#it stays like that on her back n is open halfway down so u can place it in and slide

[cyphyra]

Gardenia got a bit of a weapon upgrade in-campaign

[pathologicalreid]

christmas (baby please come home) | s.r.

in which Spencer isn't home to put his kids to bed on Christmas Eve, but they wake up to a surprise on Christmas morning

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: spencer's first post prison christmas, frankensteined the plot of "surface tension", the same family as "here with me", crying, christmas word count: 3.19k a/n: merry christmas!! this is kinda like my gift to you, mostly since it's been sitting in my brain for forever!!!!!!! i love u all! also happy first day of hanukkah if you celebrate <33

“But Daddy’s not home,” your daughter whimpered as she shuffled under her covers, she looked up at you with wide, curious eyes.

You carefully smoothed out the top of her floral comforter, “I know, baby,” you whispered, reaching up to pinch her cheek affectionately. You’d let them stay up late to watch the Santa tracker, but eventually, Finn fell asleep on you, and Livvy’s yawns were enough to convince you that it was bedtime. “You still have to go to sleep. Santa will come whether Daddy’s home or not, and we’ll just do the gifts from Mommy and Daddy when he gets back.”

At three years old, Olivia was beginning to understand Spencer being gone the same way Eleanor did; she knew his absence was entirely out of her control, and that didn’t sit well with your middle child. You knew you had gotten incredibly lucky when Spencer had been home for Finn’s birthday and Livvy’s had fallen during his sabbatical, but you also knew that you were due for a missed holiday, you just wished it could’ve been Thanksgiving or New Year’s.

You kissed her forehead before leaving, making sure to leave the door open a crack so the monsters wouldn’t get her before you went to Nell’s room. “Hey, honey,” you whispered, closing your eldest’s door behind you before going to sit on the edge of her bed. She had her own Christmas tree set up in the corner of the room, the artificial purple tree providing the glow that her nightlight normally would. “Are you ready for bed?”

Nell was lying on top of her covers, staring at her still ceiling fan as she ignored your question. While Livvy was just starting to understand what it meant when Spencer was gone, Nell understood it best, and she had for years now. She’d understood when Spencer was in prison, and she understood that he was missing Christmas now.

Slowly, you laid down next to your daughter, propping your head up on the bed and smoothing her hair back. “It’s still Christmas,” you tried to reassure her, but part of you knew that it was a thankless effort, there was nothing you could tell her that would fix her father’s absence. “We can call Dad in the morning while we open presents,” you offered, hoping she’d appreciate you coming halfway. “If he’s not busy, maybe we can video chat, and you can show him everything Santa brought you.”

“It’s not the same,” she told you, furrowing her brows and turning away from you on the bed.

Sighing, you pressed a kiss to the back of her head, “I know, Nellie. I know it’s not fair that he doesn’t get to be here for Christmas, but Daddy will come back.” There was a sense of urgency in your voice; you were afraid that if your five-year-old lost the joy in Christmas, you’d somehow failed her as a mother. “He’ll be home for your birthday, I promise,” you whispered.

“You can’t promise,” she reminded you, knowing that you and Spencer were generally very specific about your promises, leaning toward the ‘I promise I’ll try’ variety.

You hummed in response, “I’d pinky promise you that. Dad will be home for your birthday.” You held up your pinky finger, waiting for her to roll over and reciprocate.

Eleanor rolled over, holding up her pinky finger while brown eyes watched you apprehensively, “Okay,” she breathed, hooking your fingers together and kissing them.

As soon as Spencer told you about the bureau’s contingency to him returning to the BAU, you’d done the math. Eleanor’s sixth birthday would fall near the beginning of his next sabbatical, so you didn’t hesitate to make this promise. “It’s time for bed, my girl,” you whispered, smiling at her softly as she pulled the sleeves of her Christmas pajamas over her hands. “Santa can’t come if you’re not asleep,” you reminded her, sitting up on the bed and getting up, tucking her purple comforter under her chin before you made your final stop of the night.

You’d brought Finn to his room before getting the girls settled, but now that you knew they were alright, you came back to his room. The white noise machine was going, and he was fast asleep in his crib. His pacifier, which you were trying to wean him off of, had fallen from his mouth and onto the sheets, so you set it to the side. To you, the second Christmas was always more exciting than the first, now that he was fourteen months old, he had the dexterity to help open presents.

Ruffling his hair, you kissed him goodnight, just like you’d done with the girls, and you left his room, closing the door so that no one would disturb the light-sleeping baby.

There was a late night ahead of you, but first, you settled yourself onto the couch in the living room and pulled out your phone. Upon opening your messages with Spencer, you couldn’t help but be disappointed to find that there was nothing unread. You thought about sending him a text telling him that you all miss him but eventually decided against it. You didn’t want to make him feel guilty. At least, no more guilty than he likely already did.

You turned on the TV, quietly playing a Christmas movie as you began the festivities. All of the gifts had been expertly hidden in the master bedroom, split between being shoved under your bed and in your closet, but a new playhouse for the girls had been dropped off earlier. It was too big for your room, so your parents had stored it in their basement in the interim.

That would be a struggle to bring in from the garage, so you decided to start small, pulling all of the kids’ stockings from their hooks and laying them out on the floor before going upstairs to get the stuffers.

With the movie playing, you filled the stockings with treats and little toys. A few times you imagined your phone buzzing, but each time there was nothing on the screen. The loneliness started to set in as you rehung the stockings, making sure the kids’ names faced forward above the fireplace.

This wasn’t your first Christmas alone, Spencer had been in Idaho for Olivia’s first Christmas, but neither of the girls remembered it.

They’d remember this one, you thought to yourself, walking back up the stairs to grab a load of boxes. Thankfully, they were already wrapped, but you did have to avoid getting ribbon in your mouth as you carried the armful of gifts down the stairs.

Masterfully, you adjusted them beneath the tree, trying to visualize where they’d all end up in the end as you heard something distantly, but you brushed it off as someone leaving your neighbor’s holiday party. You stood up, wiping your hands on your pajamas as you evaluated your handiwork, shrugging before you turned around for the next load, “Oh,” you breathed, watching the handle on the door from the garage turn.

The door opened slowly, revealing your husband on the other side, his black peacoat draped over his arm and purple scarf looped around his neck. He hooked his car keys on the key hook before he noticed you, brown eyes finding your pajama-clad figure. His lopsided smile was all-knowing as always, he knew he had surprised you. In fact, it had been his goal.

You remained exactly where you were, watching him from the den as he put his shoes away and hung up his outerwear. It was almost as if you’d convinced yourself he was a mirage, and any sudden movements would cause his visage to dissipate. “Hey,” Spencer said, cocking his head at you as if he were confused why you hadn’t come any closer to him. He peeked around you to look at the tree, “Did the kids get to bed okay?”

Instead of answering him, your body naturally responded to what seemed like the miraculous appearance of your husband by producing tears. At first, they just welled along your lash line, but as they started to fall, you buried your face in your hands.

Spencer was there, not only in the house but also taking the initiative to approach you, he wrapped his arms around your torso, taking your tearful form under his care, “Is everything alright?” He asked, slowly dragging his hand up and down your spine, humming as you reciprocated his embrace and pressed your face into his shirt, drying your eyes and taking in the moment.

“Everything is wonderful,” you responded, your voice muffled by his shirt. He smelled like stale dark roast and the jet, but you were too relieved by his arrival to truly mind.

Tightening his grip briefly, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, “Right, well. You’re crying, so I had to make sure,” he murmured, swaying gently to the music coming from the film.

You loosed a breath of relief, “I can’t believe you’re here. The kids were miserable at bedtime, Nell wouldn’t even talk to me until I told her you’ll be home for her birthday,” you informed him, keeping your arms wrapped firmly around him while you tipped your head back to see him.

Spencer nodded in understanding, reaching up a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “We made the arrest at eight and wrapped up around nine. Somehow, Emily convinced the pilot to leave in the middle of the night, and we were on the jet by ten. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve spent holidays in worse places, but I’d rather be here with you than in Milwaukee.”

“I will kiss Emily Prentiss on the mouth,” you told him candidly.

He raised his brows curiously, “Mhm, and what about me?”

Grinning, you pushed up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his, an amalgamation of a welcome home and a Merry Christmas kiss, but you pulled away before you could get carried away. “Merry Christmas, Spencer Reid, we have work to do,” you told him, taking on a mock seriousness as you nodded your head toward the Christmas tree, which only had a fraction of your kids’ gifts beneath it.

“Merry Christmas, darling,” Spencer reciprocated, pressing one more kiss to your lips, “Let’s get started.”

Spinning out of his grip, you found you had much more pep in your step with his arrival, beaming as the two of you went through the house as quietly as possible, gathering the gifts for the kids without rousing any suspicion. Even grabbing the playhouse from the garage didn’t seem like as much of a task with him around.

You adjusted the stockings as it neared two in the morning, Spencer returned from upstairs with the last few gifts, having changed his clothes into pajamas that neatly matched yours—a family set that was a gift from your Penelope. “They look great,” Spencer assured you, pushing his glasses up on his nose as he stood back, admiring your handiwork.

Walking backward until your back was against your chest, you tilted your head to the side, appraising the mountain of gifts beneath the tree, “Do you think we went overboard this year?” Between the gifts from Santa and the gifts from the two of you, the heap was rather intimidating.

“No,” Spencer answered, “bigger kids, bigger gifts.” He put his arms around your waist, resting his chin on top of your head, “besides, they’re good kids.”

You hummed in response, leaning into him ever so slightly. Part of you felt like Spencer was still experiencing guilt surrounding the three months he spent away from you and the kids while he was in prison. No amount of time at home or therapy would ever absolve him of that guilt, but it never hurt to try, “Hey,” you whispered up to him, “I got you something.”

He frowned down at you, “I thought we said no gifts this year?”

Scoffing, you walked over to the home office, “We say that every year and neither of us ever stick to it, so go get whatever it is you got for me.”

Spencer rolled his eyes, but even so, he made his way upstairs to where you knew a gift was hiding in his bedside table. Upon his return, he faltered at the large box you’d placed on the coffee table and held up the small box in his hands; you beamed at him as he eyed the behemoth of a present.

He handed you the smaller box, instinctively, you admired the wrapping before starting to open it, recognizing the jewelry box before you had even discarded your wrapping paper. “Oh, Spence,” you said, looking at the necklace in the box, a dainty chain with five small gemstones on it. His birthstone and yours, followed by Nell’s amethyst, Livvy’s sapphire, and Finn’s tourmaline all strung next to each other, “it’s perfect,” you told him, lightly touching the gems with your fingertips. You’d mentioned wishing you had an everyday necklace a few weeks ago while getting ready, and he must’ve been listening more attentively than you’d thought.

Finally, you had him open his gift, and he was entirely speechless as he opened the cardboard flaps. His mouth gaped as he lifted one of the books in his hand, the title and edition identical to one that had been previously ruined in your house. “Fuck,” he cursed, looking from you to the books and back again.

You shrugged, “It’s not all of them, but a pretty good amount of them. Some of those editions are proving difficult to recover, but I’ve—” You’re cut off, startled by Spencer pressing his lips to yours. “I’m still looking for some,” you said breathlessly once he pulled away.

Spencer seemed unsure of what to do with himself; you’d managed to find replacements for three-fourths of the books that had previously been burned by an accidental fire set earlier this year. The only time your marriage had ever been on the rocks was when Diana lived with you, but even then, you’d been planning this surprise. “You are…” Spencer started, uncharacteristically at a loss for words, “This is incredible,” he told you, shaking his head in disbelief, setting the book down in the box and nearly tackling you in a hug.

Laughing, you buried your face in his shoulder to muffle the sound, “I love you,” you murmured to him, his body now next to yours on the couch.

“I love you too,” he said, looking at you with glassy eyes. “Wow,” he said, sniffling, “I need to get you something else. A necklace isn’t enough,” he told you, likely already thinking of options for addendums.

You shook your head, “Trust me when I tell you that your being here is worth all of the rare books in the world to me,” you reassured him, running your fingers through his hair. Humming, you adjusted your head on the pillow, “Are you gonna fall asleep like this?”

He nodded, “If you keep playing with my hair like that. How long do you think we have until they wake up?” He asked, keeping his eyes closed while you peeked over him to check the time.

Last year, Finn had woken up the whole house on Christmas Day at four in the morning, and seeing as it was nearing three, you wondered if it was worth sleeping at all. You continued combing through Spencer’s hair, “Do you want to go upstairs?”

“This is a really great couch,” he mumbled, already falling asleep on the couch, leading you to grab the blanket that was thrown over the back and haphazardly drape it over the two of you.

Unfortunately, it felt like you’d gotten no sleep at all when you heard the first stirring upstairs, “Mommy,” Olivia called out, which would likely wake up Finn and Nell.

You got up from the couch, waking up Spencer in the process. Your poor husband, who was probably already running on little sleep, got up and folded the blanket you had been using, returning it to its home while you went upstairs to get the kids.

Livvy’s eyes went wide when she saw you come from downstairs, “Did Santa come?” She asked you, nearly bouncing with excitement.

As you expected, the door to Eleanor’s room swung open, revealing your sleep-deprived five-year-old in her rumpled pajamas, “Yes, Santa brought gifts for everyone,” you answered, ruffling her hair before going into Finn’s room, hoping to wake him gently before the voices did a less delicate job. “Hi buddy,” you whispered, looking back to see the girls gathered at the door, completely unaware that their dad was waiting for them downstairs. “Merry Christmas,” you said softly, his scrunched face not processing what you were saying, but happy to see you, nonetheless.

You picked him up from the crib and herded the girls to the stairs, letting them lead the way down while you carried the baby. Right behind them, you watched the realization dawn on their faces as soon as they caught sight of Spencer, “Daddy!” Nell shouted, leading her little sister as they ran to him.

Laughing lightly, you let a squirming Finn down, running to Spencer in the same way the girls just had. From a distance, you watched as all three of your kids entirely bypassed the gifts under the tree and on the mantle and went straight to what was more important—their father was home for Christmas.

Spencer crouched down to get Finn, and at the same time, Livvy jumped in excitement, leaving Spencer falling backward and sitting on the ground while the kids formed a less-than-graceful dog pile on the floor. You took that as your cue to join in on the festivities, kneeling on the floor next to the familial pile, uncontrollable giggles emanated from everyone involved.

You wrangled the two littles in your arms, giving each of them dozens of kisses and receiving more laughter in return as Eleanor settled down. Your eldest took her moment of alone time and laid her head on Spencer’s chest, the grin on her face overtook the rest of her face, “Best Christmas ever,” she whispered before rolling off of him, Spencer instinctively lifting his hand so she doesn’t hit her head on the leg of the coffee table.

Nellie sat up giving you a toothy grin, sticking her tongue through where she was missing a front tooth. Everyone took notice of Olivia pointing at the tree, her mouth shaped like an “o” in awe, “Can we open that one?” She asked, pointing to the largest present in the stack—which, of course, had her name on it.

“Stockings first,” Spencer said, leading to a pout from your middle child, but it was quickly wiped away when he kissed the crown of her head. Your husband got up first, taking Finn from where he was tucked into your side, and set him on his hip, “Okay, who wants their stocking?”

Everyone’s hand went up—including yours.

[bangchansgirlsblog]

hey hope ur having a great day!

could u possibly write an angst request with skz? (any member)

something along the lines of the reader having a terrible childhood and having to go through trauma and really dark days and maybe opening up to them about it?

ONLY IF UR COMFORTABLE PLZ

ig I'm asking for it is cause I'm not doing so well recently and just need to feel something lmao

hope that you're doing well, if not then a channie hug for u <33

Ready?

Warning: Angst, toxic relationship, Chan being mean.

Paring: OT8 x reader

Summary: shutting down the boys was easy but fighting her demons aka her dad was not

AN: someone requested something similar to this and I can’t seem to find the request so I just joined the two 🥺

Enjoy! 🩷

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"Y/n? You okay?" Hyunjin asked her again trying to get her out of her trance.

"Yeah-yeah," her voice is caught in a crack. The hot feeling of tears starts to build up. "I'm fine, where are the rest of the boys?" She cleared her throat and put her bag down.

"They went to get some coffee, I told them I would wait here for you. Are you sure you're okay?" He asked one last time to be certain. He could sense her vibe was off but yet again it was Y/n. She was the most mysterious yet energetic person you would come across. Oh? And she's the youngest.

"Yes I'm fine Hyun, we should head for practice. We don't want to keep the boys waiting," she gave him another comforting smile before grabbing her bag once again and making their way to the JYP building.

The walk was quiet. Her thoughts were currently running haywire as she try to peace everything together but she knew today wasn't going to be a good day. The argument she had with her father still played in her head.

"So, what do you have in your schedules today?" Hyunjin interrupted her thoughts trying to ease the tension in the air.

"I just have dance practice with you guys then I get a break and you?"

"I have a photo shoot later after practice, kinda cliché themed." Y/n giggle at this. Hyunjin gave himself a pat on the back for making her laugh.

"Well, I hope stay don't make fun of you because that'll be more memes coming out,"

"Yeah, yeah, as long as I rock the outfit no one can bring me down," he flexed his biceps earring a gag sound from the manknae.

"Hyunjin that's gross," she rolled her eyes as they both entered the studio to find the boys stretching. They all said their hello's and started their practice off.

