#can't sleep. which is a very rare problem for me

[peanutalergy]

Saw you asking for requests^^ been thinking about spencer and his fear of dogs, what about reader who had a dog before they met and the dog like, saved her from some sort of assault so shes obviously very attached. The dog is really well trained and stuff, but hes still a bit afraid of it?

Idk i just see cat dad spence all the time and i love dogs sooo

tags: fluff, established relationship, bau!reader, I totally pictured this as early season spencer, mentions of death related to dog attacks

w/c: 1k

a/n: I'm so so so insanely sorry for having taken so long to do this req and also for not having posted much recently, school's been killing me and I'm just not doing too well, but whatever I'm sorry. also I don't know if this is exactly what you meant sorry if it's not. ALSO I've never had a dog before, so I'm sorry if this is out of... character... for the... dog..?

“why have i never been to your apartment?” your boyfriend asks as you walk out the bullpen, having just made plans to drive you both to his, “you're over at my place all the time, but you've never let me come over. why is that?”

“i have a dog, spence.” you answer, wrapping a hand around his arm and leaning your head on his shoulder as soon as the elevator doors close in front of you.

“i've seen the fur all over your sweaters, i know you do. why would that be a problem?”

“she's a hundred pound rottweiler and you were scared of petting a baby golden retriever a while ago.”

“i wasn't scared. i was just… careful. do you know how many accidents happen each year because of poorly trained large dogs?”

“that poor puppy clearly wouldn't have been able to hurt you if he tried his very best. you were scared.”

“people really shouldn't trust puppies as much as they do. they're rarely ever as well trained as adult dogs can be, and their size doesn't–”

“that's why i didn't think you should meet cupcake, honey.” you cut him off gently with a small chuckle.

“she's named cupcake?”

“yeah, like, formally. but we just call her baby or something, no one does the full name.”

“you do realize that dog is able to kill you at any given point, right? rottweilers are one of the most dangerous dog breeds in the world. she's almost your size, and her name is cupcake?”

you look at him with a smile as you start walking towards the parking lot, “i could also kill you at any given point. doesn't mean i can't be cute like that.”

“you couldn't kill me with your teeth like a dog could.”

“don't be silly, sweetheart. she's the biggest sweet little baby in the world. she'd never kill me or anyone i don't seem to not trust.”

“oh, so you do think it's okay for me to meet her?”

“well, no, i didn't say that. she wouldn't attack you, i just think you'd be scared for your life.”

“i wouldn't. i'm not scared, i won't be. please, i want to meet her.”

before you can deny again, he looks at you with those big, brown, pleading eyes, and a pout to which you can't say no, that face that scares you if you think about what it could get you to do.

with a roll to your eyes as you get into the car, you start telling him the directions to your apartment—he already knew and remembered them from when he'd pick you up or drop you off and you'd never let him in, but he wouldn't point that out when you'd cut off what you were talking about to say oh, take the left right here.

even though you want to not like this, to not want him to be in a situation you know he's fearful of, you can't help but find it heartwarming. spencer reid, your favorite man, meeting your favorite girl, in your apartment, your favorite place, for the very first time.

it's exciting, and it only got more so when you start telling him about how and when and where and why you got cupcake, and all the funny or sweet things she does.

“how do you even sleep with a dog that big?” he asks with a chuckle after you tell him about how cuddly she is.

“uncomfortably so.”

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turning your key on the lock, cupcake's excitement is audible from outside, her long nails hitting the floor as she walks around in front of the door and pants loudly, waiting for you to come in.

as soon as you're inside, the poor dog is running up to you, trying to lick kiss all over your face when you kneel down in front of her to pet her. meanwhile, spencer stands in the hallway, awkwardly clutching his bag strap as he watches you and the dog in visible fear.

“come in, sweetheart.” you say to him while you laugh, not looking back at him, but knowing he's afraid of walking in, “she won't even mind you, i swear.”

almost falling back as you get attacked by her kisses before you stand up and turn to look at him, she sits at your feet while you pat her head and give him a smile.

despite you pretending not to be bothered by it, some part of you is, too, now actually scared of your dog lashing out and attacking him like he said she would. she's always been so sweet to your friends when you have girl nights, but just like her mother (you), she doesn't trust men.

spencer takes a careful step toward the door, and when she notices his presence, cupcake stares at him for a moment during which you're foolishly convinced she's about to jump at him.

however, when you look down at her with a smile and take his hand as he walks in, she immediately relaxes and it's clear that whatever threat she saw coming from him isn't there anymore. within a second, she's at his legs, panting again as she begs for his own attention.

almost stumbling over her, he walks into the apartment completely so that you can close the door, and he chuckles as she follows him to the couch, “i'm suprised she hasn't started barking yet.”

you go to sit down next to him after locking the door, but cupcake takes your spot at his left before you can even try it. instead, you sit at his other side with a scoff after he mumbles, “dogs never like me like this.”

he awkwardly gives her the pats she's so desperately begging for, petting her head in the same way a kid sits at the oven and tries to cook something while mom watches so no one gets burnt, “well, she's never really liked any man before, so i'm surprised, too.”

“i've never had any sort of animal be so eager about me before.” he mutters as you lie your head on his shoulder.

you let out a small hum in response, giving one side of her face gentle scratches as he does the same to the other side.

“she trusts you because she knows i do, i guess.” you say after a beat, looking at the two of them with a small smile, “loves you almost as much as her mommy does.”

he glances back at you with a flustered chuckle, shaking his head before looking back at the dog who's just laid her own head on his lap.

“and she seems to see you as her daddy, now, so...” you add softly with another quiet giggle, “i'm afraid you'll have to become a pet dad, as well.”

“mm, not complaining”

after that day, it was only a matter of time before he moved in with you two, and from then on, you weren't the only one cursed with the fur-filled sweaters, and he became a bit less afraid of all the other large animals he was previously terrified of.

[sasahuaa]

Mootie please wake up I need more Leona content 💔

i was working in it for a while haha, just wasn’t sure if i was satisfied with it. anyway this is a bit ooc!leona bc in the middle of it my neurons connected and realized that leona reads people very well, so… i decided to finish either way and dumb him down a tiny bit for the sake of plot and maybe “hey, he could misunderstand somethings if it was his first time having real feelings and he was being more self-centered right????”

gn!reader

Catcall - Leona Kingscholar

Leona released a deep sigh as he walked down the corridors, his shoulders were heavy with tiredness and a headache caused by drowsiness weighed him down. Of course, his mind wandered, there was only one culprit that could make him perambulate and avoid his sleep spots, even when he wished nothing more than to rest.

You, it's always you, there wasn't another exception for him, and Leona both loved and hated how much you parasitized his mind.

Even his own room was not safe from you - though if pointed out, Leona would vehemently deny that he never turned you away, even when both parties were aware of his lack of action. You come and go as you wish, and Leona, ah, always a slave to his instincts, let you in everytime.

So walking around to run away from his problems that is.

A wishful thinking, the dorm leader accepted that he was far from being born lucky, and that's why he just sighs in resignation when he hears a far too common teasing tone.

“Pspspsps”

A far too idiotic, too, so he settles in doing the most sensible choice, which is going on his way.

One to never give up, you repeat yourself.

“What?” Leona decides to bite back, his voice turned into a low growl by the end, eyes craving deep on yours, but he soon stopped his sounds, expression melting to confusion, to understanding and then perplexion “You are… catcalling me?”

The answer the beastman received was a resounding laugh and a shoulder bump, a gaze full of mirth meeting his. “Is it working?” and then, Leona wondered silently how he gave you permission to act this way with him, he was a prince! This is borderline disrespectful and if taken seriously punishment would be cast upon you and all your bloodline! Yet, he can't seem to be able to induce any harm on the moron that you are - his moron, his heart begged.

“Not at all” it is, his mind supplied, though a deep gash in his soul opened more and more anytime you flirted with him.

It's not your fault, he thought bitterly, yet he couldn't stop the resentment and fury building in the pity of his stomach. How dare you joke about something like that? Was his feelings something you could mock and stomp on a whim?

It's not your fault, he never confessed.

“What's wrong?” you tilted your head, concern lacing both your face and tone, making Leona's heart jump a beat at the same time that an annoying pain settled between his temples.

The beastman felt awful, conflicted between the contentment of your attention and his suspicions of your malice. He huffed and shook his head, trying to wave away your worries. Yet it didn't stop a shy hand reaching for him, claiming one finger of his and accompanying him on the rest of his walk.

You've been… flirting - could he call that flirting? - with him for some weeks. And while Leona isn't unfamiliar with distant appreciation, it's a rare occurrence for people to approach him. Compared to the people you involve yourself with, like Ace, Deuce and Grim, you are more of the serious type, for that reason - you never acted like this to anyone else, like a total whump - he couldn't believe any world coming out of your mouth.

Heck! You sound too much like Ace when you are like this! His bad behaviour is clearly rubbing off on you.

There's also a second reason he doesn't want to acknowledge. You are good, too good, he doesn't understand why you would go for someone like him. Cranky, irritable, smug. Though he suspects that if you were questioned by this, you would say he was not like that at all.

Or even worse, you would call it charming.

Leona isn't liked by the royal cabinet, much less the student body. It was a strike of luck that your relationship is at this level, but he wouldn't dare to assume it can reach more. Yet…

“Is that a new perfume, Leona? Not even jasmines can compare” corny.

Of all the flowers in the world, did you really had to mention one that most described as a romantic scent?

And don't get him wrong, he would love to be getting hit on by you! Leona came to terms that he is yearning for you, but this could be a little less-

Here, he got lost in thought for a second, trying to find the perfect word to describe this feeling. A little less…

“I could stand by your side for all eternity!”

Overwhelming!

“Oi, what is your problem?” The beastman snapped, showing his teeth in dispute “Aren't you being a little more cheeky than usual?”

“You think so?” you returned with another question, tilting your head with a coy and teasing smile, lightly stepping back while he cornered you. He watched as your hands trembled for an instant and you released a shaky breath, “I believe that my behaviour is mostly standard for our situation.”

“Oh, and could you be any clearer with that?”

A glimpse of amusement shined in your eyes and went away as quickly as it came, if Leona was less perceptive he would've missed it. The beastman hammered with himself about what it could be, because certainly, there was no way it was what he hoped for, things generally don't go his way, no reason to keep his hopes up.

But if Leona was being pretentious, he would guess it was something akin to what lovers looked when promising to trap the stars under their feets and gift each other the moon and anything beyond the vast universe, the kind of self-sacrificing, yet still selfish, love that only happened in fictions and whispers of pledges to conquer the world for their object of affection.

