#as soon as I saw the ask i was like OH HECK YEAH!

[swagginmun]

How would Mk react if he found out that Redson was also captured by Azure Lion?

I had this whole doodle idea that I don't think I'll ever finish but- I couldn't help but imagine them calling back to the 2nd episode hand holding-🥺

[azullumi]

a scripture on having a certain pretty gambler as your boyfriend ; aventurine

summary — radiant and gleaming, dating him feels like basking under the golden glow of the sun, with the promise of the serene and starlit night ahead.

pairing — aventurine (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — established relationship, fluff, him as your boyfriend basically, there are no spoilers dwww, i never proofread, 1.2k words ; headcanons

note — congratulations to honkai star rail for being the only game to have aventurine!! this is day 2 of writing for this man until i have him.

Aventurine couldn’t abandon the person that he used to be so he carried him in his hands. Always hesitant, afraid, and seemingly detached from everyone he meets—this is why he seems so distant and disconnected from you at first despite being in a relationship with him. Although he lives his whole life gambling, believing that everything happens and the outcomes gained are due to luck, he’s meticulously careful and cautious just to not get too attached to you lest he gets hurt in the end (he has dealt with the sight of people’s backs as they walk away from him multiple times).

It will take time for him to completely warm up and be vulnerable to you. Although there are moments that he lets the facade slip and he lays himself bare, moments where it’s just you and him in the silence, moments where you comfort him after a nightmare that disturbs his sleep; he doesn’t ask for comfort nor assurance often but you always seem to know when he needs it.

Aventurine loves it whenever you gently comb your hand through his hair. Even if he wasn’t vocal about the matter, you’ll know from the way he immediately relaxes under your touch as you rake your fingers through his locks. It just gives him a sense of comfort, finding serenity and affection in such a small act of intimacy; it reminds him of how simple everything could be (oh, how he wishes it was) with just the loving touch of your hands.

He’s not exactly a morning person but would always wake up early, occasionally before you do. It’s either because he has to leave for work early or it just so happens that he woke up just as the sun was rising. If he has to get ready soon, he’ll take a few minutes of his time to admire you as you sleep, to trace the bridge of your nose slowly and carefully so as to not wake you, to draw and follow the outlines of your features with his eyes. But if he has no plans for today, he’ll stay in bed with you and eventually, fall asleep once more. He holds you so close and so tight (but not tight enough to suffocate you) that it’s hard to slip away from his grasp.

You feel a pair of soft lips on your forehead, the kiss lingering for a moment until you flutter your eyes open. “Are you awake now, sleepy?” 

“Mmh…” You grumble, your vision adjusts to your surroundings as you blink multiple times. You could see Aventurine getting dressed, putting on his expensive tailored-coat.

“You’re leaving already? Why did you not wake me up?”

“You looked like you were having a nice dream.”

MATCHING PAJAMAS (heck yeah!!). The time when he saw you wearing one of his pajamas, it felt like something had been flipped inside of him and the thought of getting you one for your own that matches his fills each and every corner of his mind. Although all of the matching things you have with him are not just limited to pajamas—it can range from matching jewelry, matching charms, matching clothing, matching glasses, matching everything. God, he goes into a store, sees something that he likes and asks the staff if they have another one but in a different color that you like.

Perhaps you have never noticed (or maybe you have) but he never wears his glasses whenever he’s around you—when there’s only you and him. There was no need to hide anything from you, not when you adore all parts of his being. He melts whenever you compliment him (he’s a sucker for such words of affection) especially when it’s his eyes, loves the way you look at him as if he was everything you wish for.

He’ll often play games with you or initiate a bet but somehow, he has more losses than wins. “You’re cheating!” You’ll say, pointing at him as if you were an attorney from a game that objects to a statement. Aventurine, however, would stare at you in disbelief (though he’s just feigning innocence) and would answer with a raised eyebrow: “How am I the one cheating when you’re winning?” To which you’ll respond with: “That’s because you’re letting me win. You’re not playing fair, Aven.”

SPOILS YOU A LOT and when I say a lot, I mean A LOT. Everything you'll ask for or even just mention in passing, he'll provide. He randomly sends you pockets of money, a notification on your phone lighting up your screen and the text says: You have received 100, 000 credits. You have to get used to it—it’s one of the ways that he shows his affection to you. He wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer whenever he gives you something either, so, you have to take it or else you’ll have to deal with a sulky man the whole day. 

Don’t worry though as he ensures that everything that he buys and gets for you is something you would like—expensive meaningless gifts will always be meaningless, he would rather give you a cheap yet beautiful charm that is of your favorite color or flower than an expensive shiny necklace made out of gold and adorned with diamonds which you’ll never wear because it’s too heavy on your neck or it’s not your preference.

On that note, he also likes seeing you wear the things he bought for you. Maybe it’s obvious, maybe it’s not, but he likes to dress you up, likes to see you put on the clothes he picks for you. Dates where he brings you to a boutique to pick clothes together (for both you and him), dress up, and ask each other if they look good is not so rare between you two. It’s silly but the two of you would end up giggling like children when the other would strike a ridiculous pose to show off what they're wearing (and also, with the intention to make one another laugh); he lives for and craves these moments with you.

Brings you together with him to casinos and lets you watch him while he plays as he regards you as his lucky charm (when he’s actually the one who is lucky here). Whenever he wins a game or a bet, he asks for a kiss from you—he taps on his cheek as an indication of his request but he will not force you if you don’t wish to express such affections in public, rather he’ll ask for something else instead like maybe a smile or ask that you hold his hand. Sometimes, if you’re curious enough, he’ll teach you the fundamentals of the game and what you can do to win. The look of pride on his face says it all as he watches you win and your opponent falls to the floor (you just put someone in debt).

The amount of endearing names that he calls you. If ever you get flustered whenever he calls you with those affectionate endearments, he’ll take the chance to tease you, to repeatedly call you with such names until you throw a pillow or any object at him—he catches it though but will apologize while laughing, saying that he won’t do it again.

You have to be understanding and gentle with him, careful as you tread the light, lest you fall into the dark and see that the tall and strong walls he built around himself is nothing compared to the broken and fragile pieces that are sewn on his skin, and he will leave (out of fear, out of anxiety, out of grief, out of self-hatred). But it’s alright, everything will be, you’ll embrace him even in the abyss and you’ll guide him back to your warmth.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works

[messylustt]

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𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥) — 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬

miguel o’hara x fem!reader. 3.2k words

fic masterlist previous part pt seven next part

angst but kinda fluffy? straight after; mention of past violence (minor) — you wanted to know what those spanish sentences miguel made you say meant, him having kept that to himself. and when you do, having scouted miles, you’re left…well…shocked. your friends are also left shocked wondering who asked you to say those things. when you go to question miguel about it you find him in a state you’ve never seen him in before.

You had desperately wanted to translate the Spanish Miguel had chosen not to tell you. So much so, that you had began to scout HQ for a Spanish native speaker. You were too prideful to use your phone for translation, plus Miguel said nothing on not asking someone.

You remember Miles saying his mum was Hispanic. Even if his Spanish wasn’t top notch you’re sure he’ll understand at least a few words. Understand the sentences Miguel made you say.

You spot Pav talking with some other spider variants, using large hand gestures. "Pav!" You call, walking up to him.

He shifts his gaze to you, a smile soon following. “Y/n. How are you?”

You smile. “Good…yeah, no I’m good. I was just wondering if you knew where Miles was?”

“Oh.” He spins. “I swear I saw him over there.” He points in a random direction. “…now he’s gone. Maybe with Gwen.” He nudges you, raising his brows. You chuckle, understanding the meaning of those raised brows.

“Well, this will only take a moment. I just need translation for something.”

“Translation? To what language?” Pav asks.

“From Spanish to English. And I heard Miles knows a bit.”

“Ah…wait, but doesn’t Miguel fully speak it?” Pav pauses. “Yeah, he’d know a lot more than Miles.”

You nod. “He just won’t tell me.” You mutter under your breath.

“What was that?” Pav asks, brows furrowed.

You look back up. “Miguel’s just kind of busy right now.” You had no idea if he was or not. “And so I thought Miles might be free.”

“I see.” Pav nods. “Come on, I’ll help you find him.” Pav begins to head down one of the paths in the communal area where bunches of spider variants sat and stood talking.

“Miles!” Pav called out to nowhere in particular. “Miles!?”

“Is yelling his name really gonna help?�� Your brows furrow.

“I like to think yelling will conjure up the whole ‘spider-sense’ thing.” Pav says, still gazing around. “Wait, maybe I need to sound more in distress.”

You chuckle, looking around. And that’s when you spot Miles and Gwen. “Miles!” You walk over with a smile. Pav is hot on your heels.

Miles turns, and copies your smile. “Y/n, hey.”

“Okay look, I’m sorry to ask this but can you translate something for me?” You ask, hopeful.

Miles tilts his head slightly. “Yeah, sure. As long as it isn’t French, or Dutch, or Russian. Or practically any language I don’t know.”

Your smile widens. “No, no. None of those. It’s just Spanish.”

“Oh.” Miles stands straighter. “I’ll warn you I don’t know a heck of amount. But I can give it go.”

“Thank you.” You grow more excited in way. All of last night you had been thinking about what you had said, really trying not to just roll over and grab your phone.

“Okay, so it’s two sentences.” You begin. Miles nods. “The first one is…’Me encantaría usar…tu cama para otras…cosas’.” You say it somewhat slowly, making sure you got it right.

When you look back to Miles, he’s staring at you blinking. You stare back. “What?” You ask.

“Um.” He scratches the back of his head. “I’m probably hearing it wrong.” He mutters to himself before he’s looking back to an expectant you.

“What was the second one?” He asks, a little more curious this time.

“Uh…’¿No crees que…me vería bonita atrapada entre…tus sábanas?’”

Now miles is staring at you. You eye him, brows furrowed. “What does it mean?”

He coughs. “Who said that to you?”

“Oh, no I said it to someone.” You answer. “Well, they asked me to say it…”

“You said it someone…” he drifts off, slightly gulping.

“What? Is it…bad?” Your brows are further furrowed. “Come on, Miles, please. I’ve been dying to know what it means all of last night.”

“Well, the first one…it means ‘I’d love to use your bed for other things’.” He mutters it out extremely quickly. That you think you don’t catch it right.

“What?”

“And the second one means ‘don’t you think I’d look pretty trapped in your sheets?’.” Miles’ has looked away, scratching the back of his neck again, clearly a fraction flustered.

This time you’re staring at him, or more so through him. Then you blink. “What?” You repeat stupidly. That can’t be right. Why did miguel ask you to say something about his bed…

Now you weren’t dumb you were just…in shock. Because how does that make sense. And as the words settle in your mind a little more, you begin to feel the familiar burn in your stomach.

Recently your skin had begun to feel hot. In specific scenarios, around a specific someone. Every moment that he had touched you in some way you had either been injured, or fainting, so you hadn’t realised the reactions in the moment. But now, having your mind clear and your body healthy enough your skin grows prickly.

Then there was the touches on your chin…

At first you thought that they were a form of showing his superiority. It seemed like something he’d do. But when you really thought about it, you realised that he wasn’t grabbing Peter’s face like that, he wasn’t leaning over a chair that Gwen was sitting at.

Now you’ve grown hot. And your cheeks are probably bright red, considering how Pav is eyeing you. “Um.” You nod. You don’t know why you’re nodding. You just need to do something that isn’t stare off into space.

“Who, um, asked you to say that?” Gwen asks.

You shift your gaze to her, still slightly stuck in your own head. You felt the urge to fan yourself, but realised how implicating that would seem. Miguel got you to say that stuff? That seemed to be a repeating question in your head.

“Oh, uh, nobody.” You didn’t really want to tell them that it was Miguel. You felt it would put pressure on something that you were sure wasn’t even something. It wasn’t…right?

But now as you quickly thank miles and skim past them, your mind is whirring. Did Miguel…? You press your lips together at the thought, unbuttoning the first button of your dress shirt. You were sure you were reading into it. Though…part of you was actually hoping the underlying meaning you were thinking of was the truth.

You were even slightly shocked at yourself at this revelation. It’s as if it had always been on the tip of your tongue. Not falling off because Miguel is well…Miguel.

;;

“What was that about?” Pav asks, watching your leaving form. Gwen watches you go as well, eyes narrowing in her own inspection.

Miles was still going over the sentences in his head, really double checking he got them right. “Yeah…nah, that’s right.” He mutters. “My translations right.”

“Who asked her—“

“Asked who what?” Hobie appeared, clearly just back from a mission, as he leaned against Miles, resting his arm on his shoulder.

“Y/n.” Gwen says. “She asked Miles to translate something for her.”

“See, I knew this guy would be helpful.” Hobie slightly shakes Miles’ shoulders.

“I think someone has a crush on y/n.” Pav says, making Hobie shift his gaze to him.

“Who?” Miles asks, suddenly interested in the small ordeal.

Pav shrugs, but Hobie shakes his head, scoffing. Pav hadn’t seen you and Miguel interact a hell of a lot. Gwen didn’t pay that much attention to people’s gazes, and Miles was well…new. So, maybe Hobie could give them a break, but he still couldn’t believe how oblivious they were.

Hobie began to figure out Miguel’s little crush on you when Miguel had called him in for a last minute mission that Miguel could have easily done himself. He hadn’t needed Hobie.

And when Miguel’s jaw clenched at the mention of how he was supposed to be hanging out with you, Hobie began to clock on.

“Come on, you lot.” Hobie says staring at them. “Tell me, who speaks Spanish here? Fluently?”

Gwen looks down, thinking. “Miguel.”

Hobie nods. “Uh huh.” He presses, seeing their slightly furrowed brows. “Oh bloody hell, you lot are thick.”

“Oh…” Pav mutters. “Oh!” He realises, and Hobie gestures to him, sighing in relief.

“Thank anarchy.” He mutters, thankful one person caught on.

“Miguel likes y/n?!” Pav practically exclaims, earning a few side glances from other spider variants.

“It’d seem so.” Hobie smirks.

;;

Later that evening, you stood, not meaning to feel as flushed as you were. Standing in front of Miguel's bedroom door, you felt hot, your breathing quickening. After having found out what he got you to say—and having gone through the stages of confusion, denial and then shock—you've arrived back to sweaty palms.

You take a breath, knocking, but instead of the solid feel of the door, your hand falls through, the door having been cracked open a fraction—your nervous state must have forced you not to notice. It swings wider and your breath hitches.

Miguel's room is a mess, and not just his bed this time. Things are smashed, and his chair is thrown, lying lifeless on the floor. You then shift your gaze up to a heaving Miguel. He finally notices your presence, meeting your wide eyes.

Miguel had always been someone who was controlled. Sure, he got agitated easy, and clearly had some anger issues to deal with, but 'messy' was never a word you associated with him. And here he was hair ruffled, wet from the outside rain, and covering part of his eyes. His chest heaved to a mismatched beat, as his nose twitched in a snarl, his fangs very visible in the dim light. He looked like the definition of ‘a mess’.

"What are you doing here?" His low tone breaks you from your silent stance, your lips coming closed to rub against each other in...thought? You weren't entirely sure.

You gulp. "Did something...happen?" You scan his body for injuries, but find none. You glance at his open window. "Did you go on a mission?"

"Did you need something?" Miguel doesn't mean for his tone to come out so harshly. And watching your face twitch a fraction made him grind his teeth in annoyance at himself.

"I was going to ask you something, but..." Now you weren't so sure that this moment was the right one.

Miguel gulps, turning slightly away from you. "If you have nothing to say…go."

Yes, Miguel was acting clip and rude with you. And yes...maybe he did turn away so he wouldn't see your expressions. But then he hears your steps slowly draw closer. He shifts his gaze back to you.

Right now was the worst time to see you, he didn't want you to see him, he wanted you to go.

"I thought you had nothing to say?" Miguel briskly asks, but you caught the slight crack in his harsh tone. A crack that displayed a mix of emotions—stress, anxiety,...fear?

Before you know it you're moving closer, your feet, the rain and his breathing filling the other wise silent room. "Now's not a good time." His tone cracked even more. This time with anger.

You stop, a decent distance away. And maybe you should leave, leave him to this. But what is this? You voice that. "What is this?" 'This' as in the mess. 'This' as in Miguel's body language. He looked like he was not even a minute away from exploding.

"Are you...okay?"

Part of Miguel's facade broke at that. "I'm perfectly fine. Do I not look it?" He spits this, fully turning to you. Some droplets of water, that had drenched his hair slides down his cheek.

You know not to be taken aback by Miguel's words. But you'd never seen the word 'crazed' written in his eyes before...'frantic'. "No...you don't look it." You say, eyeing him. "You look...you don't look like yourself."

Miguel mockingly nods, his tongue dragging across one of his fangs, and actually drawing blood. "Right." He forcibly chuckles. "I forgot, I'm supposed to look...what? Composed? On task? In control?" He's stepped closer to you, each word coming out like a snarl.

"Not everything stays the same." Miguel is saying. "Not everything goes the way we plan." He grits out 'plan' like he despises the word altogether.

And as you glance from his hair to the window, to then his too clean of a suit, you realise something. It wasn't a mission, but he had gone somewhere.

"Miguel, where did you go?"

"I didn't go anywhere." He scoffs out.

"Yes you did." You say, narrowing your eyes in thought. And maybe now would be a good time to leave, leave him be. But of course you wouldn't, 'worry' now tieing you up tight. Then you pause. "Why are talking about things that don't go to plan? What hasn't gone to plan?"

