#he is a uh. totally normal traveller. yeah definitely.

[hazele-omega]

Hello Tumblr I present to you a redraw of a piece from 2023, feat. Chaos (NMS avatar character) fighting a corrupted sentinel

I really liked the concept of the original piece and figured I should give it another shot now that I have Lighting Skills...

Original/comparison under cut

[lanalosty0uu]

⋆.˚ chapter iii: west end girls; east end boys ᝰ.ᐟ

previously on: 🕰️ BACK TO THE FUTURE 🕰️ He glanced at the customers next to you before turning back his attention to you.

“Go to the back, Robin’s there, just tell her I told you to get inside.” He simply said before fully turning his attention back to the customers.

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The backroom of Scoops Ahoy was cramped and cluttered, boxes of waffle cones and tubs of ice cream stacked against the walls. You paced back and forth, clutching the pocket watch that you figured still stayed on your pocket like it was your lifeline. Steve and Robin sat on overturned crates, watching her warily.

“I don’t know how to explain this,” You began, yourvoice shaky. “I was in my room... y'know, my normal, 21st-century room, and then, suddenly, I woke up here. Still in Hawkins, but in 1985.”

Steve snorted, crossing his arms. “Right. Time travel. Totally believable.”

Robin leaned forward, intrigued despite herself. “So… you’re saying this watch did it? What, it just zapped you here?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, holding up the vintage pocket watch. It gleamed faintly under the dim light, its intricate engravings catching their eyes. “I don’t know how it works, but it glowed, it vibrated—and then I was here. It’s not normal.”

Robin took the watch, turning it over in her hands. “It’s definitely old, I’ll give you that. But time travel? Come on.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’m gonna go with ‘she hit her head and dreamed all this up.’”

You glared at him, your frustration mounting. “I’m not crazy! This thing brought me here, and I need to figure out how to get back.” You reached for the watch, your fingers trembling. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

But when you tried to demonstrate, the watch did nothing. It lay dormant in your hands, its glow gone. Robin sighed, her skepticism returning, while Steve muttered something about wasted time.

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Back in the main area of Scoops Ahoy, you sat in a corner booth, defeated. You rested your head in your hands, watching as Robin and Steve whispered behind the counter. Their skepticism stung, but you couldn’t blame them. Your story sounded insane, even to them.

Determined to prove herself, you began listening to conversations around her, chiming in with tidbits about the future. You overheard two girls debating whether Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” was his best work.

“You know he’s gonna release ‘Bad’ in a few years, right?” You blurted out.

The girls gave you a confused look before walking away. Robin and Steve exchanged glances, clearly noticing.

“Or how about this?” You continued, her voice growing louder. “The Berlin Wall? That’s coming down before the ’90s. And don’t even get me started on the internet.”

Robin raised an eyebrow. “Okay, that’s…specific. How would you know that?”

Steve shrugged, leaning on the counter. “Lucky guess. Doesn’t mean she’s from the future.”

You sighed, slumping in your seat. You stared at the pocket watch, your fingers brushing over the engravings. “Why won’t you work?” you whispered, as if it would hear you and take you home.

The door to Scoops Ahoy swung open with a bang, making you jumped out of your chair. A curly haired boy wearing a hat blasted inside the room, a grin on his face and a walkie-talkie in his hand. “Steve! Robin! You won’t believe what Suzie just told me-” He froze mid-sentence, noticing you sitting in the booth.

“Uh, who’s that?” Dustin asked, pointing at her.

You felt like staring to that boy for a little bit too long. You didn't know was it just you, or his face actually seemed familiar.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Meet y/n. She thinks she’s from the future.”

Dustin’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Wait, future? Like, time travel?”

Robin smirked. “Yep. Crazy, right?”

"Hello? Earth to Ms. Future?" Steve waved his hand in front of your face, making you snap back to reality, just the right time when you finally recognize the curly haired boy completely.

"Are you... Dustin Henderson?"

Your question made Robin and Steve gave you a confused look, while Dustin just stared at you in shock.

"You... know my name?"

"Yeah... I recognize you!"

You began telling him that he's a well known scientist from the US, his name spreading out through the social medias. Not many people invented much great things in 2025 and just publish it regularly like Dustin does. You told him about one of his inventions that actually caught your eye, despite on you didn't even study about any science-y things back in school since you're picked all the social subjects.

“Okay, that’s freaky. How’d you know about that? I only sketched that out in my notebook last week!”

This revelation catches Steve’s attention. Though still skeptical, he begins to consider the possibility that you might be telling the truth. Robin remains doubtful but agrees to let you stay and explain herself further.

Ignoring them, Dustin walked over to you, pulling out a chair. “Alright, let’s hear it. What’s your story, future girl?”

You hesitated before launching into her explanation again. This time, Dustin listened intently, nodding along as you spoke. Well, at least someone's listening, you thought.

The air in the backroom grew heavy as the pocket watch began to glow faintly, its vibrations growing stronger. Y/N gasped, clutching it tightly as the glow intensified.

“It’s happening again,” Y/N said, her voice trembling. “It’s trying to pull me back.”

Dustin scrambled to write down observations, while Robin and Steve exchanged panicked looks.

“What do we do?” Robin asked.

“We figure it out before she disappears,” Dustin said firmly. “If we don’t, she might be gone for good—or worse, something might come through instead.”

Steve placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, his voice softening. “You’re not doing this alone. We’ll figure it out. I promise.”

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As the neon glow of Starcourt Mall dims into the night, you stand uncertainly outside Scoops Ahoy, your grip tightening on the pocket watch as Dustin rambles on about running tests on it. He’s practically bouncing with excitement, clutching his bike handles as he insists on taking it back to his “lab”, or just a cluttered setup in his basement. Robin, still unconvinced of your story, reluctantly agrees to tag along, muttering about needing to keep Dustin from “accidentally inventing a time machine.”

Your stomach felt like twisting itself. The 80s feel overwhelming, with its unfamiliar clothes, slang, and technology, and the skeptical looks Robin keeps shooting you isn't really helping. Steve notices your hesitation and offers a lopsided grin, shrugging off his Scoops Ahoy jacket to drape it over her shoulders.

“Don’t worry,” he says with an easy confidence. “We’ll figure this out. But first, let’s make sure you don’t look like you’re from outer space.”

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[fuckedupfate]

warnings ! making out . sexual depictions . sexual language . masturbation .

sam knew it was wrong.

he really did. wanting you. bobby's daughter, aka, completely off limits. but fuck. he wanted you. needed you.

his gaze had wandered one too many times. hid mind had travelled to the deep and dirty area one too many times. he had taken one too many cold showers. he spent restless nights tossing and turning because he couldn't get his mind off of you. too many nights spent thinking about how you'd feel against him. how you'd look beneath or on top of him. around him. how you would sound while he was above and fucking into you. how you would taste. if your perfume would linger on the sheets of the dingy motel beds.

god. get a grip.

as soon as sam and dean arrived at bobby's house, sam's eyes zeroed onto you. watching the way you were leant back against the counter in the kitchen, sipping on your coffee, wearing a fucking tank top and shorts. his gaze wandered and explored. He was such a fucking pervert...

thank god bobby didn't notice. he had been too busy flicking through the pages of a book and speaking at the boys about something about the case which was important. not that Sam was listening.

sam walked into the kitchen a few minutes later, using the excuse of 'needing water' to cover up the fact he just wanted to get close enough to you to smell the sweet smell of your perfume. and to, try to, get a closer, better, look at you.

"hey." sam says simply, grabbing a glass to pour some water into. He couldn't keep looking at you, or else he knows his brain would fuck him up. Would make him unable to speak to you like the normal person you are. But you were anything but normal to him. "is that a new tank top?" he asks, internally cringing and regretting it as soon as the words leave his lips.

way to fucking go, sam. real smooth.

you definitely find his topic of choice odd, but you don't say anything about it. you nod, letting out a quiet him in acknowledgment to his question. "uh, yeah. it is."

your simple answer, as much as it was nice that you didn't question him or say anything about his question, still didn't help his growing issue being weird in his head—and his growing issue in his pants. and it didn't help when you looked up at him. those fucking eyes. the same eyes he has spent so, so many hours thinking about. he was totally and royally fucked.

thank the lords he stopped that strangled noise from falling past his lips—he didn't want to be seen as a weirdo *and* a creep... even though he was definitely a creep. his breath did hitch, but you don't notice it.

your head tilts to the right ever so slightly, revealing the skin of your neck a bit more. putting it on show for his eyes to dance down to. fucking hell.

your brow then raises, a chuckle falling from your lips. "are you okay?" you ask, simply. but your sweet, honeyed voice, sends pulsations down to his lower abdomen and groin. and he quickly snaps his eyes away from your neck and up to your eyes. trying to make it seem like he was not at all staring and fantasising about you.

keep it together.

sam nods, letting out a strangled hum before he clears his throat slightly. "yeah—yeah. no. i'm—i'm okay." sam responds—not at all that convincing. and he knows he doesn't sound convincing, so he quickly adds. "promise. i'm alright. didn't get enough sleep." great excuse, sam. which.. well. it wasn't all that an excuse, because it is true. but he'd lie about why. he can't necessarily say that he was jerking himself off to the thought of you on top of him—could he? god, no.

"..right. uh-huh." you chuckle again, nodding slowly. very unconvinced. "sure."

"oh—fuck—" sam whimpers, eyes closing tightly as he tilts his head back, digging the back of his head further into the pillow beneath.

his hand continues to quickly move up and down his hard cock. his other hand coming up to cover his mouth before it rests back by his side, gripping the sheets of the bed. borderline pornographic sounds continue to spill from his lips, filling up the silence of the room which is only broken by the sound of him jerking off.

"please—oh my g—" he pants out.

he can hear your voice, right there in his mind. egging him on further. his mind painting the image of your mouth wrapped around his cock, head bobbing up and down, covering him in saliva, eyes peering up at him as you fit him in your mouth, gagging sounds coming from you as his tip hits the back of your throat. the wetness of your tongue and mouth, mixed with the warmth, is driving him crazy. and he's nearing his orgasm.

"fuck—just—just like that—" he groans, teeth clenching, and his hands movements quickens, driving him further, and further over the edge. building up and tightening that familiar knot he has in the pit of his stomach.

then it snaps.

a whimper mixed with a groan of your name falls from his lips—loudly. his sperm spilling over his hand and on the lower part of his stomach. he continues to ride out his orgasm, the image of you never once leaving his head.

you're now cleaning him up, licking the sperm off of his stomach. he groans at that alone. fucking—

he comes back to his senses. realising he's all alone in the motel room. and, despite it being something he's become accustomed to, it doesn't make it a little less disappointing when you're not there, and he realises that you were, again, a figment of his dirty, perverted, and sick, mind.

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[harrieatthemet]

A Sneak Peek

She doesn't have a title yet and this is a (smallish?) excerpt from ch. 1.... but I wanted you all to meet Anna. If you like, there's plenty more to come (:

“Wait what do you mean,” Isabelle shakes her head in bewilderment, “your stuff is… packed? As in, like, you’re leaving permanently?” 

“Originally yes, that was my plan.” Anna huffs, forcing herself to sit upright and take the phone with her, “I wanted to be out before he got back but this… I don’t know, like, it fucking changes things.”

Isabelle’s state of disorientation only intensifies as she shakes her head again. Anna can tell that she’s been caught off guard by her abrupt definitiveness. She lets it roll off her tongue so easily, without being distraught or reactive. The flat, deadpan tone of Anna’s voice is still holding strong. She’d delivered the news to Isabelle as if she’d already known, that somehow this was not completely blindsiding information that felt pulled right out of thin air. It’s only throwing off Isabelle even more.

“Anna what is going on?” Isabelle asks, tone soft and hinted with apology, “I knew you guys were fighting more, I guess, but not like this. It’s been that bad?”

“Uh yeah,” Anna states irritatedly, “I wouldn’t be frantically packing up my shit to try and avoid seeing him if it wasn’t.” 

Isabelle doesn’t take the hostility coming from the other end of the line personally. There’s a nagging feeling of remorseful guilt, though it’s fleeting, that tugs a bit on Anna. It’s not fair to snap at her like that, and it certainly wasn’t intentional. She’s not covertly trying to unpack her big feelings onto her sister, who’s trying to upkeep support however she can given how little she’s been told the past few months. There’s so much swirling in her brain, she feels like a headache is beginning to loom. Isabelle was just temporary collateral damage. 

“Totally understand why you’ve been laying on the floor for half an hour.” Isabelle digresses, “Was it the phone call? Was it really that bad?”

Anna realizes that the amount of information Isabelle is currently privy to is even more limited than what she initially anticipated. She hadn’t realized that, to save face and protect her relationship from outside scrutiny, she had deep-swallowed the animosity that had been plaguing her day-to-day the past couple of months. 

They’d been together well over 3 years and, by that point, nothing struck either of them as out of the ordinary. Bickering was normal, mauve even a bit healthy when tame. It never escalated to anything outside the realm of reconciliation. If it threatened to go that far, one of them always managed to sort it out beforehand. It just started to occur a little more frequently, here and there. Until it became nearly constant.

Before the phone call, there was the argument that paved the way for copious amounts of phone calls. The pretenses were the same as they’d been in the past; one of them neglecting the other, prioritizing their career more or entertaining longer nights out. She’d said he traveled too much during his time off, and his rebuttal was that she didn’t make more of an effort to travel with him as she should. 

This time in particular, though, neither of them took their foot off the gas. The yelling got louder, her tears came quicker, and he iced her out a little bit longer. Every reaction was visceral and borderline cutthroat, one of them trying to make the other feel worse and worse. It became tit for tat, and she had hurled something at him that cut so deep that, surely, it had permanently offset a dynamic in their relationship that hadn’t managed to bounce back from. 

“It was more than that one phone call,” Anna exhales, her lip between her teeth, “but yeah. Yeah, it was pretty bad.” 

A very forced, unpleasantly awkward truce had been agreed upon in the wake of their blowout argument. There was an amicable alignment on their differences, one that was sealed with a prolonged hug and an unsure peck on the lips. Anna knew right off the bat how badly it lacked any sign of genuinity, and she has to imagine Harry did as well. But his bag was already in the car and the plane was waiting. He never liked to leave the country if they weren’t on good terms, even if it was faked for the sake of their sound of mind. 

And, despite their best efforts to upkeep the phoney reconciliation, Harry’s departure for Japan only seemed to throw kerosene onto the fire. It had, quite literally, been three and a half weeks of absolute hell. The phone calls started nightly and, while it was a sign of good faith, felt mildly uncomfortable. She didn’t trust him and he could feel it, so neither ever knew what to say without it somehow leading to an argument. It’d start as an insult in passing, which cascaded into arguing, which ultimately ended in one of them hanging up the phone and Anna consumed by inconsolable tears. 

So then the phone calls started to come in every other night. Which, eventually, became 2 times a week. Sometimes 3, though that was painfully short lived. When his contact in her phone became a one-night-a-week occurrence, she had involuntarily found herself in a state of dread. And if she was dreading his call, she had to imagine he dreaded having to make it.

It was the big one four days ago that brought an altogether halt to the calls completely. Harry had taken the subtle accusations of being unfaithful on the chin beforehand. Though it lit a touch of rage in the pit of his belly, he refused to let himself play into that hand. But that night, Anna had been glued to her phone with a hollowness in her chest and a welt in her throat. While she had blacked out for the bulk of that argument, the shrillness of Harry’s booming shout through the phone was one of the only lasting recollections. 

She can remember the photos beforehand that had gotten the ball rolling, the same premise of the fights that lead up to the final one. All she remembers were the pictures of the model, the same one he’d said he hardly knew, walking beside him as if they knew every inch of each other inside and out. Sickeningly beautiful, dragging out insecurities Anna didn’t even know she had. The longer she stared at them, the more she could feel her skin starting to swelter and her stomach start to churn. Her vision went periodically hazy until his name appeared on her phone, replacing the photo she was previously honed in on. And while she couldn’t quite recount what transpired once she picked up, she knew nothing that ensued was good. Because that was now 4 days ago, and she hasn’t heard from him since. 

“I know things are weird between you guys right now,” Isabelle responds hesitantly, “but you gotta tell him about this.” 

“I know that,” Anna answers unconvincingly, “I will.” 

“This is insane,” Isabelle exhales in disbelief, “what’re you gonna say? Like, how are you gonna tell him?” 

“I’ve got maybe an hour to figure it out,” Anna groans exasperatedly, “and then I’ll just-” 

Almost immediately, her focus is stripped from the conversation at the faint sound that emits from a distance. She could kick herself for not attempting to make more of an effort to hear it the first time, because she can’t tell if her mind is just tripping her out or if she had actually heard the side door being slammed shut. People come in and out all the time, and she was almost positive she had at least another hour left. 

Instinctively, the pad of her thumb flies to the volume button on the side of the phone. The house is big, and the likelihood of anyone on the first floor hearing her whilst being barricaded in the master bath is slim, but it couldn’t hurt to take the extra precaution. The speaker is muffled against the bulky fabric of Anna’s sweatshirt, though she can still faintly make out the inquisitive shouts coming from Isabelle. She needs whatever silence she can scrounge together to determine who the distant noise on the first floor belonged to.

