#and yeah you w always wanted him to get what he deserved (a big stick thru his gut)

[litres-of-cocaine]

yes walter white was a hopeless misogynist aroused by violence and everyone (or one side of the fandom anyway) seems to fixate on that but i’d argue that the way these themes are presented aren’t really about walt. obviously toxic masculinity - though i dislike that term with walt as he is an emasculated figure in the show - and male egocentrism are key points of his character but they seem to present more as a scrutiny of these characteristics within the male breadwinner.

and there can be more point to a theme, like whether that’s within a character or just the larger commentary of the show. i feel like the dynamics of misogyny and chauvinism within walt and his relationships are extremely interesting on their own for sure, and that’s why they provoke such animosity towards him but i’d also say they make such a cruel joke of what the west values within family and it’s horrible but so reflective if that makes sense. i almost view the disruption of the nuclear family (or american dream if you prefer) in brba as satirical with how clearly the ideas of the male provider are stressed over and over and over again. like gus’s attempts to manipulate walt by highlighting this pretence he puts on about his reasons for cooking. i think this pushes forth the examination of the male patriarch given the breadwinner of the show’s main family is a murderer and meth cook. especially considering that walt’s family is technically the only nuclear social unit that we see intact - with the whites still being regarded ‘as a family’ up to the end of s5 even through separation periods and different living scenarios as there is no actual divorce. and when a say ‘traditional’ nuclear family i’m talking married mother and father with multiple children (and i’m not counting jesse’s family as intact, but that’s up to interpretation).

but i think this ironic and incredibly fucking dark focal point of families promoted as ‘ideal’ within america and the west at large really doesn’t operate as a part of walt’s character, but rather uses him as a stand-in for the domestic male figure; the absentee, distanced, violent, and self-martyring qualities that are expected and even praised. so, obviously, as the domestic male figure it is a part of his character but it’s not what makes him unique or interesting. it’s our only view of fatherhood and spousal responsibility within the so-called successful family unit, so it comes to reflect every ‘successful’ nuclear family, not walt. the final thing that walt says whilst his immediate family are all together is ‘we’re a family’ *twice*. it’s practically an affirmation. their family is a success.

again that’s not me saying that walt like isn’t responsible for anything he does lmao, on the fictive level he absolutely is, but also he was created as a construct and as a stand in for patriarchy itself. like the individualistic hatred of walt as a terrible person kind of overlooks the effect of having him as the lone domestic male figure.

and i actually don’t think an embodiment of misogyny is the point of walt’s character necessarily, i would argue mortality is a much more pertinent issue (if i start talking about that i will never stop tho lol), but this crumbling format of what is desirable for neoliberal america makes far more sense to me than just walt as a dickhead to hate if that makes sense.

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By The Heart (Secret Admirer pt 2)

Steddie Week 2024, July 2: Hands / touch starved / Invisible Touch by Genesis

wc: 2136 / rated: T / set between seasons 2 and 3 / also on ao3

After the world fell apart a second time in November of ‘84, Steve had finished out the rest of his senior year in a daze. Partly because Billy Hargrove had broken a fucking plate over his head, giving him a small scar by his hairline that the doctor said would fade and recurring headaches that the doctor said might stick around anywhere from a few months to forever. 

It’s been more than a few months and the headaches are only slightly less frequent and a tiny bit less severe. 

He graduated, barely. His dad keeps dropping pointed comments about how his parents let him stay in their house rent-free after high school, how he’d saved up while attending a nearby college by not having to worry about the cost of a dorm or basic meals, and that it is his gratitude towards them that has moved him to offer the same to Steve. Usually said comments come after Steve tries to sidestep some sort of menial task, and it always feels like a threat.Steve just grits his teeth and takes it—refills his dad’s drink when the bottle is already literally right by the man’s hand, washes the family car after dinner when both his parents know that Steve has a shift at Scoops first thing in the morning, whatever. He can’t afford to get kicked out right now. 

His job at Scoops Ahoy is shit, all bright fluorescent lights and kids screaming and everything getting sticky for a measly minimum wage, but that probably reflects the quality of the job application he’d submitted. 

He has no friends, no prospects, no one in his corner except a bunch of incoming freshmen and the only one who really seems to want him around is off at some sort of smart people camp that he’d never even heard of… Go figure. 

But he has Secret Admirer. 

Okay, what Steve has is a pen pal who has a PO box and prefers to remain anonymous, possibly because Steve is an embarrassing person to have a crush on these days. And it’s really stupid that he thinks of them as first name Secret, last name Admirer, but it’s not like he hasn’t tried to come up with better names! Unfortunately, there are so many things Secret Admirer has called him (sweetheart, darling, dearest, honey, baby) that he can’t really think of anything original with those constantly rotating in his head… He can’t use them, though. It’d be weird. 

The first letter had been shoved into his locker in the last few weeks of school, looking like someone either wrote it with their non-dominant hand or had also suffered a blow to the head recently, and he hadn’t known what to make of it at first. In fact, he’d considered the possibility that Tommy or Billy were playing some sort of prank on him… but he didn’t think either of them could write “To Steve, the heart of my heart” without bursting into homophobic flames, and if it was Carol she would’ve done her girliest handwriting with hearts dotting the eyes. And his Secret Admirer had mentioned things no one else in his life seemed to care about. 

Like, 

I hope you’re feeling better. Sometimes I notice you squinting or grimacing in the classes we have in common… Are you still getting headaches? Do you get enough rest? You probably already know this, but mental and physical rest are super important for getting your handsome self all recovered, big boy. 

And,

I had a concussion once, not a bad one but it really left an impression. Felt like I was trying to think through a head full of soup for weeks. It sucks that teachers didn’t seem to cut you much slack because, just saying, I noticed they used to do that a lot more when you were still on the basketball and swim teams. Jock privilege placed above consideration of an actual, serious injury? I’m sorry, but that’s the rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril, sweetheart, and you deserve better. 

So, yeah. Clearly his Secret Admirer is a nerd who doesn’t necessarily have the best opinion of jocks… but still took the time to notice all those things and write kindly about them. It felt nice, knowing that at least one person out there noticed, maybe even cared. 

And when that letter turned out not to be a one-off, a few more letters in his locker and then one in his mailbox, postmarked and everything, after graduation? Steve was hooked, enough to start writing self-consciously back. 

Which has brought him to the point of wanting so badly to meet this person that he’s stooped to begging, and it’s not even getting him anywhere. 

It’s occurred to him that it could be a guy, of course it has. Steve might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he knows it happens. He’d had a friend in middle school, Todd Fischer, nice guy, totally normal kid—got caught kissing some boy in the next grade up behind the gym and turned out to be the worst sprinter of the two. The Fischers had moved out of Hawkins a few weeks later and Steve hadn’t heard anything from or about Todd since. They’d been halfway through reading Romeo & Juliet in English at the time, and Steve remembers thinking when they got to the end of the play that at least things hadn’t gone that badly for Todd and whoever the other kid was. He’s old enough now to know that it could have; between Todd being such a nice kid, Barb dying in his own backyard, and the threat of government agents coming out of the woodwork if he ever breathes a word about certain secrets, the thought leaves a bad taste in Steve’s mouth. 

Anyway, if it is a guy, that would explain why Secret Admirer keeps dancing around his pleas to meet. And the initially disguised handwriting—which had been dropped by the second mailed letter, along with a brief, sheepish apology. 

But it could also be a girl who’s really shy or something. Steve doesn’t want to assume and then look like a total idiot further down the road. Whoever it is, all Steve knows is that he doesn’t want to lose them. He has to play this smart, play it cool… because he knows himself, and already knows that they have him by the heart based on words alone. 

The latest letter is in his hands, crinkled a little at the edges, and Steve can’t help himself from rereading the fifth paragraph yet again. 

… those indecently tiny shorts. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about running my fingers up the inside of those thighs. Or my mouth. Whichever you think you’d like best, baby, I’m not picky. And while I do like ice cream, particularly strawberry with rainbow sprinkles in a cone, I can think of something else I’d love to wrap my hand around and run my tongue over before any drips can escape. You just think about that, hmm? Maybe share some of those thoughts in your reply, if I haven’t scared you off…

He’s not scared off. Doesn’t need to know exactly who put pen to paper to imagine hands and lips running up his legs, either, an invisible touch that sends shivers along his spine. 

Okay, maybe it’s been a while. Between striking out from behind the Scoops counter and not really trying all that hard anyway, the only action Steve’s seen is from his own hand… and this letter. He has thoughts, alright, but has a much better idea of how to translate them into action than words. And this is his problem with the whole pen pal only thing, his natural charm (if he has any left) is absolutely useless in this medium. 

The other problem is that he really, really wants to jerk off about this, except he’s got almost no details to fuel the fantasy. He knows that Secret Admirer had a concussion once, but not what color or length or texture or style their hair is; knows they’re on the fringes of popularity and not really into sports, but nothing about their height or build or how they might move against him. Hell, he doesn’t even know if they’re a girl or a guy, isn’t sure if he should try to imagine boobies and painted nails or stubbled cheeks and big hands. 

Secret Admirer has mentioned being a smoker though, of both tobacco and grass, and Steve is not exactly proud of how strongly this makes him want a cigarette just because it’s all he has to go on. He has work in under an hour and Robin hates the smell of cigarettes, will be extra vicious for their entire shift if he comes in reeking of smoke. 

He’ll have to figure out something else…

Dear Secret Admirer, Thanks for writing again, I was really glad to get your letter. I don’t sleep with them under my pillow because sometimes my pillow ends up on the floor and I don’t want to drool all over them. I keep them in a box in the back of my closet, because sometimes my parents have the cleaning lady do my bedroom without telling me and I don’t want her going through my stuff or putting it in weird places that I can never find again.  Sorry for laughing at you You must not have seen me last week when I threw a banana peel at my coworker for It’s not being humble if I don’t deserve Yeah, fuck high school.  Sorry for not rewriting this, I’m running out of paper and my dad’ll kill me if I break into his office to get more I definitely thought about what you said in your last letter. I thought about it a lot. It’s hard to figure out how to explain what though, because I wanted to picture you like you were probably picturing me when you were writing it. You obviously know what I look like, but I don’t know who you are so I had to get creative. (Which isn’t my strong suit. So if this is stupid maybe we could just never mention it again?) Since I don’t know what you look like and it’d be weird to try and picture you anyway, and then what if I’m not even close and that makes it seem like I don’t like you for who you are? I’m not sure if that makes sense. But anyway, since I don’t know what you look like I pictured you dressed like a ninja.  Hear me out, okay? You’re such a mystery. Ninjas are mysterious, and dressed all black to blend in with the shadows. You can’t see their hair or face and they wear gloves because you can tell a lot about a person by their hands. I guess what I’m saying is I imagined you sneaking into my room at night when the lights are off. Totally silent but with this powerful presence, you know? I think if I were in the same room as you it’d feel like that moment right before the whistle goes off at a swim meet, because that’s just like, holy shit it’s about to happen and your muscles are all tense but ready but you’re waiting, coiled like a snake. So I’m coiled like a snake and you’re still a ninja and I’m not very good at this. I’ve done it over the phone a few times but that’s different. I don’t know where I’m going with this just sitting writing this alone in my room with Genesis playing in the background so I’m going to stop. Just trust me, it was hot. If you ever want to exchange numbers I’d be happy to tell you all about it sometime.  It feels weird to end like that, so I’ll also tell you that I tried reading that Hobbit book you suggested and you were right, it’s a lot easier than the Rings book that the kids I babysit tried to bully me into reading. Bibo is freaking out about all these dwarves in his house and I can relate, it sounds like when those kids all show up and try to rope me into driving them around town. At least they haven’t tried to make me steal anything or try to take on a damn dragon yet. Hopefully this book won’t give them any ideas.  — Steve PS If that was so dumb you changed your mind about still writing to me, please let me down easy. Seriously it would be no hard feelings. At least I still have a great ass and great hair, so I’ve got that going for me.

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[erisweekofficial]

Tonight we are super pumped to be highlighting @lexluvswriting!!!

They are the author of L'autunno, an xReader fic inspired by Vivaldi's Four Seasons Concerto album!

🩰 If you love fics about dancing, this is PERFECT for you, not to mention it possesses the perfect combination of angst, fluff and 😏

Please give this a read (and listen to the music while you do!) 🎻

Look under the cut to learn about the creation of L'autunno, Lex's dreams for future Eris content, and where Eris goes to vacation! 🏝️

How did you come up with the idea of a Ballerina reader for ꔫ L'autunno?

Coming up with L'autunno was really easy!! I was just listening to my classical music playlist (yes, i'm that person w 30 playlists I fear) and then Vivaldi's L'autunno Allegro came on. Looking at the title, I immediately thought of Eris and Nesta's waltz and wondered what type of music he would like- would the Autumn Court value their creative/performing arts as much as Velaris? (basically L'autunno is one big headcannon that went out of control, but I'm falling in love with writing it so I can't stop, I fear.) As for the ballerina, I've always wanted to be a dancer myself (nothing ever came to fruition) so I decided to let reader dance bc we all deserve to feel beautiful!!

What's something you want to see eris say or do in future books?

 In future books? I want Eris to reunite with Lucien! I want the Vanserras to stick together, bc I know damn well that LOA did not suffer all of this abuse for her children to not get along!! (keeping in mind, i am aware of the traditions in the Autumn Court but surely we can start breaking cycles or smth!!) perhaps this is asking too much but SJM, can we PLEASE have some LOA + Eris wholesome moments please please pLEASE can one of your characters have a good relationship w their parents in ACOTAR 🫶🏼

What ballet do you think Eris loves watching the most?

 OMG I love this- I referred to it slightly in the earlier chapters of L'autunno but I think Eris would love Swan Lake because of his mother!! whatever version it is, I think he'd love them all (I associate a lot of pieces in Swan Lake with Eris)

Where in Prythian do you think Eris likes to vacation and why?

