#honey the cuties were drawn again

[cookiekat-blogz]

Togachako art! (◠‿◠✿)

Here is the edited and unedited version, as well as the reference I found on Pinterest :3

I drew the cuties because they are canon and Toga’s death totally didn’t have any huge impact on me or anything! It did like ‘why’. I hate toxic doomed yuri it’s like crack I can’t get enough.

here’s to 15 likes and I’ll post the cleaner line art version ASAP !! also don’t talk about how bad my handwriting is

yes I ship togachako and yes I actually enjoy mha, I know, I make jokes irl and online about it so often you would think that I actually hate it— but HEAR ME OUT, ignore the fan base with the terrible rep, the manga is pretty good and the artstyle lwk better than the anime 🔥🔥

sorry for ranting but togachako day is October 17th because that’s their birthdays averaged (8/7, 12/27)

[hrtzz]

Striker x Ftm (succubus) reader

Warnings: (SMUT, degrading, Accidental creampie, mentions of female aligned body parts, reader has top surgery but no bottom, js kinky shit to be honest.)

Reader works as a bounty hunter as a side job for quick cash grabs, He didn't realise how hard this new bounty was going to be.

You got out of your run-down car, and the thing was beat to a pump, with all the fighting and bullet holes you were surprised it was still running. You took the photo of your bounty out of your pocket, he was handsome, of course, but you weren't exactly bothered, you had a job to do, and you were going to get it done as quickly as possible. You looked ahead at the run-down bar, the big neon sign hung high, some letters flashing, the red light hanging by a wire. ‘What a dump’ you thought to yourself as you strolled inside.

You see your target at the bar sipping a whiskey by himself at the bar, the stool he was sat on was red velvet and torn. Discretely, you walk over and order a small shot before walking to a table and keeping eyes on your target as you sit down alone. He stays there for a good half an hour before finally paying his tab and leaving, as he pushes through the saloon doors you swiftly follow. He goes… behind? The bar? Unusual but you don't know what he's up to so you aimlessly follow him.

As you turn the corner an arm slams you to the wall. Fuck. You were caught.

“You think I wouldn't notice your eyes on me darlin’?” a low southern accent spoke out.

“If I did I would have been more careful” you chirp back just to hear a condescending dark chuckle come from his throat.

“Oh you're a mouthy one aren't you cutie?”

Cutie? You might be able to catch him after all. “Yeah… and?”

“I don't like the mouthy ones.” you feel a sharp blade come near your stomach. “Always the most fucking annoying to kill.”

“Who said you were killing me?”

Another chuckle pursued.

“You're in no position to be making decisions honey.” the knife grazes your abdomen and some blood is drawn in the procedure. As he drags the knife up your stomach a mark on your lower stomach is revealed and striker looks at it in curiosity before giving a smirk.

“What's this for eh?”

You didn't say a word back, he knew what it was, and you weren't going to be his little bitch to explain it to him.

“A succubus? Well, aren't you a rare one?” he grinned, his gold tooth showing

“What's it to you? Asshole” he chuckled again.

“I've never been with a succubus before, I imagine the experience is quite extraordinary.”

“I'm not an experiment.” you scowl back at him

“I mean succubus or not darling, I'd still ravage you~. How about I make you a deal?” he smirks

“What deal?”

“You spend a night with me and I won't spill yer guts for attempting to kill me.” He raised an eyebrow as his grip loosened on you.

‘What an ass’ you thought to yourself. You knew he wouldn't be able to kill you and you were pretty sure he knew it too, but hey, what's a bit of harmless fun? “Oh please big scary cowboy I'll do anything! Just don't hurt me!” you say sarcastically, gaining another deep chuckle.

“You got jokes too huh?” Striker released his grip and held out his hand for you to take, you took it and he led you to his horse lifting you onto the back of it “I'll take you someplace real nice darlin’ don't you worry!” he snapped the bridles and the horse set off.

Now you end up in a hotel room having Striker push you against the door as his long tail wraps around your thigh using his spare hand to lock the door, the other to take off your clothes. As he takes off your shirt he looks at your chest admiring your physique “damn.” he smiled.

“Like what you see?” you pant between the kisses. Striker didn't say anything and kissed you more passionately than you expected but you reciprocated it nonetheless. He ran his hands up your figure gripping your hips slightly as you pulled off his shirt. He was toned, very toned, not that you were complaining at all.

Striker runs his hand along your ass as he picks you up and takes you to the bed throwing you down and holding your wrists together. He peppers kisses down your body sucking on your nipple slightly before going down to your pants. His tail rattled excitedly “Your tail rattled? That's cute.” you giggle, striker frowned “I'm not gonna be the cute one in this situation when you're underneath me.” he chuckled as he unbuckled your pants and pulled them down. You carried on talking “Oh sure you cocky bas- FUCK!” you gripped the sheets to look down and see a cream cowboy hat, although you couldn't see what he was doing, you felt it. You could feel his tongue circle around your clit and he sucked it like his last meal making you whimper “M-move the hat…” you say shakily.

Striker stops, making you whine before taking his hat off and placing it on top of you're head “fuckin cute” he snickered and before you could say a word he went back down on you more aggressively as he gripped your thighs his claws sinking into them to hold them to place “god your pussys fucking perfect…” he mumbled making your cheeks heat up. Striker was eager to make you cum as he dipped a finger in your hole curling it slightly and then adjusting your hole by pushing a second one in making you whine as you gripped his hair the cowboy hat falling over your face making striker hiss. He wanted to see your cute little face while he was ruining you. He pushed the cowboy hat out your face and pushed his finger in deeper hitting just the right spot as his digits curled into your fleshy walls. “God if you're this tight around two fingers how are you going to take my cock?” he chuckles as he carried on getting you closer and closer to the edge.

“Striker I'm gonna-”

Then he stops.

“What the fuck I was nearly there!” you say frustrated

“I want you to beg for it.” he smiled sadistically

“Fuck yo- shit!” you winced as he rubbed your clit painfully slow smirking at you.

“What was that sugar?” he chuckled before his face went deadpanned, “Beg, bitch.”

You couldn't take it… you had to… “please let me cum, please please, please, please I'm so close, make me cum sir…”

Striker immediately picked up the pace and curled his fingers fast inside you making you tighten around his fingers sending you over the edge as you let out moan, your pussy creaming all over his fingers “Good boy… that's more like it…” he smiled as he licked up your juices off his hand.

You catch your breath as he kisses you gently moving you up the bed before unbuckling his pants. He lined himself up and looked at you smiling before roughly shoving himself in making you scream in pain and pleasure, meanwhile strikers tail rattles again as he mumbles under his breath “fuck…” he puts his arms on either side of you “god you’re tight…”

He regains himself and instantly starts going at a brutal pace pulling you into his chest against the headboard his tail rattling from time to time as he moves relentlessly “Fuck! Shit shit!” you whine as you try to come down from your last time cumming but you managed to bear it.

Striker chuckled and breathlessly spoke “You'll take down satan himself with that language” he chucked as he carried on pushing in and out of you leaving hickeys on your neck.

You didn't respond and just wrapped your arms around his neck panting into him, helplessly. Striker continued to thrust into you before slightly pulling you into him and lifting you up, allowing him more leverage to fuck you.

God damn could you feel it. As soon as he took his first thrust you felt his tip press against your G-spot, making you moan into his neck “Striker- I can't hold it honestly!” striker chuckled as he picked up the pace and circled you clit at just the right pace snarling at how tight you were getting around him “fuckin keep this up then I'll be cumming soon…” he gnawed into your neck and sucked a hickey into it as he pushed you to the limit. Finally, you feel the knot in your stomach undo as you whine and wrap your legs around him. Your pussy pulsing around Striker’s cock.

“Shit- wait darling!” striker gripped your hips tightly as he tried to push himself away from you, in means of not to cum in you but as you came your legs accidentally held him in place and he couldn't get out of it. “Fuck! sugar fuckin mo- fuckkk!” he groaned as he felt your walls wrap perfectly around his cock while he twitched inside you releasing all his warm sperm inside your pussy.

You both were panting and could barely catch a breath through the small kisses you gave each other, “might have marked you more than I want” he chuckled as he pulled out of you and looked to see his cum leaving your pussy “That's fucking hot.” he smirks as he looks up at you.

You on the other hand were a little panicked as no one had ever raw cummed in you “Yeah until I'm 5 months pregnant!” I scowl, just leaving striker there laughing “Well I couldn't exactly pull out when your legs were around me, besides, don't succubus want cum?”

You never before but by god you did now “I suppose so…”

“Then you'll be fine, I'll grab you the pill in the morning.” he said as he pulled you into him

“You better,” you remark and you lay on his chest.

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

hallo! Could I request Comfort prompt 11 for Bruce Wayne? Your writing always makes me smile.(except when it supposed to make me sad, but I like that too)

Thank you!! Posted from mobile, so sorry for any mistakes!

Warnings: None; this is pure fluff

The office was empty and quiet, and had been for a while. You waved your hand periodically to trigger the motion sensor of the fluorescent lights when they winked out on you. It was late, and you had already been there far longer than you meant to be. You sighed, weary, leaning back against your desk and propping your chin up on your hand. Your eyes were beginning to cross; you felt like you'd read the presentation slides a hundred times, but they didn't feel finished.

You groaned as the lights winked off again, but before you could move, they suddenly flickered back to life. You frowned, and then--

"Do you have any idea what time it is?"

You screeched at the sound of Bruce's voice, whirling around in your office chair. He bit the inside of his cheek and raised a penitent hand, clearly fighting the urge to laugh. You huffed in annoyance, pressing your palm over your pounding heart as you settled back down in your chair.

"Don't...Do that."

"I'm sorry," Bruce apologized, walking closer.

"And I know exactly what time it is, thank you."

"What's got you here so late?"

"Proofing the slides for tomorrow."

"Still?"

"I don't think they're ready."

Bruce sighed softly, pulling a chair from another desk up beside yours.

"Here. I'll trade you."

Your brow furrowed in confusion before you broke into a smile at the sight of a bag of takeout.

"Oh, Brucey," You cooed, "You do like me."

He snorted, reaching out and picking up the laptop.

"I'll give these a look while you eat."

You leaned over, pecking his cheek before opening the bag--the hot aluminum dish, wrapped hunk of bread, and a smaller dish with a side salad. Your stomach growled as the scent filled your nose. You popped open the lid, stabbing your little plastic fork into the piping hot baked ziti. You pushed it around a little to let the heat out before glancing guardedly toward Bruce. He had a solid poker face: eyes darting from side to side as he read, brow drawn slightly, lips pursed...Until they moved:

"...Stop staring and eat your dinner."

"I can eat and stare."

"You can, but you aren't."

"The pasta's hot. I'm letting it cool."

Bruce cut you an unimpressed glance, but his lips twitched with a smile.

"Anything?" You asked, nodding toward the laptop.

"I've had time to read one slide. One."

"And?"

"It was perfect." He nodded toward the dish again. "Eat."

You took an obliging bite, groaning softly at the taste.

"There's water in the bag, too."

"I freaking love you," You mumbled around the mouthful, fishing into the plastic bag for the cold bottle. Bruce huffed a soft laugh through his nose, murmuring, "Love you, too, honey."

"How'd you know I'd still be here?"

"Lucky guess. You get singleminded when you're worried about work."

"I think singleminded is a bit strong."

"You're in the office at 11:30 on a Tuesday night, proofing slides that I'm positive are perfect. That is the definition of singleminded."

"I'm committed to my job, I like my job."

"I'm not knocking it, honey," Bruce soothed, smoothing his hand over your knee. "I just want to make sure you're taking care of yourself as well as you take care of your work."

"Mm, but if I take care of myself, what'll you do all day?"

Bruce laughed, raising his hand and gently tweaking your nose.

"I'd have time to learn to play polo."

"You want to play polo?"

"Alfred suggested it." He chucked you gently under the chin before beginning to turn back to your laptop.

You leaned in before he could get too far, pecking his lips gently. Bruce smiled, chasing your lips for one more kiss before refocusing. You watched the mask of concentration fall over his face again, and you couldn't help but smile.

"Eat."

"You're so cute when you concentrate."

"I am not cute."

"Bruce Wayne is a cutie patootie."

"If you call me cute one more time, I will put typos in these slides."

[hekateinhell]

I was rooting around in the Google Docs (pray for my soul) and I found a draft of Chapter 7 for Our House that I started in October, and I thought I'd share a bit that I'm particularly pleased with since I've really been feeling them a lot again lately! It's rather gloomy though, not horny. Sorry about that... you have to earn your smut with this one. ;)

“Penny for your thoughts?” Daniel dared to ask. His need to know would be the death of him, perhaps sooner than he��d once originally thought.

Armand scoffed in response, never taking his eyes off his own reflection. But the tension subdued somewhat as Daniel came to wrap his arms around his middle, bent down to rest his chin against the curve of Armand’s shoulder, tickling him with his scruff.

“How I used to fetch considerably more than a pretty penny once upon a time,” Armand sighed. It was so matter-of-fact too, with the same mild inflection one might use to comment, “It’s cloudy today, wonder if it’ll rain.” Didn’t match the tiredness Daniel could see etched in his face, the distance in his eyes—ten years and an ocean ago. Right behind the thought of now just what the fuck am I supposed to say to that?, came the startling he’s getting older… we both are.

Without ever bidding him a proper adieu, the sense of immortality and invincibility that had informed much of Daniel’s more—shall we say… risky?—decisions in his late-teens and early-twenties (included but not limited to: going through a bottle of vodka every two nights for four years; fucking the creepy cutie he’d met at Louis’s party completely unprotected without ever having said more than two sentences to him; picking up a brief coke habit, in-between getting off the drinking and getting into the aforementioned creepy cutie on a regular basis) had quietly departed. For fuck’s sake, he had a husband, a steady career, a Roth IRA, and a general 11 PM bedtime now.

Looking at their faces in the glass, Armand’s large honey-colored eyes meeting Daniel’s highly usual violet ones (Liz Taylor, his mother once said; White Diamonds, his sister had teased accordingly) without expectation or suggestion, he thought he could see the evidence, the alterations that the past couple years—hell, the past couple months—had left behind. It wasn’t all bad, the shadow of laugh lines shading in just past the corners of Armand’s lips, the same for the slight crinkles around Daniel’s eyes. Not quite drawn in, no, not yet, but the impressions were starting to form.

But Armand’s eyes… Daniel suddenly wondered when was the last he’d actually looked at them, divorced from the throes of passion or the midst of an outburst. Thought back to Armand’s face in the recent days as they went through their routine—handing Daniel his coffee in the morning, holding his gaze when Daniel bent down to give him a sloppy kiss goodbye on his way out the door, humming along to Blackbird when he folded the laundry on the living room floor—even seemingly serene and content; the shell-shocked stare never really went away. A deer that had narrowly escaped death one too many times for the shock to ever truly wear off.

When had that happened? What had finally done it?