"Y/n get your head in the game," Leeknow scolded her. She had been messing up a lot today and now that they were halfway through, she hadn't gotten anything done causing the whole group to get lost.

"I'm trying okay?" She snapped back at him. Han's neck snapped in their direction as he looked at her in disbelief.

"Don't snap at him like that, his older than you," Han joined in the scolding. Y/n was tired and frustrated now. She couldn't deal with them hopping on her back.

"Okay whatever," she walked away from the both of them and sat on the floor by her bag trying to look for her water bottle. The boys were looking at her from a far trying to figure what was bothering her today.

"Hey Y/n?" I.N finally gave in and sat besides her to check in.

"Yes I.N?" She replied in her soft tone.

"You okay? You've been messing up all day-"

That was all she needed. That little push to throw her off the edge. Her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and she stood up still facing I.N. Her anger was at a 10 and she couldn't hold it back anymore.

"I'm fine okay?! What is wrong with all of you?! Don't you see I'm trying?! Can't you leave me alone for once?! Why does it seem like whatever I do is a problem-"

"Y/n. Out. Now." Chan's loud voice shook the room quite literally. She stormed off to stand outside by the door. Trying to keep her cool but she couldn't.

"Don't you see this is a waste of time? You're a girl! You won't survive in this industry!"

"But dad I- the boys got me. We're making it-"

"Those boys will soon leave you just like your mum did. You're pathetic and a waste of space. You don't even bring anything to the table!" Her father's voice was loud through the phone.

"Why won't you let me to what I want for once?" She begged.

"Because! I spent my whole life working my butt off to provide for you and now look at you? You've basically become a stripper"

"Dad don't say that-"

"Well it's the truth."

Her father's words echoed in her ears. She felt helpless. She felt useless. She felt disgusted by herself.

"What was that?" Chan storms out the room. He was angry. It was obvious.

"Nothing-"

"What is wrong with you? What's your problem? You've been so moody all day and whenever we ask you what's wrong cause we know damn well we didn't do anything wrong, you start acting bratty,"

"Chan I was just trying to-"

"No, I don't want to hear it. You will go in there and apologize. Understood?"

"Chan! You never listen to me. Your always taking their side," she snapped at him.

"I know damn well you aren't talking to me like that. I've given you time and time again to come talk to me but you crush it off and decide to be a bitch to everyone. So don't even say I don't listen to you-"

"I'm not being a bitch, I just want to be alone,"

"Okay then be alone. Stop bringing everyone down just cause you can't deal with you problems, you better go apologize to everyone and you can head home," the tears in her eyes started to fall once he left.

Maybe she indeed was the problem. Maybe she needed to learn a way to cope with her feelings. Maybe she just needed to shut up.

She slowly took steps back into the studio and everyone turned to look at her.

"I'm sorry if I snapped at any of you, I won't do it again," her sobs were heard. They were so painful to hear that even Chan was so close to stopping her and pulling her into a hug. He felt so bad but he knew he had to stand on business.

**

At first Chan thought that maybe her silent treatment would last a day or two but it dragged and it continued to drag till it was the 1 week stamp.

He grew worried because he wasn't not just talking to him but she wasn't talk at all. She would only say hello and then continue with her day. Not even taking to managers or staff.

She would just nod or say small thanks you's or goodbyes. It was almost like the fight he had with her shit her up completely and this was eating him up.

The stress of the VMA's performance coming up and having to deal with his members made everything 10x harder to cope with.

"She hasn't been eating," Changbin informs Chan who lets out a frustrated sigh. "Should I just talk to her? Maybe that'll fix things,"

"She's so mad, she won't talk to anyone. Even I.N," this caused Han and Changbin to gasp.

"They're like bestfriends, it's like they were never separated at birth. What do you mean he won't talk to her?" Han asked.

"He came to me in tears yesterday because he attempted to get her to talk but she shut him down immediately,"

"Then you're going to have to fix this Chan. She needs you even though she hasn't said it. Maybe it's something deeper than your fight,"

"I know that for certain Hyunjin but how can I talk to her when she keeps avoiding me and walking away,"

"Just go to the gardens," Felix suggested.

Chan hadn't thought about it and quickly gave a hug to Felix who he praised for a bit and run to the gardens.

There she was. Sat feeding ducklings. She had a soft smile on her face. Her cheekbones were becoming visible because of the lack of food and the stress of the shows coming up.

"Y/n?" He said while making his way to her. She remained still and quiet. Continuing to feed the ducks.

"Can we talk please?" Silence. "Look I'm sorry. I'm getting worried and you not being able to talk to me means that there's something deeper going on. Can you talk to me please? I'll shut up and listen."

"My dad," she sat up and looked over to him. Chan in disbelief after hearing her voice after so long. "My dad wants me to go back home,"

"What? What? He can't do that. We're a team. We're your family,"

"I never told you about him because of how toxic he is Chan, he won't leave me alone until I'm home. Where he can control me."

"But your legal and your on a contract-"

"He doesn't care Chan," she looked up at him. The tears in her eyes started to pour like rain. Chan's eyes soften as he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

"I won't let him take you. Over my dead body." Was all he said as she continued to sob.

"I'm so scared. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you Oppa,"

"Shhhh. It's okay my love. It's fine. You did now."

He continued to comfort her until she could calm down. A constant apology left her mouth. Chan didn't want an apology he just wanted to protect her and he knew the only way he could talk to her was if she had calmed down.

"Have you eaten?" He asked her knowing the answer. He just didn't want to make it seem like he was tracking her consumption.

"I'm not hungry," her face was squashed against his chest making the words come out a little muffled.

"You are. You've lost so much weight. Let's go buy you some ramen and we can talk okay? How does that sound?"

"That's okay Chan. I'm ready to talk."

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Practice Makes Perfect | Chapter 4

synopsis: you and yuji have been best friends basically as long as you can remember, and you made a promise to each other to stay friends and help each other be the best versions of yourselves for your future partners. but will things change when yuji finally starts looking for a relationship?

pairing: yuji itadori (18+) x f!reader

themes/content: modern college au (characters aged up to 18+). language, fluff, angst. some suggestive language at the end. 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.0k

a/n: RAAAAAA it’s getting real lmao

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Sitting towards the back of the room, you take note of the messy black hair and all black clothes. You walk over to him with a smile on your face. “Megumi?” you question.

The boy looks up from his notes and meets your eyes. “Oh, hey, Yuji’s friend. I didn’t know you were in this class,” he says, gesturing at the seat next to him and inviting you to sit.

“I could say the same to you,” you respond, setting down your backpack and getting settled next to him. You have never been this close to Megumi before, and notice his very subtle cologne that leaves a warm and almost smokey scent hanging in the air around him.

“I’m a biology major, so it kinda makes sense I’d have to be here,” he says, turning back towards his notes. You notice a small smirk forming on one side of his mouth as he does so.

As soon as you open your mouth to reply, your professor waltzes in at the front of the lecture hall, her heels softly clacking against the wood floor and the room falls quiet except for her voice. You and Megumi sit in silence for the rest of the class as you furiously scribble in your notes, trying to keep up with what Dr. Ieiri is lecturing on. Halfway into the class you glance over at Megumi’s notes and see he’s just…doodling? His page is full of drawings, from dogs to birds and frogs, covering the lined paper in front of him. He notices you staring and glances up at you out of the corner of his eye before turning his attention back to the paper. His drawing style suddenly shifts as he sketches a new shape. You watch him, mesmerized, as you realize he’s drawing…you?

Dr. Ieiri seems to end abruptly as she dismisses everyone, but you stay seated, waiting for Megumi to finish up his work. He tears the page out of his notebook and hands it to you without a word before putting everything on his desk into his backpack. You begin to pack up, unsure of what to say. After all, nobody has ever drawn you before - are you supposed to thank him? Should you give it back? In a panic, you stutter, “U-um, I’m going to go study at the library, if you want to come with me?”

Megumi glances up at you and softly responds, “Sure,” before tossing his backpack over his shoulder.

–

The two of you find a quiet table in the back corner of the library, dimly lit from the overhead lights and warm afternoon sun pooling in from a nearby window. You get started on your work quietly until Megumi clears his throat. “So, you never answered why you’re in Dr. Ieiri’s class,” he invites.

“Well, I’m an engineering major, but I’m still not sure what kind I want to be yet, so I have to take all these classes that are supposed to help me figure it out, and biology is one of them,” you explain. Megumi nods in response, before you continue, “I know I like to work with my hands, but I also like to think about problems before I have to solve them, which makes it hard to decide on a path. I know I don’t like computers, but I do love math. And I really didn’t expect to like Dr. Ieiri’s class as much as I do, so now I’m not sure,” you trail off. You pause for a moment, hoping you weren’t rambling. “You said you’re a bio major, right? Why’d you choose that? Also, I didn’t see you in her class last week, but we had definitely already met at Yuji’s, and you weren’t really paying attention today-” you stop yourself, realizing you were definitely rambling this time.

Megumi looks down. “Yeah I’m um…I’m actually retaking this class, so I kind of know it already.” You wait for him to continue. “Last fall my sister got really sick. Well, she got more sick, I guess. I had to take some time off to take care of her, so I ended up failing Dr. Ieiri’s class the first time I took it. I was gone last week because my sister was supposed to have this really big surgery and I wanted to be there for her, but they ended up postponing it, so I just stayed at the hospital with her for the rest of the week. She’s actually the reason I’m a bio major - I want to be a doctor so I can help people like her. It’s not fair what happened, and I want to make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else.” He stops, realizing his hands had formed into fists as he was talking. His body relaxes and he shrugs, trying to ease some of the weight from the information he had just shared with you.

“I think it’s really sweet that you care about your sister so much,” you say. “It sounds like she is really important to you.” Megumi nods, still not looking up from the table. Unsure what else to say, you reach a hand out to touch his shoulder, hoping it provides some comfort. He leans into your touch, resting his cheek on the top of your hand. The feeling of his hair brushing against your arm gives you the ever-familiar butterflies and you try not to visibly blush. The two of you stay like that for a moment, comfortable in the silence, before you hear your phone buzz in your pocket. Megumi lifts his head up so you can use your hand to answer it, and he slowly gets back to work as you pull your phone out and look at it.

Incoming call: “YuYu”

You smile at the nickname he put in your phone for you when he first gave you his number back in highschool. You answer it and hold the phone up to your ear.

“Hey! Sorry I keep calling you randomly, but I have a bit of an emergency. But, this time it’s a good emergency, I promise. Remember that date I was supposed to have tonight? Turns out she can’t go anymore, but I already have a reservation at this new sushi place I have been dying to try, and I knowwwww you love sushi,” he says, and you can practically hear his smile through the phone. “I already know you’re going to say yes, so I’ll meet you at your place at 6:00 and we can walk over together. Oh, and it’s kind of fancy but not too fancy, but don’t worry about it too much! Okay great, I’ll see you then!” he finishes before hanging up.

You didn’t even get a word in for that entire conversation, but it looks like you now have plans tonight. Glancing at your now unlocked phone screen, you realize it’s already almost 5:00. “Shit,” you mutter under your breath. “I’m sorry Megumi, but I have to go,” you say, turning your attention back to the boy across from you.

“No worries,” he says with a soft smile. “This was really nice, we should study again sometime. Here, let me give you my number.” He holds his hand out for your phone and you give it to him, watching him put in his contact information before handing it back to you. You collect your study materials and wave at him as you walk out of the library.

–

When you arrive at the restaurant, you are shocked by Yuji’s definition of “kind of fancy.” The place is absolutely gorgeous, with natural wood and stone forming high ceilings, small fountains and mini waterfalls creating a soothing ambiance as the water collects in a river that winds throughout the restaurant. You walk over small bridges that decorate the interior to reach your table, surrounded by plants that provide some natural privacy. You felt slightly out of place despite wearing your nicest dress and heels, especially compared to Yuji in his black slacks and sport coat. You have to admit, though, the boy does clean up nicely.

Without getting a chance to even look at the menu, Yuji orders for both of you when the server returns. You gently smack his arm from across the table. “Hey, why did you do that? How could you assume what I wanted?” you ask playfully.

“I told you, I know you,” he shrugs. “Besides, dinner is on me since I dragged you out here last-minute. There’s some stuff I’ve been wanting to try ever since this place opened, and I got some things you’ll like, too,” he explains through a toothy grin.

“How generous, getting me things I’ll actually like,” you smirk, rolling your eyes. “Speaking of ‘dragging me here,’ what happened with your date?” you ask, trying to hide any remnants of jealousy.

“Oh, she just had something come up with a friend, but we rescheduled for next week. Plus, after the last practice date kind of went to shit, I figured it would be nice to actually get used to this place before the real-deal,” he says nonchalantly.

For some reason, his words sting more than you expect. Referring to this girl as the real-deal means that he must think you’re less than her, less deserving of his time or energy or-

Your thoughts cut off as an enormous pile of food gets set down on your table. There seems to be everything from nigiri to sashimi and tempura, all of it looking mouth-wateringly good. Yuji thanks the server and immediately starts digging in. Your stomach growls involuntarily and you’re forced to push your thoughts aside as you take a bite.

“Oh, my god,” you practically groan through the rice. “This is insane.”

“Right?” Yuji agrees, his cheeks puffed out from being so full of food.

The two of you eat in silence, savoring the combination of flavors in front of you, until Yuji pulls his phone out of his pocket. He smiles down at it and starts typing a message, and you can almost feel your blood boil. In an attempt to defuse your emotions you glance down at your phone, which unlocks to the recent contact page with Megumi’s information open on it. What the hell you think, typing out a message to send to him.

You: “hey Megumi, thanks for hanging out today, it was really nice”

Your phone buzzes almost immediately.

Megumi: “If this is who I think it is, I agree. Are you free tomorrow? There’s a new cafe off campus that’s really cozy, and I have some exams next week I need to study for. I’d love to see you”

The message makes you feel warm inside - he would love to see you? Of course you have to say yes.

You: “i’m free, how’s 11:00 sound? meet at your place?”

He ‘love’ reacts your message, which you take as affirmation of your plans. You put your phone back into your purse and look back up to see Yuji still smiling down at his phone. “Hey, it’s rude to be on your phone at the table,” you tease, but it comes out more irritated than you intended.

“Sorry, Nobara just said something funny and-” he cuts off, looking up at you realizing he had never told you the name of the girl he actually had feelings for, even though you already knew from seeing her name on his phone this morning.

“Oh, so is this ‘Nobara’ the one you were supposed to take out tonight?” you ask slyly. Yuji just nods blankly, trying to read your facial expressions. “Well, she must be quite special then,” you respond, desperately attempting to shove down any lingering jealousy as you maintain eye contact. “I actually have a date tomorrow, too,” you continue, not looking away from him. He cocks his head to the side, waiting for you to continue and taking another huge bite from the dwindling pile of food between you. “Speaking of which, I actually was hoping to get some practice too…” you trail off. “I want to suck your cock.”

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[residentialsinyomakai]

My Thoughts/Kind of a Summary on "Katie's Yokai Butler"

This will all be from memory, so I apologize if some things are off, out of order, or otherwise incorrect `~` Edit Yomo here! I watched it about halfway through this but i have an awful memory ahhh! Anyways, screenshots n stuff might be included now! This'll basically be somewhat of a summary as well as a few observations I've made. Also, I'll be using the English names for characters! Keita is Nate, Fumi-chan is Katie, Warunyan is Baddinyan, so on so forth—☆

[SPOILERS AHEAD OBVIIIII]

The alternative timeline in summary is basically if Katie had gotten the yokai watch instead of Nate. It's first (and last) anime mention to my knowledge is in the Season One episode "Katie's Yokai Butler" if my memory served correctly! The episode follows Whisper through his 'dream' in what is presumed to be a look into the alternate Whisper's life. After a little argument with Nate about his messy room, Whisp cream goes to bed upset. He first wakes up to the smell of roses, and quickly realizes he isn't where he should be. (Probably bc Nate's room smells like cheeto puffs/j) He looks around to find himself in Katie's room. ( ＞Д＜；)

This brings us to the first major difference in this timeline; it takes place in Katie's house obviously! Makes sense since she got the watch instead of Nate >u○ Her room is a lot cleaner, and even appears to be more spacious than her male counterpart. That aside, Katie comes upstairs at some point to wake Whisper, to which he responds with confusion as to where he is and how she can see her. To this universe's Katie, she thinks he's acting strange. She pinches him upon request to make sure he's not dreaming, to which he didn't wake up. That confirms that!

(*￣∇￣)ノ

After a bit, Katie returns back downstairs when she hears her father calling her. This leads Whisper to wonder about another difference; the inclusion of Baddinyan. Besides the obvious fact of it not being Jibanyan, this also means Katie is probably going to interact with other yokai in a rather different manner than Nate! I say that because Nate met Roughraff in Season 1, Episode 3. He didn't even get Baddinyan's medal! (which sucks because that's one of my favorite yokai! Goofy little cat,,, °□°)

Baddinyan's first appearance in the episode 💞🐛👾

If we're talking on all timeline differences—not just the ones in Katie's house—then the meeting with Roughraff might be a good point to bring up. Considering the fusion was involuntary in Nate's timeline, what happened in Katie's? Did they decide to stay fused after that for whatever reason, did Katie fuse them at a place like shonen temple (which doesn't exist in the anime I think >~>), or did something happen pre-canon for them to have became friends and fuse? Sometimes, a fusion can be in the same place as the yokai that fused them in the anime due to certain yokai like Baddinyan forming a separate consciousness from either original host ( 〃=▽=〃) (I probably sound like a huge dweeb rn </33) Maybe Katie said something to the newly existent Baddinyan to make him give her the medal, and thus hanging around her from now on!

