#i wanna know exactly how long it took for him to get accustomed to the fact that his father can become just as furry as him

[bubblergoespop]

aggro the first time milo shifted in front of him

[marshmellowzz]

HIII! I wanna be the first one to request on your blog(I hope I am😭😭) YOU DIDNT HAVE IN YOUR RULES,HOW MANY CHARACTERS YOU CAN REQUEST AT THE SAME TIME BUT I'D LOVE TO HAVE KISSING HEADCANONS(female reader) WITH MUZAN,GYUTARO,DOUMA AND AKAZA!! Thank youu :))

Uppermoon Kissing Headcannons 💞

A/N- Hi anon!!! I'm really sorry about the character request limit thing, I'll fix that right away. and yes! you are the first person to request, thank you lovely! i had a lot of fun with this request! I really hope you like it <3 (^з^)-☆Chu!!

Muzan:

Very rarely gets romantic with you, but oh boy when he does...

Muzan is a megalomaniac, he has a very inflated ego and a delusional sense of self worth, he sees no value in any life other than his own, so naturally, he even surprised himself when he took interest in a human—a lowly being like yourself. You are EXTREMELY lucky that you even caught his attention, and because of that he feels that he is entitled to you, he is your ultimate superior, your god, you should be groveling at his feet and thanking him for bestowing his affection onto you. From the very moment his eyes set on you, your fate was sealed.

Even so, he is a man that you've come to love, and because he's had many wives in the past he is extremely adept, and he knows exactly how to get you head over heels in love with him.

He is a traditional kisser, he's more into deep, heavy kisses to show intimacy. Although sometimes his kisses seem more demanding and rough. In short, he wants to show you what he really wants - he wants you to be his.

You are always left breathless and flustered no matter how many times he kisses you.

It gives him great pleasure to watch you gasp and pant as you desperately try to catch your breath. It makes him feel empowered, as he could go on for hours and he'd still be okay.

He'd probably be the one to initiate the kisses, that sense of superiority and need to exert power in any situation shines through in your relationship, he will kiss you when he wants to kiss you, and that's final.

Whenever he's in the mood he'd grab your cheeks and pull your face closer to his, until eventually your lips are feverishly against each other.

He'd grab your hips and pull you closer to get rid of any distance between you two, he wouldn't be very touchy-feely, but if he's in the frame of mind he'd be more teasing — squeezing your ass, rubbing his hands along your waist and hips, fondling with your breasts, etc.

Although he doesn't really like PDA, he is a very possessive man, and will sometimes bring you to meetings and kiss you in front of his subordinates to make clear that your his, and his alone.

Gyutaro:

His behavior would initially be extremely hesitant. He would pull away from you, insult you, mock you, whatever he could do to scare you away.

He would be very convinced that you were trying to tease him or were making fun of him.

Gyutaro is not very fond of himself. He usually compares himself to others and greatly envies/despises those who are fortunate or possess things that he longs for. Standing next to Daki, he has grown accustomed to being the unattractive sibling -- he just never imagined being loved the way you love him.

Daki doesn't help the situation very much either, she'd probably be reinforcing Gyutaro's thoughts of himself, she'd be like "Big brother, don't kid yourself! Y/n's probably just messin' with you!"

The truth is that he doesn't understand why you like him. He thinks it's silly when you compliment or lean in for a kiss, it's hard for him to accept that you're attracted to him, and at times he thinks you're trying to 'save him' or 'bless him'.

"Your pity doesn't matter to me, stupid girl."

Yeah...It'll be hard to convince him that you truly like him, and he probably wouldn't show you much affection initially.

After some time, he will grow to love your touch and kisses, even if they are small. It gives him comfort to know that you are not bothered by his appearance.

Gyutaro is more sloppy when he's kissing you, he completely abandons any rhyme or reason and simply lets his body take control.

He's newer to kissing so he might be a lil' inexperienced and inconsistent (please be patient with him he's trying 😭)

Sometimes he'll miss your mouth and plant a kiss on your cheek instead, he plays it off well, most times you don't even notice.

Gyutaro's kisses are more gentle and relaxed, he values a passionate kiss more than a harsh one.

It's difficult for him to express his tenderness, so he appreciates it when you initiate the kiss.

He's a sucker for knuckle and hand kisses. He has cold hands and he gets really blushy when you kiss his knuckles or try to warm up his hands.

The reason Gyutaro prefers small pecks and short kisses is not only because he finds them most comfortable, but also because he also struggles to commit to a long and sensual kiss because he is afraid you'll leave him and abandon the relationship you two have built.

If you want him to settle in and feel comfortable, you'll need to give him a lot of reassurance. At times he will pull himself away or withdraw from any affection; he does not believe someone like himself is worthy of your touch or your gentleness.

He likes PDA but only because you're something he can show off, you are like a boost of self-esteem for his emotionally-constipated-self, he likes to flaunt that even someone like him managed to bag a diamond like you.

Gyutaro loves cuddling and kissing, he loves being able to hold you close to him and just all around touching you, he's a very touch-starved individual—he will seize any opportunity he gets to feel your skin against his.

Douma:

Oh goodness...

Douma is definitely the most affectionate among them, which is ironic because under his carefree and outwardly friendly air the man is clinically apathetic, the concept of emotions being completely foreign to him, his love for you would be more of a source of amusement for him—something that he can play and toy with.

The only reason he kept you alive was because he found you pretty and grew quite fond of you.

Let's start off by saying that...Douma has zero concept for personal space, like...none.

He's always holding you, he loves placing you on his lap and just kissing you as he pleases.

His kisses come in wide variety and he gets very unpredictable at times.

For example, sometimes Douma places light and feathery kisses on your face, gently peppering them all over your face. Just cute small pecks!

He'll probably wait about ten minutes before jumping you and pulling you into a slow and savory kiss, the kind that always leaves you breathless.

Like, what happened to 'hello'? 'how are you'? 'my name is...'? what happened to that...?

He's extremely handsy as well, whether it's gently cradling your cheeks, his hands running down your inner thighs, or simply cupping your breasts in his hands. He just can't keep his hands off of you, you're too adorable!

He's very flirtatious and he loves to tease you, he just loves to see you get flustered or embarrassed.

"What's wrong, dearest? Cat got your tongue?"

Douma's favorite type of kiss would definitely be the French kiss, he likes the tongue work involved, he loves the sensation of his tongue on yours and he feels that it is very intimate.

Douma completely spoils you rotten, he buys you tons of chapstick flavors and colorful lipsticks and then kisses you to test which one tastes the best.

If you think he only does this in private then you are sorely mistaken.

In uppermoon meetings, Douma may just spontaneously invite you to a steamy make-out session just to annoy the rest of the group.

He's a sucker for PDA, he isn't jealous, he just wants to show you off. You are one of his most polished gems, and there's just no way he's going to keep you hidden from the world, he wants everybody to see your beauty.

Akaza:

He's probably the most appropriate and sensual with his kisses.

Akaza would also be hesitant with kissing. He is not a gentle man in the slightest, and he cherishes strength and takes pride in it. However, emotionally, as much as he wants to deny it, he is weak.

Akaza also has a weak spot for women, he'd like to tell himself that he doesn't eat them because they're simply helpless beings, but in reality the man cannot bring himself to harm them.

Generally, Akaza's kisses are deep and meaningful, his kisses have a lot of raw emotion behind them, and he doesn't just pass them around like they're charity.

It takes him an extremely long time to trust, he believes that showing love also showcases vulnerability, and he needs to be sure that you're going to be as committed as he is.

Although, once he falls, he falls HARD.

His kisses are a good representation of that. Akaza doesn't mind quick pecks, but he isn't a huge fan of them, he prefers to draw out his kisses for as long as he can. He lets his lips linger on yours, his arms tenderly wrapping around your body as he pulls you close enough that your foreheads lightly bump against each other.

He's a firm believer that the lips is the most intimate spot to kiss, he likes to kiss you there the most, and he likes it when you do the same for him. He wants to let you know that only you have access to that spot, and that you've gained a permanent spot in his heart.

Akaza is not one for PDA, he dislikes it and often avoids doing even the littlest things like holding hands or quick kisses in front of anybody. He feels that those are reserved for when you two are in the privacy of each others company. Not only that, but because he has an image he needs to maintain.

Akaza isn't unnecessarily handsy, but he's not afraid to get all touchy-feely with you.

Akaza also quite enjoys forehead kisses, he thinks it's a good way to show care, and affection. He uses it as a way to tell you 'I've gotcha,' or 'you're safe here,'.

An all around very sweet kisser! He uses it as a way to express how much he loves you without saying it out-loud.

[zomboivex]

Hi! Hope you're having a good day! :D

I saw the tdb (is this the abbreviation?) requests and came hurrying to the inbox since the fandom is just starting to grow.

Anyways, for my request : current!MC still gets on my nerves a lot (is the devs i konw ) due to the lack of options in term of answers/interaction (like personally,curiosity would kill me no to go an discover this new world AND the mysteries around the boys ,home girl legit gets told about a clash that took place in the place she resides in as in the church?and just goes oh anyways ciao )

So I'm asking you what type of person would get the boys best in terms of compatibility?

(in no way I am saying that MC isn't a good match , i jist wanna see mor personality)

Have a nice day!!

Compatibility

What each of the boys would look for in terms of compatibility in a romantic relationship!

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Frostheim

Jin

╰❥ A classy lady would be more of what he’s accustomed to. Dressed to the nines and back. Formal and proper. Someone who listens to what he says. A bonus if you could play piano with him. Or better yet, if you sing to his piano playing. Don’t mess up, though. He would expect you to always put your best foot forward. At least, in the public eye. Speak formally and quiet enough to never step over him. And a well paying job would be a must. That or you’re dedicated to staying full-time at home. The appearances matter, even if he, himself, stays locked up all the time.

Tohma

╰❥ There are two types of partners Tohma would find ideal. Someone completely wild that needs to be tamed- he likes a challenge. Or someone who’s a bit more on the quiet side- not shy. Just well-placed words. He would prefer someone who’s intellectually smart and knows how to read the room. Acting foolish isn’t an option. If you do, he’d let you know as such. A partner who plays chess and can keep on par with him would bring him the most joy.

Kaito

╰❥ If you exist and show him interest, he’s already into you. Will it bring him long-term happiness? Probably not. He needs to build some confidence in himself, first. Someone who’s willing to try new foods and go on silly walks and just act goofy with would be the best option. A laid back person who takes things in stride. But also patient with him and his self-deprecation.

Lucas

╰❥ Morning runs and then stopping to get coffee for the walk back- if you’re into that, then I think the two of you would hit it off well. Lucas would want to be able to support you and any endeavors you may have. So just communicate your worries to him. He’d love someone who wore their heart on their sleeve and were genuine in the way they held themselves. Kind hearted and sociable. He would want to be with someone who cared for others and takes action to help those in need.

Vagastrom

Alan

╰❥ In truth, Alan finds himself drawn to those who have themselves put together. He likes someone who’s headstrong but not stubborn. A go-getter, if you will. He especially likes someone who enjoys a lot of outdoor activities and a lot of quiet time. He’s not exactly on the up and up with technology or the current slang. But what he does know is that he just enjoys being around someone who can appreciate the quiet times and bask in the beauty of nature. He would prefer someone who is a bit on the patient side, as he is, but also enjoys someone who can tell him what to do from time to time. He’ll happily do it- so long as it’s in his scope to do so. Just don’t expect big and flouting words from him. He says it as it is in a simplistic manner. And he prefers someone who doesn’t have hidden meanings laced with each sentence strung together.

Leo

╰❥ You have to look aesthetically good for Leo to even consider you. Or rather… for it to be made public, this would be the case. He has to upkeep that vapid image of himself, after all. In reality, as long as you’re down to go along with his schemes, he’s going to entertain you for a while. If it’s sincere is up for you to decide. He’ll never tell you. If you’re truly trying to win him over, you’ll need to exercise a lot of patience and understand that he’s a man with a very clear goal and that will take priority. Just be there to catch him when he falls. He might fall head over heels, then. Maybe.

Sho

╰❥ Sho is sort of a mixed bag. His biggest thing is if he finds you interesting. Interesting being- are you vocal about what you like. He, like Alan, prefers someone forthcoming. But if you have some hidden meanings, he doesn’t mind either. Sho is here for a good time. Just don’t mind the fact that his best friend can be scathing at times. If you play sports, that’s a huge bonus. But if not, he’s also cool with you cheering from the sidelines. Date nights are a must for Sho. So be prepared to go on a lot of adventures together.

Jabberwok

Haru

╰❥ Work hard but play harder. That’s the motto you should live by if you want to impress Haru. He definitely needs the helping hand and he appreciates it too. But make sure you also take time to unwind! You have to love nature and animals enough to spend time caring for all the features in the anomalous safari regardless of the weather conditions. Kindness for all living things is a must but expect a lot of spontaneous dates and random purchases.

Towa

╰❥ Love and all things love related are important to Towa. Expect to be showered with many superficial understandings of love. And return these in kind. For Towa, it’s important that you can enjoy whatever whims he’s privy to. Saying no probably won’t do you any favors. So being agreeable and willing to drop whatever you’re doing would be the most beneficial. Lots of forward affection and hand holding and big and earnest hugs. Just be prepared to try and ease him whenever he’s upset.

Ren

╰❥ More than anything, Ren would love to find someone who’s an introvert and into gaming like himself. Movies- especially B Horror ones- are a date night must. Sarcastic humor is always appreciated. But be prepared to also give him lots of personal space. He’s not an outdoorsy guy. So indoor hobbies to compliment his own would likely draw him towards you the most. Have a stockpile of memes ready at your disposal because he also enjoys internet humor. Just don’t tell him you’ll be his discord kitten. He might freeze up at that. Outward affection would be harder for him to digest so subtlety is your friend when trying to win Ren over.

Sinostra

Taiga

╰❥ Good luck getting Taiga to remember you. You really have to stick out in his mind for him to even deign to care. A key way of doing as such would be to provide him with delicious anomalies. Once you do that, then you might have a chance. He’s going to prefer someone who simply provides what he wants. Which is fresh anomalies. If you can do that, then that’s all he really asks. Just don’t be surprised with his erratic behavior and violent tendencies. Especially if he suddenly forgets you.

Romeo

╰❥ For Romeo to so much as even look at you, you must have keen fashion sense. And not a blundering idiot. He doesn’t ask you to be a genius. Just act like you have an actual brain behind that thick skull of yours! Listen to whatever he demands from you and don’t make him repeat himself more than twice. If you enjoy runway shows, then he’d be more than happy to talk about the latest fashions with you. Skincare is also important. Much like Jin, he wants you to upkeep your appearances. But not for the face of it all. It’s because to be the best, you must look the best.

Ritsu

╰❥ Ritsu hasn’t really considered dating in the past nor has he put much thought of it for the future. At least, not on a deeper level than securing someone to continue the family name. However, if you’re strait-laced and by the book, he’s definitely going to think you’re a stand-up citizen and may feel privy to discussing the latest anomalous law lessons with you.make sure your mind is sharp and your tongue sharper. You shouldn’t show any struggle to keep up with his intellect. Just- remind yourself that he has a one-track mind and if he sees something as such, then it is. No matter how convincing you are.

Hotarubi

Subaru

╰❥ Subaru is a quiet and reserved guy. Which is to say, he would also prefer his partner to be quiet and reserved. If only so that unnecessary attention is not drawn to the both of you. He would prefer a partner who is on the gentle side, though perhaps a bit more firm than he is. And you should have some appreciation for the arts and theater. Someone who isn’t into too much touching would also be ideal- as he still feels insecure about being able to read others as he does when he makes that contact. Not to mention how it drains him. You would need to have confidence for the both of you, however.

Haku

╰❥ Laid back and going with the flow are two things Haku would definitely appreciate the most from you. As long as you’re not stressing out over every little detail, then he’s pretty happy. He would absolutely adore if you made him a bento box. The fact that you thought so highly of him to go out of your way to prepare a meal makes his heart melt. Just be prepared for him to disappoint you. At least, that’s what he’ll always say. He’s not worth the effort- or so he claims. So you’ll have to remind him often that he is, in fact, important.

Zenji

╰❥ Do you like the arts? Theater? Poetry? Dramatics? Do you wear your heart on your sleeve? If so, then Zenji will absolutely adore you to pieces. He’ll spend your every waking moment serenading you or showering you with words that can barely articulate his deep and confound passion for you. After all, you are epitome of beauty. Would you allow him to use you as his muse? Please say yes.

Obscuary

Ed

╰❥ Ed has had many a partner in his life. So he’s learned exactly what he likes in another. That being said, he does venture outside of his normal preferences often. Hard to not do so. It’s not that he gets bored but things become a tad predictable. He would absolutely love it if you watched YouTube videos with him but, for the most part, he’s just appreciative if you don’t nag on him like Rui does. Sure, you’ll have to ignore a few littered clothes on the ground and some blood stains on the bed and mystery liquid cups. But don’t worry! Rui will handle those! Rui handles everything! And maybe you can help Rui out, too? If it matters that much to you, at least. You just have to either look past his sloppy demeanor or help Rui out.

Rui

╰❥ Always the one to put effort and care for others- Rui seldom takes time to relax. Then again, it’s not as if he really could. He hates sitting around. He’ll be appreciative, though, if you help him out. The endless praises of thanks he’d sing when you help clean the bar up or tackle Ed’s disaster of a room. Just don’t expect to get too close to Rui. Physically or emotionally. There’s a wall there that he built to keep everyone around him safe. Near impenetrable. Even if you manage to get him to confess his feelings, he’s still guarded and insist you look for someone else. He understands, after all. There’s just certain things he can’t do for you. But he’ll do everything else he can to compensate. And he’ll never hold it against you if you leave him for someone better.

Lyca

╰❥ Don’t be weird about things. Too forward and he’ll be flustered and embarrassed. Probably even grossed out. But too reserved and he’ll just be confused. Hints will go way over his head. But what he does know is that he likes spending time with you because you’re fun! You don’t take things too seriously and you don’t freak out about him being part werewolf. He also appreciates that you take the time to help him figure things out. Just be sure to have patience to explain to him why certain things are not okay. He might be confused and frustrated but he still tries to learn and listen.

Mortkranken

Yuri

╰❥ Yuri is going to want someone who can listen to what he says and boss around. That isn’t to say- he wouldn’t be attracted to someone who makes the first move. He’d definitely be flustered, though. What he thinks he wants versus what he actually want are two different things. What’s important is that you are an intellectual. But not smarter than him. Oh no. He can’t have that. He wants to be the smartest in the room (for his ego).

Jiro

╰❥ You’ll have to have quite a bit of medical knowledge and an understanding that things are as they are. Patience will be required. And an understanding that sometimes things simply won’t happen due to Jiro’s own limitations. If you can offer that up, he’ll be as thrilled as he can show. It’ll be even better if you spend quiet nights sipping tea with him after his long stretch of working hours.

𓊆 Thank you for taking the time to read this! And thank you for the patience in waiting! I hope this is satisfactory for you. But if not, whoops! I tried my best so if you disagree, that’s cool. If you see spelling errors or typos- no you didn’t. 𓊇

[joeys-babe]

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 15: Parents

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October 2nd - with flashbacks from the previous night.

(y/n's pov)

Yesterday couldn't have been more perfect.

After years of admiring Joe from afar, I was finally his, and he was finally mine.

*Last night*

We arrived back at my house right after midnight. Joe and I stood at my front door not wanting to depart.

We stood hugging each other for a few minutes, kissing now and then. Trying to savor the other's presence before we part ways for the night.

"I don't want to go in there." - you

"I don't want you to either." - Joe

Silence fell over us as we stared at each other. We were thinking the same but neither of us wanted to come off too strong and ask. In the end, I was the one to speak up.

"Can I stay at your place tonight?" - you

Joe immediately smiled and nodded vigorously as his arm tightened around my waist and he pressed his soft lips to mine.

"Of course." - Joe

Once we were at Joe's across the street we showered (separately of course). Joe took one in the guest bathroom after showing me how to work the shower in the master bathroom.

He was sweet enough to let me borrow some of his clothes to sleep in, though it was hard for him to find pants that would fit me.

"I don't know baby, you might have to wear a belt with a pair of my sweatpants." - Joe

We had erupted into a laughing fit every few seconds, perks of dating your best friend.

In the end, Joe laid out one of his long-sleeve tees and a pair of shorts that he made sure had a drawstring.

Of course, I took significantly longer than him in the shower so when I walked out of the bathroom he was already lying down in bed.

Joe's gaze drifted from his phone to me and after giving me a slow once-over his perfect smile graced his lips.

"I kinda look like Adam Sandler." - you

I felt my cheeks get rosy as Joe's laughter filled the room.

"You look perfect." - Joe smiled

"You're just saying that because I'm in your clothes." - you rolled your eyes

"Well duh. They honestly look better on you than they do me." - Joe

"Joe babe now you're just lying. I'm being swallowed whole." - you giggled

"You look comfy!" - Joe

I moved forward and crawled into bed next to Joe, as I got closer to him my eyes were accustomed to the darkness and I could make out the details of his face and body better. My pulse quickened when I realized Joe didn't have a shirt on.

When my eyes averted from Joe's built chest back to his face, the smug grin showing on his lips told me he was aware of my staring.

"Sorry..." - you

"Don't be. You can look." - Joe grinned

Joe shifted around and the sheet moved farther down to expose more of his toned upper body.

"You're unreal Joe." - you

"Yeah?" - Joe smirked

"Yeah." - you repeated

Slowly I reached out and placed a hand on his stomach. My hand ran over his soft skin before moving up to his chest and rounding his pecs.