A few more clicks of shoes concur, promptly coinciding with a vague jingling of keys. She knows that if she got up off the floor and re-entered the bedroom, she’d have a better chance at hearing more clearly. But the sink hasn’t moved, and neither has all the things that are sitting atop it, so she doesn’t want to reintroduce herself to that yet. 

It’s when the distinct clearing of the throat ensues, followed by the sound of bags hitting the floor and mindless humming, that the presence on the floor just beneath her claims it’s rightful owner. It’s about an hour earlier than she was told to expect him, not that it matters. She was clear on the phone that she’d be busy upon his return; out of the house and out of his hair, as that’s how he seemed to want it last they spoke. 

But instead she’s sitting on their bathroom floor. She’d planned to be out with enough time between his return. That way seemed easier. He’d realize, coming upstairs to unpack his things, that her side of the dresser was bare and her corner of the closet was emptied. All her trinkets in the bathroom had rescinded and, essentially, whatever trace of her that rang through the house had completely ceased to exist. Due to poor planning and a bit of an unforeseen wrench thrown in halfway through, that was not the case. Now she was just trying to avoid the bouquet of positive pregnancy tests lined up on the sink basin above her head. 

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Sort of Halloween ask go

What sort of mythical creature eg satyrs, selkies, would the mercs be?

What Mythical Creatures Would The TF2 Mercs Be?

Hell yeah! That's such a cool idea 😭 Some of these might not be very well known because I wanted to pull some from specific countries for the mercs that don't come from America:)

Also, apologies if I mess up any folklore!

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Demo would be a redcap, I don't know, guys. I can just picture this man hiding out in ruined castles, creating chaos and staining his little cap red with the blood of his victims because he's a silly like that. Now, Redcaps normally can't be reasoned with, but if you happen to be wandering through Scotland, keep a bottle of something good on you and you might just figure out a way to make friends with him.

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Engie would be Mothman, I mean, I already think mothman is a very wholesome protector of sorts, rather than the omen of bad luck everyone thinks he is. Mothman doesn't cause bad things to happen. He warns people that something bad will happen, and I think Engie would totally do that! Engie also just radiates moth energy to me for some reason, like I think he really likes bright lights.

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Heavy would be the leshy. I think he'd be such a good character to be assinged to rule over the forest. The leshy is seen as a malevolent being, but is actually rather kind depending on the humans that it encounters, the leshy protects children more or less abandoned by their families, bringing them to a part of an ethereal forest, so I honestly think it's a really good fit for him!

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Medic would be an Alp. So I feel like Medic already cause a people nightmares, so being a German version of a sleep paralysis demon is very fitting for him. Also, with manipulating dreams and creating nightmares being an Alps main power, I can't help but think of Medic while researching the folklore. Also, also, some people categorize them as demons, and let's be real, anything to do with demons fits with Medic.

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Scout would be the Goatman, I think he'd have so much fun haunting one bridge, scaring, or just chilling with local teens who come to visit him, but then scaring the piss out of anyone who's serious, or just hiding away when someone with a camera comes around to prove of his existence. He'd just be one of the best suited (next to Pyro) to be a cryptid.

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Sniper would be a Yara-ma-yha-who, a frog like vampire creature, that, and I quote, "waits for an unsuspecting traveler to rest under the tree. The creature then drops down and uses its suckers to drain the victim's blood. After that, it swallows the person, drinks some water, and then takes a nap. When the Yara-ma-yha-who awakens, it regurgitates the victim, leaving them shorter than before." I have no other explanation for why this fits Sniper than I think it's funny as hell and weirdly in character.

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Spy would be the Dames Blanches, uh fem Spy mention!? Kidding, half kidding? Anyways! The Dames Blanches tend to lurk in narrow places, like ravines, forests, and bridges. While not being a benevolent spirit, if you come across one, it might require you to dance with them or help them. I think Spy would definitely find himself lurking on a moonlit bridge, requiring a late night dance for you to pass

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Soldier would be the Jersey Devil purely because from what I know about them, they cause absolute chaos, and Soldier is insanely good at that. Also, the Jersey Devil is incredibly good at scaring humans and is known for its piercing scream, I wonder if we know anyone like that. No, but being real, he'd be a great fit for the Jersey Devil, but would probably become the first proven cryptid, to be honest, he'd just be to willing to get near people.

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Pyro would be a Fresno Nightcrawler, like??? Have you seen them?? Especially fan art of them? Pyro could be twins with them, from the gaunt stare to the vaugly shaped body, I think Pyro might just actually be a Fresno nighcrawler that wiggled its way into a gas mask and suit one night. It probably wouldn't be the first time a cryptid tried to join the other mercs.

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OUGH, THIS WAS SO FUN 😭 another short and sweet one! I love mythology and folklore, so getting to look into it super fun! Did you guys know that I wanted to study cryptozoolgy before I realized that ot would tank my entire science career 😮‍��� oh well, at least i can always find a platform to talk about them on tumblr! I really hope you like this Anon! 💖

[wandering-tides]

Mmh.... I am on a fic hunt right now.

There was this chilumi fic I read wayy back- uh... A couple years back? It's been a really long while so I don't remember the name of or any of its tags. I don't even remember if I read it on Ao3 or on fanfic.net... I think it was on Ao3 tho? I... I think so yeah. Not 100% sure tho...

From what I remember about the fic, it was kinda about reincarnation? And it was taking place some 500? Or 1000? Years after the current timeline in genshin.

Like, whole genshin plot with the twins played out. Lumi (traveller) knocks some sense into aether etc etc (And uh, I think chilumi got married?). Things are peaceful for a while. Untill all their friends starts to age starts dying 1 by 1.

Childe dies at some point too.

It's just the immortal people left behind. Like twins and the archons etc.

Time keeps flowing, teyvat develops into the modern era.

And that's where the story is taking place. Where the twins are living together. The immortal friends like zhongli visits them from time to time.

Currently they are masquerading as totally normal and not at all immortal students who have recently uhh,,, joined the scheznayan(??) university.

Lumi ends up meeting childe- Ajax, after 500? 1000? Years. His reincarnated self who does not remember her.

Zhongli, I think?? Warns her to not get closer? For some reason? I don't remember the reason but I think this was related to the tsaritsa?

Lumi has childes vision from back then when he could still use it.

And oh! In the modern era, vision holders are more like an old myth and no mortal is really able to use elements anymore.

Lumi was also told to not let childe know about how she can wield elements. She doesn't listen ofcourse.

There are other people who got reincarnated too. Like Fischel, Bennet, Nigguang and others.

And uh yeah... That's about it that I can remember.

I don't remember the number of chapters it had... But it was definitely over 10 chapters.

And it wasn't complete.

Idk if the author continued the fic or if it's on hiatus or if it's discontinued or if it has even updated at all...

Or maybe it's already complete.

Either way, I would be really really REALLY Grateful if anyone could give me the link or even just a name of the fic. Or the author.

Anything

I have been trying to find it for SO long TT

[musubiki]

btw idk if someone already asked this but do they say ily right away??? do they hook hook up right away??? i need the deets

YOU KNOW THIS IS SOMETHING I SHOULD HAVE SOLID ALREADY BUT I DONT YET!!!!! i DO know that lime definitely wouldnt let a large amount of time pass between when they hook up and when he tells her hes in love with her (in either order it happens on the same night. now way hes gonna be regularly sleeping with her and still be like "but what if she doesnt like me...")

at least the version in my head i have right now, they dont get together until the post-game (after the main storyline)!! after the witch king is defeated and everything is FINALLY, for the first time since mochi became a witch, quiet and normal. (im putting the rest under a read more bc its a bit long, its just me rambling about what happens) ->

i think he would tell her during the little dinner celebration they have after the witch king is defeated. everyone is there, the witches and their guilds and sulluvan and even the merchant takes a night off to party with them (strange). mochi is outside with pom, pom probably scolding her again on "this is the way you shouldve handled the fight so all that bad stuff wouldnt have happened. you shouldve been more resourceful as a witch blah blah blah--" and lime has to come rescue mochi from poms scoldings. grabs the cat by the neck and gives her to coco (coco likes snuggling pom against her will. shes the friend that grabs cats and forces them into hugs while the cat struggles and meows)

so he stays out there with her for a bit (alone 👀), chatting about nothing. eventually he asks "So now what?" since they always had something going on. and mochi says "Now...we can finally just. rest. run the shop and help people where we can. normal witch stuff." and starts rambling about how theyll still do commissions and fun adventures and travel around and stuff but for the most part, everything will be normal and theres nothing they cant handle anymore. and after shes finally done talking lime just goes "...will you go out with me?"

(the woman was too stunned to speak meme). its a mix of emotions cuz theres a 5% chance hes joking but the look on his face is so serious. and its also not a total surprise given their very blurred line relationship but it still stuns her to hear him say it.

and in VERY tcwg fashion, of course somehow gets interrupted before she can answer him. coco or sulluvan or SOMEONE starts yelling from the house "HEY THE CATERING GUY IS HERE AND NEEDS MOCHIS SIGNATURE AND OSCARS ALREADY TRYING TO EAT YOU NEED TO HANDLE THIS ASAP!!!" and lime is ready to kill somebody. the rest of the night mochi cant get a second alone with him and every time they make eye contact across the table they both get flustered.

the next day lime probably had to report in or something and mochis groaning to coco about "Noooo i didnt even get to respond what if he hates me!!!" and lime stressing over "Was I too forward...? No way right..??" (hes not overly stressed. at that point hes decided to just be dedicated to being unapologetically in love with her. he has a PRETTY good idea that shed say yeah but in the off chance shes like "nooo" then he decided to love her anyway and just be there for her)

so as soon as he comes home mochi is like "Hey!! Lime!! so uh!! I just remembered I need to go hunting for ingredients in (insert remote getaway she has access to)!! I was wondering if you wanna!! Come with me!!" the whole time red-faced and fidgeting with her braid. lime, bag in hand goes "I'm ready. Lets go now." (pom is like "mmm adventures yum" and mochis like "ahah....just lime." and forces her to stay there)

when they get there (via mochis magic doorway portals), and lime sets his stuff down, and mochi is there stammering and red in the face trying to get her words out, mumbling like "Lime! Uh! About yesterday!! I wanted to!! Um!! Well!! I wanna--//"

and before she can even get proper words out, he grabs her by her waist, pushes her against the counter and kisses her. its one of those deep, passionate, hands-all-over-her kisses. and when he breaks away from her, he nuzzles her hair and presses his forehead to hers and tells her he loves her. he tells her EVERYTHING. how he thinks about her day and night, he misses her when he has to leave, he loves her laugh and her smile and the softness of her touch and the feeling of her warmth on him, and he loves the tone of her voice and the way she cares and does little things for him, and every time he looks at her it makes his whole day. and he tells her how just knowing her has made him a better person and he wouldnt be anything without her. and how hed love her no matter what or no matter how long or no matter if this is something she wants or not, hed love her anyway.

he gives her little kisses between each thing he tells her, and by the end of it shes crying (getting back to the thing i was talking about a few asks ago). she hugs him tightly around his neck with her tears dripping on his uniform and tells him shes loved him her whole life and was always terrified to tell him because she didnt want him to leave and she knows how he generally was with other girls who have crushes on him. as soon as lime hears the "I've loved you my whole life" thing though, his response is "WHAT?! THAT LONG?! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING?!!" and feels a tinge of being pissed off that he couldve had her this WHOLE TIME, to which she responds "I WAS SCARED!!"

and he smirks at her and says "God, you really are literally a scaredy-cat." and shes still crying lowkey so just leans forward into his chest and muffles out a "Shut up you jerk." and he just stares at her for a bit, stroking her hair and planting little kisses on her head, and asks "...do you really love me?" because hes still in disbelief and this doesnt feel real, to which she reminds him that she (as a witch) will always always always love him and never stop loving him for the rest of her life.

so lime kisses her again. and again., and starts escalating it because god knows now that he has the green light there is NOTHING stopping him from having her. probably lifts her up and carries her into the bedroom to have his way with her

(funny tidbit though-- they were originally gonna stay there for like a week because lime wants her all to himself for a while to get all the s*xual frustration out of his system. he thought once he finally gets to be with her then he would have a better grip on how much he wants her, but in fact it makes it worse. so they end up staying there for like 2-3 weeks and even then they had to be forced to come back because oscar was tired of running the shop by himself and they were fucking up the business)

[fillxsargeloverfan]

A Mystery Adventure Chapter 29

“Hmm…Good timing. The, mmm, V-Wave season is upon us, so I thought I’d slap something together, hm?” said Quagsire once we got to the Paradise Center. The board behind Quagsire quickly caught Dunsparce’s attention. “What is it? This thing?” he said. “It shows the V-Wavecast.” Gurdurr says. “The V-Wave…cast?” says Tepig confused. “What? You don’t even know about that? Hmph! Fine. Then I guess the great Scraggy will do you dimwits a special favor and-” says Scraggy. “Hmmmm?” says Quagsire.

“Eep! Er, no, I mean-I’d just love the chance to tell you all about it…Uh, for starters…the wave type changes every day. That’s no different from how the weather works, right? Normally you kinda wonder about what the weather’s gonna be each day, right? So any twerp in the know will check the weather forecast. Same for V-Waves. The V-Wavecast’ll tell you the wave types for the next coupla days. In other words…It’s like a weather report just for V-Waves. Oh, just look at the stupid board already, wouldja?

You can see the different types, right?”

“It’s true. Today’s a Fighting-type wave and…tomorrow’s Electric…and then Water.” says Tepig. “I get it! And since today is a Fighting-type wave…Fighting-type Pokémon have an advantage. Since I’m a Normal type, I’m always weak to Fighting types. That means that if I want to go out adventuring today…I guess I’d better be extra careful around Fighting-type enemies.” said Dunsparce. “But then tomorrow’ll be an Electric-type V-Wave! You won’t always have it so bad, Dunsparce…And then I’ll be the one gettin’ an extra shot of power! Hah!” said Emolga.

“Mmm-hmm. That pretty much sums it up, hmm? You all should, mmm, use the V-Wavecast just like that.” says Quagsire. Just than the ground started to shake. “Wha…What is that?!” said Tepig. “Up there! It’s gonna crash!” Gurdurr said loudly. We all look up to see a big thing headed near us. “It’s headed right for us!!!” said Emolga. “Eep! Run for it!” said Scraggy as we run as fast as we can. The thing then crashed and a Victini appeared. “Ta-daaa! Victini’s here!” said Victini. “Wh-what just happened?” said Tepig. “Well, if it ain’t Victini! What’s with the flashy entrance, huh? And crashing down like this…That mean you’re opening shop here this year?” said Gurdurr.

“Yup. Right here. I decided. Without asking. Lucky you, huh? V-Wheeeeeel!!!” Victini explained. “Gurdurr, you…know this guy?” said Tepig. “Sorta. Though it’s not just me. Everyone here knows him. He’s called Victini. He always shows up when V-Wave season rolls around.” Gurdurr explained. “And…what��s that thing?” Dunsparce asked. “That? That is my precious…V-Wheeeeeel!!! It’s the tool of my trade. Totally. Spin this right here and you can change today’s V-Wave.” Victini answered. “Wha-! Do you mean you can change the V-Wave type?” Tepig said.

“Yup. With my trusty…V-Wheeeeeel!!! You sure can. Definitely. But it’s all up to luck. No guarantee. And the…V-Wheeeeeel!!! Can only be spun once a day. With only one chance, you’d better not blow it. Nope. But if you make enough money, who knows? You could pick any type you like! Or maybe not. Find out for yourself! V-Wheeeeeel!!!”

“Victini! It’s been ages, hasn’t it?” said Virizion.

“Ah! Virizion! Long time, no seeeeee! You’re living here now. Obviously.”

“And you’re just as lively as ever, aren’t you? But…you know, the whole…V-Wheeeeeel!!! And striking a pose thing? You may want to tone it down or other Pokémon could get annoyed, you know?”

“Yeah. You’re right about that. I get it. I’m gonna stop. Absolutely. Maybe. V-Wheeeeeel!!!”

“Ford? And Tepig? Victini might seem a bit much, but…He’s a really nice Pokémon, deep down. He wanted to help out the Pokémon who are inconvenienced by the V-Wave…and that’s why he travels around the world with his V-Wheel, you know?”

“Yup! I go around and around the world! Around and around and around! And my V-Wheel goes around and around with me!” Victini starts to laugh. “V-Wheeeeeel!!!”

“Well, anyway, you should probably only use the V-Wheel when you really need it. In other words, only when you feel you absolutely MUST change the V-Wave, OK?”

“Yeah. You’re probably right about that. Ford! We can only spin the V-Wheel once a day, so…let’s think carefully before using it, OK?” Tepig replied. “Yep!” I said.

