#and Michael did also pull his little arm which didn’t help

[pixlokita]

Why is Gregory’s bandaged arm bleeding again

The pressure and lack of stitches reopened the wound >> lil gremlin has to let his arm rest for a while so it can heal properly -w-)b

[xo-adeline]

"The touch I never knew I needed..."

⋆°• ☁︎ - Learning how to touch (Sfw)

Feat. Michael Kaiser

AN - Just had a breakdown over AP Lang, emailed my teacher, feeling shitty<3

You always noticed how once you stated dating Kaiser had been okay, for lack of better words, with you touching him. Even if when you first started, it took a little bit for him to warm up to it, the only issue is that he had never once touched you. No hugs, hand-holding, or anything, even if there had been many attempts to try. The slight raises of his hand towards your face when the two of you were relaxing on the couch, just for seconds later, it to be pulled away and placed back in his lap, or resting on the sides of the couch. It was the immediate assumption that this lack of physical contact had stemmed from his father and the abuse he used to put him through, but wouldn’t he also be scared of you touching him if that was indeed the fact? With no answers, and even fewer speculations after each of your ideas were shot down by other facts, you stopped trying to figure it out, or, at least it wasn’t at the top of your mind anymore. 

Well, that was until he finally broke. 

The second you two stepped back inside your shared house he had hugged you. Of course, you were shocked for a second before hugging him back. However, it didn’t last long. “..Sorry, I just… You seemed upset at that party and I know that hugs help people.” He paused for a second before speaking back up as he started walking back towards the bedroom. “I didn’t hurt you… Did I?” To which you shook your head. Unbeknownst, to him, it felt…Nice…

With that he gave a small nod and continued his walk to the bedroom, making sure to softly close the door behind him as he made it inside. You couldn’t help but think about how weird it was. Out of nowhere the man that never once hugged anybody, not even after winning big championships and world-class titles, did he ever hug his teammates. Just hugged you because you looked sad? The mystery was only getting more and more weird when he asked if he hurt you, and that’s when you realized. Even if he hadn’t hugged his teammates he had put his hands on them. That’s when the flashbacks of Blue Lock TV resurfaced from your hippocampus. All his matches with Ness, the amount of times he had put his hands on him and it had ended with a teary-eyed Ness. He was afraid of hurting you. Just like his father had hurt him with his touch. 

The walk over towards the bedroom was slow as you tried to piece together thoughts and come up with a way that you were going to bring up the issue and try to reason with him, that he wasn’t his father, and you knew he would have never hurt you. 

A las when you had walked through the door he was teary-eyed sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up when you slowly opened the door. He faced away from you. He knew he looked pathetic and he would have much rather had you not see him like this. What kind of emperor would he be if he got all teary-eyed because he had hugged somebody? Emotions could only take control as you saw the way he kept himself shielded and turned away from you. “Kaiser. You’re not your father.. Just because you might have hurt some people before doesn’t mean you’ll hurt everybody you touch. You don’t have to take the same path he did.” You sat down next to him, your hand slowly landing on his upper arm. “...But what if I do. What happens if I try to hug you and I punch you or try to strangle you..?” “But what if you don’t..?” The second the words had left it was like every wall he ever had came crashing down, he had turned himself and hugged you again, letting himself cry into your shoulder, as you sat there, rubbing his back. There was no way he was like his father, his father wouldn’t have had even a fourth of the heart Michael did. And while the rest of the world saw him as God’s chosen emporer, the arrogant football star, you just saw him as Michael. The same guy who would come home after practice every day and give you a small kiss on the forehead, no matter how pissed off it was at his teammates, his coach, or even the world. You knew that even if he wasn’t in his right mind there would be no way he could hurt you, and you trusted that more than you could imagine. 

[goodlucktai]

17 with rise b-team?

dialogue prompts

17. “How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers.” 

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“Ohmigosh!” Mikey scrambles down the fire escape with half of his usual grace—which is to say, not much—and lands with a clumsy splash next to Donnie’s boneless sprawl. “Donald, you hit the ground so hard pops probably heard it at home. Are you okay?”

Donnie makes a noise that just sounds like eeuuugrrgghheeuugh. Rainwater is seeping into him from all sides thanks to the puddle he landed in. Normally, he would be making this everyone’s problem by now. The fact that he’s just kind of laying there like he’s given up on life is really worth freaking out about. 

Worried, Mikey tugs frantically at the shoulder of Donnie’s jacket until he opens his eyes, then demands, “How many fingers am I holding up?” 

Squinting at him, Donatello thinks about it for a moment, then announces, “Six.”

“I don’t have six fingers!” Mikey shrieks, the peace sign he’s still holding up an inappropriately cheerful gesture for the current situation. 

His big brother scrambles upright at that, his wooden expression falling away and sheer panic flashing across his face instead. 

“What in Lovelace’s name do you mean you don’t have—”

Mikey lifts his left hand in its bright yellow short arm cast. They both look at it, and then Donnie puts his face in his hand without speaking in a way that manages to speak volumes. 

“You’re the one who told me to pretend like my broken hand wasn’t even there!” Mikey says defensively.

“Yes, because Nardo will hunt me for sport if you make that break any worse while I’m directly responsible for you.”

Drawing himself up to his full height, which isn’t remarkable on a good day and even less-so when he’s kneeling in the rainy mush of a Brooklyn alleyway, Mikey grits out, “I’m not a baby. I don’t need supervision.”

“Counterpoint, you are a baby and you do need supervision,” Donatello says dryly, heaving himself up off the ground. The battle shell absorbed the brunt of the impact, designed to protect his spine in pretty much every conceivable scenario, but he still looks like he feels pretty sore after that dramatic fall. He puts his hand out for Mikey to take, but Mikey sulks at him and ignores it. “Michael, I just watched you do a handspring off the railing of a sixth-story fire escape. 

“Yeah and it was sick.” 

Or it would have been, if not for the rusted joints that gave beneath roughly one hundred and fifty pounds of ninja turtle. Donnie’s last-minute save was sick as hell, though. 

He didn’t think twice before grabbing Mikey and hauling him onto the safety of the solid rooftop, using himself as a counterweight to pull it off. He wasn’t wearing the battleshell that could fly or turn into spiderlegs, because they were doing a junkyard run and he wanted the one with extra storage space instead. He knew he’d fall, he’s too smart not to have run all those calculations in the split-second he had, but he didn’t miss a beat. 

Mikey doesn’t like that Don almost got hurt helping him. It sours his righteous annoyance a little. And it also lessens his argument by a lot. 

“There are four of us, which divides neatly into two halves of two,” Donatello says patiently. “Two of us who are older, and two of us who are younger. You are firmly in the younger half. If it makes you feel any better, our fearless leader is, too. Why do you think Raph refuses to let him out of his sight while his leg is in that brace? You’re both the babies.”

“Bet you wouldn’t say that to his face,” Mikey mutters, but it does make him feel better, so he lets Donnie haul him to his feet. 

And Donnie was right about more than that, because the second they meet up with Raph and Leo, Leonardo demands, “Miguelito, what did you do?”

As one, Donnie and Mikey look down at his cast—which, okay, which has a thin crack down the middle. Presumably from when Mikey landed on the roof after Donnie’s Hail Mary throw. How did Leo even see it from way over there? 

Donnie starts to look hunted even before Leo whirls on him and says, “You had one job, Tello—make sure his razz stayed un-tazzed!” 

“That is easily a three-turtle operation and there is only one of me!”

Since the twins can go on for ages once they really get started, Mikey drifts over to Raph, offering his biggest brother his best smile. Raph smiles back like a knee-jerk reaction, reaching over to rub Mikey’s head affectionately.

“Have fun, big man?”

“Yep!” Mikey says sweetly. “Donnie will probably tell you some crazy story about acrobatics on a rooftop, but you know how he likes to exaggerate when Leo eggs him on. We had a totally lowkey junk run. Can we get Crazyshakes on the way home?”

Raphie’s not stupid, but he has three very significant blind spots, and they’re all little-brother-shaped. He softens completely and lifts Mikey up to sit in place of pride on his shoulders, tall enough to see all of Manhattan. Then he passes up his phone, even though Mikey totally would have ordered the shakes on his!

He’ll never not complain about being one of the babies, but he has to admit—just to himself, in secret—that there are definitely some perks. 

“Make sure you get that shortcake one for Leon,” Raphie says offhandedly. “He’s been on a strawberry kick recently.”

Part of Mikey wants to roll his eyes at this additional bit of proof that Donnie is constantly right about everything. The much larger part of him just feels warm and sweet and cared for.

He wraps his arm around Raph’s head and squeezes, as much of a hug as he can manage with the phone in one hand and the other in a cast, and adds all four of their favorites to the order. The twins’ argument bounces off the alley walls around them, both of them on the verge of laughter by now and trying not to be the one who breaks first.

Mikey normally isn’t very fond of rainy days, but this one he wouldn’t mind living in. 

[henneseyhoe]

Next lifetime (request)

Franklin Saint x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: no protection(wrap before you tap!), virginity mentions(it’s virgin sex guys lol), cheating(technically),smut smut smuttt

SUMMARY:reader has a shitty boyfriend she’s being forced to be with because her parents don’t like Franklin, Frank is a simp so he’s determined to have her either way! He sneaks in her bedroom and they have a lil breakdown before they virgin asses almost break the bed <3

Ps. This took so long to write cause I kept changing my mind about shit so I apologize to the person who requested it 😭 so if y’all see the pov randomly change pls ignore.

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Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Her head picks up from out of the book she was reading, her attention moving towards her window.

Tap.

She heard again, but this time she saw something actually make contact with the glass. Something small, like a pebble or a piece of plastic.

‘Da hell?’ She thought, reaching over and turning her music down lower than it already was, ‘the girl is mine’ by Michael Jackson no longer being heard through the speakers.

Tap.

That time around the sound was a little more aggressive and impatient, slightly ticking the girl off. She sat her novel down on her nightstand and got down from her bed, slowly striding her way to the window to see who or what was so desperately trying to grasp her attention. Peeking out of the curtains, she squints, searching for the culprit.

“Open the damn window, girl!” She heard a muffled voice from down below. She looks down, spotting her bestfriend, Franklin. The girl couldn’t help but face palm. not cause he wasn’t supposed to be there, not because he was extremely loud and risking getting her in trouble, but because he was also ruining her flower garden that decorated the side of the house, his feet being planted into the wide flower pot so he could reach the window

He waves as she looks at him, almost falling, but the grip he had on the side of the house must’ve been enough to hold him up.

Opening up her window, she crosses her arms. “Nigga, I know you not down there ruining my bushes and tulips” she complains in a hushed tone, and he looks up at her with a ‘sorry’ smile, shrugging.

“And you just don’t care, do you?”

“Of course I care about your lil garden, it’s beautiful…like you”

she rolls her eyes, fighting a small smirk that was tugging at her plump lips.

“Corny” she mumbles. “Yeah, whatever. Whatchu doing here?” She asks, leaning on the windowsill with her arms, now kneeling. He shrugs again.

“I can’t visit my best friend?”

She shakes her head, knowing he was up to no good. There was no other reason for him to be there so late in the night other than hearing gossip. Gossip about her, which she couldn’t seem to hide from these days. There had been rumors about her relationship with her ex ‘Caine’ for about a week now, but the newest one was that they got back together. Not that it was her choice. He most likely knew that though.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t see me, it’s just…You know you’re not supposed to be here” she spoke lowly and he nods, sighing. “I wanted to see you”

She chuckles. “you always wanna see me”

“that’s a crime?” He asks, starting to jump for the windowsill to pull himself up. On one lucky jump, he was able to get a good grip on the window, attempting to pull himself inside. She watches him, sighing to herself.

“In this house? apparently”

he laughs and she crawls backwards so he could climb in fully. He did just that, readjusting his hand placement to the sides of the windowsill and pushing himself through, rolling onto the floor once he was in. She covers her mouth to keep from laughing, trying to keep her seriousness so she could scold him for all the noise.

Standing to her feet, she steps over him, softly kicking him in the side. “Shhhh” she shushed, looking out the window to make sure nobody saw before closing it.

“Damn, my bad” he straightens himself up, standing to his feet. A part of her wanted to push his ass right back out of that window, but the other part of her knew she’d just miss him again, and when she got in that mood, it was hard to get her out of it. You’d think because they’ve been best friends for so long that people around would understand, but it seemed like no one did.

Her parents hated him with every fiber in their bodies combined, his mother thought she was ‘too damn uppity’, and their friend groups couldn’t stand each other. Not to mention they were polar opposites. Y/N was on her way to college for a degree she was set on, and Franklin, on the other hand was being Franklin. Doing whatever the hell he wanted.

“You look pretty” he suddenly says, the girl looking down at her gown and squinting at him. “Oh shut up, no I don’t“ she argues, going back to sit on her bed. He follows, kicking his shoes off and sitting next to her. “You do though. I’m sure Caine will love that”

She glares at him. “Cut it out” she says, not wanting to talk about it. He doesn’t say anything, he just looks, playing with the bottom of her dress. He knew she would talk one way or another, and the silence was just enough space for her to spill.

“…it wasn’t my choice, Franklin…”

“I get it, Y/N. It’s whatever”

She frowns. it wasn’t whatever to her. It was actually everything, and she hated that. It was her life, her reality. It’s all she ever talked about these days, and she was tired. Tired of talking about it, tired of her parents, tired of everyone else making choices for her, not with her. She was indecisive, yes, but she always knew what she wanted in the end, and what she wanted wasn’t anything like how things were going in many of her relationships.

Fiddling with the necklace she wore, she tried to think of a way to explain to him how she felt without potentially upsetting both of them. The subject was sensitive, and so was she at the moment. “I don’t want it to seem like you’re a second thought for me…”

“I know I’m not” he says simply, his tone dry.

“No, you really don’t and I can feel it”

He lets go of her dress, smoothing his hands over his face. The topic stressed him out just as much as it did her, but he wasn’t so good with not letting it get the best of him. “I don’t know what you want me to do when you got security surrounding you every where you go…I mean, I just snuck in through your damn window, Y/N”

Her eyes dart over to him, her lids forming a squint at his tone. “So, you think it’s my fault?”

“I didn’t say that”

“Okay then, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying you a grown ass woman. Making a few people upset ain’t gonna end the world” he replies, his attitude getting more noticeable as they conversed. She allowed herself to calm before speaking, not wanting to raise her voice. “You don’t even know how hard it is, I have a standard to uphold!” She says a little above a whisper.

“And I’m not apart of that? I’m starting to think the shit your parents say about me is getting to you, cause the nigga they picked FOR YOU over me apparently treats you like shit, and that wasn’t enough to make you put your foot down? Hell of a woman you are”

Her jaw almost dropped for a split second, and she found herself about to stoop down extremely low because of the hurtful things he said, but it was true, and she couldn’t deny that. It may have stung a bit, but it was something she needed to hear.

What he said had concluded the argument, and he could almost feel the tension that built up between them for the past few weeks disappearing into thin air.

Feeling bad now, he huffs before speaking.“…I’m sorry. That was fucked up to throw it in your face like that, but-“

“Nah, you right” she interrupts, nodding. “You got it. definitely got it, Saint”

He sighs. He knew he could be a little too blunt at times, but how could you blame him? The topic was something he was passionate about. He was passionate about her and her well-being.

Grabbing her hand from her lap, he holds it. “You know I love you. I’d do anything for you, but it’s hard to come to terms with the love of your life being with someone else, in a situation they don’t even wanna be in. I feel like my fuckin’ heart is gonna burst when I think about it” Even in this moment his chest hurt a little, becoming tighter as he fought back the urge to keep going, just in case she rejected him.

She didn’t speak. he felt like the world stopped for a moment as she held his hand, her grip becoming a little tighter. Meanwhile in her head, she was jumping for joy, the man she actually loved confessing that he wanted to be with her.

She wanted to dance, but she was stuck in her feels, admiring how he became softer just in that small moment. If it was Caine, he’d just refuse to talk to her and leave.

They stayed in thick silence for a while, just staring at each other, waiting for one of them to make the next move to determine wether they’d have a real future together or not. She pondered for a moment on if she was doing the right thing, if she was being selfish and putting herself first. Then she realized that’s exactly what she should do.

suddenly, she kissed him. Hard. The bed had made squeaky noises as she made her way onto his lap, pushing him backwards. He gladly accepted the kiss with his hands almost immediately moving to her ass like he’d been waiting for the moment to touch, boldly gripping as his tongue explored her mouth. That alone had her nerves going crazy, her core thumping with a second heartbeat. She started to get wet at the feeling of her heat grinding against his lap, and he could feel it.

He pulls away, looking up at her. “Wait…” he stops, the girl giving him a puzzled look, wondering what she had done wrong in just that small window of time. He looks at her with a questioning look, her already knowing what he was asking.