After some vague threats at fighting Whisper from Baddinyan, the yokai butler in question wonders about who replaced Hidabat in the closet. He goes to open it leading us into our next difference; Shadow Venoct. There isn't much from me to say about this one to be honest, he doesn't have any lines except for maybe the hissing of his snake-scarf thingies hissing at Whisper (¤o¤|||. I've noticed that a lot of Katie's friends seem to be more powerful, or at least a higher rank than Nate's. [Ex: Shadow Venoct being S Rank, Baddinyan being B Rank, and another S Rank we'll get into later—!♡]

Sometime after that, Katie calls Whisper down to help her investigate the strange way her mother was acting. Whisper attempts to use the Yokai Pad to identify the yokai...although Katie swipes it away just as quickly. <°[O□o;]°> She says that Whisper (or this timeline's original version of...) promised to try and memorize the information instead. It seems un-Whisper like, but to be fair, alternate Whisper probably formed a different dynamic than the usual! She identifies the yokai with the watch, to which Whisper (discreetly uses the pad and) figures out it's Noway!

To deal with him, Katie said that she'd summon a special rare friend. This turns out to be Robonyan's timeline counterpart; Goldenyan! Upon asking the golden robot cat for help, he says that this was 'beneath' his capabilities and basically that his power shouldn't be wasted on it...; ￣Д￣ Anyways, he leaves to the future and the episode ends with Katie using Whisper as a special attack against Noway, much to his dismay >u<. Oh, and it's revealed here that Whisper was dreaming.

Although it may have been a "dream", I'm 99% sure that was a plot device to not have to script in 'Whisper going to another universe!!' to the episode and how he eventually gets back. I personally believe it would be cool to see a spin-off dedicated to something like this! There's Nyanderful Days I guesssss but that doesn't really count cuz it just has Whisper and Jibanyan and it's just inserting Katie into the og series plot (￢_￢) There's a lot of potential, and I'm sure viewers over here in the west and Japan would be happy to see our girl the the spotlight for once wwwwww. Maybe it'd also be an opportunity to have McKraken put into the anime? Hint hint? That, as well as several yokai who might not have been seen by Nate due to him going different places as Katie, hanging out with different people, etc! Anyways, that's all for now!

[thelovelylolly]

can you write 23,35 and 28 with robin buckley

Late Night

Summary: Robin can't sleep, you can't sleep, so you two talk until you both can. Warnings: established relationship but reader and robin have different rooms, fluff (let me know if missed anything ofc :)) Word Count: 523 Notes: maya hawke has a chokehold on me (and thank u for the request love!)

You were tossing and turning in your sheets, purposely ignoring the red numbers on your alarm clock that were taunting you. You had stayed up longer than you wanted, catching up on some reading and telling yourself "one more chapter" until it was nearly midnight. Now, your body wouldn't let you fall asleep and it was well past 1 a.m.

You heard your roommate and girlfriend, Robin, open her door and try to quietly shut it. Her door was very squeaky, so it wasn't going to be quiet. Then, you heard some shuffling around outside your door before she carefully opened it.

It was dark, but you could make out her face as she peaked in.

"Hey," you said, sitting up in your bed and letting your covers pool into your lap.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," she quickly replied.

"It's okay. I couldn't sleep," you answered, moving over so there was room on your bed for her and laying down. You lifted the covers on the now empty side as you asked, "you wanna come in?"

Robin nodded wordlessly and walked in, shutting the door behind her. She laid down next to you, facing you and settling in under the covers.

"What are you doing up?" You asked quietly since you two were very close.

"Just...overthinking, I guess."

"About what?"

You lifted your hand up to gently play with her hair, letting a few beats of silence pass.

"Us," she answered quietly. "N-not in a bad way! I...I've just been thinking about us and our relationship. How we've grown and changed. How I've grown and changed. You've made me feel comfortable with myself, which has led me to do some awesome things that I never thought I'd be able to do."

You smiled at her softly, waiting for a moment before moving your hand from her hair to cup her cheek. "And I am so proud of you for that."

She smiled back at you, blush dusting her cheeks. "But you've grown, too. It wasn't all me."

You nodded. "But it was because of you, Rob. You've shown me so many things, you've taught me so many things. I've become a better person because of you. I'm better when I'm with you."

You two stayed like that for a few moments, smiling at each other and letting the other's words sink in. Then, a yawn escaped your lips. Robin yawned soon after.

"We should get some sleep," she said halfway through a yawn.

"We should," you replied, a sleepy smile pulling at your lips.

You shifted around and wrapped your arms around Robin, pulling her closer so she was laying halfway on you. She wrapped her arms around you and hooked one of her legs around yours. You pressed a kiss to the top off her head as you listened to her breathing quickly even out.

"I love you," you murmured, knowing she wasn't going to hear it. You wanted to say it aloud anyway, to put it out into the universe at least.

With a smile on your face, you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

[tmwcs]

hi hi! i hope ur doing well, i dropped by here to ask if you can write a drabble where like a rare event happened and heelel went to the mortal world to like idk have fun go to theme parks and sum and then he spots like a woman who looks like realena but not entirely. He sees her from like her behind or her back and comes up 2 her and flirts w/ her but her bf is like there like 🤨 and thats all my brain let me produce, i would LOVE for u to write abt this, ily stay safe and keep healthy eat ur meals! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

”Like a Sore Thumb.”

This one has two versions of y/n. One on earth that resembles the y/n that Devil!HS is in love with. This is not canon.

Warnings: shameless flirting, deceiving, mentions of non-con acts, yandere theme, mentions/implications of non-con acts used as a form of punishment and or to express love, mentions of forced breeding, creampie (implied), human rights violation, reader is kept against her will, imprisonment. MDNI 18+.

What an exciting day it was for you and your boyfriend! The new theme park had just opened, and the day couldn’t be any more lovely for the occasion, which is why you adorned his favorite sun dress, paired with tastefully subtle heeled shoes. You bloomed like the flowers of spring.

“We should go check out the Ferris wheel after we get a cotton candy ball.”

You were eager to taste the massive fluff of cotton candy, as evident by your prolonged stare at the food vendor that served it. “Let’s go stand in line then.” Your boyfriend mentions, jovially taking you by the hand in seeing your smile. You both wait in line, it was so long, but you knew it would be worth the wait. The temperature grew hotter, and you both started to feel thirsty. “Do you mind standing in line while I get us some waters?” He mentions, and you shook your head as you pull him in to kiss his cheek. “Not at all. I’ll be here.”

He delicately shakes your hand before heading off, and as you promised, you wait in line. It felt as if the line was barely moving, what with the vendor taking time to create each cotton candy stick, you knew that it would be a while before you’d get to the front. But no matter. This was part of the experience, so you continued to wait, picking your nails as you stood motionless.

…………………

“What a pretty flower.”

you heard a deep voice emerge from behind, and furrowed your brows together in confusion. Did someone just call you a flower? for a split second, you thought it was your boyfriend being sneaky, yet the very moment you turned halfway, you come face to face with a dashing figure. The man was tall, had dark hair, and was dressed all in black. It was strange, he looked so poised and clean, as if the heat was not affecting him, despite wearing trousers, a button up with a black trench coat. His hair was somewhat smoothed over to the side, partially revealing his forehead; and his face…it was devilishly handsome. Too handsome in fact.

he just stood there, smirking at you. You felt the blood rush through to your cheeks as the heat of blush takes over. God, you hope he didn’t notice.

“I-I’m sorry? Were you speaking to me?” You soundlessly spoke, almost too scared to say anything really, the man’s looks was more than just attractive, it was intimidating.

“oh yeah.”

his response was simple and yet, it caused your heartbeat to rise. “Oh yeah”?? What sort of answer is that? You couldn’t help but become more curious about the man who continued to stare down at you.

“I’m sorry…do I know you?” You were confused by his behavior, despite him being the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on, you had a feeling in your gut that proposed a level of uneasiness as the man continued to scan your face with his eyes, looking as if he had seen you before.

“no.”

You internally huffed at his naught response. Clearly he didn’t care to elaborate, which sent signals that the man may have been a creep. Nonetheless, you did your best to be polite and to shoo him away. God only knows you didn’t want to make him mad, because even though he was handsome, there was a glint of subtleness in the form of chaos and malice in his eye.

“oh I’m sorry. I have to meet with my boyfriend, please excuse me.”

“Try harder.”

“excuse me?”

He chuckles aloud, revealing a toothy grin. You had to admit, it only made him more attractive to see a dashing smile to go with his aura. He speaks lowly, in a very deep tone, one that nearly made you collapse.

“I said try harder.” He takes a pause to bite down on his lip, furthering that uneasy ball that was forming inside. “That lie about meeting with your boyfriend, it ain’t it. If you really wanna lie to get your way out of things, you need to…” leaning in, he raises a hand and gently pinches your strands in between his fingers. Rubbing them softly together, he takes in the softness before looking back into your eyes, deeply…closely…and intimately. Whispering, he finishes his remark, his breath grazing your skin. “Try harder.”

you couldn’t think, breathe, or speak. You stood there nearly zoned out in his gaze. He spoke out once more, snapping you out of it. “Go ahead, try. I’m giving you a second chance….pretty.”

you gulped as you took him up on his offer. “I’m not interested…sorry.”

smirking once more, he narrows his eyes and whispers “good girl.” His hand drifts over, his finger traces your jawline until it levels at the center of your chin. From there, you felt the cold tip of his index drag downward, along the center of your throat, in between your collar bones, and right down at the center of the faint cleavage exposed from the scoop neck of your dress. It was enough to make your heart stop beating.

“y/n?”

you blink and widen your eyes as you hear your boyfriend from behind the unknown man. You slightly tilt your head to the side and watch as your boyfriend witnesses the man taking in the feel of your skin.

“oh…um..” you stutter, yet was cut off when the man injects his smooth tone, as he turns his face to reveal his side profile. “The boyfriend.”

you watched as your boyfriend stood, rather frozen. It was apparent that he too sensed the intimidating flow of the man’s aura. Not to mention that a faint switch in his gaze caused his rather handsome face to look more frightening than anything. The man turns back to you, and cups your cheek as he bids you farewell, all the while his thumb strokes in side motions, just above your cheekbone.

“Didn’t mean to disturb your date, you just look like someone I know….someone very dear to me. It’s a shame she can’t be here to show you the resemblance….” He sucks the air through his teeth and formulates a “tsk” sound as he finishes his statement…a statement that sent shivers down to your spine. “But she was a bad girl, so I had to lock her up for a while. That’s okay though…you’ll eventually know how to use that face.”

“U-use…my face?”

“mmhmm.” His thumb continues to stroke your cheek, your boyfriend stood uncomfortably and irritated, yet he was uncomfortable to say anything after receiving what looked to be a death glare from the man in black.

“I…I um…I don’t understand.” Confused, you took in his gaze as you broke the awkward silence.

“well…I can show you.” He leans his face closer…too close. You winced your eyes shut before feeling his breath coat your lips as he spoke. “Tell me….what you want, preeeeeeetty…”

you flutter your lids as you re-open your eyes. “Umm….I don’t know…”

“yeeeees you do….tell me what you want.”

“Um…well…” You peer your gaze off to the side at the cotton candy truck. His chuckle instantly caused you to look back at him, when out of nowhere he raises his other hand. In between his cold fingers, was a long stick with a giant ball of cotton candy, in the flavor you wanted to order.

“h-how—“

“Learn how to use your face.” He smiles as he presents the cotton candy to you. As soon as you took it out of his hand, he peers off to your side, taking a grab on your upper arm and squeezes as he passes through. The very second he was no longer in your sight, you turned to reach out, yet….

“where did he go?….he…he was just here….”

your boyfriend was also flabbergasted as the man disappeared in a blink of an eye. He walks over to you and hands you a bottle of water.

“um…y/n?”

“oh…I’m sorry babe….I…I don’t know who that was but….”

“never mind. Since….I mean now that you have this giant ball of cotton candy….I guess we don’t have to stand in line. Let’s go to the Ferris wheel.”

“okay.”

you both walked off and enjoyed the rest of the day. Throughout your entire visit at the theme park, the man’s words replayed in your head. “Learn to use your face.”

………………………….

The chiming sound of the chains cling together as you remain immobile on the grand bedding. Under the watchful eyes of dual dragons, you lay resting, knowing that you the possibility of you staying locked and chained would be likely. Guess you messed up big time, angering him, all by going against his wishes and continuously begging to go back to the life you once had. For days and days, you tested and pushed his patience out the window as you snapped and yelled, demanding to either be killed or to be released. He stood, not saying anything. Instead, he glared heavily and performed physical acts that left you sore in between your thighs. Who would have thought that out of all the scum you knew on Earth…the Senator, and his shallow followers, it would be the Devil, your own husband, to sexually assault you…all in the name of his insatiable “love” for you. Was it really love? Or was it madness? Or maybe…both.

the way he plunged deep inside, pinning your wrists down on the silk threaded sheets, thrusting, pulling, burying and seeping his essence inside of you as he whispered how much you hurt him with your careless words. He locked, bit, and sucked on every part of you. The marks are still there, they’re everywhere…you looked as if you were recovering from some sort of disease as the coloring scheme of purple, red, and pink adorns your nude body. And his words….the words that replay in your head over and over again….they won’t leave you alone. You could still feel the warm breath of his whispers penetrating your ears….

“don’t ever talk like that….you stay…you will stay…and be here with me….forever. My wife….my queen….I need my queen…I need you so much.”

……..

you shutter as you recall his sickening words were followed by his grunt as he released deep inside your crevice….forever reminding you of the fear you could not escape from…the fear of being forced to carry and birth the offspring of this monster…this demon…the devil.

you begin to sob quietly when you hear the calm footsteps of pure leather shoes meeting the marbled flooring.

“crying?” His voice was calm and smooth. Too smooth. Your body shivers as you hear him approach closer. Why can’t he just let you leave? It had been weeks since he brought you to Hell, and already you were going out of your mind with being stuck, forever under his gaze and nude. He wouldn’t even let you wear anything, always claiming that he wanted to take in everything about you before he drapes fine silk and chiffon on your body.

Your mind snaps back to the reality of the situation as you feel him take a seat by your side on the bed. The dip of the weight causes you to look his way and watch him sit while being finely dressed in black. His trench coat was light, and draped over the side of the bed as he crosses his legs and arms. His back leaned against the golden headboard while his eyes fixate on you.

“please….what am I supposed to do? I…I can’t live like this…..I just want to go..to go home.” You tearfully jut out as you cross your arms to cover your breasts. He tilts his head and peers a narrowed gaze your way with an expectant look.

“didn’t we learn anything the last two days? I guess you need more time to think about your wrongs.”

just as he was about to stand and leave you alone, you reach for him. It didn’t make sense to you, but somehow, even though you despised being here and was upset with his selfishness in keeping you, somehow….you found yourself not wanting to be alone. Perhaps it was from all the numerous punishments; being restrained and kept from contacting anyone for a long period of time really messed with your brain. Somehow, you became dependent on him, yearning for comfort and social interaction as the thought of your stay being prolonged in this glorified prison was too much to bare.

“please! Please! I promise I’ll be good. I don’t want to be alone anymore….please just…anywhere but here….I don’t want this….anything but this…..”

delighted that you had a change of heart and that you were begging for him to stay, the Devil’s heart softens. The one thing that makes him happy, was your love for him….your dependence on him….you yearning to be with him just as much as he wants to be with you. Slowly, you weee getting there.

“did you learn your lesson?”

“yes! Yes!”

“Good girl.” Snapping his fingers, the chains disintegrate and you gain mobility. You look up at him with pleads of mercy in your eyes, and he returns a look of reassurance and satisfaction.

“y-you’re not mad anymore?” You quietly stutter, desperately trying to confirm that he had forgiven you.

Shaking his head, he cradles your waistline and pulls you in. Reaching up, he taps the tip of your nose as he smirks. “Of course not. If you say you’ll be good, I’m going to trust you.”

He eyes you up and down as he takes your hand and forces you to run your fingers through his hair.

“don’t I always tell you? I’ll do anything for you…for that face. All you gotta do is use it.”

[littlestardude]

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Marjorine taking care of a high reader and Kenny! || Oneshot || Kenjorine x Reader (Kenny x Marjorine x Reader)

✰ - SFW - ✰

Plot: Marjie taking care of a toasted Reader and a toasted Kenny :3

Note: RAHHHHHHH I LOBE KENJORINEEEEEE‼️‼️‼️ i am SO normal about them :33 and POV from marjie, and sorry it's short wahhhg 😔😔 also here's the ask it came from!

TW:Drugs (weed)

Gender: Gen Neutral

Marhirie... Can u cowme over to my hosue pelalse bb :((( we miss youue , kennys heree.

Sent at 11:38 PM

Marjorine's screen lit up at the message, it was late and there was only two people who would think to text her at 11:38 PM. Her partners.

She sighed lightly and laughed at the misspelled message, she could tell that they were high.

I'll be there in 10 :3

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She packed her bag with some clothes because she was sure she'd end up staying, some water and snacks, and some medicine. And maybe some face masks too... Yes, face masks.

Right before she picked up her phone to put it in her pocket it buzzed and lit up again.