“For someone that can read others quite easily, you fail to notice even my boldest actions, I wonder why,” you mused, throwing your head to the side and exposing the side of your neck, “If I was nothing if not stubborn, I would think that presenting my affections for you was a hopeless case.”

For a brief moment, the dorm leader was left dumbfounded, a rare occurrence for him, rendered wide eyed and speechless. Sharpening his wits, he closed the remaining space, locking your wrists between his palms while his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

As despite anything, Leona was a predator, a slave to his instincts, and by your side he was nothing but a starved beast.

Like a lion with its teeth around a deer's neck, he would take what was offered, before you could fight back.

Leona understands now that you never would, though.

[blingblong55]

The art of touch- Simon "Ghost" Riley

--- F!Reader, fluff, friends to lovers, soft!simon --- A/N: I can't see the old requests for some reason so enjoy this mess I made in the meantime

Simon is a quiet man. He's calm and collected—truly the man that most soldiers wish to be. He has confidence on and off the field. There are so many things that he is, but being insecure or nervous about anything off the field or base is not something he can say he has. When he met you, you weren't looking for anything but a friendship. So, it stung to know that the most beautiful girl he had ever seen didn't fancy a date with him. But, like anything in his life, he accepted it, in a "I'm going to get you anyway" kind of way.

It started with him trying to get you to at least say yes to lunch. Something that friends do. Which is normal, totally not a date in his mind. Will definitely tell everyone else that he went on a date though. When the "dates" became frequent, he made sure to invite you to dinner after he had helped you move into the home you bought.

His volunteering to be your handyman was normal by now. He wants to be part of your life in any way you offer. You need to drive an hour away, no problem, he has nothing to do that weekend so he can drive you there. It's not like he doesn't have paperwork waiting for him in his office. He'll complain about it later, but never to your face because he wants to become reliable.

It was something slow, so painfully slow even for him but fuck it, he was very much interested in you. So interested that he forgot about the pretty girls he would occasionally sleep with when he went on missions. He became loyal to the "relationship" you two had in his head. Who needs sex when he has the idea of you and him as a couple?

It was odd, he rarely had pure thoughts when a pretty bird was beside him but with you, he wanted to have them. So he did, he refrained from them and only thought of you for who you are. He could list two hundred things that he loves about you before he lists your body.

For you, keeping him at arm's length was a strategy. Sure he was attractive and all but you wanted something real. Not something that is formed through sex and pleasure. Something that is born of real emotions, something that can be brought up when you get asked where you were when you realised you were in love. The answer should never be in bed

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[oopsdevil]

COD + Tropes

which trope do they fall into when it comes to you.

SIMON GHOST RILEY + FWB TO LOVERS

i have said it before but simon really struggles when it comes to relationships.

he insisted that this was a casual thing but soon realized that's not true. from the way his heart beats faster when you rarely cuddle, to his trouble sleeping wondering if maybe you were with some other bloke. his insecurities got the best of him and he would end up saying something mean out of jealousy. when he saw you took offense to it he decided in four seconds that he was not gonna lose you. he confessed his feelings (in a sentence or two) and since then he has no problem with everyone knowing you are his.

KYLE GAZ GARRICK + THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

kyle was always a romantic. outspoken, proud romantic. you guys probably met in high school and just fell in love. you both knew you were it for each other but everyone kept insisting it was just a first love kind of thing. it was not.

circumstances brought kyle into the army and leaving you was the hardest of it all. you both also decided staying together was just gonna be painful so you broke up.

a couple years later kyle came home and got his life together as an adult. after seeing the reality of bills, rent, taxes and just life, he realized maybe he doesn't wanna do it at all without you. a call and a few tears is all it took for admitting you are still each others soulmates.

JOHN SOAP MACTAVISH + FAKE DATING

look at me in the eyes and tell me this is not HIS trope. it was simply meant to be. maybe he saw you in a bar and some guy was being too insisting for his liking, maybe johnny got sick of his family asking about a future wedding or maybe gaz told you guys you couldn't pull it off and you took the bet. doesn't matter, but it happened.

after months of intense eye contact across the room, flushed faces when realizing you were holding hands but there was no one around and holding you by your hips for group pictures, johnny felt his stomach turn when you mentioned something about going on a date with some other soldier for real.

next thing you knew he was kissing you against a bathroom door. really kissing you, not like those pecks for the public that always left you wanting more. in breathless sentences you both decided to be together like you always wanted (probably in a quick to be continued kinda way so you could keep kissing)

KÖNIG + SLOW BURN

it took him years. years.

from the moment he saw you in base he was thankful his hood could hide his red face when he developed a crush in about 15 seconds. he was also very surprised when you just talked to him.

könig kept you as a friend for years and himself busy with missions, it wasn't until you were thinking about transferring when he decided you wouldn't do it. you can't just go, right?

the only condition to staying was a very long conversation with him, where you admitted being in love with him for the longest time, and thinking maybe he felt the same way. but after that many years you needed to have him now, or just try to move on.

i don't think könig ever felt that relived. he mumbled something in german, suddenly ripping his hood off and kinda tackled you to the bed in a hug. you laughed and decided yeah, this is gonna work.

JOHN PRICE + FORCED PROXIMITY/ SECRET RELATIONSHIP

having a new secretary in his office was the last thing john needed.

he was sure it was about the fact that it was someone new in his personal space, someone who knew nothing about his routine.

it obviously had nothing to do with the fact that he looked at you longer than he looked at papers. or about your accent being so distracting to him that you had to say most things twice.

being trapped in an elevator with him was the last thing you needed.

again, its about the fact that you have so many things to do for your impatient boss (not about his cologne being intoxicating and his shoulders looking a little too big right now)

neither of you knew how it happened, but it did. and you were sure he pressed you against every inch of the elevators walls while kissing you like a mad man.

the truth is everyone else on the team knew the reason why you drove each other crazy, and john was more than grateful when the person who opened the elevator doors and saw the state of you was simon.

after fixing your clothes and an awkward apologize to simon, you talked about it.

having a secret relationship with him didn't last long, this man likes to move fast. but after the elevator incident, you were more than okay with that.

[merakiui]

SPEAKING OF DOGBOYS

Mera :)

You can’t just call him one and not deliver the goods

Give me sad wet dog man as a puppyboy!

I like to imagine he watched TNBC once with you and you were obligated to buy the pathetic little guy a plush of Jack Skeleington. (Which he refuses to sleep without just like you) and now he is obsessed with the holiday

Maybe you even adopted him in October and that adds another layer of why he loves halloween, cause you chose him during the magnificent season!

Sincerely,

Mer eggs anon.

👁 👁 puppyboy Skully........ puppyboy Skully who is so clingy and affectionate and loyal, his tail always wagging when he's around you, but he also has a bit of a humping problem... ;;; oh well!!!! <3 surely he's just getting out all of that extra energy when he ruts against you from behind, panting in your ear as he creams his pants once again. No other reason to it, right?

Omg and getting him a Jack Skellington plushie, which he cherishes so much (not only because it's Jack but because you bought it for him)!!! His first gift from you! WAAA he's so happy!!! >w< he is the most devoted ride or die!!! You were so kind and compassionate to choose him, the awkward, lonely stray kept in the corner cage at the pound. And you fell in love with his fluffy tail and ears, one of which flops over cutely. He has always spent his Halloweens alone, but after you adopted him he's never known loneliness again! And you just understand him so well... you really are his dear human and he's your puppyboy, forever and always!! What can he call this if not a fateful encounter?

Skully can be a bit territorial sometimes. ;;; he just really dislikes the smell of others on you. >:( especially those noisy humans who bring you to parties and you always come home tipsy, tinged in all kinds of new scents. Those friends of yours really are troublesome... or when you were seeing someone and they broke up with you... oh, it hurt his heart to see you crying. He licked your tears away with that wet, warm tongue of his and you'd tried to push him away, but he was persistent until eventually you were laughing. He loves it when you're happy. After all, your happiness is his happiness. :D

To return to his energy, though...... it really is boundless, so much so that sometimes he just has to make sure you're fast asleep (drugging your tea) before he slides his dick between your thighs or tugs your underwear to the side to rub the head of his dick against your hole. It's so romantic to do it in this position, with his arms wrapped around you, or when he flips you onto your back and props himself up above you. He can't help it. You just smell so good and you're so warm and you look so cute when you're sleeping... before he knows it, he's fucking you and practically howling because it feels so good and your body responds so wonderfully to this connection. It must mean you want this as much as he does, right!!! But he'll clean you up and felch all of the cum from out of your hole, so when you wake up in the morning you'll never know!

Skully very rarely loses his temper. He's a gentleman, so very polite and considerate (incredibly affectionate; he's addicted to kissing you). But sometimes he just gets so...frustrated. You never listen to him. Don't you realize your heart is going to break again if you pursue another worthless human mate?! Why can't you just listen to him!!! He's your fated one, isn't he? You're meant to be together with him. No one else! It's a scary sight when Skully loses his temper and raises his voice. ^^;; and he's just so tall and strong,,, maybe the only way to calm him is by agreeing to his whims and further spoiling him. It's for the best, isn't it?

[baby-tini]

help bc the manjiro brain rot is so real rn, i can’t stop thinking about the mikey 4sum i immediately followed after reading it and how they’ll take care of their new pregnant wifey.. is it okay if i request domestic and nsfw hcs 🥺

SFW- -It's a pretty chaotic situation, especially when they don't know who exactly got you pregnant, but then again, they're not too caught up on it because the baby is gonna look like them regardless of who the father is. One of them is always with you at all times, there's three of them, so there's never- if rarely ever a situation where at least one of them isn't with you.

-Manila!Mikey and Bonten!Mikey have a bet going on, on which gender the baby will be, Manila!Mikey thinks it's a girl and Bonten!Mikey thinks it'll be a boy. Kanto!Mikey really doesn't care, he just hopes the baby is healthy... but he's secretly hoping for a girl that looks and acts exactly like you.

-You and that baby will be the most protected people in the world, you're with three notorious gang leaders, no one is touching you, ever. At least without all three of their explicit permissions, and yours of course. You also, live in a very high-security house, and all them always have guns on them, and as I said, at least one of them is always with you.

-All three of them are with you at every appointment, there is not a single appointment that they've missed and they don't planned too ever start. Manila!Mikey asks a lot of questions about your pregnancy and if the baby is okay, Bonten!Mikey and Kanto!Mikey ask too... when Manila!Mikey isn't talking over them.

-Manila!Mikey is always touching the baby bump, he'll even talk to the little thing, and when you point out that the baby can't hear him- or even understand him for that matter. He'll look up at you with the smuggest grin and go, "oh yeah?... kick mommy if you understand me." When the baby kicks right at the moment, he jumps up with the most shit-eating grin you've ever seen as he "proves" his point

-Bonten!Mikey is rather quiet as he lays you in his lap with a hand rubbing the baby bump, whispering little things in your ear, hopes for the baby too have your glowing eyes and soft smile. Kanto!Mikey is also pretty quiet and just bathes in the silence as he cuddles with you in the soft linen sheets.