"You know, you can be real nosy sometimes." Miguel wanted to punch himself. Why did he say that? You had never been nosy, only observant. Maybe too much for your own good, but it was surely a talent of yours. And here he was shaming you.

But in this moment you weren't fazed. Something was wrong. "Miguel, you've clearly just come in here angry. You're hair's wet from the rain, so obviously recently. Your room is a mess. It's never a mess. You're...never a mess."

"Oh, plenty of things can become a mess, y/n."

"Yeah, but never you. Sure, you've gotten angry before, but you've never trashed a room. There's glass on the floor...you broke that mirror." You gesture to the one hanging on the wall, a prominent fist imbedded in the middle.

"Don't tell me you're gonna deduce where I've fucking been by the glass?!" He was yelling. Not at you. Never at you. At himself. But he's always been very good at projecting. Especially when you're around.

"No." You breathe. "I'm asking you." You say, letting a hint of your concern shine through. You were concerned. Very concerned. Maybe Miguel would have noticed your concern, if he wasn't slowly loosing it. If the messed up room wasn't enough of a tell, he's hit his peak.

"What happened?" You ask again, and this time you finally get a response.

"I fucked up, okay?!" He exclaims, his heart pounding a mile a minute. "I can't take it back. And I've tried. I've really tried. But you know what? Maybe this is meant to happen. Maybe I'm meant to screw everything up."

You stare at him. "What are you talking about?"

"I..." Miguel drifts off, fisting his already disheveled hair. "I let them take it..." Hs voice has softened. But not to a nice kind of softened—a broken one.

You step a fraction closer. "Who? And take what?"

You can visibly see Miguel's strength ebbing away. He looks exhausted, and all in all done. Done with everything. You didn't like that look, you didn't like the inclination of it. "Miguel." You say slowly.

But he's going farther and farther back into his mind, getting tangled up in thoughts you could tell had begun to haunt him. Screwed up? What had he supposedly screwed up?

Then before your mind could work on overdrive, millions of questions wanting to surface, and before Miguel could step further back from reality, you stepped much, much closer, reaching up on your tip toes. And then you wrapped your arms around his neck...hugging him.

Miguel is frozen. Entirely frozen. His mind stops trying to murder him and the drowning sounds in his ears fade away. Now he can hear your breathing, a nervous beat clear. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know if he should do what he’s thinking.

But then you’re slowly drawing back, arms leaving his body. And he can’t have that. He swiftly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back to him, as his hands clench around your shirt.

Your breathing hitches as Miguel’s breath hits your collarbone, his head choosing to rest in the crook of your neck, his lips grazing part of your skin.

No. He had told himself he wouldn’t think like that anymore. It was exhausting, and he was tired enough as is. His grip tightened around you. To all the doubtful voices in his head, he was using you to say ‘shut the hell up’.

You could feel Miguel’s entire body practically slump against yours. And though your cheeks were red hot, and your heart was screaming you wrapped your arms back around his neck, your wrists meeting together by his hair.

For once Miguel heard silence. He had always had too many voices in his head telling him this and that. And that ‘this was what has to be done’ and that ‘no, you can’t get distracted’.

Now he felt a much relieving calmness engulfing him. You. His breathing slightly shuddered against your neck, the open of his mouth leading his fangs to lightly brush across your skin.

You shivered at this, earning Miguel to lean his head back. But he didn’t let your waist go. You stopped those voices and he’d be damned if he let you step away from his body now.

Your breathes met, as did your gaze. You were close, the seeming millimetre making you seem even more so. You could feel Miguel’s fingers fiddle slowly with the back of your shirt, your front still pressed against his.

“I’m…” You gulp, your voice coming out much shakier than you intended. “Sorry…I probably shouldn’t have hugged you.” You could practically taste his breath.

“Yeah…you probably shouldn’t have.” His tone is breathy, sounding out of body, as his gaze flickers to your lips.

They’re dry—of course. And now at the close proximity licking them made you feel ten times hotter. You prayed he couldn’t see your blushing cheeks.

“I’m sorry that I just…sorta came in.” You felt you had to fill in the silence. Miguel didn’t seem to mind it though, cause it meant that he could listen to your voice. And replacing your voice with the one’s in his head is probably the smartest choice he could ever make.

Well maybe the second smartest choice… He stared at your freshly wet lips, breathing harder. His thoughts had changed from ‘how much more could he take’ to ‘how much more…more…more’. He wanted more. More of your closeness, this seemed to not be enough.

In response to his thoughts his hands glided up your back, making your body lean more against him. Chest to chest.

“A-and I probably shouldn’t have assumed all that stuff…” you breathe out, as Miguel tilts his head, looking down at you. It’s safe to say your were flustered.

“I think you did alright.” He partially whispered.

“Well…you’re not throwing a chair..so..” Stupid, stupid, stupid—you think to yourself. “I mean…”

And to your shock you notice his lips begin to curve up. And not just to stop at a certain point. No. His lips continued to widen until he was smiling. An actual, genuine smile, that oozed amusement, and it made him look…happy?

“Careful.” You say. “You look like you’re expressing a ‘sparkly emotion’.”

“Oh no.” His grin doesn’t fall, and it only makes your heart beat faster. “We wouldn’t want that…would we?”

You quickly shake your head, and Miguel presses his lips together with further amusement, his eyes darting. “…cute.”

You freeze. And Miguel seems to realise his small slip up, as his eyes grow a fraction wider. He had slipped up in English. Goddamn English. You understood.

But what he didn’t know was that you understood a lot more than just that word. And as the reason for your arrival to his room came back to you, the simple word ‘cute’ seemed to mean a whole lot, lot more.

I’m sorry this one’s kinda short, and not too much is going on. but I wanted them to have a close moment like this before they…well…y’know.

at this point I’ve decided to do nine parts (it fits better) so next part…mhm…FINALLY we can get some closer HaPpIniNgS

plus next part im gonna go onto a deeper dive of where Miguel went and who the masked men are — i just needed a bit of tension filled fluff

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[yan-randomfandom]

Yandere!Peri x GN!Reader[Pt.3]

Part 1 — Part 2 — FINAL[you're here!]

warnings: obsessive thoughts, guilt tripping

OH LETS GO!! Now this is actual yandere content 🙏 Part 2 bothered me too much so here you go LOL— The format for this is half bulletin and half drabble!

Peri didn't realize how deprived he is when it comes to friends. He enjoys your company more than he really should.

He supposed it's because he's literally the youngest fairy after a thousand years. The only experience he had with having friends has already faded away in his memories; he never saw those baby fairies again.

In one way or another, you both found common grounds in taking care of Dev.

Yet, you're a human. What do fairies and humans even have in common? He's already struggling to pretend like he's one of you.

Perhaps one of the reasons why Peri appreciates you is because you're giving him your natural attention. It's not smothering like his parents, not pressuring like the others, and is generally just not forced.

Needless to say, Peri really, really likes you.

Which is why he doesn't want to let you go so soon.

Being with you and Dev is almost breaking the rules. Heck, maybe it already is. Why else would he be doing this secretly?

`•*°•*

Peri, your friend now, is babysitting Dev with you again tonight. You were skeptical about it at first, but Peri was so eager about it for some reason. If you had to truly be honest, you don't know what compelled you to agree with him tagging along with your kid.

You initially asked your boss, to which he easily said yes. But it was more about brushing you off, if you had to admit. Irritation creeps into your bones. Dale just doesn't care sometimes, doesn't he?

But it should be okay. Peri seemed to genuinely care about Dev. It's almost like he's known him his whole life, even.

It's quite perfect for the favor you're going to ask him later.

"..."

You watched Dev's blanketed figure for a few more seconds before gently closing the door.

Peri looked at you expectantly. You grinned with a thumbs up. You whispered, "he's sleeping."

He grinned, walking to the living room with you trailing behind him. "Well, then! Whatcha wanna do? Watch a movie, draw each other, put makeup on my face—"

"Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you about something," you carefully said as you sat down on the couch.

"Yeah? What is it?" Peri replied, sitting next to you. He's not sure how to feel about how serious you're being.

"Well," you sighed. "I know it's only been a few weeks since I got this job, and I love Dev with all my heart, but..."

Peri's expression almost goes blank. You're not looking at him. "But what?"

"I'm going to change my job soon," you grimaced. Turning your head, you finally looked at Peri. His lilac eyes looked distant. "Uh, which is where you come in! Do you want to replace me instead? I'm worried for Dev, and I think you're the best next babysitter for him! The pay is good! I'll talk to Dale—"

"Why? Are you saying you'll leave us? I mean, Dev?" Peri furrowed his eyebrows.

You frowned. Maybe you should have told him after babysitting. Peri's more upset than you thought. "I'm trying to explore all the work options right now. My aunt offered me a job as a barista, and.. well, I do like making drinks."

Peri doesn't understand. Why are you so quick to move on from Dev? He rejected a dentist job from the tooth fairy just so he could be a godparent to him!

"I can't replace you," he deadpanned. "It has to be you. I thought you said you cared about Dev?"

"I do!" you said, growing a little upset. "But I can't be in this job forever, you know?"

A small pause.

You placed a hand on Peri's shoulder, offering him a gentle expression. "I'll be honest, Peri, I'm not sure why you're so upset, but I can always just visit you guys."

To your surprise, Peri pulled you into a tight hug. He buried his face in your neck. You're used to him being touchy, so you let it happen.

"Really?" he mumbled.

"Of course. I promise it."

Liar.

[otomiyaa]

The Kiss

Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

A/N: Somehow I saw this art and a few minutes later I wrote the whole outline for this fic. P.S. I wrote this on my phone so I hope it didn't turn into a disaster lol.

Summary: No plot, just kisses and tickles... (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1.1K

A casual fling. Friends with benefits. Body research? Maybe a test? A calculated scheme? Or... Meaningless love?

No, no. He would never use the word love.

Aventurine thought about the many ways Dr. Ratio would potentially describe what they shared. The relationship between them that kind of involved the physical activities one wouldn't just share with anyone.

He continued to stare at Ratio, specifically at his lips. Yeah. From kissing to getting handsy to, at times, even getting naked and devouring each other... As he continued to find himself in these situations once in a while, he wondered what excuses Dr. Ratio would have ready for them.

Not once did he explain himself. It often just happened. And not a word about it was spoken afterwards, even when Aventurine would try to tease him about it. If he kissed him, Ratio would kiss him back. Heck, last time it was even Ratio himself who started it.

Aventurine couldn't help but smirk and tingle with confidence. Was he that irresistible to the usually cool and collected doctor?

"Gambler. Are you even paying attention to what I am saying?" Ratio asked in an irritated tone, inviting him back to the conversation. No, apparently he was not paying attention to the work-related matter at hand.

"No," he admitted, and he strode towards Ratio. Oh how he loved to be alone with him like this, to do freely as he pleased. He grabbed him by the collar and yanked him forward, almost resulting in a headbutt. But instead of hitting his head, he captured his lips in a well aimed open mouthed tongue kiss. Random, but so very good.

Ratio's startled reaction gave him the perfect chance to kiss him long and deep, and he couldn't help but let out a huffy chuckle mid-kiss when he noticed Ratio stumbling backwards. So with both hands on his hips, Aventurine shoved him until he was with his back against the wall.

Then slamming a hand next to his head to assert dominance, Aventurine kissed him some more, his body burning with lust, adrenaline and confidence. And Ratio? Wasn't even trying to push him back but kissed him just the same. Yeah, explain that, doctor.

Then, when they finally broke apart and Aventurine granted him a moment to breathe, he smirked at him and licked his lips.

"What's wrong doctor? Did I catch you off-guard?" he asked. He stood on his toes to get some more of that when all of a sudden he was slammed with his back against the same wall he was just pinning Ratio against. Doctor had effortlessly swapped their positions and was now looking like the predator.

"You are infuriating," was all he said before he used the same method as Aventurine; he practically shoved his tongue into his mouth and quite literally sucked the life out of him.

"Hmh..." Aventurine's arms moved up and hesitated. Wrapping his arms around his neck would be considered too romantic. His hands ended up landing on his shoulders and he squeezed them roughly, digging his fingers into them and pulling Ratio even tighter against him. Ratio's hands on his own body trailed down, making him jump and tingle under his touch. They managed to expose some bare skin and as soon as those fingers touched him there...

"Hngh!" Aventurine jumped when the touch was rather specific. And again, fingers brushing against his lower sides, so he quickly tried to break off the kiss to ask Ratio what the fuck was wrong with him. But Ratio wouldn't let him. Aventurine was stuck in his kiss, and those nasty fingers started to increase their demanding touches.

It fucking tickled. Like hell. Aventurine squirmed and shook, but when it went from casual soft brushing and scratching touches to simply digging and clawing at his poor defenseless torso, he realized this was no mere accident.

"Hmmmhh stahh-hmh!" Ratio only shoved his tongue deeper into his mouth, kissing him with... passion might be the wrong word, but there was definitely a lot of determination.

His fingers climbed up and wiggled between his ribs as if they were longing to pry his body open. Instead it tickled Aventurine until giggles were starting to spill out despite the exhausting kisses.

"Rahahatio! Hah- stohohop it mahahan!" He tried to squirm and struggle free, his hands pushing at Ratio' shoulders. Then when he moved them to shove at his chest, Ratio captured both his hands with ease and pinned them above his head.

"Quiet," he demanded before kissing him further, but the damn tickling returned too, worse than ever! How could he possibly be quiet?!

"Hmmmmmmfhh!" Aventurine was on fire. Helpless to the ticklish sensations that invaded his trapped body, starting at his armpit and traveling down his ribs and side, then back up again. He arched his back and struggled, moaned and let out muffled cries and giggles. None that convinced the doctor that this kiss of death and tickles was in fact killing him.

He felt even more helpless when Ratio released his arms again and it didn't change anything. He was only tickled with both hands, fiercer and more ticklish than he had experienced before. He shook on his legs and eventually fell down. The humiliation and disgrace were nothing compared to the tickle attack that followed. No more kissing, just Dr. Ratio and his ten cursed fingers that knew exactly where to get Aventurine to leave him cackling and squealing.

"Stahah-ahahahah nohoho! You're sohoho- wahhhahhah!"

"Speak full sentences," was Ratio's cold reply. His actions were anything but cold though. His wiggling and digging fingers left Aventurine burning. His throat was equally on fire from the amount of laughter it had to endure.

"I cahahan't breheheathe! Rahahatio!" Tears rolled down his warm cheeks. He curled up but was just as easily uncurled again, with one of Ratio's hands on his thigh, digging and squeezing him to not miss a single opportunity of tickling him. Ratio's other hand used its damned fingers to spider at his helpless tummy.

"Plehehehease Rahahatio what thehehe hehehell!" Aventurine laughed breathlessly. It felt as if Ratio would never stop. But then finally, when there was nothing Aventurine could do except moan and whine in a miserable heap on the floor, Ratio got back up.

"What's wrong, gambler? Did I catch you off-guard?" he asked, firing Aventurine's very own words right back at him.

"We'll continue our meeting next time," he added before leaving Aventurine just like that. Hot, tired and messy on the floor. Damn.

Geez. What a petty doctor. Why did he always have to be the better person? Aventurine wiped his burning lips and squirmed as the tingling sensation still dominated his body even now.

... "Just you wait, Ratio..." he mumbled to himself with a smirk. Looked like he needed to up his game next time...!

[joelmillerisapunk]

Girl Next Door

Neighbor!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Masterlist

Wordcount: 3,646

Summary: Joel finds himself overwhelmed by the desire to possess something that belongs to you, leading him to indulge in a secret fantasy.

~Or~

What Odette dreams about

Warnings: 18+, mentions of Tommy being in jail, underwear/ underwear sniffing kink? Unprotected bathroom bar sex, hair pulling, no physical description of reader minus hair being pullable, oral - m!receiving

Notes: NERVOUS AS ALL HECK TO POST THIS AS MY FIRST FIC IN A MINUTE. didn't know I had this kink until I had a similar dream, so don't look at me, but also, if anyone else likes this, please let's talk so I don't feel weird 😂 thanks as always @saradika-graphics for the divider

Joel is restless as he mindlessly tosses his clothes into the washing machine in the shared laundry room of his apartment complex. He can't stop thinking about the woman he saw moving in across the hall. There's just something about her that captivated him, and he can't shake her from his mind.

As he goes to add the detergent to the machine, he notices a basket of laundry sitting next to his. His eyes scan over the pile of clothes until they land on a pair of lacy panties. A thrill run through him as he realises that they were hers - yours.

The ones he saw when he was watching you move boxes, the ones he watched appear when you bent over and your shirt exposed the small of your back.

And before he can talk himself out of it, he quickly grabs the panties, stuffing them into his pocket. He turns around just in time to see you walking into the laundry room.

"Oh, hey there," you say with a friendly smile. "I didn't realize anyone else was using the machines right now."

Joel feels his face flush with embarrassment as he stutters out a response. "Uh, yeah, was just finishin' up."

You chuckle softly. "Well, don't let me interrupt you. I just need to switch my load over to the dryer."

As you bend down to transfer your clothes, Joel can't help but steal a glance at your body. He feels a stirring in his pants, and he quickly looks away, hoping you don't notice.

When you straighten up, you catch him looking and raise an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"

Joel feels his face grow even hotter. "Uh, yeah, sorry. I just got a little distracted."

You smile knowingly. "Well, I hope it was a good distraction.”

