#hey guys does anyone know how to just do stuff without freaking out and shaking like a leaf all the time

[cherrylight]

hey guys do you ever feel lost and unsure of what to do

[tntblrconfessions]

Hey, babble anon here

I've been refraining from sending every au I've thought of [there's more than 100, but most are spin offs/variations of themselves]

But, nevertheless, another au hath dropped for you to see. This one is too long to keep in my head lmao

Concept: magic society. Wilbur is son of magic guy Phil but finds himself cursed, and fearing for his life and family, he runs away into spooky forest. In the forest, quackity runs a small gang of cursed guys on the run. Cue plot

The world building in this one is sketchy because I was focused on the plot and character development. What you need to know is this, there are non magic humans, magic humans, cursed humans, and spirits. Both magic and non magic humans live in harmony, with magic ones being higher class due to their abilities. Cursed humans are well. Cursed. I didn't quite decide how the cursing happens, but it has to be like,, inflicted. A cursed human then starts gaining animal features and instincts as well as a newfound magic power [if they had magic before, that magic is dulled in favor of the fancy curse magic]. People dont like the cursed because they're often seen as dangerous and violent due to animal instincts. Which is sorta true? But not really, they're just bitches.

Anyways! Plot time

Wilbur lives with his father and his little brother tommy, he's like 23ish and just works for his dad. He sings in his free time and dreams of being a bard but is too paranoid to go out and do it. While working for his dad, somehow he is cursed [I didn't figure this out ok]. The nurse checking him over realizes he's cursed and freaks them both out a bit. Wilbur, in his panic, commands them to not tell anyone anything and accidentally curses them to be silent forever. [His magic stuff :D]

Afraid of what he did and of people's reactions, he runs away. He runs into the dark forest, a place known for being inhabited by mischievous spirits and either killing, nearly killing, or driving one to madness. As Wilbur walks through it, he sees and hears spirits and starts humming to himself to calm himself, which the spirits hum back.

Meanwhile! Quackity has a gang of cursed fellas [consisting of Sam, tubbo, foolish, and ranboo but also anyone else that isn't mentioned could be in it. Those are the only ones featured.] Living in the forest. Q made a deal with a spirit in the forest to protect an area by giving up an item he was attached to [his finances rings, long story] then! Suddenly! Wilbur runs in. No one has ever gotten past the forest without quackity with them, so they're very suspicious of the new guy. Especially cause he's refusing to speak.

Eventually, they realize wils just some guy, and let him stay. He n quackity are both distrustful of each other and keep getting into petty fights. This part is a little blurry, but basically wilbur starts to Befriend everyone. He does walk in on quackity checking on the border and then they get closer. Q gets a puppy crush and is desperately trying to kill it, while Wilbur is just a shaking wet cat of anxiety and paranoia. Q and Wil also bond over their curses turning them into bird people [q helps Wil with his wings]

While they're all learning to get along and being happy and domestic and shit, Phil is losing his mind. He's super worried, the nurse won't speak, everyone says they saw wilbur walk into the fucking dark forest. He calls on an old friend of his, techno, who was living in near isolation in the north. He's a great hunter and Phil asks for his help in finding Wil. They venture unto the forest looking for him, but they keep getting lost.

Back at the gangs area, the shield protecting them is getting weaker. Quackity realizes its because his attachment to the rings is lessening because of his feels for Wilbur. This causes a lot of tension between them and after a small mishap, tntduo get into an argument. A less petty, more serious argument, where theyre yelling and digging deep. Quackity hits wilbur where it hurts and wilbur yells at him to shut the fuck up and his magic does its job. Quackity is panicking and wilbur, terrified by himself and guilty of what he did, runs out of the force field and into the forest.

Quackity and the gang try to fix the spell, but can't. Quackity thinks somw things through, and while he's still sorta angry at Wil, he finds he doesn't mind the idea of loving him. He hates the spell tho.

Wilbur meanwhile, is in the forest having a panic attack. In the middle of the trees he cries out and asks every question he has. The forest says nothing, but Wilbur sees a glint and follows it. As he walks through the forest, memories and voices from his past come through, fragmented pieces coming together to give him a message. A memory of a fight with his brother, a sentence from his friend talking about her customers, a distant memory of his mother before she passed. Wilvur is confused and begs the spirits doing this to him to tell him how to undo what he did, and through more messages they tell him that he needs to stop running, and face it. He needs to apologize. So wilbur runs back.

Quackity sees wilbur come back in the stave, the shields are super weak now. The gang are all apprehensive because of how wilbur was before, but he just kneels in front of quackity and apologizes. He speaks for a long time and makes sure his point gets across. Then, quackity laughs, and says that Wilbur is the first person to apologize to him in ages. They smile, embrace, and then the staves shield comes down completely.

Outside the forest, Phil is getting more and more worried. He has seen no sign of his son in months and he is desperate. So, when a young man with an axe and a mission to rid the world of cursed beasts tells him that his son was likely taken by a group of cursed humans in the forest, Phil agrees to help him.

The gang is now separated in the forest and the cursed hunters are after them. They do their best to fight back, but eventually Q is cornered by dream and Phil. Wilbur, recognizing his dad, jumps down and defends Q. Dream realizes Wil is cursed and tries to kill him but Phil kills the hunter just before. Phil then calls techno to get the other hunters out and it's revealed that techno is also a cursed. So Wilbur had nothing to fear from his family.

The story ends with the spirit of Kristin, wilburs mother, and the spirit of the forest, appearing to them and imparting messages of hope and love. Then Phil takes the gang back to his house and they plan to help the world get used to cursed people and then tntduo kiss!!! Tommy gags in the background

theyre soooo /pos

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The Heat | JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: You and the pogues are having a day out on the boat and the heat gets to you. 

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You and the rest of the pogues found a great spot on the water that the boys could fish and swimming was also an option. It was a hot summer day and it being mid day, the sun rays were at their highest of the day. 

You, Kie and Sarah had packed snacks and drinks for all of you, making sure water was included to keep everyone hydrated. The boys were at the back of the boat fishing and the three of you girls were laying up at the front.

Sarah glanced behind y’all to make sure the boys weren’t paying attention. They were in their own little world of conversation. She nudges you, “So..” 

“Yes?” You hold your hand over your head to shield the sun as you look over at her. 

“You and JJ. What’s going on with that?” 

You groan and sit up. 

“yeah yeah, what’s going on with the two of you?” Kie eagerly asks, “I’ve noticed a little change with the two of you. Like how JJ hasn’t gone out on a date in weeks!” 

“That has nothing to do with me.” 

“Oh bullshit.” Sarah curses, “It so does!” She sits up as well. 

“Sarah’s right.” Kie nods, leaning back against the side of the boat, “I even heard him tell a touron the other day he had a girlfriend. Which we know was a lie.” 

You didn’t know that and look at Kie, “He said that he had a girlfriend?” 

“Well yes, but he was lying.”

“Oh for sure, lying.” Sarah confirms, “I think it was a way to keep the girls off him, make sure they knew he wasn’t interested in anyone else.” 

You grab your nearby water taking a sip, “What does all this have to do with me? Me and him are best friends.. you and everyone else on this island knows it.” 

“He’s letting people know he’s taken because he wants you! Not anyone else.” Sarah gives you a duh look, “I mean come on, y/n. you can’t honestly believe he doesn’t have any feelings for you. You two flirt all the time.” 

“He does not have any feelings for me. Plus, the flirting is just friendly banter. How do you girls jump to those kind of conclusions?” You stand, tossing your sunglasses on your bag. You take the chance to take a peek at the boys; JJ was already staring at you. 

“New bathing suit?” JJ calls out to you, covering up the fact he was in deed staring at you, but it wasn’t because he thought it was a new bathing suit. He’d seen that one before. He’s pretty sure you’d wore it last time on the boat. He just hoped you didn’t catch on. 

You glanced down at the bathing suit and raised an eyebrow at him, “Um.. no I’ve had this one.” 

Shit. “oh.” He nods, “It looked new.” He clears his throat and turns back to the water to focus on catching a fish. 

You take a deep breath, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the heat, “It’s hot out here. You girls want to get in?” 

Kie and Sarah decline your offer and you make your way to the side of the boat to jump off, suddenly feeling very dizzy. You grab the boat to steady yourself, “Woah..” 

“Hey, you okay?” JJ has already handed off his reel to John B, “You don’t look so good.” 

“I don’t..” You look up to JJ, but as soon as you do, you feel yourself float away. The last thing you hear is JJ’s voice yelling your name. 

~ 

“Should we call 911?! She might have hit her head, got a concussion.” JJ looks up at the pogues, worried. 

“JJ, calm down.” Sarah grabs a towel, wetting it and handing it to JJ, “run that along her forehead and neck to cool her down.” 

Kie grabs another towel, “hold this up and shield her from the sun.” She instructs John B and Pope, who do as she says. 

“She could have hit her head Sarah, I mean what if she has brain damage or something? She might have a concussion.. She could be.. she might not remember us or something.” JJ’s voice is filled with worry as he looks down at you, doing as Sarah said with the towel. 

“JJ, she didn’t hit her head.. You caught her.” Sarah holds back a smile. If only you were awake to see how worried JJ was about you. 

“The heat just got to her. She is probably dehydrated.” Kie says pulling a cold water bottle out of the cooler, “She’s going to be fine, JJ.” She gives his shoulder a pat. 

Your eyes flutter open and you’re immediately met with JJ’s blue ones staring back. Your head is in his lap, “What.. happened.” 

“You fainted.” He abandons the wet towel to grab the water bottle, “Scared us all to death is what you did.” 

“Us?” Sarah laughs. 

JJ gives her a look and you give her a confused look as you slowly sit up, JJ’s free hand on your back to help you sit up, “Thank you.” You say, taking a sip of the water from JJ as he puts the bottle to your lips. 

“We should head back to the Chateau. It’s too hot out here.” JJ looks at John B, who nods in agreement. 

“But we didn’t catch a fish.” Pope mutters softly as he goes to sit down, sad to be leaving so soon without a fish. 

JJ pulls his hat off his head, slipping it on yours, “To shield the sun off you.” He helps you stand so you can sit down on one of the seats. 

“Thank you.” You fix the hat on your head. 

Usually you’re seated in between Sarah and Kie on the boat rides, but JJ doesn’t leave your side. He continues to make you drink the water and also keeps a protective arm behind you on the edge of the boat. 

When the HMS pogue arrives at the Chateau, JJ only leaves your side to help John B and Pope dock the boat. Sarah and Kie beat him to helping you off the dock. “We’re going to get changed.” Sarah says to John B. She sees JJ’s face and holds back a smile, “We’ll keep an eye on her JJ.” 

JJ nods and turns back to help unload the boat with the boys. You and the girls get changed into some comfy clothes as the boys finish bringing the stuff to the porch. Since no fish were caught, John B suggested heading to the market to grab some to cook for dinner tonight. 

“I think that’s a great idea.” Kie nods, “You boys go and us girls will stay here to relax.” 

JJ approaches you on the porch, “You feeling okay?” 

You nod, “Feel better now.” You give him a reassuring smile and hold his hat out to him, “Your hat.” 

He glances at the hat and then his eyes are back on yours, “Keep it.” A small smirk plays on his lips, “Looks better on you anyways.” And with that he backs away from you and jogs off to the van where John B and Pope are waiting. 

You blush and slowly slip on the hat. When JJ sees the hat on you he lets out a whistle, “Damn.” He winks at you and then closes the van door. 

You laugh and shake your head turning around to see Kie and Sarah smiling at you. 

“Oh girl.” Sarah smirks. 

“He’s so in love with you!” Kie adds. 

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Red lily and kirishima?

Alrighty! I am SO SORRY for taking so long but here is Red Lily (Passion) and Kirishima! And as always!

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: oral! (fem & male receiving), use of recording equipment, "sir", drinking, Denki/Jirou and Baku/Deku, uhhhh i think thats it.

Cam!BoyKiri & Fem!Reader

W/C - 5.7K

“Ahhh ahhhh, mmfff.” Covering your mouth with your hand you try your best to muffle the sounds of your moans however, your partner does not approve.

His large calloused hand grabs your wrist and pins it to your side, slapping your thigh to get your attention. As you drag your blurry eyes to the man between your legs you are once again captivated by the sight. How could you not be, when such a gorgeous giant man is tongue fucking you dumb.

He lifts his head up for a moment, licking cum from his lips and not sounding the least bit winded even though he has been shoving his face in your pussy for what feels like an hour.

“I told you princess,” he slowly dips three fingers into your cunt “how can anyone learn when you aren’t telling them what feels good?” he raises a scarred eyebrow and winks at you before dropping his head back down and resuming his feast.

“Mmmm o-okay Red Ri- Riot.”

*****

When you hear the front door to your apartment slam you know your time has come.

“Y/N! Get your ass out here now!”

As much as you want to avoid this fight you know that if you ignore your roommate Jirou she will just use that ridiculously expensive sound system she has and point it right at your door. You groan as you get up and trudge to your door, easing it open and peeking around it to see her standing at the edge of the hallway. “Nice to see you back babes.” You pull the door open all the way and step out of your room but not any closer “How was your night?”

“How was my night? HOW WAS MY NIGHT?!”

You flinch at the sheer volume of her voice and slide a wry smile on your face. “Was Denki not as good as you thought he would be?”

Jirou throws her hands up and scoffs. “Ya know, I would be a lot less upset if I didn’t have to wake up at THREE IN THE MORNING when Mineta came back to their apartment SOBBING!”

You try to hold in your laugh, unsuccessfully, so while you clutch your chest to try and calm the wheezing Jirous face gets red with anger. “I’m - I’m sorry but he fucking cried? Please tell me you got a picture, or a video.”

“Of course I fucking did but that is beside the point!” You see a hint of a smile on her face but it quickly disappears. “I thought you were gonna handle him for me until today?”

“Did you not get your nut? I gave you five hours ya prude.”

“Of course we had sex you inconsiderate butt munch. But it was quickly overshadowed when Mineta busted into the room without knocking and got a bloody nose when he saw me in bed with Denki.” She pinches the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes. “It was disgusting, the little freak couldn’t decide whether to drool over me or cry over what you said to him, so he did both.”

You’re hunched over laughing with your hands on your knees but one look at your friend's face sobers you up and you walk over to hug her. “I’m sorry, that must have been really uncomfortable.”

She wraps her arms around you and nods. “It really fuckin was, but Denki got up and threw him out of the room so that was satisfying to watch.”

“Was Denki satisfying to fuck?”

Jirou tenses up and pulls away from you. “Changing the subject isn’t gonna make me forgive you.”

“I know, but telling me about the amazing sex you had will make you forget about it.” She glares at the shit eating grin on your face then huffs out a laugh.

“Fine, but you're buying breakfast.”

“Deal! Now,” you wrap an arm around her shoulder and lead her to the living room, “please tell me he started out with foreplay.”

*****

“The idiot got a fuckin nosebleed?”

Denki nods his head, wincing as a large hand claps his back.

“That’s such a bummer dude!” Kirishima looks at him in pity, “but at least you finally got together with Jirou right? You guys gonna hang out again?”

“I wouldn’t want to.” Bakugou laughs over his very large glass of orange juice.

Denki drops his head on the table in defeat while Kirishima looks over at Bakugou with disappointment. “Dude, if you're not gonna say anything nice then don’t say anything at all.”

Bakugou slams his cup back on the table, the juice sloshing in the cup but not spilling over the edge. “When have I ever said anything nice?!”

Kirishima sighs heavily and shakes his head before turning back to his sullen friend. “Why was Mineta crying in the first place?”

Denki's voice is muffled by the table. “Apparently Jirous' friend Y/N said something really mean to him.”

Bakugou laughs, “Wish I could have been there to see it.”

*****

You had been at the club for almost an hour already, still sipping on the same drink and watching Jirou from the corner of your eye. You knew this was a good place to suggest a casual meet up with the guy she liked.

A two story building with a bar on the first floor and a lounge on the second. The second floor lounge was sparsely decorated and boasted a large open fireplace in the middle and various couches and chairs scattered throughout the rest of the space.

As you sit with your back to the bar you radiate a sense of aloof boredom, just enough of a resting bitch face to keep people from being too chummy but not enough for people to outright avoid you.

She looks like she's having fun, that’s all that matters.

“So how long have you and Jirou known each other?”

Shit, I forgot he was next to me.

You put on your customer service smile and turn to the man next to you, Denki’s friend Mineta. “We’ve known each other since grade school, our parents both work in the music industry.”

“So you’ve known each other through like, high school and stuff?” You try your best to ignore the creepy glint in his eyes and cover your cup with your hand.

“Like I said, we’ve known each other since grade school so yes. We went to high school together.”

“So have you like…. Seen each other naked?”

You cringe when the creepy little brat looks up at you. “Excuse me?”

“Well you know, I’ve heard that umm statistically speaking women have seen other women naked more times than men.”

“Mhm, yeah we did.” You down the rest of your drink and before you set the glass on the bar top another one is being slid over to you by the bartender. You roll your eyes at the pity on their face and tip them. “Thanks Midoriya.”

“Anything for my favorite patron.”

“Only cause I tip well.”

He laughs, his emerald eyes shining. “That and your invigorating conversational skills.” Before you can throw a witty retort back Mineta is asking another thinly veiled offensive question and you are back to entertaining him.

Jirou and Denki leave the bar around ten thirty so he can show her his ‘book collection’ . You laugh, telling Jirou to use protection when reading.

For the next couple of hours you take Mineta to a couple of more bars downtown, ones where you know all the bartenders. He continued asking inappropriate questions that were always followed by an excuse as to why they were actually harmless.

You had just arrived at your favorite billiard bar when you decided to ask your own.

“So you’ve had sex right?”

Mineta chokes on his vodka and redbull, “Fuck yeah I have, lots of sex. You look like you have too.” You ignore the last comment and casually sip your water.

“What do you do for foreplay?”

He laughs and you raise an eyebrow. “Foreplay? I just put it in, pussys get wet eventually and if not, that’s what lube’s for.”

You’re silent for a minute, not fully believing that he just actually said that. “I’m sorry?”

“Foreplay takes too long, I satisfy plenty without it.” He smirks at you, placing one of his hands on your thigh. Taking a deep breath you slap his hand off you and put your chin in your hand, glaring at him.

“Have you asked your partners if they were satisfied?” You hold one hand up, signaling air quotations around the word partners.

“No?”

Taking a minute to have another drink of water you turn to him fully. “Then I doubt you have satisfied them at all. Foreplay takes too long? This is why people need to take a class on how to please their partner. You don’t look like you could satisfy yourself with your own hand much less satisfy another human being.” You wave goodbye to the bartender, and grab your purse. “The only satisfying thing about you is that you are as stupid as you look. Don’t worry about your drink, I put it on my tab. Do me a favor and search ‘how to sexually please a woman’ on wikihow, maybe you’ll learn something.”

*****

Somehow you are invited to hangout when Jirou meets up with Denki again.

They are meeting at the same lounge but he is bringing two of his friends so you are tagging along. You made Jirou swear on her sound board that Mineta was not one of those friends.

You both get to the bar first, grabbing a spot with two couches. Midoriya brings your usual and takes Jirous' order, winking when you hand him your card to start a tab.

You’re drinking and chatting when Denki walks in, excitedly waving to you both and walking over to give Jirou a hug. “Hey ladies! These are my buddies,” He turns to the side to introduce them and you choke.

“Looks like someone already knows me.” The tall beefy redhead has a sideways smile and your face goes red. “I go by Kirishima when I’m not working,” he holds out a hand to Jirou to shake and leans down to kiss the back of yours. “But feel free to call me Red if it pleases you.”

The other friend scoffs at you both and walks off to the bar, a sadistic smile on his face when Midoriya looks at him with wide eyes. “The angry one is Bakugo, don’t mind him.”

Denki is trying his best to hold in his laughter while whispering to Jirou, you can guess what he is telling her by the way her mouth drops open and she whips her head over to you.

The guys head to the bar and you try your best to be one with the couch when your friend sits next to you with a smile on her face. “So that’s what you're doing on Saturday nights.”

“Please just kill me now.”

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this one babe.”

“I’m fucking lonely okay?”

She puts her hands up. “Hey I’m not judging, it’s perfectly natural to watch camboys.”