-Speaking of, you all sleep in the same bed together, especially now that you're pregnant. Where and how you sleep is pretty arranged, you'll sleep on the chest of whoever is in the middle, they take turns being in the middle every night. It's better for you anyway, considering you can't lay on your stomach, especially as you're belly grows bigger throughout the pregnancy.

NSFW- -Before you got pregnant, foursomes were quite frequent. They don't see any point in taking turns when you're physically able too take them all at the same time. It was overwhelming for you, pleasurably so, all the stimulation from multiple different areas and being completely and utterly filled to the brim.

-When you brought up just how sore and tender your breasts were from the pregnancy, and with them growing, it started too become quite painful for you, so when their pretty girl comes to them with wet eyes and whines of pain because of it, they really can't resist, so they don't. They have no problem sucking on your nipples in order too replace the painful sensations with pleasurable ones. One of each as the third makes-out with you.

-Now, you did tell them that sex is still plausible even while your pregnant, but they're... quite cautious. Especially when your stomach starts getting bigger. So towards the end of your pregnancy, they mostly turn too anal and oral sex. There's not frequent vaginal penetration because they're worried for the baby.

-While you are pregnant, they're much softer while having sex with you though, leaving soft little kisses down your neck as they take turns bringing you too multiple orgasms with their tongues.

-It was mostly out of curiosity with Manila!!Mikey but, with how sensitive your nipples are, he wanted too see if you could cum just from having your nipples played with, and that's just what he does, with Kanto and Bonten!Mikey as spectators.

-Sex is also a bonding thing for them, as in, one of them could be actively having sex with you as another talks you through it and the third, fully clothed, runs a hand through your hair.

-With their being four.. parents? They're able too switch out when they want too have sex with you, after you have the child. If the kid is being whiney, one of them can go tend to the child as the other two take care of you. They'll just continue that routine because it's easy for all of them and more importantly, it's much easier on you.

[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

Request: nsfw chishiya x female reader. A story where the reader tells or thinks about her dirtiest fantasys with chishiya how she wants a wild night with him or how he satisfies her (s*x, c*mming*,being h*rny, everything can be included)

♠️ "Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to sleep with Chishiya?!" ♠️

A/N: It's really impressive how fast people are when it comes to requests. I mean, no complains, it's just ... wow! 😊

I haven't even posted much and still got contacted by others, giving their wishes, what they would like to read. I actually don't know if it's going to be what you imagined, but I still hope you'll like and enjoy it!

Thanks for your request in that case, my lovely anonymous! That means a lot to me, seriously. 🫶🏻✨

Characters: Chishiya

POV: fem!reader ; Smut!

Warnings: NSFW, please don't read if you don't feel comfortable with sexual content and when you are under 18 years old!

"Okay, I swore I'd never talk to anyone about this, but haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to sleep with Chishiya?"

Kuina and I are calmly walking through the ruined streets of Borderlands after completing a game, while we knock some dust off our respective bodies. I don't know why I'm suddenly blurting this out. It's probably because I've been thinking about it for far too long and I know that Kuina and Chishiya have been hanging out for far longer than I have.

"I mean, come on- as calm and collected as he always is. Sex with him would definitely be extremely … interesting. There's a saying where I think that would suit him pretty well- oh, my elbow is bleeding…" I pause for a moment to consider the wound as best I can. In the end, however, I just shrug my shoulders and remain unimpressed. It doesn't even hurt ... well, so far. "Anyway, there's a saying that I'm sure it describes him very good in bed."

"Are you really talking to me about how you think Chishiya is in bed?!"

"Why don't you hear me out?!" Kuina looks at me, stunned. It's funny how she faces me with those big eyes and that open mouth. I could just laugh, but I pull myself together because there is something I really need to get off my chest:

"Still waters are deep and dirty. Pretty sure sex with him is just like that!"

"What have I actually gotten myself into here …?" My counterpart grasps his forehead in bewilderment.

Believe me, I'd like to stop talking about it myself, but I just can't! And do you know why? Because this man simply drives me crazy. Really, I've wondered what it would be like to sleep with a lot of people at the beach. My thoughts were with Aguni. With Niragi. With some other guys I don't know by name. And no matter what I do, I always end up coming back to Chishiya, who not only creates chaos in my head- but also in my body.

No, not because I have sex with him. That would make things a lot easier, but because I lie in bed at night and start doing it to myself to my thoughts and fantasies with him. I'm lucky that I have a single room and rarely if ever have to share it with anyone else. If that wasn't the case, I would have a huge problem. I wouldn't be able to concentrate on the essentials in games of life and death because I'd be there as a horny, dripping waterfall. Just because I wouldn't be able to put my fingers inside my core, making myself feel good and satisfied. Pah, that's absurd, not gonna lie!

"That guy won't let me sleep peacefully either." Kuina immediately turns back to me before letting out a somewhat annoyed sigh and going on her way. But I don't let her shake me off that easily, which is why I follow her- and eventually just keep talking, whether she wants to hear it or not. I just need to talk about that and then I'll never tell anyone about my thoughts again. "Once I woke up in the middle of the night because I had a fucking orgasm in my sleep …"

"Wonderful." The sarcasm and disinterest of the woman next to me is hard to ignore, but somehow it annoys me a little that she has such a reaction.

A reaction that makes you think that dreaming about hot sex with a man you find attractive is the most normal thing in the world.

"In my sleep, Kuina!"

"All right, I got it, Y/N!" Suddenly she stops and just looks at me.

It's hard to tell what's going on inside her right now. The look on her face is somehow telling. Literally. Not just her face. It's also her posture and her tone of voice. On the one hand, she seems tense, but her verbal communication also gives me the feeling of passivity and inattention. In addition to such patterns, she also grins to herself and seems a little amused by my statements.

"Do you want to tell me what exactly you have in mind for him?" Have I piqued her interest after all? "Maybe … that you'll have sex in the pool while you're surrounded by other people who could catch you at any time? Or … are you perhaps more attracted to the idea of him fucking you in front of a mirror, where he makes sure you get a good view of him penetrating you again and again and again, sometime slower, sometime faster, sometime deeper and sometime softer or harder?"

"I wasn't prepared for that …" Honestly, the way she responds to your words leaves you speechless. "

"But if you ask like that-"

"Please tell me you don't-"

"The last time I masturbated myself to sleep, I thought about what it would be like if he fucked me that night in the hotel lobby." Silence. "I mean, everyone's lying in bed doing their own thing. The couch in the lobby is free, the lights are off, and we're having sex with each other…on the soft fabric of the couch." The silence gets louder. "We're standing in front of it. Making out with each other a little bit. Sticking our tongues down each other's throats, our hands roaming… over every part of the body you can reach." Shit, just the thought of it makes me horny again. "Then he kisses down my neck, I sigh and moan pleasurably to myself as he runs over my curves and tries to drive me crazy by biting my sensitive skin here and there and giving me a few lovely hickeys, to show everyone that I correspond solely to HIS territory…" Now the silence during the breaks is just embarrassing, but I still can't help but grin broadly and enthusiastically, already knowing how the story will continue. "And then we'll have a really good time on the sofa, with the risk of getting caught by someone because I can't control my moans while he plays with my clitoris… slides his fingers into me… licking my pussy with his tongue or penetrating me with the tip of his tongue to drive me completely crazy before driving his cock into my pussy and stimulating my most sensitive spot over and over again~." By now Kuina is making a pretty disgusted face, but if she doesn't interrupt me or even run away, my story can't be that bad, can it? "And if no one looks where the moans are coming from, then the next morning everyone will still know who did it so well for me because I will scream his name through the whole hotel. He fills me with his entire length and with his As he climaxes, his thrusts become more and more irregular and deeper because he wants to inject his sperm into me as deeply as possible…" I'm wet.

I notice how my panties are getting wetter and wetter. How I literally start to drip. It's extremely difficult for me to keep my eyes open because I'm just feeling so much sexual desire again. Again just because I'm thinking about Chishiya and what it would be like to feel him inside me. To be filled by him.

"Are you done now ... ?" Kuina asks after we've been silent for a little more than a minute after my last sentence. "Please, be done now!"

A simple "Yup" is the answer to everything before I bring up another "And now I have to find a toilet real quick". Just walking past my companion, who gave me an unexpected "Are ... you going to masturbate?" which I only responded with an approving “Coooorrect!” before she finally freed from me.

A/N: God, sometimes I was laughing so hard while writing this, I'm so sorry. 😂

[awoonon]

⁺₊⋆ Phainon Headcanons ⋆⁺₊

just a collection of all my favorite phainon hcs!! I might add onto this whenever I remember more

𖥔 — He is 6'5" / 195 cm he is taller than both his parents and his grandparents

𖥔 — He has BPD, PTSD, Anxiety, and OCPD

𖥔 — People always call Phainon dog coded and I agree but he's a husky to me!

𖥔 — He also has insomnia and often runs on only a few hours of sleep he'll only get more if he physically exhausts himself or is made to sleep (he has a habit tho of sneaking out when he's put on bed rest)

𖥔 — This is more canon but Phainon has very bad self-destructive tendencies to the point where he often gets hurt but doesn't even realize it until someone points out said injuries and will always prioritize healing others rather than himself (bro could have broken bones and be trying to get someone with papercuts healed before him)

𖥔 — He is very numb and desensitized to the sight of golden blood but regular blood does make him nauseous because it gives him bad memories of his childhood

𖥔 — He is not very big on alcohol he has a pretty moderate tolerance but he just isn't a big like fan of most drinks like if people invite him to go out drinking he'll go and probably order a couple of drinks but he doesn't actively buy alcohol for himself

𖥔 — In modern AUs he is actually a very good driver- very safe and reliable- the kind that drives with one hand and his elbow out the window and sunglasses on yapping away with the radio playing and you're always arriving to the destination on time

𖥔 — He is the type to wear socks with sandals and not see any problems with it his fashion sense is absolutely horrendous

𖥔 — As a kid, Phainon was a bit of a crybaby, but he grew out of such habits because a hero doesn't cry and needs to be strong for others so nowadays as an adult he rarely ever cries

𖥔 — Another modern AU talk about but he would be an archaeologist!!

𖥔 — He has very good eye sight and a very good memory often remembering the names and faces of everyone he meets

𖥔 — Speaking of which Phainon knows practically every person in Okhema he grew up in a "small" village but it was the kind where everyone knew everyone so the habits carried over

𖥔 — He is the type that will drop everything (nothing important obviously) to do errands for other people it doesn't matter how silly or meaningless oh you need a cat out of a tree? He's got it! A basket off the top shelf? Here you go!