"This isn't fair." - you grumped

"What isn't?" - Joe

"You look hot as hell and I look homeless." - you

Joe busted out laughing before wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me into him.

"You don't look homeless baby. I think you look rather hot wearing my clothes." - Joe

"You're just saying that because you basically marked your territory." - you

He moved a strand of hair behind my ear and kissed my temple.

"Exactly, sweetheart." - Joe

His deep voice, and the nickname that spilled out with it, left me feeling rather flustered. Feeling my cheeks heat up I pressed my face into his neck and tried to hide the redness showing on my face.

"Don't hide from me, baby. I wanna see your pretty face." - Joe

"Joey, stop. You're too much." - you

"How so?" - Joe chuckled

"You're praising me so much, if my face gets any hotter I might pass out." - you

"Okay okay, I'll stop." - Joe chuckled

A loud yawn left my lips and Joe tightened his hold on me as he pulled the blanket over us.

"You comfy?" - Joe

"Very." - you rubbed your face against his chest

"Goodnight, baby." - Joe

"Goodnight, Joey." - you

Joe kissed my forehead and leaned away a little bit to get comfortable. He was super tired so I wasn't at all surprised when he almost immediately fell asleep.

A few minutes later when I was about to go to sleep I realized that I left my phone charger downstairs and my phone was close to dying.

I tried to wiggle out of Joe's arms without waking him up but I failed miserably.

"Baby? What are you doing?" - Joe

"Uhm. I forgot my charger downstairs and my phone's almost dead." - you

"Stay here, I'll go get it." - Joe

He moved the covers off of him and rolled outta bed. I watched him the entire way on his trip out of the room. His gorgeous muscular body was only covered in a pair of black boxers, and God did he look downright hot.

After borderline drooling over my boyfriend and laying there in shock till he got back with my charger, I almost forgot how to form words.

"You okay, y/n? You look like you just saw a ghost." - Joe

"I- uh... yeah." - you

"Okay, well goodnight." - Joe

"Night." - you

A few seconds of silence went by before I spoke up.

"Hey Joe?" - you

"Hey y/n?" - Joe

"You're so hot." - you

Joe chuckled before kissing my cheek.

"I appreciate it, babe. You're pretty hot too." - Joe laughed

"Like I can't believe you're my boyfriend, how'd I manage to get you?" - you

Joe sighed and sat up in bed, realizing it was going to be longer till he went to sleep.

"Pretty easily honestly. You know I've been under your spell since high school. y/n you're everything I could ever want or need; you're the sweetest woman ever, incredibly funny, smart, loving, and humble. You just understand me more than anyone else ever could. If anything, I question how I got you to go out with me." - Joe

"Pretty easily honestly." - you grinned

A smile formed on Joe's lips as it registered that you copied his words. He leaned forward and pressed a loving kiss on my lips.

*Present Day*

Once again, waking up next to Joe started the day off amazingly.

Plans today consisted of telling the parents that we were now a couple. My parents already knew that last night was probably going to be the night Joe asked me out since he told them, and I'd find that out from Joe.

Now Robin & Jimmy had no idea that Joe and I were even on good terms. The last they heard was when I was at the game, so it'll be a pleasant surprise for them when we reveal our relationship to them later tonight.

As I got ready for the day, Joe fixed breakfast downstairs and I could honestly say I could get used to this way of life. I was so lucky to have Joe as a boyfriend and best friend.

After finishing getting ready, I walked downstairs to find Joe intricately plating our breakfast.

"Look at you, Mr. Chef." - you smiled

"Morning, gorgeous." - Joe smiled

I strode up to him and got on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Morning, handsome. You didn't have to do all of this, but I'm really glad you did because I'm starving." - you smiled

"Thought you would be. I made french toast, sausage links, and fried potatoes." - Joe

"You are the best, Joe." - you

Joe swung an arm around my waist and pulled me against him.

"Only the best for my girl." - Joe kissed you

Breakfast was all around perfect, Joe and I talked about anything we could think of and he even gave me a speech thanking me for how much I've already healed him from his past relationship.

After we cleaned up the kitchen together we walked over to my parent's house hand in hand.

Walking through the door, my mom was sitting on the island and didn't even turn around at the sound of the front door opening.

"Hey guys!" - you

"Hey, sweetie- oh, and Joe!" - your mom

My mom had turned around rather slowly mid-sentence and was surprised to see Joe with me.

"Hey." - Joe smiled

"So what have you two been up to?" - your mom

"Well... our first night and morning as a couple was pretty good!" - you smiled

"A couple!? Are you guys official?!" - your mom

Joe and I looked at each other with huge smiles, he squeezed my hand and nodded to me to tell me to say yes.

"Yup." - you smiled

My mom practically jumped out of her seat and ran over to us, pulling us both into a hug.

"Oh my gosh, I'm ecstatic for you guys. I just know you'll make each other so happy as boyfriend and girlfriend. I've been waiting for this moment since you two were born." - your mom

"We already have made each other pretty happy. Right, baby?" - Joe grinned

"Right." - you smiled back at your boyfriend

"You guys are so sweet. Your dad is on the back porch drinking his coffee, by the way." - your mom

I nodded and led Joe outside to the back deck, my dad immediately smiled when he saw me walking out.

"Hey pumpkin- oh and Joe's with you."  - your dad chuckled

He was sitting in one of the chairs so Joe and I opted for the loveseat across from him.

"You two seem awfully happy, what's happened since yesterday evening?" - your dad

"We went on a date." - you grinned

"Yeah? When will you guys finally get together? It's clear you guys want each other, and there are no doubt shared feelings between the two of you." - your dad

"That's actually what we're here for. We have something to tell you." - Joe

I looked over at Joe and felt a slight pain in my cheeks from how much I'd been smiling the past couple of days.

"Yeah, what's that?" - your dad

Joe laced his fingers with mine and gently squeezed my hand, my dad immediately noticed the action.

"We're dating." - you

Both Joe and I started getting worried when seconds had passed and my dad hadn't shown any reaction. He was just talking about how we should get together, and now he's silent?

"Really?" - your dad

"Yeah, Joe's my boyfriend." - you grinned

Joe felt himself blushing when you called him that, he'd never get tired of hearing it.

"Is this a prank?" - your dad

"What? No." - you

"Well then, congrats. You guys complement each other very well. Joe, have you told your parents yet? I'm sure your mom will be thrilled." - your dad

"We haven't yet no. We are tonight." - Joe

"Oh okay, sounds good. I'll try to keep your mother from saying anything, y/n." - your dad

"Good luck with that!" - you laughed

Joe and I stood up off the couch and started to walk back inside when my dad called my name.

"Hey, y/n. One more question." - your dad

"Yeah?" - you

"Does this mean you're going to be outta the house soon?" - your dad laughed

I looked at Joe when he busted out laughing at my dad's comment.

"Hopefully that's where it's heading. I'm in it for the long run Sir." - Joe grinned

"Good. Now you two get outta here. I love you both!" - your dad

Joe's hand on the small of my back led me back into the house where my mom was patiently waiting at the bar in the kitchen.

"So how'd that go?" - your mom

"Good! He asked if us being together meant I was going to be outta that house soon." - you laughed

My mom laughed and shook her head at her husband's comment.

"Don't feel pressured to move out just because you have a boyfriend now, you're welcome here as long as you need." - your mom

"I appreciate it." - you smiled

As much as I love my parents, as soon as Joe asks me to move in with him, I'm out of here.

Because who wouldn't want to live with their boyfriend who's also their best friend?

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Authors note: Long time no see with SWBT, but a sweet anon encouraged me to post!

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

[aloneinthehellfire]

Eight Months (Part 2)

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n went missing at the end of spring. A note was left explaining that after her father, Bob Newby, died, she just couldn’t bear to stay in Hawkins. The others were shocked but after gaining no leads on where she could be, they had to accept that she was gone. But when summer rolls in and Hawkins starts getting scary, Steve and Dustin find themselves venturing into a Russian base and uncover more secrets than they bargained for.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: swearing, torture, mentions of blood, knives, needles, mentions of a drug

[A/N: So I’ve written loadssss for this but it was super long and I’ve had to split it into separate parts so I promise it gets better. Will be posting Part 3 as soon as I have time outside of uni!]

Eight Months [Masterlist]

Eight Months: The Serum

[Part Two]

“What are they going to do to him?”

Robin’s voice was small and quiet, knees brought up to her chest as he sat across from you, cautiously eyeing the cuts and bruises across your body. She already knew, the fear had latched onto her mind even before Steve was dragged off by the Russians. But she had to hear it from you.

“Do you really wanna know?” You counter, lips tightening as her head nods slowly. “Um… it’s his first time, so they’ll just keep asking who he works for, how he got in… all that shit. And when he doesn’t give an answer they like… let’s just say we’re gonna have matching bruises.”

“Shit.” Robin mutters, squeezing her eyes shut and resting her head on the wall behind her.

You watch her intently, the worry and fear that she is radiating. She and Steve were obviously close, as friends or more, you weren’t certain of. You couldn’t deny the jealous pit of anxiety in your stomach just thinking of the possibility. You had been in love with Steve Harrington since middle school. You stuck with him even when he lost himself to Tommy and Carol, being his reminder that he was better than them, that he actually was a nice guy. You even supported his relationship with Nancy Wheeler despite how much you and her had despised eachother.

And now you find out that it’s been eight months since you disappeared. A lot can happen in eight months. If she made him happy, you were just gonna have to put up with it. And make sure that they both make it out of here alive.

“First time.” Robin mutters and you whip your head up to see she was looking at you, “You said it’s his first time.”

“Yeah.” You nod, avoiding her eyes as you look to the ground. “It took them more than a few punches to actually believe that I’m not some kind of spy.”

“I’m sorry.” Robin offers and you shrug, “Seriously. If anyone had known-”

“It’s fine.” You smile sadly.

“No.” She suddenly shuffles her way over to you, sitting cross legged in front of you with a worried frown. “Steve talked about you all the time. Like, all the time. It was kind of annoying actually. The urge to hit him with a scoop grew bigger every day.”

You chuckle at her words.

“But…” She continues, reaching out and tapping the tip of your shoe, “I know for a fact that Steve would have come here guns-a-blazing if he had known.”

You open your mouth to speak but the distant footsteps echoing in the corridor brought you to your feet immediately. It took Robin a few seconds longer to understand before she was right up with you. Instinctively grabbing her hand, you squeeze it for comfort as you both stare to the door, waiting.

It swings open, two guards stood there with ropes in their hands. You knew exactly how this went.

“Stay still and do what they say.” You whisper to the girl next to you. Her eyes widen before a guard suddenly drags her forward.

“Hands.” He orders with a thick accent. She looks to you while doing what she was told, wrists suddenly bonded together.

You hold out your own to the other guard, your hands quickly tied together before you and robin are escorted from the room. Walking down the corridor in complete silence is something you’ve grown accustomed to. In fact, you knew it took exactly 14 steps to reach the room they usually threw you in.

13. 14. And you were there, the door being opened before a guard stops the other, looking to you.

“The boss wants her.” He speaks in Russian and your eyes widen. They had no idea you understood what they were saying but they kept the conversation brief.

You suddenly were pulled away, Robin’s startled reaction causing her to try and move to you, yelling when she was thrown into the room and out of view.

Panic flowed through your body as you were taken down a hallway you hadn’t seen before.

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“Get your hands off me!” Robin yells as she’s thrown onto the floor, the door locked behind her.

As she turns her head from the fall, back already hurting from the contact, her eyes widen. Steve was led next to her, barely moving. And blood covered his face.

“Steve? Steve?!” She patted his face as best she could with bonded hands, fear rushing in. You were right. They had tortured him just like they tortured you.

Another door opens into the room, and Robin turns to look. She could almost feel the blood drain from her body when she recognised him as the man that had taken Steve before.

“What did you do to him?” She begs, angry. “What did you do?!”

Her efforts get her nowhere when a sharp slap is sent across her cheek, knocking her back to the ground.

Russian words are spluttered out everywhere around her as she’s dragged towards a chair, back to back with Steve who still wasn’t responding. She had never felt more terrified and alone in her life. Steve could be dying, and she couldn’t help him. You could be dying and that terrified her. You could already be dead.

“Steve? Steve?” Robin begged for him to wake up, to let her know she wasn’t the only one left. “Steve, can you hear me? Don’t touch him! Steve!”

“I think your friend need a doctor.” The man spoke in broken English, a cruel smile on his face. “Good thing… we have the very best.”

Once they all break out into mocking laughter, Robin took her opportunity. She spat, directly into his face, refusing to show her fear. She had dealt with cruelty all her life, and she’d be dammed if she let another person break her down.

“You are going to regret that, suchka.” He threatens, holding her gaze until she felt her fear bubbling to the surface. She had seen your scars. And you didn’t seem like the person who had given up easy.

But, to her relief, they left the room.

“Somebody help!” She shouted out once they had left, praying Dustin and Erica had gone to the authorities. “Help! Help!”

“Hey, would you stop yelling?”

Steve’s grumbling voice almost made her cry in joy.

“Steve! Oh my god!” She breathed. He was alive. “Steve… are- are you okay?”

“My ears are ringing, and I can’t really breath.” He states, the pounding in his head only worsening from the harsh hues of artificial lights. “And my eye feels like it’s about to pop out of my skull, but, you know, apart from that, I’m doing pretty good.”

“Well,” Robin nods, trying to find a silver lining. “the good news is that they’re calling you a doctor.”

Steve finally raises his head as Robin chuckles nervously, focusing on the room before a frown appears on his beaten face. “Where… where’s Y/n?”

“I don’t know.” She admits, shaking her head. Steve’s heart rate quickens. “They- they took her into a different room. God, and she looked scared at whatever they said. I don’t understand Russian as well as that though, like the alphabet thing is all you’re getting from me.”

She pauses, tilting her head to the side as if she’d be able to see Steve. “Steve?”

“They’re gonna hurt her again.” He whispers out and Robin’s breath hitches.

“No-no.” She tries squirming against her restraints, “No, I’m sure she’s fine. Okay? She’ll be just fine.”

“It’s my fault.”

“No, Steve, it’s-”

“I told them.” He mumbles and Robin stills, silencing herself. “They kept asking and asking and asking and I… I got angry. I told them I knew Y/n.”

“Maybe they didn’t hear you?” Robin suggests with a high voice.

“It was the last thing I said before they knocked me out.” Steve groans, his face throbbing in pain. “She only just convinced them she wasn’t a spy and I ruined it.”

“She’s strong.” Robin nods, mostly to herself, “And from what I heard, she’s a badass, right? She already made it eight months in this hell hold, she’ll be okay. Us, however? I’m not so sure. If we make it out of here, we’ll find her. We just need an escape…”

Her voice trails off and Steve frowns, looking back as best he could.

“So, okay, do you see that table over there to your right?” Robin’s plan was already forming in her mind, and it all rested on their capability of shuffling over to a scalpel.

“You lied to us.”

His voice was low, head staring out of the lab window.

Being dragged from Robin had sent you spiralling, wondering what they were doing to do to you, but mostly her. You didn’t know the girl, barely met her half an hour ago, and yet you were afraid for her. She didn’t deserve any of this. Steve didn’t deserve any of it.

The room they had taken you to was new this time. You had barely enough time to take in the giant windows overlooking busy bodies in a computer lab before your eyes drifted to the giant laser in the building, pointing at a gate into the Upside Down.

You had known they were trying to open another gate, courtesy of your ability to pick up languages pretty quickly, but you hadn’t expected them to be getting this far. The rift was already being torn through with immense power. If they succeeded, Hawkins would have more than just the demo-dogs you faced last year to deal with.

Once the man in charge had returned to you, your instinct was to stay quiet. He was busy wiping away something from his face with a scowl, discarding the napkin in the palm of a Russian soldier’s hand before facing the windows and clearing the room.

So now, it was just him and you.

“Your friend told us.” He finally looks back at you as your heart dropped. “Tell me, are you working with these Americans?”

“I know him from middle school.” You say quietly, already expecting the worst. “What did you do to him?”

“Not as much as I’m going to do to you.” He sneered and your blood runs cold. “They won’t talk, that much is clear. But now I know their weakness. The boy seems to… care for you.”

Your mouth runs dry once you immediately understand. He was going to use you against them. And it was going to hurt.

“They aren’t a threat to you.” You insist, eyes drawing back to the gate. “If you let them go…”

His eyebrow perked up while you stay fixated on the red gaping hole inside the lab. You knew what they wanted from you, you’ve known it all along.

“I’ll tell you everything I know about that.” You point to the window and he smirks, glancing behind before walking straight towards you. Guards suddenly enter the room, grabbing your arms and keeping you still.

“Stupid American.” He tuts, grabbing your face and tilting to the side so he can see the scar on your eyebrow, the one he gave you with a knife months ago. “We don’t need your information. But we do need you for something else.”

Just as you went to question, a sharp blow to the side of your head blackened your vision and you fell into a deep sleep.

Robin’s plan had failed.

She had completely overestimated their abilities for spy work, her hope only landing them both on the floor, shoulders aching from the impact. Part of her was glad when the Russians came back and picked them off the floor. And then the dread set in. They were back for answers they didn’t like.

“Let us try this again.” The man says and Robin scowls at him.

He positions himself in front of Steve.

“Look, man. I already told you. I work at scoops, we were expecting a delivery-”

“Shush.” He orders and Steve closes his mouth. He really didn’t want another punch to the face. “We have different ways of finding the truth.”

“That is the truth, shithead.” Robin scoffs.

“Tell us or we kill her.”

Steve’s anxiety heightens when he walks to the girl behind him, on edge. “No, no. Me! Hurt me, not her!”

Robin waits for the pain but is surprised when the man circles back around, towards the door to their right. They both watch as it is swung open and someone is dragged in, a long streak of red running down the side of their face. You.

“Y/n!” They both yell and Steve immediately feels his heart drop.

“Now then,” The man smiles as they bring another chair in, situated where they both can see, and you are strapped down into it, head hung low. “Who do you work for?”

A choked sob leaves Robin’s lips as Steve sits frozen in fear. Eight months you had survived here. And it had all come crashing down because of a stupid mistake he had made.

“Please.” Robin begs, eyes staying on the wound to your head.

“She doesn’t have anything to do with this.” Steve tries and the man simply nods.

“Very well.” He snaps his fingers and another man enters the room, dressed in a white lab coat. ‘The Doctor’, they assumed.

The Doctor walks over to you and picks up the scalpel they had tried and failed to obtain earlier. In a swift motion, he brings it to your neck, causing them to scream out.

“No!”

“Stop!”

He holds it there while the man in charge laughs bitterly. “How sweet.”

“What the hell kind of doctor are you?” Robin pants. Her breath hitches once you begin to stir awake, a quiet groan leaving your lips as you blink away one hell of a burning headache.

“Ah, finally.” The man stands and walks to you. “For a moment, I thought we had hit you a little too hard.”

He takes the scalpel out of the doctors hand and takes his place, tugging hard at your hair to bring your face up.

“Leave her alone.” Steve spits out and you finally focus on the situation.

You had tried your best, you did, but you couldn’t help the whimper that left your lips when you felt the cool metal blade against your throat.

“Who do you work for?” He said again and your heart raced faster.

“Scoops Ahoy!” Robin yells, practically kicking and screaming, “It’s a shitty underpaid job that we had to get because of our shitty overpaid parents, okay? Just don’t hurt her!”

“I don’t like that answer.” He shrugs and slices at your throat enough to start tearing the skin, a trickle of blood slipping down as they yelled out. He stops pushing before he makes any real damage. “One last chance.”

Steve looks directly into your eyes and he feels sick. He’s stuck in a chair, the fight already leaving him from the torture, and you were one slice away from death. And he couldn’t do anything to help.

Death didn’t really scare you anymore. In fact, you’d been expecting it for a while. But knowing that your best friend would have to watch the life drain from your eyes? Not a single cell in your body could allow him to see that.

So, you did what you had to. You lied.

“They don’t know anything because they don’t know I’m a spy.” You choke out and Steve’s eyes widen. He knew you were lying, after all he had known you for years. He just couldn’t believe you were going to sacrifice yourself for them.

“Finally.” The man chuckles.

“She’s lying.” Steve blurts and you try and shake your head at him. What was he doing?

The man looks between you both with a scowl on his face. “I am not finding this humouring any more.”

“Just let them go and I’ll tell you everything.” You insist.

“No, he’s right, she’s lying.” Robin chimes in. She didn’t know you well but you had proven yourself to her long before this moment. There was no way she was letting either of her friends die down here.

You could almost cry at their words. They didn’t know you had given up. You needed an escape just like they did. But ‘escape’ meant very different things.

“Hm.” The man beside you slowly nods, bringing the knife down from your neck. “It seems no one wants to tell the truth.”

“Or you just won’t accept the truth.” You grumble and he laughs at you.

“I like you.” He continues to chuckle, The Doctor beside you hiding a snicker. “You are feisty.”

“You have no idea.” You spit, trying to think of a way out. You knew what was coming next. This wasn’t your first encounter with The Doctor.

The man nods his head briefly and The Doctor walks to his table, messing about with vials of blue liquid you’ve come into contact with one too many times. He stands in front of Steve with a scowl on his face.

“Try telling the truth this time, yes?” He strokes the hair out of Steve’s face. “It will make your visit with Dr. Zharkov less painful.”

“Wait a second, wait. Wait, wait, wait!” Steve tries to scurry away from the giant needle headed his way and you struggle against your restraints.

