#and he turned out to be a visits you at midnight to make weird jokes cook eggs and ask to be bitten kind of guy

[hollow-park]

Little slow at the moment trying to get the town caught up with the apparent time skip Damien set in motion and getting sidetracked with doing makeovers with the new goth clothing kit, was just about to send Aurora and Bunny to a club when Kyle waltzed in at some point.. I don't even question it anyone, some lots don't have working locks, and.. I'm not sure what he asked but Aurora doesn't seem to like it.. Bunny make fun of his facial hair!

Ha! Now you're the uncomfortable one! Ok you can go now.

...Ok you know what, you stay and they'll leave.. He's probably confused them for vampires and is asking for bites.

...Ok you've gone too far now, cooking at another sims house is the gravest of all sins.

[tartarusknight]

Steve had this habit, a habit which most of the party were annoyed by. They understood it, God did they understand. But after everything was over and the Upside Down was gone for good, it kept happening. Months and months of daily calls. Just Steve checking in and asking them about their day.

Mike hadn't understood why he was on the list of names Steve would call, but if he didn't pick up the phone, there would be a knock on the door within the hour. And Steve, sometimes followed by Robin, would stop by like he was that important to them. Once, it had been on their way to work, and Steve had only locked eyes with him and raised an eyebrow. Mike just flipped him off and continued reading his comic.

Dustin had told him it was Steve's way of coping, and Lucas had turned the calls into workouts with the older teen. Will had just gone a little red and nodded along. El smiled and told Mike about the tips for hair care she got. Max just rolled her eyes and said that Steve had taken to stopping by with food most days.

Steve would be there. He was always there. It was annoying, but it was a constant. Maybe that's why Mike laid awake as the clock ticked closer and closer to midnight. Normally, he could fall asleep within minutes, a habit he had inherited from his dad. But he could bring himself to sleep as his phone didn't ring. As the walkie stayed silent. As the door remained untouched, no knock to be heard.

And it was stupid. Because Mike didn't want Steve to call him every day just to ask him if he was okay. It made him feel like a kid. It reminded Mike of his mom, but even his mom wasn't that bad. No, no one really did that for Mike. No one checked in day after day even as he remained uncaring towards them. No one but Steve.

Until now...

Mike watched the clock as it passed midnight, and his stomach twisted into knots. Fear bubbled up, and he pictured Steve getting into a fight he couldn't walk away from. He pictured a car crash so great that Steve was unable to reach for the walkie he carried with him everywhere. He pictured the worst- the Upside Down still around. The demogorgon coming up and dragging Steve into that hellpit.

Mike was up and pulling on a warm sweatshirt before those images were fully formed. He crawled out his window and down the roof, not too unlike the way Steve had done to visit Nancy. It left him already out of breath by the time he climbed on his bike. But that didn't stop him. He pushed off the ground, biking as fast as he could towards Loch Nora.

The cold air hot his face, and the road seemed to go on forever, but Mike didn't stop. He couldn't stop. Not until Steve's place was in view.

Mike tossed his bike uncarringly onto the pavement before slamming his fist into the Harrington's nice door. He didn't let up. He couldn't as an image of Steve dead in his own pool floated in his mind.

However, then the door was opening. Steve stood there, looking like he hadn't been asleep either. A smear of white powder on his cheek and a hollowness in his eyes. But still, something eased in Mike the same time Steve lost some of that weight in his shoulders as well. "You- you didn't-" Mike started, still out of breath. "Call. Why didn't you- call?" He gasped and Steve looked at him with a weird expression.

"You- What?" Steve questioned, sounding lost.

Mike crossed his arms, "I- you can't just stop!" He gasped out, and Steve's brow furrowed.

"But you don't like it when I do? I annoy you," he tries to point out, and Mike huffs.

"God, of course you annoy me! You track our days more intensly than my mom, and you always make dumb jokes, and I hate that I find them funny! You always call when I'm in the middle of something, and you make it easy to stay on the phone! You are always there like some weird older brother that I never asked for!" Mike shouts and Steve's eyes are wide.

"You don't have to stay around or call, but you do! You do, and you actually care. Like when you call and ask me if I'm okay, it feels like you care, and I don't understand why! I don't get you! I didn't ask you to care about me, but even when you were dating Nancy, you cared! You took Holly and me to get ice cream even though Nancy had to study! You give me and my friends rides everywhere! You care!" Mike throws his hands up in the air.

He glares at the older teen, "You care so much that I stupidly care about you! I care enough to come and check on you because when you didn't call, all I could think was that you were like dead or something," Mike snaps and takes a step back. "But you're obviously fine so-" and he wants to run suddenly. To run from the way Steve's eyes are filled with tears or the stupid words he just told the older teen.

Steve runs a hand through his hair, tugging slightly. "Mike, I stopped because I didn't think you wanted me to. You always acted like I was your least favorite person in the world and I guess I just- I didn't feel like it was fair to force you to put up with me just because I can't handle not knowing if you were okay." Steve said, and it didn't sound like the normal Steve. He sounded tired and nervous. He sounded like someone had finally beaten him

Mike bites his lip and tastes salt like he had been crying. Or maybe he still was. He crosses his arms like he can shield himself from this conversation. "But now you don't care enough to keep calling?"

Steve rubbed his face, a sigh shaking his whole body as he did. "I still care, kid."

Mike scoffs, "You didn't call."

Steve drops his hands to his sides. "Just come inside. It's too late for you to bike home. I'll call your place and leave a message." Steve says, his voice sounding close to tears. Mike is stiff when he lets Steve pull him inside.

They are quiet as Steve guides him towards the kitchen. The kitchen that has music playing softly and smelling like a bake sale. He blinks as he steps into the room and spots cookies cooling on a rack and a pie stilling uncooked on the counter. The top crust is sitting on the counter next to it. There's a smell of something in the oven, and Mike states at all of it in confusion.

"I bake when I can't relax," Steve admits, and Mike glances over at him. "I still care, and I was trying to give you space. I was trying not to crowd you, so I just," and he waves his hand around the mess everywhere. The smear of white on his cheek now makes sense.

Mike hugged himself, "I don't- I don't mind the calls." He whispered, and it got a snort from Steve.

He looked over at Mike, "I kinda got that from your speech."

They stood there in silence for another moment before Steve moved to finish putting his pie together. "I know that we aren't close or anything. But I care, it's not just the Upside Down making me anxious, it's just that-" and Steve went quiet. "I went overboard, I get it. But now I just- I can't stop." He admits, and Mike hates how upset Steve sounds. How guilty he sounds.

"I fall asleep easier knowing that if someone wasn't okay, we'd know because of you. It's like you take all the stress from me just by being around." He says, and Steve's eyes are wide. "Maybe we just do a sound off every night so you don't have to play phone tag all day." He shrugs, and Steve wrinkles his nose.

"I don't really get how to use the walkie. Like Dustin tried to show me, but he got distracted and started talking about radio waves and well..." Steve mimed it going over his head.

Mike snorted to hide how much that terrified him. The thought of something bad happening and Steve not being able to respond. But he pushed it away as Steve looked at him as if waiting for Mike to tease him. "That's fair. We did modify them, so they worked better. It's not as simple as your average walkie. I can show you," he offered, and Steve's face split into a grin.

"Cool, want to help me finish this so I can put it in the fridge until tomorrow? Then you can teach me the ways," Steve says, going all dramatic, proving to Mike he'd been spending too much time with Eddie. Mike groaned but came over only for Steve to shove him to the sink to wash his hands.

Steve showed him what to do, and Mike was glad to have Steve around. Because sure Steve's habit was annoying, and sometimes it interfered with Mike's plans, but it was nice too. Steve was nice. And that was something Mike ever believed would happen. But as Steve joked that Mike should not become a baker, he was nice. Like the way Mike was nice to Holly or how Nancy was nice to him. He was part of the family, annoyingly nice habits and all.

[freakymcnastys]

“cruel to be kind” - katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ "means that i love you baby. "

content: quirkless au, american au, ochaco rich girl au, its 1999 so flip-phones yall…, um idk if ppl are ooc here i’m sorry😭

"KATSUKI BAKUGOU! I SEE MAKING our visits a weekly ritual." Ms. Midnight says taking a seat at her desk. "Only so we can have these moments together--should I hit the lights?" Katsuki said with a sarcastic smile on his face. "Oh, very clever, blasty boy." She replied, eyebrows raised looking down at her papers. "Says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria?" Katsuki just sighs. "I was joking with Lunchrush, it was a bratwurst-" This made Midnight pull her glasses down and look through her brows at the boy. "Aren't we the optimist?" She remarked as Katsuki gave a disgusted look at the counselor.

"Well next time, keep it in your pouch, okay?" Midnight smiled before flicking her hand. "Scoot!" And with that, Katsuki left. "Weird ass lady-"

As Iida and Kirishima made their way through the courtyard the blue-haired boy stopped in his tracks when he saw the brunette wearing a dress. "Oh my god.."

"What group is she in?" He asked, adjusting his glasses. "The 'don't even think about it' group." Kirishima rolled his eyes at the new student. "That's Ochaco Stratford. She's a sophomore." He shrugged. Iida sighed, not taking his eyes off the girl while walking. Kirishima just laughed lightly. "Mhm, ya know she's beautiful and deep. I'm sure.."

"Yeah but there's a difference between like and love. Because I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack." The girl related to her friend, walking next to her. "But I love my Skechers?" Momo asked, a confused look on her face. "That's because you don't have a Prada backpack!" Ochaco smiled as Momo let out an 'ohhh' look.

"Anyways forget that their incredibly uptight father and it's a well-known fact that the Stratford sisters aren't allowed to date." Kirishima explained, the two now stopped and looked in the direction of the girls, walking off as the bell rang.

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Taking a seat near the front, you settle down in 5th period, English. "So what did we think about 'The Sun Also Rises'?" Mr Aizawa asked the class from the podium. Hagakure raised her hand. "It was so romantic~" This ticked you off as you whipped your head around to the girl. "Romantic? Hemingway?" You let out a sigh before turning back to the front of the class. "He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half of his life trying to nail Picasso's leftovers." You finished as Aizawa sighed in irritation but before he could continue his lesson a blonde boy spoke up.

"As opposed to a bitter self-righteous hag?" He laughed along with some others in the class, even daping one up. "Shut it blondie." Aizawa sassed the boy whose smile fell from his face. "Maybe in this society being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time." You turned back to Monoma with a tight smirk. This made the class erupt in 'oohs'.

As you were speaking about other amazing female writers, a boy with blonde spikey hair and a bag on his shoulder walked into the classroom. "What'd I miss?" He asked, panting. Taking a quick look at the boy before looking back with a heavy sigh. "The oppressive patriarchal values in our education."

"Good." Katsuki nodded before leaving the classroom as Mr Aizawa called after him. Monoma spoke up once again with the same shit-eating smirk on his face as before. "Mr. Aizawa, is there any chance we could get y/n to take her midol before class?" This makes the class chuckle as you throw a glare towards the boy.

"One day you're gonna get bitch-slapped and I'm not gonna do a thing to stop it." The teacher shook his head and continued his lesson, shutting up the boy.

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"You heard about the whole nirvana thing?" Mina asked you with a slight frown. "Oh yeah, poor Frances.." You grimace. "Ugh, I wish I got to see them--" Before Mina could continue the thought, Monoma pulled up in his bright red sports car.

"Hey, your little mad max look is out, y/n." He smirked, hand still on the wheel. "Didn't ya read last months Cosmo?" Cosmo? Is this guy serious? No way he's into women..."Run along." You flick your hand in a 'keep moving 'motion before walking off with Mina.

While getting into your car and turning it on you see your sister Ochaco and Momo riding in the back of Monomas car. "Well, that's a charming view." Mina scoffs from the passenger seat. "Ugh, that's disgusting." You groan before pulling out of the space. That's until a boy with red hair on a bike almost runs into you. Clearly annoyed from the entire school day, you yell at him, saying something along the lines of getting his head out of his ass before driving away to leave Mina at her house.

"You okay?" Iida asked, shocked at your antics. "Yeah, just a minor encounter with the witch. That's your girlfriend's sister." Kirishima gestured to the car that was driving away. "That's Ochaco sister?" Iida stuttered in disbelief. "Stay cool bro." The boy on the bike waved goodbye to his new friend.

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Sitting comfortably by the window, you read the words of 'The Secret History' as your dad came up to you with the mail in his hands. "Hello y/n. Make anyone cry today?" He asked, not looking up from the mail. "Sadly no, but it's only 4:30." You half-joked, looking up at your dad with a smile as he returned it. "Hi, Daddy!" Ochaco practically skipped to your dad, leaving a quick peck on his cheek. "Hello, precious."

Closing your book to look at your sister. "And where have you been?" You asked knowingly. You knew that you sounded like a complete bitch but you just didn't like the thought of her hanging out with that prick Monoma. "Nowhere." She practically sneered at you. Your dad pulled out an envelope from the bottom with a confused look on his face. "What's this? It says, Sarah Lawrence?"

This made your face light up, snatching up from him before throwing yourself onto the couch and opening it. Holy shit, it says you got accepted! "I got in!" You yelled, giddy from the news. "That's great sweetheart but isn't Sarah Lawrence on the other side of the country?" Tsunagu sputted, walking over to the couch, Ochaco following suit. You kept reading the lines of the paper with a smile. "I thought you were gonna stay here for college--be a hero like me!" He then made the university mascot pose which was a regular hero pose. "No, you decided! I think I'm gonna go--" Before your dad could say anything Ochaco chimed in with a smile.

"Let's hope so!" You sometimes can't believe how she's even related to you. Getting up to go upstairs, hearing your sister and dad argue about dating until you heard your name being said. "Ugh, y/n why can't you just be normal! Where did you come from planet loser?" The brunette huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "As opposed to the planet 'look at me! look at me!'" You mocked her, standing at the staircase, now pulled back into the conversation.

"Okay old rule out, new rule" Tsunagu began. "Ochaco can date...when y/n does...oh yes I like this.." He proposed a sly smile on his face. Ochaco protests, making meaner remarks than before, you decide that it is high time for you to finally go upstairs.

Closing the door to your room you let out a long sigh. Running a hand through your hair, you throw your school bag on the bed to work on some homework, hopefully, it would take your mind off of the dumpster fire that today was.

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Iida and Kirishima are now in Biology and cooking up a plan to get y/n to date someone so Iida can take Ochaco out. That was the easy part. Finding someone willing to date 'the heinous bitch' was the difficult part.

"What if we can't find anyone.." Iida groaned lightly to his friend. "Wait hey what about him-" The boy pointed at a blonde guy who was playing with the bunsin burner before his friend with black hair stopped him. "Hey no don't--don't look at him.." Kirishima told Iida. "Not him, I heard he sold his kidney for a set of speakers." He whispered. Iida didn't immediately respond, looking at the guy before saying with a smile. "That's our guy."

Kirishima didn't completely agree but shrugged. "Well, we need a backer because I don't have any money bro." They looked around but the bell rang for lunch so they continued their conversation in the halls to the cafeteria.

"Oh wait how about Monoma--I mean he'll do it super senior and stupid?" He joked as they saw said senior sitting with his friends. Iida nodded along, taking a seat at the table and waiting for Kirishima to finish talking to Monoma. To be frank, Iida was nervous, he wasn't too sure if this plan would work and he wasn't sure what he'd do if it didn't. Seeing Kirishima come back with something drawn on his face.

"He'll do it."

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Finally last period arrived and it was gym, more specifically soccer. I mean you did choose it but there weren't many good options to be fair. Finishing up the game, Coach Nezu told you that you were being 'too rough' which you scoffed at before heading back to grab your gym bag when a boy with spiked blonde hair came up to you.

"Hey there girlie." He smirked down at you. You rolled your eyes, not stopping for this wannabe. "How are ya?" He pressed further. "Sweating like a pig actually! and yourself?" You smiled, sarcastically at him as he gave you a faultered look. He cleared his throat before picking up his smile again. Those 50 bucks aren’t looking like the right price anymore.

“Lemme me take you out.” You scoffed at his offer. The guys at this school keep getting more and more annoying. “Psh mhm—do you even know my name screw boy?” You rolled your eyes, now stopping to face him. “That’s what the dates for idiot-“

“Yeah real nice—“ And with that you leave the field, leaving the boy in his tracks. “Shit…”

Iida and Kirishima watched the entire scene unfold, their hopefulness slowly disappearing. “We’re screwed..” Iida sighed into his hands. Kirishima whipped his head to his friend. “Nope I don’t wanna hear that defeatist attitude dude!”

“We’re screwed!” Iida said with more enthusiasm (and sarcasm.) “Yup that’s it..” The red haired boy replied in a whisper.

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(PART ONENEN i swear part two is better! this is gonna be a three parter because it’s based off the movie and well there are to many fire scenes I have to include 😈😈 HOPE YALL LIKED IT!!)

- love always, kat

[strniohoeee]

Leech

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris has suddenly become someone else and Y/N isn’t too fond of it. He pays her a visit at night, and things start to take a turn🩸

Warnings⚠️: VAMPIRE CHRIS OH YEAHHHHH, also this is SMUT, all in favor of fucking vampire Chris say I…I🙋🏽‍♀️🦇

Song for the imagine: Beauty School- Deftones

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

I watch you taste it

I see your face

And I know I’m alive

Chris has been acting really weird to me lately, not really talking to me, or spending much time. Him and his brothers started hanging out with these guys who were also no good.

I tried not to care too much because it wasn’t my life, and I was just their friends, but it was kind of annoying. The only time they’d ever want to hang out was at night, and at their place. For a while it was fun, but I noticed this pattern

I rarely ever hung out with them, usually creating some fake excuse to get out of it. Most of the time they believed me, but other times they knew I was lying.

Slowly we started to slip away from each other until I started to notice that Chris was looking and acting differently. Usually he was so childish and playful all the time, but now he was so quiet and serious all the time.

First it was his personality and then his looks started to change. Slowly his face was more defined, his cheeks sunken in, his skin more pale and his eyes….they were so icy and cold, and slowly he started to have deep eye bags

I wasn’t sure what he got himself into with these new friends, and I really hoped it wasn’t anything illegal that was making his mind heavy.

Oftentimes there was this cold vibe surrounding, that was a reason I didn’t want to be around him much. He was so serious and scary, and talking to him frightened me.

Matt and Nick also changed, but it wasn’t how Chris changed, and it really bothered me.

Currently I haven't seen them for a good month and a half. I mean I’ve seen them in passing but barely, I just couldn’t bring myself to talk to them anymore. This was ruining our friendship

I sat in my bed studying when suddenly I heard a knock at my door….it was strange it was midnight

I got up and walked to the front door, looking through the peephole to see Chris. I opened the door

“Chris? It’s midnight” I said confused

“I know and I’m sorry, but I need to speak to you” he said looking down

I moved for him to walk in, but he didn’t

“Are you going to stand there all night or?” I asked him

“Its your house…I can’t come in unless you ask me to” he said

“Alright well then Chris you can come in” I said to him

He walked in taking in his surroundings, almost like he was sniffing the place out?