She genuinely thought for a minute. She had talked to Caine about giving him her virginity before. In all honestly, it was almost all he talked about when they were alone now that she thought about it, but every time she thought she was ready to give it to him, her body always felt too uncomfortable to go on with anything other than head.

So she told him no. Every single time. But now? It felt right to her. She couldn’t explain what was different, but she felt it in her heart. It was a complete different vibe for her.

She nods to him and he smiles, pulling her back down. He eagerly pulls at her night gown, almost ripping the laced parts of it as he pushes the front of it below her breasts, letting them free. His lips disconnect from her and attach to her nipples instead, his tongue circling around her areola before he began to suck, his other hand making sure her right didn’t feel left out. She let out a soft moan, throwing her head back as her hand held the back of his.

She attempted to squeeze her thighs shut around him to subside the throbbing of her clit and give it the right amount of attention and pressure she craved, but his hips stopped her every single time. Catching onto her gestures, he swiftly flips her over to her back, beginning to kiss down her soft, brown body, then back up to her lips.

“So” kiss. “fuckin’” kiss. “beautiful” he mumbles, laying a peck on her lips for every word while his hand made it’s way down to her panties. his thumb made delicious circles on her clit, and he could feel it jumping just from contact. She couldn’t help but to let out another moan, her hand moving to close her mouth so no one down the hall would hear.

Almost immediately, his hand moves her’s from her mouth, the girl looking at him as if he was crazy. “Nah, I wanna hear you” she sighs. “I can’t be too loud”

“Don’t care”

He says simply and pushes her legs up, closing her thighs together. She braces herself for what was about to happen, attempting to prepare mentally for whatever she was about to let him do to her body. Has she given head before? Yes. Absolutely. It was almost a regular thing that she’d do to Caine to make him happy for suddenly saying she didn’t wanna have sex with him, but she never had him return the favor before. She didn’t even know it wasn’t a normal thing until she told her friends and they all stared at her like she was stupid.

It wasn’t like she wanted him down there anyway. she would have rather died. While staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought, she hadn’t even realized Franklin had already pulled her underwear off and spread her thighs back apart, the man gawking at how wet she had gotten that fast. He on the other hand, had never seen anything like it unless it was in a magazine or on a tv, and no one he was with before this had ever gotten this far. Long story short, he hadn’t been in pussy since the day he came out one.

His dick got straight as a board in his pants just thinking about how she’d feel wrapped around him, gripping tightly.

He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed so he could have more access before he dove in, feasting on her like his last meal. Her head lifts up to watch him, her eyes being welcomed by his staring up at her as he licked and slurped her up, laying small kisses on her clit every now and then that had her stomach twisting in knots.

“Oh fuck- right there..“ a breath escapes her lips in substitute of the moan she refused to let out. He hummed in satisfaction, his tongue slipping in and out of her, going up and down from her clit to her entrance. He repeated those strokes and built up the speed, her legs beginning to shake already from the new feeling between her legs.

She didn’t know what was happening, but she was warm. She couldn’t explain the feeling if you asked, but she knew it felt good. Her hips automatically raised into his face in reaction to the sensitivity of her body, and he only took that as a sign to go harder, his lips closing around her clit before he began sucking.

A whole new wave of sensations took on her body, making her thrash in an attempt to get him off of her, but it was unsuccessful with his arms wrapped around her thighs in a death grip to hold her still.

“stop—stoppp-” she spoke, her hands moving to his head to once again attempt to push him and get him off, but he didn’t budge. She felt like she wanted to pee, and that made her adrenaline rush a bit. Anyone outside of the door would have thought she was having a panic attack with how hard she was breathing.

“Hmmm-mmmm” he hummed against her as he looked almost through her and into her soul, her brown irises looking back at him in awe. Suddenly she felt a gush of water, the tingly sensation she had just before being abandoned by her body as soon as she felt wetness under her. She gasped harshly, her lungs quickly filling with air, so much that her chest hurt.

She didn’t know what had even happened, but she thought apparently it was something normal since he was still going, ignoring the shaking of her poor legs. Either that or he had a weird kink she was just finding out about.

He had only pulled off of her to catch air, clear liquid dripping from his chip. The top of his shirt was soaked. “I- I’m sorry- I told you to stop!” She stammered, quickly gathering herself and sitting up on her knees, one of her hands going between her thighs to stop the pulsing of her clit. embarrassment washed over her as she gained back her full senses.

He smiles and stands to his feet, peeling his shirt off. Tilting her head up with his finger, he pecks her on her lips softly. She taste herself on his tongue. “If it wasn’t okay, I would have stopped, Y/N”

She paused for a moment before nodding with a smile, pulling him down by his throat for another kiss. She took that as an opportunity to pay him back, pulling him even closer by his pants and removing his belt, throwing it somewhere to the side. She began pushing his pants down slowly, his underwear easily coming along with them.

disconnecting the kiss while grabbing a hold of him in her hand, her eyes widen. it took everything in her not to gasp at the feeling or the sight. He was heavy, bigger than Caine in all categories. She could only wonder how all of that was gonna fit inside of her and leave with her still in tact at that.

Beginning to stroke him, he shudders and steps out of his clothes, praying that it felt as good as they made it seem in the pornos. Taking the practice she had from Caine, she prayed that it would suffice for him and still be pleasurable, considering he was so different.

She licks the tip of his dick, then kisses it, her hands starting to move up and down as she prepared myself. Collecting saliva in her mouth, she spits down onto him before slurping it back up and licking along the sides of his shaft, a vibrational moan accompanying her motions. She felt him twitch in her hand, his breathing speeding up the nastier she got. Moving her hand down to the base of him, she attempted to deepthroat, only being able to go half way before she gagged again, but that wasn’t gonna stop her.

She began bobbing her head, using her hands to stroke the rest of him as her mouth did the rest of the work. Her spit trailed down his shaft, and she used it to lube up the rest of him, making the stroke of her hand go smoother than before. She had only been five minutes in before he took a good grip on her hair, starting to thrust in her mouth without regards for her throat. moving her hand from the base of his dick, she tried taking every inch he gave her as he fucked her throat while also trying to fight off gags that had her shedding tears.

He hit the back of her throat with force, wet, squishy sounds filling the room as more spit gathered on his dick, dripping down his balls. Trying his best not to make any alarming noises, he was only a few thrusts away from saying fuck it and busting deep down her throat. But as ready as he was, he refused, pulling out of her mouth with a sigh.

“Fuck” he throws his head back, trying to think of something else other than her as his dick bobs in her face. She swallows the spit in her mouth and slurps up the rest that was dripping from his dick, going down to his balls and licking those up too. His stomach flexes and he pulls away again, his hands pushing at her shoulders to keep her at bay.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” She asks and he shakes his head, gripping the base of his dick. “Nah…I just don’t wanna cum yet” he explains, the girl tilting her head. She didn’t really understand as to why he didn’t, but she didn’t bother to pry any further. In his head, he was waiting for what his homies described as ‘one of the best feelings ever next to winning the lottery’. He wanted to believe that.

“I wanna ride. Can I?” She asks abruptly. She could see in his face that he was slightly shocked by her request. wondering if she could even do it correctly, he still wanted to say yes. Why not test it out on him even if she can’t? Is what he thought. Though she never did it before, she had confidence that she could, thinking she would be able to control her own pace.

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Kneeling felt too uncomfortable, straining her muscles a bit too much. She made a mental note to stretch a bit more, then switched to her tippy toes, taking a deep breath. He grabs his dick by the base, helping her position it in the right place before she began slowly lowering herself. Only the tip had made it in, and she had already winced. Not out of pain, but it was just a lot of pressure to say only an inch or two was in.

“Relax, baby” he spoke into the air, the sound of his voice making her walls clench. She moans.

“I’m trying. I don’t think it’ll fit”

“It’ll fit” he reassures, his arms going under her to support her bouncing. Her arms went to his shoulders and she lowered herself a bit more onto him. The entrance into her was slick, the wetness surrounding her tight pussy helping him slip inside much easier, making her feel every single vein and inch faster than she wanted to. Once she was fully sat, she took a deep breath to continue raising back up, but he had already started the task by lifting her up himself, his hands gripping her ass.

He helped her bounce, then let go once he felt her adjust to his size, her grip loosening up, but she was still tight enough to enjoy. He fought the urge to fuck back, but it was only a matter of time before he disregarded how she felt.

“Just like that, baby” he praises, one of his hands now on her neck, gripping slightly. She felt an unreal amount of pressure, her legs almost giving out when she felt his tip hit the ‘end’ of her pussy, giving her a stomach turning feeling that had her ready to do what she just had done when he was eating her out.

Her ass popped right back up and her legs wobbled as she tried her best not to tap out, a thin layer of sweat now covering her forehead . “Right there” her plump lips pouted, him leaning up a bit and kissing them.

They both were trying their best to keep it down, but the bed was starting to make squeaking noises the faster her bouncing got, but she knew he couldn’t have cared about any of that. He only confirmed her assumption by how he began raising his hips to meet her bouncing, his hips now suddenly snapping into hers as she tried to lift herself to prevent the sound of their thighs meeting each other.

“Oh shit!” She huffed, her voice breaking. He shushed her with an expression before it disappeared as pleasure took over, his eyes rolling back momentarily as his head met the headboard. She struggled to stay on her toes as one more orgasms rushed over her, her legs finally giving out and going back into a kneeling position.

He held the position and locked his arms around her waist, his hips still drilling into her without a care. She heard nothing but wet smacking noises, her walls being the culprit of the noise as the boy attempted to make his tip meet her cervix, or that’s what it felt like to her . Her jaw went slack and her legs lost its feeling. She was walking the line of passing out, but every stroke kept her eyes shot open and tearing up.

If this is what sex felt like the whole time then she was thinking she should have always been a bit promiscuous around Franklin.

Before she knew it, he flipped both of them over, her back now on the wet sheets and blankets. She shivered at the cold spots that hit her ass before her body tensed up, feeling the thick pole she had just been rammed with slide right back into her with no warning, starting out with a slow, controlled pace. She grips his shoulders so tight that her nails dug into his skin, making him wince with his bottom lip tucked into his mouth.

He was so pretty from this angle. She could watch him all day.

She was so wet by now that the only thing she could feel was when his tip made contact with her gspot, her back arching up so high that she could have sworn she heard it crack a little. “I can’t,” she shook her head, her toes curling as he hit that sweet spot once again, now speeding up his thrusts. Her walls only gripped and took him in further, and that was when all feeling came back.

She clenched her eyes closed so tight that she started seeing black spots when she opened them back up. “Fuck!” She moaned out accidentally.

“Fu—“ he slapped her mouth shut quickly as he fucked her like he hated her, finally taking a bit of account of how loud and reckless they were getting. She whined at the stinging on her cheeks and he gave her an apologetic look, but his speed didn’t cease to make it easier for her to be quiet. It actually got more vigorous, and him rubbing her sensitive clit at the same time didn’t help either.

“You so fuckin’ gorgeous” he says, his voice and breathing jagged, the compliment making her fluster more than she already was by this situation alone. He moved his hand from her mouth and held her head, leaning down. They were so close that she could hear his breathing even clearer, the sound alone with his low moans being music to her ears. It only made her wetter knowing he enjoyed this as much as she did.

The feeling she had earlier rushed back so easily, her stomach tying itself in knots again. “I gotta— I’m cumming” she says breathlessly, her voice a little above a whisper. She expected him to stop, but that was a negative. Her toes curled and her arms pushed at him, but she was too far gone and tired to get him off of her, so she tried to scoot up instead.

She never thought ‘running from dick’ was a real thing. She only heard about it in stories her homegirls told her about, but now she completely understood. She understood that feeling you get when it’s just too good that you can barely control your movements anymore, to the point where you wanna smack the shit out of his face just to slow him down a bit.

Every time she moved an inch, he followed and fucked harder, her moans now getting caught in her throat. He was determined to make us both pass out, he waited for this moment for a long time. Too long if you asked him.

Her head and shoulders hung off the bed with her body going limp. She couldn’t move up anymore or she’d risk falling off her bed and hitting her head, waking up anybody who could freely open the door any time they wanted. This was already a risky situation considering she had no lock on my door.

She couldn’t tell if it was her blood rushing to her head or if it was another orgasm that was hitting stronger than the other one, but she was losing her mind, her legs closing around his fast moving hips as she squirted once more, soaking the sheets. Her head popped forward towards him and she mustered up the strength to push him off of her finally, more of her juices squirting out as he pulled out of her with a grunt.

Pulling her back onto the bed fully by her thighs, he wraps his hand around his shaft, jerking himself off to finish. his stomach muscles tensed up and his breathing came to a stop as he gripping himself tightly. She stared in anticipation, her hands moving downwards to stroke the tip of his dick with her thumb, that small touch alone being enough to make him cum all over her stomach and chest with a loud groan.

“Shhh” She jump up to cover his mouth, lowkey getting her payback for that mouth cover he did to her earlier.

“Fuck” he says, his words muffled because of her hand. He grabs her wrist and pulls her hand away from him, collapsing back onto the bed while letting out a breath.

They sat there for a few seconds, trying to regulate their breathing.

“…Franklin?” She calls, looking at him and pulling her knees to her chest to cover herself up like he wasn’t just inside of her.

“Yeah?”

“Were you a virgin before this?”

“…yeah” they stare, Franklin scratching the back of his neck and looking away

“Then…”

“Porn” he answered simply, her ears immediately getting hot.

“Oh..”

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@mikazaki890763

[mrs-dr-reid]

Babysitting

(A Spencer Reid x Fem!OC Fic)

Pairing: Dad!Spencer Reid x Mom!Adri Carmichael (my CM OC)

Summary: Spencer is charged with babysitting the LaMontagne boys as well as little Addie Carmichael-Reid while the BAU Ladies have a night out

Genre: Fluff, Dad!Spence Brainrot

Warnings: Toothrotting fluff, Dad!Spence (need I say more?)

A/N: This is something I finished writing solely for my Discord friend, Ozzie. But also because I love writing Spencer's interactions with my OC after they have their daughter. Also, I'm not gonna bother switching this out of diary-entry style, so have fun with that. Also also, Henry is like 8, Michael is 6 months old, Addie is 2 months old, and my faceclaim for Adri is Amanda Seyfried. Just throwing that out there

Word Count: 1467

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Status Report:

I just witnessed the cutest thing in the world. I was out with Tara, JJ, and Penelope for a ladies night, and Spencer volunteered to watch all three kiddos (Henry, Michael, and Addie) for the evening because Will was planning on going out with some of his old coworkers at the police station and was concerned about finding a sitter so last minute. Spencer brought me and Addie over to JJ and Will’s because he insisted it would be easier to bring Addie there instead of bringing the boys to our place, and I went upstairs to get ready with the ladies. At the same time, Will gave Spencer the rundown on what the boys needed to get done while we were out. I found everyone in JJ and Will’s master bathroom, and we started getting ready. Tara said, “Are we sure Reid can handle three kids all at once?”, while putting on mascara, so JJ replied, “Well, he did a pretty good job with Henry last time we went out for a ladies' night,” while curling her hair, and both Penelope and I let out joking shudders because all of us got AWFUL hangovers from that night, and Spencer still hasn’t let us forget that we didn’t come back until after sunrise when we said we’d only be gone a couple hours. It also didn’t help that the next morning we had to go support Hotch at his triathlon and all of us were MISERABLE from how bright it was and from all the cheering.

Once we were all ready, we went back downstairs to find Spencer already doing a kid’s puzzle with Henry while bouncing Michael and Addie on his knees. I melted at the sweetness of the scene, then went over to kiss him on the lips before I said, “We shouldn’t be out any later than midnight. I’m the designated driver and JJ isn’t drinking, so we’ll make sure we don’t leave you hanging all night,” which earned a pointed look and a, “Thank god,” from him. I giggled, then squatted down and said, “You’ll be good for Daddy, right?”, to Addie, who flapped her little arms and babbled happily at me. I smiled and said, “Good,” before kissing her nose with a comically exaggerated “Mwah!” sound to make her laugh, then standing up and calling, “Let’s go, Ladies! Party time waits for no one!”, the girls following me out the door while extending their thank you’s to Spencer, who just held up a hand and told us to have fun. And fun, we had. I honestly can’t remember the last time I got to hang out with my best gal pals outside of work like that. We obviously didn’t get up to the same level of debauchery as last time since JJ and I stayed sober the whole night to keep the other ladies on track (still being breastfeeders meant no alcohol for us), but we still had a good time.