[shnowyfox]

all my mlp ocs in order of creation

DayDreamBreeze. also my original gamertag on minecraft! i uhm. shes not supposed to be a cheese changling. She's inspired by a fluttershy toy i had and the beautiful artwork for the honey queen chrysalis from ink rose's interpretation of her backstory. i swapped the honey for water and she's supposed to be a pegasus? but i drew her as a changling here for some reason and i have no clue why

Casey Cockatrice. Seeing pony youtubers discuss the show in their oc form, and thinking "wow, they're all just pegasi" i was like "i should do that but not be a pegasus" so i made an oc and never did that lol. probably a good thing though. anyhow. Casey was originally supposed to be an angel cockatrice but I didn't know how to do that without just making a chicken with a lizard tail until just now im realizing i should make it a dutchie omg. Casey enjoys the ponies and wants to befriend them but is confined to the everfree forest, so she has dawned a blindfold so she doesnt hurt anyone and she likes to hang out with zecora and collect herbs with her. she still just kinda does chicken/dragon things most of the time like pecking at the ground and sitting on treasure. The ring in her comb is supposed to be a halo. halos stuck in the character's design physically (usually through the hair or something similar) was a common thing i did for characters that were close to me at the time.

Lemon Lily. She is. very bright. she was supposed to have a much more subtle color palette but i didnt do that and now she looks like sprite lmao. anyhow. i drew her randomly when i went through a small mlp phase a few years ago, mainly just attraction for chrysalis, but i guess she exists. her cutie mark is supposed to look like a water lily made of lemons but it kinda just looks weird idk. i'd say her talent is supposed to be like.. maybe floral arrangement? i think i had some inspiration from early mlp background ponies and i remember the florists were my favorite.

JASON!! my favorite little idiot. he's a griffin i made in pony.town after realizing if i use the singular freckle and closed the eyes, it looked like he had tiny eyes and angry brows lol. all i do with him is act vaguely like skydoesminecraft and boop people with my bird fingers.

DayDreamBreeze 2.0. i literally drew this bitch and didn't do anything else with them. ever.

then is autumn breeze whom i've drawn literally in like my last post so im not doing it again rn. she's my LOE pony and if you want her lore go to the post where i drew her on my phone.

Honey Suckle. The only OC that I have surviving evidence of actually writing their backstory and whatnot. They were created with the idea of them experimenting on their body trying to turn themselves into a bee (basically beeatris as a horse, i know none of you know my persona beeatris but its pretty much her without the demonic activity and disney fairy influence), though i have thought of maybe changing it to her wanting to become a breezy or a changeling. She lost her horn because of this experimentation and is fluffier and has patches of hair on her eyes because of it. i forgot if she had a cutie mark or if i just didnt draw it or if it's overgrown? I think a lot of this character's experimentation was based off of memories of my brother who had leukemia and tried experimental treatments, mainly the fuzziness he got from his chemo or steroids i forgot which one it was. I also drew her as a kirin, idk if that was supposed to be a thing of like.. me doing it as an alternate idea of what she's aiming to achieve, as an alternate form of what she was born as.. or if it was just a doodle.. but it was pretty cool. a good quote for her is the vine thats like "i am a wolf on all levels but physical"

Next is Pegasus. I originally had a different name for them but i don't think i can share it here. Pegasus is also related to my brother though and is very cool. they're really just a celestial body as a pony like Celestia and Luna, but with more of a crystal pony inspiration. also, they speak enchanting table only and i think thats really funny. same size as Luna. also, she can hide in Luna's hair.

Stone Hoof. based somewhat off of Smokey Quartz from Steven Universe, i thought it'd be cool to also give them speckling like an appaloosa horse or vitiligo. you can't see their cutie mark but it's supposed to be a yoyo and i put it in the shape of the symbol of leo since im a leo and i designed them on the same day as pegasus lol. they are intended to be a friend to Honey Suckle.

Finally, we have... I didn't name this one actually. uhm. well! it looks kinda like scootaloo, especially g3 or 3.5. which was unintentional but she was one of my favorite ponies and i had a few toys of her so it kinda makes sense that this is what my brain thought of when i thought "well loved my little pony doll". The hair is based off of the fettucine hair on those g4 plushies and also somewhat based on dreads. the patterns on their hooves is the heartshaped horseshoe from those promotional toys where you can scan them in for video game perks. and the wings are colored after discord's wings. I also got inspo from Stitches from Animal Crossing.

those are the horses. 1 like = 1 more horse post.

i also have customs i made as a kid that i dont have pictures of but i could redraw. but they're basically just "this character but i painted this animal on their face."

[astrojoy]

What Vibes Do You Give Off To Your Angel/Spirit Guides

PAC

Order of the piles

Pile 1 - Pile 2

Pile 3 - Pile 4

Pile 5 - Pile 6

•°•°• DISCLAIMER •°•°•

I do NOT own the pictures above, these were made by @tnk_gr and I do NOT take credit for them. I am simply using them for a picture to represent each card pile in an aesthetic way ^

Also if it doesn't resonate then pick another pile, maybe your intuition missed it. Sometimes none of them will resonate as well, this is a broad spectrum, and everyone has unique energies! Also some people may just not resonate with my energy, it happens and other tarot readers may have the same instances, energy is drawn to different things haha!!

This is for entertainment and I hope everyone enjoys, don't take it too seriously or if something hits you wrong them don't take it personally and remember this is for fun. Your guides love you and only want the best for you, that is why they are referred to as "guides" of course! ^-^

Pile 1

Protective - you carry a lot of burdens, sometimes other people's - "Resilient" - closed off- determined - stubborn - creative - indecisive - "go with the flow" - you may pray often, they hear you - pretty hair - really beautiful physically - if you wear makeup they are complimenting you 😳 - again, creative, we got some artists or DIY peeps here - wise - some of you could be studying or in school, they are saying you are quite smart!

Extra - 444, 222, Libra, bolt, clean, bear, pick up, clay, telephone, breaking news, Taurus, tell her, sophisticated

Pile 2

Agile - patient - graceful - the one who glows while all else has darkened - "growth" - you've been through a lot, you've learned many lessons, "we're proud of you" - observant - peacemaker - aura is beautiful - VERY wise - OML YOU LEGIT JUST GOT THE GROWTH AND WISDOM CARD WTF? (I was only looking at a card with a crane and plant before but this legit just confirmed it) - I SAID PEACEMAKERS BEFORE AND JUST GOT THE BALANCE CARD I'M DONE, oml I love my guides so much 😭 - intelligent - great healer - "one with nature" - adventurous - some of you are multitaskers, they notice this and are like "woah" - strong physically or mentally - "listen to the signs we give you" sometimes you pray and search for an answer but don't feel like you got one, they want you to pay closer attention - risk-taker - bong

Extra - 444, green ball, nature, forest, earth energy here, Libra, some of you could want to travel someday, tree on a hill, Virgo, I got the image of a girl running towards a tree feeling free, teacup, rain, garden, party, dog (ohh maybe a select few of you are party animals or wild when you are alone haha! Cute!), someone here could smoke weed, Sagittarius

Pile 3

Creative - sweet - caring - sensitive - artsy people - some of you enjoy painting - Emotional - "eat and stay hydrated!" - in your head a lot - the enjoyment of observing things, they notice this - "beautiful soul" - loving - curious - child-like - witty - studious - deep - aesthetically pleasing - hopeful - "cutie pie" - "we love you" - they notice your enjoyment of food - dependant at times

Extra - ok so I specifically got 2 guides. Literally 2. They are a couple, such mother and father figure energy oml, idk if your parents passed away but if they did then this is them, if they didn't then this is past life parents/guardians of some kind. HAHAHA oml this tickled me, they literally baby you from the spiritual realm "is she ok?" "Yes honey she's fine, wait did she eat?-" oml so so sweet. It's like a grandmother trying to feed you cookies 🥺 222, 666, birds, they sometimes check in on your when you least expect it, if you are trying to go to college then they are helping you, "you are protected dear", "open up some, it's ok!", they actually may legit come in, in spirit form to your house just to see if your ok!, Bank, Daniel?, transfer, "careful!", gemini, 5th house placements, capricorn, aquarius, Partner, ohh so that's a good point-this could be a past life partner!

Pile 4

Passionate - independent - doesn't give up easily - fierce - romantic - "feline" - cat vibes - "don't F with me and I won't F with you" - hides their emotions at times - hides sadness and puts on a mask - "these stripes made you who you are!" - hardworking - "leave what doesn't serve you" aka toxic stuff - grateful (or be more grateful) - powerful - heartfelt - enjoys pleasure - "get rid of toxic things/habits/people", hot 🥵 - such a powerful presence, some people might stare at you, "love your style" (fashion)

Extra - scorpio dominant/rising, candles, roses, sparklers, aries, 777, leo, paint, entrepreneur, fire energy, the soul glows at times or sparks, scoffing like a baddie and leaving the scene quietly, 8th/1st house placements, mars/pluto placements, 222, black and gold, red, tranformative energy, you guys were once a half but now are whole (they are proud of you), makeup, pet cat, for females (and males if you have long hair) some of you keep your hair pulled up often while others might let their hair loose and flow, capricorn

Pile 5

Observant - thirst for knowledge/experiences - looking into the future a lot - hopeful - "never give up" attitude on your journey - they are saying they notice that maybe you feel trapped in some way? - diplomatic - hero/knight in shining armor archetype towards others - psychic/spiritual block somewhere - resilient - carrying a lot of weight on your back/burdens - "trust the process" - tired - emotional at times - a feeling of disconnectedness - you may be more closed off from your guides at times than that of others - curious at heart - mischievous when being playful - many different interests - "good manifester" - sometimes you may not see opportunities they give you - they see you as someone who enjoys baths or quiet relaxing moments too - clean

Extra - leaving something behind, some of you are tall, some of you are searching for your "other half" rn, moon dominant or sign could be important, "why do we act the way we do? Why are my emotions like this?" Can be familiar, 23 and 32, learning more about yourself right now, some of you might have hidden enemies, virgo, 333, "parking", pass, "you can transform things", shapeshifting with new environments, pocketwatch?, "it's only a matter of time"

Pile 6

Consistent - "never give up" - "hard work brings achievements and success" - patient - they see how some of you are active - a select few of you are materialistic - quiet - self-reflective - "beautiful body" - calm - the monk on the mountain - you think a lot on the past sometimes - meditation - "slow and steady" - loves nature - a person who enjoys travel - deep emotions but doesn't see a reason to show them at times - "on a path of enlightenment" - philosophical - seclucive - gentle - not really argumentative

Extra - I got the image of a lamb and it reminded me of Jesus tbh. They may see you as very important in some way, you have big mountains to climb. I also get image of a mountain goat, bambi, dance, gym, swim, 2 people holding hands, monks, fire twirler, childhood friends, your spirit guide(s) are holding your hand often throughout life, they could be past life siblings or friends, some of you could legit be spiritual monks or have thought about it, some of you live far away from somewhere that you want to go, travellers of the mind, earth, and soul, some of you live in apartment buildings with balconies, 42, capricorn, Sagittarius, 9th/12th house placements, some of you legit live on mountains or something like there is so much symbolization here of it - masculine energy but the soft kind

[seijorhi]

Rabid.

The brainrot was real, guys. Hope you like it :))

Kyoutani Kentarou x female reader

tw blood, violence, implied minor character death, non-con, smut, nsfw

There’s blood splattered across the back of his hands the first time you make the unwitting mistake of catching Kyoutani’s attention. He usually can’t be fucked wasting time wrapping his fists; the skin across one of his knuckles is split and raw from his last job, but most of the blood isn’t his.

And the other guy got off far, far worse.

But he wouldn’t have noticed – it comes with the territory and he’s never really given a fuck whether there’s blood on his clothes or not – if it hadn’t been for that tiny gasp.

That soft, sharp little intake of breath, and like the rabid dog they claim he is, he snaps to the threat.

Nobody else at the table notices, and you seem to realise your mistake, freezing up the moment those honey brown eyes flash and zero in on you. Your throat bobs unsteadily – you look like a deer caught in headlights. Startled. Terrified. 

Kinda fuckin’ adorable, if he’s being honest.

“I– I’m sorry, sir,” you mutter, ducking your head as you set down his drink with a tremor in your hand.

Vaguely, he registers Makki’s choked snort at the honorific – nobody’s ever called him sir before – but he can’t really find it in himself to give a fuck that the two of you have drawn an audience.

Not when you’re still frozen, hardly daring to draw breath at his side. 

You’re new, that much is painfully obvious, but not stupid. You know who he is – who they are, and despite his reputation, he’s never been one to get off on fear or some fucked up version of a power trip; Kyoutani simply likes the feeling of lashing out, beating the absolute shit out of some asshole just because he can.

Because it feels good, gets his blood pumping.

Nobody would lift a finger to help you if he decided to take offence to your little slip up. And truthfully, he couldn’t give a shit – he’s used to people being on edge around him and it’s not like you’ve reacted any other way than how you’re supposed to. 

It’s natural for you to be startled, scared even. But not here, not with them. Here you should know better, because here is filled to the fucking brim with men like Kyoutani. Oh sure, they might be prettier, polished and charming like Oikawa, but you’d have to be a goddamn idiot to think the man hasn’t stepped over bodies he’s put in the ground to get where he is. 

At least Kyoutani never has to pretend to be anything other than what he is.

But a little blood in a place like this shouldn’t raise an eyebrow, and the way you’re staring at the table, eyes cast down and wide; Kyoutani can almost hear you cursing yourself out for your own stupidity. And it strikes him as he stares at you, drinking in every subtle shift in your body language, wondering why you don’t just tuck tail and run off like you so clearly want to, that you really don't belong in a place like this.

“Something the matter, Mad Dog?” a silken voice purrs, and he tears his eyes away from your trembling form to glance back at his boss, sitting at the head of the table. The brunette’s smiling idly, appraising the two of you and Kyoutani feels you stiffen beside him. 

You don’t dare open your mouth, don’t so much as twitch, not even as Kyoutani returns his attention back to you. By now the entire table has quietened down, most if not all of the gathered men staring at you and you – pretty eyes filling with tears, hands clasped together and trembling in front of your dress – look like you just want the floor to open up and swallow you whole. And somewhat selfishly, there’s a part of Kyoutani that wants to keep you there like that.

Not afraid, exactly. Just… there. 

He can’t explain it, doesn’t know why he hasn’t just told you to fuck off back to the kitchen, dismissed you with a grunt like he would have if any of the other servers had made the same mistake. He has bigger shit to worry about than some perceived fucking offence, but he finds himself pausing, drawing this little moment out for a lifetime before finally putting an end to it, “No.”

He jerks his chin, breaking the moment between the two of you to reach for the drink you’d set down before him, but still you don’t move, glancing between him and Oikawa like you’re afraid to move – as if you’re terrified that you’ve read this situation wrong and one wrong step and you’ll just make things worse. It’s so fucking endearing that he almost snorts, but it takes Oikawa’s voice, calm and level and almost kind to shake you out of your frozen state, “Run along now, cutie.”