“Chris you’re being weird” I said to him as his back was turned to me

“Why are you scared?” He asked me lifting his head up

“Who said I was scared?” I said to him

“I can feel it” he said rolling his neck

“Could you stop being weird, what the fuck is going on” I asked him

“I’m not sure how to say this” he said

“Well stop giving me your back and talk to me” I said crossing my arms over my chest

“I’m not sure that you want to see me” he said

“Please stop whatever this is, and just tell me why you’ve been acting so distant and strange” I said

“It’s for your own safety” he said

“Alright, I’m not sure what joke you and your brothers are trying to pull on me, but I’m over it” I said rolling my eyes

“This isn’t a joke” he said sternly

“So fucking look at me” I said getting upset

Chris turned around, and I’m sure all the blood drained from my face…..his eyes were red? Why are his eyes red?

“I….im not sure how to tell you” he said avoiding eye contact with me

“Chris take the fucking contacts out of your eyes, and get serious. I’m not buying this joke” I said rolling my eyes again

“This is real okay. I’ve been trying to tell you this for so long, but I just couldn’t do it” he said

“Chris what the fuck” I said confused

“I’m a vampire” he said to me

I looked at him and started laughing in his face

“Chris this is the funniest you’ve been in a while, like why would you think I believe this?” I said laughing at him

“Nick and Matt are too, those guys we’ve been hanging with, they turned us” he said calmly

“I do not believe you in the slightest” I said walking past him and into my room

He followed behind me

“You have to believe me okay” he said pleading

“Vampires are not real like you need help” I said looking at him

“I thought the same thing, and here I am” he said

“I need more proof” I said sighing

I wasn’t going to lie seeing Chris with red eyes was turning me on, and I wasn’t sure why

“Why are you turned on right now?” He suddenly asks me

“Excuse me?” I said my neck snapping back

“Your thoughts, I can hear them” he said giving me a weird look

“Stop doing that” I said to him shaking my head

“Look at my teeth” he said, and suddenly his fangs descended quickly, and then back up again

“Umm” I said starting at him perplexed

“I can hear your thoughts, my eyes are red, I have fangs and I can’t enter someone’s home unless they invite me in” he said looking at me

“HOLY SHIT” I said getting scared

“DONT GET SCARED” he said to me

“STOP READING MY MIND” I said to him

“I’m sorry I can’t help it” he said shaking his head

“Chris what the fuck am I supposed to do with this information?” I said blinking at him

“I don’t know. Understand why I’ve been the way I’ve been” he said

“I mean I’m understanding it, but I’m also confused” I responded back

“I was so confused at first too, and I didn’t want to get you involved so soon” he said

“I don’t know what to say” I said

“We want you to become one of us, that’s the only way I can be around you or else I might do something I don’t want to” he said

“Become one of you? Are you crazy?” I said looking at him

“You’re thinking yes though” he said smirking at me

“Get out of my fucking head” I told him

“Be one of us. Come on this way we can be together again with no problems” he said pleading

“Chris I don’t know” I said sighing

“You get to be a vampire, and you can fuck me…it’s not everyday a girl gets to say they fuck a vampire” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Who said I want to fuck you” I asked him

“Your mind…..and the smell of your arousal….oh so sweet” he said seductively

“Chris…” I said looking at him

“You know you want to” he said smirking

“Fuck possibly, become a vampire no” I said bluntly

“Once again your mind is screaming yes” he said with a cheeky smile

“Stop it already” I said to him

Chris walked over to me leaning down and crashing our lips together, immediately making out with me

He pulled away and looked down at me

“Come on baby” he said winking

“Mmm fine” I said rolling my eyes

I stood up, and pulled him in to continue kissing him. Our teeth clashing together as we fought for dominance. I turned us around and backpedaled him till he sat on the bed

Once I pulled away I removed my shirt and bra along with my bottoms

“Mmmm so good” he said inhaling the air

He removed his shirt and I got on his lap reconnecting our lips. He broke us apart and continued to kiss down my neck till he got to my breasts

He took my left breast in his mouth first swirling his tongue around my nipple lightly grazing his fangs on my nipple

“Fuck Chris” I moaned out

“Mmm I’m trying to control myself baby” he said pulling away and swirling his tongue around my right nipple while gripping my ass

“Come on baby take your pants off” I said hopping off of him and waiting for him to oblige

Once Chris got his pants off and boxers I straddled him again

He ran his hands all over me while we made out. He moved down to my neck and once again allowed his fangs to graze the thin skin

“Oh Chris” I said while grinding down on him

“Shhh baby I won’t hurt you” he said smirking against my skin

He slid my panties to the side and helped me sink down onto his dick

“Fuckkkk” we both moaned out, and his eyes flashed to black

“Woah that was hot” I said in a moan

“Sorry baby when I can’t control myself my eyes change” he said helping me grind onto his dick

We sat at the each of the bed as I bounced on his dick, my hands running through his hair, and his hands gripping my ass

“Fuck baby just like that” he said moaning into my ears

“Mmm” I hummed out as I switched to grinding down onto him

“Fuckkk” he whisper out as he helped me grind down onto him

He kept letting his fangs graze against my skin, sending shock waves and goosebumps all down my body.

I continued to grind onto his dick, moaning and panting chasing my release.

“Come on baby give it to me” he said as he snaked his hand down to rub my clit with his thumb

“Shittttt” I moaned out pulling his hair hair

“Fuckkk” he moaned out deeply, his eyes turning black again

“God I love when you do that” I moaned out as I continued to grind down onto him

“Cum for me baby, come on, use me like a good girl” he said rubbing faster

“Oh god I’m going to cum” I started to moan out, my grinding getting sloppier

Within a few seconds I was clenching down on his cock as I began to cum. My body shaking as I came all over his dick, my mouth falling slack and my hands tugging harder as his eyes grew darker

“Fuck” I moaned out as I leaned against his chest coming down from my high

“Gonna swallow for me?” He asked

“Yes” I said getting off of his dick and falling to my knees

“Fuck a good girl” he said as he stroked his dick

He stroked faster, and within a few seconds he was cumming on my tongue. His eyes growing black, his jaw slack and his lower abdomen shaking

After he came on my tongues I swallowed, and he was petting my face

“Such a good good girl for me” he said smiling down at me

He helped me up, and we changed back into our clothes

“Lets go Dracula turn me already” I said laying back in my bed

“Woah woah be nice” he said

“Sorry Dracula, I’m ready vampira…is that better?” I asked smiling at him

“You’re so annoying” he said shaking his head

“Well bite me already” I responded back

“I’m not that powerful, so I don’t have to bite you, I just have to let you drink my blood” he said looking at me

“Oh god this seems gross” I said making a face

“I mean to you it is, to me that’s every two weeks” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Alright whatever! I’m ready” I said

Chris nodded, and punctured his finger with his fangs, bringing it to my mouth. I wrapped my mouth around his finger sucking and licking his blood

“Mmm if the events that are about to happen to you weren’t going to happen we’d be going for a round two” he said looking at me with half lidded eyes

I rolled my eyes at him as he pulled his fingers out. Within 20 minutes the feelings started, my head was hurting, my vision was blurry and I felt nothing but pain

“AHH FUCK” I started to yell out gripping my head

“It won’t last much longer” Chris said

“It better not” I managed out

I felt my jaw begin to shift as my fangs came in, my eyes started to shudder, and I felt the pain subsiding slowly

After 2 more minutes I was back to normal, and feeling weird….I felt empty

“Go look at yourself” Chris said smirking

I got up and walked to my vanity looking at my reflection, sharp fangs and red eyes….within a few more minutes my fangs went away, and my eyes shifted back to my natural eye color

“Feeling okay baby?” Chris asked me

“Yeah I’m feeling good” I said looking back at him

“You’re one of us now…” he said with a smirk

“This is crazy” I said shaking my head at him

“We should probably sleep, we have some hunting to do tomorrow night” he said winking at me

I agreed, and got in bed with Chris, falling fast asleep

The End

Down bad for vampire Chris like this has got to stop….but anywho lmk how yall liked this, and let me get to writing my other stuff😏🖤

-J💅🏽

[hareofhrair]

A Shadow In The Room - Shadow Creature x Fem OC 2POV

Reposting some of my old terato/xeno stories from back before the porn ban! This was a request for a shadow person boyfriend. eh, it's alright.

You've had a long day at work, but your shadow person boyfriend is there to make you feel better.

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Tags and Content Warnings: Established Relationship, Consensual, Shadow Person, m/f

You knew he’d be there the minute you shouldered the door open, exhausted from work and dragging your feet. The moment you crossed the threshold your skin prickled and the scent of damp earth and cool water filled your nose. There was a kind of chill in the air that followed him, a scent like darkness and rotting leaves. You’d found him out in the deep woods and no matter where he went now the air of the forest at night followed him.

Sure enough, you’d barely let the door close fully behind you before you felt his arms close around you from behind, pulling you against his broad, solid chest. You felt his lips, then his teeth at your throat, and his hands over your stomach, wrinkling the fabric of your work shirt. His skin was cold, his teeth sharp. His hands were deep, midnight blue and shaped like no human who’d ever lived, long and curved like dark talons. That was the most you ever saw of him. He was always behind you, that living shadow. You saw glimpses, glowing eyes in the dark, horns sometimes- but never more, not even after all the time you’d been together.

You weren’t sure if you could rightly call it a relationship. Certainly, he had his way with you often enough. You could feel him now, hard already against you, grinding into your backside. But you knew so little about him. You stumbled across him that night in the woods and made a joke in a shaking voice because you’d never had the most rational responses to fear. He’d laughed, and you’d kept talking because you thought it was all that was keeping you alive. He’d let you go, and a week later he’d been in your kitchen, wanting to talk again. And gradually, over these periodical visits, you’d stopped being afraid, realizing he was just bored or lonely, not there to kill you. And after a while he’d started talking back, telling you stories about years in the shadows, a strange life you couldn’t quite conceive of. He never gave you the full story, just bits and pieces, like your glimpses of his appearance. You weren’t sure if he didn’t trust you or if remaining always obscured was a condition of his existence. Both seemed equally possible.

Eventually, one lonely night, he’d touched you and your relationship had taken this unusual turn. You were hardly complaining. Except that now he was pulling away, leaving your skin even colder than his chilly touch. You knew better than to turn back to look at him. He’d know you were pouting without you having to. You felt the ghost of his kiss on the back of your neck.

“Go and bathe,” he said. “The outside world clings to you. I want to smell your skin.”

You laugh. It seems like you’ve been laughing around him since the beginning.

“I would be in there already if you hadn’t decided to jump me at the door,” you said, and you feel his hands on you again, squeezing your backside.

“But then I would not have been able to properly impress on you that you should hurry.”

You laughed again and slipped away from him, hurrying towards the shower. You washed quickly, your thoughts preoccupied with the memory of his hands on you. You were sure he’d be in here with you if he could, but he hated the bathroom. The lights were too bright and he despised mirrors. So you rushed, the exhaustion of the workday forgotten. His visits had been rare these past few months. You’d been tied up at work and he was always preoccupied around this time of year when “the burden of the ancient weird is commended once again upon my shoulders,” or so he said, whatever that meant. His language tended to get increasingly formal and archaic when he was being evasive. Regardless, it had been more than a week and you were eager to feel his touch again.

You scrubbed at your hair with a towel quickly, considered taking a moment to put it up or throw on some eyeliner. But you knew he wouldn’t care. Appearances were beneath his concern. It was a relief sometimes to remember that he would never judge you for not caring enough to shave your legs or enjoying cupcakes more than jogging.

You forwent clothes entirely and dropped your towel at the bathroom door, barely taking two steps towards the bed before he was behind you, sweeping you off your feet in a flurry of shadows. You felt the chill of him against your back as your face met the cool sheets of your bed. His kisses, chilly and sharp with the scrape of his teeth, roll down your spine like a shiver. His hand is on the back of your head, and another on your hip, keeping you in the position he likes best. There are other hands, because of course he has others, on your thighs, your wrists and ankles, running nails over your ribs. He only seems to have one mouth from what you can tell however, and mores the pity, because it’s slipped over the curve of your ass now to press cold against your burning lips. His tongue slips through your folds like a chip of ice and makes you gasp for more than one reason. It’s a good thing you always enjoyed temperature play. He can’t help being cold as a winter night. He says, in his sentimental moments, that you melt him.

You grip the sheets and muffle your moans as he teases you, icy tongue and cold fingers working you up to the edge of what you can stand. When he feels you shaking one of his hands takes your throat and pulls your head back so that he can hear your hoarse cries as he finishes you. His cool hands rub circles over your shoulders and thighs as you come down, head spinning. He’s patient as the night, and he waits until your breathing evens and you begin rocking back into his touch before you feel him loom over you.

He slides against your lips, cold and stark against your heat. For a moment he only rolls against you, making you wait, until you’re almost desperate to feel him inside you. When at last he presses in, he’s so cold it almost burns, but you love it. He cools your fever as he spreads you open with a cock that is never quite the same size or shape, that changes every time you’re distracted by his hand on your clit or his lips on your throat.

It’s frantic at first, as it usually is. He seems to have a hard time holding back when he first gets inside you, and the rapid, pounding pace quickly dissolves any self-control you had either. But just when you think you’re close to your limit, he pulls back. His movements slow, his once wild thrusts becoming long, lingering slides, grinding deep within you, taking his time, drawing it out. You love this part the most, when he’s tender with you, even though you know it’s not in his nature. You ache, desperate to return to the peak you’d so nearly achieved, but you’d never rush him, not when he’s laying cold kisses on your neck and rolling his hips against you that way, more hands than you can keep track of drawing soothing circles over your skin. When he takes you like this, it feels like you’re coming apart at the seams, just puzzle pieces in his hands. You love him in these moments, though you’ve never said the words. Neither has he, though you suspect sometimes. You think he knows, despite your silence. You hope he knows.

He begins to pick up speed again, though he remains gentle. He’s close, and you shake, tightening around him. Suddenly, you feel a cool touch over your eyes. You’d had them closed anyway, but now you sense only darkness beyond your closed lids. You feel his hand on your hip, turning you over. You gasp, reach out to stop him. Visions of Cupid and Psyche come to mind. You fear seeing him, not because of his appearance, but because not seeing him has become some kind of nebulous rule of this arrangement and you fear breaking it means losing him.

But the cool hand remains over your eyes, blinding you. He turns you on to your back and you feel suddenly exposed in this position, vulnerable, your feelings and insecurities bared to him. He kisses you, deeply and properly. You don’t think he’s ever kissed you on the mouth before. You accept his kisses with the fervor of a worshiper and feel him slide back into you, rocking into you with quick, short strokes while you discover the cool darkness of his mouth, the icy clarity of his tongue. Another tiny fragment of him, a gift. You remember the Blind Men and the Elephant, putting together the shape of a living thing from small pieces. Your head is full of stories tonight. Full of him. You don’t mind if you never see all of him at once. Everything he’s willing to give you is more than enough.

You feel him pulse and swell within you and you wrap your arms around something like shoulders, press your face to something like his chest, feel fur against your cheek and scales under your fingers and feathers brushing the trembling skin of your stomach. The disparate pieces of him seem further apart than ever. Have you done this to him? Scrambled him this way? You don’t think he minds. He moves faster, pulling your mind back to the present as he squeezes your hips and buries himself deep within you. You feel a coldness like ice spill within you and you shiver and smile. He stays within you, rubbing his thumb over your clit, until he feels you tighten around him again and tip over the precipice of your own orgasm. Your darkened vision goes briefly white as you arch up into his touch and come down shaking and dizzy.

He doesn’t usually linger long beside you in bed, though he often waits just beyond it, sharing idle conversation while you recover if not his touch. But tonight when he pulls away from you, what he left inside you becoming frost on your thighs and melting away, he lays down beside you. You roll onto your side and he presses into your back, his favorite place. His arm around you is cold, but all you feel is warmth.

“Did you know I used to be afraid of the dark,” you said, laying your hand over his. “When I was little. It terrified me not to know what might be there in the room with me.”

“And now?” he asks, his grip loosening a little, as though afraid he is about to have to let go.

“Now?” You consider your words carefully for a moment, but his chest against your back makes you feel bold. “Now, if you asked me to, I might blind myself to be with you.”

He holds you tighter, and for a moment you think you might feel the whole of him pressed against you. Not just the part touching your back, but far beyond it, more than your eyes would ever be able to understand. He’s as vast and unknowable as a forest from the dawn of history, where some ancestor of yours might have stood on the edges, looking into that deep unfathomable darkness. What might you have felt, looking at an ocean of trees that have been growing since before your earliest ancestors walked the earth? Since the moments when what we might tentatively call a tree first came into existence? The first forest, untouched. That’s what he is to you. The spirit of that lost place, untouched by time.

“You would regret it,” he says. “The novelty would wither with time and you would resent me for taking you from the light. In the darkness, you would only see all the other lives you might have lived.”

“Maybe,” you agree. “I think that happens to everyone eventually, though. I think that’s just getting older. Working through it is part of being alive.”

“It’s not a part I’m familiar with,” he confesses.

“Don’t worry,” you reassure him, and bring his hand to your lips to kiss the backs of his cold black fingers. “We have all the time in the world.”

[aspiringtrashpanda]

THIS IS SO SELF-INDULGENT. "Witch" immediately made me think of my OC Ruth, who I introduced at the very end of my super long Leviathan x F!MC fic, "The Speedrunner's Guide to Romance". She watches over one side of the portal between the human world and the Devildom, so Levi and the MC can visit each other freely. Mammon guards the other side of the portal. That's all the context you really need. Find the prompt list HERE.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

DAY 14 Prompt: Witch Featuring Mammon Additional tags: booty call, just witchy things, acquaintances with benefits, mild toxicity

Perhaps if she had been sleeping, then she would have missed it entirely.

Only Ruth hadn’t been sleeping, and the loud ding had interrupted her midnight study session. A night owl by nature, she had been very immersed in a book on ancient runes that she had scored from a black market dealer. The shady character had managed to rob the Witty Sorcerer and was pawning off items to those involved with the occult. She didn’t quite buy the authenticity of his claim –as she was acquainted with Solomon herself and found him rather slippery– though she supposed that breaking into one of his many human world abodes could have resulted in a few useful tomes. However, she was just wondering if the book was legitimate (some of the Latin seemed bizarre.. Clunky, as if it had been run through a translator) when the irritating ring of a device knocked her out of her thoughts. 

She checked her cellphone, her favorite tarot card set as a screensaver staring up at her without any new notifications. 

Huh. Weird. 

She turned back to her book, eyes scanning two sentences in their entirety before the noise sounded again. Another glance at her phone promised that she hadn’t missed anything. The time taunted her from the screen. Who was trying to get in contact with her at 2am? For a moment, she sat there, wondering what had made that shrill, electronic noise. Glancing at the TV, she decided that a lack of static ruled out any chance of possession or her last summoning gone wrong. She had made sure to send the ghost back to its realm at the end of the seance, right? She used her locked cell phone screen to check her reflection, ensuring that no specter lurked behind her shoulder. 

It finally hit her upon the third ring. Oh, how could she forget? The whole reason she had lucked into her quaint cottage by the seashore was through her connection to the Devildom. Mild amusement tinged with embarrassment tickled the nape of her neck as she unlocked the drawer that held her D.D.D. –in a bedazzled case gifted by Asmodeus through Solomon. Ruth had a suspicion that it was part of the initial pitch to sacrifice her time to the whims of Leviathan and his lover. 

Though, she supposed you were worth it. She had become rather fond of you and your visits, after all. Leviathan she could give or take. He was always so jumpy around her, as if she posed a threat to him. Had you told him about the enchanted fishing net she had joked was to catch his ass if he hurt you? 

A swift tap of her password and the device screen was instantly overtaken by a message she had not expected. 

1:58am - Avatar of Gambling Yo.

