#it sat on a counter for a while (i kept trying to hide it behind something else) but eventually went back to school and forgot about it

[unganseylike]

can we talk about this cursed wretched chicken my mom refuses to get rid of? please im dying to talk about that cursed wretched chicken my mom refuses to get rid of

[psiqueromance]

after hours. l.jn

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You sighed, your head aching from the interrupted sleep. You looked at Jeno, who was sleeping peacefully next to you, face down on the bed with his arms around the pillow that supported his head, his chest rising and falling gently with each slow breath that came from his half-open mouth.

You wondered if you should really wake him up at such an early hour, wondering if it would make him angry, his night's sleep being interrupted because his girlfriend wanted to eat a specific food that wasn't at home – deep down you knew he wouldn't mind, your boyfriend being too sweat to get upset over something so silly.

Slowly and lazily, you approached Jeno from behind him, one arm resting on his pillow to keep your balance while your other hand came to rest on his shoulders. Looking over his shoulder, you smiled softly at how peaceful your boyfriend looked sleeping. You shook him lightly, so as not to startle him but enough to wake him up. "Jeno?" you whispered close to his ear, kissing his cheek.

At first there were no answers, only your boyfriend's low snoring being heard, but after a few seconds of insistence it seemed that his slumbering state had ceased, a low whine sound coming from his lips as he rubbed his eyes. "Babe, are you awake?" you asked him softly.

Jeno opened his eyes, half closing them as he tried to see the time on the clock on the nightstand next to him. "Babe, it's late, what are you doing up?" He murmured, almost incomprehensible, turning over with his eyes closed again and hugging you around the waist, making you lie down on the bed again as he hugged you and put the blanket back over your body, in an attempt to go back to sleep.

You felt him put his head in the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your chin. "I want to eat ramen from that Yuzu shop." You said determinedly, noticing your boyfriend take his face away from your neck and look at you with a judging look. "It's two in the morning." He said as if it was obvious.

"I know, honey, but I woke up with an absurd desire to eat that spicy ramen... I won't be able to sleep if I don't eat it." You said with the best puppy eyes you could muster, Jeno looking at you with that same judging look before sighing and getting out of bed.

The next thing you knew, you and your boyfriend were out in the middle of the night in your nightclothes.

Since you left the house, Jeno had kept his arm around your shoulders, pulling you as close as possible, probably to warm you both up on that cold night, and to have a sense of protection over you.

You looked up, finding your boyfriend still trying to shake off the sleep by rubbing his eyes. The sight of your boyfriend in that way was cute, but you couldn't help but feel bad about taking him out of the comfort of his bed to go out into the cold and windy streets of Seoul. "Sorry, I really need that ramen."

Jeno met your eyes, smiling lazily before placing a kiss on the top of your head, pulling you impossibly closer. "It's okay y/n, there's nothing I wouldn't do for my girl."

You smiled, lowering your head to hide your embarrassed expression.

Jeno opened the glass door of the establishment, the place empty but much warmer than outside. After letting you in first, your boyfriend comes in and closes the door, leading you towards the variety of instant ramen stacked up, each one in different flavors. "Spicy?" he asked you, looking down, you nodded watching him take the package.

You sat on one of the white stools that was in front of a pink counter, leaning your elbow on it and resting your head on your hand, watching your boyfriend put the ramen in the weird machine that put the water in the ramen to boil.

After a few minutes he came back with the small plastic bowl with the ready ramen inside, he placed it on the counter in front of you and gave you the small packet with the sauce. He sat next to you, resting his head on your shoulder as he watched you put the sauce in the bowl, mixing it with the rest of the noodles. "Do you want some?" You spoke quietly, noticing Jeno's imminent sleepiness.

"Nah, I told you these instant foods are bad for health, they can cause cancer and stuff..." he said with a sigh. 

"If you say so..."

After a few moments, you were about to finish eating, when you felt Jeno lift his head from your shoulder. "Actually..." You smiled, knowing that the man couldn't resist a good spicy ramen.

He didn't need to say anything else before you offered him some of the food, turning to him with your chopsticks between your fingers. He smiled, always loving the habit of you always feeding each other.

A few minutes passed and the food was finished, the two of you stood up, both full and very sleepy. While you paid on the computer with the card your boyfriend handled you, Jeno hugged you from behind, his head in the crook of your neck as he breathed slowly.

After paying, you turned in the man's embrace, lifting his head and giving a peck on his lips, smiling after. "All done."

He smiled before pouting his lips. "Can we go home now, babe? I'm sooo sleepy." Jeno said, throwing his head back in an exhausted voice.

You giggled, kissing his cheek. "Yes Jen, we can go."

He smiled without showing his teeth, his eyes shining with the love that was reserved for you. Jeno tightened his grip on your waist, bringing you impossibly closer. "You know I love you, right?"

"I love you too, sleepyhead."

[eufezco]

joel miller x fem!reader

c/w - fingering, begging

sarah was in her room with a friend, they both left you alone in the living room a while ago. even though they invited you to join them, you knew that you'd be a bother to the two girls.

you could hear the giggles coming out of her room from there. you were curled up on the couch, your favorite show playing on the tv, and wrapped in a blanket that had joel's scent.

you got up once you hear the keys turn in the door.

"oh my god, hi. i haven't made you any dinner yet–"

"it's fine, i'm not hungry."

"i thought you said you were going to be late tonight-"

"yeah, but we've finished earlier."

joel had been thinking about you the whole day.

you arrived a few minutes before he had to leave so the only thing he had time to give you was a quick kiss hiding in the bathroom. one of his arms was wrapped around your waist to help him pull you closer and both of you hoped that tommy could distract sarah for at least a couple of minutes more so that you could enjoy those few seconds you had. but the girl bursted into the bathroom. you quickly leaned into the mirror, pretending you were checking if there was something between your teeth and joel ran his fingers through his hair, pretending to be fixing it.

"you'll have to tell her one day." tommy reminded joel once he got into the car.

"shut up." as if he didn't know.

joel squeezed both of your cheeks and went in for a kiss. you threw your head back before your lips could even brush against each other. he arched his eyebrows at you and you arched yours at him. seconds after that, sarah appeared behind you. he used to be more careful when you both started this, making sure that sarah wasn't around before spanking your ass, checking several times that she was in her room before helping you to jump on the kitchen counter and encircle your legs around his body, even a little kiss on your cheek had him checking that sarah was still busy... but now he'd grown more confident, even though you were caught by tommy, joel truly believed that you were doing a great job of hiding it from sarah.

his daughter ran into his arms but his eyes were still on you. you hit him where it hurt the most. his ego. and he wasn't going to let this go just like that.

sarah accompanied you two to the kitchen, telling her dad about her day and asking about his. you insisted on making dinner for him but joel assured you that he wasn't hungry and that a glass of water would do the work.

sarah left to her room to call her friend so she could say hi to joel before they both asked if she could stay over. you stood on your tiptoes, trying to reach a glass for him when he approached from behind. his chest pressed against your back as he grabbed the glass himself, his mouth was really close to your ear, your ass against his crotch and his free hand held your hips in place.

"next time you're gonna have to beg for it." he murmured in your ear. his words sent shivers down your spine. before the two girls got to the kitchen, joel was already away from you, drinking peacefully his glass of water like nothing happened.

you sat next to him on the couch, your legs on his lap as you asked how his day went and he asked you about how you and sarah did. joel's hand was on one of your thighs, softly drawing patterns on the fabric of your jeans. his voice was deep as he complained about this new client, showing how tired and long his day had been. your foot started to massage his crotch, and joel had to fix his posture on the couch, less tense and leaving you more access to that area for what your dirty mind was planning.

he kept talking about his day, needing to take small breaks to gasp or to bite his lip down holding back his moans. you crawled your way up to his lap, his hands quickly finding your hips and yours on the back of his head, running them through his hair there.

"and i've been thinking about you all day."

"is that so?" you teased him. you know he wanted to hear that you've been thinking about him as well.

"oh, yeah." his hands moved to unbutton your jeans. he took his time unzipping them, wondering what panties you were wearing and how ruined they should be by now. joel sneaked his hand inside your jeans, making you take a deep breath at the sudden contact of his rough hand against your pussy through the thin and drenched fabric of your underwear. he smirked proud of that reaction. you might not have said what he wanted to hear but your body couldn't hide it. his fingers skilfully moved your panties aside, enough for his middle finger to go inside you and his thumb to press your clit.

"all day thinking about you..."

he kept talking. you inevitably curled your fingers and tugged his hair at the root. he added another finger and began to pump them in and out of you at a slow pace while his thumb drew circles on your clit.

"...and when i get home..."

your mouth opened in a perfect "o" form as you tried to keep your moans as quiet as you could. you hid your face in the crook of his neck, your lips sucked on the sensitive skin, creating a beautiful red mark under them. your wet kisses moved to his ear where you let out a few moans with his name, knowing how that turned him on. your breath against his ear spiked goosebumps on his skin and his erection grew painfully inside his pants, he had to focus to not stop moving his fingers. meanwhile, your lips kissed from his jaw and his cheek to the corner of his lips, and when you finally were gonna kiss his mouth, joel threw his head back all of a sudden, just like you did when he got home.

"... you don't even want to kiss me."

your lips tried to find his again but joel kept rejecting your kisses. you whined and shook your head.

"it wasn't- it wasn't like that." your hands moved to press down his abdomen. your eyes closed shut after feeling his fingers go harder in you. "she was gonna see us, joel, it wasn't like that, i promise..." you breathed out. your hips rolled against his hand, seeking even more friction on your clit if possible.

"well, it seemed like it." joel answered and you shook your head at his words again. you rested your forehead against his, his calm breathing mixing with your agitated one. "you know what you gotta do, baby. now, beg-"

"please, joel- please, i need you, please." you cried out before he could finish his sentence.

joel clicked his tongue. "oh, come on. you know you can do better than that."

you were desperate. you needed his lips on yours, you needed his tongue in your mouth, you needed joel biting your lip, you needed your moans to die in his mouth. your walls clenched around his fingers, that familiar knot and warm sensation forming in your lower abdomen.

"fuck- baby, please. i'm sorry, i'm so sorry but please, i need you, joel." and when his fingers hit that sweet spot inside you and your legs involuntarily closed around his hand, his lips collided with yours, quieting your moans as you came and finally giving you what you so badly desired.

you rested your forehead on his shoulder, exhausted and trying to catch your breath. you appreciated his soothing words on your ear as you recovered as well as his free hand caressing your hair.

"if i have to beg again for a kiss, we're done, joel miller."

[adddddiiii]

Could you pls write a grandma x reader where the reader relapses and cuts herself again and grayson sees her and she's scared of him seeing because she thought that he might judge her and leave her? Thankd<3

Relapse (Grayson vers.)

Contents: Grayson Hawthorne x gn!reader

Warnings: Mentions of scars, self-harm, relapse, slight angst, one use of y/n

It had been a hard week, one of those stretches where the weight of everything felt unbearable. You thought you were doing better, thought you’d put those days behind you. But when the emotions became too much, when the ache inside grew sharper than you could handle, you relapsed.

Afterward, the shame came rushing in like a tidal wave, leaving you to drown in it. But you did what you always did: buried it. You pulled your sleeves down and told yourself no one would notice. Not even Grayson.

