#like her having to grab some random shit in an emergency and use that

[starrysharks]

i push my penis into my pies or whatever corey taylor said

[peachsukii]

Operation: Shut Down

『♡』  fem!reader x bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ Senior year of UA | Characters are all 18 ꒱ ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡ summary: during their senior year of UA, midoriya, bakugo and todoroki return to endeavor's agency for senior internships. while on a supervised patrol, bakugo experiences his first 'failure' as a hero-in-training and takes it extremely hard. reader makes an attempt to care for his fragile state when he returns to the dorms. tags & warnings:  failed mission, ptsd/trauma, mentions of blood/gore/violence, depression & anxiety, mild angst, emotional comfort, semi-fluff, bakugo and midoriya hug!? a/n: similar to the "tidal wave" story, but this one is a bit grittier and heavier subject matter. hopefully this also isn't too OOC for bakugo! i figure at some point during their time at UA, or in the field, they’ll have to go through something similar to this on their own. ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 2,671 ꒱

Ahh, Saturday mornings - one of your favorite times of the week! There's something refreshing about being free from classes, surrounded by all your friends as you laze around the dorms. Yourself and Bakugo are usually the first two awake, often bumping into each other in the kitchen for breakfast. Midoriya and Kirishima are typically next, followed by a random assortment of the rest of the class. One thing's for certain, though, Kaminari is always the last one awake. Jiro swears it annoys the shit out of her that she needs to have an extra alarm to get him up, but he never fails to make her smile when she does.

Today, the dorms are on the quieter side as most of the class are off at their senior internships for a long weekend. You completed yours a few weeks prior, leaving yourself and Kirishima, Kaminari, Ashido and Yaoyorozu hanging around this weekend. Meandering toward the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal, you run into Midoriya, sitting at the small table - alone.

"Hey! I thought you guys were gone 'til Monday?" you ask, confused as to why he's back early. As you approach the table, you see the somber emotion painted across his face, the usual radiance in his eyes dulled.

"Oh, hey y/n. Yeah, we got back late last night."

There's something unsettling about the way he said "late last night." He still hasn't looked up at you. You place a hand on his shoulder to grab his attention.

"Everything okay?" He jumps a bit at your touch, startling you. He's not typically this jumpy. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Zu."

You can see he swallows nervously, his eyes glued to the table.

"Christ, Izuku! You're scaring me, spit it out already!" you urge, growing impatient with his evasiveness.

Midoriya finally turns to face you, his face not able to hide the fact he didn't sleep last night, the darkness growing under his eyes.

"It's Kacchan...," he starts, stopping for longer than you were comfortable with before continuing quietly. "He's in his room and hasn't come out since last night. He won't talk to me or Shouto."

Your stomach cartwheels with a sour feeling.

"You can't just say that and not give me more background on what the hell you're talking about."

He shifted uncomfortably in the diner chair, placing his head in his hands on the table.

"We were on a supervised patrol with Endeavor after dinner last night. The three of us were responsible for escorting a family across the city when Endeavor received an emergency call, taking Kacchan with him and leaving myself and Shouto responsible for the original task."

Midoriya paused, letting out a soft exhale.

"While on the emergency call, Endeavor ended up getting hurt -," he puts his hands up, waving them as he quickly interrupts himself to say he's fine before putting his head back down. "- due to a fall. Supposedly, the villain they were pursuing took advantage of that as a distraction. Kacchan was able to subdue him..."

Again with the damn pauses.

"...but?" You try not to sound too annoyed, but can't help it. You loved Izuku dearly, but he really needed to learn to get to the damn point.

"...but the civilian he captured wasn't so lucky."

What the hell does that mean?

Something in your gut tells you to sit down for whatever it is he's going to say next. You take the seat next to him, placing a hand on his thigh for reassurance.

"You...don't have to say anything if you don't want to, Zu," your tone shifting from your previous annoyance to concern.

He puts a hand on top of yours and gives it a squeeze. "T-thanks, but it's okay. Maybe you could try to talk with him? I had Kirishima try, too with no luck."

"Okay, sure. Do you wanna tell me what happened, then?"

You're not really sure if you should know, at this point. If Bakugo's locked himself in his room and refuses to speak to anyone? Some serious shit must have happened. He's not one to completely shutdown and isolate himself, let alone from Midoriya and Kirishima.

"The...civilian didn't make it. The villain planted a bomb inside of the civilian as, uh...a backup plan, I guess. It went off as Kacchan was escorting them to the ambulance for evaluation."

Your stomach stirs a second time, afraid to confirm what you think happened. "...so, you're telling me he saw someone...explode?"

He hesitates. "Y-yeah. Endeavor told us he went into shock, which isn't like him at all but completely normal, all things considered. He went non-verbal until we got back last night. He didn't even yell, told us he was going to bed, walked off and slammed the door."

"Fucking hell...do you know if he at least got some sleep on the drive back?"

"Funny enough, yeah. He fell asleep on my shoulder." He smiles faintly, trying to look at the positive in this situation. You can't help but smile, too, imagining Bakugo passed out on him without a care in the world.

Midoriya rubs two fingers against his temple - he's intensely fighting to stay awake. But who could blame him? His best friend just went through something extremely traumatic and he doesn't know the best way to help him.

You rub his back, attempting to calm his visible anxiety.

"Alright, I'll tag in. Please Izuku, go to bed. You need to rest," you assert, knowing that he would keep himself up until he physically couldn't stand if it meant helping a friend - especially Bakugo.

"Yeah. Thank you, y/n," Midoriya says wearily. As he stands, you jump up from your own seat to wrap him in a tight hug. He accepts, sighing into your shoulder as his body deflates into yours.

"Come on, I'll walk you back to your room."

───

After you walk Midoriya back to his dorm room, you go inside with him for a few minutes to be sure he actually gets into bed. He lazily crawls under the sheets, letting you tuck him in as his eyes are fluttering closed. You pat his head and mutter a 'night Zu' as you tip-toe to the door, carefully shutting it behind you.

Jogging up to the 4th floor, you make your way down the hall to Bakugo's room. You stand outside for a moment before knocking twice.

No response.

You give him a few seconds before knocking again.

Nothing. You don't hear any movement on the other side of the door, either. Maybe he's asleep?

One final try before you give up and resort to calling him.

Thudding footsteps are stomping on the floor from inside his room after the third set of knocks. The sudden sound shocks you as the door flies open, Bakugo's scowling face emerging from behind it, the whites of his eyes faintly pink in color. Has he been crying?

"God dammit, nerd! I fuckin' told you -," He doesn't notice it's you right away as he's shouting in your face. Once the realization sets in, he visibly recoils at his mistake. "...sorry. Thought you were Izuku."

"I could go dye my hair and draw freckles on if you wanna yell at me," you joke.

He doesn't laugh - not even an eyeroll.

Your heart sinks.

Neither of you say anything, standing there awkwardly as the air thickens between the two of you. Bakugo audibly exhales and you can't tell if he's annoyed, angry or...sad.

"Can I come in?" you ask humbly.

He says nothing, retreating back into his room - but, he leaves the door open for you. You take that as an accepted invitation, coming inside and closing the door behind you. He sits on his bed, knees tucked up to his chest as he scoots back to the wall.

Seeing Bakugo like this tugs at your heartstrings, despondent and detached, the opposite of any emotions he'd usually carry. You follow him to the bed and quietly ask permission to sit with him.

"Do you want me to sit with you, Kat?"

He doesn't move, just answers with a muted 'whatever.'

As gentle as you can, you climb onto the bed and shimmy next to him, back against the wall. You'll take this as a win, especially since Midoriya mentioned him not answering anyone else. You're about to say something as you hear a sniffle, confirming your suspicions.

Bakugo was and has been crying.

You reach over to put a hand in his hair in an attempt to comfort him. Instantaneously, he smacks your hand away - hard - and a spark jumps off his palm. Normally, he'd let you touch him without an issue - to an extent, of course, but right now? You understand why he wouldn't want any physical touch.

"Okay, I'll sit here as long as you want," you affirm, retracting your hand and pulling your own knees to your chest. "You don't have to say anything."

With that, the flood gates busted wide open. Bakugo whips his head in your direction, his nose red and eyes swollen, and frantically scrambles on to you. The two of you fall sideways into the pillows at the head of the bed as he wraps his arms around you into an awkward embrace. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, latching onto the back of your shirt with an ironclad grip as he begins to sob.

You have never heard him cry this hard over anything, not even after his fight with Midoriya back in their first year.

You don't wait for Bakugo to say anything before you're cradling him against you, one hand delicately stroking his hair while the other massages light circles on his back.

"I've got you, Katsuki, it's okay," you whisper soothingly while trying your damndest to stop yourself from crying along with him. You wish, more than anything in the world, that you could physically remove the memory from his brain to free him of this trauma.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll stay as long as you want."

He doesn't respond, only pushes himself deeper into your embrace. You can feel the material of your shirt sticking to your skin at your collarbone from his snot and tears, and you're definitely going to have bruises on your back from his fingers digging into you for support. None of that matters though in the moment, what matters is that he's getting the initial shock out of his system.

You're not too sure how long you both lay there, but with time, you can tell Bakugo's calming down by his sobs mellowing out. His body begins to loosen up, the tension melting from his tightened grip around you. And then you hear it - a low snore.

He'd fallen asleep.

You tilt your head back to get a look at his face. His features have relaxed around his puffy eyes and pink nose. Without thinking, you run a hand through his bangs, exposing his forehead and press a tender kiss to it. He doesn't stir and continues to take deep, sleepy breaths.

───

Bakugo wakes an hour later, dazed and exhausted. When he starts to shift in your arms, you open your eyes. You give him a hearty smile as he releases his hold, rolling onto his back next to you.

"Mornin' sunshine. How're you feeling?"

He snorts as his eyes focus on the ceiling. "Like shit."

He pauses before looking back at you. "But less than before. Thanks. I'm just fuckin' tired."

"You scared me, I've never seen you that upset before," you admit. "You don't have to talk about it now, or ever, just know that I'm here for whatever you need."

"I don't even know what to say about it. Shit sucked, but it's what we signed up for." He's very monotone, but at least he's talking.

You roll over to face him. "I'm sorry you had to see it."

Bakugo sighs. "'S what it is. I'll get over it. Endeavor told me the first one is the hardest, better to get it outta the way before becomin' a pro."

Damn, that made your heart ache.

"Just 'cause we wanna help people doesn't mean we can't also ask the same for ourselves. Heroes need a hero, too."

He lolls his head to the side and stares at you, a gleam in his tired eyes. "...yeah."

The room is silent as the two of you take a break from the rough conversation. If he doesn't want to continue talking, you don't push it. Instead, you offer a distraction.

"I'd love to take you hiking today, if you're up for it," you say with enthusiasm. "I know how much you love that one trail nearby with the overlook of the city."

Bakugo felt his heart flutter at the proposal, confusing the hell out of him, but offered a sense of comfort that he needed. He loved that you remembered something so niche about his interests.

"Maybe tomorrow."

"Sure! You tell me how early you wanna go and I'll get my ass out of bed. Just for you," you tease, jokingly smacking his arm. "We can get lunch on the way back from the hike, too. Wherever you wanna go!"

Between the swirl of emotions from earlier and how sweet you're being to him now, he's overwhelmed with a feeling he can't quite place.

"Y/N, can I ask you something?" he asks abruptly.

Well, that came out of nowhere.

"Always, Kat. What is it?"

He stalls his follow up, seeming to think a little longer on how he wans to phrase his question.

"Why...are you here with me?"

His question baffles you. "Because you're my best friend?"

Best friend, he repeats in his head.

You notice the pondering look in his eyes as he turns to face you, shifting to lay on his side.

"It's because I care deeply about you, Katsuki. Nothing'll ever change that."

"...promise?" His voice is shaky, a nervousness to his tone.

You reach out and touch his cheek, stroking it lovingly with your thumb.

"Is that even a question? Yes, I promise. You're stuck with my ass forever, like it or not. I’ll be cheering for you every step of the way."

He laughs - genuinely.

And then he smiles. Your heart soars into the heavens.

"There's my favorite firecracker!" you boast, squishing his cheek in your hand.

Bakugo huffs at the sudden affection, a dusting of pink on his cheeks and nose.

"Th' fuck?!" he curses, playfully poking your forehead. "I'm not a firecracker!"

“Coulda fooled me, Mr. Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight.”

The two of you play fight, cackling like children as the tension melts from the room.

Even if it’s just for a little while, Bakugo forgot about the agonizing dread from hours ago.

───

Later on in the dorm lobby, you’re sitting on the couch with Bakugo, feet in his lap watching TV as he’s reading a book. Midoriya comes prancing into the room, fresh faced from his nap. His eyes brighten when he sees Bakugo on the couch.

“Hey guys! Kacchan, how are you feeling?” he asks cheerfully, taking a seat on the couch next to him.

Unexpectedly, Bakugo wraps an arm over Midoriya’s shoulder, tugging him into his side.

“Fine, nerd. Thanks.” He lets go, puts a hand on his head and roughly fluffs his curls - just like when they were kids. Midoriya is so taken aback that he doesn’t say anything, he just smiles and relaxes next to him.

“What are we watching?”

You lean sideways to catch a glimpse of the boys together on the couch, co-existing without any negativity. Even after all the shit life throws at them, they still find ways to shove it all away to enjoy each other’s company. Sometimes, they just need a little help getting back to that mentality.

A silent huff escapes you as you lay back into the couch.

These boys are going to be the death of me.

i love these goobers and wanna buy them a lifetime’s worth of ice cream and take them to disney world to make them happy :’)

[puppetmaster13u]

For any of your cryptid batfam AUs. We know Batman thinks criminals are superstitious and cowardly. So how superstitious should most Gothamites be? What are some of the superstitions and things they do because of that? And what random BS do the Bat kids do to actively encourage the superstitions because they think it’s funny?

Vibrates in headcanons.

Okay, so, this is less just the criminals of Gotham- a lot of goons are just trying to put food on the table after all- and more of, Gothamites in general. Like they have good reason to be superstitious.

Like everyone already knows about the Court of Owls, if nothing else then from the Rhyme they use to get children to behave. But Gotham? Is Weird with a capital W even in canon. There are literal streets that disappear and only reappear on certain days, areas where on specific days gravity just doesn't work right, several portals to hell have been opened just in Arkham alone, and there's enough curses and cults to smother any other place.

Funnily enough I am actually currently working on a story that focuses a bit more on the superstitions of Gotham lol. Like a lot of this stuff? Not shit you're going to see in the more tourist-esque spots, but those are death traps already.

Now a lot of the habits and myths of Gotham start out as a thing about Survival. It started less with things about the Bats and more about the Rogues and how to survive.

Tiny plant boxes meticulously cared for, after one noticed how plants react when Ivy is around. They line the windows of almost every home despite the smog, and some even pray through them for their Mother to not attack today.

Small scarecrow dolls, made of grass balls and cloth hang from overhangs on roofs with rope like a hangman, a charm in hopes that the one walking the streets will leave them alone. It ends with some claiming that if you rip the head from the body of cloth, the Scarecrow will come for you.

Small candles and lanterns begin to appear on the windowsills of children, their own homemade batsignals. Some say if you're very good, gifts will appear beside it, while others claim that if you're very bad, the Signal will appear and take you away.

Tiny shrines appear on rooftops over the years, meticulously carved statuettes within. It started with one for the Second Robin, and some whisper about how the Red Hood emerged from it, was reborn through their prayers and gifts. Now there are more, offerings ranging from snacks to child's drawings to figures of clay. No one dares take things from it, the last time someone tried... well, let's just say it didn't end well.

The thing is? The Bats don't even have to do much to encourage this, and don't usually even do it on purpose.

Everyone knows what happened to the ones who tried to be a vigilante. They know of the first Batgirl, humanity slowly dripped away the longer she huddled in the Bat's shadow until she was twisting around just like it. Any child who had been making their own costumes, their parents burned it that night, terrified that the Bat would take their children to be its own next. The small child, everyone knew about him, a wee little thing with a camera clutched against his chest. They all saw him run after the Bats despite the protests, saw him run towards the Bat as bodies crumbled before it. They saw him grab its arm with such tiny hands, and the Bat, grieving, stopped. They all saw the Bat whisk him away, and once more whispered to their children to never follow the Bats into the shadows. They know of the girl cloaked in amethyst cloth, who chased after them despite the warnings and pleadings of others. She disappeared, and the faceless thing of chittering laughs that raced the Robin that appeared in her stead... Everyone knows what happens to those who offer themselves to the Bats, knowingly or not.

Robin can mimic voices, their own childish giggles and clicks echoing across the stone slipping into another's words. What is merely a game to them is horrific for anyone wandering the streets in the dark of the night. Some say that it can steal your voice permanently if it so wished.

Everyone in Gotham knows that the Bats aren't human. Oh they might mimic and pretend to be as such, or even had been at some point, but they're confident they aren't. Even if they put on an act outside of Gotham, corpse-like skin gaining hints of color like blood is actually rushing through veins, everyone knows that's what it is. An act.

The Bats themselves? Well, it keeps their civilian identity safe- and the shrines have helped them get children out of bad home lives and to safety, so they're not going to just... not encourage it.

[weldingmetal]

Just read Miko going feral (absolutely loved it btw) and now I have a question. How would the bits react to adrenaline?

For example: In the middle of dealing with decepticons, Jack breaks his arm but is the only one who doesn't notice it because he's too focus on getting Miko and Rafael out of harms way.

Thanks for the love ❤️ I did do a post about this already but this scenario is too juicy 🤭😋

Here ya go enjoy. ______________________________________

A Boys Rage

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It was chaos.

The children got kidnapped yet again by the Decepticons. Team prime found them and now they’re duking it out by some random mountain.

But Jack doesn’t care about that. All he cares about are the other that he would be proud to call family out of harms way.