 I'd like to imagine that there is this MASSIVE lake in the Autumn Court that Eris has not a manor, but a humble little cottage at!! Eldest son, daddy issues, loves his Mama, you're gonna look me in the eye and tell me he DOESN'T have a place for just him that isnt unnecessarily glitzy and glamorous?? I'm thinking he makes himself a nice cuppa and goes fishing, or bird watching, and just exists (coming from an eldest child 🫶🏼)

Give us a name for one of his brothers

I'd like to think that one of his brothers is called Theon (idk why) like Theon Vanserra... or maybe Aiden/Aidan Vanserra (I think Aidan is associated with fire?¿) but that's just my brain lol!!

Give us a name for one of his dogs!

OMG. okay, I have a LIST AHAHAH (I'm normal about this I promise) Definitely think Bruno, or Cain, maybe Nox/Lennox idk. but um yeah!!

[runa-falls]

Same anon that sent in the "Can't Fight The Moonlight" ask w/Marc.

When that boy accepts that he is finally in love/worthy of love, you just KNOW there would be some big "At Last I See The Light" moment.

Like, him realising he doesn't need to hold up his walls anymore. He is deserving of love and affection and all kinds of good things.

He's got me in a very fluffy mood uwu

i see this with marc in that boat scene 🤭🥺

you're looking out into the distance, enjoying the sparkling lights of the city from a far, a soft breeze brushing against your face.

you know you're on this boat to meet a contact for information, to do more of your god's dirty work, but with a view like this, you can pretend, just for a moment, that you're on a date with marc.

it's been nice lately, despite the constant violence and traveling. it's been nice just you and marc. you've found a balance, a comfortable dynamic that seems so natural that you feel like you won't be able to leave him after your job is done.

"it's so beautiful." you whisper, never seeing such serenity in a bustling city. it's is one of the quieter moments you've had since getting there, one of the few times you've had time to actually breathe and enjoy the company you have.

"you are." he's been watching you all night because it's your last night before you leave him. he's been thinking about how easy it is being with you, how even with a couple of egyptian gods weighing down your shoulders, you've stayed by his side, every step of the way.

"marc," you shyly look over at him, face flushing with heat. "you're so cheesy!"

he grins with a shrug, not taking it back.

"i was thinking...what if you stayed?"

"in the boat? no way, i'm coming with you! we already talked about this, it's a two person deal --"

"no, i meant, after this."

"stay, like with you?" you tilt your head like a confused puppy

it's exactly what he's saying, but when you say it like that, it sounds like he's proposing to you. a huge step for two individuals who haven't even kissed yet.

he plays it off, "yeah, i mean, you should just stick around, just in case there's more to this case than we thought..."

the words soak into the moment and you sit in silence for a moment

"...is that really the reason?"

"y-yeah..."

"oh," you seem to deflate a bit. "well, sekhmet* was hinting otherwise."

"yeah? what did she say?"

"she thinks you like me."

his eyes widen. is he that obvious?

sure, he takes a few glances at you throughout the day, attempts to make you laugh, brings you your favorite coffee and pastry in the morning, insists on patching you up after fights... ok maybe he is a bit obvious.

but you're oblivious. you take his surprised look differently: "that's what i thought. ugh, she always says stuff to confuse me, i swear, being her avatar means that most of the time she's working against--"

"no, she's right." he says it so quietly you almost miss it.

"you like me...?" He merely looks at you but his answer is conveyed nonetheless. "then ask me to say with you, for real. ask me because you want me here."

"will you stay with me, y/n."

you take his hand in yours, "yes."

*(the egyptian goddess of war)

[delacyrose224]

Strawberry Swing

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: Valentine's Day fluff

Word Count: .8k

Author's Note: I think this is the fastest I have ever put a fic together, and I am blaming it on Bang Chan brainrot. That's all. Oh, and the song of the day is Strawberry Swing by Coldplay!

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You pause, fingers clasped into a fist in front of the door. This was a good idea, right? Bringing Chan food…because it was late…because he’d been working…because it’s Valentine’s Day. Right?

You’d gone back and forth on the whole thing all day. Chan hadn’t told you happy valentine’s day, though you’d texted off and on for hours. It’s not a big deal, you think to yourself. We’ve only been dating a few months. Don’t look too much into it. Maybe he thinks it’s over-commercialized. Maybe he thinks it’s stupid. Maybe he hates the color pink?

Before you can get even more lost in your train of thought, the door in front of you swings open to reveal your boyfriend’s shocked face.

“What’re you doing here? It’s so late!” Chan’s face scrunches in worry looking you over.

You’re so surprised, all you can manage is holding the takeout in your hand towards him. He takes it gently from you, peeking inside.

“For me?” You nod dumbly. “Come in, come in!” He reaches around to the small of your back, guiding you inside his studio.

As you sit on the couch in the far corner of the room, you fidget with your hands. “Is this okay?” you ask.

“Is what okay? Bringing me food? Always.” A small smile dances across his lips as he looks at you fondly. You breathe a sigh of relief and grin.

“How long were you out there?” he asks. A chuckle escapes your lips.

“I don’t think you want to know. Or maybe I’m just keeping an air of mystery about me.”

“Do I still make you that nervous, babe?” Chan throws an overexaggerated wink your way, then barely dodges the pillow you throw at his head. “Hey!”

“You deserved that,” you chide.

“Okay, fine, fine. I’m glad you came by…I missed you.” He stands up, moving across the room to land a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“...what a simp.” It’s your turn to dodge as he dives onto the cushion beside you, grabbing the throw pillow and aiming for your side.

“Okay, okay! I surrender!” You throw your hands over your head, and Chan uses the opportunity to wrap his arms around you and draws you into his chest.

“That’s what I thought, menace.” He leans down, dropping a kiss on the side of your neck and you grow warm at the show of affection.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, your eyes eventually starting to droop because of how late it is. 

“Hey, I thought you came to spend time with me!” Chan pouts, rubbing circles on your arm. “I haven’t even given you your gift yet.” 

“Hmm?” you murmur, still half asleep.

The hand that’s not wrapped around you fumbles beside the couch for a moment, until an envelope appears in your lap.

“What’s this?”

“Open and you’ll see,” Chan laughs. You sit up on the couch and open the pink envelope to see a card, handmade from the looks of it. There’s hearts drawn everywhere, filled in with silver glitter, and in the middle, a stick drawing of a man and a dog. You can’t help the giggle that escapes you as you flip to the inside, where Chan has written a message.

To My Valentine,

I am so very lucky to have met you. Though I haven’t known you for long, every moment we’ve spent together has been precious. You make every day brighter, and I can’t wait to spend many more months together. Gray or blue skies, we’ll face them together.

P.S. I love you Berry much!

Your face burns as you read the last sentence...you hadn’t told each other ‘I love you’ yet.

“Chan, did you make this?” 

“Yeah…I mean, it was Hyunjin’s idea to make you something, he said it would be more heartfelt and meaningful…but I made the thing! I got glitter everywhere.”

He shoves his hands in front of you, and sure enough, there’s specks of silver glitter that catch the light.

“You mean to tell me…you just were cuddling with me…with glitter on you?” He nods. “Which means it’s now on me. Which means it’s never coming off.”

“Um…I just wanted to give you a physical representation of how much I love you?” he offers.

“You love me?” Chan’s ears go pink at your question, but he nods firmly.

“I do love you. Berry much, as the card says. Get it? I drew Berry on the front!” He points at the front of the card, a huge grin on his face showing just how proud he is of his pun.

“Well, I guess we’re even…because I love you so matcha too.” 

Chan groans at your joke, but can’t help laughing as well as he pulls you back toward him, locking your lips together in a kiss.

“...guess we’re a perfect pear.”

“CHAN!”

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Nelson’s Sparrow (Gideon’s Song) Spencer Reid x Black Fem!Y/N

Genre: Angst/Fluff.

Warnings: singer!reader, morgan’s sister!reader, tear jerker, grief, learning to deal with grief

Synopsis: Reid takes Gideon’s death hard and it puts an obvious strain on your relationship - one you didn’t know how to fix. Until you did.

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↳ ❝Grief clouds the vision until you push away those that in your heart you know you need need now more than ever.❞⁣ -Unknown

He never could win a chess match against Jason Gideon. With those dark fatherly eyes and a heart all too big for his chest, the organ scarred and marred till it’d grown black and gnarly with the wounds of the things he’d seen.

It didn’t feel to Reid as if his death was real, all the way from the wake to the funeral Spencer drifted through it all as if watching a film. You had never seen your boyfriend so out of it.

He could never win a chess match with Jason Gideon, and even in his absence he still played the game against the ghost of the last father figure he’d ever known. You’d awaken to find him asleep at his desk in the home library; An unfinished chess match on the table.

Your heart clenched each time, a helpless exhausted smile on your face as you wake him up again only for a cold greeting and an even colder goodbye.

“Spencer, you fell asleep again. It’s 8:39. You have work soon”.

With sunken eyes and pale skin, he would wave you off and go to get ready for work during which you still made him breakfast and brewed him coffee. No matter what, you knew you needed to stick by him. You wanted to.

“Spence? You off”?

“Yeah, bye”.

No hugs or kisses had been shared between the two of you in 4 months and yet you never once blamed him. He’d been dragged through hell and back and he still stood tall. You admired your boyfriend more than anyone; His biggest supporter, through and through.

It was too bad Spencer couldn’t see it yet. He didn’t think he deserved the support. In that big ole brain of his, the doctors only idiocies lied in that of emotions.

He could be book smart all he liked. His brain still lacked the sense to know he deserved love. He deserved love and so, so much more.

[❦]

You sit down with Garcia and JJ at a nearby cafe whilst Spencer got much needed rest at home on a rare day off.

You looked worn and tired beyond your years. You nearly wanted to break down when Garcia pointed out how sad you looked.

You voice cracks when you speak.

“I love him. More than the world itself but I, I don’t know what to do. He doesn’t deserve this”.

The cold crisp air hits your sickly pale caramel skin, exposing your cracked lips and dark under eye circles to both JJ and Garcia. They looked on in pity.

You’d always been the bubbly social type, everytime they’d ever seen you at an event? You were the life of the party. The most lively there.

Now you seemed…dull. As if you only saw in hues of grey and off white.

“Have you been taking care of yourself? That’s the first thing you need to do, darlin’. You can’t help Spencer if you haven’t helped yourself”.

JJ squeezes your hand from across the table; Your eyes glaze over tearfully.

“I-I hadn’t thought about it, Jaje. I’ve been so worried about him, I just… haven’t”.

You look down at the now stale bagel on your plate that had been left relatively untouched. You hadn’t much of an appetite lately let alone much worry in your own self care or appearance.

“Tell ya what, Hun. Come to mine for the day! We’ll do a spa day. Ooh! and I’ll make vegan lasagna”!

You laugh through your tears at Penelope’s natural gift of whimsy, her ability to make everything feel okay for a moment.

You smile.

“I’m in”.

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Your day with JJ and Penelope ended with invitations being texted to the entire team. Keep it lowkey, don’t tell Spencer.

You gripped your purse handle tightly; A home that used to comfort turned into one that brought dread, you felt…lighter when spending the day with Penelope and Jennifer, now you’d have to walk back into a home where love had been paused. A sanctuary that turned into an asylum for the mentally insane. You and Spencer barely speak, both depressed and not nearly in a state to converse with each other let alone the world.

The only comfort you got was that Spencer would most likely be tucked away in his office, playing chess with a ghost or working himself to the bone with little regard for his physical and mental health. Except, that’s not how you found Spencer.

You were sure it was your boyfriend, with the dirty blonde locks and tired eyes, thin from a lack of caring for himself and remembering to eat but…His eyes are sorrowful and they cry. His shoulders bounced with the weight of the wet sobs he let out. You hadn’t seen him cry since the day he’d come back after catching Gideon’s killer, collapsing in your arms and crying himself to sleep. You were his safe space, a home within a home but Spencer knew loss all too well- He hid. Disgusted with himself for pulling you into a dangerous lifestyle, but now… He needed you. You weren’t to abandon a love so beautiful.

“Spencer”? You called out, sighing and dropping your purse down to the couch, kicking your shoes off and walking over to him with the caution of an animal rescuer to a wounded dog. When your hand touched his shoulder, as expected, he flinched away from your touch, you sucked air through your teeth and shook your head, you knew pride wasn’t something either of you needed to fight against right now; sitting in your boys' lap, you wrap your around him and rest his head on your chest, allowing him to let everything out.

“Just let me comfort you, Spence. We’re both tired, don’t fight me”.

He’d been hiding his emotions for so long that his tears drenched the fabric of your sweater, turning the grey colour black.

“Just let me comfort you…”

That’s how the two of you fell asleep, within one another’s arms for the first time in a long time and you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t miss it. That the feel of his arms around you made your heartbeat in your chest when he’d finally stopped crying; his arms wrapping and tightening around you, exhausted from crying for so long. Not a word was spoken between the two of you but you could tell the air felt lighter, if only for just a moment.

The next day when you woke up you were in bed under the duvet and Spencer was gone. The residue of the feeling of his arms saddened you, you missed him.

↳

“Why are you up so late”? Spencer asked when he came home later that night, his voice, gruff in your ear startled you from your present task, you put down your pen and smile awkwardly, hiding the words under your arm, “No reason, just couldn’t sleep”.

“What’s that”? He asked, pointing to the journal underneath your arm, a grimace settles on your face as you think of an excuse, hoping he doesn’t ask anymore questions.

“Grocery l-list”?

Shit. You were a bad liar, it was your downfall in childhood and adulthood it seemed. You could never lie with a straight face and as Spencer examined you with curiosity you could feel yourself stop breathing, waiting for him to go all profiler on you. A trait you heavily disliked in your boyfriend. Spencer, however, takes note of how desperate you were to avoid this and nods his head, eyes sweeping over your figure once more, the grip on his coffee mug strong, he clears his throat and turns around toward the door, taking one last long look at you, “Get some sleep, Petal”.