He came over that evening, unannounced but welcome as always, bringing takeout and his quiet, steady presence. You weren’t sure if he knew how much you relied on that steadiness, how often it kept you grounded when you felt yourself spiraling.

“Movie night?” he asked while setting the food on the counter and glancing at you with a small smile.

You nodded, forcing a smile back. “Sure. I’ll grab the blankets.”

For the first hour, everything seemed normal. You sat curled up on the couch together, sharing fries and trading quiet remarks about the film. But as the night went on, you could feel his eyes lingering on you — subtle, careful, but observant as ever.

“Are you okay?” he asked at one point.

“Yeah, just tired,” you replied, waving him off.

He didn’t press, but you knew him well enough to see the flicker of doubt in his eyes.

When you stood to grab another drink, your sleeve caught on the corner of the table, pulling up just enough to expose the fresh marks on your arm. You froze, yanking it back down, but not before Grayson saw.

“Sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and steady, the way he always spoke when he was trying to keep his emotions in check.

“It’s nothing,” you blurted out. Panic rose in your chest as you turned away from him. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t do that,” he said softly, standing and taking a step closer.

“I said I’m fine, Grayson.” You tried to move away, but he caught your wrist. Not hard, not forcefully, just enough to stop you.

“Please don’t shut me out,” he murmured.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you bit your lip, shaking your head. “I didn’t want you to see.”

“Why?” his voice broke slightly. “Because you think I’d judge you?”

You didn’t respond, couldn’t respond. The shame was too much, twisting in your stomach like a knife.

Grayson’s grip on your wrist loosened, and he gently turned you to face him. “Look at me,” he said quietly.

You hesitated before meeting his gaze. His gray eyes were full of concern, not judgment, not disgust — just raw, unfiltered care.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I didn’t want you to think I’m weak."

“Y/n,” his tone was firm but impossibly gentle. “I don’t think that. Not for a second.”

You looked down, unable to hold his gaze. “I thought I was doing better. I didn’t want you to see how bad it’s gotten.”

Grayson reached out, his hand resting lightly on your arm, just above where your sleeve covered the scars. “You don’t have to hide this from me,” he said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The tears you’d been holding back spilled over, and before you knew it, you were in his arms. He held you tightly, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rested against your back, anchoring you to him.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured again, your voice muffled against his chest.

“Stop apologizing,” his lips brushed against your hair. “You’re not weak, not even close. You’re human, and you’re hurting, and I want to help. If you’ll let me.”

You nodded against him, clinging to his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you steady.

“You don’t have to go through this alone,” he said quietly. “I’m here. No matter how hard it gets, I’m here.”

For the first time in days, the weight on your chest felt just a little lighter. And in his arms, you let yourself believe that maybe you could start to heal, one step at a time, with him by your side.

[evergreenlake]

And Fate was on His Side

Chapter 2

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tw: violence, fighting, wounds, and maybe military inaccuracies (let me know if i miss any)

Price x F!Reader, Secret Baby Trope

an: As I said before the first chapter some characters may be ooc. Also, I'm not sure how to write the British dialect, so for now, dialogue will seem a little weird. I will be coming back to edit it when I do figure it out. One last thing, if I forgot to add you to the taglist just leave a comment and let me know. Sorry in advance if I did!

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All she could hear was the heavy breathing coming from her. She looked towards her son as he was repeating something over and over again. She couldn't read his lips well so she had no idea what it was. But the woman did watch him as he started to put pressure on her shoulder, on the very edge of her collarbone.

Watching him lean to the side to talk to his twin, who was beside her, the woman let her head fall back against the counter they were hiding behind. As she looked up at the ceiling, her hearing slowly returned.

" We gotta get outta here Danny, we don't know how long we will be stuck here!" Mia had whispered yelled at her brother. Danny sighs and looks at her slightly. " There isn't anywhere else to go Mia, plus Mom is already hurt. We gotta stay here til help comes, just have to slow down the bleeding." Danny furrows his eyebrows as he looks up at his mother, and then he looks at Mia. " Try to keep her awake and aware.. just in case we get a chance to leave." Mia nodded and she sat up and started rambling to her mother about something that happened at school that day. The twins shared a look, determined to keep their mother safe.

Stepping out of the truck, the men started to march towards the mall. The one with the bucket hat could hear Laswell talking in his ear. " It looks like they are targeting a few stores on the left side of the mall. You all need to head that way, we will have some of the others head towards the right side to help people evacuate." Price looks back at the three men behind him and he nods. " You heard the woman, let's get in and take these arseholes out."

The three men just nodded as they were all focused on getting the people stuck on the left side of the mall out to safety. They swiftly made their way inside, walking with determination. Seeming a little relaxed they kept an eye out while surveying the mall before heading to the left side of the mall. As the men got closer they all lifted their guns getting ready. As they got closer to the store with the family of three inside, they could see a group of five men outside of it.

Before they got too close they all hid behind some kiosk. Price and Gaz were in the one closest to the terrorist, while the other two were behind the one behind them. Price looks back at his men, he nods his head slightly before he leans around the kiosk. He takes a deep breath as he lines up his shot. Then…..BOOM… The team of men started to shoot at the small group in front of the store. Three of them were hit as the other two dived to hide behind a large planter across from the kiosk.

From inside the shop, both of the teams heard screams, they came from the people in the back. But it also came from Mia behind the counter. Daniel looks towards his mother and sister worried. He slowly stood up a little to see what was happening outside of the shop. However, all he could see was the 141 in a gunfight with two of the guys who attacked them.

The boy quickly sat back down as he looked towards his mother and sister. "There are people outside, they are fighting the guys who were camping the store." Y/n turns her head to look at Daniel. " Stay down til we don't hear any more guns, it is still not safe enough." She reached over and grabbed onto his arm as Mia kept her hands against her mother's wound. She watches her a little worriedly before glancing at Daniel. He looked between the two females before he slowly nodded.

"Don't worry Mom, I'll stay down here with you and Mia." He gave her a small smile before he sat a little closer to her. Y/n started to smile a little more as she leaned over and let her head rest on him. The twins glance towards each other a little worried but they sit a little closer to their mother. Neither of them mentioned the blood that was slowly seeping through the shoulder of her sweater.

Outside of the store, the gunfight was still going on, though there was only one terrorist left. Simon ends up shooting the man between the eyes. Price lifts his head and slowly scans the area to make sure there aren't any others hiding. Once he gives his men a signal all four of them are standing up and making their way into the store.

All four men became alert tho as Daniel quickly stood up from behind the counter and looked at them wide-eyed. " Y'all are good guys, right? Cause my mom needs help, she was shot." As Simon and Soap got a good look at the boy they had side eyed each other, both of them having the same thought. That boy looks like a young Price. The two men in front of them tho don't notice as they hurry behind the counter.

Gaz quickly kneeled beside the woman as she watched him nervously. Mia slowly backed away while watching the strange man assess her mother a little. Behind the teenage girl tho, Price was frozen. This was the woman of his dreams, the one he thought had gotten away. Tho she looked a little older, but to him, she was still beautiful. Simon called his name as Soap called Laswell, hurriedly saying that they needed a medic, and it snapped Price out of it.

The man in the bucket hat had glanced toward his teammate before he was quickly kneeling before the woman. He just watched Gaz question her before he started to put pressure on her shoulder. She looked like she was kind of out of it, but as she slowly turned towards Price her breath had caught in her throat. He gave her a small smile as she grabbed onto his arm. The group standing around them looked a little confused, especially when she started tearing up.

Shouting could be heard outside of the shop getting closer, Soap had left the group to lead them inside the shop. Back with the group Mia was watching her mother and this strange man closely. Price slowly pushes some of her hair out of her face. "Didn' think we would be seeing each other again like this." He let out a small laugh as he was trying to ease some tension as the woman cleared her throat a little. " I didn't think I would see you again, especially in the States.." She suddenly took in a deep breath as the medics rounded the counter.

The group stepped back as they started to check over the woman. The twins were holding each other as they watched them with their mom closely. Price was doing the same thing as Gaz stepped back to the teens, he cleared his throat a little. " Is this your Mom?" The twins quickly nodded, and he nodded back before he stepped up to a medic who was stepping to the side. " I hope the lot of you has enough room for her twins because I don't think they'll let their mother leave."

The medic nodded a little as she looked back at the twins. "Don't worry there will be enough room, there's multiple vehicles here." She turns away as the rest of her group lifts y/n onto the gurney. They made sure everything was ready before glancing back at the twins. " Hope you all are ready, let's go!" As the group started to make their way out of the shop. Price got a good look at the twins, his brow furrowed as he looked at Daniel. He thought he looked very familiar but couldn't figure out why.

Shaking that from his thoughts he turns back to his team. "You lot stay here I'll walk them out." He grabbed his gun and was jogging after the group that just left. The three men that were left there all looked at each other and nodded after watching all those interactions. They all say simultaneously "Those are his kids"

Price walked kind of close to the side of the gurney, though he was walking behind the twins. Mia was currently holding her mother's hand and telling her what she wanted to do when they got home, the teen was told to help keep her mother awake. As they got closer to the ambulance tho, y/n had looked over at Price. Before the medics could put her in the back of the vehicle, she had reached out and grabbed onto Price's arm. She took a deep breath as she looked up at him teary-eyed.

"Their yours.."

Then as the woman let go and was put into the vehicle, Price stood there frozen. The man watches the ambulance drive away, it clicks as he grabs his hat.

"Fuck!"

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†  stop it. : tenko.

❥ 5+1 - college au. ❥ requested. ❥ no warnings; repetitive, maybe. ❥ a/u: .. i am just doing my best to get out requests. ( ps: this is trash. )

1.

it was late in the shared apartment, and both you and tenko were cramming for an upcoming exam. books and notes were scattered across the tables, some on the floor, and the only sound in the room was the soft scribbling of pens, a few frustrated signs and the occasional breathy curse.

you glanced up from your notes, rubbing your tired eyes, only to find tenko already looking at you. his red eyes were focused, the soft glow from the desk lamp casting a shadow across his face. it wasn’t new for him to be quiet, but the way he was staring at you - calm, observant - made your heart skip a beat.

you blinked, caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. “what?”

he didn’t flinch, his eyes never leaving yours. “you look like you're going to pass out..” he said, his voice low, almost concerned.

you laughed softly, trying to shake off the sudden warmth blooming in your chest. “yeah, well, so do you.”

“i'm sure,” he murmured, “but you should take a break.”

unable to meet his gaze any longer, you returned to your book. "stop it."

“stop what?” he asked, his tone casual.

"looking at me like that."

tenko didn't respond, and you hadn't expected him to, but you could feel his gaze linger before he went back to his work.

2.

it was raining outside, the sound of raindrops against the windowpane filling the quiet of the apartment. you were resting back against the arm of the couch, legs over tenko's lap while he gamed. you were wrapped up in a book while he played some video game, hoodie pulled up.

you hadn’t meant to, but your gaze drifted toward him, watching the way his hands moved across the controller, his face set in concentration. he looked so at ease and you wondered how someone who seemed so distant could also seem so painfully present and focused.

suddenly, tenko glanced over at you. his brow arched slightly, but there was a small, amused smirk on his lips.

“what?” he asked.

you quickly looked away, your cheeks burning as you sank a bit. “nothing.”

he didn’t push it, he never did, but you could feel his eyes on you, watching you for a few more seconds before he went back to his game. the moment hung in the air, and you couldn’t help the soft smile that crept onto your face, hoping your book was high enough to hide yourself.