You scamper off without a backwards glance, and if anybody notices Kyoutani watching you out of the corner of his eye while he nurses his drink, they have the better sense to keep their mouths shut about it.

And honest to god, it’s the last he expects to see of you. He’s not so stupid as to think you landed the job because you genuinely wanted it; people don’t end up in places like this because they have choices, they end up here because somebody somewhere along the line fucked up. 

This city’s filthy, full of irredeemable pieces of shit like him and it takes innocence like yours, chews it up and spits it out. If you were smart, you would have left after your little run-in with him, so why the fuck are you right back in their private room less than a week later, nails biting into your palm and resolutely refusing to meet his eye?

Oikawa’s busy rattling off a list of drinks he wants, but this time it’s Kyoutani who’s frozen in place, staring at you with a scowl that has you shivering even as you nod at the Oyabun. He knows Iwaizumi at least is watching him with some kind of morbid combination of curiosity and concern, can’t find it within him to care as you try and slip from the room, giving him as wide a berth as you can without it seeming rude–

Not wide enough. Before he even registers that he’s moved Kyoutani’s reaching out to grab your forearm – his grip not tight enough to hurt, just to stop you from running off on him again. And the little squeak that leaves your soft looking lips sends a ripple of something electric jolting down his spine, but you know better than to try and pull away.

God, he can feel your pulse racing beneath your skin, every terrified thump of your heart. It’s addictive, he thinks, the feeling he gets just from touching you. 

“Gimme a beer,” he grunts, waiting until you finally meet his eye.

The nervous little nod you give strokes some part of him he hadn’t realised existed. Kyoutani likes you like this; all timid and obedient. A little too much, maybe. 

There’s a sharp elbow in his side courtesy of Yahaba, and he reluctantly releases his grip on you, leaving you to scamper away once more. Cute.

Yahaba makes some snarky comment under his breath and he barely fucking registers it, fixated instead on the skin of his palm; still warm and tingling from your touch. His hands are rough, scarred and calloused, the skin over his knuckles split from another job last night, a little red and bruised – even as he tightens his fingers into a fist they sting just a little.

Guns have their purpose, he’s not against a knife if he’s feeling particularly fucking vindictive, but Kyoutani’s favourite has always been his fists. There’s something about the feeling of skin and muscle giving way beneath his blows, taking all that pent up rage and aggression and letting loose with his fists. It’s a kind of euphoria he’s never found anywhere else; not in women or men or drugs or alcohol. Nothing comes close to the feeling he gets straddling some pathetic piece of shit and beating the absolute fucking crap out of him.

Sometimes if he goes a few days without a fight, he gets a little jittery. Not like the tweakers do, it’s not withdrawal so much as… a building up of restless, rabid energy. He gets on edge, snaps more, lashing out over petty shit until some poor asshole makes the mistake of looking at him the wrong way and Kyoutani just fucking looses it.

He feels it now, that same burning itch under his skin. He’s never thought of his hands as anything more weapons, but touching you, the warmth of your skin, how smooth and soft it was–

Kyoutani wants to do it again. Wants to touch more of you. And he’s not so fucked up yet that he doesn’t realise how twisted this all is, how a guy like him doesn’t belong within a thousand miles of some sweet, cute innocent thing like you. But the world ain’t fucking fair; you’re here and for whatever reason Oikawa’s taken a liking to you and so whenever they’re at the club, you’re the one management send to make sure they’re happy.

And Kyoutani wonders, golden eyes burning a hole into your back as you hastily clear away their empty glasses, whether you realise that if any one of them asked for a dance or for you to get on your knees and blow them, you’d be expected to do that, too.

You might as well be on Seijoh’s payroll now, just be thankful that as far as that side of things go, they’re not the monsters that the rumours make them out to be.

Not that he hasn’t noticed Mattsun’s gaze drifting to your ass when you lean over the table to grab something, the older man shooting him a salacious wink when he notices he’s glaring.

Not that he hasn’t let his own imagination take hold, leaning up against the glass wall of his shower first thing in the morning. His fist pumping along his throbbing cock, wondering what it’d be like to see you on your knees, those pretty eyes full of tears, staring up at him as you swallow him down like the good girl he knows you are.

The thing is, he’s never made all that much of an effort to hide his feelings from the others. He doesn’t give a shit if it makes him the butt of their jokes, doesn’t care what they think about the way he watches you – his attention snapping towards you the moment you slip past the door, purposefully trying to avoid his gaze. Not that it ever does you much good. 

Oikawa hasn’t said shit, and that’s enough of a go-ahead as Kyoutani needs. It’s none of their fucking business anyway. 

You’ve managed to get under his skin, push him to the fucking brink when he goes more than a few days without seeing you. He knows you don’t want any part of this; that you’re still fucking terrified of him. Kyoutani’s never been one to chase after somebody who wants nothing to do with him – there are plenty of women more than willing to spread their legs for Seijoh’s big bad Mad Dog if he wants an itch scratched. There’s no good reason why he can’t get you out of his head, why you’ve sunk your teeth into him and refuse to let go – even when it’s clear that that’s so fucking far from what you intended with the blonde.

It doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, it doesn’t change shit; you’re his, whether you’re willing to acknowledge that or not.

And maybe he’s just living with his head up his ass, but he doesn’t quite realise how fucking inadequate this whole arrangement is until he needs a piss one night and ventures out into the club only to see some asshole trying to cop a feel and tug you down to his lap, his friends drunk and howling with laughter as you try to politely escape them. 

Distantly he registers that he recognises the piece of shit as some low level fucking drug lord who’s been all but sucking Oikawa’s dick trying to get a bigger piece of the pie, but in that moment, he honestly doesn’t give a fuck who he is.

Kyoutani just sees red. 

Nostrils flaring, steam practically pouring from his ears, he storms over. And adrenaline’s surging through him with every pounding beat of his heart, every synapse in his body’s electrified, ready to lay into this piece of shit for daring to lay a finger on what’s his.

He wants to beat him bloody, wants to fuck up his face – to whale on him until muscle and bone give way and there’s nothing left but bloody pulp where his head used to be. Him and his fucking friends.

But Kyoutani has his priorities, and he reaches you first, grabbing you by your elbow and ripping you away from them, a muscled arm curling protectively around your waist. And he’s deaf to whatever protests you have, to the excuses the pieces of crap in front of him offer up, can’t hear a goddamn thing over the pounding in his head as he fixes them with a snarl and all but drags you back to their room, shoving you less than gently in through the door.

“Stay here, don’t move until I get back,” he orders, and he loves you, he does, but when you open your mouth to argue, something inside of him tightens and snaps. He grabs you by the jaw, jerking your face up as he crowds in over you, golden eyes ablaze, “Not a fucking muscle, understand?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, crashing his lips down on yours to steal the kiss he’s been waiting fucking weeks for before stalking back out. 

Kyoutani is beyond caring about ramifications, Oikawa’s always given him a fairly loose leash to do as he pleases and if this is what puts an end to that so fucking be it; he’ll take you and go. But he hears Iwa and Mattsun on his heels and neither one of them are trying to stop him as he storms back towards the drug lord and his little cronies, so he figures the boss ain’t too fucking bothered with what he’s about to do.

And maybe if he’d had a clearer head, he might’ve found it funny how quickly the floor clears when he vaults the couch, grabs the asshole by the front of his silk shirt and heaves him forward, sending him careening face first into a table full of drinks. 

With the taste of you on his lips, the memory of this piece of shit’s hands all over you, Kyoutani doesn’t hold back. 

The others are gone by the time he, Iwa and Mattsun return, it’s just Oikawa casually leaning back in his seat, you sitting rigidly in the one beside him, his arm casually draped over the back of your chair. 

Kyoutani’s eyes flicker tensely between the two of you – he’s still on edge, still not right. He needs something more to feed that rabid fucking monster lurking beneath his skin, and his Oyabun knows it. 

Oikawa smiles genially, patting your knee for just a moment (and oh, how Kyoutani hates the flash of jealous rage that rears its ugly head when he leans over and whispers something in your ear) before standing up.

“Mad Dog,” he says, eyeing him with a shrewd look he recognises all too well. “We’ll talk tomorrow.” He nods at the two behind him and without another word the three of them exit, no doubt to try and smooth over the mess he’d just made.

Leaving Kyoutani alone with you.

And there’s a part of him that’s pissed off, because this was always gonna happen, but fuck, he was gonna make an effort. He’d wanted it to be nice for you… romantic, or at least as romantic as somebody like him was capable of.

You deserve that much.

His blood’s still thrumming, remnants of blind fury and jealousy and possessive need still burning through his veins. The fight wasn’t enough to sate him; it should’ve been – he’d left them in fucking pieces – but then again you’ve been toeing this line for a long, long time, and Kyoutani’s patience only goes so far.

He should at least take you back to his apartment, try and salvage this disaster of a night, but he knows deep down he can’t make himself walk out of here with you without taking what he needs.

He’s still not entirely in control, breathing hard as he stares at you, watches you fiddle with your hands in your lap, refusing to meet his gaze. “Stand up,” he says, his voice a rough growl.

On shaking legs, you obey, eyes flickering towards the doorway behind him, and distantly he wonders what you’re thinking. You’re foolishly naive, he’ll admit that much, but he doesn’t think you’re stupid. You know where this is going, and you must know that there is nobody and nothing that’s gonna stop what’s about to happen. Not even you.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and now he’s the one to draw in an unsteady breath. “Strip.”

You blanch, eyes widening in pure panic. And there’s a part of him that feels guilty, that knows he’s scaring you right now and hates himself for it, but any chance of rationality winning out fled the moment he saw somebody else put their hands all over you.

“Strip,” he repeats when you make no move to start taking your clothes off. “Or I’ll rip that pretty fucking dress off myself.”

Kyoutani adores that little catch in your breath, the way you bite down on your bottom lip as you give in, meekly reaching for the zipper at your back.

You’re so fucking beautiful, every mouthwatering inch of you. Tentatively, you glance up at him after your dress hits the floor, as if you’re hoping that that’ll be enough, that he doesn’t want to see all of you. Any other time, and the sight of you in your matching set of lingerie might’ve been enough to calm him, but it’s not what he needs tonight. 

His scowl deepens, and you’re clever enough to read between the lines. Your bra goes first, pretty lace panties joining the small pile of clothes on the floor a moment later. 

Good girl.

His eyes darken as he stares, hungrily taking you in. Soft tits, nipples pebbling under the cool air, he’s dying to touch them, suck on them, mark them up nice and fuckin’ pretty. The gentle swell of your ass, smooth, supple thighs he can’t wait to get his hands on, and that cute little cunt of yours, all his. His to play with, his to tease, his to claim. Fuck, this is better than all the images he’s conjured up of you in the heat of the moment, stroking his cock to get off with his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. He wants to compliment you, tell you how perfect you are, how cute you are – trembling naked in front of him, but he’s beyond words right now, hanging onto his control by a fucking thread as his cock twitches in his pants, all that blood rushing south.

You look like you’re about to burst into tears as you swallow, taking in a quick, hitching breath. “Kyoutani,” you begin in a soft, tiny voice–

And that last little thread snaps.

He’s on you before you can stop him, spinning you around and roughly slamming your hips up against the table. There’s no time to be soft or gentle, no time to even take off his pants, he just shoves them down to his thighs and reaches for his cock.

Fuck, he’d wanted to eat you out, to stuff you full of his fingers and make you cum on them first, get you nice and stretched out, but he’s still too wound up. Kyoutani needs to be buried inside of you, needs to fuck you – he’ll make it up to you afterwards, he swears it.

He’ll treat you like a fucking princess, just be good for him now. 

And the scream that shatters that calm night air should tear at him – he doesn’t want to hurt you, not ever, it’s his job to protect you – but he can’t focus on that when your pussy’s clamping down around his fat cock, a dizzying heat enveloping him as your walls flutter and squeeze against the unwanted intrusion.

It feels like fucking heaven. Kyoutani’s hands are everywhere; your tits, your ass, squeezing reassuringly at your hip when a broken sob leaves your lips. And he’s kissing at your shoulders, nuzzling at your neck even as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin, desperate to be as close to you as he can as his hips draw back and he pounds back in, grunting like a beast in heat.

He fucks you savagely, your hips slamming against the table with every thrust – there’ll be bruises no doubt, but he’ll look after those too. He swears to fucking god, he’ll take such good care of you. You’re gonna be his girl. You are his girl.

It’s easier than it should be to drown out your agonised cries and pleas for him to slow down, to chase his own pleasure within your tight, wet heat, his cock ramming up against your cervix with every stroke. 

He loves you, loves the feeling of being inside of you – fuck, Kyoutani doesn’t think he ever wants to leave. His fingers find your clit and you cry out, a shudder wracking your body that almost has him seeing stars with the way your pussy tightens and convulses around him in response. He loses his rhythm as he nears his end, hips jackrabbiting into your poor, abused cunt as his balls tighten.

You’re slick now, cunt drooling around him as he fucks you hard and fast, lewd slaps echoing out with every brutal thrust. Kyoutani knows he’s holding you too tight, knows it’s probably hurting but he can’t fucking care when he’s so close and you feel so fucking good–

His teeth sink into your neck as that blinding pleasure takes hold; his entire body seizing up, abs tightening as his orgasm slams into him. Kyoutani cums with a hissed snarl, crushing you against him as thick, warm spurts fill your perfect little cunt right up. He fucks you through it, a slow, lazy grind of his hips against yours as he milks his orgasm for all it’s worth, pressing gentle, soothing kisses along your collarbone while you sniffle and sob pathetically.

“Love you,” he grunts quietly – truthfully – letting your exhausted body collapse back against the table. And it’s now he regrets not having taken you home to do this on an actual bed, just so he could lie you down somewhere soft afterwards and curl up beside you. 

Still, there’s not much he can do but try and comfort you as best he can, rough fingers running soothingly up and down your back as he waits for you to calm down. He pauses after a moment though, staring oddly at his hands.

There’s blood smeared across his skin, caked under his nails, splattered up his tattooed forearms. And Kyoutani can’t help the satisfied smirk that tugs at his lips as he leans over to kiss your shoulder again, his cock still stuffed inside of you. 

Most of it isn’t his.

And the other guy got off far, far worse.

[taechaos]

A Night of Discovery

pairing: hybrid!Taehyung x fem!Reader

genre: oneshot, yandere au, smut

synopsis: For a learning trip, a seemingly innocent fox has taught you to never trust a predator in one day.

warnings: noncon, mention of murder, sadism

word count: 3.3k

a/n: ok so i may have made a moodboard to make up for how bad this is, SUE ME 😭 the request (spoiler warning)

The road is bumpy as the bus navigates through the looming forest, endless pine trees passing by your eyes in a blur. Chatters swirl in the fresh cold air, windows slightly cracked open as you try to sleep for the nth time with your head leaning against the smudged glass. You jolt awake each time, and it’s been two hours since your first attempt because of the reckless driver in the front. You’re clutching your backpack in your lap as you fantasize about the summer, your upcoming graduation.