Can you brignsn mcdonals too pleasese ty ily I'll pay u back I prommy :((

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She rolled her eyes playfully and picked up her phone and wallet.

Knock knock

Marjorine shifted uncomfortably while holding the bags of hot food. She waited for a little bit and started daydreaming but snapped back to reality at the door opening

"Marjieeeeee, hi babyyyyy" Y/N said in a sing-songy voice and took the bags of food out of her hands and see them on the dining table.

They wrapped their arms around her neck and gave her plenty of kisses, they reeked of weed.

"Hey sweetie, do you feel okay? " Marj asked a bit worryingly.

"I'm fuckin.. Great, I'm sooo happy you're here honey... " They kissed her on her lips sloppily, tasting of weed.

Kenny stumbled out of the room, almost falling over and grabbed onto the wall, he looked over at the two of them and his eyes lit up.

"Marjiee!! Babyyyy, hiiii, " he stumbled on over and wrapped his own arms over her neck and gave her plenty of kisses as well.

"You look so prettyyyy honeyyyy... I love youu, " he hugged her tightly, and then hugged Y/N as well.

Marjorine hugged them back and slowly started walking them to the dinner table to sit down.

"Come on now, let's just sit down and eat something, okay? " she said as she started taking the food out of the bags.

Kenny and Y/N started giggling slightly and nodded their heads lazily. They both laid their heads down on the table and held hands.

Marjorine took the water out of her bag so they could get hydrated and had something to drink with their meal.

They thanked her and took their food and ate like the last time they ate was two Tuesdays ago. Marjorine was only halfway done when the other two we're done.

She'd say she was surprised but really wasn't considering the two of her partners could really throw down when they were high.

They waited while Marjorine finished her food, and then swiftly after, Kenny dragged the other two to Y/N's bedroom.

You would think his eagerness stemmed from horniness, but he really just wanted to lay down and cuddle with his partners.

They laid down comfortably with Marjorine in the middle, and the other two thanked her profusely for the McDonalds.

"We love you so much... You're the best thing that could ever happen to anyone, Marjie... " Y/N said, slightly slurring their words and slowly coming down from their high.

"Yeah, you're so amazing Mar, we love you more than words could ever describe, " Kenny added on, kissing Marjorine on the cheek.

Marjorine was practically a melted puddle in the middle of the two, she nervously rubbed her knuckles together, "Oh jeez guys... Well, I love you two too... "

Kenny and Y/N followed with more kisses on her cheeks.

"Oh, I brought face masks by the way! " Marjorine said eagerly.

Kenny and Y/N grinned at her excitement, she really was an amazing girl.

[tiredlilguy]

I was intrigued when I saw that ur reqs r open.... and u take nijisanji EN request ?? count me in xsoleil x ghost!reader.... that haunts the building, and the reason is.... "why not". can be teasing and joking but thats up to u :3, prefered HC or scenario........ ty ty

OH MY GOD A.DLSKFJA;LSDKFJ;ASLDKFJ;ALDSKFJ TYSM FOR REQUESTING NIJIEN >:D IM SO HAPPIIIIII. i did small hc's and scenario's... so i hope you enjoy

pairing(s): Xsoleil (separately) X GN!Ghost!Reader platonic/romantic up to interpretation cw: N/A, not proofread desc: they all decide to go to an abandoned building to see if they find any ghosts. they do, but it just so happens to be you. you haunt them, but they have their own ways of reacting to it

Doppio:

pio-chan gives me the energy that he would try to play cards with you

Like magic tricks… idk, I can just see it

At first he kinda scream in your face but when he realizes what you’re true intentions are he tries to be chill

He would probably be trying to exorcise you in his head though

He thinks magic tricks are going to exorcise you… it’s ok, let him cook

Maybe it does in the end, and then halfway through finds himself kind of sad that he can’t show you his magic tricks anymore

Crossing his arms, Doppio felt himself grin as he switched the cards out from behind his back. You watched curiously, not seeing him switch the cards. Soon enough, he pulls out your card:

An ace.

“ Is this your card?!,” he says excitedly. You nod and clap your hands as he prides himself on his winnings (even though he cheated). You start to fade away before his very eyes. Doppio now stares at where you were kneeling across from him. He frowns as he feels a little empty inside, now that you’re gone, but at least the exorcism worked.

Hex:

tries to flirt with you

Thinks his rizz with exorcise you, but in reality it just makes you feel flustered, so you disappear so that he doesn’t have to see you embarrassed

I can see him not getting scared upon seeing you, and noticing that you were just haunting the school because you wanted to

Flirts you to death

“ Are you a ghost? Because you’re drop dead gorgeous,” he finger guns at you with a wink. You were flushed at his comment, replying by looking down nervously. You notice him eyeing you up and down,” Damn babe, you’ve got a killer body… and I’m here with a death wish.”

Soon enough you’re way too flustered to be staying there. As you felt heat reach to you face, like it never does, you fade away. However, not because he exorcised you, but because he made you feel embarrassed. Hex watched as you faded away and frowned,” Still had more pick-up lines, but ok.”

Kotoka:

she wants to get to know you

You’re so cool!

I can see her complimenting you

She would also embarrass you somehow into fading away, no she did not exercise you

She just probably showers you with compliments so much that you fade away

“ Woah! There’s a real ghost!,” she jumps up, running over to you. You back away, despite knowing that she actually can’t touch you. “ Here, let’s take a photo!,” Kotoka smiles, pulling out her phone and posing with you. You hold up two piece signs. The picture gets taken and she shows it to you, you nodded in approval.

“ You’re so cool! I really like your outfit,” she smiles,” Is that what you died in?” You nod in response. Before she can compliment you again, however, you wave at her as you fade away to run off somewhere else.

Meloco:

she’s the one who’s actually trying to exercise you

Though upon meeting first, she tries to throw a chair at you

Which fails because it goes right through you

After that, she starts screaming and begins exorcising you

She’s unsuccessful though because she keeps stuttering

“ Y-you who h-h-haunt this p-place in the name of the L-Lord!!!,” she says as she holds up a cross at you. You look at her curiously as she continues to chant. “ B-b-begone at once!,” Meloco waves the cross in the air exasperated. You raised a brow, looking at her confused.

“ Ah damnit!,” she gives up, throwing the cross at you. Well… through you.

Ver:

is genuinely curious to know where you came from

He’s pretty level-headed though

I can see him somehow making you cry by asking you about your past

So you fade away :(

But you knew he was just trying to be nice, so you left him a little note

“ So where did you come from, oh gosh?,” Ver looks at you curiously. Since you can’t speak, you shrug your shoulders. “ Did you die happy?” You nod. “ Do you miss the people you used to live with?” You nod. However, tears start to well up in your eyes. Before he can ask another question, you fade away.

However, where you stood, there’s a little note:

“ Thank you for being nice.”

[regularme12]

Terrick tickles

A/N: I'm making this bc the last episode hurt me sm, and I can't see them NOT getting tgt😫. Sry if some of the words are misspelled, I have acrylics on and it's hard to type with 😭.

Summary: Trevor and Derrick finally gets some alone time from the other campers, and Crystal. So what better way to spend it with some good ol' bonding.

Trevor and Derrick both sat in the tent awkwardly, nothing to say, nothing to do, totally bored out of their fucking mind. But the silence was soon broken when Trevor spoke, but then cut off by Derrick.

"So-" Trevor.

"Any-" Derrick.

They both looked at each other, than laughed awkwardly. "Hahah, sry, u can go, Trev."

"Hahaha, so anyways, what do u wanna do? Now that Crystal is hosting another game." This couldn't get any more weirder Trevor was thinking. He loves Derrick so fucking much, he j wants to lean in and kiss them soft... delicate... lips- WAIT! What was he even thinking?! Derrick's probably not even into him, let alone gay! But still, that's all he was thinking about...

"Idrk, man. Wish Crystal was here, then we'd have a blast, huh?" Derrick thought out loud. But that only made Trevor sad that his lover don't even think he was fun at all, just a stick in the mud.

"Oh, u really want her here, I assume."

Derrick looked at the taller one with confusion written all over his face. "He seems sad abt that." the shorter one thought. Then he looked down to Trev's clothes, and saw a thread hanging from his everyday wear. Then he decided to pull up, but he pinched so close to his side that it made Trevor jump and swing to the other side. "Woah, what was that?!" And it was clear that the latter looked super embarrassed, his face was tomato red, and his eyes would pop out any second.

"It-It was nothing."

Ans wiyh the cherry on top, Derrick had a sly smirk and he kept invhing forward. "Is someone..."

"No! Don't come any closer Derrick, I'm warning u..."

He kept going, "...ticklish?" Then that's when he struck. He jumped on his friend, pinning him down, kneading the latter's hips.

"Gajahhah, Derrick, nohohoho!!!" He kept writjering away, to no avail.

"Awww, is the lil Trevor tickwish on his hips???"

"Dohohohn't talk in that vohohohoice, Derrick!! Ahahahah!!!"

Trevor then moved on to his ribs, digging his thumbs in and moving them around. "Come on Trevor, don't tell me teasing gets you all riled up."

"Ihihit DohohoEsN'T!! Ihihi just, Ihihihi DON'T KNOW!! DERRICK NOT THEHEHEHEERRE!!" He started arching his back and falling on the ground.

"Wowww, your armpits are heavily ticklish, huh? You want me to stay here? Or go somehwere else?~" Derrick is circling the outside of his armpits, keeping him in suspense while he was thinking of the answer.

"Gohoho somewhere elehehehse, please..." Trev started fidigting with his fingers, while lightly giggling.

Derrick started staring at his lee's teary eyes, red cheeks, and his sweaty face. No way he's getting turned on... is he?

His trance was broken when Trevor spoke up, "Uh, Derrick?" Trev's eyes were halfway open, and halfway shut. He was kinda squinting, but not really.

"Oh. Sorry, here let me go... to this spot. Your belly button." He lightly traced his finger nail down the sweaty body and dug into his navel.

"AH!! Deheheherrrick!! Gahahahah!!" Trevor wiggled side to side, but made no effort to acctually stop.

"Wow, you're enjoying yourself aren't ya?" Derrick lightly circled inside his innie, waiting for a response.

"Whahat?! Nohoho way!!" But it was clear that that was a lie.

"What do you mean, no way? I let your arms go free, and u haven't made a move to push my arms away, nor were you telling me to stop. I'm no genius, but even I can tell you like this."

"Ihihihi do not lihihihike it!!" But still, all he did was wriggled side to side with his hands inclosing the other's wrists.

"Awww, come on you like it when I circle your belly button, or draw teasy patterns on your ticklish tummy, or claw the inside of your hollow armpits, or..."

"DAMN IT!! Juhuhust stop, Dehehehrrick!!"

"Stop what, the tickling or the teasing?" Derrick knows Trevor would pick the teasing, but still, the lee had other plans in mind. Not good ones, but he definitely said them.

"Fuhuhuck you, Derrick."

"I don't think you're in a position to be snarky, remember who's under who." And with that, Derrick brought his hands down to the latter's inner thighs, and needed them.

"GAH!! *Squeak* NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!! NOHOHOT FUHUHUCKING THERE, DEHEHEHRRICK!!" Now it's becoming real. Trevor started hiccuping, squeaking, and screaming. Then he brought his free hands and kneaded Derrick's hips. Derrick yelped and jumped.

"GAH! Dohohon't fucking tickle me you jerk!" The ler grabbed the lee's hands and sat on them. Trevor might be the taller one, but Derrick wins with the strength. "Don't expect me to go lightly on you now, this is war."

Trevor finally got himself in some deeper shit then before. He was having a hard time now, but when Derrick said that? Oh, he is praying for his down fall right now. "Wait, Wait, wait, Derrick please!!! I'm sorry all right? It's just... my thighs are my absolute worse, I can't control myself, and me tickling you was a fight or flight response. I mean no harm, honest!! And it's not like I done wjat you're doing right now!! This is way worse!! It's Torture!!"

"Wow, Trevor. Hahaha, you said everything and nothing at the same time. If this is torture like you said, then you shoulda told me to stop from the get go. So be prepared for the worse has yet to come!!" Then it did, he clawed his inner thighs so hard the lee was crying and screaming. How no one came to check up on them, was a mystery.

"*Long pause* OK! OHOHOKAY!! DEHEHEHERRICK I'M SOJOHOJORRY!!! JUHUHUST PLEASE STHOHOHOP!! I CAN'T TAHAHAHKE NO MORE!!!" There was the word Derrick wanted to hear.

He stopped tickling him, and moved lower down where he was sitting on Trevor's thighs. Trevor layed there breathlessly, Derrick, on the other hand, brought his hand up to wipe away his tears. Trevor flinched then relaxed after he found out what his crush was doing. "Easy buddy, it's ok, I'm sorry I went over board."

Trevor took a moment of silence, waited flr his breathing to go back to normal, then he sat up. They locked eyes, it was silent. The only thing they can hear is the sound of people arguing and fighting. Yep, it was another challenge, guess they gotta go and help, right? But then, all of a sudden, Derrick leaned in, and closed his eyes, while Trevor did the same. It was a passionate one, and a dreamy one at that. Crystal walked in to see what's taking them so long, but she was stopped in her tracks after finding this display. "Well, guess I gotta go do this one on my own then." She thought, walked away, and smiled.

Secrets aren't meant to be shared, so she didn't tell anyone what happened, not even the love birds themselves.

[mrs-santoss]

High Fever - Neymar Imagine

heyyy can I request an imagine where I I sick and neymar takes good care of me ? ALSO I LOVE UR WRITTING that's why I ask U this request 💕💕💕💕

Someone's hand on my forehead and their whispers woke me up from my deep sleep. Every part of my body hurt, especially my head. I opened my eyes slowly and saw Neymar running his hand through my hair, looking at me concerned. "Y/N, wake up. You're burning up!" "Ney" I rubbed my eyes and examined the room, it was daylight. The sunlight coming from the window forced me to close my eyes again. "Yes, amor... I'm here, are you feeling okay? You have a fever." "My head hurts so bad, I also feel very cold." "Oh, bebê. I think you got sick from yesterday. Let's check your temperature and get some medicine." he kissed my forehead and left the room quickly. I grabbed everything on the bed including blankets, sheets and threw them on myself. I hate being sick. Neymar came back with a thermometer and some fever medicine. It turned out I had a slightly high temperature. I took the medicine and laid back on the bed closing my eyes. "Is there anything else you need, bebê?" he said while running his hands through my hair as he sat next to me. "Can you lay down with me, Ney? And keep playing with my hair?" "Of course, amor." He did what I asked and we stayed like that on the bed. I could tell my headache went away because of the medicine, but I still felt hot. I can't remember falling asleep at some point. Neymar's POV: I woke up this morning expecting her to be awake already because she usually wakes up before me. I turned around and hugged her when I felt her hot skin. After a few calls, she didn't wake up. That's why I decided to shake her harder to wake her up and check her state just in case we need to visit the hospital. I took care of her and gave her some medicine, she fell back to sleep. I put on a movie to watch in low volume as I laid next to my girlfriend. Halfway through the movie, Y/N began moving and talking in her sleep. She was sweating a lot, I could tell she was having nightmares because of the fever. I pulled the cover of her body to see her shirt wet from sweat. I was getting worried.

"Ney...No, let me g- Neyy..." I tried to wake her up softly at first, It made me sad to her scared whether it was a dream or not. I shook her shoulder softly. "Amor, wake up. You're having a nightmare. It's okay, I'm here." "Ney-" "Y/N? Come on, bebê. Open your eyes." She wasn't responding so I shook her harder this time. She opened her eyes quickly and scanned the room, gripping my hands tight. "Ney, is he go-gone?" She asked me in a scared voice. "No one's here, meu amor. It was just a nightmare, I'm here with you. Don't worry." I kissed her forehead and wiped her sweat. I had a bottle of water on the nightstand and I wanted her to drink it. After she drank the water, she fell back asleep. After two hours or so, I checked her temperature again and thankfully it went back to normal. I decided not to wake her up and let her sleep, it was almost the evening. I left the bedroom to eat some food and I prepared a chicken soup for Y/N to feed her once she wakes up. I finished the food and made my way back to the bedroom. I laid next to my beautiful girlfriend to seemed a lot better than before. I wrapped my hands around her and fell asleep. __________________________ I woke up and turned off the alarm. Y/N woke up seconds after me, she seemed a lot better now. "Morning, amor. How are you feeling?" I kissed her lips and placed her head on my chest again. "A lot better, Ney. Thank you so much for taking care of me." "Always, bebê. I'm always here for you!" "I love you so much" "I love you too, meu amor. Come on, let's get up. I prepared some soup for you yesterday and you didn't get to eat it."

[black-dhalias]

hi ! i'd like to request a carlisle cullen imagine with an f!reader with she/her pronouns :) basically reader is carlisle's mate but he's already married to esme and it gets really complicated. preferably a happy ending but it really just depends on you! ! thank u and stay safe <33

Written in Stone

Carlisle Cullen X F!Reader

Warnings: none, fluffier than usual Note: Y/N/N (your nickname)

God forbid you knew where you were going, you think harshly to yourself—but not before glaring at Alistair who just follows his whims. Those urges to run, and others to stay put, but never what you’re currently doing. He simply shrugs his shoulder, which only infuriated you more—500 years with him as your best friend, and you still hated every second of it. The truth is, he’s always right and those whims have kept you alive all this time.