3.

you were sick. beyond miserable, curled up in bed with a fever, your head pounding. tenko had noticed earlier in the day, but you didn’t expect much beyond the usual “get well soon” comment.

he knocked on your door before nudging into your room, holding a tray with tea and a bowl of soup, kind of startling you. his usual aloof expression was gone, replaced by something softer - something almost gentle.

“here,” he said, setting the tray on your nightstand. “you still have to eat and i know you don't feel like getting up.”

you blinked, sitting up slowly. “you... made this?”

tenko shrugged, looking almost embarrassed. “it’s just soup.” he rolled his eyes for effect.

but as you looked at him - really looked at him - you felt that familiar flutter in your chest again. his eyes held a softness you weren’t used to seeing, and for a moment, it was hard to breathe.

“stop it,” you murmured.

he frowned, confused. “Stop what?”

the smile you offered was weak. “looking at me like that.”

tenko didn't answer, like always, and just sat on the edge of your bed. he wasn't going to leave until you ate.

4.

sunday morning meant being able to relax and enjoy at least a moment of peace. you were cooking breakfast while he lingered by the counter, cleaning up things behind you.

you were trying to focus on the pancakes in front of you, but tenko kept looking at you - subtle glances that you could feel even without seeing him. it wasn't unusual for him to be looking at you, you'd noted a long time ago, but there was a certain intensity that wasn't normal.

“seriously, what is it?” you finally asked, turning to face him.

tenko glanced around, a little confused, before looking back to you. 'huh?'

“you keep looking at me.”

he shrugged, his hands in his hoodie pockets. “just thinking.”

“about?”

there was a long pause and you'd returned to cooking, assuming he wasn't going to answer. however, you heard the rustle of his clothes as he shifted, speaking quietly, “you.”

your heart skipped a beat, the casual confession catching you completely off guard. you hadn't even realized you went to turn a pancake and instead let it drip and break back into the pan.

“stop it.”

“stop what?”

you shook your head, smiling to yourself. “doing that.”

5.

it was late at night during break, both of you tangled up on the couch, the physical affection a common occurrence. your head was on his shoulder, one of his legs over your own.

you were both sitting there in comfortable silence. you hadn’t meant to look up, but when you did, you found tenko looking over to you.

“what?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

he didn’t respond right away, just kept looking at you with that same quiet intensity that always made your heart race. you didn't give him the chance to respond.

“stop it,” you murmured, your cheeks warming under his gaze.

“stop what?” he asked, his voice quieter now, more serious.

“looking at me like that.”

tenko said nothing, but you could see the faint smile that formed on his lips before turning his attention back to the t.v.

+1.

sitting at the table, conversing and laughing over takeout, the world seemed at peace for the both of you. exams were the next day and you both needed a sense of calm. something, however, felt different.

you were laughing at something, mid-sentence, when tenko interrupted you.

“stop it.”

you blinked, your laughter fading as you looked at him, all too familiar with your words being parroted back to you. “stop what?”

he sighed, running a hand through his messy black hair as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes focused on you with an intensity that took your breath away.

“looking at me like that..”

oh. it didn't feel so good being on the other end. “what do you mean?”

“you keep looking at me like i’m… like i’m something more,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, almost vulnerable. “and it’s driving me crazy.”

your heart raced, your pulse pounding in your ears as you realized what he was saying. “tenko, i—”

before you could finish, tenko leaned forward, his eyes locking onto yours. “stop looking at me like you're in love with me unless you are,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with something raw, something real. “because i’ve been looking at you the same way.”

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pietro maximoff x pregnant! reader: The Speed of Consequences

WARNINGS: implied sex, pregnancy, reader falls down stairs

The night of the party had been a mistake. That much was clear. You woke up in a strange bed, tangled in sheets that smelled faintly of cologne and alcohol, with Pietro Maximoff lying beside you. The memories of what had happened the night before were hazy at best—flashes of laughter, his teasing smirk, and the two of you disappearing into the nearest guest room after too many drinks.

When the reality of the situation hit you, you bolted upright, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Oh, no. No, no, no,” you whispered, pulling the sheet around yourself as Pietro stirred.

He blinked up at you, his silver hair a mess, his usual cocky expression replaced with confusion. “Morning, dragă. What’s—”

“Don’t,” you cut him off, scrambling out of bed and frantically gathering your clothes. “This never happened, okay? We were drunk, and it’s not going to happen again.”

Pietro frowned, sitting up slowly. “If that’s what you want…”

“It is,” you said firmly, though the crack in your voice betrayed your nerves. “Just—keep quiet. Please.”

His blue eyes lingered on you for a moment before he nodded. “Alright. I won’t say a word.”

And with that, you slipped out of the room, determined to put the whole incident behind you.

The nausea had been the first sign. Then the fatigue, the cravings, the slight rounding of your stomach that no amount of baggy clothes could hide. You hadn’t needed a test to confirm it, but you took one anyway.

Positive.

You were pregnant. And Pietro was the father.

Panic gripped you as you stared at the little stick in your hand. There was no way you could tell anyone, especially not Tony. Your adoptive father was protective on a good day, and the idea of explaining a drunken one-night stand with someone on the team? That would push him over the edge.

As for Pietro… You couldn’t even begin to imagine how he’d react.

So you made a decision. You would keep the baby, but no one could know.

For a few months, everything seemed normal—or as normal as life could be when you were part of the Avengers. Pietro kept his word and acted as if nothing had happened. You avoided being alone with him, and things between you settled into an uneasy truce.

But then, the signs began to appear.

At first, it was small things—declining alcohol at team celebrations, claiming you were “cutting back.” Brushing off offers of coffee during late-night mission briefings, saying it made you jittery. Then came the nausea, which you blamed on food poisoning, and the sudden aversion to certain smells, like the cologne Tony had worn for years.

Sam was the first to notice.

“You’ve been eating a lot of weird stuff lately,” he commented one afternoon as you sat on the couch with a jar of pickles and a bag of chips. “Pickles and chips? Really?”

You shrugged, trying to play it off. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

But he gave you a suspicious look, and you could feel Pietro’s gaze on you from across the room.

“Uh-huh,” Sam said, smirking. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

Your heart stopped.

Tony, sitting nearby, barked out a laugh. “Good one, Wilson. Y/N? Pregnant? Not a chance.”

Pietro froze, his face going pale as realization dawned on him. His eyes darted to you, and you quickly looked away, your hands trembling as you clutched the jar of pickles.

Sam’s joke passed without further comment, but you could feel the tension between you and Pietro growing.

Later that evening, you were in the kitchen, pretending to be busy while your heart raced. You knew Pietro had figured it out. The way he had looked at you during the meeting—wide-eyed, stunned—it was only a matter of time before he confronted you.

And you were right.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Pietro said, appearing in the doorway like a ghost.

You jumped, clutching the edge of the counter. “Pietro. I—I’m just busy.”

“Cut the act, Y/N,” he said, his voice quieter now but no less intense. He stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You opened your mouth to deny it, to lie, but the words wouldn’t come.

“Yes,” you whispered finally, your voice barely audible. “It’s yours.”

He stared at you, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. For once, Pietro Maximoff was speechless.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked after a moment, his voice raw.

“I didn’t want you to feel obligated,” you said quickly. “I can handle this on my own. I don’t need anything from you.”

Pietro frowned, running a hand through his hair. “You think I’d just walk away? That I wouldn’t care?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I don’t know how you’d react, and I couldn’t risk it. Tony would lose his mind if he found out. The team would—”

“Forget the team,” Pietro interrupted, his tone sharp. “Forget Stark. This is our kid, Y/N. I have a right to know.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you quickly turned away. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, Pietro. I don’t even know how to do this.”

“Neither do I,” he said softly, stepping closer. “But we’ll figure it out. Together.”

You looked at him, searching his face for any sign of hesitation or doubt. But all you saw was determination.

“Okay,” you said finally, your voice shaking.

A week later, everything came crashing down—literally.

You were rushing down the stairs in Stark Tower, late for a meeting, when your foot slipped. You felt your body lurch forward, your hands grabbing at the railing, but it was too late. You tumbled down the steps, landing hard at the bottom with a sharp cry of pain.

“Y/N!” Pietro was at your side in an instant, his speed blurring as he knelt beside you.

“I’m fine,” you tried to insist, wincing as you clutched your arm.

“You’re not fine,” Pietro snapped, his voice tight with panic. “You could’ve hurt yourself—or the baby!”

The room went silent.

“What?” Tony’s voice cut through the air like a knife.

You froze, your blood turning to ice as you slowly turned to see your adoptive father standing at the top of the stairs, his face a mixture of confusion and anger.

“The baby?” Tony repeated, his eyes narrowing.

Pietro’s face went pale. “I—”

“It’s true,” you blurted out, cutting him off. “I’m… pregnant.”

Tony’s expression shifted, disbelief turning into something harder to read. “And Pietro’s the father?”

“…Yes,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, no one spoke. Then Tony let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair. “Unbelievable. You’ve been hiding this? From me?”

“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” you said quickly, tears stinging your eyes. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Tony stared at you for a long moment before his gaze shifted to Pietro. “You. Come with me.”

Pietro glanced at you, his expression torn, before standing and following Tony up the stairs.

Hours later, Pietro found you sitting in the medbay, your arm in a sling. He hesitated in the doorway before walking over, his movements uncharacteristically slow.

“How’d it go?” you asked, your voice shaky.

“He’s… not thrilled,” Pietro admitted, sitting beside you. “But he’ll come around. Eventually.”

You nodded, staring down at your hands.

Pietro reached over, placing a hand on yours. “You scared me, dragă. When I saw you fall…” He trailed off, his voice thick with emotion.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” you said softly.

“I know,” he said. “But it did. And we’re in this together now. Okay?”

You looked up at him, his blue eyes filled with determination, and for the first time in months, you felt a glimmer of hope.

“Okay,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

And for the first time, you believed it.

[anaconamor]

imagine you're dating jude but no one knows and you're at an event or game or whatever and you hear some girls talking about him and how he's so hot and blah blah blah and you're just sitting there smiling to yourself because no matter how much they talk, at the end of the day he comes home to you.

let’s say you’re back home and he’s cooking dinner for you after the match, and he’s just so excited and over the moon over the performance and goal! literally he cannot stop tapping about it and mentioning just how perfect it was.

you sat on the counter there quietly listening with the biggest grin on your face bc you love when he talks about his achievements and career, you could listen to him all day. it makes you not only super grateful but yet more trusted and wanted by this bc since your relationship was yet to be known by everyone.

“you��re awfully quiet? something on your mind?” he asks dropping the spatulas and striding over to you. placing a small kiss on your lips while he pulls you towards him, chest to chest. “nothing. i’m just so proud of you jude. it makes me so happy how far you’ve comed along in just months. and to be able here to support and love you along the way it the tip of the iceberg,” you grab his face a place a small kiss to his cheek, your lipstick leaving a mark behind.

you giggled at his confused reaction when you give him a teasing look, showing him that you were hiding something from him. jude groans and insists you tell him what you’re thinking of, “tell me please, you can’t give me that look and not say anything?”

when his big hands trail over your sides you moved around to try him to stop, your feet banging and making noise on the cabinets below as you try to free yourself from him. “fine fine. just be quiet! your mom is still here,” you say, motioning to bring his voice to a whisper or quiet voice.

your mind drifts back off to the game where you had been sitting patiently for the match to start. it was cold out so you kept playing with your beanie and scarf to get it warm and close to you. while getting distracted by the new stadiums latest features, your head cocks forward to the group of four girls who brought up your boyfriends name.

no one knew the two of you we’re together, you and jude agreeing to when time was right as all you wanted was to share the most right now when no one was seeing or being judgy. plus knowing how protective his fans are, you weren’t quite ready for their comments.

a blond girl spoke up about he different things he would do to him, the red head about how he gave out big dick energy, and the two brunettes were chatting how hot and talented he was, that it should be them supporting him, and only them. you sat there with your arms crossed and feeling buddy, an expression of wanting to let the world know he was your boyfriend.