Being in your final year of high school, the stress has been eating at you, but your biology teacher had the sheer niceness to give her students a break by taking you on a field trip to a marine zoo. It’s related to your syllabus, studying about marine ecology and all, and you were given the freedom to choose an aquatic animal of your choice to make a project on. You aren’t the least bit excited, because the zoo is so huge that your parents had to pay for the night you have to spend in a motel. Walking for hours and searching for one interesting fish is not at all thrilling.

Your body lurches forward when the driver abruptly hits the brakes. You take out your earphones as everyone stands up. The bus doors open with a hiss from the rush of air as students step outside one by one. You are sluggish when you hop on the cement, and the zoo is huge in front of you. The glass panels complement the surrounding greens, and you can catch the crashes of the waves from the shore behind. You can’t see it, and the environment is rather lonely except for the building close by: the motel next to the zoo.

Ms. Kang is directing your classmates to the motel first, and you’re about to follow before you stumble on your shoelaces. You crouch down to tie them, and when your teacher looks back, you say, “I’ll be there in a second!” When they’re inside, you decide to stretch your limbs after sitting in a stiff chair for so long. You walk to the woods by the parking lot, curious about the sights under the grey clouds. The weather is rather gloomy, and it doesn’t exactly help you feel better until you step on the grass ahead of the road. You sling your backpack over your shoulders and start touching the tree trunks out of boredom. It isn't entertaining, but it's relaxing.

A distant growl snaps you out of your sightseeing and you search around with your eyes for the source. The sound is very peculiar, and it has you feeling slightly nervous but undoubtedly curious.

You aim to take a step forward until your name is hollered, and you yell, “I’m here!” You hear hasty footsteps until Jimin appears next to you.

“Ms. Kang is asking for you. It’s your turn to check in,” he informs and you’re about to reply until you hear another growl. It’s louder compared to the previous one, and the both of you look into the forest in fright. It’s drawn out, but it gradually grows quiet. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know,” you furrow your brows a little anxiously and eventually enter the building with Jimin.

After everyone settled into their rooms, ate in the café provided by the zoo, the real trip began. You have to admit, the aquarium is gorgeous. The blue light reflecting from the water is easy on the eyes, and you’re fawning over all the swimming fish in admiration. There is a guide with you, and you listen to any information that is related to your favorite animals so far. You note down the names as a requirement from the teacher, and research some on your phone throughout your exploration. It’s actually interesting in the beginning, but you do get somewhat bored when a few hours pass. It’s 7PM when the tour ends for the day, and the rest of your time is leisure. 

You’re allowed back in your rooms for the evening, and you rest on the comfortable bed to gain back some of your energy. You’re more interested in the forest just outside, and you take out a box of fruits from your bag before leaving the motel. It’s dark when you munch on a sliced green apple while eyeing the forest. The lights from the motel sign help with your vision and you’re just standing on the empty lot while twirling around absentmindedly. It’s not like you’re close enough with anyone to hang out with them at this time, but it allows you to appreciate the breeze more. You’re wearing a cardigan to keep you warm, and you’re enjoying your time until you hear a whimper. 

You stop in your tracks before inching closer to the sound. It’s pained, or at least you think it is, and you take out your phone to shine a flashlight at the eerie forest. More whimpers resound in your ears, and you timidly trudge into the darkness. You yelp when you feel something soft lightly graze your calves, and jump away before seeing it: it’s the tail of a red fox. You gasp in slight fear because you don’t know if you trespassed or are in danger. The fox stares at you, and you stare back until it quietly whines again. “Awww,” you unintentionally coo. You’re scared when it wraps its fluffy tail around you, but you’re not so intimidated when it starts snuggling into your legs. You crouch to level with it and hesitantly bring your fingers to its head. Its fur is so soft that you wonder if it has been tamed.

“You’re so cute,” you gush in a whisper when it leans into your hand. You retract your hand and take out a blueberry from your container and feed it to the fox. Your heart warms just by watching it chew, and you give it some more. This encounter might be the best part about this trip, because the animal is just so adorable. You want to cry from how overwhelmingly precious and pure it seems with its adoring gaze. You’re grinning brightly as you eat with it, sharing your only snack for this whole expedition. 

You entertain yourself with it for a little while before deciding to go back. You ignore its protests guiltily and bid farewell, “I’ll see you again, cutie.” It’s already been an hour and your legs ache from bending for so long. You know you shouldn’t be out too late, and as you retrace your steps back to the motel, you hear it run off deep into the woods. 

The night is spent tossing and turning in bed because you wanted to sleep early in order to function at 8AM the next morning, but you can’t force it. Surfing through the media or keeping your eyes closed for 15 minutes straight didn’t help in the slightest, and somehow your energy has been increasing instead. The window adjacent to the mattress glares at you with its beauty of the crowd of unsaturated trees. You didn’t bother pulling the curtains because it’s a pleasant view, and the stars that you rarely see in the city shine brightly in the countryside. You think back to your interaction with the fox, and a smile creeps up on your tired face. You want to see it again.

Putting your shirt back on, you’re adjusting your cardigan when you crack open the door of your room. No one’s roaming in the halls, as expected since it’s midnight, but you try to be mindful of your temporary neighbours as you sneakily exit the building. You turn to your left instantly to scurry towards the mysterious forest. You don’t know if the fox is still around, but you whistle lowly anyway. Twigs snap beyond your vision, and you warily wait for something to happen. 

An extremely loud growl rips a tiny scream out of you and you immediately flinch backwards. You’re frozen in your spot, almost paralyzed as the growls continue. It’s confusing because the noise is more like an aggressive hiss, and it’s unlike anything you’ve heard before. It suddenly switches to a whimper, a plea. You don’t know if you have to break a fight between two animals, but it doesn’t matter when your curiosity takes over and makes you confidently (albeit feigned) stride into the jungle. 

As if your actions are being encouraged, the whimpers grow more desperate and you take slow steps while watching out for any predators waiting to attack. You’re trembling in fear, but then your fox also might need help… 

The motion is way too quick for you to process and you let out a blood curdling scream when you’re tackled to the ground. You don’t stop screaming even when your mouth is covered, muffling your cry for help. 

“Calm down,” a honeyed rich voice tells you, soothing with its calm tone, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You quiet down and peek at the assailant through heavy lids. A confused hum catches in your throat upon seeing batlike ears that poke through dark hair. They easily blend in together, and you scrutinize his features and notice a swishing bushy tail behind the man on top of you. Terror dawns in your eyes, though the man looks fairly tranquilent by the ordeal.

“You fed me earlier,” he recounts and slowly removes his hand from your face. You’re gawking up at him as he clarifies, “Fox hybrid.” You squeak when his tongue darts out to lick your cheek and chuckles at your expression.

“What a-are you doing?” you snivel shakily. 

He gently tucks a stray strand behind your ear before answering nonchalantly, “Scenting my precious doll. You’re so pretty, and kind… and naive.” 

Your breaths quicken when he leans into you, but he conveniently misses your lips to bury his face into your neck. The fur on his pointy ear tickles your jawline, and you’re startled when he starts to sniff you. You feel him lick your sensitive skin and clench your fists with a mewl. You’re utterly terrified by the discovery of a new species, who also seems to be very strong and stealthy. He’s handsome, gifted with a heart shaped face and a set of charming black eyes with full lips, but it’s not important when he’s crushing you with his weight to keep you in place. His mouth and nose are all over you as they explore your taste and smell, and his satisfaction is evident with his sighs of bliss.

“I couldn’t get enough of you earlier,” he reveals with a subtle moan, “I've never had the experience of smelling something so delicious. It's fortunate that you're so easy to fool.” The only thing that you do know about foxes is how cunning they are, but you didn’t think one would land you in this situation. You’re heaving to breathe with a struggle, but he pays no mind to it. “I can’t wait to claim you.”

Despite rendering you immobile, he sounds more desperate and needy than you do; as if he’s the weaker one, like the roles are switched. You might be able to use that to your advantage… “I would love that,” you choke out, though you have no idea what he means by his words, “but I can’t move. I-I want to kiss you.” You want to smack your forehead for coming up with such a terrible lie; you don't even know if his intention is to kiss you.

“Yeah?” he drawls seductively and withdraws his knees from your thighs, most likely leaving a bruise from how hard he dug them in. He holds himself up by his palms that previously clung onto your shoulders and limits your peripheral vision. Your eyes trail to his defined collarbone for a short moment, the moonlight casting a shadow over his fine features. “Kiss me then.”

You inhale sharply before raising your leg to kick him, but his reflexes are faster than yours as he prevents it with one knee. He tuts, “I’m offended; I thought you found me cute.” A knowing smile graces his pink lips, and it doesn’t falter even when you open your mouth to scream again. His calloused hand immediately silences you before you can make any noise, and his other hand reaches down to your lower region. “I even wore a pretty outfit for you today. Such an ungrateful doll...” 

He tugs on your pajama shorts, dragging them down to your knees along with your underwear. You shake your hand and beg unintelligibly, “Please don’t.” You clench your thighs together, but he forces them open and leans back to take your bottoms off completely. The weather feels like it’s dropped to negative degrees as you shiver and he gently hushes you when you begin to sob. 

“Oh doll, there’s no reason to cry yet,” he sighs in fake empathy, “I just really, really want to fuck you.” He heaves his shirt over his head, and that’s when you get a glimpse of his so-called “pretty outfit”. The black garment is familiar because it's the merchandise of an indie band with its flamboyant logo; you know you’ve seen someone else wear it today. He has to use both hands to take it off completely, and once it’s off, your wails echo in the deserted land as he ties it around your mouth. It’s Jimin’s outfit. “Don’t take your eyes off of me. I love having your attention.” His voice is a mere breath, filled with anticipation to touch you.

He slides down to your knees as he continues to undress himself. He’s throbbing under the uncomfortable fabric of the tight jeans, and instead of attacking him with your now free hands, you cover your face stained with tears as you cry. You feel like you’re having a heart attack as your gut churns in defeat; there’s no point in fighting a man who might’ve killed your classmate, a fox no less.

The moment his pants are down his thighs, his stiff length grazes his stomach before he palms it and rubs himself up and down your folds. Your heat is damp with your natural discharge, but it’s so warm and he feels so aroused as a moan slips past his luscious lips. “You must think I’m so rude,” he whispers and hovers over your face, “I haven’t even introduced myself and yet I’m already marking you.”

He whines cutely at a particular tingle before saying, “My name’s Taehyung. I’d love to hear you moan it, but you’re just so naughty.” His emphasis is airy, and you’re terrified by the contrast of his soft tone and rough actions. He’s calculated, but also very reckless; almost amateur as he begins to position himself by your entrance.

Your words are gibberish as you repeat: “No, no, please no!” He clicks his tongue in response and locks eyes with you just before he shoves his cock inside, no adjustment whatsoever as his pitch grows higher in wonderment. He’s down to the hilt, and the fabric in your mouth isn’t enough to drown out your scream of pain. The stretch is excruciating. His eyes screw back as he loses himself in you, and it’s as if he’s lost all control when he starts slamming into you at an unforgiving pace. 

As opposed to your protests, he starts chanting, “Yes, yes, fuck yes, my perfect little doll.” He’s never had intercourse with a human before, but it’s not up for comparison when he’s feeling so heavenly because of your tightness. You’re pulsating around him, walls clenching in discomfort because you’re in so much agony. You push his shoulders, but it’s futile as he doesn’t budge in the slightest; he almost appears possessed, but his loud moans disprove the theory. 

He can’t form coherent words, and neither can you. If you weren’t in such a shock, you’d be encouraging him to be louder in case anyone is nearby to help you. You thrash under him, but your movements are limited because of his firm build. You beg and beg, but he is animalistic with his chase for his high. The sound of slapping skin have no pauses in between because of his pace, and dare he admit that the predator in him enjoys your attempts at getting away. It makes it so much more fun for him, but he’s unable to savour it from how your pussy sucks him in so deliciously. "You feel so fucking good, I'm going crazy."

Once he’s gained some of his sensibility back, he latches onto your neck to lick and bite you. You pull at his hair to yank him away, his canine teeth sinking into your flesh for a second before he moves onto another spot. His torture is endless, and his growls scare you enough to remove your hand and shake like a leaf under him. He wants to taste all of you, and you can't serve as an obstacle.

“Pet my ears,” he grunts, “touch me, touch me, dolly.” 

The initial pain is starting to subside, and your thoughts are coming together although they’re hazed. You’re still aching, but you know he just dropped you a hint; the sooner he’s satisfied, the earlier this nightmare ends. Your fingertips stroke the back of his twitching ear. His fur is so velvety, and petting him is the least bad part about this experience. You must be doing something right, because he’s getting so noisy that there’s no way someone would miss you now. You suck your teeth with a hiss as he sets an impossibly rapid rate, rearranging your guts with every snap of his hips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cries breathlessly. His release washes over him as spurts of cum paint your throbbing walls in white, and you’re relieved that this is the end. 

His intakes of air are hot on your skin as his breath fans the crook of your neck. Your stomach drops the moment he murmurs his next words, “I want to do it again.”

“Hey!” a gruff voice interrupts his huffs, and your whole world lights up when you see a man in a uniform with a flashlight over your heaving nude bodies. Taehyung is surprised that he didn’t catch the man’s footsteps when he walked over. “This is indecent exposure, you know–” the security officer goes quiet in shock when he notices the perk of Taehyung’s ears, and then the stiff, unmoving tail behind. “What the fuck?”

Taehyung rolls off of you before disappearing from your sight in a single second. He is stealthy and quick, and his footsteps are light when he leaves; presumably shifting as he goes. The guard attempts to chase after him before stopping in front of you. His eyes trail down your figure before he looks away in disgust. “Goddammit, kid, put your clothes back on.” 

“Thank you so much,” you choke on your tears of joy as you ignore the ache in your thighs, the swelling in your heart and your suffocating turmoil. You stand up on wobbly knees and slowly dress yourself. The officer has his back facing you while you change, and you’re grateful he doesn’t witness how fragile you are. 

“What are you thanking me for?” he asks after a moment of prolonged silence.

“H-He was raping me,” you speak in a hushed tone, “and I think h-he killed my classmate.”

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath. “I’ll go notify the police. Are you staying in the motel?”

When you return back to your room with the company of your savior, you’re hurting everywhere and sleep comes to you easily from all the crying you’ve done. You wake up from a knock on your door, and it’s early in the morning as your teacher says, “Pack up dear, we’re leaving in half an hour.”

They found the clothes, you note when you limp outside with your bag dragging you down. There are dried tear stains on your cheeks when you step on the open bus, and you see a bunch of cops surrounding the forest through the window. Jimin isn’t inside, and you shake your head with pursed lips as sobs bubble up in your throat. This feels nothing short of a nightmare. 

The class is informed of Jimin’s disappearance after taking off, and you lean your head against the window as the driver recklessly drives. Your vision is blurred with tears as you watch the forest, but it doesn’t distort it enough for you to miss the flash of a blood red tail skip between the trees, following the path of your transport.

After all, foxes are known for being fast. There’s no way this one wouldn’t be able to track you down sooner or later, your scent bringing you back to him.