“No!” You yell, “Leave him alone you mudak!”

The Doctor abruptly stops, the needle barely a centimetre away from piercing Steve’s skin.

“What did you just say?” The man in uniform narrows his eyes and you smirk.

“I’m sorry,” You tilt your head, “did you want me to translate for you?”

“So… the little girl knows Russian, eh?” He steps closer to you and his hand flies to grab at your face, hard.

“Shit, leave her alone!” Steve panics as he watches the Doctor bring the needle towards you instead.

The needle is pointed at your neck and your breath hitches, your glare never leaving the man’s face.

“Change of plan.” He suddenly says and you frown. “We should not give this American what she wants.”

The Doctor smiles before turning and plunging the needle into Steve’s neck.

You and Robin scream, thrashing about so much it would give you whiplash. Then, the needle is injected into Robin’s skin and you feel the colour drain from your face. You knew what the serum did; calming your nerves just enough to send you a little loopy, perfecting the vulnerable state that would make you spill out information to anyone who asked.

But you knew that most people didn’t survive it unless they could reject it from their systems in the next hour. You just needed to remember how to get the drug out. You needed to remember.

You squeeze your eyes shut as The Doctor approaches you, finding no reason to fight. The last you felt was the sharp prick of cool metal against your skin.

To be continued…

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[sweetbydarkness]

I hated this but i'll post It anyway

Siblings

Mammon, satan, fem!MC, all platonic, probably with a Lot of errors and very ooc, i didn't know How i would write this.

It's been a while since i got here in the Devildom and started living with the brothers, and It serem that they've gotten a liking for me. Which is good, because i've gotten a liking for them too, and that helps after all that passed. But i can't say exactly how they feel towards me, since im way younger than them.

When Diavolo made the list of possible human students he mistook my age for somebody older, and when Lucifer choose the papers he let that slide, so the second exchenge student is a 15 year old girl. All of the demons were extremely surprised at that news and they were a little uncorfortable with my presente for some time, but eventualy everybody got accustomed, and even started to take more of a protective atitude, which took a longe time until i proved It wasn't necessary. Now i just lived in HoL trying not to get arrested after being part of their "adventures".

"Hey mc!"

"Oh, hey Mammon"

"Where are you going?"

"Satan's room, i wanted to see If he got the book i wanted. Wanna come?"

"Yeah sure"

And we walked away. Earlier that month i asked Satan to buy i book for me with the money Diavolo gave me as a present, It was the last book of a series of cursed books that i was super interested and i really wanted to finish, like REALLY wanted.

When we got to satan's room i knocked on his door with a little rhythm and waited him to open his door.

"Who's there- oh hey mc, and Mammon"

"Hi satan"

"Heya"

"What do you need?"

"Remember the book i asked you to find for me? Did you get It?"

"Oh... Sorry, but while i was looking for It i found out that is a extremely rare book, and all the copies have owners"

"Are you serious?"

"Sadly yes."

"Oh...okay then"

"Hey! Dont worry we'll find a copy for you!"

"But satan Just said that all the copies have owners"

"Are you doubting your big brother?"

"Yes of cour- wait, my what?"

"Her what Mammon?"

"Ah.. um... Hmm-"

"Mammon, i know all of us have gotten a affection for her but you dont know If she see us that way too, pra If she is confortable with us referring ourselfs as hers 'big brothers' "

"I wasn't referring myself as her big brother It was Just a way of-"

"I dont mind"

"Ahn?"

"You dont?"

"No i dont! I even find a bit comforting really"

"Ah- see Satan! She dosen't mind!"

"Well, in that case that's good, but even still you should be more careful, stupid mammon"

"Just... This isn't a Lilith related thing, right?"

"..."

Mammon put his hands on my shoulders, in a way to Reinforce what he was going to say

"It is not. You're note Lilith and we dont see you that way. That...." He seemed to consider If he would really say what he was thinking "what i Said wasn't in a bit related to that, dont you worry."

Satan sighed "i know i can't say much but i can say that nobody here see you that way. You're you, and that's enough."

Mammon let go of my shoulder after giving It a reassuring squeeze

"How about we alredy go looking for It hm? Maybe that Will lift your mood!"

"With what money hm?"

"Oh! Erm..... "

"I Will Go with you both, you would need my help to find It anyway."

"Thanks Satan"

"No problem Darling"

"Okay, lets Go!"

And the tree of us left to search for the book. Ata that moment i knew i had another family, one that loved me Just as much i loved them. That made me happy, i wasn't alone, not anymore.

[prideofcelestia]

Congratulations again, now here's my proper ask for the event..

I'm a bi she/her. I'm 5'5 and my mbti type is intj. I'm also a dec sagittarius. I'm someone who values respect and freedom over anything else which sometimes makes me wonder if pride is my sin but when i do explode after trying to keep prim and proper, i fear my anger myself. I'm often compared to a grumpy cat and i also say that I'm an old soul. I have a bad anxiety but my face deceives my emotions and make me appear unapproachable. My love language is acts of service and words of affirmation, but once I'm really comfortable with the other person i get clingy that it almost gives me a separation anxiety. Although I'd step back if that person's happiness is with someone else. For me, the happiness my loved ones matters the most. I haven't dated yet because i also fear the heartache yet i yearn for one lovely connection, a soulmate who'd understand me even if my face remains neutral. On a lighter note, I'm mostly into mature type but if i happen to fall for someone a little childish then i guess it can't be helped. I'll babysit them for the rest of my life as I've been doing for my friends.

I'm really sorry for making this long but my hands couldn't stop typing ;-;

bsjwkk dw buddy! don't be sorry! i enjoyed reading it. ^_^

*drumroll* i match you with

solomon

with a man like solomon who both values and is accustomed to respect owing to his knowledge and freedom due to his immortality and lack of close bonds, reciprocating these for his partner comes naturally. life is a wonderful gift and you bring additional colour and warmth to it. he prioritises your comfort and understands your boundaries because those are a part of you and he loves everything about you. he accepts all of you - the parts that you love and the parts that you feel are your flaws.

with pranks up his sleeves and teasing words at the tip of his tongue, he can be quite trying. when you eventually explode because of his antics and lash out despite not wanting to, he knows how to own up to his mistake. yes, he took it too far if it upset you because that was never the aim. he is sincere in his apologies when your emotions overtake you. if you need him by your side, that is exactly where you will find him. in case the reason of your anger is something else, he is willing to hear your side of the story and offer his opinions. wanting the best for you, he points out when he thinks that you are in the wrong without sugarcoating his words.

he understands that you feel guilty after letting your rage out, and he tries to reduce the negative feelings as best as he can. mentioning some experiences from the past, he tries to make you feel normal about your heartaches. "shhh, my love, i am here for you. don't overthink and put all the blame on yourself. that's unfair. you are not alone. tell me how you feel. i am all ears."

he tries to make you smile and lose any awkwardness you may have. in private, he is extremely sweet and tells you how he enjoys your company even if you two are just hanging out for fun.

"two old souls belong together," is something he often whispers while hugging you tightly.

"my happiness lies in your smile, my grumpy kitten. so, as long as you are with me and love me and let me make you happy, i think i can survive a few more centuries... pleasantly."

he indulges you and finds extreme joy when you act clingy. with a smug smirk, he pats your head, rubs your back and says, "oh? you must be too deeply in love with me to wanna be so close always. haha not that i am complaining, i think it's really cute. i wish the brothers could see us like this. imagining their conflicted expressions is a lot of fun."

he is glad that you adjust so well. he can be mature and mischievous in the same breath, giving quite a logical solution while pissing everybody in the room off with his next words. he sometimes wants to baby you while at other times, he wants to be babied by you. you make him so happy that he wants to bask in your very essence, be it while helping you with your tasks judiciously or being playful by holding you prisoner in his arms. keep looking after him and come to him in your hour of need.

[sunny6677]

Flames.

Summary: Skid is saved from a situation he never thought he'd be in. But now he has to heal from everything he went through. And he doesn't know how.

Chapter 7: An Outing.

TWS: SKID IS TRAUMATIZED, BUG MENTIONS, TRAUMA IMPLICATIONS, IMPLIED VAGUE KIND OF FLASHBACKS OR AT LEAST BAD MEMORIES????, KIDNAPPING IMPLICATIONS.

(SERIOUSLY. SKID GOES THROUGH A LOT IN THIS SHIT. BE WARNED. YES, THIS IS A STORY ABOUT HIM SLOWLY HEALING FROM HIS TRAUMA, OR AT LEAST TRYING TO. BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN ITS NOT SOMEWHAT DARK. BE WARNED. DONT WORRY THOUGH, IT DOESNT ROMANTICIZE ANY OF THE DARK THINGS IN IT THOUGH. IT IS POTRAYED AS A BAD THING. THIS IS JUST ABOUT SKID HEALING FROM A BAD EXPERIENCE.)

(I ALSO PARTIALLY WROTE THIS STORY TO KINDA COPE WITH MY TRAUMA, SINCE WRITING ABOUT PEOPLE SLOWLY HEALING FROM THEIR TRAUMA KINDA MAKES ME FEEL BETTER ABOUT MY OWN EXPERIENCES.)

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Skid and Pump stared at the door as it opened, their conversation and game interrupted by such a portrayal of sudden light. The door creaked, and in its light of blinding luminance was revealed a figure. Of course, it was just someone they knew. It was Skid's mother. Skid couldn't help but feel a little anxious though whenever doors opened, as he had grown accustomed to the sounds of opening doors being a sign of danger.

Skids mother walked in, a smile on her face. Though by the twitch of the line on her lips that was curled up into a smile, Skid could tell that she was forcing it somewhat. Why she was, he didn't know. Yet even so, he remained quiet. His mother then said in a chipper manner, "Hey, kids! You wanna get ice-cream now? I think we can probably go now since I've changed and everything.". She appeared to be in a slightly different outfit, merely wearing a white dress and black boots.

"Uh.. su—sure, Ms. Lila!" Pump tried saying, with a nervous grin on his face. Pump then turned back to Skid, his gaze fixed upon him. "Come on, let's go get ice-cream together!" He held out his hand, and took Skid's hand in his. It was his own silent way of saying, "Hey, let's just forget about what happened, okay?".

"Uh.. o—okay. I think I might have to change though." Skid replied, nervously taking his hand out of Pump's grip. Pump looked at him for a moment while arching a brow, but he then slowly nodded, "..well, okay. If you say so.."

As Pump walked out of the room, Skid's mother raised a brow at the odd tension in the room. Though of course, she said nothing. She then pulled out a few clothes from the drawer in Skid's room, and handed them to him. With a smile, she said, "Just change into them and we'll be out here waiting for you, okay?".

Skid nodded, softly smiling. His mother gave one last smile, before walking out of the room.

Skid looked at the clothing he received as his mother closed the door. It wasn't anything too special. Just a dark purple t-shirt, some black pants and shoes that were his size. He had to admit, it was at least nice being able to wear clothing like this after so long of being forced to wear the same thing thing say.

An unknown flickered at the back of Skids head. It felt wrong, but he didn't know what felt wrong. Everything was fine now. He wasn't in the hands of someone he didn't even know anymore. Yet it persisted in his mind.

Even so, he shook his head, and changed into his clothes.

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Sunlight blazed it's comforting glow against the town, and a warm but almost unbearable air filled the atmosphere. The light blue sky practically glittered with clouds of white stuffing that resembled cotton. Birds chirped, bugs buzzed. As of now, the three had already left the house. Skid had his hand held in his mother's hand, while Pump walked near him and stumbled around while grinning.

"And then we can go get candy cans together!" Pump cheered. He had been.. kind of doing this for the past few minutes now. He kept exclaiming the endless possibilities that could come now that Skid was back. Skid didn't exactly know what to say in response to all of his suggestions, but he listened with a smile the best he could. "Yeah.. and then I can see Kevin again!" Skid suggested softly in a tone meeker than Pump's.

Pump grinned in response to this. His hands balled up and rocketed to the air. And from his mouth, he exclaimed, "Yay!". Despite it having been a year since he last saw Pump, he was still ever the excited one. It was at least nice to see nothing much had changed. His mother didn't exactly question who Kevin was since she had already known about him due to the various times Skid had rambled about his day and mentioned him in it.

She seemed to be off in her own head, in her own thoughts. Occasionally, she'd look at the two, and she'd smile. But she was oddly quiet the entire time. Skid couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Silence did unnerve him a little, but only for the reason that it just scared him in general. He was always so used to being loud before being taken away that silence grew to scare him a little.

Of course, Skid tried not to comment on this. Instead, he noticed that most of the buildings hadn't changed much either. All of them looked about the same, except for a few new things here and there, and occasionally, there would be something he didn't remember being in a certain place. The suburban town hadn't changed just as he hoped. Though he wondered how many times someone from his town came to the beach and didn't realize that he was there..

He shook his head. He couldn't think about that. He didn't want to think about that.

"...are.. you okay?" Pump asked, seeming to have noticed him shaking his head. Skid looked at him, and blinked. "O—Oh.. yeah, I'm fine! I was just thinking about.. something."

"Oh. Okay!" Pump smiled, quickly accepting it. Pump then said, "Maybe we can make a new costume so we can continue to be spooky!"

That was right. A new costume. Skid only gave Pump another little smile, "Yeah.. maybe. I don't really know how to make a costume though."

"That's okay! I think I know enough from arts and crafts at school!" Pump cheered, his tone chipper as ever. Skid only looked at Pump once more, and gave a slow nod. "..well, if you say so.."

As Pump continued talking, his speech became somewhat muffled to Skid. He thought about going to see Kevin again. But.. the thought of the very building he also worked in occurred in his mind. For a moment, it was there, like a frozen image stuck in his mentality.

Skid held back the urge to shake his head, and only shut his eyes tightly as to not worry Pump. There was no use in thinking of that. Everything was fine.

Everything was fine.

Everything.. was fine.

He didn't need to worry anymore.

...right?

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The three continued to walk along a different sidewalk for quite some time, passing a few weird things here and there. There was a broken fire hydrant nearby that people appeared to be trying to fix. There were two monarch butterflies that were following eachother, occasionally dipping down into nearby flowers. The warm air reminded Skid of the metal feeling of a hot car seat. Or at the very least, the feeling of hot metal. Hot metal was a very painful thing to have to endure after all.

Though as they walked, Skid's mother spoke. "Hey, son. I was thinking.. what if we went for some candy after we get some ice-cream? You and Pump we're talking about that, right?"

Skid looked up, and he blinked. "Oh—yeah! I think I want some candy anyway. I haven't had any in so long.."

"Yeah! We should get lots of spooky candy! Like chocolate and gumdrops and candy cans!" Pump grinned. Skid looked over at Pump, and only chuckled slightly. "..yeah."

He then went quiet. He could feel Pump's gaze on him. A bead of sweat went down his little face.

He then heard his mother speak. "..uh, are you sure you'll be okay—"

Then, a masculine but familiar voice suddenly echoed loudly from a nearby white van. "Kid?!"

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FINALLYYYYYY I WROTE IN IT JSJEMEJE PROCRASTIONATION IS A BITCH HOLY SHIT

[charliedawn]

Could you write Arthur, Dr Strange, five, and some slashers of your choice reacting to meeting a new patient that can turn into a dinosaur? Like they can just randomly turn into an allosaurus and cause a whole bunch of chaos and like they can't communicate normally but theyre concious and know exactly what theyre doing.

(Here is how I imagined it. Your power only activates when you're angry or upset, like the Hulk, which means you don't control your powers. You transform into a dinosaur recurrently and even though St Louis tried to keep it a secret and keep you calm at all times, there are things they can't exactly control. A military organization found out and decided you would make quite the asset. The hospital had no choice but to agree. You were to be taken to another facility for military training, but the news made you angry and it triggered your power as you were about to get transferred.)

It was your big day. The nurses kept talking about it, saying that you would shortly be removed from the premises.

For some reason, it didn't settle right with any of the residents.

They had had the time to get used to you after the few days you had been here, and they also knew that you had grown accustomed to them.

But, they had no choice in the matter.

Besides, the head nurse had reassured them that it was only for a short while, the time you would get your powers under control..

They had allowed it. It was in your best interest after all..They didn't know that you would be trained to become a killing machine.

But, they should have known. Nothing is ever quite as it seems.

Arthur *sees a wall crumble to the floor as you transformed* : "I think this is my cue to leave.." *runs away*

Arthur is not a hero. He will not try to find a solution or stick around to get crushed. He will probably try to escape and leave the rest of the slashers or hospital staff to deal with you.

Besides, the guy is still human and knows when it’s time to leave, he would probably skedaddle in a heartbeat.

I mean..A dinosaur ? Arthur has seen a lot of crazy things in his life, but that gets the cake.

He will not end his life in the stomach or under the foot of..whatever you are.

He would run. Clearly.

However, once he would find out that you are still you and conscious inside, he would then try to calm you down and turn your power into his advantage.

Joker *suddenly stops and while everyone is running out, comes back to you and makes sure to catch your attention**throws little stones in your direction* : "Hey, Y/N..Is that you, dear ? What's wrong ? Come on. You know you can tell me anything.."

You didn't answer, you kept staring at him and then moved your head forward.

Joker was about to run away again, but he fought against his flight instinct and stayed put.

You then moved your large snout just a few inches away from him and took a long inhale, as if to try to identify him.

Joker closed his eyes, ready to be snapped in two by your large teeth and couldn't but laugh at the thought..The great Joker, eaten alive by a dinosaur.

A death fit for a legend.

However, he didn't feel any pain and slowly opened them again.

He looked back at you and saw that you were waiting for something..

He then hesitantly pressed his open hand against your snout and you closed your eyes.

You felt safe around him..

He then understood that you only wanted to be reassured, to stay by his side, to stay with him..

He smiled and nodded understandingly.

"Fine..If you don't wanna go..How about we get out of here ? You and I ?"

He could feel your eagerness at the news and smiled before pointing at the wall you had destroyed, leaving a gap for you both to escape.

You understood and let him climb on your back.

You then escaped.

Once you were far enough, he would probably ask you to follow him to Gotham.

He would then send you wreck havoc in the city and watch Batman struggle fighting a giant dinosaur.

He would have the laugh of his life.

Arthur *claps loudly behind you* : "BRAVO ! BRAVO ! Again !"

Mad until the end.

Five *hears a loud roar and turns around to find a dinosaur running towards him* : "I'm tired of this bullsh*t !" *teleports away*

Five would be shocked at the news that the dinosaur is you, but also kind of jaded.

He would go to the kitchen and serve himself a cocktail while the world around him turns to chaos.

He had to save the world a lot of times and wouldn’t mind letting someone else take care of it for a while.

This is why he would also call any other superhero to do the job.

He has suffered enough, and would seat back while watching The Justice League or the Avengers try to solve the problem.

But, he would still make sure you are treated right and to explain the situation to whoever he called to help.

He would also comment on all of the successes and failures like a TV commentator.

Five *winces when he sees Batman flying through the air and crash on a car* : "Oof. Nice kick, Y/N. That must hurt." *takes a long sip of his drink*

Once the chaos over and you turned back to your human self, he would then teleport to grab you and take you to safety before any of the heroes may lock you in a cell.

He may leave the hard work for others, but he wouldn’t abandon you.

Five *smiles reassuringly at you while you are both hiding* : "I'll find a way to make you stay. I promise."

Stephen *shakes his head in disbelief and pained resignation* : "Why can’t I have one moment of peace ? Am I asking too much ? I had to face Wanda, and now I have to deal with this ? COME ON, UNIVERSE ! GIVE ME A BREAK !"

Stephen would first try to find out who/what you are.

He would also make sure you’re not an actual dinosaur that he would have to send back to another time/dimension.

He would forget it after finding out that you’re also human and get some information on you and how to turn you back into normal.

However, his main concern would be the civilians around the hospital, freaking out because a dinosaur appeared in the middle of the street.

Stephen is a hero and would probably try to see if he can reason with you and get you back into your human form, or at least get you away from the people.

He would then either arrest you it there are human casualties, or try to find a way for this to never happen again if there are none.

He would have a talk with the hospital staff and head of administration, as well as the people that were supposed to "take you".

Stephen *to the hospital’s head of staff and the military organization* : "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY “UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES” ?! I don’t want excuses, I want insurance that this will never happen again !"

He will then wait until you wake up before trying to understand what made you so upset in the first place and find a way to help you.

Stephen *smiles* : "You want to stay ? Fine. I'll find a way to let you stay with your friends, but no more dinosaur tantrum, deal ?"

"YESYESYESYESYES ! BIG Y/N ! YOU'RE HERE !"

If you thought Penny wouldn't figure it out instantly, you are gravely mistaken.

Penny can read minds and would make his prime objective to see you turn into a dinosaur.

He would smell your fear to hurt people the moment you would step in the hospital and use that to make you lose your cool.

Penny would be excited and clap his hands together when seeing you transform for the first time.

He would have another friend to cause chaos and destruction with and would even transform into another dinosaur to terrorize the staff and other patients.

He would be 100% thrilled and even come to prefer your dinosaur self. 😂

He would play with you or spar and love the fact that you can actually fight back.

He doesn't have a lot of people he can compete with, as none of his slashers have his shape-shifting abilities and would be crushed under his foot in a matter of seconds.

He tried to spar with Pennywise, but he isn't much of a good sport..

This is why he would take the opportunity to test his own abilities with you as a fighting partner.

Penny *giggles in amusement as you bite his ankle and whip his cheek with your tail* : "DINOSAUR ! FUN !"

However, he would wait until he is sure you can handle it before using his full power against you.

In that case, the whole hospital and its residents would have to be evacuated.