As he ran past bots and cons alike he tried not to curse Miko’s name. Although she was the cause of this mess she couldn’t help that she was found by Starscream when her host parents took her to a concert and decided to camp out instead of staying in a hotel.

He tripped over a rock. Miko and RAF stopped to look back.

“It’s okay you guys-! Ahh!”

A rock from a scuffle above fell on his arm while he was down. The other humans rushed to him before both getting scooped up by a vehicon.

As the con started to walk away Jack saw red. He ripped the rock off his arm like it was nothing and he took off.

The con noticed him too late as Jack dug his hunting knife into the con’s inner working of his ankle, sparks and blue glowing energon flowing.

The con shrieked and dropped Miko and Raf. Jack Grabbed the arms and took off running. Bulkhead saw that they headed to safety into the forest and commed Ratchet to open the bridge.

When they finally were safe in the base Jack thought he would pass out, he felt giggly and wobbly.

Ratchet came over and leaned down. He looked annoyed but also concerned. So normal Ratchet behavior.

“What in Primus’s name happened. How you three attract trouble will forever be beyond me. Let’s get you three checked up.”

Jack scoffed, “D-don’t worry Ratchet. I’m good.” He said with a thumbs up.

He put his thumb up only to be confused by Ratchets shocked gasp and Miko screaming her head off.

“Holy shit Jack! Your arm!” She said pointing to the arm Jack was using to give a thumbs up.

He looked down and saw that his forearm was bent. It looked at it and instead of feeling pain he just felt grossed out.

“Huh”

Ratchets eye twitched before he grabbed Jack and sped walk to the medical area.

“”huh” that’s all you can say!? For primes sake you broke your arm.” He said as he was gathering supplies to set his arm.

Although he spoke harshly Jack could tell he was confused and concerned. “Don’t worry Ratchet I’ll be fine. If you can’t fix me Mom can and besides I don’t feel anything yet.

At that Ratchet stopped. His face showed how he was cycling through emotions before slowing turning to Jack. “You…can’t feel it? Jack this is serious. You don’t need to lie to make me feel better.” He said has he continued to gather things.

Jack shook his head, “I’m not lying. I’m just high on Adrenaline.” Ratchet dropped the small human anatomy book he was holding and sharply turned to Jack, “High on what!?”

“Adrenaline, it’s the chemical that helps us with survival. Raf and Miko were in danger it just happened…….ow…Ok now it’s starting to hurt.”

At the last part of Jack’s sentence Ratchet snapped out of it and got everything ready.

“Are you sure that you should realign my arm Ratchet? N-not that I don’t trust you it’s just…”

Ratchet sighed, “Jack, your arm is broken. It’s an emergency that needs to be dealt with now.” Jack looked up at Ratchet as he practically pleaded Jack to let him treat him. However, Jack wasn’t sure if Ratchet could tell how bad this situation was.

“Ratchet I do trust you, but it’s not that I want my mom it’s that I want to be sure that whoever treats me sets my bone right. That and I am almost positive you don’t have any morphine or strong pang killers. My bone won’t heal wrong or fall off in the 45 minutes it will take to get me to a hospital.”

There is a moment of silence as Jack can see the gears turn in Ratchets head. Ratchet leaned down close to Jack and spoke softly, “Jack, are you 100% positive that you will be better if I were to take you to a hospital? That your injury is dire but that it does not need complete immediate treatment?

At Jacks reassuring nod Ratchet sighed and transformed for Jack to get in. After Ratchet drove out of the base stopping to tell Miko and Rafael were he was going. He turned on his sirens and sped away to the nearest hospital, the one June worked at.

On the way Ratchet couldn’t help but ask, “Jack, what caused your adrenaline to kick in?” There was silence before Jack answered, “A con grabbed them….he was going to take them…I couldn’t let that happen…I was angry and it just…happened…” Ratchet did not say anything else until they arrived.

“Make sure you tell your mother exactly what happened.” As Jack walked inside Ratchet wished with all his spark that he could go in with him.

An hour later after parking June went into the parking lot to thank Ratchet and to tell him that Jack would be spending the night.

Ratchet would have loved to return to a quiet and calm base…..he instead arrived to chaos.

He first heard Arcee yelling, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY JUST LEFT!?

Followed by a distressed Bulkhead, “Jack’s arm broke Miko! How could he possibly be okay?!”

“I understand how Jack perhaps would rather be treated by his own kind. But to disregard such a serious injury is unlike Ratchet. There must be more to this situation than we know.”

It was at this moment he walked in and made his presence known, “Optimus is right; however, even I don’t completely understand.”

He held up his hand before the bots could make any assumptions, “Despite the seemingly obvious severity of Jack’s injury he assured me he was better off being treated by human doctors who could give him what I couldn’t.”

Arcee furrowed her brow, “That makes no fragging sense Ratchet.

Raf spoke up, “Ratchet do you know how to tell the difference in bone fractures? As in how bones can break?” He shook his head. “Then Jack probably knew that he could be better diagnosed by one of our doctors.”

“I don’t know nothing Rafael, I know that you need a splint to help the bones heal straight.” He huffed. “But that’s only for some fractures, what if he needed a metal wire in his bones or what if the bone broke into a lot of pieces? You wouldn’t know and Jack wouldn’t be treated how he needs. Plus he probably needs strong painkillers and I know we only have ibuprofen.”

“I’m confused.” Bulkhead mumbled, “Is this or isn’t it a bad injury? How couldn’t Jack feel it if it was so bad? Was it that bad?”

“Because we were running from those crazy cons Jack got supped up on adrenaline so he didn’t feel it that much.” Arcee spoke in a concerned tone “Why would humans possess something that would make them not feel pain? Seems kinda of counterintuitive.” Arcee said utterly confused. Miko had tried to explain the unknown phenomenon to the bots. So she looked to Raf as if asking to continue for her

“Adrenaline makes it so we can survive, if we weren’t in that situation Jack would have noticed. A broken bone is a bad injury but it is not life threatening. It’s just really painful.”

The bots looked as if they were trying to decide whether they understood or were still confused and concerned.

“Thank you for explaining Rafael and Miko. I believe I speak for the rest of us when I say we will look into the affects of adrenaline and make sure we are more prepared in case any of you receive any injuries. Bulkhead, Bumblebee, please take the children home. I will tell Agent Fowler why Miko is not with her guardians.”

As Miko and Raf were driven home they couldn’t help but worry for Jack and the bots. They had no idea what they would find while exploring the internet.

To Miko’s dismay she had to try and convince the bots that “No I’m not and adrenaline junkie and I don’t follow you guys just to feel high.” While Raf and a casted Jack laughed their asses off.

[dollsbakery]

‘ Softly Glazed ‘ - KiriBaku x Fem!Reader

TW: Angst, Screaming, Fighting, Lovers Quarrel

( The boys notice how down you seem, they seemingly make things worse. )

As you pulled into the driveway, a string of curses came flying out as your car stalls and gives you more grief than it ever has in the past. Turning the car off, you rest your head on the top of the steering wheel as you hold back a swarm of tears. Almost everything and anything that could’ve possibly gone wrong today, did. First, a random man bumped into you on your way to work, spilling coffee down your newly bought silk shirt. Then, you endured an extremely tough battle with a villain whilst on patrol. Not to mention the heaps of paperwork at the office, the difficult new sidekicks who couldn’t comprehend even the simplest moves, and the jerk who wouldn’t leave you alone once your shift finally finished. The last reason made you grimace at the thought of it. Nothing upsetting or scary about a random man stood in-front of your car waiting for you to leave your workplace, refusing to let you get into your OWN car until you give him his number. The part that scares you the most was when he attempted to grab you, luckily Pro Hero Hawks was just around the corner and came over to prevent the man from advancing any further.

Pulling your keys from your purse, you opened the front door and slammed it shut behind you, kicking off your shoes into the nearest wall. A sigh made its way past your lips, as you headed into your kitchen, eager to find a snack to finally purge your hunger. As you stepped into the kitchen, your shoulders tensed once again as you scanned the room for a single clean spot. There was not a single place on the counter that was not covered in dirty dishes. Your head turns towards the hallway, where you watch your two boyfriends emerge from the back of the house, whom were both covered head to toe in what seemed to be flour.

“Y/N! Your home! Would you mind helping us clean the dishes?” Kiri flashed his beamy smile, which would usually make your heart melt. Not this time however.

“No.” You deadpanned, as a slowly deepening glare made its way onto your face. Kiri’s smile quickly dropped, as it was replaced with a frown. “Jeez, who put a stick up your ass huh?” Katsuki deeply chuckled, unaware of your freshly watering eyes. “Now get over here and help us clean up, we’ve made a mess.” Katsuki smirks, as he looks over towards you.

“I’ve had the fucking worst day ever. I’m hungry, cold, tired, my body aches, and all I want is some ramen and a fuckin’ bath. That is YOUR mess that YOU TWO MADE. I DON’T EXPECT EITHER OF YOU TO COME HOME AFTER A SHIFT AND FUCKIN’ CLEAN THE KITCHEN DO I? NO.” Your hands pull at your hair as you scream at the boys, one whose’s face grows more and more guilty, and the other’s who gains a harsher scowl.

“We just asked for some help cleaning the fucking kitchen. Don’t get your panties in a twist. Hah, I mean your day wasn’t that bad, I can guarantee it. Did someone not put enough sugar in your coffee? Oh! Did the wind ruin your hair whilst on patrol?” Katsuki bursts into a fit of laughter, gripping his stomach with one of his hands. “Katsuki! Don’t say that! Y/N we’re really so-“ Before Kiri could finish his sentence, the harsh sound of a door slamming broke Katsuki from his laughing fit. He looks towards his other partner, who has a disappointed look on his face. “Suki… didn’t you see the coffee stains on her shirt? And don’t you remember Hawks messaging us about asking if Y/N is okay, we never asked what that was about? Or what about the fact her face was puffy and red, she was clearly crying before she came home..” Kiri’s voice trailed off, as Katsuki’s face turned red from embarrassment. ‘How could I of not noticed all that shit. Fuck.’ Both boys turned to their phones and began bombarding Y/N with messages, begging for the girl to return home.

“May I have a single room for one night please? I’d like to check-out late as well. Ah, do you still have room service running? I know it’s late but I’m just so hungry and-“ The woman in-front of you waved her hands, giving a soft smile as she did. “Please, I can tell you’ve had a rough day my dear. We know who you are, your Pro Hero Y/H/N. The room will be on us, I’ll get room service to arrive to your room once you’re settled in. Thank you for all the service you do for us. Please, stay as long as you need.” Tears welled up in your eyes, as you endlessly thank the first person who showed you any type of kindness throughout the whole day.

After polishing off your food, and finally settling into bed, you glance at your phone, mentally arguing with yourself on wether or not you should message the boys. You had turned your phone off when you had left the house after the argument. All you wanted, was to come home to your boys, be smothered with love, and doze off into a peaceful sleep. Instead, you felt as if your feelings had been completely disregarded, and that they only viewed you as a woman who gives affection, then cleans away as soon as she’s finished her chores. After what felt like hours, you finally rolled over and decided to turn in for the night.

As you thanked the hotel staff for their kind gestures (and heavily tipped them all), you sat in your car, anxiously tapping the wheel. Finally, after turning on your phone, you watched as hundreds of calls and messages bombarded your phone.

Finally, you pulled back into your home drive away and pushed all your pride aside. Deciding to go in with a stoic face, you entered the house, and was met with blissful silence. They aren’t home. Quickly, you ran upstairs into your room and changed into the comfiest pyjamas you owned, heading back downstairs and plopping down on the couch with a blanket thrown across your body. Turning on Y/F/S, you snuggled into the blanket and relaxed into the soft couch.

As you snuggled into the warmth that covered your entire body, you blissfully let a sigh of relief out. You felt so warm, almost to warm. As your eyes fluttered open, you was met with a tray placed on the coffee table in-front of you. A mug of hot chocolate, and your favourite flavoured donuts was laid out infront of you. Turning to your side, you saw a face full of regret. Katsuki. To your other side was Kiri, whom radiated of his regular comforting vibe. “Hey Y/N.” Katsuki mumbled. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, refusing to look at either of them. “Look Y/N I know we fucked up. Mostly me. I’m sorry, and I love you. I should’ve cleaned up my own mess. I know you had a shit say yesterday, and we’re here to listen.” Katsuki gave a soft, but very awkward smile. As you turned to face Kiri, he took your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to face him directly. “We’re here when you wanna vent Y/N. And we always will be. We both love you a lot. Katsuki and I even made your favourite donuts! I know it’s not much but we wanted to make it up to you with more than just words.” You gave a soft smile, as you looked towards the homemade treats laid out for you. “We went out looking for you earlier, and when we came home we saw you passed out of the couch. We ran you a bath as well, it’s got all that smelly shit you use in it. And.. we got you some new fluffy pyjamas since we know how much you love them.” Katsuki spoke softly this time, his hand edging closer to yours every so often. You turn to face Katsuki and give him a soft kiss, then turn to Kiri to give him the same treatment.

Katsuki wiggles himself up closer towards you, and puts his arm round your shoulder as he encourages your head to lean on his shoulder. Kiri leans down and lies across your lap, taking your hand and playing with your fingers. This is what you wanted yesterday. But now is better than ever.

[iantimony]

tuesday again!

many problems … turning on the gravity check box did not, in fact, fix my simulation. woe.

listening: I saw Sammy Rae live last weekend and it was. fucking phenomenal. thank you random stranger from [redacted] who sold me her tickets. literally one of the best shows of my life. I am still reeling from it. they did a cover of Amy Winehouse's 'Valerie' as part of the encore and it was so good too.

in other news, Cascada has released a new album and it's a cover album and it bangs.

Call Me - Cascada: a brainworm of the week for sure.

I also listened to some The Reign of Kindo because they're an opener for The Dear Hunter tour rn and while I'd listened to them before I had forgotten what they sounded like. (wanted to go to one but it didn't end up working out, that hurt to miss, I'll have to do their next tour for sure)

Sing When No One's Around - The Reign of Kindo: just noticed the comments on this video are turned off ?? weird.

reading: Break-up of Steinger, Iscoe & Greene reads like a Grisham novel: GOD I love weird hyper-local drama.

agnito by Raxheim: tlt fanfic. symbolism, TM.

watching: newest monster factory … some Stephanie Lange who mostly does, like, beauty standards bad style content but makes for good background noise

The Men Who Promised the Impossible: Unlimited Energy by BobbyBroccoli: academic drama!!!!!!!! this one is truly wild, I had heard of it before I think but I love a video essay about shit like this.

We Get Grabbed By A Ghost At Trans-Allegheny Asylum by Watcher: I mostly stopped watching buzzfeed unsolved after their whole streaming service debacle but this got put on as crafting background and I enjoyed it! might start watching more of their stuff again. (I just noticed that I called it buzzfeed unsolved still even though they're their own thing now, oops,)

playing: fallowwwwwwwww. unless we count french horn. I got a new mouthpiece (it was half the price of the futon I got) (it's a cheap futon and a slightly expensive mouthpiece) and I am shocked and embarrassed by how big a difference it is making in my playing. you're telling me the dogshit no-name mouthpiece I stole from my band teacher in high school isn't cutting it??? crazy.

making: I made my cat a cat bed :) it's just two rectangles sewn together with a long rectangular strip as the side. I used some random canvas that I bought at some point for ? tote bag purposes ? I don't remember. the best part is I was FINALLY able to utilize the frankly ridiculous amount of fabric/thread/yarn/etc scraps/old clothing that's too fucked to get donated/etc that I've been saving specifically for stuffing pillows. worked really well, also put some plastic bag scraps in there because she loves lying on plastic bags and so far she definitely likes the crinkles of it. pictured in the photo is the weird I-think-polyester that was wrapped around my walmart futon when it was mailed that I shredded and used as stuffing.

my bird bowl emerged mostly victorious from the kiln!!!! I say 'mostly' because there's a weird spot on the rim where the clear glaze just didn't stick? so I daubed a little more on and put her back on the shelf. but yay. glazed two shallow planters that I'm not super sure what I'll put in yet because they are quite small but we'll see.

eating: made this NYT recipe of sheet pan miso chicken with radishes and lime but also added sunchokes with the radishes and no lime because I forgor. very yummy. will sustain me for the week and now I have more raw chicken thighs in the freezer for future cooking.

after the Sammy Rae concert we stopped for bubble tea for the drive home and I got a "mango pomelo sago" that was really just a smoothie with boba bits in it, it was very very tasty.

misc: speaking of academic drama: one of my friends is dealing with some frankly insane academic drama rn that I am soooo popcorn dot gif over. I can't ever say anything specific about it on here because it will immediately doxx me but if you want tea send me a DM it's so wild

[imjusthereforthegayness]

PSA

Please make sure you have something with you that can be used for help or emergencies. At times I truly hate having my phone on me. It’s a deep seated love hate relationship. And while I did make this post so that I could get my thoughts and feelings out I also made this so that the next time someone does something they bring a “safety net”. This could be as simple as walking to your mailbox, going to the neighbors, getting something from your car. Please just remember to grab your keysfor the car door, flashlight for the dark, phone for emergencies, etc. and if you do what I’ll end up doing on many nights which is not listening to my own words either way do your best to stay safe 🩷

(And yes, I do feel like one of those people who have the most random and rare thing happen to them but then make it their life mission to inform EVERYONE.)

TLDR; I got my thumb stuck in my car door with no keys or phone. Got helped after about 10 minutes.

Trigger warning: Finger injury, blood, shitty writing

Car 1 Me 0

I came home after shopping at 11 PM. I went inside for the first time and accidentally locked my car with the audible arm chirp going off. (My father heard this and recognized it as “okay she’s home”) I then went back outside to grab things out of my car. I set my phone and my car keys on the bannister next to my front door.