For him, you were simply his great great great niece, or something, who was descended from his only living nephew. Oddly enough, you were turned by the same vampire who turned him—and so began the painful journey together as the only friend and family the other has. Alistair understood your apprehension to run again, to find another desolate town to blend into, but it’s been too long.

So here you are, running to gods no where without a single clue where he’s taking you besides the grumbles under his breath. Barely making out— “last move.” You roll your eyes, practically jogging out in front of him.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, uncle.” Although a hundred years apart, he still sees a lot of his sisters in you—passed down through his nephew. The truth is, he’d do anything to protect you.

It’s a mountain town, where everyone wears thick jackets with thicker accents. The truth is, you barely understood a word the woman behind the counter said as she commented on your accent. Which is ridiculous. You may be in the States, but it’s not like the English are unique—in fact, you find yourself quite understandable.

So here you are, another grubby town in the middle of bloody nowhere—tossing an unnecessarily thick jacket to Alistair, across another grubby motel room. “You’re worse than me, although you knew that.” You raise a brow, eyes flickering between him and the obviously not natural staining on the bed.

“I’m not touching it.”

“Well then, it’s a good thing you don’t sleep.” He throws the newly acquired cell phone in your direction. You’ve caught it before you’ve even realized it’s been thrown and smile at him, before taking a seat on the chair designated the cleanest in the room. “There. Now leave me alone for a bit.” With that, he walks out of the room to do who knows what. Not that you care.

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However, what started as you playing on the phone for hours—ended with you killing it three times over before setting it aside. Boredom finally getting the best as day turned into night, the curtains no longer casting shadows, but simply existing in the room.

But night does not bring peace, instead—halfway through your shower, a knock echoed through the motel room. With a groan, you tie the towel as tight as you can manage and move across the room in a blink. “For only having a hundred years on me, your memories getting spotty old man.”

Only when you open the door, it is not Alistair, but two vampires—strangers. Your body goes rigid, your back straight as you tighten your leg muscles, reading their body language. The woman is smiling, her eyes big and face heart shaped. She’s soft. While the man is tall with blonde hair, and those same gold eyes—only they look nicer on him.

Your eyes flicker between their faces, they’re smiling awkwardly as if you weren’t the person they expected to answer the door. And if they were human, their cheeks would be a vibrant red as they try to not look at your toweled form.

“You must be Y/N.” Arms crossed over your chest, tightening around the towel—you raise a brow, leaning on the door, prepared to shut it.

“Nope. So you must going.” As you go to shut the door, the woman’s hand outstretches and lands on the door. You move faster than her, your hand catching her wrist and you instantly twist it to turn her into your chest—your other arm braced against her neck with just enough pressure to scare her a bit.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Based on our current situation, I’d say I’m older than at least three centuries.” Your voice drops as you keep your eyes locked on the man, reading him as he has gone rigid. Now watching you more closely. “That makes me stronger.” Her hands clasp down on your arm, but you do not move or yield. His gaze is not as soft as it was, but there’s conflict as his thoughts sort themselves out.

“Y/N-” Your eyes snap to Alistair as he saunters up, smirking as he wipes away the smallest amount of blood from his lip. “These are friends.” He places a hand on Carlisle’s shoulder, before chuckling again and shuffling past you altogether. Once past, you drop your arm and shove her towards the male vampire. “Pardon my niece, she’s more—” He lingers on the thought, speaking with this hands. “More confrontational than I am.”

You roll your eyes, crossing into the bathroom quickly to change and then rushing back at to sit at the seat. Kicking your feet up on the half table, that shouldn’t even be called a table at all. More like a small square of wood. “I was fairly nice. They’re the ones who didn’t want to leave me alone.”

“Must get that from you, old friend.” The man points out with a smile as he shuts the motel room door. “Although I didn’t expect to find you in the states.”

“Up until last week, neither did I.” You assert, glaring at Alistair for moving you from Europe to this hell hole.

“You don't have a say, Y/N/N." You roll your eyes and turn your attention back to the pair, raising an eyebrow. Something has changed in their dynamic, he's created some distance between them, and everytime the female steps closer—he maintains that distance.

You hum, "So care to introduce yourself?" The woman goes to speak, but your glare shuts her up quick and your lip twitches. Having a great time messing with them. "I wasn't asking you. I was asking the pretty one." However, your comment must have set something right in his brain, because he steps up to place a hand on her waist which is laughable. So protective.

"This is my wife, Esme. And I'm Carlisle." Your expression brightens as you sit back up, resting your feet on the ground and cupping your cheeks in your palms.

"So you're the famous Carlisle Cullen, I heard nasty rumor the Volturi was after-" Alistair cuts in, and you shut your mouth quick.

"Why're you like this?" He asks roughly, that's the thing about you and him. His gift is based on whims, a powerful tracker who knew danger so well—that he could avoid it entirely. Your gift is based on rumors, whispers that reach your ears—things you just know.

"Because its fun, and it's not like they don't know." The minute the words left your lips, you saw the guilty expression on Carlisle's face. The woman not so much, but she's not the one that has caught your interest—she's typical housewife, with dark hair and probably had brown eyes as a human. She was soft spoken and motherly, and she matches him, but he just doesn't seem to fit at her side. Not the way you would expect of mates.

Alistair goes to say something, but Carlisle interrupts him: "She's right. We're facing accusations from the Volturi, that are false." Your eyes widen as a whisper reaches your ear—one you did not expect to hear.

"Half-human, half-vampire." You laugh, sitting up with bright eyes—your interest piqued. "Oh I love a good twist."

"No." You hush Alistair and his denials, knowing he felt the danger creep up on you both, the minute you decided you wanted to help.

"Oh yes, I'd love to stick it to the Volturi."

Talking with the duo for the rest of the night, you find yourself intrigued by their family and their trifles. The intricacies of their life, and their die—none of it made sense, and yet they lived so happily. However, night turns to day and you find yourself sitting across from Alistair, in a battle of wits. Trying to convince him to go, or let you go for yourself. He breaks eye contact for a second at the sound of housekeeping going into the room next door, and you smile.

"C'mon, it's not like it won't be fun?" Alistair raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you really think that's a convincing argument. "Fine, how about this?" You lean forward, folding your arms on the tabletop. "I'm tired of running... What if we finally can stop hauling ass and just live a little?"

"And what if the Volturi wins? Then what?" You've met them once before, when they tried to forcefully make you join them. They almost had you, but your ability made a loophole in their little plan. You knew what they were up to from the start, and it gave you just enough time to disappear with your Uncle. "Aro's already made it clear, you're valuable and what're the odds we get away a second time?"

"Slim-" He makes sense, and that's what infuriates you further as you sigh. "But we need to take the risk. I want to take the risk." You and Alistair fall back into your staring contest, waiting for the other to give in, but he finally submits. Glaring at Carlisle from across the motel.

"We'll all be on Aro's list..." Alistair stands up and moves towards the door, looking back at you only briefly then back at Carlisle. "Some friend Carlisle."

However, when you look back at Carlisle and Esme—you are perplexed by a single thought. While Esme is looking at him, he is looking at you, as if trying to will you hear him. To understand what he wants to say, without him ever actually saying it.

"He'll get over it, sooner or later." Admittedly, Carlisle is intrigued by you and the guilt over those thoughts burn a little when he feels Esme's eyes on him. He glances down and then back at you, as you speak. "We'll leave right after I get a drink." And while Carlisle may hate your lifestyle, he thought someone would make him think he still had a heartbeat until he looked into those vibrant rubies.

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The trip to Washington was silent, you hate long journey's like this, but enjoy the sights that come. The mountain ridges, and the long plains and lakeside views enough to remind you of what it means to live. Maybe that is the fantasy you sell yourself time to time, that it might be possible to feel human even now.

Standing at the edge of the lake, you fall in love with the way the sunsets over the ridge—with it just being bright enough to shimmer off the top of the water. Your smile is soft, so much so that Carlisle almost doesn't recognize you without the playful smirk you often wore. Your sense of humor and playful nature, a protective armor that both confuses and intrigues him. So much so, that despite his guilty conscience, he finds himself standing next to you in silence.

"Ya know, most of the time when we're on the run—the loneliness is the worst part. Not the running. Or the new place, but it gets lonely." You do not remove your eyes from the lake, just trying to memorize the outline so that maybe you'll remember it later when the loneliness begins again.

"That does sound lonely." You chuckle, but its the kind that gets caught in your throat and makes you sound sadder than you are. "It's the worst. And believe me, I love my uncle, but I always imagined the running would stop after a while. So here I am, five centuries later, and still trying to out run..." You finally gather enough courage to look him the eye, "I just want to live a little. My human life, its gone, it's been gone, but I wish I just a piece. A home. A lover. Friends. I'm not picky, but just something would be better than this."

Carlisle's features are softer than you initially thought, not as sharp, but still pronounced. His eyes glitter the color of amber stones, you had a pair of earrings with stones the color of his eyes. "I know what you mean. I travelled a lot before I found my family, and it took a while for it to all be worthwhile."

"How long?" Your voice has an edge as you try to imagine a world beyond this. "Because according to my uncle, he met you in the 17th century—I was turned in the 14th century, that's three centuries longer than you." Your voice is aggressive, but as soon as you feel his hand rest on your bicep, rubbing a small circle with his thumb—you go completely still.

Although you can't recall the last bit of affection you received, you always thought you would hate, but instead you find comfort in the gesture. So much so that your body softens, and you stop glaring at him for a few seconds.

"See..." He smiles softly, and for a second, you don't think about anything else. "Not so scary, Y/N/N." When he realizes his hand has drifted down to hold your hand, almost unconsciously, he drops it suddenly and smiles awkwardly. "But you're right. I don't know the extent, and I know you don't want to leave your Uncle, but it might be time."

You tuck your hands into the jacket pocket, and fidget with the bit of string that is tearing away from the pocket seam. "Actually, you're mistaken." When he drops your hand, you feel your soul tighten around your heart protectively. "I would sooner die, than part with my Uncle. And it's Y/N to you. Only Alistair calls me Y/N/N." You turn on your heel and walk back up to your Uncle, your mind reeling as you try to push away the thoughts of Carlisle Cullen and his inherent need to understand you. Its sick really, he has a whole wife and he's over there holding your hand and worried about you feeling lonely.

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A whisper reaches your ear just as the Cullen's home comes into view, and your eyes widen as you realize the extent of the danger you are in. The Volturi are collecting witnesses of their own, many thought your gift was conditional, rumors, but that's just how you described them. Usually they were pretty accurate, and right now, you almost wish you had listened to Alistair's warnings.

You hardly even remember a time when you ever were in a car, they were pretty useless to vampires especially when the goal was to hide—not blend in as the Cullens seem to. Ever since your "talk" with Carlisle, the silence had become deafening and even more than that, Alistair had not stopped glaring at Carlisle.

"How many came?" You spot the pair of vampires, with the same gold eyes, as you get out of the driver's side rear—the home itself is beautiful, but you feel the presence of many vampires. More than you've ever been around at once.

"Eighteen." The new man responds, although his eyes are locked on you. Mind Reader, your gift shouts, actually it hasn't shut up since you got out of the car. He finally looks at Carlisle. "You have some good friends Carlisle."

"And Alice?" The psychic, it's never been this active before and the whispers are shorter than usual. More like thoughts, they could be, if you didn't know that you knew nothing about them. So it had to be your gift in action.

The unknown female shakes her head, and Esme embraces her tightly—hmm, must be family. Shield, interesting.Hmmm, so many gifts in one place, so many varied abilities. The male is back to looking at you with perplexion as Alistair asserts that he's going to the attic. Edward, now that was a first. It never really cared to tell you names, but hey, who are you to complain.

"Amazing." He mumbles, walking up to you as he pulls the female along. "Her gift, it's almost prophetic. I've never seen anything like it." You smile, oddly enough—unlike your Uncle, you're excited to meet all the new vampires. Curious to see what it's like to live in close proximity to each other. "Wait until I start hearing rumors from halfway around the world. I'm Y/N." You introduce, shaking hands with both of them. Their eyes follow your Uncle as he takes off, per usual. "Like I told them, don't mind him. He's just moody." You hear him scoff in the attic, and laugh a little with Bella.

"How does it work exactly?" Bella asks, as you take her outstretched arm to follow her inside the house. If you're honest, similar to Carlisle and Esme, you knew you could trust her.

"It's like a voice that spurts out information, like I know you're a shield. Although I don't know the extent. Or how I knew Edward's name, although that's never happened before either." You think about, tutting a little—"Actually. Now that I think about it, I don't really understand it much at all."

"Weird." You eye her for a second, and then at Edward before realization hits you.

"You're the human that carried the child? Except you're obviously not human anymore." You separate yourself, looking at the group of four. It makes sense, Carlisle turned Edward who fell in love with a human. They consider themselves to be family. "Can I meet her?"

There is hesitance as she calls out for Rosalie, who comes in with a six year old in tow—if you didn't hear her heartbeat, you would think it was an immortal child. Once she reaches the spot right in front of you, there's a second when you consider running away from the strange girl. But curiosity wins out as you kneel down.

"Hi. I'm Y/N." She doesn't say a word, but instead reaches out to place her palm against your cheek. It's different, you see the world through her eyes as she tells you her story—all with a touch. Your eyes widen as your hand folds over her's. "Remarkable." You murmur, before she pulls her hand away and you are left in stunned silence. A half-human miracle that you didn't even know was possible.

You do not look for anyone other than Carlisle, you are less angry with him than you were when you first arrived at the home. "I'll stay. Whether it ends in a fight, or not. For you, and the child." You stand, and walk off towards the rest of the vampires—some more familiar, actually quite a few are familiar. However, your mind keeps going back to Carlisle's expression—the way he seemed hesitant to do anything other than nod appreciatively.

Edward approaches his father figure once the other's have walked away and raises his eyebrow, "What was that about?" Carlisle is unable to stop watching you, as you walk up to the nomads with that stunning smile.

"I have no idea." It is like the entire world just stopped moving the moment he was in the same room as you, he just could not stop wondering. He was absolutely enamored every time you spoke, and if he was dependent on breath—you would have stolen it with every glance.

"Carlisle..." His eyes are understanding, he knows what it's like to meet his mate. However, Edward doesn't understand what this means for Carlisle because he's married to Esme and Edward knows Carlisle loves her, but mates mean something. That kind of bond is powerful and unforgiving if ignored. "Figure this out before you hurt someone."

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"Y/N..." You stiffen as you realize that you are no longer alone, standing at the edge of the property line, just before the trees. "What're you doing out here?" However, when you look at him, he sees how dark your eyes have become—you hadn't fed in some time, "oh."

"Bella's dad is here..." He understands quickly, nodding as he folds his hands together. "I hate hunting alone, and Alistair—he's him." He just is able to go longer periods without hunting, but he also just hates it here so he's still pouting in the attic. The other's had all left on their hunt, and when Benjamin asked if you'd be joining them, you just didn't have an answer.

You laugh a little, "Honestly, I never felt guilty about drinking human blood. I never lost control. Nothing." You hesitate. "And now, seeing the alternative. I just feel so absolutely guilty." His eyes widen at the admission, realizing that this is about more than just a whim. "And I hate you for it."

You would be stupid to ignore the way you feel when you're near Carlisle, it is unlike anything you've felt for anyone, and that alone is enough to make you feel guilty. The weight of your fear only bubbling to the surface because he's married, and he's a better person than you've ever been. That is what makes you feel guilty, you wish you made different choice—wish you didn't like the way his smile warms your core. The way you don't feel so alone when he's near, even if he doesn't say a word to you.

"Well I can't take away the guilt, but I could help you try..." He hesitates, watching as your eyes begin to do the thing they do when you're trying to read someone. It is like you see right through him, every motivation on full display. "It's worth a shot, right?"

When he expects you to disagree, he is visibly shocked as you nod—Alistair will hate it, but maybe this is how you start to live. Thinking about having a life is becoming easier, but it is becoming increasingly difficult to not imagine Carlisle in that life. Everytime he speaks, you just melt into an entirely different person.

So when he holds out his hand to you, there is a moment you hesitate, but this time you do not pull away or feel worry. Instead, you take his hand gratefully, and follow his lead into the woods where an idea, might just give you something to hold onto.

Only the falling point of a house of vampires, is the fact that the wife watches from a distance as her husband falls in love with another. And there's nothing she can do to stop the ache. She saw it back in that motel room, Esme should have said something then, but she didn't and now look what's happening.

Carlisle rests his hands on your shoulders, fingers trailing down your arms in a vertical motion, as you shut your eyes. "Focus on your senses other than sight." He pauses, "What you hear..." His breathing, despite not needing to, you are well aware of the fact that he maintains breathing even away from the prying eyes of humans. "What you smell..." He smells of medical grade disinfectant, but under that, you are able to make out the sweet smell of cinnamon and what you can only describe as the woods. "What you feel..." His hands, you are well aware of where his hands are at every given moment—especially as they keep moving up and down your biceps.

You turn around roughly, to the point that you forgot how close he really was— eye to eye, close enough to touch if you just lean... His hands dropping to his sides. "You need to back off because right now, all I can think about is you." You swallow, clenching your hands into a fist—so aware. "And you're married." You add on the last bit as a reminder for yourself. He nods, folding his arms across his abdomen, his own guilt is becoming very familiar.