[saturdaylemon]

Actually I have too many thoughts about this for the replies so LET'S GO

The "virus"

Yeah, it's not actually a virus, bacterium, fungus, toxin, or parasite and it's definitely not a prion. It's a god's power masquerading as a contagious disease; the actual vector of infection is memetic. It's not unheard of for someone in a locked-down community to succumb to despair, go full zombie, and start a cascade that kills half the town.

This is probably Mindt's fault.

The general population thinks it's a "normal" pathogen, because it's not like Joe Average thinks about divine malice as a thing he can encounter - and theologians who look too close have a tendency to get infected. Or assassinated. Or assassinated by infection.

This is also probably Mindt's fault.

Ideas about the disease and its victims: it's not actually mutant rabies, but rabies has an interesting feature in the possibility of both "furious" and "dumb" states. "Furious" zombies are more active, attacking whatever they find in whatever ways come naturally (so zombie humans won't usually bite, but they will pick up rocks, sticks, and any weapons they knew in life). "Dumb" zombies are arguably more dangerous; they sit in one place until someone or something capable of opposing Vide gets in range of... some sense, then attack the source of good vibes. (This is how it was possible to keep Kura's remnant in a room for so long: there are absolutely no good vibes in Ku.) (Half the travelers are significant sources of good vibes, and are consequently Absolutely Boss at surviving. Like, more than usual in this world. Ever Elusive is a lifesaver.)

Trousseau's poison makes a good model for the "disease." Shortness of breath, tremors, numbness and/or shooting pain, disseminated blood clotting and inflammation of blood vessels, with blood turning black at the point of no return. Slow the progression from minutes to days and you get a passable zombifying pathogen. (After her first brush with Trousseau's poison/plague, Castti's blood is several shades darker than normal - the inflammation went down eventually, but the scarring stayed. Hikari and Throné also have some hematological strangeness going on, but less immediately obvious.) The zombies aren't technically dead. They don't need to eat or drink, because god power, but they do breathe and their hearts still beat. Weakly, slowly, but they beat. (So, uh, that flashback in Hunter and Apothecary 2? The man totally turned into a zombie. Nobody is happy with this.) Counting zombification as death, the mortality rate is yes. It's yes. Humans either die or turn, with a very small chance of recovery if given medical care. (Trousseau had the best success rate before... the things that happened.) (It was like 3 people saved out of hundreds of attempts, but still.) Beastlings have a slightly better recovery rate (1 in 50 compared to "you're pretty much screwed") and don't turn at all. If they don't pull through they just die instead of rising from the sickbed to eat faces. Animals usually die if infected, but a rare specimen will turn before that happens. (Mugen's horse is a zombie. It was the only one that would actually let him near it.)

I don't think the zombies would be called zombies in-universe; Solistia doesn't seem to have a Haiti. "Walker" is conceptually too similar to "traveler" for my liking either. Could be called "blackbloods" after the defining symptom (don't ask me what this means for the Blacksnakes. They predate the zombie apocalypse as a concept, but brand recognition is important), or something like Restless Dead or Mourning Dead.

The Moonshade Order

Re: Sacred Flames, I gotchu sib. Petrichor takes the Darkblood Bow from Roi sometime prior to the game's events, shortly followed by his thumbs and his life. The Toto'haha Flame is isolated enough to theoretically snuff without setting off the alarm bells, so that one's probably out. Arcanette gets her hands on the Staff sometime around the end of Throné's Chapter 1, but for various reasons I don't think she kills Tanzy with it until later. Tanzy is a major player in Agnea's story and it feels off to have Agnea 90% done with her journey when Castti is just rolling off the ship. Agnea "Don't stop me now" Bristarni is very much the type to keep travelling after her final boss but having her as effectively the veteran is weird. Arcanette doesn't know where the other two flames are. She knows Toto'haha, she knows Flamechurch (SHE LIVES THERE)... she does not know about Crackridge or Ku yet. If their Sacred Flame went out, Flamechurch would burn to the fcking ground. Town. Gone. Which is an interesting plot point, but maybe not one to start off with.

And then the Blade and Grimoire are dependent on the travelers' actions.

Meanwhile Mindt is dong some kind of heresy 100% speedrun, as you proposed.

On Lostseed: I remembered that bloodborne illness includes STDs and now I need to excise that memory.

There is a Zombie Apocalypse going on and Ori still doesn't get hazard pay. You can imagine how she feels about this.

The Book of Night

THIS FUCKING THING

This fucking thing is the largest single infection vector in Solistia, and on top of that it makes lucid zombies. Mostly asymptomatic lucid zombies. They develop the signature black blood eventually, but no other symptoms except occasional Cotard's Delusion. Which is exactly what you'd want brain-baking cursed knowledge to do! /sarcasm (This is another thing the characters wouldn't actually know - except Arcanette and maybe Claude - because of all the people who were infected this way, only Tanzy was otherwise low-risk.)

Night ability buddies (and also Hikari)

It's slightly implied and entirely possible that Throné was carrying the Darkblood Staff tied to her back (or something) for the entire exfiltration part of The Job. Which, uh. Yeah that sounds like a reason for Spooky Scary Shadow Shit. She's not actually infected - Arcanette is trying but Throné is so fast and crafty - but as time goes on / she levels up in game terms, she gets faster and craftier while dealing with the infected - to the point where she seems slow against normal humans and beasts, and her "it's what I would do"-based predictions grow uncannily accurate. And every night, her blood seems a little darker. (Basically, during the day, she's a totally normal human. Her blood is red, and she has to dodge zombies. During the night... less so. Zombies grow more and more likely to assume she's another zombie, meaning they either ignore her or shove past her without attacking - the smarter ones will try to include her in their formation and get backstabbed for their trouble, and her blood is black.) (That last part takes months to notice because blood looks black in low light anyway, but the party loses their collective shit upon finding out.)

Temenos is just a wee bit eldritch. Regardless of which theories you do or do not subscribe to, there is something up with this guy. One of the things is his faith. True Faith is not as common as religious piety, especially in these difficult times.

This is not entirely Mindt's fault, but she is not helping. She is the exact opposite of helping.

Doubt may be what Temenos does, but Faith is at his core. And that Faith can do some very strange things when pitted against existential despair made manifest. So an idea I had was that in a slightly stress-addled moment of frustration (in the last week the party has had to field three murder attempts by two different cults, somehow taken the longest possible route through a night event, and there was an unannounced zombie in the latrine of all places; he just wants to sleep in a bed) Temenos pins a zombie to the ground with his staff, locks eyes, and demands to know... something. He could be after any info, the important thing is that the zombie answers right before its heart gives out under the strain. Entire party like WHAT. "Hikari" in the background like "Bury me, he actually did it." (Temenos caught a mind's eyeful of Things Man Was Not Meant To Know doing that and made himself very sick. Fortunately he's pretty spiritually resilient and Castti is Right There. She's got this.)

Hikari has been exposed to the Shadow since basically forever, bro has antibodies for years and the highest base health. (Unfortunately for him, his blood type is AB+ and the technology to isolate antibodies doesn't exist yet.) Unless he commits ego-suicide by "Hikari" he's not going to turn. And, self-sacrificing to a fault as he is, he absolutely will get himself infected at some point... and basically sleep it off.

SO NATURALLY HE TAKES ANOTHER BITE FOR SOMEONE AND ALMOST DIES OF TETANUS.

And then there's the other guy. Haver of bad ideas and wrecker of shit. "Hikari" says things like "Paint the woods red!" in canon, and in canon most things have red blood. (He may or may not ignore invertebrates, plants, skeletons, and skinks of the genus Prasinohaema left to his own devices, but mechanically he can be sicced on at least three of those.) But in this story there are zombies with the defining characteristic of black blood - and a connection to the same force that gave rise to him, but "Hikari" doesn't give a damn about that part. So he might be more of a friendly fire risk here, even taking into account "mechanically, you can't target your own party." And his attacks are infectious because of course they are. We love to torment Hikari here.

Pros of all this is that even outside the Shadow's Hold state Hikari can sniff out uninfected survivors like a bloodhound. (Why didn't he twig that something was very wrong with Kazan? Why would he? The man's a tactical genius, there's no point in time when he could have been infected and anyway he doesn't look sick.) (Also Hikari has a massive betrayal shaped blind spot when it comes to people he considers his friends.) (Which is everyone.)

Cons? Oh, you know :)

Intrigued or possibly amused by the thought that whether Hikari pings as infected or not changes based on what test you use. Animals like him. He tried to walk into Flamechurch Cathedral and took himself out on the wards. Temenos had to piggyback him. (Throné thought this was hilarious, right up until she tried to enter at night and took herself out on the wards.) Ochette is trying to figure out why he drops like a sack of hammers and smells like dead skunk after pushing himself. Immobilized zombies seem unusually blasé about him walking toward them with a sword.

Six Degrees of Kevin D'arqest

Because like 90% of this is his fault.

Harvey (the bastard) has dissected at least one zombie in his time, much to the consternation of the entire university. Somehow he didn't get infected from this. Not that the Book of Night strain is any real protection, because it can go from asymptomatic to full-on shambler whenever Vide (or someone else with the power and knowhow, like Arcanette for example) feels like triggering it, but technically he can't catch the black blood while he already has it. He also experimented with the few zombie animals he could get his hands on to make Shadow-element chimeras. This proved to be a dead end; they tend to... sublimate. Or sporulate. One of those.

Lostseed is almost literally a ghost town. Almost. ...ghosts would be preferable.

There's probably some interesting stuff going on in Sai. Between general Hinoeuma conditions, the conflict with Timberrain, Masoud is there... how do sand lions react to zombies? Possibly by going out of their way to sink and entomb any they find. A lot of stories have animals be violently averse to any whiff of the undead, but an overstimulated sand lion is unlikely to be much help to survivors. -The Sai sand lion is like "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP" and trying to bury anyone that makes too much noise, but since it has a history of attacking the Mourning Dead people are accusing each other of hiding infection, which leads to shouting, which makes the sand lion freak out and try to bury everyone... and there's a war on.

Lemme expand on that: a lot of the wildlife has magic or near-magic powers. Trained beasts and lively flora could be some of the best defenses out there, especially since they so rarely turn. Toto'haha must be a very dramatic place. Beastlings have earlier warning of any infected, but there's a language barrier between them and the human colonists. Master Juvah adds "they keep turning into zombies and trying to eat my face" to Reasons I Don't Want Humans In My House. Cohazeh is there.

Do the Blacksnakes (and maybe some other crime syndicates) have a more legitimate front as zombie exterminators?

Book of Night infectees by Cotard's Delusion status: Trousseau: got it bad. Oboro: it comes and goes, but Ori's had to stop him from trying to embalm himself more than once. Harvey: status unknown, probably wouldn't care if his organs really were rotting. Tanzy: no problems here. Apart from the obvious. Ori?: very confident in being alive, has mixed feelings about this. Claude?: nope nope nope nope don't know don't care get him away from me Arcanette?: maybe, but she's chill about it.

someone's gotta hear me out here;

octopath traveler ii apocalyptic au.

it has SO MUCH raw potential, no matter which route you want to take for it.

soooo.... prepare yourself for a ramble on potential ideas. do keep in mind i divided it up by sections only after writing most of it though 💔

-- general concept //

i've mentioned the idea to a handful of friends, and most of them assume i mean an apocalyptic au placed in a more modern setting. that in itself is interesting and a whole other concept to explore, but what i've *really* been thinking of is one set in solistia.

at first, i wanted to use the stereotypical zombie virus. but when i further thought on it, that wouldn't really make sense in ot2's context. i mean, yeah, it could be a situation like castti's - but how would a mutated virus tie back to an overlooming shadow the same way trousseau's poison does?

there were a billion different ways to create or sever that tie. the virus' mutation could have been caused by the darkness, or the virus itself originating from a creature of it, or something else among the lines of that. i couldn't really settle on just one solid idea - until i remembered osvald's final chapter.

osvald's final chapter features people who are "possessed" by this shadow magic. they are unable to speak and appear violent to *some* extent. plus, after you're able to free them from this trance, they seem to be unaware of what had only just taken place.

in addition to this, while playing the game, you have a set chance of encountering a monster who looks *just* like one of the others, save for its darker palette and shadow-themed battle scenery. this also appears in ochette's final. and temenos' final, when that magic mutates kaldena into some sort of monster? AND the darkblood blade causing a similar instance with mugen?? ANDDD the dark akala/mahina for ochette's final???? and not to mention trousseau using "poisonous shadow energy" to cause fatal illness. the perfect set-up for a zombielike concept is literally all RIGHT there

-- hikari //

HOWEVER. using the shadow as a direct cause of it brings up a few questions that need solving. if we go with a "the last of us" sort of concept, where the people who are infected are *alive* but serve as "hosts," then what would that mean for hikari??? there's a bunch of different ways to explore that. would he technically be born infected and, therefore, have partial immunity?? if so, how would his infected state affect not only him but the other travelers as well??? i imagine it functions pretty similarly to the original curse, maybe with a few sickly symptoms?

i think one of the key differences with hikari and other forms of the shadow is sentience. with the people from osvald's ch. 5, they're reduced to just making animalistic sounds in place of speaking. in hikari and temenos' finals, both mutated versions of bosses have a VERY limited speech pattern and seem to entirely lose themself. in ochette's story, it afflicted animals. on the flip side, when it comes to hikari's curse, we have this shadow within that can speak and think for itself. while it is a possibility this sentience is limited because most (if not all) of what it thinks about is violence, it's perfectly capable of interacting with people (...if it ever wanted to without hurting them)

so...maybe it wouldn't act like the other infected whenever hikari loses control of it? but it probably still has a strong lust for blood. PLUS, being that this is set in an apocalyptic setting, being around violence is going to be an incredibly common occurrence. hikari'll have to be dealing with it. a LOT. i feel like at some point the other travelers start to notice that something's up, depending on which representation of the curse you wanna go for. like, if it's just partial infection immunity, hikari could be bitten at some point, start feeling a faint bit sickly, and everyone's grieving and preparing for his loss, and then...it just. doesn't happen. or, if you wanna go for something like the shadow being recognized as something similar to the infected, there could be an instance where hikari is struggling against it, and the infected they were in the middle of fighting charge toward him, set to attack, and— then they just walk around him, as if he didn't exist at all. this would probably act similar to the whole smell disguise thing in the walking dead or like the zombies ignoring the ill in world war z

-- throné //

the shadow's relation to the apocalypse would also raise a few questions for throné. for instance, if this widespread infection is marking the beginning of vide's return and the end of time, what would this mean about throné being a 'vessel?' what about her own blood ties to d'arqest (and the ones she shares with hikari)?

since throné doesn't have 1-to-1 interactions with her dark ancestry (the shadow), i wouldn't go quite as far as hikari's concepts. like, i don't think she'd be immune to them. buuuuut, as she was born as a potential candidate as vide's vessel, i can see her being better at handling the infected. maybe it'd be something like a heightened sense or intuition of their actions. there could be more of an understanding that's beyond just empathy of the tragedy. after all, these things are technically vide's creation, and she's not so far off from being considered one too. i wouldn't go off into fantasy land and say she can talk to them or something, but i can see her predicting some of their behaviors. if they ever try to sneak up on the cast, both because of her assassin/thief history and this trait, she'd be the first to notice them and spring into action-- even before they're actually near the group. it's like a feeling of paranoia except, most of the time, it's true

ochette could perhaps possess a similar ability (though not quite the same) due to the orign of the beastlings, and because of her being basically pure light LMAO. even vide couldn't find a way to corrupt her

another note- i feel like traveler stories relating to vide would be much more rooted in cultism than they were originally. you've probably seen films or shows of post-apocalyptic scenarios. cults spresd FAST. and, speaking of which...

-- the moonshade order //

THESE GUYS. eugh i both love and hate them sm i'm gonna throw them

anyway. so, in this version of what i'm describing, the only main world change is the timeline order. long story short, these guys managed to pull a lot of the big bad strings way back, maybe even before some of the travelers were born (glances at agnea) but i haven't fully arranged it out yet

ALTHOUUUGH, as we know, there are circumstances that were only capable thanks TO the travelers. (ex. kazan using the ku civil war to retrieve the blade). i think this is EXACTLY why vide has yet to fully return. maybe they've managed to get 2 or 3 of the flames out (i'm not completely sure which ones are possible and which ones aren't. i'd have to look back at it later... it's currently 12 am at the time of me writing this, so there's zero way i'm checking atm </3). in this csse scenario, i see this like a weakening on the seal, and hence, allowing for the beginning of the end to start

otherrr than that, post-apocalyptic, i see them functioning as a cult. ..well, they technically already are, but a more influential one. like, let's take kazan, for example. he would definitely use the apocalypse as an opportunity to 'advise' the king and general mugen. ...iiiin other words, basically manipulating them.