Penny *smiles largely before flashing his glowing yellow eyes at you* : "Let's play some more...Y/N."

The end of this fight could end in very different ways.

But, it would make one thing clear.

You wouldn't have to be moved anywhere, Penny wouldn't allow it.

You're his friend now, and whoever tries to make you leave ? They'll have to face Penny first..

Pennywise was rocking back and forth in his usual spot—behind the hospital and near Freddy's garden—when he felt it.

He didn't know what was going on at first, he just heard loud screams inside and felt the ground shake.

He fell to the ground and growled in annoyance at whoever had dared interrupt his moment of peace.

But was taken aback when he saw a dinosaur crashing through a window of the hospital and letting out a loud angry roar before chewing on an agent that was shooting at it.

He stayed stunned for a few seconds, as he had never seen a dinosaur before, except on TV or in children's comic books.

However, it didn't take him long to figure it out as he took a long inhale and recognized your scent.

"Wait a minute...Y/N ?! Is that you ?!"

You stilled at the name and while everyone was running for their life, you turned your head towards him.

You stared at each other for a moment before Pennywise stood up and dusted his suit theatrically before pointing his finger at you and bursting out laughing.

"YOU'RE A BLOODY DINOSAUR ?! THAT'S HILARIOUS !"

Pennywise found the situation funny. He never thought he would actually meet a dinosaur, as they had disappeared a long time before either Penny or Pennywise were created.

However, he could see you were afraid and sighed before entering the hospital that was now empty.

He then did something unexpected.

He patted your leg.

Pennywise doesn't like touching or being touched, so for him to do this, he had to actually be worried for you.

He then let out a small tch and looked up at you with the closest to a genuine smile you had ever seen from him.

"Don't worry, kid..You're going to be okay. I promise. No one is gonna take you away. Not while I'm here to stop them.."

He waited until you were back to your human form and when the agents tried to take you, let's say, Pennywise held his promise.

He transformed into a gigantic spider and didn't hesitate before giving them them the biggest scare of their lives.

Even though Freddy isn't the type to care, he still thought he would come see you before your transfer..

You had been a last minute addition to the gang and yet here you were, packing your things already..

He still had the time to get attached though..

It was probably the reason he was knocking at your door in the middle of the night.

"You're in there, pal' ?"

At the lack of answer, Freddy decided to check on you and opened the door to peek inside.

The moment he took a look inside, he noticed how the place seemed wrecked and immediately worried something had happened to you.

"Hey, Y/N ! Are you there ?"

He entered and then, he saw you.

You were on your bed, sweating a lot and shivering at the same time..He didn't know what was happening, but then, his brain came up with the only plausible explanation.

He just stared at you for a moment before asking.

"Oh...That time of the month, huh ?", he joked.

He was answered by a loud annoyed groan and when you looked at him, your skin was greenish and your eyes were tinted red.

He understood something was definitely wrong when you roared at him and the force of it was such that it made him back away a couple of steps.

"ALRIGHT ! ALRIGHT ! I'm going ! Jeez..You really are grumpy."

But, when he tried to go, you growled and grabbed the back of his shirt with your teeth to keep him from going.

Freddy didn't understand, until he realized you wanted him to stay..But, why ?

He was about to ask when you roared again, but in pain this time as your whole body seemed to stretch and double in volume.

Freddy looked around for anything to help before running out of the room.

"I'll go search for help !"

But, before he could take a step outside, he was tackled to the ground from behind.

It wasn't really painful to him, but it did surprise him as he tried to wiggle his way out.

"HEY ! MOVE ! I'M TRYING TO GO GET YOU SOME HELP ! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, DINO-ZILLA ?! MOVE !"

You only huffed negatively and Freddy had no choice but to stay. He couldn't use his claws against you and decided to use his ultimate move..

"Sorry..But, you leave me no choice !"

He made you fall asleep and tried to talk to your sleeping-self instead, to understand why you were so upset.

When he found out where you were actually going and why you were so scared ? He felt very angry..

He made sure all of the staff members and patients in the hospital felt his wrath as they all suddenly woke up screaming.

You and Freddy woke up and then, when you were sure he wasn't going to run, you released him.

Freddy didn't move for a moment, but when he did, he slowly stood up and raised his gloved hand to look at it.

He had sworn to never use it again..But, one time couldn't hurt, right ?

He then looked at you and smirked.

"They want to take you away and see how far a freak can go ? They'll be served..You're not going anywhere, sweetheart. I'll make sure of that..."

Michael was surprised at the news of your transfer and wondered if you would be okay on your own.

He didn't know about your power, he just knew that whenever you would become frustrated or upset, nurses would bring you to another room and try to calm you down.

He had caught glimpses of your skin turning green, but never thought much about it.

However, as the unintentional entitled "father of the slashers", he still was worried about you being away from the hospital.

He could feel your growing anxiety and even though he would have preferred you to stay here, he knew it was in your best interest.

He witnessed your power a few hours before your transfer and as he had never confronted someone like you before, he didn't know what to do.

He then remembered that your power usually appeared when you were extremely angry or upset.

The sole thought of you being so distraught filled him with something akin to anger, but not quite..

Michael saw you run towards him, your impressive mouth wide open to chop down on whoever would get in your path.

He let Myers take over.

Myers wasn't afraid and stood his ground, only opening his arms wide.

At the sight, you suddenly stopped and Michael wrapped his arms around your big head, whispering reassurances.

Myers : "Ssh..Everything will be fine. No need to be afraid. We will not let anyone hurt you..Never."

At his reassuring words, your gigantic form slowly retreated to a normal size and your limbs came back to their usual form.

Your gripped Myers' jacket tightly and cried in his arms.

"I..I don't want to go.."

You confessed and Myers nodded understandingly.

Myers : "You won't..I'll stop them."

They thought they could take one of Michael/Myers' children ?

Great mistake.

Michael may be a good person, but he would never allow anyone to threaten his family.

And Myers ?

He would kill for his family.

No one would take you away, no matter how many they were or how well-trained they were..They wouldn't get passed Myers.

Happy End :

A few days later after the incident, the mysterious men were back, ready to take you and they were heavily armed with highly-advanced weapons this time.

"We have the direct order from the president of the United States to take the patient 089 into custody ! Anyone who will stand in our way will be obliterated to pieces !"

The slashers came out one after the other and you could feel the tension in the air. The slashers all stared at the men and Penny couldn't help but giggle.

"You humans are so cute with your little toys ! Thinking it could hurt us. How foolish.."

Pennywise nodded in agreement and you knew the clowns were eager to attack. They were already drooling. The hospital still had them in shackles and electric collars, but they could withstand the pain.

The slashers would handle it for as long a they could.

A heavy silence settled between the two sides, and you knew it would soon end up in a bloodbath if you couldn't stop them.

You were about to intervene, when Five ran out of the hospital and raised his hands to stop either side from attacking.

"STOP !"

They didn't move and waited until Five was no longer out-of-breath. He then turned towards tree agents and got out a paper where were written a couple of signatures.

"We petitioned. Y/N is to stay in St Louis. The order is coming directly from people higher than the president."

The agents looked at each other confused before one of them—probably the leader—stepped forward to take a look at the paper.

"What is the meaning of this ? Who ?"

He frowned while reading the list of the names, only seeing patients' and some of the staff members' names. But then, he reached the end of the list and his eyes widened.

"You must be kidding me.."

Five didn't answer his rhetorical question and only stepped back just as a large circle of bright light appeared and none other than Dr Strange came out.

"By the order of the Avengers and the Justice League, this resident must stay in St Louis for their own safety. We all agreed on it and you wouldn't want to oppose a decision made by the most powerful beings in the Universe, would you gentlemen ? Also, if you even think of moving them again ? I might just throw you all in an interdimensional portal to the Toïten dimension.."

The agent frowned in incomprehension at the unknown location.

"What is the Toïten dimension ?"

Stephen smiled enigmatically before shaking his head.

"Believe me. You don't want to now."

The agent glanced up at the slashers, still waiting for the verdict and then, he took couple of steps forward towards you. But the slashers made a protective wall as the agent leaned towards you to whisper.

"You will come to regret this..when your powers become out of control and you accidently kill one of your friends. I really wished you could see it the way we do."

You bit your lower lip nervously and didn't dare meet his eyes. Arthur then took a step forwards and raised his gun at the agent's head.

"I believe we were clear. They are staying with us. Now, if you could leave ? You can forget about making them one of your little test subjects. They're not interested."

The other agents pointed their guns back at the slashers, but the leader raised his hand to tell them to stand down, and they obeyed.

However, he didn't break eye contact until he was back next to his car and stopped for a moment before smiling.

"Don't forget, you may be powerful..But, you are still human. Even Superman has a weakness. It's only a matter of time before we find all of yours.."

He then came back in his car and they all drove away.

Stephen was about to leave when you pushed past the slashers to run towards him and tell him thank you.

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned back towards you with a small knowing smile and winked at you.

"No problem. It's what a hero does.."

He then disappeared in the portal and you smiled from ear to ear in pure joy. You could stay..You couldn't help but let out a scream of victory with your fists in the air.

"YES !"

But then, you frowned as a thought crossed your mind and you looked back at Five.

"Wait...But, how did you get the signatures of all those people in such a short time ?"

Five addressed you a sly smirk before shrugging.

"Who said I did ? Do you know that we can easily find the signatures of every superhero on the internet ? Very useful thing by the way..You can literally find everything on it."

Your eyes widened as you realized what he had done and you couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle and shook your head in disbelief.

"You are mad, Number Five.."

He gestured to the hospital and replied.

"Duh. Obviously.."

You ran to him and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you..Thank you so much."

He hesitated for a second before returning your embrace with a smile.

"You're very welcome..It wouldn't have been the same around here without you.."

You then pulled apart and you glanced up at the rest of the slashers and Arthur who smiled. But, his smile fell when he looked in the direction where the cars had disappeared in.

"That agent..He'll be back. We better be prepared. Something tells me he won't quit.."

You nodded and looked in the same direction as Arthur, his words repeating in your head.

You will come to regret this..

Determination filled your lungs as you knew the only one who would come to regret this, would be him.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

ruined, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Why is there a mostly shirtless man in your bedroom and why is it Kim Namjoon's, your roommate's, fault? All you want to do is play League of Legends, not be visually attacked by ridiculously attractive Jeon Jungkook as his six friends perform living room karaoke at the top of their very drunk lungs.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; classic Namjoon ripping clothes; you don't have to know how to play LoL, I explain most of it; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, begging, scratching / marking, nipple play, edging / orgasm denial, handjob, (unintentional?) voyeurism, little bit of cum-eating, choking, cowgirl, cock warming); non-idol!BTS – purple-haired, kind-of-a-brat, sub!Jungkook x gamer, noona, dom!reader, ft OT6 being chaotic in the background XD

@yn-the-reader linked me in this and I was already writing about him. a prophet, maybe? XD

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“WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS?”

You died.

Not literally, but also literally.

“Fuck!”

Now you had thirty-seven seconds of gray screen to figure out why the fuck Jeon Jungkook had busted into your bedroom on this cheerful night with his black dress shirt three-quarters of the way unbuttoned, revealing most of his – oh, sweet Satan, very muscular – pecs and the upper half of his abs. He was holding something in his hands, looking helpless and sad, while you were panic buying Liandry's Anguish and experiencing a special form of anguish yourself.

“Noona, um–”

That’s right, because you were in the middle of a League of Legends game, playing Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace, also known as half-snake lady or the lamia of the champion roster or a mean version of Monster Musume’s Miia (if you know, you know, and if you don’t, be glad you don’t). Your roommate was having friends over after going drinking. All this was fine and dandy with you, because you were going to spend all night wearing headphones and playing League of Legends, therefore ignoring the outside world, until the outside world came to bother you in the form of Kim Namjoon’s – your roommate’s – mostly shirtless friend Jeon Jungkook.

He wasn’t mostly shirtless most of the time, only right now.

“Noona, Namjoon-hyung ripped my shirt…” Jungkook whimpered hesitantly, chewing on his lip. He looked awkward and distraught despite his long dark purple hair giving him a rather fierce, bad-boy look.

Namjoon was a great roommate. He was smart, conversational, and insightful. A chat with him usually led to an enriching, open-minded perspective. He was relatively clean, considerate, communicative, nonjudgmental, fun to be around, and only set the kitchen on fire twice.

The second time was your fault.

You shouldn’t have let Namjoon in the kitchen the second time.

Also, Namjoon with his friends was a wildly chaotic time. All of his friends, especially drunk, were fucking nuts. Normally, they were probably relatively calm people (maybe not Kim Seokjin or Jung Hoseok, they were very excitable), but together they were a mess. You often wondered how they could function as a group.

Currently, however, you were trying to collect your brain cells as you had mere seconds before respawning onto the platform and were forced to play again. Timing in League of Legends was very important. Seconds can mess up wave management of minions and wave mismanagement can lead to game losses if you weren’t careful. The nuances of the game were often ignored by casual players.

You were, in short, a nerd about it.

“Fucking s-shit, what h-happened?” you sputtered out, turning back to your screen, unable to look at mostly shirtless Jungkook because he was MOSTLY SHIRTLESS. Honestly, he had quite nice pecs, and you should not be thinking about that, but it was incredibly distracting, just like how it used to be distracting when Namjoon was shirtless, but several years of living with him made you accustomed to his impressive pectoral muscles, to the point where you could joke about them with him.

But this was not Namjoon – this was his younger friend Jungkook and you had no idea Jungkook was ripped, mostly because you didn’t pay attention to Namjoon’s friends.

There were too many of them and you were too introverted for that.

“I don’t know, he just grabbed my shirt and it ripped and I managed to find all the buttons, but, but…”

Cassiopeia respawned on the platform and you couldn’t ignore the snake lady any longer. You had to play the game because four random people on your team were counting on you and you couldn’t exactly type, sorry, there’s a hot man in my room with his shirt practically off and I don’t know what to do with my life, so you had to suck it up and play the damn game.

Right-clicking and keeping your eyes only on your computer monitor.

Half-listening to that trembling, silvery voice coming up behind you, making your hairs stand on end even though all he was doing was dumping the tiny buttons on your desk.

Oh, fuck me, you thought to yourself.

“Can you repair it? Please? My mom bought me this shirt and Namjoon-hyung said you can sew, so maybe you can sew them back on? Please?”

“Yes, Jungkook, I can, just not right now, I’m in the middle of a game,” you rambled, suddenly trading damage with the enemy Viktor, trying to avoid the laser from the Machine Herald, swearing under your breath as you stutter-stepped and stunned him, poisoning him quickly enough with your abilities to avoid dying. “I will help you, I just – fucking shit, get the fuck away from me Udyr, fuck!”

“Wow, you curse a lot, noona. It’s kind of funny.”

“I – fuck– I mean, sometimes, and what are you guys doing out there? It sounds like a deranged cabaret club,” you remarked, ticking your head towards the direction of your bedroom door.

“Karaoke!” Jungkook replied brightly, still standing behind you, why was he standing behind you, it was freaking you out a little, but Ocean Dragon was being taken and a team fight was about to happen, so you had to ignore it and support your teammates in chasing down the enemy support.

Seokjin hit a high note that was so shrill that you heard it through your headphones.

“… Wow, he’s got some lungs on him.”

“Do you wanna join us, noona?”

“I can’t sing.”

“Neither can we.”

“Pretty sure all of you can sing better than I can, even Yoongi and Namjoon. I’m fucking terrible.”

“I’m not that good.”

You barely survived with thirty hit points after that debacle of a team fight, but your team had the dragon and you all were slowly on your way to victory. You pressed the ‘B’ key to return to base, but kept your eyes on the screen, lest Udyr, the Spirit Walker and serial bear stun-slapping enemy jungler, ran your ass down and killed you.

“Jungkook, your voice is absolutely heavenly. Fucking beautiful. I’m sure every human being on Earth would want to be serenaded by you.”

Silence that you didn’t notice was awkward for him because you were too busy letting out a sigh of relief and building your next item, typing quickly to your teammates. You all were about to set up for vision around Baron Nashor, a large purple worm-dragon monster that when killed provided a significant, sometimes game-ending buff.

“R… really?”

“Yeah, and you’re handsome, gorgeous, and hot as hell too, so the whole damn package,” you responded absentmindedly, realizing the enemy were trying to split-push and trade objectives so you sent some pings to your teammate to take care of that as you accompanied the main group to help clear waves of minions.

Heat.

You heard him shift beside you and suddenly his face was next to yours, watching your screen closely.

Side-step, cast your ultimate, cast your Miasma ability to ground the enemies and prevent them from dashing away, switching between auto-attacking and piercing them with Twin Fang, all in the span of a mild freak-out because why was Jungkook so FUCKING close?

“Wow, you’re so good at League.”

“I’m Diamond rank, so not that good, but definitely better than all seven of you combined.”

“Haha, true, we’re all pretty bad,” Jungkook laughed next to your ear and, oh, shit, is warm breath feathered on your neck, why weren’t you wearing a turtleneck or something and not your self-cropped oversized band t-shirt and slinky black leggings, why weren’t you cocooned in layers of clothes, because you were quickly highly aware of how attractive Namjoon’s friends were.

To top it all off, you were in the middle of a game, so you just had to tolerate it and stay calm for the sake of your teammates and your elo.

“Maybe you could teach us and we’ll teach you something in return.”

“You guys don’t even listen to each other, why would I assume you all would listen to me?”

“I’d listen to you, noona.”

Now your team was doing the Baron dance, skirting in and out of vision, daring the other team to make a move, daring each other to make a mistake so the other could capitalize on it, slowly, slowly, watch the waves, watch the minimap. Careful. You could control the situation if you were calm and not too trigger-happy. Tension in your fingers and tension in your neck because your roommate’s friend was right next to your head, observing your every move.

His violet hair brushed your shoulder.

Soft, delicate strands against your skin.

“You’re more experienced, so you would know what to do.”

Your support snap-engaged a fight and you were immediately in the zone, right clicking rapidly, cycling through your abilities, keeping track of the opponents’ spells, determined not to let any of them get away, following your teammate’s calls and not hesitating, because hesitation as death and loss, and you were so close to winning you could taste it, going after it with passionate vigor and a slow-forming grin, seeing and hearing the in-game announcer declaring, QUADRA KILL.

You didn’t kill all five of them because someone took the pentakill from you.

You might have cared about that except your ear exploded into clapping as Jungkook excitedly applauded for you, cheering you on, reminding you that a mostly shirtless man was standing right next to you.

Thanks, Namjoon, you thought sarcastically.

“Wow, you played that so well, dodging the Viktor ult and stunning three people like that–”

You felt your cheeks heat at the compliments, busying yourself with your team killing Baron. You didn’t usually have someone commenting on your games. Your eyes flickered to the small buttons on your desk.

Especially not a mostly shirtless guy.

Mostly shirtless hot guy.

Back to screen, seeing your jungler’s typed instructions, suggesting you all to destroy as many structures as you could and then prepare for the next fight for Ocean Dragon Soul and – oh? Your eyebrows raised as the screen abruptly jerked to the enemy base, the nexus inside exploding into shiny gem-like fragments that became the VICTORY banner.

“They surrendered?” you uttered with surprise, clicking on the CONTINUE button. “Why?”

Your eyes flickered to the kill score.

“Oh, thirty-two to nine… maybe that’s why….”

Your team had the nine deaths and the opponent team had thirty-two so, well, maybe that’s why they surrendered the game.

“Aw, that’s no fun,” Jungkook pouted as you clicked on the damage screen. Second most damage. Okay, you could take that. You were a little distracted.

“So, about your problem–”

You spun around to, ack, realize that, yes, Jungkook’s shirt was still flapped wide open to expose his chest like an unwrapped piece of caramel candy. He seemed to realize it too, making a surprised face and yanking the sides closed, as if you hadn’t gotten a damn eyeful already.

“I can resew the buttons back on, but you should borrow a shirt from Namjoon in the meantime,” you managed to say, clearing your throat. “Because I, ah, can’t really sew it when you’re still wearing the shirt.”

“Oh… Oh, right, yeah.”

Then he started yanking his shirt out of his slacks.

UMMMMMMM.

Usually, you didn’t care about this stuff. Men were men. They had chests. But you had things you liked too. Just like how men like tits and ass, you liked well-built pecs and forearms. Actually, you appreciated a nice ass and thighs too. And cute faces. Fuck, you loved a cute face.

“Uh, Jungkook…”

He looked up, questioningly. Big round brown eyes, his violet bangs framing his chiseled jaw, parted pink lips, the small mole underneath his lower lip looking so, so kissable, quivering slightly.

Fuck, Jungkook had a cute face.

His shirt was very open.

Fuck, his lightly tanned skin.

He was hesitating around a button, his deft fingers flexed, ink black tattoos standing out on his knuckles and the back of his hand. Your legs were slightly spread, thighs flush to your gaming chair. Half a second and Jungkook’s eyes flickered back up to your face, pretending he hadn’t been looking.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Are you really just gonna strip in my room and walk out asking Namjoon for a shirt and hope none of the six guys think anything about it?”

His eyes shifted around your room. Bed with black sheets and black velvet duvet. Television with your gaming consoles. Your collection of character figurines from various games. Your black denim jacket hanging on a hook, covered in monotone patches that you had sewn yourself, mostly occult-themed, skeletons, skulls, cats, ghosts, potions, eyeballs, that kind of thing. Back to your desk.

Your legs.

Really staring at your thighs, hips, and crotch.

Up your torso, your hands, your exposed collarbones.

Your face.

Guarding his expression, testing the waters.