Ruth's stomach flipflopped. Why was he texting her?

2:02am - Avatar of Gambling U up?

He had to be kidding. Or, she was seeing things. This couldn’t possibly be real. Maybe it was Leviathan, trying to contact her because his D.D.D. was broken. 

Wait, no, that wouldn’t make sense. Either his other half, or Solomon even, would message her in his stead. Wait, would that mean you were in trouble? 

2:03am - Avatar of Gambling Yay or nay “Ugh,” Ruth groaned, shuffling her feet as she spun in a circle, indecision –her worst enemy– tugging at her wrists. “Okay. Whatever. It was probably a mistake.”

Though she didn’t want to admit it, she knew it wasn’t. No matter how many excuses she could toss at the wall, they all bounced back with the same answer: this was a booty call. 

2:05am - Witchy Vibes™ I think you meant to message someone else…

Sure enough, her hunch was confirmed by the next message, lighting up her screen alongside memories of a stupid mistake under a full moon, of the first and only time she had tested the limitations of her pact. 

2:06am - Avatar of Gambling Nah Thinkin bout you

She cursed her heart for rabbiting against her ribs, the scene playing as if it were yesterday behind her chocolate eyes. His hair had shone like lightning in the shadows of her room, his lips hot as sin against her skin. They had melted into one, compressed into some shimmering jewel, and she had giggled into his ear when he insisted on snuggling afterwards. He was gone by morning, as was her decorative antique piggy bank.

He had left a note.

‘Til next time.xoxo

Well, he had warned her, hadn’t he? 

Ruth took a moment to reread the text messages, squinting at the lack of punctuation, at the sloppy typing. With a sigh, her thumb tapped on his contact, her conscience prematurely gnawing on her ankles. 

The line rang once before Mammon answered with a flourish, “Ruth! Baby, how ya doin’?” 

She could hear chattering in the background, the ring of slot machines and the cheers of the victorious. “Mammon, are you drunk?”

“Mmm, maybe tipsy,” His answer was crisp and clear, his tongue carefully articulating his words. Or, Ruth supposed, articulating as well as Mammon ever did. She heard the sly smirk in his voice as he proposed, “Care to summon me?”

She hesitated, and hated the way she instantly took stock of her room to ensure it was clean enough for a, uh, visitor. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“That didn’t stop you last time.” 

Ruth swore she rolled her eyes so hard, she saw the Celestial Realm. She worried her bottom lip, considered the date and whether she had anything planned for tomorrow. Did attempting to brew a pesticide that wouldn’t poison the environment out of fermented tea count as a mandatory lab experiment?  

“Well? What d’ya say?” Mammon crooned, and Ruth tasted honey on her tongue. “Wanna have some fun?” 

She had made up her mind the moment he had answered the call, and she knew it.

“Fine. Give me thirty minutes.” Though she tried to sound unbothered, her skin was already buzzing with anticipation, aching for his touch. “And bring the demonus.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

OBEY ME! MONTH MASTERLIST

[blahhhhhhhohmigosh]

ROTTMNT TURTLE SIBLING HEADCANOONS

A/n: HII YALL!! I'm back from the dead (like karai) so I'll prolly die later anyways I'm making a headcanoon chart with the turtles tickling their SIBLING! Or atleast this will be like if the SIBLING is gonna tickle them and if the turtles would tickle the sibling, and basically just an excuse to make headcanoons bout a sibling they found and how would they react if the sibling tickled them or they tickled the sibling (a.k.a you). So basically rottmnt turtles and reader!sibling tickles and headcanons!

Warrnings: just a backstory (it might be kinda sad since it's the sibling getting used to their new life), headcanons and obviously TICKLES!! if that's not your jammy jam go find a more fitting jammy jam that fits you! No worries!

Reader nicknames: Sibling, Y/n, N/n.

Love: Plantonic and sibling love. T-cest and pro-ships out the door now.

Im sorry I got lazy at the end and besides jts like night in my country, soon midnight 😭

ENJOY!!

Backstory:

Well this was new. A month ago you were a simple human, sure you didn't have many friends, ppl found you weird, you didnt have a goal on life and you had some issues. One of them was being lonely.

But atleast then you knew what you were! You knew how to walk without losing balance, you knew how to write even if your hand writing might of not been the best and you basically knew what you were.

But now? You find out your parents were witches, found you in a vent of weird goo coming out of a palace and they decided to keep you using cover up magic to disguise you as a human?

This was. Weird.

You found out later that they told you cause your brothers wanted to meet their "lost found sibling". You felt like one of those "The Neglected child becomes a princess!" Gacha music videos.

Your parents decided for you to live there and use Leo's ōdachi to teleport you back home if you wanted to visit your parents.

You were sad ofcourse. But after a week or two you stopped being anxious. Though you were now a hamato.

You went from walking in the halls of the school with crowded people to walking in abounded empty train rails with your new brothers and April, someone you though as a sister to go and just hang out. You went from being alone and slacking around to huffing when training with real weapons and ninjas! Though this did have some bad sides.

You had now only 3 fingers on each of your hand and you had 2 toes on each of your foot. To add the fact you had now a shell was quite uncomfortable and hard to work with. You coudnt walk properly for a week til you finally got used to it! You coudnt write, play or draw cause of the new 3 fingers, and it was uncomfortable laying down. Besides... YOUR HAIR WAS NOW GONE. though sometimes your parents did give you the potion that could turn you into the human you were before but only if needed.

It took sometime to get along with the turtles, since no one has ever been this friendly, Loud and mischievous. In many ways. Pranks, Jokes, Roasts, but what got you the most was the tickling.

Sure Pranks where fun although you didn't really participate in them since they were quite... well- exploding. Jokes? Leo made that many that if you said one everyone will say "we know" and Leo would just giggle. Roasts? Well too lazy/ tired sometimes to be original. But tickles? Gosh.

Thats where the fun begins.

Ler's:

In the first week you started finally gaining your balance Leo came up behind you and gave you a hug that just squeezed a bit too much to make you giggle. That gave them an idea that you're ticklish. And that's where the turtles started plotting.

Raph:

Raph is the biggest. So it's obvious he will scoop you up and just hug you like a doll while secretly tickling and squeezing your sides while pretending like you're not giggling to death.

And gosh, another reason added that you had sensitive skin in turtle form. This just made the tickles worse. And Raph knew it.

Ya know the "clothes don't make the turtle" episode? Well he'd tickle you like that just to win something. Wether it's a card or a video game.

If you'd be lazy he'd just start poking you till you admit defeat, but he will carry you to the training hall.

If you're getting carries by sitting on his shoulder then he will defenetly hold you down with one arm and just tickle and poke your feet as he speaks to the rest.

He'd scratch his claws and tease you by scratching your tickle spots making you burst into giggles.

If you won't do smth like throw out the trash then he'd tickle you as a "lesson" when inreality he just wanted to be petty and tickle you.

He teases.

Yes he does. You know the baby voice he does sometimes?

YES HE WILL USE IT AGIANST YOU.

"Oh nooo~ did my baby sibling 'forgot' to wash dishes?~ well I gotta teach you a lesson!"

"Aww why didn't you mention that your dead spot is here?~ I could of wrecked you a long time agooo!"

And after he'd be like-

"Yeah that's what you get!" And then he'd chuckle and just help you stand up rubbing your bald head.

Though if the others were ganging up on you and you obviously coudnt fight back he'd step into the game and give a pizza slice of the pizza they all ordered as he'd help you get justice- YOUR BIGGEST OLDEST AND COOLEST BROTHER IS THERE FOR YOU 🏋‍♀️🏋‍♀️🏋‍♀️💪💪💪

He has a nice after care, cuddles and a pizza slice while just talking. He likes hugs. And if he could he'd read you a story but in the end you'd be the one reading since he can't read.

Leo:

Defenetly the one that tickles you THE MOST.

Like he'd come up, annoy you and then start just pocking you, and excuse that as "sibling behavior" (he's totally lying)

He'd jump out of a closet and then start wrecking you into bits, for like, no reason.

Feeling annoyed? Tickles. Feeling bad? Tickles. Feeling lazy? Tickles. Feeling sad? Tickles. Feeling happy? Tickles. HED TICKLE YOU IN WHATEVER MOOD YOU'RE IN.

Since I think he and Donnie are the medics of the group I think he'd "pretend" that he's checking up your body since you were in a disguise for "so long" when in reality he wants to hear your giggles and squeaks.

If you'd stay up late he'd tickle you so you get tired. Put you into bed. Tuck you in. A (PLANTONIC / SIBLING LOVE) kiss on the forehead and go back to do is insomniac things.

Though he probably does know where to stop and when.

Like he'd immidietly know. No matter what!

His teases belong to the mood.

Like if you're sad he will be nice and just complement you. But when he's wrecking you while you're in a "Grumpy mood" and that you need to "cheer up".

Yh.

"Ooooo You like this? You like this?"

"Im not stopping!"

"Why r you giggling?"

"Your laughter sounds like a mouse (he'd say this not to offend you but to embarras you before he'd blow a raspberry)

I think his favorite thing in tickles are blowing raspberries.

Unlike Raph that would scratch you to make out giggles Leo would wreck you while blowing raspberries.

Your laughter would be SOOOO Loud.

Sometimes if you're in your human form and he has a mood to be petty he'd tickle you just cause you aren't bald rn.

He'd use his portal sword to cheat in it to.

Like let's pretend you stole his comic and you are reading it when suddenly you see a portal open up infront of you and start tickling your plastron meanwhile next to you is standing Leo smacking the comic out of your head while you're apologizing in giggles.

Though if you 2 team up I'd be mostly to maybe annoy other or cause the others ganged up on you and now you're taking Mikey while he is taking Donnie and Raph for justice!!

After care would be a pat on the shoulder, some ice water, and a jupiter Jim movie til you recover. (The other turtles and April would defenetly join, and Maybe Casey but I think he'd be confused of the movie)

Donnie:

He's an evil scientist that loves theater and justice. Do I need to explain more?

I think that at first he woudnt tickle you, he'd show his inventions to you, like every. Single. One.

But the thing is he was the first one to know that you're ticklish. How? Well he was the one that made the first health control to check on your turtle body and see if years of disguise affected it.

He'd squeeze you here and there, scratch some places making you laugh or giggle which gave him the idea you're ticklish.

He defenetly dramaticly gasped or sorry- he'd defenetly say that he dranaticly gasped before chuckling and giving a slight tease.

"Oh? I think I touched a nerve- litteraly"

He'd note that down and use it agianst you another time.

YOU ATE HIS LAST SLICE OF PIZZA? Tickle prison it is!

You could be just sitting doing smth and he'd come up to you and it would go like:

"Did you eat MY last slice of pizza?"

"Uh- no....?"

Maybe Donnie isn't good at lying but he knows when someone lies. The second you respond he'd start tickling you.

And like his twin he'd love wrecking you.

His teases would be something like:

"STOP SQUIRMING YOU DUMMY YOU MAY KICK ME!"

"From my last invention I found out you're ticklish! I gotta test that theory out!"

"YOU ATE MY LAST SLICE OF PIZZA. YOU WILL PAAAAAY"

Yh. i said. Crazyyyy

Like his twin he is gonna tickle you under health control but secretly.

He'd pretend he dosent notice it but he'd have a big smirk he's hiding.

If you wear purple sometimes at first he'd mind a bit but with time you would assure him that he's as important as others and he isn't replecable, with time he got used to you wearing purple, but he'd still use that as an excuse to tickle you.

I think his favorite tickling thing is maybe iteams.

I fell like he'd experiment diffrent things to tickle you with and then see which one gives the most laughter and which the least.

if you roast him or insult him (playfully ofcourse) he'd get pouty and frowny and he'd argue with you til he says

"THATS IT!"

Pick you up and start tickling you mercilessly.

I feel like if you 2 teamed up he'd tell you everyone's tickle spots.

Maybe not death spots (unless the others know your death spot) but he'd give you good exempels.

Mikeys knees, Leo's armpits, Raphs spikes...

Yh.

His after care? He'd put a blanket on you and start info dumping and you'd respond with a smile wondering what the heck he is talking about, or maybe you'd join in on the blabbering.

Mikey:

LOVVVES TICKLE HUGS.

He's the most affectionate??? Ofcourse he'd love tickle you AND hug you!

I feel like he'd be your first person to go to when you have a Lee mood.

Like, I feel like he woudnt comment, hug you, and tickle you.

He'd also be rhe most gentle one.

Like he'd tickle you either for justice or to cheer you up!

Or just cause he wanted to hear you giggle.

I bet that since he's now a older brother he gotta take care of you yaknow?

Yea he maybe is the smallest, but hes defenetly the most elastic one.

you 2 would be painting something and then he'd start painting on you shell making you giggle and laugh while he's painting a master piece on your shell.

you defenetly weren't tickled more when He took a sponge and started rubbing it to try and wash away the paint

I feel like he'd give out the sweetest teases ever.

"Your laugh is so cute Y/n!"

"N/n your face is red! Awwww!"

"You squeak like a mouse it's adorable!"

He'd defenetly won't become a tease monster if his doctor delicate touch side came out

He'd later say "Love ya sibling!" (PLANTONIC) Either in a teasing tone or a happy tone.

I think his favorite tickle method would maybe be tickle affection.

Hugs, kisses, nibbles ETC. (PLANTONIC, they are siblings.)

He'd nibble sometimes on your worst spots while hugging you and tickling you at the same time while grinning.

Alright maybe he is small, but if the rest ganged up on her? His doctor delicate touch side is back on.

Like I feel if you 2 would team up He'd tell you the best ways to tickle them. And how to wreck them properly to make them stop tickling you everytime you got your justice.

He's good At aftercare too!

I feel like everytime if yall would tickle each other yall would calm down, hug, and probably talk bout life or just sit in silence while Mikey was talking bout a new cooking book that meat sweats made.

Siblings 😭

Either of them is tickling you? The rest are either joining the tickle fight or just pretending You don't exist as you laugh your shell up.

They WILL gang up on you, no matter what.

You're their little baby sibling! You gotta get tickled a BIT 😒

While training you they'd tickle you or poke you and pretend like that is "preparing for you to focus"

If you'd win a game they would make plans to tickle you. Yea. I feel like they would.

But at the same time I think in the end a turtle pile will relax every one of you as after care while watching jupiter Jim movies.

Lee:

Raph:

Ticklishness? Probably 7/10.

It's hard to get him cause he's such a big boy!!! But there are ways to geth to him...dw...

Worst spots are probably his spikes and/or neck, his melting spots are palms and maybe feet.

He's kinda squirmy so watch out for spikes!

His laugh can be either squeaky and sweet or hysterically and kinda loud. There's no in between.

"N/N. N/N- *cackle* PLEASEEE-"

"Y/n NOT thehehehehreeeee!!! Eeep!"

*girly shriek*

He'd slapp his hand onto the floor if he has enough.

After that older brother needs an nap! Nighty night!

Leo:

Ticklishness?

9/10. This mother truckers ticklish.

A poke can send him into giggles.

His laugh is hysterically and dramatic and I know It I feel it.

Hes tickle spots are his plastron neck and shell (probably) oh and let's not forget armpits! His melt spots are probably feet and knees.

This idiot would say smth about you that you woudnt dare tickle him and 20 seconds later get wrecked by you.

"Y/N- Y/NNNNN NOHOHOHO IHIHIM SOHOHORRRY!!!"

"Nohohohoh!"

Squirmy butt. Be careful he might kick ya-

When you'd stop he'd pretend like nothing happend before getting justice-

Donnie:

Ticklishness? Same as his twin 9/10.

Though he's beter at hiding it even if he's not good of a liar.

He can hold in his laughter very well, well, unless you wreck him.

He'd lose it.

Bad spits are probably sides, armpits and shell' edges but BE CAREFULL WITH THE SHELL. His melting spots are though his neck and his arms.

He'd try to lie but he woudnt he able to.

His laughter is a bit squeaky and he snorts much!

"N/N STHOHO *SNORT* PPP"

"Y/n IHISWEAR- *SNORT*"

He'd curl up into a ball trying to protect himself of his squirming didn't work and he needs to try and protect his "edgy emo" persona.

He'd be embarrased after and just pretend like it didn't happen.

Mikey:

He's either 8/10 or 10/10.

His laughter is giggly squeaky and bubbly.

His worst spots are his shell, knees and feet while his melt spots are his face and probably shoulders.

He isn't afraid of tickles, he'd laugh along with you.

"Y/NNNNN AHHHHHH"

"oKaAhay PEACACAHEEE-"

He shrieks.

I feel like he'd just hug you in the end.

Thats all. Probably will edit this in the morning cause of the ending. I'm sorry this became this short at the end. Nighty night and of you want more just request idm!

[rebrandedstoryline]

Rebranded - 9.2(Extra) - Returning Home

We officially meet our future love interest(spoiler :p) This is just her perspective of the events from the previous part.

Word Count: 1,257

A tired sigh escaped the woman as she made her way to the entrance of her home. Balancing the groceries on one arm, she inserted the key into the lock to let herself in. 

A loud click signaled to her that she was free to enter her home. As such she pushed the door open, flipped on the lights, then made her way inside. 

After having been away for so long, it was nice to be home. 

What made her return even nicer, was the fact that her home was clean. 

She had been gone for a long, long time. Making arrangements for a housekeeper to visit her home had been tedious. 

Admittedly their behavior had made her think that no one would be sent out to maintain the home. So finding the house in such a clean state came as a pleasant surprise. 

While the air inside was a bit stagnant and musty, it was nothing that a few cracked windows wouldn’t fix.

That could wait, though. A bit of stagnant air wouldn’t kill her. 

For now, her focus was on dealing with her last few errands so that she could go to bed. 

It had been a long day. A long day mostly full of driving while suffering from the jet lag of her recent plane ride. 

Next on the agenda; getting the groceries put away. That and making sure that the essential people knew that she had made it home safely. 

She knew how to kill two birds with one stone. So she pulled her phone from her pocket and placed it upon the countertop beside her groceries. A few taps on the screen and the desired party was being called. She went about her business as she waited for the person on the other end to pick up.

“”Did you make it back okay?“” The faintly distorted voice of the man on the other side of the line sounded off abruptly, making it clear that they had finally managed to answer their phone.

“I made it back alive. That count?” The woman replied in turn, unpacking her groceries from the plastic bags she had brought them home in.

“”Ayala I’m getting some weird static on my end. Everything alright?“” The man inquired, a clear note of concern evident in his voice. The woman reacted to this by offering a tired laugh. 

She stopped messing with her groceries in order to make it easier for him to hear her.

“Just putting away some groceries, Logan. Everything’s fine.” Ayala explained, taking a moment to lean her arms against her counter so that she could try to rub the sleepiness out of her eyes.

“”Groceries. Yes. Good. Yaa-aaaa - alright, real quick - real talk. You feeling alright? Any jet lag? Is the house okay? Did they ever send that housekeeper out to make sure the place was clean?“” Logan inquired, shooting off a whole mess of questions in quick succession as they popped into his mind. The rapid fire questioning only proved to coax an additional tired laugh from the woman, who allowed herself a moment to lay her chest down upon the counter.

“Logan, I’m fine. Just some standard jet lag, so y’know. I am a little tired. But the house is fine. Inside is pretty clean, so it looks like they sent that housekeeper. Would’ve been nice for them to get back to me about it, though. I really thought I was about to come inside and a family of dust bunnies gettin’ busy.” Ayala responded, cracking something of a joke towards the end. Her joke thankfully didn’t fall on deaf ears, given the slight chuckle that sounded over the line.

