson (Cars)

Oct 5: Lingerie | Normal Oak x Hermie The Unworthy (Dungeons and Daddies)

Oct 6: Cockwarming | A. J. Raffles x Bunny Manders (Raffles)

Oct 7: Strip Poker | Spiderman x Deadpool (Marvel)

Oct 8: Overstimulation | Eddie x Venom (Marvel)

Oct 9: Only One Bed | Dick Grayson x Wally West (DC)

Oct 10: Jealousy | Poe x Finn (Star Wars)

Flufftober

Oct 11: Drunk Confession | Fiddleford x Stanley (Gravity Falls)

Oct 12: Lucky Charm | Dean X Cas (Supernatural)

Oct 13: Coffee Shop AU | Apple White x Clawdeen Wolf (Ever After High - Monster High)

Oct 14: Hoodie Sharing | Lightning McQueen x Doc Hudson (Cars)

Oct 15: Mistaken Identity | Normal Oak x Hermie The Unworthy (Dungeons and Daddies)

Oct 16: "You love me?" "I always have" | A. J. Raffles x Bunny Manders (Raffles)

Oct 17: Bewitched | Spiderman x Deadpool (Marvel)

Oct 18: Pet Names | Eddie x Venom (Marvel)

Oct 19: Yearn | Dick Grayson x Wally West (DC)

Oct 20: "I hate it" "You love it" | Poe x Finn (Star Wars)

Angstober

Oct 21: You're Losing me | Fiddleford x Stanley (Gravity Falls)

Oct 22: Betrayal | Dean X Cas (Supernatural)

Oct 23: Tired of Fighting | Apple White x Clawdeen Wolf (Ever After High - Monster High)

Oct 24: Abandoned | Lightning McQueen x Doc Hudson (Cars)

Oct 25: "You're No Better" | Normal Oak x Hermie The Unworthy (Dungeons and Daddies)

Oct 26: "You're Too Good for Me" | A. J. Raffles x Bunny Manders (Raffles)

Oct 27: Miscommunication | Spiderman x Deadpool (Marvel)

Oct 28: Growing Pains | Eddie x Venom (Marvel)

Oct 29: Tear-Stained Cheek | Dick Grayson x Wally West (DC)

Oct 30: Nightmares | Poe x Finn (Star Wars)

[constantlyunlightening]

Happy Fk'n Birthday

Pairing: Prohero Katsuki x Reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Content Warnings: Brat/Brat taming themes, penetration, fingering, hair pulling, use of she/her pronouns, use of the word 'girl' in regards to reader, reader has a vagina, reader also gets dragged across the floor, slight dacryphilla, Dom Katsuki, no use/mentions of protection stay safe yall

This fic is unedited and super self-indulgent, because it's my birthday this week and I just want Katsuki being kind of mean to me, so this is a present to myself! And if you enjoy it, Happy Birthday or Happy Unbirthday to you too! Thanks!

All characters in this work are aged 21 years or older. Be clicking the read more on this post, you are agreeing that you are 18 years of age or older and you consent to reading this.

It was a little bit of a tight fit under the bed, but it was completely worth squeezing yourself under if it meant you'd get at least a few seconds of reprieve from the rage of your short tempered boyfriend who was currently yelling in the hallway, heavy boots trodden against wooden floors.

"You're really gonna hide from me, dumbass?!"

Katsukis voice was loud, booming like an explosive and you heard it clear as day even from under the bed and through the closed door of the guest bedroom. He was down the hall somewhere, if the footsteps being a bit dampened were any indicator. Made sense he would check the bathroom in the master bedroom first, since you had told him you had to go to the restroom before you turned tail and ran. A poor excuse to get away before he found your little mistake of a message of a phone.

You had messed up, maybe. Been a little too petulant perhaps. But it was your birthday - you deserved to act however you wanted for the night, right? Especially when you hadn't heard a word from your boyfriend prohero all day before this- no phone call, no text. And now it was past the time he was supposed to be here with still no inidcator of when he was going to be here. Didn't that give you the right to be a little sulky?