“And like I say at the end of every stream,” Kirishima walks up and sits on the armrest of the couch next to you. “I always appreciate your patronage.”

“I have never been more embarrassed in my life.” You finish your drink and try to signal Midoriya for another but he is talking to Bakugou, a flirty smile on his face and a hand on his forearm.

“They’ve known each other for a while.” You look up at the man next to you, Denki and Jirou caught up in their own flirty banter.

“Midoriya and your friend? I’ve never seen him here though.”

“They both are convinced the other doesn’t like them.”

You look back over at the two talking. “Are they fucking blind?”

Kirishima laughs, it’s a deep rumble that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and a shiver go up your spine. “Yeah, they are. Denki and I tried to talk to Bakugou about it once but he’s a little hard headed.”

You giggle when Kirishima knocks on his head with his fist. “Yeah he looks like the stubborn type.”

Your companions have moved to the other couch so Kirishima moves to sit next to you. “Hey uh,” he looks down at his drink, a shy look on his face and a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

You hurriedly wave your hands in front of you, “Oh no! Please don’t worry about it.” clearing your throat you fidget with the hem of your shirt. “I was just a little flustered, never imagined I would meet you in person.”

He laughs again, and you decide that the sound is more attractive than any you have heard during his streams. “Disappointed?”

“I wouldn’t say that.” You smile when he looks back at you. “Why? You worried Mr. Red Riot?”

He smiles, the sharp points of his teeth looking much more dangerous in real life, you wonder what it would take to get him to bite you. “I wouldn’t say that.”

Hours passed by in a blur, you and Kirishima talked about everything and anything. Denki and Jirou would sometimes join in on your conversation or vice versa. Even the grumpy one came back when Midoriya had to help customers. Eventually Jirou and Denki left together, Bakugou went back to the bar and stayed saying something about ‘stupid Deku’.

When you were both alone you and Kirishima sat in companionable silence for a bit before he offered to take you home. Since you both had been drinking he orders a ride service and while you both wait you check your phone. “Well that’s just rude.”

“Something wrong?”

Shoving your phone back in your purse, you sigh. “The love birds went to my apartment to avoid the pervert.”

Kirishima chuckles, “You talkin about Mineta?”

“Ugh, yeah.”

“I heard you made him cry.”

You grimace, “All I did was tell him some harsh truths, not my fault he can’t take criticism. Besides,” you put your hands on your hips and look up at the man with a scowl on your face. “He deserved it, every bit of it.”

The car arrives and he opens the door for you, “I’m gonna need to hear that story, want to go to my place? Bakugou said he was…. sleeping, somewhere else tonight.”

You hesitate to answer for a moment, not wanting him to assume anything was gonna happen but from the look on his face and the tone of his voice you knew he wasn’t expecting anything. “I would love to.”

The ride to his apartment is quiet, not wanting to inadvertently offend the driver with your story you save it for later. When you arrive Kirishima helps you out of the car and thanks the driver before placing his large hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the front door. You almost stumble, very aware of the size of his hand compared to your body.

It’s so warm

He unlocks the door and you head inside, Kirishima turning on lights while calling back to you. “Feel free to make yourself at home. If you want, I can start heating up water for tea.”

You take off your shoes and place your purse on the table next to the door, grabbing your phone and following his voice. “That sounds good to me, could you tell me where the-”

“Restroom is the second door on the right, Bakugou is a neat freak so it’s spotless, don't worry.”

You head to the restroom, controlling the urge to open the other doors on your way. After taking care of yourself you shoot a quick text to your roommate letting her know where you are and to text you when her and Denki are done ‘reading’.

You get to the kitchen and sit at the table, telling Kirishima about your interaction with Mineta. By the time you are done the tea is steeping in front of you both and he is wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

“Ya know, I was gonna make it a point to beat that idiot for what he said but your response was so perfect I would just be kicking a man while he’s down.”

You stand up, giggling and bow a couple of times. “Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week.”

When you sit back down, Kirishima has his hand on his chin, a look of contemplation on his face. “A class on how to please their partners huh?”

“I don’t know, I’ve been with quite a few guys who had the same mentality as that idiot. Would be nice if someone could teach them what foreplay is.”

“Like a lecture? Or do you mean a live example?”

You shrug your shoulders. “What would a textbook do? Might as well have someone record a tutorial, the recipient would just need to say what feels good out loud.”

“That’s a good idea, most of those people watch porn anyway, might as well make it informative.”

You look over at Kirishima and blush at his smoldering gaze. “Umm, yeah that’s what I was thinking too.”

“Mind if I ask you a personal question?”

Your heartbeat picks up, “Go ahead.”

The smile that appears on his face is down right predatorial. “How vocal are you with your partners?”

*****

You were nervous sure, but so fucking ready. Kirishima had set all of his recording stuff up in his room, after making sure you were 100% comfortable with it, and made sure to let you know that you can stop at any point in time.

“I’m not doing this live stream. Don’t want you caring about what my viewers are thinking if you wanna stop.”

You’re standing off to the side with your arms wrapped around yourself, chewing your lips. “Thank you, that actually makes me feel a lot better.”

After moving stuff around, Kirishima looks over at you in concern. “Are you really okay with this?”

“I’m fine.” he raises a scarred eyebrow, “I promise! I think I'll be less nervous once we get started.”

Kirishima raises both eyebrows and slowly smiles. “Eager are we?”

“Are you kidding me? If you were to grab me by the throat, force my mouth open and spit in it I would say thank you sir.” your face goes red when you realize what you just said. “I-I mean you’re fuckin hot and….. Easy to talk to, and….”

He walks up to you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. “It’s alright! Not like I haven't had someone tell me that before.” You huff out a laugh. “I mean not to my face but it was cute coming from you.”

You groan in embarrassment, then Kirishima grabs your hand and guides you towards a chair in view of the camera and your heartbeat picks up. He gently grabs your chin and tilts your face up, moving closer till you can feel his breath on your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please”

He closes the distance, pressing his lips softly against yours as you lay your hands on his chest. The kiss is sweet until you feel his tongue swipe against the seam of your lips and whimper. He growls, sitting down on the chair and pulling you on top of him before cupping your face and kissing you again, biting your bottom lip and thrusting his tongue into your mouth when you gasp at the sweet pain.

Pulling back Kirishima coos at the look on your face. “Did you like when I bit you?”

“Mhm” you nod your head, licking your bottom lip. “Do it more… please.”

“Of course princess.”

You shiver at the name. “Oh god please keep calling me that too.”

Placing his hands on your hips, Kirishima kisses your lips again, biting your lip then kissing down your jaw to your ear. “Anything else princess?”

“T-touch me.”

“Where would you like me to touch you?”

You moan as he kisses down your neck, biting just hard enough to not break the skin. “Anywhere… everywhere.”

He chuckles darkly, slowly dragging his hands from your hips up your sides. You squirm in his lap and drape your arms on his shoulders.

“You’re so soft.” he nips then licks your shoulder. “I would never get tired of touching you.”

Huffing with impatience you grab his wrists and bring his hands up to your breasts. He stops just shy of palming them. “You know, if you wanted me to touch you here you should have been more specific.”

You arch your back pushing your breasts out. Your nipples are hard, visible through the thin material of your top. “Don’t be gentle, I like it rough.”

Kirishima answers by grabbing your breasts softly while lowering his head to bite your nipples. Your hands drag up the back of his neck to grab his hair as you cry out in broken mewls.

He alternates between biting and sucking on your nipples rolling and pinching the other one between his fingers. When he pulls away you take your shirt off, he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra, which follows your shirt to the floor.

You sit up a bit on his lap and help him remove his shirt before you cup his face and kiss him. It’s messy and ravenous, you whimper when his teeth scrape against your lips.

When he pulls away again he goes right back to playing with your nipples.

He feels you buck in his lap and looks up at you. “You gonna cum princess? Just from me playing with your nipples?”

You nod your head. “Yes, please don’t stop. M’so close.”

Kirishima grins, pushing both of your breasts together and managing to get both nipples in his mouth. Lathing his tongue over both before nibbling on them, paying attention to your breathing and the shallow rocking of your hips. When your breathing gets quicker and your hips stutter he sucks them hard and you cum moaning loudly.

He massages your breast while you come down from your high, kissing along your collarbone.

“Can we lay down?”

“Of course. Hold on to me.” Kirishima kisses the tops of your breasts and picks you up walking over to the bed and gently laying you down atop it. “I wanna see all of you,” he grabs the waist of your pants, “I’m gonna take these off okay?”

“Only if I can see you too.” you answer with a smirk.

“You will, but I have a woman to satisfy first.” He pulls your pants off, taking your panties with them and pushes your thighs apart.

He lays down between your legs and slides them over his shoulders, you clutch the sheets in your fists. When you make eye contact you think you might cum that second, seeing a man you had touched yourself to countless times in between your legs was driving you crazy. Kirishima winks, then looks down at your already soaked pussy. “Thank you for the meal.”

He goes straight for your clit, swirling his tongue around it and moaning at the taste. When you cross your legs behind his head and press him harder against your cunt he ruts into the mattress.

“Oh - oh god….m’gonna cum.” Your eyes roll back. “I-I don’t wanna cum yet….. Please.”

Kirishima takes his mouth off your clit as soon as the words are out of your mouth. Kissing the insides of your thighs when you uncross your legs. “I’m sorry princess, was that too much?”

You struggle to get the words out, panting from trying to hold back your orgasm. “A little yeah….It felt amazing but I like….. too amazing.” You look down at him again, “Maybe a little slower? Feel free to use your fingers too.”

“Want me to tell you when you can cum?”

You groan, the heat in your core getting hotter just from his words. “Fuck….. yes please.”

He chuckles, giving one of your thighs a playful bite before moving one of his hands up and sticking one of his fingers in his mouth. You can’t help but shiver when he pulls it out and it’s glistening with spit.

He brings it to your pussy, dragging the tip through your moist folds. “I was taught to never play with my food...” he slowly pushes his thick rough finger into your hole, “but for you I can make an exception.”

“You’re gonna kill me.”

By the time he is done sucking out your soul he lets you cum only 3 times. You had gone from actively voicing your pleasure to tiredly trying to hold them in until he argued against it.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” Kirishima sits up, not bothering to wipe his face of your slick. When you wince while stretching your sore legs out he starts rubbing them down.

You moan at the feeling of his large warm hands working out the tense muscles. “Holy shit, I might cum just from you massaging me. Feels so goooooood.” After a few minutes of basking in the orgasmic afterglow you sit up, placing your hands on his chest and kiss him softly. “You’re turn big guy.”

“I thought this was about you princess.” He smiles at you, all teeth and shiny lips.

You push him till he steps off the bed, “This is about satisfying ‘partners’. You are also my partner so you also need to be satisfied.” You slide off the bed and get on your knees in front of him. “Would you like to give me commands?” You see his cock throb in his pants.

“As fun as that sounds, I want to see what you do without them.”

Your smile is feline, lifting your hands to his stomach and dragging them back down by your nails. He moans and throws his head back. “F-fuck.”

You lick your lips as you unbutton his pants, not one for being patient you tug them off as soon as the zipper is down. Your mouth starts watering at the sight of his cock, the sound of it hitting his stomach echoing in your brain. You cup his balls, weighing them in your hand and kissing each one.

Kirishima thinks his heart might stop in his chest. Dragging a finger from his shaft to the head, you watch mesmerized as it twitches at the small movement. You smear the drop of pre resting on the head of his dick, then lick it off. Humming at the taste you swirl your tongue around, softly squeezing his balls while you do so.

When you close your lips around him and suck, Kirishima shivers and places one of his hands on your head. You lift up with a pop and look up at him through your lashes. “Feel free to be rough with me, pull my hair or hold my head if you want.” His lashes flutter at your words. “What did you say to me earlier?” You mockingly tap his cock in contemplation. “Oh yes! Thank you for the meal.”

Sticking out your tongue you flatten it against him and lick every inch of his cock, all 7 of them. You’re gonna need every advantage to fully deep throat him and with his girth a sore jaw is the least of your worries. When you're done, saliva has coated your lips and Kirishima has an almost too tight grip on your hair.

You waste no time, going down on him little by little; giving your throat time to relax and take all of his cock. By the time you manage to get far enough to feel his groomed pubic hair on your nose both of you are breathing heavily.

You can feel his thighs tensing under your hand, his balls moving with every breath. You are tempted to touch yourself but refrain, although you can feel the slick dripping down your thighs; this is about him.

You keep your head still for a moment, enjoying the feel of him in your throat. When you hum, the vibrations caress his cock and he pushes your head impossibly closer to him until you push back. Although you were enjoying yourself, you can’t help but gag and cough a little when you pull your mouth off of him.

“As much as I enjoy this sight,” Kirishima lets go of your hair and reaches down to pick you up, pleasing you on the bed again. “I want to fuck you so bad…”

Your mouth drops open, you can’t help it. When have you ever experienced a man, a very attractive inside and out man, expressing his desire to you.

“Is that a no?” Kirishima Backs up a step, worried that he had crossed a line.

“Oh no! I’m sorry….I just..” you grab his hands and pull him closer to you. “I never imagined I’d hear someone say that without assuming I would say yes.”

You sit up, getting on your knees at the edge of the bed and grabbing his face, pulling him into a kiss. As you slowly back up he crawls on the bed to follow you, never breaking the kiss until finally you are laying down with him over you.

You whimper as you feel the head of his cock drag through your wet folds a few times before pushing into you. He goes slowly, almost cumming at the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his cock with every inch.

You both moan when he is fully seated inside, his heavy balls resting on your ass and pelvis pressed against yours. His cock twitches inside you, the head pressing against your deepest parts and you come undone. Kirishima breaks the kiss and looks down at you with a slight smug look on his handsome face. “That good huh?”

“Oh shut up and fuck me already.” You look at him with blurry eyes and a smile on your face.”

He pulls out halfway then ruts back into you, pulling another moan out of your mouth. “Like that?” He pulls out again, this time slowly until just the head is inside before slowly pushing back in. “Or is that better?”

“Either, both just please keep going.” You drag your nails down his back and he starts moving inside you, starting out with shallow thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so good princess.”

You mewl in pleasure, coming undone again at his words.

“That’s it baby, cum on my cock.” Kirishima picks up his pace, drunk on the face and noises you make when cumming. When he grabs one of your legs and pushes it into your chest your mouth opens in a silent scream, your body running towards that cliff one more time.

“Ah, ah, ah, hold that one in.”

Your eyes snap open, Kirishima lifts his head up from the side of your face and looks at you. “Don’t cum again till I say so.”

You whimper but nod your head, using all of your willpower to deny your orgasm. “Yes, Sir.” You said the words as a joke but Kirishima's hips stutter and he groans.

“Say it again.”

You have just enough left over energy to smirk. “I said, yes. Sir.”

He swears, changing the angle of his hips and pounding into you with reckless abandon. You're seeing stars and losing your mental grip on holding your orgasm back. Both Kirishima and you don’t know how much longer you can last. Not wanting to wait any longer you decide to make him give in first.

“Please Sir, can I cum?” tears are slowly dripping from your eyes, the pleasure building dangerously but at your words you can feel his cock twitch inside you. “I wanna cum on your cock, please sir. Cum with me, wanna feel it.”

You are both at your wits end. “Your princess wants to cum with you sir please!”

Kirishima cums first, moaning with every hot rope of cum that coats your insides. The twitching of his cock and broken moans that fall from his mouth tip you over the edge soon after.

Kirishima just barely manages to catch himself before collapsing on top of you, slowly pulling out and flopping over to the side.

You both lay there in silence, catching your breath. You finally realize that cum is leaking out and manage to sit up and walk to the bathroom. After cleaning yourself up and going back to the bedroom you see that Kirishima has put some sweatpants on and is turning off his recording equipment.

“Well shit.”

He looks up at you in confusion.

You laugh awkwardly while a slight blush dusts your cheeks. “I… kinda forgot we were recording that.”

*****

Many years later…..

“I can’t believe Scarlet is in high school already.” Eijirou, your husband, walks out of the bathroom, freshly showered.

You're sitting on a bench in front of the window, reading a book. Already dressed since you had to take your daughter to school for her first day. “I hope it's not too terrible, I hated high school.”

“Aww babe,” He walks up to you kissing the top of your head. “It can’t be that terrible.”

You huff out a laugh and look at him incredulously. “Are you kidding me? Kids are fucking terrible, teenagers are worse. They try their best to find anything to make fun of you.”

Later that day

The front door to your home opens and slams shut and the sound of someone running up the stairs follows. You walk out of the kitchen confused, looking toward where your daughter has run to her room then at the front door when your husband walks in. His face is beet red, eyes watering just slightly.

“What the hell happened?”

“I HATE BOTH OF YOU!” Scarlet screams down the stairs then slams her bedroom door shut, muffled sounds of crying worrying you further.

“Turns out teenagers are very horrible…. And so are we.” Eijirous face is filled with guilt and you walk over to cup his face.

“What happened honey?”

He turns his face away from you and sighs heavily. “Turns out some of the fathers recognized you when you dropped her off at school.”

“No.”

“And some of the moms recognized me when I picked her up.”

“Oh god.”

“One of them called me Red Riot.”

@eyebagsbutglam @doinmybesthere @patchworkpuzzle @sendhelpimstupid

[ptergwen]

on the dot

warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes, and the boys being a lil goofy

summary: the boys keep you entertained when tom is running late

a/n: this nasty stinky year ends today! finally y’all!! it sucked sm and a lot of stuff went wrong but i’ve enjoyed spending time with you lovely people, seriously you’ve all been such a light and i hope we bring it into 2021 :,) i love all of you tons, stay safe tonight and have fun <3

-

ten.

“he’s still not here?” you storm back into the room, looking between all the boys. “where the hell could he be?” harry only sips his drink. harrison stares up at the ceiling. sam offers a sad smile.

you thought by the time you finished your private freak out in the bathroom, tom would be home. home and ready for you to kiss and hug and welcome the new year with. he has ten more minutes to make it happen.

of course, you were disappointed he couldn’t be here for christmas. you still understood because it wasn’t his fault. there was scheduling and a whole bunch of other things keeping him in the states. you’d at least have new year’s eve together, and that was enough for you.

the universe had other plans. tom’s flight got delayed to the latest possible second, and it’s beyond either of your control now.

nine.

harrison puts a hand on your arm. “maybe he’s in the taxi. traffic and all that,” he leads you over to the couch, giving you a nudge to sit down. you do with crossed arms and pouted lips. “cheer up.” harry beams and sticks a party hat on your head. you’re not even bothering to strap it on. sam scoots closer to you in his spot.

“you have us,” he reminds you, smiling to get the message across. it’s nice of them to try and comfort you, but all you really want is tom. he’s the holland you’d rather be touching knees with. “thanks, guys. i just...” you let out a sigh. “tom was supposed to be my new year’s kiss.”

“well, we can’t help you with that,” harrison snickers and takes a seat on the arm of the couch. harry puts down his beer with a cheeky look. “tessa might be available.” groaning, you drop your head onto his shoulder. “shut up, i know it’s cheesy. we talked about it, though.”

tom better get here soon and back that up.

eight.

“what if you did it over, um, facetime?” sam suggests, stifling a laugh right after. these boys just can’t be serious. “i’m not making out with my phone in front of you guys,” you scoff and adjust your party hat that’s falling. “you’d do it if we left the room, then?” harry questions, harrison raising his eyebrows at you.

you lift your head off of harry so you can shoot him a glare. “no, you know what i mean. leave me alone.” your voice shakes on the last part. you’re starting to feel emotional about all of this. you wanted one night with your boyfriend who hasn’t been home in months, that was all. why couldn’t you get it?

the boys all coo at you in unison. it’s sort of sarcastically, mostly sympathetically. harrison reaches over and puts an arm around your shoulders. “he’ll be here, y/n/n. there’s still about...” he checks his watch on his other hand. his eyes go wide.

“seven minutes until midnight.” “jesus,” harry mutters to himself, picking his beer back up.

seven.

you’re debating whether or not you should text tom. maybe call? you haven’t heard from him in hours, which isn’t very promising. the boys are making too much noise to talk to him, actually. they’ve taken to blowing into their noisemakers to distract you.

the loud humming that comes from harrison’s is ear piercing. that’s partially because he’s holding it directly up to your ear. sam is using a handheld one, and harry is raising his fist in the air while he finishes off his drink. you love their spirit. you’ve run out of your own.