!! subsection about ku because i rambled a bit //

since ku's so war-heavy, after the kingdom falls (and, geographically wise, they'd likely be one of the last standing), i envision them having a survivor group ran by the royal family. kazan would use the chaos and conflict to paint himself in to a higher, more influential role in this group. as hikari would be pretty young when the apocalypse began, i can picture kazan becoming his mentor in this au. he'd probably speak to hikari and other people of ku about vide and the end of the 'cruel and ugly world' and such, and, because most people are willing to listen to just about anything in this stats of emergency, they start believing in it, too. maybe not as deeply as kazan, but it might influence them in behaviors or habits, like serving to only worsen ku's war-thirsty nature or people of the group beginning to adapt a more "ah, well, it is what it is. this cruel and ugly world will end soon anyway" mindset

also, on kazan mentoring hikari, this would definitely be another manipulation tactic. enough people of ku know about the curse (and, in mugen's case, about hikari's mixed ancestral bloodline) for it to be expected that kazan is fully aware of it. i wouldn't even be surprised if part of the plan was to use hikari to, at last, fully free vide. orrr, maybe kazan treats hikari as if he's vide's intended vessel? either way, this would cause much deeper rooted psychological problems for hikari. like...ku's violence meter probably went WAAAY up due to the stress and panic of the apocalypse. and then you add in the blackouts associated with the shadow within that he's not fully aware of until adulthood. and also a lot of the similar event sequences to his original storyline.

i just really quickly fetched a few small hypothetical concepts i sent to a friend about post-apoc ku late october;

" hikari's upbringing would therefore likely have a lot more of kazan's involvement in it, as well as all those bad behaviors.

ofc, just like he strays from his family's history of violence in canon, hikari often strays away from the path kazan tries to set up for him. he disagrees with all the violence and a good amount of the questionable behaviors clan ku exhibits

in facctttt

one idea i had for this version of ku, was that they sometimes keep others hostage for bargaining, torturing for information, cult-like related reasons, etc. but this would be pretty rare because ku would fucking murder most of their hostages

there was one scene i imagined would perhaps make a tie between him and another character (most likely partitio due to ku and oresrush's proximities)

in this case, lets say there's been a group near their area that they've been struggling to "sniff out," and they finally happen to find one of the members of that group. if this was as a tie to partitio, then this would likely be one of his friends - nikki, joe, maybe even alrond, etc.

young hikari realizes he's roughly the same age as the hostage and, ofc, feels super fucking bad. and hence sneaks out at night to bandage the captive's wounds and maybe try to free him

during that whole interaction, i imagine him saying something along the lines of "it's okay," offering out his hand to show the bandages and his intent to help, "...i'm not like them."

if/when he frees this person, kazan would definitely have the suspicion it was hikari and eventually find the evidence it was (likely through manipulating hikari to spill), and young hikari would get *a ton* of shit for it

to mimic a lot of things that happens in hikari's story, another thing i did sort of want portrayed was his mother's death;

but i thought it more similarly to a twd character, where his father clings onto a zombified version of her (and this could serve as another reason for the occasional captive and excessive bouts of manslaughter)

until, one day, she's found fckin dead. wound indicates a sword to the head and all. hikari personally felt a sort of peace with the fact, because he saw it as her *finally* being allowed to rest properly. he knew and recognized that the walkers were anything but human, and while they once were, the person they were before was most definitely *gone*. (hence he'd be the type to go out of his way to put an end to walkers that're trapped or hung, because he wants those people to finally feel a sense of peace instead of being trapped in whatever sort of hell that was. if the shadow was to have a big hold on him, it would also contribute to this sympathy because he'd *know* some of the hell they'd gone through)

....however, the rest of clan ku would *not* see it that way and treat it as an assassination. and that's another pointer to hikari that things around him are kinda lowkey fucked up

....and because of the way he viewed it, and him being young and not yet really knowing that view was VERY frowned upon, a lot of the clan ends up thinking he was the one who carried it out. henceee more of the shit hikari receives. the shit w/ jin mei would also be connected 2 this "

!! back to moonshade //

mindt may cause something sort of like that among the church, or be able to spread the word of vide under the disguise OF the proper church of the sacred flame. people are 10x more likely to listen to official clerics instead of some rambling lunatic, right?

okay i'm getting too tired to keep writing tjis it just turned 1 in the morning and i didn' sleep yesterdah. 😭😭. i MIGHT come back and revisit this if anything else comes to mind!!!! most of my thoughts have pertained to hikari and thr ku kingdom, so if this post somehow manages to pique anyone's interest at all, i'm really open to hesring any ideas you might have for any of tje travelers or ot2 chatacters! orrr any input about things i've already thought up. i really wanna find some way to implement ships into this too but i haven't gotten to think on it much. i'm personally a sucker for partikari, castthroné, and knightlight/crimenos. but also just relationships in general, like the close-knit friendship between throné and temenos. .....this is making me realize how much more thinking and planning i have to do 😭

ps i'm newer to tumblr so i'm sorry if the formatting in this is god awful💔. i wanted somewhere to rant about my silly little slow work in progress apoc au in the middle of the might and thought you guys would be best suited lmfao

[bakuhoes-dumbass]

Aberration - Chapter 2

MHA!Various x Fem!Reader

Thriller/Horror/Drama

Criminal!AU

Words: 1.5k

A/N: Yay, here’s the second chapter of my new AU! It’s a little shorter but I promise chapters will get longer as we go.

Warnings: Yandere Themes, Mentions of murder, blood, felonies, bullying, swearing.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of MHA, just this story. In no way does this reflect the characters, writers or VAs of the show/manga. MINORS DNI.

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Aberration Masterlist

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"Now, on to your next subject. Inmate 04, Eijiro Kirishima." You flip the page of your inmate profiles to see a picture of a red-haired man. "He is of a higher danger level, so make sure to keep your guard up. And for the love of God, under any circumstances…

Do not touch him."

Only slightly acknowledging his warning, you look down at your notes, eyebrows shooting up in surprise at the words on the page. "He suffers from Erotomania? Interesting…"

Aizawa nods. "Ah, yes. A very rare condition indeed, especially in males. The affected person strongly believes that another individual is in love with them. This delusion develops and persists despite clear evidence to the contrary."

"That's a very exciting find. I can't wait to meet him." Your eyes light up, quite intrigued.

Aizawa sighs and gestures with his head. "Follow me."

Kirishima's room was only a few doors down from Tokoyami's. Once again, Aizawa presses his hand to a key code and you hear the door unlock, following a buzzer. You slowly make your way into the room. It mirrors Tokoyami's down to the last detail, the only difference being a redhead was currently doing pushups.

He barely acknowledges a person stepping into his room, eyes flitting to your form and back to the ground. It takes him a moment to realize it was someone new. As soon as he does, his eyes widen and he springs onto his feet, slightly startling you.

"Oh! Hello there! You're new!"

You nod your head and smile at the red-head. "That I am. My name is Y/N and I'm the newest scientist at this facility. My role here is to get to know and observe you all to help further our findings for a cure." You choose to leave out the 'friends' part, as something about him makes you weary. You don't need anything being misinterpreted.

"Hello there, Y/N! My name is Kirishima!" He takes a step towards you but is suddenly stopped by a lower force. You look down to see his ankles chained to the heavy-duty bed frame, connected to him by quirk-canceling cuffs. You look back up to see him looking at you intensely, with a shark-toothed smile. "Man, you're really pretty!"

You swallow thickly, but keep your smile. "That's very kind of you to say, Kirishima. Now, if I may." You take a seat at the desk like you did with Tokoyami. Kirishima follows suit and sits across from you on the bed. His smile never wavers, making you slightly uneasy. You ignore it and turn to a blank page in your notebook. "Now, if you could please state your full name, age and date of birth?"

He gives you a chuckle and points to himself proudly with his thumb. "I'M Eijiro Kirishima! I'm 22 years old and my Birthday is October 16th!"

You giggle softly at his extroverted personality. "Ahh, same birth month as Tokoyami." You mumble to yourself. His ears perked up and his smile faltered slightly.

"You met Tokoyami already?"

"Hm?" You look up and smile fondly. "Ah yes, I have. He was the first one. A very nice young man."

You look back down at your notes, failing to see Kirishima's eye twitch slightly. He returns to his signature smile as you look up at him again. "And what is your quirk?"

"Oh, it's so cool! I can harden my entire body to an extreme. I can make myself a shield or a weapon! Pretty manly, am I right?" Kirishima wiggles his eyebrows at you, causing you to chuckle.

"That is definitely a unique one, Kiri." You, once again, fail to notice the way his eyes light up at the nickname, too busy looking down at your notes. "Now I see here that you've been charged with Stalking and 2 counts of second degree murder. Is that correct?"

"Yup! Although I don't understand how it would be considered 'Stalking', when she always knew I was around. She was okay with it, too! I mean, we WERE in love, you know." He furrows his brows.

You raise a brow and write down everything he says. "Care to continue explaining what happened? Why were you brought into this facility?"

Kirishima sighs and rests his chin on his hand, a dazed look on his face. "Well, you see. There was this girl. We were totally, completely head over heels for each other. You've probably heard of her, Kim Hyuna?"

Your eyebrows shoot up. Yeah, you heard of her. She is one of the biggest idols around right now, extremely pretty and extremely talented. She has millions of fans from around the world. You already can see where the direction of this story is headed.

He continues with a wide smile. "We used to go out on dates everywhere. To the mall, the salon, even to her dorms. We were so in love." His dazed expression turns sour. "Then that stupid boy shows up outta nowhere. He took her from me. He dared to take something so precious from me. So, I couldn't take it anymore and, uh, kinda killed them."

You watched him rub the back of his neck sheepishly, like the situation was no more than a mere broken dish he dropped on accident. You nod your head carefully, writing the last bit of information down. Clicking your pen, you look up and give the young man a fake smile.

"Well, that's it for today, Kirishima. I must take my leave, but I'll be back to run some tests soon."

Kirishima frowns and quickly stands up. "W-Wait, already?"

You gather up your notes and clipboard. "Yes, unfortunately. I do have some other patients I need to get to before-" as you go to stand up, your foot gets caught under the chair leg and you trip. You accidentally fall forward and into something hard. Looking up, you realized you fell against Kirishima himself, your hands splayed out against his chest.

His eyes widen, staring down at your hands against his chest, something shifting in his eyes. Before you're able to pull your hands away, his own reach up and snatch your wrists, holding them in place. A blush appears on the apples of his cheeks.

"Y-Y/N. I-I had no idea you felt the same."

Your eyes widen in fear. You attempt to tug your hands away, but his iron grip tightens into a bruising force. "Kirishima, I would advise you to kindly let go of me. Please, don't misunderstand the situation."

His grin widens, showcasing his sharp teeth. Red eyes bore into yours with a wild look. You hear the door buzz behind you and a flood of voices coming in. You feel a pair of arms reach around you and hands grip your elbows. Two pairs of hands each grab Kirishima by the arms and force him to release his grip on you. You watched two of Aizawa's assistants hold down a struggling Kirishima as you were forcibly dragged out of his room.

Once safely outside, you were spun around to meet the eyes of a fuming and worried doctor. "Are you alright, Y/N?" Aizawa's eyes travel along your body, doing a quick examination to make sure nothing was injured.

You nod your head and rotate your slightly bruised wrists. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little shaken up."

Aizawa sighs. "Didn't I say NOT to touch him? His obsession tends to solidify with physical contact."

You wince. "I know. This time it was an accident. I tripped and he just happened to, uh, be the 'wall' I fell against." You think back to the moment you fell against Kirishima. His chest felt almost rock solid, not like a normal human body would be. Now you're thinking that his quirk leaked through the cuffs and that thought scares you.

"Nobody said you were clumsy when you were hired," he sighs and runs a hand down his tired face. "There are still 9 other inmates you need to check with. And 6 out of the 9 are above Kirishima's danger level. Are you still up for it today?"

You shake out your hands and nod your head. "Yes! I am. A little scare never bothered me. This is my job."

Aizawa hummed in reply and flipped through his clipboard, stopping on a page. "Inmate 09, Keigo Takami. Mafia leader. He's a level 7 as well, but doesn't have delusions like Inmate 04 does. While he's very dangerous, he's a little more tolerable." Aizawa hesitates before continuing. "Er, minus the excessive flirting."

You sigh and flip through Keigo's information. "Oh goodie. Well, let's get this over with." You follow Aizawa to Keigo's door and once it buzzes, you enter the pristine, white room.

"Good afternoon Mr. Keigo, my name is Y/N and I'll-" You look up from your notes to see a half naked man with blonde hair and bright red bird wings lounging on his bed. Your jaw drops and you hold your clipboard up in front of your suddenly heated face.

Keigo looks over to you with his brows raised. "Well well, looks like we've got ourselves a new baby bird. How…" The handsome man's lips turn up into a cocky smirk.

"...interesting."

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[specialagentsergio]

side effects may vary

summary: An unexpected side effect brings you and Spencer closer—literally—when he’s prescribed a medication to help relieve his chronic nightmares.

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: prescription drug use, one small sexual reference, discussion of tornadoes (spencer gives a small infodump)

a/n: i wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins‘ “there was only one bed” event. when i saw the “medication makes someone sleepy” prompt, i had to take it, because this happens to me regularly lol.

word count: 2k

masterlist

It’s become a habit for you and Spencer: every Friday night you can, the two of you get together and watch a movie or show. It’s always at your place because he doesn’t have a TV, but he doesn’t mind—you have the better couch anyways. He thinks he could stay on it forever, especially on the nights where you don’t watch anything at all and talk for hours instead.

He made the mistake of mentioning this Friday night tradition to Morgan once. He’d questioned just why, exactly, Spencer liked going over to your place so much. Spencer hadn’t realized Derek was teasing him until he’d already come up with the lame excuse of your couch being really comfortable.

Morgan had chuckled. “I think it has less to do with the couch and more to do with the person who owns it, kid.”

He was right, of course, but was Spencer going to admit his silly little crush? Absolutely not. Especially not to Derek. He just continued going to your place every Friday, stubbornly ignoring the smirks and eyebrow wiggles sent his way from the man.

It’s one such night a few months later when an alarm on his phone goes off, making you both jump. He nearly spills the popcorn everywhere in his scramble to turn it off. “Sorry. It’s—wow, it’s nine already.” As usually happens when he’s with you, he’s lost track of time. It’s why he set the alarm in the first place.

“You have somewhere to be?” you ask.

“Um, no. I just…” he trails off, leaning forward to dig through his satchel at his feet, searching for the white paper bag he picked up from the pharmacy earlier in the day.

You don’t ask aloud, raising an eyebrow instead. It’s you providing him with an out—you’ll let him pretend he didn’t see it if he doesn’t want to answer the question.

He sighs, pulling the little orange bottle out, a prescription from the psychiatrist you’d coaxed him into seeing. “It’s just, uh… it’s supposed to help with, y’know… dreams,” he explains quietly.

“Nightmares,” you clarify.

“Yeah. That’s what the alarm was for.” He pops the cap and looks at the little pills inside. “To remind me.”

“We can finish this later,” you say with a gesture towards the TV. “It’s okay if you need to leave.”

He shakes his head. “She said to take it a few hours before bed. There’s plenty of time to finish.” Not that he cares that much about the show. He just doesn’t want to cut his time with you short.

“The bottle says it can make you drowsy, though,” you say, pointing out the little flap on the side of the bottle he hadn’t noticed.

“It won’t,” he dismisses nearly immediately, shaking a dose out into his hand.

“You can’t know that.”

“I’m a chronic insomniac. I’ve tried medication before. It doesn’t work,” he says firmly.

“If you say so,” you say, unconvinced.

“I do.”

“Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The words on their own typically imply annoyance or resignation, an insistence that the speaker knows better, but from you, all he can detect is amusement. And if he didn’t know better, he’d say your slight smile conveyed affection.

“Oh, I won’t,” he replies confidently, and takes the dose with a sip of water.

That confidence turns out to be misplaced.

It doesn’t happen quickly. You finish watching the current episode and he insists on another. About halfway through it, he starts to feel… different. A little… foggy and unfocused. Any movement he makes feels slow, and his eyelids are getting heavy. Try as he might, he can’t quite keep them open. He’ll rest them for just a minute….

“… encer. Spencer.” Something pokes his arm and he grumbles, shifting away.

“What?”

“It’s over.”

He blinks a few times, slowly reacquainting himself with his surroundings. Credits are rolling on the TV screen; he's about to ask why they look slanted, then realizes it's because he's slumped to the side. He pushes himself back to sitting, a delayed "oh" leaving his mouth. He rubs the sleep from one of his eyes, and catches your expression in the other.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything!" you protest but the little laugh punctuating your words gives away what he knew you were thinking: I told you so.

With a sigh, he begins gathering up his things, pulling his bag into his lap and untying his shoelaces so he can put them back on.

“What are you doing?" you ask.

"Um, going home?"

"You can't ride the Metro like this," you say. "You're half asleep."

He tries and fails to suppress a yawn, but still insists, "I'll be fine."

"Spencer, I don't like you riding the Metro this late even when you're totally lucid. You know that."

He does. You often express such worries on your Friday nights, offering to let him stay with you. He always declines. Your couch may be comfortable when he's sitting, but it's not long enough for his legs horizontally.

He also worries about what he might say in his sleep. He's been playfully teased by team members often enough already. The last thing he wants is to ruin your friendship by expressing his feelings for you in his sleep.

He's got one shoe on and is about to put on the other, but you snatch it away. "Hey."