“during the game the girls infront of me, kept going on and on of how hot and sexy you were, that you legit give out big dick energy, that’s you’re super talented and such a mommas boy. how they could treat you better and give you the world and it just made me laugh,” you chuckle and reenacted their voices and hang gestures, giving him a huge grin.

jude laughs loudly and throws his head back, forgetting the promise he had just done prior to keep his voice down. “little did they know my girlfriend was behind them, looking beautiful in my jersey and supporting me through the end, even if she didn’t agree with me to continue playing,” he says frowning in the last sentence.

“i’ll say it once and i’ll say it again, risks like even how small or big they are, should never be taken. but i can’t do anything about that, let alone you bc ik how stubborn and fearless you are,” you purse your lips together and hug him, feeling him let out a sigh of relief. “i’m just so happy to be here with you after all this time. i love you so so much you know? you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,” you say softly kissing his neck, shoulder, and jaw.

“ i know baby, i know, but i only do it bc of the team and for me, we all need each other even in the worst timings. i won’t make it a habit though. and as for me being the best thing in your life, i can say the same. i’ve never met anyone like you, who’s loves me conditionally through my goods and bads, let’s me be the jude i want to be,” he closes the gap and kisses you feverently, whispering i love yous along your lips.

but then comes to a halt and groans, quickly sprinting to the stove where he freaks out over the food, “MY CHICKEN! ITS BURNING!”

[yourfavhoesblog]

Kinktober : 29 ▪︎ 10 ▪︎ 2023

Tw : Foodplay, blowjobs and cum eating

"Birthday Cake"

Ranpo Edogawa, the legendary detective from Yokohama, stood in his kitchen, mixing a batter. The smell of vanilla and chocolate filled the air, and Ranpo hummed a tune to himself as he mixed. He loved baking, especially when it came to anything sweet.

And today, he had a special reason to bake. It was a special person's birthday, a person Ranpo cared a lot about.

"Why aren't you helping me?" Ranpo asked as he continued to mix the batter.

"I'm not really good at baking, Ranpo-kun," You said. That person was sitting on the edge of the sofa watching Ranpo.

"Nonsense, this is easy. Let me show you how to do it." Ranpo then began explaining step by step how to properly mix the batter.

The male reader listened carefully, trying his best to follow Ranpo's instructions. The two of them worked together, measuring ingredients, mixing, and baking the cake.

It was an enjoyable experience, and you were grateful for Ranpo's patience and guidance. Once the cake finished baking, it was time to decorate. Ranpo had gone all out, buying different types of frosting and embellishments to decorate the cake.

You watched in amazement as Ranpo worked on the cake, making it look perfect. Finally, the cake was completed, and the two of them sat down to enjoy it.

It was a sweet and special moment, and you couldn't help but feel grateful to have Ranpo in your life. The cake was delicious, and two of you spent the rest of the night chatting and enjoying each other's company.

You had a wonderful birthday thanks to Ranpo, and it was a memory he would never forget. It wasn't until then you wanted to cut the cake while ranpo stood behind you with the knife holding you gently, however you felt something hard poking you when you were about to cut it with him.

"R-Ranpo what is that?" You whined pressing against the counter as Ranpo humped his crotch against your ass.

"Mmh aha.." Ranpo whimpered in a high pitched voice behind you turning you on and giving you enough courage to turn around and hold his neck for support for him to take your pajamas off.

He digged for your neck licking and taking small nibbles until he uprubtly bit your neck giving a light hickey earning him a loud moan from your soft lips. He went down on you taking your adorable dick into his mouth sucking it through and through not letting any precum come out of his mouth.

Your sweet moans echoed through the room as Ranpo held your thighs from squirming around.

"Ranpo i-im closeeee"

Ranpo smirked then used his slender hand and pressed it against your lower stomach forcing out a cum out of your dick and splurting out your sticky substance into his mouth. Ranpo finished the substance and smiled after doing so.

"Can we atleast eat our cake first, it'll get cold!" He looked to the side to the cake smiling.

"I have a better idea" He grabbed a finger scoop of the cream sticking it onto your 2 nipples and going down to suck and lick it with his techniques from the amount of lolipops he ate.

"W-wait thats dirty-" You were about to sob to him until his fingers lightly went inside your hole.

"Nghmm...~" you moaned from the rapid movement. Ranpo then took off his pajama shorts to rub against your sweet hole, caressing and teasing.

"Seems like your hole doesnt want me to leave, should i just keep it company?"

You shook your head no while covering your mouth to hide your obvious blushing state and your whimpers wanting to fall out.

"Why do you bother lying...?" He sighed squeezing his dick into your steamy hole as a gasp flys out of your mouth from when he grabbed your arms covering your mouth.

"Should i just stay inside of you for the whole day?"

"Ranpo~ p-please more faster!"

"Hah, i always knew you were a slut but i never knew you were this slutty"

The sounds of thrusting grew louder and faster. You then threw your head back as you were about to cum, however Ranpo didn't stop there he still kept on going even after you came.

"W-wait! I came already!"

Ranpo suddenly picked you up placing you on his lap on the couch.

"How about you take control"

You gulped but gently placed your palm on his stomach pushing your self down halfway on his dick.

"Are you sure you dont need help?"

"I-I can do it" you pushed yourself fully down onto him as you watch ranpo let out a sweet moan making you smirk. While you continue to ride him as it enters your hole so deep giving him a whole performance.

"Slutty boy Nghmm haa~" Ranpo complains as pleasure fills up his mind letting out his seed into your twitching aching hole.

You fell on to him on the couch trying to catch your breath after that.

Ranpo placing his hand over, you hugging and embracing your warm body before saying.

"Happy birthday love"

[gullwrites]

a bar called safe house

summary: Maybe asking a friend to help you with your work isn't always a good idea, especially if a guy who secretly hates your friend shows up. Now, after asking her new associate she had gained through work to help hide something that happened, including her friend Tobias and this coworker deemed as 'knows too much', Klara is told to go to a specific bar with her still-a-bit-shocked friend to wait for the associates' people to be done at the apartment.

a conversation of a specific event in their early relationship/friendship i've been thinking of abt lately. idk. happens twenty years before cynosure events btw.

warnings: mentions of killing someone in self-defence, self-destructive thoughts, mentions of blood, mentions of murder

"I think my mom took me here a couple of times..."

Klara turned to look at it quickly, surprised at it suddenly saying something after a silent walk here. Not like she was completely surprised about its silence, it's not every day someone like Tobias could experience something like... that.

They were in a dim-lit cafe-bar thing called Safe House, making Klara wonder how literal the name was. She was told to take it here, while the people who worked for Birch took care of the... problem.

1:56 AM, barely anyone outside and no one in the cafe. Except for them. Only some people knew it was open at this time, those who were allowed to know, and the owners didn't seem to be keen on telling that to anyone they see on the street, either. One of them sat behind the counter, reading a book - Klara couldn't tell what, exactly.

"At a normal time, I hope?" She asked.

"Haha, no. Insomnia runs in the family, it seems," it replied, staring at the menu, "At 2 at night, I think. Maybe a bit earlier once. She knew someone who knew someone who was friends with the lover of the owner."

Klara wondered what kind of people its mother knew to know about this place. "God, didn't you live at, like, Medford or something?" She said, imagining how long it would take to get here from there. They must've had a car. "Gonna order the same thing now, too?"

"Oh, no no no, no, I've had enough of lemon iced tea in Miami. Never again." Tobias stepped closer to the counter and leaned on it. "Pomegranate spritz, non-alcoholic, please."

"Anything else?" The voice behind the counter asked, and it glanced at her, awaiting for her order.

"Oh, um, hang on, I haven't checked the menu myself yet," Klara said and stepped closer, cursing the dim light and small font in her head - and forgetting her glasses. "I'll pay, you go find a cool table to sit at," she said to Tobias, who stood still by the counter.

It looked around, then walked closer to her, clearly not wanting to be alone. After a moment of Klara squinting at the menu, it said, "You're an iced coffee enjoyer, why not order that? They had cold brew, too."

"Hmm... Yeah, I'll take that," she walked to the counter to pay, but the owner didn't seem to notice her as they just kept working on the drinks. "Where's the reader?"

"The payment was taken care of already by the person who told you to come here," they said, and motioned them to go and pick a table.

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They picked the table by the window, by the wall. Klara watched Tobias slowly sit down, and how it took off its leather jacket to place it near the wall, like a makeshift pillow. She thought about sitting next to it for a moment, to maybe try and offer some comfort, or to just be close, but ended up sitting on the opposite side of the table instead. Maybe that would help her with less thoughts about 'being close'. Maybe. "You okay?"

"Hm, fun question," it said quietly, leaning on the table, "Maybe? I don't know. I guess you could say yes in a 'I'm alive' way. But everything else, a big question mark. Although, I do feel awful about what I did, you know? Or, maybe not awful, just- uh, I don't know, sorry."

"Nothing to apologize about, it's very normal."

It glanced at her, a frown on its lips. "What's normal about this situation..."

"Your reaction's normal. I mean, that must have been shocking, so of course it makes you feel weird."

"I wouldn't use 'shocking' to describe killing someone, but yeah, I guess," it sighed and covered its face with its hands, mumbling, "Oh my, what have I done..."

The owner brought their drinks, not paying any attention to what was happening. Klara wondered if they just didn't care, or if there have been weirder things happening here before.

Klara watched them leave, and then looked at it. "May I remind you that it was in self-defence. We already talked about this before." She hoped that its bathroom was soundproof enough.

Tobias opened its mouth to answer, but closed it quickly, reaching for its drink instead. To hold it, twirl it around slightly, not to drink - something idle to do while lost in thoughts. Klara watched the dark red liquid move in the glass, wondering what it could see in it. Looked at its fingers around the glass, still noticing some blood under its fingernails. Thought about the two big wounds she had taken care of on its left side, sitting on the floor in its bathroom, its smooth skin warm under her hands - she stopped herself for a moment, wondering if it's normal to think of something like that. At that moment it seemed to only care more about what body cream it could use after a shower. It ended up choosing vanilla, and Klara could feel its faint scent across the small coffee table, finding it interesting how much it seemed to care about something like skincare.

Maybe it was just thinking of something that wouldn't let it think of what was happening outside the bathroom, Klara thought, Not every day some people who work for a guy you don't know come help clean things up.

Suddenly, Klara realized she's been staring at its face the whole time as she was lost in her thoughts. She leaned back and picked up her glass of cold brew, hoping the paper straw hasn't melted yet.

Tobias didn't seem to be fully here, either. Its dark brown eyes, almost black in the cafe's poor light, seemed unfocused, and it seemed to barely move. Its hand was still holding the cocktail, thoigh it didn't twirl it around anymore. She fought the urge to place her hand on its. Didn't want to bother it.