“”Yeah, well, that’s good at least - but hey, I’m gonna have to let you go. It's a quarter to midnight and a certain someone might have a cow if they catch me on the line with you. I’ll call you sometime tomorrow.“” Logan stated, quickly establishing that he needed to get off the phone before his spouse caught him on the line. Having been informed that his friend had indeed made it home safe, he would finally be able to sleep.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t let them bully you too much now. Goodnight~” Ayala mused, teasing her friend just a bit before pressing that magic button to end the call. With that task done, she resumed putting away the groceries. 

She hadn’t bought much. A gallon of milk, some meat, and some vegetables. She had just made a quick stop at a small shop along the way to make sure she’d have something in her house to eat for breakfast. After having spent so long on the road, there was absolutely no rush in getting back in the car first thing in the morning. So she’d made sure to grab enough to give her the chance to decompress at home. 

Once that was over and done with, the last task of the night was to go ahead and let a bit of fresh air in. The musty air had admittedly started to get to her. For as clean as the house looked, it certainly smelt as if it hadn't had a proper clean in months. 

First she cracked open the small window in the kitchen. She had to use a key to do so. The mechanical locks all needed to be manually unlocked. 

With the kitchen window open, she proceeded to make her way towards the living room. 

Given that trying to find a key hole in the dark was all but impossible, she naturally turned on the light. Then something peculiar caught the corner of her eye. Just as she flipped the switch she spotted it. 

Slight movement caught her attention. 

She turned, expecting to spot a bug or maybe even a rat scurrying up the wall. But that was not what she encountered. 

Admittedly, she struggled to process exactly what it was. 

At first she thought it was some sort of statue. Not that a statue would have any reason to be in her house.

Then came the terrifying realization of what she was looking at. 

Not a statue, but a machine. A machine that had no business being in her home. The urge to scream rose in her throat as she locked eyes with the animatronic.

Then came the pain. 

She found herself laying face down upon the cold, unforgiving wood of her Livingroom floor. 

An intense pain resonated from her arm. 

From her chest. 

At first she thought that she’d only been winded. Knocked down by the sudden movement of the machine as it reacted to her presence. Then she became acutely aware of the fact that she could not breathe. 

There was an intense pressure on her chest. 

She had not fallen. Something unseen was holding her down. She panicked, rightfully so, but there was nothing she could do. Whatever it was that had restrained her, it held firm. 

She could not move.

Her heart rate increased as her vision became spotty. 

She could see the unknown machine moving beside her. She could hear it speaking, but in her panic she could not focus on the words.

The voice changed. Her ability to hear became distorted by the lack of air. 

For a moment, she thought there might be two voices. 

But it was so hard to focus on anything beyond the urge to breathe. 

The pain in her arm quickly became a figment of her own imagination as the suffocating feeling overwhelmed her. 

Building and building. 

Agonizing. 

Then. 

Nothing.

[goldengoddess]

i worry about you - kaz brekker

request: ok what about kaz sending inej to check up on his s/o every night and then his s/o catches inej one day and confronts kaz about it and he basically admits he gets worried about them and needs to know they’re okay before he lets himself fall asleep

a/n: this was kind of cute and very in character for kaz so i love it <3

warnings: none i think 

at first you hadn’t noticed it. you hadn’t really picked up on the fact that every other night inej would walk you to your room at the slat or that she would knock on your door for something random like, ‘oh what time are we getting up tomorrow morning’. inej’s sudden interest in your nightly routine and nightly where abouts hadn’t made you suspicious, the two of you were good friends after all.

but then, on the nights that inej didn’t stop by your room, you felt like you were being watched. you would pace around your room, open and close the door after checking if someone was standing outside, and you’d make sure the blinds of your windows where closed every night.

then one night, you caught her. maybe she was being clumsy that night or maybe you had been so paranoid recently that you were able to notice the Wraith’s movements.

“inej come out of the shadows please” you had sternly said, your arms firmly crossed across your chest.

you heard a small sigh and then suddenly inej materialized from the shadows. she wore a sheepish grin like a child who was caught taking candy after dinner.

“hey y/n what are you doing here” she lightly joked.

you almost let yourself smile, this girl. but you kept your fake stern face on, “inej, what are you doing in my room? it’s almost midnight and i saw you like an hour ago.”

she let out another sigh. she thought for a moment. and the spoke, “look i was just checking in on you. you seemed sort of down at dinner and i wanted to make sure everything was okay, honestly.”

you had let yourself smile at her then. it was so sweet that she had noticed.

really, you had been bummed out all night because kaz seemed to be in and even worse mood than usual and his moods always affected yours.

“i’m okay inej, just an odd night. i appreciate the fact that you checked in, but for future reference, i’m perfectly okay if you decide to use my door like a normal person”

she grinned while walking backwards to your window, “you know that’s not my style y/n.” and then she flipped out the window like the spider she was.

but that wasn’t inej’s last visit. and she didn’t use the door like you’d told her too. now that you knew to look out for her, it was easier to notice when she slipped into your room and then slipped out.

she’d stay for a couple of seconds and then leave. in and out like a ghost, leaving no trail of her being there. but now that you’d seen her you couldn’t un see her. and this wasn’t some friendly check in, you weren’t sad or in a bad mood every night. and she came into your room every night.

after about two weeks of this weird unexplainable routine of inej’s, you decided to say something.

you were sitting on your bed reading when you let out an exasperated sigh and closed the book. you blew some hair away from your face before saying, “saints inej please come out.”

you got deja vu as she walked out of the darkness. “you heard me again?” she said to you, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

you shook your head, “i’ve been able to tell every time you’re in here since the last time i caught you. don’t forget you’re not the only spy here Wraith.”

she stayed silent, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“tell me why you’re here. why you sneak into my room every night” you said.

she took a seat on your bed next to you. “i’m checking in on you” is all she gave you.

you threw your hands up in frustration, “why inej. you know i’m fine why do you feel the need to check in all of a sudden. are you okay?”

she laughed at your concern, leaning her head on your shoulder. “im checking in because kaz told me to check in on you.”

you pushed her off of you in shock, “kaz brekker? the kaz that we’re both friends with ? both work with?”

she nodded her head, “the one and only.”

you shook your head in disbelief, “why would kaz ask you to do that?”

she shrugged and pushed herself off the bed, shuffling towards the window. “i’m not sure. he told me to do is a few months ago and-”

“months?!” you interject.

“-and he takes it very seriously. i always have to go upstairs and tell him everything is okay.”

you were confused to say the least, you didn’t understand why kaz would ask inej to check on you every night. so you stayed silent. inej took that as her cue to leave, slipping out the window the same way she had weeks before.

you waited a few minutes. you mulled over your thoughts and memories, looking for any reason that kaz might need to know your location at night. had you done something wrong ? did he suspect you were betraying him? you felt a little hurt at the thought. you and kaz were close, closer than he was with the rest of the crows. he should know that you would never leave the dregs, they had saved your life. kaz had saved your life.

you shook your head and walked out of your room. why not just ask? it couldn’t hurt right? kaz may never give a straight answer in his life but maybe he would tell inej to back off.

by the time you made it to his door you were slightly angry, possibly annoyed. what right did kaz have to spy on you using one of your own friends. was there no such thing as privacy ?

you knocked on the door and waited for kaz’s ‘come in’ to step into his room/office.

he was sitting at his desk, hunched over a couple of accounting books from the crow club. you knew him well enough to know he was double checking every transaction to make sure there were no mistakes.

he looked up and pushed the papers away from him when he realized it was you. “oh y/n, it’s you.”

you huffed and walked over to him, standing in front of his desk. “yeah it’s me. i need to talk to you about something.”

he leaned back in his chair, motioning with his arms for you to go on.

you took a deep breath, “why have you asked inej to check on me every night?”

his eyes went wide slightly, and he sat up straight in his chair. all of his relaxed energy gone.

you went on, “because frankly it’s disrespectful. i don’t do anything that would make you suspicious of me. you know i would never leave or betray the dregs. so why do you ask my friend of all people to check on my location at night time kaz this is an invasion of my space and i can’t-”

“that is not why inej checks in on you” he interrupts.

you placed your hands on your hips. “okay so tell me brekker, why do you need inej to check in on me?”

he ran a hand through his hair. it kind of seemed like he was having an internal battle with himself.

“because i worry about you.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, your eyebrows creasing in confusion. “what?”

he was staring at his gloved hands, anywhere but you. “i worry about you. i want to make sure you get home okay or that you’re relaxed. i don’t make her check because i think you’re out working with another gang. i ask her to check to make sure you’re safe. especially if you came back from a job.”

you stayed silent for a minute. you had come in here ready for a fight, not this. you were prepared to fight or endure kaz’s passive aggressive energy for a couple of hours, you most definitely hadn’t prepared yourself for his honesty.

“but why would you want to know i was safe?”

he chucked darkly. “it’s not that i want to. i need to. unless i know you’re okay i can’t sleep. i’ll stay up for hours overthinking your job and how i wasn’t sure if i had seen you at dinner or playing cards with jesper. and then my mind wanders into all of the things that could have happened to you or could be happening to you. so inej tells me when you’re in your room safe and not in pain and only then can i fall asleep.”

neither of you said a word. you fidgeted with your fingers as a distraction. you were in shock. you were flattered. the blush on your cheeks far too hot. you were feeling so much.

but mostly you felt loved and cherished by kaz.

so you said, “sometimes when you’re in a mood. i get in a mood. it’ll ruin my whole night because i know for the rest of my day i’ll worry about you. and whether you’re feeling better or not. thinking about what made you pissed in the first place. thinking about all of the people who could make you happy in that moment.”

he deserved your vulnerability back.

when it became clear that kaz wasn’t going to say anything, you made your way to his door.

“wait”

you paused at the door

“i’ll tell inej to back off”

you turned towards him and he was finally looking at you.

you smiled at him, “thank you kaz.” you paused for a moment. “maybe tomorrow night, and the night after that, and the night after that, i’ll come in here and say good night? right after my jobs and when i’m heading to bed. would that be okay?”

if he needed the reassurance that you were okay to sleep, then you would happily climb two flights of stairs to give him that peace of mind.

plus you couldn’t deny the excitement you felt at the prospect of saying good night to kaz.

kaz had a small grin on his face too. “yeah,” he whispered, “that would be fine.”

you opened the door and before you lost your courage you said, “and kaz. you can always come down to my room to say goodnight. i like knowing you’re safe too.”

you stepped through the door and closed it behind you.

“good night brekker” you called out behind you.

[plus-size-reader]

Weird

Stu Macher x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2755 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Stu developing a little bit of a thing for Randy’s coworker at the video store

Just a weird little thing my brain cooked up, with not too much intricate plot to speak of. 

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He’d been staring at you for an hour.

If he didn’t knock it off soon, Stu was sure that it would start to get creepy but he couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t like he could just walk right up to you and start a conversation.

You probably wouldn’t even recognize him.

Besides, Stu wasn’t a super good conversationalist to begin with. He always got tongue tied and made inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times. There was no telling how it would go, especially with you.

Stu’d had his eye on you all this time, and while he had never had trouble making friends, it was different with you.

All he could do was walk around the aisles of the video store, doing his best to look busy as he browsed the video selection.

He had always liked movies, and wasted away plenty of  night watching tapes with his friends but as of late, the movies had little to nothing to do with his frequent visits to the Woodsboro rental, and everything to do with you.

At first, it was innocent.

One night while he and Billy were looking for a couple blockbusters to occupy their time, he noticed you behind the counter where he typically would have found Randy.

It should have ended there, but because Stu was Stu, of course it didn’t.

The next day at school, he had given his strangest friend the third degree about who the hottie in his place was and found out that you were new.

Randy didn’t know too much about you, other than the fact that you chewed gum the entire time you were on the floor and that your favorite movie was Frankenstein. 

It was hardly enough to get to know a person, but it seemed to appease the man enough to end the barrage of questions.

At least for a while.

It wasn’t until he came in six or seven times without his partner in crime that Randy started to get suspicious over just what Stu thought he was doing here. 

After all, he had a girlfriend, a very hot girlfriend, who he could be spending time with instead of stalking you at work.

Not that he actually went out of his way to ask the blonde right away.

While his being there so frequently definitely looked weird, there were plenty of explanations for what Stu could have been doing, and in all honesty, he kind of freaked Randy out.

Besides, if all he wanted to do was look through the VHS tapes, there wasn’t really anything he could do about it. Billy and Stu were both good customers and as long as they kept renting movies, it was all good.

If you just so happened to be there when he came in, that was just how it was.

After all, you worked there so you were bound to be there pretty often. That meant that, coupled with the amount of time Stu and Billy spent there looking for good stuff to watch, you were bound to run into them quite a bit.

There were a lot of regulars.

Woodsboro was a relatively small town and you got familiar with people’s faces, especially those you saw all the time, but that didn’t mean you really knew them. You had begun to recognize Randy’s friends, but they were little more than that to you.

Maybe that was why you seemed to be so oblivious to Stu’s constant attention on you. To you, he was just another customer, one that you were even less familiar with then most of the others because Randy handled all of their business.

You very rarely even interacted with them at all.

Not to mention that you were extra busy tonight with the murders and all that. The residents of this town had taken that terrible act as inspiration to have their own blood-soaked horror movie nights in the comfort of their own homes.

There were so many people here tonight that you weren't even sure you would have had time to notice any individual person at all.

You may not have had time, but Randy certainly did and he’d had enough.

Not only was what Stu was doing inappropriate because he had a girlfriend, but it just made Randy feel kind of weird. You were a really cool person, sometimes Stu would have known if he ever bothered to say hello to you, and you didn’t deserve to be gawked at while you were trying to work.

“You’ve been looking at that for a while, you need help deciding?” Randy asked, less than subtly catching Stu in the middle of his ogling, not that the latter seemed to care in the least. Randy worked with you all the time, surely he saw what Stu saw.

You were hot.

That wasn’t his fault.

All he did was notice.

“Nah man, I’m good” he hummed, even going as far as to wink at Randy, making it painfully obvious that he knew exactly what he knew. There was nothing wrong with checking out a cute girl, and if anything, he assumed that Randy was just jealous.

After all, Stu was sure that he hadn’t made a move on you yet.

“You know Y/N’s a person right? you could just go talk to her” Randy scoffed, snatching the tape from Stu before he could argue.

This whole thing had been going on for too long and it was starting to get ridiculous.

Stu didn’t say anything for a second as he thought over what Randy was proposing. It couldn’t have hurt to actually talk to you, even with as nice as just staring at you for the last hour or so had been.

There was a small chance Billy wouldn’t like it, with the threat it would pose to their long con it would pose, but when the blonde glanced over at his friend to find him chatting up a few girls of his own, he made up his mind.

It wasn’t like talking to you would be the end of the world or something. It was just a conversation and it was like Randy said, you were a person after all.

You had been stacking VHS tapes on the displays around the store for the last few hours, filling in gaps here and there, and by this point, it was like muscle memory. You didn’t really think about it as you put each case on the wall, hardly paying attention to your surroundings.

This was just supposed to be a job to help pass the time and give you a little bit more walking around money, and you didn’t get paid enough to cater to every customer's every need.

That kind of thing was much more up Randy’s alley, who treated this job like the greatest thing to ever happen to him. If someone had a question about a movie, you pointed them in his direction and kept on stacking.

...but that wasn’t always going to work.

Out of nowhere, you heard someone clear their throat behind you, too close to be directed at anyone that wasn’t you.

Naturally, having worked here for a while, you assumed that it was just someone with a question about where to find something and turned around. Helping people find the things they were looking for was literally your only job, after all.

What you could have never expected was Stu Macher, standing there with an almost expectant grin on his face.

“Can I help you find something?” you asked, practically reciting from the script you were given when you were hired here. He was probably looking for some movie full of Jamie Lee flashing her tits, just like every other guy around here was.

Whatever it was he needed though, he needed to get to it.

You had to restock all of these shelves with titles from the back, a task that would surely keep you here until midnight anyway. 

The longer he took to get to the point, the more behind you would be.

Besides, it wasn’t like he needed you specifically for that. He could have just as easily asked Randy for whatever horny horror fest he was searching for.

Not that such a simple idea had struck Stu in all the time he’d been here, doing whatever it was he was doing.

“I’m actually just looking,” he hummed, shrugging in a way that should have sent him back to where he had previously been browsing, if it hadn’t been for the fact that it was a complete and total lie. 

Stu was only here for one reason, and one reason alone.

He had to make a move.

If he didn’t, it was becoming clear that Randy was thinking about it and there was just no way the blonde was going to let that happen.

“You come here often?” he tried after a few seconds, letting himself lean a bit over you, consuming all the space that your height didn’t occupy.

It was quite the line, you had to give him that, not that it was anything other than awkward given his clumsy, goofy delivery and the dopey look on his face.

He wanted to be cool about this whole thing, and to come off mysterious and suave, like Billy always did, but it wasn’t working. Obviously, because as soon as he said it, you laughed.

You actually laughed.

It was hardly the reaction Stu had been expecting from you, or any guy could have expected under the circumstances, but he assumed it was better than you just shutting him down right off the bat.

At least if you were laughing, you weren’t walking away.

“What?” he laughed, an almost unsettled edge to his desperate attempt to salvage any part of this interaction. Given all the time that he’d had to prepare for what exactly it was he was going to say to you, it should have been much better than that.

...but you had to give him some credit.

As awkward as this was, he put himself out there in a way that took a lot of courage, courage that most guys around here didn’t have. Normally, they would just make some crude attempt at sexualizing you then call you fat when you rejected it.

Stu was already vastly ahead of the douchebags you were used to.

“Nothing, that's just much more of a line than I was expecting, Randy put you up to it?” you questioned, catching sight of the way the male in question was gawking over at the two of you, not even bothering to pretend he wasn’t snooping.

It wouldn’t have surprised you if he set it all up to be funny, but Stu didn’t seem to find the same understanding. In fact, he was almost insulted by the idea of what you were suggesting. Like he couldn't just hit on a pretty girl without a reason?

He’d done it plenty of times before without cause.

“Nah, I just wanted to get to know you a little better” he shrugged, continuing to talk even as you leaned down to gather a few of the movies from the storage boxes, headed to the rom com section to stock them on the shelves.

It was sweet, in a strange way.

He was really weird, you couldn’t act like he wasn’t, but there was also something about him that was almost endearing.

“Well, I’m a captive audience until six so ask away” you allowed, a small smile on your face as you tried to focus on doing your job while also maintaining a conversation with the man in front of you. You were trying really hard to keep it as professional as possible, but it wasn’t exactly easy.

After all, he was laying it on pretty thick, making it overly clear just how interested in you he was even though he was trying to convey an air of casualness.

“Okay, what’s your favorite movie?” came Stu’s voice again, accompanied by the tapping of his fingers on the shelf.

You thought over his question for a second or so, doing your best to figure out what he wanted you to say before you decided to just go with it. Talking to Stu wasn’t the worst thing you would have to do today, and based on how it was going, it might actually help pass the time.

At least he was entertaining.

“It depends on what genre you’re looking at, I guess. I like all kinds of stuff” you decided, standing up briefly to find him leaning over the shelf separating the two of you, his face in his hand.

If nothing else, he certainly seemed to be pretty enthralled with this conversation.

It was something you didn’t get super often, and it would be a lie to say that it didn’t feel nice to have someone so interested in every single word that fell from your lips.