I walked off of my porch, passed my father’s car, and arrived at the driver side of my car. As I was locking up I turned off my car lights and went to shut the door. I manually locked the door, this is where it’s fuzzy I don’t remember how I shut the door if I gently pushed the door shut or slammed it with my hip - I frequently do both.

By the time I saw what was happening it was too late I couldn’t move my hand. My left hand had been turning the lights off and locking up and my right hand was on the side of the car where the door shuts on. Again, a bit fuzzy but I feel like my whole hand was there and for some reason I didn’t move my whole hand in time just my main 4 fingers. Maybe that bits wrong. Either way, the next thing I know my thumb is stuck in the door and that’s when I realized I’m utterly screwed. I’m screaming for help, blood curdling screams. I’m begging, pleading for anyone to help me.

Visible representation of mwah

I tried my best to stay calm and think of different ways I could get out.

- [ ] Even though my phone was out of reach I was desperate for Siri to work. This MFer wants to work if I say something stupid like SERIously but not in this situation. I’m assuming she was too far away or didn’t recognize my voice. It sucked though because, while I assumed she was too far away, I couldn’t be sure. There’s plenty of times where I’m in my house in a completely different room, I call her name. No response but I continue with my request of “play music” and she does. I was hoping that I just couldn’t hear her response this time. This was in fact not the case, she definitely couldn’t hear me or didn’t recognize my voice. I think the reason it sucked the most was because each time I tried I had this hope bloom in my chest, lingering thinking that I couldn’t hear but it was working. Each time I was crushed because it kept failing.

- [ ] I tried slamming on the car to see if the alarm would go off. Apparently, it doesn’t cause I was beating the shit out of this thing with no response.

- [ ] I also tried breaking the window to no avail. As I jokingly said later, sad day to learn I don’t have super strength. I was looking for anything that could break the windows, not a single rock in sight. I attempted to reach the tire to see if there was anything, even the tire pressure cap, that could come off and break the window. Because of how I was positioned in the door it wasn’t even remotely possible.

- [ ] I tried prying the door open for even a little bit of room but alas still not she hulk. Bummer. Thumb part but mostly no she hulk part.

- [ ] I even attempted to just pull my thumb out. That was definitely a no go. I can’t find a visual representation but I feel like I’ve seen it in a movie. It felt like the skin was going to just rip right off my thumb…which duh

Me when I explain this to everyone:

Finally, I hear my dad’s voice but it sounds angry and startled. (At this point thank you sweet baby Jesus to my dad but also to my OCD for making me have to keep shut doors slightly cracked open which is probably one of the main reasons he was able to hear me) And now back to our regularly scheduled program. I’m screaming, pleading, begging for him to help me. He doesn’t understand what’s happening. He’s trying to rush to me but I can barely get the words out. He has to turn around to get the car keys off the banister. He said he thought people were outside fighting. I can tell he’s scared, understanding finally that something’s wrong with me. He got the key, comes around the side of the car and finally sees my hand. He’s hesitant to open the door, later saying he didn’t know if somehow it would be worse but that either way the door had to be opened. The door opens and I’m still howling. He brings me inside but now I’m feeling it, reaaaaaally feeling. It. In reality though, while the physical pain was present that’s not what was making me the most upset. I was so thankful I had been heard.

Don’t get me wrong at times I was cursing everyone like “why can’t anyone hear me???? You’re telling me you’re that heavy of a sleeper? Your walls are that thick? Etc” but then when I sat there I was realizing if my dad, who is a LIGHT, sleeper couldn’t hear me for that long how could I expect anyone else to in a way? People are heavy sleeps, are deaf/HOH, have sound machines, TVs, fans, etc. I get it, it was still a scary realization.

Later as he’s talking to me he says something about “well I’m assuming you weren’t screaming the whole time”. I couldn’t lie. I told him I was. That I had been screaming as loud as possible and that’s why I was scared. No. One. Was. Hearing. Me. He looked so sad, like he let me down. I felt so bad, it broke my heart. I feel kind of silly, it’s not like he saved me from dying but I kept/keep saying it anyways “thank you so much for hearing me dad”, “thank you for getting me”, “thank you”. I truly mean it because if he hadn’t I don’t know if anyone would have.

And while I get that 10 minutes is no where near 7 hours and a thumb can seem inconsequential ….while I was experiencing the first 5 minutes I didn’t know it wasn’t going to be 7 hours. It’s so crazy to think about now.

At times I truly hate having my phone on me. And while I did make this post so that I could get my thoughts and feelings out I also made this so that the next time someone does something they bring a “safety net”. Keys for the car door, flashlight for the dark, phone for emergencies, etc. and if you do what I’ll end up doing on many nights which is not listening to my own words either way do your best to stay safe 🩷

On a funnier note,

A few days after turning my car into my own personal torture device I’m seeing my niece. She’s said once or twice “I’m so sorry that happened”, checked on me, made sure I was okay, etc. Later in the evening it gets brought up and at one point my sister says to me “god, that’s so crazy. I can’t even believe that happened” to which my niece then says to me “yeah how did that happen? you’re an adult aren’t you?”

My response but with more giggling

[kittenchancorruptionarc]

Derek wasn’t sure how much more he could take from Fox’s…strange fanbase. He didn’t mind stripping naked for his unhinged chat members, it fed into the pride he has for his body further really…but being forced to slice his wrist open?!

These people are fucking INSANE!

Good thing the beastkin kept an emergency first aid kit in his streaming room, as the blonde quickly grabbed it and tore into it as he took out some rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and gauze.

He got to work on patching up his wound, not wasting ANY time so he wouldn’t potentially bleed out. Thanks to Derek often being on babysitting duty for his siblings when he was younger, he’s got some decent first aid knowledge…

He sighed in relief after the treatment worked, despite the rubbing alcohol making him hiss and swear under his breath. But…

God, his wrist still hurt like a BITCH.

“You…you mother FUCKERS…” Derek spat at the chat, grabbing his scattered clothes as he sloppily threw them back onto his body “You’re all fucking PSYCHOTIC! Yeah…I’m fuckin’ done here. Thanks for the money though, assholes!~ Might get myself another car since my last one got totaled…stupid fucking cunt didn’t use her turn signal…”

He went to open the door to make his way back to the elevator, and to the waiting room and act like nothing EVER happened here. “Just make up some shitty excuse for the cut, sliced myself on the chair or somethin’…”

Before the bratty man could make his great escape, a silhouette had already opened the door and was glaring at him from the doorway, making his blue eyes WIDEN as his heart sank to his stomach. Judging that the shadowy figure was VERY short with noticeable fluffy ears on the top of his head…

There’s no doubt this was Fox. He’s been caught red handed.

Oh shit.

“U-Uh…h-hi!!” The bottle blonde stuttered out “I was just…c-checking this place out because I was bored! That’s all!”

“Hmm…” Fox’s voice BOOMED across the room “Really now? Because…” He started to walk closer to the other, effectively backing him up against a wall as he held up what appeared to be his cellphone in the boy’s face “I have evidence that says otherwise, Goffard.”

The older man’s clawed finger tapped on a random app icon as Derek’s activities on the stream are revealed to be archived, he quickly scrolled past everything he’s done including the forced self harm, the stripping game…everything. He turned pale, his pupils dilating, sweat beading down his face…

Oh, he’s SO FUCKED.

“Well? What do you have to say for yourself, young man?” Fox put his phone away and crossed his arms, looking unamused at the others actions. “Are you just going to stand there and cry like you ALWAYS do when you get caught pulling your bullshit? Hmm…or maybe…you’ll actually act like an adult take some responsibility for once?”

“Um…I…g-Well…” Derek stuttered before his flight response kicked in “Uhhh…THINK FAST!” He used his tanned fingers to pull back the beastkins suspenders and let them SLAP harshly against his nipple areas, making him let out a loud groan in pain and grab onto his chest as the other FLED into the hallway, the stench from the cells not even bothering him anymore as he was just focused on getting the HELL out of there as he ran and ran…

Before he felt a strong, familiar hand tightly grip onto his shoulder that made him stop in his tracks. When he turned, he found out that hand belonged to his father, Mr. Goffard.

Oh…

OH GOD NO.

“H…Hi dad!!!” Derek stuttered “U-um…I wasn’t doing ANYTHING!! Don’t listen to w-what that old fuck says to y-yo-“

“Can it, boy.” His voice was gruff, stern, you could tell he wasn’t having ANY of his sons bullshit today. “I already know what you’ve been up to in there. I’m not believing anything YOU tell me this time. Care to explain yourself?”

“W-WELL YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN SO GODDAMN LONG IN THAT MEETING! GOD, YOU ALWAYS DRAG ME HERE THEN EXPECT ME TO DO NOTHING! I’M NOT A FUCKING ROBOT DA-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEREK!” He grabbed the boy by his shirt collar “YOU THINK THAT’S A DAMN PROPER EXCUSE TO STRIP DOWN AND SHOW EVERYONE YOUR-“

“GENTLEMEN, GENTLEMEN, PLEASE!”

Fox SHOUTED from across the hall, making his way to the arguing father-son pair as he tried his best to diffuse the situation to an extent. “I believe you’ve scolded your son enough, Mr. Goffard. Let’s calm down…” Derek’s father sighed and put him down, his son taking in deep breaths due to how his shirt collar choked him as his dad turned to the other “You’re right, sorry about that. You know I get…frustrated with him easily.”

“Mhmm, I’m very much aware of that. Let’s focus more on…

Deciding what his punishment shall be for making a mockery on MY livestreams, shall we?”

“Mm…good idea.”

The two towered over Derek, their eyes piercing into him as a nervous smiling formed on his lips.

“H…hah…oh I’m fucking SCREWED.”

EVENT END.

((I’ll let you all use your imagination on what Derek’s punishment is! I think it’ll be much more fun that way. Any asks that mention your own interpretation on his fate will be correct ;] ))

[whumpshaped]

who wants to hear the insane dream i had that im gonna write a drabble based off of

tw murder, gore, wacky dream stuff

i was at my grandma's with the two dogs, in front of her house, and suddenly i see blood on the little one's paw. and i'm like holy shit there's a little cut. it's bleeding. it's all over the place. and then somehow i follow the blood trail and my gaze lands on... guts. guts by the door. and blood all on the wall. and i follow it up. and there's a fucking corpse on the roof.

i tug on my mom's shirt and tell her holy shit there's a corpse on the roof. what the fuck what the fuck. we quickly try to get the dogs away from there. we grab them and go to another place away from grandma's. we distantly know it's the neighbour's doing because he's mad that we moved away and wants to kill our dogs.

we're inside now somewhere. i see the neighbour walk through the front door like he's a visitor, all smiles. i point and scream IT'S HIM IT'S HIM and no one really listens. they say they can't do anything because he's being friendly. then he walks past my mother and stops behind/hovering over me (i'm lying on the couch) and then leans down and tries to strangle me. someone gets him off me while i flail and try to hit and scratch him. when he's off me i hit him so hard that i actually knock him out cold. i hurt him some other way too but he's not dead just battered.

my mother is calling 112 (hungarian emergency number). i'm crying and saying he's still alive and if the police come and protect him then he'll stay alive and come after us again. parents don't listen and leave with the dogs in hand. i see the ambulances and the police arrive. i think to myself "i have a few minutes. they don't need to know what happened, it's just me here."

i start choking him but realise it'll take too much time. i think back to what i read abt snapping someone's neck but because of dream mechanics i can't gain enough momentum. so while grabbing his hair i push him face down onto the floor and step on the back of his neck/upper spine so hard i hear it crack. my shoe goes through the soft part at the bottom of his skull. there's brains and blood on my shoe.

i stumble out of there. i leave bloody footprints everywhere. i'm going insane, i just killed someone. i pass the police on the way down, they ask me "miss? miss? is everything ok?" they bring me outside in a blanket. i'm in a trance. i say it was self-defence. i know there's no way they'll believe that with how i brutalised the body. i get into an argument with a random old lady who makes fun of my mother for doting on the dogs. i tell her i just killed someone and i will do it again because it doesn't matter anymore. the police drag me away as she runs.

i wake up in a hospital next. its huge. no one tells me where anything is and i get lost immediately. i'm stumbling around in my hospital gown trying to find the room a nurse told me to find. no one gives me directions. i feel like i'm going in circles. i can't even find my room anymore. i wander into areas i shouldn't. i'm so fucking anxious. i just killed someone. why am i in hospital. where are my parents. where am i. why isn't anybody helping me.

i woke up without finding the room

[whumpcateyes]

Whumptober day 7 - Only for emergencies(“It’s us or them”)

I drew a thing for day 6, so im still good on days, yippee!!

Summary: making a desperate escape, Cassidy has James use his clairvoyance

cw: Nausea, dissociation, injury(mostly to knees) if there's anything else please let me know

CLUNK!! Cassidy swung her bat again. It connected with someone’s chest. She was panting by now, but she grabbed James’ arm and dragged him down the hall. “Goddamnit, man! Move!!”

He stumbled, that same blank expression on his face. She yanked him forward, “You wanna fucking live, right??!!”

“Y-yeah…” His voice was hoarse and he blinked rapidly, trying to pull himself together. 

Cassidy shoved him to the ground as a bolt of energy whipped overhead. “Son of a-“

She turned to its origin, another security officer was charging them from down the hallway. They were yelling something, the words didn’t matter, only the magical energy that twisted around them as they cast another bolt at her. She caught it with her bat and charged them, letting it fill the runes carved all over the weapon’s surface, though it still jolted her for a moment, sending a static-like shock into her hands. She winced and kept running, angling the bat so that the ice rune was facing the officer as she swung it into their legs. They tried to dodge her, but the rune activated and an icicle spiked from the wood, piercing the officer’s knee. They cried out and collapsed with a satisfying CRUNCH!!!

James cried out behind her, covering his ears. Cassidy didn’t wait for the call officer to recover their wits and attack again. She sprinted back towards him, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him back to his feet. They ran through the next door, the cramped halls opened up into the main warehouse. Shouting and alarms echoed in the space, only dampened by the shelves of various random goods that Cassidy didn’t stop to examine.

She could feel the exertion catching up to her. She was sweating hard and breathing harder, James looked like he was about to pass out. They needed to hide. She weaved through rows of shelves until the security lost her, then clambered over a pile of boxes, pulling James into a little hollow that could hide them. She knelt, pulling him down with her and slapped a hand over his mouth before he could say anything. He nodded, getting the message and she let go.

Footsteps pounded by, they held their breath. They passed into the next aisle. For the moment, no one knew where they were. Cassidy tried to make a plan, they were surrounded on all sides and it was only a matter of time before the security noticed their prey’s footsteps were absent from the cacophony. There were too many for Cassidy to fight off. She was good, but also they’d gotten lucky that no one had pulled a gun yet, she had a feeling that wouldn’t last. They needed a big distraction, something to draw everyone away. She was awful at aerial runes and verbal incantation was a no go right now, not like she was good at that either. James was good at aerial, but he wasn’t in any state to cast. Even if he had any energy to use, his hands were trembling too much to use as a focus.

She cursed under breath, wishing Mel was here. They were the only person(well, half-person) she knew that could cast magic at a distance, something to do with their deity heritage. She looked at James, he was half-deity as well so he had some kind of special ability.

She got up to his ear and whispered, “Remind me, what’s your freak-magic?”

It took him a few seconds to respond, struggling to process her words. It was hard to hear his rasp over the din, “cl-clairvoyance… -ish… I can… see or- or know… stuff… that I- I shouldn’t be able to…” he trailed off.

“Fuck.” She tapped on her thigh, trying to come up with something to use that for, “I was hoping you’d have the same shit as Mel.”

“sorry….” He looked genuinely apologetic, she flicked his forehead.

“Shut up with that. I need you to help me out here.”

Clairvoyance would be incredible to use, but that entirely depended on their reaction time to avoid getting caught and James wasn’t in any state to stay on top of a well armed security force. They needed to even the field in some way. “Can you see where the security is, or find us a way out?”

He shut his eyes tightly, then a soft glow started flickering under his eyelids as he focused. Cassidy had seen something similar with him before, his eyes sometimes glowed when there was danger he didn’t know about. But the light was weak now, and it seemed to take all his focus. He reopened his eyes, breathing a little heavier from effort, “I… I can- but…”

She cut him off, a plan coming to mind, “Could you see them if the warehouse was obscured?”

“M-Maybe…?”

“Okay. I have an idea. I flood the place with as much fog as I can, then you keep us away from the bastards and lead us to an exit-“

He grabbed one of her shoulders, though his grip was so weak it was kind of pathetic. “I don’t know- I don’t think I can… it….” He tried to think of a description of the sensation of seeing outside of his body, that weightless, numb feeling that started to nauseate him after only a few seconds. Especially when he had to move or talk at the same time, “I wouldn’t… I- I couldn’t keep up…”

She caught the desperate look he had, “We don’t have much of a choice- it’s that or I die and you get caught…”

He shook his head, trying to get across how impossible it would be, “…I’d have to k-keep m-my eyes closed…. I…”

A shout echoed through the warehouse, “They’re here somewhere! Start checking the shelves!”

Cassidy grabbed his shoulders and shook him a little, “All you have to do is direct me. I’ll keep us moving, so you can keep your eyes closed, but we have to go now.”

She pulled a black marker from her pocket without waiting for his response. There wasn’t any time left to convince him. She started drawing the overlapping circles and symbols to force the water vapor to weigh itself down into fog. It was already stupidly humid, so she hoped it would be enough. When she was done, she slapped a hand in the center, focusing as much magic as she could into the rune, the ink started to flake and separate, replacing itself with pure energy.

The air started to cool and drops of water started beading on the metal shelves, condensating and running down. You could almost feel the air sink, and fog started pooling around their feet. The shouting got louder and more frantic as people started noticing the fog. Cassidy kept pushing until it was as thick and tall as she could get it, a wall of white that towered overhead. She could barely see James less than a foot in front of her. He was shivering and had his jaw set to stop his teeth from chattering. His eyes were shut, and that slight glow had returned. She stripped off her hoodie and handed it over to him, he jumped in surprise and stared at her, then muttered a quiet “thanks…” and slipped it on over the ratty tank top he’d been forced to have on for the past few weeks. Despite his height, the sweater was massive on him.