"I think, um... I think I learned something. About myself. Or, well, um, I don't know," it finally said, its voice trailing off at the end, as it placed the glass down and leaned on the table.

Klara sighed, readying herself for it to call itself an awful person for what it had done, once again, or whatever it could've thought of. And thought of what to say to it about that, again. Maybe something like 'if you were, you wouldn't feel bad about it'... like some of her coworkers. "And what would that be?" She asked.

"I, um. This might sound weird, I guess, but. I don't think I would've acted like this before," it paused, as if looking for right words, "I mean, um. I think I would just, uh, give him what he wanted. Wouldn't care about him killing me. Maybe I'd even be okay with it. Or...something more positive, even? Anyway. Would've done that half a year ago. But now? I... I think I realized that, well, there are things for me to live for. Things to work towards, people to talk to, helping others... People to live for," it said, glancing at her for a moment as it said the last sentence. Klara thought if it was an accident, or just a reflex, or something. Surely it didn't mean anything by that. Did it?

Before she could reply, it continued, "I'm not trying to say what I did is right. It isn't. And I'll live with that my whole life. But, at that moment, fighting for myself seemed like a good thing..."

"And it was," she said, "said it yourself, many times, you didn't mean to. It was literally the first thing you said when I arrived."

It shrugged, looking down again. "I don't know, I- Ugh. I feel sick about it... but also, uh, free? In some way? Is it wrong?"

"No."

"Pfft. It feels like you're saying that only so I would feel better."

"Didn't you call me straightforward person?"

It smirked slightly, looking at her with its soft, brown eyes. "As a compliment. Um. I mean... It's a good trait to have. Along with all the other good traits you have, and, uh," it picked up its drink and took a sip, as if to stop itself from saying more.

"Then you know I'm being honest," she said and leaned closer. "Nothing wrong with defending yourself. Besides, guy was a complete asshole. And, well, a murderer. Imagine how many people he had killed before, both for work and for whatever he was doing on the side."

"Hmm," it looked at the glass again, its shoulders seeming less tense. "I hope none of my, uh, whining sounds weird or offensive to you, by the way. As in-"

"As in me being a corporate agent and doing all the shit that role brings with itself? No, don't worry about it. That's the hole I digged for myself."

"Should get you out of there and have you sipping iced coffee while looking at gulls on the beach."

"Hah. That would be fun, yeah... Though, only if you're there doing random commentary about things happening around us," she chuckled, thinking of the 'research trip' two days ago. How its laugh and stories seemed to fill her memories of that day.

"Oh, gladly," it said. "I, um. Thank you, Klara, for being here. And for all the help back at the apartment, too. For everything. It's helping... a lot. Means a lot."

She froze for a moment, thinking what to say. "I mean, technically it's my fault you got into that situation... If I didn't ask you to help me out with work, Pierce wouldn't have even know you're here."

"I'm sure he'd found a way to try and kill me in one way or another. Probably dreamed of it since the end of the project. Don't blame yourself."

"Only if you won't blame yourself for what happened, either."

It didn't say anything, staring at the drink its glass, yet she did notice it smiling more widely. Good, that's good, she thought, though failing to explain to herself why it was good.

She leaned back and looked out of the window. "I should ask if they're done with your apartment. You need to sleep, maybe write that you'll take a few days off as 'sick leave', calm doen before going back to your courses and work... and your thesis..."

"Yeah, uh. Oh, fuck, the thesis... Uh. Just remembered that Pierce destroyed all my data drives and my laptop while trying to get rid of all the information I had for your work."

"You don't have any copies left? Of your thesis, I mean, not the stupid work files. Fuck them."

It shrugged. "I, uh, fucking hell. Um-" it paused, finished its drink, and sighed. "You know what, I'll figure it out later. You're right, maybe I meed a break."

"Hm, you sure do," Klara thought about taking a few days off herself. Just to keep an eye on it, make sure it's feeling alright, she thought to herself.

She opened her phone and noticed a message from one of Birch's people, saying that the apartment is free now and that they'll contact her later about the next steps and updates. "You can go home now, it seems," she said to it.

"Did they, uh, clean up everything there. Where that happened, that is."

"Yep. Based on what I've seen before, they do a good job, so don't worry about it. It will all look completely normal." Except that you won't be able to forget about it, she almost added, wondering if it could move out despite the year-long agreement it had.

Tobias nodded. "Uh-huh. Um. How much do I owe this guy, by the way. Surely nothing he does is for free..."

"Actually, about that. Weird thing, but when I mentioned your name, he said it'd be for free. No, don't ask why. I don't know either."

"Huh. Um. Okay." It stood up and put its leather jacket on. "Weird question, but can you stay over? I, um, I know nothing's going to happen anymore, but-"

"Being alone doesn't feel right, huh? Understandable. Of course I'll stay with you."

"...Thank you."

[d3vils-island]

Mechanix (80’)

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Dave Mustaine x Fem!reader

2,136 words

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Description: You decide to take a trip to some local gas station, but this one trip turns into a sequence of trips after you get entranced by the worker.

Warnings: Smut (I’ll mark with three “^” when the smut starts) porn w/ plot, p in v.

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Clank

“Just this please.” You said as you set your beer on the register before looking over at a pack of gum that was towards your right. You grabbed it and tossed it next to your alcohol on the counter.

“Oh, and this. Thanks.” You looked up at the cashier and smiled.

You couldn’t help but feel your face heat up as you first laid eyes on the man in front of you. His orange hair framed his perfectly harmonized face… damn. This was definitely going to be your new favorite gas station.

“Hey, you think you could also top off my car?” You said, trying to lengthen the time you and this guy would spend together. “Not a problem.” He gently smiled. You paid him for your beer, gum, and gas, then you both walked out to your car.

He whistled as he locked eyes with your vehicle. “Damn, nice ride.” He stepped up next to it, admiring its body.

“V8?” He questioned, you shook your head. “Yea, it was my dad’s. He gave it to me for my birthday years ago.” He nodded his head in approval, crossing his arms and eyeing it one last time.

You got in the drivers seat and rolled the window down, patiently waiting for the man to finish filling up your car. As you sat in front of the wheel, you couldn’t help but watch him from your side mirror, taking notice of his strong arms, his long curly hair, and his beautiful eyes.

He finished up and walked over to your door, putting his hand on the hood of your car and bending over so he could talk to you through the open window.

“She’s all full.” He said, patting the hood of your car. “Thanks, uh…” you paused, glancing down at his name tag. “Dave.”

“Not a problem.” He softly smiled and walked off, but turned around and walked backwards to look at you one last time. “I hope to see you later.” You heard him say as he winked, right before he turned back around and walked to the gas station.

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you gripped the steering wheel harshly to calm your nerves. “ohmygodohmygodohmygod…” you kept whispering to yourself, before you finally started the car and drove off.

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You walked up to the counter and set down a soda, pointing at the pack of cigarettes behind Dave, asking for 2 camel menthols. “How’s it goin’?” Dave spoke as he reached for the cigarettes. Every time you came to this gas station— which has been a while now— you never got used to how handsome Dave was. Anytime you two spoke, you felt butterfly’s in your stomach and you always stuttered over your words. Somehow though, you managed to hide your giant crush on him;

Or so you thought

“Not too great.” You groaned. “Anything I can do to help?” You didn’t want to be a burden on him, but he genuinely seemed concerned and wanted to help you out, so you told him the truth on what was wrong.

“Well, my car is all sorts of fucked up. The breaks are squeaking, the battery’s failing on me, and I haven’t gotten enough money to take it to the shop yet; so I’m stuck with her all broken until I can afford to fix it.”

He let out a low ‘hm’, nodding his head in understanding.

He slid your items back before you even paid for them, then cocked his head to the door. “Let me take a look, maybe I can help. Oh- and don’t worry about this.” He said, looking down at the things on the counter.

There it was, that butterfly feeling in your stomach again. You felt giddy inside, but you calmly declined his offer, saying you wanted to pay for your things.

“No, seriously, take ‘em” He stated, before walking out from behind the counter so that you couldn’t argue with him any more. You took your things and followed him out to your car.

You quickly tossed your items in the passenger seat, closing the car door and going up to Dave, who had already opened the hood of your car and was checking out the battery.

“Here, I think I have something.” He walked off towards the garage that was located behind the store, coming back minutes later with a battery in his hands.

“This one isn’t perfect, but it’s definitely better than what you got here.” He took your old battery out and put the ‘new’ one in.

“Drive her to the garage for me so you can test the new battery out and so I can take a look at your brakes properly in the shop.”

You had this big smile on your face that you couldn’t hide. You looked over at Dave, he had a hand on his hip with a smile along his lips.

You let out a low giggle, getting in the drivers seat and taking it to the garage while Dave followed behind.

—

“I can’t thank you enough— seriously, you didn’t have to do this.” You said as you both leaned against the side of the car, eyeing each other.

He shook his head. “It’s really nothing. I got a hook up with a guy that works at a wrecking yard, so he gives me some parts free of charge.” He paused.

“I wasn’t just gonna leave you like that.” His gaze flashed to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

You thanked him again, before changing the conversation to something different. Eventually Dave asked you something that made you realized how obsessive you were.

“Hey, before you leave, I got a question.” He stopped you just before you pulled the handle on the car to get in the drivers seat and leave.

“How come— and this may sound silly— you only come here whenever when I’m around.” He paused, letting out a chuckle and looking down towards the ground.

“I’ve asked my coworkers about you, and they think I’m crazy. ‘Dave, there’s no girl who fits that description that I’ve ever seen.’” He mimicked one of his coworkers.

“Can you answer me that?”

There was a silence. It felt like it lasted minutes, but in reality was only seconds.

“I, uh…” you tried to find the words, but the truth was you just wanted to see him. So whenever you got off work, you’d come straight here to top off on gas and get a snack, all so you could have a small 10-15 minute interaction with him. Eventually, you found out the days he didn’t work, and only started coming when he was on shift.

“Hmm?” He questioned again while you thought of what to say. Eventually, the truth seemed like the only ideal option to tell him.

“I only come when you’re working because I want to see you.” You nervously told.

He nodded his head, crossing his arms and ankles as he leaned against your car. “It was never a problem with me.” He smirked, eyeing your lips again. You stepped closer to him, looking up into his eyes.

“In fact, whenever I’d see you while on my shift, it made my day all the better.” He smiled.

“Oh yeah?” You questioned him this time.

“Yeah.”

There was a silence.

The anticipation grew, you took notice of Dave’s chest heaving up and down at a some-what fast pace. A cold breeze swept through the open garage door, causing Dave’s hair to flow entrancingly in the wind.

The silence continued.

You had a moment were you didn’t care what the consequences of the actions you wanted to do were; which were slam your lips over his and tangle your fingers in his hair. You thought “if this goes wrong, I’ll just never come back to this place” before finally going through with your idea.

That was, until Dave beat you to it.

^ ^ ^

He slid one of his hands to your waist, the other behind your neck, tilting your head up before he planted a soft kiss on your lips.

It started off slow, as if you were trying to test your compatibility, but it suddenly turned into a heated, sloppy mess as you ached for more. You parted for a moment, both of you panting like dogs, gazing into each other’s lustful eyes.