The word he left in his wake left you stunned.

Your lean back into your chair, your head was thrown back with, silence and a grin. Petal. He once compared you to the vibrance of a petal just come into bloom, he then pronounced you Petal and it’d been your nickname ever since then. A reminder that in his eyes? You bloom. You were his Petal. You were still his Petal.

[❦]

“Hey, Spence. Um, there’s this thing with the team tonight, just a little dinner…If you wanted to go”.

He looked up and now the good doctor was stunned. You adorn a backless black dress with a jewel chain just over the dip of your back, resting just above your crack, with a black pair of red bottoms on your feet. He notes your full face of glam, your hair which was in its natural dark midnight afro - His favorite hairstyle on you. He wanted to say no, but he recognized something; he recognized your willingness to try, your persistence to save your relationship lest grief draw the two of you apart.

And the one person Spencer Reid loved most was you.

You exhale in relief when he speaks.

“Let me get dressed. I’m a little underdressed, aren’t I? You look…beautiful”.

Your heart swells, smiling softly, “I’ll go start the car, yeah”?

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At the party, comfortably situated in one of David Rossi’s summer homes was the start of a break-through for you and the doctor, who noted a stage when he came in. The party was for him. He looked over to you with the raise of his brow, you smile guiltily.

“You have people who love you, Doctor. Unconditionally so, and now we’re going to show you that you’re not alone. Hold this for me”?

With a second of handing him your purse, you disappear to the stage and sit in front of a piano; your chosen instrument since you were 16.

“Spencer Reid, Gideon’s Song. Sparrow in a treetop, eyes dark as night, he sings and it don’t stop, he’s got to send a letter…”

When the song starts, Spencer is enthralled, he immediately realizes why you acted so weird that night when he saw your alleged “grocery list”, his eyes are trapped on you with eyes closed and lips just barely touching the microphone; The song sings a story of a Sparrow atop a tree who sings to send a message, a letter to a boy it once mentored in its human life, a boy it thought of as a son; a boy it respected dearly. At the end of the song, it finally reaches the Sparrows boy. The Sparrow's chosen son.

“What’s that”? He asked, pointing to the journal underneath your arm, a grimace settles on your face as you think of an excuse, hoping he doesn’t ask anymore questions.

“Grocery list?

Shit. You were a bad liar, it was your downfall in childhood and adulthood it seemed. You could never lie with a straight face and as Spencer examined you with curiosity you could feel yourself stop breathing, waiting for him to go all profiler on you. A trait you heavily disliked in your boyfriend. Spencer, however, takes note of how desperate you were to avoid this and nods his head, eyes sweeping over your figure once more, the grip on his coffee mug strong, he clears his throat and turns around toward the door, taking one last long look at you, “Get some sleep, Petal”.

“It reaches his ears, it quiets his fears…The Sparrow’s song…For the Sparrow’s son”. The note is drawn out and high, angelic to the doctors ears as a tear falls from his eyes. He’s surrounded by the people that love him and at the end of the song - His mom is brought in, in a wheelchair, she sits listening to Y/n’s song with her eyes closed, content and adoring the music being brought to her ears. She brought him his mama. God, he didn’t think it was possible to love you more than he did in that moment.

Later that night when it was just he and Morgan talking outside, Morgan smiles at his little brother, patting the younger male on the back.

“You chose a good one, kid. My sister loves you and I know you love her, and you know what”?

“What”? Spencer quirked his eyebrows in curiosity, his hands both in the pockets of his slacks.

“Gideon’s proud of you. We all are, especially Y/n”.

Squeezing his shoulder, Morgan leaves Spencer with something to think about; you come in after him grinning brightly at your boyfriend, “You ready to go”?

Spencer is tall, lanky, within like two steps of a stride he’s in front of you, his lips passionately mingling with yours to your shock but delight. You smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and nearly melting into a puddle in his arms.

[❦]

With your legs to your chest, your body drowned in Spencer’s t-shirt, you look at your boyfriend with love and gratitude in your eyes, “Did you like it”?

“Like it would be a bit of an understatement”.

You nod contently, choosing your next words very carefully. You’d lost your sister to lukemia in 2014, she was the one who raised you her entire life, you took care of her up until her eventual death so you knew something of the grief Reid was feeling. You knew it was hard to move forward when losing someone so special to you.

“Do you wanna talk about it”?

“Yeah, yeah I would like that” His adams apple bobs with the knot that appears in his throat thinking of all the emotions he felt. You touch his hand and smile reassuringly, allowing him to speak at his own pace.

“He was the only father figure I knew, he and Hotch trained me, t-taught me”.

“I know, Darlin” You whisper, squeezing his hand.

“It feels suffocating. I’m used to facts and science. Emotions are something I know nothing about and I’ve read book after book on them, articles… This is n-not what I d-”

You move so you’re hugging him, cutting him off as he speaks. He gasps but invites you into his arms without hesitation, the air feels lighter, breathable.

He knows what it means without you speaking. He sighs. One of relief, a weight lifted from his shoulder.

“Thank you. I love you too”.

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A/N: why couldn’t they just let my mans live off screen in his lil cabin bro? 😀

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

could I have had "countering/denial gaslighting" used on me?

tw for possible gaslighting and details of abuse/examples idk. yeah.

so sorry this is long, examples below of what's been going on in my relationships:

someone I was in a relationship with for awhile (call them Tim) has brought up time and time again would sit me down and tell me "don't you remember doing this behavior? don't you remember" like for years of our relationship it'd be the same conversation. and he kept bringing it up again but I never remembered it like it never clicked as a memory. I feel like im never telling enough of the truth and I always feel manipulative doing this but I know I have memories of them doing abusive things to me I won't go into detail and they have always gotten mad and said "I never did that. it never happened. your a liar." and well now everyone calls me a liar. and Tim kept repeating to me that, "of course you wouldn't remember bc you feel such guilt and shame for abusing me!"

and 2 of my other abusers (ill call them Bob and Mary) have also done this by bringing up "oh you did this *bad* behavior to joey (someone I haven't seen in a decade) don't you remember, I was there!" and I hit up joey bc I found his socials through someone else and joey said that it didn't happen the way my Bob and Mary said it happened and that I didn't do anything bad to him and joey wanted to know how I was doing and we had a nice chat, after not seeing each other for a decade... so ill take it from joey obviously. Then when I brought that up to my Bob and Mary, what joey had said, and they were surprised I got in touch with joey, and i said "hey I got in touch with joey and he said you guys are making things up." Bob and Mary then responded with, "yeah, well, of course he's saying that bc you probably spooked him hitting him up and of course he lied to you, of course he's saying that!" But like... joey said himself that I didn't hurt him and he had a good conversation with me, like the conversations weren't shut down quickly, he wanted to know what im up to and complimented me on things. like just chatting.

the 3 of them (bob, Mary, and Tim) have ganged up on me time and time again calling me an abuser while abusing me and telling me I deserve to be abused for what I did to joey and what I did to them...

the little bit of memories I have with Tim are of him telling me to keep it secret for him whenever he wanted to hide from the adults with me and wanted me to get nude with him where the adults wouldn't find us. but I remember him initiating that and I don't remember anything significant happening but im afraid something did. he's denied this and called me a liar and his friends call me a liar too. its such a faded memory and ive been worried for YEARS that ive been making it up (and still worry about that) but I know its a genuine memory and not some dream or fabrication of my mind. it seems to hit hard sometimes talking about what happened between me and Tim or me and Bob and Mary... it makes me have big emotional reactions to it... and I know im getting genuinely emotional I hate constantly being told im a liar or im making it up.

I was told to look at all my behaviors and all of their behaviors. like how does time, Mary, and bob act with others, or act around you? and they all are very racist, homophobic, sexist. they are sometimes cruel to others. and some of them had other people call them out on abuse too. but when I brought that up to Tim, Mary, and bob, I said: "you know, I spoke with x person and I spoke with y person and they both accused you of abuse too!" and they told me, "No you don't need to hit them up. you shouldn't even hit them up. you wanna hit them up? Fine! ill hit up those bullies from high school and see who blames who!" and "we're abusing you now bc you deserve it for being the abuser." and thats the narrative they stick with. not word for word but the gist of it. and I was bullied though, it isn't fair idk what my bullies would say about me now but they bullied me for years. I feel tripled wammied with having abuse at home, school, and in a relationship...

sorry its so long. sorry its a mess.

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry to hear about what you've been going through and please know you're not alone. It sounds like all 3 of these abusers have been gaslighting you, whether by insisting you did things you don't recall, or denying things that make them look bad. They seem to avoid accountability even if confronted by people who support your narrative of events, and aim to make you feel like you're always at fault. They also seem to justify abusing you by claiming that you deserve it for being "abusive" yourself, but in reality, there is no excuse for abuse. It makes absolute sense to be hurt and emotional from enduring this - being told that your memories are fake or that you've done things you haven't can be incredibly damaging, so please know that your feelings are valid.

It sounds like none of these people deserve to be around you if they mistreat you like this. Consider self reflecting and asking yourself if you feel these relationships are worth maintaining, or whether they're only going to continue to be manipulative and bigoted. Ask yourself if these are relationships you want to have.

If you can access or afford it, a mental health professional such as a therapist could also help you process your experiences, these complicated dynamics, and the impact they have on you. A therapist can also help you develop some healthy coping mechanisms that you can take with you along your healing journey.

I hope I could help and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[glyhpsrfvckincol]

If you don't mind the asking, what requests are in your inbox ATM?

Of course!

( 1. ) Hello! Can I request a platonic Luz and Camila Noceda x reader where after they take reader in from foster care, they have to deal with her trying to start fires? Not in the house, but they go outside, gather up sticks and paper, and just set it on fire. I apologise if this goes against what your comfortable with! Thank you if you do! 🙏

↳ Requested; 12th February, 2023

( 2. ) Could you do Belos x male reader where they meet in the tide pools episode and Belos is just absolutely in love?

↳ Requested; 17th February, 2023

( 3. ) Hi! not sure if rqs are open (feel free to ignore or delete this if you want)

But could you write hcs, for Alador Blight x gn!reader, who collects little trinkets, like rocks, shiney things and what not? and the reader will just give him one as a gift randomly?

sorry if its bland lol, i js love alador :D

↳ Requested; 7th March, 2023

( 4. ) Hai again um my doesn't include any spoilers either cuz I have no motivation to finish the show lmao

Could you do a small fic with Hawks x gn!reader where reader has constant nosebleeds, lack of vision, no motivation to even get out of bed and when they do the workd feels like its spinning and dizziness/lightheadedness when theyre standing for to long that even the smallest brush of wind could knock them over.

This has been going on with me for a little bit over 2 years now and me nor my aunt (who's a nurse) knows what's going on with me and I've fainted many times because of it, and Keigo is one of my biggest comfort charcters and it's embarrassing but him kinda being there when this is happening is just is oddly calming lmao

And yeah you are my go-to! Your writing is absolutely amazing and I always find myself scrolling on your page on repeat! You have great works! :))

↳ Requested; 30th March, 2023

( 5. ) HIIIII!! I was wondering if you could request a Jealous Hunter x reader headcanon or scenario. Whichever you want. Maybe something with the reader having a flirty/touchy friend and Hunter does not like that at all. Or something else if you want! Thank you for reading this if you do!

↳ Requested; 1st April, 2023

( 6. ) My mind is broken after the finale so excuse me if this is cringey

Could you maybe do a Eda and Raine with a baby/child!reader where after the battle (this takes place during that time skip sequence) and the reader is seen all alone so Eda and Raine adopts them?

Reada is canon let’s go

↳ Requested; 9th April, 2023

( 7. ) Could you do luz and amity(seperate) with a human that has been in the boiling for a while and has had to get by being a conman and aren't proud of it.

↳ Requested; 10th April, 2023

( 8. ) Can I request headcanons of The Collector with a Reader who doesn't fear him and decides to be they big brother/sister? He deserves a better happy ending I'm sorry 🥲

Thank you!

↳ Requested; 10th April, 2023

( 9. ) Okay sso like many others, my mind is still processing the finale lol. I just want some parent Raine. Any headcanons on what Raine would call King, stepparent Raine for the win

↳ Requested; 10th April, 2023

( 10. ) Any headcanons on what terms of endearment Hunter calls Willow?

↳ Requested; 11th April, 2023

( 11. ) Hiii! Ik this is kinda a cliche request but may I request some head cannons for Hunter with a human S/O (maybe a friend of Luz? It’s up to you) who likes to sing? Thank you!!!

↳ Requested; 12th April, 2023

( 12. ) Hiii! If it’s alright, may I request some general Eddie Blight dating head canons? Thank you :D

↳ Requested; 19th April, 2023

( 13. ) Hi! Hope your having a nice day! could I request a Hunter x Shapeshifter!reader just some hcs of Hunter w a reader who can turn into different animals and mimic people/voices and uses said abilities to be a menace and cause chaos just cuz they can no real reasoning behind it it’s just fun.

Also here’s some ideas I’ve had about reader for if you do choose to do this request that might help!

-> I feel like reader would probably be able to change their body to be able to take on like a half form of things so like they could give them-self ears or like wings (I personally rlly like wings) and depending on if they have a ‘Main form’ of sorts they could probably have some of the features of that thing like idk enhanced hearing or their good at being quiet/Sneaky.