He pulled the hood over his head and tightened the strings until most of his face was obscured. He looked stupid, but Cassidy suppressed her urge to say anything.

She grabbed his hand and her bat, then aimed her leg to kick over a box and run, “You ready?”

“N-no… but… there’s no one in this row right now… we sh-should go left-”

“Great!” She kicked the box as hard as she could then sprinted out into the aisle, James followed along, using his free hand to cover his eyes even more. 

“How far?” She hoped he would understand the question.

He bit back the lightheadedness as best he could, “r-right at the next intersection-“

She ran harder, angling right as soon as the turn came into view. James stumbled, then yelped, “Two of them!! B-Behind!”

Cassidy heard the crackle of energy and flattened them against a shelf, a bolt shot past, inches from her nose. She swung her bat in their direction, filling the ice rune once more and launching a small volley of hail back at them. She heard a few pieces connect and kept running.

James switched between holding his breath and panting, trying desperately to keep his footing while sight switched rapidly around the warehouse, focusing on every noise and relating that to the floor plan in his head. “L-Left! Now!” 

Cassidy veered left, dragging them down a different row. Footsteps passed by through the fog, she was unsure how many. She was pretty sure they were almost to the wall before he told her to go right. Then a series of rapid turns until she was sure they were going in circles, but she put that out of her mind, trusting James to find them a path. She was the workhorse, she was the warrior, the machine to take them where they needed. 

“GET TO ANOTHER ASILE- NOW!!”

They weren’t at an intersection, but Cassidy could hear the panic in his voice. She half dove, half rolled into a shelf, throwing them both through a shelf. They tumbled out the other side just as a hail of gunshots tore through where they were moments ago. James gagged and covered his mouth, then pointed to the left with a shaky hand, “SW-SWING!!”

Cassidy swung as hard as she could, not bothering to stand, no time to charge a rune. Her bat connected with something and it collapsed with a scream. She was running at the thing before it hit the ground, almost tripping over the guard’s broken leg. “Jump!”

James leapt over the fallen guard, though his legs gave out when he landed, forcing Cassidy to catch him under arms and started dragging. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket, theoretically, the signal that Leena had arrived with the car. She couldn’t check to make sure.

“I- I can’t!” James tried to get his footing, but he was moving too slow, too out of breath to keep up. 

“It’s fine!!” Cassidy growled and all but threw him over her shoulder, barely slowing down. He was lighter than she thought, which was especially considering he had been skin and bones before he’d been taken. He yelped again and grabbed her t-shirt as tight as he could, trying to refocus on the warehouse layout and push down the spots that were dancing in his eyes.

“Right!!”

Her shoulder clipped the corner of a shelf and she stumbled for a moment. More rapid directions, then he had her swing again, clobbering another guard, but not before a high speed jet of water cut a gash into her hand. She winced away, dropping the bat with a clatter.

There was no time to go back for it. They were almost there. Three more turns, before James told her to go straight until they hit the double doors. She bolted into the blinding daylight, slamming into the doors and flinging them open. Leena’s convertible was idling a hundred feet away, but they made it. Bullets and spells riddled the doors and they all had to duck as she stepped on the gas, roaring through the field and making the sharped u-turn possible. 

James slid down into the footwell, covering his mouth with both hands. Cassidy flopped on the seats, trying and failing to catch her breath. Leena didn’t bother saying hello, just sped along until they hit the road.

Eventually Cassidy could breathe enough to speak, “Where’s Mel?”

Leena’s voice was tight, “Busy. Check your texts.”

[darknessawaits28]

~The Planet of Nexzrion~

Hello again my lovies! Hope you are having a wonderful day! I wanted to give you a random sci-fi story about a planet full of men and no woman in sight until one day a woman and her AI companion crash landed on it. Who knows what might happen and who they might find on this strange planet? :3 :3 Thank you for taking the time to read my story and enjoy my lovies! And thank you again for all your love and support!

>Chapter 1: The Crash Landing<

"Beth, I'm trying everything in my power to circumnavigate the ship safely, but brace!" the AI shouted.

Hearing the word 'brace,' Beth ducked under the center console, shutting her eyes tightly and protecting her head from a concussion. Suddenly, the ship crash landed on hard soil, Beth only recieving minor cuts and bruises.

"Shit" she groaned as she slowly got up from under the console, pushed some of her curly black hair out of her face, and then looked around her ship, seeing most of the materials had fallen lose, electrical wires were exposed and running hot, everything was just a disaster. "Alpha, damage report?" "Alpha?!" Beth turned around to face the console and saw that it was not powered.

"My apologies Beth, I can not connect to the ship, so I had to eject myself into the android" A robotic voice spoke behind her.

Beth quickly turned around to face the womanly robot that Alpha had taken refuge in. "Oh damn, I'm sorry Alpha that you have to be contained in such a small space."

"No need to fret Beth, it is better that I am here and not somewhere else unwanted." "The damages to the ship are quite extensive, but can be repaired."

"Good, thank you Alpha." "We have to repair this ship fast before Johnny finds out that I left the group" She sighed as she slammed her fist on the console to get the view in front of her. "A-Alpha, is this planet atmospheric levels okay to breathe in?"

"A moment, scanning-yes, the atmosphere has a steady supply of oxygen, perfect for breathing." "However I do suggest that you bring your BBCS (biometric bionic containment suit) in case of an emergency, it has everything you need in case you are infected, injured, or hungry, as you like to call it."

"Ha, ha, don't make fun of my eating habits okay" Beth chuckled as she rushed over to her biometric locker and opened it, pulling on the suit. "Okay, let's see if we can find something or someone to repair my ship."

As Beth headed towards the back of the ship, she stopped in her tracks, "Alpha?"

"Yes?" Alpha responded.

"Do a scan to see if there is any life on this planet?" Beth worriedly said.

"Scanning, a moment-I'm sorry Beth, but I am unable to verify how many lifeforms are on this planet, there seems to be more than a hundred."

"What?" "Shit, better be careful then" She spoke softly, grabbing the latch that opened the hatch door and pulled on it, the back of the ship opening to view a beautiful sight of trees and funny enough, a lake. "Hmm, well, we have a water supply in case I get thirsty."

"A word of caution, filter out the water first before you drink it, who knows what organisms could be floating around in this body of water" Alpha warned Beth as she slowly walked out of the ship.

"Yes, thank you Alpha, I know" Beth rolled her eyes, pulling up the holographic display on her arm, trying to see if she could find suitable materials to repair her ship. "Huh, it says here there is a cave not too far from here that has cobalt, lithium, and other materials we can use to repair the ship."

"Sounds good, lead the way Beth, and don't roll your eyes at me next time" Alpha snickered, giving her a light slap on the back of her head.

"Hey!" Beth grasped the back of her head, making a funny face at her and then headed into the dim lit forest.

As the two walked, Alpha cautiously scanned around her, making sure that nothing dangerous was around that could potentially harm Beth.

"You see anything Alpha?"

"No, but keep your guard up, who knows what rare organisms are on this planet."

Beth nodded as she held her guard up, making sure she used all her senses to look around.

Without warning, a strange arrow shot in their direction, "Watch out!" Alpha warned as she tried to block the arrow from hitting Beth.

With quick thinking, Beth pulled out her shield and blocked the incoming arrow. "Get behind me Alpha" she ordered, Alpha obeying and going behind her.

"Show yourself coward!"

"What are you, and why are you trespassing on our lands?!" A masculine voice spoke from beyond.

"I am not trespassing, I crash landed on this planet, and require materials to fix my ship!"

"Beth I don't think you should converse with this person" Alpha whispered.

"Quiet Alpha please, let me talk to him, maybe we can come to an arrangement of some kind."

Within seconds, the masculine voice appeared from behind a tree, holding a bow and arrow, "Women?" he gasped, not believing his eyes.

Beth and Alpha both looked at each other in a confused manner, unsure as to why he was shocked to see women before? But as Beth adjusted her sight, she saw how the man was dressed, in primitive clothing, some sort of paint on his face, and weapons that couldn't possibly stop her (bow, arrows, spikes, etc).

"What the hell is your problem, have you never seen a woman before?!"

"Beth I do not suggest approaching this man with such a threatening tone of manner, maybe he simply has never seen technologically advanced people before?"

"Alpha please" Beth sighed as she made her shield disappear and slowly walked towards the man. "I mean no harm, but why are you shocked to see a woman?" she repeated herself in a less threatening manner, according to Alpha.

The man quickly checked around him to make sure no one else was around him and rushed towards the two, "Not here, follow me, and quickly" he spoke as he signaled them to follow him.

"Alpha?" "Calculations?"

"A moment, calculating-our chances of survival following this man is 95 percent."

"Hmm, good enough for me, I guess" Beth gulped, not liking this idea one bit.

[facefullofsadness]

how could my day be bad when I'm with you?

university!au

gf!winter x reader

prompt - you've been wanting to go the aquarium because you need your jellyfish-sight-seeing-fix! and so your girlfriend minjeong does it for you

content - fluff! (facefullofsadness NOT writing smut? YES), a little rushed? like I fr forgot how to write chat..., time-skip, not entirely proofread, short! (kinda bad...)

wc - 1422

a/n - mid-writing, I realized this is literally just miss perfectsunlight's fic but with minjeong and jellyfish instead of aeri and seals... so read that one too cause it's veryvery cute and lovely

god, how I love minjeong.

but she is so goddamn stubborn! I told her not to get nor do anything for my birthday coming up because we'd both be way too busy with school to celebrate it, but the glint in her eyes whenever either of us bring it up is distracting. for the past few weeks she's been like this, and I know she's plotting.

and so when I woke up this morning, day of my birthday, and she wasn't lying next to me, I already knew something was up. she strolled in with a sweet grin on her face and a tray of food in her hands.

"good morningggg~~~!!!" she greeted, kissing my forehead.

"jeongie, what are you doing?" I grumbled.

"not even a good morning back? rude!" she huffed before having placed the tray of food on my lap, "eat!"

it was an arrangement of different breakfast food she had cooked up just before I had awoken. I couldn't stop the small grin emerge onto my face as I looked up at her expression, minjeong nibbling at her lip a little as she observed me.

"well, I know you don't really like breakfast foods, but it was all we had..." she nervously explained.

before I grabbed her hand to pull her closer and thank her, she slipped away and perked up, "oh! wait!"

she ran out of the room and I heard rummaging in the kitchen before her small impactful steps were heard stomping back to our room. her hands were behind her back as she dragged her feet back to me, shit-eating grin on her face.

"whatttt???" I rolled my eyes.

she pulled out a candle and stuck it into the pile of pancakes, other hand lighting it with a lighter. she snuggled up next to me and looked at me with that glint in her eyes.

"happy birthday y/n," minjeong smiled.

I grabbed her chin and pulled her in for a kiss. she tasted sweeter than the sugary breakfast she prepared for me, maple syrup and pancakes unable to overtake the sheer taste of minjeong on my tongue. however, she pulled away before we got too passionate.

"as much as I would love to indulge in you, we have such a busy day ahead love! so hurry, eat up!" she excitedly stated.

I rolled my eyes at her, but her energy was so endearing even as she got up from my side and ran around to pick outfits for us.

"jeongie, what are we doinggggg?" I grumble as her hands cover my eyes, her standing behind me.

she giggles near my ear, filling my stomach with butterflies at the sound of her laugh, "if I told you, it wouldn't be much of a surprise, would it?"

"but I don't even like surprises!"

"and I like doing stuff for you but not all of us can get what we want!" she sighs and places a kiss on my cheek, "just trust me y/n-ie, mkay?"

we walk together some distance after getting out of the car, minjeong having driven us to a random location. I had absolutely no idea where we were and it was a little unsettling, the unknown making me uneasy. she must've sensed my discomfort, whispering sweet reassurances into my ear.

"it's okay baby, don't worry, it'll be so worth it." her voice was so soft and comforting, making me lean further into her relaxing touch.

the surroundings got quieter and it felt a little more chilly, realizing we had entered a building, hearing out footsteps slightly echo throughout the seemingly empty room.

"where the actual fuck are we jeongie?" I nervously chuckle, hearing my own laugh reverberate against the walls.

"well, why don't you find out for yourself hm?" I hear her say with a smile in her voice, gently dropping her hands away from my face.

"open up."

and when I opened my eyes, I felt my breath hitch in my throat. behind a huge glass pane were sections of jellyfish separated by species as they swam gracefully through their tanks. I felt my body float, the warm feeling of love swell in my chest it almost hurt.

I felt minjeong's warmth come closer to my body, her face against my shoulder as I feel her lips form a smile, "how'd I do?"

my eyes water as I reach for her hand, not tearing my sight away from the beautiful view in front of me, "I love you."

her soft giggles against my body make a tear fall down my cheek. she shifts herself in front of me, coming into view and cupping my face.

she kisses the stray tear and coos, "I didn't want you to cry!"

the pout on her lips disappears as soon as I smash my own against her's. I immediately melt completely against her hold, her hands holding my face so tenderly and precious, making me feel like I was the only girl to ever exist in the universe. she felt so good against me, our mouths moving perfectly against each other, like it was meant to be just our lips to touch one another's forever.

and we kiss, we kiss until I can't breathe, we kiss until minjeong smiles cockily against my lips and I pull her away annoyed.

her smirk makes me roll my eyes, "I love you too princess."

"c'mon, there's so much to see!" she swings my arm excitedly.

"baby, don't tell me you rented this whole fucking aquarium..."

she looks around and scratches her head with her lips pursed. "are you actually insane kim minjeong?"

she giggles, "maybe, for you."

she grabs my hand and drags me through the various exhibits. the more we tour, the more I realize, it's a specialty aquarium for jellyfish.

"well, I know how much you love them! so why wouldn't I make your birthday special? for my bestest girl?"

she pulls me in for another kiss, leaving it at a simple peck and smiling at me.

"but I think you're missing the best part..." she points towards the tank behind me.

turning to meet the exhibit full of crystal jellyfish, one of my favorite species.

"come, let's look at them," minjeong drags me to the window pane and I watch them, mesmerized.

there we were, watching the jellies dance through the water, maybe for minutes turned hours. I had blocked out all noise, completely in love with the beautiful creatures swimming about in front of me.

"jeongie... did you know that these jellies can expand its mouth when feeding to swallow jellies more than half its size?" I begin to ramble mindlessly.

she hums next to me, "wow, I didn't know that. tell me more love."

"well, when they're disturbed, they give off a green-blueish glow due to their light-producing organs in its' outer bell. there are like more than 100 of them in there."

"fascinating. a shame they shine so prettily when they get disturbed, no?"

"it's true, they must shine brightest just before harvestation of luminescent aeqorin which they use in neurological and biological experiments to detect calcium."

"oh no, I guess such a thing is necessary right?"

"mhm, it's important for research and helps us know how to take care of these species. they're so pretty aren't they?"

"yeah, so so beautiful... you're so smart y/n-ie," I turn towards minjeong, her eyes fixated on only me, a serene smile on her lips.

I blush at her gaze, "how long have you been staring?"

"I've never stopped to look away from you."

I try to look away but she catches my chin, facing me towards her, "and I won't ever stop looking at you. I love you, you're all mine."

she leans her forehead against mine, "got that?"

I hum in response. "I got this for you, before I forget."

she reaches into her small bag and pulls out a card, a cute little illustration of a jellyfish on it.

"jeongie..."

"open it cutie."

flipping open the card to see a stupid little message that read:

you make me go all squishy inside, so don't be jelly, you're the only fish in the sea for me!

and next to it, a little keychain of a moon jellyfish, another one of my favorites.

"okay yeah it's fucking stupid but I love being a little silly you know-"

"it's perfect," I interrupt her.

she sighs out a breath of relief, "good."

we lock eyes, "you're perfect. happy birthday y/n."

god, how I love minjeong.

[nightowlfandom]

Noctis Lucis Caelum- Anything For You

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...

“Good girl.” you smiled as the yellow feathered Chocobo ate from your hand. “Eat up, you need your energy.” you scratched the top of her head as she squawked gratefully.

“Y/N are you still here?” the farmhand, Faye emerged from the stables to find you. “Do you not have any other plans?”

“Trust me.” you began to laugh. “I’d much rather scoop up giant bird poops than deal with my personal life right now...or lack thereof.”

“Well isn’t that somethin- Is that the crown prince I see?” she looked past you which made you follow her eyes. “It is?! Prince Noctis on my Chocobo farm. Quick! How do I look?” 

“Like a farmer.” you laughed in reply. “Perhaps get the shit off your boots.”

“Damnit! I should have worn my new ones.” She began wiping the bottoms of her shoes against the grass. 

“Faye, he’s just a prince. I don’t know what’s so great about him anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “He seems like an asshole from what I’ve seen of him.”

“You’ve never even met him.” she put her hands on her hips. “Maybe you’ll like him!”

“Sure, whatever you say, Faye.”  you laughed. “That’ll happen.”

...

“Ugh why are we here anyways?” Noctis rolled his eyes as Ignis pulled up to the famous Chocobo farm.

“Because!” Prompto snapped in reply. The blond male didn’t even wait for the car to fully stop before he jumped out. “The eggs are supposed to be hatching today and I want to be the first to capture a picture of those featherless faces!”

“Of course.” he scoffed. Noctis liked Chocobos, sure. He just didn’t think an idea of a good Saturday morning was to spend the day at a bunch of dirty, smelly, stables, for a bunch of unhatched eggs no less. “Great.”

“I suggest you fix your face, the farmhand is here.” Gladio grunted, hopping out of the car. “Wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings.”