Tara and Penelope were giggling messes the whole way back to JJ and Will’s due to the large but still reasonable amount of alcohol they consumed, and we pulled into the driveway at about a quarter after 11. Tara and Penelope were staying the night in the guest bedroom, so they quietly dragged their inebriated butts upstairs while JJ and I followed behind them with lovingly exasperated looks on our faces. The tv was still on and playing what I think was a Spider-Man cartoon, and when I saw a familiar mop of unruly hair poking over the back of the couch, I put out a hand to stop JJ from walking and pointed. She nodded, then the two of us tiptoed around to the front of the couch and proceeded to melt, because Spencer was fast asleep on the couch with Henry snuggled into his side and both Michael and Addie knocked out on his chest. Both of us whipped out our phones and took several pictures (making sure the flash wasn’t on so we wouldn’t wake them up), then I went over and kissed Spencer’s forehead before whispering, “Honey, we’re back,” which made his nose scrunch before he opened his eyes while mumbling, “Mmm, what time is it?”

I smiled and said, “20 after 11. Tara and Penny are staying the night, so I was gonna help JJ bring the boys up to bed before I bring you guys home,” so he said, “No, you go put Addie in the car, I’ll help JJ and pack up Addie’s stuff,” while gesturing for me to grab our daughter off of his chest. I did so, then he very carefully handed Michael to JJ before he scooped Henry up and nodded for JJ to go in front of him. He whispered, “I’ll be out in a minute, okay?”, so I whispered back, “Okay,” he smiled, then pressed a chaste kiss to my lips before following JJ upstairs to the boys’ rooms. I shook my head fondly as I watched him go, then strapped Addie into her car seat and brought her out to the car, her not stirring even a little bit the whole time (if there’s one thing she inherited from me, it’s my ability to sleep like the dead in any circumstance). I started up the car (double-checking that the radio was off first), and then Spencer made his way out and plunked into the passenger seat. I giggled, and he let out an only slightly melodramatic sigh before saying, “Thank you for not being out until sunrise again,” so I replied, “You’re welcome. Thank you for taking care of the Three Stooges all night,” which made him wave a hand and say, “Anything for my favorite ladies. Now let’s go home,” causing me to roll my eyes lovingly before saying, “As you wish, My Love,” and pulling out of the driveway.

We made it back to the apartment, and Spencer got out of the car to grab Addie’s car seat while insisting I go ahead and get ready for bed since he was already in a hoodie and sweatpants. I gave in, then as I was taking my makeup off in our bathroom after changing into some pajamas, I heard Addie babbling nonsensically and Spencer talking indistinctly. I went back into our bedroom to find him walking around with a swaddled-up Addie in his arms, and every time she let out a coo or a squeak, he’d say something like, “Really? I never knew that,” or, “Wow, Precious, that’s incredible!”, which made my heart practically turn to mush and a dopey, love-sick smile spread across my face. Spencer turned around to see me standing there, and his smile got even bigger before he teased, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” which made me scoff and say, “Photographic memory, Wise Guy. Don’t need to,” earning an eye roll from my partner.

I walked over to him, then said, “You get in bed, I’ll put her back to sleep,” and when he said, “You sure, Adri?”, I said, “Yes, Love, now give me my Little Lady,” while holding out my hands expectantly. He chuckled, then handed me Addie before kissing my forehead, crawling into bed, and grabbing the book he was rereading for the eighth time. I said, “Okay, Baby Genius, time for your bedtime song,” while adjusting Addie’s blanket, and Addie reached up to grab at my finger as I started to sing, “Edelweiss, Edelweiss, every morning you greet me. Small and white, clean and bright. You look happy to meet me,” Addie cooing at me while I rocked her back and forth. She fell asleep after two choruses, so I very carefully slid her into her crib and tucked her in before whispering, “Sweet Dreams, Miss Adeline,” and climbing into bed beside Spencer, who was looking at me with more love in his eyes than the day we finally told the team we were together.

He whispered, “You’re incredible, Adri. You know that, right?”, so I replied, “You tell me every day, My Love. I know. You’re pretty fantastic, too,” before leaning closer and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He smiled against my mouth, then when I pulled away, he quirked an eyebrow at me and said, “Bedtime?”, which made me let out a tiny snort and confirm, “Bedtime,” making another smile spread across his face. He turned the lamp on his bedside table off, and I snuggled against his chest while letting out a content sigh. I felt his lips press against the top of my head and I heard him whisper, “I adore you, Adrienne Carmichael,” so I whispered back, “I adore you too, Spencer Reid,” before letting the sweet caress of sleep overtake me. That’ll be all for now. Talk soon!

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[urne-buriall]

in honour of the this ken is a horsegirl post here's an little slice of sotw, during the time troubled-kid claire stays at the ranch

as a refresh, the premise of all of this is that Cas and Dean are at odds while Claire is present, stuck pretending they're only roommates, which Dean is pissed about because he wasn't aware he'd be forced into this charade in his own home...

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Although many things had changed with Claire’s arrival, this hadn’t: Cas arrived home while Dean prepared supper in the kitchen, both of them so ingrained in their routines that it couldn’t be helped.

Only this time Dean didn’t call out a welcome from the kitchen. Cas didn’t call hello from the door.

Slicing peppers on a cutting board, Dean heard Cas stop in the kitchen door, a clear hesitation.

“Yeah?” said Dean, not looking away from his countertop, his arm moving with each steady slice, uninterrupted.

“How was Claire today?” asked Cas.

“The morning was good,” said Dean. “Got through chores.” He swiped the peppers to the side of the board and started on a red onion. “Went to the store, all good. Got home. She asks if she can call up some friends.” The friends that were responsible for half the trouble she was in. Suspiciously older, suspiciously pushy.

“Oh,” said Cas. He came further into the kitchen. He leaned back against the counter, a little further down from Dean than usual. No hands on Dean’s waist. No kiss to the back of his neck or his shoulder or his cheek. Dean’s knife stuttered a little on the onion, then he corrected back to the even rhythm of his cut.

So they could each talk to Claire and they could talk about Claire but couldn’t talk simply to each other. Dean was learning the new rules.

“I told her long-distance is too expensive. That we’d stick to the phone plan: her parents call her on Sundays. She had a few choice words for me about that.” He looked up at Cas. “She called me a ‘wannabe Ken doll.’”

Cas did a terrible job of smothering a smile. He folded his arms over his chest and cleared his throat. “That is very inappropriate,” he said, tone flat and gravelly like he wasn’t amused.

“It’s downright offensive,” said Dean. “Ken doesn’t even have any bits.”

Cas smiled fully now, despite himself, head bowing down. Dean couldn’t help wanting to make Cas laugh, even now when they were at odds with each other.

And he couldn’t help but wonder, is this part of what it would be like if they had kids? This kind of debrief in the kitchen, finding the balance of taking something seriously but not taking it hard.

“I’ll go up and see if I can speak to her,” said Cas. “She is, I take it, in her room?”

“Don’t know how far you’ll get, but you can try,” said Dean.

Cas tipped his head up thoughtfully, pondering strategy. Dean pulled a couple of tomatoes onto the cutting board.

“Hey Cas,” Dean said, not cutting anything yet. Cas looked at him, expecting anything. Probably not expecting what Dean suggested: “I know Michael said her friends were a pretty bad crowd. But she shouldn’t be cut off. I mean, she oughtta have some kids her age around. I was thinking maybe of asking Jody or Donna if they know some Scouts who’d wanna come up to the farm for a visit. Not make a thing of it or anything, but give Claire a chance to meet some people and not be too lonely, you know?”

Cas studied Dean for a long moment and Dean couldn’t figure out what Cas was thinking. There was something of Cas’ fondness in it, the way he looked when his heart had been warmed by something Dean said or did. But there was also a puzzled note, Cas putting pieces together that didn’t form a sensible picture in his head.

“That might help her feel at home here,” Cas said at last. “It’s a very thoughtful idea, Dean. But I thought you wanted to get rid of Claire, not make her welcome.”

Dean tightened his stance. It had been a nice idea, but then Cas had to be a dick about it. “Way I see it, it doesn’t matter either way to me if she stays or goes. This isn’t about her. Now if you change your tune, I don’t see that we’ll have any problem.”

“Right,” said Cas, pulling away from the counter and walking away. “Because this is how I wanted to spend our summer.”

[birdo-is-here]

Bit of an aftermath to the most recent nightmare Michael had, from Raphael’s perspective this time! How fun

Warning for: Descriptions of lots of blood and injuries, one of those injuries being impalement! also some (rather strong) allusions to abuse (let me know if i missed anything please!)

As soon as Raphael stepped into the room, she winced. Michael was splayed out across the tile, unmoving aside from the violent shaking in his body. Peculiarly, he looked to be in his human form. That was interesting; they didn’t usually ask Michael to change into a human form for these punishments.

The polished, white tile was contaminated; dark red blood was smeared around and pooling beneath Michael. The hoodie — the hoodie he only wore when in this form — was almost entirely tinted the darker colour, soaked in the angel’s own blood. 

Raphael approached her patient, taking in what more she could of Michael’s condition as she did so. There was blood on his face. A lot of blood. He didn’t seem to be responding to her approach, either.

As she reached him, she knelt down in the blood, placing a gentle hand on Michael’s shoulder. 

His shaking looked worse, now that Raphael was closer to him; his breathing was incredibly laboured, it was probably stretching it a bit to call what the angel was doing “breathing”. There was a puncture wound right in the middle of his sternum; judging by the blood pooling beneath him, it was certainly a full impalement. Great.

His face was in fact mostly covered in blood. It seemed to be quite a large facial wound, though it was rather difficult to tell… where exactly it was with all the blood, or even if there was only one wound there. Michael’s eyes were clouded over with pain and delirium, staring absently up at the ceiling, though his pupils shifted very slightly in response to the Doctor’s touch.

Good, at least he was… somewhat responsive. 

“Michael, you with us?” She asked as clarification. Michael blinked once, and then proceeded to screw his eyes shut. She hummed to herself, looking over his wounds once more. His arms and legs were broken, too.

… Bloody hell. Alright.

She slipped her hand a bit more onto Michael’s back, gently coaxing him into sitting up. He didn’t take it too well. 

His eyes shot open, fear still fresh as his shivering got worse. He whimpered, shrinking away as best he could manage in his state.

“Hey, hey, you’re alright, it’s okay” She immediately pulled away, her voice softening for the other. The after-effects of these punishments were becoming a bit too… human, lately. Michael settled again, his demeanour relaxing as much as it would allow.

“Can you try to sit up? I’ll help you, I just need to look over your injury,” She tried again. Michael made no response at first, just staring absently at the ceiling. A moment later, he shifted as he tried to pull himself up by his torso.

Raphael’s arm quickly found his back, staying cautious of the spear-shaped wound there, too, as she helped him sit up. He made a small sound of anguish, tears beginning to stream, which certainly would have only hurt his face more. 

Once up, she quietly coaxed him into leaning against her, which he did without arguing. The tears still fell. Raphael adjusted her hold a bit, still staying cautious of his back.

“Cough up what you can of the blood. Get it out of your throat.” Before she even finished speaking, he followed through, hacking up dark red blood into his lap. His coughs were throaty, and clearly painful even to another person. She rubbed circles on his back, holding him close against her.

His arms were completely slack, holding themselves at odd angles on the angel. The bleeding had gotten a little worse in his chest. Time to deal with that. An already-prepared piece of cloth appeared in Raphael’s free hand.

“This is going to hurt. You’re okay, I'm disinfecting the wound,” She had to repeat herself before Michael responded with a very subtle nod.

Raphael gently pressed the cloth to the injury, and Michael tensed. He sucked in a pained, shallow breath, his eyes widening slightly, though he didn’t move — or at least, he didn’t try to.

“You’re doing great, you’re okay. Just shake your head if it gets too painful,” 

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Immediately after disinfecting the wounds, Raphael teleported herself and Michael into her office. She nearly stumbled. The room was perfectly clean and, for lack of a better term, simple. A box shape; with several cupboards and desks scattered about, alongside a strange, small bed in the corner that now housed the quivering Michael.

… Ah. Right. She still needed to get used to the more… modernised look of the place. Ever since she had noticed it was subtly changing to suit the time frame, it was getting increasingly difficult to keep “up to date” with its new looks. 

No matter, she’d adjust. She had work to do.

Raphael set off to her cupboards, grabbing several new bandages and a few tools, those namely being: a suture kit, four different types of syringes — the other types just in case — and a small bottle of liquid. By then, she was out of hands, so she quickly hurried over to where Michael was and placed the supplies on a nearby desk. Then she was off again.

This time, she grabbed a roll of cast padding, and then a roll of plaster cast. ..And then a couple more rolls. She began to double back to Michael again, before stopping just as quickly.

… He was in his human form for this one, wasn’t he? His measurements may have been different in this form. She went to collect a roll of measuring tape, before finally making it back to the injured angel.

As Raphael turned her attention back on him, she noticed he was staring, unblinkingly, with a look of mild terror — or caution — at something behind her, somewhere above her. Confused, she followed his gaze, until it landed on…

.. Ah. He was staring at the light. Suppose any point of fixed light would… have that effect, considering it would resemble… …H. Hm. 

She momentarily considered snapping her fingers, turning the light off. ..Of course, she chose to keep it on. He would have to learn eventually. They only wanted the best for him.

[envihellbender]

Stranger!Michael

Michael hadn’t really chosen the Stranger, nor was it something he’d been thrown into. It was more something that happened. He wanted to not be known, he wanted Gertrude and Elias to fear him instead of bully and torment him. The scariest thing to him were the dark shapes that hounded his sleep, large thin, pointed figures that creeped into his nightmares, so that was what he became. With a little help, he supposed, from Gregor Orsinov… but mostly he just showed him how to make his own shadows. Had his appearance changed? Well, sort of. He wasn’t a mannequin, he hadn’t been skinned, Gregor saw his potential far more than any of his dolls. His face had changed, his smile seemed more painted on than anything else. It moved, he could close his lips and move his teeth, but if you touched them it felt the same as his nose and cheeks. He also had wire strings that grew from his fingers that attached themselves to his creations before breaking off. He could pull at them and control them if he desired but to begin with they fell off like an umbilical cord.

Michael didn’t choose what they looked like, he created them with an intention and then the thoughts brought them to life. His latest was similar to ones he had done before, not that that was a problem. He stepped back from his creation and watched it. It was a black, angular thing almost as if it was made from drainpipes. Its arms had more corners than they should have, those appendages were the important ones. Michael created them to be able to detach so that they can hide and climb and slither until they catch their prey. The name that had been given to them was the Not Them which didn’t quite make sense to Michael, because they were all something. Someone. They just weren’t the someone that people wanted, that’s the thing people didn’t understand about the Stranger, Michael thought. No one was ever no one, they were lost, distant, displaced, replaced… But even then people were people.

Besides, they did all have their own personalities, the one Michael had created was quite mischievous and cheeky, its limbs were tangled up but it would sort that out itself. Not names, though. The Stranger didn’t have names, if they did they wouldn’t be strangers now, would they? This one he hadn’t decided where to send yet. The last one had ended up working in the Archive, which whilst fun wasn’t necessary any more. It would result rather tragically, so he had to think of another place to send this one. Maybe after playing with it for a while he’d just send it to make its own way in the world. They were much less likely to get hurt that way.

His workshop was in the tunnels beneath the Institute, where the prison used to be, but his direct points of power were connected to the theatres of London which he could easily move between. He moved some of the pieces from his favourites into his workshop - a few masks, some metres of curtain, all to bring that power here. He enjoyed it when there were circuses and street performers, little bursts of the Stranger scattered all over, slowly feeding him whether people realised it or not.

[officialleehadan]

Four and Four

Hello darlings! Today's story was brought to you by Hel! Darling, thank you so much for all your support!

Prompt: Higher Being Housemates

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The archangels didn’t need a witness to their long-overdue reunion now that their stupid emotions were mostly headed in the right direction. Tracy waited another minute to make sure Michael would be welcomed into the huddle and smiled when she saw a pair of hands tipped in polished black nails wrap around him tentatively. It was the only part of Samael she could see, but it was evident that he had desperately missed his brothers.

Once she was pretty confident they weren’t going to fight, Tracy smiled to herself and headed inside towards the Three Holy Men.

They were having a complicated day too. Tracy couldn’t do much more for the archangels until they worked themselves out a little, but she could help Father Donovan and his friends handle the appearance of a bunch of archangels in the church. There was very probably a whole lot of panic happening, even with Angelika’s calming influence.

When she entered the kitchen, it was to the sight of Father Donovan drinking straight out of a whiskey bottle, Rabbi Herschel was doing the same, but out of a kosher wine bottle, and Imam Abdul was glaring at them both with profound envy, but he was also drinking water. Angelika had her hand on his shoulder. Blake was pulling the cork out of another bottle of wine.

“Okay, the archangels are hugging it out,” Tracy said when they all looked over at her. Blake wordlessly passed her a glass of wine from the new bottle and Tracy took it gratefully. She kind of wanted some of that whiskey, but Father Donovan needed it more than she did right now. “Holy Men, I’m sorry for the drama, but I’m pretty sure this has been coming for a while.”