“Maybe,” Jungkook said slowly. His eyes darted away and back, teeth catching his lower lip. “I really am hoping you can fix my shirt.”

You watched his face carefully, the flare of darkness in those brown orbs, a hint of naughtiness, dancing with danger. Jungkook had a mischievous streak. You could tell by the way he interacted with his hyungs, listening but talking back, helping them with things but not without a roll of his eyes or a smart remark added, probably because all his friends were older and he was the youngest. He knew he could get away with it.

In short.

Brat.

“What would you like in return, noona?” Jungkook purred, smile dancing on his lips.

Honorifics were supposed to honor you. Show a sign of respect and all that shit.

All I wanted to do was play video games, you grumbled internally. Not suddenly have a thirst fest for one of Namjoon’s best friends. You narrowed your eyes a little, seeing the smirk on that perfectly shaped mouth. He’s not stopping either.

Outside your room, something fell with a loud crash. Probably Namjoon by the depth of that startled yelp. Everyone else started laughing and a very loud, cheerful melody was blasting from the living room television. Nobody was coming to investigate you and Jungkook.

Yet.

“Turn around and ask for a shirt,” you sighed, waving a hand. “Then take off your shirt in the bathroom and then, only then, do you come back and give me your dress shirt.”

You saw Jungkook frown, not expecting that as your answer.

“Oh. Okay.”

He seemed disappointed, lowering his hands.

The silky fabric of the dress shirt slid off his right shoulder, partly revealing his tattoo sleeve and fully revealing his right collarbone and shoulder.

You sucked in a breath, eyes flickering to it. Then his face. Then back to his body. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Jungkook jumped, startled by the fallen fabric and reached over to grab the fallen collar. Your hand moved faster than you had time to think. You had good reaction time. It was the gaming obsession.

You slapped his hand down.

Jungkook squeaked, head snapping up, purple hair floating around him, gold chain on his neck glittering as he swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. Strangely, his chain resembled your sterling silver choker that you were wearing right now, except you also wore another necklace with a circular white gold pendant with your zodiac sign.

Not that anyone was ever close enough to inspect it.

“N-Noona?” he breathed, sounding strangely winded.

Shit.

You hadn’t meant to do that. Your body reacted faster than your head.

Shit.

Fuck, he had a nice body. His pecs. Even had a nice dark nipple – well, he probably had two, but you could only see one at the moment – and it all trimmed down to a slim waist and shapely hips. You could tell because of his tailored black slacks. He had been wearing a blazer earlier in the evening too. It was probably on a chair somewhere in the apartment.

Shit.

What did Jungkook need to look so damn good for?

“Where did you guys go to be dressed like that?”

Yes, you were really just going to interrogate him with his shirt dangling off like that.

Jungkook chewed on his lower lip, the tiny mole underneath bouncing up and down as he spoke. “We went to a fancy hotel rooftop bar to celebrate Yoongi-hyung’s award that he won at the music show for producing that song–”

“Ah, right, Namjoon mentioned that earlier today.” Dress code must have been black tie.

Those dark brown eyes found yours, observing you carefully.

“I would have liked to see you there, noona.”

You stopped staring at the tattoos on his bicep and made eye contact. Fuck. Those eyes. Sparkling with deviousness. Trying to see how far he could push your buttons.

“I wonder what kind of dress would you have worn?” he murmured, musing to himself. “I bet you would have looked hotter than any girl there.” Jungkook smiled, playful and boyish. He wasn’t being sleazy about it. Every word was light and honest. “A tight little black dress? Maybe bright red? Short, because you have incredible legs. It would be a crime not to show them off.” He was only complimenting you. His tone wasn’t trying to be suggestive.

Yet.

You didn’t close your legs. You had nothing to be shy about.

Instead, you leaned back in your gaming chair as if it was a throne, resting your left elbow on the armrest and your chin on two fingers, thighs wide open, and your other hand in between them, fingers curled inward to your inner thigh.

Jungkook’s pink lips curved ever higher, ever more roguish.

“Whatever you would have chosen, you would have looked so, so sexy.”

You ticked your head.

“I know.”

Because you did.

Look here, Jeon Jungkook, I’m here minding my own damn business and you’re here inserting yourself into my life, so if you can’t handle me knowing my self-worth, you can fuck right off.

He reached up and tucked a bit of his purple hair behind his right ear, grinning at you.

“You sure you don’t want anything from me?” he asked, a slight flicker of pink tongue between white teeth. “I can give first and then you can decide whether or not you want to help.”

Honestly, those sultry eyes could stop a heart.

You removed your hand from your chin, tapping the air with those two fingers in a dismissive manner.

“Hm.”

Outside, Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok were singing a soulful duet and Park Jimin was hooting at inappropriate moments to ruin the atmosphere as much as possible. That raspy, breathless laugh was Min Yoongi, who was probably doubled over on the floor in his expensive suit. Classic genius music producer of the year behavior right there.

Jungkook tucked his hands in his pockets, shirt sleeve falling down, revealing his blacked-out inner elbow. Mountains with a dark sky. It must have hurt, doing something like that. Still, he did it. For aesthetics?

You heard the smirk rather than seeing it, mostly because you were looking at his body.

“I would look so damn good on you, noona.”

Alright.

You closed your eyes slowly and reopened them to look directly into those dangerous, dangerous eyes.

“Lock the door.”

Not really an order. More of a statement. Jungkook could do it or not, you knew. He couldn’t be coerced to do anything. He did things because he wanted to do them. He was nice because he wanted to be nice. He was childish when he wanted to be childish.

And.

Jungkook was obedient when he wanted to be obedient.

He turned around, went to your bedroom door, and locked it.

Well then.

He came back and stood in front of you. A little closer now.

You cocked an eyebrow. “They’re going to come looking for you.”

Jungkook smiled down at you. “I’m sure they will.”

You frowned, lowering your hand to tap the end of the armrest. “They’re going to think I started this.”

“You kind of did.”

Your eyes narrowed sharply. He grinned, taking a step closer.

“Because it’s not my fault you look so good,” Jungkook breathed, voice deepening, leaning down, your expression unchanging, not pulling back but not encouraging anything either. “Not my fault your body is hotter than a summer. Not my fault your confidence is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever had in my life.”

Your thighs were still as open as his shirt.

Jungkook put his knee in between them.

His dress shirt was basically almost completely off his body now, falling off the left shoulder too and dangling off his forearms, exposed collarbones and shoulders, tan skin taut over muscle. A delicious body line, so fucking close to you that you could feel the heat. You still didn’t do anything. You weren’t going to do anything. You didn’t prompt this. You were simply minding your own business commanding a snake lady to victory, not expecting to get seduced by a mischievous bunny-like smile and a tiny black mole under a cute pout.

“I can’t help myself around you.”

You usually didn’t say more to Namjoon’s friends than a mere hello, not wanting to bother them with your presence. They were all men after all. You expected them to want bro time or whatever. Also, you were too busy being obsessed with men that didn’t exist in real life to pursue men that did exist in real life.

At least League of Legends had 3D models so no one could say you lived only the 2D lifestyle.

That didn’t mean that you didn’t partake when the dinner laid themselves out to be eaten. They often had to, because you wouldn’t pay attention otherwise.

Purple hair drifted into your vision, surrounding you in a curtain of violet and dark brown eyes, warm exhale and trembling pink lips, trapping you in Jungkook’s gaze, but you refused to relent, keeping your gaze even. Steady breaths to disguise your racing heart.

You kept your hands closed to prevent him from seeing your shaking fingers.

“Every time I see you, I want you to touch me,” he whispered, trying to hide the edge of nervousness by lowering his voice, enticing you to lean in to hear him better because someone was wiping a damn window in the living room outside your door or was that Kim Seokjin laughing?

There was no difference.

Jungkook’s forehead touched yours and you stopped thinking about Seokjin.

“I just want you to feel me up, rip my clothes off, and fuck me until I can’t think straight. Use me, abuse me, wreck me, ruin me,” he shuddered, definitely thinking about it, and one blink and you spied the obvious tent in his pants.

“Maybe I’m a lazy girl,” you finally said, touching your nose to his, inhaling his breath, a little bit of alcohol, a little bit of fruitiness, and that hint of cologne, fresh, clean, and intense. Something else too. Musk, maybe his pheromones or something like that. Whatever it was smelled fucking delicious, just like you. What did your perfume smell like? Spiced fire blended with addictive sweetness.

You shrugged casually.

“Maybe I’m a pillow princess.”

Jungkook chuckled.

“I can tell you’re not.”

You had to smirk.

Of course, you weren’t.

You closed your thighs around his knee and squeezed, raising to your tiptoes. He gasped softly, shivering at the simple touch of your soft thighs pressing around his muscular leg. It was disturbingly noisy out there, but here it was silent, pared down to your breathing and Jungkook’s breathing, mixing together, blazingly hot, closer, closer, doing the careful dance, daring each other to make the move that was so obviously going to happen.

“What are you gonna say when they ask you where you’ve been all this time?” you whispered, avoiding letting your lips brush against his.

“The truth.”

His tongue flickered out and barely touched your lips.

You didn’t make a sound.

Jungkook moaned, the sound drifting into your throat, and you could taste his desire.

“I tripped and fell into your lap.”

Your lips curved into a smirk.

He kissed you.

His hands on the armrests of your rolling chair, pushing it back into your desk, pressing his lips to yours, inhaling deeply, wanting to breathe you, wanting to taste you, wanting you, shivering as you finally touched him with your hands, but this was you, and your first touch wasn’t going to be wasted on a conventional innocent touch.

Your fingers closed in on his rock-hard erection and stroked him through his pants.

Jungkook moaned your name right in your mouth, eyes half-lidded, his violet hair encircling your face as he rolled his hips into your palm, whining deep in his chest.

“Fuck, yes, noona, play with me…”

You flitted your tongue between his lips and he chased it, begging you for more, and yet you continued to tease, light flicks between those soft pillows, nipping at them, even pushing up his lower lip so the tip of your tongue could draw a small heart around that mole, kissing it, so gentle, so delicate. His entire body shook, your hand palming his hardness through his pants, nails scraping against his balls, caressing all of it, acting like you owned it. Jungkook was certainly humping your hand like you did.

“You only want me because I didn’t want you,” you taunted, not bothering to hide your smirk and your slight disapproval.

“That’s not true,” he panted, attempting to get you to touch his chest, pushing you back into your chair, and yet you kept the fingers of your free hand on the cusp of what he wanted, heat close but no contact, causing him to whimper every time your fingernails barely nicked his skin. “I want you because you’re pretty, gorgeous, and hot as hell.”

Hm, that sounded familiar.

“I want you because I love watching you play your favorite games,” he chuckled, kissing the side of your lips, nose to nose. “I want you because I love that little smirk you make when you do something good. I want you because I love that aggressiveness that comes out and how you seem to lose your filter. Shit, it’s so fucking hot when you’re focused. Makes me wanna see your face when you’re pinning me down and having your way with me. Makes me want to obey you and disobey you at the same time, because I want you to reward me and punish me, I just can’t decide, fuck, you make life so hard for me.”

He punctuated hard by violently humping your hand, rattling your desk with his force.

Outside you heard Namjoon yelling “CANNONBALL” and throwing himself onto that giant gray furry beanbag you paid far too much for about six months ago. It was now a household party favorite, due to its massive size and fluffiness. At the moment, it sounded like a pile of six guys in semi-formal clothing was beginning and, instead of watching this heap of hot dudes being constructed, you were making out with the seventh guy’s face and grabbing his dick.

You’ll take this trade.

You felt Jungkook’s hands groping around, undoing his pants and the zipper, trying to get you to touch more, more, desperate for you to be all over him.

“P-Please… please, I don’t know when they’re going to notice…” he pleaded. “You’re so close, so close, ah, I can’t think, please…”

“Shh…” you soothed. “The door is locked.”

Your fingertips finally touched his chest, not disappointed in the slightest when you touched those delicious-looking pecs. They felt just as nice under your palm, his pounding heart and wanton moan vibrating up your arm.

“Aren’t you a needy little brat trying to distract me from my games, hm?”

Your fingertips hooked over the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“You’re going to have to face the consequences, Jungkook.”

You said his name like a delicious sweet about to be eaten, growl in your throat as you yanked down his underwear, capturing his lips, robbing him of his cries as you clawed down his chest, grasping his cock and pumping him, long, complete strokes from base to tip, curling your fingers around his balls, juggling them with your fingers teasingly as he squirmed and groaned. Your free arm shot around his back, digging your nails into his spine, not letting him get away. His black dress shirt was falling, falling to your floor, his bluish-purple hair in your face and his strong hands on your shoulders, sliding down, kneading your breasts through your clothes, whining that you were still wearing a bra – of course, you were, six dudes were coming over and they didn’t need to see your magnificent nipples on display, although clearly one of them wanted to see – and he was trying to get to the hem of your shirt, but you smacked his hands away, building the pressure and speed, pre-cum leaking between your fingers and adding slickness to lessen the dry friction.

Fuck, you could smell him and he smelled so fucking good.

“Noona, please…” Jungkook gasped, hands on the armrests of your chair, tipping his head back at the pleasure, pants at his fucking knees, chest, crotch, thighs on display. “This is… embarrassing…”

He meant him being mostly naked and you being dressed.

You shrugged, acting indifferent. “Not for me.”

He whimpered at your words, so noticeably dominant despite not using an aggressive or commanding tone. Either that or he was very invested in you jacking him off. You suspected it was a combination of the two, considering how eagerly his cock twitched when you answered.

“What should I do, Jungkook? Should I let you cum? Or should I play with you and stop, make you put your clothes back on and walk out there, desperate to be finished off?” you mused aloud, running your nails up his back, not that hard, but he leaned back into it so they sank into him, wordlessly begging you to do it harder, so you did, setting your jaw and scratching at his back, forcing him back into position. His cock throbbed in your hand, pulsating wildly.

Hm, he really loved it, huh.

“P-Please… wanna cum, please don’t be mean…” he gasped, thrusting his hips into your punishingly tight grip.

“Hm, why does it matter? You’ll just run to the bathroom and finish yourself off anyway, right?”

“Want you to do it, please,” he begged, his long hair curling around his jaw, dark purple locks framing the sharpness, lashes fluttering as you rubbed your thumb against the underside of the head, smearing pre-cum over the slit. “Your hand feels so good, so fucking good, better than I thought, please, I need you to touch me or I can’t get off, please…”

You removed your hand.

Jungkook cried out in denied despair, pitch hiking, the sinful sound clearly audible despite the debaucherously loud ruckus outside your bedroom door that included not one, but two people howling like werewolves for some unknown reason. At this point, you were mildly curious.

But you had a job to do.

He grabbed the front of your shirt, almost sobbing with need. Somehow his violet hair was a mess and you hadn’t even touched it. It cascaded over one of his eyes, an indigo curtain, the other chocolate orb shaking and pupil dilated, black prominent in the dark brown.

“Please don’t–”

You shoved two fingers from your right hand into that pleading mouth and raised your left.

He choked, gagging a little on your fingers.

You stuck your tongue out and licked your palm, slathering it with a thick layer of slick saliva.

Jungkook’s eyes widened at the dirty action and then rolled back into his head as you wrapped your hand around his aching cock once more, now covered in saliva, swiftly and fervently jacking him off, hard, fast, tight, nearly choking his cock, pushing his chin up and his chest to your hungry mouth, tongue and teeth and lips, all over those dark nipples hardening under your persistent touch, heedless to his rising moans, so very obvious now what was happening in your bedroom.

It didn’t bother you at all. Jungkook walked in here and asked you to wreck and ruin him, so you did exactly what he asked you to do, leaving harsh bite marks and slippery saliva all over his soft skin, your perfume rubbing off onto his body, coating his chest in your scent and his pulsating thick length with your spit, and he was so fucking hard that you were impressed, feeling his mouth suck on your fingers desperately and wetly, your name a messy garble above your head.

“Fuck, yes, umpf, oh fuck, I’m so close, so close, gonna cum, goona cum for you…!”

“Jungkook?”

You had no idea who called his name through your door, because the next second Jungkook was pitching forward and shooting his cum up your thigh and chest, thick white strings painting your leggings and band t-shirt, soaking into the fabric and creating a sticky mess on your skin, your head lifting in response to his movement to avoid knocking into him, your fingers sliding out of his lips, strings of saliva snapping as they left, and suddenly Jungkook’s face was in your face, his lips on yours in a passionate kiss, rutting into your hand to increase the sensitivity, shoulders and hips flinching, whimpering gratitude and ecstasy into your mouth, his hands in your hair, kissing you deeper, more ravenously, ignoring the questioning voices, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm.

You heard Namjoon say outside your door, “I think he made his move.”

You asshole, at least warn me, you thought irritably.

“You’re so good… so good, exactly what I need… I knew you would be… fuck…”

You thrust your tongue into his lips once and backed off, chuckling as he whined for more.

“Go ask for a shirt.”

Jungkook shook his head rapidly, violet hair flying everywhere. Your hand was still wrapped around his semi-hard cock, his cum dripping onto your wrist. His ears were turning red.

“I can’t… They know something is going on…” he mumbled, scooting closer to you, as if your body heat could somehow mask the fact that you just jacked him off with six of his friends standing outside your bedroom door whispering.

“Maybe you wanted them to know.”

You squeezed his ass and he trembled, clutching your shoulders.

“Easy way to tell them that you want to be owned by me, right?”

You could tell by the way his eyes were darting around rapidly that the thought crossed his mind more than once.

“Jungkook.”

You said it loud enough for a keen ear to hear it if they were really eavesdropping. You looked up at Jungkook, his eyes immediately fixating on yours because of your tone.

In control, not to be questioned.

“Get on your knees.”

Dead silence outside your bedroom.

“B… but…”

His cheeks flushed pink.

You took his chin and pulled him down to your face, murmuring to that mole under his lips, pecking it daintily, almost innocently, his wispy moan drifting over your nose. Your words were barely above a whisper, only for him.

“You made a mess. Clean it up.”

You stroked Jungkook’s chin with your thumb, your other hand tucking his long hair behind his ear.

“I’ll let you sleep in my bed tonight, so be a good boy for me right now and I’ll let you be a bad boy in bed.”

His head tilted and Jungkook whispered your name into your mouth, drenched with desire.

You smirked, stroking his jaw fondly.

He got to his knees, in between your open thighs, leaning forward, subservient eyes on your face as his pink tongue extended, licking at his own cum staining your clothes, eyes closing at your hand on the top of his head, not directing the movement, but reminding him who was in charge here, reminding him with nails in his scalp that he was going to be fucked until he couldn’t think straight.

Used, abused, wrecked, ruined.

-

“I don’t wanna.”

“We both know you do.”

“But I want to fuck you,” Jungkook protested, speaking softly because everyone was sleeping, or at least it seemed that way, not that either you or Jungkook cared, because you were forcing him to his knees on your bed, pushing his torso back, nails digging into his chest, towering over him, his naked body already covered in your bites and scratches, focused on his inner thighs and chest, none on his neck because that’s where he wanted it the most.

And you knew it.

“Noona, please…”

He said please a lot for someone who did not, in fact, want to be pleased, but tortured.

You grabbed him by the chin, cocking an eyebrow.

His hands were behind him, arms shaking as they held him up, shivering delightfully under your petrifying gaze.

“Please what? Hm? Saying please when you come crawling into my room, begging for dirty things with your friends right outside, saying please when you interrupt me and distract me, jeopardizing my chances to win my game?”

You leaned in close, you knowing you were only crafting a scene, him knowing that you didn’t actually care, but Jungkook wanted to hear the words, wanted you to put that malice in your tone to caress his ears, wanted you to cannibalize his sanity and put him in a different headspace, his cock already responding to it, bobbing in the air, purple-red and achingly hard from multiple orgasms, and he still wanted more.

“Saying please so you can say please when you’re under me, helplessly begging me to let you cum?”

You could hear his whines vibrating under your fingertips, pupils blown wide, lower lip trembling, begging you already, such a needy little thing, those lovely brown eyes full of submission, muscles tense with anticipation, every passing second spiraling him into increased frustration, because instead of doing anything, you were only smirking wider and wider, pushing his head back.

“Well? Tell me if you’re a dirty boy or not. Maybe I’ll do what you want.”

His violet hair cascaded to his shoulder blades, his low moan coursing through your fingertips and the heated air of your bedroom.

“Y… Yes, I’m a d-dirty boy…”

“Noona,” you prompted.

Just because you could.

His lips curved into an open smile, two of your fingers hooked over his lower lip, fingertips rubbing his tongue. Your thumb nail pressed into his mole.

“Noona.”

You ripped the condom open with your teeth, which was not advisable unless you were the kind of person that practiced that for hours on end, spending an obscene amount of money on unused condoms to perfect your technique, because nobody wants a broken condom or lube in their teeth. Why would you want to learn such a thing? You were a stickler for details. A perfectionist in perfecting a perfect display of raw dominance.

You spat out the torn corner onto Jungkook’s chest and he whimpered, unashamedly amazed.

Your left hand removed the condom from the package and your right slid out of his mouth and encircled his neck.

You inspected the condom, lazily turning it to the correct position, fingers pressed to the sides of his neck, leaving plenty of space for his trachea between your thumb and forefinger. You didn’t bother looking at his face. Instead, you spread your legs, poised and naked over him and his throbbing cock.

Your right hand started choking him.

Your left hand started rolling the condom down his thick, hard length.

Your name leaked out of his lips in a thin gurgle, his eyes rolling back into his head.

“Say please, Jungkook.”

A sharp, distinct order.