He was late for the better part of the hour, and maybe it shouldn't have been that huge of a deal. Accidents happened and all that. But those sort of accidents didn't happen with your stickler Katsuki. He was brash and rough around the edges, but late? Never without reason. And it was rare he was late without contacting yofiif he left you waiting. But 45 minutes had passed since he had promised to be home. Late and without notice, on your birthday! For 45 minutes you laid in your bed with a phone in your hands, staring at his contact and waiting for something. Desperate for attention from your loved one on your special day.

Only to get radio silence that whole time.

You were sulky about it - bratty. And, sure you could of just called him first, solved your own problems. But it wasn't fair that you had to be the one to reach out when he was the one who was late, right? That's what you told yourself anyway. So if you absolutely had to be the one to initiate contact, you had decided there was only one acceptable way to do it - with an attitude.

And a little threat as an added measure.

"You're the worst. I'm going to ask Kirishima to take me out today, instead. :("

You had hit send without second guessing yourself or really thinking of the consequences. You weren't angry enough to actually hurt him, Katsuki was smart enough to know how wrapped around his finger you were - that you'd never go out with another man when you so desperately craved his attention. You were also aware he wouldn't see his best friend as a threat to steal you out from under him. It wouldn't hit any insecurities or hurt him. But it would light a fire under his ass to get home ASAP. And even if it wasn't the sweet, loving sort of birthday attention you had originally been dreaming of, you would still be getting the attention you were craving so badly after being home alone 45 minutes longer than you wanted to be.

The karma that you got for sending that text hit like a bullet train, because in the mere seconds after it left your phone, the front door banged open and you heard your lover calling out your name sweetly. Made it a little hard to believe the voice he was using to call your name out now that he was playing an imprompto game of hide and seek with you.

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep the scared little squeak you were about to make inside of you as his voice was booming outside the door of the guest room. "Always gotta be so damn difficult," he was drawling as the door to the room banged open next and you felt a shudder run up you spine. Had to do your best not to jump because you only had about a single inch of space above you before and if you moved too much you'd be making noise against the underneath of the bedframe. "Come on, birthday girl, your 'worst' boyfriend has something to say to you." The word that he threw back at you was dripping with sarcasm and vemon as he prowled around the room and you watched from the small crack of the bed as his feet stopped infront of the closet and he tugged it open, examining the inside with what you could only assume was that signature scowl of his.

He had certainly read your text message now - which is why he was hunting you down like a blood hound, fierce and threatening - but when he had first got home, he hadn't seen it. He couldn't possibly of had the time! It was only a fraction of a beat from you sending the text to him barging in. And by that point, he was more determined to get to you than he was about whatever notification his phone was trying to give him. So the text went momentarily ignored as he headed straight into the house for you and the second he had found you, he was scooping you up in his arms and kissing you with a sort of passion that should have been illegal - could kill someone with all the heat it provided. It made you so dizzy you had barely heard his clumsy grumble of 'happy birthday.' You had known that even if he was late, it was unrealistic that he forget your birthday or something- he was far too punctual to forget an important date. You also figured he had to of had a reason for it that would make perfect sense but without knowing what that reason was, your annoyance couldn't be eased, which was why you sent that message. But sure as hell, his kiss was helping soothe you over finally and you almost forgot the spring trap that was now loaded on his screen the next time he opened up his phone. You hadn't forgotten he had been late though and you pestered him about it, having to swat at his chest with a little bit of strength that your weak in the knees body could muster at the time to get him to stop his assault of kisses.