"No,” you say firmly. "You're staying here tonight."

"(Y/N)--"

"Take your shoe off." You flip the TV off, stand, and stretch. "And come to bed."

His mouth drops open a little. Come to bed. Did he really just hear that? You say it like it's the most natural thing. It sounds so...domestic.

He really likes it.

His eyes follow you as you walk to your bedroom. You stop in the doorway and look back to him. "Come on."

He's in a bit of a daze as he walks towards you, not realizing he's still wearing one shoe for a few steps. He clumsily kicks it off, then follows you through the bedroom door and into the adjoining bathroom, where you provide him with a spare toothbrush.

Normally he wouldn't want to share toothpaste with someone. He's even refused to do so a few times on cases when his little travel-sized tube has run out, instead going down to the front desk of whatever place they're staying at for a replacement, no matter how tired he is. But tonight he doesn't even think twice, just takes the tube when you pass it to him. It simply feels...normal, as if you and him do this every night before bed.

I could get used to this.

Spencer's still a little groggy from the medication, so it isn't until he’s standing in the bedroom that he realizes that there’s a problem. "There's only one bed."

"Um, yeah," you reply. "What, did you think I had bunk beds?"

"No, I just..." He's not sure how to explain it when you're pulling back the covers like it’s any other night. "There's one bed... and two of us."

"That's correct. It's a queen. It's made for two people," you point out. You sit down on one side, then pat your hand on the other.

He slowly approaches the bed, but hesitates, twisting his fingers a little. Your expression shifts, and he blinks. Surely that's not a look of disappointment he's seeing?

Your voice is quiet when you speak. "Spencer, if you don't want to share a bed with me, you can just say it."

"What? No!" he exclaims. "That—that's not it at all."

"Okay, then, what is it?"

"The opposite,” he says with a nervous laugh. “I can't believe you want to share a bed with me."

"Why wouldn't I?" You say it so simply; he can hardly believe it.

"Well, because I'm... me," is the reply he comes up with. "I'm annoying, and I talk too much, and my limbs are all long and weird--"

"I don't think you're annoying, Spencer," you interrupt. "We wouldn't be friends if I did."

"Oh. I guess... I guess that's true. But my arms and legs--”

"Are fine,” you reassure.

“I…” He’s a little too out of it still to think of something else. “Well, okay.”

“Since that settled..." You smile up at him. "Would you get into bed?"

He can't help but smile back. "Okay."

You both settle in. Right before you turn off the light, he speaks again. "I talk in my sleep," he says quickly, heat rising to his cheeks. "Just thought you should know.

"So I'm gonna get your fun facts in the night, too?" you ask, the corner of your mouth turning up.

"Maybe." He fiddles with the collar of his shirt. "Derek says every night is a toss up between that or gibberish…”

You laugh. "Noted."

You turn the lights off and silence falls over the room as you both find comfortable positions. The medication definitely hasn't worn off; sleep is quickly approaching him again. He feels a light touch on his arm. It trails down to his wrist. A slight pause, then you're sliding your hand into his. On instinct he winds his fingers through yours. He hears a content sigh right before he drifts off.

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Morning light spilling through the curtains wakes him up. He takes in a deep breath and stretches. He feels amazingly well rested; more than he has in a long time. And he had the best dream about you….

Spencer rolls over, then jumps a little—you're right there next to him, awake and looking at him with a soft expression.

"So it wasn't a dream," he says aloud.

You smile. "No, it wasn't.”

"We slept in the same bed," he says, dumbstruck.

"We did."

"You... held my hand?"

A nod and a bashful smile. “I did."

"Huh." He's quiet as he processes this and gathers his memories together. There's a question that comes to mind, but he doesn't know if he’s brave enough to voice it. Instead, he asks, "Did I sleep talk?"

"You did," you reply. "You told me the widest recorded tornado was 2.6 miles wide."

"The 2013 El Reno tornado," he says automatically. "It’s also the second most powerful tornado recorded. It occurred on May 31 of that year. Though it officially ranks as the widest tornado on record, current Doppler estimates of the 1999 Mullhall, Oklahoma tornado indicate that it may have been 4.3 miles wide."

You blink. "That's terrifying."

Spencer winces. "Sorry."

"It's okay." You hesitate a little, biting your lower lip, then slowly reach out and take his hand. Again, his fingers thread through yours perfectly.

He looks down at your joined hands, then back at you. His question from before returns. "What does this mean?" he asks quietly.

"It means..." You take a deep breath. "I like you.”

He frowns. "I know that. That's why we're friends."

"That's not what I meant." You squeeze his hand as if to remind him that you're holding it. "I meant that I like you as more than a friend."

His eyebrows shoot up. “Really?" he squeaks.

"Really," you confirm. "If you don't feel the same, I understa--”

You're cut off by him leaning forward and pressing the lightest little kiss on your lips.

"I like you as more than a friend, too," he says softly.

You give him the most wonderful smile. "Then get back here and kiss me properly."

Spencer obliges. He's never cared less about morning breath.

You scoot closer to him when you break apart and push his limbs around slightly to get into an embrace. "Finally," you murmur into the skin of his neck.

The sensation makes him shiver. “What do you mean?"

"I’ve been trying to get you into my bed for weeks."

He nearly chokes on his own sharp inhale. "I—what?"

"Not like that," you clarify. "I just wanted a good opportunity to confess. I figured you'd be too comfy in bed to run off right after I told you."

“You think I'd run off on you?"

You shrug. “You tend to remove yourself from a situation if your feelings get too intense. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but in this case, it’s the last thing I wanted to happen, you know?”

"Yeah, I get that,” he says. "I promise not to do it with you, though. About anything.”

You lift your head to look him in the eyes. “Kiss me again."

Spencer does.

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[mercy-burning]

Pretty Please

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader hears something surprising from her next door neighbor, and it throws her off. Category: Smut 18+ (masturbation, thigh riding, penetrative sex, oral sex-male and female receiving, semi-rough sex, dom!Spencer) Word Count: 6.9k Warnings: Nothing except the smut listed above and strong language. As always, if there’s anything I missed, let me know what I should include in the warnings! I want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!

PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / EPILOGUE

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There's no way she heard that right.

In fact, she was pretty sure she'd made it up. She was tired, delirious, and she'd only imagined hearing what she heard.

Right?

Just to be sure, Y/N sat up in bed, put her ear against the wall just above the headboard, and listened, concentrating as hard as she could to confirm or deny.

And sure enough, the next thing she heard was, "Fuck, yes!"

It was muffled, definitely not as loud as it could have been, but if things continued the way she thought they would, it was going to get louder. Unless, of course, her neighbor was mindful, knowing that someone could probably hear what was going on. Though, for some reason Y/N doubted that.

Just to be extra sure what was happening, she stayed glued to the wall, listening carefully.

There was some muffled movement, but it could have been just about anything. Nonetheless, her heart was beating so fast, and it beat even faster when she heard what came next.

A loud female moan, unmistakable and utterly pornographic, made Y/N close her eyes immediately, her heart practically jumping out of her chest. Her first thought was Okay, he's watching porn. Everyone does that. Not without headphones, but it's completely normal and I should stop eavesdropping and go about my own life because this is an invasion of privacy.

Her second thought was ...Oh.

Because she was dead wrong.

The next thing that sounded through the walls was, "Yes, Spencer, just like that!"

Y/N's eyes shot open and she almost had a heart attack.

Her next thought was Good for him...

She and her neighbor hadn't really gotten to know each other that well. All she knew was that he had a job that kept him away from home quite a bit, either from travel or just late nights. He was shy and rarely talked to her when they met in the halls or in the parking garage, or even in the laundry room. Which is why it was so surprising to Y/N that he was having sex—and decent sex at that, from what she could hear—right next door.

Not that it would have been impossible for him to get it, of course. He was hot as hell, and it shouldn't have surprised Y/N as much as it did that she was hearing what she was hearing. It had just never happened before.

She was about to let it be, glad that her neighbor seemed to be having some fun, and it truly wasn't any of her business what he decided to do in his spare time. Though, the next thing she heard sent her into a tailspin.

"You like that, baby? You like when I hold you down and fuck you?"

Y/N almost hit her head against the wall. Instinctually her legs crossed, as if it would prevent her from being turned on. Which was stupid, considering every nerve in her body was on fire hearing those words come from Spencer Reid's mouth.

No fucking way, Y/N thought, slowly shifting her position on the bed.

It was a stupid idea. Probably one of the dumbest things she's ever done. But she closed her eyes, and as the woman's moans became louder through the walls, every slap of skin on skin getting louder with them, Y/N's right hand drifted under the waistband of her panties and got to work.

She couldn't help imagining what was going on. And it was rare that she could get off on just imagination alone, but this time she had the helpful addition of sound to aid her. Every time the woman moaned Spencer's name, she moved her fingers faster, alternating between rubbing her clit and completely fingering herself. And sometimes Y/N would make inevitable tiny whimpers of her own, careful not to give herself away.

She was almost to her climax when she heard it. The thing that pushed her over the edge.

"Fuck, you take it so well, pretty girl."

That one sentence, added to the impending orgasm Y/N was experiencing and the fact that she was picturing Spencer's face so clearly in her head, caused her to let out a loud moan and throw her head back against the wall with a loud thud.

So many feelings happened at once. Pain, because fuck, hitting her head on the wall without expecting it hurt like hell. Pleasure immediately after, because despite everything, her fingers stayed working, instinctively nursing herself through her orgasm. And finally embarrassment, because she definitely shouldn't have been eavesdropping on her neighbor's sexual encounters and she's positive they'd heard her intrusion.

All noises ceased for a total of two seconds before Y/N came down from her high and the sex next door resumed like nothing had happened.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck, no, Y/N thought as she scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Her head still hurt from hitting it against the wall, but that was the least of her concerns. More than anything she wanted to crawl in a hole and never return. And sure, maybe there was a small chance Spencer and his.. friend hadn't heard you, but it was practically impossible. There was no way they hadn't heard it.

Y/N peed and washed her hands, tapping her foot nervously against the cool tile the whole time. Eventually she calmed her breathing and decided that she'd just have to live with it. I mean, it's not like I'm friends with him anyway, she thought. I barely see him enough as it is, and I can ignore him like there's no tomorrow and nothing will change. Right?

And so she washed her face and got ready for bed, trying desperately not to think about how badly she'd embarrassed herself.

And then as she curled under the covers (with earbuds in just in case) she thought, Maybe I'll make him some muffins tomorrow and say I'm sorry.

The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes was Spencer's face.

***

"What's wrong? Can't take it?"

She practically burned with pleasure, every inch of her body overly sensitive and completely fucked out. But she'd let him have whatever he wanted.

She cried. She tried to tell him that yes, she could take it. But tears and strangled moans were all she could manage as he continued to fuck her into the mattress.

"You gonna cum?" He asked, like she could form words.

She cried out again in answer.

He leaned forward, wiping tears from her face, and whispered, "Go ahead, pretty girl."

That was the last thing Y/N heard before she woke up, eyes shooting open and hands clutching the sheets so tightly her fingers ached. She let them go and tried to wiggle them back to life, squeezing her eyes shut and taking a deep breath.

"Oh, dear Lord," she muttered, stretching out and realizing that the past 10 hours of her life were going to haunt her for a long time.

I'm gonna have to move, aren't I, she thought sarcastically, sitting up slowly and rubbing her eyes. Though, right now it sounded like a good idea.

Y/N gathered some clothes and went to the shower, refusing to think about last night or the dream she'd woken up from. Instead she lasered all her attention to thoroughly washing her hair, body, and face. By the time the water was running cold, she stepped out, dried off and got dressed, brushing her teeth and then leaving the bathroom to turn on the coffee pot.

Before she could, there was a knock on the door.

Oh no, was her first thought, because naturally the first thing you do at any minor event after severely embarrassing yourself is panic. What if that's him? He's going to get mad at me for eavesdropping. The first thing I'm going to do when I see him is blush and panic. Fuck.

Y/N thought about ignoring it for a second. For all Spencer knew, she could still be sleeping. She could have fled the country immediately after giving herself away. She could have died from a heart attack, literally embarrassing herself to death. She could ha—

Knock knock knock.

"Shit," Y/N muttered to herself, adjusting her freshly-washed hair and praying she looked okay. If it really was Spencer at her door, she wanted to at least look like she was moving on with her life and not thinking about last night every waking second.

She ran to the door, took a deep breath and opened it, sure enough revealing Spencer Reid in her doorway, wearing a kind smile and holding a small something in his hand.

"Oh... Spencer, hi," Y/N said, pretending to be happy. Not that she wasn't ever happy to see him, but today of all days was most definitely not a good time. She only prayed he wouldn't get mad at her for eavesdropping.

"Hi, Y/N. Sorry for being here so early, but I, uh... thought you might need this."

He handed her what was in his hand, and it rattled, confusing her. She took it and flipped it over in her hands, studying the bottle.

"Advil?"

"Yeah. Seems like you hit your head on the wall pretty hard last night, I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Her stomach dropped. "No."

"No... You're not okay, or no, you don't need it?"

Heat rushed to Y/N's cheeks and all she could manage was another, "No."

She only sounded slightly terrified.

But before Spencer could say anything else, Y/N looked up at him and almost started to cry. "I'm so so so sorry, Spencer, I didn't mean to hear, it just happened, and I couldn't help it, and I tried to be quiet, I really did, but it just slipped, and I feel really bad, I'm so sorry, I—"

"Whoa, whoa, Y/N, slow down. It's okay, really," he laughed. "I'm not upset or anything, I just... Truthfully I feel kind of bad for not thinking of anyone hearing. I didn't realize the walls were so thin, and had I known I probably would have... Gone about things differently. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

Y/N's heart raced, but she was even more shocked by the fact that he was apologizing. "Spencer, don't be sorry. I embarrassed myself, really. I shouldn't have been listening anyway— what you do in your apartment isn't any of my business, and I messed up."

He smiled and shuffled on his feet, trying to avoid looking at you but failing. In the end he shrugged and leaned against the doorframe. "Well, in any case, I really do hope your head doesn't hurt too bad. That was a loud thump."

Y/N laughed nervously, turning the bottle over in her hands while looking at the floor. "It doesn't hurt anymore. Feels better now that I've slept it off... Thank you, though. I... I appreciate it."

"You're welcome."

She looked up at him and almost started crying again, still completely embarrassed over the whole ordeal. In an attempt to not cry, she cleared her throat. "Um, I was just going put on some coffee if you... wanted to come in? I can make some eggs or something too, if you're hungry. Y'know, to say I'm sorry?"

Spencer looked like he was about to tell her not to be sorry again, but she gave him a look that said don't you dare, and he settled on nodding instead. "Sure, I'd like that."

***

"Wow. These are great."

Y/N smiled, watching Spencer eat a bite of the eggs she'd made him. "Thank you. It's a family recipe. Nothing too special, but my mom always made them for my brother and I before our first day of school every year."

He smiled. "That's nice. Really, they're great. Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem... Look, again, I really am so—"

"Y/N, stop. It's okay, really. It... happens. You don't have to be sorry."

She nodded before taking a sip of her coffee. Spencer ate some more of his eggs and the two of them sat in silence for a few minutes, before it got completely unbearable.

She didn't want to keep bringing it up, but something forced the words out of her mouth. "So, your... guest... Is she your girlfriend?"

It took Spencer a minute to realize what she said, but eventually he cleared his throat, some color forming on his cheeks. "Oh, uh... no. No, I'm single. She and I had just met at a bar downtown. I don't usually do that. Go to bars, I mean. Though I suppose I don't really have one night stands all that often, either, but my co-workers and I were out last night after a... pretty rough day at work, and... before I left we met at the bar and it just kind of went on from there."

"Oh... Well, I... I'm sorry work was rough. Seems like you... handled it, though. Got over it... I mean, like, you knew how to take your mind off of it, or make it better or whatever."

Y/N froze after she said it. Immediately after, she shook her head. "God, I'm sorry. That was dumb. I shouldn't have said that."

"No, I get what you mean, it's okay, really," Spencer said quickly, seemingly amused. "It, uh... It really did help. You know, sex is a good stress reliever. The endorphins it releases puts you in a better mood and calms you down, and studies show that regular sexual activity can aid in decreasing high blood pressure during stressful situations."

"I... didn't know that. Sounds helpful. Especially with your job, I imagine."

He nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "What about you? Is your job stressful?"

Y/N shrugged, kind of glad that the conversation moved away from sexual nature. Though, she supposed the reason it was there in the first place was kind of her fault. In any case, she told Spencer about her job. "It's not as stressful as other jobs can be, but I just got a promotion so all the responsibility is a little daunting, I guess."

"I'm sure you're fine," he complimented, setting his mug down. "Though... If you do ever find yourself beginning to buckle under the stress of your job, sex is a good way to keep your spirits up."

It was a joke. A reference to their conversation, the whole reason they were in this moment in the first place. So why did Y/N respond with, "What, is that your way of offering?"