𖥔 — The old people in Okhema absolutely adore this man he is their grandson the grandmas constantly will tug on his cheeks and fawn over him because he is such a nice young man that always helps them

𖥔 — The children also love him because he plays with them and takes all their problems very seriously he'll crouch down and nod along to their talks before reassuring them as the Deliverer he will handle any problems! He also will play games with them

𖥔 — He doesn't curse it's very rare if he does and this is an entirely subconscious effort his mother would scold him a lot growing up if he cursed (mimicking the other kids) so it kind of just stuck with him but he doesn't mind! He doesn't really see what's so great about cursing anyways

𖥔 — The type to text with a lot of emojis and images to convey his feelings/emotions or reactions (he loves using dog/chimera memes the most)

𖥔 — Phainon is a mobile gamer but he is also VERY bad at video games in general he can get very competitive but it's all for fun like "um guys why can't I move? Oh, I'm running into a wall? Haha I didn't even realize! Ok what key is it again…" like watching him play video games is physically painful but also endearing (he is very good at his little mobile games he would absolutely rock in candy crush)

𖥔 — Phainon strikes me as the type who didnt eat his vegetables as a kid and never grew out of that habit

𖥔 — I feel like he doesnt buy a lot of “personal” things because he doesnt consider himself to have a home anymore like yes he lives in Okhema but its not home so his room is actually pretty empty and he doesnt see a problem with it (its entirely subconscious)

𖥔 — He's allergic to telling people "no" especially when it comes to helping them he feels compelled to help every single person he can because he is the hero- the Deliverer the one that would save them all I dont know if I'd go so far as to call it a savior complex its more like a weight and a burden he feels subconsciously compelled to do and he does enjoy helping people to an extent

[spencer-todd]

Keeping up with the Waynes

Stephanie, to camera: Today, we journey into the jungle of the living room, where a creature known as a Wayne has been spotted. This particular breed, known as a Dick Grayson, is a very athletic species, and is primarily known for its loving nature and love of obnoxiously bright colors.

*bad camera footage zooms in closer as Stephanie continues*

Stephanie: This particular Dick-

*snickers erupt from behind the camera*

Stephanie, somehow keeping a straight face: -Shut up. This Dick seems to be enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet, and, as we can see, is asleep.

*Stephanie looks off-camera*

Stephanie: We now switch to an aerial view to get a better look at this rare and exotic creature.

*ground camera zooms up to reveal Damian, with a camera, suspended from the ceiling, over the couch where Dick is napping, by a rope-and-pulley system. Jason, hiding in the shadows in a far corner, holds the other end of the rope*

Stephanie: Great, great, that looks great. Can we get a zoom?

*Jason, only holding the rope with one hand, easily lowers Damian a foot or so closer to Dick*

Stephanie, back to camera: As you can see, this Dick-

*More snickers off-camera*

Stephanie, unfazed: -is completely unaware or our presence. This is a phenomenon scientists have labelled a "food-coma", which is a state of complete unconsciousness brought on by the over-ingestion of food.

Stephanie, to someone off-camera: Can we get a close-up of the face? Yeah. No, the face. The face. Yeah.

*Cass raises a tiny walkie-talkie to her mouth and speaks into it, looking across the room at Jason, who appears to be dozing off while leaning against the wall, still holding the rope suspending Damian mid-air*

Cass: Can't reach. Brother asleep.

Stephanie: There is no problem too big for the Wild Batts. Spencer?

*Spencer pulls out her phone and taps a few times before clicking it off and placing it in her pocket, fixing Jason's silhouette with a victorious smile. Across the room, Jason lifts his head and retrieves his phone from his pocket. His face is lit up by the screen as a picture opens. Jason's jaw drops and so does the rope he is holding.*

Damian, flying through the air: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

*Damian lands on top of Dick, startling him awake*

Dick, still half asleep: WASH? WASH HAPPEN?

*Everybody freezes*

Stephanie, monotone, beginning to sway side-to-side: You are asleep. You are dreaming. You have a teddy bear. You are sleeping on giant marshmallows.

*Dick's eyes flutter shut and Damian slowly begins to roll off his brother. Before he can make it, however, Dick grabs him and squeezes him tightly*

Stephanie, after a second: We now see that the Dick-

*Snickers*

Stephanie: -has captured one of the cameramen.

Damian, whisper-shouting: BROWN! HE'S SMOTHERING ME!

Stephanie: I'm sorry. The show must go on.

Damian: I cannot breathe.

Stephanie: Thank you for volunteering.

Damian: I did NOT volunteer to be smothered!

Stephanie: Your noble sacrifice will be remembered.

Damian: BROWN!

Stephanie, to camera: We now move deeper into the jungle, where another Wayne has been spotted.

*Camera switches to library, where Bruce is fast asleep, slumped over his desk*

[amnesique]

Friends to lovers with Conrad? Angst and then fluff at the end?

can't fight this feeling — conrad fisher

"get ready to swallow the dust from behind me!" steven yelled at you, taking off before the start, cheating, just so he could follow through on his threat.

you exchanged glances first with conrad, and then with jeremiah, pointing towards steven, disappointed. "did he really just say that?" you asked the brothers, raising an eyebrow, but before they could answer you, you took off after steven, running as fast as you could while calling after him —words not exactly beautiful—, while also making conrad laugh.

he was used to your competitive behavior.

he was used to your mere presence in his group, which used to consist of just him, his younger brother, jeremiah, and their family friend and so-called other brother, steven.

that was until you showed up.

everything changed that one evening in the summer, when the boys were on one of their usual walks in the amusement park by the seaside, and steven happened to bump into you and leave a little more of the ice cream from his hand on your shirt. as a welcome-to-cousins-beach gift, he said.

you impressed the fisher brothers by buying an ice cream only to spread it all over steven's face in front of everyone, even in front of a girl who had caught his eye at the time, just to get revenge on him. so they somehow kept inviting you with them until even steven got used to your presence.

now you were at a party thrown by nicole, and watching everyone having fun, nicole and conrad talking caught your attention. you rarely saw him smile that summer, and now when you did, you saw him smile at something nicole had said. you couldn't help but feel at least a little betrayed.

yes, it's true that in your group all of you were always just friends. the guys knew that if they were going to have a crush on you, it would ruin the group dynamic, so they shut down any feelings of this kind. but you didn't.

you didn't say anything to anyone, but since about last summer when puberty hit you and conrad —he started getting muscles and abs while you started fantasizing about him—, you saw conrad as more than a friend. and seeing him with any girl other than you bothered you.

without thinking, you walked over to where they were sitting and sat down on the couch next to conrad. "sorry to bother you guys," you said with a fake smile, thankful that he wasn't looking at her now, but at you.

"something wrong?" he asked you, getting slightly worried.

"could you drive me home?"

he exchanged glances with nicole, obviously not wanting to say no, but he also felt bad to leave her alone, and nicole noticed that. "it's fine. you should drive her home."

he nodded and you smiled at nicole.

normally you didn't have a problem with her, you even thought she was kinda sweet, you just didn't want to see her around him. it was normal to think like that if he was your crush, right?

no one said anything on the way to your house. but when you arrived in front of your yard and when you wanted to get out of the car, he locked it from inside to stop you from doing so.

"what the hell, conrad?" you turned to him getting mad, your hand continuing to pull the car door opener in vain.

"what was that?" he asked you, barely audible, looking at you like you were the most beautiful enigma.

you rolled your eyes and tried the car opener one last time, just so you could avoid being alone with him in a small space, with his full attention on you as much as possible.

"talk to me," he said sweetly, reaching over the car's gear box to pull your hand off the opener, and your mind had memorized his gentle touch on your skin. pulling his hand away, conrad said, in a slightly more serious tone, "if you refuse to talk to me, then we'll both sleep in here as long as it takes for you to be honest."

"the sky really looks beautiful tonight,” you purposefully looked at the sky through your car's front mirror.

conrad said your name in a very serious tone, raising his voice a bit, and you felt yourself becoming one with the chair you were sitting on.

“i really don't want to talk about it,” you whispered.

the boy raised his eyebrow, looking at you, and you noticed his eyes in the moonlight, looking back at him, as tears formed in the corner of your eyes. "is something bad? should i be worried?"

you smiled weakly at him, and he then noticed your eyes watering, and he took a deep breath, weighing what he should do next.

"i'm the one who worries that if i talk, it will become too real and i won't be able to back down." your voice was a little hoarse.

"you're scaring me," conrad said, and you realized that you really were making the situation sound somehow dangerous, when it wasn't. it was serious, and it was a problem for you to lose the boys, but you weren't in any kind of danger. at least not physically.

you in turn took a deep breath, building up your courage, but looked down at your nails as you spoke, avoiding his gaze. "i like you." he didn't say anything. no sound from him. you looked up at him, "i like you, and i'm scared of the possibility of losing you three if it's not mutual or if the boys find out and get mad at me."

conrad was looking at you with no thought behind his eyes, at least not one that you could read.

he cleared his throat. "why would they get mad at you?"

was that all he understood from what you told him?

you looked down again, picking your nose as you frantically ran your hands through your hair, trying to tuck it behind your ears. "forget it. just open the door, please."

you looked towards your house, analyzing several things at once, only to not notice how the tears started to fall down your face.

"open the door, conrad," you said again, pulling on the opener, groaning when you noticed it still wouldn't open.

"wait," conrad whispered, trying to talk to you, but you kept trying, over and over, so he reached out to you again, to grab your hands and lower them to your side, while with his other hand he turned your head towards him, and his heart broke when he noticed you were crying. because of him. "you didn't understand me," he added, wiping the tears from your cheek with his thumb.

"i have no way of understanding you, conrad, if you don't talk to me. you only said a few words to me, even though i told you what i just told you." you let the words slide slowly across your lips, drawing his attention to them. "you gave me no reaction."

and he had continued to do so.

you suddenly pulled away from his touch, forcing him to stay with his hands in the air, and wiped away your tears alone, picking your nose again. "they won't get to get mad at me because they won't find out. because what i just told you doesn't change the fact that i will keep my word," you said confidently, too quickly for him to follow. "i won't be together with any of you."

"i like you too," conrad said and your heart sank.

"you what?"

conrad took a deep breath, fixing his gaze on you. "i like you too. and i was stupid not to tell you that from the first, but i was lost when you told me that you liked me. it just seemed unreal." he was talking fast, almost as fast as you were talking a few seconds ago, and he let a smile appear on his lips when he said the last word.