“come on, year’s almost over,” harrison says in an overly happy way. “let’s at least celebrate that.” “i’ll toast,” harry salutes him with his empty bottle. “you’re pissed, harry,” sam laughs and grabs it from him. you throw your head back on the cushion. “can time move any slower?”

six.

“i give up. i’m spending new year’s alone,” you throw your hands up in defeat. harry rolls his eyes in mock offense. “hey, you’ve had great company.” “she doesn’t want to hear it, div,” sam reaches behind you and flicks his brother’s head. it earns a quiet “ouch.” you’d normally laugh at their antics, only you don’t have it in you.

you might be acting a little dramatic, but you have the right to. tom’s kisses are everything. that, and you miss the hell out of him. he misses you ten times more. you know it because he’s made sure to tell you every day.

“tom’s coming, y/n. does it really matter if it’s a few minutes late?” harrison asks with a pat on your shoulder. “hours,” you correct him bitterly. he removes his hand before you break it. you turn to sam, who clenches his teeth. “your brother has terrible timing.” “you’ve only just figured that out?”

five.

harrison and sam have you playing some three way game of patty cake when the doorknob starts to move. you immediately snap your head up. is that...

“santa?” harry murmurs in his drunken state. “wrong holiday,” sam tells him. “that’s passed.” harrison chuckles at the conversation. “we should cut him off before-“

the door quickly swings open, a breathless but grinning tom behind it. “guess who?” he drops his bags and opens up his arms. your face lights up the most it has in too long. you run straight over to him. the boys watch on, waiting to say hi until after you two get time together.

“oh my god, you made it!” you giggle out, tom lifting you up by your waist. he secures his arms tightly around you and squeezes. “how’d you actually get here on time?” your voice is muffled by your face pressed into his shoulder. “i’ll always be here for you, angel,” tom assures you, shutting the door with his foot.

he kisses the top of your head. you can feel his lips curve into another smile. “in every way.” you put your arms around his neck, clasping your hands together. “you don’t understand how much i missed you.” you’re returning the smile. “i swear.”

“i promise, i missed you so much more.” he carefully sets you down and keeps his arms around your waist. the two of you exchange a look that says all the i love you’s you don’t currently have the time or privacy to.

“oi, where’s our big hello?” harry calls from the couch.

four.

you’re all squished onto the couch now. tom is sitting in your spot with you in his lap. the others strongly protested it, whining about how you’d go at it or worse. you ignored their complaints and happily took your place on tom’s thigh. your back is to him, so he has his chin on your shoulder to sneak glances at you.

“does anyone have a resolution?” harrison asks the group of you, eyes landing on his best friend. “me?” tom checks, tracing a finger up and down your side. “to take more breaks.” you like that one. you let him know by leaning into him more. “mine’s to move out,” harry remarks. his oldest brother gives him a warning look.

“all jokes. you two are adorable,” he gives you a thumbs up, shaking around his noisemaker again. “this is what i’ve left you with?” tom mumbles to you, fully aware the others can hear. you shake your head. “they terrorized me, tom.” sam is the one to interject.

“that’s rubbish. i cooked every meal you wanted, we-“ “they terrorized me,” you repeat, playfully this time. tom taps under your chin with two fingers. “mhm, sounds like it.”

three.

“do you think tessa would still do a kiss?” harrison asks harry, who cackles when he sees tom’s face. he has to blink a few times to process what was said. you smooth your thumb over the crease in his forehead.

“what did i tell you? they’re weird.” “they’re deranged,” tom leans into your touch. “i won’t let them near her.”

“i feel so... single,” harrison explains with a fake sniffle. he eyes the two of you. that makes tom pull you closer. “stay away from my girls.”

two.

“the moment we’ve been waiting for,” you move so you’re facing tom. “is about to happen.” you also happen to be straddling him so it’s possible. if the boys have anything to say, you won’t be listening. “our new year’s kiss,” he grins, his hands dropping down to your hips. “very big moment.”

one.

tom tilts his head up to you, running his tongue over his lower lip. your party hat is strapped on now. you move in closer until your noses are touching.

“missed this face,” he rasps and nudges your nose with his. “well, here it is,” you bring a hand up to the side of his neck. the boys are huddled in a circle with their party gear, so you have the couch to yourselves. harrison is getting ready to pop a bottle of champagne.

your not so perfect night ended up being better than any of you could’ve expected.

harrison checks his watch and waves a hand at everyone. “twelve, eleven,” he counts you in. “ten, nine, eight,” you all join, you turning your head to look at the others. tom peeks his head out from behind you. “seven, six,” harry eagerly holds out glasses for drinks. “five, four, three,” sam raises up his noisemaker.

“two, one! happy new year!” the champagne sprays everywhere while you turn back to tom.

you erupt in a big smile before he’s pulling you in. he finally presses his lips to yours, your arms going around his neck. it’s easy and soft and you fall right into your usual rhythm. his lips part for you, letting you deepen the kiss.

tom’s eyes are squeezed shut in focus, on you and how you taste like the same lip balm from all those months ago. one of his hands rests on your back to support you. you break away for all of two seconds to take a breath. you’re giggling, and so is tom. you connect your lips again without warning, tom still laughing into it.

“i love you so much,” you pull away to tell him quietly. tom tugs on the top of your party hat with a playful smirk. “i love you, y/n/n. happy new year, babe.” he gives you one more peck on the lips. you’re feeling generous and decide to return it, your kiss lingering a bit.

harry summons you two before it turns into another make out.

“drinks! we have drinks,” he holds his up for emphasis. harrison already poured yours, sam taking a sip of his own while they chat. you climb off of tom and offer him a hand. he gladly takes it, interlocking your fingers and getting up. the two of you walk over to the table hand in hand.

“thanks, bro. happy new year,” tom gives harrison a quick one armed hug and takes his drink. harrison hands you yours after. “thank you,” you take it and flash him a small smile. “for everything.” “anytime,” he pulls you in for a proper hug, tom hugging the twins.

you do the same, then the five of you sit at the table to drink and talk. when they get into a conversation about golf, tom eventually breaks off. he squeezes your knee to get your attention, which you raise a curious eyebrow at. he nods toward the couch.

“we’ll finish that later.”

[fanmoose12]

Hello would you mind writing vets as a music band? And that fans suspect the “normal” relationship of head vocal Levi and bassist Hange? Sorry if my english isn’t writing properly at all.

Mikasa invites him to a No Name concert.

And it's like- whatever, right? Who cares? Jean certainly doesn't.

So what if the girl of his dreams asks him out on a date? It's not like he has been daydreaming about it for the past two years. So what if she offers to see his favorite band in the whole world? He doesn't even like them much. Sure, he knows all their songs by heart but- he doesn't listen to them that often. Only twice or thrice each day. And it's not like his closet hides an insane amount of their merchandise. That is between Jean, his closet and his mother.

He isn't nervous, he doesn't care about the upcoming date. At all. Most certainly, he doesn't spend literal days, obsessing over his outfit. And he obviously doesn't pester Sasha and Connie with questions on how to style his hair.

Most importantly, he doesn't imagine how it would feel to hold Mikasa's hand or maybe even go for a hug or a kiss-

Jean tries not to think about it, his heart starts to beat to fast, when he does, but when he doesn't think about Mikasa, he starts thinking about No Name and the little, tinie tiny fact that he's going to see them in person. That he's going to meet them and maybe even shake their hand, because Mikasa being the gorgeous goddess she is, got them tickets with access to a backstage. It didn't require any kind of effort from her side, since the famed, spectacularly, dreamy Levi Ackerman is Mikasa's cousin, but- Jean doesn't remember sharing his No Name obsession with Mikasa, for obvious reasons - he doesn't want to think that he likes her just because she's Levi Ackerman's cousin, Mikasa is great not because she's an Ackerman, but because she's Mikasa, but- but Jean is so, so grateful that he'll have the chance to see No Name in all their glory.

Of course, he is not at all nervous about meeting his favorite band in person. No, no, he doesn't lose sleep over it, his palms don't turn clammy. Sometimes he feels like he'll combust from anticipation, but he's fine, completely fine.

He just can't wait until that fated day will come.

---

When that day rolls around at last, Jean is cool. He's cool, calm, serene.

His hand is greasy from all the times he touched his slicked back hair, and he can't stop tugging at the sleeves of his leather jacket, but- but he's cool.

The band that is currently playing isn't that bad - not nearly as talented and awesome, and hot as No Name, but still good. The crowd is bigger than Jean is comfortable with, but today it works in his favor because it prompts Mikasa to hold his hand. Maybe, he'll get that kiss after all. If he continues keeping his cool.

That proves to be just a little harder task when Mikasa announces that they reached the backstage.

Jean can't help it - he gawks around helplessly.

This is it, this is a place where miracles happen, where stars lounge and rest.

This is the place where he'll meet No Name.

Jean can't imagine how this meeting will transpire. Will they like him? Will they agree to make a photo? Will they give him an autograph? Will they think that he's a weirdo who is too obsessed with their music?

All of the above? None of the above?

Jean doesn't know.

There are so many things he wants to say. There are so many things he wants to ask - how can they play with those bandages on? How do they never trip during performances? What is their favorite song to play? What do they do in their free time? What is their favorite food? Are the rumors about Levi Ackerman and Hange Zoe-

Okay, no, he probably shouldn't ask that last question, no matter how much he wants to know the answer. And he wants to, so, so much.

The thing is- there are many rumors about No Name. It's not surprising, they are young, famous and extremely hot. These rumors usually exclude the drummer, Mike Zacharias, who is already engaged with a very pretty blonde lady, their stylist. Although, there are some fans who speculate that the engagement is not true, and Mike actually dates their producer, one Erwin Smith, but- Jean usually ignores that type of fans, branding them as freaks.

Now, as far as everyone is aware, nor Levi Ackerman, neither Hange Zoe are involved in any kind of romantic relationships, and that's- that's where the juicy stuff begins.

There aren't many rumors about Hange - some say she's involved with Pieck, the band's make-up artist. Or their manager, Moblit Berner. Or an indie artist, Onyakopon. But that's where the list ends.

Levi Ackerman, however, oh he has a far longer list of lovers. Petra Ral, for example, a rising pop-star - young, talented and so pretty that it hurts. Or Erwin, although on that subject rumors wary - some say that Erwin is the one who got Levi in showbiz, some say that Erwin is his sugar daddy, some say that they're already engaged and even married. The rumors are as varied as they're wrong, in Jean's opinion. Most rumors about Levi are like that. There are even talks about his involvement with Yeager brothers - with the front man of the rival band, Zeke, and Jean's and Mikasa's classmate, Eren. Jean doesn't understand where these rumors even come from, as far as he's aware, Levi hates them both. But- but rumors still exist.

As stupid as they are.

Now, Jean has a different opinion, one that he spends nights defending in chats and forums. Yes, Levi Ackerman has a lover. And no, it's not Petra Ral, Erwin Smith or any of the Yeager brothers. It's Hange Zoe, No Name's bassist.

There are many reasons why he thinks so. Firstly, they are always together. And by always, Jean means always. In photoshoots they stand side by side, during performances they lean against each other, on all kinds of photos - from after-parties to official events, they always touch each other in some way. And that's not all. They spend their vacations together, they hang out at movies, restaurants, museums, their respective instagrams are full of the other's candid photos. And it's a known fact that they share an apartment. Honestly, how much more obvious it can get? Also Jean is pretty sure that one of the songs written by Levi is about Hange, and he has an entire essay, explaining why he's right. He prays to every saint known that Mikasa will never find it. He doesn't want his almost girlfriend to find out just how invested he is in the romantic life of her famous cousin.

As they walk further and further into the magical territory of the backstage, Jean tries to think of something cool to say, something laid-back and easy like 'hey, what's up, guys? I've listened to the couple of your songs, you're not that bad...'

Yes, he decides. That's a good way to start. A cool way to start.

And Jean is cool. And calm.

And- oh my god, there they are, the three of them, already in their costumes, just without the signature bandages. They look even cooler in person. They look even hotter and-

Mikasa squeezes his hand.

"If my asshole cousin says something awful, I'll punch him in the face for you."

God, that is so sweet. So Mikasa. He wouldn't be opposed to anyone getting a punch from her except- her gorgeous cousin. His pretty face should be protected at all costs.

However, as they approach, the face that charmed millions transforms, turning into a quite nasty scowl.

"So that's him?" Levi Ackerman asks (Jean's sick brain, even in that moment, can't help but note that Hange Zoe is standing right behind her band member, a hand laying on his shoulder). "That's the guy you're going crazy about?"

"Yes," Mikasa answers, and suddenly the air grows stiff. "Do you have a problem with that?"

The lines around Levi's mouth harden, and Jean tries to focus on Hange Zoe, while his mind prepares for something not at all pretty, but- Hange is smiling - not smirking, smiling. That is a good sign, right?

"Don't mind the Ackermans," she stage whispers to Jean. "Levi was actually very excited about meeting you."

Right now it's hard to imagine that dark (and still so handsome) face in the expression of excitement, but. Hange knows him a lot more, right?

"Oh and by the way," she giggles, and at the back of his mind Jean wonders if that's how angels sound like. "I'm Hange."

He almost blurts out 'I know' but- that'd be creepy? Or not? He can't decide so settles on a simple nod.

"Jean," he says, taking the offered hand in his. With his hand that isn't holding Mikasa's (they're holding hands, wow!), he shakes Hange's. It's unexpectedly calloused. But still warm and gentle. Not as nice as Mikasa's but... somewhere very close.

"And that is the one and only Levi Ackerman," Hange continues, gesturing to the man in question. "He only looks so scary. But actually," she winks and lowers her voice. "He's the biggest softie you'll ever meet."

The biggest softie Jean has ever met, practically snarls, baring his teeth. But the hand on his shoulder tightens and he instantly relaxes, scoffing in annoyance. Oh, so that's who Hange Zoe is? The one who tames the beast?

"You're not as revolting as her other dates," Levi says. Jean is pretty sure that it was meant as a compliment. "But if you dare to-"

"Oi," Mikasa's face becomes as stormy as her cousin's. "He won't."

"And even if he does," Hange smiles, so handsome and a little scary. "Mikasa knows what to do."

Jean gulps. He has seen Mikasa train that one time. He was very impressed, and a little bit scared. Also a lot aroused.

He knows with ironclad certainty that should Mikasa kick him... his face may not survive it.

"Hange, Levi," a gruff voice behind them calls. Jean lifts his eyes, mouth opening in shock as he sees him in the flash - the third member of Non Name, Mike Zacharius himself. In person... he is even more enormous than on photos. His shoulders are twice as wide as Jean's, and next to Hange and Levi, he looks almost like a giant. "We're starting in five."

"Oh!" Hange covers her mouth with a palm. "I haven't checked my guitar yet. Let's hurry, shorty!"

Hange dashes away instantly, Levi sighs and trudges after her. Mikasa tugs at Jean's hand as well, whispering that they need to go to their places.

Jean nods, absentmindedly, because right in that moment, at the other side of the room he sees Hange and Levi exchange a playful, quick but undeniably a kiss.

Triumph courses through him, firing him up. He knew that he was right, those fuckers from twitter can eat his shit.

Hange Zoe and Levi Ackerman are truly dating.

He wants to know more, wants to ask Mikasa to spare the juicy details, but for now-

For now, Jean has to take care of his date as well.

He interlaces their fingers, and, keeping Hange's words in mind - Ackermans are not as scary as they look - he leans in to press a kiss to Mikasa's cheek and whispers,

"You look fantastic."

Ever so slightly, but Mikasa blushes. It's the best moment of the evening so far.

And, hopefully, there will be more of that.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

(Forgive me if I missed this in the masterlists but) our softest boy Frankie reacting to being proposed to? He wouldn’t understand why someone loved him that much and wanted forever with him???

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader

Warnings: Some self-doubt but mostly fluff and making Frankie cry (happy tears).

A/N: Anon, I wanna let you know that I was in tears while thinking about this. It’s so sweet!

This is the ring I’m picturing (I just really love the ironwood)

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Frankie has never seen himself as the type of guy anyone would want to marry. Whether it was because of the issues he had in the past or just him--he never thought very highly of himself at all.

Until you came along, that is.

He smiles, he laughs, he enjoys life and it’s all thanks to you. You show him his worth. You make him feel like something even on the days when he feels like nothing. His bad days have not completely gone away, but they’re easier to deal with since you’ve been in his life. So much so that he can hardly imagine his life without you now.

It’s the same for you. He has changed your life for the better even if he doesn’t know it. You know he still has a small part of that self-doubt that creeps up at the worst times, but you are always there to remind him that you love him and nothing will ever change that.

He wonders how he got so lucky and you wonder how you got so lucky. Some days you look at him and the sun is shining on him a certain way and all you can think is “wow, he’s mine.” Every part of him--from those lovely brown curls, to those stunning brown eyes, to the strong nose that has become your favorite, to the soft, pouty lips that you can never kiss enough. His dimples, his tummy. Him. Every part of him has become something you can’t live without.

He doesn’t know you’ve been going to the jeweler. He doesn’t know that Santi has been helping you. He doesn’t know that you want to marry him.

The thing is, you both know that you don’t have to be married to be happy or complete. You two have been together long enough that people probably think you’re married already anyway, but there is something that makes you want to put a ring on that man’s finger. You want to see the look on his face as you get on one knee and tell him that you want to spend the rest of your life with him. He deserves it.

You look at the ring you had custom made for him and tears fill your eyes already. Santiago rubs your back and asks if you’re okay and you tell him you’re more than okay.

The day is here. The sun is just setting and there is a light breeze that blows.

You watch Frankie as he stands at the grill, drinking a beer and talking animatedly with Santiago as he flips burgers and hot dogs with the other hand without looking. He looks back at you and winks and you blow a kiss--heart pounding, the weight of the small box in your pocket feeling heavier by the minute.

Suddenly, he’s walking over with Santiago and you sit up straight.

“Burger. Medium well for my baby,” he says, handing you a plate. You take the plate from him then grab his hand so he doesn’t walk away.

“Frankie...”

“What’s wrong? You need more ketchup?” he asks. Santiago walks over and turns off the music and everyone else quiets down. They all know. “Babe, what’s going on?”

You stand and laugh nervously as you look around at everyone and then back at Frankie. You try your best not to cry, but as soon as you start talking the tears do as well.

“I love you,” you start.

“I love you too, baby.” Frankie smiles awkwardly then looks around at everyone.

“I’m not sure if you know this but you saved my life,” you tell him. “You always tell me how I saved yours but you have to know that my life hasn’t been the same since you walked into it all those years ago. And I’m grateful.” You take a deep breath. “I don’t know where I would be without you. There is no one else I wanna wake up next to every day, no one else I wanna get lost with...” He laughs at that with tears shining in his eyes.

“I love you, Francisco Morales, more than words can ever say. I want to be yours forever and I hope you want to be mine too.” You clear your throat and wipe the tears from your cheeks before getting on your knee and reaching into your pocket to pull out the small box. “Frankie baby...” He chuckles tearfully at your use of his favorite petname. “...will you marry me?”

He sniffles and shakes his head before letting out a sob that he tries to mask with his response. “Hell yeah,” he says with a smile and everyone cheers as you put the ring on his finger. He pulls you to your feet and kisses you, his tears mixing with yours. You both laugh tearfully as you pull away from the kiss. “I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too.”

Later that night, Frankie is curled up against you staring at the ring on his finger. “Does this mean I take your last name too?” he asks.

“Do people do that? Is it possible?” you ask.

“I think I’ve heard of guys doing that. I’d take your name in a heartbeat,” he admits. “I never dreamed I’d be planning a wedding.”

“Me neither. Well...I actually already do have some ideas,” you confess.

“Oh, really?” He looks at you.

“Outdoors, for sure. At our favorite lake...and it’ll be in the evening so we can watch the sun set together like we always do. Then we can dance under the stars.”

“Some ideas, huh? Sounds like you have the entire wedding planned already,” he teases and you both laugh. “Sounds perfect to me.”

“I’d be fine just going to the court and signing a marriage license, honestly.”

“Me too but you know what? I kinda want a wedding,” he tells you. “I want to show you off. Show everyone just how lucky I am.”