I'm just full of stupid shit lately, aren't I, she thought, immediately hating herself for saying it. Things were going well, and Spencer didn't seem mad or annoyed after the whole incident, and now she was positive she'd made everything worse.

But nothing could have prepared her for what came out of his mouth next.

"Maybe it is."

She looked up at him and saw that he was completely serious. His eyes bore into her, staring her down like he was trying to compel her to say something, to do something, to put her under his spell. Y/N swallowed, trying to speak, but nothing would come out.

Oh, now you have nothing to say? Good going, Y/N...

Nevertheless, he waited. His eyes remained glued on her, tilting his head to the side and raising his eyebrows as if to ask her, well?

Eventually, she settled on, "You mean it?"

Spencer nodded slowly, staring at her with an intensity she hadn't experienced in forever. "Only if you want to."

Immediately Y/N thought back to last night. His nasty words replayed in her ears over and over again, repeating themselves like a mantra— You like that, baby? You like when I hold you down and fuck you?

And under his burning gaze, Y/N felt like she was on fire. Her lower stomach bubbled over with desire and she imagined him fucking her like he had in her dream.

It's almost like he knew what she was thinking about. Because right before she could tell him she wanted him, he laughed softly to himself. "What are you thinking about, Y/N?"

Her name on his lips sent shivers down her spine. "W... What?"

"Tell me. You're thinking about having sex with me right now, aren't you?"

She could barely breathe. But she managed to get out a strangled, "Yes."

Spencer smirked and stood up, walking around the table but never taking his eyes off Y/N. She swallowed and stood up too, meeting his eyes and tilting her head up to look at him— really look at him. His pupils were full-blown, his lips formed into an amused smile as he reached out to touch her face. She fluttered her eyes closed and leaned into his touch, a small sigh involuntarily escaping her lips.

"How long have you been thinking about me?" Spencer asked quietly, yet the tone in his voice rather demanded an answer more than asked for one.

Y/N opened her eyes to meet his, and almost crumbled under the weight of their intensity. "S-since last night."

He hummed in response, running his thumb over her chin and up to her lips, just barely touching them. "Have you ever thought about it before then?"

She couldn't lie to him. "A few times."

That got a full smile out of him, but it disappeared rather quickly as he stepped even closer and gripped the side of Y/N's face in his right hand, his fingers barely weaving through the hair behind her ear. She gasped and looked up at him, silently begging for him to kiss her. To push her onto the table, or choke her, or something.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded, keeping that even, soft tone. It sent another chill through Y/N's body.

She could hardly breathe. Could hardly form words.

Spencer slipped his hand behind her head and gripped the underside of her damp hair, tugging slightly as she whimpered. "What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me," Y/N gasped out, completely and utterly entranced by his looming presence.

"Now?" he asked, his own way of really making sure she wanted to go through with this.

"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, please, fuck me. Please."

The look he gave her after she said it was purely dirty and unlike any thing she'd ever experienced. She decided then and there that if that was the reaction she'd get from him for begging, she would beg him for anything any time.

Not to mention, the way he kissed her was enough to make any man or woman fly into the sun. Both of his hands found themselves lost in her hair, pulling her head to his and practically massaging her scalp as he glided his lips across hers with a slow burning fever that made Y/N's body completely succumb to him. She melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, reaching up to twist her fingers through the ends of his hair, admiring how soft and perfect it felt on her skin. Once Spencer's tongue swiped over her bottom lip and softly pushed into her mouth, it was well and truly over. Y/N was done for. He could do anything he wanted and she wouldn't turn him away.

He pulled away for a moment, taking her bottom lip between his teeth before moving back in and angling his head in the other direction, kissing her deeper and causing a groan to slip from her throat.

Y/N desperately clung to his neck, wishing he could do this to her forever, but then he took one of his hands away from her head and brought it to her lower back. He completely pulled her against him, one of his legs slipping between hers and putting the slightest bit of pressure to her crotch.

She whimpered, causing Spencer to push himself against her harder, the two of them completely attached. He brought his knee up just a little, and Y/N instinctively ground against it, desperately wanting to feel any type of friction she could manage. It warmed her whole body to the core, being completely embraced by him, and in a matter of seconds she was more desperate than she'd ever been.

She pulled her face away from his reluctantly, breathing heavily and still grinding against his leg. "Please," was all the could think to say.

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" Spencer whispered, peppering her neck with wet kisses as he brought his leg up higher, giving her more access. He leaned his butt against the table for support, until eventually he gave in and sat down on it, bringing her down to sit on his thigh.

Y/N hesitated, halting her movements for a second before he gripped her hips and moved them forward. "Go ahead, pretty girl. Ride my thigh."

She groaned at the nickname and obliged happily, grinding down and rocking her hips against him. He continued to kiss her neck, occasionally biting down and sucking at different spots, sure to leave marks.

He hadn't even really touched her yet, and Y/N was absolutely dizzy, high on kisses and his hands burning into her hips. She felt her stomach start to coil as an orgasm came to the surface, her legs clenching tighter around him.

"You close, baby?" Spencer muttered against her neck, right under her ear. He took her earlobe between his teeth for just a moment before rocking her hips faster, bringing his leg up just a bit higher to aid her. She shoved her head into his neck and cried out his name, somewhere between a whine and a moan.

Within a matter of seconds Y/N was shaking around him, panting his name over and over while he brought his leg just a tad higher, bringing her over the edge. Her mind raced, coming to terms with what just happened and what was about to happen, and it made her tremble again, sending one more shockwave through her lower body before her hips slowed to a stop.

Spencer slid his hands back up to her head, bringing her face to his once more and kissing her. As if she wasn't already so out of breath. But it didn't matter. She only cared about his mouth and the way it captured hers like it belonged there, like it knew she was his for the taking. And she really believed that was true.

Y/N still straddled his leg, but she wanted to give him the same release he'd given her, so she attempted to climb away and moved one of her hands down to his belt.

Spencer stopped her hand and pulled his face away from hers. For a moment she thought she'd done something wrong, and she was about to apologize, but he pulled her close and stroked her hair with his hand, tilting his head to meet her gaze. "Not yet, pretty girl. I want to taste you first."

And without another second passing by, he moved the hand that grabbed her wrist between them and snuck it into her shorts and panties. Y/N jumped a little, but only because it felt too good for her own good. Her eyes fluttered shut when his middle finger grazed her clit, but his other hand gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. "No. I want you to look at me, okay?"

She nodded, and then whimpered when he slipped a finger inside of her. She lifted herself up just a little so he had more access, and sure enough his finger slipped in and out with ease.

She wanted more, but he took his hand away, and the glimmer in his eye when she pouted, visibly frustrated, sent her into another small fit of tremors.

"So antsy, pretty girl," Spencer laughed, slightly amused. Y/N would have said something, but all words escaped her when he brought his fingers to his mouth. His tongue poked out to taste-test before he completely took them in, holding eye contact with her the whole time. As he sucked his fingers clean, Y/N felt herself growing desperate again, and she ground against his leg once more.

Spencer laughed and brought his fingers out of his mouth, resting them on her hips. "You're being awfully quiet, Y/N."

"I... I don't... Is that a bad thing?"

"Not necessarily. But you didn't have a problem being loud last night."

It brought color to her cheeks. Her first instinct was to apologize but she knew he'd chastise her for it, so she didn't. Rather, she embraced the opportunity and pulled herself closer to him. "Is that what you want, Spencer? You want me to be loud for you?" Her voice was soft, somewhat contradicting what she was saying, but she looked at him through her eyelashes, biting her lip as if asking for permission.

And now it seemed like it was his turn to groan, though it came out as more of a growl as he pushed her away from him, grabbing her arm and leading her through the apartment. All the rooms were built the same so he knew where to go. He didn't take the time to scan her room, though if he did it was fast. Y/N barely had any time to react before he pulled her to him again and kissed her roughly.

As his fingers weaved through her hair again, Y/N decided to take a chance, snaking her hands down to his belt. This time he didn't stop her, his lips opening and granting her access to his tongue as she unbuckled the belt. She unzipped his pants and pushed them down his hips, but they only got about an inch down before he pulled away from her completely, leaving her empty again.

She whined, and he smirked.

"What is it, Y/N?" he asked. "What do you want?" His tone was almost condescending, like he knew exactly what she wanted.

She didn't like being teased. "I just want you," she stated, whining a bit to prove her point.

He seemed to contemplate his words for a moment before he spoke. "And... you think I should just give you what you want? After I caught you eavesdropping on me last night?"

He was only saying it to see her flushed. To embarrass her and make her shy so he could make it better in the end. She knew that, knew better, and yet it still worked. "I'm sorry," she pleaded, getting down on her knees in front of him and looking up at him with just as much desperation as she could manage. "You know I feel really really bad about it, just please let me make it up to you. Please, Spencer."

When all he did was look down at her, amused and still, Y/N batted her eyelashes and grabbed the waistband of his pants and underwear. She waited to pull them down until he did or said something, but all he did was stare. She couldn't tell if he was making her wait or if he was waiting for her, and she was afraid of making the wrong decision. But, deciding that she'd been in enough trouble in the past 10 hours to last a lifetime, Y/N took a chance yet again and pulled Spencer's pants all the way down.

Still unsure of what would happen if she continued, Y/N scooted closer, but kept her eyes locked on his. She batted her eyelashes and ran her hands up his thighs, eventually wrapping around to his ass. She brought them up his lower back and around to feel his stomach before sliding down to the front of his hips. She stopped them there, gliding her thumbs over his skin in small circles as she pleaded once more for good measure.

"Pretty please."

Spencer gave in, bringing his hands to her hair and pulling her close. "It's all yours, baby."

The words sent heat straight to her lower half as she flicked her tongue out to taste the head of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut at the contact, and Y/N took that as her opening. She looked down and marveled at him as she took him completely in her mouth, slowly but surely, getting herself acquainted with his size.

Once she set a steady pace, she looked up at him and found that he was absolutely wonderstruck. His eyes practically sparkled as they fixed on her, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth in pure adoration and fascination. Y/N took this as encouragement, bobbing her head faster and slacking her jaw as she let him hit the back of her throat with each thrust forward. She gagged once and pulled herself off, bringing her hand up to jerk him for a few seconds before using her mouth again. This was a cycle that continued until tears were streaming down her cheeks and spit was leaking down her chin, and every time she looked up at him, Spencer would groan and tighten his grip in her hair.

Eventually he stopped her, pulling her off of him and panting. "Come here," he whispered, and Y/N got up off her knees, standing up and wiping some of the spit from her face. It didn't feel all that sexy as she was doing it, though the way he looked at her made her feel like she was the only thing in the entire world that could bring him joy.

He reached forward and wiped some of the tears from her cheek before kissing her, groaning into her mouth as he did so. His still hard cock pressed against her leg, and she groaned, too, before he pulled away.

That dark glimmer returned in his eye when he spoke. "Take your clothes off."

Y/N didn't have to be told twice. Immediately she threw her shirt off over her head and tossed it to the ground as Spencer stepped out of his pants. His eyes travelled down to her breasts and she noticed him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times before he looked back up at her face. Keeping eye contact and softly biting her lip, Y/N hooked her fingers around her shorts and underwear and slid them down her legs until they reached the other clothes on the floor. She kicked them to the side and tilted her head up.

She thought he might kiss her again, but instead he nodded his head towards her bed. "Lay down on your back."

As Y/N had learned pretty early on, she was quick and eager to obey, and so she did as she was told, laying down in the middle of the bed, her head resting on her pillows and the rest of her body laying flat, eagerly awaiting Spencer's next move.

She watched him as he took his shirt off, leaving him completely bare, and before she had time to admire him, he bent down and grabbed something from his pants.

A condom, Y/N realized as he made his way to her.

"You really came over with the intent to fuck me, didn't you?" she mused, unable to stop herself.

He laughed at her words, climbing over her and leaning down to press his lips to her neck in a soft kiss. "Wasn't it obvious?"

No, she thought to herself, but she didn't say anything. Though even if she wanted to, she couldn't have, because Spencer's mouth moved down her neck and to her chest. He licked a small circle over her right nipple before enclosing it entirely in his mouth, and Y/N arched her back off the bed, running her fingers through his hair.

He laughed again, taking her nipple in between his teeth before releasing it and saying, "I love how fucking responsive you are, pretty girl."

Everything about what he was saying and doing to her sent Y/N into a tailspin. Before she had time to respond, he moved his mouth to her other breast and got right to work, repeating the process.

One of his hands trailed down her body, just light enough to leave goosebumps it its wake, until it reached where she really wanted him. As if to prove his last statement, Y/N's hips bucked upwards to feel more of him, and Spencer laughed against her chest, removing his mouth from her and using both of his hands to steady her hips, pushing them into the mattress. "Can you be still for me? Use your words."

Y/N sighs and bites her lip before answering. "Yes. I can be still."

"Louder, Y/N. You promised you'd be loud for me, remember?"

If she wasn't wet before, she definitely was now. And she thought about just repeating her words louder, like she was expected to, but then something in that stupid part of her brain said to push her luck. And so she laughed back at him.

"No, I didn't."

Spencer seemed shocked. This was the first time she'd blatantly disagreed with something he said. "What?"

He seemed a little mad, but Y/N acted innocent. "Well, I asked you if you'd like me to be loud for you, and you just pulled me in here. You didn't answer me, and I didn't promise anything."

She was scared of what he would do or say, but that turned her on even more.

And without warning, Spencer jammed two of his fingers into her mouth, forcing it open and pressing them down on her tongue. "Well, sweetheart, this is me telling you. You're gonna scream my name until the whole city can hear how needy you are for me."

She almost choked on his fingers, but he took them out and slid them down her chin and neck, leaving her completely breathless. He waited a beat before laughing to himself. "Aw, see? Look what I do to you, pretty girl," he mused. "You're so submissive."

Y/N wanted to argue, but she wanted him more, so she whined and tried to move him closer, to which he laughed again and caressed her face. "That's what I thought. Now be a good girl and wait a second while I put this on, okay?"

For fear of disappointing him, Y/N replied with, "Okay," loud and clear.

He smirked, unwrapping the condom and starting to slide it over himself. "Fast learner."

And in an attempt to patch things over even more, she batted her eyes like she knew he liked, acting patient and innocent though she was pretty sure they both knew she was the exact opposite.

It paid off in the end though, because Spencer rewarded her with a sweet kiss as he ran the tip of his cock over her pussy, just barely entering. He teased her like that for about a minute before she started to get antsy, and yet he didn't let up. He raised an eyebrow at her, and catching on she reached up, grabbing the sides of his face and blinking once before talking. "Please, Spencer. Fuck me."

"Atta girl," he praised before moving forward and entering her. Immediately Y/N moaned, her mouth open and eyes just about rolling to the back of her head. Her hands slid up his face and through his hair, weaving her fingers through the soft waves as he set a steady pace, letting themselves get used to the feeling of being wrapped up in each other like this. For a moment it seemed like he forgot his promise to fuck her so hard the whole city would hear her screaming his name, but after a while, he apparently decided that she wasn't being loud enough.

"Come on, Y/N. You can do better than that."

She wanted more than anything to tell him that if he fucked her harder then maybe she would be louder, but infinitely realized that A) that was a surefire way to get chastised, and B) if she was louder, he would fuck her harder. He was going to make her work for it, and in the end she didn't mind that at all.

So she told the truth. "Fuck, Spencer, you feel so goo— ahh!"

Almost as soon as the words left her mouth, he quickly adjusted and fucked her faster, and aside from the overstimulation, it was starting to feel reminiscent of the dream she'd had last night. She wasn't crying but she felt like she could, every fiber of her being burning alive with pleasure. She felt her orgasm rising to the surface, but she didn't want this to end yet. Maybe if she was lucky Spencer would keep going after she'd finished, though at this point she was just happy to let him fuck her for any period of time.

That being said, he slowed his movements, making each stroke harder and more deliberate, and Y/N yelled out his name, hoping to get more.

"You close, pretty girl? Hmm? You wanna cum?"

The strain in his voice sent another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. He was close too, she just knew it.

"Yes," she breathed, before repeating it louder and louder. "Yes, yes, yes!"

She was just about to fall over the edge when Spencer laughed and pulled out of her, leaving her unsatisfied, empty, and confused.

"What?" she breathed, looking up at him.

He slid the condom off and tossed it aside before jerking himself off over her stomach. "Only good girls get to cum. You should have thought of that before you eavesdropped on me."

And then he came all over her stomach and chest. She would have been more angry, but the whole sight in front of her was hot as hell. Who was she to complain? She watched as his face scrunched up in pleasure, his mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut. His hair faintly stuck to his face, and his hips jerked into his hand until eventually he was spent.

Y/N whined at the sight, completely turned on feeling his warm cum coating her skin and also utterly frustrated for not getting off.

Spencer opened his eyes to look at her, and she thought in that moment it looked like he would burst into flames. As his gaze raked over her body, covered in his cum and so obviously desperate for release, he licked his lips and got down, spreading her legs wider and opening her up to him.