-> Also I imagine that they might get like aches if they haven’t done it in a long while just based on the fact that in a way it’s like changing your bones/Bone structure if that makes sense so if they do it too much (Like an unhealthy amount like every single day for hours on end) Or haven’t done it in a long time they’d get aches n stuff

->They would probably use smaller/Quieter forms to scare/sneak up on people

-> I also just wanted to quickly mention that they might have a ‘main form’ that’s kinda just like the thing they first ever turned into and is something they turn into when they don’t rlly think about it

If not that’s fine too! Thanks for reading my request :]

↳ Requested; 21st April, 2023

( 14. ) I saw in your sensitivity HC’s that you bc Hunter has a mommy kink and I was hoping you could elaborate on that more? NSFW? If you’re comfortable of course if not then please direct me to a list of rules so I can refrain from making you uncomfy again ❤️

↳ Requested; 21st April, 2024

( 15. ) hi hi!! hope ur doing well ^^ can i request some headcanons for luz and hunter? so in my head this would take place when the gang is trapped in the human world but ya know do whatever’s fun or makes the most sense. reader is like one of one luz’s few human school friends, and maybe they see Hunter around town with luz sometimes start like, developing a crush on him ya know? so they start asking luz about him and its like OBVI theyre like sorta into him even though they haven’t actually? talked? and they aren’t ASKING to talk to him either, they’re being avoidant in a very “teenage crush” way, but maybe they start asking luz to put in a good word for them, or asking what he likes or like asking luz to give him stuff for them. just their general reactions would be fun!! sorry if this is too much lol

↳ Requested; 24th April, 2023

( 16. ) Hey um. If rq are open Will you pretty please do a Hunter x Wild Witch!Reader, who specializes in Beast Keeper magic? They know the ins-and-outs of all the little (and big) critters of the Boiling Isles, and whenever they see something, they just go "NEW FRIEND!! MUST PET!!" So Hunter is VERY concerned for their well-being.

"Will you PLEASE leave the WILD GRIFFIN alone?!" "But he needs head scritches!! Griffins can't reach their heads!! :<" "... Just be careful. Please." -A convo that happens every week other week

Love your work btw<3

↳ Requested; 6th May, 2023

( 17. ) Hiii I love your writing 🫶 could you do hexsquad like reactions to seeing you again after they returned from the human realm?

↳ Requested; 23rd May, 2023

( 18. ) Hi! 💕

Can I request a fluffy headcanon about Fluff relationship (Friends to Lovers) with his shy!female!human!reader for Hunter (TOH)? Please??

↳ Requested; 24th May, 2023

( 19. ) Hello! 😊

Can I request a fluffy headcanon about hugs and hand-holdings with his shy!female!human!reader for Hunter (TOH)? I live for flustered and touch-starved Hunter! 💕 Please??

↳ Requested; 24th May, 2023

( 20. ) Hello! ✨

Can I request a long fluffy/comfort&hurt oneshot with prompts: "Hey-y, hey, don't cry. It's okay. C'mon, come sit under the blanket with me.", "Everything hurts. Being with you is the only good thing in the world anymore, Y/n.", "Just stay a little longer. Please, Y/n." and [She gives her gentle kisses on his tear-stained cheeks for comfort] about his shy!female!human! reader comforts Hunter (TOH)in her room at Eda's home for Hollow Mind aftermath? 😭💕

Hint: Hunter quickly decided to stay with his shy!female!human!reader in her bedroom because he trusted her so much and she is his safe place too.

I really live for flustered Hunter! 💗 Please??

↳ Requested; 24th May, 2023

( 21. ) Hi! 😊

Can I request a long fluffy oneshot with prompts: "Um, C-can I touch your ears, p-please? B-because your ears are so extremely adorable, Hunter.” and “G-go on..I don’t m-mind at all, y/n” about what Hunter (TOH) would reacts to his shy!female!human!reader gentlely touches his ears then strokes his ears gently made him purring like a cat in guest room at Luz's house on Human Realm? I really love to see Hunter's blushing reaction to it! 😆

I live for flustered and touch-starved Hunter! 💘 Please??

↳ Requested; 24th May, 2023

( 22. ) May I request Gus with a human reader who is just telling him more and more outrageous lies about human society and culture for shits and giggles? Like he asks them about the human society and they just start making up shit to see what he believes?

↳ Requested; 30th May, 2023

[underswitch-official]

CH2 P1

Everything is very white. As my eyes adjust, Asriel notices a camera hidden in the bushes. I see a path and run down it as fast as I can. I walk around a pretty thick stick, and after a few footsteps, it snaps. A few seconds later, I swear I hear footsteps behind me, and Asriel sees the silhouette of a tall skeleton. I run as fast as I can and reach a really big gate. I freeze in place as I hear more footsteps behind me.

" H u m a n .  D o n ' t  y o u  k n o w  h o w  t o   g r e e t  a  n e w  p a l?  T u r n  a r o u n d  a n d  s h a k e  m y  h a n d . "

I turn around slowly, and there's the silhouette that Asriel saw. They extend their hand in greeting, and I accept it. A whoopee cushion goes off, and the light reveals the skeleton.

"nyeh heh heh, the ol' whoopee cushion in the hand trick. it's always funny," the skeleton says.

I can't contain my laughter for very long, and Asriel moans.

The skeleton has a golden hoodie and grayish brown sweatpants.

"anyway, youre a human, right? that's hilarious. im papyrus, papyrus the skeleton. im supposed to be on watch for humans right now, but… y'know… i don't really care about capturing anybody. now my brother, sans, is a human-hunting FANATIC. hey, actually, i think that's him over there. ive an idea. go through this gate thingy. yeah, go right through. my bro made the bars too wide to stop anyone."

Papyrus ushers me through and leads me to a station of sorts with two snow rocks and a snowmonster.

"quick, behind that conveniently-sized snowmonster," he says. I run behind it, and Asriel says, "*It's a good thing this snowmonster is bigger than you, or else it wouldn't be a very good hiding place."

I nod and watch as a shorter skeleton angrily stomps forth.

"sup, bro?" Papyrus says casually.

"YOU KNOW WHAT 'SUP,' BROTHER! IT'S BEEN OVER A FORTNIGHT, AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T RECALIBRATED. YOUR. PUZZLES! YOU JUST HANG AROUND OUTSIDE YOUR STATION! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?!?" Sans rants.

"staring at this snowmonster. its really cool. do you wanna look?" Papyrus replies.

"NO!! I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT!!" Sans says as he stomps angrily. "WHAT IF A HUMAN COMES THROUGH HERE!?! I WANT TO BE READY!!! I WILL BE THE ONE, I MUST BE THE ONE! I WILL CAPTURE A HUMAN!"

Sans stops stomping and poses with his hand on his chest. His light blue scarf-cape-thing billows despite there not being any wind. "THEN, I, THE EXCELLENT SANS, WILL GET EVERYTHING I UTTERLY DESERVE! RESPECT… RECOGNITION… I WILL FINALLY BE ABLE TO JOIN THE ROYAL GUARD! PEOPLE WILL ASK… TO BE MY… 'BUD?' " Sans looks like he's starting to get nervous, or confused, or both, "I WILL BATHE IN A SHOWER OF KISSES EVERY MORNING?"

"hmm…" Papyrus says. "maybe this snowmonster will help you."

"PAPYRUS!!" Sans shouts. "YOU ARE NOT HELPING!! YOU LAZYBONES!! ALL YOU DO IT SIT AND BONEDOGGLE! YOU GET LAZIER AND LAZIER EVERY DAY!!!" He blasts the snowmonster with a laser, and my helmet shatters. I curl up into a ball, and Sans doesn't notice me.

"hey, take it easy. ive gotten a ton of work done today. a skel-ton," Papyrus says. Out of nowhere, a set of drums plays badum tss.

"PAPYRUS!!!"

"come on. youre smiling."

"I'M ALWAYS SMILING! SIGH… WHY DOES SOMEONE AS EXCELLENT AS ME HAVE TO DO SO MUCH JUST TO GET SOME RECOGNITION?"

"wow, sounds like youre really working yourself… down to the bone." Once again, the drums play badum tss.

"UGH!!! I WILL ATTEND TO MY PUZZLES. AS FOR YOUR WORK? PUT A LITTLE MORE… BACKBONE INTO IT!!!! TYEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!! … HEH!" Sans leaves and Papyrus says, "you okay, bud?"

I stand up and nod, then go to Papyrus to try and talk to him. Before I can say anything, he says, "you oughta get going. he might come back, and if he does, youll have to sit through more of my hilarious jokes."

I mumble nervously and shuffle closer to Papyrus.

"whats the holdup? look, theres nothin to be afraid of. it's just a dark cavern filled with funny skeletons and horrible monsters," he says with a wink.

I chuckle and start to leave. Just as I'm about to leave this section, Papyrus stops me and says, "actually, hey… hate to bother ya, but can you do me a favor? i was thinking… my brother's been kinda down lately… hes never seen a human before, and seeing you might just make his day. dont worry, hes only dangerous when he isnt trying, and that almost never happens. thanks a million. ill be up ahead." He walks in the wrong direction, but I don't pay attention to that. I go to the next section, and the first thing I see is another orange star. "*Those are called save points," Asriel says.

I touch the save point and the message this time is:

*The convenience of that snowmonster still fills you with Determination.

[conanssummerchild]

finallly analising this jdskdjsksj

okay so to start off, the song summer child is pretty much about a person who is hurting, who's struggling but people dont notice, just to summarise it very very quickly. there is so much more to the song tho, and i'll get into that now.

and disclaimer in case i make someone mad, im not saying that mike fits every word of the song, this isnt even rlly an analisis, more of like a silly thing i decided to make so no one come for me 😭 i am interested in hearing ur opinions tho

so anyway, conan starts the song with the lyrics

so with that first line hes saying smth like you see beauty even when there is none, or even when no one else does and in s1 yk how mike is tho only one who wants el to stick around, yeah. also when theyre getting bullied by troy and he says to dustin that he thinks its cool, like he has a superpower like the x men or smth (cant quite remember it)

anyway i dont have much to say abt line two but with all the shit they went thru with the upside down, its hard to imagine he wouldnt be at least a little afraid of the dark at night (also when i was little i was rlly scared of the dark and i kin mike so what i say goes /j)

(TW SELF HARM) i rlly cant say much abt the next line without turning this into projection central, but what i take from this line is conan talking abt self harm, i rlly dont know if this could b interpreted any other way tho? anyway its not that i think mike hurts himself, and there is no evidence in the show claiming he does (at least none that i know of, if there is tell me so i can project harder) but one time back when i got sent to therapy (and refused to talk to my therapist abt anything but mike wheeler) she tried to get deep w me and told me that a lot of people self harmed because they bottled up their feelings so much that in the end that was the only release they could get or theyd like explode, smth abt ppl who felt too much too big. ngl i dont rlly remember but honestly thats so mike wheeler if u ask me (what my therapist said)

ok so this is what i meant when i said not everything fit exactly, bcs while i dont think ted is a good father, i also dont think hes 'mean' in the way i think conan means it

green = byler. mindblowing ik /s

anyway the last two lines i feel like are less abt someone specifically running through sprinklers on their street and more about how when u were younger things were more simple and imo an important part of mikes arc is how he tries to make himself grow up faster, only to later mourn the better days that he lost and it was his fault, and if u ask me this part of his arc has to do with neurodivergency and maski- [GUNSHOTS]

ok and so we get to the part that made me start to think mike was summer child coded, mikes whole little pretense game he has going on, hiding parts of himself he feels arent good enough for people to see, how people have ignored and dismissed his feelings so many times to the point that he just gives up on trying to talk about them, how he struggles with his depression (yes i am a therapist i can officially diagnose him /j) but still puts so much time and effort into helping other people, he's selfless to a fault, to the point that hes hurting himself more than anything else.

how theres always a part of him in the dark, never quite revealed to the audience, portraying how he never fully reveals it to his friends.

so once again i'll mention how ppl have always dismissed and ignored mikes concerns and struggles to the point where he starts to just keep it to himself, and acts angry or grumpy when rlly there is so much more brewing under the surface he just doesnt think he deserves for someone to care, or even just directly thinks they dont care anyway

and ive tried to stay mostly partial so far and not bring up will or mikes sexuality, but in the end i think him being gay is an important part of his arc and definitely present in his struggles and the second to last line makes me think of will being shown to be like mikes sun (his heart ;)) and how hes keeping up a pretense about the way he really feels both about will and el to everyone but himself (no i dont think hes clueless ._.)

so this is actually the part that made me make the original post bcs hello?? the first three lines, did conan just literally write this song about mike wheeler?? mikes self sacrificial nature is something that comes up repeatedly, whether you want to acknowledge it or not. that boy would do anything for his friends, and im not even gonna get into the cliff scene bcs we'd be here all night. but like i was saying, the rest of the lines reference how mike sees the beauty in things others dont, EXCEPT when it comes to himself.

yeah, when it comes to himself he won't see the best parts of himself, only the bad, its up to a bystander (will?? the audience? mikes self concious, or is that too far-fetched?) to quietly observe the way hes falling apart

anyway slay that was bad and long and also excuse any spelling mistakes and incoherency its like 1 in the morning where i live so im analising mike wheeler, as any sane person would. once again, this isnt a proper analisis just something i pulled out of my ass so idk

@apocalyptic-byler no pressure to read this nonsense but u said youd b interested and i said id tag u so here it is lol

Mike Wheeler is so very summer child coded. There, I said it.

[httpdabi]

Jealousy

Word count: 6,5k

Genre: Smut, romance, no quirk lol

Warnings: 18+, a little bit of choking, a little bit of daddy kink, rough sex, dom!dabi , jealousy kinda, unprotected sex, alcohol

Credit to the owner of the pic!!

✨Friends to lovers fic✨

Throwing your phone across the room, deep breath coming out of your mouth. The fact that he was coming back today made the time pass so slow it was painful. You were glancing at your phone every now and then checking what time it is, knowing he should arrive around 17PM. Rolling down on your old bed, you took a good look of your room.

Pastel pink walls, white bed, small working table in the left corner of the room. Beside your bed were photos taped on the wall. All those photos woke a memory in you. Some of the photos were of you and your friends, but most of them were of you and Dabi.

Dabi.