“Whateve-” Noctis turned his head towards the loud squawking when his eyes landed on you. You were feeding a random Chocobo while talking to that farmgirl who ran the stables. “Woah.” he felt his heart flutter. Who were you?! He heard you laugh from where he was and felt his heart stop. Your laugh, it was beautiful.

“Yo? Who is that girl?” Noctis scrambled out of the car, nearly falling on his face. He tried desperately to fix himself up. “Specs?”

“I believe she frequents the shops not too far from here.” Ignis replied in his usually cool manner. “I believe she is also a friend of that Dino character we run into from time to time.”

“No way. Her?! Friends with that-” Noctis shook his head in disbelief. He found it impossible to walk forward. Gravity was stopping him. He didn’t even notice everyone else walking ahead of him. He had never seen you around before but he wished he had. “Woah....”

...

You were still chatting with Faye when a group of guys ran up. One of them held a camera and looked as if he were about to explode. You had no time to register the camera flash. Good think he captured your good side.

“I AM HERE FOR THE EGGS!” he declared. His abrasiveness surprised you. Was he talking about the new hatchlings? 

“Ummm-” Faye looked scared. “You here to volunteer?”

“Heck yeah I am!” he explosive blonde looked as if he was about to piss himself from excitement. “I WANT TO HOLD YOUR CHOCOBOS!”

“Alright! Keep your pants on. Follow me. Y/N, you’ll be good here right?” Faye asked, seemingly frightened by the giddy young man. 

“Yeah.” you stifled a laugh. “I’ll be just fine here.” you shook your head as the man ran full force for the stables. You were about to go about your business when a black haired boy stumbled up to you. “For a royal, you’re pretty clumsy.” you stifled laughter.

“Huh?!” he looked taken aback. “You know who I am?”

“...I mean aren’t I supposed to?” you turned back towards the Chocobo. “Prince Noctis?” you tried to hold in your distaste, but he caught up on it instantly.

“Is there an issue with me-”

“As a matter of fact there is. Don’t think I didn’t notice that face you were making when you pulled up with your friends.” you cut him off. “Big and bad prince man can’t be seen around a few Chocobos?”

“Oh, no that’s not it at all.” Noctis tried to explain himself in the best way he could. 

“Then what exactly is it?” you turned towards him again. “I mean really?”

“Okay so I admit my attitude isn’t the best-”:

“So you admit it?” you held back harsh laugh. “Hm, It’s a start.” you shrugged.

“I mean, you aren’t really giving me a fair chance. You only know me from the papers.” he explained. “You don’t really know me as a person. For all I know you could be a stalker.”

“I am no a stalker!” you looked him up and down. 

“I wouldn’t know that.” he winked. “So maybe we both have it all wrong.”

“And what do you wanna do to fix that, go on a date or something?” you scoffed.

“Yes!” he replied honestly. “Let me prove I’m not some asshole!”

“Is it that imperative that you go out of your way to prove to me that you aren’t an asshole?” you raised a brow.

“Yes!” he nodded quickly.

...

You boredly sat at the restaurant table. He was late. 15 minutes to be exact. 

“I knew this was a load of-” you prepared yourself to stand up when a man frantically rushed in.

“I’M HERE!” Noctis yelled, grabbing the attention of the other patrons. He practically fell into the chair right across from you. 

“Nice of you to show.” you sat back down. You decided to humor this guy. “Care to explain?”

“Sorry! Stupid Prompto gave me the wrong address and...woah...” he nearly drooled all over the place seeing you in your tight black dress. “You look...amazing.”

“Sure I do.” you scoffed. “I’m sure I still have dried up chocobo shit in my hair,” you turned away from him, feeling your insecurity creep up on you, tons more than usual. “But thank you.” you relaxed in your chair.

“No I mean it! Even when I saw you...I thought you were beautiful.” he expressed.

“Really?” you paused to look him in the eye. 

“Really.” he smiled. “You’re the best looking girl here.” 

“I definitely don’t believe that...but thank you.” you said shyly. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. 

....

“What about that one?” you pointed to a random star.

“That one, there’s a legend that it’s a parallel version of this world.” 

You both sat at the edge of the lake, staring into the moonlit sky. After dinner, Noctis had taken you to the docks on Galdin Quay. 

“No way. “You stared at the star in wonder. “How many worlds do you think there are?”

“Infinite, my dad says so.” Noctis replied. “All different versions of us doing different things.” he smiled to himself. “Maybe there’s a version of me that...is actually proud to be a prince.” he glowered. 

“Maybe there’s a version of me whose the royal instead.” you nudged him. That made him chuckle a bit. 

“If that’s the case...I’d be happy to bow down to you.” he flirted. He looked back at the sky. “Try that one.” he pointed.

“I know that one.” you beamed a little. “There’s a legend called the Lover’s Star, if a couple sees it on their first date...they’ll be together forever.” you mused romantically. It was only then you had realized your fingers had laced into Noctis’s. 

“Maybe today was our lucky day.” he winked. After a second of silence, you decided to confess.

“I was wrong about you.” you said honestly a while. “I think you’re pretty amazing, Noct.” you chuckled. 

“So...” he smiled deviously. “Are ya gonna say I’m sorry?” he mocked.

“You wish. You’re still a stuck up prince to me...you’re just not an asshole prince.” you stuck your tongue out at him. “You’re not like most guys around here.” you shyly looked away from him you dug your toes into the sand. 

“Well I’m not from around here.” he replied. “You’re different from everyone around here. You’re not all into me because I’m The Prince Noctis- that’s all I want. I want someone to see me for who I am...not what I am.”

You shyly kicked your legs in the water, looking at the ripples in the water.. “I’m glad I could be that person for you Noctis.” you smiled.

“Guess this means you’re gonna be part of my team now?” he bit his lip. “You’ll be my...ummm...I’ll think of something.”

“I look forward to it.” you giggled. 

“Hm for now...come here.” he winked, gently holding the side of your face. Noctis kissed you. You felt your senses go off. You instantly grabbed his face, kissing him back.

...

You fell back on the hotel bed, refusing to disconnect from a feverish prince throwing himself at you. He kissed you with urgency, as if you would disappear before his eyes. He tore a rip up your dress hastily. 

Your tongues clashed together as you kissed, the air was getting heavy. You helped Noctis out of his jacket. Your dress had turned to ribbons and your panties weren’t too far behind. 

“N-noctis..” you hissed, feeling his hands explore every inch of your body.

“You feel even better than I imagined you would.” he kissed your bare stomach. “You’re so beautiful.” he moaned. It was like you were the goddess, the royal, and he was the peasant.

You felt shy under his gaze. He stared up at you, biting his lip. “I don’t think I can wait...” he groaned. “A-are you okay with this?”

“God, yes.” you mewled as he kissed your thighs. 

“I wanna worship you.” he moaned, ghosting his lips over your center. You shyly stared down at Noctis who looked up at you with a shit eating grin. 

He sunk his tongue into you, lashing against your pussy. You instantly grabbed a fist full of his hair. You and him both were a mess. Hisses and prolonged moans escaped your lungs along with his name. You were sure the people in the next room could hear you. 

Noctis crawled over you again, a predatory glare in his eyes. He bit his lip, staring down at you. “You’re so fucking cute...”

...

“I’d do anything for you.” he moaned against your lips. “I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life.” he whimpered, his thrusts growing sloppily. He bucked his hips rhythmically, your bodies moving and grinding in sweet friction. His cock twitched inside of you as he grew near his release, but he wanted to wait. He wanted to cum to the sounds of your cries and screams. ”Gonna make you my queen and w-we’ll rule together until our hearts give out baby. F-FUUUCCKK.”

“Noctis.” you croaked. Hearing his words in your ear made you hiss in delight. This alone caused him to dig his nails into your sides and thrust even deeper into your heat. You didn’t know what else do you but let a stream of cries escape your lungs. 

“I love it when you say my name.” he grunted. “Say it again.”

“N-noctis.” your insides lurched as you tightened around his length. “I wanna- I’m gonna-”

“Again.” he barked. “Never stop saying my name. Never say another man’s name!” he sank his teeth into the crook of your neck. “You’re mine, baby. You’re all mine.” he growled.

“Noctisss.” you arched your back. “F-fu-” you whimpered, at the impact. “S-shit!”

Noctis yanked himself from you, spraying his cum all over your stomach. Shortly before, you came too, feeling your water run down your leg. He fell forward, burying his head into your neck. “Baby, I’d fucking do everything for you.”

You shook under his body, whimpering at his gentle touches. You felt him kiss your need lovingly as you both drifted off to sleep.

...

[glassartpeasants]

That ending was a stab on the heart from beginning to end I'm gonna steal bob 🏃🏾‍♀️

The One That Got Away

Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Warnings: Angst, cheating, death

A/N: Don’t threaten Bob

~~~

The bed felt different after that night.

2 months ago you had caught Shigaraki cheating on you with someone random woman. You stood in the doorway just watching, trying to find the words to say but nothing came out. It’s only when you dropped your groceries and your present to him is when he noticed your presence.

*flashback*

“Shit! (Y/N) it’s not what it looks like-” He tripped over his words. You said nothing as you just looked at him, knowing that no matter how much you loved him that there was nothing that could ever make you forget this.

“Fuck just say something!” You were still silent as you dropped the groceries you were holding. It just wasn’t clicking for you. How could he do this to you? what had you done wrong?

“What did I do wrong?” Your voice seemed to echo throughout the room. Nobody said anything. Until she spoke up.

“Oh my god, Im so sorry! I didn’t know he was taken! Please forgive me.” The girl spoke as she jumped outta bed and started putting her clothes on.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.” Those words spilled from your mouth before you could actually say anything you meant. The girl had hugged you before saying she was so sorry a final time. Flipping off Shiggy on the way out.

“(Y/N)...i promise we can talk about this.” You just kept looking at him. Those eyes seemed to burn into his soul. He doesn’t think you noticed the tears spilling from your eyes. He was about to say something to you but you started to walk towards him. Thinking he was gonna get hit he just stood still before feeling your part of the bed dip.

He turns around to see you laying there, eyes still open with tears rushing down your face, your clothes of the day still on your body.

Shigaraki tried to put his arms around you but you had hit his hands back. and used your feet to push him to the edge of the bed while you laid clung to the wall.

*flashback over*

Thinking back on it you don’t know why you didn’t just walk away. Maybe you were to tired from being busy and running errands for him all day? Did you want it to be a bad dream and hope to walk up to realize nothing ever happened? Whatever the reason was, you weren’t sure but a part of you wishes that you left that night.

Now you sit at the bar, sitting far away from what use to be your boyfriend, not even taking a glimpse of him and he knew it. You just sat in the corner drinking and looking on your phone until a familiar smell approached you. 

“Oh hey Dabi.”

“Hey there (Y/N), why aren’t you hanging out with crusty over there? He keeps staring at you and the tension in here could be cut with a knife. It’s been two months and apparently everyone said i should ask what's going on.”

“Im not going near him at the moment. We’re on a break per say.” this seemed to peak Dabi’s interest as he leaned closer.

“Oh? Did crusty do something?  Your secret's safe with me, i swear on my soul.” What did it matter if you told Dabi? He already doesn’t respect Shigaraki so why not, plus, so what if that fuck didn’t want anyone knowing, he shouldn’t have cheated when everyone else was sleeping in the base.

“Don’t tell anyone I told you but, 2 months ago I caught Shigaraki cheating on me...” You felt small tears prickle the corner of your eyes. Bringing your hand up to your face you rub it away, hoping to ignore the pain that was banging against your chest.

“What a dick, wanna make him pay?” You look up at Dabi who had a huge grin on his face. You thought about it for a good few seconds before shaking each others hand.

“Once Shigaraki goes out on that mission today, we’ll talk more.” Dabi said before getting up from his seat and grabbing a drink from the bar.

You didn’t know what Dabi had planned but you hoped it would bring Shigaraki the same pain you felt that fateful night 2 months ago.

~~~

You sat on the ground in Dabi’s room as he paced back in forth, coming up with revenge plans. All of them sucked or ended up with you guys might going to Jail.

“New plan, everytime Shigaraki wants to hang out tell him you had plans with me and leave the room. You can go somewhere and i’ll go somewhere with you. Effectively ditching him.” Thinking, you try to come up with all the pros and cons this proposal Dabi shared with you. But soon your hurt over ruled the logical side of you and you agreed to it not a moment later.

“Great! Now all we need is for Shigaraki to ask to hang out with you. Don’t know how long that’ll take though...”

“I usually ignore him after what happened but sometimes he asks to hang out with me whenever its a slow day at the base or if he’s bored.”

“ Well guess we have to wait tell then huh?” Nodding your head, you get up before putting a thumbs up in his direction. You walked out of his room and see Shigaraki sitting at the bar. He must have finished his mission early. You rolled your eyes before sitting on the other side of the bar counter. You could feel shigaraki look at you through father.

“Hey....”

“.....”

“Look im sorry, a-and i know that doesn’t excuse what I did but please-” You got up before he could finishing his sentence as you walked towards your shared bedroom. Going in there use to give you comfort but now everytime you step into that room you see that fateful night over and over again.

You sat on the bed before hearing Shigaraki’s footsteps coming towards the room. Furrowing your brows, you ignore him as you put your shoes on. You needed a little bit of fresh air so you were planning on going to the local park to relax a bit. You weren’t a villain like the rest of them, you were just a simple civilian. Not that you minded really. It was peaceful not fearing for your life everyday and having the fear of failure not on your shoulders.

You didn’t really have a quirk so you just ignored the questions when people asked you if you had one. 

“Can I talk to you?” You were dragged back to reality when Shigaraki’s voice rang through your ears. Annoyed you just answered hoping that the conversation would be short. 

“What do you want?” You voice was snappy and you could feel the venom dripping from it.

“I understand that your mad. And you have every right to be but your not even giving me a chance to redeem myself and-”

“Redeem yourself? Why the hell would I do that? YOU cheated on ME. LIke hell im gonna forgive you so easily.”

“It’s been two months! What happened was in the past!”

“It was in the past my ass. How would you like it to see your lover in bed with another?!”

“I-”

“I felt like my soul died that day. I thought I was your only one! Only to find out that you slept with her! Was she a one time thing or were there more hookups?!” You stood up from the bed as your fists turned white and your anger slowly erupting.

“.....”

“TELL ME DAMNIT!”

“Three...there were three different occasions...” Now the tears were kicking in. You were hoping that it wasn’t true. What if there was more and he was only saying three just to ease your heart?

“Why? Why would you do this to me? What did I do to deserve this?” Your questions were like knives stabbing into Shigaraki’s heart. He wanted to tell you the truth, but he didn’t want your heart to hurt more than it already was.

“Im not going to ask again Shigaraki. You either tell me the truth or I will walk out of this base and never come back.”

“The...the first time it was a drunk accident, the second time Dabi had brought her to the base and one thing led to another. The last one was the same as the second one.”

“Did...did Dabi know about the affair?” You were begging, no pleading for him not to have known. You didn’t know if your heart could take it.

“Yes...” That was it. That was the thing that broke you. Walking up to Shigaraki you pushed past him before flipping him off and saying one final line.

“I would rather die that ever be with you again.” And with that, you left the hideout. You speed walked through the alleys to get to you parked your car. Your friends house was pretty far and you didn’t feel like walking in the dead of night were criminal activity was more active. 

Getting in your car, you turn on the radio and start breaking down. Your tears were blurring your eyesight as you put the car in drive. 

The streets weren’t busy except for the occasion car with some college students. Or drunk people walking along the sidewalk. The sound of the radio blasting songs that were supposed to be happy barley brightened up your mood as you drove down the dark highways.