[jayankles]

The Culmination: Endgame

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 2362

Summary: Y/N doesn’t feel so good and it’s not like her to not answer the phone to Sebastian. He was right to send over Josie, Y/N’s friend, over to find out what’s wrong.

Warnings: Angst, Implied Smut, Fluff

Written for: @anyfandomangstbingo​ | @anyfandomfluffbingo​ | @anyfandomgoesbingo​ 

Squares Filled:  Sick fic | first time | “I really don’t like doing this over the phone”

A/N - Blake Lively is not a representation of the reader; it’s just for the dress. And the other beautiful woman is exactly who I pictured for Josie.

Feedback is gold and appreciated

Of course, you were sick today. The day that Sebastian had told you that he was to take a day at the gym then spend it with Don. You knew that when you woke up this morning it wasn’t going to be a good day, the cold sheets a little foreshadowing of how your day would have gone. The little guttural feeling you had punching you in the gut right now, it had you on the floor, bent over the toilet seat with your head in the bowl.

You felt awful. Unable to move, unless it was your throat spasming. Definitely the worst day so far, you couldn’t move and when you finally were able to move at all you felt like a robot. Not a good look.

You decided that it was time to head back to bed, none of your food would stay down so you made yourself a bottle of water and stumbled into bed with a bucket in your hand, ready to put the bucket on the floor beside your bed.

Pulling at the covers, you curled up under them and took a swig of your drink. Tears rolled down your face as you felt the pain grow stronger, you rubbed your stomach in hopes it would make you feel better; it didn’t.

All you could do was pray that you would fall asleep to not feel this pain anymore. Sleep evaded you. The pain is all there is that you feel. You threw up another three times before you finally succumbed to the pleasures of sleep. Rattling of keys had been the object that had drawn you out of your few moments of slumber. You didn’t dare move though, there was no point, you couldn’t move anyway.

“Y/N! Y/N, where are you?” It took you a minute to realise that it was your friend, Josie, shouting your name in hopes of finding you. “Y/N, Whe- There you are. What are you still doing in bed? Oh...”

She looked as if she sighed out a breath of relief before she retracted, covering her mouth and nose with her hand. Inhaling the stench of the room, she quickly ran out of there, returning with air freshener, spraying it around you to make her feel better.

“You need a bath, babe. Stay here and I’ll run you one. Of course you’re going to stay here, you poor thing.” Josie rambled, you stopped her before she could go on for another hour.

“Jo, pour some lavender in there. Love you.”

Freshly out of the bath after thirty minutes, you were wrapped up in Sebastian’s bathrobe, a reminder that he was home as it still smelt like him. “I hate feeling like this. It sucks. But I feel better already.”

Josie softly smiled at you, pity in her eyes. “Must have been that nap you took but I know it sucks. Could you imagine Seb with this kinda illness, though? It would be 100% worse just because it’s man flu.”

“Thank you for being here.” You said, taking a seat on the couch. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Seb called, said he tried texting and video chatting you but you wouldn’t pick up. I guess he was right to have me come over and check on you.”

“He’s such a cutie.” You groaned as you walked, the bath only slightly relieving some of the pain.

“I know. It makes me wanna barf… not like you, though. That shit is nasty, no, thank you, ma’am.” She tutted through a pinched nose, reminding of just how gross you felt and smelt not even a mere hour ago.

“You’re a pleasure as always, Jo. Always so kind to me, when I feel like shit. Thank you.”

She shrugged knowingly, a smirk on her face as she reached forward for the remote, finding a music channel and turning it down a little so it faded into the background becoming nothing but white noise. “So do you know what brought this on? Eat some bad food?”

“I don’t think so, otherwise Seb would feel the same way right?”

“Well you aren’t pooping as well as being sick so this isn’t a viral or bacterial thing. You’re not burning up? No severe migraines?” She asked and you only had one answer.

“Nope. And no, my appendix hasn’t burst because I’ve already had it out.” You said, becoming tired again as you let out a yawn.

“Well, I think I might need to slip out for a little bit.”

“Why? Where are you going? I thought you were going to take care of me?”

“I am. I’m just gonna head to the store and grab you some stuff to make tomato soup. I’ll be twenty minutes tops.” Josie was true to her word, never taking more than the twenty minutes she promised. Putting the bag of groceries on the counter, Josie pulls out the contents, revealing the ingredients she offered to get for you but you could tell that there was something else in the bag.

“What’s in there?”

Josie was fidgety, her fingers twiddling together. “I need you to keep an open mind because I think I know why you’re grossly throwing up.”

“Hit me. I wanna know how I can feel better right now.”

“It’s a good thing that you’re sitting down because…” She paused, making a face that she knew you weren’t going to like. “Because I think you’re pregnant.” her face unchanging as she pulled out the pregnancy test.

Then it hit you. 

No.No.No. Fuck!

Hands dancing.

Tongues twining.

Passion blooming.

It was everything you could have asked for when he was away but now that Sebastian was back, you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. You covered every area of the apartment possible.

Oh crap.

“Fuck!”

“Yes you did.” Josie laughed at her own joke, the reaction not quite the same on your end.

“Oh god, Sebastian is going to kill me. He’s never going to want to talk to me. Why was I so stupid? Oh, I’m never gonna hear from him again. I’ll be kicked out. I’ll be a single mother. I’m gonna have to live with you and if I have this baby, you’re gonna hate me, then you’re gonna kick me out too. ”

Josie scoffed at you, helping you scurf back your hair away from your face, making you look into her wide eyes. “First of all, chill. I gotchu, you know I gotchu forever. Sebastian isn’t like that, but if he is you will never see him again and that is a promise and maybe a little bit of a threat. He’ll deserve it if he hurts you so. Just be my alibi if anything ever happens. Just go take the test. Negative? You’re just sick. Positive? You call Sebastian and you talk to him like an adult.”

“Why are you always right? Don’t you ever get sick of it?” You huffed before you smiled at her, squeezing at her hand after taking the small handful of the pregnancy test boxes back to the bathroom.

Five minutes passed and you were holding the peed on sticks in your hand, four out of five of them being positive. “I think I need to call Sebastian, and a doctor.”

After making an appointment with the doctor, you took a deep breath and pressed the button to call Sebastian. He picks up the call pretty quickly and you are not surprised.

“Y/N! Finally! Are you okay? What happened?”

“Hey bubba. I’m fine, just a little sickness. But I really don’t like doing this over the phone. When are you coming home. We need to talk.”

Two months later.

It was the night of the premiere of Avengers: Endgame and you couldn’t be more thrilled for the success that the Marvel Franchise had. It was 10 years of absolute lovable craziness. Thank you, Stan Lee.

You had no idea that you would be here on the aptly coloured, purple carpet with Sebastian after all you would have thought that you would still be with him after the whole pregnancy fiasco but the two of you were able to talk things through. Things were thrown, voices were raised, and tears were shed but still after all of that, Sebastian made the executive decision to calm the two of you down. The stress was no good for anyone at this point. You were both going to be parents; it’s what was established.

The two of you walked hand in hand, palms sweating as the cameras flashed, and photographers called out to each and every star that was involved in the production of Endgame. The culmination of the whole franchise was just so surreal, the fact that it was ending with a bang both made you swell with pride but it also made you a tad emotional because this collection of amazing characters wouldn’t continue but the legacy they left would. And that was what mattered.

“Sebastian! Y/N! Over here!” You heard from one of the interviewers, looking beautiful in her outfit, Sebastian rubbed his thumb across your knuckles, you were going to be okay. He was right there with you and you had done this a few times before. He was there for you.

“Hi.” “Hello. You and Sebastian answered at the same time, making the interviewer laugh.

“Wait, I remember you. I bought you a soup in a thermos and Tom gave you his jacket. I see we got lucky with good weather today, huh?” You said, smiling at her.

“Yes. You remember me?!” The woman turned to the camera looking right into the lens of it. “Guys, I’m fangirling so hard right now. Ah!”

Once the woman got her fangirling out of the way, she moved onto the interview, trying to get any information that she could before the movie premiered. Sebastian took over that one, telling her that there was no way that they were allowed to say anything about the movie other than he was dust.

“Now we’ve got that movie non gossip out of the way. Are you okay to talk freely about your pregnancy?”

You looked to Sebastian, it was his decision just as much as it was yours, you knew that Sebastian wanted to keep his private life separate from his professional acting career. “It’s okay, honey. Go ahead.”

“I think you’re good to go.”

“Thank you. I must say that you do look stunning in that dress.” She gushed, you thanked her, hiding your face a little. You loved this dress, the nude under layer and the little white and purple flowers that scattered across your dress, your bump barely visible through your dress.

“How far along are you?”

“Well, we’re in the first week of the second trimester. So I’m a little more confident when telling you that.”

“That’s amazing. Was the pregnancy planned at all?”

You made a face, sucking in a little air, looking to Sebastian for a little light to be shed on the situation. “Not at all. It was Y/N’s friend that actually realised that her morning sickness wasn’t her having the flu. She felt absolutely awful that morning, it was enough to know that it was bad when I tried to call her and I didn’t get an answer.

“We had our issues, you know, we didn’t know what to do, we're new at this. But I think that it’s important to know that you don’t abandon your family.” Sebastian softly smiled at you, subconsciously putting a hand on your slowly growing stomach. “I guess that is what this franchise is about though, right? It’s about family and- and looking out for one another. Everybody’s got a somebody here and I love that.”

“And Thanos, fucks it all up and snaps his goddamn fingers.” The three of you and the cameraman began to laugh at your little outburst about the mad, purple titan. “God, I can’t wait for the premiere tonight but I’m scared. For everybody. But especially for me, you know, I’m an emotional person anyway, add a hormonal woman to the mix and a whole lot of angst. Get my ice cream and tissues ready, because I’m coming for you, Thanos.”

“I heard that!”

“Love you, Josh. For the record, Josh is a nice guy, the character he plays is a big old sack of balls and I have no idea how he does it so convincingly.” Lovingly, you made eyes at Seb. “But it’s just like my Sebastian, a dark hydra assassin but in reality he’s a big ball of sunshine and goofiness. And I love him for it.”

“This is- this is what gets me.” The interviewer leaned in a little as Sebastian’s voice dropped to a slight whisper. “I know that she is going to be the best mom for our child because Y/N loves everything and everyone and that is a great quality to have but she’s also caring and matches my goofy side but her sass outweighs mine of course, no one can beat that.”

“Aww, he’s making me cry already. Seb,” you whined. “My makeup.”

“Well that's it folks.” The woman spoke, telling the audience that this was one of the cutest interviews that she had ever taken, that she could die happy and quickly saying congratulations before the two of you were whisked away to walk the carpet again and pose for pictures.

“You’re way too good to me, you know that right?” You said to Seb as you admired the sky blue suit he was wearing over his plain white tee. “I never even got to tell them that this baby will have the hottest dad in the world as well as the sweetest man. Thank you for being my baby daddy.”

Unbeknownst to you, the cameras had caught every single moment the two of you shared. The kisses you shared together, were now shared with the world, all over social media. At this point you didn’t care, you only cared about the man in front of you and the baby growing in your stomach. And this god damn movie!

Feedback is gold and appreciated

[1tad0ri]

I don't know if this could make you uncomfortable or something (so feel free to ignore this) but... I was thinking about my bu queen nobara 😳 just imagine having fun with her, literally friends with benefits. Like when the boys get too annoying or overwhelming, i think she would drag you into her room and eat u out to relieve some stress (i just know that she loves when u come on her tongue,such a nice taste 😌)

warning: eating out, being SO DONE with men

kugisaki nobara x reader

my QUEEN nobara

“boys are stupid, aren’t they?”

you were maybe a little too quick to agree, eagerly watching as nobara pulled her shirt over her head and chucked it to the side, frustration etched on her features. her lacy black bra was pretty against her skin and you recognized it from when you two had made an impromptu stop to go lingerie shopping at the mall last week (yes, you could tell her assortment of black bras apart because you were just that dedicated to the craft).

training was always a headache—itadori was way too into it considering you’d just gotten your nails done and fushiguro had, for some reason, decided it was his job to police everyone around again like always and just ugh. men were the worst.

but what wasn’t the worst was nobara’s impossibly soft mattress and her carefully coordinated sheets. what could you say? she had an eye for interior design it seemed.

but the least worst of all (a.k.a. the best part of this entire thing) was nobara herself. when she looked to you now, her annoyance melted away and she crawled over to you on the bed. you automatically knew to lean in to kiss her, allowing a stray hand to come up and briefly run through her hair—you quite liked the short look on her; it was fun to play with and you liked the abrupt end to it when you were busy carding your fingers through, knowing to just cycle back to the top to run through the strands all over again.

you had already rid yourself of your shirt the same time she had and sat only in a matching two-piece set you may or may not have worn solely because you were hoping for this exact outcome to the hell that was training. pulling back from the kiss, nobara’s eyes were drawn to your chest. you let your hand come to caress her thigh absentmindedly as she took you in.

“i told you that color would look cute on you!” she tugged at one of your bra straps and let it snap back against your skin, all-mighty tone clear. of course she was the fashion expert here—you could never argue on that point. “you look so pretty!”

you rolled your eyes and swatted her hand away, readjusting the strap, but you were smiling, basking in her compliments. “yeah, yeah, you were right as always.”

she leaned in again to capture your lips. the teasing exchange of words that followed blurred together as the two of you spoke between feverish kisses, your hands wandering over the smooth skin of each other.

you let her gently push you back against the pillows—“lay down, cutie,” she mumbled, smiling against your lips—and she grabbed one of the extra pillows to slide under your hips, leveraging them up, making sure you were comfortable.

when nobara settled between your thighs—the sight a familiar one—you felt the urge to strangle itadori and fushiguro and literally every over guy fade away. you were relaxed when she pulled off your panties and slid them down your legs before peppering kisses along your inner thighs.

her lips against your aching clit had you sighing out in satisfaction—she knew your body so well. every careful prod of her tongue, suck of her mouth, and dragging lick along your pussy had you crying out, clenching, moaning her name and praises about how pretty she looked (she did) and begging for more and more and more (she always gave you what you asked for).

with as skilled with her tongue as nobara was and how she seemed to have memorized every little spot to prod to get your back arching up and off the bed, it wasn’t long until she whispered out “cream all over me, pretty girl” and you did as you were told, feeling her tongue greedily lapping it all up, pushing into your hole and flicking against your over-sensitive walls as you rode out your orgasm and pulled at the bed sheets.

panting, chest burning, through your haze you were able to make out nobara humming contently and licking her lips when she sat back on her heels to look down at you, drinking in the sight of the mess. “good girl. you’re so pretty, you know that?” her voice was silky, soothing. the praise to your ringing ears was sweet like honey—gold to someone who keened after her approval as much as you did—and you nodded, too tired to speak, but managing a grin when she moved to kiss you again.