You make small talk as you wait for your laundry to finish, and Joel finds himself even more drawn to you.

As you’re about to leave, you turn to him. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it darlin?"

"Well, I seem to have misplaced a pair of my favorite underwear. I was wondering if you might have seen them around here?"

Joel's mind races as he tries to think of a response. He can't very well admit that he had taken them, could he?

"Uh, no, I haven't seen them," he stammers, hoping you don't notice the lie.

You look disappointed. "Oh, well, thanks anyway. I guess I'll just have to buy a new pair." And with that, you're gone. Shortly after, he gathers his things and leaves.

As soon as he’s outside the room, Joel lets out a sigh of relief. The adrenaline rush from stealing your underwear sends shivers down his spine. He can’t believe how easy that was. This is definitely the highest he's ever felt.

But as he walks away, a wave of guilt washes over him. What kind of sick fuck gets off on stealing women's underwear? He knows how wrong it is, but damn if it doesn't turn him on like nothing else ever could.

He walks aimlessly for a while, trying to distract himself from the thoughts in his head. But every time he thinks about those lacy panties clinging to his thigh, he feels his cock throb.

He needs to do something with them. He needs to feel them against his skin, to smell them, to touch them. But what? Should he hide them away in a drawer? Or should he just keep them nearby for whenever the urge struck?

Joel hesitates for a moment before finally making up his mind.

As he walks back into his apartment, he can’t help but imagine what it would be like to feel those panties on his body. The idea of feeling your softness against his skin makes his cock throb even harder.

Joel decides to try and sleep it off. Maybe by morning, the urge would pass, and he would be able to put this whole thing behind him.

He walks toward his bedroom and strips off his clothes before he climbs into bed. But try as he might, sleep eludes him. The urge to grab those panties and explore them with his tongue is too strong to ignore. He continues to shift restlessly in bed until finally giving in to temptation. He reaches down grabbing the soft fabric from his jeans wrapping one hand around his hard cock and using the other hand to bring the fabric up to his nose and inhales deeply.

Joel's hand moves up and down his shaft, stroking with a rhythm that he knows will bring him to climax in no time. He focuses on the sensation of his own hand, the softness of you on the lace, letting out a low moan as he feels himself getting closer to the edge.

But then, just as he's about to come, Joel hesitates. What if you found out? The thought makes him pause, making him wonder if it’s worth the risk. He decides to take a break for now. Throwing the panties to the floor, he lays there for a few moments, trying to catch his breath. But then he can't resist. The urge takes over slowly and then, all at once, crashing over him like a tidal wave about to suffocate him. Joel picks up the panties one more time and brings them close to his face, inhaling deeply.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath as he licks them slowly, savoring their scent. He runs his tongue over every inch of fabric before finally taking them into his mouth, sucking on them hungrily. "You taste so sweet baby."

He stops to hold the panties in front of his face, admiring their form, admiring the cut and color. He imagines how it would taste if he were to lick your pretty lips and your pretty little clit, imagining how it would taste when he slips his fingers inside you as you’re making a mess all over his face. It almost makes him come right then.

He moans softly as he imagines all the things he would be doing to you once he gets you alone. How you would feel wrapped around his cock, moaning as he pushes into you. His eyes light up as he envisions how you would feel, naked against him, begging and whimpering as he fucks you. He knows the perfect way to drive you insane; torturing you for pleasure before finally plunging into you, making you scream his name, begging daddy for his big cock. He pictures you writhing and crying underneath him as his seed spills all over your soft skin, filling the air with the musky scent of sex.

His fantasy is interrupted, however, as his phone rings, shattering the illusion of the forbidden paradise his imagination created. Joel groans in frustration, reluctantly answering it.

"Ya?" He demands, his voice rough with need and lust, not bothering to ask who it is.

"Hey, big brother. It's me." it was Tommy, and Joel could only guess what this was about. Tommy had seen himself in jail, his fair share these past few years, and Joel was tired of bailing him out.

"Tommy, I swear to god -" Joel starts, ready cuss out his brother and give him the old "I'm gonna kick your ass..." spiel, but Tommy cuts him off.

"I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna kick my ass. But it wasn't my fault this time. The guy had it comin. He was gonna hurt her. I was just tryin' to help. You gotta respect that, Mr. Southern gentleman himself." Tommy says, sounding sincere enough for Joel to believe him. He relaxes slightly. Tommy never did anything particularly bad, but he always manages to get himself in trouble somehow. Even as kids, he was always bailing Tommy out.

Joel rolls his eyes. “That's what you said the last time. I'm gonna kick your damn ass Tommy. I should leave ya in there."

"Alright, alright, look man-"

"What? Make it good, or I'm goin’ back to bed." Joel says impatiently.

"You bail me out this one last time, and I'll buy you the next round'a beer." Tommy bargains.

Joel can't help but laugh at his brother's proposal. "You're really tryin’ to bribe me with beer, huh? Fine, I'll bail you out one last time. But you better not fuck this up, Tommy, you ain’t gettin' another chance." Joel warns.

"Thanks, Joel. I won't let you down this time, I promise - promise on our mamma," Tommy replies, sounding genuinely grateful.

Joel sighs and hangs up the phone, shaking his head. He can't believe he was letting his brother talk him into this again.

But as he gets dressed and heads out to bail his brother out of jail, Joel can’t shake off the feeling of excitement that still lingers from his earlier encounter. The memory of those lacy panties, the scent of you on his fingers, the taste of you on his tongue - all of it is still fresh in his mind.

As he drives, Joel's mind starts to wander. He can't stop thinking about you, about the way you probably look in those silky panties, the way you feel and taste. He feels himself getting hard again just thinking about it. There’s something about you that draws him in, something that makes him want to possess you, to make you his own.

With one hand on the wheel, his free hand pulls out the underwear from his pocket, his hand shaking with desire as he holds the lacy panties up.

He lets out a low moan, his cock already rock hard in his pants and without thinking, he begins to rub himself through the fabric, imagining it’s your hand on him instead.

The sensation is overwhelming, and Joel can feel himself on the brink of climax almost immediately. He tries to hold back to savor the moment, but it’s no use. Within seconds, he’s coming hard, staining his jeans with his own release.

Panicked, he starts feeling around his truck for something to cover up the stain on his pants. He rummages through the glove compartment and the back seat before finally finding an old sweater that Tommy had left behind on a previous visit.

Joel quickly places the sweater over his bulge, hoping it would be enough to hide the stain.

When he arrives, he parks in the loading zone and jumps out of the truck, still trying to act casual while tying the sweater around his waist. But as he approaches the entrance, he can feel the eyes of the other visitors coming in on him, no doubt noticing the bulge in his pants and the sweater tied around his waist.

As he walks into the jail, his face flushes with embarrassment, and his mind still preoccupies with thoughts of you. He makes his way to the visitor's area, scanning the crowd for Tommy.

When he finally spots his brother sitting at a visitors table, looking bored and impatient, Joel approaches him, trying to act as casual as possible.

"Hey, Tommy," Joel says, as he sits across from him.

Tommy looks up and does a double-take when he sees the sweater tied around Joel's waist. "What the hell happened to you?" Tommy asks, with a smirk on his face.

Joel feels his face grow even hotter with embarrassment. "Nothin’, just spilled some coffee on my pants.”

Tommy raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.

Joel shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust the sweater tied around his waist. He can feel Tommy's eyes on him, still skeptical about the "coffee" stain.

"Sure thing, big brother. Whatever you say," Tommy says, chuckling to himself.

—

Joel and Tommy walk out of the jail, the weight of the situation heavy between them but still Joel can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him as they step out into the cool night air. He had done his duty as an older brother once again, bailing Tommy out of a sticky situation.

As they make their way to Joel's truck, he can’t shake off the thoughts of you that have been consuming him all day. He wants you, needs you, in a way that he has never felt before.

Tommy notices Joel's distracted state and ribbs him about it. "Hey man, you got a girl on the brain or somethin’? You've been acting weird since you got here."

Joel hesitates for a moment, as much of a dumbass his kid brother is, he’s really all he’s got, "Uh - yeah, there’s this girl... Can't stop thinkin’ about her."

Tommy chuckles. "Well, maybe you should ask her out or somethin’. What's the worst that could happen?"

Joel shakes his head. "It's not that simple. I... I don't even know her name."

Tommy raises an eyebrow. "Well, where’d you meet her?"

Joel hesitates for a moment before admitting the truth. "I saw her move the other day across the way. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Just sat there starin’ for a bit, I just couldn't help myself.”

"Well, maybe you'll run into her again sometime. And this time, you can introduce yourself like a normal person."

Joel nods, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe Tommy was right. Maybe he would run into you again. And this time, he could do things differently.

—

The next evening, Joel finds himself at the bar down the street, hoping against hope that he might see you again, somewhere, somehow. He sits at the bar, nursing a beer and scanning the crowd for any sign of you.

As he sits there, he can't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. Has he been here before? It was like a fog had settled over his memory, making it difficult to recall the details.

And then, just as he's about to give up hope, he sees you walking towards the bar, your eyes scanning the crowd. And then, as if by some miracle, they land on him.

You smile, a shy, tentative smile that makes Joel's heart race. Joel can't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over him as he sees you approaching him at the bar.

He's always been awkward around women, especially ones as beautiful as you. He tries to play it cool, taking a sip of his beer and glancing up at the TV, but his eyes keep flicking back to you.

"Hey there, cowboy," you say, a playful smile on your lips. "I haven't seen you around here before."

Joel feels a wave of nervousness wash over him, but he tries to hide it with a grin. "Oh, I'm just passin' through," he says, hoping he doesn't sound as awkward as he feels.

But you seem to be enjoying his discomfort, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'm glad you stopped by."

You lean against the bar, your body close to Joel's. He can feel the heat radiating off of you, and he finds himself struggling to focus on anything but you.

"So, cowboy, tell me what really brings you to this little dive bar?" You ask, your voice low and sultry.

Joel takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "Just needed a break from the rodeo, I guess," he says, trying to play along.

You laugh, a loud, genuine laugh that makes Joel's heart skip a beat. "Well, I'm glad you found it. Maybe we can make each other's night a little more interesting."

Joel feels a thrill run through him at your words. He knows what you're suggesting, and he can't help but feel a surge of desire. "I'd like that darlin."

You lean in closer, your lips brushing against Joel's ear. "Follow me."

Joel follows you through the crowded bar, his heart racing with excitement. He can't believe what's happening, but he doesn't want it to stop.

You lead him to the bathroom, pushing open the door and pulling him inside. The room is small and dimly lit, but Joel can see the desire shining in your eyes.

You push him up against the wall, your body presses against his. Joel can feel your breath hot against his skin, and he finds himself struggling to breathe.

"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."

Joel feels a surge of desire run through him. He's wanted you just as badly, and he can't believe this is finally happening. He reaches out, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, your tongues dancing together as you explore each other's mouths.

Joel's hands move down your body, sliding under your skirt and finding their way to your panties. He can feel the heat radiating off of you, and he knows you want him just as badly as he wants you.

He slides your panties down your legs, his fingers lingering for a moment before he lets them fall to the floor.

You break the kiss, your breath hot and heavy. "Take me."

Joel doesn't need to be told twicn.sbb

De. He helps you up onto the sink and your legs wrap around his waist as he slides inside of you.

You moan with pleasure, your head thrown back as Joel thrusts into you. The bathroom is small and cramped, but neither of you care. All that matters is the heat and the pleasure between you.

Joel can feel himself getting close, the pleasure building up inside of him. He knows he won't be able to hold back for much longer.

But just as he's about to reach his climax, you pull away, your body sliding down his.

"Not yet, cowboy," you say, a playful smile on your lips.

Joel watches as you sink to your knees in front of him, your eyes never leaving his. He feels a surge rush through him as you reach for his hard cock, you wrap your hand around it, stroking him slowly. Joel lets out a low moan as he feels your hand on him, the sensation almost too much to bear.

You lean in closer, your breath hot against his skin. He can feel your lips brushing against the tip of his cock, and he holds his breath in anticipation.

And then, finally, you take him into your mouth. Joel lets out another moan as he feels your lips around him, your tongue swirling around his cock. His thoughts are consumed with desire as he watches you pleasure him.

He reaches down, tangling his fingers in your hair as he begins to thrust his hips, fucking your mouth with a roughness that takes you by surprise. You moan around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. He can't believe how good it feels and how much he wants you.

He feels himself teetering on the edge, and he knows he's about to come. He pulls out of your mouth, your saliva glistening on his cock.

Without a word, he pulls you up and turns you around, bending you over the sink. He can see your face in the mirror, your eyes wide with desire and anticipation.

He slides inside of you, your wetness coating his cock as he begins to thrust. He can feel you clenching around him, your body trembling. Joel reaches around, his fingers finding your clit. He begins to rub slow circles, hearing you moan with pleasure as he hits the right spot.

He knows he won't be able to hold back much longer, and with one final thrust, he spills his seed deep inside of you, filling you up as you moan with pleasure.

Joel watches in the mirror as you come with him, your face flushed with pleasure, and your eyes glazed over with desire. He can't believe what just happened, but he knows one thing for sure - he needs more of you.

He pulls out of you and helps you to your feet. You lean into him, your body trembling with pleasure.

"Wow," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel chuckles, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. "Yeah, wow," he says, pulling you close for a kiss.

He helps you straighten your clothes, his fingers lingering on your skin for a moment before he pulls away.

You reach down, picking up your panties from the floor. You hold them out to Joel, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"A souvenir," you wink.

Joel takes the panties, his heart racing with excitement.

You lean in, your fingers putting a pre-written note in his pocket, and your lips brush against his ear. "Call me, cowboy," you say, your voice low and sultry.

And then you're gone, leaving Joel alone in the bathroom with nothing but the memory of your body and the scent of your panties to remind him of what just happened. He can't believe what just happened, but he knows one thing for sure - he's never felt this alive before.

[fourstarsoutofnine]

I was wondering if you could do something with reader yeeting a weighted blanket at the chain and their reactions? I got reminded of that weighted blanket trend and thought it’d be funny

A/N:HAHAHA ABSOLUTELY OMG this ask made me actually laugh out loud😭 I have a weighted blanket I use sometimes bc it helps with chronic pain(I have arthritis) and anxiety and such—also I’ve always wanted to do that trend w someone but I’ve been to scared bc I don’t wanna hurt anybody :( anyway enjoy!

The chain and a weighted blanket!

(For simplicity’s sake, we’ll say they have weighted blankets in Hyrule lol)

Time:

Is a bit confused with the initial throw(I’d be struggling if I tried tbh) like—why is a blanket being thrown on him, but once it hits him, he stumbles back with a groan and a laugh

“What’s wrong with this thing, great goddesses!”

Totally thinks it’s funny

Will be buying a weighted blanket as soon as possible to get Malon with it…also just cause it feels nice.

Twilight:

Catches it

“Hylia, this is heavy, why is this blanket heavy???”

When you(albeit shocked, cause how did he freaking catch it) explain to him that it has sand(?) in it, and what it can be used for, he’s pleasantly surprised.

“Oh wow! Who would’ve thought of such a thing!”

He accompanies you to go get Wild with it.

Wild:

Body folds like a lawn chair

“OGH-“ and a thunk on the ground 💀

But he’s laughing!

Pokes his head out and just kinda lays there. Twilight’s cackling his head off behind you.

“Why?” He asks with a laugh and you just

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Funny is funny, and it’s nice to have a few pranks here and there, both to keep you on your toes and have a laugh.

Sky:

Also folds like a lawn chair

Except he doesn’t like his head out like wild. When there’s no movement and you peek under, he’s asleep

Mans can fall asleep anywhere anytime in a short amount of time. Sleeping is like second nature to him.

“Sky???”

Nothing. Dead silence. You’re actually beginning to wonder if it knocked him out, but no. He’s snoring, and seems perfectly fine. It’s just comfy and he decided it was time to honk his shoos. Go night night for a bit.

Wars:

You throw it at him from behind and he stumbles forward into the stump he was using as a table for planning their next route.

“Agh! Hey!!!”

Was originally upset but when he saw how hard you were laughing, he can’t seem to make himself stay mad

You were too cute, and far too happy. He didn’t want to ruin that.. and it was a little funny

“Alright Alright, You’ve had your fun…. Now go get the vet.” He said with a soft smile. The effect you had on these boys was remarkable

Legend:

Get ready to run, and run fast

Yeah—he’s… pretty much the only one that didn’t take it well.

You threw it on him and he fell forward and cursed

“Y/n what gives?!”

Though when he saw how upset his yelling made you, he softened.

“It was just a joke, I didn’t mean—“

“No. It’s whatever.” He drops the blanket to the ground with a thud and crossed his arms. “It’s fine. Stop looking like that, though. All…sad. You look like a wet dog… or wet blanket, more appropriately..”

That made you crack a smile, and he huffed and rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth turning up as he turned away.

You can’t figure out if he said the pun with the intention of making you laugh or not, but it worked. (Spoiler alert, yes he did. He’s a softie whether he likes it or not and he has a particular soft spot for you.)

(Totally got the blanket to sleep under it for comfort, but if you told anyone or asked him about it he’d deny everything.)

Hyrule:

“AAH!” He yelled as he flew forward when you threw it on his back.

He’s laughing, which is good.

Like time, he just laughs and holds it out to you, only he’s doing it with a touch of struggle to keep his arms out until you take it.

“That’s so heavy! What the heck! How did it get like that???”