It was no wonder he was so popular.

“I’ve always been a horror guy myself. Like any of those?” he asked, tapping his fingers gingerly on the shelf as he spoke, syncing up his words rather nicely as he grinned at you. He was hoping, not so secretly, that you did.

As much as he was clearly attracted to you, his obsession with gore was a big part of Stu’s life and he didn’t want to miss out on it in any way.

It would just be a huge bonus if you liked watching them with him, so that you could watch them together for date nights and stuff.

It would be a good time, not to mention the fact that he and Billy only ever really did that.

“Yeah, I do. That’s actually why I started working here” you informed, thinking about just how quickly you had applied for this job once you found out they were hiring. Of all the places you could work in this town, it just felt like the place.

It was perfect.

“That’s great, I was hoping you'd say that” Stu allowed, smiling at you as he thought about it. All in all, this was going a lot better than he could have ever assumed and now that he knew he could check the horror block with you too, he was thrilled.

You couldn't have been more perfect for him.

“Maybe we could watch some sometime, at my folks place?” he offered, a twinkle in his eye as he finally got to the point that he’d been waiting for all this time.

The two of you had never really had a conversation alone before now, because his friends were always tagging along. However, it wasn’t as if he’d made too bad a first impression, as strange as he was.

You were kind of lost as to what could have brought this on so suddenly but watching a movie or two at his house couldn’t have been the end of the world.

He was harmless, and besides, it could have been fun to get to know him better.

You stopped, straightening up to look him in the face, that same sly grin there that he hadn’t been able to wipe off his face in this entire time.

“Yeah, we can do that. You can just get my number from Randy and call sometime” you smiled, turning back away to finish up the last of the box from the back. The sooner you finished this up, the sooner you could start cleaning up from the rush.

For you, it was a simple enough suggestion. Randy and the rest of your coworkers all had your telephone number and seeing as they were pretty close, it would just be easier for him to get it there. 

If your manager found out you were flirting on the job, you would never hear the end of it.

Though, for Stu, it was far less innocent. He had only really just interacted with you in this new way but now that he had, he wasn’t exactly a huge fan of Randy already having your number.

Especially not knowing how much the male in question likes you.

“Cool, cool, I’ll talk to you later then” Stu nodded, turning around to find Randy still watching intently. He seemed to really think that he had a shot but now that Stu had made up his mind, there was no way he was ever going to let that happen.

You were too good for him to just let you go so easily.

[potatothots]

Autumn

Genre: Horror, Thriller

Rating: PG/Teen

Pairings: dark!Winter Soldier x Reader

Warnings: death, inaccurate versions of mythological[1] creatures, blood, obsessive!winter soldier, dark!winter soldier, body modification

Part of my What are You? series!

Note - I'm not your guardian. You read what you want. I can't stop you. If you don't heed the warnings, too bad for you, not me. 

[1]I like mythology. I also like making up my own.

Potatos aren’t the best at editing their own work. I’ve been writing this over and over until I’m basically pissed off at it, but I like it at the same time. So…enjoy!

The hike from our cars into the woods to see the graveyard was supposed to be filled with laughter and spooky revelry. Halloween had us all drunk on the scares. I can’t remember whose idea it was, but we decided the best idea for the kick-off of an All Hallows’ Eve party was to visit an abandoned graveyard. In our costumes. I might have been wearing flats with my witch costume, but at twenty I hadn’t realized that cute flats do not mean comfort. 

The crude map we found on the Internet had long proved useless. Cary and Beth decided it was too creepy after a mile and went back to the car. Glenn, Sean, and I continued on. We finally stumbled upon the site. It was hidden in a clearing with a rotten iron fence desperate to keep the surrounding life away. The mist clung heavily in the air. The tombstones were crumbling under the weight of time. It was cliche and not as scary with the sunlight still poking through the trees. It was beautiful, however. I started taking pictures when I heard Glenn say he’d go get the other two girls and for Sean to protect me from the serial killers. 

Except as the sun started to set I realized I was alone. I thought it was a joke at first. How could it be anything else? Monsters aren’t real and Sean was known to be the prankster among us. I kept calling out for him. I walked around the small graveyard and wove myself between the trees to look for him. I wish I could say it was eerily silent, but the wind rustled through the dead leaves. The few animals around made noise as they went to hide from me as I walked. 

I kept checking the time on my phone. After ten minutes I gave up. I walked back to the graveyard and huffed in annoyance. 

“Sean, this isn’t some 80’s slasher flick. Come on, we have that party.” I called out. When I got no response I tried again. “I’m cold and the sun’s setting. We should get back to the car and see where the others are.”

There was a weird gurgling noise behind me. Like an inhale of air caught in bubbling water. I turned and saw Sean and someone seemingly cloaked in shadow. The man had a hand around Sean’s neck so tightly the boy’s face was turning pale. 

I should have run for help right then and there. I now know Sean was dead before I even saw it. 

“Hey!” I yelled, “Let him go!” Anger laced in my words as I stormed over to them. 

Sean’s arms were limp at his sides. His head lulled in the man’s grip. I didn’t understand what I was seeing. The man had inhuman strength to hold up a human just by the neck. His arm, however, kept catching my eye. There was a swirling, faint glow that made an outline of a well-muscled human arm.

“I said - “ I balled up my fist and struck at the man, “Let him go!” 

I felt my knuckles collide with his face. It hurt me, but it must’ve hurt him, too. He dropped my friend and staggered back. The darkness around him faded and I could see him fully. He had espresso dark hair that fell almost to his shoulders. The warm-colored skin on his face was marred with a red print of my fist on his cheek under eyes dark as the midnight sky. 

His ethereal hand reached up to touch his cheek, his face is unreadable except for the raised eyebrow. I wanted to say he was confused, but he didn’t sound that way when he spoke. He laughed. It started as a low chuckle and then got louder. Pissed, I punched him again. This time in his mouth. My knuckles came back bloody, but so was his bottom lip. All he did was grin while he licked the blood off his mouth.

Looking back on it, I really wish I had run for help. I might not have survived the evening. Glenn had gone missing and Cary had watched as Beth had died of a savage attack from the same strange man. At least if I hadn’t survived I wouldn’t have spent two years in a mental health facility and a lifetime of therapy to get stable again. 

If I hadn’t survived, I wouldn’t have to deal with him haunting me now.

—

There’s no chill in the air here where I live now. Autumn might come and go with little thought in the minds of people if it weren’t for football, pumpkin spice, and leaves turning brown. As I sit by my window and look down onto the street I dream of a cold wind on my cheeks that makes them burn. A fire that spreads through the mountains’ trees in shades of reds, golds, and oranges. I rest my head on my window that’s chilled by the air conditioner and sigh. It’s mid-October. The trees are still green. Flowers bloom and greet the sun with happy faces. Even the cemetery across the street looks lively with the pert foliage growing like weeds. 

It’s beautiful here. It’s why I live here. My bakery thrives in this small town.

But, something about autumn has always captivated me. It’s the start of beginnings. The old falls off, it dies away and leaves space for the new things to come. My mind wanders back to all the vacations in the mountains. To the years I spent living there. I love it here, yet something still haunts me. It hurts. It’s not the call of promise, but of surrender. I’m restless to ignore it so I turn in for the night. 

…Men and women dance in a masquerade ball. Gold-tipped autumn-dipped leaves dance to the slow tunes of a dying song. My red, rose-adorned dress seems too lively for this court. The king, his steel crown glistening like ice, wears an obsidian half skull mask and the black of the night around his eyes. He stands statuesque and surveys his kingdom that he stole with cold-blooded murder disguised as a war for liberty. He might have lost an arm, but he gained an endless following. I can feel myself being pulled to him. He takes my hand in his eerily cold, magical one that was made to replace the one lost. He leads me to the dance floor. I can’t look away from the stone eyes; so alive with want and so dead with life... 

…I’m running from oppressive darkness. It’s bitter and stings when my heart beats. The beautiful leaves float around me. Begging me to stay forever in soft whispers through the trees. I kick off my heels. I have to get away. The faster I move, however, the faster the wind rips at my cheeks. Drops of blood can’t stain a ball gown so red…

…I stop where bits of green earth struggle to survive under my feet. It’s barely soft, but it wraps around my exposed toes. The warmth radiates into my body. The foliage caught upon the wind crashes into the door of the house in front of me. The cabin looks mossy and damp. More of a well-loved Hobbit hovel than a human house. Archaic symbols mar the wood along the outside of the cabin. 

I reach for the door. I can feel the homey warmth like a soft blanket enveloping me. 

“Don’t go,” the man with the ice crown whispers in my ear.

I turn to retort, but he’s standing far behind me. Waiting at the fence line. Unallowed to cross physically, but I feel him near me. His eyes bore into me with the weight of his question. His want. Oppressive and obsessive, it’s turned into a deadly need. 

I can’t give him the forever he always asks for.

“You always play this game, but you always come back to me.” The man speaks. He paces at the fence’s edge like a predator calculating his next move. His steps rot the bits of green that had managed to grow outside of the fence. “You want me. I can feel it, just as I know you can.”

I shake my head. Brushing the hair out of my face, I sigh. “I don’t want what you can give me.”

“We can be one together, forever. No one can offer you this. I can give you everything.”

“It’s selfish and I don’t want it.” I retorted. “You're nothing but cruel. You kill everything and everyone I love. I'll never spend forever with you. I’d rather be lonely.”

I pick up my skirts and turn back to the house. I can hear him speaking, low, growling. I don’t understand the language. I never do when he speaks it. It’s alien to me, unlike the protective words I’ve learned and scratched into my mind’s cabin that protect me from him. Hearing him now I wish I did. It's not until I hear him speak English do I look back at him.

“Then I will freely give you my greatest gift to show you how different I can be. Turning over a new leaf, as it were. Just for you.”

His mask is off and shows his beautiful face. Sharp, blue eyes, skin sun-kissed with a hint of fresh peach, chocolate hair flickering around his shoulders like feathers. He looks not like the death he holds dominion over. But his heart and mind are twisted rotting roots intertwined for so long they’re destroying one another. 

“Autumn happens every year, my love. Fall is the season for fresh starts.” 

He smiles. It fills me with dread. Especially with those words so similar to my thoughts. The wind picks up again. Beautiful, fiery leaves flicker through the air. Air traces across her cheeks like a caress. 

“What are you? Truly? Why do you keep hounding me?”

His ability to haunt me in my dreams even though I was thousands of miles away from my old home bothered me. I never accepted any of his advances. Not even when he offered to help me overcome the trauma he caused - as if allowing him to own me could erase the images burned into the back of my eyes.

“I am whatever you want me to be. Truly. Whoever you want, I can be that for you.” 

The edge of his mouth curled down at my scoff.

“Fine.” He narrowed his eyes. 

The creeping darkness he commanded slithered towards him from the dead forest around him. The temperature plummeted until it hurt. This is why he’s called the Winter Solider: He commands Siberian-like temperatures from the oppressive and bleak shadows.

“If I must endure this game of yours, love, then we shall have eternity to do it under my rules.”

The murky tendrils of his power shoot forward from his ghostly hand. It hits me right in my chest. It feels like my heart stops. Alarm bells ring in my ears. He’s never been able to get past the fence before. Is he getting stronger? …Am I getting weaker? The moment it beats again I fall to my knees, gasping for air. I will not give in. I will never…

—

I wake to the smell of decaying debris and moldy dirt. The wetness clings to me like a second skin. I pull myself up from the ground. Confused, I look around me. I’m on the floor in my room. I rush to shower, wanting to get the musty smell off me. Dressed, I go enjoy my coffee on my window perch downstairs and wait for my food to cook. The punctual sun is high in the sky. The outside world looks the same. Green, lively. Calm. My neighbor passes by on her morning run. The kids next door scramble onto the school bus.

When the bus passes I notice a new car at the house across the street. It had been vacant for months, then without any warning torn down and rebuilt. 

“Must be new neighbors,” I muse to myself before I sip my coffee. 

The car is nice. A sleek black something that would have all the attention on and off the road. A man got out in simple jeans and a tee and went to the front door. His dark hair was pulled into a loose bun at the nape of his neck. He looked built from behind. If this was the only view I’d ever have of him I wouldn’t mind. I watched him unlock his door and leave it ajar to put some boxes he’d carried inside. 

When he turned around I dropped my coffee as my body went rigid from fear.

[jenomark]

•FRIENDS WITH•

➔Pairing: Jaemin x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: Mentions of Jeno ➔Genre: Romance & Angst & Smut ➔Warnings: Sex, Drinking, A lot of pining etc. ➔Word count: 4,338

➔Summary: Three best friends. One is your ex, the other is someone you've been in love with for a long time, and the third friend is you. You're a mess, but you're trying your best to find your way back to where you belong.

When you opened the door, Jaemin was there, just like he’d always been. Standing on your front porch, with one hand in his pocket, and the other below his heart, as if he had trouble keeping it in place. He was wearing loose fitting sweatpants, and a white t-shirt that left little to the imagination.

“Were you sleeping?” you asked.

“I was tossing and turning before you called,” he said, leaning against the doorway. “May I come in?”

Jaemin had always walked into your house uninvited. He never knocked, normally never announced his presence. Sometimes, you would come home from work, and he would be sitting on your couch eating all of your food, feet up on the table, a lazy smile on his face. It was like he lived with you, coming and going as he pleased, a piece of furniture in your life. But this time, he didn’t waltz past you like he owned the place. He asked for your permission first. There was something about that permission that sat like dead weight at the bottom of your stomach.

“I wouldn’t have called if…” you said, trailing off.

What else could you really say? I wouldn’t have called if Jeno hadn’t dumped me. Jeno, you know him, right? Our other best friend.

Jaemin stood underneath the porch light, the glow morphing his sweet features into stone. His jaw clenched and unclenched, as it often did when he was thinking too much. When you moved aside to grant his permission, he smiled and slipped by you without saying much. The hairs on his arm brushed against yours.

That is when the tears started to fall.

You followed him through the darkness of your home. It had been yours for over a year now, but it felt as much his as it did yours. You hadn’t thought to turn on any of the lights. You came home and immediately called him, because Jaemin always knew how to take care of you. You had sat in the darkened hallway, sprawled across the stairs, until Jaemin pulled up in his car.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“Why are you sorry?” he asked.

He turned on your lights as he went, each knob or pull of a string easy for him to find. You caught sight of your reflection in a picture frame on the fireplace and turned away. You didn’t want to know what he could see. You already knew what kind of woman would be staring back.

“It’s late, “ you said.

He laughed, “It’s barely midnight, my love.”

“You were sleeping.”

“I wasn’t sleeping well.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, again.

Jaemin turned and looked at you in the light for the first time. You had left your shoes in the car, so you were barefoot. You’d been crying for what felt like hours, eyes feeling like they were swollen shut. You were dressed in one of Jeno’s t-shirts that was too big on your frame. If you moved, you could still smell Jeno all around you.

“Let's get you cleaned up,” he said.

Once the tears started, they wouldn’t stop. Jaemin reached up to wipe them away, his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw before they began to roll down your neck. As he ushered you to your bedroom, he didn’t ask what happened. He had enough respect for you and Jeno not to ask. You knew deep down that his anger fought against him, told him not to react. He once said it was his duty as a best friend to hurt all of the boys who hurt you, but no one ever told him what to do if the boy who hurt you was his best friend, too.

You changed into pajamas and watched trashy reality television until you thought he was asleep. You curled your legs underneath you on the couch and watched him a little while longer. You watched his chest rise and fall, his t-shirt lightly clinging to his chest. He was a busy man, but he would drop anything for his friends. You continually felt like you didn’t deserve him.

“You deserve better, you know,” he said, peering at you through his half-opened eyes, his eyelids heavy with sleep.

“I’m not sure that’s true,” you whispered.

Jaemin stretched his hands over his head. You couldn’t keep your eyes from wandering over to the little sliver of his exposed stomach. You couldn’t keep any thoughts from wondering what it would feel like to kiss him there, letting your lips trail below the waistband of his sweatpants.

He hadn’t dated anyone for nearly two years. He said it was because no women approached him, but you had a theory that he was lying through his teeth. Jaemin had always been a good-looking guy. His kind eyes and weird sense of humor made women fall for him as quickly as they met him. He was single because it was his choice.

“The guys you date are awful,” he said.

“Even Jeno?” you asked.

Though it was dark again, and all you could see were parts of his face illuminated by the television, you could tell he was irritated.

“What kind of man do I deserve?” you found yourself asking out loud.

Part of you wanted him to say that you deserved him. You held onto the hope that you could be with each other one day, that you had simply fallen in love with the wrong friend. Best friends shouldn’t hope for that. It felt greedy to want that life with him.

“I don’t know,” he said. You could practically hear his smile in his words. “Someone who is kind and funny, and knows how beautiful you are. He has to like the things you like.”

You laughed, burying your head in my arms. Jaemin laughed along with you, humming a song you’d been in love with since you were a kid, and twisting his hips around on your couch. It always baffled you how easily he could recall things you’d told him years ago.

“I can think of a million people like that, Jaem.”

“Yeah?” he asked, raising one eyebrow. “Well, they’re not good people, and they certainly don’t deserve my girl.”

You both fell silent, staring at anything around the room but each other. You placed your feet on the floor and leaned your back against the couch.

Do you know how hard it is to realize for the first time that you love someone? It’s not like you can admit it, pack up all of your baggage, take them by the hand, and push your way into a future of bliss. They have to want you back. You have to fight for it. And there are consequences.

Truth be told, you wouldn’t have chosen Jeno at all if Jaemin had loved you back when it was time to. But you did choose him, and you can’t rewind your life to a place in the movie where everyone is happy and everything is right.

“I’m looking in the wrong places, huh?” you asked him. “ I settled. How many times can I do this to myself? How many times can both of us waste our lives sitting on this couch waiting for something to happen?”

“ I like it here,” he said, patting the cushions. “Your couch is my second bed, and you have great snacks.”

You wanted to laugh, but felt tears welling up again. You angled your body so that you were facing him. His eyes were trained on you, but there was no laugh caught on the edge of his lips, and no smile reaching his eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” was all he said.

You and Jaemin fell into a post-breakup routine. You would hang out when he was on break from filming music videos, and you would never talk about what happened until the next time another man broke your heart. He cracked jokes all day to cheer you up, and you laughed until it hurt. Your time together ended before the sun went down, and he would always hug you goodbye a second too long. And you loved those hugs. Being close to him meant feeling what it would be like if you could hug him whenever you wanted. He held you tightly, wrapping his arms all the way around your body. It left you breathless.

Sometimes, you would visit him on set, avoiding Jeno by a mile, and sitting by Jaemin just to be near him. He always got so lost in the monitoring that he forgot you were there. He did this thing where his face would get serious, concentration turning it to stone. You always had to break him out of the spell and remind him to eat something to keep his energy.

Jaemin is and will always be your best friend. You loved him like a best friend. When it began to feel like more, you needed him more. You felt a little bit like you were constantly reaching out for his hand; it just always fell short. And then there were times when you would push him away. You don’t know why you did it.

“You should date more, “ you said. “ Let a girl wine and dine you.”

He laughed. “I don’t need to date , and I certainly don't need to get drunk to have a good time. That's what I have you for.”

“I’m being serious, Jaem.”

He looked up from his mc hosting script. “I know you are, but the question is why you’re being serious with me?”