Your childhood best friend. You will never forget the day you first met him. Shy little Touya not wanting to play with your dolls. I’M A MAN. He screamed back then, throwing the doll away, making you cry loudly. You will never forget how scared he got in the moment you started screaming around, trying to hush you down somehow. He did everything he could hoping his parents won’t hear.

Yours and Touya’s parents were literally best friends, visiting each other almost every day. Having to face him so often, you two almost had no choice then to become friends. At the beginning none of you were impressed by each others company. But how both of you grew up, you were becoming closer and closer. At some point, you two became inseparable.

When Touya started getting piercings, you were so jealous. You wanted to get that Certilage piercing just like him, but your parents were so strict even the thought of it made their hair get up. Of course Touya being Touya, he didn’t give a two shits about their decision. Picking you up one day after school and brining you to his friend that did his piercings too. That night both families were fighting. His parents lecturing him how he is such a bad influence to you, and your parents screaming on you how you’ll never get married with piercing like that. Saying it’s not ladylike.

,, If no one marries her, I will’’ Touya said, making your heart flutter, and everyone else in the room laughed loudly, finding it cute how he was protecting you.

Of course, growing up both of you went different directions in your life. Moving out of your parents place was best thing that happened to you. Having that freedom you never had before, you were appreciating even little things.

Dabi moved out in another city, saying he never wanted to live in his hometown anyway. Of course, there wasn’t a day that he didn’t contact you. But having him so far away made things much harder for you. The only positive thing about him moving to another city was the fact that your huge crush on him would melt down, at least you hoped so.

You were so in love with him. How could you not be ? Having him around so much, such a handsome and good guy, you simply had to develop feelings toward him.

Walking downstairs, you heard Enji laughing loudly at something your father said. You visiting your parents home again, while Todoroki’s were also there, all of you waiting for Dabi to return. It made your heart warm up again, missing moments when all of you were spending time together so often.

Making your way toward kitchen, you opened the fridge looking for something to eat. Not that you were hungry, you were simply bored and something had to kill that boredom.

Taking the milk pudding, you opened it and took one spoon. You tried to multitask somehow, with one hand you were eating the pudding, while with other hand just scrolling your instagram feed.

Suddenly, a head placed on your shoulder, trying to see what you were looking at. Your parents always did that. They had to know why you were always holding that damn phone in your hands.

,, Dad, this is private, I’m not a child anymore’’ you whined, pushing your fathers head away. You hated when he does that, privacy is privacy and it has to be respected.

,, I didn’t know you were into daddy kink’’ a familiar voice whispered, making you flinch in surprise. Turning around you immediately jumped on the person standing behind you. Dabi laughed, placing his hand around your waist hugging you strongly, before he pulled you up in the air.

,, You little piece of shit, I missed you so much’’ you said hugging him back, not paying any attention to your parents in the background.

The rest of the day was all about Touya. How he was, what did he do, does he have a girlfriend and so on. Of course he liked to be the center of the attention, talking about everything. Not that you were complaining, you were sinking in every word that came out of his mouth, admiring him as always.

At the end of the day, your parents made plans that this week all of you should meet and have a super cool bbq like in the old times. Which meant one big ass sleep over, with Todoroki’s. Those nights were always amazing, so much food, so much sweets and of course so much alcohol for grown ups. That was the reason why Rei and Enji slept over after all. All of them would simply get wasted.

Dabi decided he will sleep at your place, since he never saw your new apartment, all of them agreeing, knowing that there’s a lot he probably wanted to tell you.

First both of you went to his old home, placing his suitcase and taking just few stuff to bring over. He didn’t want to waste any time, since his parents were still at your place, and he really wanted to finally see your new apartment.

Placing his bag in his hallway, he immediately went inside your living room, looking around, commenting what doesn’t look good and how he would decorate it much better. He opened the fridge, feeling like home and took one ice cream out of the freezer. Making his way toward your couch.

,, So, where’s that piece of shit called Kai’’ he asked, biting the chocolate on the ice cream. You were confused a bit, since you broke up with Kai long time ago.

,, Didn’t I already tell you? It’s been six months since we broke up’’ you laughed out. How can it be possible that you left your dear Touya uninformed about your love life.

,, Oh, that breaks my heart.’’ He said sarcastically. ,, What happened?’’ he added licking the ice cream.

,, Well, he cheated on me’’ you lied, sitting down beside him. Well, technically he did cheat on you, but the reason behind it was because he found out about your feelings about Dabi. He found out that he was only being used to forget your one sided love. Not that you didn’t like Kai, you did find him attractive, but you couldn’t force yourself to do with him stuff every couple did. Which made him cheat on you, hoping he will make you step further. But at his surprise you did something every normal person would do, broke up with him.

You did feel disappointed that you two had to part your ways like that, but you also understood him and with that you couldn’t force yourself to hate him or be that much hurt.

,, He didn’t deserve you anyway. I have no idea what did you see in him. Dude looks like he fed a whole Village in Africa, no offense ‘’ he said, making you laugh.

,, Anyway, we are invited to Mina’s birthday this Saturday’’ you said placing both of your legs on the table.

,, Aren’t we having a bbq that day?’’ Dabi asked as he placed the stick of his ice cream on the table.

,, Yeah, but we can still go tho. They’ll be really happy to see you again, I told everyone that you are back’’ you said, as he placed his head on your lap. You smiled, knowing how much he loves when you play with his hair.

,, Sure, we can do both. I am glad I’ll see them all again’’ he said making your stomach twist out of jealousy. You knew how much Yua and Akari liked Dabi. Of course you were friends, but the fact that all these two had their eyes on him made your blood boil. Even Mina was into him, until she found a boyfriend recently. They didn’t know that you liked him, but you knew very well that they weren’t happy that you had him by your side all the time.

After telling you about the city and all his experience, you two decided to go to sleep since it was already 2AM. You went to the bathroom to change into your silk pajama, coming back only to find Dabi in your bed wearing only shorts.

,, I really wanna get some tattoos too’’ you said looking the tattoos over his chest and arms, wanting to touch every single one of them.

,, Do it’’ he simply said, placing his arms under his head. You just rolled your eyes on him, he knew very well that you weren’t that brave.

,,You can sleep here, I’ll crash on the couch’’ you said ready to stand up. He was a guest after all, and for him you would sleep on the floor if he asked you to.

,, Of course you’re not’’ he said grabbing your arm and pulling you in the bed beside him. Wrapping his one arm around you.

,, Don’t get all cold with me suddenly’’ he laughed while covering both of you with your covers. Of course, you two slept together in one bed before, it wasn’t something unusual. But knowing how you feel about him, you knew that with every move like this, your feelings will grow back even stronger then they were before.

,, Touya, we aren’t children anymore’’ you said, trying to wiggle out of his grip.

,, That’s exactly what I was thinking about. Might as well do stuff adults do’’ he said jokingly, making you push him even harder. Making sure you are smiling he just held you stronger repeating that he was joking.

Once you realized that he won’t really give up, you just gave in, preparing yourself for one sleepless night with him.

Dabi placed your leg over him, slowly caressing your tight while telling you about some nonsense like he did before until you would fall asleep. Once he thought that you fall asleep, you felt his long arms around you and his lips on your head.

Having him so close to you, he didn’t know what effect he had on you. For him it was just one normal night, while for you it was something you won’t be able to keep out of your mind next upcoming weeks.

The next days it was like before. Dabi was spending more time at your place as he did home. You two would spend time together, playing games, going grocery shopping together, visiting cafes and so on. You even saw Akari in one café, and of course she was all over Dabi. You couldn’t watch it, she was touching his arm so recklessly, and the fact that he wasn’t doing anything about it didn’t’ help either.

Excusing yourself, you said that you felt sick. Dabi wanted to follow you home, but Akari was insisting how he should stay, since they didn’t see each other for such a long time. Not wanting to make any scene, you just told him to stay, not to worry and left them.

On your way home, you felt terrible. It wasn’t anything big, but yet you overacted there and had to leave. But you simply couldn’t watch or hear anything more. You were the one that was supposed to touch him like that. You wanted to touch all those tattoos, and even tho you were his best friend you couldn’t find the courage to do it. Yet, stupid Akari did it without a problem.

Knowing that Dabi will probably just come back to your place, you made your way toward your parents house, not ready to face him somehow. In that moment you wished you didn’t gave him your spare keys. You didn’t want to wait for him and think about what they were doing.

Of course your parents were more then happy to welcome you home. Since you moved out you didn’t sleep at their place that often. But they knew something was wrong, not wanting to bother you, they just let you be.

Once again the night was sleepless for you. Dabi did contact you, asking if you are ok and if he should bring something to you, but once you saw that Akari posted him on her Instagram story, you couldn’t even force yourself to text him back.

You knew that It was so childish of you, he didn’t even know how you feel about him, yet that something small would upset you so much. But your feelings were getting better of you. The whole night you were rolling around in your bed, thinking if he’s home yet, if they are fucking somewhere. You were thinking what would have happened if you just stayed. If you did, he would probably just leave home with you.

Waking up next morning, you wanted to kill yourself. The soreness in your eyes didn’t help either. You saw few messages from Dabi, asking where you are, yada yada. Seeing that it was sent around 4am, you tossed your phone across the bed. Did he stay that long with her ?

You slowly stood up and made your way toward the bathroom, brushing your teeth before leaving home. Your parents were insisting that you should stay, and spend the rest of the day with them. It was Saturday anyway, so you’ll be here later anyway.

But you didn’t want, you had to clean your apartment a bit together with your thoughts. Also it was Minas birthday today, so you had to get ready before you leave for the bbq and her birthday.

Opening the door of your apartment, you saw Dabi’s shoes placed beside yours. Slowly tip toeing, you found him in your bedroom asleep. You slowly closed the door, and started cleaning quietly, making sure not to wake him up.

You wanted to lay down beside him, and simply cuddle yourself close to his body, but because of the thought of the last night, you also wanted to grab his hair and force him out of your apartment.

Of course, once he woke up, you couldn’t be mad at him anymore. You had to act it up, and just ignore what happened, after all how could you explain to him why were you even mad ? Dabi left your place around 16PM, leaving you all alone with your thoughts once again. You whished you could tell him how you felt, you wished he would understand.

When the time came, you wore your light purple spaghetti strap dress. Since the evenings were still kidna cold, you decided to wear your oversized black cardigan that was the same length as your dress. Covering just enough.

After doing your make up and straightening your hair, you placed your small bag over your shoulder and wore your overknee lace up boots before you left. The cardigan was bothering you a bit, since you knew how hot it usually gets when you’re in club, but once the wind brushed your naked tight, you didn’t mind it anymore.

Once you got at your parents place, you helped them with all the preparing. Your mom didn’t let you prepare the food, being scared you’ll ruin your dress. But you still helped with plates and all the alcohol. Placing everything on the table outside.

When they arrived Enji and your dad immediately started with the bbq. Rei and your mom were simply enjoying the evening and sipping on their wine, waiting for their food. While both of you and Dabi were simply on your phones. Once again you were upset, all of them complimented your looks, everyone but him. Piece of shit like he looked any better, whit his simple white shirt and jeans.

Lies.

He looked so beautiful without any effort, the tattoos on his arm totally visible.

You took the wine from the table filling your glass, drinking it fast down. Just the thought of Akari and other girls being all over him was driving you crazy. You had to prepare yourself.

,, Slow down doll, I don’t want to spend the rest of my night holding your hair in the toilet’’ Dabi said taking the now empty glass away from you and laughing a bit.

,,Don’t worry about me, I’m capable of taking care of myself on my own’’ you said taking the glass back and filling it with wine again. Who does he think he is ?

When the meat was done, both of you ate and drank a bit before leaving. Dabi didn’t want to drive since he also had plans to drink. Enji was insisting on giving you a ride, but you two didn’t want to break his fun, after all the club wasn’t that far away.

,,So, who will be there tonight?’’ Dabi asked you, taking the box of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one cigarette.

,, Mina of course, Yua, Himari, Ryohei, Hiro, Akari and Kai’’ you said, placing your hands in the pockets of your cardigan.

,, We should make your little Kai jealous, what do you think?’’ He said, placing his arm around your shoulders.

,, Nah, no need’’ you said looking down on the floor.

When you arrived the club was already full of people. Thankfully Mina waited for you two in front of the club, not wanting for you two to waste your time looking for them. You gave her the present that you and Dabi bought few days ago and graduated her. Knowing that Mina is in relationship with Hiro, so the hug she gave Dabi didn’t bother you so much.

Once you got inside, you greeted everyone and ordered your drinks. Of course Akari was giving all of her attention to Dabi, trying to get as close as possible to him.

None of you wanted to wait, so all of you ordered your drinks. You ordered Malibu with cherry juice, you were up for something sweet. Since the sweet drinks kick in much faster and that’s exactly what you needed. Dabi ordered whisky, while Kai, Hiro and Ryohei ordered pure Vodka. Rest of the girls ordered Wine.

,, Hey’’ you heard very familiar voice close to your ear. You turned around sipping on your drink, welcoming Kai with a small smile and nodding your head.

,, How are youu?’’ he asked loud enough for you to hear. Body too close to your own in your opinion.

,, I am good and you?’’ you simply answered finishing your drink, asking yourself why is he starting this random boring chat. Realizing that your friends were eyeing you and your ex down, you smirked to yourself. If they only knew, how little shit you gave about him.

,, Let’s go get another round of drinks’’ you said, and made your way toward the bar, while Kai was following every step you made.

,, You look beautiful tonight’’ Kai pointed after you ordered what everyone was drinking. Well, at least someone appreciates your effort tonight, you thought to yourself.

,, Thank you, you look cool yourself’’ you said already trying your drink, while giving the money with your right hand to the bartender. He didn’t look bad at all, wearing black button up shirt, one part of it tucked in his jeans. His typical black convers shoes. He looked good.

Once you two got back, placing all the drinks on the table, you could feel Dabi’s eyes on you. You weren’t sure if he wanted to tell you something, so you took his Whisky and went to him.