"you do?" you asked him in a whisper, and you looked at him with wide eyes.

hadn't all your fantasies of the last year been one-sided?

he nodded, and you didn't know how to feel.

"i liked you from the first moment i met you and i saw you spread ice cream all over steven's face" he said and chuckled weakly, making you chuckle too. "i like you and i won't let anything stop me from kissing you right now. because god knows how long i've been waiting for this moment," he added and he smiled at you, but you were lost in his words.

"what about the promise we made with steven and jeremiah?" you asked, slightly shyly, with slightly flushed cheeks.

he shrugged. "steven and jeremiah never liked you that way anyway, they just had good eyes to find you attractive."

"you find me attractive?" the redness in your cheeks intensified.

he chuckled again and now your heart skipped a beat with happiness. he came closer to you, cupped your face in his hands, and whispered to you, "would i do this if i didn't find you attractive?" and he pressed his lips to yours, moving his softly on top of yours, leading the kiss as you were still processing.

regaining your composure, you kissed him back as well, making it more sensual as you wrapped your hands around his neck and moved as close to him as the gearbox would allow.

you continued to kiss like there was no tomorrow until you ran out of air, and you had to move away enough so you can breathe, bringing your foreheads together.

"was so worth it ditching nicole for you," Conrad said, trying to catch his breath, to kiss you one more time. having his lips being on top of yours had just become his favorite activity in just a few seconds since he had done it for the first time.

you smiled contentedly, being you the one to pull him into the second kiss.

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

Hi! For the ficlet prompts: For Tarlos: 🫶🏻 Breakfast date For BuckTommy: 🛏️ There's only one bed, and it's… a single (or broken? Like sunken down in the center or something. Whichever option sparks joy. 😂)

There's only one bed, and it's a single

A few weeks into their relationship, Buck wonders why Tommy still hasn't invited him over to his house. Somehow, they always seem to end up in the loft, apart form that one memorable date that ended in the 118's locker room – he’s still proud of himself for keeping his mouth shut about it the next day, even though his face probably screamed „ask me what happened last night“. Anyway, Tommy often just turns up at his door or picks him up from work and drives to the loft as a matter of course, and for a while Buck thinks it's just because he likes his place so much. It's tastefully furnished, right? And since he owns a couch again, Star Wars movie nights with Tommy next to him are much nicer.

It's just... Eddie had been so enthusiastic about Tommy's house, the garage, the dōjō; and Buck – Tommy’s boyfriend, mind you – hasn’t even seen a glimpse of all that. There are, of course, many possible explanations for this. Maybe Tommy’s a slob and it's always untidy (Eddie didn't mention this), or he's ashamed of his furniture (Eddie didn't mention this) or he's currently renovating (nope, not a word about that from Eddie). Either these made-up motives are as silly as they sound in Buck's head, or the real reason is him. Both could be true. 

One evening, after a very good dinner (it's perfectly acceptable to praise yourself, Buck thinks, especially after receiving top cooking honors from Bobby), it's time to grab the bull by the horns. 

“We're gonna sleep at your house tonight,” he says.

Tommy sets his glass down, blinks and replies, “We’ve basically just arrived at your place, Evan.”

"Right, but you’re staying overnight at my place about three times a week.“

“Didn't have the feeling that it was too much,” says Tommy with a wink.

Buck is melting away. This man has such a magnetic effect... But not this time, he swears to himself. He's let this slide long enough. If there's one thing he's learned, it's that problems should be addressed. This one isn't necessarily a problem, but it's a little oddity that has piqued his curiosity. And perhaps it also scratches his ego a little.

“No, I love it when you're here,” he says, feeling his cheeks flush. “But Eddie keeps telling me about your house and...”

“What is Eddie doing in this conversation now?” 

Tommy sounds genuinely confused, and he can't blame him. Buck takes a deep breath. 

“I want to see how you live.”

That's not quite the right approach, but at least Tommy smiles his adorable smile, which makes his face go all scrunchy. His answer, however, is not an exuberant “okay, let's get going”. Instead, he says, “That's sweet, but I'm rarely at home. It’s actually not that exciting.”

Somehow, it is, at least it starts getting annoying; Buck's curiosity is hard to tame when he believes he's discovered some kind of riddle. While it’s certainly exciting to see that there still are some things about Tommy that remain mysterious to him, his house shouldn't be on the top list of sweet secrets he holds. 

“I’m getting a vibe that you don't want me there, Tommy.”

“It's not like that.”

“Then what is it? Do you have any porn magazines lying around? Don't you want me to see your underwear drawer?”

“Evan...”

“Are there pictures of your ex-boyfriends on the walls?” Now Buck is on a roll. “Do you collect tasteless art? Is your house just too small for two people to be comfortable?”

“Evan,” Tommy groans. Wide-eyed, Buck glares at him, until Tommy finally exhales loudly and adds, “Yeah, it's too small. You're not going to give it a rest, are you?“

“My therapist says I should talk about my feelings. And there's no one I'd rather do that with than you, Tommy, and right now... well. Honestly, it's driving me crazy.”

“All right,” goes Tommy, getting up and taking his hand, ”there's no point in delaying it any longer anyway. Come with me. We're going to my place – but whether you want to sleep there remains to be seen.”

That, of course, was an even more mysterious answer, but Buck jumps to his feet immediately.

From the outside, Tommy's house looked neither particularly small nor large. The most remarkable thing about the single-storey, flat-roofed building was probably that it stood in the middle of a terraced housing estate in the suburbs. It wasn't an area Buck would have associated with Tommy, and there was probably a story behind it that he was eager to hear one day. 

Inside, it was just as unremarkable. This was the house of a single man who often did 24-hours-shifts and also had very excessive hobbies that made him leave the house quite often. In other words, a comparatively interchangeable place. Eddie hadn't mentioned anything about that either, he'd probably been blinded by the flights to Vegas and the garage. There were no photos of ex-boyfriends on the walls, no obvious porn movies in the impressive DVD collection, no tasteless art; there weren't even any potted plants, “I just don't have a green thumb,” says Tommy. 

“I don't understand why you didn't already show me your house,” Buck says, a little disappointed that he still couldn't solve the puzzle.

“Hm,” Tommy utters, and it sounds almost apologetic. He wraps his arms around Buck and adds, “You're here now.”

„Yes, and I forgot a change of clothes. You’re gonna have to lend me some tomorrow.“

“You're really determined to spend the night here?”

“You bet,” Buck says, his eyes roaming the room, ”show me your bedroom and I'll show you how determined I am.”

“Then get ready for a cold shower,” Tommy returns, taking Buck's hand and leading him further into his house. 

The door opened to another plain, rather functionally furnished room with a built-in wardrobe, a second door that probably led to the bathroom, a large window without any curtains and virtually no accessories. Then Buck’s gaze falls on the bed, and his jaw drops.

“Well, I told you it was small...”

“I thought you meant your house.”

It was the bed. A narrow, single bed. It wasn't an unusual place to sleep, of course; millions of bedrooms were furnished like this. Buck just couldn't understand why anyone would voluntarily give up the comfort of a kingsize when they were tall and beefy like his adorable boyfriend with the very embarrassed look on his face. 

“W-wait a minute. Is that why we always spent the night at my place? Because you’re sleeping in... this crib?”

“Hey, I like this bed,” Tommy replies, grimacing. “It's just not a good place for two. Hold on, what were you thinking, Evan?“

“Well, for a while I thought you just liked my shower...”

“... it's an excellent shower, I must say.”

"Well, to be honest, I thought it’s not that important to you."

Tommy looks intently at his face, shaking his head. 

“Did you seriously think you weren't important enough for me? I thought we had clarified that point by now. And for once, I'm not talking about the excellent sex, honey.“

"Which would be … not that comfortable in that bed," Buck says when the penny finally drops. “Adorable, Tommy. As if the kitchen table wasn't enough for us.”

“But would you want to sleep on it?”

“Good point,” Buck mutters. “We really can't both fit in the bed.”

“Gonna be tough. And… actually, I really prefer your shower.“

“I'll probably have to talk to the landlord about the water consumption.”

"Well, we don’t need to move together so soon," Tommy argues. “But you could help me buy a bigger bed, how about that?”

“Excellent,” says Buck. “But we have to be sure it’s too small for the things I’d love to do with you.”

He pushes the surprised Tommy onto the bed with a casual nudge.

“Fine,” Tommy replies with a grin before closing Buck's mouth with a kiss, ”but we're sleeping at your place tonight.”

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Thank you for the adorable prompt, @herrmannhalsteadproduction. I'm gonna need to skip the Tarlos one because I'm running out of spare time, but this was fun 😂❤️

[graceful-ashes]

I'm not even that serious about buddie but the other night a whole concept came to me. So I've just had a go at writing it. May have got a little carried away cuz it wasn't really supposed to be a fic.

Eddie and Chris move back to LA so Eddie can rejoin the LAFD. They move in with Buck, it's supposed to be a temporary thing until they get back on their feet. Chris has his old room but Buck has Eddie's so Eddie is sleeping on the couch. Eddie comes in to Bucks room one morning to get his clothes from the wardrobe, they're sharing because it just makes sense neither of them have that many clothes, as he's leaving the room he grunts in pain and begins to rub his back.

Noticing this Buck asks "Hey, you alright?"

"Yeah, just got some pain in my back." Eddie waves him off "It's nothing. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Buck is evidently concerned "'cause that's like the third time this week."

"To be honest, it never really went away." Eddie winces a he massages a particularly tender area.

Buck looks really concerned now and glances over to the couch. "Do you think it's the couch? I mean that can't be good for your back, can it?"

"Probably not." Eddie sighs as he looks at the couch in question.

Buck cups Eddie's shoulder to get his attention. "Maybe you should take the bed." He offers softly.

Eddie scoffs "What and have you complain about your back hurting, Sir-whine-alot? No, I think I'd rather take my chances with the couch."

Buck rolls his eyes. "Alright, well what about a blow up bed. I think Maddie left one here."

Eddie looks towards the living room area again, considering. "I dunno man, I don't think it's practical having that in the living room with Chris and everything."

"Well, it doesn't have to be in the living room." Bucks voice is gradually rising in the way it does when he thinks he's s solved a problem. "We could set it up in my room. There's plenty of space."

Eddie looks at Buck softly. "Would you be alright with that?"

"Yeah, of course" Buck responds like the answer is obvious.

Eddie breaks out into a grin, nodding. "Alright. We'll do that then."

"Yeah." Buck grins too. "I'll just go fetch the box." He hooks a thumb over his shoulder as he takes a couple steps backwards before turning and disappearing around the corner.

***

They take it in turns using the blow up bed and the actual bed. This being the compromise to get Buck off Eddie's case. Eddie certainly wasn't going to kick Buck out of his own bed, well, not completely anyway.