And when you made your comment, told him he was late - wouldn't you know it - the bastard actually apologized to you. You knew that the hero had mellowed out a lot since high school - he had grown. But apologizing could still be sometimes hard for him. And while his apology came out as a annoyed little grumble this time, it had come out immediately as his grip tightened on your hips. He had an explanation for it too - because of course, he did. He was already set out explaining it as he dragged you into the living room and pushed you to sit on the couch before going to a nearby drawer to fish a little box out of it. He told you all about how he was rushing to get everything done at his office today - any undone paperwork, scheduling, planning patrols, and fielding what seemed like thousands of questions from his side kicks - because he needed to make sure it was all finished so he could take the next few days off without any interruptions or any reason to try and call him back into the office. The side kicks especially had him busy enough where getting to his phone wasn't an option and by the time he was done giving everyone oh-so-detailed explanations and answers, he noticed the time and figured it was best just to get home as fast as possible because he knew 'your bratty ass' would be all pouts (he was right).

The reason why he was so determined to get everything squared away for those extra days off - ones that you hadn't known about - became clear when he handed the little ribbon clad box to you and upon opening it, you saw two tickets to a weekend getaway for a hot springs you had been gushing over months ago, along with a little planner book and a map of the nearby area. He had tried his absolute best to get everything done on time at work today, but he had figured an extra 45 minutes today would make up for not having any other distractions for your surprise trip. 45 minutes less of attention today so you could have it undivided for the next three days. It made sense now, sure. But it wasn't something you could have planned for when you decided that you were going to be mouthy on your own.

You melted seeing the tickets, and in your bubbling excitement for the trip, you rushed to hug him, humming your thank yous and kissing him. All the jagged edges you had developed over the prior 45 minutes had been smoothed over with the present, but you still couldn't help the one little jab you jokingly gave him against his lips though as you giggled out, 'you still could have texted.'

And your mistake that would cut the mood short came soon after when he retorted with 'you could've too.'

You were blurting without thinking. 'I did-' You had cut off immediately as you remembered just what exactly you had sent. And how you being the birthday girl wasn't going to stop a punishment from happening if it hit Katsuki's ego enough. Oh, and you knew it would when he read the damn thing.

Katsuki hadn't missed the little flare of panic on your face and he was instantly giving you a look of suspicion- one that you weren't going to respond to because you were already busy hopping off the couch and trying to dart away, even when he grabbed the hood of your sweatshirt to keep you there.

You were thankful it was a zip up because you simply let it slide off your body as you hummed "gotta go to the bathroom! Be right back!" You were hollering as you took two stairs at a time upstairs, and as soon as you weren't in his eye sight anymore, you had ran off to the guest room and hid instead.

Which is why you were now under a bed as Katsuki stomped and stormed about.

All that tenderness was gone now as his boots disappeared from sight and you heard him march back to the doorway instead, but your own paranoia had you fighting the urge to sigh in relief. Besides, any relief you had, you knew wouldn't last long. He was going to find you. Simple as that. Katsuki wasn't the type to let things be and that wasn't going to change just because it was you he was dealing with or because it was your birthday. But you were going to take any bit of time you could get to steel yourself for whatever punishment the blonde deemed necessary. Besides, if you were being completely honest with yourself, him hunting you down sent more than just nervousness through your system. It was excitement. The rough treatment was something you had a tendency to crave. After all if you had liked things to be 'soft' all the time, you wouldn't have fallen for someone as ill tempered and loud as Katsuki was in the first place.

You couldn't admit you liked it during the heat of the moment though - that'd be too easy. Too much of an ego boost. You usually only got that brand of agression when you were being bratty enough for it, like today, and in those moments you were far too stubborn to ever tell him how sweet you thought the punishment was while you were getting it... Not until he could force it out of you, that is. So, even with adrenaline pumping in your veins, you stayed in hiding, trying to figure where his footsteps went off to. Deep breaths to stay calm, because while Katsukis quirk had nothing to do with emotions, you were pretty sure this man could smell fear.