After a long winded explanation, he really likes it!

Definitely asks for it one night, especially after a particularly rough battle.

Four:

Like Wars, he’s a bit upset but laughs it off, because at the end of the day, it is funny

Just make sure to pay attention to when you’re throwing it on him. Make sure he’s not working on any weapons—that’s dangerous ground both in injury and messing the weapon up.

Then, he’d actually be upset(but not for too long. He can’t stay mad at you.)

“Oh cmon!” He laughs, shoving you once he’s out from under the blanket.

Once he gets over his small upset, he’s laughing louder. It starts being real funny to him.

“That’s so dumb, that’s so dumb.” He says through laughter.

Wind:

He goes FLYING

“Hey y/—WAH!”

When you pick it up he’s got the biggest mischievous grin

“THATS CRAZY! LETS GO GET THE OTHERS!”

Thinks it’s the funniest thing known to mankind

[thecuriousbeauty]

Harry Styles Oneshot- Honeymoon

Husband!Harry x reader

Word limit: 6,949

Warnings: Smut, teasing, edging, blowjob, gagging, light spanking, dirty talk. Oh and lots of fluff!

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"Is it..beachy?"

"Maybe."

"Will there be a lot of people?"

"Maybe."

"Will there be animals?"

"Maybe."

Groaning I sat back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. "You won't tell me anything?", I asked Harry who was watching me with an amused look, clearly enjoying not telling me anything about our honeymoon.

"You'll like it babe.", he patted his hand on my thigh. I looked out the window of the airplane, light peeking out of the clouds. It was a beautiful view.

But the view of the man beside me was better. Harry was looking at me with a content smile, his dimples peeking out. His curly locks were stuffed under his hood, and his green eyes were twinkling.

"I love you." I kissed his cheek and he smiled and pecked my lips. "I love you too."

"Aren't you sleepy?", I ask. We've been on the plane for five hours now, talking and talking. "Yeah." He nodded and yawned on cue. "I'm sleepy too." I pulled on our cuddle blanket and tucked my legs over his lap, placing my head on his shoulder. He placed a kiss on my temple, then passed out. 

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I peeked out the window and street as we got in a car, and the driver drove to I don't know where. We drove another fifteen minutes or so, unconcerned about speed limits. Soon we were forced to slow down as we approached like a dense rain forest. 

"Here we are.", the driver said stopping. There was lingering Italian accent to his English. 

Harry paid the cabbie and took our bags, trooping through the front door of a hotel. Harry walked across the cool tile to check us in and I slumped against the couch. 

"Ready to go?"

I looked up at Harry, it seemed like he had gone only for a second. Behind him was another man, holding a fruit basket.

"May I escort you to your cabin?", he asked, his accent also evident. I took Harry's hand and my suitcase as he led us up to a trail. 

Where the heck are we?

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"What about the-AUUGH!", I swatted away a giant fly as it got close to my face. Harry and our guide Manuel, chuckled.

"I told you to use the spray I told you.", Harry said smirking.

"It smells funny.", I said bending down to take my suitcase again.

He shrugged. "Be fly food then."

"You are walking on thin ice, honey."

"Well then maybe you should do like I told you, sweetie."

"Maybe you should tell me where we are first, dear."

"It's a surprise, cinnamon."

"We are here!"

We snapped out of our 'argument' and saw Manuel watching us with a bright smile. He pointed to a trail and broke off to the right. Harry gave me an 'I told you so' look and skipped ahead with his things. I followed him after waving off any more flies.

"Whoa.", I said as we reached into a clearing.

"I knew you'd like it!", Harry grinned who heard me.

"Be careful crossing the bridge!", Manuel instructed. Harry waved for me to go first and he walked behind me. I gasped at the view from the last step. 

Harry poked my butt prodding me forward.

We continued walking and finally reached our cabin. 

"Like it?", Manuel asked hopefully, reading our expressions.

"It's beautiful.", I smiled re shouldering my backpack. He beamed and gave us a set of keys, plus some instructions before waving a goodbye and Harry gave him a tip. I knew we were close to somewhere I could enjoy the scenery. I heard bird calls every step and the noise of waterfalls nearby. 

Harry fumbled with the keys before letting us in.

I peeked inside the cabin before stepping in. "Pretty!", I said. 

"Yeah? I hope you like it.", Harry said cranking open a window. He pecked my cheek. "It's beautiful." I smiled and draped my arms around his neck pulling him closer for a kiss.

He smiled, his hands dropping to my waist. "Look how gorgeous it is.", he said looking outside the window. "Hey birdie." I said watching a small bird peek out. "It is gorgeous.", I agreed. He plucked a flower and tucked into my ponytail. "For you."

I blushed, appreciating the cool breeze blowing around us, making Harry's hair messier than it was. Harry winked and kissed my forehead. "y/n Styles, welcome to Venice."

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Harry's eyes were on my body all through dinner. I knew my new dress would do things to him. It was a wine red dress, stopping just above my knees. A beautiful design on the top and a silky material.

Harry was distracted all through dinner, and I had my desert painfully slowly, enjoying what I'm putting him through. Harry leans over to whisper in my ear, "You'll pay for everything later, baby."

"I'm looking forward to it.", I grin, wrapping her lips around the spoon, keeping eye contact with him as I slowly lick off the chocolate.

Harry smirked, before giving my thigh a squeeze. I look down at his big hand laying on my thigh, his rings and tattoos adorning his hand. His lean fingers closed around her skin possessively.

Harry ushers us into a cab once we were done, and I sit close to him, leaning to his side. He had his arm wrapped around me.

"I think I like your dress a little too much.", he murmurs, stroking the skin of my thigh. "But I might like it better on the floor."

I bite my lip as his hand moves higher. "Will I find you all wet for me when we get back?"

"You find out.", I whisper, pressing a kiss to his jaw, and he hums, sneaking dangerously close to where I need him the most, before pulling out his hand, and intertwining with mine instead.

As soon as we got to our cabin, he had me up against the wall, his lips hungrily devouring mine. It was pure ecstasy. I could drown in his lips forever. His hands ran all over my body, and my legs wrapped around his waist, hands finding his hair. Harry looked amazing as well. He wore a black silk shirt and those skinny jeans that made his thighs look great.

I gasp as Harry cups my heat. "Teasing me all night, weren't you love?"

"I didn't mean to..", I try to spread her legs more as he slips his hand inside my panties, and his fingers stroke my folds. He groans, feeling all the wetness over his fingers. "Didn't you? You're dripping wet, seems like you had fun too."

"Uh huh..", I agree, moaning as he slips a finger deep inside me. "Please Harry.."

"Want me to make you cum?", Harry asks, his teeth nibbling at my neck, and I nod.

"No, not yet. You teased me all night, now it's my turn.", Harry whispers, his eyes darker with lust. He pulls his hand away, making me groan and he lifts me up, walking to their bedroom.

He throws me on the bed, sleek like a panther approaching his prey as he climbs on to the bed, hungry eyes watching me.

"As much as I love this dress on you, it's gotta go.", he says, and I turn my back so he can unzip it and pull it off my head. I wasn't wearing a bra, so Harry's hands went to them immediately, cupping them in his hands, and pressing his lips to my nipple. I moan as he rubs my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, before giving it a tug.

"Fuck..Harry.."

"Yes baby, keep saying my name, love to hear it from your pretty lips.", he grins, and moves one of his hands lower, and parts my legs. I gasp as his thumb finds my clit.

"You want me here, love?"

"Yes please.."

"Such a good girl.", he praises, and starts to rub my clit in slow circles as he takes my nipple back into his mouth, his teeth grazing it enough to leave a small sting of pleasure.

He quickens the pace, and adds a finger inside of me, and I bury my hands in his hair, playing with the curly locks. I was about to cum, when he pulls away.

"Harry! W-What'd you do that for?", I scowl at him, feeling all tingly and needing to release.

"Just teasing you, darling, what's the matter? Don't like it?", Harry smirks, looking up at me.

"You do like it, don't you?", he answers when I don't, and brings his fingers up to my lips. "Come on, taste yourself on my fingers."

I open my mouth and let his fingers slip past my lips. I hummed at the taste, his fingers splaying on my tongue, before it went a little deeper, and made me gag.

"Let's make you gag on something bigger, okay? Will you be a good girl and take care of me? Then I'll make you cum.", Harry says it like a question, but it was more like a statement. I nodded, and he pats my cheeks with his wet fingers, before it finds my hair, and tugs me to my knees.

"Take me out, baby." I helped him out of his jeans, before taking him out of his boxers. He laid down on the bed and I hovered over him, stroking his dick and licking his balls. He was so hard. His dick stuck up straight.

"Enough of that love, get to work.", Harry tugs on my hair, and I lean over, taking him in my mouth.

Harry groans. "That's it baby, take me deep in your throat. Such a good little wife for me."

Harry was big, and it was initially not easy to take all of him, but now I'm used to it. Harry pushed my head down making me gag, and I was tempted to reach my hand to rub my clit.

Then I felt him twitch, and went faster. "I'm gonna c-cum..", he warns me, and my mouth fills up with his cum as he pulls out a little. I swallow it all down before kissing him.

"That was amazing.", he breathes, hand on the back of my neck. "Let's take care of you now, shall we?", he asks, moving his hand to land it smack on my ass cheek, and I yelp.

"I might have to myself if you don't.", I wink, and he groans, pushing my back so I'm laying down over him and he lands another slap to my ass for that. "Guess you really don't want to cum today, too bad. I was going to make you cum about five times. With my tongue, my fingers..."

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Next Day

Rolling over the next morning, I was disappointed to see I was alone. My legs, arms, back and everything ached, the cause of this made me blush furiously.

"Harry?" I poked my head out of the covers and looked around. "Harry?"

I got no answer but I saw a note next to my head. 

'I went to get breakfast for us, be right back babe.' x

I smiled and took out my phone checking my messages. I had a few from my friends Lexie and Kiara of couse.

Kiara: How was the first night in your cabin? Juicy?

Lexie: Bet she can't even walk.

Me: It was amazing. Period. Shut your holes.

I put my phone away hearing the rattling of the door knob.

"You're up! Morning gorgeous.", Harry grinned at me who was holding a big covered plate. "Morning." I blushed again pulling up the blankets over my naked body. 

Harry crawled onto the bed and kissed me. He smelt fresh, he had taken a shower, considering from his damp curls.

"I was really hungry and I'm sure you will be too when you wake up so I went to get it, they don't bring it over to the cabins." I nod kissing his nose. "And I didn't want to wake you up."

"I am very hungry."

He smiled and hopped out of the bed again. I put on my bra and underwear and got out of bed. 

Harry chuckled watching me paddle to the bathroom. "Don't you dare laugh curly!", I warned and he did just that. "I LOVE YOU!", he screamed. "I LOVE YOU TOO!", I screamed back. I took a wee, brushed my teeth, washed my face and put my hair into a messy bun as I went back to Harry in bed, who had breakfast there and I crawled in the covers.

"Mm this is really good.", Harry mumbled in between bites of food. "This is a huge breakfast.", I said taking a sip of the coffee. "Yeah, traditional breakfast here or something.", Harry said.

"What are we doing today?", I asked as we stuffed our faces with food.

"We could check out the local markets and stuff if you're not too sore." He winked and I slapped his arm. He laughed and kissed my shoulder. "Okay okay calm down wifey.", he said making me blush over again.

"You're all blushy today! I like it.", Harry said and I dug my head into his neck. "Not everything about me is like able babe."

"You're wrong. Everything about you is love able, you're perfect."

"Are you going to make me blush for the entire day?"

He cut up a piece of sausage and fed it to me. "I am going to make you blush for your entire lifetime honey." I pinched his cheek. "Stop unless you want a repeat of last night."

"Ooo I want a repeat of last night!"

I rolled my eyes and pecked his lips. "You're just gonna have to wait till tonight then."

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"Things are so cheap here!", Harry said as we tiredly walked back to our cabin after spending the whole day outside, exploring the city.

"We could buy a house here for the price of a suit in London.", he said as we dropped our bags and collapsed on the bed together.

"That's cause your suit is Gucci.", I said and giggled at his glare. He pulled me closer by my hips and tickled me making me squeak. 

"S-Stop I should breathe!" He laughed and finally stopped, pecking my cheek. I rubbed my ribs catching my breath. "Wanna play?", I asked. He smirked. "What do you wanna play?", he dragged his hand up my thigh and I slapped it.

"I was talking about board games baby."

He rolled his eyes as I got up and went to take one out. "Board games it is then.", he scooted up to the bed. "Babe, did you know we haven't gone anywhere alone in all the three years of being boyfriend and girlfriend? This is the first time we're alone!"

I thought about it. He's right, we always went with the other boys and girls. We did go small trips, to Harry's home and LA and road trips. But not like this.

"You're right babe.", I said. "Doesn't seem like it though."

"I know." Harry nods. "But I love this, no other boys frisking you away from me." I chuckled. "Monopoly or scrabble?"

"Monopoly, so I can beat you."

"You can't beat me curly."

"We'll see clumsy."

I rolled my eyes and sat cross legged from him. "We're going somewhere else after two more days.", he said. 

"Where?"

He imitated a zip and I groaned. We played monopoly, messing around, he won sadly. Then we set up a camp fire outside our cabin and it was another amazing night of our honeymoon.

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Next day

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

"Uggghhh, turn it off.", I waved my hands around the air. "Turn it off!"

"Sorry,", Harry was mumbling, reaching across my head to turn it off. "Sorry."

"Hmmph."

Harry placed a soft kiss on my temple. "Morning."

Morning? Groggily, I lifted to check the time. Nearly six. 

"You're out of your goddamned mind curly.", I said flopping back against my pillows, waiting to see if he'd do the same. 

Instead, he tucked the blankets under my chin. "I'll wake you up in an hour, angel. Sorry again."

Ignoring the tingling in my toes when he called me that, I turned to see him pulling on pants and slide a watch on his big hand. Outside it was still dark and the noises of the frogs were loud.

"Why so early?", I asked.

He disappeared into the kitchen and grinned. "You'll just have to see."

I sighed. I laid in bed for some time, listening to the noises outside nature is making. Harry would drop something every five minutes so naturally I didn't get sleep again. I got up, used the bathroom before walking up to Harry. 

"What are you doing?", I asked. He jumped at my presence, then smiled and brought my hands to wrap around his square waist.

"Making us lunch."

"For what?"

He huffed as if it was obvious as he spread peanut butter on the slice of bread.

"For my surprise of course."

He and his surprises. "You don't want to get more sleep? You've got twenty minutes more.", he said walking us to the fridge to take something.

"I'm good.", I say. Harry was cute. Everything about him was. When he concentrated, jut out his bottom lip, he would tap his hand against his thigh when he got frustrated. His dimples made an appearance every time something went right and he'd wiggle his hips in a victory dance, holding my arms making me giggle. 

I pressed my forehead against his shoulder blades. "Stop growing.", I mumbled. "You're tall enough."

He laughed. "I agree babe, but I don't have control over it."

He walked to the fridge again. "How much food are you taking?"

"Enough for a whole day."

"Are we going hiking?"

"No."

"Are we going on a hot air balloon?"

He gasped at his fear surfacing. "Never."

"Are we going to need protection?"

"..more or less."

I scanned my brain with everything I could come up with it, nothing. "Whatever, as long as we're together." He smiled and turned around to sloppily kiss my lips. "I.." He kissed me again, lingering for a few seconds. "..love." He gave me another kiss. "..you." This time with tongue. I beamed and kissed his forehead. "I love you more."

"Impossible, now go get ready."

"What should I wear?", I asked going to the bedroom again. 

"Bikini inside whatever you want."

"Are we going-"

"No more questions please, thank you very much."

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Harry's POV:-

"A boat?"

"A yacht.", I correct, helping her onto the top deck. "A small one."

"It's pretty.", she said running her hand along the side of a bench. "Who's gonna drive though? I didn't see anyone."

I smiled and spread my arms. "You are looking at the driver of the yacht, ma'am."

"You?"

"Uh huh."

"You don't have a license to drive a yacht."

"Oh but I do.", I ducked down under the cabin to check on our safety stuff and see if we had enough oil. "Remember, one week before the wedding, I disappeared one day?"

She nodded. "Yes, you left me to deal with the cake tasting."

I chuckled. "Well babe, I was learning to drive this thing and steer around the whole day."

She gasped. "Seriously?"

"Yep. I promise we'll be okay. If not, we're good swimmers." Her mouth fell open and I laughed kissing her. "That was a joke baby."

"Oh right." She blew away some hair from her face. She had shorts and a top on, her hair flying around until she grunted and put it up in a clip. She looked beautiful, as always. 

"Now go outside and enjoy the sunshine, go.", I said checking the ventilation blowers. "But you'll be alone down here."

I shook my head. "I'll come up when we get a bit farther out, then we'll swim." I opened the window so I would get a nice view of the sea too, turned on the GPS and location tracker. 

She took of her shorts and top and I became hard just looking at her. She's just so fit and hot and ughh. "I lost my sun screen.", she said rummaging through her tote bag. I snapped out of my trance. 

"I took it, you didn't lose it babe.", I chuckled and she fished it out my bag. "You um look good.", I muttered watching her rub the sunscreen onto her slightly tan skin, making it glow in the sunlight. "Really good."

She smiled. "Thanks babe." I start the yacht. She rubbed sun screen over me too and pecked my lips. Then walked towards the door barefoot with a towel. "Have fun."

I winked. "You too."