“Samael the Destroyer is in my church,” Father Donovan rasped between long swigs of whiskey. “Have- are there- will any other Great Ones be… making an appearance?”

“I think it’s just the four of them right now,” Tracy said, which probably wasn’t very comforting, but there it was. “Gabriel and Rafael have been hanging around for a while. I’m not sure why they brought Michael, since he seems like kind of an asshole, but he’s hugging Samael right now, so I think they’re gonna be okay.”

“They’re…. hugging? Literally?” Rabbi Herschel asked in astonishment, but he took the cup of tea Angelika offered in place of the empty bottle. It glimmered faintly to Tracy’s sight. Angelika had probably blessed it so that the poor man wouldn’t suffer too much for his poor decisions with alcohol. “It seemed that they were not… on good terms.”

“They’re not, but that’s a dumb angel thing. They’ll figure it out,” Tracy waved him off and hoped she was right. She would probably have to talk the angels and Samael down again at least once, but that was fine. It would be easier the second time. “I’ll go punch Michael again if I gotta.”

“Might be harder the second time,” Blake said and came around the table to give her a warm, safe-feeling hug, which Tracy leaned into . He was careful to avoid Michael’s sword on the way. Angelika had stuck it into the umbrella bucket by the door, doubtless to keep any of the demons from touching it by accident. It glimmered warningly, but Tracy didn’t plan to touch the thing, so it was resoundingly not her problem for now. “That was a good punch though.”

“You taught me,” Tracy said. There was some panic left in the back of her throat and her voice cracked. Father Donovan looked at his bottle of whiskey, then at her, and proffered it without a word. Tracy took it, took a long pull from it, and handed it back. “Thanks. That helps. Okay Wise Men. This got really complicated really fast, but I think I’m gonna need to ask you for more.”

“However we might serve,” Imam Abdul said faintly and straightened up with a sigh. “But how… forgive me, but how are we to help…. Them?”

“We’re people.”

Blake cut in, strangely subdued although he kept one arm and one wing around Tracy, who appreciated him deeply.

“We’re people,” he repeated as he felt his way through what he wanted to say. “We… we love, and hate, and make stupid decisions. We just have longer to do it in. Humans, you live so fast that you can’t afford to hold onto stuff like we do. Like they do. Believe it or not but… you’re mentally older than they are. Than we all are. It’s not like any of us had good role models.”

“I had Rafael,” Angelika pointed out, loyal to the archangel who she served even now. “But I admit, my experience is a rare one. Dear Wise Ones, you do not need to do anything, but they could, in a way, use the same care you give to those who look to you among your human faiths. They need kindness, and wisdom, and a perspective outside their own.”

“I’ll take Samael,” Tracy said, even though she absolutely didn’t want to. She was probably the only one of the humans he would listen to, even a little. “Who wants Michael?”

She expected Imam Abdul to speak up, but instead it was Rabbi Herschel.

“I will take Michael,” he said before anyone else could say anything and forced a wry smile. “My people believe in questioning what we believe. It seems to me that Archangel Michael may need that encouragement. Also, he is much like some of my own dear ones, odd as it sounds. He is angry. I understand it.”

“I’ll take Gabriel,” Father Donovan decided. He was definitely looking tipsy from the whiskey, but that was okay. Gabriel would like that. “I feel he needs a friend, and I have walked closer to both Great Sides than many.”

“And so Rafael the Healer comes to me,” Imam Abdul mused, and then smiled. “A healer. I believe I understand how to speak to a healer. Before I found my calling, I was a doctor, fighting for my people’s lives.”

“Good, it’s settled,” Tracy decided, and crammed her own panic a little further down into her stomach. They were close, so close, to real progress. She couldn’t afford to freak out. Not now. Not until they were done. “As soon as they start arguing again, we break them up. Everyone ready?”

“I feel I will need more whiskey for this,” Father Donovan muttered, but he gave Tracy a firm, supportive smile. “We will see this through, Nephilim. Never fear. For all that this battle of the heart is a fearsome one, you are not without allies.”

“And if it all goes wrong,” Imam Abdul said with a snort of dry laughter. “At least we go knowing that we perish in the service of the Greatest Good that is Peace. If that does not buy us a measure of peace in the afterlife, nothing will. Now, how do we get them apart before they rend us all asunder?”

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[princesachicana]

𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 (steven conklin x reader)

description: in which you’re head over heels for steven. But he isn’t head over heels for you, right?

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God why couldn’t he just notice you? Steven Conklin was like a daydream when you looked at him. If he speaks even little as three words to you, your heart rate spikes. But no he didn’t look at you the way you looked at him, he’d only ever saw you as a friend. He romantically liked girls like Shayla maybe even Taylor? Seeing as he made out with her. You remembered that one of your sisters jokingly pushed you towards Steven, implying to make out with you next, the look on his face after made you mortified.

It’s like he was repulsed by the thought of even so much as giving you a peck on the lips. It seemed like everyone knew you were head over heels for Steven, but Steven himself. You noticed the sympathetic looks your friends and sisters gave you when you embarrassingly tried to make conversation with Steven. Just for him to shut it down saying “I’ll be back.” and actually never come.

You craved a summer romance. With all the other boys who’ve asked you out on dates? No. With Steven Conklin there was no better boy in your eyes. You craved a summer romance just like your sisters. A set of twins dating the fisher boys? Just like a romance novel. You saw how Jeremiah made Maria’s smile bigger, You saw how Conrad’s eyes softened every time he glanced at Mariana. Yeah that’s exactly what you wanted, but you and Stevens own version.

But right here, right now you doubted that it was even possible. You were currently sitting with all your friends and sisters around a fire. You’ve probably carved your name in the sand a thousand times. Being as the conversation was about a party that occurred a week before, you had little to say. You didn’t show up, and probably run into Steven making out with a girl? No. No. No. “Why didn’t my butterfly show up?” Steven asked nudging you with his shoulder, you smiled the nickname warming your heart a little.

Everyone called you “Butterfly” because when you were younger you took a little longer than most twelve month olds to take your first steps. So when you finally did your family compared it to a butterfly that finally spread its wings and flew. After your father told the story three summer’s ago, it just stuck. So when Steven used, it felt special for only a millisecond, because then you remembered everyone else also called you that.

Your mind went back to Steven’s question, of course you couldn’t say the real reason.

I didn’t show up, because I refuse to stare at you when your kissing someone else.

“I already told you, I was tired.” Your eyes went around the bonfire, everyone else giving you knowing looks. “Bullshit, you’re never tired” Jeremiah laughed. Maria who was in between his legs, her back to his chest, turned her head quickly giving her boyfriend a knowing look that said “you are so not helping” They had the type of relationship where they had a silent language, often times they gave each other looks and just automatically knew what the other was saying telepathically.

“Well I missed you, and hopefully you got some beauty rest cause tomorrow your coming!” Steven wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You immediately giggled, you softly laid your head onto one of his shoulders. “She can’t!” Mariana spoke out loud, she was seated on Conrad’s lap who hadn’t stopped playing with her hair. Oh right you couldn’t come even if you wanted to. “Well why not?” Steven asked. “And I want no stupid excuses!” He declared with a grin.

“I have a date.” You whispered, eyes closing for a second. Yes, you had a date. The guy was nice, you didn’t know much about him. You only talked to him for five minutes and the only information that you got was, his name was Michael and he’d asked you out to an arcade. “You have a date? With who Casper?” Steven scoffed, laughing as he pulled away from you. You opened your mouth to reply but your all to protective sisters spoke before you. “Yeah, and he’s like so hot right y/n?” Mariana said making her boyfriend frown.

“Sorry babe.” She whispered, turning towards Conrad placing a chaste kiss onto his lips. “He is attractive.” Your voice was broken. You were embarrassed, Steven couldn’t even believe you had a date. He’d jokingly asked if your mysterious date was a ghost! It hurt. “Yeah, and they’ve been like FaceTiming non-stop right y/n?” It was Maria’s turn to defend you. Yeah, you wouldn’t say you’ve been FaceTiming Michael “non-stop” but he’d called a couple times and he was fun to talk to. “We have interesting conversations” your voice was small, almost preparing yourself for another insult from Steven.

“Yeah right” he muttered before getting up and walking away. You stared at his retreating figure, your eyes getting misty. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. You repeated the words in your head like a mantra. “Don’t listen to him butterfly he’s an asshole.” Conrad spoke up, giving you a small smile. You nodded your head, scared that if you spoke you’d burst out into tears, you didn’t wanna ruin the rest of the night.

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5 Minutes. 10 Minutes. 15 Minutes. 20 Minutes. 30 Minutes. Why had you waited this long? He wasn’t going to show up. You had stood by the prize stand for the arcade for almost an hour waiting for Michael like you both planned. You had stared at each and every couple who walked in hand in hand, you could tell which ones were on their first date and which ones had been together for awhile.

Really this was all your fault, right? You should have figured he wasn’t coming after your 3rd message went unanswered.

But you waited standing there, probably looking absolutely ridiculous in your outfit that your sisters helped you pick out. It wasn’t exactly your style but you figured this was what boys expected girls to wear on dates. You also tried something new with your makeup, a darker lip that made your lips more “kissable”, well according to Mariana.

After last night and how Steven had acted, you felt more than embarrassed. No doubt, he’d be laughing at you right now. You sat alone on the beach, it wasn’t a far walk from your parent’s beach house. Everyone else was at the party you contemplated showing up and lying about how the date ended quickly, but you’d face one hundred questions that would end in more lies so you just walked to the beach.

It wasn’t till now with the ocean’s waves swooshing in the background, that you cried. You had been stood up. You should of figured Michael wasn’t actually interested in you. He’d only ever asked you questions like “are you a virgin?” Or “what are you wearing right now?” and you’d occasionally get the “you up?” texts not surprisingly followed by him asking for nudes, of course you never sent any, maybe that’s why he didn’t show up?

This was just another reminder that you weren’t destined for a summer romance. “Hey” the greeting was quiet and soft, you knew it was Steven. You attempted to wipe your face, but the smeared mascara would be a dead giveaway that you had been crying. “Guessing the date didn’t go well?” Steven sat next to you hesitantly. “He didn’t show up, so just leave because I don’t really want to hear how you think it’s so funny.” You spoke staring straight at the ocean, contemplating on jumping in and letting the ocean take you anywhere but here. The boy you’ve been in love with sitting next to you as you admitted something humiliating.

“He’s fucking stupid.” Steven’s words were harsh. “Him? Look at me I got dressed up for him, I’m like the epitome of stupid.” You said, looking down at your outfit. “You look pretty really, well beautiful actually.” Steven said causing your eyes to meet his. “Thank you” His words made your heart nearly jump outside of your chest. He’d called you pretty, no he called you beautiful for the first time ever, he only ever said you looked “cute.”

“I think anyone who fucks up a chance with you is stupid, by the way” Steven’s words once again were a complete shock to you. “Anyways, any other dates or boys planned?” When he spoke each word, it looked like it took a lot for him to ask. “No, not right now at least, there’s this one boy, but he’s not interested so it doesn’t really matter.” You shrugged, like the boy you were talking about wasn’t right next to you. “Idiot” he mumbled if you weren’t sitting so close to him you wouldn’t have heard him.

“Can i ask you a question Steven?” You whispered not exactly knowing where you were going with this. “Of course y/n” he nodded motioning for you to continue. “Do you think a guy will ever be interested in me romantically, be honest am I ‘girlfriend’ material?” You needed to know, cause what was the point in trying if you were never gonna get anywhere? Your breath hitched when Steven softly took your chin in between his fingers. “You are so much more” Steven smiled, god that smile did it for you every single time.

“You’re the nicest person I’ve ever met, you smile at me even if I was an ass to you the night before, so far you’ve remembered every single detail about me, like you really always let me draw invisible shapes on your skin when you see me getting anxious.” Your heart was pounding again, we’re you able to fall in love all over again when you already were? The answer has to be yes because that was what was happening. “You’re beautiful, you always have that pout on your lips when someone interrupts you, and the beauty mark that sometimes your self conscious about is beautiful too.” Steven’s rant stopped when he noticed you were crying.

“Hey, I’m sorry what’s wrong.” Steven grabbed your face in between his palms. “Don’t say stuff like that, cause then I’ll think you actually like me.” You closed your eyes, the feeling of his hands on your face somewhat calming you. “Hey,hey I like you, I really like you.” His confession made your eyes blink open again. “You really mean that?” Steven nodded his head his eyes shifting from your eyes down to your lips. “Can I kiss you butterfly?” You giggled mumbling a yes.

Steven Conklin was kissing you! Something you’ve dreamed about many times before, it was actually happening! His lips against yours was soft, it was like fireworks being lit, an unspoken declaration for the both of you. You were both in love with each other. Maybe you showed it more than him at times? But it was always there for him as well.

You pulled away after a minute, needing to catch your breath. “Wow.” You said against his lips. His forehead was pressed against yours. “Wow? really that’s all you have to say.” Steven laughed. “I just can’t believe this is happening.” You admitted shaking your head. “Well believe it cause your mine butterfly.” Yes.Yes.Yes you chanted in your head.

“Wait? aren’t you supposed to be at the party?” You asked curiously. Steven laughed nodding his head “yeah, but it didn’t feel right without my butterfly.” He quickly said before pulling you into another kiss.

His butterfly. His butterfly. His butterfly

You were his, and he was yours.

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slashers with S/O’s toxic parents

Tw - physical abuse, verbal abuse, sexual abuse, religious abuse, grammar and spelling mistakes, financial abuse, murder mentioned, torture mentioned, blood mentioned, religious themes in Asa’s section

Michael Myers: physically abusive 

now Michael knows he’s not the most gentle partner in the world, so when bruises show up on your arms he just assumes that they are from where he must have grabbed you too roughly.

because of this Michael will make it point to be more gentle with you in his own way which will sometimes lead to him not touching you at all in fear that he won’t realize his strength again and leave you with new bruises

it’s not until he walks in on you getting changed will he notice scars and burns marking your back does he know its not him 

he will corner you until you tell him the truth because of how protective he is over you. So when you finally break and tell him, there's nothing stopping him

kills the abusers in your family and the bystanders along with the people who covered it up 

comes back covered in blood and awkwardly holds you to comfort you 

will make it a point to trace your scars and (in his own way) reassure you that your safe now

Bo Sinclair: verbally abusive

We all know bo is not the nicest with words

We also know he’s not got the best temper and all though he’s nicer to you the his brothers you aren’t spared from one of his rage fuelled tantrums

He first noticed small things like how when he yelled at Vincent or Lester you would flinch away from him or you would leave the room all together

He thought it was weird but just assumed that you had a problem with loud noises

It isn’t until you bring him to meet your family that he learns the truth

You had dropped a plate by accident and just as bo entered the room your mother screamed in your face while poking you in the chest

You were call every name in the book before bo put himself between you and your mother while telling you to go wait in the car

The yelling isn’t what troubled bo the most it was the way you shut down completely showing bo that this was a regular thing

He kills off of your mother In tortures ways with the rest of your family watching since they loved to be bystanders so much

Has Vincent and Lester do most of the comforting because being soft isn’t bo’s strong suit

Definitely tries to not yell at you or around you

Little thing will change but he’ll be helpful overall

Vincent: financial abuse

You and Vincent had been together for a while now and Vincent had brought up the idea of you moving from the village into his home

You had seemed hesitant and outright rejected the idea when he reassured you wouldn’t have to pay rent until you had completed your schooling and gotten into a steady job

He got concerned so while you were in the shower he checked your banking records and saw that you had been getting random deposits of money into your account so he then checked your phone

He saw text messages from your parents saying they would cut off your tuition money if you did things outside of their rules like for example getting a boyfriend or picking up an extra class

At every little inconvenience they would threaten to cut you off of any money you would get

He would see you showing off your grades and because they had dropped slightly your parents threaded to pull you out of school and move you back home if you didn’t keep up “reasonable standards” such as good grades and keeping away from all boys

He would confront you with this information in a gentle way as possible to avoid conflict but when you broke down after admitting how much stress your parents had put you under he just held you while you cried

He had your parents killed off and offered to have them put into the museum but if you declined he would respect your decision and have lester dispose of them

Thomas Hewitt: sexual abuse

You had been staying at the Hewitt residence after they had spared you from the fate that your friends had gotten

You had begun a relationship with Thomas after Luda may had done her best to match maker you both together

At a certain point in the relationship you have you parents meet the Hewitts after Luda may insisted that the two families sit and get to know each other

When your parents arrived Thomas noticed straight away that you had tensed up and how you would avoid eye contact with one of your parents in particular

Throughout the dinner Thomas noiticed many times that your parent would touch you in weird places that would be considered inappropriate

He shrugged it off as how you guys showed love and that every family showed affection differently, who were the Hewitts to judge?