“P… Please…” he gasped out, chest shuddering.

Your hand tightened around his throat and your pussy clenched around his cock as you forced yourself down on him.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck…”

You didn’t bother asking if he liked it. His vicious fisting of your sheets and trembling body, cries and cock included, told you everything you needed to know. You only watched the color of his cheeks, knowing there were limits to how long you could choke him. Therefore there was no time to be wasted, already starting your favorite pace, rough and hard, filling yourself with that delicious cock built to take your abuse, jaw set, gripping his throat, blood pounding under your fingertips, slapping hips to crotch, heat sparking though your veins, hotter, hotter, your smirk growing more and more smug, tongue tracing your lips as you witnessed Jungkook’s descent into sin, raising his head so he could watch you bounce on his cock with hazed brown orbs, mouth open, tongue lolling out, circulation thinning, purple hair wild around that cute, distressed face.

You let up the pressure on his neck, dark snicker rumbling in your chest.

“This pussy worth it, brat?”

The rush of missing blood into his brain, the suffocating pleasure of your pulsating walls wrapped around his twitching cock, your authoritative growl and merciless words tearing through him – you saw it all taking over Jungkook, forced to respond honestly from pure instinct because there was no time to compile pretty words or a smart comeback.

“Yes, noona, yes, I love it, I love it, this brat fucking loves what you do to him…”

You immediately choked him again and slapped your pussy onto his cock like you were whipping him.

His eyes rolled back and a wild moan tore out of his chest, cut off by your hand.

The bed creaked under you, bearing the weight of your roughness.

“I know you love it,” you snarled, leaning in, fucking him into your bed with vigor, straining his knees, so uncomfortable and so comfortable for him at the same time, pain and pleasure, clearly something he craved and loved from how hard he was. “You said you need me to touch you or you can’t get off.”

You knew that couldn’t be true.

Jungkook probably got off hundreds of times thinking about you, otherwise he wouldn’t be so ecstatic about you violently riding his dick right now.

His teeth sank into his swollen lower lip, staring at you through his lashes, his voice a thin whisper laced with insatiable need.

“I can’t cum without you anymore.”

You removed your hand.

Your hips stopped abruptly, fulling sheathing his cock inside you.

“No!”

His shout was so loud and desperate that you had to conceal your surprise, not expecting the frantic ferocity of his tone, nearly an agonized sob as he grabbed your upper arms in a crushing grip, his indigo locks crashing into his high cheekbones, sticking to his sweaty face and sharp jaw. It took everything in you to stay calm, everything to not give in and let him have what he wanted. Maybe it was stubbornness, maybe it was knowing the role you were playing, maybe it was the sadistic side of you, who the fuck knew, but there was only a beat of hesitation, a second of you staring into those beautiful dark brown eyes, so perfect.

Just perfect.

Perfectly wrecked, willing to do anything in this moment for you to continue.

Before he could utter a peep of a plea, you shook out of his grip and seized his head, crashing his lips onto your neck.

Jungkook bit you.

Instant, searing pain, taking out all his sexual frustration on your neck, sucking at the skin, hot tongue lapping, groaning, moaning, half-crying because you didn’t move. You just sat on his dick and forced his mouth onto your neck, gleefully savoring his despair, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to feel the pleasure, his hands and nails digging into your waist, his teeth latched to the side of your throat, his stiff cock shuddering inside you, your tight heat keeping him hard but not letting him cum, repeatedly squeezing the engorged head brutally, driving him insane.

Insane.

You could feel his lips move, but you muffled his words, pushing his head into your neck.

Please.

Deep inhale, his wonderful scent filling your nose.

Please.

Riding the high that was Jungkook’s desire for you, fingers tangled into violet strands.

Please.

He felt so, so good, spoon-feeding the dom in you with his tiny whimpers and distraught sniffles.

“P… Please…”

You pressed your lips to his hair, murmuring his name sweetly.

“Jungkook.”

No quiver to your tone, only serene calm.

“Noona…”

His hands slid up your back as your hips began to rock, slow, so painfully slow, building the frenzy layer by layer, his hardness swelling inside you, his soft lips pressed to his hickey onto your neck, even more turned on because he knew you let him mark you, he knew in this moment you were his and only his, everything he wanted and more, his hips rising to meet yours, deepening your thrusts, matching your force, burying his face into your skin and your scent, wanting nothing more than your command over his body.

You turned his head, tucking his hair behind one ear, speaking dark whispers into that curve.

“You look the best when on your knees for me, Jungkook.”

He shivered, your name falling sloppily from his lips, drunk from your power and lost in his service.

You let go of his head and grabbed his shoulders instead, putting all of your weight onto him, now letting yourself chase it, chase the orgasm that you had been building for yourself all this time, letting yourself feel Jungkook and feel the full force of the pleasure he gave you, because, yes, of course, you served him first before you, even if it didn’t seem like it.

Because when it came down to it, Jungkook came to you, opening himself petal by petal to show you his vulnerable side, testing the waters, hoping, wishing, praying that maybe, just maybe, you were the kind of person that he was expecting, wanting, needing, and you, knowing how difficult that was because, well, you had made it difficult, only focusing on games and not on those longing eyes that watched you whenever you came into his view.

Eyes that you looked into now.

Half-lidded, glazed over, fucked-out, still honest.

His large hands were still on your waist, holding you to him as you rode him with furious slaps, muscles flexed in his chest and arms, tattoos on his right arm tense and taut from holding this position for so long. He looked so good. Felt so good. Had an amazing cock.

And fuck.

Jungkook had a cute face.

You genuinely smiled.

“I’ll take care of everything,” you drawled, injecting your words with conviction and adoration.

That did it.

His lips parted, low groan emitting from his throat as his head tipped back, purple waterfalling onto his back, thrusting up into you and shooting into the condom with fierce jolts, unable to hold back any longer, his entire length flinching uncontrollably, sweet whimpers at his release, feeling sorry that he didn’t let you cum first, but that didn’t matter, because you rode through it, already there, falling, falling, your sigh like laden smoke as your orgasm slammed into you, welcoming the bolts of cruel pulses flying through you, concentrated onto your core, Jungkook’s moans hiking into pitched ecstasy at the convulsing clenches of his oversensitive, overused cock, arms embracing you tightly, hugging you for dear life, chest to chest, pounding heart against yours.

Your fingers tangled into his hair.

His hand fitted around your head.

Lips to lips and you took care of everything, claiming that mouth as yours, holding him up even though you were the one in his lap, your kiss onto that perfect mole under that pretty pout, cherishing every mumble of your name, lowering him onto your pillows, soft kisses in between. You took care of everything, lifting yourself off him, chuckling as he whined, pawing for you to come back, but you rapped his knuckles and calmed him, removing the condom and cleaning him off gently with a towel, soft kisses in between because he wanted the attention, deliberately not closing his eyes until you crawled back into the bed, tucking the covers around you and him, Jungkook immediately turning and yanking you into his chest, nose against your skin.

“Who’s the pillow princess?” you teased, ruffling his long violet locks.

His lips pressed onto your hickey, his mark on you, and he sighed in content, drifting into sleep.

-

In the morning, you found a pile of five guys in the living room sleeping in various positions on the giant gray furry beanbag and the sofa. Jungkook was in your bed, passed out. The last guy, Min Yoongi, was in Kim Namjoon’s room, sleeping on his bed, because he was a smart man and took advantage of a perfectly good bed that five drunk hooligans undoubtedly forgot about.

You chuckled and rubbed your neck as you brushed your teeth, seeing yourself and the large purple hickey Jungkook had made last night in the bathroom mirror.

You went back to your room after retrieving the sewing basket from the living room, spending the morning calmly stitching the small buttons back onto his black dress shirt as the seven guys in your apartment continued to snore away.

Then you went back to playing League of Legends.

Ah, Cassiopeia, I had an eventful evening, but I have returned to you.

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drabble morning-after hungover breakfast

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masterpost

[plus-size-reader]

One Date

Tommy Milner x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2113 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Tommy asks that reader out but she refuses because she’s sure he’s pranking her

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You knew he was lying.

He had to be lying.

In all your life, you never imagined Tommy Milner showing any interest in you at all, and you had known him almost that long. You went to school together, his older sister used to babysit you, and your dad even got all your eggs from his family's farm.

There was no way you couldn’t have known him.

You had lived in Mill Valley all your life, and that was just the sort of thing that came along with living in such a small town. Everyone knew everyone, and there was no getting away from that.

Knowing about Tommy though was hardly the problem.

Your current problem was that while you were minding your own business at your locker, Tommy approached you. It may not have seemed that strange at first but the context made it weird.

Tommy Milner never talked to you.

Aside from cruel jokes made at your expense by his friends on the football team or asking you to scoot over in the auditorium, you weren’t even sure that he knew your name.

...But here he was, all the same.

It didn’t make any sense to you, but you did your best to keep your uncertainty covered up with a slight nod in acknowledgment.

That was all you did, all you managed to do, before he blurted out what he’d been thinking about this whole time as if it was no big deal.

“Do you wanna go out with me?”

That was it.

Just like that, those words were hanging in the air all around you and frankly, you weren’t sure how to react. You considered pretending that you didn’t hear him, or moving to another city and changing your name.

Anything would be better than making a total fool out of yourself like you were bound to now.

You couldn’t win.

You wanted to assume that he wasn’t talking to you, because that would be easier but even that was complicated.

If you reacted like he didn’t say it and he meant it, he would feel bad but if you responded like he did say it and it wasn’t meant for you, that would be even more humiliating.

It had to be a joke.

So, the best thing you could do was try and play it cool.

In fact, it wasn’t until he repeated himself that you glanced away from the inside of your locker.

Part of you was sort of hoping he would just go away, and leave you be. However, it would seem that you wouldn’t be so lucky.

Clearly, he wasn’t going to go anywhere. You would have to do something, and the more you stood here, the more awkward it would be.

You immediately regretted looking at him, because it made it much too real.

He was serious about this whole thing.

“You’re talking to me?” you clarified, feeling sort of silly over it but you couldn’t help it. You had never really spoken to him in your life, and you weren’t sure where this was coming from.

You just couldn’t make this whole thing make any sense.

“Yeah, I am” Tommy allowed, acting like that would do anything to clear up the situation you were currently in. Those three words didn’t do anything to clear up this thing, or make you feel any better.

If anything, all it did was leave you that much more confused.

“You want to go out with me?” you repeated, still wishing that he wouldn’t have started this in the first place. This was exhausting, and you were sure that nothing good was going to come from this.

It just felt like a huge mistake, and you didn’t even understand what exactly was going on right now.

“Yeah, that’s kind of what that means” he sighed, really surprised you two were still talking about it. Usually when he asked out a girl, they didn’t waste any time in making sure to say yes.

This had never happened to him before.

Though, to be fair, this had never happened to you before either.

The guys in this town didn’t have any interest in you. You didn’t feel like you had anything to offer them, and honestly, even if they did want to go out with you, there was no chance you’d say yes.

You didn’t want a cheap fling with some high school boy that didn’t actually care about you. You knew what you deserved, and what you deserved was more than some cheap make out or even worse.

What if this really was nothing more than a joke to him?

What if everyone in school was in on this and if you agreed to the date, it would be a Carrie White situation? You couldn’t possibly handle the embarrassment that would cause.

You would never be able to set foot in this school again after something like that.

“I don’t think so” you decided, after far too many moments of silence between the two of you as Tommy waited desperately for you to say something.

This was all so foreign for him, a man who never heard the word no.

A man who couldn’t figure out what was going on right now. He’d had his eye on you for days now, trying to figure out what the best way would be to get you to go out with him.

...And now, you were just going to turn him down.

It was hardly where he saw this conversation going.

“What do you mean? You don’t want to go out with me?” he asked, not even bothering to pick his jaw up from the floor. Tommy was lost, another thing that didn’t seem to be new for him.

You didn’t know one another that well, and he’d just come out of nowhere with an offer you had no idea what to do with. This wasn’t someone you were comfortable with or had any sort of relationship with.

You and Tommy might as well have been strangers.

“It’s not very nice to play with people’s feelings as a joke” you grumbled, gathering everything you needed from your locker and slamming it aggressively as you tried to walk away.

This would just be better for you. Making a fool out of yourself because of blind optimism would surely blow up in your face and you weren’t looking to be humiliated today.

That could wait for another day.

Unfortunately though, once again, Tommy seemed to have another thing in mind.

When he asked you to go out with him, he did it because he wanted you to say yes. If he wanted anything other than that, he would have asked for that instead.

Obviously, you’d gotten the wrong idea.

“Wait, what do you mean?” he sputtered, doing his best to follow you down the hallway without looking like an absolute idiot. It was clear to you that he had no real clue what was going on, but you didn’t care.

You knew what kind of person he was.

A guy like Tommy Milner only went out with girls like Ruthy Steinberg, girls that were prim and perfect, and put together all the time. You weren’t like that, and frankly, you weren’t even sure that she was.

In any case, Tommy couldn’t handle the woman that you were.

You weren’t going to lie to him in order to make him feel better and you certainly weren’t going to let him string you along for some stupid joke so that his friends could get a good laugh.

You were better than that.

“I know what you’re doing, and it's cruel” you repeated, not bothering to stop as he followed you, keeping a pretty good time as quick as you were walking to get away from him.

You weren’t going to explain basic human decency to him, and you weren’t about to try and get him to see you as a real person, an equal to him. You knew that something like that would never work.

His world only went as far as him.

“All I did was ask you out” he sighed, not putting the pieces together as well as you wished he would.

Normally, you would have rolled your eyes and told him to go to hell but when you took a second to look at him again, you saw something else there on his face.

He really didn’t know.

Tommy didn’t see the clear issue something like this would cause in such a small, gossipy town.

In his mind, this really was just what it looked like.

He liked you and when he liked someone, the natural progression was to do something about it. It didn’t make sense to him that you were making such a big deal out of this because it wasn’t.

It was what people did.

“I know, but it's much more complicated than that and you know it” you countered, gesturing slightly with a nod of your head over to the end of the hallway where his friends were all gathered, gawking at the two of you.

You could only imagine what they would have to say once they found out about this.

Assuming that you’d been wrong about Tommy and he meant well, that didn’t mean that all those chuckleheads would. Some of those jerks had been tormenting you since middle school and this would be nothing more than fuel for them.

You would never hear the end of it, and neither would Tommy.

That was your point.

You could guarantee that he hadn’t thought about what kinds of consequences this would have in his very secluded social life. His people would never let you in like they had all of his other girls in the past.

Nothing was going to be the same if he actually did this.

Tommy followed your gaze to the football players, all hooting and hollering to themselves as they watched the two of you walk together.

“You’re worried about them?” he hummed, his focus once again falling on you and ignoring all of the other attention on you both. Unlike you, he was accustomed to their dumb shit and stupid antics.

Ignoring them was what he did best.

“Yeah, I am”

The words left your lips as little more than a whisper, something you were hoping he hadn’t heard at all, but you wouldn’t be so lucky.

Tommy had put too much into this to just let you go so easily.

“I think we could have fun, we could go to the drive-in or something?” he suggested, ignoring the obvious upset that you’d been in earlier. He was sure that if you gave him a shot, he could prove he wasn’t so bad.

He wasn’t giving up.

“I don’t get why this is so important to you” you groaned, finally halting your movements entirely so that he would stop following you.

He was going to make you explain this to him, no matter what you wanted.

“Because, I think you’re really cool and I figured we could get to know each other a little better” he explained, his answer much more mature and decent than what you’d been expecting.

There wasn’t anything blatantly sexual or degrading about his answer.

Maybe he was right.

The two of you didn’t run in the same social circles and you barely knew one another outside of basic school functions but perhaps there was something there that you just couldn’t see yet.

Tommy may actually surprise you.

All you had to do was let him try.

“One movie, if you hate it, I’ll leave you alone” he promised, changing his approach in hopes that would make you agree. A single night wouldn’t kill you and after that, if you really weren’t into it, he would give up.

All he wanted was a chance.

...and he had a point.

A single night at the drive in with Tommy Milner couldn’t possibly be the end of the world.

“One date, just one” you sighed, not missing the small sparkle in his eyes when he finally realized what you meant before you turned away completely. You may have regretted this at some point, but giving him a chance was the least you could do.

If you rejected him based on an idea, you were no better than all the guys around here that didn’t want anything to do with you because of who they thought you were.

It wasn’t going to kill you.

You just had to remember that, and if anything else came out of it, you would owe him an apology.

Until then, all you owed him was one date.

[deancasheadcanons]

Easy

[ao3]

When Cas came back, Dean didn’t experience the mania he had felt the last time Cas returned from the Empty. He was relieved, of course, but he didn’t know what to do. 

For the first day or two, he couldn’t look Cas in the eye. He was never alone with him. He skirted around him like Cas was the sun and Dean simply an orbiting planet, staying far enough away so as not to burn. 

Cas, for his part, provided Dean the space. He was his usual stoic and steadfast self, but Dean noticed a difference in him anyway. It took him a while to realize that it was Cas’ inherent sadness, that it was gone. He no longer hurt. He was comfortable and content. 

And Dean was jealous. He held tension so fearfully that he woke each morning with pain in his clenched jaw. Don’t look at Cas, don’t be alone with Cas, don’t get too close to Cas, don’t talk to Cas, Cas, Cas.

After a few days, Dean tried to be normal. He started with touch. He knew how to touch Cas, because they had always known touch, had always used touch to communicate with one another. Still, he had to relearn. 

He started easy, with encouraging pats to Cas’ shoulders, a brush of his hand against his elbow, letting his fingers linger for longer than necessary when they handed things between each other. It got easier.

The first time they were alone together, it was morning and Cas was brewing a pot of coffee. They spoke in low tones, across the kitchen from one another, about nothing in particular. But Dean said something that made Cas smile, so Dean crossed the kitchen and wrapped his arms around him and held him until they heard Sam coming down the hall.

Days turned into weeks, and things began to feel normal. As Dean relaxed into his friendship with Cas, he realized what a relief it was to know the certainty of their relationship’s strength. He never doubted himself anymore, never worried that he might push Cas away or hurt him, because Cas’ love was so solid and sure, ever-present and easy. Sometimes, he looked at Cas and the thought would cross his mind, he loves me, and it didn’t terrify him. The tension eased.

Weeks turned into months, and Dean settled in. He sat across from Cas in the kitchen each morning, mostly in silence. He sat across from him in the library, researching cases, mostly in silence. He went on supply runs, Cas in the passenger seat, listening to music. Dean’s affection poured easily from him, in hugs and caresses and gentle words. Cas accepted all with ease.

Months turned into a year. They were watching a movie together one night after Sam had gone to bed. Dean had his arm comfortably slung over the back of the couch, his fingertips within reach of Cas’ shoulder. Cas sat slightly leaned forward, a small smile on his face, engrossed with the plot.

Dean looked at him for a long time. He paused the movie.

“Hey, Cas.”

Cas turned with a surprised look on his face, like he forgot Dean was sitting on the other side of the couch. 

“Uh,” Dean said. “D’you wanna come over here?”

“Over where?”

Dean laughed lightly, then pressed play, turning back toward the TV. “Never mind.”

When the movie ended, they talked about it. Cas enjoyed it and had a lot of things to say. Dean listened. 

After the third time Dean yawned, he said, “I gotta hit the sack, Cas.”

“Alright. Goodnight, Dean.”

He stood from the couch and passed by Cas on his way out of the room, and when his hand accidentally brushed against Cas’ leg, he didn’t stop himself from reaching for him and hauling him up from the couch, leading him down the hall by the hand. 

“Do you ever sleep, Cas?”

“No.”

Dean pulled him down to his bed anyway. “Well, just lay next to me, would you?” He curled onto his side, away from Cas, and fell asleep.

The next time they watched a movie, Dean tipped to the side halfway through and rested his head in Cas’ lap. He fell asleep before it was over, with Cas’ hand a reassuring touch against his shoulder.

Dean knew exactly what day it was that Castiel told him he loved him. He didn’t know if Cas knew, and he wasn’t about to bring it up. But he knew that it was three weeks after the anniversary, and they were on an early-morning supply run, and Dean saw in his peripheral vision the way that Cas was gently tapping his fingers against his thigh to the beat of the music. When Dean looked over for a glimpse of his friend, he found that easy, open smile he had grown so accustomed to over the past year. He looked ahead at the road.

“Hey, Cas?”

“Hmm.”

“I love you.”

Cas huffed a laugh. “I love you, too, Dean.”

The road stretched ahead of them; Cas tapped along to the music. 

Dean parked far away from the store, away from all the other cars. He was faster getting out of the car than Cas, so he was able to meet him on the passenger side. He smiled at him, and Cas smiled back, and when Dean cupped the back of his head and pulled him forward for a kiss, it was easy.  

[supernovafics]

𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑

pairing: andy barber x fem!reader

summary: in which the night was supposed to be special. however, it seems as if something is always going wrong. on this specific night, you and andy have convinced yourselves that everything will finally go according to plan, but it isn’t long until things go awry. you’re not ready to call it quits on it just yet, though.

warnings: defending jacob au (no mentions of laurie or jacob), fluff, slight angst, explicit language

word count: 2.3k words 

author’s note: first andy imagine! hope you guys enjoy<333

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“Whatever excuse you’re about to say, save it,” You said when you answered Andy’s call, and it connected to your car’s Bluetooth. “We are going to this restaurant, Barber. We’ve rescheduled so many times that I’m pretty sure at least two of the hostesses know my number by heart at this point.”