I returned to the wheel. I could see her lay the towel on the slanted floor and turn around on her stomach so she could see me. After getting comfortable, she looked up to give me a beautiful smile and blow me a kiss. I caught it.

I liked our relationship. We still acted like children, teasing each other and unafraid to be cheesy. Everything was out of love and that was enough for us.

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"Babe let's go.", I said from the window in the top deck as I walked to the edge. Six hours had passed, we liked every second of it I would go down to the cabin every now and then to make sure we're okay, the rest I messed around with her. We did the dirty a couple times too he he.

"What are you doing?", she asked, watching me crank a handle. Then I jumped into the water making her gasp.

"Are you crazy!?", she peeked down at me. It was dark now. I popped my head back up. "Come down here!"

"You're insane!"

I shrugged and swam to the bright yellow canoe which had our picnic basket, two paddles and two life jackets. I settled on it and looked up.

"Are you leaving me alone?", I asked. She looked at me for a long time then with a groan came lower so it would be easy to jump off. I grinned and paddled closer.

"Is it cold?"

"Not a bit."

She took a breath before cleanly diving into the dark blue waters, showing off her athleticism which I love. Her head popped out after a few minutes and I smiled clapping, then held out my hand for helping her get on.

"That wasn't too hard was it?" I gave her a life jacket as she sat down. "I would say wear it, but since I'm not, it'd be hypocritical to ask. The water isn't choppy, I promise, but keep it close."

She nodded, flipping back her long black and rose gold hair back, which was now wet. "Okay, you know how to drive a boat. And now you've gotten me wet.", she said making me blush at the other meaning. "Now we're in a canoe miles away from where we started, what's going on?"

"Just wait babe." I stretched to place a kiss on her damp cheek. "You'll like it."

She exhaled but nodded, watching me pick up my paddles and drag them backwards. My hair fell in front of my eyes and she noticed, pushing them back gently and kissing my forehead. I smiled and nudged the food basket.

"Eat something."

She hesitantly pulled out a packet of grapes, popping a few in her mouth and mine. "Aren't we supposed to get less cheesy as we go more into our relationship?", she asked chuckling.

"Seems to be backwards for us love.", I agreed and pecked her temple. 

"Want me to help?", she asked noticing my light pants of breath as I continued to propel us in one direction. (pun intended.)

"It's alright, we're almost there.", I said.

She smiled, slowly getting to her knees, nudging my legs apart to sit in between them. My heart beat got a little faster as she leaned back against me and fed me another grape. I kissed her cheek. "You're a dork."

She shrugged. "Cut me some slack, I'm the wife of the biggest dork in the history of dorks.", she said and giggled. I rolled my eyes and licked her nose. "I like the sound of that though.", I said as her hands pushed mine down further on the paddle, hers on top acting as a helpful pivot against the calm water.

"What? Biggest dork in the history of dorks?" 

"No, silly. You, being my wife sounds really nice.", I corrected and she smiled and kissed my chin. "Is it better now?", she asked as I had to put lesser pressure on paddling now, because she was helping me.

"Mhmm."

It was quiet for a bit, the island I was aiming to, coming closer and closer.

"Did you see that?", she suddenly asked seeing a flash in the water. "Something's in the water."

I pretended not to notice, but I couldn't help my smirk. "Hmm.."

Looking up at the moon, she figured it must have been a reflection and rested back against me.

"I love you.", I blurted out kissing her shoulder. "A lot."

She paused the paddling to kiss my cheek and gently squeeze my knee. "I love you too."

"Not only for your body.", I added. Sure she has a hot body many people strive for and sometimes that's all the comments she gets, no one wants to know what kind of a person she is. "I mean yes for your body, but I love your personality too."

She chuckled. "Um, okay, I love your personality too." I laughed and rested my chin on her shoulder. "I just wanted you to know babe." She smiled and nodded. "That's very s-did you see that?"

We were really close to the island and I too had seen brightness in the water, but once again acted innocent.

"See what?"

She looked at the water and gasped. It was blue.

And glowing.

"Holy shit.", she whirled around. "Harry, we need to go back! There must have been toxic spills or something, look at the water. Let's go, let's go!" She tried to push the paddled forwards to paddle us backwards but I knocked her hands off.

"y/n", I murmured, squeezing her with my legs. "Look down."

She peered of the edge of the canoe and gasped. More blue water was surrounding our boat.

"What is...this?"

"Noctiluca scintillans. Also known as sea sparkle, these bio luminescent plankton float under the surface and flash brightly when disturbed, possibly to scare off or distract predators." I felt so smart.

She dipped a finger into the water, as if waiting for a shark to come bite her. "Huh?"

"Bio luminescence, love, the water here glows."

I slipped out of the canoe and into the water making her squeak. "Is it safe?"

I ducked back up smiling. "Yes it is babe, you don't even feel them.", I promised, watching her dunk her hand in again, marveling. The blue would spread every time I moved the water around.

"Come on in, before I make you.", I said ducking my head under the water again. When I popped back up, she hesitantly dropped one leg into the water, then jumped in. 

"Oh my god.", she giggled resurfacing as the water around her body glowed. "This is freaking dope!" I laughed, loving when she gets American.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

She stepped forward to slip her arms around my neck. "How did you find this place?"

For a second, I admired her eyes, which was the same color as the glow. God she's so beautiful. "Hm, H?", she kissed my cheek and I snapped back, my hands going to her waist.

"I just asked around baby, figured you'd want to see this." She smiled and leaned in, kissing me. "Thank you."

"Wait until you see the next place.", I whispered against her lips as we kissed again. I tipped her head back, her long hair causing blue to spread as I kissed her exposed neck. "I wanna know how you found this out.", she said, hands on my shoulders as she cupped some water on it, and watched it trail down making blue.

"I'll fill you in once we get there."

She didn't argue, but brought her lips to mine again. I tried not to get aroused as she latched her legs around my waist and slipped her tongue into my mouth. The air got thicker around us until we finally had to break away for breathing.

I pulled her closer, one on her hip and the other on the side of her neck as we leaned in again. My hands undoing her top without meaning too, I tied it back realizing what I had done, she didn't mind though. 

She gasped as we pulled away, breathless. "I-I love you.", she petted my cheek. "I l-love you too.", I whispered back and kissed her cheek. 

"Need to bring the canoe to the shore.", I mumbled not wanting to pull away but had to if I wanted to show her the other stuff. "I'll help.", she mumbled back and we pulled away after another peck. 

"Woah.", she repeated seeing the shore as we pushed our canoe to it. "It's so pretty."

Like you. "Yeah.", I said.

"How long are we staying here?"

"Just tonight.", I set it firmly into the sand, picking up our basket and offering my hand. "There's a village farther in and I spoke to a woman, we can sleep in her guest room."

She nodded, stroking the her thumb on the back of my hand. The sand was warm between our toes. I chose a spot where we had a good view of the water, plus lots of trees for privacy. We changed into dry clothes and she laid the towel on the sand, securing it with rocks as we both sat on it.

"Nice.", she teased, leaning on my shoulder as I got the food. "Wine and grilled cheese, how romantic."

I stuck my tongue out, pouring her a glass out. "It's actually quite delicious, so I've been told."

"I'm sure it is.", she smiled and we clinked our glassed together. "Cheers.", she said. "Cin-Cin.", I said, same thing in Italian.

"Woah impressive.", she said taking a sip and I giggled. "I learnt it to impress you."

"You've already impressed me in all the different ways.", she kissed my forehead. "This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, thank you." I smiled and put my wine glass down to push her on her back on to the towel and kiss her hard.

"I love you.", she whispered breathless against my lips. I slid my hands down to her hips and squeezed. 

"I love you too."

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Y/N'S Pov:

2 Days Later

"Harry this blindfold is itchy.", I grumbled. "As much as I like We the Kings, I don't like it blasting in my ear for two hours." 

Harry had one more surprise, our last stop. He tied a blindfold over my eyes, popped earbuds into my ear and shoved me into a car after checking us out of the cabin in Venice. After the super cool islands thing, the next day we spent exploring the city of Venice, it was fun. 

I would think I'm being kidnapped now, if not for the warm body next to me and familiar fingers linked with my own. 

Harry chuckled and removed my ear buds. "Sorry, we're far enough I guess."

"From where?"

"No where."

I groaned. "You're lucky I have a good tolerance level. Can I removed the blind fold? I feel silly."

"More like adorable." He kissed my nose. "Wait for some more time."

"Well I think we're still in Italy because two hours can't get us out right?"

"Why are you so smart?"

I grinned in achievement. "But, you don't know where in Italy, and stop guessing.", Harry said and I pouted. "Can I have a kiss then?"

I felt his soft lips press against mine in a soft kiss. "That's all you get for now." I chuckled and nestled back into his shoulder. 

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"Welcome to Rome!", I heard somebody and I gasped. "We're in Rome?", I asked. It is weird walking with a blindfold on, Harry's hands were on my waist and the other holding my elbow as he lead me somewhere.

"He shouldn't have said that.", I heard Harry mutter. "And yes, we're in Rome. Won't it be a shame to come till Italy and then go back without visiting Rome?"

I smiled patting his hand. "It would. Can I take this off now?"

"No, few more minutes babe.", Harry continued nudging me to walk. "I can't believe we're in Rome. I've always wanted to come here."

"I know, I remember."

I squirmed under his hands. "Babe, I told you that like two years ago. I barely remember saying it."

"Yeah well, I wrote it down somewhere."

I blushed and held him tighter. "I love you."

"I love you too. We're here, do not remove it until I tell you too.", he said before letting his hands drop from my waist. I heard him swiping probably a card and his hands were on my shoulders again, steering me into a room.

Then I heard him opening a window and his hands finally undid my blindfold.

Jesus Christ.

The room was amazing. Harry was standing behind me with his arms tightly wrapped around my waist and chin on my shoulder looking at me as I stared outside at the view all around us, of Rome. Oh my god.

"I'm going to collapse.", I mumbled.

"Please don't.", Harry chuckled kissing my neck. 

"Happy?", he asked. Instead of replying, I turned around in his arms and grabbed the sides of his face, pressing my lips onto his. "Marvelous.", I whispered out and he beamed.

"Me too!", he said pulling away going to the bathroom. I continued gaping for a while, then collapsed on to the bed on my back, my hair splaying all over it. Harry collapsed beside me soon.

"So,", he said. "We've got five days. What do you want to do first?"

I reached out a hand to comb through his hair. "Hm.. dinner? Then maybe we can find some maps and plan out where we'll go tomorrow?"

"Reasonable. Anything else?"

Rolling over on my stomach, I rested my elbow on his chest. "Yes, I would like a very, very long and very relaxing shower with my husband."

Harry grinned, eyes twinkling as he pulled me in, resting my head on the crook of his neck.

"Now that, I agree with."

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"Harry I swear-"

"Coloseum's boring! I say Trevi Fountain."

"What about St. Peter's Bastilica?"

He stole another bite of my cake. "Mine was better.", he said about the cake.

"Maybe you shouldn't have inhaled your piece then."

Pushing me onto my back, he nipped my nose. "Ah, who asked you?"

"You did, actually. Now move."

"You're not being very fun."

I sighed and pushed myself up to recline on the pillows. "You are not being very agreeable curly. If we map out our stops right, we can visit all these places and still have time for dinner. Now, most cab rides take about eight minutes so-"

"y/n. Listen to yourself, this is not a math problem!"

I pouted and placed the brochures down. "Well what do you want me to do babe? I'm trying to make the most of this while we're here."

"And we can.", he promised, scooting closer and draping his arm around me. "But you shouldn't be stressing over it. If we have time for certain shops, great. If not, it's okay. We've both been working our asses off before the wedding right? Planning it while we worked as well? Now when we go back, we both have to get back to work. So, I just want to relax and spend some time with you. That's what a honeymoon's for, isn't it?"

I nodded softly, slipping my hand into his. "I'm sorry, I guess it wouldn't kill me to mellow out a bit."

"That's my girl." He kissed my forehead then picked up another brochure. "In the spirit of compromise, I will go to the Colosseum with you."

"Thank you, and I will get us to the Trevi Fountain."

He beamed and pulled me over his lap. He took a red pen out, the two of us working together, placing it on my thigh to mark it up and take occasional breaks to cuddle or tease each other.

"We make a good couple.", I blurted out, unintentionally letting him know what I was thinking about. He chuckled and kissed my earlobe. "The best."

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"That was wonderful."

"It was alright."

I thumped Harry's arm. "Are you serious? Michelangelo painted that!"

"So?"

"S-So," I spluttered. "It's beautiful!"

"Not as beautiful as you.", he said slipping two fingers in the back pocket of my jeans, pulling me closer. "Not even close. You are art darling, this is nothing."

I blushed as he kissed my cheek, strolling down the cobblestone pathways through a fairly busy square. Music would get louder or softer as we passed different shops. Harry would turn to whisper to me something he saw in the crowd.

"That woman's got her suit on backwards.", he murmured, nodding his head in her direction. And it was true. She was wearing a red suite backwards, and spoke loudly in Italian. I giggled and held on tighter to his arm, careful to step around fellow tourists. 'That's Amore' started playing in the humble gelato shop, the powerful chords of Dean Martin's voice resonating through the pathway.

"Let's dance."

I barely had the time to react as Harry set my purse down on a table outside the shop and pulled me against his chest, moving my left hand to his shoulder and clasping my right in his.

"Curly what are you-"

"No talking.", he cut off, dramatically placing a finger on my lips. "Tonight, we only speak in the language of-" he stomped his foot, clapping once over his head. "zee tango!"

My eyebrows flew up, not only at his accent, but also at the strength of his arms as he promptly twirled us around the narrow isle. I blushed under the confused gaze of the gelato employees. For now, all I could do was try not to trip over his huge feet as another song began playing.

Eventually Harry looked down and slowed his pace.

"Sorry sweetheart.", he gave me a grin, shrugging and bringing us to a stop. "Just feeling the moment."

I stared at him for a few dead seconds, trying to figure what goes through in his head. He could go from posh to a lunatic in 0.2 seconds and still have the ability to ask how I was feeling. Digging around his sparkling green eyes, I realized that's just who he is. He always did what he pleased. He's not afraid to show the world who is. He is himself, all the time. That goofy, idiotic, clumsy, super sweet, kind, gorgeous man he is. 

I gave up and brought my hands around his neck. He smiled and pulled me closer, setting his big hands on my hips, our foreheads almost touching.

"There are many men in the world.", he murmured, twirling me under the afternoon sky. "Better looking, funnier, just way cooler men.."

"And?"

"And..you're out of my league."

I rolled my eyes, annoyed with his crazy talk. We spun, shuffled and swayed through three more songs.

"What about the basilica?", he asked as I sung my purse of the shoulder and we linked hands again.

"A very wise man, once told me, that this is my honeymoon, and I should enjoy it. And so far, I really have."

"Hm, tell me about this man. He makes you happy?"

"The happiest on the planet."

I got a kiss on the cheek for that.

"He's a good person?"

"Perfect."

Another kiss.

"Good in bed?"

"The best."

Chuckling he leaned to whisper in my ear. "Then maybe he is in your league." Then he kissed my earlobe.

"Hm, maybe.", I played along smiling and kissed his temple. 

"I love you so much y/n, I'm having the best time ever.", Harry sighed peacefully and kissed my hair.

"I love you more Harry I'm also having the best time ever. And it's not because of the places, I mean it of course is, but, it's because you are with me."

Harry smiled and squeezed my waist. "I agree, except for one thing."

"What?"

"I love you most."

[iamatinydinosaur]

Hello!! Could I request the brozone reacting to poppy and viva having a little sister that got separated from them when she was young, and pretty much grew up on her own?

A/N: So I'm guessing that Poppy is around 2 at the time of the Bergen attack so she's 22 in trolls band together. I've done so much research and everywhere has different ages for her. So I think you'll be 2 years younger then her.

🌷🌸Poppy and Viva🌸🌷

A giggling 6 year old Poppy sat on her father's knee. "Aren't you cute." King Peppy cooed, tickling his daughters stomach. "Was Mummy cute like me!?" Poppy shouted. King Peppy's face softened. "Oh Poppy, your mother was beautiful." He said hugging his daughter, he has lost too much on the past. "What happened?" Poppy asked. "She was captured in front of everyone when we were escaping from the troll tree." He explained, sadly smiling. "Is it true she had an egg? Was I gonna have a little sister?" Poppy asked standing on her father's lap. King Peppy pulled her close. "Yeah, you would've been an amazing big sister. The only big sister. I didn't have any other children." King Peppy panicked.

16 years later.

Poppy sat at the back of Rhonda sighing. "You okay Pops?" Poppy looked up and saw her big sister walking up to her. "Yeah, I'm so happy that I found you. But seeing Branch with so many brothers just made me think. We could've had another sister. Do you know how cool that would've been?" Poppy said as Viva sat next to her. "Yeah, it would be cool. If only someone could've saved mum." Viva said hugging Poppy. 

"Alright, we will be pulling into Trollopolis soon, so everyone gets ready." John Dory shouted from the front. They were on Brozone's reunion tour and are about halfway through. They all stepped off Rhonda and was greeted by a yellow troll. "Hello, I am the mayor of city. My name is Serena. I am here to welcome you to Trollopolis. Then in a couple of hours someone will come take you to the venue." She said shaking everyone's hands.

Poppy and Viva walked into their hotel room. They were both in awe. "This room is fantastamazing!" Viva yelled jumping on her bed. Poppy giggled and layed down on her bed. For the next two hours the two sisters unpacked and joked around.