It wasn’t until you excused yourself to the bathroom with a worried look that Thomas knew something wasn’t right so he followed you

When he got to you, you broke down in his arms, crying whilst admitting that your parent had sexually harassed and abused you in the past

He comforts you before going to tell the family about the new information

They kill both of your parents wether the other parent was aware or not

Won’t even eat them because the Hewitts are honestly disgusted and would never eat someone who has preyed on a child

Whole family becomes more gentle with you, even holt and monty surprisingly

Asa Emory: religious abuse

Your family had been a strictly catholic family that asa had been watching to put into one of his many games

We all know that this bug man follows no god and even sees himself as a sort of god so he already is not a fan of your upbringing

He noticed nothing out of the ordinary about your family until the day you had come back from college late

You were accused of all sorts ranging from just being around a boy to prostitution

After your family had degraded you and had humiliated you, you were dragged and locked in a wardrobe that had bible scriptures painted on the walls along with a small statue of Jesus on the cross hanging on the wall. You were kept there for 2 days in total

This is where asa becomes more sympathetic towards you and even though you are still put in the game you are given much more preferable treatment to your parents

This is where you would begin to develop Stockholm syndrome and begin to see asa as your god as your hero

He would probably make you kill your parents as a last test of loyalty before calling you his but if you can not he will still make you his S/O but you will be kept on a short leash and will be treated with suspicion

Won’t change his behaviour much but will be sensitive to your past and won’t leave you alone in small spaces

If you want to continue being a catholic he won’t understand but he will support just don’t ask to leave the hotel unattended for church because you will be punished

[littledrummeraussie]

surprise! on tour.

all the things we dream about series | series masterlist / masterlist.

Word count: 2225 Warnings: poly!Cashton. on tour. surprise visit. heavy flirting. small bit of public teasing. clothes sharing. dirty talk. masturbation. creampie and cumplay. blink-and-you’ll-miss-it anal play & breath play. they are basically sharing the girl. soft cuddles and aftercare moments. the whole thing. Author’s note: hello yes, I’m back on my bullshit, have another go at poly!Cashton and reader having hot and heavy sex at the hotel room on tour after not seeing each other for weeks. inspired by the picture above.

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“Okay, okay, one more!” Ryan grinned at Ashton and Calum as they posed in front of him, showing off their instruments. “You look badass!”

“You also have a nice ass,” the comment came from somewhere behind them, and their heads whipped in that direction, disbelief and surprise crossing their features. “Both of you.”

“No way you’re here!” Ashton exclaimed, a wide smile making his face light up while Calum laughed as well, not being able to take his eyes off of you.

It took a lot of planning and some help from the crew, but you finally had the chance to surprise your boyfriends on tour for a few days. The secret was so well kept that even Michael and Luke didn’t know about it until that morning; you didn’t want them to somehow spill it for Ash and Cal before the time came. They pretended to be hurt, claiming they would never, but then a second later they both agreed that okay, maybe it happened before.

Ryan was texting you all day long, keeping an eye on the guys so he could find the perfect spot and moment to arrange the big meeting, which he also planned on capturing. Looking back later you just knew you all will cherish the moment he caught of them realizing you were there. It was pure luck that they did not see you sneaking up on them, but it was worth every reaction in the end when you finally got to compliment their pose and nice backsides.

“Come here you,” Ashton opened his arms and you wrapped yours around his waist, snuggling up to him as he kissed your temple. “You sneaky little ninja.”

“Missed you, asshole,” you giggled, tugging on the hem of his shirt before reaching for Calum, manoeuvring around his bass to get a hug from him too. “Missed you too, grandpa.”

“And she says I’m the asshole,” Ash snorted while Calum groaned, burying his face in your hair.

“Not you too,” Cal pinched your side, making you swat at him with a giggle. “You know you like it.”

“Maybe I could convince you to wear something else? I’m sure there are some hidden gems in your bag. And in yours too, sir,” you directed the last part at Ashton who furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong with this?” he looked down at himself and you rolled your eyes, tugging on his shirt again while you leaned into Calum, his hand on your waist, squeezing you.

“It’s the dirty wife beater,” you laughed. “Maybe I could take this off of you… once the show is over… and never give it back, huh?”

“This one will end in your closet as well, I can see it,” Calum started stirring you towards the stage while Ashton’s hand slipped into yours. “Say goodbye to it Ash.”

“Yes, say goodbye to it, because this one will definitely end up in my bag and come back to LA with me so you can finally put on something else that looks much better on you,” you groaned, already thinking up ways to get rid of the affronted item.

“It’s a shame,” Ash clicked his tongue, fingers tightening around yours as he pulled you to his chest again, Calum following, making you trapped between their bodies. “Would have loved to fuck you in the dirty wife beater,” a smirked tugged at the corner of his mouth, hips rolling against yours to emphasize his words.

“I’d rather wear your vest… with just some nice panties…” you kept your eyes on Ashton, voice dropping lower. “…and maybe one of Cal’s ties… what do you think?” your head leaned back against Calum’s shoulder, tongue quickly swiping over your bottom lip.

“Highly approved, baby,” it was his turn to rub against your ass, his desire for you clear under his baggy pants. “And you know… having you like this… might have given me an idea…” he pressed his lips against your cheek, exchanging a heated look with Ashton, and you were sure he already knew what had crossed your boyfriend’s mind.

You couldn’t wait for the show to finally end – and it hasn’t even started yet.

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  “Shit, that’s it baby, ride my dick!”

You whined as Calum entered you again, burying your face against his sweaty neck, his skin hot and smelling like sex and cologne, his hands grabbing your ass as he moved you up and down on his cock. Ashton’s vest was sticking to your back, drenched from the sweat on all of your bodies as you were sandwiched between your boyfriends, Calum’s body under yours while Ashton kneeled behind you, his hands roaming over your skin wherever he could reach you. Now you understood what Calum was referring to earlier when they hugged you between them before the concert, how he was already planning on having you like this once you were back in the hotel room.

Ashton’s fingers slipped under the sides of your panties to snap them against your skin, the sting making you hiss, teeth grazing Calum’s ear. He chuckled at your reaction, mumbling something about how good you feel against him, around him, how he missed having their girl all to themselves. Ash made an approving sound behind you, now moving his hands over your hips, thumbs digging into your flesh where the lace of your panties were stretched over you. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you and Cal, how your body melted against his tanned skin, his tattooed arms holding you close while he worked his hips up and into you, cock buried into your pussy with every thrust.

His thumb dragged over the material of your panties again, nail slightly scratching the skin where it did not cover your ass, and he could see your pussy tightening around Calum’s dick, both of you groaning at the sensation. You were wet and pink and beautifully inviting, making Ashton wrap his hand back around himself as he fisted his cock, your wetness from before the switch making the slide easier. He breathed heavily, trying to hold back his pleasure as he rubbed the pad of his thumb against your pussy lip where you were stretched around Cal.

“You look fucking gorgeous,” his voice was low and husky, and that combined with the wet sounds as he jerked his cock you knew he was getting impatient.

You pressed a sloppy kiss against Calum’s jaw and he let you go at that, helping you sit up on his waist, and Ashton was there in a second, letting you lean against him as you still slightly rode Cal. Calum caressed your thighs while Ashton’s hands covered your tits under the opening of his vest, squeezing them teasingly. You panted as you finally slowed down to a stop, head resting on Ashton’s shoulder as you looked up at him.

“Thought you’re going to say ‘you look fucked, gorgeous’,” you giggled breathlessly, nipping at his jaw, and he pinched your nipples in reply.

“Well, you definitely look fucked,” his arm slid around your waist, lifting you off of Calum just enough to bend you back over him, quickly pushing his cock into you. “But not enough…” he added.

Calum grabbed the end of the tie hanging between your breasts to pull you closer, capturing your lips in a kiss as Ashton started pounding into you. You buried your fingers into his hair, holding onto him as you moaned into his mouth, his hands grabbing your waist where Ashton was holding onto you. You felt their hands tangle together on your body, both of them moving you up and down on Ash’s cock, the pace quick and hard, and you felt yourself trembling between them. Calum’s nipples dragged against yours, making something twist in your stomach, ready to snap and push you over the edge– and then Ashton quickly pulled out of you, making you clench around thin air as you felt your own wetness slide down your lips and thighs.

“No, no, please… please…” you started begging them, so close to your release, nails digging into Calum’s shoulders, lost in space and time as you couldn’t decide which way to move, where to push, who to ask for mercy.

It took only a second and you felt someone enter you again, strong hands on the back of your thighs as they kept you against their bodies. You soon realized it was Calum who finally took pity on you, quickly fucking up into you, cock filling your pussy perfectly with every thrust, lips mumbling messy, dirty words against your lips as he urged you to cum with him. You unconsciously squeezed around him, already too lost in the feeling to fight it anymore: the way his pelvis dragged against your clit, how he grabbed onto your ass, a fingertip teasing your puckered hole lightly – the moment your orgasm rushed over you you felt his chest rumble with a deep groan, cock pulsing inside you as he came, still working his hips against you to get the most of his own pleasure.

You heard a hissed ‘shit’ from behind you, your hazy mind picking up the wet sounds as Ashton kept himself on the edge, watching the two of you come together. Calum’s fingers tightened on your hips as he pulled out of you, helping you stay on your knees above him. He grabbed your ass again, pulling your cheeks apart and you felt yourself getting hot at the thought of how he was offering you up for your boyfriend, and you wiggled a little, letting him know you wanted it too.

Ashton muttered under his breath just like Calum a few minutes ago, words of ‘so hot’, ‘gorgeously fucked’ and ‘you like it messy, don’t you baby?’ filling your ears, and the only thing you were able to do was to whimper approvingly. You felt Ashton’s tip tease your clit, nudging it against your hole to catch the cum dripping out of you before rubbing it against the lace of your ruined panties, then in one slow, smooth thrust he was back inside you, cursing as your pussy wrapped around his cock.

“Come on baby, that’s it, give us one more,” he pulled out and pushed back into you, building up a pace you both like, one that always made you come quickly. “Do it sweetie, come on!”

Calum’s palm cradled your jaw as he pulled you in for a kiss, tongue massaging yours while his thumb dragged against your throat, just the slightest pressure on your neck. His other hand slid down your body, smoothing over your nipples and stomach before he pushed his fingers against your clit. He kept his fingers still, but that was still enough to push you over the edge – the way Ashton was pounding into you made your body jolt against Calum’s hand, the friction so perfect it made you see stars as you started cumming. Ash fucked you through your release, chest melting against your vest covered back before his body stiffened, teeth biting down on your neck as he finally reached his own orgasm. You felt his cum filling you up, hot and sticky and so so welcomed – it made you whine when he fucked into you a few more times and you felt him slip out of you.

You felt heavy and tired as your limbs gave out and you crashed against Calum’s chest who was readily waiting to catch you, holding your panting form closely, fitting your head under his chin. A second later a warm, wet cloth was running over your body, softly cleaning you up after your intense love making, and then Ashton joined you too, pulling you away from Cal until he could fit you between their bodies, legs and arms tangled together in a sweaty heap. You felt his forehead knock against yours, noses nuzzled together as he was finally able to kiss you, softly pressing his lips to yours, soothing and loving. Cal hummed happily behind you, his own lips on your ear and the back of your neck as he cuddled you, content in his own pleasure still buzzing through him.

“Missed you, sweets,” he mumbled, tugging on the blankets to pull them back around the three of you. “Thanks for the surprise.”

“Yeah, thanks for the surprise,” Ashton giggled quietly, voice full of excitement and love. “You have no idea how much we needed this. Needed you.”

“I can still feel it dripping out of me, just saying,” you whispered, trying to keep your own giggle at bay, but couldn’t help it anymore when you felt their fingers attack you, tickling your skin wherever they could reach you. “No, stop it!”

“Gonna need to bring you on tour with us from now on,” Calum sighed as his hand settled back around your waist. “You always have an attitude when we leave you alone for too long.”

“You just gotta fuck the attitude out of me again and again, huh?” you moved a little until you could push against both of them, a moan leaving your lips when you felt Ashton roll his hips into you again, his cock already hardening against your stomach.

“Don’t mind if we do, baby. Right, Cal?”

You felt the other boy groan, his own dick twitching against your ass.

“So fucking right.”

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The Killing Moon

Corey Cunningham x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, fear play, consensual non con, choking, knife play, stalking, mentions of murder, violence, Corey being sweet but also being a little murderous, etc

Authors note: At this point, this is a series I’m making. This kinda throws out more canon since it’s past Halloween by this point but you know what, that’s okay. Let Corey have his bad boy phase longer <3

You woke up to the sounds of birds outside your window, morning doves probably. You rubbed your eyes and say up in bed, stretching. You looked at your phone and realized in horror that if you didn’t get up in the next two minutes, you’d be late for meeting up with your friend group. You sighed and pulled yourself out of bed, grabbing the outfit you left out the night before. You checked the weather app and no surprise, you should probably take your coat. You walked into the living room and grabbed your big warm coat off of the coat rack hanging on your wall. You noticed Corey had left his jacket from the other night, making a mental note for him to come grab it when he could.

The night Corey had fucked you on your living room floor was on your mind constantly. Corey was such a sweetheart most of the time, so how did he manage to do all that? And how careful he was with an actual knife? You had no clue. It had been about a week since and you couldn’t help but wonder what would be planned next. God, why did this boy get you so worked up?

You drove down to the diner to meet up with your group of friends, all of which you had met in high school. You walked in and they all called you over, excited to see you after months of not hearing from each other. One friend of yours had a new boyfriend while one had a new job, and the other was married? It seemed like such a blur. Soon, they asked about your love life. You thanked heaven they had no idea who Corey was, and hadn’t heard about the incident that involved him. It would have been too long of a story. Instead, they all seemed happy you had met such a cute and sweet guy. Hell, your friend Veronica was gushing over the photos you showed them all. You pinched her shoulder, “back off, he’s mine.”

You and the group stayed for lunch before all departing separately, as pretty much everyone had work the next day. Except you, you only worked Thursday through Sunday, so Monday wasn’t as bad for you. You could enjoy tonight and tomorrow. You walked out to your car, carrying some leftover food with you. You wondered if you should save it for tomorrow, as tonight you had invited Corey over for dinner. You couldn’t cook nearly as much as he could, but could he make your amazing Alfredo? Absolutely not.

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you opened your car door. You looked around, wondering why, but saw nothing. You shrugged it off and hopped in, turning the car on before driving away.

Needless to say, you missed the masked man watching you leave the diner.

You pulled into your driveway and parked your car. You stepped out and shivered from the slight cold, and you again felt goosebumps on your neck and back. As if you were being watched. You look around the street, looking for any sign that someone was there. Doesn’t hurt to be cautious, you thought to yourself. Didn’t help that the police were finding bodies again, and that people suspected Michael Myers had made his return. Most of the murders were of teens or young adults, which pointed into that direction. You were more worried for Corey than yourself, as you had a car and him his motorcycle. But he had assured you many times that he would be fine, and that he could fight Michael and win. You smacked him in the arm for that one, scolding him for even thinking of such a thing.

You shivered again and went back inside, locking your door a little too fast. You made your way to the kitchen and opened the fridge, setting your leftovers inside. When you closed the fridge, you finally noticed a little note on it. You picked it up and opened it.

This is your heads up. I’d start running or hiding soon. Won’t matter which. But after dark, you’re not safe.

-Corey

It took your brain a minute to understand what he meant. Fuck, what was gonna happen this time? No windows were left open as far as you were aware, as Corey hadn’t come over yesterday due to work. Was this the reason you felt eyes on you earlier? He was following you? Didn’t he have work? You had a million questions you knew you wouldn’t get answers to.

You picked up your phone to try and text Corey, wondering if it was some joke. You had a feeling it wasn’t, but it didn’t hurt to try. While typing you failed to notice your door opened and closed.

After not getting a response for a moment, you sighed. He was fucking with you. He had to be. Corey was just trying to rile you up so he could pull something once he arrived for dinner. Shaking it off, you turned your tv on.

“We’ve gotten reports that yet another body has been discovered. The identity hasn’t been found yet but it appears to be another young female-“

You turned the tv off. Not what you wanted to hear right now. You hated that shit was starting up again in Haddonfield. You hadn’t been born yet when the original murders happened, but you remembered Halloween night in 2018. You yourself weren’t affected, but you remember watching the tv with a look of horror. Michael killed so many people that night and wasn’t even caught.

Then Halloween of 2019….that wasn’t a night you could forget easily. You were still just friends with Corey at the time, and had been at home watching a horror movie when you got a text from your mom. You thought it was some joke. Corey? Killing someone? That couldn’t be. And while you knew it was an accident, it was still horrible reading about it. But the worst part was how he was treated after. People looked at him as if he was a true murderer on the level of Michael Myers. That’s what they did to him: they made him their new Michael.