Eddie peers over the side of the mattress, looking down at Buck as he sleeps. There's something fascinating with him in this state, vulnerable but...peaceful. It's a rare thing to see Buck so care-free these days, he puts on a good act but there's always a tension there because Buck can't help but take on the burdens of everyone one around him - his desire to fix everything weighs down on him and in a job like theirs? Well there's always something. Though not everything can be fixed, not every problem can be solved, a lesson that Buck seems adamant not to accept. Which is part of what makes Buck, well, Buck.

Buck's eyes flicker open and settle on Eddie. "Were you watching me sleep?"

"No." Eddie scoffs, not very convincingly.

Buck gives him a knowing smile.

"You were drooling." Eddie tries.

Bucks smile widens "Uh huh."

Rolling his eyes Eddie rolls onto his back. "Goodnight Buck." He says pointedly.

"Goodnight" There's still a smile in Buck's voice but Eddie doesn't comment on it.

***

After successfully making it through a rather tough shift the 118 all head out for drinks at the bar. Everyone is in a good mood and the alcohol keeps flowing. They all have a few games of pool, Chimney challenges Hen to a round of darts - something he comes to regret when she thrashes him at it, overall it's a great night. When everyone has gone home except Eddie, Buck and Ravi they decide to finish up their drinks and call it a night. They say their farewells and part ways. Eddie and Buck stumble into the apartment as quietly as possible in an attempt not to wake Chris. Buck fills them a couple glasses of water and takes them to the bedroom while Eddie checks in on Chris.

"Man, that kid can sleep through anything, I swear." Eddie says as he pulls off his shirt and works his way out of his pants.

Buck chuckles. "And yet, he used to complain that he couldn't sleep through my snoring."

"Well it's certainly exceptional." Eddie smirks.

"Hey!" Buck lobs a pillow in Eddie's direction which he manages to duck from with surprising ease considering his inebriated state. Eddie just snickers in response and Buck rolls his eyes as he diverts his attention to pull back the covers on the blow up mattress.

"Hey so I was thinking..." Eddie breaks the silence that had settled between them. "The bed is big enough for two."

Buck's eyes snap up to Eddie's. "What?"

Eddie gestures to Buck's bed. "We can both fit in the bed."

Buck pushes up from his crouching position. "I mean yeah, but..." He eyes Eddie and the bed cautiously. "Wouldn't that be weird?"

Eddie shrugs. "Not for me." He nods towards the air bed. "And that mattress keeps going flat, think there might be a hole in it."

Buck looks down at the object in question. "I think you're right but I can't seem to find it."

Eddie's lips tilt in amusement.

Looking back at Eddie, Buck opens his mouth and then hesitates. "A-are you sure?"

"Buck." Eddie says firmly. "It's okay with me if it's okay with you."

"Uh y-yeah. Of course."

"Good." Eddie smiles and slides under the covers and then looks at Buck a moment before sliding his eyes pointedly to the empty side of the bed.

Buck suddenly snaps into action. "Right." He says and makes his way to the bed. He grabs the the comforter and pauses, looking back to Eddie uncertainly. Eddie just raises his eyebrows which seems to be all Buck needs before he's climbing into the bed too. They both get themselves comfortable.

Eddie turns to looks at Buck "Uh just do me a favour and lay on your side."

Buck frowns "What? Why?"

"'cause you snore on your back." Eddie smirks at him.

Buck scoffs and shoves at Eddie's shoulder "Ha ha, very funny."

Eddie just grins at him.

With the alcohol in their systems and a warm body beside them it doesn't take long before they're both a sleep.

When the morning comes, the only thing weird about sharing a bed is how normal it feels. Eddie doesn't mention it, much too focused on deciding what breakfast food will best cure his hangover, so Buck chooses not to bring it up either.

Later that night, when they both groggily make their way to the bedroom, there's a silent agreement that sharing the bed is their new routine. They tease and joke with each other like normal as they get ready for bed, and it just feels like the most natural thing in the world to climb into bed together.

There's also a silent agreement, however, to not tell anyone else about it. They're not stupid after all.

[sealofarchives]

Could you do a headcanon of the Rottmnt Leo of how he would react when he realizes he is in love with the reader? (neutral gender)

Headcanon/Oneshot: The slow realization of Leo falling in love with the reader. (Requested prompt)

A/N: Accidentally went with a slight oneshot but, hopefully this has what the request is looking for.

Insomnia won another night as Leo gave up trying to stick to a normal sleep schedule. Now scrolling on his phone bored from the lack of funny videos on youtube. And decided to try and organize the photos he saved on his device. Until he found a few photos of you two together.

Going backward from the most recent picture and then eventually. Seeing the first photo of you with him.

You weren't really one for photos so... Your face had a bit of trying to smile like what you usually do at awkward family gatherings. But, still had fun around this self confident red slider turtle.

A digital memento of the white lie of

"I was supposed to check out this place ahead of time but..."

"Naaaah, where's the fun in that!"

"Might as well hang out with (Y/N) for a bit so it doesn't seem like a boring escort mission."

His focus now taking mental notes at the later pictures where.

You felt comfortable enough to speak up about your personal space and sometimes not in the mood for a hug. Which he, Raph, and Mikey are guilty of giving surprise affection and very much took the issue in a serious manner.

Resulting in you sometimes out of your comfort zone and taking the lead when something has your full attention. The pictures almost being subtle examples where you can finally be yourself.

Memories of a safe and mutual trust built between you and the turtles' small friend group.

Even joining in on some goofy poses that he can't help but, tease you about it on some random night out.

His heartbeat almost stopped at a past video where he surprised you with a plushie of your favorite character for your birthday.

.

..

...

He saw himself blushing being pulled into your bear hug that almost choked him out of breath. While Donnie recorded the said video as the softshell turtle snickered at his brother's obvious sign of a crush. Leo gave a light glare at his brother until seeing the sweetest smile on your face. The video ending just as the blush deepen close to spreading acrossing his light blue mask.

He remembered how Donnie immediately went with a dating survey. The what type of person you date icebreaker. And a bit of payback of Leo stealing the second slice of your birthday cake.

"Totally not taking notes for your potential future spouse."

Leo facepalmed how much he had to hide any bit of jealousy to avoid ruining your special day. But, it stung hearing you laugh at Donnie's idea and going along with it. Thinking of it as a fun what if game.

Since you almost give the same attention to him. His snarky attitude is rarely at you with how often you're never bored by his routine techno babble. Along with how much patience you have. Dealing with two turtles who deny having some ego problems.

Leo lazily put his phone away on top of his bed.

With a slow sigh to relax his nerves, he replaces his sleep mask with a fresh light blue mask and stood up to wear a dull blue hoodie.

Holding one of this signature swords as he opens up a light blue portal.

("Sorry Donnie but, I'm not into the idea of sharing (Y/N) with you.")

("I feel more at ease with them by my side...")

("Even if I don't have the words for a proper heartfelt confession...")

("I know they can help with me with that.")

Leo held onto to his phone staring at the new phone wallpaper.

Just the two of you. Almost posed together like a couple while attempting to stay focus for a boring grocery shopping list.

He shook off the embarrassing feeling and will pick a different one later but, for now.

The instant text message reply of you still being awake at these late hours gave him another push to ask you out on an actual date. As he jumped through the portal to your room with no hesitation.

[barcalover86]

Can you do where they go to the club with aurora and her bf and she brings a friend and she like flirts with Gavi and the reader get jealous

Pablito- Pablo Gavi

"Just-please don't pay her more attention, she can be.. really difficult."

You were in Aurora's room, getting ready to go tonight in a club with Gavi and some friend of hers. You didn't mind at all, new people weren't a problem to you.

"It's ok, Rora. Really. You don't have to worry."

After a few minutes, Gavi came to his sister's room, took you, and then drove you to the club. You had to meat, Sara, the new girl's name, there.

You saw a girl, dressing in a very short black dress. She was really pretty and you were excited to meet someone new and make a friend tonight. That didn't happen at all.

It all started since she saw your boyfriend. She was always between you two. Sara was finding a way every time to touch Gavi.

You first didn't mind, thinking she is just a fan and after a while she would leave your boyfriend alone. You were so wrong, cuz every minute she spend with Gavi, she started to get more touchy with him.

"Doesn't she know he has a girlfriend and that she is right behind him!?"

"I told you, y/n, she is difficult sometimes." Aurora tried to console you, which didn't help at all.

"But you didn't say that she would be all over my boyfriend!?"

"I didn't know either. I'm sorry."

You had enough of Sara's behaviour and decided to go to Gavi, thinking that that way she would leave him alone.

"Amor, wanna go grab a drink with me?"

Gavi turned smiling at your voice and nodded quickly.

You grabbed his arm and guided eachother at the bar and sat down on some chairs.

"What do you want to drink, mi amor?" Gavi asked you while looking at the options.

"Something with alcohol, whatever you choose."

Gavi seemed shocked by your answer. You rarely drink alcohol, especially at parties and clubs.

"You sure?"

"Why, can't you think I'm capable of drinking it?"

"No, no-"

"Then you answered your question!"

Gavi was confused by your sudden moody, and he just thought that it was before your period started.

"But, amor, I don't think alcohol is good for you these days" he told you, knowing that it might not be ok to drink while being at that time of the month.

"Oh and why so?"

He didn't want to create a fight with you, so he just didn't reply and bought you some cocktail without alcohol.

You as well didn't want to make a big deal for it, so you took the drink without saying anything.

"What do you want?" you asked him.

"Nothing, really."

"Why?" you were confused. He was always drinking something. Soda, juice..

"I don't feel it."

Right after he said that, Sara came and hugged Gavi from behind. When he felt some arms around his body that weren't yours, he panicked and stood up, coming next to you.

"Oh, why are you running away from me, Pablito?" she said with that voice.

"Sara, enough!" came Aurora to take her outside.

"You are coming home. You know that he has a girlfriend, right in front of you, and you still flirt with him!?"

"What? I didn't flirt with him at all!"

"Oh, not at all right" you said, now really angry.

Gavi put your head on his shoulder to calm you down a bit, which helped you a lot. Feeling him closer to you made you feel comfort at any time, especially now, knowing that his arms were around you and not on that girl.

You've been jealous before, but now seeing it coming this far, made you really angry and frustrated.

"Ok, I'm only going home to prove you all that I didn't flirt with that handsome" she said while walking out of the club.

Her hands went slowly on her black dress, and she pulled the material up, everyone seeing her butt more clearly now.

Gavi closed his eyes in disguised at her gesture, while the single boys were eying her up and down. That girl was really stupid.

You didn't stay long either, deciding to go home. None of you were in the mood anymore and it was better if you would go to sleep.