[gossipgirls]

L’AMOUR FOU: a playlist for chuck & blair in season 4

01. new york by st. vincent - “you’re the only motherfucker in the city who can stand me.” // 02. poison & wine by the civil wars - “i don’t love you, but i always will.” // 03. state of grace (acoustic) by taylor swift - “so you were never a saint and i loved in shades of wrong; we learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts, but this love is brave and wild.” // 04. **i’m in here (piano version) by sia - “i need you to hold all of the sadness i cannot live with inside of me.” // 05. i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie - “if there’s no one beside you when your soul embarks, then i’ll follow you into the dark.” // 06. the louvre by lorde - “but we’re the greatest; they’ll hang us in the louvre; down the back, but who cares, still the louvre.” // 07. one more night (your ex-lover remains dead) by stars - “dark little heaven at the top of the stairs; take me like that, ruin it all, then build it again by the light in the hall.” // 08. **blue moon by kendal johansson - “take the time to show you’re mine and i’ll be a blue light in the dark.” // 09. i love you by billie eilish - “we fall apart as it gets dark; i’m in your arms in central park; there’s nothing you could do or say; i can’t escape the way i love you.” // 10. supercut by lorde - “we were wild and fluorescent; come home to my heart.” // 11. **in safe hands by badly drawn boy - “i’m scared to face it, this final kiss, but i know i’ll remember it; you gave your best to me; allow yourself to be free.” // 12. style by taylor swift - “when we go crashing down, we come back every time.” // 13. favorite crime by olivia rodrigo - “it’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we do, cause i was going down but i was doing it with you.” // 14. sweet disposition by the temper trap - “won’t stop til it’s over; won’t stop to surrender.” // 15. **ghost in the machine by b.o.b - “i grab my bags and go as far away as i can go, cause everything ain’t what i used to know.” // 16. green light by lorde - “but honey i’ll be seeing you ’ever i go, but honey i’ll be seeing you down every road.” // 17. **make me wanna die by the pretty reckless - “i could belong to the night.” // 18. **devils by say hi - “i’m trying hard to get up but he made it to my heart, so i cannot make it back from the dark, dark, dark.” // 19. **dancing on my own by robyn // 20. **youth knows no pain by lykke li // 21. **rolling in the deep by adele - “i can’t help feeling we could have had it all.” // 22. happiness by taylor swift - “there’ll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you.”

LISTEN: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4L7EVC6A50EIw1O4EWqekO?si=35942836cbea4d21

[whumpmatsus]

hmmm Jyushi getting comfort from his s/o (any pronouns) after having a bad migrane? Maybe s/o cuddles with him after.

aaaaa gosh I’m always a bit shaky writing Jyushi because like damn he’s such a wild card BUT this was fun!! I’m always up for migraines :D

enjoy your Honey Nut Feelios =‘)

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As much as the Matsuno brothers all take care of each other, it’s also nice for one of them to have someone outside the family who wants to do that, too.

Even though Jyushimatsu probably would have been fine with (Name) coming over to look after him, the migraine that’s had him knocked down for the past day or so has made it kind of difficult to think clearly. He would usually argue and go over to his partner’s place himself… except trying to move makes him too dizzy to get far.

He’s already thrown up once, when he woke up feeling like this and tried to move, and he really doesn’t want to be sick again. He needs his brothers’ help to sit up and take medicine, so there’s no way he’s stepping a foot outside the house.

By the point he realizes he wants (Name), it’s hard to communicate that. He remembers telling his brothers that he wanted to see his partner, only for one of them (Choromatsu, probably) to shush him and say, “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea… let’s wait just a little bit, okay?”

And maybe it’s for the best. He doesn’t want to argue the point, plus he really just feels like resting. If (Name) were here, he’d want to be awake and talking to them; he doesn’t need the temptation while he’s trying to sleep. Vaguely he wonders if that makes him bad or mean because he doesn’t feel the same with his brothers.

Those feelings are quickly forgotten in favor of trying to feel better. He spends most of the day in the futon, with all the blinds closed and curtains drawn, his brothers filtering in and out. The first time he falls asleep, he’s gathered snugly against Choromatsu’s chest, burying his face in his big brother’s shoulder to shut out all the light.

When he wakes up, it turns out he hasn’t been asleep for long, but he wakes up with Ichimatsu’s arms around him. Seems like the others are taking shifts to make sure he knows all of them want to take care of him. Each time he’s asked if he wants to take some painkillers, he’s too dizzy and nauseous.

It’s only when Karamatsu rouses him shortly before dinner, urging him that if he can swallow the medicine, it might take the edge off. So Jyushimatsu lets his older brother get the painkillers and some water into his system. It might not be a bad idea anyway; he needs to drink some water so he doesn’t get dehydrated, since he knows that makes it worse.

Toward the end of the day things get a little bit better. Osomatsu is able to coax his baby brother into drinking some soup, just a few sips of clear broth, when the nausea tapers off to the point he thinks he can eat without throwing up. Although his head is still spinning, and he still sees funny, hazy shapes at the edges of his vision when he opens his eyes, it’s more bearable.

At least, by the time Totty gets home from work, having had a later shift than normal, the ice-pick feeling is starting to become duller. While the others are sleeping in the spare room, likely fighting over the sofa and the guest futon, to let Jyushimatsu have the quiet bedroom to himself, Totty slips in beside his big brother to sleep. Jyushimatsu’s last memory of the day is falling asleep to his only younger brother stroking his hair.

Today he’s feeling much better, the headache part of the migraine has faded into a soft throb, and the torment of the fuzzy aura plaguing his eyes is starting to go away. The nausea has subsided into brief twinges. He’s only lightheaded when he moves too fast.

More than anything, he just sort of feels tired from the horrible day before. So he’s glad that he actually feels excited when (Name) walks into the room.

“Heyyy, there’s my boy,” they coo as they drop down, settling in next to him. “Your brothers told me you weren’t feeling so good yesterday. Sorry I couldn’t be here with you.”

He shakes his head twice, a brief, slow swing from one side to the other. “Nooo… it’s okay. Everyone else was probably keeping you away! Choromatsu-nii-san said I should rest… and with you here, I’d be all excited, haha.”

They laugh and move to pull him into their arms. He comes without a fight, allowing them to snuggle him as close as they’re physically able to. “I think I could have gotten you to rest, but it’s okay. How are you feeling now?”

He hums, closing his eyes so he can nestle into their chest. They’re so warm; just feeling them right beside him like this makes everything… okay. Although he wants to think that maybe his brothers were wrong, that them being here wouldn’t have made it a challenge for him to sleep, he feels excited to be hugging them like this. A little too excited to drift off into sleep… not so excited that, well, other places are an issue.

Their heartbeat is in his ears. It’s a steady thrum, and it hurts his head only a little bit. It’s not so bad? Not bad enough that he wants them to move. The last day was more painful than this, and having them next to him makes him happy. Happy people heal better, right?

“I’m okay,” he finally says. “I’m really tired, but it doesn’t hurt as much and I’m not super dizzy. It’s nice that I can cuddle with you now. I’d rather be playing baseball with you… it’s okay, though. Maybe tomorrow when everything’s all the way better.”

They nod, then he can feel himself melting when they start to pet his head. Their touches alternate; a gentle comb through his hair, then a kiss to the top of his head, then back and forth… back and forth… it’s relaxing. “Yeah, maybe tomorrow. This doesn’t hurt, does it? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

He can kind of understand their concern. If someone’s head hurts, it might stand to reason that any touch there would be painful. Except… they’re being really careful with him. Their touches are the same as his brothers’ were while they were taking care of him ― cautious, tender, being mindful of the pressure they’re using, as if he’s made of glass and might shatter if treated too harshly.

And despite the fact that he can take a lot of punishment… it’s kind of nice to have people be gentle with him sometimes. Especially when the pain he was feeling yesterday isn’t that far away from coming back, it’s easier to keep calm and not be overly excited when someone is touching him in a feather-light way.

“No, no, it feels really good.” There’s a bit of a hazy wobbling in his vision when he opens his eyes to look at them, but it’s a lot better than it was yesterday. At the very least, it makes them look kind of cute. Sort of like he’s looking at them through a kaleidoscope, just not as intense. “Thanks, I like this.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, mhm! You’re so nice to me, haha.”

They snort, and kiss the side of his head. “Well, you are my boyfriend, and I do love you, and you were just knocked out for a day with a migraine. It would be pretty horrible of me not to be nice to you since I love you so much.”

He nods lazily before nuzzling into that comfortable little place between their neck and their shoulder. “Hm, I guess… if you aren’t nice to the people you love, then you probably don’t love them very much, right? And you love me a whole lot.”

“That’s right, I do.”

His usual smile is starting to come back. Maybe a little weak, but it’s there. “I love you, too. A whole, whole lot. More than anybody’s ever loved anyone.”

He can feel the smile in their kiss when they set their lips on the crown of his head. “My cutie pie. Sweet ball of sunshine.”

“Mmmh. I don’t really feel like a ball of sunshine right now… hey, can the sun get tired?? Maybe I can just be a tired sunshine ball.”

They giggle. “Well, that doesn’t sound like a very far-off idea, you know? I bet the sun gets tired all the time. Nighttime is probably the moon taking over so the sun can sleep.”

Huh. When they put it that way, it makes a lot of sense. Then maybe it’s okay that he’s a tired ball of sunshine right now. It doesn’t mean he’s not himself. After all, his brothers get migraines too, and everyone is always just super exhausted the day after they’ve had one. It’s just been a while since he’s had one this bad… he might have just forgotten what it feels like for something to totally drain him like this.

“That’s probably it,” he murmurs, and lets all the tension, even the excitement, the good, happy tension, slowly slip away from his muscles. It’s okay if he can just rest for a little while. “Hey, (Name).”

“Mh? Yeah, babe?”

“Will you be my moon?”

He can feel their arms around him just a little tighter. And another kiss. And they’re all around him, wrapping him up so he can just be tired for a bit.

“Of course I will, sunshine. Of course.”

[mollygetssherlockcoffee]

Cutie

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Summary: While out with the Team, Spencer is made to feel unworthy because of his cane so Y/N tries to reassure him

Warning: Self-hate/doubt, discrimination, bit of fluff

Words: 1,518

A/N: I saw a post about S5 Spencer with his cane and I just had to write something!

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The music was loud, the beat travelling through the seat and vibrating through your bones. The lights flashed overhead, the spotlight swinging across the dance floor as a mass of people jump to the music.

You lean back in your seat, holding your drink to your chest as you take a sip. You laugh as you watch Derek and Penelope dance, Derek spinning her round before pulling her in close with a huge smile on his face. Your eyes trail over to the bar, checking on Emily but she seems to be fine, smiling and chatting with a pretty blonde. JJ and Will, who had got a babysitter to look after little Henry, sat huddled together with Will whispering in JJ’s ear as she bit her straw. You quickly looked away; you loved those two but honestly… you didn’t not want to know.

 Your eyes are drawn to Spencer, the sound of him sliding his glass of coke onto the table catching your attention. He looked thoroughly uncomfortable in the seat next to you, his eyes trailing over the club, his right hand playing with cane.

 Spencer hardly went out with the team, and this was the first time he had been out since he was shot. When out on ‘team nights’ you often stayed with Spencer. While you enjoyed going out for casual drinks, you did not enjoy the clubbing scene. While your friends danced and chatted up someone who fit their tastes, you and Spencer would sit in a booth, watch their drinks and talk about whatever nonsense came to mind.

 Tonight was different. Spencer seemed to be more uncomfortable than usual. On an ordinary night, he would be tense for the first hours before relaxing into conversation with you, his eyes flitting over to your friends to ensure they were okay. On this occasion, after being in the club for nearly two and a half hours, Spencer was not settled.

 “What’s wrong?” you ask him, leaning towards him so that he could hear you.

“I…I’m just going to go” he sighed, looking around awkwardly. “People are looking at me.”

You looked at his face for a moment and he flashed his eyes over to a small group. You followed his clue, eyes landing on a group of women who were looking at him. You looked back at Spencer, playful tracing your finger along his jaw, “Of course they’re looking at you, Spence, you’re a cutie.”

“It’s not actually me they’re looking at, Y/N, it’s the leg, the cane, that’s got their attention” he gives a small nod back to the group.

 You look back over at them and actually take notice this time. They were only a few tables down from you, so you could see their eyes, even in the low lighting. Your smile dropped. Two of the girls were still looking over at your table and you could see their eyes were focused on Spencer, their gaze taking in his walking cane. One of the other girls in the group is talking to the group, but her face is at an angle where you can just make out her lips.

 “As if he’s actually come here with a cane, what the fuck? What’s he getting at?”

 If you could make out the words, Spencer definitely could. He was a much better lip reader than you.

 You drop your glass onto the table and push your chair backwards. “Hey, JJ, Spence and I are gonna go. It’s getting late and he promised to take me for breakfast tomorrow.”

JJ paused mid giggle, turning away from Will. “Okay, Y/N, we’ll see you Monday?”

“Yeah,” you smile before turning to Spencer. “Come on, cutie, home time.”

 To leave the club, you have to pass the group of women. You stay close by Spencer’s side in a show of support, your hand gently resting on his back as you make your way outside. On your way past, your eyes meet those of the woman that spoke. You give her your best glare and it clearly works as she quickly looks away.

 Once outside, you led Spencer to your car. You only ever drank lemonade on nights out, ensuring that you sober enough to drive home. Normally, you drove most of the team home but Will was here tonight and he hadn’t been drinking, he could ferry people back.

 “You can stay at mine tonight, cutie, I can’t not be bothered to drive the extra ten minutes” you told him, reaching your car.

“Can you stop calling me that” Spencer sighed.

“What, cutie? Why?” you asked, turning to face him. “I thought you liked it when I used nicknames?”

“I do but not…not that one” he replied, shaking his head. “I’m not cute. I’m awkward and now, I’ve got a messed-up leg. I might not be able to walk without a cane ever again and what would that mean for my job? The FBI won’t want an agent who can’t even support their own weight. Did you know, disabled individuals have to apply for sixty per cent more jobs than non-disabled people before they get a job? Not to mention the fact, people obvious don’t like that I’m using a cane. I wasn’t the most attractive anyway but now? With this cane? I get comments like the one from that girl. And worse.”

 You stood there in silence for a moment, just staring at the man before you. Was that really what he thought? Oh god, please no. Your eyes focused on him, the way he looked back at you with such sadness, fear and pain, his chest heaving at his outburst. You took a step closer to him, your hand going to hold his arm gently.

“Spence, no, you can’t think that about yourself” you shook your head. “Yeah, you can be awkward but hey, so can everyone at times. Its actually really endearing. You got injured in the line of duty, when saving a mans life… that’s incredible. I mean, I’m not happy you got hurt, but you know…” you gave an awkward shrug. He gave a soft snort at your words, shaking his head but you could see the tiny smile. “And your job is being a profiler. You don’t have to go round literally chasing unsubs to be a profiler, I mean, the FBI already made an exception to let you in the field anyway. You’re almost as bad as me when it comes to foot chases and that’s saying something. Remember when I tripped over that rock while chasing Markowitz?”