,, What is it ?’’ you asked giving him his drink.

,, Nothing at all’’ he replied eying you down. He was about to say something more, but Akari interrupted him, saying some nonsense. Not wanting to watch them together, you just left them, making your way toward Ryohei, Himari and Kai on the dancefloor.

All of you were dancing. Jumping around and waving your body to the sound of the music. You realized that Kai was trying real hard to get you to himself, but sadly your drinks didn’t hit you that much yet. Still the only person that was on your mind was Dabi. You wanted to look at him, and see what’s he doing, but you were afraid once you turn around you’ll find Akari all over him again, or even worse making out with him. It would definitely ruin your night.

After few more drinks, you finally started getting tipsy. While Mother Mother was playing, you and Himari were jumping around, making your way back toward the table to get your other drink that was already there, you two were screaming at each other ,, My daddy’s got a gun, My daddy’s got a gun, My daddy’s got a gun, you better run’’ moving your body crazily just as the music was.

,, Cheers’’ Himari screamed, once both of you placed a bit salt on your hand. Licking the salt of your hand, both of you drank the tequila fast before sucking the lemon. Making the weird face, both of you laughed preparing another shot.

Making your way back to the others, both of you were going crazy to the beat of the song you loved. With a new drink in your hand, you didn’t think about the consequences. After all the music was just so good, you simply had to drink.

Dancing around, you felt a body pressed against your. Tilting your head to the side, you realized it’s Kai standing behind you, trying to get as much of you as he could. At that moment you didn’t give a fuck anymore, just giving in and dancing with him. You saw Himari and Mina laughing at you, thinking you two will get together.

,, I’ll go smoke one fast, wanna come?’’ Kai asked. You simply shook your head giving him a sign that you'll simply wait and found yourself once again dancing with Himari. You were glad Himari was there, since without her you wouldn’t have much fun as you had now.

,, You are fast’’ you said, feeling Kai’s body behind you again. Slow down by Chase Atlantic started playing, no better song for grinding your body against someone else. Moving your body slowly, you felt his hands holding your hips firmly.

,, Are you sure you aren‘t into daddy kink doll?“raspy and deep voice made you twitch in shock. ,, What’s wrong? Didn’t expect me ?’’ he added, holding your hips stronger, not giving you any chance to move away from him.

You felt like there was no need to answer him, since Mina bought you another drink you were already busy sipping on your drink . After all, all you wanted to do was drink and get wasted in that moment anyway. So you moved your body from the side to the side, enjoying how close his body was to yours.

Realizing that you drank your drink, Dabi took it form your hand and gave it to the bartender that was passing by anyway. Turning you around to face him, he took your arms and placed them around his neck, while his own arms found their way to your waist.

,, Wasn’t the plan to make Kai jealous?’’ he asked. You could feel his hot breath on your ear. Tilting your head a bit to the left, you closed your eyes and gave him a small nod with the biggest grin ever.

The grin was long gone once you felt his hands over your ass, squeezing it tightly. ,, Then why am I at the end the jealous one ?’’ He asked giving you one more squeeze. Drunk like that you forgot about your friends and what might they think.

,, Is this how you treat your daddy?’’ he added, not giving you a chance to even progress the last question he gave you. You were never into daddy kink, but coming from his lips, you were ready to call him daddy as much as he wanted.

,, I want.. drink.. haha’’ you said laughing, hoping he will get you another one, since you weren’t capable to do it on your own anymore.

,, We are going home’’ he said. He was already tipsy on his own, but nowhere drunk as you were. He told everyone that you two are leaving, not giving you much time to greet them. Seeing disappointed look on Akari’s face made your night. IN YOUR FACE YOU BITCH ASS HOE

Dabi helped you wear your cardigan, and placed your bag over your shoulders, before he placed his hand around your waist helping you walk a bit. Well, you could walk, but with his grip around you, it was much easier.

,, I thought you could take care of yourself’’ he said once you two were outside. He placed you on the nearest bench, just to light up his cigarette before he pulled you up once again. You placed your arm around his shoulders, bragging about how you can walk perfectly fine.

,, Stop pissing me off doll, you’re hard to hold’’ he said as his grip was getting stronger.

,,Or what ?’’ You laughed, taking the cigarette from him and placing it between your lips. You don’t smoke usually, but alcohol took over you. Dabi laughed surprised, not used at the sight of you smoking.

,, My little Touya, you weren’t even born when I started smoking’’ you managed to say, while he was just laughing at the nonsense you were telling him.

Dabi didn’t know what he should do first, hold you firmly or pull your dress down, scared it was to high up for everyone else to see what’s under it.

,,Now, behave yourself, we are almost home’’ he said pulling your dress down a little, and throwing the almost done cigarette from your lips on the floor.

At his and your surprise both of your parents were still outside enjoying their time. You threw your arm up in the air ready to greet them, but Dabi stopped you fast enough. It’s not like your parents have anything against you drinking. But he wasn’t in a mood to talk with them about anything tonight. And he knew very well that drunk like that you were more then ready for a chat with them.

,, Already home?’’ Enji screamed once he saw you two. You were ready to brag about how you wanted to party a bit longer, but Dabi once again stopped you, telling them how you didn’t feel good that much.

,,What’s your problem man ?’’ You hissed at the party breaker that was pulling you upstairs to your room. Looking how your parents prepared your room made you grin. There was a mattress beside your bed prepared for Dabi.

,, They really think you’ll sleep down there’’ you grinned.

,, Obviously’’ Dabi said, placing you slowly on your bed.

,, Now, change into your pajama while I’m brushing my teeth’’ he said slowly, making sure you understand every word.

With alcohol in your system, you just lain down to rest a bit, before getting all the power and will you had to change.

Pulling your dress over your head, you started looking for your pajamas. Seeing Dabi’s shirt on the floor, you felt satisfied and just wore it. Standing there in the room, you thought if it’s his shirt he wore today, or just the one he got himself for bed. You would rather sleep naked than in a shirt he just wore in the club. Even the thought of the smell of all the smoke and alcohol made you feel dizzy.

Taking the part of his shirt, you pulled it close enough for you to sniff it making sure it’s not his shirt from clubbing.

,,What are you doing doll? ‘’ You froze. Looking to the side, you saw him leaning on the doorframe while smirk was formed on his lips. Luckily there was enough alcohol in your system to feel embarrassed in that very moment, since the view of you sniffing his shirt was weird as fuck.

,, Can’t get enough of me ?’’ he added getting closer to you. ,, You have to wear some shorts, or I’ll really be forced sleep on the mattress tonight’’ he added looking you up and down, while you just stood there speechless.

,, Come here, let’s take off your make up’’ he said, placing his hand on your back, leading the way to the bathroom.

Once you were in the bathroom, Dabi pulled you up, making you sit on the washing machine. Slowly helping you wash your teeth. Swinging your legs playfully, Dabi almost poured the water he prepared for you on the floor. Placing the glass to the side, he took your legs and wrapped them around his waist. Even tho you weren’t sober, you could completely understand the position you were in. Taking the wet wipes he started cleaning your make up carefully. You just closed your eyes enjoying his touch on your face, while he was giving his best to do it gentle as possible.

Sudden feel of a skin brushing over your nose made you open your eyes. Seeing his face not even inches from yours, made you froze. His nose brushing against your own, before you felt his soft lips against your own.

,, You are driving me crazy’’ he said, placing his forehead against yours. Not thinking twice you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for another kiss. At first you knew that he was surprised since he just stood there, but after a short second you felt him smile into the kiss, leaning in and wanting more.

With his hands under your, or better to say his own shirt, he was moving them up and down slowly. The touch of his hands rubbing your naked skin softly made you want more of him. Pulling him closer with your legs, you placed your hands on his chest , wanting to feel everything you could.

Pulling your head back breaking the kiss, you attacked his neck, leaving wet kisses all over it. Touya pulled your body up, placing his hands on your ass, making his way toward your room. Making small breaks while pushing your body against the wall trying to kissing you like his life depended on it.

Once he placed you on the bad, he didn’t waste any time, hovering over you and kissing your neck. Wanting everyone to know to who you belong to. He wanted to make sure the next time you see Kai, he will know that Dabi is the one that’s dicking you down.

,, I know you couldn’t stand the sight of me and Akari, but grinding on Kai like a little whore, making me all jealous was really unnecessary’’ he gasped between kisses. Pulling the shirt over your head he threw it over the room, leaving you only in your panties. ,, especially in that little dress of yours” he added, as he looked over your half naked body.

,, Fuck you, what did you expect of me, I was mad’’ you moaned out once you felt his lips on your breast, sucking and biting it.

,, Well.. guess what’’ he said, still sucking your boob, while squeezing the other one.

,,What?’’ you breathed out, eyes closed while enjoying his lips on your body.

,, Daddy will punish his little naughty girl’’ he said, once again leaving wet love marks all over your chest.

,,Touya, I’m really not into daddy kink’’ you said, your hands deep inside his hair.

,, But I am’’ he said, his head in front of your, making eye contact with you. ,, And tonight I want everyone to know who your real daddy is. I want everyone to know who you belong to’’ he said, wrapping his hand around your throat. ,, Do you understand me ?’’ he added.

,,Yes’’ you whispered, not breakig the eye contact.

,,Yes what?’’ he asked as his hand started to apply pressure to your throat. Not being used to choking, you couldn’t really manage to give him the right answer. It wasn’t the kind of choking where you felt like passing out because of the lack of oxygen, but you were still new to it.

,,Yes daddy’’ you managed to say somehow. Satisfied with your answer, Dabi moved his hand away from your throat, leaving small kisses over the same spot where his hand left small marks.

,, Such a good girl’’ he said, pulling your panties down. Licking his lips, as you were exposed to him. The fact that you were so valuable to him, and knowing how much power he had over you was turning Touya even more on.

Not wasting any time, he spread your thighs further apart, his head leaning down to run his tongue through your folds. Feeling his tongue piercing on your clit, something you always wanted to feel, made you throw you head back into the pillow, while grabbing Dabi’s head pulling him closer to yourself.

Licking you around your opening, the warm and hot feeling of his tongue, mixed with cold feeling of his piercing was making you shiver. You could feel him smirk against your core as he saw how much effect he has on you. You moan as his lips and tongue move against your folds, eating you out like it’s his last meal.

,,Touya please’’ you moan out, as he sucks roughly on your bundle of nerves, causing your body to jolt up, as your fingers grab his messy hair.

Flicking his tongue roughly and tugging your clit, his hands were holding your thighs firmly, as his light blue eyes were focused on you. It doesn’t take him long to make you cum all over his mouth, his name falling from your lips shamelessly. Climbing over you, he kissed you passionately, making you taste yourself on his lips.

Pulling away from the kiss, you started kissing his tattoos, something you wanted to do long time ago. Especially since he came back. Dabi breathed heavily, his head hanging low, while you were under him kissing every little line that covered his body.

He gave you the time you needed, exploring his body as much as you wanted. But once he felt your small hands pulling down his shorts together with his boxers, and licking the tip of his already erected dick, he had to stop you. At your surprise, even his dick was pierced.

,, Another time doll’’ he said, pulling you up. ,, I’ve been dying to fuck you since forever’’ he added, slowly rubbing the tip of his dick around your core. Without any warning his slammed his whole length inside making your scream both in pleasure and pain. Wiggling a little, trying to move just a bit away from him, hoping the pain will go away. But Touya couldn’t let that happened, now when he finally had his dick deep inside you.

,,Just relax baby’’ he said not moving, letting you adjust to his size. Placing soft kisses all over your jaw, then slowly moving out of you, only for him to slide back in, so slow that you could feel every vain of his dick move, together with his piercing rubbing your walls.

Dabi was moving so slow, grinding his hips against yours, as his fingers were rubbing your clit gently. Sliding out of you only until the edge of his head remains, before moving slowly again in, repeating the same move all over again. Only God knew how much he wanted to break you.

,, Touya’’ you moan out once he wraps his fingers with yours, placing your left arm above your head, while his right fingers were still rubbing your clit in circles. Your legs shake as you wrap them around him, another orgasm hitting you hard.

Dabi moans with you, as you squeeze his dick while riding of your orgasm. With you having your second orgasm, he couldn’t hold himself any longer. Your warm walls around him coated in juices were driving him crazy. All the soft and slow moves were forgotten, making his motions now much deeper and intense. Pulling out till the end and slamming recklessly into you again. Groaning in pleasure, he was slamming into you with a speed you could only imagine.

,, Touya, slow down’’ you moaned, closing your eyes, still sensitive from your second orgasm. ,, I don’t think I can take it’’ you added, trying to catch your breath.

,,Of course you can take it. Look at you, you’re taking it right now doll’’ he groaned, holding your hips in one place while fucking you hard like no one ever has before. You were a moaning mess, with every move your moans were louder.

,, Oh God, Touya’’ you moaned, fingers still connected to his. Grabbing his back with your left hand and digging your fingers inside his skin.

,, You’re takng it so well love’’ he said, groaning as he felt the pressure of your nails digging into his back. ,, Go ahead, scratch my back as much as you want’’ he added kissing you sloppily.

Once he started rubbing your clit again, you found yourself digging your nails into his back like a wild cat, finding comfort in it. ,, Touya’’ you moaned his name out as both of you were coming closer to your highs. You could feel his dick twitching inside of you, his moves becoming more deeper and jankier. His eyes were shut, while your body started shaking once again. Once again you felt your orgasm pulsing through your stomach, and there you were again squeezing his dick not being able to control yourself as you moaned his name over and over again. Dabi continued fucking you , his groans getting louder and louder, feeling your walls getting tighter and tighter while you were milking his dick down, he released. Emptying his seeds deep into you.

Both of you stayed in the same position, trying to breath normally. His thumb gently rubbing your hand, as he placed kisses all over your bruised neck.