Although your breath hitched when you realized that was the loudest thing you could hear - your breath. It was suddenly far too quiet. No more yelling. No more footsteps. Him giving up simply wasn't possible and you knew this sudden silence did not bode well for you.

You were proven right as suddenly an iron grip was clasped around your ankle and this time you didn't bother holding back your noise - you screamed, the sound somehow louder under the bed as you were being dragged out with a smooth, too quick motion. "Found you." Katsuki's crimson eyes were fitting for his bloodlust as they narrowed in on you while you looked over your shoulder at him. He had dragged you out flat on your stomach, pulling the leg he had gripped between his own two.

"Owwwww!' You whined, trying to scramble away and forward but the firm grip that had now crept further up your leg and onto your thigh refused to let up. Infact, he opted to ditch the crouch he had grabbed you from and was now pinning your leg down with the weight of his body, straddling your thigh after he yanked you in fully.

"If you don't want to get dragged against the floor, maybe don't hide under the bed next time, huh?" He scoffed at you, adjusting his weight off your leg just long enough to flip you onto your back like a ragdoll. And then he was settling that weight back down onto your thigh to keep you locked in place, despite your thrashing about. If you struggling against him hurt his crotch at all with the position, he didn't show it. Instead he seemed much too focused on messing with you as he pushed his knee forward and buried his thigh right between yours, pressing it hard against your clothed heat. Hard enough that the next time your body struggled, you were inadvertenly grinding against his leg and racking yourself with a full body shudder.

Your heart was hammering into your throat with the sudden surprise of his, and you barely noticed that his boots were now gone - he must have kicked them off in the hall somewhere so he could engage his little sneak attack, the asshole. Katsuki was the last to ever engage in any kind of stealth - but figures he'd use it just to get a bigger reaction from you. Well it fucking worked, and you gave a loud whine as he was using a hand to grab his phone out of his pocket and shove the screen right in your face - your little tactic of a text displayed on the bright screen. "Care to explain this, huh?"

"You were late!" You chirped, trying to decide if it was worth it to try and wrestle away anymore - though, did you really have a chance of getting away from him? Not at all. All you were doing was rubbing yourself against him, but it did serve to agitate him more. Another scoff and he tossed the phone onto the guest bed so he could glower straight at you without the phone blocking his view. More easy to strike some fear in you when he locked dead on like that, something about the way his eyes narrowed with such ferocious intent, that crimson peeking out behind the shadow of golden fringe. "And I was lonellllyyyy. Be nice!" You demanded, your hands reaching towards him so you could push on his hip a little, trying to give yourself some wiggle room to no avail.

"Nice? I was gonna be, but apparently I'm the worrrssst," he dragged out as his gaze dropped to your feeble attempt at pushing him, just before his eyes were rolling and his hand that once was holding the phone shot out and collared your neck. He didn't squeeze, didn't put pressure, just used it to intimidate you into staying put as he leaned his body forward over yours, his free hand on the ground so he could put most of the weight into that instead of your throat. "Stop fucking squirming so much." His growl was feral, hanging in the air between you as a warning that sent a throb straight to your core and you couldn't help the way your thighs squeezed around his. "Clearly you must have been lonely if you're threatening to run off with shitty hair."

It was always hard in these moments to decide just how much you wanted to press his buttons. You could break down and apologize right now and probably get off light. He'd still be mean, but he'd ease up a little. Or you could always press a little more and see just how mean he could be. Although, did you really want to push it at this exact moment? His palm stretched over the expanse of your throat was nothing short of a terrifying little promise that didn't have you breaking down completely for him yet, but it did have you choosing a safer answer as your voice came out in a breathy little sentence. "It was a joke. I wouldn't-"