There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" Poppy exclaimed. Branch walked in smiling warmly at his girlfriend. He leant down and kissed her cheek. "Just came to see if you're ready to go." He asked taking Poppy's hand. Viva jumped up off her bed. "Heck yeah let's go!" She shouted grabbing Poppy's hand and dragging the couple out the room.

The sisters were bouncing up and down, while Brozone waited patiently outside the hotel. A big pink bus turned up. A small pink Troll with Orange hair stepped out the bus. "Hi, my name's Y/N! I'm a co owner of the venue you're performing at tonight! I co own it with my mother." You explained smiling brightly at the 7 Trolls. Poppy thought you looked very similar to her and Viva but pushed it aside. "It's so nice to finally meet Brozone. I'm a big fan." You said smiling shyly. "And you are Queen Poppy!! I've heard so much about you." You said smiling at Poppy. "Hello, and this is Viva my Sister!!" Poppy exclaimed. The two sisters took one hand of yours each and shook them violently. "Okay girls!" Clay exclaimed pulling them away. "Thank you. Let's get you to the venue." You said heading inside the bus, the other 7 following you.

You all drove to the venue. You lead them into their dressing room. "Let me go get my team of stylists to help you get ready. I also go get my mother so you can meet her." You smiled walking off. 

Soon the venue stylist we're helping the boys get changed and doing their hair. "So Mother this is Brozone." They heard you say. Everyone turned round. Viva gasped with her hands over her mouth. Your Mother had the same reaction. "Mum?" Viva whispered tearing up. You and Poppy Froze. Your mother walked over and took Viva's face gently. "It really is you." Your mother cried hugging her tightly. She looked over at Poppy. "Poppy is that you?" She said. Poppy nodded crying silently. Your mother pulled Poppy into a tight hug. "What happened, dad said you were captured." Poppy said snuggling her head into your mother's chest. "We were, but we managed to escape the Bergen that caught us. I ran to where the Troll tree tunnel let out but no one was there. Then the tunnel collapsed. I assumed you all died." Your mother explained holding her long lost children. "I walked for weeks and then I arrived here. Y/N hatched a few days after getting here. So I decided to build our lives from scratch." Your mother sighed.

You stood to the sidelines. You thought your father and two sisters died in the Bergen attack. Poppy and Viva pulled away from your mother. Brozone watched the scene unfold. Poppy and Viva slowly walk over to you. You were backing up slowly, overwhelmed by your emotions. Poppy and Viva pulled you into a hug. You broke down crying, hugging them back tightly. Brozone was also overwhelmed by emotions. Who wouldnt be if they saw this unfold in front of them? You would have to be a robot for it not to effect you. First they were shocked, to happy and then to crying. Like ugly crying. You three turned to them. "Don't look at us like that!" Floyd exclaimed wiping his tears away. You three giggled. 

"Sorry to interrupt, 5 minutes to showtime." Someone said. "We'll catch up after the show. Me and your sister have work to do." Your mother said. You hugged your sisters again and walked off saying bye to the members and saying good luck. Poppy and Viva looked at each other.

"Just wait until Dad finds out."

A/N: Jesus I'm done. I know that male trolls can have eggs too but I had a thought and stuck with it. I hope you like it!!

[melodythebunny]

“Help Me! Somebody Save me!” Becky dropped the book she was reading with a thud as her face became a mix of extreme alarm and worry. Normally Becky would have a cool head whenever she heard a cry for help. She would simply transform into Wordgirl and Bob would transform into Captain Huggy Face. She would then take her sidekick and fly towards the person in danger. This was not like other times. She knew the voice of the person crying for help. It was her dad’s voice. The infamous Dr. Two Brains. Becky had her dad get frightened before, especially when cats were around. Her dad did not sound like he had an encounter with a cat. To the young girl, it sounded like her dad had an encounter with a much more frightening being. Bob spoke in his usual monkey chatter, asking the young girl what was wrong. Becky turned to her sidekick. “Dad’s in big trouble. He really needs our help Bob.” Becky exclaimed in an alarmed and urgent tone. Bob’s eyes widened in shock. He then gave the young girl a determined nod, telling her he was ready to help save her dad. Bob leaped onto her shoulder as Becky touched the center of her sweater, ready to transform. “Word Up!” She exclaimed as now Wordgirl and Captain Huggy Face headed off to where Dr. Two Brains was crying for help. Wordgirl landed at the grocery store and gasped at the sight before her. There was a lot more destruction around here than was normal for her dad when he was committing a crime. A mix of goop and cheese splatters decorated the walls and aisles of the grocery store. A few unfortunate citizens appeared to have been caught trapped by either the goop or cheese splatters. “Dr. Two Brains! Where are you?” Wordgirl called out, hoping her dad would answer. She soon heard two voices shouting near the back of the store. One, she recognized as her dad, the other was unfamiliar to her. “WOULD YOU QUIT SHOOTING AT ME! I’M A JESTER! NOT A CLOWN!” The unfamiliar voice shouted. “IT’S THE SAME THING AND NO!” Her dad shouted back. Wordgirl sped towards the shouting and saw a sight that confused her more than frightened her. On one side, Dr. Two Brains was hiding behind a row of shelves, clutching onto a cheese ray and a goop ray. He looked to be fighting for his life. On the other end was a man that neither Wordgirl nor Huggy had seen before. The figure was wearing a jester’s outfit that was similar to what a jester at a Renaissance festival would wear. The guy seemed to be as frightened as her dad was. He was also clearly trying to avoid getting shot at. ‘What the heck is going on here?’ Wordgirl thought to herself. She looked at her sidekick who simply gave a shrug. He was just confused as she was. Wordgirl cleared her throat to get their attention. “Excuse me. Can someone please explain to me what is going on here?” Wordgirl politely asked. Both men looked surprised and relieved to see Wordgirl had shown up, but for different reasons. “Oh thank goodness, a superhero. Please, you have to save me from this maniac!” The jester figure pleaded. “Excuse me! I am the one who needs help here!” Dr. Two Brains exclaimed in an angry and offended tone. He then turned to Wordgirl. “Wordgirl you got to get rid of this nightmarish clown. Take him to a jail far away from here.” The mad scientist pleaded. This time the jester figure looked offended. “I am a jester! Not a clown!” He shouted back. 

"Same thing!" Two brains scoffed

"uhh... actually-" a passerby spoke up, it was the guy who usually couldn't find the police station. "there is a difference..."

"did he steal something....? Or ...?" The jester man shook his head. "No! I was simply standing here!" "Yeah standing there Menacingly!" Two brains says.

Wordgirl sighed. She understood his phobia of clowns the similar like. However she couldn't really do much since this was a public space. "Dr. Two brains..i can't just arrest a person for existing..."

"man...barely ten minutes here and I'm already being Obstrized!"

"are you trying say ostracized?" Wordgirl says. "Though that means to exclude (someone) from a society or group. Or in this case being in this store."

"ohhh...yes! Exactly that! I just want to shop! And this absolute fiend, is trying to cause a ruckus to get me kicked out!" He pointed accusingly at the mouse scientist.

@ninjastormhawkkat

[zoro-chwaan]

So this was something I started last year, but never finished (cause I forgor) buy here ya go.

Ooc Hobie probably, but boo hoo, I don’t care

» [ Hobie (Spider-Punk) x trans!reader ] «

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You and Hobie always had a weird friendship. Where whenever one of you saw the other, you would scream at each other about how great the other is. The other spider-folks would either find it adorable or annoying. Miguel thought of it as annoying since the both of you are ‘too loud’ for his taste. But why does it matter to him? Maybe he’s still sour due to the fact that he lost his daughter, personal issue if you ask me.

Though Hobie and you are close friends. You still neglected to mention to him some things about you, but you didn’t have the need to tell him anything any time soon. You’d know he’d be fine with the fact of who you are.

Oddly enough, today you decided to install Pokémon Go. Just for the heck of it (and because you really wanted a specific Pokémon). You spent roughly a couple minutes on it, starting to question if it was the right choice. You opened the portal to where all the spider-folks are at and walked in. You looked around to see if you can spot a certain punk.

“You looking for someone?”

Startled and turned to see it was just Lyla with a smirk on her face. You chuckled and nodded, “Do you know if Hobie is in here or if he’s in his dimension?” Lyla just laughed and told you that he was here. “He’s on top of one of the buildings” She said as she disappeared. You smiled and went on your way. After a while you found him where Lyla said he would be. He seemed to just be relaxing, you smiled and looked at him for a bit before you decided to ruin his day. “HOBIE!!” Hobie turned around and saw you and smiled. “Yeah Y/N, it’s me. What’s up?”

“I THINK I MADE A MISTAKE!”

He looked at you with a confused expression “WHAT kind of mistake?!” You paused for a moment and muttered, “So I decided to reinstall Pokémon Go..”

“Y/N, DON’T PLAY THAT GAME FOR YOUR OWN SAKE!!”

“BUT I NEED (Favorite Pokémon)!!”

“THEY ARE FICTIONAL CREATURES! YOU DON’T NEED THEM!” You gasped at his statement and gave him a look of betrayal. “YES I DO!!” You responded. “WHY ON EARTH DO YOU NEED THEM?!”

“BECAUSE I RELATE TO (Favorite Pokémon)!!” You yelled back.

“WHY DO YOU RELATE TO (Favorite Pokémon)?!”

“NO COMMENT”

“DON’T YOU HAVE FRIENDS?!” He blurted out. You paused once again giving him a look that said ‘Ayo chill’ He saw that and chuckled awkwardly, “I was just asking..” He scratched the back of his neck.

“This is why I need (Favorite Pokémon)”

“YOU DON’T NEED (Favorite Pokémon)!!”

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHATS GOOD FOR ME!!”

“I ACTUALLY DO KNOW WHATS GOOD FOR YOU!!”

“NUH UH!!”

“YUH HUH!!” He retorted

“SAYS WHO??” You fought back

“SAYS ME” He countered

“WHY?!”

“BECAUSE I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE DOES” He stood up and walked towards you. He’s not wrong, he really does know you better than anyone else in here does. You two were close, and it shows. “I KNOW” you screamed.

“YOU DON’T KNOW!! IF YOU KNEW, YOU WOULDN’T BE PLAYING POKÉMON GO!!” Damnit he’s got a point.

“BUT I NEED IT”

“YOU DON’T NEED IT!!”

“WHY?!”

“BECAUSE ITS BAD FOR YOU!” (NUH uh)

“Damn..” you said, acting a bit dramatic for the affect. He sighed and shook his head, “What am I going to do with you?” He questioned, mostly to himself while smiling. “Honestly, I don’t even know myself” you replied. You both stayed silent for a bit, till he thought of something. “Hey Y/N… I think I know why you relate to (Favorite Pokémon) now..” You gave him a puzzled look and quirked up an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“You just need a friend”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“Okay we’re done with this conversation” you said as you facepalmed. No need to call you out like that.. geez..

“BUT I WANNA HELP!”

“NO!!”

“I’M GONNA HELP YOU WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!!!”

“WHY?!”

“BECAUSE I’M YOUR FRIEND AND YOU NEED ME TO HELP!!”

“DO YOU KNOW WHAT I NEED??”

“A FRIEND??!” “Damn I get it… no need to remind me that I’m lonely..” You mentally said to yourself

“NO!! A CHEST BINDER” You replied without thinking. Shit.. did you just really put yourself?

“A CHEST BINDER??!!” Now it was his turn to look puzzled.. Fuck

“YEAH!”

“WHY???!!!” “Well it’s now or never..”

“CAUSE I’M TRANS!!”

“YOUR TRANS?!”

“YEAH!! WHAT OF IT?!!” You would be lying to yourself if you said that your kinda scared shitless

“I’M JUST SURPRISED!!”

“REALLY?” “Dumb reply”

“YEAH, I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE TRANS!!!” Even if you never told him, he still would’ve called you a guy since you passed really well. You were happy.

“WELL SURPRISE!!” You were scared shitless, yet you knew he would still be supportive of you. That’s just how he is, but it was your turn to be surprised by what came out his mouth.

“I HAVE TO GET YOU A CHEST BINDER NOW!!”

“THAT’S SO SWEET OF YOU!!” Your heart beat a happy tune.. man he made you feel such love and happiness

“ANYTHING FOR YOU!!” Yeah.. he really made your heart skip a beat

“WHY ARE WE STILL YELLING?!”

“BECAUSE WE’RE LOUD PEOPLE!!” You paused once again and nodded. “Fair enough”, again silence came over you two again.

“…So, about the chest binder..” Hobie started up. You turned to him, “What about it?”

“I REALLY NEED TO GET YOU ONE!!” Man, he really is sweet. But sometimes, you just want to buy something’s for yourself. As a reward.

“I CAN GET IT MYSELF, BUCKO”

“NO YOU CAN’T!! IT’S MY JOB TO GET YOU ONE!!” He’s more than aware that you are more than capable of getting yourself one, but he really cares about you and wants to give you one as a gift. How sweet

“WHY?!”

“BECAUSE YOU NEED IT!!”

“YEAH I DO!! I CAN GET ONE MYSELF!!”

“I’LL BUY YOU ONE!!!!” And when you thought he couldn’t get any sweeter..

“YOU DON’T NEED TO”

“I’LL BUY IT AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!!” Times like these, you’re really thankful that you’re on top of a building. Sure, if some folks are close enough, they would hear your guy’s scream fight. But would they understand what the two do you are talking about.. probably not.

“LET ME BUY IT FOR MYSELF!!”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ ————

Will I finish this? Probably not, but hey, you just gotta do what you gotta do

[winchesterwild78]

Unexpected Hunter

Chapter Warnings: fear, injury, death, weapons, some fluff, mention of stalking,

18+ Minors DNI

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You didn’t plan to be a hunter. Hell you didn’t even know this life existed until a few years ago. You were in the park on an unseasonably warm day in February when you were attacked. You woke up 3 days later in the hospital with bandages all over, pain coursing through your body and 2 very handsome FBI agents waiting to speak to you. The taller one noticed you were awake and approached your bed. He was tall, had long hair and kind eyes. The shorter one, even though he was tall, had short dirty blonde hair and piercing green eyes. “Good afternoon, Miss y/l/n I’m Agent Smith and this is my partner Agent Smith, no relation. We’d like to ask you some questions about your attack if you’re up for it.

You positioned yourself up and said “yeah of course. I don’t remember much, but I’ll help with what I can.” You told them you were in the park for a few hours sitting on the bench and then you got up to leave. As you walked past a section of trees you felt strong arms grab you and pull you into the tree line. You remember trying to scream but something was covering your mouth. The next thing you remember is a growl that sent chills down your spine and a set of razor sharp teeth bending down to bite your neck. “I’m sorry I don’t remember what happened next. I must have passed out.” You said as tears pricked your eyes. That’s when you noticed the shorter man hadn’t taken his eyes off you. You made eye contact with him and you didn’t look away. The tall man cleared his throat and placed a hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay Miss Y/L/N, we are going to do everything possible to help solve this. Do you recall if you were bitten?” “I don’t think so you” said with wide eyes. “Here’s our card if you think of anything else or need anything.” He said. “Y/n, please call me y/n” you whispered. The other agent stepped forward and for the first time he spoke “y/n, if you need anything even if it’s just to talk please call me.” He said stepping closer to you. You looked up meeting his green eyes and you noticed they looked softer than before.

“Thank you agents. I will” you said taking the card and watching them as they walked out.

“Dean I’m gonna head to the morgue to check on the other bodies.” Sam said as he walked down the hallway. That’s when he noticed Dean standing just staring at your hospital room door. “Dean, did you hear me?” Sam said stepping closer to his brother. “Huh, what. Oh yeah. That’s fine. I’m going back to the scene to see if I can figure this out. I think we are dealing with a werewolf.” Dean said as he walked away.

You sat on your hospital bed trying to remember what happened. A nurse came in to check on you and you asked about your wounds. “It seems like you put up a heck of a fight. Most of the wounds are defensive and not too deep. You’ve got a broken rib and bruising from the punches, but girl I’d hate to see the other person. You hit your head on a rock trying to get away so you’re going to have a headache for a few days. You should be able to go home tomorrow since you’re awake.” She said with a soft smile. “Thank you. I’m ready to go home” you said smiling back. “Get some rest and I’ll bring you some food soon. If you need anything just push the call button.” She said as she walked out.

You grabbed a paper you found on the stand beside the bed and a pen. You started to draw the person who attacked you. Maybe this would help the FBI. You sat drawing and when you stopped you looked at what you drew. A soft gasp left your lips at what you saw on the paper. What started out as a good intention turned into something that took your breath away. Staring back at you from the paper wasn’t what attacked you, it was the green eyed FBI agent. “What in the world y/n. Why did you draw him.” You whispered to yourself as you kept staring at the paper. Pulling you from your thoughts was a soft knock on the door. In walked the green eyed agent. You quickly turned the paper over not wanting him to see it. “Hello y/n, how are you feeling?” He asked as he crossed the room. “I’m good. I have a headache and I’m sore, but they say I might get to bust out of here tomorrow” You said with a smile. “How are you agent? Did you find anything out about my attacker” you asked him. “I’m good and not yet. I did however find this at the scene and wanted to know if it was yours.” He asked holding up a locket on a broken gold chain. “Oh my goodness. Yes, that was my mother’s. Thank you so much for finding it.” You said with tears in your eyes. You took it from him and as your hand brushed against his electricity shot through your body. A single tear slipped down your face as you looked at the locket. It’s been about 10 years since your mother died and you’ve worn her locket ever since. Without thinking Dean thumbed away the tear. Your eyes met and you whispered “thank you” again. Dean nodded and stepped back. He sat in the chair next to your bed. There was a silence that filled the room as you opened the locket looking at your mother’s picture. You were so thankful he found it. “Um Agent Smith, can I ask what’s your name” you asked softly. “My name is Dean” he said looking over at you. “Dean, thank you again for finding this. It’s my most prized possession.” You said reaching out for his hand. “You’re welcome sweetheart” he said.