“I think I’d be the one showing you off. Hey everyone! Look at the sexy man I’m marrying!” you yell and Frankie snorts, laughing against your neck. You have always loved the sound of his laugh. “I get to hear that for the rest of my life,” you sigh, tears filling your eyes again.

“I get you for the rest of my life,” he says, sniffling quietly. “I guess dreams really do come true even for guys like me.”

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[2dmenenthusiast]

I can't remember if I sent this to you already but could I request headcanons for aizawa, hizashi and Toshinori finding their s/o that has a chipmunk quirk that makes her fall into hibernation when it's too cold (kinda like tsu) but when the guys find her with her heart rate low and her breathing shallow maybe they freak a little bc she didn't tell them about that part of her quirk yet

omggggg this idea is literally so cute I got so excited when I first read it. Also thank you love for comin through with the requests, I really appreciate it! <3 I also hella struggled cuz like, what can someone with a chipmunk quirk do? Stuff their cheeks? Climb up trees? Also I legit forgot what a chipmunk even looked like I had to look it up lmaoooo im so dumb it hurts

Aizawa is an intimidating fella, okay

So when you first told him about your quirk, you were lowkey embarrassed?

Like, here’s this grown-ass man with a badass quirk who is more than capable of taking down villains and defending himself, and here you are just-

🐿️

But you know what’s great about this man? He couldn’t give less of a shit about your quirk or anything like that. He strikes me as the type to care more about personality than anything else

concealing your quirk is fairly easy. People probably wouldn’t even know you had one if it wasn’t for the small fluffy ears popping out of the top of your head, and even then you could just cover them with a hat

But that doesn’t mean you don’t experience the effects of your own quirk just because it’s subtle

You have a mutant type quirk, so you experience certain things that actual chipmunks do

Sometimes you won’t even notice that you’re stuffing your cheeks to full capacity with whatever you’re eating before Aizawa has to cut you off and just be like

“y/n. Chew.”

Or when you’re rushing, you’re usually going so fast that Aizawa can barely even see you zooming from room to room

you can also get kinda skittish at times, your ears twitching whenever you hear a noise that sounds weird or out of place, and you’ll just look at Aizawa with wide eyes until he checks out what made a noise that he could barely hear

“y/n, it was just some kids outside.”

“Oh... sorry, Sho.”

he wants to be frustrated, but he knows it’s not your fault. And honestly? He finds you so cute that he can’t really stay mad at you

So he’ll just let out a huff before patting your head lovingly, grazing his fingers over your ears (Which he KNOWS are sensitive, that asshole)

Experiencing long periods of deep sleep is also a thing. You wouldn’t call it hibernation cuz you still have to do normal, everyday things, but there are times during the winter where you’ll sleep for a few days in a row and only get up to go to the bathroom or eat

And since you can’t actually burrow into the floor of your home, you usually make a blanket fort in the corner of your bedroom and stuff all of the pillows and blankets you can in there until it’s nice and warm, ready for you to bury yourself in

and you might’ve left that little part of your quirk out when you moved in together. whoops

So when Shouta comes home and sees the living room couch void of all of its pillows, he’s not expecting to walk into your shared bedroom and see you curled up in a blanket fort

he’s a bit curious at first, just kinda looking at you like “All right, I guess this is normal?”

and he’ll crouch down and kinda examine you for a bit before he eventually wonders if you’re even breathing? You’re burried under blankets, so he can’t really see your chest moving

eventually he’ll check and see that your breathing is abnormally slow and he kinda just... pauses and checks again to make sure he’s not going crazy.

and he wont deny that he kinda freaks out at first, his immediate thought being that he needs to get you out of there, but the second he grabs the blankets to pull them off of you he’s like wait... hold up.

then it all clicks

you’re a mutant with a chipmunk quirk...

c h i p m u n k

safe to say he’s relieved, so he just lets you be and goes about his day. 

When you wake up a few hours later to go to the bathroom, you come out of the bedroom with your clothes practically on backwards, rubbing at your eyes and stumbling past Aizawa like he’s not even there. And when you’re done, it’s right back to sleep you go

“Back to bed?” Aizawa would ask as he watches you with an amused smirk on his face

“Mhm.”

“Okay. Goodnight, y/n”

“Mm’night.

Listen, when he first heard of your quirk, he thought it was the cutest shit ever

“Your quirk is Chipmunk?! That’s SOOOOOOOO CUUUUUUUTE!”

No he’s legit your number one hype man. If you think your quirk is lame, he’s literally shouting at you how cool he thinks you are.

“You can stuff so much food in your mouth, y/n! And that’s pretty dope if you ask me! I’m totally jealous!”

speaking of food, he’ll just randomly ask you to shove as much as you can of one thing in your cheeks until they’re at full capacity.

“Hey y/n, think you can shove this whole pack of jumbo marshmallows in your cheeks?”

“But... I just bought those :(”

“I’ll buy you more, LET’S DO THIS!!!”

also asks you the dumbest questions omg. You don’t know if he’s genuinely curious or if he’s just doing it to piss you off

“So do you just eat nuts all day?”

“You’ve seen me eat, Hizashi. No.”

“Do you prefer to sleep in trees?”

“That would be extremely uncomfortable.”

“Ooh you’d probably be great frieds with Kamui Woods then.”

“Did you not hear what I just said?”

He also REALLY likes your ears. Like an unhealthy amount? Whenever you’re around he literally wont stop touching them and even tugs on them playfully until you’re swatting at his hands and telling him to go away

He can’t help that they’re so cute :(

so on a particuallry cold day in winter when he has to go to work at the school, he leaves your home while you’re sleeping, only to come home hours later to find you... still sleeping?

You haven’t moved an inch the entire time he’s been gone, so needless to say, he’s a litle concerned.

and when he checks to see if you’re still alive only to discover your heart rate is super slow, he’s A LOT concerned

His brain just goes to the most dramatic thing he can think of, which is that you’re in some weird coma and need to wake up

so rather than, i dont know, gently shaking you awake like a normal person, he grabs you buy your shoulders and starts shaking you violently while shouting your name loud as fuck

“Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”

you literally wake up so violently, you sit right up and shove him off of you before asking what’s wrong with him, pretty sure you’ve officially gone deaf

He then explains that he thought you were in a coma or something cuz your heartbeat was so slow, and at that point you just roll your eyes because of course he would come up with this ridiculous conclusion

“Hizashi, my quirk is chipmunk and it’s a mutation quirk.”

He doesn’t even get what you’re getting at, just tilting his head in confusion as he squints at you.

“What do chipmunks do in the winter, babe?”

Cue more confused squinting

“Oh my god, they hibernate, you headass.”

it finally clicks and the look on his face makes it seem like he just learned the secret of the universe, and afterwards he’s going on about how cool that is while you just roll your eyes and lay back down to try and go back to sleep, bringing the blanket over your head to try and drown him out

He eventually gets the hint and leaves, but after a while, you kinda feel bad for blowing up on him. He was just concerned and didn’t fully understand your quirk

so letting out a huff, you pull the blanket down and call out his name, to which he immediately runs to you at the sound of, asking you what you need

you just wordlessly lift up the blanket to expose the empty side of the bed, and oh boy, the size of the grin he gets on his face is unmatched

immediately throws off his hero costume so that you can both be comfortable and jumps into bed with you, holding you impossibly close

you fall asleep in a matter of minutes while he just looks at you fondly, hand soothingly rubbing your back.

Just like the other two, he finds you incredibly cute. Like mans is in love, okay?

everytime he sees your little ears twitch, he just gets the strongest urge to touch them, but he never does without your consent becuase he knows how sensitive they are.

“Uh... y/n, do you mind if I... touched your ears?” 

Baby probably feels so awkward asking ugh PLEASE REASSURE HIM

“Oh? Yeah, of course, Toshi. Knock yourself out.”

oooh he’s excited. He’ll be super gentle about it, just lightly grazing them with his fingers before gently rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger

and at that point you’re littlerally melting, practically falling into him because him caressing your ears like this feels absolutely amazing

When he sees how it’s affecting you, he immediately becomes a blushing mess and apologizes, but you just hug him and tell him it’s okay and that you liked it

yeah he definitely rubs your ears whenever you’re feeling stressed or anxious because it’s become a quick way to relax you

only when he does it though. If anyone else randomly touches your ears, you get kinda uncomfortable

Just because they don’t look human doesn’t mean they still weren’t a part of you, dammit

Anyways, one day when you’re waiting for Toshi to come back home, you’ve got yourself wrapped up like a burrito in your blanket, sitting on the couch as you watched tv

it had been snowing all day, but luckily Toshinori had turned up the thermostat before he left, remembering how you mentioned that you’re not a huge fan of the cold

unfortunately for you, the harsh weather had no trouble taking out the power, leaving you in the dark and the cold

it didn’t take long for the cold to start seeping in through the cracks in the windows, and you quickly began to grow tired before you inevitibly passed out on the couch, still wrapped tightly in your blanket

When Toshi gets home and sees you on the couch, his first reaction is “aw, how cute.”

but then when he comes up to you and starts calling out your name to try and wake you up and you just won’t, and then he notices how much your breathing has slowed down, he quickly growns concerened.

He’s not in full panic mode yet, but he’s getting there, and he’s quick to crouch down to your level and grab your shoulders to start shaking you to wake you up

which you do, blinking groggily at him like you weren’t just in full hibernation mode

“Oh... Hey, Toshi,” you mumble, and you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down so that you can nuzzle yourself into his warm chest

He’s not able to ask you about what happened to you before you’ve already fallen back asleep, and when the power comes back on a few minutes later, he does a quick google search on chipmunks and mutant quirks before putting two and two together

Now he’s thinking of all the ways he could make you something to burrow into during those especially cold winters

[thebookreader12345]

Relationship Rescue

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x reader

Summary: Y/N and Adam’s relationship has been a bit rocky the past few days, and when Y/N gets trapped, and Adam is her only life-line, they’re forced to talk about the issues that have split them up

Requested: No

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of death and bombings

Word Count: 1,362 Words

“Still not talking to Adam?” Kim asked me as I made my way up the stairs and into the bullpen.

“What gave it away?” I question and set my things down on my desk.

“You’ve both been skirting around each other all week. Why don’t you just talk to him and fix whatever’s wrong?” Kim suggested.

“There’s nothing to fix. We just fell apart,” I lie.

“Y/N,” Kim started.

“Kim, just drop it. Please,” I beg. Kim sighed, but nodded and took a seat at her desk, which was right in front of mine. Just as she did, Jay ran up the stairs.

“Guys, we’ve got a bombing downtown. Voight wants everyone to roll on it,” Jay informed us.

“We’re right behind you,” I say and grab my things. Kim followed me down to the parking lot, and we climbed into my car before speeding off to the scene. When we arrived, I saw that the rest of the team was already there, including Adam. We gathered in a circle, and I took up a position between Hailey and Kevin, strapping on my vest as Voight began to talk.

“Okay. We’ve got the area taped off and have a perimeter set up. A witness said she saw a boy, 19, maybe 20, with blonde hair drop off a backpack a minute or two before the bomb went off. He was wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt. I want you all to spread out, case the area, see if we can find this prick. Lets go,” Voight ordered.

“I’m going to go this way,” I tell Kim and nod towards the building that had been hit by a bomb.

“Be careful,” Kim exclaimed as I walked off. My eyes scanned the area as I approached the building, but at the moment, I didn’t see anyone. However, that all changed when a man fitting our description peaked out from the building that was hit. He seemed to be taking in the area, almost like he was admiring how much damage he had caused. Yeah, this was definitely our guy.

“Hey! Chicago PD! Stay right where you are!” I shout at the kid. As soon as the boy saw me, he turned around and took off further into the building. “Son of a bitch,” I mumble and chase after him. I vaulted over the wall of debris at the entrance of the property and continued my chase, following the boy as he turned down new corners. After about a minute, we came to an area that had been hit pretty hard by the bomb. The ceiling was cracking, and rubble was lying everywhere, but I ignored it and continued running. That’s when the boy ran through a doorway and slammed the door behind him. At the same time, I heard a boom echo from outside, causing the whole room to shake. A loud crack hit my ears, and I looked up just as the ceiling began to break away and fall down on top of me. I dropped to the floor, crawled under a desk, placed my head between my knees, and covered my head with my arms as the rocks rained down on top of me.

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My whole body ached, and I could already tell that multiple bruises would be forming on my skin later. I was trapped in a pocket under a huge pile of cement, and while the desk had protected me a bit and allowed me some room, there was no way out. I rubbed the dust from my eyes and glanced around, hoping to spot something that could help me, and that’s when my eyes landed on my radio. I reached out and snatched it off the ground, holding it up to my lips.

“This is 5021 Victor. Can anyone hear me?” I ask into the device. When no one responded, I groaned and smacked the side of it. “Come on. Come on!” After smacking the radio, I held it up to my lips again. “This is 5021 Victor. Does anyone copy?” The radio emitted a static noise, but immediately after, someone began to talk.

“Y/N? Is that you? What’s going on?” Adam questioned.

“Adam, thank god! I was chasing the kid when the second bomb went off, and now I’m trapped. I can’t get out,” I explain.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Adam quizzed.

“No. I don’t think so,” I reply.

“Okay. Good. The fire department is arriving now. Tell me where you are,” Adam instructed.

“Uh, I’m not quite sure. I ran into the building and chased the kid towards the back. I’m in some sort of office room. There’s desks in here,” I recall. For the next few minutes, there was nothing but silence between us, and it got a bit awkward.

“Y/N? You still there?” Adam asked.

“Yeah,” I reply. “I’m still here.”

“You doing okay?” Adam questioned.

“Things could be better. I feel like I’m going to run out of oxygen soon, even though I know I’m fine, but I’m still kind of freaking out,” I confess.

“Hey. Everything’s going to be fine. Just think about happier memories. Think about us,” Adam suggested.

“Thinking about you doesn’t make me feel calm! We haven’t talked in days,” I exclaim.

“And how is that my fault?” Adam argued.

“How is it not your fault?!” I counter. “You’ve been ignoring me all week, and whenever I tried to talk to you, you’d brush me off. You’ve been distant, Adam. And if you don’t want to be with me anymore, fine. But you could at least give me a heads up and say to my face that you want to break up.”

“That’s not why I’ve been ignoring you,” Adam admitted. “I’m just going through some stuff right now. After my CI got killed last week, I’ve been thinking a lot about everything: You, my job, life.”

“Then why didn’t you just tell me that? I would’ve given you space if you needed it,” I say.

“I don’t know. I didn’t want to burden you with my problems,” Adam stated. Another minute or two passed without either of us saying a word, and just before I could say something, Adam beat me to it. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” I murmur and clutch the radio tightly in my hands. Just then, a few of the rocks in front of me started moving, and I pulled my knees closer to my chest. Seconds later, one of the rocks was removed from the pile, allowing some light to flow into my cramped space.

“Hey, Y/N,” Kelly Severide announced and looked through the hole. “You doing okay in there?”

“Yeah. Just get me out of here,” I tell him. 

Kelly chuckled, but nodded. “Will do. Give us a minute.” Slowly, the rocks piled in front of me began to disappear, creating a bigger and bigger hole. Soon, the hole was large enough for me to crawl out of, and when a hand reached down to help me out, I grasped it and let the person pull me out of the rock rile. Right as I was free from my temporary prison, I was pulled into a hug. The feeling of being against the person’s chest was very comforting and familiar, and I knew right away that it was Adam.

“I’m so sorry,” Adam mumbled and placed a kiss on top of my head.

“For what?” I quiz.

“For being distant. I should’ve just talked to you. And if you don’t mind, after we get you checked out at Med, and finish up with work, I’d like to head home with you. We could watch some stupid movies, or just relax,” Adam suggested.

I smiled and looked up at him. “Relaxing sounds great. I just want to get home, take a quick shower, and head to bed.”

“That plan sounds amazing. Come on. Lets get out of here,” Adam spoke and laced his fingers with mine. And with that, the two of us left the building with our relationship in tact, and all it took was for me to be in need of a rescue to save it.

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Ectober Day 17 Jump Scare

On Ao3

There’s a demon hiding under the bed. Yet for some reason, that isn’t the scary thing. If you had told him a month ago that he’d be worried about a magic monster from another dimension, he’d laugh. Yet here he was, wondering what had gotten Phantom so worked up to the point that he barely even said anything. Heck, the demon had said more after getting thrashed in a fight than he had now.

After half scaring them to death, tearing out of the wall like it was an enemy, eyes shut and limbs flailing. Could demons get night terrors?

“You think he does that a lot?” Sam murmured after it became clear Phantom wasn’t going to be budging from his hiding place any time soon.

“Hope not. Might be pretty hard to explain why we aren’t freaking out about some shadow monster appearing out of nowhere in school.” Tucker tried to laugh, but the joke fell flat. It wasn’t like they knew Phantom long enough to know for sure. He’d slept fine last time?

“He’s not going to tell us if we ask, I bet. Since hiding under my bed like a startled chipmunk is how someone shows they’re fine, apparently.”

The fact the demon didn’t grumpily restate he was fine had both of them sharing a look. Maybe he couldn’t hear them? Or he still needed more time to calm down. “So I guess we can try and get rid of this guy?” He said, fishing out the thermos, half expecting it to shake because of the monster trapped inside.

“Yeah. I kinda wanted to know how he knows Phantom, but I haven’t really found anything.” Sam admitted with a sigh, flipping to some of her bookmarked pages. “I think we can break the contract keeping him here? Without letting him out of thermos.”

“Wait, that’s something you can do? Didn’t you say we’re kinda stuck with Phantom?” The whole selling your soul to a demon thing felt pretty final. Being able to break something like that, without even knowing who’d brought the demon here felt wrong. Too easy.

“Well yeah. You can’t go back on your own contract. It has to be someone else.” Sam frowned, squinting at the pages. “And you have to have the demon trapped long enough to do it.”

The half closed eyes under the bed were wide again, even as he remained silent.

“It’s not gonna kill anyone, right?”

“It shouldn’t? Like the demon gets a pretty good deal, they don’t have to give anything back and their job is done.” She hesitated, glancing under the bed. “I don’t know if the people who wrote this cared about what happened to the demon afterwards.“

“What do you think?” Tucker asked, a little louder to try and catch the lurking demon’s attention.

“Depends on what it was for. Small time stuff and the jerk will be fine.” Phantom remained under the bed, but finally chose to speak up. “Deserves a little backlash away, he failed.”

“I’m guessing our contract is more ‘big time’?”

Phantom’s eyes only narrowed at the question. So much for hoping he might open up a little more about himself.

“I guess we just have to try it, then.” Sam handed the book over, pointing to the directions. “You think you can make this?”

“Totally! I can probably use some of the other ones as a base.” Tucker was already looking through his PDA. Maybe if he could figure out commonly used shapes he could just keep a library of them to drag and drop as needed...maybe he needed an external hard drive for all this stuff, “Really I should just borrow the book and scan it, just in case.”

“Hey, if it keeps us safe from new demon disasters, you can borrow it as long as you need to.”

It was probably faster than Sam trying to draw it out, but it still took time. Time that he could use to think about what to do. It didn’t seem like Gregor was going to just leave them alone, since he apparently knew about demons. He didn’t know about Phantom, right? Part of him wanted to be grateful there might be someone else around that knew something about all this. Yet his gut felt something was terribly off. Because he’d apparently been cursed once? Did it make people distrust you?

Phantom finally chose to come out as he worked, back in his blue eyed human disguise as he watched the printer, as if trying to figure out how the ink worked. Neither of them mentioned how he’d chosen to put the bat plush on his shoulder.

“Sooo, does any of that mean anything to you?” Sam tried to include the demon again as she set up the printed sheets, placing the thermos in the middle.

“No. I don’t need extra stuff to use my own power. All this is human stuff…” he mumbled, only giving it the shortest of glances.

“All this is powered by a demon though, right?”

Phantom watched both of them for a moment, as if debating if he should go back under the bed. “Or something like one. Yeah. What’s mine is yours because of the contract. It doesn’t mean I have to know what it does.”

Sam frowned. “So if we saw someone use magic, and they said there wasn’t a demon, you’d call them a liar.”

“If a human was saying it, yeah. Or they think a demon trapped in something doesn’t ‘count’ as a demon. Which is stupid.”