"Wha—"

Y/N didn't get to finish her thought, because Spencer was immediately eating her out like a man starved, running his tongue through her pussy, occasionally flicking it over her clit. As expected, the louder she got the more he gave her, and at one point he started fingering her at a relentless pace, curling his fingers up against her g-spot while circling her clit with his tongue.

He brought his head up and looked at her through his eyelashes as best as he could, barely catching a glimpse of her face, completely contorted in pleasure.

"You wanna cum, pretty girl?" he teased, slowing his fingers torturously.

She whined and then threw her head back, pleading. "Spencer, please!"

He only got a little faster and then gently flicked his tongue over her clit again, to which she yelped and fisted the sheets.

In turn he moved faster. And she got louder. Faster and louder, faster and louder, until finally he gave her what she wanted.

"That's it, pretty girl. Cum for me."

Right after he said it, Y/N arched her back off the bed and fisted the sheets even harder, actually screaming his name until it came out as incoherent sobs, eventually dwindling down to whimpering and panting as he aided her down from her high.

Spencer's movements slowed to a stop, pulling his fingers out of her and pressing one final kiss to her clit before removing himself from her completely and coming up to lay down beside her.

She stayed there on her back, arms clutched at her sides, breathing deep and eyes almost heavy like she was about to fall asleep. He brushed her hair away from her face and pressed a kiss to her lips. She could taste herself on him, and it excited her. When he pulled away, she turned her head to look at him and smiled.

"I'm definitely going to have to invade your privacy more often if this is what the end result is."

Spencer laughed, his hand brushing lightly through her hair. "So that was okay? I'm sorry if I was kind of mean, I—"

"I'm gonna stop you right there. If I was really truly mad about anything you did, I would have screamed at you, not for you. Trust me. You're just fine. That was... perfect."

"Good... And you know I was just teasing you about eavesdropping, right? I'm not actually upset about it."

"No, I know. I still feel kinda bad about it though."

"Well, you shouldn't. If anything... something good came out of it, right?"

Y/N laughed, scrunching her nose as he looked at her. "Right."

After a moment, Spencer sat up and looked down at her stomach, a smirk on his face. "I'm gonna go get you a washcloth."

"Good thinking. And while you're at it could you also grab the Advil?"

He was on his way out the bedroom door, slipping on his underwear before stopping in his tracks. "Oh no... I- I didn't hurt you did I?"

"Oh! No, you didn't. I just know that I'm going to be sore, and walking will most definitely be a problem. And I am not getting out of this bed for the rest of the day, so Advil will definitely help. Thank you for that, by the way."

Spencer laughed, leaving Y/N to admire him as he walked away.

[ordinariums-a]

He could feel the apprehension, but Peter also knew that Harry didn't have much of a choice. In the state he was in, it was easier to travel the multiverse than it was to get out of this place, and that was saying something. He let Harry come to his own answer though, not wanting to push or pressure. He understood - being trapped in a different universe with no direction or support? Yeah, they both got that. Only this time, they had a way back. And even if it broke; they'd be in his universe. He made one before, he could make it again.

With Harry's acceptance, he nodded, carefully manoeuvring to get access to the device. "Alright, since my first time using this thing, I made a lot of changes. Never tried this before, though. Best thing to uh, do? Stay in contact with me; don't let go. Which- shouldn't be too difficult." Not in the state he was in. God, he was nervous. Was he nervous? Definitely nervous. And - not just about the multiverse device, but because it was the first time he had shown someone this place. He wondered what his dad would say? Bringing in Harry Osborn, from a different universe, one he was saving. Probably would be gobsmacked, along with understandably judgemental.

Then again, Peter used it as a place to live. Not exactly it's intended purpose, huh?

"You ready?" He didn't actually wait for an answer. Best thing to do was pull the band aid off; he hit the necessary buttons. Around them, their reality morphed, and they were soon stood in an abandoned subway station. No trains, no people, just them. Better than the sewers, at least. "Right, I'm just gonna.. set you here." He leaned Harry against the wall, somewhat awkwardly, but he made sure that the other wouldn't fall. He then moved away, pushing a coin into the coin mechanism that in turn, rose a train from from below the ground on the tracks. Totally dramatic. Peter wouldn't have it anything less. "Right, I'm taking you straight to the bed. Ignore the mess, please; I've never had anyone down here before."

Inside looked like a typical Peter Parker place. He had really made it his own. He kept the lab equipment; there was a corner dedicated to it. But there was also a custom made bed, with a really nice mattress. Spider-bedding, obviously. Kind of looked like a bed from a boat; it had it's own dedicated corner too. Newspaper clippings covered a lot of the spare roof space, whereas the walls were covered by stuff like posters, pride flags, university course details, photos of him and May (and him and Gwen). Spider-research too. A bit about his own universe's Harry, along with Dr. Connors and some new people: Scorpion and Mysterio. There was a bit about his universe's Otto Octavius, too, but it wasn't supervillain stuff. The dude was just normal. For now. And research about the multiverse- something that could be pin-pointed if you knew what you were looking for.

He had also managed to fit in a minifridge, a microwave, a toaster, and a stockpile of snacks and cereals. General maintenance wise? It was messy; the bed was unmade and clothes were scattered around. Couple of wrappers were found discarded next to his laptop, which laid neatly in the lab area. And his bin was mostly full. Not gross, but definitely not clean.

Peter got him to the bed, and immediately pulled out a first aid kit from underneath it, resting it on the covers beside him. "Alright, let me see? Who did this to you, what're we dealin' with here?"

It was a good plan. And through wounded pride, through the cold that seemed to be his very body and maybe helped by the warmth that was Peter's easy, determined willingness to help, he could see that. He could even admit that.

"Good plan." He breathed out, just before he heard Peter curse, and he felt his gaze on him. It was taking him far too much effort to focus on his expression, so he tried to focus on standing upright, and on listening. That was, for a moment, much easier: the world seemed to sway under his feet, but not enough for him to stumble. Mainly, because he wasn't moving.

And then there came Peter's idea, and for the whole two seconds it took Harry to even process it, he was unable to hide the sudden tension it caused him. The spike of fear, of nerves, because even in his state, he could see the consequences of agreeing: even if all went well, he'd be somewhere beyond his friends' reach, beyond Oscorp's reach, and without a way to return alone. He could just disappear, and nobody would ever know. He'd be completely at Peter's mercy.

He very much already was, mentioned the reasonable part of his brain. And if he'd wanted him dead or hurt, he could just have done it anyway, and asked for no permission.

For a moment Harry considered an alternative: asking him to bring him to his apartment, despite the security and the risk it would be for everyone else. The penthouse wasn't an option, and the Oscorp laboratories or clinics perhaps less, not when they'd expose Peter's existence, when they'd endanger him. Harry's doctors, in the end, still answered to Norman.

There was his choice, he knew then: he could take a risk and trust, or ask someone else to take a doomed risk. Ask a friend, someone helping him, someone directly saving his life, such a thing.

The choice had never even been an actual choice, hadn't it?

So Harry raised his chin, tried to seek Peter's gaze as best as he could, despite the suit in the way, and then nodded.

"Let's go for it."

He'd take the risk, trust Peter and his device both, and hope everything worked out for the best. And he'd deal with the aftermath when his brain could process something beyond pain and exhaustion.

[butwhyduh]

Pregnancy scare with the Batboys?

These all happen at different times in their lives. Dick at 24, Jason 26, and Tim 20 because I feel like that’s the ages they’d like have this.

Warning: it’s gotta little bit of everything. Fluff, smut, convenience story robbery, blood, one little crude sex joke.

Dick

“I stopped at the store and got everything we need before the store comes in. Even got those pad tampon things you use,” Dick said waving the box proudly. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the box.

“And what prompted that?” You asked, eyes narrowed.

“A coupon deal on them,” Dick answered and you laughed.

“That makes more sense. Let me put these up and I’ll cook dinner,” you said, walking to the bathroom.

“Nope! I’m cooking,” Dick said happily.

“Okay,” you said planning to help him anyways.

You walked in the bathroom to put the box in your usual drawer only to find it full. When was the last time you needed one? You did the math and realized that it’s been almost 2 months. With your university schedule being crazy and Dick got hurt a few weeks ago, you’d forgotten all about your period.

You skin chilled at the thought. What if you were- what if you were pregnant? You were too young. You were 24 but it felt too young. You were only dating. You hadn’t gotten to the kids talk yet.

“Hey babe, where is the- what’s wrong?” Dick asked from the doorway. He looked at the package in your hand and the matching one in the drawer with confusion.

“Uh, I missed my period last month,” you said and his eyes widened. “I completely forgot.”

“Oh.”

He looked at you frozen. “Wait- are you saying you might be...”

“Maybe,” you answered. “We gotta get tests and everything. And stress can mess it up. And we’ve been using protection every time.”

“Yeah. I’ll run to the store, okay?” He said before hurrying out the door. You sat on the toilet with the box still in hand. What if you were pregnant? Dick was a good guy but he didn’t exactly have a ton of money. He was a part time gymnastics teacher. You were in college.

“Okay I got 4,” Dick said, back in record time. He gave you the bag and watched you.

“Dick?”

“Hu?”

“Get out of the bathroom.”

“Oh right,” he said, leaving and shutting the door. You could hear him pacing as you took the tests. You unlocked the door as you waited for the tests to finish. A neat little row of absolute terror on the side of the bathtub.

“Are they done?” Dick asked anxiously.

“No. We wait two minutes,” you said almost hollowly with stress and he nodded roughly.

“If you are... I’ll be here. I’ll be here for whatever you decide. No matter your choice,” Dick said holding your hands. You gulped.

“Yeah. Thanks. I can’t believe I forgot,” you said with a little laugh. He hugged your shoulders.

“Things have been crazy,” Dick said with a shrug. Your phone alarm went off and you quickly looked at all of the tests. Negative. You both relaxed. You sighed in relief.

“That would have been crazy,” you said with a laugh. Dick laughed a little too. “I am not ready to be a mom.”

“Yeah. Same. I’d need a better job and a better place. Not that there’s anything wrong with our apartment but it’s too small for a baby,” Dick rambled on. He stopped when he noticed your little grin. “You know, I meant what I said. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for you.”

You didn’t answer but pulled him in for a kiss that Dick eagerly returned before finally pulling away because you were in the bathroom surrounded by used pregnancy tests and boxes of menstrual products.

“I’ll clean up while you get dinner started. Yeah?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Dick said with a kiss to your cheek.

Jason

You’d been thinking about it for a few days with a sense of denial. Your period was late. And you were mentally freaking out. You were too young. I mean, you were 26 but it felt too young! Your relationship was too new! You had been dating for 2 years but it felt too fast!

You hurried down to a corner store that you didn’t normally visit near your apartment to grab some tests. You jumped a little when the bell on the door rang as another customer entered the store. You had been too worried and stressed about picking from the 7 different types of pregnancy tests. Were they all the same or totally different? You just wanted to know ‘baby or naw.’ You grabbed three and put them in a hand basket.

“PUT your hands up where we can see them,” a man yelled and you froze before looking up, your hands above your head, basket on your wrist. “Take off any jewelry and pull out your wallets. We’ll be taking those,” a man in a ski mask said. There were a total of 12 customers and 2 shop clerks.

You carefully pulled your crossbody bag off your shoulder and held it out. A man grabbed it roughly from you and you made a tiny noise that made him smile. He looked you over and you wanted to shrink away.

There was a loud crashing noise as the side glass was broken and a man with a pair of guns blazing stood in the middle. The bright red helmet let you know that it was Jason and you almost sagged in relief. Almost. He pointed the gun at both criminals and shot at their knees. The rubber bullets hit them both in the knees and they fell before you could even move. He quickly punched them both in the head and they lost consciousness. Jason roughly tied them up by the register and everyone started to leave the building quickly while grabbing their things.

Jason grabbed you and pulled you from the building and up to the roof, basket still on your wrist. He rolled his helmet off and looked you over.

“Are you alright?” He asked holding your face in his hands. You grasped his wrists.

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” you reassured him. He looked you over before his eyes fell to the basket. Jason froze as he looked at the contents. A candy bar and 3 pregnancy tests.

“Are you? Why do you have these?” He asked, looking at your face quickly. You sat the basket down.

“Maybe,” you answered quietly. His mouth opened a little as if you speak but he didn’t. “I mean, I’m late.”

“Okay. Alright,” he said nodding. “We just need to test first. God, you were almost shot and you might be pregnant.”

He pulled you tightly in his arms until the armor pressed against you. Jason’s lips pressed against the side of your head. For one of the first times, he looked scared.

Back at your apartment, you could hear Jason pacing as you took the test. You unlocked the door and he came in, staring at them. Neither one of you spoke before the results came in. Negative. You breathed a sigh of relief.

“I would have been there for you. No matter what. But I’m glad that it’s negative. We should plan this stuff, you know? My job... it’s too dangerous,” Jason said carefully.

“I know. We can’t,” you said with a dry smile.

“I’d quit. If you were. So that you and the baby would be safe,” he said and you quickly looked at him.

“You shouldn’t have to,” you said.

“But I would.”

Tim

Tim’s hands were tight on your hips as he thrust in your from behind and you couldn’t stop making little noises. God, were you always this tight? He could barely control himself and the second you clamped around him in pleasure, Tim came as well. Both of you panted as he roughly and slowly thrust through your highs. Tim pushed in deeply before stopping to catch his breath and then pulling out.

“Fuck,” he said in a terrified voice. You turned to look at him confused. “The condom came off.”

Your eyes widened at the implication. “Did you- did you finish inside?” You asked as cold panic flooded your body. You were only using condoms at this point in time.

“Yeah. Definitely,” he said, looking down and in literally any other situation he would have loved the sight before him. His cum leaked out of you and Tim winced.

After a few minutes of trying to finally get the useless condom out, you were almost in full freak out. You were only 20. You couldn’t get pregnant!

“I’ll get plan B. Unless you don’t want it,” Tim said looking at you.

“Good idea. We definitely need that,” you said nodding. “But you can’t go to the store and buy plan B. Timothy Drake-Wayne buys plan B. Playboy like his father Bruce Wayne? I could just see the headline. I’ll go.”

“Smart,” he said. You quickly took a shower and threw on clothes before running down to a pharmacy. Your heart pounded as you asked the pharmacist for a plan B but she simply gave you a box that you paid for. You took the pill before even leaving the store and threw away the evidence as if someone cared what you did.

That night you had some nausea and cramping but were fine otherwise. Tim was extra nice in the next few weeks as you both waited to see if your period would ever come. He put in effort to see you more often and stay off his phone when you were together. Finally you woke up one morning with cramps where actually pleasantly happy to see that you had finally started to bleed. That didn’t happen often.

You told Tim who sagged in relief. He didn’t even know how much tension he held in his body before releasing it. He kissed your cheek and you laughed a little.

“Never buying that brand of condoms again,” he swore.

“I’m making an appointment to get birth control,” you said and he quickly turned to you.

“Really? No more condoms?” Tim said hopefully.

“It’ll take a little while to start working but yeah,” you said with a little smile. “Then I can be your Twinkie instead of your toaster strudel,” you laughed.

“Wow. I wish I could time travel to unhear that,” Tim said covering his face with a hand while laughing.

“You know that’s a good joke,” you laughed pushing his shoulder.

“...yeah,” he said with a grin.

[captain-mcdavid]

three times to fall - nolan patrick

word count: 2k

smut: yes | no

summary: three times the reader realized they might have more than just friendly feelings towards nolan.

warnings: steam, swearing, alcohol (this is like the first thing i’ve written here since gpp, so bear with me, it might not be that great)

the first time

It was getting harder and harder to keep track of your group of friends in the crowded stadium, you stumbled along, your head turning left and right frantically as you looked for a familiar face. 

You slowed your pace, mouth twisting in confusion when a finger hooks through your belt loop, yanking you back into a solid chest. “Watch where you’re going,” Lips graze your ear, a recognizable deep voice whispering while hands slide to rest over your hipbones, guiding you through the crowd. 

You turn your head back and up to look at Nolan, his blue eyes zoned in on moving the two of you through the crowd. His hands stay solid on your waist, and the longer they sit there the hotter the skin starts to feel. You pull forward a little more, trying to distance yourself, hoping that maybe Nolan will let go, but his fingers just tighten on your skin making you picture things you really shouldn’t be picturing with one of your good friends. 

Suddenly Nolan jerks you to the left, and if it weren’t for his solid grip on you, you’re sure you would have tumbled over, but thank god you’re able to stay on your feet in his presence. Just literally, though. Definitely not metaphorically. Your mind trips over almost every little thing he does. 

“There she is!” You hear Leah before you see her, she appears as people clear the small corner your friends are tucked into. “Couldn’t keep up?”

She teases you and you feel the rumble of Nolan’s laughter against your back, reminding you just how close the two of you are. 

Instinctively your hand lands on his wrist, and you swear you feel an actual spark.

“We’re gonna head to the exit on 170th, it’s closest to the cars.” Leah says, and you nod.

Your ears are still ringing from the music but you hear Nolan mumble, “Sure,”

And then the group keeps walking, Nolan still behind you, his hands still on your hips and you heart still beating way too fast.

What is happening?