The silence was broken by his phone ringing. “Hello. Yeah I’m in y/n’s room. I found something at the scene and wanted to see if it was hers. Yep, see you soon.” He said then hung up. “That was my partner we think we have a lead so I need to leave and follow up on it.” He said to you. “Oh yeah, of course. Please be careful.” You said without thinking. He nodded and smiled as he walked out the door. “Dean” you whispered to yourself. The nurse came in a few minutes later with some food and asked if you needed anything. “Do you think you could get me some paper or a notebook. I want to see if I can draw some memories from the attack” you said. “Oh of course I can. I’ll be back in a minute” she said as she left the room. A few minutes later she brought you a spiral notebook, pencils and pens. “Thank you” you said as you opened it to the first page.

You ate your food and then started drawing. Anything you could remember from the day of the attack. You closed your eyes and just let your mind drift back to the day. You don’t know how long you had been drawing but soon you had several pages filled with images. The last image took your breath away. It was him, the guy who attacked you. You realized you had seen him before the attack. He had been around your job, at some of the stores you had frequented. That’s when it hit you. This guy was your bosses son. Your breath caught in your throat and you picked up the phone. You called Dean hoping he would answer. “Hello, this is Agent Smith” you heard him say. “Dean it’s y/n. I know who attacked me. It’s my bosses son. I was drawing and it came to me. He had asked me out several times and I turned him down because something felt off. He’s been stalking me. Showing up at different places I’m at. Please Dean, I’m so scared. What if he comes here.” You said without taking a breath. “Calm down sweetheart, we are on our way.”

He hung up and threw the car in reverse. “Y/n knows her attacker. We’re going back to the hospital Sammy. I can’t lose her” Dean said without hesitation. “Dean, we aren’t going to lose her. She’s safe at the hospital and she’s tougher than she looks.” Sam said looking at his brother. He knew Dean had developed feelings for her already. “I can’t explain it Sammy, I need to protect her. From the moment I saw her that need became primal.” Dean said as he gripped the steering wheel and sped towards the hospital. “I know big brother, I know” Sam said resting a hand on Dean’s shoulder.

They pulled into the parking lot and Dean took off towards your room. Sam was not far behind him. As they approached the door Dean stopped and tried to compose himself. He knocked and opened the door. The minute you saw him tears streamed down your face and he wrapped you in a hug. He kissed the top of your head and ran his hands on your back. “Shhh it’s okay sweetheart. You’re safe. Sammy and I won’t let anyone hurt you” Dean said as he pulled you tight. Your notebook and paper dropped to the floor. Sam picked them up and looked at them. He smiled when he saw the picture you drew of Dean. He showed Dean the pictures you drew but left that one out. Sam called the local police to tell them you remembered your attacker. They went to arrest him but he got away. He knew you had remembered and he was going to find you and make you pay.

Dean stayed with you at the hospital and when it was time to be discharged he insisted you stay with them at their hotel. “No, Dean. I need to go home. I have all my stuff there and my dog. My neighbor has been taking care of her but I can’t just abandon her. If you’re that worried you come stay with me” you said as you pulled on your shoes. “If you’re sure. I can crash on the couch and Sam can crash on the floor.” He said while helping you up. “Nonsense, I have a guest room and the couch pulls out to a bed. Y’all can figure out who gets what. I just want to go home, shower and change.” You said as you both walked to the elevator. You climbed into his gorgeous car as he walked around to the driver’s seat. You both chatted on the drive, nothing too personal. Just some small talk. As he pulled in your driveway your beautiful light brown terrier mix came bounding out of the house. You dropped to your knees “Lexi” you said as the dog started jumping and smothering you in kisses. You laughed as she knocked you over. Dean laughed and bent down helping you up. Lexi came over and started jumping and licking Dean. “I’ve never seen her warm up instantly to someone” you said. He smiled and petted her head as you two walked to your house.

You walked in the house and thanked your neighbor for her help. She hugged you, looked at Dean and smiled. Once she left you closed and locked the door.

You showed Dean around and told him he was welcome to stay in the guest room if he wanted to. “Make yourself at home, I’m going to go take a shower and get this hospital smell off me. There is food and drinks in the fridge. Help yourself to whatever. I think there are a few beers in there if you’re off duty and can drink.” You said as you walked towards your room. You went in your bedroom and closed the door. You leaned against the door thinking about Dean. “Get yourself together girl. He’s going to be leaving soon. Don’t get attached.” You said to yourself. You got your stuff together and walked into your bathroom starting the shower.

Dean heard the water running and walked in the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and saw his favorite beer in the door and smiled. He grabbed one, popped the top off and sat on the couch. Lexi jumped up next to him and put her head on his lap. He petted her head and drank his beer. As he sat there his mind wandered to thoughts of you. Your smile, laugh, soft lips and your beautiful y/c eyes. He smiled at the thought of you. “Damn Dean, snap out of it. You’re leaving in a few days and you can’t be in a relationship with her.” He thought to himself. Sam called and told him he was a few minutes away and had their belongings from the hotel. When Dean saw Sam pull up in a cab he opened the door and helped him bring in their bags. After they came back inside Dean showed Sam around. Sam said he’d take the couch and set his stuff in the corner. “So where is y/n at?” Sam asked. “Shower” was all Dean said. The brothers were sitting in the living room when you came out. You saw Sam had arrived and you greeted him. He stood up and walked up to you asking how you were feeling. “I’m okay. I just want to feel safe again and I won’t completely until he’s caught. Thank you guys for coming here and staying. The idea of leaving Lexi broke my heart.” “No problem y/n my brother and I will keep you safe.” Dean’s eyes went big and you shot your head around. “Your brother?!?! You asked looking between the two of them. “I thought you were partners.” “Way to go Sammy” Dean said with a grumble. He saw the panic in your eyes. Sam shook his head. “Sorry y/n I thought Dean told you” he said looking a little sad. “No he didn’t. So are you really FBI” you asked with your voice catching in your throat.

They both shook their head no. You stood there for a minute before taking a seat. Panic started to creep up in your chest. You looked between the brothers with tears in your eyes. “I need you to tell me the truth because I’m about to kick you out of my house” you said looking directly at Dean. That’s when Dean explained everything about hunting, monsters and the family business. He also told you that you were attacked by a werewolf and damn lucky to be alive. “He must want you for another reason. Otherwise you’d be dead.” Dean said very bluntly. You shot him a look and Sam slapped his arm. “Way to soften the blow Dean. Damn scare her even more.”

You stood up, causing both men to stand. They towered over you. You didn’t lift your head up you just softly said “um, I need a minute” and walked to your room. You shut the door and leaned against it. You felt your legs give out as you collapsed to the floor. Sobs overwhelmed your body and your tears soaked your face. You felt so alone and so scared. What did this monster want with you if he didn’t want you dead. Then you realized he wanted YOU. To make you like he was, a monster. You felt sick. You ran to your bathroom and fell in front of the toilet throwing up what little you had in your stomach. Sobbing and vomiting over the toilet you felt a hand grab your hair and hold it back. A quiet shushing sound from behind you. “Dean” was the only thought in your head. Once you stopped getting sick you sat back against the tub. Dean grabbed a washcloth and ran cold water on it. He put it on the back of your neck helping calm you down.

“Thank you” was all you managed to whisper out. He sat on the floor in front of you and grabbed your hands. You slowly looked up at him and saw his green eyes soften. You wanted to look away but something stopped you. “Hey, I’m sorry sweetheart. Sometimes my mouth runs before my brain does. I never meant to upset you.” Silent tears fell from your eyes. You had no words or the strength to speak. You just sat there in the bathroom floor with Dean and cried. He pulled you into his arms and held you tight. You could smell him and he smelt like home. He smelled of a mixture of leather, wood, beer and mint. You inhaled deeply and with every breath you relaxed into him.

He placed a soft kiss on your head and you looked up. “Was that okay” he asked. You nodded yes. He swept your hair out of your face and kissed your forehead. You smiled slightly. You both stared at each other and he started to lean in and you stopped him. “Dean as much as I’d like to kiss you I did just get sick. Let me brush my teeth first” you said as you started to get off the floor. He helped you up and let you clean up. When you came out of your bathroom he was standing leaning against the wall. He didn’t give you time to say anything he crossed the room, cupped your face and kissed you. You melted into his kiss. His lips were soft and you felt his tongue swipe your lips asking for entry. You opened your mouth and he deepened the kiss. Your body felt like it was on fire. This man looked like a Greek God and could kiss like one too. You moaned into his mouth and he smiled. He pulled away and took a breath. “You okay y/n” he asked breathlessly. “Yes, Dean I’m okay.” You said looking at him.

As he was pulling you closer Sam yelled from the living room. “Dean, y/n get out here quick.” You could hear the slight panic in his voice and you instantly froze. Dean grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room saying “I’ve got you sweetheart. I’ll keep you safe.” You swallowed your fear a little and held tightly to his hand. “What’s wrong Sammy?” Dean asked as we walked in the room. “I think we have company” Sam said nodding towards the front door. Dean whispered for you to stay put and he walked toward the window. He saw 2 men on the front porch and they were talking low. “Looks like she’s got company” one of them said. “Yeah I can smell them out here. They better not have touched my girl.” The one closest to the door said. Sam and Dean used hand gestures to talk and Sam grabbed your hand and pulled you to your bathroom. “Y/n stay in here. Lock the door and no matter what don’t open the door. You’ll be safe in here without windows. Here take this. It has silver bullets in it. Shoot whatever comes through this door. I mean it y/n. Whatever comes through.” All you could do is shake your head in acknowledgment. Sam shut the door and you locked it.

The next thing you knew you heard Sam and Dean yelling and there was growling. It sounded like your house was being torn apart. Banging and crashing is all you heard for a few minutes. Followed by muffled shouting. Then you heard gunshots and thuds. Your heart stopped and you listened. The gun Sam gave you aimed at the door. You heard your bedroom door open and footsteps come towards the bathroom. You held your breath. There was a knock and you heard Dean. “Hey sweetheart, you can open the door. It’s safe now.” You stood there for a minute still aiming the gun at the door. “Dean is that really you” you said so low even you couldn’t believe it was your voice. “Yeah darlin it’s me.” He said.

You opened the door and found Dean covered in cuts and blood. Some of which you’re sure wasn’t his. He grabbed the gun from you and put the safety on. You stood there trembling. Dean wrapped his arms around you and just held you. “It’s okay baby. I’ve got you. You’re safe now. Take a deep breath” he said holding you tight. He walked you out into the living room and you looked around. Your house was a wreck and so much was broken. Then you saw boots at the end of the couch. You walked over and saw your bosses son laying lifeless on the floor. You gasped. Sam came over and put his arm around you. “It’s okay y/n he was a monster. If we hadn’t been here he would have hurt you.” He said giving you a big hug.

Once everything was settled with the local police Dean and Sam told you they wanted you to come move in with them. They described the bunker and told you there was plenty of room for you and Lexi. You were sure you didn’t have a job anymore and your landlord was going to be pissed the house was destroyed. So you decided to go with them. They both saved your life and Sam was like a brother to you, Dean was something else. You desperately wanted more with him but you weren’t going to push it. So you grabbed what you could carry, loaded it in baby and climbed in the backseat. Dean and Sam climbed in the front and as Dean pulled away you looked back at your home and sighed. Lexi nuzzled you and you pet her head. “It’s okay girl, we are going to be just fine” you said looking into the rear view mirror you caught Dean’s eyes. He winked at you and you smiled. Settling back you and Lexi drifted off to sleep.

Part 2

[mixtape-racha]

it's a scream, baby! | hyunlix

chapter two: who's there?

words: 1.52k // warnings: discussions of death, cursing

“kang heejin? no fucking way - she sits next to me and seungmin in penology!” (y/n) couldn’t shake the disbelief from her features, despite the alarming truth in what jisung had told her.

“yeah, well not anymore. her parents found her on the kitchen floor last night. apparently it was a bloodbath, and there’s nothing to point towards any suspects. suho’s blaming himself because he flaked on date night - i heard he’s dropping out over it.”

suddenly the outside presence on their usually normal and quiet college campus added up.

“fuck. in woodsboro? it doesn’t make sense - the worst thing that’s ever happened here is when they closed blockbuster.”

jisung chuckled at that as the pair headed towards the quad to meet their friends. “that’s what i’m saying, man. everyone’s freaked. jeongin’s already asked if we can all crash at yours tonight so he knows we’re all safe.”

(y/n) shook her head, an small smile on her lips. jeongin was always the easiest to scare out of all their friends - heck, he refused to watch chucky anymore after their last group movie night.

“i’m just glad it wasn’t one of you guys.” she sighed, reaching their table already with 7 seated at it.

“we’re just glad it wasn’t you. we’ve all been calling you all morning and no one got an answer!” minho cried from his position on seungmin’s lap, brows furrowed in worry. scanning the table, (y/n) could tell everyone had let out a sigh of relief as soon as they saw her. shit. she really didn’t mean to make them worry.

“sorry, guys. i stayed at yeji and nari's last night for a study session, remember? phone died last night and i forgot to take my charger with me. did none of you think to call yeji and make sure i was still with her?”

jeongin scoffed at the assumption. “of course we did. you really think we wouldn’t after we find out some maniac gutted heejin in her own home last night? yeji’s the only reason everyone wasn’t hammering on our door this morning.”

chan cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention - he was kind of like the dad and the leader of the group, so everyone listened to his every wish and whim. “i heard the sheriff and deputy are going to be questioning everyone today. students, teachers, janitors, the lot.”

“they think its school related?” felix yelped, shocked at the idea that the murderer could be anywhere on campus right now. “surely, that means anyone could be a target?”

“well, they have no idea, do they? so, school and family is a good place to start, then if not they widen the search.” (y/n) claimed, finally her studies in criminology coming to use.

“but i suppose… if there’s no motive, yeah, anyone could be a target.” seungmin agreed, sharing a look with (y/n) as if to mutually agree the group should take a lot more precautions.

jisung huffed at that, making a dramatic show of rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. “oh, please. its the millennium; motives are incidental.”

everyone let out a giggle at that - jisung had a habit of taking unimportant subjects too seriously. in any respectable slasher movie, he’d be the nerd who knows too much and chastises everyone for not following the survival rules.

“s’a bit of a big word for you, huh?” minho laughed, the expression taking over his body as his shoulders shook against seungmin’s chest.

as jisung’s face reddened, he flipped everyone off. “fuck you all, i’m gonna be the only one who survives this shit.”

“nah, not a chance. (y/n)’s our final girl, not your dumbass.” hyunjin cackled, slapping jisung on the back as the bell rang. “see you all in the cafe after class?”

the group said their goodbyes, seungmin joining (y/n) as they headed to their shared class for the morning. “man, here’s to hoping its a one-off robbery gone wrong, huh?”

but being in the lecture hall that morning felt wrong - it was the class they were supposed to share with heejin, and suddenly the room felt so much more empty with only one person missing.

“i don’t know, seung. from what people are saying, it seems personal. she was stabbed to death in her own kitchen, with her own knife. its fucked up.”

one-by-one throughout the day, students were called into the principal’s office to talk to him, the police sheriff and the deputy. by lunchtime, the questions asked of each person were the talking point of everyone. it seems people were doing anything to keep the topic from discussing a potential murderer roaming around town.

“did they ask if you like to hunt?” minho asked felix across the table, the latter nodding in response.

“why would they ask if you like to hunt?” (y/n) questioned, confused. it seemed she’d be asked completely different questions than the boys.

“because they found her gutted. hunting techniques, you know?” jeongin responded, refusing to look up from his phone for longer than 5 seconds to completely join the conversation.

“well, they didn’t ask me that. they just asked if i knew her, if we were friends, if she’d shown any signs of needing to be worried about her….” 

changbin scoffed at that; “yeah, because its takes a man to do something like that. hunting, (y/n). i don’t see any girls around here being the type to go out and kill rabbits.”

swiveling in her seat to face the buff man opposite her, she frowned. “no way. the killer could easily be female. don’t be so sexist. this is exactly why female serial killers are taken less seriously, man.”

on the far side of the hyunjin laughed, the rest of the group following in its effectiveness. slapping his hand on the table in his fit of giggles, hyunjin pointed at changbin.

“do not get her started on the inequalities between male and female serial killers, bro. we’ll be here all night!”

“yeah, yeah, let’s all bully the person here most likely to be the killers next victim.” (y/n) joked, leaning her head on changbin’s shoulder. “anyways, have we decided where we’re having movie night tonight, yet?”

noticing the way that the boys all shared a similar look, (y/n) realized they must have discussed this before she had arrived to meet them at the cafe. trying to refrain from rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms.

“go on then. what’s your decision, all-mighty leader?” she huffed, addressing chan specifically and choosing to ignore the way seungmin snickered behind her.