All of a sudden a bright light hit your eyes from the right side. Some fuck must have had their brights on. But you had the right away so you went. All of a sudden a huge crash rang through your ears and the world became dark.

~~~

A ring came from Shigaraki’s phone. Looking at the clock he noticed it to be 2am. Annoyed he just decided to answer it.

“Hello, this is (hospital name). You were listed under a emergency contact for (Y/N) (L/N).” Shigaraki jolted awake as his hands reached his neck, standing up and already begun to pace the floor of his room.

“Yes did something happen?!”

“At 12am tonight miss (Y/N) was in a car crash. A hit and run to be exact. Their car was totalled after it rolled about 3 times from the speed that the driver hit them. A bystander of the accident called 119. They were in need of surgery immediately once paramedics noticed that they were crushed and bleeding out quickly due to a shard of glass that was stabbed in their chest.”

“Are they okay?!” The doctor on the other end went silent.

“Im deeply sorry for your lost sir. They died during surgery trying to remove the glass that was lodged in their skin. The police are on the look for the suspect. if you wish to see them were on (blank street). Once again, im sorry for your loss. Goodnight sir.” The phone went silent as the doctor hung up. 

Everything seemed to stop as the feared villain feel to his knees. Tears fell from his eyes as his body shook. He realized that now it was impossible to even try. And the last words you had ever said were ‘ you’d rather die than ever be with him again.’ Crying into his hands as his tears made a puddle on the floor.

I guess you took your words seriously.

[let-them-read-fics]

Bite

Pairing: Vamp!Lisa x Human!Fem!Reader

AU: Vampire

Word Count: ~ 5,564

Warnings / Misc. -- Mentions of Blood

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm alive! School has kept me crazy busy and I've had my hands full with other things as well, but I finished writing this one and I wanted to share with you lovely peeps. To everyone who stopped by to check in, and to those of you who’ve been patiently waiting, thank you endlessly. I love having you as my readers 💜

PS ~ I hope this isn't too bad for my first one shot in forever! Also, happy Lisa era. I’m so proud of our girl!

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Saturday, October 31st

You look like an idiot. 

The nurse uniform you have on is obnoxiously cliché; short and tattered in various places to really sell the "sexy" aspect of it, little is left to the imagination. Fake blood stains dot the flimsy material in random patterns and mat some strands of the tacky blonde wig atop your head, making you look like something out of a B-movie at best. 

A bonafide, absolute idiot. 

When you express that sentiment to your best friend, she just rolls her eyes and holds out one last costume for you to try on. She had a few lined up in case you didn't like her other options, and clearly that's come in handy; you've already worked through the previous picks, so she crosses her fingers as your eyes skim over this one.

"Humor me, will you?" She asks, hoping that you'll give in and at least check this last one out. 

"Fine, but this is your last chance. It had better be good." You raise a pointed finger at her in warning. 

"I have a good feeling about this one," she says, smiling as you take the bag from her and slip into the dressing room one final time. 

Her phone chimes soon after, and she's quick to retrieve it from her pocket.

Willow: Are you guys almost here?? Jackson's been asking about you.

Your best friend bites her lip at that, nervously nibbling on it as she rereads the message to make sure she didn't imagine the last part. She's liked Jackson since middle school, and he'll be swinging by the party that you've all been invited to; that's one of the main reasons she begged you to come with her tonight. 

Y/BFFs/N: Still getting ready. We'll be there ASAP tho!

Willow: Alright, we'll see you soon. Don't take all night, or else👩🤛

Y/BFFs/N: Yah, cut the violence!

The sound of your best friend's soft giggling fills the air just as you manage to fasten the costume's last zipper and pull its hood over your head.

Surprise etches its way into your features as you do a spin, taking in the sight of yourself through the full length mirror of the dressing room. The outfit's red and black color schemes complement each other beautifully, giving you a powerful and sensual appeal that the other costumes didn't even stand a chance of doing. You look alluring in every sense of the word. 

"Holy shit," your best friend says when you emerge, striking a pose. "You look hot!" She squeals, clapping a few times in quick succession. 

There's no way you think this one looks bad. 

"I think Wanda would be proud," you grin, tilting your head up and wrapping the cape around your neck. 

"One hundred percent," Y/BFFs/N nods adamantly, in total agreement. The Scarlet Witch getup really compliments your features. 

"Now," she starts, changing topics as she looks in the reflection of her phone's dark screen to adjust some of her hair that's gone astray. "Let's pay and then go. Willow's looking for us, and my future man's wondering where I am, too." 

"Hell yeah!" You chuckle, patting her on the back. "I'll help you finally land him so you can stop pining."

You watch as she takes a moment to decide between coming up with a decent rebuttal to defend herself or agreeing with you, and you smile when she goes for the latter. 

"I'd accept nothing less," she says, holding her head high like a princess. "You are my wingwoman, after all." 

"And the best one in town," you add, tugging her towards the register. She reaches into her purse and pulls out the money to pay before politely handing it to the cashier. 

The teenage boy takes it with a small smile, though the action looks a little comical as his upper lip gets caught on the cheap, plastic fangs he's sporting. His knock-off version of Dracula is definitely…. something… and you can tell that his managers forced him to wear it for the holiday. 

"Come back and s-shhee us," he says, handing your change back. Your best friend takes it, failing to contain her laughter at his messy speech. He blushes crimson, likely cursing the plastic teeth for making him look a fool. 

"We surely will," you respond, giving him a comforting smile to keep his embarrassment at bay. He nods gratefully, and you're quickly pulled out of the store by your best friend. 

"Happy Halloween!" You shout over your shoulder, accompanied by the chime of the bell over the door. 

"You too," he calls back, letting out a soft sigh. 

---

20 Minutes Later -- The Party

Upon rounding the front of your car and stepping up onto the sidewalk outside of Willow's house, your attention is immediately caught by the numerous decorations that she put up last week. 

"Huh," you mumble, gazing up at the skeleton that towers above you, standing 12 feet tall. "I think it's safe to say that this is her favorite holiday…" 

"What makes you think that?" Your best friend plays, feigning ignorance as she pops up from behind a life-sized, animatronic Jason Voorhees. 

"I don't know," you tut, admiring Willow's hard work a little longer. "Just a feeling." 

Y/BFFs/N giggles in her unique way, making you smile at the sound as the two of you make your way up the path towards the house. You gaze down at your feet, careful to step on the stones of the walkway and avoid the motion-activated hands that scramble out of the weeds to grab unsuspecting guests. 

Having known Willow your entire childhood, you've grown used to her ways. 

*knock knock*

A strong, iconic synth bassline sounds off from inside, filling the otherwise quiet night around you with its catchy beat as you wait to be let in. Its sound is well known, and you almost instantly recognize it as "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurythmics.

A few seconds later, you hear clambering from inside, followed by concerning groans and shouted apologies. 

Y/BFFs/N arches a skeptical brow at you, perfectly mirroring your thoughts.

Directly after, the door swings open in a flash, and you're nearly tackled by a whizz of curly hair. 

"There you guys are!" Willow shrieks, pulling the two of you close as she nuzzles her face against your cheeks. 

"Yep, here we are," you struggle out, nearly being strangled in her tight grip. She responds by squeezing you even tighter, blinded by her joy at seeing you again. 

After all, it's been a while since all three of you have had the opportunity to spend the night partying together like this. 

"Can't… breathe," Y/BFFs/N squeaks, successfully getting Willow to release you. 

"Sorry," she apologizes, stepping back. "I'm just so happy you're here." 

The freckles that spread across the bridge of her nose look especially adorable with the blush she's sporting, and her shy grin makes you forget about the near-fatality you just encountered moments before. 

"We're happy to be here," you reassure her, returning her smile. 

Your best friend agrees from beside you, nodding her head with a happy look of her own. "Believe it or not, we've missed your weirdness." She adds, cocking her head to the side. 

Willow giggles again, and her eyes crinkle up into those half crescents that could surely melt even the iciest of hearts. She's practically sunshine in human form, and you have to resist the urge to shield your eyes. 

"Yo, Willow! Who's at the door?" 

Jackson.

You feel your best friend tense beside you, and you subtly pat her leg to calm her down. 

Willow falls silent, though her lips go through the beginning stages of answering him; they open and purse, but she quickly halts her reply and shuts her mouth. She knows of Y/BFFs/N's crush on him, and she doesn't want to say the wrong thing. 

Plus, if the lovesick girl wants to run and hide in the bushes, Willow's silence could buy her some time to slip away. 

But alas, she doesn't. 

Jackson appears in the doorway a mere 5 seconds after asking his question with a beer clutched in his hand. He moves to lean against the wooden frame as his pearly smile beams at you, and Y/BFFs/N audibly swallows at the sight. 

For someone who's usually so confident, she can really be shy sometimes. 

"Lovely to see you, ladies," he greets, putting his free hand in front of him as he bows. His accent is modeled after that of Jack Sparrow, as is his surprisingly well designed costume.

You nod back at him. "Hey, Jackson. Long time no see." 

You elbow your best friend when she remains silent for a beat too long, and the action snaps her back to reality. 

"Yeah, hey Jackson." Her voice is quiet -- she doesn't trust it to refrain from cracking.

He smiles, not failing to notice the nervous aura that's quickly taken over the girl beside you. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head when he gives her a curious once-over, and you take that as your cue to save her from the impending embarrassment that's lurking just around the corner. 

"Alright, guys!" You clap, stepping forward. "Let's get to partying." 

Her shoulders relax, and you feel her slip her hand into yours as you enter the house, squeezing twice as a silent thank you. 

15 Minutes Later

Willow stands beside you in the kitchen, mixing a few things together in one of the millions of red solo cups that she bought for tonight. You sneak a peek over her shoulder at the concoction, seeing its light blue color turn purple-ish as she adds a new liquor into the equation. 

In comparison to typical house parties, this one is relatively small; most of the rooms are filled with people, but it's a comfortable amount. Maneuvering around the place is fairly easy, which is always a plus when you're coexisting with sweaty, drunk people. 

"Willow, love, why did you buy so many cups?" You ask, toying with the ripped plastic packaging of one of the stacks. 

"You know I like to be prepared," she laughs, brushing off her major miscalculation. "Plus I can just use the rest of them at my next party." 

You nod, knowing she's right. "Are you having another soon?" 

"I think so. Jiu and her crew are coming back in a couple weeks, so I thought I'd surprise them with one." 

You scoff, humor laced in the sound. "What, they didn't get enough partying done at their university already?" 

Willow turns around, grinning at you as she hands you your drink. "Evidently campus police keep a close eye on them. Siyeon whined about that a lot when she called me." 

"Sounds like her," you chuckle into your cup as you take a sip. 

PFFT

"Eww, Willow! What did you put in this?!" 

Your spit take didn't land on anyone, thankfully, but it did capture the attention of some people nearby. You wave a hand at them as a silent apology, and they go back to their previous tasks. 

The curly headed prankster covers her mouth, though the action does a terrible job of quieting her maniacal laughter. 

"You're lucky Y/BFFs/N isn't over here," you say, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. "She'd avenge me." 

Willow uses a napkin to dab the tears of laughter from her eyes. "Why else do you think I waited until she was busy with Jackson?" She asks, motioning to her lounge room across the foyer. 

You look inside, spotting Y/BFFs/N holding a pool cue in her hand as Jackson sinks another shot into one of the corner pockets. 

The sight reminds you of the pep talk and 2 shots of liquid courage you gave her earlier, and how she disappeared with the promise to make a move and actually talk to him. Now, she looks completely absorbed in whatever banter they're sharing, and although your violated taste buds still ache from the sickly-sweet mixture that Willow made, you wouldn't want her to be anywhere else. 

You can get your own revenge. 

Sneaking a glance around the kitchen, you search for something to help with your retaliation. A small package of streamers lays abandoned on the island, forgotten to be put up earlier, and you slyly grin. Their ribbons sparkle with glitter, shimmering as the multicolored party lights stream in from the living room and land on them. 

It's as if the universe is putting a spotlight on them, just for you. 

After side eyeing Willow one final time to ensure that she isn't catching onto your plan, you act quickly. She stands beside the counter, right where you left her, and you dart to the island to grab the streamers. Your fingertips soon gain purchase on the packaging, and you tear it open in one swift motion. 

Her gaze locks onto yours just as you near her, but it's far too late for her to get away. 

"Take this!" You declare, upending the baggie atop her head. She shrieks as they cascade down her body, getting caught in the creases and wrinkles of her costume as they go. A small wave of glitter tumbles out of the bag as well, coating her hair and clothes. 

Boy, that'll be fun to try and get out later. 

Her head slowly raises once you finish your assault and place the baggie on the countertop beside you, but the look in her eye is unlike anything you've ever seen. 

"You're dead," she warns. Just as the smile drops from your face, an even larger, more sinister one begins forming on hers. 

The floor creaks beneath your feet slightly as you take a step back, and you know you have to high tail it out of there if you want to evade her. 

"Catch me if you can!" You shout, springing into action. You turn around and dart out of the room, gliding past numerous partygoers in the hall. 

Willow's choice of footwear works in your favor, you soon realize; the sharp rapping sound of her heels pierces the air behind you, serving as a tell of how much distance is between you.

Her unstable platforms buy you a little time, and you thank the universe as you rush through the living room and back towards the foyer. You plan to cut across it and hide out in one of the bathrooms until she drops her plan for revenge. 

A grin pulls at your cheeks as you skid into one of the walls, looking like a character from Scooby-Doo as you will your feet to work correctly again and get you to safety. Willow laughs behind you, joining in on the fun. 

"Perfect," you mutter under your breath, spotting a clear path through the foyer. It leads under the stairs, and you can see the open door of the bathroom from where you are. 

Your feet take you past a handful of drunk people, bobbing and weaving through them with ease, before you're racing towards the restroom to take cover. 

Before you can make it there, though, you collide with someone rather abruptly as they step straight into your path. 

Your eyes shut tightly as you brace yourself for impact with the ground, but it never comes. The person reaches out and catches you before you can hit the floor, and a soft apology slips past their lips as they scoop you up. 

Upon hearing that uniquely feminine voice speak its regret again, you peek your eyes open. What you see nearly makes the woman's effort to keep you upright moot; she's so gorgeous that your legs almost give out from underneath you. 

Dirty blonde locks cascade over her shoulders in soft waves, half-mussed, half-pristine from your run-in. Her doe eyes are a velvety chocolate color, and you find yourself getting lost in them. Flickers of red show in them, illuminating almost rhythmically the longer she admires you. 

Are those contacts? You ask yourself. They have to be. 

She seems to be just as affected by your presence as you are of hers. 

"Y/N, I'm coming to get you!" 

Willow does her best to sound like a villain from a 90s horror film as she clambers her way closer to you, bumping into a few people on the way. You're brought out of your stupor by her rapidly approaching footsteps, and you take a step away from the woman. Her hands fall from your waist, where they had previously been resting. 

Stealing a quick look at the bathroom, you feel your stomach turn.

Damnit. Someone's in there now. 

Screw this sexy stranger for distracting you. Now you'll have to deal with Willow's wrath. 

"What's wrong?" 

There's that voice again. 

Part of you wants to brush it off and slip away quietly, but an even bigger part of you is determined to stay where you are and tell her. Something about her pulls you in, and you're having a hard time denying it. 

"I need to hide. I glitter-fied my friend and now she's coming after me." 

The woman's plump lips pull back in a humored smile, and she nods as a chuckle leaves her. "Right," she says, like that's a common occurrence. "I can help, if you'd like." 

"How?" You ask, your brows momentarily knitting together in confusion. When she unties and opens the black cloak that's wrapped around her body, your breath catches. 

"You in?" She asks, side eyeing the foyer as Willow nearly careens into the Egyptian vase that her mother bought her last year for Christmas. 

You take a deep breath and hold your hand out to her just as Willow rounds the corner, and she swiftly pulls you in close before you can be spotted. She winds the cloak around both of your bodies, concealing your faces as the fur-lined hood falls atop your heads. 

Unconsciously, you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her flush up against you to further ensure your safety. She quietly grunts when she stumbles over her own feet, falling into you a little. 

"Sorry," she whispers, though her third apology of the night is unnecessary. You almost want to thank her for what happened.

Especially when her warm breath fans across your right cheek, where her head is angled. 

Every breath you take pushes you closer to each other, and the satin shirt she's wearing slides against your heated skin. She swallows thickly as one of your hands falls to the small of her back, testing the waters. 

When she shifts a little to encourage you, you're acutely aware of the thigh that's worked its way between your legs. 

When did that happen? 

You bite back a sigh as she just smirks, quietly shushing you. 

Willow thunders by, shouting your name and threatening to throw you into the pool when she tracks you down. You want to laugh at that, but you'd honestly welcome it right now. Some cold water would surely bring you to your senses after being led astray by this goddess in front of you. 

Her footsteps grow distant as she makes her way outside, still searching.

The two of you remain as you are for a couple more minutes until you're certain that the coast is clear, and then you part. When she lowers the cloak, you look away; a deep blush has worked its way up your neck and across your cheeks, and letting her see it would surely make you die of embarrassment. 

She keeps her eyes on you as she reties the cover around herself, attempting to get a read on you. The bashful aura that's befallen you is cute, no doubt, but she can sense your arousal. She can smell it on you, and the scent is beginning to drive her crazy. 

You fiddle with the sleeves of your costume, readjusting them nervously.

"So, um… thanks," you say, sneaking a glance up at her. 

The red hues in her eyes are even more pronounced now, and the sight makes you press further into the wall behind you -- the one that you were previously pushed up against. 

"No problem," she smiles, showing off her pearly white teeth. Two of them catch your attention; a set of fangs now shine, looking alluring and threatening all at the same time. 

There's only one issue: you're certain that they weren't there when you first bumped into her. When did she put them in? And why do they look so real?

The feeling of her hand landing on your forearm pulls you away from the millions of questions that're firing off in your head right now. 

"May I ask your name?" She politely requests, dipping her head down sweetly. 

"Y/N," you breathe out, quickly realizing that you'd do just about anything she asked you to. 

"Y/N." She repeats, allowing the letters to blend in her mouth as they roll off her tongue. She looks satisfied for some reason as she says it again, trying it out. 

"I'm Lisa." 

"It's nice to officially meet you," you smile, reaching a hand out. Her touch is gentle but firm as she takes it, shaking it with ease. 

"Likewise, beautiful." 

The grin on your face only widens at the name, and you pull your hand away out of fear of what she might do next. She's already putting you under her spell, and you're sure that another touch would have you fully entranced. 

She studies you with pursed lips for a moment, clearly debating on something. Her eyes flicker over the dips and curves of your body as a smirk grows on her lips. 