Your statement was a thousand percent true, and you were actually surprised that the restaurant hadn’t blocked your number and banned both you and Andy from coming yet because of how much you had called to reschedule. The last time was only three days ago when you and Andy were completely exhausted from the days you had at work and couldn’t bear to do anything more than deliver a pizza to your home and eat it in bed. The number of crumbs that you noticed in the bed in the morning was horrible, but overall it was worth it.

This night was different, though, at least it was supposed to be. That morning before you headed to the environmental law firm you worked at and Andy went to the DA’s office, you said that you would be done earlier than usual because you would only be doing the beginning preparations for a new case you had. Andy told you that he would be done at his office by seven, giving you both enough time to get to your eight o’clock reservation at the restaurant.

When you left your office not even fifteen minutes ago and hadn’t received any calls from Andy, you actually believed that things were finally going to go exactly how you both planned it. But, of course, you could only get but so lucky.

“I’m really sorry, honey,” Andy told you, and you could hear how sincere those words were. “This Jefferson case has been kicking my ass these past couple of days, and I can just tell I’m finally close to a breakthrough with it.”

You didn’t want to smile; you were supposed to feel at least a little bit mad that this dinner was once again on its way to getting canceled. But, you couldn’t muster up even a hint of a frown; instead, you genuinely felt happy for Andy. You didn’t know much about the case, but you did know how much of a pain it had been for him thus far, so you knew that you couldn’t make him stop working on it right then when things were finally about to turn around. Especially because you knew that if the tables were turned, he wouldn’t make you stop, and you wouldn’t want him to.

These heavily work-oriented sides of the both of you were what caused you two to meet in the first place. You were both in the local bar that pretty much all of the lawyers in Boston would frequent, celebrating wins on your recent cases. You chalked it up to the alcohol running through your veins and the pure happiness you were feeling, because that case was such a big win for you, as the reason why you so easily fell for Andy that night. Because you had always sworn to yourself that you would never get romantically involved with another lawyer. But Andy was different.

“How much longer do you need?” You asked him, already thinking of ways that you could rearrange things so that maybe, hopefully, the night wouldn’t be a total flop.  

It was quiet on Andy’s end for a moment, and you could tell that he was really thinking about his response. “No more than an hour. I promise.”

You glanced at the time displayed in your car; 7:14 pm. “Okay, I’ll call the restaurant and see if they can push our eight o’clock reservation to nine. And I’m on my way to your office now, so I can make sure that your hour is actually an hour.”

Most of the time, actually all of the time, an hour was never really an hour; it was always, always more. And you knew that for a fact because you were guilty of it too. Your respective workaholic natures were something that you both simultaneously loved and hated about each other.

“I love you,” Andy’s voice was soft and comforting.

Although those three words were pretty much second nature to hear after seven years of knowing Andy and five years of marriage, they never, ever failed to make your heart warm.

“Love you too,” You said and smiled to no one but yourself. “I should be there in twenty.”

• • •

The drive to Andy’s office was shorter than expected, which you were surprised about. However, you were unsurprised to only see Andy’s car in the parking lot when you pulled in; you swore that no one at that office worked harder than he did.

“Hi,” You said as you lightly rapped your knuckles against the open door of Andy’s office to grab his attention. His gaze was solely focused on his computer, and his eyebrows were knit together in a concentrated look that you had always found endearing.

When his blue eyes pulled away from his computer and landed on you, a smile found its way on his face. “Hi.”

You walked over to him, and he stood up from his desk, opening his arms which you wasted no time going into. As you wrapped your arms around Andy, the flooding sense of comfort that you felt made you sigh in contentment. Being in his arms always felt like being home.

“The reservation has been changed to nine,” You said, your words slightly muffled due to the way your face was pressed into his chest, but Andy still heard you.

“I’ll be done soon,” He told you, his voice getting lost in your hair.

When you pulled away from the embrace– it was reluctant at first, but then you remembered that there were actually things that needed to get done– you went to sit at the chair that was on the other side of the desk, shrugging your jacket off and placing it on the back of the chair. You nodded your head at Andy’s previous words, knowing that the definition of “soon” that you two had become accustomed to was different than what most people perceived it as.

As Andy went back to working on the case and you mindlessly watched him, a sudden wave of tiredness washed over you. Although your own day at work hadn’t been too chaotic, it was still pretty exhausting. A small yawn escaped your lips, and your eyes settled on the small-sized couch in the corner.

Your gaze was still trained on the grey couch when you heard the sound of a drawer opening, and when you looked at Andy, you saw that he was holding out a folded-up throw blanket for you to take. You grabbed it, and the familiar forest green color and softness stood out to you; it was the one you would usually keep in you guys’ living room.

“When did you start keeping this here?” You were already letting the blanket unfold and wrapping it around yourself.

“After the last time you came here and slept on the couch, and my suit jacket was horrible at keeping you warm.”

You smiled at the thoughtfulness behind the gesture. “Goddamnit, I love you.”

“And I love you,” Andy smiled back. “Now go take a quick nap, and I’ll wake you up in fifty minutes when I’m done with this, and we can finally make it to the reservation.”

You easily found comfort on the couch as you had done a few times before when you decided to join Andy during his late work nights. The couch was weirdly cozy, and you never knew if it was because of how tired you were that made it feel so nice or if it genuinely felt that way. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take long for you to drift off to sleep.

• • •

“Hey,” A soft voice slowly pulled you from the unconscious state you were in. “Honey, wake up.”

You mumbled a slight protest, pulling the blanket draped over you higher so that it shielded your face. Then, you remembered where you were.

You pulled the blanket back down, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Andy’s face; he was kneeling down next to you.

“What time is it?”

He evaded the question and instead said, “I’m sorry.”

“Andy,” You sighed as you sat up from the couch. You felt around for your phone and grabbed it, almost immediately checking the time; 10:03 pm. “Andy.”

“I fucked up,” His voice was quiet, and you pulled your eyes away from your phone and looked at him.

“What happened?” You asked as you tried to rub the remaining sleepiness out of your eyes. Even though you had apparently taken an almost two-hour nap, you still felt extremely tired.

“It was eight, and I wasn’t finished with what I needed for the case, but at that point, I didn’t even care and just wanted to go to dinner with you,” Andy took a seat down next to you on the small couch as he began to launch into his explanation. You watched him with intent eyes. “But, then I saw you sleeping, and you looked so peaceful and tired, and I didn’t wanna wake you. So, I kept working, and I was gonna wake you by eight-thirty, but the time got away from me, and the next thing I knew, it was nine.”

You didn’t say anything in response at first. Instead, you leaned back against the couch, closing your eyes and once again pulling the blanket over your head because there was nothing else you really wanted to do.

“I’m sorry. I know that you really wanted to go to the restaurant tonight.”

You finally decided to say something. “It’s okay.”

You felt the blanket shift, and you opened your eyes to see Andy coming underneath it and pulling some over him– luckily, it was long enough– so that the two of you were cocooned inside of it. “It’s not. You deserve to be mad.”

You considered his words and knew he was right, but you weren’t mad. Honestly, if you were a thousand percent truthful with yourself, you didn’t give a fuck about the dinner and the restaurant. More so, you cared about what it represented, or at least what your mind had warped it into representing.

It had been so long since you and Andy had spent a night together that was solely romantic and didn’t involve the two of you lounging about in your home eating takeout or being completely exhausted from work. You had desperately wanted something that resembled how it used to be between you two before things became so domesticated. For reasons you couldn’t decipher, you wanted a glimpse back into the beginning, almost honeymoon-like, stages of your relationship with him. And it seemed as if it was something that was entirely out of reach at this point.

“But, the night’s not a complete bust.” Andy’s words pulled you out of your scattered thoughts. However, they did nothing but confuse you.  

Before you could ask him what he meant by his statement, he pulled off the blanket that was draped over you both, and it was then that you noticed the set up of Chinese food takeout on Andy’s desk. The food was plated nicely on disposable plates that you were sure were from the office’s break room, and there was even a lit candle in the middle of the desk. You noticed that the candle was the one you had gotten Andy for Christmas with the sole purpose of him having it in his office; apparently, the scent was supposed to be very calming.

Looking at the setup made you finally fully realize that the restaurant and dinner did not matter. In fact, this was far better than being in a fancy restaurant surrounded by other people and trying new food that you probably wouldn’t like anyway. This was much more romantic, and you loved every aspect of it.

It made you feel slightly frustrated at yourself that you had been making such a big deal out of it all in the first place. It wasn’t the restaurant that would make you feel reminded of the early aspects of your relationship. It was simply being with Andy that would, and always did, make you feel that way and more.

You did not know why you were on the verge of tears, but you did know that they were nothing but joyous. You looked over at Andy and noticed that he was staring at you so that he could gauge your reaction to everything. You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “This is great. So great. Fuck, I can barely even form words right now.”

A breath of a laugh fell from your lips, and when you pulled back from the embrace, you placed a kiss on his cheek, his beard grazing your chin in a way that you had always loved.

“I’m glad and relieved,” Andy said as the two of you made your way over to his desk. “It’s definitely not high-end restaurant quality, but it is from our favorite place on Bleeker Street.”

You settled in your chair, your mouth watering at the food in front of you. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until then. “Maybe we’re not meant to go to fancy restaurants anymore. We’re just takeout people now. And I think I’m okay with that.”

Andy’s lips upturned in a small smile. “Me too.”

“Now tell me everything about this godforsaken case,” You said and then took a bite from your egg roll. You always enjoyed hearing about his cases; it was a contrast from the work that you did that you always found refreshing, although most of the cases were more bleak if anything.

As Andy launched into an in-depth telling about what the case was about and the issues arising with it, you looked at him adoringly and listened intently as you both ate your food.

There was no grand dinner, but everything was still romantic, actually even more so. To you and him both, it was still a night to remember.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Hii can I please request prompt 10 and 25 from candy cane with Omi and Tsumu? (or Tsukki) 👉👈

“you taste so sweet” + “hm, no panties” with sakusa kiyoomi and atsumu miya

cw. threesome, fingering, slut shaming, oral (receiving)

a/n. I went a little crazy on this one, I don’t understand what’s going on but uhm... really wanna get slapped that’s all.

It’s been a few months since you’ve had this ‘arrangement’ with Atsumu, meeting up with him once a week, though he always found ways to make it three times a week.

It’s also been one month since you also started another ‘arrangement’ with Sakusa, though he only calls you once every two weeks. You tell yourself it’s not cheating on anybody, there’s no strings attached to any of the relationships, it’s just a good fuck and you’re out.

So why were they here, now, both of them in your front door?

“So um c-can I offer you anything?” You say, you’d let them both inside as they excused themselves, they said they couldn’t make their way home because of the storm, which was true, the rain pattering on your window was enough to prove that. So they asked to stay the night, but why couldn’t they stop somewhere else?

“An explanation” Atsumu spat, that’s when you realized.

They knew.

“T-to...what?” You tried playing it off, which was a terrible mistake. Their gazes felt heavy on your body, you knew they knew and you still denied it. To their eyes it just made you more pathetic.

After giving you a long judgemental look they looked back at each other, as if confirming something to themselves. We’re they planning this all along?

“Ya dirty little thing... Ya know what ya have to explain” The blonde said. Now he held a dominating tone and an intimidating gaze, which is much worse than a jusdgemental one.

“No I don’t think-“ suddenly Sakusa grabbed your wrists and pinned you against the couch, cutting your words short and making you stumble to find them.

“Wanna try that again?”

If you had a chance to start over that conversation, you probably would’ve gave in to their request. You would’ve told them that you were sleeping with the both of them.

But you knew exactly why you denied it, both of them were extremely dominating in bed, so the thought of them both at the same time frightened you.

And so instead of saying what they wanted you to say, you turned on your submissive side, in hopes it would make up for it. You let them grope your body, Sakusa had a hand on your bottom, pulling down the little shorts you’d been wearing.

“Hm, no panties?” Atsumu hummed against your ear, the light vibrations making you arch your back. You hummed back at him in agreement, an almost silent way of telling him that you indeed planned this, even though you didn’t. “Now. I’m gonna give you one last chance, tell me what’s going on, now”

“I- I’ve been sleeping with the both of you” you finally admitted while Atsumu ran his fingers through the wet slit,

“Mm, and do ya think what ya did was wrong?” You nodded your head. Your heated bodies were close, too close, skin on skin with each other while Sakusa watched from the seat. “Answer me”

“I don’t k-know, you never told me I was your girlfriend so I... I thought-“

“Ya though ya could just go and whore around like some sort of easy girl?” He said, you left a light gasping sound slip past your lips at his words, shocked that he could go that far into degrading you.

“N-no I just- hahh...” you relaxed under his touch when his finger slipped into your heat. “‘tsumu-!”

“Hey... he’s not the only one here” Sakusa’s hand made it’s way to your little hole, before h did anything he watched mesmerized at how well it would stretch to acomodate Atsumu’s fingers.

“Well I’m the only one here who’s actually makin’ her feel good omi” Atsumu said with a smirk on his face. The fact that they couldn’t even be bothered by you, they were having a normal conversation while the blonde was knuckles deep inside you.

“Shut up... bet you can’t wait to have us stuffing you, isn’t that right?”

“I’m gonna pull out my fingers, put yours instead” Sakusa looked at you, almost dumbfounded, while you just whined when Atsumu pulled out his fingers. The need to be filled again was growing, and Sakusa wasn’t helping at all.

To your shock, you soon saw Atsumu kneeling down in front of your naked pussy, his breath fanning over your lips and his hands on either thigh, holding you open while he worked his tongue against you.

“Mm fuck baby... ya taste so sweet” he groaned. Then, just when you needed it, you felt Sakusa’s skilled fingers working their way inside your tight pussy, clenching around nothing since the only thing pleasuring you was the other male’s mouth.

“I- if you keep doing that... I’m gonna cum”

“Do it, just know, there’s going to be a punishment if ya do” of course, everything with Atsumu always came with a punishment, as well behaved as you’d tried to be.

“N-no please, just wanna cum-!” You stopped talking the moment you felt the first wave of your orgasm hit you, it was nothing like you’d experienced before. Maybe it was because of all this attention, if that were the case then you told yourself to dissobey more often.

“Cumming...cumming!” You screamed while tugging on his hair to take him out from between your thighs. The pleasure was good, but the way he lapped up your juices like a starved man was overstimulating you.

You took deep breaths which they both knew very well, they’d grown accustomed to those heavy sights and labored breathing, ones you only used when you were in your post orgasm bliss. Before you could even think of moving, Sakusa moved his boy to tower over you,

“It’s just like Atsumu said, you thought you could up just go whoring around... well, I’ll show you how little sluts like you should be treated”

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The Bold and The Honk: Ler!George Lee!Karl

With a brief Ler!Quackity, Ler!Dream and Ler!SapNap

ALL PLATONIC

Author Notes: Sorry this took a bit longer than I thought it would! But it's finally here!!!

Words: 3314

WARNINGS: Swearing, I think that's it let me know if you think something else should be a warning.

SUMMARY: George is in a rather big Ler mood and is desperate to wreck someone. Lucky for him there are four others in the Feral household and so his search for a lee begins.

It was a rather ordinary day in the feral boys household each man was doing something rather independently. Dream was taking his fifth nap of the day though it was only noon. SapNap was editing in his office. Quackity was practicing making a few different dishes for a cooking stream they all had planned for later in the week and Karl was assisting him. That left George.

He was supposed to be working on his most recent video for his seemingly neglected YouTube channel but he just couldn’t get up the momentum he needed in order to focus. His mind was far too busy putting him in a very interesting mood. He watched his own fingers tap away at the keys and couldn’t help but imagine the squeaks and giggles it would make rather than its ‘click clack’ if it were a person beneath his fingers instead.

He leaned back in his chair, fingers running through his already messy hair. This only made him think of Karl and how he’d melt if someone lightly scratched his head. A fond smile crossed his lips. Living among the four other men he’d grown accustomed to the various and constant forms of affection. If any of them wanted a specific affection such as to cuddle there was always another Feral around to ensure they were helped and happy.

Gogy’s mind wandered back to tickling and how much it meant to the five of them. If ever one of them was in need of cheering up or just a smile this was a much favored method to get the crew back into a chipper mindset. Occasionally one of them would even ask to be on the receiving end and the friends would oblige with no questions. George was in the opposite mood however. He wanted to be on the giving end of things right now. He felt as though he needed it.

George was rarely one to be in a lee mood. He was often neutral until one of the others was under attack, then he’d join the offensive. Right now though, he was far from neutral, he was completely in a ler mood and ready to wreck someone. He trudged his way down the hall to Dream’s room and poked his head in the door. The green hooded man had clearly just woken up, his hair was tousled and his eyes were struggling to stay open. George tapped lightly on the door. Looking up Dream groaned jokingly “Ewwww what do you want?”

“I need you to help me with a certain mood I’m in?”

“What mood exactly?”

George stepped into the room until he was next to Dream “I’m in a ler mood and I really wanna tickle someone. You’ll help me right, Dreamy?” He poked his friend in the side.

“Absolutely nahahat! I just woke up! Go awahay!” The green one giggled and gave George a playful shove towards the door. George moved over to him again and ruffled his already messy hair with a grin.

“Fine sleepyhead, but don’t come to me with your next lee mood. I won’t be nice about it.”

“Whatever just get outta here dumbass.” Dream chuckled, swatting the offending hand away.

George decided to leave and continue his search for his next victim. Next he checked with Sap who was content at his desk. He leaned over the man’s shoulder. “Saaappppp” he whined.

“Geeoorrrggggeeeee” Sapnap mockingly whined back. “What’s up Gogs?”

“Can you help meee?”

“With what? Be specific.” Sap chuckled, eyes on the screen. George placed his hands on the ravenette’s sides, who tensed and smiled.

“I wanna tickle someone, like wreck them.”

“I’m editing go tickle Dream!” He playfully swatted Gogy’s hands away.

“He’s just woken up and won’t let me.”

“Then try Quackity.”

“He’s cooking.”

“Then tickle Karl, you know he loves it.” Sap giggled and pushed his friend towards the door “We can’t all procrastinate Gogs, I need to finish this video.” The door closed on him, Sap had returned to editing.

Editing had its own kind of fun but nothing would entertain the streamer the way his friends’ reactions did. SapNap was the proudest of the bunch, always holding out on laughing for as long as possible and will deny any compliments till the bitter end. Would have been an excellent target.

Dream was a screamer, his constant wheezing and endless sass made him an interesting lee to say the least. He always claimed to hate being tickled but the word ‘stop’ seemed to leave his vocabulary at the smallest poke. Unfortunately he was still drowsy and as such off the list.

Quackity was an involuntary fighter, the kind you have to pin a bit if you don’t wanna get punched or kicked. His hysterical laughter is always filled with a sailor’s worth of swearing no matter how much fun he’s having. George didn’t feel like getting potentially injured though. Another lee bites the dust.

Karl, on the other hand, was pure gold. The most ticklish, easily flustered by compliments and teasing but also not too embarrassed to admit that he loves the affectionate bonding that was tickling. His laughter was always full of cute noises like hiccups and snorts. But above all, since he enjoyed it, he was the one of George’s friends who could last the longest. Perfect.

Sir Not Found made his way to the basement, the Feral Cave as they all called it. With large sofas for streaming console games together and a large kitchen for cooking streams like the one Quackity was currently preparing for. Karl was presently attempting to flip an omelet and failing miserably.

“Oi! It’s a wild Gogy! In my kitchen!? The fuck is this!?” Quackity announced George’s arrival.

“Hey George! Wanna watch me pop off? I’m the omelet flipping champion.” Karl boasted and Quack rolled his eyes.

“You’ve dropped that same egg blob like five times, good thing no ones gonna eat it, they’d die on the first bite.” Quack told him.

George, who hadn’t said a word, walked into the kitchen and behind Karl. He slipped his arms around his friend’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“Uhhuh George?” Karl’s tone was nervous and giddy. “Everything okay?”

George decided not to beat around the bush “I’m in a terrible ler mood. Lemme tickle you?” He gently poised his hands on Karl’s sides.

Karl froze and his cheeks turned red “Wh-What? How can you just ask that?” The room was already filled with his nervous giggles. He tensed in George’s hold, anticipating an attack. “B-Besides I’m helping Quack right now.”

“Oooh Karl’s in trouble Gogy’s in his bold arc!” Quackity teased. “You can have him Gogs, he’s a terrible sous chef anyway!”

“Hey!” Karl protested.

“Pleeaaasssseee Karl?” George tightened his hold, effectively hugging the other man who slightly melted into his arms.

“Oh fu-honk, okay. Please just-“ he was cut off as he was promptly thrown over George’s shoulder and carried towards the couches. His sweater paws now covered his face. He let out a yelp as he was plopped onto the sofa.

“Damn Gogy, you’re down bad. Must be one hell of a ler mood. Karl you’re so fucked” Quackity called from across the room.

Karl was far too giggly to respond. He covered his face and squirmed as George sat on his waist. “I don’t know where this mood came from. I just really needed to wreck someone. I tried Sap but he’s editing and told me to ask Karl because Karl. Loves. Being. Tickled. So. So. Much.” If there were any doubt that Karl was blushing before there was no room for argument now, with each word George poked Karl in the ribs, sending him into a giggle fit full of squeaks as his face flushed red.

“Sahahap is duhuhumb.” Karl offered.

“Mm-hm, and you’re ticklish! Now where’s that adorable laughter Karl? Please don’t keep me waiting. Your face has gone red you’re like a raspberry!” George reminded him by tasering his sides, earning a squeal. “Any specific requests from our little web star i-Karlee?”