...

the second time

Standing against the wall you watch as the other party goers do shots, acting rambunctious and carefree. A small laugh escapes you when you see Travis throw his beer can on the ground, stomping on it mercilessly for no reason.

Another wave of the loopiness that pushed you to seek space in the first place hits, so you wander down the hall, pushing into the first room with a bed.

It’s clean, but a fast clean. The type of tidying someone does when they’re in a rush. There’s hockey memorabilia everywhere, and when you see the photo on the bedside table you realize that you’re in Nolan’s room. You feel odd being in here but you slouch onto the bed anyway, feeling better as soon as you’re off your feet.

You lean to look at the pictures on the bedside table, smiling at the sly grin Nolan sports in almost everyone of the photos. Since the concert you had been thinking about him more than you should. It wasn’t normal to view a good friend like this, one that you’ve known since elementary school.

You’ve watched him grow up. And somehow you started seeing him less as the goofy kid that kicked everyone’s ass in gym class hockey, and more as a man. A hot man. With a good sense of humour and an extremely charming smile.

“Snooping?”

Your head snaps towards the door when you hear his voice, his lazy grin lets you know he’s not serious so you smirk in response, giving him a nod, your heart rate picking up.

There are a lot of things running through your head at the moment, and you’re very close to saying every single one of them, but you’d need one more shot to do that.

He runs his hand through his hair as he walks over to you, and your filter loosens enough for the words to slip out, “Can I play with your hair?”

Nolan laughs and you giggle along with him while he sits beside you on the bed. “You wanna play with my hair?”

You nod, biting your lip as you crawl menacingly towards him. His eyes widen and he inches further away, grabbing at your wrists when you try to reach for him.

“No,” He laughs, pushing you away.

You sit back on your knees and frown, “Please,”

He scans you with furrowed brows for a moment before sighing and nodding. You scoot behind him with an excited squeal, signalling his loud laugh, and a flutter of your heart.

You wouldn’t do it- any of this really- if you weren’t intoxicated, but knowing that you can blame all of your embarrassing actions on alcohol. Throwing caution to the wind you move so that your legs are on either side of him, you’re not expecting him to, but almost instinctively he leans back into you. With a grin you run your hands through his locks and he makes a fake moaning noise.

“I’m gonna braid it,” You whisper, separating the hair into three chunks. You’re surprised by how soft it feels in between your fingers. You’re focused on braid and you’re nearly halfway done when you feel a light touch on the bottoms of both of your feet. It’s an uncomfortable tickle that makes you fidgit, both your legs coming to wrap around Nolans torso.

Realizing the weirdness of it all you’re about to move your legs but Nolan holds them there. “What are you doing?” You ask, wiggling your feet in his lap.

Nolan stands suddenly and you gasp, grabbing his shoulders quick so the other half of you doesn’t fall behind. “Nolan put me down!”

He spins maniacally squeezing your calves relentlessly while you shake with laughter. You jerk one leg free finally nearly falling when it hits the ground. Nolan drops your other leg and you use all your strength to shove him. You’re expecting more than him just lazily falling onto the bed, but that’s all you get despite what you though was an impressive output of strength. “Asshole,” You murmur, moving closer to push at his chest, but he catches your wrist with a smirk, yanking you right into him.

You’re nearly chest to chest, and you’re extremely confused as to what’s going on but you let it happen anyway, moving easily as he guides you to straddle his lap. You have a staring contest for a minute, but the look in his eyes is so intense you need a break, so you reach your hands into his hair again, running your nails along his scalp. His eyes flutter shut, hands coming to rest in the back belt loops of your jeans.

“Nolan,” You whisper, and it sounds like a question, cause you’re seriously wondering what the hell is going on.

He opens his eyes and hums a response, one of his hands moving from your back to your face. His thumb catches your bottom lip and he sweeps it down, watching the way it moves.

Your heart is no longer beating steadily at this point, because you can’t believe that this is happening. But it is, and he’s definitely leaning in closer. When he kisses you the first time it’s gentle, so soft you’re not even sure it actually happened. Your lips mould together lightly, almost like he’s afraid of your reaction.

When he pulls back and your eyes flutter open, lips still parted he stares back, his gaze flickering between your own and your mouth. You swear you see the slate color in his eyes darken before he connects your lips again, harder and more urgent this time.

His lips are so soft and inviting, the way they work with your own makes you feel like your entire body is buzzing. His tongue licks into your mouth and you instinctively lean into him, your hands sliding down to the naps of his neck. Tugging lightly at the hair you slide your other hand below the fabric of his flannel and t shirt, trying to get as close as possible.

Nolan pushes at your bum, queuing a roll of your hips against him. The low moan that your movement entices has you pulling away with a gasp, fuck he’s hot.

You observe him with wide eyes, his swollen lips and heaving chest. He tilts your chin up forcefully, exposing your neck. He bites into the skin gently, and you want nothing more than to lean back in and kiss the life out of him, but sober you is fighting for the steering wheel, which is why you blurt out, “What are we doing?”

“Making out,” He mumbles, words muffled against the skin of your neck.

“Just making out?” You reply, your hand gripping harder at his hair. You’re like pushing him into you, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Do you want me to do more?” He whispers, pressing his lips right below your ear.

“More...?” It comes out breathy, you’re totally engrossed in what his mouth is doing.

“Yeah,” He starts, kissing down the column of you neck before dragging his tongue back up. “More.”

A loud moan escapes you at his actions, and he chuckles against your skin. “I’m gonna take that as a yes,”

Then he’s standing up, but you’re prepared this time, holding onto him easily. His teeth are dragging across your collarbone now, while he strides across the room, he kicks the door shut and then turns back to drop you onto the bed.

His lips travel down your neck and chest, and when his hands slide up the fabric, and just when he’s about to pull it off, the door busts open, almost as fast as it just closed.

“Nolan!” Travis yells, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s literally on top of you. “Beer pong, let’s go.” And then he leaves.

The room goes silent and all you and Nolan can do is stare at eachother, the earlier moment completely ruined.

“Uh...”

“I should um-,” Nolan starts, and you nod, frozen underneath him. He just nods and then stands from the bed, looking back and forth between you and the door before he nods awkwardly and then leaves.

What is happening?

...

the third time

“We are not watching that!” Rachel barks, yanking the DVD case from Nolan’s hand. 

“Slap shot is a classic, but fine.” He grunts, flopping down onto the couch beside you.

You shift away from him a little, still not sure how to act. More chatter ensues, and you give input every once in a while, rolling your eyes at your friends incapability to choose a movie. Finally, someone decides on the Avengers, and not everyone is happy of course, but the opening credits start to roll anyways. 

Ignoring the five people already on the couch, Rachel parks herself directly in the middle, squishing everyone up against each other, groans and swears are heard from all of you but Rachel just waves you off, making you roll your eyes. 

You feel Nolan shift beside you, turning so he’s more on his side giving you a little more space. “Here,” He mumbles, hand finding your leg and adjusting you so you were in the same position, your back pressed to his front. He’s practically spooning you, your right shoulder pressed to the back of the couch. You’re stiff against his body, and it’s like he can feel it, cause he rubs his hand back and forth against your thigh.

You haven’t talked about what happened at his party, and Nolan seems to be acting like nothing has happened, but you can’t brush it off that easy. Not after all these feelings you’ve been having.

To your surprise he doesn’t move his hand, it stays in it’s place a few inches above your knee. Leah chucks a blanket over the herself and the two of you, making Nolan’s very noticeable PDA less noticeable.

As the movie starts, your friends chatter and jost at eachother, but it dies down eventually, everyone quieting to watch the action.

You eventually relax too, leaning back into Nolan instinctively, your eyes drooping the longer the movie plays.

At some point the noise around you mutes completely, Nolan’s warmth and steady breathing lulling you to sleep.

You don’t wake until the movies over, your friends all nudging on the couch to get up.

You shift, trying to appear less groggy but then a hand slides from your leg to your waist, and Nolan pulls you back against him.

“Tired?” His low voice rumbles behind you, and maybe it’s that you’re still tired, or maybe it’s that you just want to feel him behind you, but you nod, leaning even further back.

He chuckles, his head falling to rest on yours. And then your friends turn to face you all cuddled up, and the both of you are straightening up immediately.

You stand, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. “Good movie,” You say, and everyone laughs.

“Oh please, you watched maybe five minutes of it,” Leah quips, and you make a face back.

“Ready Nolan?” Trevor asks, pulling his keys out of his pocket.

Everybody else heads to the door as well, giving hugs on the way out.

Nolan reaches out to give you a one armed hug before he walks out the door, and it’s so quick you almost miss the way he kisses the corner of your mouth, winking before he walks out.

You’re left standing there in complete shock, which seems to be a very common emotion when you’re around Nolan lately.

And all you can think is what is happening?

[thunder-at-dawn]

October 3rd

word count: 1,535

prompt: distraction

summary: sapnap wants to show karl an extraordinary cave that he found. however, a creature lurks in the shadows, and it wants to thwart their plans… or does it?

I loved writing this one, might be one of my all time favorites. you guys are really in for a treat. :)

warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]

If there was one thing that Karl knew about Sapnap, it was that he could be extremely unpredictable. It was almost like he had a different group of personality traits every day. Some days, he would be more affectionate. Sometimes, he was less confident and loud like normal. However, if Karl had to choose two traits to describe him in this very moment, they would be hyper and adventurous.

“I swear, you should’ve been there when me and George found it! It was so cool, I could’ve stayed there for hours.” Sapnap rambled on, walking in front of Karl. “You’re going to love it.”

“Wow, you seem really excited about this.” Karl, who was the calmer of the two currently, observed as he walked behind.

“Well, of course!” Sapnap grinned, a bounce in his steps. “I’m excited for you to see this!”

Karl smiled softly. Seeing his fiancé so happy made him happy in return. He looked at the trees, stretching high up in the air. If the woods they were walking through were beautiful, then this cave had to be breathtaking.

Suddenly, Sapnap stopped walking. Karl didn’t even notice until he bumped into him, and noticed that he was now standing still.

“Uh… Karl? Did you hear that?” Sapnap turned around, looking at the time traveler with nervous eyes.

“Hear what?”

“That noise. Did you not just hear that?”

“…No. I didn’t hear anything. What are you talking about?”

“I just heard a noise. It…” Sapnap paused. “It sounded like a monster.”

“A monster?” Karl asked, now a bit on edge. “What kind?”

“I dunno, it just…” The other sighed, looking onwards. “It’s probably nothing. Look, we’re almost at the cave entrance. Let’s just keep walking.”

The happy, bubbly mood in the air had suddenly shifted to a heavy, ominous one as the two lovers wandered through the woods. Sapnap would keep insisting that he was hearing a noise, but every time, Karl would hear nothing. It was honestly making him a little bit concerned.

“Alright… this is it.” Sapnap let out a shaky breath, the pep in his step completely gone.

Karl looked up, noticing the cave entrance. The entrance itself was a big hole in a hill, and it led down. There were a few torches on the walls at the entrance, but everything else beyond that was pitch black.

“Um…” Sapnap looked at the dark abyss, grabbing a torch from off the wall and handing it to Karl. “Is… Is it okay if you go in front?”

The other’s eyebrows furrowed with concern. Sapnap was so… happy, just a few moments ago, and now he was scared. Karl could tell he was trying to act calm, but he was clearly nervous.

If Karl could describe Sapnap today with a third word, it would be fearful.

“Yeah… I can.” He nodded, holding the torch in his hand, and lightly holding Sapnap’s hand with the other. The two of them walked gently down the steps of the cave, holding each other’s hands, making sure not to trip over anything. Karl, leading ahead of them, felt his partner’s hand slip away, and his heart skipped a beat. “Sapnap?”

“Sorry, I keep getting distracted.” Sapnap sighed. “Are you sure you don’t hear that?”

“I don’t hear anything!” Karl exclaimed, getting more uneasy by the minute. It was true, he really didn’t hear any sort of monster noise. He hadn’t once for this entire journey. What he did hear next, however, was the noise of Sapnap falling over.

“Sapnap?!” The traveler whipped around, running behind him to help his friend off of the ground. However, when he went to help him up, no one was there.

“Sap? Oh my honk, where did you go?”

He was behind him one second ago, and he wasn’t there anymore. Karl was alone in the deep, dark cave, with the torch as his only friend.

And then, he heard it.

A low, rumbling, growl.

A monster.

Karl didn’t know what to do in that moment, so he did the first thing that came to his mind.

Run.

He turned around, torch in hand, and ran back up to the entrance. He ran as fast as his legs could take him, and the light at the end of the tunnel showed more and more. He made it up to the top, sticking the torch to the wall and putting his hands on his knees, panting heavily. He couldn’t remember the last time he ran that fast. But where was Sapnap? He was right behind him. And now he wasn’t. He needed to find him, as soon as he could. It was the only thing on his mind, he couldn’t do anything else before he found-

“Karl!”

“AAH!”

Karl felt two hands grab onto his sides, and he turned around in a stumbled panic as he let out a loud scream. There was Sapnap, right behind him. And boy, did he find Karl’s reaction hilarious.

“Sapnap! What the honk?! You scared me!” Karl placed a heart on his chest.

Sapnap, on the other hand, was in hysterics. He clutched his stomach, laughing loudly. “Ihi’m sohorry, Ihi’m sohorry! Ihi cohouhuldn’t hehelp mysehelf!”

“I thought I was going to have a heart attack.” Karl sighed, stepping closer to Sapnap.

“Ihi cahan tehell! My mohonsteher nohoihise reheahally scahared yohou, huh?”

Karl looked at his giggling companion, confused, until it hit him, and his eyes went wide in realization. “That was you?! Sapnap!”

If Karl could describe Sapnap today with a fourth word, it would be mischievous.

He wanted to be annoyed at Sapnap, he really did. He wanted to discipline him for giving him the scare of his life, but he couldn’t do it when he was being so cute. His smile could light up any room.

And his laughter… could bring joy to anyone, no matter the situation.

“You found that funny, huh, Sapnap?” Karl asked, crossing his arms and stepping closer. Sapnap nodded, a snort coming from him as he still laughed. “Well, I’ve got something really funny to show you then!”

Sapnap giggled, raising an eyebrow out of curiosity. When he felt two hands grab onto his sides and furiously squeeze, he giggled more, a girlish squeal escaping his lips before he could stop it.

“DuhuHUDE! Nohohoho!!” He wriggled around, but Karl held onto him firmly, squeezing relentlessly.

“Dude, yes! You totally deserve this for scaring the honk outta me.” Karl responded, an equally wide smile on his face as his squeezes moved upwards, starting to now squeeze at Sapnap’s ribs.

“Noho I doHOHON’T!” He screamed out, sinking towards the ground. Karl only grinned and followed him down.

“Yes, you do! It was very mean.” Karl faked being upset, fingers bouncing along his fiancé’s ribs like a piano. Sapnap was in a giggling frenzy, shoving at his hands and attempting to hide his pink face.

“Y’know, it’s almost like you’re more ticklish when you’re already giggly. Which is very convenient right now.” He smiled.

“YeHEHEahah, fohor yoHOHOU!” Sapnap yelled out, the blush on his face growing deeper. Karl shook his head, stopping his fingers.

“You keep talking back to me, it’s so rude! Looks like I need to put you in your place, mister!” The time traveler had a soft smirk on his face, reaching a hand down and slowly pulling up Sapnap’s shirt. When he felt the fabric moving, Sapnap’s squirming increased drastically.

“WAIT! Wait! WahAHait! Dohon’t! Karl, Kaharl. Come ohon, dude.” He pleaded, the evil look on his fiancé’s face filling his stomach with butterflies. “Yohou dohon’t have to doho this. Kaharl. Karl. Wait. Wahait. KARL, DOHON’T! KAHAHARL-”

A high pitched scream cut Sapnap off, preventing him from saying any more as the feeling of a raspberry rippled through his tummy. After he screamed, high pitched, bubbly laughter spilled out of him like a waterfall. And just when he thought it was over, he felt another one and shrieked with laughter, throwing himself against the ground.

If Karl could describe Sapnap today with a fifth word, it would be adorable.

“KAHAHARL!! PLEHEHEAHAHASE! IHI CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!” He screamed as his limit was being reached. Smaller raspberries started to be planted on his stomach instead, and then, they were reduced to small, slightly tickly kisses, each one accompanied with a “mwah!” sound.

“Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!” Karl giggled along with Sapnap as he planted kisses all over his tummy. He finally finished, grabbing Sapnap’s hand and helping him off of the ground once he was rested up.

“Sooo… is there actually a cool cave around here? Or did you just bring yourself out here to scare the honk outta me?” Karl asked.

“No, there actually is a cave. I did want to show you, we just got distracted. You still wanna see?” Sapnap offered, grinning when Karl nodded.

Just as Karl had done before, Sapnap grabbed the torch from the wall with one hand, and held Karl’s own in the other. He excitedly led his lover down the cave path, reaching a railroad with two minecarts.

That day, Karl reaffirmed two things he knew about Sapnap.

One: He was definitely an unpredictable person.

Two: Karl wouldn’t change that trait for the world.