"What are you thinking?" You question, curious but teasing. 

"That I'd love to have your body on mine again." 

She's bold, and she says it like the fact it is. No shame, no bashfulness. Just true, honest desire. 

You bite the inside of your cheek at her bravery, silently thanking the universe for it. The likelihood of you gaining the courage to make a move is slim to none even in the best cases, and this was no exception. She already has your heart skipping beats and you've only known her a few minutes. 

"How about a dance?" She suggests, quirking a brow. The look on her face disarms your defenses, and you take a deep breath before agreeing to your demise. 

"That sounds wonderful." 

She dips her head again, hiding her face away momentarily, and you think it's the cutest thing ever. 

She's shy all of a sudden as her cool demeanor slips up a bit, and that never happens. You might just be her downfall, too.

She holds an elbow out and steps forward, allowing you to link your arm with hers and cuddle in close. 

Her eyes scan across the living room as she studies it, but she's unimpressed. 

Sweaty, winding bodies thrash around to some upbeat pop song that's been overplayed on every radio station in town for weeks now, and the idea of taking you there puts her off. 

When a drunk boy comes into view with a dildo strapped to his forehead, her mind is officially made up. 

"Let's go outside," she says, leading you through the patio doors. 

A quaint gazebo sits on one side of the yard, and the dance floor that Willow's family installed a couple years ago occupies the other. Both are decorated with string lights in combinations of gold, purple, black, and orange. Other ornaments adorn the surfaces as well, and you smile when you spot a comically large spider sat atop the gazebo's roof. 

"Where would you like to go?" Lisa asks, keeping her voice low. It's calm and deep, running a chill through you. 

Softer music plays out here, offering a totally different vibe than inside. Some couples -- many of them introverted, assumably -- sway on the dancefloor as the DJ that Willow hired takes a sip of her drink on the raised stage. She adjusts a few switches slowly, not rushing for a second.

"Let's try the gazebo," you decide, glancing over your shoulder at Lisa. She's looking away, but you don't think anything of it as the two of you fall in step with one another on your way over. 

Shit, Lisa thinks to herself. 

Her plans to come to this party, feed, and make a quick getaway are totally derailed. She'd hoped to find a victim that she was attracted to but didn't like, if that even makes sense, and feed like the animal she is. Then she would leave them like all the rest, drained but still alive, and slip away. 

But now she's met you, and any desire for those plans have been thrown out the window. 

You interest her, and that doesn't happen often. She hasn't met someone who's been capable of doing that in years, and she's intrigued. Something about you just pulls her in, inexplicably, and she knows her feelings would be glaringly obvious if you saw her face right now. 

"Woah, look at this," you sigh, stepping out of her hold to check the place out. A bench runs the perimeter of the gazebo, only stopping at the doorway, and the lights look even prettier from inside. They shimmer, looking like star showers as their strings hang down in the windowless openings of the building. 

Lisa quickly learns that she loves seeing you like this. Your eyes are alight, and your sweet smile of wonder warms her heart. Her hands slip into her pockets as she eventually manages to take her eyes off you, following your lead as she admires the decorations. 

She does a twirl, looking around. 

"It's gorgeous." 

"I know, right? This is totally up Willow's alley," you say, grinning at the mental image that you can conjure up of her giddily spiffing the scene up. 

"I'll have to thank her for making it look so special, then," Lisa says, smiling. The place really makes you feel like you're in your own little world; everything about it is just right. The ambience, the decor, the company… it’s perfect, and Lisa's content with how the evening is playing out. 

Her fingers skate down your arm as she nears you, trekking their way down to your palm. She takes your hand and spins you, watching with admiration as your hair flows in the breeze. Now facing her, you thread your fingers together around the back of her neck as she encircles your waist with her arms. 

"Why have I never seen you around?" You ask sincerely, looking up at her. 

She hesitates briefly. "My university is a few towns over. I just come here to visit my family every few months." 

Not a total lie, she thinks to herself. 

"And stop by terrible parties like this, of course." You add, smirking. 

She shakes her head at that. "No, I can't say I do. I just decided to check this one out on my way to my friend's house." She explains. 

Underneath your cloak, her hands find their way to the small of your back. One stays put while the other dips a little lower, testing the waters. 

"And besides," she starts again, feeling you pull her closer. "Meeting you here automatically makes this an awesome party. Not terrible."

"Cheeeesy!" You scrunch your face up and groan, making her laugh. 

"Maybe, but it's the truth." 

"Sure, Lisa." 

She shakes her head and you laugh lightly together, still swaying about. You hold her close enough to rest your head on her shoulder, and the pads of your thumbs rub small circles on the sensitive skin of her neck. She hums at the feeling, and you take note of the way she relaxes in your arms. 

The night breeze appears again, performing a flowing dance of its own as it lulls past you in waves. A slight chill resides in it, mixed with a generous amount of the day's sweet, fading heat, and you're at peace. 

The slow song that had been playing across the yard ends delicately, parting with some melodic feature that resembles a warm embrace, and it blends seamlessly into the next song. 

Turning Page, you recognize it as.  

Huh, how ironic. One of your favorites. 

Lisa's lips brush against your cheek as she turns her head slightly, whispering, "I like this one, too." 

How did she know? You ask yourself. You hadn't said it out loud… 

Maybe she's just a good guesser. Yeah, that's gotta be it. 

You feel yourself melt as she begins singing the words to you. It's hushed and sentimental -- meant only for your ears to hear, and that makes it even more special to you. 

"If I had only felt the warmth within your touch"

She croons, pressing her cheek against your warm skin. You blush, catching yourself when you remember what the next line of the song is. 

"If I had only seen how you smile when you blush" 

She brings a hand up to cup your cheek in her palm, and her other arm remains around you, holding you tenderly. 

"Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough"

Now, her thumb runs across your bottom lip. You look into her eyes and find them an even deeper shade of red than they had been before, but it doesn't frighten you for some reason. She glances down at your mouth again, fighting her impatience as she waits for permission from you. 

"I would have known what I was living for all along"

You nod and lace your fingers in her locks, and she doesn't waste another second. 

She leans in, humming against your lips when they meet hers for the first time. Her lipgloss spreads across them upon contact, smudging its precise application, but she doesn't seem to care in the slightest. She draws you in closer, and you bring both of your hands around to cup her face as you deepen the kiss. 

Her mouth is welcoming against yours, and it moves languidly as you get adjusted to one another. Every move makes you feel dizzier than the one before it, and swarms of butterflies take flight in your stomach with no signs of stopping. 

She nips at your bottom lip as her hands dip far lower than before, now kneading your ass as your kisses continue to work her up. 

"Fuck," you curse, breaking away from her lips to catch your breath. She's stolen it all from you, and yet she's still not ready to give you a rest; her mouth drops to your jaw, embracing your skin there before moving down to your neck. 

She doesn't realize how dangerous the game she's playing truly is until it's almost too late. 

Her lips press to the area just above your pulsepoint, where she's learned over the years that blood pumps the hardest and tastes the sweetest. She draws it into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the area as her ears perk up at the breathless sound of your moans. They spur her on, and she nips at the skin, surely leaving a hickey. 

Her senses become even more clouded when you say her name, the title caught somewhere between a whine and command, and she feels the strong impulse to claim you. The sensation is overwhelming, and she knows you can feel it too. 

Your hands tug on the collar of her shirt as she lets her fangs fully extend, no longer suppressing them. They rake across your pulsepoint, making you shiver against her. 

"Please…" 

That's all you manage to get out before they pierce your skin, eliciting a whimper from you. Blood fills her mouth instantly, sliding across her taste buds in velvety waves and calming her constant craving. Your hands tighten in her hair, and the delicious twinge of pain that it provides only encourages her more. 

Your blood is different than anything she's ever tasted; it's richer -- sweeter. A throaty groan leaves her as she savors it, and you shut your eyes in pleasure. It's addicting, but she knows she has to stop herself before she hurts you. If she continues like this much longer, she won't have the willpower to let go. 

She retracts her fangs as she licks your taste from them, and then you feel her warm tongue clean the wound she made. It stings a bit, but in all the right ways.

When she pulls back to look at you, she finds your eyes half-lidded and a pleased smile on your face. It nearly kills her, then and there. 

Her gaze flickers back to your neck to admire the hickie she made earlier, but what she sees surprises her. Below it is a darker, more prominent marking that she's only seen other vampires leave behind before. 

Definitely not a hickie.

Your brows furrow as you look at her neck as well, noticing a faint outline of something growing darker by the second. Blinking a few times to ensure that you aren't hallucinating, you find that it's really there. 

"Lisa, what's on your neck?" You ask. 

"A soulmate mark." She responds, feeling a sense of belonging settle over her as she looks at you again. You just confirmed her suspicions by asking that.

"Same as yours," she smiles.

[emeren]

speed racer- eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader 

word count: 6k

content warnings: nsfw, smut, 18+, smoking, degradation, overstimulation, breeding (w/o baby talk) 

notes: 100% inspired by the official art, like mmm yes please. also i know absolutely nothing about how car racing works, but that’s not important. this is unedited because my brain turned to mush writing it. enjoy!! <3

SUMMARY: eren’s a semi-professional car racer, who has a tumultuous friendship with the reader. after losing a race, eren sets out to win something else in his life, much to the reader’s surprise. 

“took you long enough!” sasha called out, holding her hand above her eyes in an attempt to block out the bright sun. you dished her a smile, weaving your way through the throngs of people in the stands, attempting not to step on anyone. your eyes briefly flitted to the track, the assistants distantly getting their cars ready. they were hardly visible from here; merely faceless figures idling around. you heaved out a sigh as you reached sasha, the brunette gingerly patting the spot next to her. 

“you couldn’t have gotten better seats, sash?” you asked as you sat down, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head. sasha waved her large bag of popcorn in front of your face, an exasperated expression on her features. 

“the line was long, and what’s a race without popcorn?” she grinned, offering you the bag. you rolled your eyes but took a fistful of the bright yellow snack nonetheless. “plus, if you really wanted that good of seats, you would’ve come early yourself.” 

“i did come here early,” you retorted, your voice muffled by the popcorn. sasha raised a questioning brow, her elbow nudging you in the side. 

“getting here early just so you can poke around the racer’s quarters is not the same thing,” she singsonged, a girlish smirk on her face. you scoffed, turning away from her as you felt heat race to your cheeks. “c’mon, everyone knows you and eren are totally into each other. i don’t understand why you guys don’t just go for it.” 

“i wasn’t poking around, and i am not into eren,” you said, shifting uncomfortably as the words left your mouth. it was true, to some degree. the two of you had been friends in high school, back when eren was just some skinny kid with anger issues. now he was a semi-professional racer, and the rivalry between the two of you was palpable, to say the least.

you’d been in the same friend group and for some reason eren just loved to pick on you whenever he got the chance. you suspected it had something to do with his repressed daddy issues or whatever, and he’d known mikasa and armin far too long to be so catty with them. initially they were just playful taunts, but as you got older, they started to become more personal. with age came your own unchecked need to banter and argue with him. 

somewhere along the way the arguments turned to sexual tension. a sexual tension that for the most part, the two of you were happy to ignore. it allowed room for a more sassy friendship, at least. 

“uh huh, suuure,” sasha responded, seemingly unconvinced. she must’ve sensed your discomfort, deciding to change the topic. “who’s who?” 

your eyes traced the track, analyzing each vehicle. “armin’s in yellow, mikasa’s in red, eren’s in white, and i believe levi is in green.” 

“levi’s racing? isn’t he getting a little old for that?” sasha laughed, squinting. you chuckled. 

“it’s just a small fundraiser race, plus he’s a crowd favorite over here,” you explained. sasha nodded as she processed the information. the sun was hot, beating down on your back. “i’m honestly surprised this many people came out.” 

sasha tossed more popcorn in her mouth, halfway done with the bag despite the race still not having started. she offered it to you again. “mhm, this is the same type of crowd that we’d see in the underground.” 

you thought back to your days of attending the illegal races, late at night and under the cover of darkness. though you were just a junior in college, it felt like those nights freshman year had been decades ago. that was before eren showed real promise in the professional circuit. it was also where levi scouted him out to be his successor. 

as if on cue, you could see the figures of the racers emerging from the port, each headed for their respective cars. you couldn’t help the way your gaze immediately followed the tall, brown haired racer adorned in his white racing jacket, checkers on the side. the crowd erupted into cheers at the sight of the all the racers, one from each color of the rainbow. eren walked with a certain confidence, his adamant determination being one of the only things that followed him from high school. 

though you couldn’t clearly see his face from where you sat, you knew he was smiling. eren had always loved the adrenaline rush before a race. 

“alright ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to the annual shiganshina fundraiser race!” the reporter boomed over the intercom. sasha squealed in her seat, excitedly gripping your arm and pointing towards your friends. you felt a mix of excited nervousness waft over you, giggling along with her. “today we’ve got racers from all over the circuit, and each one has volunteered their precious time for the cause. can we get a round of applause?” 

the crowd erupted in yet another ear deafening round of applause as the announcer read off the names of each of the racers. you and sasha made sure to scream your loudest when armin, mikasa, and eren’s names were read off. 

you hoped they knew it was you, your throat scratchy as you sat back down. there was no need to be loud for levi; the entire crowd went absolutely feral at the mention of his name. 

the announcer read off the conditions of the race, as well as the reasoning for the fundraiser itself. you and sasha chatted quietly about the after party while the racers put their helmets on and got in their cars. before too long, the announcer was gearing up for the start. 

“alright everyone, we’re about to start. get yourselves ready.” 

you and sasha stood, hollering and cheering for your friends as the cars all lined up. you knew you’d be happy if any of them crossed the finish line first, but it was undeniable that it would be eren. it wasn’t armin or mikasa’s passion like it was eren’s; they viewed it more as as fun hobby. nevertheless, you dreaded how smug eren would be once he added another win to his already growing list. he really was a bastard sometimes. 

“racers ready your cars. 3... 2... 1... go!” 

they were off, levi’s green car easily settling into first place, cruising past the other cars as he whipped around the first curve. you held your breath, eyes scanning the other cars placements. eren was in fourth, armin in fifth, and mikasa in second. sasha yelled sporadically, reaching out and squeezing your wrist tightly. 

as they rounded the circuit for the second time, eren passed the third place racer, coming up behind mikasa’s red car. you held your breath. “c’mon eren...” 

“shit! he passed her!” sasha screeched, jumping up and down. you smiled as he whipped the corner, nearly cutting the edge of the median. 

“levi is still so far ahead,” you commented, trying to pry sasha’s death grip from your wrist. your eyes glanced to the clock, realizing that the race was near its finish. levi was cutting the third corner and eren was quickly gaining on him. 

“looks like it’s gonna be clo-” sasha’s voice was cut off as a large man tripped over the bleacher behind you, effectively shoving you into her side. “shit, the popcorn!” 

you regained your balance, giving the man behind you a dirty glare as you turned to sasha. she frowned at the popcorn that’d been spilled all over the ground. “what a waste!” 

looking back up at the track, the crowd broke into screams of excitement. you expected to see eren’s face on the big screen to the side as confetti streamed through the air, but were surprised to see levi’s unimpressed stare. 

eren lost? 

“you’ve gotta be shitting me,” sasha gaped, her face slack in shock. you shrugged, shaking the feeling of disappointment from your shoulders. serves him right. 

people started to vacate the stands, shoving their way past you as you turned to sasha. “let’s go find connie and jean, sash.” 

she nodded, still frowning. the two of you climbed down the steps, going against the flow of the crowd as you weaseled your way down onto the spectators path. you could see all of the racers shaking hands, congratulating each other. your mind briefly considered whether or not eren was going to be upset, but you decided not to dwell on it. 

you watched as the racers disappeared into the tunnel, eren’s tall figure no longer in view. just then, connie and jean came walking out from the service booth, both wearing their maintenance coveralls. 

sasha wildly waved her arm, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the remaining stragglers towards your friends. 

“hey guys!” she smiled, the boys jogging to meet you halfway. 

“why were you guys in such shit seats?” connie asked, skipping over a greeting. you let out a small laugh at sasha’s expense. she merely shrugged, turning to jean. 

“we going to your place?” you questioned before she had the chance. jean nodded, adjusting the backwards baseball cap on his head. 

“yeah, just gotta wrap some things up, then we can head out,” he replied. you grew happy at the thought of kicking back with your friends, enjoying a nice night of fun. parties at jean and connie’s place were always the best. 

***************

“some race that was,” connie groaned, leaning back and bringing the beer bottle to his lips. so far it was just you, sasha, connie, jean, and a bunch of random drunk people who’d come from the track. sasha scoffed from her spot on the worn, brown couch. 

“you could say that again,” she grumbled. “we didn’t even get to see levi cross the finish line ‘cause some guy rammed into us.” 

jean looked at you from where he leaned against the wall, a bottle in his hand and his eyebrows raised. “wait, for real?” 

“yeah,” you sighed, drinking whatever bitter liquid sasha had poured into your red solo cup. “didn’t even say sorry.” 

“how many times do i have to tell you guys, just come work maintenance with jean-boy and i,” connie suggested, wrapping his arm around sasha’s shoulder and giving a squeeze. she rolled her eyes and shoved him off. “you guys would get to watch the race from the track itself.” 

“i don’t know the first thing about cars,” sasha laughed, you nodding along with her. 

“and you think we do? i just said that so we could get the best seats in the house,” connie snorted, taking another swig of his drink. you chuckled at his idiocy, unfazed by yet another one of their stupid stunts. “where’re the big racers anyway?” 

“they should be here soon,” you responded, glancing out the window. jean was unironically blasting the fast and the furious soundtrack, something he’d done after every race for as long as you’d known him. by now the songs were ingrained in your brain. 

“who wants to bet jaeger is in a pissy mood?” jean snorted as he moved to sit down on the arm of the chair you were planted in. 

“when isn’t he?” you sneered. connie and sasha hummed in agreement. both you and jean loved nothing more than to push eren’s buttons. you knew jean’s motives stemmed from some boyish fun, whereas yours felt a little more personal. 

the sound of clapping began to compete with the music, your neck craning to look past jean into the hallway. eren, armin, and mikasa came into view, people cheering them on and patting them on the back. they each wore their racing jackets over their street clothes. 