Karl was in tease hell. When did George come up with a nickname like that!? His blush began to spread up to his ears and he made a series of flustered sputters as he tried to form words. He shook his head no.

“So I can just go for it?”

Karl nodded.

“Do you want me to start slow or wreck you? Your face is getting darker, how cute! Is that red Quackity? I need help confirming since I’m colorblind” George wiggled his fingers in the air.

More sputters left Karl’s lips. When did Gogy get so good at teasing? “I-I do-don’t” he squealed again as his sides were tasered once more.

“That’s not an answer~”

“J-Juhuhust” Karl tried to think through his giggles. He would die if this teasing continued. Unsure if he could handle being wrecked immediately he chose what he thought was the safer option. “Slohohow fihihirst”

“Aww~ anything for you i-Karlee!” George started by lightly scratching along his friend’s lower belly.

“Nahahaha!” Karl covered his mouth and snorted.

“Oh~ how adorable, you sound just like techno! Do it again!” George scratched around Karl’s navel.

“George NOHO!” He squealed and kicked his legs out behind the ravenette above him. Trying his best to not snort again he grabbed a nearby pillow and used it to muffle the noise.

“Now now, don’t hide from me Karl. You’ll only make it worse~” he teased and pinched along Karl’s lower rib, just enough to make him let go of the pillow. Karl snorted again as George returned his attention to his navel.

“Oh? Does this little piggy have a ticklish button? This one here?” He poked his finger inside and wiggled it around.

A small cackle resounded from the brunette “NAHAHA dohohoHOHOnt!” He whined and squirmed left to right.

“I believe the rhyme goes whee whee whee whee all the way home Karl” wriggling digits spidered up Karls sides and ribs, right to his armpits. Arms snapped down as bubbly laughter filled the air. “Do you think this is a good home for them?”

“OHOHOUT! G-GEHEHET OUT! NOHOHAHAHA” Karl bucked up and down trying to wrench the attacking fingers from his hallows.

“I’d love to but it seems as though I’m stuck here. What am I to do Karl? You’ve trapped me.”

“SLOHOHOW DOHOHOWN” Karl pleaded and snorted once more his face scrunched.

“Alright but you’ll have to lift your arms if I do~” Gogy warned him but slowed down to give his friend a breather.

Very hesitant arms lifted to free George's hands. As promised Gogy removed his hands from Karl’s armpits and began scanning for his next target. Karl took deep breaths and closed his eyes as he giggled and rubbed away the phantom tickles.

“Would you like to play a little game i-Karlee?”

“Whahat kind ohohof game?” He blushed at the nickname.

“It’s simple really, you keep your arms up as I count your ribs. If you snort I start over, If you bring your arms down that’s ten seconds of tickling on your worst spot.”

“You’re evil”

“That’s not a no Karl~”

“Sh-shut up”

“Is that a yes?”

“I… I mean-... It’s more of a…”

“Arms uuup~ up, up ,up.” George coaxed him and smirked.

Karl’s arms betrayed him as he felt his head rest on his hands, his arms up and behind his head. He knew he’d never made it through this counting game before without his arms coming down. He knew it was a trap and yet he couldn’t help the anticipatory giggles that poured from his mouth.

“Wow you must be in a lee mood if you’re being this obligatory. I’m honored.”

Karl avoided eye contact, his blush returning.

“Awww~ I knew he’d be willing to help you George” Sapnap’s voice came from the kitchen where he was now helping Quackity clean. “Karl loves to be tickled.”

“Is that what all the noise is?” A still half-awake Dream fumbled down the stairs and flopped onto his beanbag chair that was just out of view of their stream setup. Karl’s hands moved back to covering his face.

“It certainly is Dream! He’s helping me with my Ler mood.” Gogy supplied.

“Aww~ How sweet of him. Oh my god, look at how red he is.” He scoffed, “Since he loves to be tickled so much it’s a win win. Having fun Karl?” Dream chuckled and watched the two from afar. The glint in his eye made Karl nervous again.

“Now where were we?” George returned his attention to a very flustered Jacobs “Ah yes~ Put those arms back up, please.”

A tiny squeak and the raising of arms was all Gogy needed to begin. He started at the top rib, knowing that, when it came to his ribs, Karl’s were more ticklish the lower they were. Karl gave a surprised squeal and began to wiggle around, his arms already threatened to drop.

“Oooonnneee~ stay still for me okay i-Karlee?”

“i-Karlee? Really George” Sap laughed “that’s so dumb.”

“Twooo~ such a pretty laugh”

“Karl seems to like it~” Quackity chimed in.

“Threeeee~! You’re changing color again. Is it magic?”

“Aww does little Jacobs love his new nickname?” Dream added to the verbal assault.

“SHUT THE HONK UP” Karl was losing it. All of his friends' teasing was getting to him far more than the actual tickling. “Plehehehease! You buhuhunch of nihihimrods! I’m gohohonna dihihiie”

“That’s not very nice Karl!” George smirked as he continued counting ribs silently “you should apologize~”

Karl shook his head no. He knew what he was getting into.

“Oh? Feeling sassy all of a sudden?”

“You gonna take that from a lee George?” Dream instigated, ignoring the slow rise of butterflies in his own stomach. The tickling stopped.

“What are you dohohoing?” Karl gave nervous glances to both of them. He’d expected to be wrecked, not ignored.

“Apologize or you’ll be punished” George told him.

“Try me” Karl taunted.

“Oh I’m not going to tickle you into apologizing, quite the opposite actually.”

“What? How does that-?”

“If you don’t apologize no one gets to tickle you for a week. Even if you ask.”

“That’s just evil Gogy you know Karl can’t go a day without a lee mood” Sapnap added.

“Holy shit, Gogy’s villain arc!? Ooohhh you better apologize Karl~” Quackity watched them with excitement.

“Well what’s it gonna be?” George looked at Karl again “say sorry and I’ll wreck you properly” wiggling fingers hovered over Karl’s lower ribs.

“O-okay I’m sorry.” Karl hid his face again “please tickle me” he squirmed in place. A flood of adoring comments from the other four men filled his ears. Karl’s face returned to a lovely shade of red as he sputtered and giggled.

“Aww he even said please, now you gotta ruin him good Gogs.” Quackity laughed.

“I intend to. You three help me a bit?” George ignored Karl’s giggly protests “don’t tickle him, just tease.”

The trio grinned and gathered around. Sapnap was behind Karl, arms around his waist. Dream was on his beanbag he’d dragged over beside the couch. Quackity was laying on the back of the sofa. George, in front of Karl, positioned his hands on the brunettes knees.

“Ready Karl?” George asked him in a teasy tone but wanted to make sure he wasn’t crossing a line.

Pulling his hood over his eyes, giggling frantically, Karl nodded. A shriek was caught in his laughter as it began. George kneaded the spot above each knee and scribbled beneath them whenever the chance arose. He grinned at the bubbly laughter filled the air, mixed with snorts and cackles. Now this was the kind of lee interaction he’d needed.

“Awwww, how cute your knees are so sensitive~” SapNap cooed directly into his ear.

“How is your laughter so sweet Karl. I literally don’t understand how it can be so endearing” Quackity chimed in from his perch. George was currently kneading Karl’s sides making the younger squeal in lighthearted protest. Tears of mirth streamed down his cheeks.

“Better not let the fans see you blush like this Karl~” Dream chuckled “They’d lose their shit. Imagine Karl can’t open social media without see everyone saying how adorable he is~”

Another shriek pierced the air as hands squeezed Karl’s hips on rapid fire. Karl leaned back into Sapnap to avoid bucking away from the touch. Sap chuckled and blew gently on his ears, not touching him but it tickled Karl just enough to make him scrunch up his shoulders and kick out his legs a bit.

All the while Dream and Quackity continued to ruffle Karl’s hair and showered him with teasing words and praise. “Aww was that a snort Karlos~”

“You look like you’re loving this Karl~”

Karl’s struggling car to a stop and he melted into the sofa and Sap’s embrace. His mind was really foggy but he knew he was happy. He felt safe even in moments like this because he knew his friends would never take it too far. Three people teasing as one wrecked him physically was a new but welcomed experience for the lee. After another couple of minutes the tickling was only a gentle skittering across his neck, making him melt as he caught his breath,

“I think I’m satisfied, how about you Karl? Did you get your fill?” George checked.

“Uhuhuh just ohohone more tihihing?” Karl giggled shyly.

A flood of awes filled the air, making him hide his face once again.

“And what would that be?~” George paused for an answer.

“R-Raspberries” A familiar heat arose to his features.Due to keeping his face in his sweater paws Karl missed the mischievous grins and looks that passed between the other four. A silent plan formed.

“What!? Gogy forgot your raspberries? How rude, don’t worry I’ve got your back Karl.~” Sap said into his ear. Karl knew exactly what that tone was and barely had time to speak before a raspberry was blow onto his neck by Sapnap.

“SAHAHAP WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?”

“Oi! Look what you’ve done Nappitus!” Quackity was using his chef voice again “You’ve upset Karl and made ’im sweah! You should know his favorite spot is right ‘ere!” With that he blew a raspberry upon Karl’s ribs.

“QUAHAHAHCK STAHAHAHAP” Karls shriekd but made no attempt to escape.

“You’re doing it wrong it’s riiight here~” Dream took in a huff of air.

Karl’s hands shot down from his face just in time to see his roommates’s lips reach his side “DREHEHEAM NOHOHOOOO- ACK” His whine was cut off by a yelp and a flood out loud, bright laughter. Dream smirked and continued.

“Now, now we should all know that Karl’s belly is his favorite~” George had to speak loudly to be heard over the symphony of sensations that were currently driving poor Karl insane. Karl squirmed and sputtered half hearted protests as George leaned down and took in a large breath. The vibrations sent a shock through Karl’s core and left him laughing silently. A chorus of raspberries on his four worst yet favorite spots was causing him to feel exhausted. Noticing this his quartet of lers each gave him one last raspberry before helping him rub away the phantom tickles. They all hugged him and showered him with praise for holding out.

“Thahahahat was mehehean” Karl giggled and hiccuped in the pile of an embrace.

“Was it too much?” George asked, a bit worried. Karl blushed and shook his head no.

“Did you love it Karl~?” Dream chided. Karl nodded, sweater paws covering his face.

“Awwww~ Karlos~” Quackity hugged him a bit tighter.

“Sh-shut up” Karl couldn’t hide the grin in his voice and the group laughed together. They stayed piled up for a while but eventually Dream and Quackity wandered off leaving Sapnap stranded under George and Karl who had managed to fall asleep on top of him.

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Let's all raise a glass to you, Surey! 🥰😇❤ Please enjoy!

The Pillarmen go out to a Bar with you! 🍻

(Under the cut for length...)

Kars:

• Kars isn't really a person to go out to drink.

• If anything, he prefers to enjoy a drink or two at Home and unwind with a book or in a bath.

• However, if you want to take him out on the town he doesn't refuse you, even though he's not the biggest fan of bars or nightclubs and the crowds of people that come with it.

• If this was something that made you happy, than he supposed it would all be worthwhile to let you enjoy yourself.

• When going out to a bar or a club, those are the nights he dons his dark coat and hat (despite how you may plan to dress for the evening) and walks arm in arm with you down the street to the place of your choice.

• You better had pick a good one because he's not a man to hop from place to place in one night. He makes it very clear that it's here and then Home.

• The majority of the night he prefers to sit quietly at the bar or at a booth in the far corner, silently nursing a glass of vodka or red wine.

• He'll let you dance and socialize and enjoy yourself all you want but don't expect him to do the same.

• Kars will also monitor how much you're drinking and don't think he won't cut you off if he's deemed you've had enough.

• For your safety, he keeps his eyes on you at all times as he doesn't exactly trust these kinds of establishments and he knows how truly disgusting Humans can be if given the chance.

• It's no surprise he has absolutely no tolerance for riff raff or drunks should they happen to be around.

• Anyone who's sober (or anyone with a brain for that matter) wouldn't dare to bother him, simply by the powerful and inhuman aura he emits just sitting there.

• Once on a night out, a drunk man who was entertaining himself by going around and poking people made the mistake of staggering up to Kars where he sat, reaching out and tapping him right on the nose.

• Surprisingly very calm about it, Kars watched him stumble away laughing with little more than a glare before rising to his feet. The song had suddenly changed in that moment and couples were dancing to some upbeat music, Kars left his glass behind at the bar and approached you on the dance floor.

• It shocked you to say the least when Kars approached and took your hand and asked for a dance to which you happily obliged.

• This was a little odd for Kars to want to dance in public but you didn't think to question it.

• As the dance floor crowded and people danced away the drunk man made his rounds again, laughing as he went around and tapped people on the nose, pinched their cheek or flicked them on the chin. Kars had his eyes set on him the entire time he danced, waiting with all the patience in the world.

• The unsuspecting man passed bye Kars one more time and the altercation was fast. Very fast. So very momentary even you didn't see it happen.

• Kars spun you around with one hand and with the other he curled his fist and punched the drunk man straight under his chin, knocking him to the floor, completely unconscious.

• Kars continued to dance with you like nothing at all happened as people suddenly took notice, crowding around the floored drunk questioningly.

• "Hmm," Kars peered over his shoulder, lips pursed and the very definition of unbothered. Not a soul (not even you) suspected a thing. "It would seem he's had too much to drink."

• In Kars' opinion, that was more merciful than the man deserved.

• On the nights where you're drunk, you can bet that he's grumbling the entirety of the time dragging you Home.

• Listening to you giggle and chatter on without a care in the world, slurring your words and relying on him to keep upright might've warmed his heart if he wasn't aware of the complete mess you would be in the morning.

• Kars isn't one to baby you when you're hungover either.

• You did this to yourself and he did warn you not to drink so much afterall.

• But he's not cruel to you when you're hungover. He'll smoothe your hair and rub your back if you happen to get sick. He'll also make you drink plenty of water and he'll let you rest as long as you need to.

• As long as you had fun and keep enjoying these little nights out he doesn't mind all the displeasing parts that come with it. Your happiness is truly what matters to him in the end.

Esidisi:

• Quite the opposite of Kars, Esidisi LOVES going out on the town for a couple of drinks with you.

• In fact, he's got a number of favourite places around to pick but he'll always ask you for your approval when making the decision.

• Chances are, when you and him are such frequent Bar goers together, EVERYONE at your favourite spots will know you!

• Esidisi sometimes likes to go the extra mile for the occasion and throw on something sexy but still casual. Long sleeved, colourful shirts halfway unbuttoned and some jewelry always does the trick for him.

• The most memorable nights for you both is when there's a new place opened up in town and the two of you go to check it out, meet some new people and maybe dance a little.

• It's probably safe to say that Esidisi's favourite thing to do is mess with any drunks that happen to be around.

• He'll sit at the bar as you drink and socialize with some of your friends, surrounded by a bunch of tipsy Humans, using his powers to do the oddest tricks for money.

• The crowd goes absolutely wild no matter how many times they see him make a glass of cold beer boil using just his hand.

• Chances are, Esidisi might end up being more drunk than you the majority of these nights because of his entertaining nature.

• "You can't possibly drink that whole glass in one go." The Bartender frowned at the Pillarman skeptically after he had made that outrageous claim. "It's not possible."

• Esidisi could only grin at him as he put the glass to his lips. Without another word he threw back his head, sucking down the cold, inky Beer in one massive gulp; foam and all.

• The Bartender (now not so skeptical) and the man sitting to Esidisi's left, who had been nursing his 2nd glass of the same stuff for about 10 minutes now, could only stare at him, awestruck.

• "Aw Hell," he gaped. "I'd pay 20$ to see that again!"

• 20$ was put down and another glass gone within seconds; just the same as the first. A crowd began to draw around the bar and the massive man seated there.

• 40$, 80$, 150$, 300$ bets were laid out on the counter and Esidisi rightfully collected ALL of it as he just kept drinking, each glass gone in a single gulp.

• Needless to say, you're gonna be screwed if you're drunk yourself on nights like that because stuffing a Pillarman whose drank his body weight in alcohol into a Cab to try and get him Home isn't an easy job.

• Most especially when said drunkard Pillarman keeps insisting he's NOT drunk, whines he doesn't wanna go Home yet and keeps trying to go back inside.

• When Esidisi is hungover the next day it's not a treat either. Be prepared for WHINING.

• However, if you happen to be the hungover one he's probably one of the best caregivers you could ask for.

• He'll chuckle as he gives you some ibuprofen and water, telling you all about the great time you both had (if you happen to have forgotten) and how you took your drinks like an absolute champ.

• Needless to say, he's always down for a night out at a bar with you.

Wamuu:

• Admittedly, Wamuu was a little on the inexperienced side when it came down to drinking or going to places like bars.

• Overtime with you however, he grows more accustomed to the concept of both.

• When you take him out to a bar for a couple of drinks he doesn't really dress up for the occasion unless you tell him to. He prefers to just put on a clean white T-shirt, sweatpants and maybe a hoodie.

• You'll have to order his drink for him on the first few nights out together because he honestly doesn't know what he likes or what to have.

• The variety of alcohol (let alone the amount of brands under a single kind) was a little overwhelming to him.

• "--and what will you have?" "Um... beer?" "What kind, sir?" "..... um.... beer?"

• He's happy to let you drink and socialize if you wish to but he'll be a little lost if you leave him alone at the bar with his drink and a bunch of strangers to go to the washroom.

• Surprisingly however, it isn't hard for him to make some friends when that happens.

• With nothing else to do, he'll be watching whatever sports game is happening on one of the many TV's as he sips away at his drink.

• The game doesn't really interest him (he doesn't even understand the point of it) but he picks up on the habit of cheering when other people in the bar cheer and celebrate for their team.

• Because of that, other men and sportsfans alike will just flock to Wamuu under the impression he's a fellow sportsfanatic (or maybe even a sports player himself due to his massive size).

• By the time you come back, he's surrounded by a gaggle of sportsfans all cheering and highfiving Wamuu, patting him on the back, punching his shoulder and offering him plenty more to drink.

• He just shrugs at you when he catches your confused gaze from across the bar as he's not really sure what's going on either.

• Though he's content to let you drink and enjoy yourself, he knows very well when you've had quite enough to drink. He will straight up pick you up and carry you Home if need be.

• "Kisssh me, Wammmmuu." You half-giggled, sluggishly trying to pull yourself more upright to give his absolutely delectable looking lips the smooching you so wanted to as he closed the door of your apartment behind him.

• The Warrior sighed, patting your head. "Oh beloved, I am most honored you want to but you're drunk, it's not right..." he told you gently, carrying you all the way to your bedroom to lay you down despite any protests you might make.

• After giving you plenty of water and tucking you in (you at least get a goodnight kiss on the head), he'll keep an eye on you until the morning and ensure all your needs are met when you're hungover.

• If you ask him, he'll admit that he had fun and has no objections to going out again next weekend.

Santana:

• Much like Kars, Santana isn't exactly the biggest fan of noises or crowds of Humans in one settlement.

• Be prepared for him to crinkle his nose at the thought of going to a bar or a club where all of that happens under one roof.

• After some coaxing however, he'll agree but mostly for your sake.

• He wants to see you happy and he knows that nights out for some fun and social interaction was healthy for Humans.

• Besides, he also saw this as an opportunity to study Humans and try to understand their behavior a little better.

• Santana will throw on some street clothes and follow you wherever you want to go that night; whether its near or far, big or small.

• When going to a bar he's more interested in the food there rather than the drink.

• In fact; you'll come to find that he LOVES Bar food.

• The waitress will barely turn her back for a second before the basket of nachos she just delivered him has suddenly ceased to exist and he's asking for more.

• With an appetite like that, the Bar staff asks him if he wants to try their challenge of eating a HUGE meal under a set amount of time. If he wins he gets the meal free and all the drinks you order tonight free, his next meal here free and his picture on the Bars wall of fame.

• He only agrees to the challenge because he likes the sound of free food.

• The food comes and Santana makes it on the wall of fame easily in record time. The Owner of the place is absolutely gobsmacked with the fact that Santana scarfed down an ENTIRE 10 pound burger in less than 2 minutes.

• Santana will stare at the menu of drinks for the longest time, mouthing out the names of drinks and brands curiously. He'll want you to explain him what everything is but he honestly won't know what he'll like.

• He absolutely doesn't like beer. Not at all.

• The first sip of the first glass given to him was promptly spit out. Santana's mouth twisted into a bitter knot, pushing the glass FAR away and shaking his head frantically to try and rid of the disgusting yeasty film left on his tongue.

• You'll have to order him something more appealing in taste if you want him to drink at all.

• You'll find that he comes to enjoy a more sweet and fruity tropical drink like a Piña colada.

• "How is it?" You ask, a smile tugging at your mouth when you notice a little gleam in his eye as he put the colourful drink to his lips. He definitely looked less miserable than he had a moment ago.

• "Hmm," a little pink tongue darted out to swipe along his upper lip, his thumb fiddling with the tiny umbrella sitting on the ridge of the glass. "sweet. Pleasing."

• Because of his newfound love for the sweet tropical tasting booze you might have to monitor how much he has to be on the safe side as you weren't sure whether Santana would handle intoxication well.

• However, if you decide to let go and have one too many Santana will put his arm around you and firmly tell you it's time to go Home.

• He doesn't really know the first thing about the care and feeding of a hungover Human but he'll do anything you ask of him.

• You need water? He's got two bottles ready for you. Head hurt? He'll sprint to the store for Ibuprofen for you. The sunlight in the window bothering you? He'll cover that window using his own body if he has to.

• You might just be surprised when he asks you if you and him could go to another bar soon for more good food and a couple more drinks...