Well Gregor did say it was the pen that let him do it. So there was something like Phantom trapped in there? That could think? No wonder he got creepy vibes. “Good to know. Someone’s been around that seems to know about you guys.”

“Yeah, you keep saying you don’t know about this stuff, but we kinda wanted to check if you knew what something was anyway.” Sam added, tapping at the once again faintly glowing thermos. “I think he’s gone.”

The fact the paper now looked scorched, even though the thermos was the same as ever sure made it look like something had happened, at least. “Guess he wasn’t a fan of being cool.”

“Humans who get caught messing with demons get killed. So they don’t bother us again. It’s a win win to leave a mess.” Phantom’s statement was strangely deadpan, like he was repeating something.

So why didn’t he try to leave more traces of his existence? It was a lifetime agreement, so the sooner they died, the happier the demon should be. If he actually thought that way. Was he just trying to appear more menacing than he was after the little freak out?

“Well, don’t scorch anything.” Sam only shrugged, fishing out the strange paper they’d gotten and slid it near the demon. “They told us this removes a demon’s influence on your mind. That sound right?”

Phantom looked down for only a second before scrabbling backwards, human skin ripping off like a kitten fluffing it’s fur trying to look bigger by returning to demon form. “Burn it!” He ordered with a snarl, a second layer of what sounded like wailing added to his voice.

Phantom could be scary. When he tried. Tucker tried to ignore how his heartbeat quickened as the demon growled and dug his claws into the ground, leaving obvious gouges to mark his presence, shadowy hands starting to form.

Sam stood her ground more easily, but he could hear the hint of surprise buried there. “Why should we?”

The room darkened, making his dead empty eyes seem even more bright and piercing. “I won’t tell you until it’s gone.”

Illusion was Phantom’s thing, right? Nothing he was doing...was real. It didn’t stop the fear of the darkness, of how suddenly he’d shifted from a boy to a snarling terror. A monster that was nothing like them, no matter how well he pretended. Over something they’d only asked about.

“Don’t threaten us.” Sam clenched her fingers, staring the demon down. “You’re lucky my parents love soundproofing with the racket you’re making.”

“MAKE ME STOP THEN” His growl echoed painfully in their heads. “WEAKLINGS.”

“Oookay, everyone chill for a second?” Tucker couldn’t quite make himself move forward to separate them, the shadows looking likely to try and rip at his ankles. “We asked so we wouldn’t hurt you, okay?”

“LIAR. I KNOW THAT STENCH.”

“Well we don’t!”

They could use the thermos. Phantom couldn’t do anything about that. This reaction, this daring them to force him to behave...was he still scared? Yes. He was. He still had the bat curled in his tail, even while being all darkness and snarling. Something had  tipped him back into whatever fear woke him up in the first place, and ‘winning’ by hiding the demon away wouldn’t fix anything.

“We’ll burn it, okay? Just calm down.”

“Tucker, we can’t just do what he wants if he starts acting like this…” Sam looked at him, eyes darting to the thermos.

Phantom kept glaring, but the shadows did not advance. Waiting.

“I think he’s just scared that we’re trying to trick him.”

“He’s the demon!” Sam groaned, but didn’t open the thermos. “Being afraid of being tricked is our job.”

At least paper burned quickly, even if the humming sensation that went up his arm as he moved it was deeply uncomfortable. Yet nothing special happened as it burned, no lights or humming. Just paper and ink reduced to cinders and dust.

Phantom remained tense even as the fire was stamped out, not once taking his eyes off of it. Slowly the room brightened, the demon looking much smaller without the shadows distorting his shape.

“See? We cool?”

“Mhm.”

Sam rolled her eyes. “So what had you freak out? What does it actually do?”

His ears twitched, glancing at the ground for a moment. “I...only sort of know.”

“Go on then, we waited long enough.”

“I think...it stops demonic thoughts.” He was speaking more to the ground, looking liable to sink into the floor.

“Well that’s what we were sort of told, I guess.” Tucker frowned, unsure why that would upset the demon so much if he wasn’t messing with their minds.

“All of them. I have part of both of you, remember? I like being able to think.”

Oh.

“We’re not part of you though, so it shouldn’t affect you?” Sam pushed a little further, even though the demon looked edgy and uncomfortable already.

“You are. The living parts of your soul...I only took half of each. They’re still connected. Just separated.” He didn’t look happy to be admitting this, showing too many fangs. “That sort of thing might hurt you too.”

“Wait, so that hollow feeling isn’t the soul part you stole, it’s just you?”

“How else could you use my powers? Of course it’s me.”

It was pretty weird to think that no, they weren’t just missing parts of themselves, but part of a demon had moved in instead. How much of Phantom was always there?

Sam crouched, mostly as the demon seemed determined to not look either of them in the eye. “Does that mean we get your memories, sometimes? I thought I heard you in my head once.”

“How would I know? I’ve never had humans before. Maybe?” He was edging back towards the bed. “Hope not. Don’t need you two in my head.”

“Trust me, we aren’t trying to get in there.” Sam shrugged, glancing at Tucker.

“Seriously though, if you just said what was wrong it’d have been gone faster.”

“Unless you decided you liked me better as a mindless puppet.” Phantom’s scowl sharpened as his sentence continued, tail lashing by the end.

“Sam and I wouldn’t do that. We're not that kind of people.” He elbowed his friend, but she was already nodding.

“Why do you think we have a soup thermos?”

The demon went quiet, apparently considering that. His tail flicked, putting the plush closer to the two of them. “Sorry.”

Sam let out a sigh. “You don’t have to give it back yet if you don’t want to.”

The demon’s head tilted, as if he’d never heard of such a thing. “But you let me borrow it before I made you angry?”

“Yeah, so?”

“You don’t get to keep things if you anger the one who gave them to you. That’s why you need to take things.” He slid back under the bed, not taking the plush even after Sam’s reassurance. 

“Hey Tuck?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m starting to think demon parents might be kinda shitty.”

[mmimagine-40]

Pup 2

Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Nat

W:Age Gap, abuse talk, implied rape. (most abuse is just talking about being hit, not into details about. Implied thing)

*Little note: Someone kindly pointed out that I did in fact wright the injury wrong and got my info mixed up. I’m so sorry about that. I did edit it in the last piece. But to save some time: The readers injury is not a torn ligament it is just a sprained ankle. Thanks again and enjoy. *

Steve noticed the look on her face. And her breath started to pick up. Like the attack she had this morning. “Pup, what's wrong?”, he asked. Y/n turned to look at him, tears starting to fill her eyes. “He’s here or round here. I can smell him.”, Y/n says shakingly. Steve looked around , smelling. Getting a little hint of the alpha. Looking around he didn’t see anyone near. “Hey , it’s okay. The smell is faint. It probably means he was here at some point but it gone now. “, Steve reaches over to cup Y/n’s cheeks. Wiping the tears that tried to fall. And swiping his thumbs over her skin to calm her down. “But why is it so strong to me? It smells like he’s just outside this truck.”, she asked, leaning into his touch. Steve shh’ed her , as he pulls the middle up so he can pull her closer to him. “It’s probably just your mind doing it. You're scared of him coming back. So your senses are trying to pick up on him without you knowing. So it’s taking the slight smell of the alpha and is making it stronger for you. “. Y/n just nodded as she leaned on to him. Closing her eyes. Letting the warmth of Steve’s body and his scent to wrap around her. Calming her down. Steve stayed still letting her calm. Knowing that she just needed  a minute. He tried wrapping his head around something he can do for her. At less right now , so he can show her that it is possible to fully get away from whoever this guy is. So maybe she will open up more and he can help her. Then it clicked. Something Nat used to do in college. Before her and Bucky mated, or where even a thing. Something that can fool any alphas  smells. “Pup, if you're up for it. I know something that can help. So just in case the alpha is near he won’t smell you. But that’s only if you want to. You don’t have to, I can just take us back to the cabin if you want.”, Steve says rubbing her back. Y/n sits back up looking at him. She wipes her face , as a pout still stays on her lip, “What? What is it?”. Steve took a breath , trying to think how to word this without freaking her out. “It’s a fake bond.”, Steve says. “A fake bond? What's that?”, Y/n’s eyebrows scrunched together as she looked at him. “It’s what it sounds like...basically it’s a form of scenting an omega ...or even an alpha. It makes it appear to be like a bond. But it’s not a real one. You’ll just have a fake bond mark for about a day. And it will give off the alpha scent as long as it stays on your skin. Once it disappears the scent will too.”, Steve explains. Y/n looks around as the info wraps around her head. “So you would bite me?”, She asked looking back into his eyes. Steve nodded , “Yes, But like I said this is up to you. If you don’t want to , we won’t and I’ll just take you back to the cabin.”. Y/n looked out to the dinner. Seeing people sitting around. Laughing and talking. The faint smell from the dinner makes it way to her. Making her mouth water. She starts shaking her head as she turns back to Steve. “I would like you to do the fake bond.”. “Are you sure?”, Steve asked. He was afraid if he bite down she might go into an episode and freak out and that's the last thing Steve wants to happen right now. Y/n nods her head smiling a bit, “I trust you.”. Steve smiled at her softly. He moved a bit closer to her. Being gentle to move her head to the side and move her hair out of the way. “Just say the word and I’ll stop. Okay ,Pup?”, His breath fanned over the side of her face. Only an inch above her skin. Y/n thought she would hate it. Be reminded of Brock. But she finds herself enjoying being this close to Steve. Even a light blush covering her face as she felt his nose drag along her skin to her scent gland. Her heart was beating fast and she felt tingly all over as she felt his breath breath out onto her skin. She had to bite her tongue as she felt his lips make contact on her skin. Leaving a delicate kiss over the area. Before she felt his mouth open more. His teeth graze her skin. Before softly biting down. Y/n thought it would hurt, but it didn’t. Just a light binch. But then again it’s a fake. Not a real one , breaking through the skin and scaring into her gland. Steve kissed the spot again, this time she couldn’t help the small whimper that left her lips. Steve pulled back staring down at her with half hooded eyes. The alpha in him , jumping up and down at the small noise of pleasure that left the omegas mouth. Y/n stared back at him with doe eyes. They were so close. And Steve was about to just lean down and kiss her. But the sound of a car pulling in next to them, makes him pull away. He looks to the side to see Bucky’s car pulling into the spot next to them. Steve turns back to Y/n to see her looking down as she scoots back over to her spot. Steve waits for Nat to get out of the car. Before he gets out and makes his way to help Y/n out.  She grabs his arm as they walk in front of the car. Scared she might fall , not used to the boot. “Y/n , These are my two best friends. Nat and Bucky.”, Steve introduces them. y/n waves at them. “So you're the famous Y/n , Steve talked so much about.’, Nat says holding her hand out to shake her hand. Y/n shaked it , looking down blushing. “Nat.”, Steve said out as a warning. Glaring at her. She just smirked back at him. Bucky chuckles shaking his head at his mate. “It’s nice to meet you , Y/n”, Bucky stuck his hand out to shake her hand. y/n stood looking at his hand , shocked. Not seeing the others , looking at her then at each other. Bucky's hand slowly fell. Y/n looked up to be met with his blue eyes. Like Steve but a bit darker. Looking at her concerned. She quickly looked down to mess with her hand. “Sorry, I..I’m just a bit nervous around alphas.”, She rushes out. “It’s okay. I get it. I wouldn’t want you doing anything you're uncomfortable with.”, Bucky smiled at her. Y/n’s head snapped up shocked. At his sweetness and understanding catching her off guard. “Don’t worry Bucky wouldn’t hurt a fly. Would you Bucky Bear?”, Nat says curling up around his arm. Bucky groaned , “What did I say about using that nickname out in public?”. “That you loveee itt!”, She says poking at his cheek. Y/n watch in aw, at how this omega acts around and treats her alpha. Bucky laughs as he pushes her off of him. Y/n looked towards Steve to see if this is how they always act. He was laughing , shaking his head at his friends.  “Okay, why don’t you two  go grab a table while me and Bucky put everything into the truck? Cause after we eat you’ll need medicine and will probably be tired , Pup.”, Steve says breaking the couple up and looking towards Y/n. She smiles at him nodding, before looking back to Nat. She rolled her eyes, “FIne!”. She kissed Bucky's cheek before linking her arm with Y/n making their way inside. Y/n didn’t question it. She actually felt safe with Nat. Not only because she was another Omega. But she seemed like a strong omega who takes no crap from any Alpha. 

Waiting till the pair were inside, Bukcy turned towards Steve. Smirking and raising an eyebrow. “Pup, huh?”, He teased. Steve rolled his eyes as he walked towards the cars. Opening the backdoor to put the stuff in. “It’s just a nickname , Buck.”. “Mhmm, Sure!. I saw how you were looking at her. Pulse that fake bond!”, Bucky says opening the trunk. Steve rolled his eyes again. “It’s nothing. I’m just trying to help her.”, Steve says. They start moving the stuff. “Okay , Jerk. Answer me this: When you first saw her or even talked to her how did you feel? Was your heart racing? Feel like you want to protect her and care for her? Did you feel things you never have felt before? Feeling never felt when around anyone else? ...When she first laughed did your heart smelt and you wanted to hear it more? Do you have an itchy feeling after the first time touching her? Wanting to do it again. How about how you feel right now? Seeing her walk away , even though you know she's just going to get a table?”, Bucky asked, watching Steve put the last few things in. Steve sighs as he closes the door. “What’s your point, Buck?”. Bucky runs his hand over his face as he stares at his friend. “That’s your mate , Stevie.”. Steve looked at him confused. Bucky sighed , shaking his head, “All those feelings you’re feeling , that’s how I felt when I met Nat. When I knew her only one day I felt like I had known her forever. I knew that one day she would be mine. Actually in fact , I due believe it was you who told me we looked like true mates. The way we looked at each other and acted. You pushed me to get her. ….Well now here I am. With the best mate I could ask for. So Steve listens here. You look at Y/n like how I looked at Nat. I know you think this is just to help her and cause you to have a big heart and everything that has happened to us. But I’m telling you , that girl in there. Your , ‘pup’. Will be your mate , one day. Even if that means I have to do the dirty work to make sure you don’t chicken out and lose that girl.”, bucky rambles as he rests a hand on Steve’s shoulder. Steve shakes his head. “Your wrong Buck. I have only known her for less than 24 hours. I know nothing about her. But her name. So there's no way I look at her like she is my future mate.”. Bucky shakes his head at his friend's stupidity, and just walks away from him. Steve just watches him walk away. Thinking about his words. He described perfectly how he was feeling about Y/n. Hell ,when he gave her the fake bond, images flashed in his of actually bonding with her. But there was a part of his to ignore the feelings. That they meant nothing. In honesty, Steve is afraid of being hurt again. He doesn’t know Y/n’s past. It could be so bad to scare her from mating or having a relationship with an alpha at all. Just cause she seems okay with him doesn’t mean anything. “Steve?”, Bucky called from the door. When he looked up to meet his eyes , it hit Steve. Bucky might just be right….for once in his life. 

Inside Nat and y/n take a seat at the booth the hostess pointing them two. Each sliding in on either side. “Do you and your alpha always act like that?”, Y/n asked as the women walked away. Nat’s head snapped up at her. Y/n looked down ashamed , “Sorry ,it’s just...growing up I was always taught that omegas are to just stand by their alphas till they ask them for something.”. Nat smiles at her , taking her hand to hold it. y/n looked back up at her. “It’s okay. And yeah. That's how most mates act. It’s actually very old dating for how alphas and mates act and think that.”. Y/n looked at her shocked, “really?”. ‘Yeah, Most places have omegas rights now. And parents teach their omega kids how to be strong and not let the others push them around.”, Nat explains. “There are even laws now to help omegas. To help protect them.”, Nat goes on. Y/n smiled at her , “really?”. Nat nodded smiling at her. “You must have been really closed up , if you didn’t know any of this. It’s huge in the news , even till this day. About omega’s fighting back against harmful alphas.”. She gives nats hand a squeeze to think about her past. “I wasn’t allowed to watch the tv or be on any media. I was only to clean and cook. And care for the alphas. I could do nothing else.”. Nat’s mouth drop, “oh girl, I have so much to show you...I mean that is if you’re staying around here a bit more.”. Y/n looked down at their hands biting her lip. “I would like to, I have only been here a day. But the place has grown on me.”, she says. “The town or an alpha has?”, Nat wiggles her eyebrow. Y/n giggles looking at her. Knowing she sees through her. “I mean the alpha is just a pulse.””. Nat squeals excited, “we are going to be best friends! Don’t worry I’ll help you with him. He can be a bit stupid sometimes.”. Y/n looked at her as her smile fell a bit. “I’ve never had a friend before.”. “Well girl you're in luck! Cause now you have three and good luck getting rid of us,”, Nat points out the window towards the boys, “This is going to be great! Having another girl around!”. The smile on Y/n's face widens at Nat. In less than 24 hours Y/n has finally found somewhere that really feels like home.  

The two pulled away at the notice of the two alpha’s coming closer to them. Bucky slides in next to Nat, resting his arm around her to pull her closer to him. The omega curled into her alphas side purring. y/n smiled as she watched them. Never have seen two people so in love. A bump against her shoulder , causes her to turn to look at Steve. He was smiling down at her. She never noticed how big he was till now. He was basically towering over her. Making her feel so small, but not in a bad way. In some ways , she actually liked how he was so big and strong. It made her feel safe and comfortable. ‘You okay?’ , Steve mouthed to her. Y/n smiled at him nodding. She turned back to face Bucky and Nat only to see them both smirking at them both. Y/n blushed as she looked down over the menu. 

Steve helped Y/n into the truck as they said their last goodbyes to Bucky and Nat. He waves them off as they pull out heading to their home, before hopping into the driver's side and taking off to the cabin. “ I like your friends. They are really nice and funny.”, Y/n says. “Yeah but they can be a handful sometimes. But i’m glad you had fun.”, Steve says. Y/n gives him a smile before turning to look out the window. Watching the small stores and house as they speed past. Before they disappear , as they head out of town and back up to the cabin. Which made Y/n turn her attention elsewhere. Her eyes catch the boot. She just stands there looking down at it. Steve looked over to her. Seeing her look at the boot and the sour look on her face. “What wrong, pup?”. Y/n looks up to see Steve keep looking back and forth from the road to her. Looking concerned. She turned back to look at the boot. “It’s nothing. I...I just...I’m going to be in this boot for a while and winter looks like it's about to be here any day now. I have nowhere to go.”. “Tired of me already ,pup?”, Steve chuckled. She softly laughed, shaking her head. “No, but I feel bad for leaching on you.”, Y/n says softly playing with her hands. “Pup, I told you this morning. You're injured and need some help right now. I’m here to help you. As long as it takes for you to get back on to your own feet and even after that, I’ll be here to help you…..Plus it’s nice to have the company.”, Steve says looking over at her. Y/n smiled looking up at Steve. Tears filling her eyes. Out of happiness. Blessed to have someone care so deeply about her. “Why are you so nice to me? You don’t even know anything about me. I know more about you. And you haven’t tried to hide anything or stop Bucky from telling me stories of you guys youth. Yet you haven't asked me a thing about mine.”. “I didn’t want to push you. Just let you tell me what you want. On your own time.”, Steve says. Y/n just sits there watching him. Looking over every detail of his face. “How is it you know all the right things to say? I know that you picked up that I've been abused. But you say nothing of it. Or of the alpha I was running from. You never even asked what I was doing in the woods yesterday. “, Y/n asked. Steve sighed as he put the truck in park outside the cabin. He turns to look at Y/n. Looking over her face. Images flash in his head of his mother. Steve turns back to face the steering wheel. “Growing up I had an abusive father. He forced a bond on my mother when they were young adults. After she refused to mate with him. He was the stereotypical alpha. Made his omega do everything for him. Clean , cook , get him things. Hit her if she spoke to him a certain way or didn’t do something. Or even did something he didn’t like. Ma said he wasn’t always so bad. That he was still controlling that she be the stereotypical omega. But he wasn’t as abusive. Not till I was born. He wanted a whole bunch of alpha pups. As Bucky told you, growing up I was the scrawny little kid. So much so I presented as an omega at first. And my father didn’t like that. Punished my mother for it. Then he tried to get her to have more babies. But no matter what she couldn’t get pregnant. He blamed me for it. Started becoming more abusive to us. There were countless nights when I watched him beat up my mother till she passed out and was hardly breathing. Even nights that he’d hit me. But my mother would usually change his anger to her , so he won’t hurt me. The most I got was a black eye. But Ma she had bruises everywhere , broken bones, dislocated joints, everything possible to hurt a person without killing them.” . Steve put his hand in one of his hands. As pictures flash into his head. Memories of his mother. Her black and blue face as she told him to stay strong that they would get out of this. Y/n Grabbed Steve's other hand holding it. Giving it a squeeze. She scooted closer to him. Wrapping around his arm. As she lays her head on his shoulder. Steve felt his body relax as her smell wrapped around him. He rested his head on top of hers. “What happen?”, she asked. “There was an organization that was helping omegas get away from their abuser and help them start a life for themselves. One day , after my dad left for work, my mom grabbed me and a bag with some of our things and headed to the meeting place of this organization. They helped to make it seem we were elsewhere , when we headed to New York. The people helped my ma find a job and got us into a place to stay. Helping us start a new life. I met many people like us. Including my best friend .”. “Bucky?”, Y/n asked looking up at Steve. Steve nodded, “Him, his baby sister, and his mother were also running from his abusive father. We actually move in next to each other. Our families became close. To where they are my second family. “. Y/n looked around thinking over everything that he told her. Was it really possible to true be gone from an abuser? “Did he ever find y’all?”, Y/n asked, pulling back some to face Steve. He looked at her, shaking his head. “No, he never did.”. Steve looked back to the windshield seeing small droplets appearing as dark clouds rolled in. “Come on , Pup. It looks like it’s about to rain.”, Steve says opening his door. Y/n lets go of him watching as he gets out. He turns back holding a hand out to help her. She takes it as she climbs out. “You think you can get in by yourself?”, Steve asks. Y/n nodded. “Okay , here’s the key. You can leave the door open , I'll be right behind you with the bags. “, He hands her the keys , before turning back to the back of the truck to grab the bags. Y/n makes her way into the house. Her mind was racing after what Steve told her. It made her feel a bit better and more trusting of Steve. He told her something personal. Not to get out of her what happened , but to make her know that he understands what's happening. And can help her. Thinking over his words , describing what happened to his mom. Popped up memories of her own mother. An omega as well, busied and mistreated by her mate. Memories of watching her mother lay clothes on and putting on makeup before going out to the store. Trying to cover up the marks that her father laid on her the night before. 