Because I am mindlessly in love with you, and I am terrified of what it means for me. If you fall in love with someone else, I can just say that it wasn’t meant to be and move on. I don’t want to face the truth that you might never love me back.

“I’ve always wanted to double date,” you said lamely. “It sounds fun.”

“It sounds horrible. How about I swing by after work with a pizza and some nice cola, and we make fun of everyone that’s hurt us?” he asked. “Double dating a slice of spicy pizza isn’t a bad idea. ”

“Sure,” you said.

Your routine was full-proof if you wanted to spend the rest of your life watching reality television with your crush while you thought about burying your face into his chest.

“Have you thought about dating again?” he asked. “You and Jeno seem alright now. You can almost stand to be in the same room together.”

It had been months since you and Jeno broke up, and it was the first time Jaemin had brought him up in a while. The other night, you returned Jeno’s t-shirt to him and talked about how you felt the night he broke up with you. Although your initial friendship would never be the same, you felt like everything would be okay.

“Dating is a bad idea for me.” you said.

“Why not? You can’t sit on the couch for the rest of your life, darling.” he smirked.

Jaemin always stepped so delicately around your dating life, but there was something in his eyes that was reckless and uncaring. He was pushing you, and you weren't sure how you should push back.

“Why have a boyfriend when I have you?” you blurted. Fuck. “I mean, because you...do..things”

He looked up at you, again. The silence in the room was awkward. All you could do from setting yourself on fire was act like a spot on the wall was more important than the entire conversation.

“I..do..things?” he asked.

“No.”

“No I don’t do...things?”

You shook your head. Unfortunately, it left him more confused than ever.

Jaemin said your name, and the way he said it made you feel dizzy. It was like he was pleading with you to finally tell the truth, to admit what you really meant by it. It should have been the moment when you confessed that you were head over heels in love with him, and that it was never going to be about Jeno again.

“I should go,” you said, picking up your bag.

You were scared that if you looked at him and saw the disappointment on his face, you would cry. You knew it was there. You could feel it coming at you in waves.

“See you later tonight?” you asked, popping a thin smile on my lips.

You hovered around the doorway. Jaemin cleared his throat and said, “Actually, I just remembered that I can’t. I have a lot of work to do.”

You nodded and left, hating yourself for not saying anything else.

You hadn’t spoken much in a month. You created the ripple that disturbed the whole dynamic. You felt like you had embarrassed him by suggesting he was yours to claim. Of course he wasn’t yours. He wouldn’t ever be yours. Look at you.

You had been going on dates with a man whose name didn’t matter. He was nice enough, but you didn’t think you would make it past date two. He seemed too into his hair, and he didn’t truly think you were funny. He laughed at your jokes too easily, just like Jeno did, which somehow bothered you. Jaemin would have told you the truth- that you were trying too hard.

I think I am trying too hard. I’m trying too hard to forget him, but he’s all I fucking think about. The way he licks his lips before he talks, and how his humor is always so self-deprecating, but so damn witty. How he’ll dance to anything just to make even the sourest of people smile. He’s the kind of man that is intelligent one moment but extremely stupid the next. He is the kind of man that makes people fall in love with themself.

“You look good,” the mystery date man said, breaking your reverie. He opened the car door for you and checked his watch, impatiently. “I think we might be late for the reservation.”

“Sorry for taking so long to get ready. I sometimes forget what I’m doing.” you said.

“We’ll have to eat somewhere else,” he said.

He put his hand on your thigh when you got into the car. You let it rest there for a few seconds before you shifted your body and he got the hint.

“You look really nice tonight.” he said.

“Thank you so much.” you smiled.

The mystery man was decent looking, if you liked the type of man who looks like he canoes for fun. He was stable, which was good. You could tell he would be a great man for some girl one day, and that maybe she would like getting fingerbanged in the front seat of a car from the 1990's.

When he started the car, he was still looking at you adoringly. You felt like you were being mentally skinned alive from his stare, so you looked away.

“Oh my God.” you said.

The mystery man's eyes snapped to your line of sight. Standing in the gleam of the headlights was Jaemin. His white dress shirt was untucked from his pants, and his tie was shoved into the pocket of his dinner jacket. He stood with one hand on his hip. In his other hand, he held an empty bottle of wine.

“Holy shit, is that a kpop idol?” the mystery man asked.

“In the flesh,” you said, bewildered.

He rolled down his window and yelled, “What’s up, man?”

By the way Jaemin was standing, you could tell he was drunk. He didn’t need to have the evidence stuffed into his right hand. Drunk Jaemin was a show to behold. He didn’t drink much, or ever, but when he did, he usually ended up hurting himself from doing something stupid.

“Get out of the car,” Jaemin said, pointing at the mystery man.” I’m gonna kick your ass, man.”

And there was the something stupid.

“What did he just say?” the mystery man asked.

“I believe he said, “Have a nice date!’,” you answered. “Please drive away now.”

“I’ll hit him with my car if I do.” the mystery man said. “He’s so drunk, look at him. Should I film this?”

“Holy fuck, no, you shouldn’t film this,” you said.

Jaemin got on his knees in front of the car and started crawling towards you. He was making animal noises and pawing at the ground. It wasn’t the weirdest thing Jaemin had done, but it was definitely going towards the top of the list.

“Jaemin, get up.” you shouted. “You’re going to hurt your knees.”

“I’m already hurt.” he shouted back.

“This guy is a legend,”the mystery man whispered.

You rolled your eyes and opened the car door. Jaemin looked up at you and found it too difficult, so he looked down at the ground.

“Up,” you said, sternly.

“Make me.” Jaemin said.

You snatched the bottle still clutched in his fist and threw it across your lawn. Like a petulant child, he got onto his feet and tried chasing after it. You blocked his path.

“Did you sleep with him?” Jaemin asked, trying to get around you.

You could feel red-hot heat creeping to your face. “That is none of your business.”

“You didn’t call me,” he said. “You call me, and I come running to save the day, but you didn’t. You didn’t call.”

“She doesn’t need saving” the mystery man said, waving his hand.

“You didn’t call,” Jaemin repeated.

“I’m not heartbroken,” you said, swallowing the large lump that formed in your throat.

“I am.” he said, touching his hand just below his heart. “Do you love him?”

You could feel a hysteric laugh bubbling to your throat. The situation was too damn funny to you. At the mention of love, the mystery man recoiled back into his car.

“I’m gonna go,” he said.

“Good idea,” you said. “I’m gonna sober up kpop guy. I’ll call you..or I won’t.”

You took Jaemin’s arm and led him up your front steps, never looking back. He groaned and clutched his head in pain.

“Good,” you said. “Maybe it will teach you a lesson.”

“Doubt it,” he grumbled.

You led him inside and thought of how different this was from months ago when he was the one taking care of you.

“Sit. I’ll get you some water and make up the couch for you.” you said.

You went into the kitchen and took a glass down from a shelf. You took a minute to collect myself, leaning your hip against the counter for support. Seeing Jaemin after a long period of time always brought the memories flooding back. You weren't angry with him, because there was no reason to be. You just couldn’t keep the pieces of yourself together when he looked at you like you caused him physical pain.

“You look pretty,” Jaemin said.

You turned around and saw that he was standing in the doorway, gripping the frame to keep from falling over.

“And I mean really pretty,” he said.

“Thanks.”

“I fucked up”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I ruined your date.”

“I didn’t like him, anyway.”

“He didn’t do... things?” Jaemin asked.

“No, Jaem. He didn’t do things.”

“You sound angry with me.”

“I’m just tired.”

“I’m sorry I’m drunk.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

He shuffled towards you. Under the fluorescent lights, his eyes were glassy and red. He couldn’t quite focus on your face. You filled up the glass of water and handed it to him. His fingers touched yours as he took the glass from you.

“I missed you,” he said.

You smiled and meant it. “You should rest tonight, keep hydrated, and we’ll talk about it in the morning before I leave for work.”

He nodded. “Okay. In the morning.”

Jaemin fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. You watched him from the bottom of the stairs. He was moaning in his sleep, one arm flung over the couch, and he was drooling. You wanted nothing more than to go to him and run your fingers through his hair to calm him, but you couldn’t bring myself to move from the spot.

You had tried to work out your feelings for the past month while he went missing from your life. You tried to pick apart all the reasons why you felt like you needed him. You tried moving on, but there was no moving on from him. You had every intention of falling out of love with him, but if falling out of love was easier, everyone would do it.

Dammit, Na Jaemin.

You woke up around 4 a.m. to feel Jaemin crawling underneath your sheets. He was quiet and careful not to touch you. You both laid side by side, inches apart, and listened to the rain beginning to drum on your window. You could feel your heartbeat quicken, just knowing that he was so close to you, that you could feel his body heat warming your own. Your breathing felt so loud in the stillness. You controlled each breath, focusing only on the way your chest rose and fell beside him.

You reached out and let your fingers touch the soft skin on his forearm. You couldn’t feel him move at all, as he took your hand in his and squeezed it tightly.

Neither of you spoke. Even if you could have gotten the words out, you didn’t know what either of you would say. You just laid there, the only movement coming from his thumb massaging your palm.

And it was a perfect moment. You turned your body onto his, interlocking both of his hands with yours to steady yourself. Your hair cascaded onto his chest and fell a little into his mouth. He pushed it back to get a good look at the plains of your face in the moonlight. His eyes were cleared now, focused on your mouth. You sat up, straddling him with your knees on either side of his slim hips. You rubbed your thumb across his wet lips, the tip of his tongue colliding with it. His eyes dared you to kiss him, but you were too slow. Jaemin yanked your wrists, pulling you back down to him. His lips brushed against yours, teasingly. You wanted to taste him, to devour him. You pressed your palms against his chest and leaned down for the kiss, parting your lips to let him know that you were all his. Kissing him was like kissing a moment. You kissed all of your laughter, all of your pain. You kissed all of your hellos and goodbyes.

Jaemin’s hands roamed underneath your shirt, holding the small of your back to keep you in place as he pushed against you, harder. Your body rocked against his, grinding him lightly as his hands moved down to your ass, squeezing it. You couldn’t taste the alcohol on his breath. His lips would make you drunk without it. You needed him all around you. You needed to know what he felt like inside of you.

You were frantic, grabbing at each other like it was the last time, instead of the first time. He leaned his body up so that you were both sitting. His lips worked their way down your neck. Your body felt like electricity everywhere he touched you.

You unbuttoned his shirt agonizingly slow. Jaemin’s dark eyes were ravenous as you made your way carefully down to each button. He pushed your hands away as you got to the last one and ripped it from his body. Your fingers curled around his belt and yanked it away from him.

A sound escaped from his mouth that you could only explain as crazed. He wasn’t intoxicated anymore, but he looked like a man whose self-control had vanished. Holding you tightly, he flipped you over so that he was on top, his body fitting against yours like a glove. His weight felt good on top of you, almost scandalous. You could feel every muscle of his against you, every soft spot resting against your stomach when he breathed. You could feel his cock, could feel the hunger burning inside of you with the thought of him fucking you.

Jaemin stopped only momentarily to get a good look at you from above. A smile broke out onto his face, as his eyes covered every inch of your skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” he said.

He slid your panties down your legs, brought your t-shirt over your head, and let his hands feel you. When he slipped a finger inside of you, you arched your back, and your breasts met his mouth. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. You swayed your body into his fingers, letting his thumb brush against your clit.

The lazy smile didn’t leave his lips. Every time your body moved, he went with it, leaving a trail of kisses behind. He wouldn’t let you come. Every time you got closer and closer, he would stop and watch how you squirmed beneath him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist to tell him that you were ready. You couldn’t wait any longer. He kissed you softly on the lips, reeled back and let his cock enter you. You exhaled as he moved inside of you, his body meeting yours, and his hands holding you down. You reached out for him, and he lowered himself so that you could dig your nails into the flesh of his back. A moan escaped from his lips as you brought those fingers to his neck. You let them tangle in his hair and pulled his strands until his moans turned low and gravelly. You could feel the pace picking up.

Jaemin couldn’t control himself any more. He wanted all of you, every last drop. You pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. As you lowered yourself down onto his cock, he whispered, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

[sierraraeck]

How to Apologize

Spencer x Luke x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: You can’t believe that for the four months since you’ve joined the team, and have been relentlessly flirting with the two hot agents, no one thought to tell you that they were together. Luke and Spencer decide they should apologize to you with an impromptu, late-night visit.

Category: Smut. Essentially pwp. A little fluff and a dash of angst if you squint.

Warnings: Cussing. Alcohol mentioned. Fingering (vaginal and anal), oral (male and female receiving), protected penetration, double penetration. Use of condoms and lube.

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: Welcome back to episode three of me being in love with Ralvez. I’ve just really been in a mood for them lately, so I hope you enjoy what my mind comes up with when I just keep thinking about them ;)

You’ve got to be shitting me.

You couldn’t believe it. Luke and Spencer were together, and had been for over a year now. You’d only been on the team for about four months, all of which you spent unabashedly flirting with both of them.

Everyone knew it, too. It wasn’t like you were particularly quiet about expressing how much you enjoyed their company, and how easy they were on the eyes. It was fun for you, and you thought it was fun for them. They both seemed kind of into it, and the team found it a little funny.

Now you’re understanding why they found it funny. Because the whole time, you’d been embarrassing yourself by flirting with taken men. And they weren’t just taken. They were dating each other.

“You’re joking,” you said, with absolutely no humor. You were sitting on a barstool looking around at the shit-eating grins around you. They all shook their heads.

Your mouth was agape, “You’re fucking joking. You all saw this happening and not one of you had the decency to tell me!? This is bullshit!”

This just caused more laughter to erupt around you. Luckily, the bar you were at was pretty noisy, so not too much attention was drawn to your group.

“Honestly?” Emily started, “We just wanted to see, you know, as a profiler, how long it’d take you to figure it out.”

“And we,” Luke hopped in, gesturing to him and Spencer, “Wanted to see how well we could control our microexpressions.”

“This is some shit,” you mumbled to yourself, still wrapping your head around what was being said. You were trying to be light-hearted about it, and you had to admit it was a pretty good one they pulled on you, but you still felt a little insulted. And embarrassed. Oh god, you felt really embarrassed. Especially now that you knew they were ‘testing your skills’ or something, and you weren’t good enough to pick up on their relationship. You offered a disbelieving smile and shook your head. “You know what? I’m disinviting myself from this, and I’m going to go home, because otherwise… Actually let’s not talk about what would be happening otherwise.” The whole team gave you some strange looks at that comment, and you just took a deep breath and said, “Okay, I’m just gonna go.”

“Hey, Y/N, wait!” Tara called after you. You turned to face her. “We meant no harm by it!”

You laughed and acknowledged, “Oh, I know! I just think that maybe I should do a little mental detox now that I know I need to cool it.” You winked, trying to make everything calm and casual so that there would be no weird feelings when you returned to work on Monday.

But you definitely had weird feelings. About the deliberate joke that led you down a very deep rabbit hole, about the fact that you couldn’t just ‘detox’ the two men from your mind, and about how long they let the joke mess with your feelings.

It didn’t matter, though, because Spencer and Luke were together, and the last thing you wanted to do was make things complicated.

You were seated on your couch with a glass of wine watching reruns of your favorite show when you heard a knock at the door. You were in your pajamas, a navy tank top with matching shorts, and had been home for nearly two hours. It was a little past midnight, and you were actually about to go to bed. You couldn’t figure out who was at your door, and why the hell they’d be there past midnight, but one look through the peephole gave you clarity.

Two tall, handsome, nervous figures stood, waiting for you to answer. You sighed, unlocking the bolt and pulling the door open. You had the slightest idea to grab a jacket or something to throw on over your pajamas, but you were no longer trying to impress the agents before you.

“Hey guys,” you croaked, voice sounding tired.

Spencer and Luke were still acting a bit nervous, but Luke gave you a small smile. “Hey Y/N. May we come in?”

You gave them a once over, realizing they were both in large, matching, burgundy robes. You were confused, and gave them a strange look, but stepped to the side regardless. They quickly scampered into your apartment.

Once inside, Luke shut and locked the door, standing in front of it. You waited for them to say something.

Instead, they looked at each other, took a deep breath, then undid their robes, dropping them to the floor. They were completely and utterly naked.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered, unable to peel your eyes away from the two of them.

They both smirked slightly at your reaction, and Spencer brought your attention back to his eyes when he said, “We figured we needed to apologize.”

All you could manage was a weak ‘uh-huh.’

“As long as you were serious about some of the things you said-” Luke started.

“And were actually flirting with us because you liked us-” Spencer continued.

“We wanted to show you that we were serious and flirting with you, too,” Luke concluded.

Again, all you got out was an ‘uh-huh.’ They looked at you expectantly, so you picked your jaw up off the floor and forced your brain to say something more helpful. “Yes, I was dead serious, yes, I was actually flirting with you, and, to answer your next question, yes.”

“The last yes was for what?” Luke half-teased.

“Whatever the fuck is happening right now,” you gestured to their bare forms, “yes.” They both laughed slightly, and just as Spencer was about to take a step toward you, you held up your hand. “Hold on, wait. I know you said you were serious, but is this something the two of you actually want, or is this just out of pity?” you asked skeptically.

Luke’s eyes went wide, “We actually want this.”

At the same time, Spencer said, “This is not out of pity.”

They seemed sincere, and that was good enough for you.

This time when Spencer stepped toward you, you didn’t stop him. His lips latched on to yours, and you immediately sank into his warmth. His lips were soft and his tongue was energetic, searching every part of your mouth it could reach. Luckily for you, he was already stark naked, giving you free reign to explore his bare chest.

As Spencer was exploring your mouth, Luke came up behind you and started lifting your shirt off your frame. His hands felt nice, just barely brushing up against your cold sides. You and Spencer had to part, but only for a moment, as Luke pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it to the side.

You already felt like you couldn’t breathe, but when Luke seductively trailed his fingers up your sides and around between you and Spencer to start toying with your nipples, you thought you might never breathe again. Spencer started kissing down the column of your throat, sucking slightly at each point. Without Spencer’s mouth to absorb the sound, they could both hear the small gasps and whimpers you made at each touch.

Luke was firmly at your back, his hot chest pressed up against your shoulder blades, or maybe the fire radiating from them was all in your head, you couldn’t quite tell. Spencer wrapped his arms around your back, and pulled you all the way to him, leaving barely any room for Luke’s fingers to continue their ministrations. You made a snarky remark in your head about how you weren’t surprised about Spencer’s possessiveness, until he reached behind you. Luke groaned in your ear shortly after Spencer squeezed your ass and continued his trail to the growing bulge behind you. Spencer was quite good at multitasking. Kissing, sucking, stroking… That didn’t surprise you, however. You knew how fast his mind could work, and how it always seemed to be thinking about multiple things at once.

It didn’t really surprise you either that Luke was less good at multitasking. Still amazing, but not like Spencer. With that in mind, you decided to turn the attention of the group a little bit. You turned in Luke’s now still arms, back against Spencer’s chest. You gave Spencer enough room to continue massaging Luke, but you did lean forward enough to plant your lips on his.

Luke’s kiss was different from Spencer’s. His lips were plump and captivating, and his tongue was a bit more languid than Spencer’s, granted that could’ve been because most of his attention was being drawn elsewhere.

“Wait,” Luke panted, pulling away from you. You and Spencer both immediately stopped what you were doing and looked up at him. “Bedroom?”

You tilted your head in the direction of the door down hall, and the three of you moved like it was a mad dash to get there first.