However, you catch the scent of something—a bear you think, and push yourself off in that direction. This doesn't feel as instinctual as hunting humans, this feels like a conscious choice, but you go through. Dragging the large brown bear to the ground, rolling for a second before coming out on top—pinning the beast down, you hope for the best and drink as you would from a human.

Immediately, you note the difference in taste, but it's manageable and not as bad as you imagined it would be. Standing upright, you push away the bear completely and look back at Carlisle who offers you a smile. "See not so bad."

"That was terrible, but-" He eggs you to continue. "But I think I could do it." He smiles brighter, and although he might not admit it to you—he knows what he feels is real.

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You walk back to the house, talking the entire way and telling stories of things long ago. You tell him about your travels, how your gift works, and times when Alistair did some of the most ridiculous things.

Carlisle laughs at your jokes and makes you feel more alive, piece by piece, you feel yourself pulling together. It's like a jigsaw puzzle, but just as you walk through the treeline—you spot Esme and all the pieces come apart right there. You swallow, feeling her eyes burning into you as she walks towards you—you almost hope that she does something to make it all make sense.

Only she hugs him, and whispers something unintelligible in his ear before gesturing for you to follow her. Perplexed, you look at Carlisle who's eyes have widened considerably. You almost don't trust her smile, but you follow her out into the woods and hope she doesn't come for you. Gods you would hate that.

"I know you feel something for him..." You stare at the ground, as you realize she only spoke once you were out of earshot completely. "I don't blame you."

"Well that's kind, because I didn't mean for it to happen." Your words sputter out before you can even think of a reason not to say them. That's the bitter part about being stuck like this, sometimes your body gets ahead of your mind or vice versa.

Esme takes your hand, you fight the urge to pull away, knowing she is just trying to be kind. But you hate touch, except from him. Which is infuriating.

"I know." She bites the inside of her cheek, you can see the indentation form and you worry she would cry if she could. "So I'm not going to stand in the way. I love Carlisle, more than anything, but if my mate walked through the door and consumed me." She rubs a circle on the outer part of your hand. "And I'd be terrible to prevent him the same. When I know what choice I would make."

You can barely even form a thought, "What does that even mean?" She smiles sadly, and you see for a moment that she's being honest. Trust her, that's what the whispers tell you to do and they've always looked out for you before this.

"It means love him. Be happy with him, and make him happy." She is soft, and you feel yourself becoming antsy as you stand in front of her. You can't read her anymore, because you can't focus at all. "Fight for him. Because I know him well enough to know, he's going to fight for you."

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You do not move from that spot, even when Esme leaves back to the house—you feel more guilty because all you did was make a wife leave her husband, and you don't even understand how you feel about said husband. The silence is deafening as you finally find yourself sitting on the ground, your chest heaving because you want to understand. To know what it means to love Carlisle.

"Y/N/N..." You do not look in his direction, gods you hadn't even thought about Alistair until you heard him speak and that just makes you feel worse. Loving Carlisle, means staying here and leaving Alistair because there's no way he would stay.

"Go away." You've never had anyone to care for you other than Alistair, and never had to worry about disappointing anyone other than him. So you never did, because you could always be there.

"Please, I'd never miss this. The moment the great Y/N, found her humanity." He tuts, sitting roughly on the ground beside you. "I think you'd even be crying." You laugh, but he's right—you really do think you would crying right now. This feels terrible. "Plus I figured you were tied to Carlisle, from the first time he met you." He chuckles. "Surprised it took this long."

"Well aren't you a great Uncle." You lean your head onto your knee, "I wish we'd never come here." He too follows suit and leans his own head onto his knees, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Because you don't want to leave." You groan and finally lean onto his shoulder, he's right. God's you don't want to go anywhere, other than into that stupid blonde's arms. "So stay. I'll be fine."

"What abou-"

"What about nothing. You've followed me long enough—" He hates the idea of leaving you here, but he knows you'd be well protected. "Time to live a life of your own." He laughs, kissing the top of your head. "Besides, with your new diet. You stink of bear."

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You stand at door frame of Carlisle's office, leaning on the pane as you watch him shuffle papers. "Can we take it slow?" His eyes snap to you, and you realize he'd been so lost in thought, he'd not even realized you were there.

You slowly walk into the office, his eyes following you the entire way in. "Are you sure?" He whispers, closing the distance in an instant—"because I know..."

"You know nothing, sweets." You rest your hand at the base of his neck, before resting his cheek in your palm. "But that's okay. We'll take this one day at a time."

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It took a century, but you had forever together—so what was another hundred years of waiting. All it took was a single moment, where he kissed the inside of your wrist before looking up to you—where amber met amber. And you realized that your love story had been written in stone, and no matter how much time passed—it was forever.

So that's where you started.

With forever.

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Not even going to lie right now, I looked at this request last night because I was struggling to fall asleep. And ended up writing this at 3:00 AM, driven only by insomnia and my innate love of Carlisle Cullen. So I hope you like it!

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Two to One | 9 |

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader x Midoriya Chapter Title: Stray Dogs Chapter 8 | Chapter 10 Story Masterlist Summary: You are a simple college girl working at a cheap, back alley café! The top heroes, Deku and Ground Zero, visit your work in hopes of ordering coffee, but they pick something else up instead. You begin an interesting relationship with the pair, while slowly becoming aware of certain underhanded tactics they are using. Idolization isn't always that bad... Right?

WARNINGS: NSFW

(Y/N)ヾ☆* is typing…

(03:22) (Y/N)ヾ☆* : congrats on catching mutant fucker izuku!!

DEKU✧˖° is typing…

(03:24) DEKU✧˖° : It’s on the news already??

(03:24) DEKU✧˖° : It’s been ten minutes?

(03:24) (Y/N)ヾ☆* : nah on twitter

(03:26) DEKU✧˖° : Oh. Thank you!

He sent a kissing emoji.

(04:40) Katsuki : Don’t like that

(4:40) (Y/N)ヾ☆* : what?

(4:42) (Y/N)ヾ☆* : the emoji?

(04:45) Katsuki : No the fuck. twitter

(04:45) (Y/N)ヾ☆* : ohhhhh

(04:45) (Y/N)ヾ☆* : im sure u don’t

(04:48) (Y/N)ヾ☆* : is it because of all the drama or the ground zero feet pic accounts?

Katsuki is typing…

DEKU✧˖° is typing…

(04:48) Katsuki : The what?

(04:48) DEKU✧˖° : The what?

Izuku returned to Shibuya on Sunday evening. Upon unlocking the front door to the house, he immediately caught sight of a shirtless Katsuki seated in the living room with (Y/n) massaging cream into his shoulders from behind, with some soft pop music playing on the TV. The two glanced his way nonchalantly.

Izuku made a face as he set his bags down, closing the door behind him and stepping out of his shoes.

“Izuku!” (Y/n) waved. Katsuki, who was drinking out of a water bottle, gave his boyfriend a three-finger acknowledgment.

“Am I interrupting?” Izuku teased as he approached. He bent down, and Katsuki met him halfway by leaning up to kiss him. Izuku then reached over Katsuki’s shoulder, greeting (Y/n) with the same simple yet lingering peck, albeit a little deeper. (Y/n) leaned into it a bit, just as soon as Izuku pulled away with a soft smile, the one he always gives her. She tasted some of Katsuki’s spit on his lips, and it made her insides warm.

Izuku stepped back slightly, looking them over briefly with the smidge of a grin.

“So, is this a new thing, or…?” He gestured vaguely to the two of them. Katsuki scoffed, avoiding his partner’s eyes. (Y/n) resumed kneading his shoulders.

“She’s been stayin’ here all weekend,” Katsuki changed the subject swiftly. Izuku’s eyebrows raised, and he gave a slight nod as he hummed a reply, glancing at (Y/n). She smiled back at him. Unfortunately, Izuku’s exhaustion overpowered his curiosity, and he just wanted to celebrate being home by taking a nice, long shower in his own bathroom.

“Are you staying tonight, too? It’s already getting a little late,” Izuku called as he made his way to the kitchen. He opened the fridge to get his own bottle of water, silently glancing at the alcohol stashed away in the back. One bottle of wine was gone, and a second one was almost empty. He rolled his eyes as he closed the fridge. Neither Katsuki nor (Y/n) tasted like alcohol when he kissed them, so they must’ve finished that bottle this weekend.

(Y/n) must have misread Izuku’s tone because she shifted in her place on the couch. “… I mean, I can go. Or I can just stay in the guest bedroom?” She asked, honestly feeling like she’s overstayed her welcome, anyway. She didn’t have class or work tomorrow, but Izuku might’ve wanted to just spend alone time with his boyfriend tonight. Izuku stepped back into the room, realizing he may have given her the wrong idea.

“No, you can stay! You’re always welcome to stay,” he twisted the cap back on his water bottle after taking a swig. “I was just about to take a shower and didn’t know if one of us had to take you back.”

“Oh,” (Y/n) paused before answering to not seem too eager. “Can I stay for one more night?”

Katsuki suddenly stood, stretching and rubbing his left shoulder with a wince. Izuku gave him a concerned look. “Yeah,” Izuku replied offhandedly, his attention veering towards Katsuki. “What happened?”

“Just a burn. ‘m fine,” Katsuki’s simple explanation did little to satiate Izuku. Izuku approached him, carefully eyeing his shoulder before his eyes trailed down the rest of his back. He gently turned his boyfriend around to get a better look. The Number One Hero’s brow creased.

“You didn’t mention any of this?” He lightly scolded after a moment, but it carried no malice. Katsuki groaned, yanking his shoulder away and turning back around. He was getting tired of being scrutinized, which Izuku had a bad habit of doing.

“Told you it’s just a burn. Nothin’ serious.”

Izuku frowned, but he knew better than to tell him to be careful when on hero duty. They both knew very well what the job entailed; still, they never liked to see the other hurt.

(Y/n) sat on the couch, slightly uncomfortable. Part of her felt like she was interrupting a lover’s exchange; it’s been about two months since she’s been with the heroes, but it was still difficult for her to acknowledge herself as part of their relationship. She couldn’t place the reason.

“If you say so,” Izuku pondered, glancing at Katsuki before heading to the stairs.

“’Course I say so.”

“I’m going to shower,” Izuku looked over his shoulder at the pair. Katsuki followed behind him, and they exchanged a knowing peer, Izuku hiding a smile. He glanced back at (Y/n), who remained on the couch, staring dumbly.

“Coming?” He offered. Katsuki’s stomach flipped at the suggestion, and he shot a look at (Y/n). Her eyes widened, too, and she fidgeted.

“Uhh–,” the hem of her oversized tee twisted in her hand. “No… You two go ahead… I already showered.” It wasn’t a lie. Izuku felt the need to press against her hesitancy, and Katsuki was a little offended at her refusal. They both left it alone, though, shooting the other one a glance.

(Y/n)’s curiosity ran rampant, but she remained planted on the couch as the men ran their shower. No noises were heard besides the running water and the footsteps of them retrieving bath items. She couldn’t help but wonder if they just were simply washing themselves, but she repeatedly brushed those thoughts off as soon as they arose.

Playing Subway Surfers on her phone was the only tool she had to distract herself.

As they all got ready for bed, Katsuki felt less tense having his other partner home again. (Y/n) could see it on him: how he smiled more and how his thumb trailed down Izuku’s cheek. He and Izuku kissed in front of her for a record-breaking fifth time that evening.

(Y/n) huddled further into the covers, watching them, almost waiting for one of them to shift closer to her and hold her. Izuku rested on his elbow while Katsuki lay his head on the thick skin of his palm, the blankets covering both of them up to their waists. They talked about Izuku’s stakeout, his stay in Kyoto, if the hotel was clean, and how the meals were. (Y/n) could’ve joined in on the conversation, but she found it difficult to chime in when none of this really interested her.

Still, she scooted forward, pressing herself to Izuku’s back. He stilled before relaxing against her, lifting his arm for her to wrap her own around his larger frame.

“Was the food better than Katsuki’s?” She asked, almost interrupting as Izuku was on a tangent about Mutant Fucker’s quirk. Katsuki’s gaze shifted from Izuku’s face to the smaller, feminine arms wrapped around Izuku’s middle, now interested in the answer to the question.

“We’re looking into if he was involved i–oh. No,” Izuku answered simply before continuing his previous thought.

(Y/n) sighed into the bare skin of his back, pressing her face further into him, the rough edges of one of his more prominent scars rubbing against her cheek. Izuku turned then, finally welcoming her further into his embrace, finally encompassing her in the conversation. His heavy arm pulled her into him, and she snuggled against his pectoral, inhaling the scent of a body wash both he and Katsuki must’ve used. No cologne tonight; they both smelled of a woodsy pepper.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Izuku uttered, pulling (Y/n) on top of him. His fingers carded through her hair, and Katsuki watched, hesitant to touch her but eager to drink in how delicious she looked wearing his T-shirt. Izuku pulled back slightly to look down at (Y/n) as she nestled into his neck.

“How’s school going?” He asked. (Y/n) wanted to roll her eyes. While she’d love for their common ground to be more exciting topics, they almost always fell back on the same things: school, work, more school, the news. “You haven’t mentioned your classes in a while,” he continued, slightly quieter, a hand moving down her back. (Y/n) felt another hand brush a strand of hair behind her ear, and she glanced to the side to see it was Katsuki who touched her that time.

She turned her head to face the opposite direction, away from the two heroes.

“Tuition for next semester’s coming up. I don’t like to–,” (Y/n) felt Izuku sit up suddenly, a hand on her back to keep her on top of him, steadying her. He leaned over to reach for his phone.

“How much?” He asked. (Y/n) pulled away at that.

“What?”

“How much?” He asked once more, using a firmer tone. He scrolled through his phone, tapping on the screen.

“Izuku, no, it’s okay–“

(Y/n) sat, wide-eyed, on Izuku’s lap, while Katsuki also watched his partners silently. If anything, he was slightly upset that Izuku offered something to (Y/n) before he could. After a moment or two, Izuku set his phone back down on the nightstand, giving her a hint of a smile.

“I wired 600,000 yen to you.”

Katsuki jolted upright, and (Y/n) could only stare at him, the shock steadily growing on her face as Izuku’s words sunk in. She couldn’t even find it in her to gasp as she stared at the man in front of her. Blinking, her brow went taut. Izuku became blearier as tears formed, and she missed the frown that passed over his face.

“Deku–,” Izuku cut off Katsuki before he received a scolding from his lover.

“We won’t miss it, Kacchan,” Izuku reached to wipe away (Y/n)'s tears before they could fall. Katsuki’s attention ripped away from Izuku to (Y/n), and he softened .

“Here,” he sat up, coaxing (Y/n) off of Izuku and pulling her to lie against him instead. Katsuki, brutish as he may be, attempted to lull her, stroking her hair away from her face. Her tears picked up, though, and despite his best efforts to hide it, Katsuki went rigid. He knew he wasn’t the best at dealing with this kind of stuff, but his movement was almost instinctual – the way he embraced her and removed her from Izuku’s grasp. Izuku recognized the worry in Katsuki’s eye as he lightly placed a hand on (Y/n)’s back. He was hesitant to scoot closer to the pair, not wanting to crowd her.

“What’s wrong?” Katsuki spoke in a hushed voice, attempting and failing to soften his gravely tone. She buried her face further into Katsuki’s chest.

“’m ‘eel ‘ike a ‘urden.”

“What??”

Izuku gave Katsuki a look, his nose crinkling. So obnoxious.

Izuku leaned down, kissing (Y/n)’s shoulder. “We can’t hear you, sweetie.”

(Y/n) pulled away from Katsuki slightly, wiping her eyes. She took a minute before speaking again, but they waited. “You guys shouldn’t be paying for my things…,” she started after a heavy sigh. She avoided their gaze. She wanted to hide away in Katsuki’s side again, but she remained still, sitting between them. “It makes me feel like…,” her eyes searched the pillows for the word she used earlier; it pained her to say it out loud, “a burden…”

It was humiliating to have the top two heroes waiting on her, paying her bills that she, as an adult, should be responsible for.

She wasn’t ready to relieve that weight just yet.

No, she needed a little encouragement.

Both men visibly relaxed. (Y/n) hadn’t noticed a hand on her hip, resting leisurely; she didn’t know if it was Katsuki’s or Izuku’s.

“We like it,” Katsuki spoke for the both of them this time, stealing Izuku’s usual routine. The Explosion hero looked away, and his tight-lipped scowl made it difficult to know how embarrassed he was admitting this.

(Y/n) felt a hand graze down her spine, a feather of a touch. Izuku.

“We do. You don’t want us to?” He asked, his voice soft. Having them both touch her, even just the softest caresses, made her shiver, and she lay back down on Katsuki’s bare chest. He readjusted underneath her, positioning her more comfortably. Izuku lay down this time as well, leaning his head against Katsuki’s shoulder as he continued rubbing (Y/n)’s back.

“No, it’s not that, it’s just,” (Y/n) sighed. “Maybe? I don’t know.”

“If you don’t want your tuition paid, we’ll take that 600,000 yen back,” Katsuki remarked, staring at the ceiling. Izuku smacked his leg, glaring at him. (Y/n) dug her head further into Katsuki’s neck, groaning.

“Do I owe you guys something? I feel like I owe you something,” she asked. Izuku shook his head.

“No. Just go to school.”

(Y/n) groaned even louder.

“Do you want to owe us something?” Katsuki tested playfully in his own way.

“No,” came (Y/n)’s muffled reply. They both left it at that. Izuku leaned away, glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was around 10 PM, which wasn’t late, but Katsuki had an early patrol in the morning.