“Okay that's the last of it.”, Steve says. Snapping Y/n out of her thoughts. She looks up to see Steve setting the last bags down in the kitchen. He checks his watch looking at the time , before turning to grab a glass. He filled it with some water. He handed it to Y/n along with the bottle of meds Bruce gave him. “Thank you.”, Y/n says grabbing the bottle and looking over the instructions before taking them. Her attention went back to Steve after. She watched as he moved around the kitchen putting away the groceries. “His name is Brock Rumlow.”, Y/n says. Steve pauses what he’s doing turning to look at Y/n. “ His father and mine were friends. His father paid mine to have me for his son. My father agreed. I was only 15. When I was first taken Brock never touched me. Only talked to me. He was nice. Told me that if I didn’t want to mate he wouldn’t force it. That was till I turned 18. After that he started forcing himself more on me. At first he was just pushy about wanting a relationship of some kind. Then one time when I was close to hitting my heat , he started pushing me more to bond with him. After a year of saying no he changed a lot. When he brought it up again one day. I told him I just didn’t feel a connection with him. That was the first time he laid a hand on me. He slapped me across the face. Calling me a disrespectful bitch. That he gave me everything. All he’s asking is to be his mate , his omega. To bare him children. It was also the first time he..he…”. Steve dropped what he was doing rushing over to Y/n. Pulling her into a hug. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say it or anything else.”, Steve says into her hair. “It just keeps getting worse and worse. He said he would continue till I said yes. Which I never did. A month or so ago I was able to escape while he was gone. I have been running since. I stopped a few days ago , stopping to rest at the town over. But he found me so I ran into the woods , hoping it would cover my smell and I’d lose him. I was running for hours. Till I tripped over a tree root sticking out of the ground.”, Y/n finished. Tears were running down her face as she recalled the memories. Steve shushed her. “It’s okay. It’s all over now. I’ll make sure he never touches you again, pup. “. Y/n cling’ d onto Steve as she cried. Steve rubbed her back soothing her. After a bit they pulled away. Y/n looked up at Steve as he looked down at her. Whipping the tears off her face. “Come on pup. It’s been a busy day. Why don’t you lay down and rest for a bit?”, Steve asked. Y/n nodded. Steve let Y/n go in front of him as he carried the bags that carried the stuff Nat got for her. He led her to one of the guest rooms. “This can be your room to stay in while you're here. It’s right next to my room just in case you need anything.”, Steve says setting the bags down as Y/n takes a seat on the bed. Taking off the jacket and kicking off her shoe. Steve turns back to her helping her take off the boot so she’s more comfortable. He helped her get in and laid in the bed. Steve turned to leave, when a hand grabbing his wrist stopped him. “Can you stay with me? I don’t want to be alone.”, Y/n says. Steve smiles at her nodding. He took his jacket off and kicked his boots off before taking a seat on the other side of the bed. Leaning against the headboard. Y/n curled into his side. As soon as she curled around him, her eyes became heavy. As sleep started to take her.

Y/n is awoken  by a bright light shining in her eyes. As her eyes open she is met with a bright light shining through the window. She groaned , turning the other way. Into a warm chest. She opened her eyes , looking up. Seeing Steve laying there shirtless. With one arm laying over her waist. Y/n looked over all of him. In awe at his beauty. Her eyes laid on a mark on his neck. A bond mark. Y/n’s hand moved to her neck. Feeling over where her scent gland is. Feeling a sacred bond. As her fingers ran over the mark, a wave of memories hits her. Memories she doesn’t remember living. Of Steve, them claiming each other, and a life together. “Morning Pup.”, A husky voice says. Y/n looked up to see Steve’s eyes opening and smiling at her. “Morning.”, Y/n smiles back. A bunch of feelings hitting her. A warm happy feeling. One of being complete. Steve turned to look at the time. He turned back to Y/n , pulling her into him. “We have maybe 10 minutes.”, he says as he moves her to her back , kissing her. Y/n moaned into the kiss. Melting into him. Her hands moved from resting on his chest up and into his hair. Keeping him on her. Loving the feeling of his lips and never wanting him to stop kissing her. But the sound of the bedroom door open caused them to pull a part. Steve sighed as his head dropped onto Y/n’s shoulder. She laughed softly. Counting running her fingers through his hair. She leaned down kissing his check. “Mommy! Daddy!”, A voice yells running to the bed. Steve rolled off Y/n as the small child climbed onto the bed. “Buddy, what are you doing up so early?”, Steve asked, helping him up. The little boy shrugged as he made his way to Y/n. Snuggling into her. “Clearly he needed mommy cuddles, right baby?”, Y/n pulls him closer kissing his head. Which was a head full of blond hair. Being his fathers mini me. He nodded looking up at her. “But he interrupted my cuddle!”, Steve pouts. Y/n giggles , shaking her head at him, “Well if you were as cute as Grant , maybe you would have gotten some.”. Steve gasped as his hand went over his chest , acting hurt. Grant giggled watching his father. Steve snapped his eyes at him. “Oh, you think that’s funny?”. Grant nodded , giggling. Steve smirked as he reached over tickling him. He giggled harder and started kicking trying to get away from his father. Y/n’s hand shot to her stomach. Feeling the small bump. “Boy’s!”, Y/n warned. “Careful bud. You kicked sissy.” , Steve said. Stopping his attack on his son and turning to her stomach. Resting a hand over it. “Sorry Mommy. Sorry Sissy.” , Grant said moving to kiss her stomach. “It’s okay baby. You just have to be more careful next time okay?”, Y/n pulls him back up to hug him. He nods wrapping his small arms around her neck hugging her. Steve smiled as he watched them. Grant looks towards his father. Holding his hand out to pull him into the embrace too. Steve kissed his head, wrapping his arm around Grant and Y/n pulling them closer. Y/n smiled as her boys embraced her. Her eyes began to feel heavy again. As her boys snuggle closer , she lets sleep take her over. 

Y/n jumps awake. She looks around seeing that she was in the guest room. She looked over to see Steve gone from where he was sitting with her. Sounds from downstairs catch her attention. She moves the bedding sitting up and puts the boot back on to her feet. She then makes her way down stairs following the noise and delicious smells of something to the kitchen. Y/n stops in the entry watching Steve move around cooking something. She takes a seat at the table watching him cook. Thinking over the dream she had. A smile made its way onto her face. This felt like those stories she used to read. The ones talking about how when you found the one you just knew. Y/n just knew. Steve was the one.

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Part 2 of the Pup story. I’m really loving how this is coming out and I hope you guys are too! If you want to be tagged in the next part leave a comment or message me and I’ll add you. Also if you have an questions and want more info on something you can ask for it and I’ll answer or wright a little piece for it. -MM

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Hey I love your stuff!! Could you maybe do a corpse fanfic where he’s hanging out with a small group of friends at a house and when some guy tries to kiss y/n without her consent and she freaks out and runs outside for a smoke he comforts her? Even though this is the first time they have met? And then she’s quite defensive but then they along really well. Sorry if it’s long! Thank you 🙂

pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!reader

genre: uhhh... angst-ish & then fluff?

warnings: attempted sexual harassment, please read with caution :(

word count: 968

a/n: I made up the guy who tried to kiss Y/N, and all the “new” people Y/N meets at the party, except Corpse of course.

Y/N’s POV 

I hadn’t really planned to go over to Mark’s place to hang out with everyone, but I got off work early and I needed a break from everything. Amy greeted me at the door with a hug, pulling me in to introduce me to some new people. “Y/N, this is David, Ella, Jake, and Corpse.” I waved at all of them before going to grab myself a drink. Mark was in the kitchen grabbing more chips for the party when I came in, and he greeted me with a hug as well.

“How have you been?” He asked.

“I’ve been okay, just stressed with work. I’m glad that you guys invited me.”

“Of course, kid,” he smiled, patting my head. “You’re welcome here any time.” I grabbed a drink from their fridge and made my way back to the living room to sit next to Amy. The conversation with everyone got better once I got less nervous around the new people, and Mark whipped out Mario Kart not long after I got there. “Get ready to lose, Y/N.” I scoffed, snatching a controller from him.

“Listen, Mark. I’ve been practicing.”

“We’ll see.” I moved to sit between Mark and Jake, while the fourth player, Ella, sat on the end. I got 10th place and Mark got 1st, so obviously I got a victory chant in my face. I laughed, shoving him away and requesting another round.

“The key is to stay on the track,” Jake said from beside me. I laughed nervously, looking back to the screen without a response. Amy caught my eye with a concerned look on her face and I shook my head to let her know I was okay. Another round went by and I got 8th, but Mark still got 1st, so I finally gave up and danced along with his victory chant. 

“I’m gonna get more snacks, does anyone have any requests?” 

“I’ll come help you,” Jake said, standing quickly. I led the way to the kitchen, searching through the pantry for more chips when I felt Jake come up behind me. “You’re really pretty, y’know?” I jumped a little, turning to see him mere inches from me.

“Oh, uh…” I tried to squeeze past him back into the openness of the kitchen. “Thanks,” I said, successfully back in the kitchen. 

“You could be a model.” He was close to me again, making me super uncomfortable. I wish someone would come in here.

Corpse’s POV

“I’m gonna grab a drink,” I said, standing to head to the kitchen. I stopped at the doorway when I heard Jake tell Y/N she was pretty. 

“Oh, uh…” She sounded uncomfortable. “Thanks.” I heard movement and then Jake spoke again.

“You could be a model.” The rustling of the chip bag stopped, and I could hear Y/N take a deep breath.

“Look, I appreciate the compliments, but you’re making me really uncomfortable.”

“C’mon, I know you like me.”

“Hey, what are you -- stop!” I turned the corner into the kitchen to see that Jake had Y/N pinned against the counter, trying to kiss her.

“Hey,” I said gruffly. He turned to face me, an annoyed look on his face. “Back off, dude.”

“Look, just get outta here, this doesn’t concern you.” I met Y/N’s eyes, and she clearly wanted out of this situation. 

“It does actually, and I think you should back off.” He sighed, backing away from Y/N to face me. “You’re clearly making her uncomfortable.”

“What are you gonna do about it… Corpse?” I didn’t want to hit him, but I did. Y/N seemed like a nice person, and she didn’t deserve this shit. “You gonna hit me?”

“Whoa, guys, what’s going on?” Mark asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Jake here was just trying to kiss Y/N against her will, and I was just letting him know he needed to back off.” Y/N moved very quickly, pushing past all three of us and out the front door. I went to follow her, concerned. Amy met me at the door, asking what was going on, but I told her I would tell her later. I pulled my jacket closer to me as I stepped outside, it was getting cold. I saw a figure a ways down the front of the building, smoking a cigarette. I walked over slowly, not wanting to scare or upset her. “Hey…”

“Hi,” she said bluntly, taking another drag of her cigarette. “I didn’t need your help.” I was taken aback at her statement. Why was she being so mean?

“Uh… Sorry, it just seemed like you were uncomfortable, I thought I would help get you out of that situation.”

“Well, I didn’t need it. It’s not like that’s the first time that shit like that has happened to me.”

“What’s your problem? I came out here to make sure you’re okay, and you’re mad at me for helping you?” She sighed, putting the cigarette out on the brick and shoving the butt in her pocket.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “You’re right, I’m glad you came in and helped.” I moved to lean against the wall next to her, looking down at her. “It’s just… This really isn’t the first time something like this has happened to me, but usually it’s at a bar, or at work or something. Not with my friend’s friends at my friend’s house.”

“I want to say I understand, but obviously I don’t. But I’m glad that I could help you.” She smiled softly, letting out a small laugh. “Besides, those were terrible pickup lines anyway.” She laughed a little louder, shaking her head.

“Thank you,” she said, looking up at me and nudging my shoulder with hers.

“You’re welcome.”

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I hope this lived up to your expectations!

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10. Is something wrong?" And 11. “Is there anything I can do to help?” For boggie or rebuke

hey you know how i just sent you the mystery rebuke fic? yeah it turns out it was your ask that prompted it. anyway here you go apparently all i can write is rebuke cuddles on the studio couch.

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Bobby doesn't mean to let it show during practice. Usually, he's pretty good at keeping all this stuff under the surface, smoothed and hidden, layered over with a mixture of standoffishness and charm that tends to turn people in the other direction than whatever's going on for him internally.

Concerningly, he might be getting close enough to the boys that they can start to tell. This wasn't his intention, initially — the music thing has always been about gaining a reputation, some sort of following, maybe getting famous one day, and he really does believe in the music Luke Patterson writes, thinks it could really get them somewhere. But he didn't necessarily intend to get to know the members of the band like he has. Didn't expect for one of them to move into his studio, for sure,

It's not like he wasn't intending on getting to know them at all . It's just that he didn't anticipate how quickly Reggie would tilt his head, narrow his eyes, and ask, "Is something wrong?" when Bobby misses his entry spot for the fourth time in a row.

"No," Bobby barks, and it's a little sharp. Alex and Luke both give him equally sharp glares back. They all know they don't talk to Reggie like that. Immediately, Bobby amends, "Sorry, Reg. Just scattered today. Not your fault."

Not your fault . The mantra of apologising to Reggie. Swallowing and trying to take it on board (Bobby can see it, can see Reggie telling himself that it's okay, that Bobby didn't mean it, that not everything is his fault, that's why they always remind him, that everything's okay, over and over, because all these things show very easily on Reggie's face when you know where to look for them and how to read them) Reggie says lightly, "Yeah, no worries."

"We can try something else?" Alex suggests carefully, tone still crystal in a way that lets Bobby know he’s fucked up but Alex is choosing to let it slide. "Luke said he wanted to go over Long Weekend again before the gig on Friday."

"That's a good idea," Luke agrees. "We're more familiar with that one and besides, I just sorta wanted to see how this new song sounds out loud. We won't have it ready for Friday."

They totally could have it ready for Friday. Bobby knows he's being the weak link here.

So he tries extra hard for Long Weekend . Really does his best to nail all the timing, all the pitch, throws in a few improvisational notes just to make Luke grin over at him, delighted and surprised, because Luke might seem like a control freak but he actually loves to collaborate more than anything else in the world.

It just sucks that the rest of the rehearsal can't go as well as that does. Bobby fades in and out, his eyes scramble the music on the page, and before he knows it, Luke is calling things off, saying they can catch up tomorrow, that this isn't going to work itself out tonight, clearly .

It stings a little, but Luke's not wrong. Bobby, master of keeping his face neutral, can barely keep his eyes open even though he knows they're lying to him, even though he knows that he's going to be stuck wide awake the moment he lays his head back against anything and tries to sleep, because that's how it's been for weeks now.

The Mercers never let Alex stay over any more, not since he came out (and it sucks, and Bobby kinda hates them even though he and Alex aren’t all that close), so he packs up his sticks and the homework books he'd left scattered in the corner ready to head home. Alex says his goodbyes mostly like normal, though his eyes linger on Bobby, narrow and a little too insightful for Bobby’s liking.

Bobby replies, and to his own ears he sounds pretty normal, which is why he doesn't understand when Reggie and Luke exchange glances over the top of Bobby's head as soon as Alex is gone.

“What’s gotten into you, man?” Luke asks, ditching his guitar in favour of sitting cross-legged on top of the table in the centre of the room, across from where Bobby sits on the couch. “You’ve been acting kinda weird for a while, but this is a new level of weird.”

“I’m fine,” Bobby grits out. He feels cornered, the way that Luke is sitting there, and Reggie’s hovering awkwardly between Bobby and the door, hands behind his head, probably stretching out his fingers if Bobby knows him well enough, which he does.

How did he end up knowing them so well? And why are they pushing so hard to find out what’s going on with him? He hates this conversation. He wants it to be over.

He wants to sleep.

“Dude,” says Reggie quietly, “you weren’t acting like yourself at all today. Like, yourself is always a little weird,” he says, like a joke, but he looks a little scared, like he might be stepping over the line. But it’s Reggie, so Bobby allows it.

“There’s nothing wrong with talking to us about it,” adds Luke hopefully. “We’re your friends.”

“Right,” Bobby says, rubbing his eyes, “because you’re so honest with us about everything, is that it?”

“Well – hey, that doesn’t seem fair,” Reggie interrupts, tone a little protective. “We’re not talking about Luke right now. If we want to stage a Luke-tervention later, we can, but—”

“A what?” Luke says, baffled.

“Like an intervention,” Reggie explains, in an exasperated tone, like this really should be obvious, “but for you.”

“Oh,” says Luke, nodding like that actually did clear it up.

They’re idiots. Bobby wishes they weren’t making him smile. Maybe he’s just delirious. He listens to them banter for a few more minutes and feels himself slipping, feels the way the room is spinning a bit around him. Knows he won’t be able to sleep, feels it in the ache in his body, but it hurts anyway, how bad he wants it. How much he wants to be able to reach behind the veil and pull the sleep to him, pull it over him like a blanket.

His bandmates are suddenly on either side of him, like they’re ready to catch him if he falls, Reggie’s voice cautious as he says, “Bobby? You good, man? You looked woozy for a sec.”

"Tired," is all Bobby manages. His voice comes out a little strangled.

"Yeah," says Luke, in a sort of punched-out voice that makes Bobby think Luke understood more than Bobby meant him to. “We know.”

How do they know? Bobby hasn’t told them. He hasn’t told anyone. It’s just been him and his empty room and the ceiling staring back down at him for hours, until he gives up, gets up and switches the lights on and tries to read, tries to write music, tries to do anything. Though honestly, lately he’s been too tired even for that. Too exhausted and frantic to do anything but stare at the roof and wish it would fall on him and knock him out, send him down into the black lake of sleep where he so desperately wants to drown. But he hasn’t told Luke or Reggie about any of that.

"We want to help, man," Reggie continues, almost painfully earnest and sweet, "Is there anything we can do?"

Bobby shakes his head no before he's even let himself process Reggie's words, because help and Bobby are only things that go together when Bobby's doing the helping, not the other way around.