Once inside, Luke’s lips reattached themselves to yours, and he walked you backwards toward the bed, hands on your waist. They traveled lower, over your still-clothed ass, and spread flat on the back of your thighs. Somehow, you knew what he wanted, lacing your fingers together behind his neck and jumping into his sculpted arms. He swiftly strode the rest of the way to the mattress and plopped you down, following quickly with his own body. Your legs were partially wrapped around his middle and his hands were back on your waist again, this time toying with the waistband of your pajama shorts. You had a fleeting thought about how you wished you were wearing any of the cute lingerie pieces in your drawer, but before ten minutes ago, you never thought the situation you were currently in would even be possible, let alone happen. It wouldn’t matter much longer anyways, as Luke’s fingers were pulling away the remaining garments.

Now, completely bare in front of him, Luke pulled back to admire you. Spencer was at his side, also eyeing you, but wasn’t quite as patient. He crawled up the bed, looking you straight in the eye. You nodded to him, your silent consent for him to lower his head, placing delicate kisses all around your neck and chest. He was back to doing what he had only moments ago, only this time he travelled farther down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You took a shuddering breath, weaving your fingers into his shaggy curls.

Luke stood, admiring the sight. His boyfriend was hunched over their mutual crush, drawing the most arousing whines from your mouth. It went straight to his cock. But, while this was definitely a mutual pleasure situation, it was also a way to make it up to you. He wanted to make sure you got all the attention first before going any further.

With that in mind, Luke joined the two of you, his focus a little farther south than Spencer’s. You’d been so caught up in the feeling of Spencer’s tongue and teeth nipping at your peaks that the feeling of Luke’s fingers circling your clit drew a dramatic gasp from your lungs. You tugged a little harder on Spencer’s locks, causing him to moan into your skin. You made a side note to yourself about hair pulling for Spencer for future reference. You were optimistic that you’d need it.

Luke started gradually picking up the pace on your clit as Spencer switched his attention to the neglected breast. You knew that you were already pooling, and despite not being able to see anything past Spencer’s mess of hair, you could tell that Luke was pleased. His index finger circled around your entrance, one, two, three times before pushing in. Your back arched off the sheets, pushing your nipples further into Spencer’s mouth and palm. Your jaw hung open in a silent moan.

Spencer noticed, and teased, “Come on, you’re usually not this quiet when it comes to expressing how much you enjoy our company.”

Luke leaned up, finger still pushing in and out of you, to see your face. He barely caught what Spencer was referencing, as you were trying to snap your jaw shut, and smirked down at you. He turned his head to the side and started kissing up the side of Spencer’s neck, who habitually craned it to the side, providing more access. Luke added a second digit, scissoring them inside you. Spencer hummed happily at the little hickies Luke was scattering all over his neck, and you felt the heat in your belly start to burn. God, it was so fucking hot, in every sense of the word.

Luke curled both of his fingers upwards, hitting that perfect spot, as he latched his lips to Spencer’s. With the combination of the sight and both men’s ministrations, you fell over the edge.

You squeezed your eyes shut, only a little disappointed that you couldn’t continue looking at them, as your lungs expelled any air you had in your chest.

When the waves of pleasure had mostly subsided, you managed to lift your eyelids, peering up at the sight above you. Luke and Spencer were still attached at the mouth, but they pulled away, Spencer laughing a little while Luke just grinned.

“Remind me to always kiss you like that when we have guests,” Luke said to Spencer, then winked at you. You gave a weak shrug, still too blissed out to form coherent sentences. It wasn’t your fault that the two people you’d been fantasizing about kissing on top of you turned you on. No way in hell you were ashamed about it, either.

Still laying there a bit dazed, the fluffy haired boys rolled over, taking all the heat with them. Spencer was hovering over Luke, tracing his tongue down Luke’s defined muscles before reaching his destination.

Spencer wasted no time running his flattened tongue up and down Luke’s length before sucking at the tip. Luke ran his fingers through Spencer’s hair, and both seemed to relax into each other. Despite the explicit sight in front of you, everything about the two of them, clearly starting to drift into their own world, was domestic. Caring and filled with love. You almost didn’t want to disrupt them, but the overpowering need to be near them won out.

Spencer’s lower half was over the edge of the bed, his toes being the only thing holding him up and giving him a vantage point. You slid off the bed yourself and tried to soundlessly move behind the younger man, coming to rest in a squat.

Spencer was getting Luke all worked up, raspy grunts mixing with satisfied hums as Spencer bobbed his head up and down. His movements came to a screeching halt when you leaned up against the foot of your bed and swiped your tongue quickly over Spencer’s tip. He let out a soft whine, muffled by Luke’s skin, who took a sharp inhale at the vibration.

Spencer’s dick was hard and spilling precum as you worked it into your mouth. His hips started moving of their own accord, forcing you to take him deeper, faster. The three of you started a steady rhythm that was already faltering. Both men were getting close.

Propped up only on your toes, you almost lost your balance once, digging your nails into Spencer’s side for support. He growled, and just because you could, you dragged your nails down the rest of his backside. All of the muscles tensed at once, and you smiled as best you could with your mouth full, moving your hands back to work what your tongue couldn’t.

Abruptly, Spencer pulled his hips back from you, and crawled further up the bed. You followed, getting up from your spot on the ground. Your toes, on the brink of cramping, weren’t complaining.

You realized why Spencer had pulled away so quickly, catching Luke coaxing Spencer into his lap. Even though they were in a slightly different position, it didn't stop you from what you’d been doing before.

Right as Spencer got situated on Luke’s cock, just starting to roll his hips, you took Spencer back in your mouth. You had one foot on the ground, the other knee next to Luke’s torso. Spencer was louder than you’d expected, letting curses and praises fly past his lips as if they were statistics of the utmost importance.

Luke was less vocal, but he seemed more coherent. Barely.

“Come here, baby,” Luke panted. Pulling off Spencer for a moment, you looked back at Luke. His face was already glistening, and he was gesturing toward your legs. You lifted the one closest to him, and he eased it over his head. Straddling his face, he pulled you down to him, licking a clean stripe up your slit. You moaned his name, letting your head hang.

He was just so warm. Everything about Luke was warm. His personality, his face, his tongue and mouth and literal body temperature. It made you feel safe. Thinking that, you realized just how perfect he was for Spencer. You could tell Spencer wasn’t someone who experienced warmth very frequently, you’d heard about his cold past, but you were happy that there was finally someone to show him some. It made you feel even more embarrassed that you hadn’t noticed their relationship sooner.

Lost in thought, you’d stopped doing anything besides feeling Luke’s tongue alternate between pushing into you and swirling around your clit, something Spencer was less excited about. His large hand cupped your face, causing you to look up into his pleading eyes. You stifled a giggle at the sight, quickly figuring out why he was looking at you like that. You returned to tracing your tongue up and down his cock, but it was becoming much harder to focus.

Luckily, you could feel how close Spencer was to finishing, and gave him the silent ‘okay’ to finish in your mouth.

Hot ropes of cum filled your throat, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes when Spencer pushed all the way into your mouth. You were gasping for air when Spencer leaned back from you, and so was Luke as he desperately called Spencer’s name. He must’ve been close when Spencer momentarily stopped moving to find his own release.

The pressure between your hips was building as you continued to watch Luke disappear inside Spencer. You started wriggling your hips for more friction against Luke’s mouth and slight scruff, but Luke wouldn’t let you. He wrapped his arms almost completely around your waist, and pulled you down like an anchor. No matter how much moving you did, there would be no getting out of his grasp, not like you really wanted to anyway.

You couldn’t tell which one of you finished first, but your collective moans filled the air all the same. You whined at Luke who continued to lick up every ounce of moisture from you, the sensations starting to become a little too much.

He let you go, and you took a moment or two to deep breathe, forcing oxygen back into your lungs. Once Spencer thought you’d gotten sufficient air, he took it all away from you again, leaning down to kiss you. He tasted himself on your tongue, which only made him relive the fresh memory over again.

He peppered little kisses down your neck and side, which was a tad ticklish. Spencer caught on despite you trying to keep yourself together, noticing the slight flinching in your muscles. He spent extra time working you up until you were laughing and begging him to stop.

Spencer was working his way down to Luke, who’d been absentmindedly massaging your cheeks for no other reason than he wanted to touch your tush.

You weren't sure how, but the two tall men were able to kiss each other around you, Luke sitting up and Spencer leaning forward. He got to taste you off of Luke’s lips, and was almost jealous that he didn’t decide to take Luke’s spot instead.

You leaned into Luke’s chest, resting your head on his shoulder and reaching behind you to thread your fingers through his soft curls, much shorter than Spencer’s but fun to play with nonetheless. They kissed each other with more passion than you’d really ever seen before, one hand touching the other man, their other hand tracing the curves of your body. You felt like you could fall asleep in the exact position you were in, half on Luke’s lap, half on Spencer’s.

But alas, there was still plenty of night to fill. Spencer asked if you had any lube and condoms, and you were about to get up and get them, but both men kept you where you were. You started wondering how much the two of them talked about or planned before showing up at your door, but decided those were questions for a later hour.

You directed Spencer to where both were kept while Luke turned you around to face him. You had a very quick discussion about cleanliness, something you were relieved to find out wasn’t an issue for any party, and Luke was sliding on a condom and pushing into you before you knew it. Pregnancy wasn’t something you were looking for at the moment.

Luke had been doing most of the work up until Spencer returned, his presence really only being a shifting of air behind you. Your eyes were locked on Luke’s eyes which were flicking between you and the man behind you.

It took you all the way up until Spencer’s hip bones came in contact with your ass that you realized what Spencer wanted the lube for. That and the guttural groan that ripped itself from Luke’s chest. At that point, Luke had stilled his thrusts up into you, so you decided to keep the pace, bouncing up and down on Luke’s ever-hardening dick. You braced yourself with a hand on his chest, his skin feeling like it might melt your fingertips.

Spencer snaked his hands around your body, cupping your breast in his hands and rolling your nipples around between his fingers. Spencer, you were convinced, had bad circulation, feeling colder than you and Luke. You arched your back into him regardless, giving him full access to nip down your neck as he continued to pound into Luke. You had barely noticed the slowing of your hips atop Luke’s until Spencer placed his hands on your waist with a bruising grip. He set a much faster pace for you and Luke than either of you had set before, but you couldn’t be mad. Each thrust pushed you further and further toward the edge.

That all stopped when Spencer lightly leaned you over Luke’s body, Luke gladly accepting by pulling you even closer, wrapping his arms around your back. The three of you were still moving, but only in the slightest way you could from your positions.

With your face buried in Luke’s neck, reveling in the momentary reprieve of a slower pace, Luke must’ve been looking at Spencer who was tracing all sorts of patterns on your ass. You felt like there was a silent conversation you were being left out of.

You were clued in when Spencer traced a single finger right over your puckered hole, all the muscles contracting at the sudden contact. Luke whined at the tension, as he was still completely sheathed inside you.

Spencer lightly continued his tracing, close but not too close, as he leaned over your back and asked, “Is it okay if I touch you here?” He emphasized his words with another swipe over your hole. This time, you were a bit more prepared.

You twisted your neck around to look at Spencer’s face. It was soft and questioning, showing you that, while he was interested, he clearly wasn’t going to do anything you didn’t want to. But you were intrigued. You’d only ever tried it once before with a definitely straight man, and it was just medium. Nothing you had really considered doing again until now, but you trusted Spencer. And honestly, who better to give it a second chance with than someone who knew what he was doing? Not only that, but frequently participated in it with his boyfriend?

You nodded, looking him straight in the eyes. “Yes.”

“Let us know if you are ever uncomfortable or need us to stop,” Luke reminded.

You turned your attention back to him and nodded again. “I will.”

Now with confirmation from you, Spencer dripped some of your lube at the top of your ass, watching it roll all the way down to where you and Luke were connected. Luke had stopped moving completely, and you were staying still enough for Spencer to slowly push a finger into you. He confirmed with you one more time that you were okay, which you assured him you were, before he started moving.

He was nice and slow to start, allowing you time to adjust to the feeling. As Luke started rocking back and forth with his hips, Spencer added a second finger, scissoring them to help stretch you out. You hissed at the added pressure.

Both men started moving a bit faster, pulling gasps out of you faster than you could bring air back in. You were surprised that you whined when Spencer removed his fingers, not realizing how much you were actually enjoying yourself. You felt empty with the loss of contact, but didn’t have to worry for long when the familiar ‘pop’ of the lube cap let you know it had been opened.

A few moments later and Spencer was filling you up at a tantalizing pace. Luke slowed again, allowing you time to adjust to the new sensations. The man at your back pulled clean out of you, drawing yet another whimper, as the one below you placed his firm hands on you back and rolled the two of you to the side.

Spencer was at your back again, already pushing back into you as Luke pulled your top leg over his hips, giving both men better access.

It started out slow and sensual, but gradually turned into something desperate and frantic. Hands were groping over bodies, mouths were attaching themselves to any lips or skin available. Spencer was massaging your tits from behind and Luke hand his arms draped over your hips to bring you closer to him with each thrust by your ass. The three of you were a mess of limbs and moans, each trying to meet your end.

Spencer came first, sloppy thrusts coming to a halt behind you, and tried to muffle his groans in the flesh of the base of your neck. It didn’t help much. You were right behind him, the brutal pace they had been pounding into you becoming too much. You were worried you might have blown Luke’s eardrum out with how closely you were screaming next to him, a sound your neighbor was sure to mention when filing a complaint you couldn’t care to feel guilty about.

You and Spencer were floating down from your highs, but Luke wasn’t as satisfied. He pulled out of you, cold air hitting your body and sending a shock through your system. His lips were on yours quickly, which had you melting again.

He growled in that deep voice of his about turning you around, which made you feel all tingly until he actually did it. It took more effort than you care to admit to simply change sides, facing Spencer now. It was good to look at his face again. You had absolutely no problem with Luke’s (who would?), but you wanted to look at them equally. Unfortunately, you weren’t born with eyes in the back of your head.

You were back in the same position you’d been in, just this time your other leg was propped up on Spencer’s more pronounced hip bones and not Luke’s. Spencer quickly took advantage of getting to see your face head on, capturing your lips with his. His tongue slid into your mouth when you gasped at the feeling of Luke entering you from behind. It was a bit easier for him to slide in, Spencer having already stretched you out. Luke joined Spencer as they both kissed down your neck, only stopping briefly to kiss each other.

The slightly younger man trailed all the way down to your breasts, taking your nubs in his mouth or fingers. Luke was still marking up your neck, brushing his fingers down your sides. With each of his thrusts, your heat was grinding against Spencer’s length, which you felt continually get harder. He looked into your eyes and you whispered the few words of your consent, not being able to get anything else out.

He bucked his hips up into yours, having no trouble as you were still wet from your previous orgasm and your impending one. The feeling of the two of them pushing and pulling inside you, hitting different spots from different angles, you knew you weren’t going to last long. It just felt so good to be completely filled up to the hilt.

Needing something to grasp on to, your fingers immediately found Spencer’s curls. You remembered from earlier he seemed to like it, so you tugged, pulling a delicious groan from his pink and puffy lips. You felt Luke’s labored breath on your ear, and with the few brain cells that were still working, you could tell that the three of you were very, very close.

You snapped first, clawing your nails down Spencer’s back, and the feeling seemed to be enough for him. The sound of his love and his crush moaning in harmony pushed Luke over the edge, joining your symphony.

The three of you laid there panting before both men got up to remove their condoms. Luke came back with a towel to wipe you clean of yourself, Spencer putting the lube back where he found it. Luke tossed the towel to the side, laying down next to you. Spencer walked back into your room on slightly shaky legs, which made you smile just a bit. He, too, collapsed next to you. You were able to see all the red marks on his back and thighs from your nails, and you almost felt bad for not spreading the wealth around a little more, only Spencer’s skin receiving the assault.

Soon, all of your breathing reached a normal level, and Spencer pulled the sheets up over his body, Luke helping him get you under, then sliding under himself.

You sighed with content, then laughed, drawing both men’s attention to you, as if it weren’t already. “Wow. You sure know how to apologize.”

They both chuckled with you, cuddling even closer now.

“So was it worth it?” Luke half-teased.

You pretended to think about it, but replied, cheeky, “I mean, you could have told me sooner, but I guess I don’t mind the two of you needing to apologize.” And to be honest, you hoped there’d be more reasons for apologies in the future.

[maijobi]

back to you

dabi x reader

summary: when things don’t go well in your relationship, you find it best to end it... 

a/n: it has a good ending I promise. I did kinda hurt myself writing this I don't even know why. but sad dabi really does make me feel things.

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your hands were in your hair, doing your best to not pull every strand out of your scalp. your eyes were closed and you were doing your best to calm yourself down, counting down from ten.

“dabi, we have had this conversation for over a hundred times. you can’t control me. and why can’t you just trust me for once?”, you said, finally  opening your eyes and looking at dabi.

“fine”, he said clenching his jaw. “go. let all of those people see you. go. you know what, don’t come back tonight will you?”

“stop overreacting”, you said, breathing out heavily. “I'm sick and tired of you constantly telling me what to do. I'm your partner, not your child. I know my limits and I know what to look out for. and who are you to tell me to not come back tonight? this isn’t just your place. we live here with a bunch of losers, what makes you think you’re more special than them? what makes you think you overpower them? what makes you think you have more to say than us?”

he took a few steps closer to you and looked down at you with a wrinkled nose. “I just don’t like my partner going out where there are people that will look at them. I don’t like how you can’t keep your mouth shut around people and let them flirt with you. I can’t stand you going to places and not knowing your limit, when you claim you do.”

“just because I let people talk to me, doesn’t mean I'm letting them flirt with me?”, you confusedly said. “oh I apologize dabi. I apologize that I do not prefer to burn people to the ground when they give you a genuine smile. I apologize that I couldn’t become as great as you”, you sarcastically said while throwing your hands in the air and then dropping them. “do you hear how stupid you sound? we have this discussion almost every day, but I can’t seem to get some senses into you. I'm tired of this, dabi. I'm tired of having to explain myself every day when I know I'm not doing anything wrong. I can’t talk to anyone before I have you breathing against my neck telling me to stay away from that person.”

“sweetheart, dollface, sugar”, he said with gritted teeth, taking steps closer to you and holding on of your hand and placing it over his heart. “don’t make this harder for the both of us and just don’t go outside will you?”

you pulled your arm away from his grip. “not this time dabi. I'm sick of this. sick of you wanting to control everything I do. you wanting to have a dominant role in this relationship. why is that even needed? why can’t you treat me as an equal? can’t you for once just let me live? I'm tired, I'm tired of telling myself that you’ll change when you don’t”, you said, finally showing the frustration on your face. 

“and you think I'm having fun?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “you think I enjoy seeing you having fun with someone else? it hurts you just as much as it does me doll”, he said, raising his voice. “it’s also hard for me to see you flirting back with other people! know your fucking limits”, he said placing his hand on your chin and pulling it up slightly.

“don’t act like you are right here”, you sat, pulling your chin away from his grip and taking a step back. “for once. for fucking once accept that you can’t control everything I do and that you can’t overpower me. respect goes both ways, but I'm not seeing any on your accord.”

“now you’re just talking bullshit”, he said in a loud voice, laughing to shake off his frustration. “what does this even mean?! what is it that you’re trying to accomplish here? what is it that you so desperately want, huh? attention from someone else? if you’re not even gonna listen to my feelings, how am I supposed to take yours in account? you only do as you please and where does that bring us, huh?! where the fuck-!”