,, You have no idea how much I wanted to be with you’’ he said between the kisses. ,,I’m so in love with you doll’’ he breathed out, making you feel butterfly’s inside your stomach.

,, Are you?’’ you asked, tilting your head just enough to look at him.

,, Don’t act like you didn’t know already’’ he said smiling, while brushing his nose against your cheek. Of course you didn’t know.

,,Fuck you, I was dying here for you, thinking my love is just one sided’’ you said hitting his chest lightly. ,, I even dated Kai hoping I’ll forget you somehow’’ you added hitting him once again, making him laugh a bit.

,, Don’t mention his name. That’s the past. You belong to me now, only me’’ he said, grabbing your jaw and kissing you. You were always his anyway.

,, All yours, Touya’’ you said, kissing him back-

,, Are you kids awake ? ´´ Enji’s head peeked inside your room, finding his eldest son naked on top of his best friends daughter. Making him choke on the air and forgetting the actual reason he was looking for you two.

[xgryffinwhore]

september nights

request:  i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.” 

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.” 

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door,  feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you. 

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you. 

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations. 

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

 you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed. 

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne. 

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special. 

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again. 

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good  bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his. 

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek. 

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers. 

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs. 

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

[synonymroll648]

hi um i kind of took this as an opportunity to agree w/ your headcanons and also dish back some of mine that i thought were related to yours and it got to a point what most people would probably consider Long, so. putting this under the cut. sorry man i’m dynamite and sokeefitz is a lit match and i exploded /pos 

same!! love triangle -> ot3 is almost always the best option. do you mean keefe visiting sophie and fitz in flashback? like the healing center scenes? if so i definitely understand why, there was so much potential there with keefe and fitz getting their shit together that didn’t happen...sadness. anyway. in fanon, i totally agree, sophie and keefe and fitz would benefit in the long run from being in a polyamorous relationship. the reasons you listed explain it a lot better than i probably could tbh. 

LMAO ‘this is already a lot’?? my man you just got started. i myself have no idea what a reasonable length for headcanons is but i’m pretty sure i’ve broken bullet list character limits before when screaming about sokeefitz. if you wanna talk more about them than you already have, go for it. either here or in my askbox, i’m happy to listen. oooh what ideas do you have for drawing a big scene with them?? (if you want some ideas, i could rattle off some stuff i’ve thought of but haven’t gotten around to drawing.) dude go off w/ brant art!! he’s a very fun messed up guy to draw, from what i’ve seen :) 

i’ve thought of the first two as well!! i think that one deleted scene from neverseen where keefe’s warped reflection was him but goth says a lot. he should get to be goth. also i think that him using cosmetics as just another art medium and his face as a canvas is something he deserves. (people have talked about keefe getting into nail art too, and they’re right, in my humble opinion.) also fitz finally getting to dye his hair pink like shannon said he would if he got the chance...so important to me, man. i could scream more about fitz but we would be here forever if i did. same goes for sophie but i will say i think she should get to at least chop her hair to a bob cut. maybe even shorter, like a pixie cut. she deserves it. (also let her get her own masc clothes please please please-)

apologies for derailing this from what you were saying, sorry if i overstepped. anyway! them racing in human parking lots is very intriguing to me. what are they using? bikes (since sophie can canonically bike)? rollerskates? skateboards? running on foot (since fitz used to be good at that, but also that might not work so well for him after the events of flashback)? are skills allowed? teleportation? hell, does keefe get to go zoom in a shopping cart? you can’t just leave me hanging, mx. (i mean, you can, but still. i would love to hear more if you don’t mind sharing)

fitz experimenting with she/her pronouns!!! ohhhhhhh i think you would love the reina vacker headcanons from way back. (they’re from before i joined tumblr, though.) the fandom went T4T SOPHITZ and dreamed up reina vacker and simon foster. there’s also other transfem fitz posts but yeah. fitz experimenting w/ she/her pronouns <333 (in my heart’s headcanons fitz doesn’t stick w/ she/her pronouns but takes it as a good learning curve. seeing transfem fitz headcanons is still fun though! keefe on the other hand screams transfem. that kid is not cis)

hi i saw you say you're qpr sokeefitz trash and SAME. please scream to me about them your honor (if you have energy and time for it. if not that's totally fine, have a lovely rest of your day)

*SCREAMS*

I will always have energy to talk about them. There all such disasters.

The small section of sokeefitz fics give a lilt into gpr territory and unique relationships. Just...anytime there's a love triangle (cough angle cough) in fiction I just make them a polycule. All these interactions and long days of fighting and overtly confused feelings. I rotate the Keefe visiting sophie and Fitz in lodestar in my head all the time. I just feel like a relationship like that would help heal all of them. For Fitz to work out his identity issues and sense of self, for Keefe to know that people NEED him to stay in their lives and for Sophiw to have people around to help her.

Oh god this is already a lot. Ahhhhhh I just love them. I really wanna draw a big scene for them but I'm like thinking of doing some villain stuff. Particularly with Brant. I'm sure I'll come around to it

Idk I just imagine them, in the future, experimenting with style and laying in the woods and racing in human parking lots. Like dirtbag teenagers coming over the crash of saving the world. They deserve it.

(In my hcs I assume Fitz will experiment with she/her pronouns. My little opinions)

[ererokii]

hey you sexy bitch 😏 i'm back here with a smutty request.

can i get some Porco smut plsssss, like deadass he needs more smut. maybe like dom Porco or something idk, but i'll leave it up to you 😏

Hey😏 we all need some dom porco in our life istg. I’m so sorry if this is ass, I wrote it last night 🙄

Warnings: choking, some overstim if you squint, mentions of voyeurism, window sex (?), degrading, characters are 18+, unedited.

“Mmm..fuck,” he mutters through grit teeth, watching his cock covered in your slick, slowly slide in and out of your aching cunt. He can feel your legs shaking, standing on your tiptoes as your hands are placed on the window. He chuckles as his hand presses on your lower back, bringing you closer to him, ass flushed against his hips.”You’re so fucking tight princess..”

His feet shuffle against the rug, your nipples hardening from the cold window as your breathing is erratic, eyes squeezed shut as you try to calm yourself down. No matter how many times you’ve taken Porco, each time he enters you, it always feels like he’s going to shatter you to pieces. 

“You’re cock..’so good,” you whisper, catching his gaze in the window. Your arousal slowly trickled down the insides of your thighs. 

“Do you love it?”

“I love it,” you reply, small pants slipping past your lips, shifting on your legs as he lets out a groan, his fingers digging into your skin. “It’s so big..”

“And you’re going to take all of it, right?” he’s barely pulling out, “you’ll be my good warrior, won’t you?”

“I wanna be your good warrior,” your eyes well with tears, one slipping down your face, begging for any movement. “Porco..”

His hips begin to move, half way out before pushing back in, listening to your calls of his name. His once neat hair that was styled in place, was now messy. His thrusts are not hard at all; not wanting to hurt you at all, he takes his time. 

Your walls clench around him, the veins rubbing against your spongy walls, the head of his cock nuzzling perfectly against your cervix, causing you to see stars as your back arches, fingers clawing at the glass. 

“I bet,” he starts with a grunt, hand trailing up the curve of your posture to the front of your body, his palm resting on your chest as he squeezes, rolling the mound between his fingers; gently tugging it before letting it go. “Everyone out there can see us right now huh?”

“Y-yes Porco,” you reply breathlessly, eyes blown with lust as you gaze down upon the dark town, only lit up by dim lights, as well in your room. 

He laughs lightly, breath hitching in his throat as he hisses, feeling you clench around him at one comment. “I bet you would want someone to watch us huh? You want someone to see how good you’re taking my cock? God just look at you, who wouldn’t want to see you?”

He continues on, wrapping an arm around your abdomen. “What about Reiner?” he breathes out, jaw dropping faintly as his head lolls to the side, letting out a harsh breath. “The fucking bastard would like that, You would want someone like him to watch huh? To see how much of a slut you become for my fucking cock. Say it!”

“Fuck!” you cry out once his hips snap against yours fervently, the pleasure becoming overwhelming; each bump of your cervix is enough to make you scream out for him, eyes squeezed shut. “Yes!”

He leans forward, hand trailing up to the front of your throat, fingers curling around the base and gives it a good squeeze, his hot breath right beside your ear, shivers running up your back. He moans lowly, nipping at the shell of your ear, prepping kisses down your jawline as he jerks up into your, no signs of mercy. 

Your breasts bounce with his movement, hips bucking back into him. Your breathing is unsteady, shaking breaths fogging up the glass as your fingers twitch. Your toes curl as the pressure in your lower abdomen tightens, the feeling able to snap at any moment. 

His hand on your back lifts up before coming into contact with your ass, watching it jiggle from the impact. He groans as he does it once more before gripping it, his nails leaving small crescent indents. 

Shock waves of pleasurable pain course through your veins as you beg him to continue, walls milking him for all he’s worth; a sign that you’re almost at your tipping point. 

“Y-You better hold it in, don’t cum until I say so,” he grunts, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, pressing opened mouth kisses across your back. His cock drags in and out of your dripping pussy, your folds gladly letting him in as he continues his rough languid thrusts. 

His balls slap against your cunt, the stinging sensation of his skin upon yours causes the area to ache, your mind not even comprehending the pain on your body. Your mind is clouded with lust, too far gone to worry about something like that. 

You’re unable to respond, no noise comes out of your mouth. Your eyes are squeezed shut, shuddering as your muscles tense up, ready to come down from a high point. 

Then he suddenly stops. Your eyes snap open, a whine of protest slipping past your lips as his hand slithers down, resting upon your aching nub as he rubs small yet lazy circles on your clit. 

The sensation of the pad of his fingers causing your body to twitch. “W-Why’d you stop?” you choke, blinking back the tears from falling. 

“Because I knew you wouldn’t listen to me. Plus, do you deserve to cum on my cock? I don’t think you do.”

“Please,” you mutter, moving your hips back as you fuck yourself on him. His eyes train where you meet, watching his cock disappear within you. “Please Porco..I need i-it.”

“Do you now?” he asks, fingers gripping at your waist, helping you move on him.

“Y-Yes! I want to be your good warrior!”

Suddenly he reaches forward and grabs ahold of your arms, holding them behind your back as he brutally pounds you, your moans only fueling him forward. From his position, he could see your nipples hard, sticking out as your boobs bounce in the glass. He groans, tilting his head back, inhaling deeply. 

He can’t help but call out your name. You're squeezing him so tight that it feels as if it's impossible to even pull out anymore; your cunt is hugging onto him.

The sheer line of sweat glistens on your back from the moon, your body beautiful to his eyes, his orbs drinking in your figure. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” curses spill from your mouth as you gasp, standing up on your toes as a wave of pleasure crashes on your body, head thrown back as it rests on his shoulder. 

His lips press against your neck, his thrusts stuttering as he pants hard in your ear, not afraid to let you know good you’re making him feel. Your legs shake as he continues to chase for his own orgasm. 

He suddenly pulls out, letting go of your arms as he bends you over, one hand pumping his cock. His jaw is slacked as he stares at your back, eyes fluttering shut as his seed dumps on your lower back. 

It’s silent despite your heavy pants, both trying to regain your breathing. Once he’s settled, his motions are much more gentle than they were prior. 

He reaches forward, pulling you up and turning you around, smiling at your flushes and fucked out expressions. Porco says nothing as he leans forward, capturing your lips in his. The kiss is gentle, nowhere near as needy and desperate as they were before. 

“Are you okay?” he asks once he pulls away, cradling your cheek in his hand as he strokes the swell with his thumb. “I wasn’t too hard or anything right? Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head, leaning into his touch as you place your hand on his. “No Porco..you were just right. Perfect.”

“I’m glad,” he mutters, pulling you into his chest as his lips press against your forehead. “Come on, let’s get us cleaned up, yeah?”

“I think that’s a great idea, just don’t get any other ideas.”

“No promises baby.”

[ptergwen]

every day

w/c: 1.2k

warnings: little bits of angst

summary: you want to care for arvin the same way he does you

a/n: this came out of no where but i miss arvin for some reason so yeah here y’all go :D

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you cup both of arvin’s cheeks as your lips dance across his. his hands stay on your hips, thumbs hooked in the waistband of your skirt while you kiss, brushing over your stomach. the feeling tickles and makes you giggle against him. arvin smirks and tilts his head to the side to catch your lips better. you’re on top of him while he lays on his bed. it’s small, but just big enough for the two of you.

his tongue pokes out, running across your lower lip. you hum and bring one hand down to his chest, holding him in place, starting to kiss off to his jawline. arvin groans at the lack of kisses on his mouth.

he’s always trying to get right into things instead of letting you take your time. you find it kind of sweet how into you and your body arvin is. in every way, not just when you’re straddling him. he likes to make sure you’re warm if you stay over, and he’ll cuddle you until you’re nice and toasty. he’ll keep you safe by his side on late night walks or drives to the lake.

arvin has lost so many people over the years, suffered so much heartbreak that he carries around and covers up with anger. he’d like to keep everyone around who’s still here, so he loves passionately, even though only a handful of people get to experience it. knowing that and all he’s been through, you do your best to stress to him you’re not going anywhere.

you want to care for him the same way he does you.

“think i like ‘em better up here,” arvin rasps, your lips now trailing down his neck. he feels you smiling while you pepper soft kisses across his skin. when you’re in the reversed position, he’s leaving marks. deep, purple marks. you’ve agreed to calling them love bites because that’s essentially what they are. they stick on you and say the words every time you peek at them.