His hand slid from your waste to the back seat car handle, pulling it and opening the door. He backed up, allowing you to get in. He quickly climbed on top of you, letting his hands explore your body. They slid up your shirt, taking it off before he took his own off. You leaned up against the door of the car, watching as Dave slowly took off his clothes, revealing his toned chest.

“Damn.”

“Not even the best part, princess.” He replied, smirking.

The way he called you princess caused you to feel a heat between your legs, and it grew with every second you were in that car with him. You instinctively pressed your legs together to either suppress it or to get some friction— you didn’t know which one— you were too distracted by Dave’s hot looks to notice why.

You started taking off your garments as well. You two looked at each other for a second, both in your undergarments, panting heavily.

Dave’s hands suddenly slid up your body, one stopping at your hips, the other going up to your jaw, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as he kissed you passionately.

Your hands dragged up his chest to the back of his neck and the other to his hair, twirling your fingers around the orange strands. You two broke the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting your lips.

He started planting butterfly kisses down your neck and across your chest. He slipped his hands across your stomach to your back, unclasping your bra. He slowly glided it off your arms, before he tossed it to the floorboard and started to knead your breasts, occasionally pinching at the nip.

He went back down to kiss you, sliding his tongue in and exploring your mouth. Your hands instinctively went down to his boxers, attempting to slide them off, but Dave grabbed your wrists and did it for you while you decided to take your underwear off. His rough hands gripped your hips, turning you over onto your stomach before you propped yourself up with your knees and elbows.

“Ready?” He asked, but before you could respond, his entire length was shoved into you, no warning. You jolted, letting out a whine as he hit the deepest parts of you. He moved your hair off your neck and planted small kisses on it, as if to ease the pain he just caused you.

“You look so beautiful like this for me…” he said between kisses that trailed down your neck and back, all while his cock was buried deep into your cunt. He started to thrust into you, letting out low grunts. You gripped onto the seat, biting your lip and curling your toes to try and suppress your loud whines into quiet ones.

“Don’t be shy baby, let those noises out.” He said between his own groans. You followed his orders, letting out your whines and cries.

He put his hand above your head against the window and pressed his back against yours, the heat of it against your cold body adding to the pleasure.

With each of his thrust, you felt your high get closer and closer, a knot tightening in your abdomen signaling that it would come crashing down on you soon. “Fuck, I’m close-“ you said in between pants.

It only took a few more of Dave’s thrusts to finally send you over the edge. It felt like you were drowning in a pool of pleasure as Dave kept thrusting into you, causing you to overstimulate. You felt his grip on your hips tighten, signaling he was close. He quickly pulled out, and you felt a hot liquid on your back a second later.

After a few minutes, you two calmed down from your highs. Dave ordered you to stay there as he was putting his boxers and pants back on, then he got up to go find something to clean you off with. A few seconds later and he showed back up with a rag in his hands. He gently cleaned you up, and when he was done, you quickly put your undergarments and pants back on. You laid in the back of the car for a moment, you head resting on Dave’s lap as he played with your hai, talking about whatever came to mind before you two eventually had to get up so he could go back to work.

- - - - -

Meanwhile in the store:

“Hello!? Is anyone even here!?” A poor old lady screamed as she held her coffee and candy, constantly ringing the bell in hopes someone would show up.

[adidastain]

bad decisions

1996 serj tankian x fem reader (y/n)

warnings: a little smutty (cockwarming)

notes: all lowercase, first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 2893

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long-time best friends, adrenaline, and freezing temperatures create the perfect recipe for poor decision-making.

thank god his place was only 4 blocks away from the venue.

“i don’t believe in global warming anymore.” his trembling voice carried easily in the cold, breezeless air. serj cursed under his breath through gritted and chattering teeth.

i scoffed. “we’re almost there,” i said, equally as trembly. it wasn’t this fucking cold when we left, 4 hours ago. now everything was covered in a thin layer of frost, and if we hadn’t kept moving, we might’ve been too.

serj didn’t have his own car and i didn’t have my license, so we were forced to walk a measly 4 blocks to the local niche concert venue, which really doesn’t seem like much of a trek. now try walking 4 blocks home in below freezing temperatures. we’d met some friends at the concert and had a pretty good time, but failed to account for the fact that it was past 12 AM by the time it was over, nonetheless in the middle of january. and of course, like the geniuses we were, we’d left before we could catch a ride.

“why didn’t we get a taxi?” i asked rhetorically, letting go of a heavy sigh that i could see in the form of a thin cloud in front of me as it escaped my lips.

“we don’t have any cash,” he laughed. he paused his steps for a brief moment to dig in his pockets. “right?”

“right,” i shivered. “genius, aren’t we?”

serj smiled at my joke. “genius enough to decide to walk home instead of getting a ride. remarkable.”

i playfully punched his arm. “seriously though,” he continued. “global warming my ass.”

“it’s midnight in mid-january, serj. i don’t know what to tell you,” i smiled, now walking backwards in front of him.

“yeah, in southern california. you would think it never gets this cold. my dick is fucking shrinking, y/n.”

i snorted and scrunched up my nose. for some reason, that was always my reaction when he said my name like that. i wasn’t sure if it was his tone, his accent, or something else.

we finally landed on his doorstep and i waited patiently behind him as his trembling hands frantically fumbled with the keys while trying to unlock the front door. serj then dropped said keys and i laughed at him.

“you try unlocking your front door when you can’t feel your fingers,” he playfully hissed at me while i picked up his keyring for him.

eventually we made it inside. it was warmer but not very much. the air was calmer though, we were in our safe bubble.

i flopped onto his couch while serj set his keys on the kitchen counter and winced. “my dick is fucking frozen,” he whined while running his fingers through his long, curly hair. i sat up and smiled at him, watching him pull his hair back into a ponytail.

“why don’t you grow out a beard, keep your face warm,” i suggested, standing back up and stepping towards him. “you already have a little bit of pedo stubble.” i laughed as he swatted my hand away from scratching his chin.

“did you know that thinking about sex can make your facial hair grow faster?” he changed the subject.

“you must not think about sex very often,” i teased, trying to hide my smirk.

serj rolled his eyes, palming my face and pushing me away. i hated it when he did that and he knew it. “rude,” i scoffed, following him to his bedroom.

“er, excuse me, love. i’ll be changing in here now,” he said in a godawful attempt at a british accent, stopping me at the doorway. i flicked his forehead out of revenge and he snorted before closing the door in my face. “your british accent is proper rubbish.” i yelled, in a much better british accent. “won’t survive the islands with that lump o’ shite up yer sleeve, mate.” i then said in a scottish accent.

he cracked open his door, showing just his face and bare shoulder. serj glared at me as if he had something to say, but i spoke before him, saying, “you might want to try studying foreign films if you plan to travel around the world in that band of yours,” in a german accent.

he glared for another moment or two before rolling his eyes and chuckling slightly and muttering, “you’re such a showoff.” he once again slammed the door in my face.

a few minutes later, he came back out in pajamas. flannel pants and a big, grey pullover hoodie. oh, and the star of the show, his signature scooby doo socks.

i’d helped myself to some oreos and was sitting on his sofa before he sat next to me and grabbed the TV remote. i held in a laugh as he shivered again.

“jesus christ I’M STILL FUCKING COLD,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

“dick still frozen?” i asked.

“yes.” he sighed, looking at me with a pouting lip.

i held in a laugh and looked him up and down as his head fell back again. i don’t know if it was his clothes, his now exposed neck, his gorgeous hair, or the idea of cockwarming itself, but he looked good. really fucking good.

very few moments went by before i gently took the remote from him and asked, “want me to warm you up?”

his head snapped up and he stared at me. his eyes were wide and a disbelieving smirk crept up his cheek. “excuse me?” he laughed sheepishly.

i’d meant it. now i was embarrassed and i felt stupid.

“do you want me to help you with… that?” i asked again, quickly glancing at his crotch to reference his frozen dick.

“wh- i- how?” he stammered.

then i felt really fucking stupid. why did i ask him that? what the fuck was i thinking?

i moved barely an inch closer to him after setting the remote back onto the coffee table and stared him dead in the eyes. my voice shrunk and i said, “i could just sit on you.”

a quiet moment was shared before he broke into a laugh and broke our eye contact. he looked around at seemingly nothing and bit on the tip of his finger, before pinching the bridge of his nose and laughing some more.

“why not?” he sighed, opening up the space in his lap for me to sit like a fucking hen on a newly laid egg.

i slid carefully into his lap, every single muscle in my body locked in a tense state. he avoided eye contact as i adjusted my position and rested my hands on his shoulders to stabilize myself.

i then became fully aware of his scent as it flooded my nostrils when i got that close to him. a soft blend of cigarettes, fresh laundry, and whatever cologne-y scented shampoo or body wash he used. my body relaxed and i allowed my weight to settle on his hips.

his hands rested in the pockets of his hoodie and he sat with his head rested back and his eyes closed. his broad chest rose and fell softly but swiftly.

“where’d you get this hoodie?” i asked softly, desperately attempting to break the silence. i was ruining our friendship more and more with each passing second.

…but i kind of wanted to ruin it.

i always thought serj was really intelligent and had a great sense of humor, and i could never understand why more girls didn’t want him. in the past 7 years of knowing him he’d only been through two real relationships, and barely any smaller, less serious flings. i myself had been in and out of relationships and such, but serj and i worked so well together as friends that it was hard to imagine being anything else with him.

“goodwill,” he exhaled. “3 bucks.” serj smiled, keeping his eyes closed. i could feel him relax a bit underneath me. i smiled too and let out a soft laugh through my nose.

“do you feel any warmer?” i asked, even lower than before.

a short few moments passed by before he shook his head and answered “not really.”

in response, i adjusted my position again, earning an unexpected reaction from him. his breath hitched and he briefly opened his eyes as i seemingly hit a nerve or something. his body tensed up again and his breathing grew deeper.

i soon understood why. i squirmed slightly for the billionth time, but felt a little something poking up against me.

every single ounce of my confidence rushed back into me and a devilish smirk came upon my face.

“what’s got you so excited?” i teased.

finally he looked at me again. his cheeks were red and he swallowed hard. we both broke into a blushing laugh and he rubbed his face with his palms.

he threw his hands outward and let his arms fall defeatedly. “you’re sitting on my dick, y/n, what do you expect? it feels good,” he argued.

my heart leaped. why was i so fucking excited about this? i was making him feel good and that was more fucking empowering than any chic flick i’d ever seen.

“it feels good? want me to grind on ya a little bit? like this?” i teased him, biting my lip. i started gently rolling my hips back and forth against his and held his shoulders to stabilize myself.

“NO! no, no, oh my god, fuck, don’t do that,” he whined, covering his face with his hands as he threw his head back again. his breathing was almost rapid and he was forcing himself to inhale and exhale deeply.

i stopped moving, but left my hands on his shoulders. i watched with a contented smile as his breathing became steadier.

“serj~” i said softly, letting my hands fall to his chest so i could feel his heartbeat. it was racing.

he took a deep breath and mustered up enough strength to look at me again. he looked tired, but his eyes were doe-y and somewhat anxious. he was blushing hard and he felt really warm now.

i took a long look at his face, glancing between his eyes, his nose, his lips, his freckles. i bit my lip and leaned in slightly closer.

“i wanna make a bad decision…” i whispered, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie and staring at his lips and into his eyes.