You stuck by his side throughout the years, flipping anyone who talked shit off. You had even almost gotten into a fight once or twice when someone said something really mean. It was Corey who had to tug you away, pleading with you to just take him home. You did, you always did, but you knew one of these days you’d snap and punch someone’s stupid face. You started dating Corey almost a year after what happened, which Corey hadn’t understood. The poor boy needed so much reassurance, and it took him a while to finally understand you were serious. And that you weren’t gonna leave him anytime soon. It was probably why he always held your hand tightly out in public: he didn’t want to lose you.

Lost in your thoughts, you felt yourself getting awfully tired. Was probably due to you staying up late and not getting much sleep. You grabbed the blanket from the other side of the couch, feeling like a quick nap. Quick, you thought, as you set an alarm for five. It was only two, so a three hour nap would surely help. You wrapped the blanket around you and fell asleep shortly after.

It was dark when you woke up, and your alarm hadn’t gone off. You didn’t remember shutting it off. Did you do it in your sleep? No matter, it was now eight and dark outside. You cursed yourself for sleeping that long, but you did feel a lot better. You had left the lights off in the house save for a small lamp near your door, as you had expected to be up before dark. Your kitchen light was also on. You made your way to the kitchen, considering what to make for dinner. As you were thinking, you noticed you had a knife missing from your knife block.

Your blood ran cold. The knife Corey had used previously in your escapades was his own, which he then left in the drawer by the sink. Why was your one butcher knife missing? You felt that chill down your neck again, freezing in place before slowly turning around.

In the darkness of the living room you could see a man wearing a mechanic suit covered in grime. He wore an old white mask that you knew from reports all too well. The bloodied knife in his hand was the second thing you noticed.

Michael Myers was in your house.

You grabbed a knife from your knife block, holding it up in front of you protectively as you slowly backed up towards your back door. The figure tilted his head at you curiously, as if surprised by your actions. Your hand grabbed the doorknob of the door and turned it, opening it quickly. Realizing you were trying to escape, the man began to walk towards you slowly. You ran out the back door and into your backyard. Not the smartest move, you thought to yourself as you searched in the dark for your side yard gate. Thankfully, the motion sensor lights kicked on and you spotted it. When you reached the gate, you struggled to open it. It was as it something had jammed it to keep it shut.

You felt hands grab at your from behind, causing you to scream loudly. One hand grabbed at the knife you held and threw it somewhere in the dark. You kicked back at the figure, stumbling him a bit. You tried to run back towards your door but the figure lunged again, pulling you to the ground. Your motion sensor light went off again as the figure pinned you to the floor, knife towards your throat.

This was it, you thought quietly. You were going to become another victim of the boogeyman of Haddonfield. You turned to the side and closed your eyes, waiting for death to come.

It didn’t, however. Instead, the figure simply stared at you, taking in your appearance. It was then you finally remembered Corey’s note from earlier. You used your free hand to slap the figure right in the head, hearing a familiar “ow.” “Corey Cunningham!” you scolded. You heard a chuckle from the mask, and your boyfriend pulled it off of his face as he peered down at you. You glared up at him, “now why on earth did you think this was funny?” “I didn’t,” he replied, “but I did leave a note this time.” You scoffed, “a note.” He sighed, “I don’t wanna break the immersion, baby. I’m sorry.” You stared up at his big brown eyes that said enough: he was sorry, but also incredibly horny. “Maybe next time, give a verbal heads up? Like a: hey babe I’m gonna dress up as a serial killer and then fuck you,” you suggested, earning a loud laugh from Corey. “I am NOT going to say that,” he said through giggles. You grinned, “also, what’s with the fake blood? Looks almost real.” His eyes seemed to darken, “oh it is real.” You snorted, “okay Michael Myers. What about the mask? Where’d you get it, Amazon?” He shook his head, “I took it from him.”

Well, what the fuck?

“Uh, okay,” you said, confused as to what game Corey was playing. He seemed to sense your confusion, “I took the mask from the old man himself. Barely put up a fight, even.” Your boyfriend had a wild grin on his face that kind of scared you, but also made you crave him more. “You fought Michael Myers and won? I’ll believe that when pigs fly,” you teased. He frowned, “but I did, baby. I went into the sewers and took the damn thing right off of him. He has no power on this town anymore. That power…is now mine.”

Was this part of the scene? you wondered to yourself, or did this idiot actually fight Michael Myers? You smirked up at him, “so you’re saying you’re the new boogeyman or something? But instead of killing people, you just scare the shit out of your girlfriend?” He tensed at that, “I guess you could say that.” Corey’s dark brown eyes stared down at you, as if looking through you. “I can protect you now,” he said seriously, “from all those assholes who bully you. You don’t have to worry about them anymore.”

It wasn’t a lie, you were often bullied or harassed due to your relationship with Corey. It didn’t phase you at all, but you knew he worried about you a lot. You shook your head, “Core, don’t tell me you’re gonna start fighting people now.” He grinned, “or killing them.” “Not funny!” you slapped him in the arm. The knife was back up to your throat after you hit him, “but what if I did? Hmm? What if the next guy who says too much to you gets his throat slit? Or the next girl who thinks she’s prettier than you, and calls you names? What if she doesn’t get to wake up the next morning, because someone finally had enough of her?” “Corey,” you warned, “don’t say shit like that.” He heard the serious tone of your voice and mumbled, “okay I’ll tone it down.” You snorted again, thankful your boyfriend knew as when to back it up a bit.

Instead, Corey went back to looking down at you, getting back into the scene. “Such a pretty little thing,” he whispered, “but you can’t escape me, baby. You never can. I’ll always catch you. And I’ll always make sure you know who you belong to.” You shivered, again wondering where all of this confidence and talk came from. He began to tug your shirt off, marveling at your lack of a bra. “So beautiful,” he whispered, a genuine smile on his face. Corey reached out and groped at your breasts, causing you to moan quietly.

That got him impatient, as he reached one hand down to undo your pants, still holding the knife up to your throat. He wondered how you would look covered in blood. Not yours, of course. Corey could never hurt you, not enough to break skin even. But he wondered if maybe he shouldn’t clean up the next time he visits….

He rubbed you against your underwear, grinning as he felt your wetness. “Such a naughty girl,” he taunted, “this worked up already? Something tells me you like the things I say more than you let on.” Corey pushed aside your panties and wasted no time thrusting a finger in, making you whine out for him. “But I meant what I said,” he continued, “I’m gonna make sure no one ever hurts you. Or tries anything with you. Because you belong to me, right?” Another finger thrusted into you as you whined out an agreement. Corey’s grin only widened, “good. Because you’re mine, and only mine. No one’s gonna take you from me. And if they try?” He leaned down and whispered into your ear, “I’ll kill them myself.” He felt you tighten around his fingers, getting his answer. “I knew it, I knew you liked hearing that,” he said as he sped up his fingers, his thumb rubbing your clit frantically, “and I’ll fucking do it. I’ll kill any guy that flirts with you, or even looks at you wrong. They don’t get to mess with my girl or me anymore.” You whimpered, “I’m gonna cum.” Corey smirked, “yeah baby? You gonna cum on my fingers like a good little girl? That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum on my fingers. Let the whole neighborhood hear who owns you.” You came with a cry of his name, bucking wildly underneath him. It boosted his ego every time he made you cum. Corey took pride in being the one who got you this way.

His fingers slipped out of you, and he brought them up to his mouth to have a taste. “You taste sweeter than anything, baby,” he said. You blushed as you watched him lick at his own fingers. Corey moved himself against you, and you could feel how hard he was through his mechanic suit. You reached out a hand and grasped him gently through them, causing your boyfriend to let out a surprised moan. “Fuck, baby,” he whispered, “I need to be in you right now.” Corey unzipped his suit and pulled off his boxers, his hard cock hovering just above you. He pumped himself a few times with a whimper before he thrusted himself into you. “Fuck baby, fuck,” he groaned, “I’ll never get over how tight you are.” You could only whine in response, making him grin again.

“Already out of it? Poor thing, we’ve just started,” he said as he thrusted back into you harshly. You tried to say something, but it only came out as a whimper. Corey grinned down at you, one hand on your throat while the other gripped your hip tightly. You knew there would be another dark bruise there tomorrow. Not to mention more finger marks around your neck.

Corey leaned down to whisper in your ear again, “I really do love this, you know. Having you all cute like this, spread out under me?” He let go of your neck to grab the knife again, bringing it back up to your throat, “does it excite you knowing how easily I handle this? That I could easily just cut that pretty little throat of yours? But don’t worry, I won’t. That is only reserved for those who deserve it.” You squirmed underneath him, which only spurred him on. “No one will ever bother you again sweetheart. Wanna know why? Because I’ll kill them if they do. And then I’ll come home to my pretty girl, and fuck her while still wearing my bloody clothes,” he growled. “Co-Corey,” you whined, no longer denying that his words got to you. He brought down his hand from your hip to your clit, rubbing in just the way you liked. “You’re mine. You hear me? Mine,” he growled, “aren’t you? Say that you’re mine.” You nodded, whining out a small yes as best as you could. The pressure that had been on your throat and the way you were being fucked had worn out your vocal cords.

Corey fucking loved it. “That’s right,” he continued, “you’re all mine. My pretty girl. No one’s gonna take you away from me. If they do, I’ll-I’ll fucking slit their throat. Slam them into something…I don’t know. I’ll ju-just kill them for even thinking they could have you. Because they can’t. You’re mine.” His fingers sped up even faster, desperate to get you to cum before he did. It always worked too, as you could feel your orgasm approaching quickly. “I’m gonna….I’m gonna,” you rasped. Corey threw the knife back down opting to instead grab your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Yeah baby? You gonna cum? Do it. You always look so cute coming undone for me. That’s it, that’s it,” he urged, “cum for me sweetheart. I need you to cum for me.” With his urging, you bucked against him a couple more times before coming undone with a sob of his name. Corey whimpered out as he felt you tighten around him, “oh fuck baby, oh fuck. You feel so good, so good for me. I’m so proud of you, I love you, I-“ He came with a whine of your name, hands grasping at your hips as he overstimulated himself inside you. He slowly stopped thrusting and slid out of you, looking exhausted.

“Wow,” was all you could say, completely out of breath and partially wondering what the fuck just happened. Corey nodded, also out of breath. Instead, he reached around to pull you close to him, being the cuddly man he was. You smiled and leaned into his chest, knowing you would fall asleep soon. And fall asleep you did. But not before you said “I love you too.”

Corey soon joined you, content that you were his no matter what. That you loved him back.

And that feeling was so much better than the one he had when he murdered that woman earlier.

[slasherhaven]

Slashers reaction to the reader referring to them as their boyfriend/partner to other people for the first time?

The Slashers reacting to their S/O referring to them as their Boyfriend/Girlfriend to other people for the first time:

Thomas Hewitt

It was no secret that you and Tommy were together, always by each other’s side, acting lovesick. 

Luda May wasn’t shy about voicing your relationship, already referring to you as Thomas’ partner and to Thomas as your boyfriend, she already had her mind set on a future of weddings and grandbabies. 

Her talk had always made the two of you flustered and embarrassed, neither of you really confirming her claims of your relationship.

You had been down at the gas station with Luda May and Thomas, she had asked Thomas to come to help move some crates and you had already been there to help her watch the place.

A group of travellers had pulled in, getting some gas and stocking up on snacks.

Being a friendly and trustworthy face, you were sent out to greet them and ask if they needed assistance. Thomas had been lifting another crate and had looked over to you, always protective over you, especially when it came to strangers. Eventually one of the men had commented on Tommy’s staring as he worked, scoffing to himself.

“Oh, that’s Tommy, my boyfriend. He’s just a little protective, you never know the type you might run into ‘round here” you reassured them with a smile, fully knowing that it was the Hewitt family that nobody wanted to run into around here.

Of course, Thomas overheard you, and your declaration instantly made him blush, quickly busying himself with his work again.

He’s overjoyed though, hearing you refer to him as your boyfriend, sounding so proud of him, he loved you so much and each day you convinced him that you felt the same. He also likes that these strangers know that you’re together.

Michael Myers

You were seeing some friends and Michael had gotten bored, heading out to find you and continue with his usual stalker shenanigans since he seems to enjoy stalking you when he’s bored and you’ve left him at home. He saw you talking to some of your friends, you were saying goodbye.

They had tried to get you to stay a little longer but you had smiled, telling them that you had to get home to your boyfriend. Of course they had demanded to finally meet this mysterious boyfriend but you shook your head at them before heading home, where Michael would already be when you arrived.

So, you had been referring to him as your boyfriend to your friends for a little while...he isn’t going to bring it up, he’ll act like he never heard it, like he was at home this whole time.

He won’t say anything but he ponders it for a moment, if that’s how you want to refer to him...he’s more than okay with that. Maybe more okay with it than he would admit to himself.

Jason Voorhees

You had gone on a walk through the woods and had wandered into the old camp. You hadn’t been aware of intruders but accidently stumbled upon a group of trespassers who had just arrived and where getting bags out of their car.

The group had turned to you, surprised but friendly. You, on the other hand, panicked a little, knowing you shouldn’t interact with them too much. Jason would be coming to deal with them some time soon. 

“Uh sorry...I was just looking for my boyfriend...bye!” you practically ran off, back towards the cabin, knowing that Jason would want you to be somewhere safe and out of the way. 

Jason had seen it all from his hidden spot in the trees. At first he had been worried when you stumbled upon the group, worried that you would get hurt or something.

But his heart fluttered when he heard you referring to him as your boyfriend, liking the way it sounded and how it made him feel.

You had been staying with him for a while now and the two of you had become close, certainly entering a more romantic relationship. But that was the first time you had used the title, and you had done so with so much ease.

Yes, he was your boyfriend, and he adored you.

Brahms Heelshire

You and Brahms were certainly dating, at least he definitely thought so and believed that you did too.

The delivery boy had come with your most recent grocery delivery, and you had answered the door. 

The two of you were chatting for a while, slowly irritating Brahms, who was sure that the delivery boy had a thing for you.

You had never really thought the delivery boy liked you but he was getting friendlier lately and you knew how much it bothered Brahms, so you had just casually slipped in some talk about your boyfriend (not mentioning Brahms’ name of course), just to get the point across to both of them.

The delivery boy had always been friendly and that had always made Brahms a little jealous but now that the man knows that you have a boyfriend, Brahms feel more confident that he won’t try anything and it makes him just a little less jealous.

Brahms is looking pretty smug when you close the front door and he comes to greet you, you barely have the chance to roll your eyes at him before he’s pulling you into a kiss. 

You can’t help but smile fondly at how proud and happy he seems with his new title.

Bo Sinclair

You and Bo had been getting closer, what you had definitely wasn’t ‘casual’ but neither of you had really talked about it. Bo didn’t like talking about that kind of stuff and you didn’t want to bring it up and put him in a bad mood. 

It was fine...until a group of visitors arrived in Ambrose.

It wouldn’t be the first time that a woman had flirted with Bo and he had allowed it, even flirted back to lull the strangers into a false sense of security. This would be the first time it made you jealous and you had every right to feel that way.

The flirtatious woman had laid it on fairly thick, Bo had only chuckled but hadn’t really returned the flirtations. You appreciated that but you still wished he would just tell her to stop or be a little less encouraging. You understood, you just didn’t like it.

Bo was looking at their car while you went to tell the group what was going on, telling them that ‘your boyfriend was just checking their car and should be done soon, he’s very good at his job’. You saw how the woman pulled a face at that, which satisfied you at least a little.

Bo had already been on his way over and had overheard how you had referred to him, making him smirk to him, both because of the title but also because of your jealousy. 

Now, he just had to mess with you.

He walked over, announcing that their car needed a new fan-belt as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his side.

You knew that he was being extra obvious in front of the woman, probably more to mess with you than anything, and you knew that he was going to tease you for this later on...but at least he was showing off your relationship in front of these strangers.

Vincent Sinclair 

When visitors to Ambrose came by, Vincent would watch from a distance (especially when it came to you, just to make sure you were safe). 

He’d listen to conversation he could catch, and he was currently listening to you speaking with the group about their car that they needed help with.

“Sure, I’ll just get my boyfriend, Vincent, to go pick up your car” you told the group politely with a smile.

Vincent was taken back by how you referred to him as your boyfriend, and how you did it so causally. He wondered if you knew he was listening, that he could hear you.

Obviously the two of you had gotten very close as of late, sharing more than a couple romantic moments, but you had never brought up the topic.

It’s fair to say that Vincent is a little flustered when he next sees you but you had truly made his day, made his week even.

Lester Sinclair

You were in Ambrose when a pair of strangers walked into the garage, telling you that their car broke down and some guy gave them a lift into down, saying that his brother owned the garage. 

“I’m guessing it was my boyfriend who gave you a ride” you chuckled fondly, obviously knowing that it was Lester but keeping up some sort of act. 

“Yeah, he did” Lester beamed proudly as he walked into the garage behind the pair. 