"Oh, I know you wouldn't." Another twisted sneer on his visage as his digits gave a light tap against the column of your neck, his leg gave another push up against your body in a way that made you whimper. "You wouldn't dare." This time his voice was hot breath against your lips as he got in real close to you, hovering above your wide eyed face. And as his snarl twisted into a wicked little grin, that's when your nerves really got you. He clearly was up to no good anyway, but that smile of his knotted your stomach. The anxiety in your gut made you gulp, a motion he could feel under his hand and he responded by flexing his fingers and applying just the faintest of pressure to the sides. "Tell me I'm the worst all you want, but you know I'm the fucking best for you. And your masochistic ass likes it when I'm mean, don't you?" He prompted, and maybe it was more nerves about what was to come than anything, but you were instinctively squeaking out a protest. It was your birthday! He couldn't be too mean, right? You could try to protest further but the way your hips buckled against his leg, the now tiny little motions as you offered yourself a bit of pleasure against his legs while he held you down made your arguments sound pathetic.

"Seriously?" His face pulled back without giving you a kiss and as he looked at the way your lips were quivering, another idea popped into his head, one that made his smile split even further. "You want nice? Fine. Open your mouth."

That certainly didn't seem like it could lead to something you could consider particularly kind. The command rattled in your head a second too long without you obliging and you felt another squeeze that you knew would have you feeling light headed if he held on too long. "I said, open your fucking mouth."

Resisting was clearly not going to get you anything you wanted at this point (except for maybe an even more cruel treatment) so this time you listened, pretending as if your response was of your own accord and not a direct consequence of the way his growls made you feel weak, how they made your cunt throb. Your plush lips came apart, hanging wide open for him as you became compliant. The smile disappeared from him, but only long enough for him to create enough saliva in his own mouth for him to spit it directly into yours, letting it land square on your waiting tongue. The the smile was back, wild, as he watched the way the liquid gather, dripping back closer to your throat. And weren't you being such a good girl, keeping your mouth open so he could stare. You werent sure if you were too keen on seeing what would happen if you didn't. Besides, you'd be lying to yourself if the gesture didn't have you getting wet further down below.

"See? I gave you a present. Nice," he declared, all too smug with himself as his hand once again tightened, with the intent to, not harm, but to feel the way your muscles moved underneath his grasp with his next command said a whole octave lower. "Swallow."

You listened to that command too, eyes fluttering up to him through dark lashes as you swallowed hard. The way he let out a low, subtle groan didn't escape you either and you decided now was the time to gain back some brownie points without having to apologize - not yet. You mimicked his hushed tones, but instead of his grumble your words came out in a precious whisper, "Thank you."

All spread out on the hardwood floor, body completely snared down and you were still telling him thank you? Fucking pathetic, and it did the trick, because after he stared down at you for a beat - a small break in that chaotic smile - he was cursing under his breath and climbing off of you, releasing his hold of your body. But if it was a reprieve, it wasn't long. Him not touching you only lasted as long as it took for him to stand up, and then he was manhandling you again, treating your body like a rag doll as he got you up on your feet. One hand at your waist and the other tangled up at the hair in the nape of your neck, he whirled you around and bent you forward over that bed you were cheeky enough to hide under. Your face landed right next to his phone with your message still clear on it. "After that text you're lucky I'm not just going to fuck you on the floor. Better be grateful," he snapped while his grasp in your hair turned into a full on fist full that he used to push your face against the sheets, while he sent his other hand smacking against your ass and causing you to jolt. Birthday spanking or some shit.

"K-Katsuki- b-b-be gentle," you tried to chide him through the muffle of the sheets as he was already tugging your pants and panties down your ankles with all the grace of a ravenous wolf. You were honestly going to be surprised if you didn't find a rip in them later.

"B-b-bbut I'm the worst." There was that word again and this time he was mocking your little stutter too as he gave you another smack on your ass, this time his palm settling on the swell of flesh and pulling at it to reveal your dripping body. Couldn't hide how much your body enjoyed his cruel ways when you were pulled open like that. The way he sucked in his breath at the sight had you craning your neck to try and see what sort of expression was on his face as he took in your body, but he once again wasn't letting you budge. "You missed your chance for me to be gentle. But if you want to be able to cum at all tonight, you better start apologizing, birthday girl."