“you already made a bad decision, y/n.” he stated, his voice deeper and softer than it previously had been.

butterflies exploded in my stomach and we stared at each other for another few, long moments. i planted my palm in his sternum and slowly leaned in, laying my lips between his.

both of our hearts were now racing respectively, and i grew lightheaded from holding my breath before we pulled away naturally, slowly.

we looked at each other for a moment, seeing how the other was reacting to what just happened. his eyes danced around my face and his lips slacked open, breathing deeply despite his racing heartrate.

i brought a hand up to softly caress his neck, and we kissed again. his lips were wet and soft and the kiss was a little on the slower side. i could feel each of his breaths cover my face as his nose brushed against my cheek. i could have sworn that i felt him grow harder each second.

every ounce of strength that was left in my body instantly vanished as i felt his hand slide gently up my thigh. i softly whimpered into our kiss and pulled away for a moment. “your hands are cold,” i giggled, out of breath.

serj smiled at me and looked down. “sorry,” he laughed.

“it’s okay.” i gently tilted his sweet head back up to face mine and kissed him again. my hand caressed his stubbly cheek and i felt his other cold hand gently graze my jaw.

he opened his mouth and licked my lips briefly. i gasped and pulled his head closer to me so i could slide my tongue into his mouth to meet his.

i adjusted my position again and he immediately let go of the kiss, letting out a low, quiet moan against my lips. “careful~” he warned with a smile as he resumed the kiss.

his hand inched closer to my hips and i let it. his hands were huge and fit perfectly on my bony hips. i felt his entire palm rest against my right hip before his thumb slid under my pants to gently stroke the outside of my underwear.

i whimpered his name and pressed myself harder against his hand and his crotch, deepening the kiss even further. my underwear was beyond soaked but i didn’t even care.

i decided to deliver some karma and let my hands sink below his chest and slip up under his shirt. i placed my hands on his warm skin of his abdomen, which immediately tensed up at my touch. his skin was smooth and i could feel a bit of hair in the center of his body moving lower. my thumb brushed over his belly button and my palms were soon met with the elastic waistband of his pants.

before i could get to work on those, he pulled away and stopped me. “wait,” he said.

i looked at him, worry building up inside me.

his hands moved to gently hold my waist and he softly asked, “what are we after this, y/n?”

i stared into his eyes, at a loss for words. i pulled my hands out from under his shirt and hoodie and rested them in our laps, fidgeting with my fingers. “i-” i started, not really knowing where i was going to go with it after the fact. “i don’t know…”

now i felt stupid again. i only got the idea as a joke, i didn’t expect it to turn into this. but i liked it, and it seems like he did too. but we couldn’t go back to what we were, our friendship was ruined.

“...pretend it never happened?” he suggested, sounding just as uncertain as me.

i shook my head, lowering it in shame. it was such a stupid idea.

serj noticed my defeated state and gently held my face. “hey,” he said softly. i looked at him with a shame-ridden face, but quickly moved my eyes away from his. his thumb stroked my cheek and he gave me a small smile. “y/n~” he sang. “look at me.”

i scoffed and looked at him. he grinned and nudged my nose with his.

“listen, no matter what we end up being, you’re still my best friend, okay? maybe we can talk about it tomorrow over- well, later today, i guess. over breakfast. i think we should sleep on it, does that sound good?” he said softly.

his little stutter was so fucking adorable, i could barely contain my grin. i nodded and pressed my forehead against his.

“good,” he whispered. a moment or two passed before he held my face with both hands and softly said, “i love you, y/n. in every way.”

i smiled wide and wrapped my arms around his neck. “i love you too, serj,” i whispered.

he grinned, dear god. his smile had never hit me so hard as it did in that moment. “one more kiss?” he offered, his voice risen in pitch with his eyebrows raised and a sheepish grin.

i nodded, and we leaned in again. it was soft, slow, but not too deep, and a little on the shorter side. it was perfect.

“get some sleep, y/n,” he told me as we pulled away and i stood up from his lap. i nodded again, completely out of words. the only thing i managed to come up with was a simple, but sweet, “good night, serj.”

he gently grabbed my hands, softly kissing each of my fingers while looking up at me. “good night, y/n,” he said, before pausing for a brief moment. he then continued and whispered;

“i don’t regret anything.”

[sealeneee]

and now i'm gonna tell yall how i saw a naked dude today at work. lmao.

i work at a hotel, not very big, 3 floors, 35 rooms. mostly irrelevant tbh. the hall has the reception counter, and behind it is also a door to the manager's room that doubles as storage and place to nap/hide when nobody sees it. and the door behind the counter is directly facing the stairway to the 2nd&3rd floor.

it was about 20 minutes to midnight, most people are usually asleep and don't need anything at the moment, so i just sat in the manager's room while on my phone. at one moment i decide to come out, maybe to use the bathroom, maybe for something else, i don't remember LOL. and the moment i open the door and walk out. i see a man. not wearing anything. covering his private parts at least but still absolutely naked.

i did not expect that. i did not expect to see anyone in general, but a naked guy especially. he says "i'm sorry", i think he kept talking but i'm just so dumbfounded at this point that i don't listen, decide that whatever he is up to is none of my business, i turn around and slam the door. i stayed there for 10 minutes or so, just trying to grasp wtf i just saw, and trying to figure out where he was actually fully naked or i was tripping. after that another person calls me, says that this guy probably just sleepwalked or something, and says that his room door got shut and we should get him a new keycard.

this place is constantly low on keycards, so i just grab the one that opens all doors, grab the bartender for moral support and a bathrobe, and go to find that guy and unlock his room (the other person told me the number). that goes on fine. no more naked people running in the corridors at midnight

that man later came down and apologized (i wasn't really offended or disturbed by what happened, it was just super unexpected loollll) and got me a chocolate bar. unfortunately i don't like white chocolate but don't look a gift horse in the mouth yada yada. apparently he was kinda hazy and only realized what the hell happened after he heard his room door slam shut.

far from the worst experience working here but certainly the funniest

[im-a-marion3tt3]

A little drabble of Phantom having a very bad day. Tw/Cw for sh and dissociation (depersonalization)

"....." "... ...tom" "Phantom" "Phantom" "Hey, are you with me?" A soft voice mumbles from somewhere around him. He's not too sure who's talking to him.

Today had just been a bad day to say the least. It started off this morning when he dropped his breakfast, ruining half of it and with that, his appetite. As he went to clean up, he tore his pants in the cabinet and tripped in the process, causing him to have a meltdown for lack of better words. Swiss told him that it was okay, Mountain could fix the pants and that he'd clean up the spill so Phantom didn't have to worry. The young ghoul stormed away to his room, still in tears and flopped onto his bed, hiding beneath the covers as he cried himself to sleep. It wasn't until 3 pm that he finally woke up once more, which annoyed him because he wasted the entire day. He changed his clothes but they didn't fit right, his pants were too loose and his shirt was too tight. He didn't have time to change again, having practice to go, so off he went, only to get his sleeve caught on the door. He couldn't cry over this though, not now, so he sucked up his tears and kept moving. Practice went without a hitch, that was until he started playing wrong. It got him a scolding from Dew, stressing that he knew Phantom could play the part and the fact he wasn't doing that was unexpected, especially since they were trying to figure out how everything sounded for their new album. Softly, he had apologized, looking down at his feet as they took it from the top. He tried so hard the next time but still couldn't play correctly this time, it was as if his fingers were made of lead. All Dew had to do was turn and look at him to get a harsh yell of "I'm sorry! Fucking replace me at this point if it's such a bother!" And with that, he threw his guitar down, much harder than one should ever set down a guitar, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The rest of the band was left speechless, their usually bubbly youngest was simply not himself. Phantom went and hid again, needing to be alone. He found himself in the pantry in the kitchen, closing the door behind him as he sat in the far back corner, under a shelf, his tail spilling into his mouth. It was a bad habit but the slight sting of him biting it helped to ground him a little bit. However, he didn't realize when the biting became sucking on it like a child as he slowly started to zone out more and more. Eventually it was dark, darker than the lightless closet he was sitting and Phantom felt light and airy but as though he was no longer within his body. It was scary. And that brings us to now.

Phantom looked at Rain, his eye round and fearful as he nearly bounced on his band mate in a hug, his tail slipping from his mouth. The water ghoul steady himself, startled by the attack, before carefully wrapping the smaller in a hug and picking him up. He took the 2 of them out of the pantry and set him down on the kitchen counter. Rain held him a little longer before slowly pulling back, grabbing Phantom's hands.

"Why are you so scared?" Rain asked softly, having seen his expression. It caused another panic look and for phantom's tail to flick in panic.

"It's okay, Tom, I have you. It's just me and you right now, no need to rush your words," he continued, holding onto the other a little tighter and offering him a genuine look.

"I wasn't.... me" he says, far more panices than Rain had ever heard. He wanted to fill in the blanks, to say something along the lines of that he understood and Dew should have been nicer but then again, Rain felt like there probably was more to it.

"What do you mean by that?" Rain spoke in a soft tone, trying encourage more.

Phantom felt too panic to speak though, no words coming to tongue so he tried to charade it, gesturing to himself then upward before covering his eyes all while shooting a silent prayer to Satan that Rain would get it.

Rain did not get that but he still spoke gently, "That seems really scary, I'm so sorry," before pulling him into a hug.

"Dew wanted to speak to you if you feel up for it, he's not mad at you. Promise. I think he's more mad at himself. It doesn't excuse what he did, but he's under a lot of stress right now." Phantom just nodded and leaned against his chest. Dew could wait, Phantom just needed someone to hold him for a little bit longer

Sorry for taking so long to post 😭 I'll try to get more frequent. Also, I'm sorry if it's very jumbled and not the most cohesive, I'll try to get better at writing again

[ripmyselfxd]

J.F - (Joao Felix) PT. 2

Warnings- Stalking, blood, scary Joao, swearing, knife play, hide and seek, kind of a happy ending…

PART 1:

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You were shocked, how could Joao do this- to you! “Joao,” Your voice was shaky “You need to stop.” Joao smiled, leaning close and whispering into your ear “Oh baby, I’m just getting started.” He sly backed away still smiling, he then put the knife that he carved his initials into your skin on your kitchen counter, then he left. “I’ll be back.” He said in a sing-song voice.

The next couple days you stayed cooped up in your apartment watching happy movies, so you wouldn’t think about what happened with Joao. It was Wednesday night and you fell asleep on the couch, and forgetting to lock the door. Joao had been watching- no, stalking you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And this was it. Joao sneakily entered your apartment, careful not to wake you as he went to your bedroom. He searched through your drawers, your desk, your bed, anything that he could look through, he did. Once he was done going through your things he entered the living room, where you slept softly and quietly. “Oh bunny?” He called out, you woke up at the sound of his voice. You quietly, knowing that he was about 10 feet away from you, hid from him. You hid behind the couch, and every step he took towards you, you did the opposite. Slowly making your way to the kitchen. Once he turned his head away from you you ran to the door. It was locked, and your key was in the office two rooms away from your door. ‘Fuck’ you thought to yourself. You could hear his footsteps going into the bathroom, and you went back into the living room. Trying to make your way to your keys in the office room. You had keys to your door because it was an old door that didn’t close very well- keys was your only option other than getting a new door and you weren’t spending 10 grand on a new door. “Come out and play with me, kitten. I know your here somewhere…” He called from the bathroom. ‘Why is his voice this attractive?’ You thought as you crept your way through the living room into the bedroom. Once you where into your bedroom you sat up and took a break, wiping the sweat that was formed on your brow. You heard him moving again, towards the kitchen. You crouched again and kept moving forward towards the office. “Oh baby, don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you unlike other fuck-boys~” You heard a smash, a vase breaking in the kitchen, “JUST FUCKING C’MERE ALREADY!” He yelled, starting you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… done that.” He said, footsteps getting closer to you. You got to the office and grabbed your keys. Standing up and turning around, coming face to face with Joao. “AH!” You jumped, he smirked, “Aww, kitten. Did I scare you?” He kissed your arms where he left his initials carved into your skin from the other day. “Are you afraid?” He asked, almost as a threat. “Y-yes.” You replied with tears in your eyes. He looked up at you and wiped your tears away, “Shh, don’t cry now, bunny.” He took his knife and wiped your tears with the knife while saying, “There is nothing to be afraid of.” He pulled you into an embrace and smelled your hair, “God, you smell so good.” He groaned and pressed his body against yours. “Joao, stop~” You pushed him away but he didn’t budge.