You blushed a little, getting a little flustered by getting caught referring to him as your boyfriend, not that he seemed to mind.

When he heard the way you referred to him, it just put a huge smile on his face. He kind of knew that he was your boyfriend but this was the first time you had actually said it.

He greeted you warmly, pulling you into a hug and kissing your cheek, still beaming. It was sweet really. If Bo had seen, he probably would have gagged.

Bubba Sawyer

The brothers had been bickering and arguing, which was nothing new. Of course, you had started to defend Bubba, since he was pretty unconfrontational.

Drayton had scoffed and complained about you defending Bubba. 

You had just responded with “well, he is my boyfriend”, without even thinking about it.

Nobody else (other than Bubba) was surprised by the word ‘boyfriend’. Just rolling their eyes at you and continuing with their bickering.

Bubba had the biggest smile on his face.

He accepts his new position as your boyfriend instantly. Yes, he is your boyfriend and he loves you so much.

He just gets a little giddy and wants to give and receive a lot of affection from you after that.

Billy Lenz 

You had been on the phone with a friend. They had invited you out for the evening but you had politely declined, telling them that you were spending the night in with your boyfriend.

Of course, Billy had been listening in on the conversation, and as soon as you referred to him as your boyfriend he was grinning like an idiot.

It was more than obvious that the two of you were in fact dating, you just hadn’t put a name on it and Billy hadn’t really thought to do so. He felt like you had just made the relationship official, but he was more giddy at the thought of other people knowing that he was your boyfriend, that you would talk about him so fondly to your friends.

As soon as you put the phone down, Billy is on you, wrapping you up in his embrace, making you giggle as you returned the gesture, wondering what had gotten into him.

“I’m your boyfriend” he stated proudly, grinning from ear to ear before peppering your face with kisses, making you giggle again.

“Yes you are” you agreed fondly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

You were at Asa’s home when you got a phone call from a friend, asking if you wanted to hang out that evening but you already had plans with Asa. And that’s what you told them.

“Sorry, I’m spending the evening with my boyfriend” you told them, smiling when they complained about not having met your boyfriend yet.

As soon as you hung up, Asa appeared next to you, holding out a drink for you. You couldn’t help but get a little flustered, knowing he had heard and also knowing that you hadn’t really defined your relationship like that yet.

“You could have told me” was all he really responded with as he sat down beside you. Clearly not minding the way you referred to him.

Asa isn’t an idiot, he knew that’s where your relationship was, he just hadn’t brought up the conversation yet. Now it seemed like it didn’t have too, and that was good to know.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

You had decided to visit Jesse at his office, which he had told you that you could do whenever you pleased. When you arrive and were asking for him and the location of his office, you were met by a woman who seemed pretty hostile about your presence.

You definitely didn’t want to cause any trouble at Jesse’s work but she was being rude and you were getting tired, you just wanted to visit Jesse for lunch. 

“Look, I’m just here to visit my boyfriend, I’ll just call him and let him know I’m here” you sighed, about to give up as you pulled your phone out of your pocket.

Luckily, Jesse had just been passing through the reception and had witnessed the end of your conversation. Smirking to himself when you referred to him as your boyfriend.

He approached before you could unlock your phone, tucking it away again as you smiled up at him. 

Jesse nods to the woman, placing a hand on your back before guiding you up to his office.

Once you’re alone, he will playfully question you about how you had referred to him. After messing with you a bit and making you a little flustered, he reassures you that it’s perfectly fine. He is happy to call himself your boyfriend and to call you his partner.

From then on, everyone knows who you are and that Jesse is your boyfriend. You won’t be stopped or questioned again, don’t worry.

Otis Driftwood

You and Otis had gone to a nearby bar together, just to get out of the house and have a little fun. You had wandered over to the bar without him and when Otis looked over, he saw some guy flirting with you.

Jealousy and protectiveness (maybe some possessiveness) had Otis marching over to the two of you. 

“Uh, yeah sorry, I have a boyfriend” he heard you tell the man, shifting away from him in discomfort. You glanced around and relaxed when you saw Otis approaching. “There he is!” you smiled brightly, you were quick to push yourself away from the bar and meet Otis.

He instantly wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him, protectively and possessively as he glared the man down.

Damn right, he’s your boyfriend. And he’ll make sure everyone here knows it.

You had never actually called him that before, never actually made whatever the two of you had official. But now you had, that’s all he had to know.

Baby Firefly

You and Baby had gone out to a bar to have a few drinks and probably cause some trouble. She was dancing even though nobody else was, just her, having a great time, as you watched on adoringly.

Some guy and come up beside you and asked who she was. 

With a grin, you had proudly exclaimed “that’s my girlfriend!” 

Of course, Baby had heard you and smiled about it to herself.

Once she finished dancing, she returned to you and the same guy moved closer, introducing himself to her and asking for her to introduce herself in return. 

“I’m their fucking girlfriend” Baby stated proudly with a grin of her own, wrapping her arms around you as if to get her point across even more.

Yautja (Predator)

Of course introducing your family or your friends to your current partner (or ‘mate’, as he would call you) wasn’t really an option at the moment. But you had mentioned that you were seeing someone.

You were on the phone to a friend when they started asking about this mysterious person you had been seeing.

So, finally you told them to give your boyfriend some privacy, the two of you laughing before ending the call.

He had been referring to you as his mate for a while now and you assumed that was the same level, if not even more serious, than the title of boyfriend, so you figured it was okay.

And your mate thought so too. He knew what ‘boyfriend’ meant since you explained human dating to him, so when he heard, he knew what you meant and it just filled him with pride, knowing that you definitely felt the same as him.

[getsojaded]

part iv: non-refundable || calum hood

word count: 3.9k+

warnings: barely anything prolly just swearing

a/n: <3 enjoy

—

The trip was now only a single day away from happening, and Calum and Y/N hadn’t talked much since he had spent the night at her house after Michael’s. Y/N didn’t remember much from that night, having to be reminded of her poor decisions after waking up to Calum’s arm snaked around her waist, with soft snores leaving his mouth. She felt a source of warmth – comfort even – but before she could catch herself smiling at the scene, she abruptly jumped out of the bed, accidentally waking him up. He was out of the door within ten minutes, with her throwing apologies left and right for bothering him and disturbing his peace. Calum constantly reassured her that there was nothing to be sorry for, before leaving her house.

“What if I fall in love with him again?” Y/N asks Gabriella, sitting next to her in the massage chair. “You don’t need to fall in love with him again, you still are,” She simply states, as she’s choosing a polish colour for her toes. “Gab, I’m so scared. I have no idea what to expect from this getaway and what if it’s so awkward the whole time and-“

“Y/N, calm down. I booked us the salon so you could relax before you head off. Everything will be okay, it’s just Calum. You knew him before and you still know him now. You’re going to be fine.” 

She pauses for a minute at Gabriella’s words. Does she still know him? Has anything changed about him? Like the way he likes his coffee, what times he takes Duke out for walks, his go-to clothing stores, his-

“Miss, you’re phone’s ringing,” Y/N’s thoughts are cut off by the sweet lady pointing out her vibrating phone. Y/N gives her a quick thank you, before picking up her phone to register the contact calling. cal <3.

“So much for relaxing,” She sighs, before picking up the phone. “Hi Calum.” “Hey Y/N, just wanted to know what the plan was for tomorrow. Do we meet at the airport, meet at one of your houses, or?”

“Uh, you live closer to the airport, right? I’ll get Gab to drive me there.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

“Bye Cal-, Calum. See you tomorrow.” And with that, the line goes dead.

“Nice nickname catch.” Gab giggles, and if she was in reaching distance from Y/N, she would’ve shoved her lightly. “So you need me to drive to Cal’s tomorrow morning?” 

“Yes please.”

“Anything to assist in Operation: Make Calum Y/N’s.”

“Oh fuck off.”

—

Y/N didn’t get much sleep that night. She’d spend her night laying in bed, tossing and turning from thinking too much, get up from her bed and double check her luggage, and lay back down. She did that from 10:30 P.M to 3 A.M, unfortunately only falling asleep two hours before her alarm was supposed to ring. 

Waking up for her wasn’t too easy. She stayed in bed for another twenty minutes, now only giving her another twenty five to get ready as she aimed to leave her house at 5:45

Which also didn’t give her enough time to double check her bags for the tenth time, whispering a good “fuck it” before heading downstairs, coming to see her bestfriend with a cup of water in her hand, looking much more awake than she did. “Morning sunshine, you excited?” She asked, putting on her shoes and unlocking their front door. 

“You could say that,” Y/N groggily responded, lazily pulling her suitcase beside her as they made their way to Gabriella’s car. “Take it easy, okay? Just remember you’re there to have a good time. To get away for a little bit. Don’t be tense. Calum’s still Calum, and you’re still you. It’ll be alright.” Gabriella gives you those reassuring words as she starts the car. Y/N gives her a slight nod, promising to Gab, along with herself, to just unclench her jaw, be her own person, and have fun ; because that’s what’s truly important.

However, she couldn’t help but wonder what Calum’s intentions were for this vacation. Did he plan on outright ignoring her this whole time? Did he want to go clubbing every night and find some hot chick to hit up whenever he has a show in each city? Did he wanna find some inspiration and write some songs? No? There couldn’t be – he was on break with the band and wouldn’t want to feel pressured to do work there.

But before Y/N’s thoughts could continue any further, the drive to Calum’s place had come to an end. As the two girls got out of the car and unloaded it, Y/N shot Calum a quick text, simply stating that she was outside. 

“Have a safe flight, okay? I’ll see you later,” Gabriella says, pulling her into a tight hug. “I will, don’t miss me too much,” She lightly responds, giggling. “Text me everyday, alright? Give me updates on everything. And remember what I said earlier.” 

Don’t be tense. Calum’s still Calum, and you’re still you. It’ll be alright.

“I will, okay?” Y/N says, as they both hear the door unlock, revealing the one and only, dressed in black sweatpants and a navy hoodie, looking extremely comfy, as he held up his little dog, who also looks like he just woke up. “Get home safe, I’ll see you in two weeks!” She pulls away from the hug, allowing Gab to get back into the car.

“Text me when you land! Have fun, you two!” Gab exclaims from her car out the passenger window, earning a smile and a thumbs up from Calum. Calum makes his way up to Y/N with his luggage, setting Duke down and letting him walk around for a bit. 

“Look Duke, it’s Mama! Go say hi.” The little fluffball that Y/N missed so dearly runs up to her, tail wagging and tongue out. “Duke!” She exclaims, picking up and rocking him back and forth in her arms, giving him kisses all over his fur. “I’ve missed you, buddy.” 

Y/N meets Calum halfway, greeting one another with soft smiles and a side hug. “Morning, Cal.” 

“G’morning, you ready to go?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” 

“Perfect. Ash is like two minutes away, he’s gonna drop us off, bring Duke back home and house sit for the time being.”

“Sounds good.”

It’s awkward, there’s no denying it. There’s tension and they’re confused. Confused as to why they are struggling to find basic words to speak — they’ve never been in the position of not knowing to what to say to each other, and it’s weird. Unusual. Unnatural. 

Calum can’t ignore the pounding heart in his chest. As he watches the girl in front of him with her hair tied back and tired eyes, rock Duke back and forth as he plants kisses all over her face, he can’t help but remember the sweet memories of being able to witness that everyday. Duke loved her. Y/N loved him. Calum loved the both of them with everything in his heart. When she left, not only did Calum feel the void in his life, but his dog felt it too. And neither of them liked it whatsoever. 

Before Y/N can notice that Calum’s eyes were resting on her and Duke for a little longer than expected, Ashton rolls up in his car with the windows down. “Good morning lovebirds! Ready to go?”

“Shut the fuck up man.”

—

Checking in was fairly easy. Not overcrowded, no lineups for TSA and no overweight luggage, which Calum was pleasantly surprised to hear, because he expected that from Y/N. All they had to do now was wait until their plane was ready for boarding.

Sat beside each other, Calum glanced at Y/N’s phone, who was currently writing on her Notes app. “What’s that?” He asked her, pointing to her phone. “Oh, it’s nothing,” She sheepishly smiles in response. “I just did some research on what to do when we get there so I’ve been jotting down a bunch of good restaurants, nightclubs, hiking trails and all that.” 

He's unable to control the smile that forms on his face while she switches between her Safari and Notes tab, doing as much research as she can. “Always admired that ‘bout you. Always knowing what to do.” He simply stated. “Cause you never knew what to do!” She responded, causing the both of them to let out a chuckle. 

“You can’t lie, some surprise date ideas I had were pretty fuckin’ fire. You were pretty impressed by them, especially that rooftop dinner one for our one year?”

Y/N rolls her eyes at his statement but feels an immense amount of warmth from the memory of them two, getting wine drunk and enjoying some Alfredo pasta. “Didn’t you get Luke to help you out with that?” She asks him with a smirk on her face. Calum’s smile falls and turns into a pout, “I did most of the work!” 

“I know you did, I’m just teasing,” She responds, going back to her notes full of things to do, food to eat, and places to visit. “When we land, would you rather try this barbecue place or this ramen place? I think we land sometime around eleven, so maybe ramen would be a better dinner, cause it’ll be colder by the time we get there. But both restaurants close pretty late, so whatever’s up to yo-“

“Love, we have fourteen hours to decide that. Don’t get so worked up, we’ll talk about it when we land.” Calum cuts her off, placing a finger on her lip to keep her from speaking anymore. Y/N nods quickly, pretending to lock her lips and throw away the key, somewhere in that airport. 

The silence at six in the morning was fairly peaceful, enjoying the quiet due to the lack of commotion. Calum feels as if he could fall asleep right at this moment. He hesitantly shuffles closer towards Y/N, and rests his chin on her shoulder, closing his eyes. He hopes he’s not overstepping and making her uncomfortable. But from the way she moves her hand to fluff his hair up a little, he thinks his question is answered. 

“You tired?” She softly asks, looking down at the man with big, puffy, brown eyes. “‘Course I am. Too early for this.” He yawns. She lets out a soft giggle, responding with, “I had always thought you were more of a morning person than I am.” 

“I mean at one point I was, but things have changed. Can barely get up past eleven on my free days.” He whispers. “Yeah you’re right, things have changed…” She trails off, zoning out into the blue carpet beneath her. “Like what?” He asks. 

“I wake up at five am to get ready for work now.” Y/N simply states, causing Calum to get up from his position on her shoulder and look at her with wide eyes. “Why?!” He asks in shock. “Transferred locations, I work in Downtown now instead of in the plaza near my house. It sucks, but I get paid more, so it's kind of worth it.” 

“Never thought you could be capable of that.”

“Trust me, it wasn’t easy at first.” 

Silence. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but silence is the last thing they’re used to when it comes to each other. They used to go for hours and hours speaking, laughing, and everything in between. They definitely had worries about the awkward aspect of this vacation, but now that they’re now — actually — in the position, it’s biting them both. And now, Y/N can feel her shoulders tense up and Calum can feel his jaw tighten. 

“Are you scared?” Calum asks her. He knows it’s a difficult conversation to have, but it’s either now or never. He doesn’t want to have to spend half the time in Japan worrying about it. 

“Of what?” Y/N replies, already half knowing what the boy beside her is talking about. “You know what.”

“Do you want me to answer that honestly?” 

He looks at her with a confused expression. “What kind of question is that? Of course I do.” 

Here she goes. 

“Yeah, I’m scared. I’m scared and I’m terrified and I’m nervous. I lowkey feel like my head is about to explode and I literally keep feeling like I need to pee when I really don’t,” She rambles, running her fingers through her head and groaning. “I’m like, not the only one that feels this way too, right?” 

Calum laughs lightly at her nervous rambling. “No, you’re not. Shit has been messing with my head ever since I woke up this morning. Ever since I found out we had no other choice to go together, actually. I feel so scared, but like, not in a paranoid way. More of like, in an I’m gonna shit myself’ way. Do you get it?” 

“Yes, and no…? What the fuck kind of example was that?” Y/N laughs, resulting in Calum giving her a light shove. “Well, what are you scared of?”

“You go first.” 

“No, I asked you first.”

“Actually Y/N, I asked you first which is why this conversation even started. Now answer.”

“Well.. before these last couple of weeks, the last time I’d properly seen you was when we… you know. And we both know it wasn’t on the best of terms. We kind of just.. left it at what it was. Which I do regret. And now we’re here, having to go on this trip that we forgot about and couldn’t find a solution for. I’d be lying if I said that I was ecstatic to be here, but I’d also be lying if I said that this was the worst possible thing to ever happen to me. I just, don’t wanna spend this vacation with a bunch of tension between us and feeling like you hate me. We’ve pushed aside whatever’s happened between us for the brief times we’ve been around each other, but now it’s just us. We’re kind of forced to face it. And I guess I was scared of talking about it as well? I was scared about how you feel towards me. For a good chunk of time, I thought you hated me. And I don’t know, I’m not the best with confrontation, and I know you’re not one to put your feelings out on the line without hesitation. So..” 