“well, i’m doing something else right now,” you murmur back and punctuate it with a longer kiss to the side of his neck. “bein’ a creep, you mean?” arvin pokes your stomach to tease you. you’re grinning despite wanting to be serious. “no, arv.” “what, then?” he wonders, you just shrugging in response. your not saying anything worries him. he’s quick to worry about you, about anyone in his life.

his hands moving to your waist, he suddenly sits up. you stay in his lap, a frown setting on your face. “something bugging you, angel? ain’t gotta hide it from me,” arvin speaks quietly and holds you in his arms. you were supposed to be giving him the attention right now. “this,” you sigh out, gesturing to him coddling you.

it’s physically noticeable that his past trauma is kicking in. he gulps so hard you hear it, heart pounding hard in his chest at the mention of him being the problem. this sounded an awful lot like us to him. he’s scared. he’s terrified you’re over him, that you want to break up, which isn’t what you meant in the slightest.

reading his mind, you take his hands that rest on either of your hips. “that’s not what i meant, arvin. i love you so much, you know?” arvin looks down at your thumb running across the back of his hand and nods slowly. “i love you, sweetness,” he murmurs back, locking his fingers with yours. “not sure i follow what you’re on about, though.”

“i feel like...” you bring his hands up to your waist, letting out a breath. “i don’t do enough for you.” arvin dips his head down so you’ll meet his eyes. “that ain’t true, y/n/n. not one bit.” he pecks your lips in reassurance and lets his arms snake around you, you smiling sadly at the gesture. he’s rubbing your back, never once breaking eye contact. you grab onto his biceps.

“see, this is exactly what i’m talking about. you’re always making me feel good-“ “damn right i am,” arvin cuts in to lighten the mood. a quiet laugh escapes you, then you get back on track. you squeeze one of his arms lightly. “i’m just saying... i never really get to do the same thing.” he shakes his head with furrowed eyebrows. “you losin’ that pretty little mind of yours?” your gaze falls from his face and down.

arvin tucks a piece of hair framing your face so it’s behind your ear and presses a kiss to your temple. “y/n/n, you make me so happy. ain’t smiled in years ‘til i saw you,” he tells you lowly. “that’s everything. you don’t have to kiss on me like that to be doin’ enough. you already do just what i need.” his words paint a real grin across your whole face, you winding your arms around his neck. “though, i don’t mind it,” he adds.

“stop being fresh,” you laugh out, arvin hugging your waist with a chuckle. “you sound like grandma.” “she’s right. never been wrong a day in her life.” you kiss the corner of his lips lazily before he’s burying his face in the side of your neck. he leaves what feels like millions of kisses going down it. “i really make you that happy?” you wonder aloud. arvin hums in response. “course, angel. every day.”

you’re reminded all over again how kind of a soul he has, how lucky you are to be in his bed and in his entire life. he’s so open with you. he lets his vulnerable side show through, which is rare for most others, and you feel so connected to him because of it. you aren’t sure what it is about you that arvin loves so much or that brightens his world, but you’re glad something does.

he deserves only good things from now until the end of time.

most people don’t understand him. they make up stories and believe whatever lies they’re told, and don’t even give him the chance to prove them wrong. he tends to pay no mind because it doesn’t matter, anyway. as the girl who knows arvin better than practically anyone else, you can tell that’s not true. the nasty things he hears about himself around school or in town hurt, stab him deep.

that’s why you’re here to pick him back up when he plunges into a hole of self hate. you’ll tell him who he really is, erase their gross words with loving ones. you have no idea how much that means to him.

“can i get back to what i was doing before?” you pull back so your legs are on either side of him, face inches from his. arvin quirks a curious eyebrow. “appreciating you,” you explain and steal a short kiss. he rests his arms behind his head, pursing his now swollen lips. “i won’t stop you.” your kisses resume at his chest as soon as you have permission, pushing up his old t-shirt while you go.

“if i can return the favor,” arvin says in a cocky way, his breath hitching when you put a hand on his thigh. “this is about you,” you drawl and continue dragging your lips across his bare skin. his eyes fluttering shut, he smiles to himself at the idea of being admired by you. “alright. i’ll leave you to it.”

[kirishimaswife2819]

 Wrong || Katsuki Bakugou x Reader (Birthday fic)

Masterlist 1 || Masterlist 2

↠Author’s Note: Hi! I hope you guys like this, I feel like it didn’t turn out how I wanted it to but I still think that it’s okay. Hope you guys like it! -Danielle <3

↠Characters: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

↠Summary: After accidentally distancing yourself from Bakugou to avoid accidentally revealing the secret party you’re planning for him, he assumes the worst and stays late at work because of it, but what happens when he comes home and realizes he was completely wrong?

↠Genre: Angst to fluff

↠Word Count: 2.1k

↠Warnings: None

↠Notes: None

You yawned and rolled over, reaching over to grab onto your husband, but when he wasn’t there, you opened your eyes. His side of the bed was empty, so you looked at the clock and saw the time. You frowned, he should still be in bed, he never left bed that early.

Normally in the mornings, he woke up early for the pure purpose of cuddling you, not that he would admit that out loud though. Plus, he always shook you awake to let you know that he was going to go get ready for work, so you found it even more odd that he didn’t do that either.

“Katsuki!?” You called, and soon enough he entered the bedroom.

“What?” He asked, crossing his arms, dressed in his work clothes.

“Why are you leaving so early?” You asked, sitting up and wiping some sleep from your eyes.

“I have to get to work early,” he replied, “I gotta go, bye.”

“Oh, wait-” you tried, but he already walked out of the bedroom door. You frowned, and considered going after him, but he clearly wasn’t in the mood right then, so you decided to just leave him go. You could tell him happy birthday when he got home from work. Besides, if he went in early, that meant he could come home early and get to come home to the party earlier. In your head, you did the math and concluded that Katsuki should be home around four or five, so you still had plenty of time to get everything set up.

You went back to sleep for a few hours, before finally finding the energy to get up out of bed and continue on with your day.

Bakugou sat at his desk, his pile of paperwork sitting in front of him. He was planning on getting some done since he went in earlier than he was supposed to but he was pissed and didn't want to accidentally burn any of it.

He knew that you had to be cheating on him and he was pissed off. You must not have noticed that he noticed, but you changed your password and took his finger print out of his phone. He also saw you delete a call, he just didn't see who it was.

Little did he know, you were planning a huge party for his thirtieth birthday, and you were just covering your tracks so that he didn't find out about it before it actually happened.

But that wasn't an option in his mind as he sat there, refraining from burning some hand prints into his desk. Eventually he got sick of trying to do paperwork and just went to go let some steam off.

"Okay, everything's set up, now we just need Katsuki," you announced, pressing the last corner of a banner that said "Happy Birthday Katsuki!!" to make it stick to the wall better.

The party was big, but you only invited a few of his close friends, knowing he wouldn't want to see a ton of people on his birthday. So, you just had a lot of stuff to do and his favorite foods there.

"When's he get off work?" Kirishima asked, sitting at your kitchen table.

"Any minute now," you said, glancing at the clock and seeing it was a little past five so he should be home soon. And so you waited.

And waited.

And waited

And then waited some more. Everybody tried calling Katsuki multiple times and every time he either ignored them or picked up and told them he was busy before hanging up the phone again. And to top it all off, he wouldn't even answer your calls, or texts, he either rejected them or straight up ignored them before finally you gave up.

"Are you alright?" Kirishima asked, watching as you messed with the food on your plate. Mina and Sero had to leave since they had work the next day and Denki passed out on the couch. And anybody else that was there also went home.

"I'm fine," you replied, sighed and sitting straight up from your previous position of resting your head on your hand, "You can get Denki and go home."

"Are you sure?" Kirishima asked, frowning, "I can help you clean up if you want. Or I can go see Bakugou and talk to him."

"No, it's fine. Just get Denki and go," you said, "Thanks for helping me set all this up."

"Yeah, you're welcome," Kirishima said, "Are you sure that you're fine?"

"I told you that I was fine, just go!" You snapped and Kirishima looked at you, concerned, but he still got up and went into your living room to go wake Denki up. They left after saying goodbye.

And as soon as you heard the front door slam shut, you broke down, crying into your hands, asking yourself a million questions.

Why hadn't Bakugou come home? Why was he ignoring you? Did he not want to spend his birthday with you?

You didn't know the answer to any of them and that just made you sob harder. You were crying so much, that you didn't even hear your husband enter the house around eleven that night.

As soon as he stepped in, he had to pause to process what was in front of him. And when he did, everything made a whole lot more sense, everything pieced together in his mind.

The deleted calls, password change, you being a bit distant, everything made complete and total sense. He sighed and brought a hand to his forehead, mentally beating himself up for even thinking that you’d do that to him. Of course you wouldn’t, you’ve been married to him for four years, and in those four years you had been the absolute best to him.

He was also mad at himself for forgetting it was his birthday, why didn’t anyone say anything to him at work? Was it because he looked like he was about to explode everything the whole day? Or did they all forget too? Either way, he was pissed off at everybody he worked with for not saying anything all day.

He sighed, eventually bringing his hand away from his forehead and deciding to go get ready for bed. He could apologize to you tomorrow, since he figured you were already asleep, and he would take the day off to spend with you. Just as he was about to make his way down the hall and to the room that you two shared, he heard quiet sobs, coming from the kitchen. 

He furrowed his brows at this and opened the door that led to the kitchen, and he was a bit shocked to find you at the table, sobbing into your hands. His heart was hurting at the fact that you were so upset that you hadn’t even heard him enter the home, or the kitchen for that matter.

Bakugou sighed, before approaching you and gently placing a hand on your shoulder, startling you. You jumped at the sudden contact and immediately turned. You could make out Katsuki’s form through your blurry eyes, but you couldn’t read his expression very well, so you started frantically wiping at your eyes.

“Where the hell have you been?” You questioned, attempting to sound loud and mad but instead you let out a choked sob half way through.

“Y/n, I am so sorry,” Bakugou apologized, which is a pretty rare occurrence but Bakugou knew he fucked up this time, “I totally forgot it was my fucking birthday, and I thought you were cheating on me, and-”

“You...” you interrupted, your voice a bit small and quiet but it still shut Katsuki up, “You what?”

“I thought you were cheating on me,” Bakugou said, and he watched your heart break all over again. He wanted nothing more than to reach out for you and pull you into his arms, but you were pissed and he knew it would probably be better to let you speak your mind before he tried to make it all better.

“You really-” you sniffled, “think that I would do that to you?”

“No, of course not! You’ve just been so secretive, and I guess I assumed the worst. I’m sorry,” Bakugou apologized but you didn’t want to hear any of it. You just walked past him and out of the kitchen without saying a word. Bakugou almost went after you, but he was getting more pissed off every minute, and he didn’t want to accidentally hurt your feelings again, so he settled for slamming his hands down on the counter and yelling out, “God dammit!”

You returned to your room and changed out of your outfit. It was Katsuki’s favorite outfit of yours, so you had worn it for his birthday. You didn’t even bother putting it in the laundry basket and instead just threw it on the floor, before pulling on a t-shirt and some sleeping shorts, and then getting ready for bed. Bakugou remained in the kitchen, thinking about what he should do at this point.

Finally, you were all curled up under your comforter, in your bed, and you let out a few sobs and sniffles before falling asleep, since you were pretty tired out from the day. Eventually Bakugou returned, being careful not to wake you as he entered the bathroom and showered, before getting dressed into his pajamas, which consisted of his t-shirt and his boxers. 

He glanced over at you, and the empty spot beside you. As much as he wanted to cuddle up beside you, he knew he couldn’t. One, you were pissed, and two, he knew he didn’t deserve to sleep with you after what an ass he was. So, he settled for the couch, it wasn’t like it was uncomfy, he could afford a pretty comfortable couch and you guys often napped on it, but it was the fact that you were upset with him that made it so hard for him to sleep that night. 

You opened your eyes, the next morning, to be met with your ceiling, and surprisingly, no sun in your eyes. Normally Katsuki opened the blinds as a way of telling you it was time to get up, but this time they were still closed. But you knew it wasn’t night, since the room was still pretty lit from the light that traveled through the blinds.

And then a smell hit your nose, the smell of your favorite breakfast food. Your brows furrowed at this, shouldn’t Katsuki be at work? And why the hell was he making you food? And then it hit you, the fight, he was doing it to apologize for what he did.

You knew that maybe you were being a little over dramatic but it hurt to spend all day doing something nice for somebody and then have them completely ignore it/not even notice it until later. You heard the bedroom door creak open and you glanced over to see your husband, still dressed in his pajamas, his hair an absolute mess, carrying a tray containing all your favorite breakfast foods.

“Morning, Y/n,” Katsuki greeted you, setting the tray on your nightstand, since you were still laying down, “Can we talk now?”

“Look, I’m sorry,” you apologized.

“Huh?” He replied, confused as to why you were apologizing to him.

“I shouldn’t of been so secretive. I just wanted to surprise you on your birthday, I’m also sorry I just walked away last night and-”

“No, no, no!” Bakugou quickly shut you up, “Don’t you dare fucking apologize to me. I’m the one who fucked up by not talking to you and assuming the worst. And then I forgot about my birthday and ended up hurting your feelings. This is my fault.”

“No, Katsuki, it’s-”

“No, stop it!” Bakugou interrupted again, “Shut up.”

“Fine, how about we both fucked up?” You questioned, and Bakugou grumbled.

“Sure, whatever, will shut you up,” Bakugou replied, and you smiled, sitting up and giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Thank you for breakfast, but get over here!” You said, and Katsuki quickly sat down beside you, before letting you position yourself in his lap. Then you reached over and got the tray, setting in your own lap. Soon, the two of you were cuddling and eating. You occasionally reached over your shoulder and offered a bite to your husband, which he took each time. 

After finishing eating, you two ended up cuddled up next to each, and you sighed, happy to finally be alright with Bakugou again.

“Hey, Katsuki,” you asked.

“Hm?”

“Happy late birthday, sorry I didn’t say it yesterday,” you said.

“Thank you, babe. But don’t apologize, it’s my fault you didn’t get too. I love you,” he said, kissing your cheek before your lips.

“Love you too, Katsu.”

Thank you to these two anons for the idea!!! <3