He reached over, pulling the string of the lamp. The few plug-in lights now created the only illumination in the spacious bedroom, leaving just enough light for each of them to still see each other.

Izuku settled into the pillow next to Katsuki, who acted as (Y/n)’s body pillow. He was glad to see the two of them getting more comfortable with each other; he wondered just how far that comfort went while he was away.

They each listened to the others’ breathing, but they didn’t know that none of them were actually tired yet.

(Y/n) shifted, readjusting her position on top of Katsuki. Then, after a few minutes, she shifted again. He didn’t complain. He only lifted his arms and waited for her to stop moving before embracing her once more. Though, the third time, (Y/n) shifted downwards a little too far, and Katsuki tensed, inhaling a terse breath.

He was hard.

(Y/n) felt it. His hands wrapped around her middle before she could say anything, and he eased her off of him, laying her down next to him. He repositioned himself on his side, scooting himself – his hips – away from her.

(Y/n) immediately turned to face him, and, as he rest his cheek against his palm, she could make out his distinct glare in the dark.

“You guys okay?” Izuku mumbled, draping his arm around (Y/n)’s waist. (Y/n) ignored him, though.

“Katsuki,” she gazed at him, watching as he rolled his eyes.

“God, shut up,” he started to turn over, but (Y/n)’s next sentence made him pause.

“Can I try… Something?”

Izuku perked up, looking over (Y/n)’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”

Neither of them answered him, or even looked at him. Izuku’s stomach swirled.

It’d be a lie if Izuku said he, too, wasn’t now flaunting a leaking erection at the sight before him. Or maybe it was just his thoughts getting ahead of themselves, as they typically do. Still, it was the first time he’s seen (Y/n) and Katsuki kiss. Not a peck that lasted only a few seconds, a proper kiss with licking tongues and the biting of lips. Izuku knew Katsuki was a sweetheart when he wanted to be, but he’s never seen his boyfriend touch another so delicately. He held (Y/n)’s face in his hands so tenderly.

Izuku reached forward, his own hands entangling themselves in (Y/n)’s scalp and pulling her away from Katsuki. She welcomed her second lover’s kiss so readily, that Izuku had half a mind to shame her for her promiscuity.

(Y/n) pulled away, and hesitance filled her gaze. Katsuki’s grip on her hips tightened at the sight, his cock throbbing in his pajama pants at how innocent she appeared. Izuku had a similar thought.

(Y/n) scooted back, leaving Katsuki’s grip and moving down to his thighs. Izuku brushed a piece of hair out of her face, just at the same time (Y/n)’s hand gently touched Katsuki’s clothed cock.

Katsuki gasped quietly, his cock noticeably twitching. (Y/n) almost seemed uncertain, and she glanced upwards to meet Katsuki’s gaze. He wasn’t scowling, but he was watching very, very closely for her next move. With the way his arms tensed by his sides, both (Y/n) and Izuku could tell he was holding back.

“Are you fucking going to–,” he bit, but he rolled his eyes, quickly correcting himself. He swallowed, glancing at Izuku. Izuku got the message.

“Do you need some help?” He whispered. He placed his larger hand over top of (Y/n)’s as he guided her to Katsuki’s waistband. He curled her fingers, pulling his pajama pants down and letting Katsuki’s thick cock spring out. (Y/n) almost lost her breath at the sight. She shimmied away slightly, staring at the darkened head. Precum leaked out of his slit.

“Actually, I–,” Izuku felt (Y/n) tense as she spoke, making him look down at her. Katsuki quickly snapped out of his stupor. “I don’t want to,” she leaned away from Katsuki and into Izuku’s chest. Katsuki quickly pulled his pajama pants back up, sitting upright.

He and Izuku exchanged looks. (Y/n) couldn’t tell what they were.

“… Okay.”

[adoringhaikyuu]

hello!! i have a bit of a request! could i get oikawa bokuto and kuroo w a s/o who absolutely loves to cook and bake and does so a lot, but always always always shares the food they make? n they kinda slowed down in making food bc ppl arent accepting or wanting the food they make and its making them really down :(

ive been having this issue w my roommates bc i always cook for them w lots of love and they never eat what i make and its,, draining on me,,,,

but yea!! i just want oikawa bokuto n kuroo to make me feel a lil better :( thank u so so so much!!!! i love ur blog n ur writing so much 🖤

THEY AREN'T EATING YOUR FOOD SO YOU STOP COOKING FOR THEM

CHARACTERS: bokuto + kuroo + oikawa + (gn!reader)

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: i hope everything is ok and if not i hope it gets better!! <3 + i tried to make these a little happier ! they all take place over a week + i tried a new format with this we'll see if i stick w it sfkjhg

bokuto:

bokuto honestly didn't not want to eat your food

it's just that he had to go on a new diet for the upcoming season, his trainer and nutritionist told him to try it out to see how it works with him

and the things you cooked and baked were on the no eating list

he just loved when you made food for him, it tasted amazing and he could feel the love you put into it

he was planning on waiting the diet out and stockpiling all the food you made for afterwards as a treat

but he may or may not have failed to tell you that

so when you noticed he wasn't eating the food you left for him when he came home late after practice, you were disheartened and not to be dramatic, but heartbroken as well

deciding not to waste anymore, you simply stopped

turns out, the diet wasn't really working with bokuto, his nutritionist decided it was unecessary since he was getting the same results when he wasn't on it––thanks to his genetics, metabolism and workout routine. if anything he was glad, he was beyond excited to come home and finally eat your cooking again.

he practically ran home with a skip in his step, shouting out cheerfully as soon as he stepped past the front door. "baby i'm home!" he put his things down and took his shoes off, before gliding in front of the fridge to open it. "what's for dinner?––" he trailed off when he noticed there was nothing cooking, maybe you were starting later? he looked through the shelves in the fridge, looking for something to snack on in the mean time and gasped abruptly when he couldn't find the containers of food he'd been saving over the past week.

he closed the doors and frantically looked around the kitchen, opening random cupboards that couldn't possibly keep any refrigerated food fresh.

you walked in to find him searching around like a madman and you paused. "kou? what's wrong?"

he looked up at the sound of your voice and ran over to you, placing his hands on your waist. he kissed your forehead to say hello, despite the pout on his face and the clearly pressing matter on his mind. "hi baby doll. i was looking for all the food that was in the fridge, did you move them?"

you paused, "well i––i threw them out?"

his eyes almost bulged out of his head, "what?! why??"

you were confused by his sudden outburst, it's not like he was eating any of it. "i mean you weren't eating, kou...it's been a week since you've stopped eating my food, i just didn't see the point in keeping it all in there...that's also why i'm not making dinner right now."

he stared at you, shocked and disappointed in himself, he had no idea you were feeling this upset. "oh my god...did i forget to tell you?" your brows furrowed curiously but he simply pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. "i'm so sorry bub––they wanted me to try out this new diet, that's why i wasn't eating! i didn't mean to make you upset! i was even planning on eating all of the dinners i missed afterwards...but the diet wasn't for me so i can go back to eating normally now!"

you pulled back slightly to look at him, not knowing what to say. "oh..."

he gave you a sad smile, "yeah," he brought a hand up to hold your cheek, "you know i love your food––it honestly hurt my heart when they told me i couldn't eat it!"

you cracked a smile and he gave you one right back, "i'm serious!"

you sighed happily, "okay...so i guess i should start making dinner then?––"

he was pulling you over to the fridge before you could finish your sentence, "absolutely! and i'm helping!"

you laughed and started getting the ingredients together, "how about i make your favorite tonight?"

he nodded like a child excited for ice cream and kissed you on the cheek. he wasn't really a chef himself, that's why he left it to you––he didn't want to burn down the kitchen. so he'd mostly be staying by your side, maybe handing you things or mixing things, but you enjoyed his company nonetheless.

you had started seasoning the food when he slid his arms around you from behind, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "hey baby?" you hummed in response and his hold on you tightened a bit. "would you...mind making my favorite dessert tonight too? i've been craving it for a while now..."

you smiled to yourself and nodded, "i'd love to."

he squeezed you and kissed your cheek loudly, "yes! thank you i love you so much!–"

kuroo:

almost every day you sent kuroo off to work with a baked good you made him

he loved them and you loved making them so it was a win-win

you'd put them in a little container with a cute note

and though he knew what to expect each time, they never failed to brighten his day

but earlier this week you stopped by kuroo's office to drop off the treat he'd forgotten to take with him today in his rush out the door

he was in a meeting so his assistant let you into his office

and you felt an ache in your chest when you noticed four of the treats you'd given him this past week all on his desk, unopened

that day, you went back home with all the uneaten sweets and unshed tears aching to fall from your eyes

did he just take them to please you? did he not really want them this whole time? was he just trying to be a good husband?

all these questions flooded your mind, only confusing and hurting you further

but one thing was for certain, you'd stop baking them for him

it didn't make sense for you to if you knew it'd be going to waste

kuroo was beyond done with his day and it wasn't even halfway over. he sighed, loosening his tie as he shut the door to his office, drained from the two hour meeting he'd been in.

thankfully, he had no more meetings today so he could sit and relax while he worked in his office. he sat down at his desk and shut his eyes for a moment, needing to calm down and regenerate himself. he reached over to his left blindly, knowing he'd left the treats you baked him there––things had been getting so hectic lately, he barely had time to eat them, but he was saving them for when he did have the time.

his hand smacked down on the desk three times as he tried to reach for the containers before he finally opened his eyes. his brows furrowed slightly, "what the..." he looked around the desk, opening the drawers and everything before giving up and calling his assistant in.

she knocked on the door and he signaled for her to come in.

"yes sir?"

"hi, do you know where the sweets i had on my desk are? i thought i left them here."

his assistant thought for a moment before perking up, "oh i believe your partner came and collected them while you were in your meeting, sir."

he frowned, "y/n was here? why didn't you tell me?"

"they asked me not to disturb you."

kuroo nodded, "oh alright...well, thank you, that'll be all."

he immediately pulled his personal phone out and called your number, you must have been back home by now.

you saw his name pop up on your screen as you were about to throw out the baked goods and hesitated for a good while before sighing and picking up. "yes?"

you could practically hear the smirk on his face as he spoke through the phone.

kuroo leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke. "you stole my sweets from me? where'd you hide them? or did you eat them?"

he didn't even feel bad that he'd just left them there?––"well you clearly weren't eating them kuroo," the smirk dropped from his face and he sat up, alert. woah––kuroo? why did you sound upset? "they were just sitting on your desk––anyway, i was about to throw them out."

"woah, what?? why would you do that?!"

he was speaking to you but you honestly weren't listening, too annoyed and too hurt to pay attention. "look if you didn't like them, you could have just told me so i wouldn't have to waste hours every day busting my ass to make them for you––were you just throwing them out this whole time, is that it?––"

he shook his head with each word you uttered before realizing you couldn't see him, he was just in complete shock. "what? no no, kitten listen to me, hey listen, okay?" you paused, mostly to catch your breath, but he took that opportunity to speak up. "i love when you bake for me, everything you make tastes amazing. i love eating the sweets you make when i'm at work because they remind me of you and of how much you love me––this week's just been a complete pain in my ass and i haven't had the time to sit down, eat and enjoy your treats, i love them and you too much to just scarf them down in a minute. i need to savor them, you know?" despite the adrenaline running in your body, you cracked a smile. "i finally had some time to myself and i was gonna eat them just now when i realized they were missing so i called you..."

he trailed off and you took that as your cue to speak up. "oh..."

you could hear his smirk again, "yeah, oh."

"so i...maybe...overreacted a bit."

he chuckled, the sound warm even through the phone. "no kitten you didn't, i get why you were upset––but, you should have asked me about it first."

you sighed, "yeah, yeah..." you looked at the open containers in front of you, only now noticing the notes you put in them were gone––he must have taken them out to read them even though he didn't have time to eat––"wait a minute, if you haven't had time to eat..." you could hear him clear his throat awkwardly, "kuroo you haven't been eating lunch?!"

he laughed awkwardly, "um, i mean, i eat after work––"

"that's not the same!" you rolled your eyes, "i'm coming back over there and i'm bringing you lunch and you're going to eat it, understand?"

he poked his tongue to the side of his cheek. "okay, kitten."

you sighed, "you're lucky i love you."

he leaned back in his chair again, "oh could you bring one of the––"

you cut him off, putting one of the already closed containers back in your bag. "already on it."

he grinned, "god, i love you."

oikawa:

oikawa loves your cooking

and normally he scrambles home after practice to eat it

but this past week training was grueling and tiring, so by the time he came out every day, he was drained mentally and physically

and he was starving

he couldn't wait any longer as soon as he stepped foot out of the gym

so he went to the nearest takeout place, bodega, whatever to get something to eat quickly,, for the whole week

he thought nothing of it

but when he came home every night for a week straight saying he'd already eaten when you tried to offer him the food you spent hours making?

it hurt, a lot

so you decided you'd stop cooking

oikawa was aching to go home––he was exhausted and all he thought about to get him through the day was you, your cooking and your cuddles. he needed all three immediately. when his coach said they were all free to go home, he could almost feel a weight lifting off his shoulders.

he sighed loudly as he stepped into your home, peeling his sneakers off and setting his things aside. he padded into the house, going straight to the kitchen and frowned when you were nowhere in sight. he'd come home a bit early today, around the time you were usually making dinner.

he looked around and walked to the living room, smiling to himself when he found you sitting on the couch, looking for something to watch on tv.

you smiled up at him and greeted him, the sound of your voice making him feel warm inside. "hi baby, how was your day?"

he huffed and slid onto the couch, lying down so his head was in your lap. "don't even talk to me about the day i've had––i was thinking about you the whole time." he took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips to give it a soft kiss. "you got me through it."

he placed one of your hands on his cheek and the other in his hair, mumbling a thank you when you started playing with the slightly damp mess on his head. "mm that feels good baby." he closed his eyes and sighed contently, settling in comfortably to your touch.

after a few moments, he spoke up softly, trying his best not to fall asleep. "what's for dinner?"

"um i'm not sure," your eyes were focused back on the tv as you thought for a moment. "what do you wanna order?"

he paused and cracked one eye open, opening the other when he realized you weren't joking. "wha––order?"

you looked down at him and nodded hesitantly, "yeah? like takeout?"

he sat up abruptly and turned to face you, "what? why?"

you paused this time, unsure of how to respond. "well...every night for the past week you haven't been eating my food. i think it's fair for me to assume you don't want my food anymore."

he felt a piece of himself break on the inside, "oh angel..." he grabbed your hands, "no no––i love your food, you know that––i've just been so tired this week, i couldn't even wait to get home to eat, so i stopped by the nearest places with the boys." he scooted closer to you. "i'm so sorry i made you feel like i didn't appreciate what you do for me––i promise from now on i'll drag myself on my hands and knees if i have to to come home to you and eat––"

you laughed and shook your head, "tooru there's no need for that––"

he cut you off, almost offended. "of course there is! i hurt your feelings baby, i never want to do that again!"

you smiled and pulled him in for a sweet kiss that he quickly melted into. you pulled away to look at him earnestly. "it's okay babe. just...maybe tell me next time? i was just worried you were tired of my food, that's all."

he pulled you into his lap and held you tight. "i could never and will never be tired of anything you do for me, i promise." he kissed your cheek. "though it is my fault, i did miss your cooking this week––but if you're not in the mood to make anything i understand and we can still order––"

you shook your head, "i'll make your favorite, okay?"

he pulled you in for another kiss, "i really don't deserve you."

[weaselbrownie]

i was wondering if u could do one where draco fingers the reader under a blanket but like with people around

dw if u dont wanna write this ;)

underneath | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : draco fingering you while there are people around

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, praising, voyeurism (?), female receiving

word count : 2.6K

a/n : this was messy :(

MASTERLIST

It was the last night of winter break, tucked away in the screening room of the Malfoy Manor sat you, Draco, Pansy, Theo, and Blaise. It has always been a tradition to spend winter breaks at the Malfoy Manor. With Mr. Malfoy away, Mrs. Malfoy has always found it quiet to spend Christmas with her only son, and so she insisted that he brings his friends to stay over during the break.

"So no horror?" Pansy asked as she went through the DVD display,

"We're not watching a horror movie just for you to crawl into our beds at night," Blaise answered, walking around the room as he made red sparks from the tip of his wand, waiting for Pansy to pick a movie.

"Zip it Zabini it was one time" She huffed before turning back to search for other movies, blabbing about how Blaise is being an ass for not letting them watch a horror movie.

You, Draco, and Theo walked into the half-lit room, greeted by Blaise who jumped off the couch to snatch the snacks off of Theo and the blankets off Draco before walking back to the spot of the couch to wrap himself in a little blanket cocoon.

"Y/N! Look at this, can we wat–"

"No Pansy, we will not watch Poltergeist because once we're back at school you won't be able to crawl into Blase's bed and you'll end up crawling into mine" You crossed both your arms over your chest, your brows lifting like a mother scolding her child.

"Ugh, you're no fun" She rolled her eyes before going back to the stack of DVDs.

Theo left to help Pansy pick out a movie, leaving you and Draco by the big doorway. You felt his hand slithering up your back, taking hold of your waist to spin you around– facing him. You looked up to see his bright orbs staring down at you, the corner of his lips lifting into a small smile "So... back at school tomorrow huh?" He said pulling you closer until your chest met his,

"I guess..." You smiled at him, your hand coming up to glide over his covered bicep and to the back of his neck, locking them there to hold onto him. "...just a few more months and we're done with this" Your voice quietened, just above a whisper as your face neared his.