you felt a familiar sensation burn in your stomach at the sight of eren. his dark hair was pulled back per usual, wispies framing his tan face. The white jacket stood out against his black t-shirt and black jeans; key necklace he always wore glinting against his chest. as your gaze travelled up from his body, you were startled to make contact with his teal eyes. you quickly glanced away in embarrassment. 

“well, well, well,” jean cheered, raising his bottle to the trio. “how’d it feel to lose to a short, old man, eh jaeger?”

eren scowled, obviously peeved. “if i had to lose to anyone, i’m glad it was levi.” 

connie snorted at that. “man, professional circuit has you soft.” 

“whatever you say, baldie,” eren smirked mischievously as he came to sit down on the couch. connie defensively rubbed his head. “at least i’m making money in prof.” 

“i still can’t believe you have people that actually want to sponsor you,” you snipped, a playful expression on your face. eren lazily looked towards you, the familiar irritation laced in his eyes. 

“i’m sorry, what was that? i wasn’t listening to you,” eren retorted, looking as unbothered as ever. you glared at his words, but caught armin’s disapproving eye and decided to stay quiet. 

as the night carried on, you watched your friends relax and reminisce about previous races and the days spent in the illegal ring. it seemed crazy that your life was so centered around car races, when you weren’t even a racer yourself. but you supposed you were just happy to be supporting your friends.

at some point you got up out of your chair to refill your cup. the large hoards of people had started to dance; the house feeling hot and humid as you shoved your way to the kitchen. luckily the room was empty, save for armin who was drinking water out of the kitchen tap. 

“thirsty?” you asked, amused. his head snapped up, surprised by your voice. it took one look to tell he was absolutely trashed, face red and eyes half lidded. he smiled goofily and nodded his head before stumbling back out into the crowd of people. 

you quickly filled your cup, following the direction armin had gone. as you stepped out of the kitchen, a body came out of nowhere and smacked into you. 

eren jumped back, trying to avoid the liquid that sloshed out of your cup. “hey, watch it!” he hissed. 

“you watch it, casanova,” you snapped, irritated by the sticky alcohol that dripped down your hand. eren’s eyes narrowed at the nickname, his arms defensively crossing his chest. 

“i told you not to call me that,” he bit back, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. you rolled your eyes, instinctively bringing your hand to your mouth in an attempt to lick the drink off. eren watched you, his gaze clouded with an indiscernible emotion. you knew what you were doing. 

“hm. too bad,” you quipped, dragging your tongue down the side of your hand, popping your pointer finger in your mouth. eren glowered at you as you let out a giggle. “see ya, loser.” 

“whatever, brat,” he huffed, shaking the tension from his pants as you sauntered off into the crowd. he hated the effect you had on him.

you’d already decided not to get shit faced. while the rest of your friends had chosen otherwise, you danced alongside them, your resolve wearing thin much faster than theirs. jean and sasha bounced happily up and down, screaming the lyrics to whatever song it was blasting from the speakers. connie and mikasa were playing beer pong, and you had no clue where armin and eren had gone.

you heaved in a breath as a sharp pain shot through your side, signaling the end of your dancing career for the night. your two dance partners were too far gone to notice, waving goodbye to you as you stepped out of the sweaty crowd. 

slipping your phone out of your pocket, your eyes nearly popped from your head at the time. two thirty?!

only slightly tipsy, you decided to find jean’s room and call it a night. he’d just have to sleep on the couch. with one hand dragging on the wall, you made your way through the house, past armin who was doing body shots with a couple of strangers, up the stairs and down the dark hall. it was quieter up here, but you could still hear the music and knew it’d be awhile till sleep visited you. 

shoving jean’s door open, you were surprised to see none other than eren laid back on the bed, puffs of smoke coming from his mouth. the strong scent of weed hit your nostrils, nose scrunching up in reflex. he propped himself up on one arm upon your entrance, eyeing you. 

“oh, sorry i’ll just- wait a minute,” you paused, narrowing your eyes at him. “you aren’t supposed to be smoking on your sponsorship.” 

eren let out a loud laugh at that, more smoke spilling from his lungs. “thanks, mom. i know.” 

you stood in the doorway, not really sure what to do. “jean’s gonna be mad if his room smells like weed tomorrow.” 

“yeah, why do you think i chose to do it in here?” he leered, bringing the blunt to his lips and deeply inhaling, sharp cheekbones protruding with the action. you sucked in a breath, not wanting to acknowledge just how gorgeous he was. his jacket was off, black shirt tightly gripping his muscular yet slender arms as he propped himself up. he blew the smoke from his nostrils this time, making your face heat. “wanna hit?”  

you sighed, weighing the options. jean’s bed was a lot more comfortable than connie’s. you could just wait till eren was done, and then pass out. “no, but i’ll wait with you till you’re done.” 

“suit yourself, brat,” eren hummed, flopping back down on the bed as you shut the door behind yourself. you came to sit by him, looking down as he heaved in a sober breath. he really is beautiful, you thought. 

your eyes scanned his face. “you really shouldn’t be smoking, you know. you could lose the sponsorship.” 

eren rolled his teal eyes, giving you a side glance. “i’m aware. i’m also aware that you aren’t going to rat on me.” 

“and what makes you so sure?” you asked playfully, your voice low. eren’s gaze shifted to you, placing the blunt between his lips as he sat up, face inches from yours. 

“because. you can act like you hate me all you want,” smoke blew from his lips as he spoke, slowly inching his face closer to yours. you swallowed, eyes struggling to maintain contact with his dark stare. “but i know how badly you want me.” 

you blinked, heart rate accelerating as he glanced at your lips. “speaking from experience?” 

eren’s mouth quirked up in a smirk at your words. “something like that.”

you watched with desire as he brought the bud of the blunt up to his lips, deeply inhaling the toxic smoke. he lifted his free hand, pointer finger gently tracing your jaw as his thumb came up to caress your chin. he tapped softly against your face, as if asking you to open your mouth. 

you weren’t sure what part of you was wanting to submit to his every move. maybe it was the alcohol. or maybe it was the accumulation of sexual tension. something told you it was a deeper itch that needed to be scratched. an itch only eren could reach. 

you parted your lips, eyes fluttering as eren leaned forward and carefully brushed his own against yours, dumping his lungful of smoke into your mouth. you breathed it in, fighting the urge to cough and whine as he pulled away. 

“good girl,” he breathed, leaning away to snuff the bud out on jean’s bedside table. you heaved out as much as you could, shocked by your own willingness. you were mainly surprised by how much you enjoyed whatever that was. 

you stared at him expectantly as he turned back to you, a serious expression on his face. “eren.” 

“yes?” he asked, leaning heavily on his arm, eyes unashamedly focused on your lips. his other hand came up again, lightly ghosting your jawline. you could feel yourself growing wet between your legs; the way eren was fucking you with his eyes sending an unwelcomed throb to your clit. 

acting on impulse, you lurched forward, latching your lips onto eren’s slightly chapped ones. he wasted no time in kissing you back; hungrily pressing himself closer to your body. his lips were warm and tasted like weed and coca cola, his tongue wiggling its way into your mouth where you happily welcomed it. 

you brought your hand up, wanting to run your fingers through his hair, but were stopped when they got caught in the bun. eren grunted, kissing you harder and bringing his own hand up to yank the tie from his locks, letting his soft hair fall to his shoulders. 

your fingers were quick to glide through the brown strands, scratching his scalp in the process. some throaty sound emitted from his chest, the noise making your cunt ache in need. how is he so hot? 

eren’s hands came to your waist, roughly shoving you down onto the bed, so that he hovered above you. your lips continued to meld together, saliva coated mouths wetly intertwined. you removed your hand from his hair, bringing both hands to run down the expanse of his arms that were on either side of your head. you squeezed his biceps, surprised when he suddenly pulled away. 

“is this okay?” he panted, breaths labored. his pupils were dilated, all seriousness behind his gaze. you nodded your head without hesitation, practically begging him to continue. “words.”

“yes, yes. i want this just as much as you do,” you responded. eren smirked from above you, his dark hair swirling around his face as his key dangled in front of your chin. 

“good, because,” he leaned down to your ear, lightly nibbling the lobe as the cold key rested against your throat. “i’m going to punish you for all these years of torture.” 

your eyes widened, the words sending a desirable chill down your spine. “torture?” 

eren’s hot mouth travelled slowly from your ear down the side of your neck, lightly peppering the skin with lustful kisses. his tongue came out as he reached your collarbone, dragging the wet muscle up the front of your throat, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. a small whimper involuntarily left your mouth as he pulled back, grabbing your chin in his large hand.  

“all of the nicknames,” he pressed a kiss to your lips. “the quips,” and another, your chest tightening. “the stunt you pulled earlier with your hand. oh god. it’s like you were practically begging me to bend you over and teach you a lesson.” 

he pulled back, dark eyes boring into yours. the desire was palpable, your breathing shallow as he stared at you. it was like he was waiting for some silent agreement. 

you held eye contact, tilting your chin back ever so slightly in his grip. “good thing i learn fast.” 

your words flew straight to his cock, throbbing uncomfortably behind his jeans. eren let go of your chin, his lips hungrily reconnecting with yours as his hands pinned your wrists to either side of your head. his tongue was quick to invite itself into your mouth, warm and erotic. 

you wanted to tug on his hair again; wanted to hear his primal groans and feel him vibrate against your mouth, but you were pinned to the bed. desperate to hear eren moan, your teeth grazed his bottom lip, the action making him yank his head back. 

“tsk tsk, none of that,” he growled, wet lips glinting in the low light of the room. “this is your punishment. guess we’re going to have to do something else.” 

you frowned as he let go of your wrists, lifting himself from the bed and standing. you propped yourself up on your elbows, eyes laced with desire as eren swiftly pulled the black shirt over his head, key pendant resting on his newly exposed chest. he was dangerously attractive like this; dark hair disheveled on his shoulders, only adding to the feral stare he was giving you. 

he leaned forward, grabbing your thighs and yanking you to the end of the bed, legs dangling from the side. you watched in awe as he dropped to his knees, fingers coming up to toy with the button of your jean shorts. 

“these little shorts make your ass look so good,” he grumbled, tapping the button. “be good and take them off for me.” 

you wasted no time in lifting your ass off the bed, struggling to yank the denim down your legs without hitting eren in the face. he watched your every movement, licking his lips as you wiggled them off. 

without thinking, your hands gripped the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal a black bra. eren’s pupils dilated further at the unexpected sight of your breasts. 

he helped pull the shorts from your ankles, tossing them aside as you sat back down, just in your panties and bra. you paused for a moment, unsure of what he was planning to do. 

“watch me,” he demanded, staring at you through his brows. you nodded your head, breath hitching as he placed an open mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh, tongue swiping against the smooth skin. 

his eyelashes fluttered as he licked up your leg; just the way he looked at you being enough to have you creaming in your lace panties. your teeth tugged at your bottom lip, the burning in your face mirroring the way your clit throbbed along with your heart beat. 

eren’s tongue trailed until he reached the edge of your underwear, eyes never failing to stay connected with yours. you swallowed as he lifted his head, placing his tongue flatly against your clothed clit. 

it was a warm, muted feeling, your body all too aware of the beautiful man between your legs. eren brought his fingers up, hooking under the fabric and pushing it to the side. 

“so wet for me already,” he hummed, a smile on his face. you blushed in embarrassment, the feeling of his breath on your glistening pool of moisture making you shiver. “’m gonna eat you so good, little bitch.” 

you gasped as eren rapidly brought his face down, burying his head between your legs. the sensation was like no other; a swirling feeling in your stomach as his tongue hungrily swiped against your clit. your hands flew down to his hair, tugging as his lips wrapped around the bud, suckling softly. 

a moan escaped your lips, the sound causing eren to groan out in reply. the vibration of his vocal cords against your center amplifying the pleasure. 

a distinct feeling began to burn in your chest, the sloppiness of eren’s tongue licking up your slick causing your legs to squirm, tightening around his head. “fuck.”

eren pulled back at the pressure against his skull, a smack sounding through the air as he released his suction on your wet cunt. 

“i told you to be good,” he hissed, lips coated in your sheen. you knew the image of eren’s face between your legs, hair disheveled and mouth swollen, eyes dark and lustrous, would be burned into the back of your brain. 

flustered, you nodded your head, spreading your legs so they weren’t pressing against his face. he nodded in content, arms coming up to wrap around your thighs to keep you steady. 

and he was back; eating your pussy like he hadn’t been fed in years, a primal desperation. he pressed his tongue down harder, the cry ripping from your throat at the sensation only egging him on. you struggled against his grip as he abused your clit with his mouth, sucking and tracing his teeth over it so good. 

his tongue slid down to your entrance, shoving itself in without invitation. the fullness wasn’t like having sex; it was a heated, swirling feeling. the wet muscle circled around your spongey walls, your face beginning to burn and hands growing clammy in eren’s hair. 

you threw your head back as his ministrations sped up, your hips attempting to grind into his face. the warmth in the pit of your stomach building like a loaded gun, ready to release itself. 

all it took was the added pressure of his hand wrapping around your thigh so that his thumb could press against your clit, feverishly rubbing. you came crashing down, your eyes screwing shut as the wave of dopamine stretched to every part of your body, legs jerking against his hold. 

eren pulled his head back again, a smile on his wet face as he licked your release from his lips. “tasted so good, so good for me.” 

you breathed out in reply as he came back up above you, gently taking your chin and bringing his mouth down to yours. 

the kiss was small and simple, your eye lids growing heavy. you could taste your bitter release on him, the unfamiliar flavor not completely unpleasant. 

“sleepy?” eren mumbled against your lips, coming back to look at you. you nodded your head, eyes catching on the key that dangled from his neck. “too bad. we aren’t done with your punishment yet.” 

you frowned, your body suddenly more awake than it was before. “huh?” you asked, sitting up as eren shifted to pull his jeans off. 

you weren’t sure what you expected when he yanked both his jeans and boxers down; you guessed you’d always thought his anger issues were compensation for something. the realization dawned on you that eren had nothing to compensate for as his cock sprung from his pants, the sheer size making your mouth water. 

a smirk crossed his face as he stepped from his jeans. “enjoying the view?” 

“what? no,” you scoffed, averting your gaze. eren crawled back over you, his bare length pressing into your stomach as his hands came up to unclasp your bra. 

“don’t be shy, this is your punishment after all,” he whispered, pulling the cups from your chest. his eyes unashamedly scanned your breasts, a smile tugging his lips as he gave them a generous squeeze. 

you tried to ignore the imprint of him on your stomach; but it was nearly impossible. you could feel the spot between your legs grow wet again, arousal already weaseling its way back into your system.

eren brought his lips to yours once again, the kisses much sloppier and desperate than before. he grunted as you shifted to lay back down, his exposed dick rubbing against your stomach. “can’t wait to be inside of you,” he mumbled against your lips. 

you whimpered at his words, his lips melding with your own while he simultaneously tugged your panties down your legs. he propped himself up with one arm, the other positioning the tip of his cock at the entrance of your already throbbing cunt. 

you took a deep breath as he slowly eased himself into you; the sheer stretch making your eyes lull back in your head. eren moved his hips slowly at first, loosening you up. he was watching your expressions; his eyelids heavy and mouth slightly agape. 

“shit, you’re so tight,” he groaned, hips starting to move faster as he gazed down at you. you swallowed, closing your eyes as he sent one particularly hard thrust, cock nearly ramming your cervix. “you good?” 

“mhm,” you responded, bringing your hands up to grab his hair. “just so big.” 

eren let out a breathy chuckle at that, eyes traveling down to your pelvis where his dick was visibly creating a bump with every thrust. he placed his hand on your stomach, pressing down as he bucked his hips violently forwards. he was so deep. 

you cried out at the feeling of his length sliding in and out of your cunt, your walls clenching around him as your hands clawed at his muscular back. 

he was filling you up so good, a moan leaving his lips as your enhanced arousal unexpectedly brought your second orgasm down, tears pricking your eyes. eren kept abusing your pussy, his thrusts growing senseless before he buried himself deep within you, releasing his load inside of your exhausted center. 

both of your breathing was labored, eren looking up at the ceiling. his face was flushed as he recovered, you laying limply beneath him trying to regain your composure yourself. 

“that felt so good,” you admitted, bringing your hand up from his back to caress his angular face. eren frowned at your words, large hand grabbing your wrist and removing it from his jawline. 

“m’not tired yet,” he said seriously, your eyes widening as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. your fucked out face beneath him had his dick already hardening again. “m’not gonna be tired till i win.” 

he suddenly pulled up, hooking his hands under your knees and pushing your legs up by your head. the action strained your muscles, the feeling of eren’s cum dripping down your ass filling your head as he readied himself to fuck you senseless. 

he stared at your cunt; at the way his cum was oozing out of it, the abused pussy ready to take him in again. he used his fingers to catch the drip, forcing it back inside of you. the thought of filling you up all nice and pretty sent him over the edge, his hand shamelessly guiding his cock back inside of you.

eren was meaner this time; each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting your cervix and making you cry out in pleasure. the burning sensation in your clit was overwhelming, your mouth hanging open as eren slowly fucked you stupid. 

“good, pretty girl” eren breathed out, ramming his hips into yours. “took her punishment like such a good girl.” 

you tried to nod your head, but you couldn’t move. the feeling of hot, sticky tears rolled down your face, eren’s cock deep within you almost too much to bear. he grabbed your chin, tongue swiping up your cheek as he savored the salty flavor on his tastebuds. this man and his licking. 

“tell me, did you learn your lesson?” eren grunted in your ear, hand still gripping your chin. you tried to form a sentence, fucked beyond words. “hm, use your words and i’ll let you cum.” 

one more deep thrust and his dick stopped its strokes, pausing within you. “yes... yes.” 

“yes what?” 

your tongue was heavy in your mouth, pussy all too aware of eren’s length within it. “i learned my lesson, you won.” 

he smirked, aggressively bucking his hips into your weak cunt, the action making you cry out as he rammed your cervix. the tears continued to roll down your cheeks as eren’s dick twitched, spurting the his seed into you. your third release followed his, your clit spasming from the overstimulation. 

eren heaved himself out of you, collapsing deftly onto the bed. the two of you sat in a heated silence, your face sticky from the tears. eren glanced to you, eyes trailing down your body. 

“i’ll get a rag,” he mumbled, shoving off the bed and walking into jean’s bathroom. you were beyond exhausted and knew that you’d be sore tomorrow. eren reemerged, quickly cleaning you up and handing you your shirt. 

your eyes lazily watched him as he walked over and locked the door; brain too tired to form a sentence. 

he must’ve noticed your concern. “we can sleep in here tonight; i don’t think you’re in any shape to move.” 

you carefully crawled into the sheets, not even bothering to put your shirt back on. eren followed suit, climbing in behind you. 

“night,” he whispered as he shut the bedside light off. your lids were growing heavy, a smile on your lips as you began to fall asleep. 

“night, casanova.” 

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