"I'm really sorry, y/n." Aurora said after knocking at your door.

You smiled at her, knowing that it wasn't her fault.

"It's ok, Rora. It's finally over now."

"I know, cariño, but I ruined your night and-"

"Not you!"

"It still was my fault"

You made a face to her and went to hug her, saying that it was fine. After she left the room, Gavi came and cuddled with you.

"It really hurt me when she said to you "Pablito"..." you said it like a whisper.

He looked into your eyes and then kissed you.

"You are the only one that can call me that, amorcito."

You smiled at his words and kissed him again.

"Do you feel ok?" he said, still thinking that you were on your period.

"Yes, why?"

"Well...it doesn't hurt you?"

"Sara or-"

"No, no, your stomach."

You were now really confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Aren't you on your period?"

You started to laugh and shake your head.

"No!!! That was the reason you didn't give me alcohol?"

"Yes.."

You made a "awh" face and kissed his nose, while he blushed.

"I am not, cariño."

"Oh, thank God" he said before kissing your neck.

You started to chuckled, but eventually let him do his job.

"Let me show you that you are the only girl for me"

"Show me then, Pablito"

He blushed hard at the name, but still managed to show you pretty good that you were only his and he was only yours.

I hope you liked it!!

[lovelykil]

─Headcanons─

kyle x reader older ver.

hc; random

cw; slight nsfw ahaaaaaaaaæ

note; feeling so silly ⤵

Mostly wears sweaters to school kinda rare he wears regular shirts

I mean it is cold in south park makes sense

But whenever he doesn't wear a sweater

ohmeoww

he's tall and skinny with that slut of a whore waist

LIKE YOU CAN literally see it when he wears sorta loose regular shirts.

When you walk him to his house (you guys take turns walking each other home, and it was your turn)

You can't help but wrap your hands around his waist before he leaves to go inside.

"You looked like a cute whore today."

"huh"

"your waist," You let him go to rub his sides, he looks down at you so confused.

"It's so— you know why are so snatched?"

"And that's my cue to go inside my house, get home safe and text me when you get there. Bye." Kyle pushed you back lightly, being soo done with this conversation 😭

"But Kyle:(("

"no"

Surprisingly enough you guys sometimes text over night. Surprisingly because Kyle likes to sleep

He needs his "beauty rest"

as he puts it.

🙄

anyway nothing is good about what you send anything past 11.

giggling at his reaction because when you sent that he dropped his phone on his face from shock

after that there were many more incidents till he was to flustered to continue texting you so he finally went to bed

Not even in his sleep he could escape the horny

bro had a wet dream on accident

LMAOO

Woke up in a sweat, breathing heavy then looked down, removing the blanket off his legs

"oh god dammit." It was way to early for this.

He sighs, slowly reaching beneath his sweats.

Later when he starts getting ready for school and leavs his house to walk to the bus stop he stands by your side in the cold, with nothing said.

You took your eyes off your phone to look up at him, "you didn't answer my good morning text messages asshol-"

"I had a sex dream about us–!"

"... okay yeah good morning to you too"🧍🏾‍♀️

he just got a little nervous 😞

Ass slapping

importantly, his.

Alright hear me out pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

He will be doing anything like maybe making a snack for the both of you, washing dishes, walking, standing.. breathing

And you'll come up from behind him, rubbing your hands together right before doing the unspeakable.

He's always so surprised too 😭 also baffled

"You look soo fine right now, so does your ass."

"Y/n STOP DOING THATT."

"why"

"Because IT'S WEIRD"

You even do this when you give him a hug though you give it a light squeeze, laughing as he dies for a second

"Why would you do that"

"you have a cute behind? I don't know.":3

now you know exactly how bebe felt.

Now I don't see him NORMALLYY teasing about the stuff you say in bed but if you're doing it to him.. best know he's gonna do it back

"You're a good boy right? Can you do this problem for me pleasee" You tapped Kyle's shoulder, he put his phone down and very slowly turned to look at you with a LOOK.

"I'm a what?"

"Good boy?"

"Stop"

"Why" you put your finger down, staring at him in a confused matter. You could see his face blush a shy pink.

"Because it's weird" You raised your brow to his response, growing a grin.

"Really? Wasn't so weird last night when you were in a mess panting 'yes yes I'll be a good boy for you, please go faster. Y/n'

You recalled, bursting out laughing to his reaction which was his face turning red as a tomato, looking away.

"Awh I was just kidding you sounded so–"

"You're talking like you're innocent" He breathed, looking your way again seemingly looking like he gained some confidence to destroy you.

You immediately stopped laughing and closed your mouth as he smirked, his elbow resting on his desk with his chin in the palm of his hand.

"Hey hey–"

"Please tell me I'm your good girl, I'll be good Kyle." He reenacted, leaning back in his chair with a snicker, watching you turn into a mess.

"There's no way I said that you're lying"

"Oh you did though, you just don't wanna admit it. You sound so cute when you beg" He pulled your chair over to him with a teasing mischievous smile.

When you both have a praising kink

ANYWAYY

If you ever sleep with plushies, which there is nothing bad about it who cares I be doing the same they r so cute and cuddly

Just know he's jelly

He normally doesn't care though he'll still hold you close to him with the plushie still in your embrace it's like it's yalls child or smth

BUT there is a few times he does get slightly annoyed, he watches you hold that damn thing close to you, cuddling it sometimes even pet it

he wants that 👎🏾👎🏾

One night like late at night he had his back pressed against the wall watching you hold your stuffed animal while you scrolled some more before putting away your phone for sleep.

You yanwed, covering your mouth in the slight dark room.

"Okay I'm going to bed now, night" You rolled over to Kyle to peck his cheek before turning around, holding your stuffy close to you.

He watched you with a frown, not saying anything yet as he looked up at the ceiling wondering how a stuffed animal took his place 😞

You began to go into a light sleep, your shoulders rising slowly, Kyle tapped your shoulder growing needy.

"y/n." In a soft voice, he whispered.

You mumbled, still in between being awake and trying to sleep. "what.."

"can you turn over for me for a second sweetheart?" Maybe if he used a bitter sweet nickname that made you nervous you would turn over.

I mean he was right lmao

you slowly flipped over with your plush, opening your eyes tiredly. "yes? what ..is it kyle?" you muttered. He looked at you for a second then at your plush, scooting closer.

"I think it would be nice if.." He slowly started to take away the thing from your arms as you were half awake not really aware much.

"hm wha.."

"I took this.."

"my.. my plushie? what are.. you.." He pulled the plushie very carefully out of your hands to wiggle himself in your arms for a replacement plushie, which was just him

agghh whys he so cute

"kyle what.. are you.."

"shh it's okay baby I'm here" Once he was secure and in your arms he put his hands on your face, lightly pressing a soft kiss to your forehead then caressed your cheek slowly.

You mumbled sorta just not really caring at this point, you were tired asf but definitely kyle did NOT feel like a plushie

"where's my plushie, where'd it go..":( you whined, feeling around kyle. Your hands landed all over his face, pinching and hitting him all he did was quietly suffer.

"It had.. to go somewhere. But I'm here? Is that okay baby?" He grabbed your hand to put it down, telling you in a low hush.

You didn't say anything, staying quiet for a bit which made him very sad and regretting what he just went through to get here.

"Okay fine I'll go get your stupid stuffed animal." He huffed, starting to wiggle out.

"wait.. no..oo stay I'm so tired.. sleep now.. need.." you grabbed him back, cuddling him just like your stuffy.

oh my god how happy he was

"oh, changed your mind?"

"mmm.."

"just wanted you to hold me" He pressed another light kiss next to your nose, a little whiney and baby like the way he came off tbh

You brought your hand to his face to rub it some bit, opening your eyes despite you being so tired rn.

"ohmm.. you're so cute baby" you managed to say, even giggling. He smiled leaning to kiss you since he couldn't resist much longer. You lazily kissed back, trying your best to move with him.

"mmh, okay... sleep now.." you pulled away, shyly smiling at his doing. You hugged him tight to your body as he rested his head on your chest doing the same, smiling to himself.

That plushie didn't win tonight

"love you.. kyle you big dum..my" you petted his big hair softly.

"love you too sweetie."

[distortedblurs]

──  (  chase  sui  wonders.  24.  genderqueer.  she/they.  )  thank  god  you’re  here,  man  -  have  you  seen  JUNIPER  RIDLEY  LIAO  anywhere?  i  totally  lost  them  after  their  rendition  of  hot  dog  by  limp  bizkit  last  night.  no?  they’re  like,  aye  -  high  and  go  to  LANGSTON  -  i  think  they’re  a  SOPHOMORE  level  studying  CRIME  (DOING  IT)?  but  who  knows,  these  days.  all  i  know  is  that  they’re  DAUNTLESS,  IRASCIBLE  and  an  ARIES  .  last  night  they  kept  going  on  and  on  about  how  they  won  MOST  BURPED  LETTERS  OF  THE  ALPHABET  last  year,  which  is  cool  and  whatever,  but  i  just  wouldn’t  expect  it  out  of  them,  considering  they’re  so,  like,  INATTENTIVE  AND SUBVERSIVE,  you  know?  anyways  -  i’m  going  to  check  down  by  the  crumbling  abbey,  i  think  that’s  where  they  like  to  hang.  text  me  if  you  see  them,  okay?  bye!  /  as  penned  by  james.  26.  they/them.  est.

content  warnings  for...  familial  death,  grief,  alcoholism,  child  neglect.

student file.

full name — juniper ridley liao.

nickname(s) — june, at the very most ( junie is very poorly received ); ridley.

place of birth — albion, new york.

date of birth & age — april 9th, 2001. twenty4.

gender / pronouns — genderqueer, she / they.

sexuality — demi - bisexual ( but deeply repressed about it ).

major — crimes ( doing them ); a self - created major.

astrology — aries sun, scorpio moon, capricorn rising.

dormitory — their side looks like a tornado had swept through their belongings; a scattering of clothes both clean and dirty, empty beer cans and joint roaches, the classwork they rarely seek to do. the bed is never made, and the walls are adorned with holes from a board - less game of darts. the stale scent of cigarettes often drifts to their roommate's side.

interests — the  quick  -  release  of  adrenaline  after  a  bloodied  fight;  the  stretch  of  healing  skin  and  peeling  scabs.  black  coffee  and  bar  -  floor  cigarettes.  nicking  joints  from  her  classmates,  shrouded  behind  an  ear.  the  crackling  of  a  scratched  cd  in  an  old  car  radio.  starting  arguments  for  the  sake  of  arguing.  bribery,  if  the  price  is  right  (  always  the  form  of  free  food  and  smokes  ).  lying  for  the  fun  of  it.  fake  tarot  readings  and  wads  of  cash  stuffed  inside  bras.  stealing,  especially  from  college  parties.  evading  their  problems.  minor  arson;  vandalism;  baseball  bats  against  mailboxes.  being  right  (  never  is  ).  cars  &  her  part - time job,  the  only  one  she's  managed  to  keep.  stealing  shots  at  the  bar;  shitty  beers  and  cheap  liquor.  living  just  to  spite  those  who  wish  her  dead.