"I know pretty girl" Draco closed the space in between, letting his lips devour yours as he held on to you, gripping your hips to bring you closer to him. It was nothing new, your lips moving with his as if it was a rehearsed choreography, chasing one another in the dark room.

"Aight enough, we're watching a movie, not porn" A deep voice called out from behind. You let go of Draco and turned your head to see Theo crossing his arms in front of his chest, huffing as he smirked, tending his weight on one leg.

"Well if that is your idea of porn, that's pretty sad mate" A higher-pitched voice chimed into the conversation. Theo's smirk completely dropped as he swung to look at Pansy standing behind him, stifling her laugh as did the rest of the group.

You poked your tongue out to him, laughing as you made your way to sit on the couch with Blaise who was already munching on the snacks. "Alright, now can we watch the movie?" Blaise asked, opening another pack of chips to pass around the room.

Everyone nodded in response, moving around the room to find a comfortable space to sit. Theo and Pansy took the carpet as they always do, building pillow forts for themselves so they can slouch as they watch the movie. You got up from the couch to grab some blanket off the floor before walking back to your spot just to see Draco sitting there comfortably.

Leaning back onto the couch and stretching his arms out to the sides as he spreads his long legs. You didn't mean to stammer but your eyes widened at his sight, Draco fucking Malfoy looking so good without having to do quite literally anything.

He knew you were looking, licking his lips before giving you a sly smirk. "C'mon" he mouthed, patting the spot on between his legs for you to occupy. This happens regularly, you sitting on his lap or the spot in between, so there shouldn't be any reason why you should be nervous... right?

You slowly moved towards him, smiling under your bright red cheeks before sitting in front of him. Draco's arms wrapped around you almost instantaneously, the strong scent of peppermint and citrus dancing its way to the back of your head. The light in the room went out as the big screen lit up, playing the opening of the movie Pansy picked.

You shuffled in his arms as you adjusted yourself and the blanket on top of you, moving left and right trying to get rid of a specific discomfort right on your lower back. "Draco..." You whispered as you turned around in your spot– facing him. "...why are your pockets always full?" You crossed your arms in front of you, glancing to the side to make sure Blaise is paying attention to the movie.

"What?" Draco's brows furrowed as confusion took over him,

"Your pockets" You gestured down to the pockets of his grey sweats, your brows lifting, waiting for an answer. Draco looked at you as if you grew horns, biting his pink lips as he tries to understand what you are insinuating.

All of a sudden the corner of his lips lifted, forming a devilish smirk as his cold lengthy fingers traced your hips. "My pockets are empty, darling" He muttered, bending down to meet you face to face.

It was your turn to look confused, you weren't imagining it, you definitely felt something on your lower back earlier, "If it's empty, then what wa-" You cut yourself off mid-sentence, gasping as you felt the air in your lungs disappear, the realization washing over you.

Draco didn't move, his eyes gazing at your lips as your face began to heat up. You felt the warmth of his hands leaving your hips before feeling them again on the side of your face, cupping it slightly to pull you in for a brief kiss. You met his lips once again for a swift kiss before he pulled away, turning you to face the screen.

"Watch the movie, who knows... maybe something will happen that'll surprise you" His lips lingered on the shell of your ear as his arms returned to wrap over you. You still felt it, his hard-on poking you from behind but you brushed it off as he gave you a reassuring kiss on the side of your head and his fingers laced with yours under the blanket.

It was halfway through the movie when you felt his hand leaving yours, you didn't give it a second thought but it seems like his hand is sliding lower and lower until it came in contact directly in front of your heat– teasing you, knowing how much you crave for this right now.

It's wrong to do anything, your friends are in the room and not to mention next to you, but again you were covered with the blanket and it seems like they're focused on the movie. You seem to be in a battle with your thought, wanting to push Draco's hand away but you didn't have the stomachs to do so.

He picked up on this, bobbing his head to the side to see you staring off into the screen but not grasping anything that's thrown at you. "Can you be a good girl and keep quiet?" His breath hot, lingering on your ear as it sent goosebumps down your spine.

You slowly nodded, keeping your vision straight before you felt his warm hand slither past the band of your pants, resting them on your covered cunt. You kept quiet, not moving from your previous position as he continued his actions.

You felt him again, his middle and ring finger pressing into your clit as he drew slow circles through the material. "Seems like you're ready hm?" He murmured into your hair, feeling the wetness of your cunt through your underwear.

Your wet lips rolled in between your teeth, biting down on them to make sure nothing slips past, but he wasn't making it easy. By now he was rubbing rougher circles on you, pressing into your engorged clit as you tried to keep still.

His fingers continued their actions, moving to the base of your underwear to pull them aside, exposing your sopping cunt to him. "Stay still..." He whispered, his fingers leaving the piece of fabric to trace the outer lips of your cunt. "...I mean it" His fingers smeared the wetness around, making a mess inside your pants– more than it already was.

You slowly turned your head to the side, from another point of view Draco looks as if he was just cuddling you, wrapping you in his warm embrace as he enjoys a good movie. Whereas in reality, his fingers worked you, rubbing you in ways he knows you love.

"Watch the movie darling" He murmured, not breaking the eye contact he had with the big white screen in front of you. You turned your head back, leaning back onto him as you gripped his knee for support.

Draco used his middle finger to draw circles directly on your clit, the wetness of your arousal helping his finger glide easily. The warm and sharp feeling of pleasure started to build at the pit of your stomach, Draco drawing them out gently.

He continued his actions, rubbing until the grip you had on his knee tightens, signaling you were close. It was harder to keep your mouth shut, your chest slightly heaving up and down as you closed your eyes, getting ready for the pleasure to wash over you. It was right around the corner, your orgasm building stronger and stronger as Draco's fingers brushed fast circles on your clit, and before you know it,

"Y/N are you okay?" A voice pulled you out of the headspace you were in. Your eyes shot open and your head snapped to the source of the voice. Blaise sat next to you, his arms over his chest as he tilted his head to the side. His brows furrowed, trying to figure out whether you were alright or not.

Draco's fingers came to a halt as soon as he heard Blaise's voice, dropping the feeling of an orgasm that was about to hit. His head too turned to the source of the voice next to him. "You okay darling?" Draco asked dumbfoundedly, smirking as if he didn't just rub you in the same room as your friends.

Your mouth fell open, wanting to respond to a hundred different things at once yet none actually came out. "U-Um... yeah I–" You stuttered, your eyes wide open when you felt Draco's fingers leaving your clit to move down to your clenching hole. "...Fuck" You muttered to yourself when you felt him slipping his middle finger into you.

"You don't look so well" Blaise continued, reaching his hand out to place the back of his palm to your forehead. "You're a little warm Y/N, you sure you're ok?" His palm left your forehead to place itself on your cheeks.

You brushed it off, dodging his palm as you gave his hand a small smack. "I'm fine Zabini, don't worry about... i-it" Draco slipped another finger into you, driving it deep into your sopping cunt as you tried to hide the emotions on your face.

"Well, if you say so" Blaise shrugged, though he knows something is going on he quickly brushed it off, leaning back onto his end of the couch to shift his attention back to the movie.

You turned your head back as Blaise did, trying not to squirm as Draco drives his fingers into you, building your orgasm once again. You leaned back onto him as the both of you tried to move as little as possible.

"Good job angel" Draco whispered into your ear, his lips lacing with your cheeks as he gave your flushed face a small peck. His fingers started to drive into you faster, curling the ends of his digit to hit that spongey spot deep inside you at every thrust.

Your walls tightened around him, clenching unevenly as the tingling feeling returned to the pit of your stomach. "Dray..." You whispered to him, slurring out his name into a whine as it left your lips. The grip you have on his knee tightening, telling him you are close.

Draco's fingers slowed for a second, readjusting themselves as he rested the rough pad of his thumb on your clit, drawing circles as his other digits thrust inside you. Your breath started to become heavy again, his fingers working out a rhythm inside you.

"You wanna cum?" He asked, his lips lingering on the shell of your ear once again. You nodded slowly, not having the stomach to answer him– afraid to let out a moan for the entire room to hear.

You could barely hold it back, the euphoric feeling just behind his fingertips as he continued torturing you– making you wait for his instructions to cum. Your back arched slightly, lifting off his chest as you wriggled under his tender touch.

Tears started to gather at your waterline, immersing your sight as you tried holding back your upcoming high. Draco continued his actions, ramming his slender digits into you– making you feel all your emotions at once. "You wanna show me how me how you cum on my fingers angel?... go on" His soothing voice rung to the back of your head, permitting you to finally let go.

Your eyes fluttered close with his command, letting go of your high as the shiny gold stars danced on your vision, taking up the dark space. You wanted to moan out his name, show him how good he's been making you feel, but all you could do was bite your lips in silence, making sure to not let a single sound slip past your lips.

"There we go" His fingers slowed down, pulling you back to reality as you tried to catch your breath, your chest heaving up and down as he continued to run circles on your clit. "Good job angel" He continued, his whispers shooting butterflies through your body.

You leaned back onto Draco, letting him wrap his free arm around you as he stopped the movement on your sopping cunt, giving your clit a tap before placing your underwear back into place. You watched as his hand comes up from the blanket, moving slowly until he reached his mouth, letting his arousal-covered fingers slip past his lips– sucking them dry.

You watched him, wide eyes as he removed the blanket that covers the both of you, "Y/N isn't feeling too well, I'm gonna bring her up to bed" Draco announced to the group as he moved you in your spot, throwing your legs over his to pick you up bridal style.

"See, I knew it!" Blaise called out as Draco fumbles on the couch, readjusting the blanket to cover you again.

"Are you alright?" Pansy asked as she got up from her pillow fort in front of you, Theo following her movement as his face washed over in a confused manner. You hummed in response, your breath still slightly heavy as Draco got up from the couch, lifting you with his as if you weight nothing. The edge of Draco's lips lift up at Pansy's question, flashing his sly smirk to the confused and worried group,

"She'll be fine... I'll take care of her"

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[halloweenbitch2764]

I can request a scenario in which the reader is rescued by the police or by someone who cares about her and thinks she is saving from the Slachers (Brahms, Jason, Michael, Vincent, Bo and another killer of her choice).

What would happen next, would the Slachers go after their reader and bring them home with them? Would the Slachers cause a massacre with people who cross your path, perhaps?

((Note: S / O is not a victim or hostage of the Slashers, but his girlfriend)).

Absolutely! Thank you for the request and patience! I think family/friends will work better in these situations so I hope you don't mind! Also I'm gonna skip Michael because I can't come up with anything for him and the other scenarios are super long. I hope it makes up for it <3

TW: Violence

F/N: Friends Name

Brahms Heelshire

It had definitely taken some getting used to when it came to living with Brahms

Between the HUGE mansion and the man himself

But you adapted into the role and settled in relatively well

However, you dropped contact with outside people quite suddenly

The cell reception had became increasingly worse and the landline phone had finally given out

When you tried to leave Brahms would insist on you staying

Which left your brother quite worried (pretend if you don't have one)

After multiple failed call attempts he decided to visit the address you had given him after accepting the job

He continued to try and call once he landed

Sure he'd be annoyed if you answered but would be happy you even did

However you didn't

So he made his way out to the mansion and parked in front of you

You were busy doing some cleaning and hadn't heard the car door slam shut

Brahms did though

A knock rang from the front door and you answered it, seeing your brother in front of you

You were confused and questioned why he was there

"You haven't been answering ANY of my calls. What the hell happened?" He seemed more concerned than angry

You knew Brahms would have heard him by now and one major rule was "no visitors"

Your stomach dropped

"Oh, um. The cell reception here is garbage and I haven't had time to get a new landline." You partially lied

"Well I'm glad you're safe. Mom wanted me to stay for a few days if that would be alright. I hate to invite myself but you know how mom is."

Your stomach sank further

"U-Uh actually, I'm not allowed to have visitors stay. Really not supposed to have anyone stay at all."

He raised his eyebrow. "Aren't you just watching some doll? Come on, Y/N you gotta be lonely. This place seems huge."

"Just go back home and tell mom I'm fine. I'm gonna be here till my job is done. Okay?" You wanted to make him leave without worrying him or him seeing Brahms

However, you noticed his eyes shift behind you and then widen

Oh fuck

"Go. Home." You told him but he didn't have to be told twice, already halfway to his car

You turned around to see Brahms behind you and you figured his size was enough to scare your brother

You just hoped he wouldn't tell your mom what really happened

Jason Voorhees

You had been at Camp Crystal Lake with Jason for quite a bit before anyone came to see if you were there

Cell reception was basically nonexistent so you hadn't had contact with the world since you had decided to stay with Jason

Your sister (pretend if you don't have one) remembered how much you loved Crystal Lake though and wondered if maybe you had ran away to the abandoned and dilapidated cabins

You were just taking a walk when your heard a female voice screaming your name

You instantly knew who's voice it was

You hoped Jason hadn't heard, scared of what he would do to her for trespassing

You ran towards the voice and you thought your sister was going to faint when she saw you coming towards her

"Y/N?" She almost didn't seem to believe you were right in front of her

"Hey dork, what's up?" You asked, trying to seem casual

"What's up?" She seemed stunned and then angry. "What do you mean 'what's up'?! You ran away and then just act as if nothing happened?!"

"Hey keep it down. Look, I'm sorry. I just was tired of everything and decided to see if I could stick it out here by myself for a while. I'm trying to renovate an old cabin to make a sort of house and I don't want ANYONE knowing where I am." The whole story was pretty much a lie. "I was just so overwhelmed with everything I needed a getaway. Don't tell anyone where I am. Please?"

She was silent as she processed everything. "What about Jason? Isn't he supposed to kill anyone who lives here or roams here?" She was almost positive the whole story of Jason wasn't real but she was still curious

"Well I mean. I'm still intact so I'm gonna say he doesn't exist." You lied.

She nodded a bit. "I've just been so worried about you. Just...try and let me know you're okay ever so often. Alright?"

You nodded and she headed back for her car

Once she was out of sight you started to head back to the cabin only to bump into Jason's chest

You jumped slightly in surprise, not having heard him sneak up and explained that she was your sister

He nodded before bringing you back to the cabin

Vincent Sinclair

You were sitting silently in the woods with Vincent as a victim made their way into the small town, pulling into the gas station

You were fairly far away and hidden by the foliage but you recognized who stepped out of the car

He had papers in his hand with large red letters spelling "MISSING" on the top and your face under it

It was your friend

Well he thought of himself as your friend

You didn't mind him but he would act obsessive towards you, wanting to hang out as much as possible and even interjecting himself into conversations you were having

You knew he had good intentions but couldn't help but feel annoyed just by his presence

He walked into the gas station, likely to ask about you

You knew what would happen

Vincent seemed to notice how closely you looked at the guy

It was different from past victims

"Who's that?" He signed

"An old...friend of mine. Well, he thought we were friends. He got on my nerves." You signed back

Vincent nodded a bit as you continued, "He had a thing for me I think. He was obsessed to say the least."

Jealousy started to come over him at what you said even though he knew you didn't return the feelings

He'd make sure he wasn't made into a wax figure

Just tortured and then disposed of

Bo Sinclair

You leaned against the gas station counter as Bo worked in the garage as per usual

You were fairly sure it would just be another normal day

Nobody coming to bother you

However a car pulled up and parked by a gas pump, shutting off as someone stepped out

No

No it couldn't be

Your old friend

You hadn't spoken to her in years

She still looked the same

You didn't know if you hoped she wouldn't recognize you or that she would

She pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head as she pushed the door opened but stopped in her tracks as her eyes scanned your face

"Y/N?"

You reluctantly nodded and stood up, walking out from behind the counter

Tears welled up in her eyes as she pulled you into a hug to which you returned

"I-I can't believe this. We all thought you were dead!" Emotions swirled rapidly through her voice. Pain, excitement, nostalgia

"What?" You asked, confused

"I've missed you so much." She held you by your shoulders. "I didn't even mean to come here. I made a wrong turn and then was gonna come ask for directions."

Well that sounded oddly familiar

"Well I'm glad to see you. I'm alright. Just uh, decided to live here. I like how secluded it is." She turned to look at the side door to the garage as it was pushed open and Bo entered the room.

"Well hello there." He said in his normal charming accent, greeting your friend and seeing her as a victim. "Who might you be?"

"Oh this is F/N, she's been friends with me since we were in school."

He nodded a bit and she raised her eyebrow. "Well who's this Y/N?" She smirked

"This is Bo. He's my boyfriend. He works in the mechanics shop." You told her

She nodded and smiled.

"Well have a look around if you want any snacks. I gotta help Bo with something in the garage." You lied, tugging him into the garage and shutting the door behind you

"Do NOT hurt her." You sternly said and he raised his eyebrow

"I can't risk her telling people about this town." He responded.

"She doesn't even know what this town is. I think she missed the sign." You told him and he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose

"She could be lying."

You shook your head. "She won't tell anyone."

You walked back out and smiled at her, taking her money to pay for her snack

"You didn't see me okay?" She raised her eyebrow

"Some things happened that I don't want to get into right now but I can't go back for a while. Just let them think I'm dead and move on. Okay?" She nodded after a moment

"Have a safe trip." You said sweetly, giving her one last hug before she left