 You both laughed for a moment, remember that day in Ohio. You’d been chasing the unsub when you’d tripped and fell straight over. Spencer had stopped to help you, checking out your grazes while Derek and JJ had continued in the pursuit of Markowitz.

 “Anyway,” you shook you head, smiling fondly at the memory. “You can still do your job without being in the field, and you’re proved that already. Plus, you’re the best profiler the FBI has ever seen. They’d be crazy to get rid of you, and you know what? I wouldn’t let them. We need you, the team needs you, the whole country does. And that statistic? That’s a statistic for discrimination. Their asses should be beat, and you know it. Also, I’m not going to stop calling you ‘cutie’. You’re cute, Spence, you’d have to be blind not to see it. Cane or no cane, long hair or short, glasses or no glasses, sharp suit or your little cardigans… you’re a complete cutie. Honestly, I don’t understand why you think you’re so unattractive because honey, I don’t see it. Honestly, you should look at yourself because da-”

 Your words are cut off as an arm wraps around your waist and your pulled into his chest. Your eyes widen as Spencer presses his lips against yours. Your frozen in shock, unable to move, to respond, as he kisses you.

 Had you dreamed of this before? Sure, but you never thought it would happen. Spencer Reid was a very attractive man. He was tall with curly brown hair and a one-hundred-watt smile. He was kind and generous, thoughtful and sweet. In all honesty, he was the pack deal.

 You’d harboured a crush on him for a while now. His laugh made your stomach flutter, his smile warmed your insides. You found yourself paying even more attention to his spirals of information, though you had always paid attention anyway. Your eyes were drawn to his hands – oh those mouth-watering hands!

 While you had a thing for him, you had no idea that he felt anything more than friendship towards you.

 Spencer pulled back, his hands dropping from your waist as his eyes widened. He seemed shocked by his own behaviour while simultaneously fearful of your reaction. “Oh my god, Y/N, I’m so sorry!”

“Shut up” you order, grasping him by the shirt and pulling his lips down to meet yours again.

 Yes, Spencer Reid with a cane was just as good as Spencer Reid without a cane. What were those women thinking?

[lyssismagical]

3 for the halloween prompts? <3 Love your writing btw

3 - Came to the wrong Halloween party I’m so sorry this took so long lmao

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Going to Flash’s Halloween party was going to be a shitshow, of course.

Peter knew this the moment he saw the posters on the walls in the school hallways. But Ned had pleaded, apparently already having picked out a new Halloween-Good-Luck-Party Hat. So he agreed.

Apparently, it’d be even more of a shitshow than he could’ve imagined considering when he walks into the party, the first thing he notices is the intoxicating smell of booze and sweat, immediately followed by the sheer amount of college sweatshirts he sees.

“Hey, sweetheart,” somebody says, grabbing his elbow. He pulls away quickly, eyes wide.  

He feels young and small in comparison to everyone else at the party, stumbling through the thick crowds of people, unable to turn back. He can’t see the door anymore, swarmed by sweaty people and the stench of alcohol.

He trips over someone’s foot and falls into a girl.

“Sorry, I- I’m sorry- I didn’t- I-”

She smiles, blue eyes staring into him. “You’re a real cutie, don’t you worry about it.”

“Sorry, I-” He tries to pull back but her fingers are still wrapped around his biceps, fake red nails digging into his skin.

She’s dressed as a nurse, a stereotypical sexy nurse costume, grinning almost like a lion would to a gazelle. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart, I’m glad you ran into me.”

Suddenly, there’s a hand pulling his shoulder backwards. He stumbles again, unsteady on his feet as the girl lets go of his arms finally.

“Come on, Becca, don’t be a dick. Go find your boyfriend.”

Becca frowns, rolling her eyes, and disappears into the crowd.

The hands on Peter’s arms are gentle and easy, leading him through the crowd towards a door near the back of the building. Through the door brings quietness and near emptiness.

Peter turns quickly, having to tilt his head up to meet the eyes of the boy who had saved him from the party scene.

“Sorry, I’m- I-”

“Hey,” the boy says, shrugging with so much ease. “Take a breath. I’ll grab you some water.”

His southern drawl, paired with the cowboy costume he’s dressed in, and the beautiful intensity of his blue eyes, helps to calm Peter’s nerves.

As soon as he’s got the glass of water in his hands, Peter finds the strength to properly explain himself. “I must’ve got the address wrong. I’m supposed to be at Flash Thompson’s party, not… not here. I wasn’t expecting- I’m so sorry. Thank you for saving me.”

“It’s not a problem, hon. Flash’s party is a few blocks down, this is his brother’s girlfriend’s party. Take a breather and then I’ll walk you over, yeah?”

“You would do that for me?”

His saviour shrugs, smiling sweetly. “I wouldn’t let you walk that far alone in the dark, on Halloween.”

“Wow, um, thank you so much.”

“No worries, darlin’. And either way, when you’re dressed like you are… I’m just saying, I kind of want to wrap you up and keep you safe and sound forever.”

Peter immediately blushes from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest. He’s dressed like a bear, a baby bear. His hair is poofier than he normally keeps it, curls wild, with a soft fluffy brown bear onesie, a pair of little ears on his head, and a little nose drawn on.

Compared to his saviour’s tight jeans, flannel loose and tucked into his waistband, the first few buttons open and showing off the top of his tan chest, cowboy hat lopsided on his head, and boots clicking on the ground, Peter feels insanely childish.

“It’s silly, I know, but-”

“Not silly, it’s really adorable.” He steps closer, into Peter’s space, and gently brushes his thumb over his cheek. “Like unbelievably adorable, honey. I just want to eat you up.”

Peter flushes darker, eyes going wide. “Peter. My name’s Peter Parker.”

“Harley Keener, angel.”

Peter can’t help himself from resting his palm flat against Harley’s chest, fingers dipping between the buttons. “You were going to walk me to my friends?”

He grins, pulling back just far enough to lift off his cowboy hat and tip his head. “I did, didn’t I? At your service, my king.”

“Thank you, my knight,” Peter says, giggling. He tucks his shoulders into himself a little more, feeling so small in comparison. “I really owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything, bear.”

Harley grins at Peter’s blush, gently swiping his thumb over Peter’s cheekbone. Peter’s never felt this way before, so intensely and suddenly.

“You want a drink before we go?” Harley asks. “Alcoholic or otherwise?”

“Not to sound any younger than I probably already do, I’d really love some pop or juice or something.”

Harley grins a little wider, fingers sliding up Peter’s face to gently brush some of his curls out of his face.

He pulls away suddenly, pulling open the fridge and grabbing a caprisun for Peter and a beer for himself. He loops an arm around Peter’s shoulders, steering him towards the second door in the kitchen, leading into a backyard.

“Come on, I’ll take you to Flash’s. Best not keep your friends waiting.”

Peter can’t help but laugh. “Believe it or not but I don’t think anyone would’ve noticed my absence. I’m not really popular. I’m not even close to popular.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No? I’ve got one and a half friends, and otherwise, people steer clear unless they wanna copy my homework. I’m lucky if I can make it through a week without getting tossed in at least one dumpster.”

Harley stops in his steps, turning dramatically to face Peter. “You’re not kidding.”

“I’m not kidding.”

Harley’s blue eyes so wide and earnest. “I’ve known you for, what, an hour? And I’m already absolutely fascinated by you, you know that? I have no idea how anybody who could treat you as anything less than royalty.”

“I don’t think Flash is capable of being nice.”

Harley shrugs, stepping into Peter’s space again. He’s so tall, crowded up against him under the shining moonlight in the damp grass. “What if I went to your party with you? This one isn’t really my scene anyway. How would they feel with you on my arm?”

“You’d come to a high school party with me?”

“You say that like you’re really that surprised? What can I say, you’re just that interesting.”

Peter flushes, smiling shyly up at Harley. “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely sure.”

They walk, Harley’s arm around Peter’s shoulders, through the backyard to the road, getting to know little bits and pieces about each other, laughing into the darkness of the night.

When they make it to Flash’s party, Peter doesn’t think he’s ever seen people’s eyes go as wide as his classmates when they see him with Harley.

Harley presses a kiss to Peter’s temple, having to bend down to reach him, and he squeezes Peter’s side. “You wanna dance?”

“I’d love to.”

Before they can make it to the dance floor, Flash stops them. “What’s this? Did you really hire somebody to pretend to be your friend? That’s low, even for you, Penis Parker.”

“I’m not an actor. And I’d suggest you don’t go there, Eugene. Not only am I taller and undoubtedly stronger than you, I also have connections with your brother. What do you think he’d do if he found out you were bullying a perfectly sweet friend of mine?”

Flash pales, eyes going even wider. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I absolutely would,” Harley practically snarls, arm curled protectively around Peter. “So back the fuck off or there will be consequences.”

For a moment, it seems like Flash will fight back, anger flaring in his eyes and hands clenching into fists, and then he nods once and ducks off into the crowd.

“Thank you,” Peter murmurs, tugging Harley into him.

“No worries, baby bear. I told you I’d treat you like royalty, didn’t I?”

Peter, in a moment of confidence and hope, grabs Harley by the collar of his flannel and tugs him down, simultaneously lifting himself onto his toes, and presses his mouth to Harley’s.

When Harley pulls away, eyes sparkling and smiling. “Well then, baby bear.”

“Would you wanna go on a date with me? Like a real date. Because I’ve never felt this way before with anyone and I- I don’t want to miss this opportunity.”

“I’d love to, angel.”

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[hyunderwater]

sweet as sugar 05

pairing: felix x hyunjin

genre: angst, romance, mild fluff

summary: meet the parents! except they kinda suck lol

wc: 1.6k

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01-02-03-04-05-06-07-08-09-10-<3

Felix felt the eyes boring into him like cold daggers buried in his flesh, but he kept his head up high, subtly whipping out his phone in an attempt to remind the people in the hallway that if they touch him, they’ll find themselves waking up the next morning covered in bruises. In the couple weeks since his relationship had been revealed to the school, his boyfriend's reputation acted as a barrier between him and the fists that always seemed to be drawn to him, and Felix was reveling in the freedom.

Hyunjin’s voice felt like a security blanket, and Felix walked a bit more confidently. “Hi Jinnie!” he chirped into the phone. “Hey cutie! You using me to intimidate people again?”

“Yup. By the way babe, I’m free after school today, grandma gave me the day off.” Felix ignored the disgusted looks shot his way at the word “babe”, choosing to focus on his boyfriend's voice rather than the whispered slurs and insults. “Is that your extremely subtle way of telling me you want to see me later?” Felix scoffed into the phone. “Actually, you know, you could meet my parents tonight if you want.” Felix froze, mouth open in shock. At the silence, Hyunjin panicked. “I-I mean I already met basically all of your family from every time we went to the bakery together, and I just figured that maybe you would possibly want to meet mine? Was that too forward?” Felix let out a small squeal of happiness, shaking his tiny fists in excitement. “Jinnie, I would love to meet your family! I was so nervous you didn’t want me to meet them, like you were embarrassed of me or something!” Hyunjin sighed softly. “Well, you’re partly right. I didn’t want you to meet them, but it’s not because I’m embarrassed of you. It’s because I hate them, and they don’t care about me. Not to mention I… haven’t really come out to them yet. But I’ll do it tonight!” Felix slapped a hand to his forehead. “Hyunjin. What. The. Actual. Fuck.”

“I’m sorry. If you don’t wanna meet them now that’s fine...”

“No, no, honey, it’s just that that’s a lot of information to drop on me at once. Are you just going to go up to them and say ‘here’s my boyfriend! Oh and by the way, I like boys.’ This seems like a plan you didn’t think about much.”

“Trust me, it’s going to be fine.” Hyunjin’s voice oozed confidence, but it did nothing to ease the tight knot of anxiety forming in Felix’s stomach.

The crickets chirped happily in tall grass surrounding Hyunjin’s house, a stark contrast to the worry pooling in Felix’s gut. His breath puffed small clouds into the air, every exhale an attempt to calm himself a bit more. Finally working up the nerve, he poked a finger into the doorbell tentatively. Nothing happened. Felix rang again, wondering if he hadn’t hit the bell hard enough the first time. Finally realizing the bell was broken, he knocked on the door. Hyunjin yanked the door open, greeting Felix with a tentative smile, a blanket thrown over the mess of his emotions. Felix picked up on it immediately, tilting his head to the side and placing a small hand on Hyunjin’s arm. When his hand came in contact with bare skin, he quickly realized Hyunjin was wearing a sleeveless top. He gasped, a small blush setting his face on fire. Taking the time to scan Hyunjin down, he realized he had dressed to impress, wearing a black sleeveless band tee that dipped down to show off the sides of his chest, and a plain pair of black jeans. He glanced self-consciously down at his own soft, worn white t-shirt and ripped, baggy jeans. “Like what you see, babe?” The words were whispered into his ear; in his reverie, he had not noticed Hyunjin leaned closer. A violent shiver tore down his spine at the words. “I-” He was cut off by sudden movement. “Hyunjin, don’t be rude! He seems cold, and we don’t want anyone thinking that we’re rude to our guests!” Hyunjin’s back went stiff, and he muttered under his breath, “No, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“Did you just talk back to me, boy?” Felix could almost hear his eyes roll. “No ma’am,” Hyunjin groaned. He stepped back to invite Felix into his home. Felix padded into the hallway, eyes wide as he took in the place his Hyunjin had grown up in. After removing his beat-up sneakers, he was gently tugged toward a small table that was set with four plates and a large, steaming pot of pasta. Seated at the table was a small woman and a stern-looking man. Although one could definitely tell where Hyunjin got his good looks from, their expressions lacked the familiar warmth that their son always managed to give off. Felix had barely taken two bites of the pasta when the interrogation began. “Are you another one of those dirty delinquents that he likes to surround himself with?” Felix nearly choked on his pasta, eyes blown open wide at the absurd question. Regaining his composure, he answered her. “Well, I’ve actually met a few of Hyunjin’s other friend’s, and they seemed fairly ni-”

“I heard rumors that some of those boys are... ” Hyunjin’s mother leaned forward conspiratorially. “...gays.” Felix stiffened noticeably at the use of the word. “They’re very nice.” he gritted, teeth clenched to conceal his anger. “I wonder how embarrassed their parents are of them, I couldn’t even imagine having a child like that!” Felix’s hand found Hyunjin’s thigh under the table, and he squeezed it comfortingly. They could make it through that suffocating dinner, no matter how much it hurt. As the minutes stretched on, Felix could feel Hyunjin tensing more and more under the table. Finally, his parents seemed to have tired themselves out for the time being, and they shooed the two out of the house to go on a walk before dessert. After turning the corner, Felix turned and looked Hyunjin deep into his gorgeous eyes. “Is it like that every day?” For just a second, Felix swore he could see Hyunjin shatter into a billion pieces. A single glassy tear, so small he could have imagined it, traced a glistening path over Hyunjin’s cheek. Slowly, Felix raised a tentative hand to wipe away the tear, taking his time in ruining its glowing path to remove the traces of pain from his angel’s face. “It’s okay, my love. It's okay to hurt.” Hyunjin shook his head back and forth, more tears turning his eyes glossy. “No, not for me. I have everything I need, isn’t it selfish to want more?” Felix frowned. “Who told you it’s selfish to want a healthy, happy life? Just because others have less doesn’t mean you have everything you need. Honey, it isn’t selfish to want to have people in your life that accept you, all of you. It isn’t selfish to want that because you also need it.” Hyunjin nodded dumbly. “I just… I hate them so much for caring more about their reputations than me. I hate them for not caring about me at all. For just one second, I want them to feel the pain and betrayal I’ve been feeling all my life.” Pure anger descended on Hyunjin’s face, and Felix shrank back a bit. “I want them to hurt.” The statement sent fresh tendrils of fear deep into Felix’s belly, and suddenly he had the ominous feeling that something was about to go very, very wrong.