To cum? Kats was no stranger to holding out orgasms on you but "-not today! You wouldn't."

"Try me." Blunt and to the point, just before he was spitting again, letting it land between your cheeks this time and watching it drip lower and lower. You didn't need the extra aid with the way your wet was already leaking down your thighs, but he did take pride in marking you in any way he could.

You opened your mouth to protest, but before the first syllable could get past your lips, it turn into a moan because Katsuki was stuffing two thick fingers into your cunt and listening to the delicious squelch, his arm having wrapped around the front of one of your thighs so he could curve his fingers up into you. Harder for you to argue with him when he started stretching you out on his fingers with a harsh pace. He was very purposeful in keeping his palm from grinding against your clit for now. You wanted extra attention, then you had some apologizing to do first.

You moaned out his name instead of a sorry with your hands fisting into the blankets and your hips trying to grind against his touch, but he kept his hips pressed against your behind to keep you steady, and if your hips did manage to move too much, he'd simply move his hand with you to keep the pressure how he wanted. "Katsuki!"

"That's not sorry." He tsk'd at you, sounding mock disappointed. The way he was talking was more like some about to give you a lecture as opposed to someone who was trying get you fucked out into submission. His brat was going to get what she deserved, that was for sure. He was hyperfixated on the way each piston of his touch made you writhe in his grasp, the moans and cries and whines escaping those oh-so pouty lips of yours. And when your knees started to buckle more when he hit a certain spongy spot inside of you, that's where he kept his focus watching you build that pleasure up, up, up. Your whole body was burning under him, like his touches were physically setting off little explosions inside of you - flooded every inch of your body with magma and sparks.

Your little whines and mewlings were absolutely captivating but they weren't turning into sorry quick enough for him and he yanked at your hair, using it as leverage to get your face out of the covers enough so he could hear you clearly. "Too proud to apologize? What a shame. I'll split you apart on my cock either way, but if you want me to be nice, better start fucking groveling." It was almost funny how responsive you were to him - maybe not in attitude, but your body? He played it like a finely tuned instrument, every one of his actions designed to make you sing and crumple to his will. Those words, as harsh as they may be, had your sopping pussy clamping down on him like a vice. Real bold of you to be getting so close to climax without giving him what he wanted. And it was torturous the way that his palm started to grind into your folds and inadvertenly applying pressure to your clit just when your body was drawing closer and closer, only for him to completely yank his hand out and away from you at the last minute, leaving you to wail.

"Katsuki - please," it was halfway between a sob and a growl as your head lifted up so you could glare at him over your shoulder and -oh? Were you crying? Cute.

"If you're looking for sympathy-" he began, ravenous gaze ablaze while he let his tongue run over his teeth in a slow flick - your reactions were making him feel like a man starving. "-You'd have better luck with Kirishima." He went to undo his pants as he finished the sentence and the flick of his wrist had your eyes moving down to where that buldge that had been pushing against your ass had been. Made you even more desperate as his cock sprung up when his pants were far enough out of the way, and it hit up against stomach. "Tell me what I want to hear."

"I'm sorrrrrryyyyy," you finally whimpered, still refusing to take your glassy eyes off him while your hips reared back, trying to get the man to fill you up again. So fucking mean to tease you like that, whether you had an attitude or not. "Im really really sorry." That time it was a sniffle and this jerk fucking laughed at you as he was stepping forward again, grabbing your hip in one hand and his cock in the other. He let the length of it slide between your cheeks, teasing there before slipping it lower, past your eagerly awaiting cunt and instead nudging it between your folds and giving slow, shallow thrusts. He could tell that you were sensitive, every nudge of his tip against a clit drawing another gaspy little sound from you, made your thighs tremble against him, urging him to use one of his legs to kick your feet out just a little wider.His body bent over your, caging you to the mattress as his lips found your ear and bit at it. Could hear you better when he was nice and close like this.