Without even opening his eyes, Bobby feels Luke push Bobby's arm up so Luke can snuggle up against his side, resting his cheek on Bobby's shoulder, stubborn and warm and soft. Seemingly following his initiative, Reggie loops himself around Bobby's other side, a little gangly but just as safe, tucking Bobby's head under his chin instead.

"Does this make it better?" Luke asks, in a small voice. Bobby feels his throat move, the vibrations of his voice. "Or, uh, or worse?"

Bobby goes to say neither, to say, it doesn't matter, to say, you guys will sleep better without me here taking up all this space . To say, I should go to my own room . But he doesn't say any of those things, because having them so close and warm around him is sorta making him want to cry, in a really weird, horrible, overflowing way, like he's a bathtub filling up with tears and they're reaching his throat, not too far from reaching his eyes.

"Better," Reggie decides for him. Takes the weight off his shoulders. "C'mon, Luke, let's go to bed. Bobby can just lie here until he feels better."

Luke makes an affirmative sound, pulls the blanket back up over the three of them, and Bobby feels like he's sinking deep in his own achy, exhausted body, like he's finally letting it overcome him, like suddenly instead of being the bathtub, he's just in one, and he's letting his head slip under the water, letting it engulf him. Reggie runs a hand through Bobby's hair, light and gentle, and Bobby sinks deeper. Luke wraps an arm around Bobby's stomach, fingers squeezing at Bobby's waist, and Bobby sinks deeper.

Instead of lying awake for hours until his eyes burn and his teeth ache, he's asleep without being sure when it happens.

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When he wakes, Reggie and Luke pushed in on either side of him still, wrapped even more tightly than he remembers them being the night before, he feels unbelievably light, even with their weight pressing in all over him. He feels like his eyelids weigh ten pounds less than they did the day before, even as his body succumbs to being part of the couch cushions, even as a yawn pulls at the edge of his mouth and suggests to him that maybe, they try to sleep for just a few more minutes.

—

Bobby wakes again when the sun starts to spill in properly through the garage window at the back, illuminating the studio and casting their instruments into bright colours and dark shadowy relief across the floor. This time, he's only being restrained by all four of Luke's limbs, somehow, like their genius songwriter has decided to abandon his pursuit of music for the better pursuit of fully transforming into a koala bear. For a few moments, blinking and looking around, Bobby can't see Reggie anywhere.

It doesn't really alarm him, though. It's not like there's anyone else around, and Reggie's always been an earlier riser than him or Luke, more spritely than the rest of them. Luke’s still snoring, has drooled a tiny bit on Bobby’s t-shirt. Bobby should probably be more grossed-out by it than he is.

Before he can start to theorise about where, exactly, Reggie might have gone, he’s already returning, nudging the door open with his hip because his arms are full. He gives Bobby a big grin, as usual far too awake for the hour (Bobby doesn’t think he’s been that awake at any hour, recently).

“Aw, man. I was hoping you’d sleep a little longer, but… I brought us breakfast?”

Reggie must have gone up to the house, which means he probably would have had to talk to Bobby’s parents, at least his mom. Bobby’s stomach twists in embarrassment at the thought, not of Reggie, but of his mom, her scattered workaholic brain probably so far from being able to handle a conversation with a sweet kid like Reggie first thing in the morning. But still, Reggie’s carrying plates that have toast and jam, and he’s got a big bottle of orange juice, and he looks so proud of himself, like a little kid with a picture they want you to put on the fridge.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Bobby says, his voice still hoarse from sleep, but sounding better than it did at any point yesterday. He must have gotten more sleep just last night than he did in the five nights beforehand.

“I know,” says Reggie brightly, setting the plates and bottle down on the table across from the pullout, “but that’s what friends are for, right?”

Huh. Friends. That’s one way to put it, Bobby guesses. In his head they’ve just been – bandmates, always, but – he guesses if Luke and Reggie are snuggling up to him overnight, hanging out at his place on days when they’re not doing music, if Reggie’s casually chatting to his mom –

Maybe they are friends.

He looks down at the toast. Reggie’s spread the jam almost neurotically evenly, but on one piece he’s drawn a wonky smiley face, with two circle eyes and a big stripe of jam in a curve that mirrors their band logo for the smile. It looks vaguely demented, but Reggie grins and points and says, “That one’s for you. So you’ll be in a better mood today.”

Luke yawns, stretches and wriggles, squishing Bobby a little bit in the process with his warm limbs. Bobby looks from one to the other, from Reggie’s face to Luke’s body curled up against him, and suddenly his stomach is full of something that’s a little more concerning than just the sense of being friends unexpectedly. Something different.

Bobby sighs a breath out quietly to try and shake off the feeling, and Reggie grins, like he gets something, which is nerve wracking until he says, “You don’t wanna move, right? I can feed you so you don’t have to get up!”

Honestly, Bobby would really rather Reggie didn’t, after the possibly concerning revelation he had moments ago, so he shoves Luke maybe a little harder than he needed to, ignores Luke’s startled yelp, even though it makes him want to laugh and the want to laugh makes the fluttery feeling come back to his stomach. Rather than laughing, or showing any of his feelings, Bobby just mutters, getoffme , and sits up to grab a piece of toast. He'll deal with everything else after breakfast.

(He takes the smiley face piece. He’s not a monster).

[peach-pops]

Hi! Can I requests a HC with Suga, Kageyama, and Noya where they go into Ukais store and they completely fall head over heels for the girl behind the register ( she can be related to Ukai or just works there for him)

This is my first request! Make sure you guys like/comment/reblog if you enjoyed it and requests are open! 

Suga, Kageyama, and Noya develop a crush on Ukai’s new employee 

➣Sugawara

One day after practice, Suga finds himself heading to Ukai’s store with Daichi and Asahi because they’ve been craving those steamed pork buns and since it was Daichi’s turn to pay for food, it was an offer he couldn’t refuse 

He’s definitely an advocate for “Free food is the best food” 

#sugardaddydaichi

The boys walk into Sakanoshita and Suga is the first to notice a new girl standing behind the counter who is reading the newspaper with her legs propped up just like a mini Ukai

Instead of a cigarette between her lip, she has a stick of chocolate pocky in her mouth 

Suga thinks you are SO cute and he can’t stop staring at you but once you look up from your newspaper to lock eyes with him, he averts his gaze and continues to walk forward, only to bump into one of the shelves by accident 

“ Woah, you okay suga?” Daichi asks as he turns around to face his friend

“ GAH I’m fine!”

Suga hears you let out a small giggle as you went back to your newspaper and pretended to act uninterested in the boy, even though you knew fully well that he was reallllllly cute

Daichi is a smart boy and he can clearly tell that Suga is completely flustered over you but decides to say nothing for now while Asahi is deciding between which flavor drink he should get 

He’s oblivious, aren’t all aces? 

The boys grab their buns and head over to the counter where you greet them extra politely because you are an underpaid customer service worker who is just genuinely nice a cute boy is in front of you and you wanna make a nice impression

“ Okay, you’re all set,  is there anything else I can do for you guys?” You asked sweetly as Daichi looks over to Suga who’s cheeks are getting flushed

Daichi gets Asahi’s attention and nods over to the door,” We’ll be outside Suga, don’t take too long.” 

Suga’s eyes practically are pleading with Daichi saying “ Please don’t leave me I think I’m choking on my own tongue” but Daichi just laughs and walks out with a confused Asahi trailing behind him 

Suga just tries to calm himself down because he knows the goal is to make a nice impression and hopefully set up a date so he can see you again 

“ From the way you were sitting, I imagine you’re related to Ukai? ”

Suga immediately regrets this approach because now he sounds like a weird stalker but you don’t think anything of his question

“ Mhm, I’m his niece Y/N, how do you know him?” 

He replays your name out loud and for some reason it makes him smile even more

You being Ukai’s niece doesn’t really make Suga panic even though the thought of crushing on his coaches niece seems like he is crossing some sort of moral line

Suga tells you that he plays volleyball for Karasuno and that your uncle is also his coach which lights up your face 

“ No kidding, what a small world! I would love to come out and cheer you on. When’s the next game?”

Suga short circuits for a second because you specifically said you would cheer him on instead of the team as a whole

“ S-sure! There’s one next week if you want to come .ANDmaybewecangetsomethingtoeatafter!” 

“ Sounds like a plan, its a date,” You smiled as Suga nods excitedly before rushing out of the store without another word 

“ Did I just hear her say that Ukai is her uncle?” Asahi asked as the three of them walked down the street

Suga nods and blabs on about his interaction with you but Asahi and Daichi look at each other the whole time as they think of how screwed Suga will be once Ukai finds out

➣Kageyama

Kageyama never really heads to Ukai’s store unless he’s with his teammates but one day when he’s out jogging, he forgets his water bottle so he decides to stop by Sakanoshita to grab a drink since he knows he won’t be able to run much longer in this heat 

He steps into the store and he’s blessed with not only the blasting AC but the sight of a girl around his age refilling the drinks in the fridge

Kags can only see the side of your face but even then, he feels his heart skip a beat 

He’s never felt anything like this before so he’s convinced he’s about to have a heart attack but then the unsettling thought hits him as he’s just standing there in the middle of the store with his wallet out 

“ She’s really pretty” and Kageyama doesn’t even realize he’s said this OUT LOUD until you turn around and give him a shy smile

“ Um, thank you, you too”

Kageyama wants to just run out of the store because he is so embarrassed and he can feel the back of his neck and ears heat up as he contemplates leaving

And that’s EXACTLY what he does!!!!

The dude just leaves without buying anything and decides to just run back home because he is MORTIFIED 

You’re kinda bummed out because “damn, I scared another one off this week” but you realize that he dropped his wallet as he was sprinting out so you knew he’d be back

You didn’t look through his wallet, all you did was put it in one of the drawers at the register and continued on with your day as usual 

Just kidding, you totally looked through it and founds his Karasuno school ID and when you saw he was a first-year too, you mentally gave yourself a high five

Kageyama on the other time is freaking out because not only did he lose his wallet, he is so sure that the last time he had it was at Ukai’s store which means he has to see you again

He decides to wait until later that night to show up because he thinks maybe Ukai will be there instead-but sure enough when he shows up, you’re still sitting behind the counter and this time, he can see your whole face as you’re doing homework 

And his heart stops when he sees that you’re wearing a Karasuno school uniform because he could’ve sworn he would’ve recognized someone as pretty as you around the hallways

He’s never felt this way about any girl before and now, he slightly regretted not listening to Tanaka’s advice on how to pick up girls because he was felt so lost on what to do 

You could feel someone staring at you but when you turned your head up, you found yourself almost glad to see him

“ Oh hey Tobio! Did you come back for something?” 

His brain short circuits for the millionth time because hardly anyone calls him by his first name and he figures you probably went through his wallet 

Kageyama sheepishly nods as he heads over to the counter. You don’t even understand how hard it is for Kageyama to even talk to you

Cause granted, he’s talked to girls before like Kiyoko and Yachi but never a girl he was interested in because until now, he never even found himself attracted to girls 

You hand him his wallet as you defend yourself, saying that you only went through it to find his address so you could return it after your shift  

he apologizes over and over again on how much it was a burden for you to keep his wallet for the day

All you could do was laugh at how absurd this whole situation was and your laugh made Kageyama tense up because even your laugh was attractive 

He made sure to keep that in his head though 

Kageyama doesn’t know why his feet are practically cemented in front of you but he just doesn’t want to leave

He makes up any excuse and looks down at your math homework and thinks of an idea

“ Oh, do you need help with that?”

And Kageyama feels so stupid because why the hell did he just offer to help you with math homework when he only has one working braincell

You look down at your homework and back up at him,” You know this stuff?”

Kageyama looks at you before swallowing hard and shakes his head,” No…I’m actually really bad”

You giggle at his attempt at trying to be helpful but you nod back towards your homework,” Well don’t worry, I have math under control...If you want I can tutor you sometime?”

Kageyama almost says yes way too quickly before he pretends to think it over in his head and happily accepts your offer

You smile back at him before grabbing a sticky note and scribbling your name and number on a piece of paper,” Call me whenever, yeah?” 

You know that face Kageyama makes where his smile is super weird and squiggly? Well thats the exact face he has as he takes the piece of paper and tells you goodnight

And you can bet everything you have that he immediately rushes home and pulls out his homework just so he can have an excuse to call you up 

➣Nishinoya 

Nishinoya frequently visits Ukai’s store even if it’s out of the way because he likes to see a familiar face 

And also tries to bargain a “family discount” to which Ukai always denies him 

So one night Noya feels a sudden craving for literally anything that isn’t within his own house and he just decides to go drop by Sakanoshita to annoy Ukai out of a free bag of chips

“ Oi Ukai-” Noya stops in his tracks when he sees a girl around his age carrying a big box of products out from the back of the store

He is completely SMITTEN for you right away and in the back of his mind he’s like Kiyoko who? 

He had been going to Ukai’s for a long time but he had never saw you around before so already his mind was thinking of who you could be 

“ She’s too pretty to be Ukai’s daughter- he isnt even married why would he have a daughter-unless his wife left him with a baby and that’s why he’s grumpy all the time- wait but aren’t babies made by having-”

Noya kinda snaps out of it as you let out a small grunt while you’re trying to balance the two boxes on top of each other

Lets be real, Noya is the number one women respecter so when he sees you somewhat struggling, he rushes over and helps take some of the weight off of you

You could feel your load lighten but you still keep your hand on the box,“ I got it, it’s fine!”

“ No, please let me help! You’re too pretty to carry heavy things, you need a big strong man to help!” 

He didn’t mean for it to sound so unfeminist because again, he loves women as much as Hinata loves volleyball but he just didn’t want you to hurt yourself

You guide him where to set the boxes and they’re way heavier than Noya anticipated but since he wanted to impress you, he tried to play it off like it wasn’t even that heavy 

“ Thanks for the help, I hate making multiple trips” You said as you crouched down and opened up the boxes. When you look up at the boy for the first time, you feel your heart skip a beat because duh, cute stranger alert and Noya was feeling the exact same way 

“ I would do it again in a heartbeat,” Noya smiled and introduced himself and when you said your full name, Noya felt like his mind had exploded

“ Woah! I know him, he’s my volleyball coach- I’m Karasuno’s libero-that’s the school I go to- and he owns the store- but you probably already know that- I’ve never seen you around before, are you new?” 

When Noya gets excited, he has a tendency to talk people’s ear off but you found it so amusing and almost endearing 

“ Yep, today’s my first day. It’s been pretty hectic but it keeps me pretty busy for the most part.”

“ You know, I’m here all the time so I practically own the store myself. If you need any manly assistance, I could help you- like right now- do you want me to stock these chips? The cheesy ones are my favorite what about you?” 

You didn’t want to burden him but after trying to convince him you were fine doing it by yourself, you just gave up and decided that it would be quicker with him by your side

It would’ve taken you about an hour to stock whatever was left but with Noya’s help, you two managed to get it done in 20 minutes. While you closed up the shop, he even offered to walk you home because “ someone as pretty as you shouldn’t walk home without a bodyguard” 

You happily accepted your offer because hellooooo any excuse to hang out with him longer worked for you! 

When you got to your house, you gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek to thank him and for extra measure, you pulled out a bag of cheesy chips from your coat

Noya practically fell to his knees once you closed your front door and he was simping so hard for you that everytime he wasn’t busy with volleyball, he would close up the shop with you and walk you home

[youarejesting]

The right to bare arms

Beta:@voiceswithoutlips​​ Rating: All Pairing: Spider!Namjoon x Reader Genre: Hybrid au, Fluff, Adventure, little spooky Words: 2.8k

Summary:  A Halloween special for the youtube channel ‘Ama-Jin Friends’ sees a group of young individuals visiting an abandoned and supposedly haunted hotel. Legend says there are evil creatures inside ready to devour those who enter. But in the depths of the building you find the supposed creature isn’t as deadly as it seems, actually he is a bit clumsy.

You were sitting in front of the camera, feeling a little nervous. Halloween was coming up and well, that meant spooky content, and you were a big scared cat. 

“Good morning, noon, or night and welcome to another episode of Ama-Jin friends, I am your host Jin, and these are my friends. As today marks the first day of the week leading to Halloween, we are going to raise the stakes with a little competition.” Jin began speaking to the camera excitedly and you fidgeted, catching Hoseok’s eye as he too looked nervously around. 

“I told you all to pack a bag with everything you would need to stay the week in a hotel, the competition is simple, the last person to leave the hotel wins.”

“That’s easy!” Jungkook puffed out his chest, his Brown bear hybrid nodded in approval. 

“What aren’t you telling us?” Yoongi asked, noticing his owner Hoseok’s nerves rising. 

“The catch, it’s not just any old hotel, it is the most haunted hotel in this town, and top three in the country.” He smiled evilly, you and Hoseok shivered nervously. “Well since we are all packed let’s all head out?”

“As usual we have the camera crew, each group will be given a cameraman, except one, now we will be drawing lots on who will be going alone.” We each picked a piece of paper from the basket. “One of the papers is marked X the rest are marked O, the X is the individual who will go through the house alone without a camera crew. “

You looked at the paper and felt your body go weak, you were going alone. Bracing yourself on the couch you took some deep breaths, “are you sure you are okay, you look sick?” Carl, one of the cameramen asked.

“I will take it if you want?” Jungkook 

“No, I will take it!” you sighed. When you arrived at the hotel, you felt like crying, “this looks like something from a nightmare.”

You were each given a tracker bracelet and a headset with night vision goggles and a mic. Strapped to your chest was a go pro and you had a 360 camera on a stick, you were told to check the equipment every five minutes, to see if they were recording properly. And finally, you were given a heart monitor. 

You each stepped in with your backpacks of clothes, some water, a torch, and your electronics. 

“Pick a room and have fun, last one out wins”

You headed in by yourself, going to the back, on the first floor. You were shaking with nerves, “I don’t think I can make it through the night, but since I am all by myself I should stay on the bottom floor near the working toilets and the kitchen.

“Since this place has been turned into a haunted house the show stuff is upstairs. This stuff is pretty clean for people to eat food during Halloween.” You informed the camera.

“I have to find somewhere to sleep that doesn’t scare the crap out of me,” you muttered, lips numb, you found the kitchen and sighed, “I can’t sleep there, I found a small office, but it was locked, So I’m just outside in this lockable infirmary, so this is where I will camp for the night”

You chose that as your sleeping place, as there was a clean bed in the cozy room, however, the floor creaked and the carpet was discolored by water damage, but it was dry at this moment, and that’s all you needed. 

You spent the night talking to the camera and trying to sleep, unsuccessfully, when you heard a sound coming from the kitchen, “I heard a sound from the kitchen, and it’s freaking me out, can you guys hear it?” you whispered looking at the small light glowing in the corner of the lense.

Moving out the door and down the hall, you saw Jungkook and V cooking Ramen on the stove. 

“You idiots! I just had a heart attack!” you walked in shaking, Taehyung rubbed his round ears, embarrassed, and hugged you. 

“You want some noodles?” Jungkook asked playfully.

“Yes please,” you whined. 

“Hey y/n, I was telling Yui that I can smell another hybrid, I can’t tell what breed it is but it gives me a weird feeling?” Taehyung spoke in a husky voice.

“What does it smell like?” You asked aiming your camera at the two men as if you were interviewing them. Before placing the camera near the ramen.

“Like a rancid, bitter smell.” Taehyung expanded on his thoughts pulling a face.

“What smells bitter and rancid, snakes, lizards?” you brainstormed animals you knew that could be considered odd-smelling

“It reminds me of Ants?” Taehyung said thoughtfully “You don’t think it is a giant Ant hybrid?”

“Ants to me have an aniseed smell” You spoke to the camera wondering if others would agree with your statement, “Do you guys feel the same way?” 

“No, not like that, it’s funky,” Taehyung shrugged

“So something maybe insecty, I have never met an insect hybrid,” you hummed

The three of you ate ramen and parted ways, you went back to your room, but your torch was missing and you were scared, someone thought it was funny to take it but jokes on you, you wouldn’t use the torch anyway, you didn’t want anything in the dark knowing where you were in the halls. 