They re-entered the house to small tubs of ice cream adorning the table. Felix noted the way Hyunjin dug into the ice cream like it had tried to hurt him first, stabbing it harshly with the scoop. Something was about to happen, but Felix wasn’t sure what. All of a sudden, it clicked. Hyunjin was a grenade, ready to go off, and everything his parents did came that much closer to pulling the pin and causing mass destruction. His parents, blissfully unaware, had gone back to their interrogation. (So, you go to the same school? Yup, we met in the nurse's office) Felix watched as Hyunjin’s jaw got tighter and tighter, until his leg started bouncing with pent up rage and anxiety. At last, his mother pulled the pin. Leaning across the table, she said, “So, Felix, are you and Hyunjin close friends? I’d like to think that you were his best friend, instead of those delinquents I’ve been hearing rumors about.” Hyunjin abruptly pulled back from the table, standing up and slamming his palms down on the wood surface. “And why, pray tell, would it be simply horrible for me to be friends with those ‘gays’?” His mother recoiled in surprise. “Well, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with it, it’s just that I don’t want you to interact with people like that! Who knows what th-”

“What if I told you I was one of those people? What if I told you that Felix is my boyfriend, and we kiss and hold hands and do EVERYTHING you think two men shouldn’t do, and-”

“We just care abo-”

“No, no, you don’t get to say anything right now. You two don’t care about me, you never did. All you care about is your stupid precious reputation. Well, I’m done. You were happy to stop referring to me as your son in public once I started hanging out with ‘those gays’, I’m sure you’re simply jumping for joy to kick me out once and for all. Come on, Lixie, we’re going.”

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Another Reddie hc thing 

-also posted on my old blog that is now gone. Also involving Richie’s parents.  I am just copy pasting here.  

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Sorta based on my other post here, which I was really surprised people seemed to like.  Anyway, I’ve been thinking about Richie attempting to romance Eddie based on his parents, so here are these!

- Richie’s parents are gross.  At least, he thinks so.  They’re always hugging, kissing, cuddling up together on the couch in the evenings, making yucky eyes at each other- and it’s been that way with them FOREVER.  

- “Ewww get a room!!” he’s always told them, since he was like six.  SIX.  Don’t they get it by now??  

- “Or you can go to yours, kiddo!” Went always fires back, laughing when Richie just scoffs and covers his eyes as he runs off to hide in his room.  

- Why are grown ups gross??  Richie always wondered, until he was around 13 and started noticing how nice-looking Eddie is.  He wanted to be together with Eddie, wanted to spend time with him, make him laugh, get his attention.  

- Richie is an idiot.

- But he didn’t know how to do that without being his usual self.  He made dick jokes, made fun of Eddie for not knowing certain things, just so Eddie would get mad and touch him.  Sure, Eddie punched him in the arm, or the stomach, and that would usually lead to wrestling in Richie’s bedroom, but it was something!  

- And he wasn’t really sure why, exactly, he wanted Eddie to touch him, but he knew he wanted to be together with him.  Like, the way some of the girls and boys were together.

- “Just ask him,” Bev told him when he mentioned it while they were hiding under the slide on the playground, swapping a cigarette between them.  “Ask him to be your boyfriend, or something.”  

- “You kidding me, Marsh?!  What kind of shit advice is that??”

- Bev just smirked her little knowing smirk and shrugged.  “It’s the easiest way, idiot.”  

- Nope.  That’s some scary shit - Richie needs to do this some other way.

- So he turns to his parents, because of course he’s always noticed how disgustingly in love they are with each other, and how they always hug and kiss, and say stupid, sweet things to each other.  In short, his parents are ughh.  

- He takes note of how they are together.  His dad uses cute nicknames, like “honey” and “sweetheart”, but those seem a little too… yuck.  At least, they do for now, because he’s only 13!  He doesn’t want to sound OLD.  Geeze.  

- Then he notices his dad call his mom “cute” several times.  He’s in the kitchen in the morning, Richie scarfing down a bowl of cereal before going off to school.  His dad ruffles his hair as he walks by, almost knocks his glasses off (”DAD, stop!”) then goes right to his mom where she’s standing at the toaster, getting up real close behind her (yuck!) and saying “Good morning, my cute, cute, CUTE lady” and he even bends down and gives her a series of pecks on her cheek that make her giggle.  

- Richie watches his mom swat his dad with a dish towel and call him an idiot, but when his dad steps away to pour himself a cup of coffee she’s a little red in the face, smiling wide.  UGH.  Why are his parents so GROSS?  

- But, hey - his dad’s moves must work, because his mom looks happy.  

- So Richie puts the word to use at school that day.  He sees Eddie at the lockers, his skinny arms shoving heavy textbooks inside as he struggles to balance his backpack on his knee.  Richie rushes over, holds it up for him, and his stomach fills with swoop-y butterflies when Eddie looks up at him with his big, pretty eyes and thanks him with a soft grin.  

- JESUS.  Richie’s tongue gets all tied up and his face gets all hot.  He says the best thing he can come up with.  “No problem, Eds!  You’re such a cutie, I just had to come rescue you!”  WHAT??  What the hell just came out of his mouth??

- Eddie doesn’t seem to mind too much, though he calls Richie a turd and they head off to their first class together.  

- Richie keeps paying attention to his parents, takes his notes, gets in the habit of calling Eddie cute or cutie whenever Eddie is looking extra nice.  Eddie always gets a little annoyed, but it only serves to prove Richie right because he gets a cute little wrinkle between his brows and his cheeks get a little red and- he just looks so adorable!  

- But Richie is a kid at the time, so he doesn’t put too much of an effort forward, and things remain the same for a couple years.  

- When they are 16 and Richie still hasn’t gotten anywhere, watching Eddie get more beautiful and more freckly and more TAN and just alskjdkfja HE IS GOING OUT OF HIS MIND HERE - he finally decides he needs to step it up.  Because other people are starting to notice how pretty his Eds is, how sweet he is, how nice he smells- and it’s mostly these girls who keep hovering around him, flocking to him like a bee drawn to a beautiful flower and-

- Okay, so he’s starting to get a little jealous, but he can’t help it.  He noticed Eddie first!

- He turns to his parents as an example again.

- Went and Maggie are very romantic together, or something.  Richie knows his dad brings his mom flowers a couple times a month, knows his mom loves it just by watching her fill a vase with water and place them on the window sill, floating around the house with a smile that almost makes Richie uncomfortable.  

- But hey, flowers are something, right?  So he snags a few sunflowers on his way home from the yards of his neighbors, gathers them together and waits for Eddie to show up at his window.  Richie used to be the one to sneak over there, but things have changed over the past few years as Eddie’s mom has become worse and worse in her controlling ways.  Now, Eddie comes over more often than not, crashes in Richie’s bed for the night while Richie takes the floor (much to Eddie’s protest).  

- Eddie shows up around six or so, huffing about his stupid mom and her ignorance, and he’s just so mad and a little sad, too, that Richie shoves the flowers at him without thinking of something clever to say.  

- Eddie stares at them, speechless.  Richie almost panics, thinks that he must have fucked up somehow.  What does his dad usually say when he gives them to his mom?  Nothing, really.  He just gives her a kiss on the lips- which NO, he is not doing that right now, no matter how much the idea makes his stomach flutter-

- But Eddie takes them, red in the face, and the anger bleeds out of him as he touches one of the bright petals.  “Are these for… me?”  

- All Richie can do is nod, stunned into silence.  

- Eddie smiles and takes the flowers and keeps them in his hands as they settle down to play some video games, and Richie decides to count the flowers as a success.  

- When they are 17 and Richie still hasn’t made any progress, he overhears his parents planning a date night.  It’s something they do often, but now he decides he’s going to pay attention to how this goes down.  His dad casually says something like “Wanna go eat at that nice place in Bangor, my love?  The one you like?  We can make it a date night.”  

- Richie’s mom smiles in a way that makes him want to barf as she says, “Sure, honey.”  

- “Get a room!” he calls to them around a mouthful of food, laughing when his mom tosses a dish towel at him and tells him to get drying.  But he makes plans to ask Eddie to go somewhere with him.  

- He picks the place - somewhere not in Derry, or Bangor, because he is not going to risk going to some place where his parents get all gross and googly eyes with each other.  He chooses a small place in Old Town, nothing too fancy, something he can pay for with his allowance and the extra money he earned by cleaning out the garage, the attic, and the gutters.  

- He waits until they are on their way home from school, walking down toward his house, Eddie’s shoulder bumping into his as he goes on and on about something he and Bill are working on.  A car?  Richie isn’t sure.  He can’t stop staring at Eddie’s bright smile, and his eyes, and the way the sun low in the sky casts a warm glow over his skin, makes his smile stand out even more-

- He blurts it all out without meaning to, “Do you want to have dinner with me on Friday??”

- Eddie is quiet, staring up at Richie with wide eyes, and Richie is freaking out on the inside.  Oh no. He screwed up, Eddie is going to say no, or he is going to laugh, and Richie is going to have to go home and rethink this whole thing, or maybe accept that this is never going to happen.

- But Eddie smiles shyly, shrugs his shoulder and says, “Yeah, okay,” and Richie is blown away, because Eddie actually said YES?? TO HIM? TO RICHIE??

- Unreal.

- So Richie asks his mom what he should wear when Friday rolls around, nervous as hell, holding up a couple shirts to himself as she smirks and looks at him knowingly. “I think green is good. Yeah?  Or blue? Should I go with blue?”

- Maggie is enjoying the hell out of seeing her son so flustered. “The darker one. It’ll bring out those baby blues, sweetie.” And Richie groans when she gives him a big, wet kiss on his cheek and wraps him up in a suffocating hug, teasing him by scrunching his messy hair in her hands and claiming he needs to chop it all off.  “And you know, your dad always pulls my chair out for me, and he opens the car door, and he holds my hand on the way inside-”

- “Oh my god, mom!  STOP.”

- “You’re like your dad,” Maggie says, laughing.  “Just trying to help.”  

- Richie is super nervous.

- Though he would never admit it, he takes his mom’s advice, opens the doors for Eddie, even though he trips over himself a couple times because he gets distracted looking at Eddie.  Eddie looks amazing.  He’s wearing a black buttoned shirt and his hair looks so soft, so touchable, and he smells so good all Richie wants to do is bury his face against Eddie’s neck and breathe him in.

- Okay, he needs to get a hold of himself.

- They sit across from each other at a table in the corner, the privacy giving Richie the jitters, making his palms sweat when Eddie looks up at him from under his lashes.  And wow- he’s always found Eddie’s hazel-y eyes pretty, but right now they are mesmerizing. Burning a hole through his heart as Eddie tells him about the car he’s been fixing up he now has to do on his own, because Bill got bored with the whole thing and ditched the project.

- “He says it’s too hard,” Eddie huffs, annoyed. “It’s not hard at all. It’s just, you know, common sense.  Hey, maybe you can help me?”

- Richie agrees without knowing what he’s getting himself into. He’ll tell Eddie anything he wants to hear if he keeps looking at Richie like that.

- Wait- did he just agree to work on a car?

- After dinner Eddie says he wants to go on a walk, so Richie drives them to a park he knows is nearby, and as they set off down a little path through the trees Richie starts to sweat, because he remembers what his mom said about hand holding, and yeah, he wants to hold Eddie’s hand pretty bad.  But what if Eddie doesn’t want that??  What if his mom is wrong and he looks like an idiot for doing something so stupid?  What if-

- Then he feels Eddie’s fingers slip between his, and just like that, they are holding hands.  

- HOLY CRAP.  Richie’s heart is beating so fast, his motor mouth won’t stop going as he talks and talks and TALKS about everything, anything, taking digs at the little town and some of their classmates, doing his best to ignore the way his stupid stomach won’t stop swooping because Eddie just gets closer to him, presses up and against his side as they keep walking.  

- He’s just about run out of stupid things to say when Eddie stops and turns to face him.  “Richie?”  

- Richie swallows thickly, and thinks this is it.  This is when Eddie tells him he’s not interested.  Somehow, they are still holding hands, but this information doesn’t seem to make a difference in Richie’s mind.  “…yeah?”

- “This is a date, right?”  Eddie asks him, straight to the point, his cheeks going red but his chest is pushed out like he’s determined.  

- Richie is an idiot, so he stands there with his mouth gaping and his hands starting to tremble.  “Uh, i-if you want, I mean, do you want it-”

- “I want it to be a date.”  

- How the hell is Eddie so calm and sure of himself??  Richie almost wants to ask him, because he can feel his face is on fire and he’s getting all anxious and tongue-tied, and Eddie just looks so pretty and his lips look so inviting and SHIT he wants to kiss him so bad.

- Eddie beats him to it.  He moves in suddenly, slides his arms around Richie’s waist and pulls him close, until they are pressed so close together (wow wow WOW Eddie feels so warm) , and he rises up on his toes, pauses with only a breath between them, smiling up at Richie as he kisses Richie gently.  

- It’s like something clicks in Richie’s brain and he wraps Eddie up in his arms and kisses him back.  It’s his first one, so he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but his heart is soaring and his chest and stomach are all fluttery, and Eddie’s lips are so soft, and Richie isn’t sure he’s breathing.  

- Richie is in heaven.

- Eddie is the first to pull away, and Richie looks down at him, at his shining eyes and the blush creeping over his cheeks.  Eddie smirks, says, “Idiot” and takes Richie by the hand and leads them back the way they came.  

- They kiss again when Richie drops Eddie off at home, longer this time, with a little more movement between their lips.  And as Richie is driving back home he thinks he understands why his parents are so disgusting all the time, because now all he keeps thinking about is sharing a home with Eddie, kissing him any chance he can get, winding his arms around him and pulling him back against his chest, calling him “sweetheart” and “my love”, bringing him flowers and-

- As he walks in the front door and finds his mom and dad kissing on the couch, he gags and changes his mind.  

- “Oh my GOD, get a room!!”  

Bonus:  

- Eddie comes over the next night for dinner and approaches Maggie in the kitchen, blushing.  

- Maggie turns to him with a smile.  “So, how dumb is my son, dear?  Did he blow your date?”  

- Eddie rolls his eyes, huffing irritably.  “He’s so clueless.  I had to hold his hand first!”  

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