aversions — intimacy;  always  nerve  -  wracking,  always  confusing  -  always  a  trick.  ankle  monitors;  they  always  itch.  the  police.  her  family;  her  sisters  in  particular.  apologies.  begging,  pleading.  the  concept  of  fear  -  of  being  scared.  promises;  they're  always  broken.  sleeping  in  a  jail  cell.  the  consequences  of  her  actions.  stupid  nicknames.  the  faux  security  that  being  cared  for  provides;  as  if  it  could  save  her,  as  if  it  could  save  anyone.  notably  flinching  away;  a  habit  that  can't  break.  their  weaknesses  on  display;  vulnerability.  the  sour  taste  of  guilt.  hypocrites,  despite  being  one  herself.  nuanced  truths  and  straightforward  falsehoods.  the  definitive.  nostalgia;  nothing  good  ever  comes  from  it.

quirks — putting  cigarettes  out  against  her  tongue  like  a  cheap  party  trick.  picking  off  her  nail  polish.  aggressively  stomping  out  dead  leaves  on  the  sidewalk.  crosses  the  street  right  when  a  car  barrels  down  it.  entering  and  exiting  homes  via  the  window,  scaling  the  lattice.  a  maddening,  hyena's  laugh.  prefers  to  watch  someone  struggle  than  offer  her  help  (  unless,  of  course,  it's  for  a  price  ).  keeps  a  windowsill  of  dead  plants.

most played — when i am queen by jack off jill.

notable features — skin  littered  with  shitty,  blurred  out  stick  -  n  -  pokes  from  years  prior,  alongside  fresh  bruises  and  old  scabs.  hands  that  can't  keep  to  themselves,  either  fidgeting  or  balled  into  fists.  a  spattering  of  beauty  marks  across  her  features,  and  dark,  dead  eyes.

general disposition — arrogance  and  self  -  loathing  tied  like  twine  against  a  bundle  of  dynamite;  a  sneer  always  twitching  at  lip.  a  walking  BEWARE  OF  DOG  sign,  all  growls  and  snarling  teeth.

character study — kim kelly ( freaks and geeks ) & kat stratford ( 10 things i hate about you ).

public record.

everyone  in  their  hometown  knows  the  liaos,  even  if  they  wished  not  to;  they're  hard  to  ignore,  albion's  very  own  bad  omen.  a  family  of  criminals,  of  scammers  and  thieves  -  the  liao  children  born  in  quick  succession  of  one  another,  barely  a  year  apart.  in  love  with  themselves  and  each  other,  they  were  respected  in  their  small  circle  of  crime,  and  managed  to  evade  arrest  on  numerous  occasions.

familial  death,  grief;  no  matter  how  happy  they  are  -  it  doesn't  last.  juniper  is  the  last  born;  their  mother  dying  during  childbirth  -  and  juniper  becoming  a  blotted  stain  in  her  family's  lives.  if  their  grandparents  were  alive;  they  would've  deemed  her  cursed,  marking  the  end  of  their  family's  lucky  streak.

alcoholism,  child  neglect;  the  death  of  his  wife  strikes  their  father  hard;  the  oldest  liao  sister  takes  the  role  of  parent  as  their  father,  in  all  his  grief,  turns  to  the  bottle.  nights  are  spent  passed  out  in  his  recliner  chair,  in  front  of  the  tv  -  beer  bottle  just  about  slipping  from  his  grasp  to  meet  the  others  littered  across  the  ground.  he's  an  absent  man,  both  in  heart  and  mind  -  not  angry,  but  lost.

child  neglect;  the  liao  sisters  grow  up  raising  themselves  in  their  small  and  cramped,  grimy  trailer.  juniper  is  always  left  to  fend  for  herself;  they  blame  her  for  their  mother's  death  -  and  they  tell  her  that  much.  even  if  they  didn't;  she  knew  -  just  by  the  way  they  looked  at  her,  the  hard  glares  that  matched  her  own.  juniper  blamed  herself,  too.  she  grew  up  as  the  neighborhood  bully;  pushing  kids  off  the  jungle  gym  and  stealing  money,  biting  when  accosted.  always  claimed  she  didn't  care  about  the  consequences,  about  the  way  her  sisters  treated  her.  juniper  didn't  need  them;  she  doesn't  need  anyone.  she'll  make  her  own  goddamn  sandwiches,  walk  herself  home  from  school.  survive  on  her  own.  when  they're  nine,  they  run  away  -  and  when  they  eventually  return  (  not  so  long  after  ),  it's  like  they  didn't  even  notice  her  absence.  like  she  didn't  exist.

like  any  liao  before  her,  by  the  time  juniper's  in  high  school  her  rap  sheet  is  a  mile  long  and  filled  to  the  brim  with  petty  crimes.  vandalism  and  minor  theft,  underaged  drinking,  smoking  -  minor  assault,  no  charge  pressed.  the  police  know  her  by  name,  as  they  know  each  and  every  one  of  them.  it's  a  vicious  cycle;  commit  the  crime,  fail  to  get  away  with  it,  spend  the  night  in  a  jail  cell  -  even  if  it  has  to  be  the  next  town  over's.  they  never  learn,  doesn't  care  enough  to  -  because  nobody  else  does,  so  why  would  they?

they  drop  out  of  high  school  in  their  last  year  and  refuse  to  look  back;  they  hop  from  job  to  job,  anything  to  make  themselves  money,  anything  to  keep  them  out  of  their  family's  trailer.  tarot  scams  are  her  game  -  a  side  hustle  to  keep  it  flowing  as  she  hops  between  jobs.  none  of  them  stick,  mostly  by  her  own  design.

until  langston;  a  university  so  disreputable  and  just  close  enough  to  albion  that  june  can't  quite  call  it  running  away  again  -  but  more  like  a  breath  of  fresh  air.  breathing  room  from  their  family,  from  the  cycle  each  liao  is  destined  to  follow.  fifty  bucks  paid  to  the  shady  guy  who  lurks  behind  the  cinema  every  tuesday  night,  8pm  on  the  dot  for  an  ...  altered  transcript.  a  "proper"  ged  -  and  june's  gone  from  albion.  middle  of  the  night;  like  they  never  even  existed.  they  know  it'll  amount  to  nothing;  that  it's  years  wasted,  that  they'll  end  up  right  where  they  started  -  but  there's  things  june  needs  to  get  away  from.  escape  from.

personal details.

locally  known,  now  campus  renowned,  problem  child  long  -  deemed  a  lost  cause,  hopeless  to  help.  the  worst  reputation  amongst  the  trailing  pack  (  or  more  so,  duo?  trio?  )  of  sisters;  and  lacking  the  charisma  that  her  parents  had  in  their  youth.  a  cheap  imitation,  if  anything.  she  can't  help  but  cause  all  sorts  of  problems  on  campus  -  both  langston  and  palladian  -  whether  it's  vandalism  or  scamming,  or  just  picking  a  fight  -  provoking.  does  almost  anything  if  it  means  earning  a  quick  buck,  and  gets  an  adrenaline  rush  from  stupid,  dangerous  acts.  a  liar  and  a  thief.

quick  to  become  defensive,  and  even  quicker  to  anger;  fury  bubbles  beneath  her  skin  like  a  witches'  cauldron,  like  coals  being  lit  afire.  she's  uncouth  and  aggressive,  the  mouth  of  a  sailor.  is  always  expecting  the  worst  -  is  genuinely  surprised  when  it  doesn't  happen.  has  few  and  far  friendships  and  doesn't  know  how  to  manage  them  -  or  how  to  handle  kindness.  doesn't  believe  in  redemption;  but  tries,  on  the  rare  occasion,  like  it'll  erase  the  sin  of  her  existing.

has  never  pursued  a  relationship,  much  less  intimacy  in  any  form.  is  too  guarded,  too  on  defense.  takes  flirting  like  a  sick  joke;  becomes  confused,  angry  -  like  they're  taking  the  piss  on  her.  like  she's  some  sort  of  joke.  it's  embarrassing,  nerve  -  wracking,  and  exposing.  despite  their  outward  arrogant  demeanor;  juniper's  soul  is  laced  with  insecurities  and  well  -  hidden  doubt.  unable  to  be  close  and  personal  with  others;  she  always  deflects  attempts.

juniper  is  incredibly  blunt  and  critical  -  quick  to  point  out  what  they  notice,  or  believe,  to  be  weaknesses  and  weak  points.  never  thinks  before  speaking;  doesn't  think  very  much  at  all.  they  act  purely  on  impulse,  and  doesn't  often  worry;  acts  like  she  hasn't  a  single  fear.  she  does  not  have  an  intuition  against  danger,  but  is  surprisingly  perceptive.  notices  the  little  details;  and  uses  them  to  her  advantage.

a  part  of  her  cares  more  than  anything;  that  craves  the  intimacy  of  being  cared  about,  of  knowing  that  she  won't  die  young  and  alone.  her  emotional  needs  are  heavily  repressed,  buried  beneath  layers  of  self  -  destruction.  a  part  of  her  is  always  mourning  the  life  she'll  never  have.

is  quick  to  accept  a  bribe  if  it  benefits  her  -  mostly  in  the  form  of  money,  food,  or  free  illicit  substances.  her  loyalty  switches  to  the  highest  bidder,  whoever  benefits  her  desires  the  most.  she's  selfish  and  unkind;  bites  the  hand  that  feeds  until  it's  blood  becomes  her  drink.

most  of  her  belongings  are  stolen  from  others,  or  on  occasion  -  thrifted,  or  passed  over  to  her.  excellent  with  their  hands;  they  make  their  own  jewelry  using  trinkets  they've  stolen  over  the  course  of  the  years.  is  particular  to  house  parties,  mostly  to  raid  their  medicine  cabinets  and  closets.

desired plots.

enemies  until  the  end  —  lifelong  enemies  from  the  moment  they  met,  someone  that  juniper  aims  to  make  life  miserable  for  and  vice  versa;  they're  constantly  at  each  other's  throats.

a  vicious  kind  of  love  —  love  also  being  a  loose  term;  maybe  more  of  a  flirtationship,  almost  one  -  sided  due  to  juniper's  own  reservations.  maybe  it's  just  for  fun,  something  to  entertain  the  other  person;  non  -  serious  for  them.

tbd when i have time <3