“well…” chan began, as if he was worried about her reaction. “we just figured we’d do it at yours? since, you know, we can’t all stay the night because of classes tomorrow, and we don’t want you being out at night right now.”

“you do realize heejin was killed in her own home? me being inside or outside won’t make any difference if i’m going to be attacked. but… if we’re all at mine if means i can just wear my pajama’s so, yeah, okay.”

jisung clapped his hands, breaking the tension between (y/n) and chan as quickly as it had started.

“it’s settled, then. we all meet at (y/n), minho and jeongin’s tonight. and no scary movies!”

classes for the rest of the day sucked. how the fuck did lecturers expect people to be able to concentrate when a classmate was brutally slaughtered the night before? quite frankly, it was insanity. between the crying, gossip, and fear, no one managed to accomplish anything.

of course, there were the few people who found humor in it all - sneaking up behind girls walking across the courtyard, or “reenacting” how they thought the murder scene folded out. it was disgusting, and (y/n) couldn’t believe people were allowed to behave in such a way after the worst night the town of woodsboro had ever seen.

honestly, all she wanted was to be at home, curled up in her pajamas, watching a movie with her favorite boys. just the nine of them in her, minho and jeongin’s shitty apartment, watching a shitty movie and sharing snacks. deep down, (y/n) wanted to forget the horrors she had heard today, and hide away in her bed until it all passed over.

but this was real life, and she was expected to carry on with her studies as if nothing had happened. it was kind of insulting to heejin’s memory, really. while the two weren’t exactly close, or even friends, (y/n) had always admired how lovely heejin was. the blonde girl had always gone out of her way to be kind to everyone she met, and tried her hardest to make everyone feel welcome and included. she had many friends, yes, but never tried to be popular because she didn’t understand how people could feed into negative stereotypes like that.

truly, (y/n) would miss heejin. and she prayed inherently that it was a one-time thing, that no one else would have to go through the loss that heejin’s family did.

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[softxsuki]

STRONG ENOUGH--Mikey Sano (WRITTEN BY 🕰️ ANON, NOT ME)

Pairing: Mikey x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of guys ganging up on a woman, fighting, feelings of fear

Genre: Fluff

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.3k (almost 1.4k)

Summary: In which after training you to fight a little, Mikey walks you home, but you run into a little trouble after stopping somewhere quickly and waiting for Mikey to get back (it turns out to not be so troublesome though)

[A/N: This piece is written by one of my followers that she wanted me to post for her, so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did! This is written by my 🕰️anon! So again, I did NOT write this. ]

*****note N/N means nickname*****

  “Make sure your foot is aimed a little higher. See, like this.”

  You felt slightly anxious as Mikey kicked the air, his feet making a clean one-eighty degree. Did he think you could do that on your first day practicing with him?

  Mikey turned to look at you and gestured for you to copy what he just did. You groaned internally, regretting the fact that you didn’t listen to Draken and Mitsuya’s warnings to not ask Mikey to teach you self-defense. 

  “Um…’Jiro?”

  “Yeah?”

“Maybe let’s leave the hard stuff for later, please?” you asked, practically pleading with him to understand that you might just break your hip if you tried to pull what he just did.

  “But I could do this when I was in elementary school”, Mikey said, tilting his head to the side in confusion. 

  Of course he could! He’s the Invincible Mikey! You thought, cursing your luck. 

  Mikey wasn’t the best teacher when it came to fighting but he loved you and so, thankfully, he was as patient as he could be with you.

  After a lot of practicing, you could finally do a decent kick (though it was nowhere near as good as Mikey’s, of course).

  You spent the rest of the day talking with Mikey and Emma. Amidst the laughter and slight bickering between the siblings, you decided to head home as soon as you realized that it was getting dark.  Mikey noticed you looking outside and decided that he should walk you home.

  “Ah, (N/N), it’s getting dark. I can wa-"

  “Manjiro!! It’s getting dark! Can’t you walk your girlfriend home?!” Emma yelled at her brother who was looking flabbergasted at the fact that he lost the opportunity to be a good boyfriend. You laughed at their antics and just shrugged.

  “It’s alright. I can go home on my own- “

“Ah, great, now you’ve upset her '', Emma said, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at Mikey disapprovingly. 

  Mikey just deadpanned at his sister before getting up and grabbing his jacket. “Come one, (N/N). Let’s get you home.”

You nodded before thanking Emma for her hospitality. Emma just smiled as she thought to herself how wonderful it would be to have someone as kind and sweet as you in the family.

  Both of you turned around quickly to see Mikey starting his motorcycle. Upon seeing the both of you staring at him, he thought he needed to clarify what he was doing.

  “Oh. I am dropping her off on the bike- “

  “Like heck you are!”

  You wouldn’t have minded it one bit but Emma didn’t like the fact that neither of you would be riding with helmets.

  “AH! You are turning into Ken-chin…”, Mikey said, causing Emma to blush as he mentioned Draken. You smiled knowingly at her which caused her to turn even more red. 

  “Oh, fine! I’m going inside!”

  The both of you watched as Emma went back inside the very beautiful house that the Sanos lived in. Mikey sighed and scratched the back of his head as he hopped off the bike. “The last thing I need is more nagging once I come back… you don’t mind walking, (N/N)?”

  “Nope!”, you said. You walked towards where Mikey was standing and took his hand in yours, causing his face to flush pink. Chuckling slightly at how adorable he looked, you both began walking back to your home. 

  Winter was soon coming and the air had a chill to it. You felt a sneeze come along and you tried your best to stifle it. Mikey saw you desperately trying not to look like you were cold and tried not to laugh at your actions. He was still in his Toman uniform after a meeting and remembering something Chifuyu taught him, he took off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders.

  He smiled in relief as he saw you fit your arms into the sleeves. You sighed as you felt the warmth now surrounding you. Though you were thankful, Mikey didn’t have another jacket and his shirt was just a thin cotton one. 

  “Wait, ‘Jiro, aren’t you cold?”

  Yes, yes he was, Desperately. He hoped you wouldn’t want to keep the jacket once you reached home. 

  “No”, he said, moments before he let out a big sneeze. You started laughing before starting to remove the jacket. But Mikey stopped you as he rubbed his nose. 

  “Keep it on. Ken-chin’s place is nearby. I’ll borrow a jacket from him.”

  As you tried to imagine Mikey wearing Draken’s jacket, you felt Mikey take your hand in his again, making you feel happy. Mikey, noticing your smile, felt even happier. 

  Soon, the both of you reached the brothel where Draken lived. You didn’t feel like going up there, so you chose to stay down while Mikey went up to see Draken. 

The minutes seemed to be passing by peacefully as you watched the slow moving traffic in front of you. But it was only a moment before some guy and his friends started to hit on you.

  “Oh, come on, darling. Just come with us, we’ll be nice”, one of them yelled, as the others chortled in response. You hated feeling this uncomfortable. As you thought of what you could do, you remembered what Mikey taught you.

  “You’ll feel scared when you think you aren’t strong enough to beat them. You don’t have to be physically stronger than them though- just make sure to show them who’s boss.”

  “So, what do you say, doll?” sneered the one who was speaking earlier. 

  “No”, you said firmly. 

“No?”, the guy repeated in disbelief, “I don’t think so, missy.”

  You panicked as you realized he was coming towards you. He grabbed your arm quickly and you tensed up not knowing what to do. Everything you learnt was disappearing from your head-

  “Remember to position your foot correctly. Then you can land the strongest kick.”

  There were no thoughts put into your actions as your instincts took over. Quickly raising your foot as high as you could, you land a hard kick right at his groin.

  The man let go of you and whimpered as he fell to the ground, his arms clutching where you had just kicked him with full force.

  “H-Hey…dude. Isn’t that a Toman uniform she’s wearing? Is she…is she from Toman!?”, someone from their group screamed and suddenly all the men who had gathered there ran away (one of them dragged away the guy who was on the floor).

  Your breaths were labored as you watched them scurry away from you. Your face felt warm and your body was still shivering from the sudden movement and from how scary the situation was. 

  You almost cried in relief when Mikey came out wearing a jacket that looked five sizes too big for him.

  “Manjiro!”

  His eyes widened at your disheveled state. “(Y/N)?”

  He quickly walked up to where you were standing and wrapped his arms around you. He didn’t know what had happened after he had left but he knew he needed to be there for you right now.

  “I was so scared, ‘Jiro… “

“(N/N)...what happened?”

  You told him everything that had happened and you saw his face turn angry for a second before he started laughing when you told him about how you kicked the guy right where the sun doesn’t shine. 

  “And then they all ran away after seeing the jacket cause they thought I was in Toman!”

  Mikey was chuckling even as placed a small kiss on your head. “I am sorry you had to go through that, love. But didn’t I tell you? You are strong enough to deal with anything.”

  You smiled at his words. Manjiro Sano believed in you. And slowly, you started to  believe in yourself as well.

  “And what on earth are you wearing?”

  “Um, Ken-chin’s jacket?”

  “You look like a toddler who went shopping in the adults section.”

  And that was why you had to deal with a pouty Mikey all the way to your house.

  You also shouldn’t have been surprised to see the same people who had tried to hit on you yesterday beaten up until they were black and blue. How Mikey knew it was them, we don’t know. He just does. He’s Manjiro Sano after all.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 1/10/2023

[headfarintheclouds]

heyyy i heard ur taking requests for iso 👀

can u do headcanons for iso x reader who isn't a radiant or even a part of the Valorant protocol at all?

Hello ! Of course I can ! Thank you for the request <33 I hope you like it ! Sorry if they are all over the place ^^"

VALORANT Iso x F!Civilian! Reader

Just because you're not a part of Valorant dosen't mean he won't spend as much time with you as possible. Heck he even tried to convince Brimstone to let him keep you in HQ for your own protection. This man is smitten with you and it pains him so much whenever he can't see you, especially during missions !

He tries to teach you Chinese, not much just some simple phrases. He was aware of how hard his native tounge was. In turn you teach him how to cook, so he dosen't live off of instant ramen etc. He's a foodie but that guy would burn water into a crisp if it was possible.

Guard dog Iso, that dosen't let you get too far away when the two of you are in public. Especialy if it's late at night. If the two of you go out clubbing, you can expect him to put his arm around you when you make your way back home. What you never saw was the way he looked at strangers, his beautiful purple eyes glowing in warning at anyone he deemed a threat.

God bless him when you're sick. Poor baby would stop whatever he was doing to get to you asap, but he won't know what to do. Asks Sage for advice or will Google it. "Princess, it says you need to go to a hospital !" he'll panic about his results. While you just roll your eyes at his antics. Being sick made you more grumpy than usual. "Oh for fuck sake, just give me some Ibuprofem !"

He'll start leaving some of his stuff around your house. It was an amusing scene to come inside while you danced around the kitchen in one of his hoodies and a pair of shorts. He loved the way you looked in it. 100% would take a picture of you.

Speaking of pictures. He was at least three albums on his phones dedicated to you. Something other agents will tease him about to death but he dosen't care. He's happy and in love ! His favorite foto of you was the one he took during your guys second date. It was a selfie you insisted on, you were grinning at the camera pearly whites on full display and diples in your cheeks. He saved it as his wallpaper soon after.

While you do know about him being a part of Valorant and a Radiant you hadn't had the slightest idea of how good he really was. It showed during one of your dates to an amusement park. You know those stals where you have to shoot a target to get a prize? Yeah he absolutely dominated those. Your bedroom was full of stuffed animals now !

He will show you his arena albeit not willingly. But he couldn't really say no to you, especially when you used puppy dog eyes on him. It was super cute to see your eye glow in amazement at his creation, his heart skipped a beat when you admitted how amazing it was.

He wants you to call him by his given name. But let's be honest you only used it when you were mad at him (which wasn't often mind you !) Most of the time you just called him baby or big boy.

Your nicknames for you ranged on how you felt at that time. From baby and love, to good girl and baby girl. He'll call you some cute names in Chinese as well !

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Obsessive Ex

Yandere! Connie Springer x Female Reader

“Con, we have to talk.” Y/N mumbled a she stood shyly at the door. Looking at her boyfriend, he seemed to still be playing his video game with Jean and Eren. “Con.”

”Hold on baby. I’m almost done with this battle.. for fucks sake Jean! He’s right there, how did you miss him?!” Connie yelled at the screen as he aggressively clicked the controller buttons.

”Con, it’s really important..” Y/N said, as she spoke up from her mumble. “Can’t you play this later? I have to talk to you.” 

“I said to wait Y/N, I’m almost done..” Connie said still not making eye contact with his beloved girlfriend. His game’s volume had been so high that he hadn’t heard Y/N sat the next few words or hear her walk off.

“Yo Connie! You better say hi to Y/N for us.”  Jean teased from his mic.

”Fuck off Jean, you know perfectly well that Y/N is my girl and doesn’t want to see your horse face. Right baby?” Connie asked, still not looking away from his screen. “Right? Y/N why aren’t you responding-“

As Connie looked back, he saw Y/N had left the room. Groaning in annoyance, Connie began to log off his game and turned his computer off. Standing up he walked into the hallway and peeked into the bathroom, trying to scare Y/N.

”Boo! Did I scare- Y/N?” Connie confusingly asked as he stepped in fully. “Damn it where did you go?” Walking down the stairs, Connie strolled into the kitchen, hoping to scare her from behind only to find out that Y/N wasn’t there either.

”Where did you go Y/N..?” Connie asked to Y/N as though she could hear him. Making his way to the living room, he looked under the pillows and under the couches for Y/N only to be even more puzzled. “Babe, I’m sorry if I did anything. Come out and I’ll give loads of kisses.”

No response. Soon, Connie had begun to feel worried and anxious about his girlfriend’s whereabouts. He tried calling Y/N but it only went to voicemail . Calling Sasha, Connie began to sweat profusely , listening to the phone ring. 

“Hello Connie!” Sasha said on the other side of the phone.

”Sasha! Do you know where Y/N is? She left our house without telling me anything!” Connie rambled.

“Woah woah woah! Calm down, I’m sure she’s at the corner shop getting some food for you like she usually does.” Sasha explained.

”Y-yeah you’re right, sorry for disturbing you.” Connie said before hanging up. Hours went by and Y/N still hadn’t turned up, Connie was still worried about her and grew more anxious. If only he had stopped playing his game for a few minutes or even seconds to just listen to her. Suddenly the door had opened.

”Babe!” Connie called out as he rushed to the front door. Y/N slipped off her shoes and looked at him annoyed. “Baby, where did you go?! I was so worried-“

”I went to Annie’s house.” Y/N muttered before walking down the hallway, carrying a bag of food. Connie quickly followed after her, wanting more answers.

”Why did you go there?! You didn’t tell me anything about where you were going! I was so worried I had to call Sasha!” Connie said unhappily.

”The reason I didn’t say anything was because you didn’t stop playing that crappy game, you aren’t even good at, to listen to me!” Y/N explained angrily. “I had to do a group project with her and Reiner.”

”Reiner?!” Connie asked even angrier. “What the fuck was he doing at a girls house? Heck, why were you and Reiner together?!”

”For a group project! How can you be so dense Connie?!” Y/N asked.

”Seriously Y/N, I ignore you for a few seconds and you can’t even call me by my nickname, you go out without my permission, you don’t telling me anything, and worst of all you hang out with Reiner!” Connie yelled. “What are you going to do with him after now huh? Are you going to fuck him because I ignored you for a while?”

”Oh my god! You’re literally twisting my words! I never said anything like that and Reiner is like a brother to me since I’ve known him for so long!” Y/N exclaimed.

”Get away from me Y/N! You just wanna fuck with the taller, brawny guys and ignore your skinner boyfriend.” Connie mumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

”Shut the hell up Connie! You were the one who was too busy playing a video game in which you excel in more than your studies.” Y/N yelled before slipping her shoes on and exiting the house, making sure to slam the door on the way out.

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Reading that text was a nightmare for Connie. His beloved girlfriend that he would constantly flex off on his friends, pepper kisses on her face, go out with during the weekend, just broke up with him. Worst of all, it was over a text.

She hadn’t sent him a voice message, called him or sent a voicemail but texted him her break up message and soon stopped talking to him. Sasha and Jean had supported him through his break up but he often pushed them away.

Walking up to her doorstep, he knocked on the door and held the bouquet of flowers in his hands along with the chocolates. Opening the door, Y/N looked at him annoyed. She looked much more different from when she was dating him.

”Y/N baby please.” Connie begged as he saw Y/N trying to close the door.

”Go away Connie. I don’t want to see you.” Y/N grumbled.

”Listen, I know I was wrong. I should’ve listened to you, aid more attention to you! I shouldn’t have been so god damn possessive baby.” Connie admitted as he stepped closer and closer.

”S-still.” Y/N muttered as she crossed her hands over her chest.

”Y/N, you’re my girl. Only mine. I can’t even sleep without you at night! I miss your touch, scent, laugh, everything!” Connie confessed as dropped down onto his knees and hugged her waist.

”C-Connie. Get up.” Y/N ordered, embarrassed of his actions.

“Yes ma’am.” Connie said as he stood up immediately. “So.?”

”Your lucky that I love you.” Y/N said before embracing her possessive boyfriend. “You didn’t take anything from me before we broke up, did you?”

”N-No. why do you ask?” Connie asked as he tilted her head up by her chin.

”Some of my private clothes have gone missing..” Y/N said as she walked inside her house.

”Oh.. that’s a shame.” Connie mumbled as he tucked her red lingerie back into his back pocket and entered her house.