“that maybe perhaps we’re not meant for each other”, you interrupted him. “that maybe we’re just not fit for each other.”

his face dropped and you saw every emotion pass on his face. he was confused. he was confused as to the words you had just dared to speak, something he didn’t even think about once. to him this was normal, to him this was behavior that should be present in a relationship. to him, fighting everyday seemed normal. but his motives for this relationship seemed to be totally different from yours.

“you must be kidding no”, you said with a distressed smile. “h-how can you just easily say something like that?”

“because you made sure I did. if you just for once tried to understand me, perhaps this wouldn’t have happened.”

he walked closer to you and held your shouders. “you’re kidding right?”

“i’m not, dabi. I'm being very much serious right now. how can I continue this when my feelings are being invalidated on a daily basis? how am I supposed to respect you further when you literally treat me like your pet?”, you said a brushing off his grip on your shoulder. “I can’t do this when all of this only brings me anxiety and constant stress?”

he looked at you, lost in another world progressing what you had just said. it surely couldn’t have been true, you were joking right? but the expression on your face made him his eyes go larger and his mouth almost hung open. “y-you can’t be serious”, he said with a smile, but that soon dropped when he shook your head.

“i’m not”, you said turning around and walking to the door.

you didn’t turn around to look back at him, and he made no attempt to stop you. perhaps he hadn’t even believe that you actually left. or maybe he was just waiting for you to finally leave him. maybe this was for the better you thought, but for dabi this was a whole different experience. 

he was convinced you were coming back that night, he convinced himself that you would. so when you didn’t he totally lost it. the person that barely texted you had spammed you with messages and missed calls, leaving behind various emotions. he didn't know what he was feeling. this was all new to him.

dollface, you’re not serious right?

you’re coming back tonight right?

I'm sure you are...

you didn’t take me seriously, did you?

please come back.

please look at your messages.

it’s past midnight, please come back.

don’t scare me like this. just come back already. 

please...

you looked at your phone, tapping the corners or your phone. you decided to not answer, but that left you in a weird state of mind. you didn’t know what you were feeling. were you happy? sad? relieved? more stressed? you didn’t even know. you felt numb. 

you found your way to an old friend, asking if you could stay over until you figured out what you would do to survive. you locked your phone and threw it next to you on the bed. you allowed yourself to fall with your back on the mattress. you’d feel better in the morning, is what you tried to convince yourself. but would you really?

you woke up with a heavy headache. it was hard to even sit upright. but when you opened your eyes it was still dark. there was heavy rain outside and falling back asleep seemed like an impossible thing right now. 

you tapped on your phone letting it light up. 

3 a.m.

you sighed. what were you gonna do now? you felt too stressed to even close an eye. you didn’t know what you were supposed to do. you loved him and he probably loved you too, but this couldn’t go on forever.

you looked at your screen again, not missing all the messages he had left behind.

please I know I fucked up, but please just come back.

you can’t be doing this.

and many more messages like that had filled your phone. you frustratingly brushed your hand through your hair and sighed loudly. it felt wrong. it felt wrong to have left like that in the middle of an argument. but at the same time this had happened so many times that you couldn’t just do nothing. 

you rose from your bed, still not answering any of his messages. your phone rung every five minutes, but you just didn’t pick it up. you walked to the kitchen and filled a glass with water only to leave it on the counter after seeing his new messages.

I really need you.

I don’t need anybody else.

just you. so please, please come back.

you blinked once, then twice and then many more times. dabi had really said he needed you. the independent guy, who would refuse help from anyone had said he needed you. you weren’t sure what to do. you paced around the kitchen, biting down on your nail. your phone made a sound again.

I just really... can’t live without you.

you sighed loudly and with a quick steps you walked to the door. you put on your shoes and ran out the door taking the keys with you. the rain splashed on your skin, clothes and hair, making you soaked in an instant as you ran down the street. but you didn’t care. the only thing that ran through your head was wanting to see dabi. wanting to see him share his feelings and wanting to see him need you. 

even the bad memories had a good ending for you. every time you fought, you’d fix it together. so why couldn’t that be done now? why did you have to act so selfishly again? you knew you were partially right, but at the same time you knew this wasn’t right. all your memories with him flooded in your mind and it made you run faster.

your feet dragged you to the place you had thought he was, because you knew he wouldn’t be at the residence. he would be at the place that caused his trauma, but at the same time was his most visited place. 

the forest were he had supposedly died. the forest where his dad had refused to come to. the forest with his last memories of home.

you stopped in track when you saw his figure. his back facing you and his head looking up. he was wearing a front zip hoodie with the cap over his head. allowing the droplets to hit his face. he had heard something so he turned around.

when he saw you standing there in the rain he took one step and reached out his hand, but stopped when you only stared at him. you were out of breath, breathing in and out heavily as your chest heaved. 

you looked at him, seeing the sad expression on his face. you shook your head and started walking, but before you knew it you were running to him. you ran and when you reached him, you threw yourself on him, holding him like you never did before.

he was in shock, not being able to do anything, just allowing you to slowly pull him down for the hug. when you pulled away you held his face and searched it, but before he could say anything you crashed your lips against his, tasting the rain on them. it was still pouring and this might have been the closest thing to an actual romantic scene the two of you had. 

your lips danced together and you melt in each others touch. he finally allowed himself to be embraced and snaked his arms around your back to deepen the kiss. he pushed you against him and moved his hands to your neck to pull you closer. your hands slid down and rested on his chest.

when he pulled away he looked you in your eyes. water droplets were falling on your face and he made an attempt to wipe them away though the rain hadn't stopped. you wanted to say something, but he shut you up by pulling you in once more and giving you a small, but soft kiss.

“i’m sorry”, he said, pulling you flush against him to hug you. “I'm sorry for always wanting to control you. I was just scared.”

you slid your arm around his waist and hugged him back. “scared of what?”

“of you leaving”, he whispered just loud enough to hear above the splashing raindrops. “I haven’t been open about my feelings. I just didn’t know how to. but I was raised with the thought of rejection and people leaving me behind. I wasn’t used to all of this. I wasn’t used to having all this affection, so I was scared you’d leave just like the rest.”

you tightened your grip on him. “I don’t have a reason to leave. I just need you to be open with me like just now. so we can work things out together”, you said, looking up so that you were facing him.

he looked down and a soft smile formed on his face. he kissed you again and again and again until completely devouring your lips on his, not giving you a chance to pull away. but that wasn’t needed. you had understood the whole situation and the both of you were able to figure it out together. many ways had opened for the two of you and the both of you have yet to learn so much about each other. but you were both willing to change yourself for each other. because even if things weren't always great, the two of you would find their ways back to each other. 

[anxious2dsimp]

General Dating Headcanons | Sero, Todoroki & Bakugou

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Pairings: Sero x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Format: Headcanons​

Warnings: Cursing bc Bakugou 🙄 (as if I wasn’t the one who picked him lmao)

Request: :))) hellooooo :D hmmmm may i get general dating headcanons for sero, todoroki, and [insert your favorite character]? 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 @smexy-goose

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Hi again!! Omg yes, I’ll gladly write some hcs for the best bois! I had a hard time picking a fave, but since I have written for Kami and Kiri in the last request I decided to go with blasty boy❤️ (Also, I’m trying a new way to post requests, I hope it works!)

Sero Hanta

I feel like Sero is genuinely so fun to date, just like he said in that one dorm episode, he’s always the wild card.

He’s a goofball, so he adores making you laugh and smile as much as he can. I love him omg😭

Will definitely take advantage of his height (he’s among the taller ones in the class) and give you surprise hugs from behind and rest his head on yours.

He’ll also use his quirk on you for everything from pranks to just randomly pulling you to him to give you a quick peck or a hug :’)

He’s pretty standard with PDA, so he won’t go around making out with you in public but he will do little gestures like those <3

In private I feel like he’s definitely cuddly, he’s just so happy to be with you!

He loves having you over at his room to just chill or be in each other’s presence, even if you’re doing stuff individually.

Speaking of, the bakusquad definitely complains about you having privilege in using the hammock in Hanta’s room. 

Denki will whine like; “why does y/n always get to use the hammock? You said it was out of bounds!”

“That’s on pretty privilege, sorry! And you’re just jealous you don’t have a cool s/o like mine,” Sero will say and poke his tongue out from the hammock where you’re swinging togehter :’) 

I’m warning you now, if you had a healthy sleep schedule before going out with him, you can kiss it goodbye.

Sero will absolutely be up till like 3 am sending you memes and tiktoks that remind him of you.

And with him blowing up your phone you’ll most likely end up talking into ungodly hours of the night, the *sleep deprivation* only causing funnier conversations.

Those will end up becoming inside jokes that he’ll bring up to make you laugh while the rest of the class is like ???

That also results in some weird ass nicknames sorry not sorry

So he’ll sometimes call you regular stuff like babe and other times... he’ll call you things like “Bert” (FOR NO REASON??) or “Candied Blood Pumping Organ” instead of sweetheart lmao

Overall you two are just THE chaotic couple (and if you’re not generally that way he will bring out that side of you)

Pranking your classmates? Pranking each other? Random ass adventures? Trying weird food together? Dancing in the kitchen at midnight while sharing late night snacks? By going out with him you said yes to all of the above.

From sneaking out of the dorms for late night food runs to occasionally skipping class to go to the arcade or the beach, you usually can’t go a week without doing something fun togehter.

This one time you two were out with the Bakusquad and y’all stopped by a supermarket to get food. 

So you had to ask Bakugou to buy you something bc you and Sero had to stay outside and just hand him the money.

He was like “tf?? why? Just buy your shit yourselves!” You had to explain you two were banned from the store because Hanta had accidentally crashed a cart he was driving you around in into a display of cereal boxes.

Ah yes, good times.

Todoroki Shoto

I feel like he’ll definitely need a small push when it comes to relationships bc of his past, but once you’re with him he’ll care deeply about you and will try to make you as happy as you make him :’)

I’m begging you, please give this boy some luv and affection!! For the most part you’d probably initiate PDA because he’s too nervous to do it himself

At the beginning he wouldn’t even be comfy cuddling, solely because he’d be afraid of hurting you somehow :(

But once you’ve reassured him he complies, and from then on out you just have to open your arms and he’ll instantly know it’s *cuddle time*

It’a one of his favorite pastimes bc he just feels so safe and loved <3 he also just loves the feeling of you playing with his hair

Luckily you get to do it year round since you cuddle his hot side in the winter and cold side during the summer

I feel like he’s secretly insecure, so the fact that you trust him and love him for who he is makes him feel like he could melt <3

Because of that you’re the only one he truly opens up to and shows his real feelings to, not to mention the only one who can touch his scar

And though he isn’t great with words, one look at him during one of these personal moments when its just you two, and you can just see it in his eyes.

Especially if you kiss his scar, his eyes might even get teary this sweet boy I 😭

That’s also probably why he shares his precious cold soba with you

Since you’ve been together, Shoto has just been so much happier, so his siblings and mother LOVE you.

They’re constantly inviting you over for dinner when Endevour is working (bc he’s a huge buzzkill to say the least), and his mom adores when you come with Shoto to visit her :)

Todoroki really enjoys seeing you get along with the people he cares the most about...

 BUT what he hates is THE EMBARRASING STORIES HIS FAMILY TELLS YOU OMG (you live for them, but I wouldn’t tell him that if I were you)

“Fuyumi remember when Shoto-” “Natsuo, no💙“ your bf will say as he unconsciously squeezes your hand, both of the siblings laughing at Shoto’s glare.

You had to hold in your laughter so hard omg

Though he isn’t that talkative, you guys definitely have that kind of relationship where you two could be silent and still feel completely comfortable (oh I’m so jealous of that but nvm)

He’s definitely observant, so expect the most considerate gifts and the most assertive observations, he’ll always know what you need.

The type of observant that gives you a water bottle before you even notice you’re thristy during training, or switches sides while walking so you loop your arm with his on his warm side when you’re cold.

Also the type to gift you that one thing you really wanted but mentioned once like months ago along with your favorite snacks/drink (you best believe he has them all memorized bc he’s just that attentive)

Over all, just a really soothing relationship were you can be comfortable with each other and feel at home when you’re together.

Bakugou Katsuki

Ok so, I feel like you’d be a competitive couple, turning anything into a competition in an endearingly annoying way.

You’re definitely the type of couple to go to laser tag, an escape room, an arcade, etc, as dates >:) but the competitions don’t end there:

Who can plan the best date? Who can make the other blush first? Who can get the other the better gift? Who’s the better kisser? Who gets the higher score in class? Or wins at sparring?

Especially when it comes to productive stuff like training or academics, although he won’t admit it, he’s just pushing you to be your best because he knows how amazing you are :’)

All the bakusquad knows about your shenanigans and at this point they’ve learnt to stay out of it & go get the Advil just in case bless their souls lmao

I’m sorry but he definitely calls you nicknames that purposely piss you off (with no ill intentions ofc), like “gremlin”, “dumbass” or “booger”

I suggest you also call him stuff like that back, like “angry pom” or “blasty” to get on his nerves >:)

You guys also definitely friendly bicker all the time, knowing that you take it lightly (though strangers won’t, resulting in some hilariously awkward situations)

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” he’ll say rolling his eyes as he messes up your hair.

Just watch his smirk dissapears when you reply, “no, u❤️″ It gets on his nerves, I just know it.

So he’ll chase you around as you call each other random stuff. While the other people at the convenience store are just like  👁👄👁

He never means it tho, keep in mind if you’re dating the self proclaimed future no. 1 hero he thinks highly of you :)

So he’d definitely be protective while simultaneously showing you off <3

Will always greet you with a kiss and keep his hand on your back or waist so ppl know you’re with him

RIP anyone who tries to hurt or flirt with you, I say try bc Bakugou will be exploding them even before they get the chance😅

Denki’s definitely almost gotten his brows blown off his face bc of that lol

Speaking of, the bakusquad still can’t get over the fact that THE lord explosion murder has a soft spot for you,

You mean you take care of his injuries, scold him when he burns himself out, touch his hair, and hug him when his moody... and you DON’T get cussed out and blown up? Shooketh

However they don’t see what happens behind closed doors, & how you’ve helped him with all the trauma he has experienced

You’re the only one who he is vulnerable with, you’ve seen him cry and he tells you about his nightmares and fears

You do the same with him, and you promise each other to get through anything together, which you’ve done so far :’)

Bc of that his parents love you, and his mom’s always going on about how she’s so glad you “stand” his son😂

Why can’t he be real ughhh

[ophelia-writes]

fragile - xiao x reader

warnings: mild language

being one of the most prominent young designers in teyvat meant that you were on the road constantly. by now, you were used to it, of course— you had found a temporary “home” in every region that you visited. that way, if you ever had to come back, you would at least have some sort of familiarity. it just so happened that one of those homes was wangshu inn.

due to liyue being the city of commerce, you found yourself having to travel there a lot, be it for business meetings, selling your works at festivals, or even the occasional commission from some of liyue’s most affluent families. at this point you were on a first-name basis with the inn’s owner, verr goldet, and you stayed in the same room every time. you liked it there. it was quiet and peaceful, and the golden light of dihua marsh made for a surprisingly inspiring atmosphere, so you usually ended up getting some extra work done. however, tonight was one of those nights when inspiration just refused to strike.

you quietly climbed the stairs to the upper balcony, the wood floors sending a cold shock to your bare feet. you hoped that a bit of cool night air would get your ideas flowing. but when you got there, it seemed the balcony was already occupied.

leaning with his back facing you stood a slender man— a boy, even— the wind gently tussling his turquoise hair. you froze, unsure of whether you should leave and look for another spot. however, before you could turn around and make a graceful exit, the man turned around, his intense amber eyes locking with yours.

“what are you doing here?” he asked, his voice quiet and disinterested. you stood there, gaping. there was no need to be rude! you were a guest of the inn, after all, and you just as much of a right to be there as he did.

“if you must know,” you began, folding your arms, “i needed a little fresh air. but i don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

the man scoffed. “you mortals have no respect for the adepti.”

wait, the adepti?? as in, the protectors of liyue? you thought those were only a legend. surely this asshole couldn’t be…

whatever, it didn’t matter anyway. you weren’t from liyue in the first place, so you didn’t really owe this guy anything, adeptus or not. “hm, is that so,” you replied sarcastically, setting your materials down on the balcony floor. “maybe we ‘mortals’ just have bigger problems to deal with than appeasing the egos of some hypothetical wannabe archons.” you heard the man make an indignant sound, clearly offended by your words. but you never look up from your work.

the so-called adeptus cast you a glance, watching your delicate artisan’s fingers sweep over the fabric with an elegance that he would never expect. how could someone with such a sharp tongue be so gentle with their work?

when you caught him staring, he quickly looked away, a tint of rose dusting his cheeks. “what is it, mr. adeptus? want me to make you a pretty dress too?” you teased, although you were only half joking. he would actually look pretty good in a dress.

“of course not, i—” he cut himself off, an annoyed look in his eyes. “i was simply surprised by how fragile you are.”

you dropped your needle and thread, leveling him with a deadly glare. “how what i am?” you asked incredulously, rising to your feet. “you’re the fragile one, what with your delicate ego and all.”

the adeptus crossed his arms, staring stubbornly out at the marsh below. “i don’t know why i’m even entertaining this conversation,” he said after a moment of silence. this time, his words weren’t laced with malice— honestly, he sounded rather defeated. you wondered if perhaps you had gone too far with the adepti slander. you were a bit of a diva these days, as your friends were prone to telling you. maybe coming to liyue and insulting their beloved guardians wasn’t such a great idea.

“hey, i’m sorry.” you leaned against the railing beside him, your height nearly level with his. you weren’t a particularly tall person, but for so reason you just never expected someone of his demeanor to be so… small.

so fragile, as he so kindly put it.

he let out a grunt of some kind, and you assumed that meant that he wasn’t really interested in saying anything else. “you know, if you really are an adeptus, then i guess meeting you was kind of lucky, right?” you said, almost more to yourself than to him. “i mean, some people spend their whole lives trying to seek audiences with the adepti, and here i just happened to stumble upon one during my midnight stroll. it’s kinda funny.”

you stood there in an awkward silence, not sure if he would ever respond. he did say that he was done entertaining the conversation, but still… you sighed, letting the breeze rustle your hair as you watched the peak of the sun start to rise over dihua marsh. it seemed that the two of you had been out there all night.

“look, i don’t expect us to be besties or anything, but could you at least tell me your name? it feels weird, having nothing to call you but ‘’mr. adeptus.’” you turned to look at him and saw the fresh sunlight glinting in his eyes, giving them a sparkle that they didn’t have before. he looked down, a small sigh escaping his lips.

“xiao,” he said quietly.

you can’t help but smile, somewhat pleased with yourself for getting him to give you any sort of personal information. “hmm… xiao,” you repeated, turning your gaze back to the mottled sky.

so the two of you watched the sunrise in silence, both so unbelievable fragile, yet so deceptively strong.

thank you for reading! if i’m being honest, i don’t usually plan things out before i write them, i just kinda have a general vibe or idea and then just kinda see what happens?? and this was one of those fics where idk where any of the ideas came from and tbh i don’t even know if it’s coherent lmao. but uh xiao is my absolute favorite character in genshin impact (ive been saving for his rerun for months) and i’ve been wanting to write for him but i just feel like he always ends up kinda ooc when i do. idk. anyways, that definitely won’t stop me from trying to write more for him in the future <3