The first night you heard a noise, it sounded like it came from under the bed, you had been suspicious for the last hour that there was a hole under the bed. You dropped the stupid stress ball Jin had given you onto it bounced two times and stopped. When you moved to sit up there was a groan in the wood, mere seconds before the bed collapsed through the floor, you lunged off the bed for the ledge, but you missed and fell into the pitch-black basement. 

You screamed, but you never hit the floor, you were cushioned by sticky rope, you touched it and realized it wasn’t rope, it was a thick wiry spiderweb. 

One could always tell the size of the spider by the size of their web, but this was too big, this spider would have to be the size of a small bear, that scared you. Taehyung had said he smelt a hybrid, an insect hybrid, what if it had been eaten by the spider. What if it was that spider?

You felt movement on the web and you froze, something big was coming, you were desperately trying not to hyperventilate. You saw black shiny eyes and something retreat into the dark. But whatever it was, it didn’t attack, maybe because it thought you were dead when it didn't feel you struggling on the web. 

You looked around slowly, a shuffling sound could be heard below, and as you hung from midair stuck in these rope-like webs. As the sounds grew louder you screamed again as a light came hit your eyes. “Hey, you alright? You fell through the floor.” A deep voice spoke making your heart explode, you were going to die.

“Who are you?” you asked mouth gone dry, looking around until you saw the torch pointed at the roof illuminating both of your figures, he was a handsome young man. 

“I’m Namjoon the security guard, I watch on the cameras to see if anyone gets hurt. I came as soon as I saw you fall” He was wearing a very large puffy security jacket, you watched him struggle up the web and pulled you free, placing you on the ground, you picked up your things and he held out the stick 360 camera. “You might need this to continue your filming, are you like a tv show or something online?”

“We are online,” you smiled taking the expensive camera which thankfully was barely dirtied and still recording, you were still moving along behind him, you were a little scared, in a movie he would either get killed for helping, or he would be the killer. 

A shiver passed through you, you whispered into your mic. He led you to the first floor and fixed the barricade and sign that said water damage, and warned occupants to not travel down that area of the hotel. 

“Can I ask you a question?” The security guard Namjoon asked curiously.

“Sure” you smiled, happy to be back on the first floor, he told you he would take a stroll to check on every floor and make sure no one else was hurt.

“Well every one of your friends has a hybrid except you, do you not like hybrids?” He said curiously as to why you were exploring alone.

“I love hybrids, I just don't want to force one to live with me, but maybe if one wanted to then that would be different,” you murmured. “It’s complicated.”

“Sounds complicated?” he laughed, “what would you like? A cat hybrid or a dog hybrid?”

“I have no one specific in mind, just someone I could connect with.” He tripped and you went to help him up but he was already scrambling onto his feet. 

“Sorry I am a bit clumsy.” He smiled and you looked at him in the light of the hall, his eyes were all black and beady. He lowered his head. “I didn’t mean to scare you or bring you any harm, I am just a hybrid, not a pretty one either.” He gave a dry laugh, “I have lived in this house all my life now, I just have to face that this is how I will live from now on, I am not upset, I just don’t know what I am.”

He went to leave and you grabbed his arm, “You are a hybrid?”

“Yes,” He smiled sheepishly, “I should go… back down there?”

“Wait, if you have lived here all your life, where do you sleep and what do you eat?” you asked curiously.

“Well, my job is the security here, so I make some money and so I sometimes eat Ramen but when I was a child, undiscovered by the staff, I would eat whatever I could find,” he smiled sheepishly, “I have my own little home in the basement”

“Can I see?” you asked, the idea that this sweet dimpled young man grew up here with no food pulled at your heartstrings.

“You almost passed out whilst we were down there, are you sure you want to go there again?” he asked and you shivered, remembering the damp basement, he laughed putting his arm around you. “It’s okay, you don’t have to go down.”

“I am just afraid of the dark,” you admitted, now he started laughing wholeheartedly “Oh yeah just laugh at the scared girl!!”

“It’s just I live in the dark so that’s kind of funny,” he grinned, “I find comfort in the dark”

��Are you like a bat?” You guessed,

“No, I can’t fly,” he chuckled, “I am evil, scary, and everyone hates me.”

His laughter died off,  he was left looking sad and lonely, you wondered if your suspicion was right, was he the spider? or something else? He was a nocturnal animal with entirely black eyes but other than that there were no distinct features about him. He was very tall and his legs seemed to go on for days but that was all.

If he was a bat or moth he would have wings and, or webbed fingers, if he was an ant, beetle, or spider, you assumed he would have a more obvious behind. But his butt was confined to his pants perfectly, he caught you staring and he looked over his shoulder. “Is something wrong?”

“I was just checking something sorry,” you blushed, he probably thought you were checking him out, the way you were adamantly staring at his butt. “Anyway, what if you come to live with me?”

“You won’t want me,” he spoke bashfully, “I am not cute, and I am clumsy and repulsive-looking.”

“I have decided that if you want a home with hot water and real food, I could adopt you,” you crossed your arms, “you have never had an owner so I will be that, I will give you a better life, how does that sound?”

He looked like he was trying to contain his excitement and be reasonable, but he just couldn’t wipe that smile off his face as he stood up, “are you sure?” 

“Let’s go pack your bags,” you grinned, “I won’t take it back, and I won’t ask you to reveal yourself, I will give you your own room and personal space so you can be yourself.” 

Namjoon seemed to like this, grinning and heading to the basement. You tried to follow him but you slipped on the stairs, almost tumbling down the steps. Namjoon turned, looking shocked, he lunged for you. There was a tear of fabric and the jacket he was wearing ripped, revealing six more pairs of arms. 

You fell into all eight arms and he stumbled backward falling onto his back, “Are you okay?” you asked,  making sure he didn’t hit his head. Obviously, you now knew he was a spider, you were a little weirded out by multiple arms; they were all entirely human just eight altogether. 

“I’m okay,” he seemed more concerned about you, “Are you?”

“I am in safe hands,” you snickered and stood up, holding out two of yours, “I only have two to help you up, but I am sure it is more than enough, let’s go pack your bags.”

It was safe to say you didn’t win the bet, leaving early but the video was a hit as Namjoon was the first spider hybrid caught on camera. He was introduced to your house where he got familiar with everything. You were quick to get custom-made shirts for his many arms. 

Namjoon was soon the newest member of Ama-Jin friends and though there were hate comments, the people grew to love him, seeing his cute side. They especially enjoyed him playing games and trying new things as he often made a mess. One of your competitions was to make coffee, he somehow got tangled in his arms and well the milk got more on the bench than in the mug.

The cutest part was how naive he was and how he never shied away, he loved trying new things and wasn’t scared to fail, and when he did fail he gave a dimpled smile. The fans fell in love with Namjoon when they saw how smart he was. They started to send him little toys and trinkets of his favorite animals. So here he was in a shirt that said ‘Crab Life’ it was a blue with a brilliant coral crab on it. The fans sometimes called him Daddy-Long-Legs, which had made the others laugh hysterically.

You finished up today’s fun episode and headed home, you decided to go into the grocery store, grabbing Namjoon’s favorite foods, at the check out you were paying the cashier talking to Namjoon. “If you want to grab some groceries I will grab the rest and we could head home and watch some TV”

But when you turned you saw each hand carrying a bag and you couldn’t stop laughing. His ears turned red and you assured him it wasn’t bad, “you just never cease to amaze me. How could anyone hate you? You are a precious and sweet angel!”

Namjoon puffed up his chest and grinned, he was happy to be wanted and useful and you were happy to help him feel wanted. “I think you are an amazing owner too, you support me in what I do and you aren’t too overbearing. Plus you cook really good food.”

“Well if you like my cooking, I should let you know tonight I am making your favorite,” you smiled, opening the front door, you sorted out the groceries and thanked that Namjoon was so tall he could always reach the top shelf. 

“Do you need help?” Namjoon asked and you grinned as he liked to participate, but you had to remind him to go slow and think about what he was doing first before he did it, you always gave him safe tasks not wanting him to burn himself. 

“I have a salad that could be made so I need you to wash the spinach and chop the avocado and just dice everything slowly okay, take your time and don’t hurt yourself,” you warned him, getting the rest of the food ready, “I will finish making the japchae.”

“I love japchae,” he wiggled excitedly and began washing the spinach, it made you laugh, he was still such an excitable young man, he never had someone cook for him or to hang out with. There was never someone to talk to or confide in, he never had a safe place to explore the world and expand his mind.

He grew up well despite living alone, having access to books, and was smart enough to teach others, he even knew multiple languages that he self-taught from watching tv in the basement of the haunted hotel. 

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[shyneanon]

Heyyyy so y’all know how I usually like to write HT!Sans but today I kinda wanted to write him creepy the way some people like to write him. I thought it’d be kind of fun to do that. Yandere, mwahaha. So I guess this is sort of an x reader fic but the feeling is not mutual.

That said, before reading: We know yandere-type characters are preeeeetty out of touch with reality and are obviously supposed to be unsettling. Meaning in this, Sans isn’t exactly paying attention to MC when she says “no.” It doesn’t get really sexual, but still, it’s non-con. So if that bothers you, maaaaybe don’t read this. Just felt it was fair to warn you guys, I don’t want to upset anyone.

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How long had you been down here?

You weren’t sure anymore.

As of late you had been engaged in an inner debate regarding whether you would rather be dead. You weren’t sure. At least if you were alive there was… a chance?... you could get home and eventually die there, happy.

But that was seeming farther and farther away. The memories of home were already fading. Amazing how the human mind becomes accustomed to its current surroundings, yeah? How quickly things become “normal.”

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it was just you and Papyrus in this house, where you were currently chained up in the living room. He wasn’t so bad. Scary to look at, sure, but friendly, and relatively normal when it came to holding conversation.

It was Sans who made things so unpleasant.

He hadn’t done anything to you, it wasn’t like he hurt you. He was just… creepy. The way that his one red eye would just lock onto you and just… stare, unblinking…. It scared you. The look was intense. Too intense. You just wished you knew what he was thinking. At first, you’d told yourself he probably didn’t mean to be creepy. He had a big injury in his head, maybe it had screwed up his understanding of social norms. Stuff like not staring. And it only freaked you out so much because of the way he looked and how he didn’t need to blink.

But he freaked you out for other reasons too.

A couple of times he had approached you, and you’d thought that maybe he was going to strike up a conversation. You’d witnessed him have conversations with Paps before. That was when he seemed the least creepy. When he was just acting normal around his brother. He made some pretty messed up jokes but that didn’t really bother you too much. It just seemed like whenever he took notice of you he got really really weird. He’d sat down next to you, and you’d been a little nervous, but you had decided to try and start a conversation. Which had… kind of worked. Sans seemed fine with, uh… indulging you? Like he thought you just wanted to talk and was happy to listen. He made some comments, but mostly just listened. That wasn’t weird.

It was the touching that had been weird.

Again, he didn’t do anything to you, as far as you were aware he wasn’t some sort of sick pervert. But he’d just… started touching your hair, and even your face, the whole time his eye just locked on whatever it was his fingers were preoccupied with. He’d only seemed to be half paying attention to what you were saying.

You were pretty sure he’d even sniffed you a couple of times.

So from then on you’d just tried to pretend like he wasn’t there. He’d sat next to you a couple of times, probably expecting a conversation, but you’d just smiled politely at him and he’d gotten up and left, looking disappointed and even a little annoyed. He didn’t seem to mind when you spoke to his brother, though, so you didn’t think he was like… yandere, for lack of a more succinct term. So that was at least a relief.

Still, you did your best to ignore the sounds coming from the kitchen, of cooking. The times when you least wanted to talk to Sans were when Papyrus was out. Times like now. Sans was making a meal, and you could smell it, but you refused to say anything. He could take it as an invitation for more hair-sniffing.

Eventually the sounds of cooking stopped and you could hear him eating. Your own stomach felt kind of empty. But usually Papyrus was the one to cook meals for you. Thank God.

When Sans left the kitchen with a plate in his hand, you tried to ignore him… until he stopped in front of you.

“Hey,” he said.

Um.

“Hi,” you said.

He held up the plate. “I have food for you.”

“Oh, OK. Cool.”

He sat down next to you. Dude, take a hint. You could see that on the plate were medium-sized pieces of cooked meat. Instead of handing you the plate, though, he grabbed a singular piece of meat and then held it out to you. When you reached out to try to take it he pulled back.

What the… Is he mocking me?

You almost had to hold back a wounded response, but he then held the piece up to your lips and moved closer to you.

… O… oh.

“Um,” you said. “This is really nice but you can just hand me the plate—“

“Just eat.”

… OK. You opened your mouth and he slipped the food into it; once he withdrew you started chewing, not looking at him. But you could feel his red eye locked onto you.

Then you felt his fingers running along your neck, and you flinched.

“It’s OK,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.”

You said nothing, just turned when you were done with your first piece of meat. As you did he leaned in, breaching your personal bubble.

“I would never hurt you,” he said.

“Thanks, Sans,” was your only reply, and he smiled.

“Y… You’re welcome.”

He fed you the next piece of meat, sliding it in farther this time. Your lips closed around it, and… was his breathing picking up?

“You’re… pretty when you eat.”

The hell does that mean? Still, you smiled, albeit awkwardly. “Thanks.”

He got closer to you. Dude did not know how to read the room. You did not like him touching you and stuff. Still, one of his fingers started to twirl itself in your hair, like a fork twirling around in spaghetti to get it to wrap around itself.

Another piece of food. Yep… his breathing was heavier, fanning against your cheek. As if you didn’t feel uncomfortable enough, he leaned close to your ear.

“I like being alone with you.”

You didn’t like where this was going. “That’s nice,” you replied, doing your best to keep your responses curt.

Still oblivious to the fact that you didn’t like what was happening (or did he just not care?) he fed you more. You looked at the plate. There were only two pieces left. Once he was finished he’d probably get up and go. Hopefully.

He kept talking: “You make me think of a deer.”

You looked at him, despite your better judgment. Was… he talking food-wise? Did… did he want to eat you?

“So graceful, and gentle, and shy....”

One of his hands cupped your cheek.

“Like a little doe.”

His teeth a hair’s width away from your ear, he hummed.

“Can I call you that?”

You said nothing, not sure what to—

“My little doe?”

After forcing yourself to swallow your meat, you said, “Your little doe?”

That seemed to excite him. His pupil dilated. “Yes…. You’re my little doe.”

You leaned away, debating on whether to talk back. Sans carried a giant axe with him everywhere. Would he get violent if you protested?

He set the plate of food aside. Shit.

“Sans,” you began, and his pupil dilated more. His breathing got heavy.

“Yes… Say my name….”

Before you could say anything his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. You started to shake. His brother wasn’t here to stop him. How far would he go without supervision? He wouldn’t… He wouldn’t go… that far, right?

Deciding you didn’t want to take your chances, you started to squirm, but it did no good. His grip was like that of a bear trap.

“Don’t be scared,” he said. “I would never hurt you. Never.”

He leaned in closer and you kept struggling. It wasn’t helping but you wanted him to know you were not on board.

Either he didn’t notice or he didn’t care, because his teeth pressed against your lips. He immediately started to pant, his pupil so big his whole eye almost looked black. He just stared at you as his teeth moved against your lips. When his eyes lidded in an expression that looked like he was getting high, you weren’t sure if this was better or worse.

“Mm-mmh,” he murmured, leaning into you more. “Mmh….”

OK, this was it. You were done. You started to push back. “Sans, st—“

“My little doe,” he breathed. “(Y/n)... my little doe….”

“Stop touching me, Sans.”

“I won’t hurt you. I won’t hurt you.”

He kept saying that like it was going to make you feel better. “I don’t care. I don’t like it when you touch me. I said stop.”

“It’s OK,” he said, although it sounded almost like it was to himself more than you. “It’s OK. You’ll like it soon. Just let me keep going.”

He pressed his teeth to your lips again. You started to worry. Again, he wouldn’t… go all the way, right? You began to realize that if he did, you didn’t have an ounce of the strength needed to stop him. Not to mention that you were chained to the wall. You kept pushing but he didn’t stop. He really seemed to think that if he just kept at it you’d suddenly decide you were fine with it.

“Mmh… Mine…. Just think about me….”

You tried to pull away but it didn’t work. Well, you certainly weren’t paying attention to anything but him, but not in the way he wanted.

“I love you… my doe….”

His teeth moved to your neck. You whimpered, but despite the obvious fear in it he seemed encouraged.

“I’ve been in love with you… since we met…. I’ve wanted this for so long….”

A purr.

“Isn’t that romantic…?”

A tongue you hadn’t known he had ran up your neck, and you swallowed, not sure if he was trying to turn you on or if this was a taste test.

“So good,” he muttered. Oh fuck, it was the latter.

He gave you another taste, moaning.

“I said I would control myself…”

You could see his large eye locked onto you again, wide.

“But I can’t control myself around you. Not now… that I have you all to myself. Not anymore.”

With that he bit down and you yelled. The bite was so hard it drew blood, and his tongue ran over the wound. Another moan escaped him.

He’s going to eat me. He’s going to eat me alive and he’s going to be getting off to it the whole time.

Now concerned for your life, you started to push his face away. “Get off!” you managed.

“It’s OK, my doe… I won’t eat you…. Not you….”

He moved your arms aside like it was nothing and nibbled your ear.

“I love you too much to eat you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I would die.” He leaned in, his red eye staring hard. “See how much I love you? I would die without you. I love you. I love you so much.”

He kissed your cheek, and you grimaced.

“If anyone tried to take you away… I would tear them apart.”

You realized just how much you were trembling. His words didn’t make you feel safe at all.

“Isn’t that so romantic, my little doe? That I’m so devoted? That I would kill for you?”

Getting sick of this, you hissed, “I’m not your little doe. I’m not your anything. Fuck you.”

He flushed blue, his eyes lidding again. “So… feisty….”

He kissed you again, his teeth gently trying to pry your lips apart. When you resisted he bit down, and took advantage of your small cry of pain to slide his tongue into your mouth. He groaned, his eye looking up and his movements slowing as he explored your mouth.

“Nngh….” He sighed, flushing blue and closing his eyes. His tongue found yours and he moaned again. “Mmh…~”

You remembered the large, jagged hole in his skull, and you reached up with one hand and hooked your fingers into it, tugging hard to the side. You weren’t sure if it would hurt but apparently it did, because he released your lips with a hiss of pain. You squirmed to get out of his grip but it wasn’t any looser.

“Why did you do that?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“Because I want you to stop!” you yelled.

“But I love you. Can’t you see that?”

“I don’t fucking care! I don’t love you back!”

He didn’t take much notice. “Little doe... we’re all alone. It’s so quiet. It’s just us. Paps is busy and won’t be back for a while.” He leaned in. “This is the romantic moment that I’ve been waiting for. To confess to you. To tell you how I feel.”

He breathed against your lips.

“While Paps is gone, we can do anything. Anything you want. Let me prove how much I love you…. Let me make you moan for me. You don’t even have to love me back, I don’t care, just enjoy what I do to you. Just enjoy the feeling of me deep insi--”

You screamed.

This seemed to finally snap him out of it, because his look grew panicked and he clamped his hand over your mouth. “What the hell are you doing?! Don’t scream! If anyone finds you they’ll kill you!”

You pried his hand away from your mouth. “Stop touching me or I’ll keep screaming until someone finds me and kills me!”

He immediately put you back down, moving away from you. You made a point of wiping your lips and neck of all the unwanted affection, and you glared at him, moving as far away as you could. At least he seemed to want you alive. That was an advantage— perhaps your only advantage— against him.

“If you touch me ever again I’ll scream,” you told him.

He looked hurt, though that meant nothing to you after what he’d just done. He seemed to remember the pieces of meat that were left and, thankfully, slid the plate over to you.

“I understand,” he said, standing up. “You’re not in the mood right now. You’ve had a bad day. That’s OK. That’s OK. It’s OK. We can do this another time, when you’re feeling better. When you’re not upset. You’ll like it then.”

After one last glance at you, he left, muttering “She’ll like it then” to himself over and over. Once he was finally out of sight you curled up into yourself, resisting the urge to vomit. Creep! Sick creep!

All those times he had stared at you or touched your hair… Had he been planning this all that time?

You would tell Papyrus about this when he came back. You had the bite mark as proof.

At least you had Papyrus. But your inner debate was over.

You would rather be dead than here.