Suddenly, 2 people came barging into the room with a police outfit on. Joao let go of you, spinning on his heels to face the men. “Drop the knife!” One of the yelled, holding a gun at him up while the other grabbed you, putting you behind the two men. “What the hell is going on?!” Joao snarled at the men, dropping his knife. The one that had pulled you away from Joao spoke up, “(Y/N is my best friend. When you came to her house that one night, she called me as soon as you left. Telling me that you’d be back. I’ve been patrolling her apartment every night since then and when I got a text from her just saying ‘x’ I knew she was in trouble. I’m a police officer if you couldn’t tell, my name is Tyler and this is my buddy, Mark. And you sir, are under arrest.” Mark grabs Joao and put him in handcuffs, leading him out of the apartment. You see Joao go into the officer’s car and Mark waiting for Tyler outside of the car. “Thank you so much, Tyler. I could have died tonight.” He smiled at you and pulled you into an embrace, “Your so welcome.” He pulled away and looked down towards the car, “I should probably go now, Mark is waiting.” He smiled once more “See you ‘round. ‘Kay?” You smiled and nodded “See ya!” He walked out, and you saw Tyler and Mark take your boyfriend to jail. A sight you thought you’d never see, but, the future changes. Very much like Joao.

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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 16

‘You can’t be serious?’ Matt asked, trying to hide the uneasiness in his voice.

‘I’m deadly serious. It was Toshi, the hunter. She’s back.’ Chris said as he leaned back against the counter in the teachers’ lounge.

‘I thought she died a brutal death?’ Hannibal asked.

‘I heard she committed suicide.’ Jessica chimed in.

‘No, she just moved abroad is what I heard, and clearly that is the right one since she’s back.’ David argued.

‘I heard that she fell in love and decided to stop having such a dangerous job.’ Came Severus’ voice from behind a newspaper that he held up on front of him, so no one could see him.

‘Why didn’t she kill you, Chris? I thought she was the most ruthless vampire hunter out there?’ Jessica asked.

‘You know I can’t be killed as easily as the rest of you.’ Chris scoffed. ‘She tried, but failed miserably. I suspect she’s lost her touch.’

‘Or, she probably knows you can’t be killed easily so didn’t bother to waste her energy. I doubt you were just innocently walking through the park, she no doubt stopped you from doing some… questionable deeds.’ Severus said as he slowly lowered the paper enough to raise an eyebrow at the headmaster.

Chris glared at Severus, then headed for the door. ‘Toshi is back. Which means we are all in danger, more so than before. She said she wants to wipe out all vampires, we need to get to her first.’

Loki had kept quiet until Chris left the room. ‘He’s on edge. She’s rattled him, for some reason.’ He hummed with a frown.

‘Really?’ David asked.

‘Definitely.’ Loki nodded. ‘I think Severus is right, she probably stopped him from feeding on a human but knows he can’t be taken down simply, if what I’ve heard about her is correct, she’s intelligent. So, she would know when to pick her battles and who with.’

‘I’m always right.’ Severus drawled as he went back to hiding behind his newspaper.

Loki rolled his eyes. ‘I don’t think we need to worry about her. I have a feeling if it was her doing the killings lately, Kirsten wouldn’t have made it out alive… wait, Chris said she wore a cloak?’

Matt nodded.

‘Apparently it was a cloaked figure that brought Kirsten to safety. Perhaps she’s not only looking out for humans.’

‘You think she’s hunting the hunters?’ Hannibal asked.

‘Maybe? I mean, Kirsten and Stevie weren’t bad vampires, maybe she knows that most of us are trying to be better.’ Loki suggested.

‘How do we know for sure we don’t need to worry about her?’ Hannibal asked.

‘We don’t know, yet... I don’t know.’ Loki sighed and ran a hand down his face. ‘We just need to be more careful, for now.’

Everyone nodded and mumbled in agreement.

-

L: Have a good night with Jessica. Make sure you get a reliable taxi home. If there’s any issues, just call me. X

C: I will, thank you. Hope you enjoy your Saturday night, too. See you tomorrow. x

Loki sighed as he sat back on the sofa and tried to focus on the TV. Even with Bat purring on his lap, he really struggled to relax. He wasn’t sure why though, he knew that Claire would be safe enough being out with Jessica. They’d been looking forward to their girl’s night all week.

Something still niggled at him though, a feeling in the pit of his stomach that grew stronger and stronger as the evening went on.

-

Claire and Jessica hit up a few pubs before going to the club, so Claire was happily tipsy by the time they got to the bustling club. Jessica ordered doubles every time without Claire knowing, while Claire had singles, so Jessica wasn’t too far behind Claire even with her higher tolerance to alcohol.

Between doing some dancing among the sea of people, they managed to snag a small table at the side of the dancefloor, Claire got them a pitcher of a sex on the beach cocktail.

‘So, how are things going with you and Loki?’ Jessica asked with a smirk.

‘I guess everyone knows there’s something between us, huh?’ Claire giggled.

‘Of course. We haven’t seen Loki so happy in a long time.’ Jessica grinned.

Claire blushed a little. ‘I really really like him… a lot.’

‘Sounds like there’s a but coming?’ Jessica frowned.

‘No… not really… well, I just… he seems like he really wants to take things further between us, but he’s been holding back for some reason. He knows I want to, and am ready, but I don’t really know what’s stopping him. He keeps saying he doesn’t want to hurt me, but it doesn’t really make sense why he’d hurt me, I’m not going to break.’ She laughed a little.

Jessica gave Claire’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. ‘Loki is… quite a complex guy. I’m sure he has his reasons for wanting to wait, to take things slower. Don’t for one second think it’s because you’ve done something wrong though, because this is an issue he has and needs to work through.’

‘Thanks, Jessica.’ Claire smiled.

‘If it’s any consolation, his eyes light up every time you walk into the room. I’ve never seen him so smitten before.’ Jessica grinned as Claire blushed a little, but hid behind her drink.

They didn’t take too long to finish their cocktail pitcher, then they had a shot each before heading back onto the dancefloor and letting loose.

Well into the night, Jessica disappeared for a while, which Claire found odd. She had said she was just going to the bathroom.

Claire went into the girls’ toilets to have a look for her, to make sure she was ok, but there was no sign of her in there. So, she made her way through the club, keeping an eye out through the crowd of people but still couldn't spot her.

She began to feel a little worried, so ended up heading outside. There were plenty of people bustling about out front, some waiting to get in and others just chatting together.

‘Hey, have you seen a woman on her own, red hair, green dress?’ Claire asked one of the security guys.

‘Oh yeah, not long ago she went round there.’ The guy pointed down the alley alongside the club.  

Claire stumbled a little as she made her way down the alley, it was darker but there was one street lamp, though pretty dim and it flickered a lot. She couldn’t work out why on earth Jessica would be out here, unless she had found a guy to make out with… or something more intimate.

Not wanting to risk her being in any danger though, Claire continued down the alley, no matter how creepy it was. She had alcohol courage running through her veins which helped.

As she made her way further down the alley, she spotted Jessica.

‘Hey, Jessica…’ Claire trailed off as she got closer, she saw that Jessica had a drunk man against the wall, it looked like she was sucking on his neck. Claire smirked, she had been right in thinking she’d found someone to hook up with.

As Claire was about to turn and head back into the club, Jessica’s head suddenly snapped round towards Claire, her nostrils flared. Claire’s eyes widened as she couldn’t quite believe what she saw.

Jessica had fangs, and they were dripping with the man’s blood.

Jessica’s eyes were dark and she had a blissed out look on her face, she was in a feeding frenzy and Claire smelled heavenly. She began stalking towards Claire, following every step backwards that Claire took.

‘Jessica… please… what… what are you?’ Claire stammered, her heart raced in fear as she kept backing up until she could go no further as she hit a cold brick wall.

‘Don’t be scared… I just want a little bite, I’ll make it feel good for you, it won’t hurt.’ Jessica’s voice sounded like honey, though it didn’t help ease Claire’s mind at all, she was terrified.

For a fleeting second, she did begin to wonder if she was just really drunk and imagining this, vampires weren’t real… Though the evidence was right on front of her, literally about to bite her.

Jessica moved in, so she was pressing against Claire, she placed her hand on her chest to hold her against the wall as she leaned in to sniff at her neck.

‘Jessica, please don’t do this. Please.’ Claire's eyes were watering and her entire body shook.

‘JESSICA!’

Claire had never in her life felt so relieved to see Loki before, he stormed down the alley and pushed Jessica off her, knocking her flying backwards. She hissed at Loki, but he snarled back at her and flashed red eyes at her and his fangs emerged for a moment.

Jessica backed down, her eyes slowly started to turn back to normal as the frenzy she had been in began to wane. ‘Oh… oh my god… Claire… I’m so sorry.’ She gasped.

Loki had already turned back to Claire, who was still incredibly scared and shaken up.

‘It’s ok, Claire. You’re ok. You’re safe, darling.’ Loki whispered softly and cupped her face in both hands, it took her a moment to really focus her eyes onto his, and she nodded slowly as she began to calm down.

‘Claire… I’m sorry.’ Jessica tried to come closer, but Loki snapped his head round and barked at her.

‘Back off!’

Jessica almost began crying because she felt awful that she had scared her friend so badly, and because she had almost fed from her. She couldn’t believe she’d allowed her instincts to run away with her like that.

Loki put his arm around Claire and tried to get her to walk with him, but her legs were so shaky, she almost collapsed. Loki caught her and scooped her up into his arms, he cradled her against his chest and began walking out of the alley.

Taxis were lined up along the road, waiting for people to leave the club, so Loki headed over to one. A security guard working on doors of the club noticed Loki and Claire, he approached them.

‘Is she ok?’ He asked with a frown.

‘She’s drank too much.’ Loki said, eager to just get her home.  

The security guard looked at Claire and got her attention. ‘Are you ok, miss? Do you know this man?’

Claire nodded and put her head back in against Loki’s chest. ‘He’s my boyfriend.’ She said quietly.

The guard nodded, happy enough. He opened the backdoor of the taxi for them, Loki nodded back in appreciation for his concern as he bundled Claire into the car and got straight in with her to get her home.

He could still feel her shaking as she curled up against him, he kept his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. ‘It’s ok, sweetheart. You’re ok.’ Loki whispered and rubbed her arm.