He nods at her slowly, taking the time to process everything that she’s said. Yeah, she did end up rambling just a little bit, but he understands. It makes sense to him, and he feels the same way. Y/N notices the silence from Calum, which gets her just a little bit nervous, “Oh no. Did I fuck vacay up before it even started?” 

Calum’s head snaps up towards her, shaking his head to reassure her. “No, no, no. I was just taking it all in. You didn’t fuck anything up. I feel the same way. I was scared you’d want nothing to do with me, and I was honestly surprised at the kindness you’ve been treating me with. We’re not good at talking about this kind of shit, I know. But I want to make this trip as laid back as possible.” Y/N nods, urging him to continue. “If you want to talk about.. that night, we can. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. I just want us to be on the same page for the next two and a half weeks. I’m still me, and you’re still you. It’s just us. We know us. I know things aren’t the same as they were before, but at the end of the day, you’re Y/N and I’m Calum. And we get along. For the most part at least.” He jokes at the end, earning a soft laugh from her. 

“Yeah, for the most part,” She responds, flashing him a tired smile. “Would you rather talk about it now, or later? Also could be never, it’s up to you.” 

“What do you want?” He asks, Y/N shaking her head in response.

“No, what do you want?” 

“Don’t do this.” 

“That’s exactly what I’m doing.” 

“But-“ 

“Good morning, passengers. This is the boarding announcement for Flight 1120 to Tokyo, Japan. We are now inviting passengers to begin boarding at this time. We kindly ask that you have your boarding pass and identification ready. Last boarding call will begin in approximately fifteen minutes. Thank you!”

“I guess it can wait, just a little longer then,” Calum says, silently thanking the universe for the time collision. He wasn’t ready to tell her the truth, not just yet. He gets up from his seat, brushes off his pants and extends his arm out. “Ready to go, Miss Y/N?” 

She gladly takes his hand, with her luggage in the other, getting up from her seat as well. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Mr. Calum.” 

—

“Miss Y/N, since we’ve landed, have you decided between that ramen or barbecue place you were contemplating on back in LA?” 

Eleven hours, a solid nap, and a missed meal later, the pair had finally arrived in the heart of Tokyo. The plane ride went decently well, to say the least. Turbulence had slightly frightened Y/N, resulting in her having to clutch onto Calum’s arm as they took off. She ended up falling asleep with her hands still wrapped around his forearm, her head falling onto his shoulder. Before Calum could even process the nature of the situation, he had knocked out as well. Which led them to missing out on the food that was being passed around.

“Hmm.. I’m gonna have to go with ramen. It’s closer, and I’m starving.” Y/N responds, rubbing her tummy. “Ramen it is,” Calum laughs, mimicking her actions. “Do we need to call a taxi? Or is it walking distance?”

Y/N takes out her phone and quickly opens Google Maps, holding it out and trying to match the direction they were supposed to walk. “Seven minute walk. You ready?” She asks. 

“Lead the way, Miss Aux Cord.”

It’s a comfortable temperature at 11 P.M. in Tokyo. It’s warm, but cold enough to wear sweatpants and a hoodie without sweating. Which was pretty lucky for Y/N, Calum, and their sweatsuits.

Calum swears the stars shine brighter here than they do in Los Angeles. He can’t help but admire the numerous small bright dots in the sky, looking up for a brief moment every few seconds. 

Calum has to stop himself from wrapping his arms around Y/N’s body, looking away from her every time he gets the sudden urge. He’s so used to being able to touch her without any worry. Grabbing her hand while they're walking, coming up from behind and grabbing her waist while she’s making breakfast, and sticking an arm out half asleep, reaching for her body to pull her closer. It’s so natural for him, and it had been that way for the past three years of his life. And it took him some time to adjust to the lack of Y/N that was now his new normal. He got used to it, eventually, but that doesn’t mean he wanted to. 

He squeezes his eyes shut in an attempt to get rid of his feelings, but it fails to work. He looks at her, and feels the same butterflies he had in his stomach from five years ago, as if nothing has changed. He hopes he can manage his feelings for two and a half weeks. He told himself so, so many times before: Do not let things get complicated due to you not knowing how to love. Easier said than done, however. As he takes one too many glances at the woman beside him, he comes to the realization that this trip is going to be one hell of a challenge. And that she’s the golden prize.

Y/N eyes linger around the main street the two of them were currently walking on, eyeing the neon signs and different vehicles driving on the road. She takes a mental snapshot of places she hadn’t seen while doing her research, noting to try and hit those places during their time here. She doesn’t notice the way he keeps looking at her, with that bittersweet, yet lovestruck expression. She doesn’t notice the way his fists ball up to prevent himself from reaching out for her. And, of course she doesn’t notice the outrageous pounding in his chest, unaware of the effect that she still has on the boy right beside her.

It’s nice, though. It’s really nice, actually. Despite their long plane ride resulting in tired bodies, they’re feeling good. They feel comfortable — as comfortable as exes that end on not-so-good terms can get. But their conversation back in the Los Angeles airport is still unfinished. Y/N’s not ready to own up to her feelings, and Calum’s not ready to bring up the conversation himself. 

So they sit across from each other, sipping and slurping their ramen noodles and broth, trying to think of anything, absolutely anything, to talk about. Anything but their feelings.

“When did you write Woke Up In Japan?” She curiously asks, referring to the song on their most recent album. She was indeed there for the release, but things had gotten south not too long after. And the time to converse with the bassist about his band’s album never came.

“Well,” Calum swallows his noodles. “I think we got it started towards the end of the Sounds Live Feels Live tour. Then remember that little promo tour we went on? That’s when everything came to us.” She nods in response, a small smile forming on her face as she sips on the bowl of soup. “Youngblood is so good dude,” She tells him, causing his face to turn into a cheeky grin. “Not sure if any other album of yours is gonna top that one.” “Oh, really?” He smirks at her in response, and Y/N nodding back. 

Calum gets up from his seat and quickly pays for the meal, Y/N trailing behind him as they wait outside for the nearest taxi. “Last time I checked, your favourite was Talk Fast.” He continues the conversation, lighting up a cigarette from a pack he forgot he had in his jacket. “How did that get through security?” 

“You’re right, Talk Fast is number one. But recently, it’s been Why Won’t You Love Me. That, or like, Meet You There. That one fucks.” She replies, getting into the nearest taxi that had stopped for them. She notices that her phone lights up, indicating that she’s gotten a text message. She assumes it’s just Gabriella checking on her, but she’s surprised to see one of their old friends that they had reached out to about the tickets. 

hey i can take ur japan tix now !! 

She can’t help but laugh out loud, causing Calum to look at her funny. She shows him the text she had just gotten, and he lets out a snort as well. “A little late for that, no?”

“Just a little bit.”

–

taglist: @someinsanefangirl @lucyjafari @i-s-a-b-e-l-l-a-o @valesnicks @juhvette @perfctcalum @bohemianhargrove @fobodob @wldflwrbby @wiiildflowerrr @fangirl-candy @asmilinghopefullromantic @jazzymariexoxoc @caramelcalum @imightcry-blog @leomoonbaby @dreaded-awakening @mytlrh @noraskaar @sonoma @sunkissedruel @rafeyybabyy

[nojey]

finally

feral boys x streamer!reader (separate)

genre: fluff, crack

warning(s): none

synopsis: the feral boys finally meet their favorite streamers

dreamwastaken / clay

word count: 407

the day you met dream, you were on the phone with your best friend george, also known as georgenotfound

the day you met dream, you were on the phone with your best friend george, also known as georgenotfound

he was speedrunning on stream while you were on a discord call with him

his viewers knew who you were, not only because you were george’s best friend but also because you were a streamer too

you weren’t a big one but well known for how well you play battle box in mcc

george was about to end his stream after an unsuccessful speed run when he asked you something

“you know dream right?”

“yeah, of course, he’s one of your other best friends” you answered

“are you okay with me adding him to the call?” he asked you.

“uh sure, but aren’t you gonna end stream?” 

“no, i will after this.” he giggled

“why? are you trying to embarrass one of us?” you asked him suspiciously.

“you don’t have to worry about that.” 

you heard a ding from discord, indicating that someone joined your voice chat

“hello? dream?” george asked.

“george. why? why are you doing this to me?” dream asked.

“hi dream,” you smiled.

“uh, hi. hi (y/n).”

“george why did you add me to the call?” he asked george.

“well, i know how much you like watching their stream. and considering you’re both my best friends, why not introduce you! perfect right? anyways. i’m gonna end my stream now. let’s raid karl. and you two can talk to each other. bye now!” he left the call so now it was just you and dream in the vc

it really warmed your heart that someone with such a big platform liked watching your streams since it had been quite hard to gain a following since you started streaming

“hi dream,” you said once again

he sighed. “hi (y/n).” “i really didn’t want him to do that, i didn’t want this to be the first time we meet, you know. i just love watching your streams so much and i wanted it to, honestly, be in person. but you know, george does what he thinks he shou-”

“it’s okay dream, i’ve actually been looking forward to meeting you, considering you’re also one of george’s best friends. but i do agree, he does tend to do whatever he puts his mind to.”

after you calmed his nerves, his conversation skills skyrocketed and the conversations flowed very easily

you guys spent the rest of the night talking 

georgenotfound / george

word count: 326

being a minecraft streamer and a hypebeast got you some recognition

you were a hypebeast model on instagram and when you had announced you started streaming minecraft on twitch you had grown pretty easily

it didn’t take you time before you were invited to join mcc

not just because you had a big following but because you were actually really good at playing

since you didn’t really know any other mc streamers you got placed in a group with people you had never met

their names were Ph1lzA, WilburSoot, and GeorgeNotFound

the first time you talked to them, they welcomed you with open arms and we so nice

“hi (y/s/n)! i’m philza but you can just call me phil,” he introduced.

“hi phil!” you responded.

“i’m wilbur, is this gonna be your first mcc?” wilbur asked.

“yeah, it is. i’m actually really nervous.” you laughed a bit, to get the nerves out.

“ah okay, well no worries. we were all beginners before. don’t worry about trying to score high, just have fun!” phil assured.

“we’re just waiting for one other person and we’ll get started on the practice.” phil continued.

“okie dokie,” you said. you put yourself on mute and wiped the sweat off your hands on your pants. 

“hello, hello, sorry i’m late. had trouble starting the server.” you heard. 

“well nice of you to join us george.” wilbur said.

“yeah, yeah. hi philza, hi wilbur, hi (y/s/n)- wait, (y/s/n)??” he stuttered

“hi george?,” you said softly.

“oh my god, i’ve watched your streams before, they’re really cool. i enjoy watching them.” he rambled.

you giggled

“well thank you,” you said, still giggling a little.

for the rest of the day you all practiced, everyone giving you pointers, but george watching carefully to make sure you understood the pointers you were getting

and if you didn’t then he knew to tell you which part you were kind of misunderstanding

sapnap

word count: 398

you met sapnap long before you became a streamer

you were a big fan of sapnap

and one day you ran into him in public

it was a short interaction but it really meant a lot to you

so you asked for a picture to remember the moment by

after you took the picture you said your goodbyes and you were extremely excited

a few weeks after than interaction you had made the decision to start streaming

you were thinking about becoming one for a long time and after meeting sapnap you made your decision 

because you wanted to be the type of person sapnap was to you

and be a person someone looked up to and meet people that felt the way about you that you feel about sapnap

you’d been a streamer for a few months when you got a raid from sapnap himself

his viewers were suggesting he raided you so he did

you freaked out, you gained a small following and the fact that sapnap decided to raid you? amazed

but what you didn’t know was that he kept watching you

after he saw how appreciative you were he wanted to watch more and he got intrigued

so he followed you and started watching your streams almost every time you streamed whenever he wasn’t busy

after about 2 years of streaming you got a very big following

your supporters were stalking your twitter and found the picture of you and sapnap when you both met

they then began to repost it on twitter tagging the both of you

you saw it and replied, “LMAO i look so small. but big shoutout to sapnap for raiding me as a small streamer and making all this possible <3″

he saw your reply and his eyes went big

HE MET YOU BEFORE!??

he then proceeded to respond to your tweet, “we’ve met before??”

and it went back and forward

“yeah, it was before i was a streamer, we met at like.. the grocery store lol”

“i literally had no idea you were a fan of me”

“yup, i’ve been for the past 3 years”

“dude after i raided you i started watching your streams and you became my favorite streamer”

“well,, you’re still my favorite streamer ;)” 

after that sapnap dmd you asking if you guys could meet in person again

and who could pass up that offer

karl jacobs

word count: 510

you and karl met at twitchcon

you had recently become a big streamer and this was your 2nd time going to twitchcon

1st time having a meet and greet

meeting your supporters meant so much to you 

you finally get to give each of them a hug, and it may not be all of them but seeing this many people come out to meet you meant more than anyone could imagine

but being at twitchcon also meant you could meet your streamer friends 

which made everything 10x more exciting

you decided to meet up with your friend, valkyrae and you guys were going to a creator party

when you finally got to see her you gave her a huge hug that lasted a while because it was the first time you were meeting in person

once you both reached the venue of where the party was being held you all met up with your other friends. you hadn’t met any of them in person but rae had

you saw sykkuno, lily, michael, toast, and a few other people and smiled really big, excited to see all of them

you finally got to them and pulled them into a group hug

“you guys!! oh my god it feels so good to finally meet all of you!” you said.

“it’s nice to meet you in person, (y/n).” sykkuno said smiling at you

you let go of the hug and remembered everyone else that they were with

“hi! i’m (y/s/n) but you can just call me (y/n),” you said with a smile.

“this is karl, poki, and scarra.” toast introduced.

you saw karl and poki whispering to each other while you got into a conversation with everyone else.

poki coughed and said, “hey guys! don’t we have to go to that thing, right? that thing.” hinting at something, looking between you and karl.

you’re pretty sure everyone caught on and they all agreed.

“oh yeah! that thing!”

“yeah, we should probably go!”

“yup, don’t wanna be late to that thing.”

you looked at them with an unimpressed look as they walked away, looking behind their shoulders to see you and karl standing there.

“hi, i’m-i’m karl, i’m sorry about that. i just told poki that you’re like literally my favorite streamer and i guess she wanted us to talk more? i don’t know, but it’s really nice to meet you.” karl said.

you laughed as you quickly understood your friends weird behavior

“yeah, you raided me a few times- thank you for that by the way. it helped me a lot in growing my fanbase and i don’t think i’d be where i am if you hadn’t raided me.” you smiled at him. he beamed and smiled back at you.

“yeah, no, it was no problem. like i said you’re literally my favorite streamer and being able to help you with that is absolutely insane to me.”

for the rest of the party, your friends could see both of you talking the night away

and maybe even dance together

quackity

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finding out what to do for stream was kinda hard when pretty much all your friends were busy

but then you got a text from karl, asking if you wanted to play jackbox with him and a few friends

you accepted, knowing you wouldn’t have anything else to stream

in the lobby it would be you, karl, dream, sapnap and a few other people you didn’t know

when it was finally time to play, you started up your stream and introduced what you’d be playing that night

“hey guys, welcome welcome, welcome. today i’m gonna be playing jackbox with karl, dream, sapnap, and a few other of karls friends.” 

you joined the vc and immediately heard a lot of boys talking very loudly

you let out a small, “hello?” 

somehow everyone heard you and stopped talking

“(y/n)!” karl yelled out.

dream and sapnap let out a “hi, (y/n)” and you said hello back.

“hi everyone, i’m (y/s/n) but you all can call me (y/n)” you introduced yourself.

eveyrone else said hi and introduced themselves

you found out you were playing with quackity, wilbur, tommy, and techno too

during mad verse city karl was going against quackity and his rap went something like this

“you talk so weird, i’m gonna need translator, next time (y/n)’s here they’re gonna be a hater, because your big crush on them i’ll see ya later”

your mouth was wide open while all the boys started teasing quackity

“what the fuck! i don’t have a crush on them!” 

quackity ended up losing that one.

after the game and you ended you stream you asked quackity to stay

“hi quackity,” you said, with an energetic voice

“... hey, (y/n)” 

“sooo, was what karl said true?” you asked.

“mm not necessarily. it’s not that i have a crush on you. you’re.. just my favorite streamer and you know. this is the first time i’m meeting you and i was telling all of them that i’m nervous because i’ve never talked to you before and i think you’re a great streamer and that you put out really funny content and i didn’t wanna embarrass myself but. karl did that for me.” he rambled

you giggled

“i think that’s really cute. thank you for supporting me. you can dm me on twitter or discord if you ever wanna play sometime.” you told him and left the vc.

you then saw all the boys you were playing with pile into the vc and you could only imagine what they were talking about.