"Speak up. What was that?" For once, his voice was the quiet one, taunting and dark against the shell of your ear as he nipped and blew a gust of air. Every shudder, every shiver sent coursing through your spine had another condescending laugh vibrating through his chest and against you back. And in return, you became the loud one.

"Kats, I'm sorry, I'm really really sor-"

It was a scream when he reared his hips back during your pleading, only to slam his cock into you all at once, making you feel like you were going to shatter. No matter how many times you took him, you still felt like he was going to break you in half in the best way possible. He made you want to break into pieces, and right now he was doing just that. Each slam of his hips was calculated. They weren't slow, but they were steady. Each thrust had enough force to make the bed creak. Hard and heavy on the way in, with an easier withdraw, only so he could knock into you again with a sticky slam and get those addictive reactions out of you.

His back had lifted off your chest just enough so he had more of a range of motion, while one arm was keeping him propped up over you, still close enough you could hear him taunt you even over your own needy cries. "Still think I'm the worst?" He challenged, letting his free arm wrap underneath you, trapping your lower stomach and dragging you up onto your tip toes so you could feel the way he squeezed at your body while he wrecked it with his cock.

It made you sob. The earlier orgasm he had torn away from you just aided in making you more sensitive now, and each time you felt every inch of him sheathed inside, it had you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back into your head. You almost didn't answer his question but of course he wasn't going to let that just slide on by and after he growled a warning - 'it's rude to not fucking answer' - you were doing nothing but babbling out whatever he wanted to hear and getting lost in the ecstacy of it all.

"N-n-no!"

"Good." There was a sick sort of delight he got in making you eat your words, watching you cry and slobber, leaving wet marks on the sheets as you answered him so easily now. At least, as easily as you could through your tears and sniffles. His eyes flicked briefly to the phone that was still on the bed but the screen had now gone dark and he couldn't help but goad you on some more. "And who's the best?"

"You! Y-you're the best, you, you, you!"

Whatever you had to say to get him to keep going at this point because if he stopped right now you were going to tear your hair out. He wasn't acting like he was stopping now though. He picked up the pace just a fraction, only so you could focus more on how his hand was beginning to trail between your legs and he was giving direct attention to your clit now, rubbing in small circles as he groaned and reveled in the way your cunt tried to suck the life right out of him.

"Just like that. Better keep screaming my name." And you did. His name left your lips like a chant, like a prayer. Trying to find salvation from the searing heat throbbing through you. Hearing you stroke his ego while practically choking on your words did a number on him. He supposed he could let you cum.... infact....

The added pressure to your sweet spot with his fingers was enough to send you right off the edge. And just like Katsuki your orgasm was was incendiray, fireworks igniting behind your eyes as you screamed out before dropping you head right into the bed. And while he managed to last long enough to ride you out, he was following behind shortly after and painting the inside of your velvet walls with white. Flooding more heat into your already burning up body and drawing another moan up and out of the both of you.

You were so fucking irresistible when you orgasmed that he decided, instead of being mean and not letting you cum, he was going to be extra nice and let you cum a whole lot. He was the best after all, going off the praises you were just shouting for all the neighbors to hear.

And with that thought in mind, he didn't give you much time to recover. Lucky for him he had a hero's stamina because he still had his strength and wits about him. He was pulling out of you, only to pick you up and toss you over his shoulder while you just let out a breathless little squeak, body jerking against him. "K-katsuki?"

You could ask as many questions as you wanted, but he didn't really care. He had already made his mind up on how he wanted to spoil you on your special day. "Well, since you changed your tune and I'm the best and all," he hummed, another spank to your ass leaving it to blossom in a stinging sensation, as he carried you back to your room - bed had more room to roll around in there - "im going to keep this going until you're begging and crying for me to stop. Happy fucking birthday to you."