#makes me a little sick drawing this cause he looks. so. innocent and that he wants to help people

[kitteqq]

meme redraw for 'christ you are extremely fuckin selfish, die' uhmm this is. pre-guest war lol

[midnightwriter21]

heyy :) can i request small scenarios of s/o asking the kny hashira what hairstyle do they like the best on them?? (like braid, ponytail, bun, hair down etc etc) some fluff!!

demon slayer hcs: which hairstyles do the hashira prefer

characters: obanai, rengoku, sanemi, muichiro, mitsuri, tengen, shinobu, giyuu

warnings: i say meanie words

an: giyuu’s kinda sucked lol i’m sorry. i don’t write for gyomei

OBANAI

i think obanai would prefer his partner to have a practical hairstyle

that way it doesn’t become an obstacle or even a danger if they come into contact with a demon

therefore he’d probably like his partner to wear their hair tied up in some way

whether it’s braided like mitsuri

or in a simple ponytail

as long as it’s outta the way and won’t become a safety hazard

bc with snake boy

your safety is his top priority

also!!

obanai is canonically down bad for his bae

so he’d also like his partners hair tied up so that it doesn’t obscure their face from his view

he likes to admire you

wants to see every inch of every expression that crosses your face

RENGOKU

i’ve said this before in other hcs but imma restate it here

kyo is the ultimate service bf

will do EVERYTHING for you

including doing your hair

that being said

i feel like he’d do your hair exactly the same way he does his

the lil half up half down thing he got goin on?

it’s the only hair style he knows how to do lmfao

but!!

if you don’t prefer that hairstyle he would absolutely learn how to do other ones

would prob ask mitsuri to teach him how to do hair

he just wants you to be happy with the way you look

SANEMI

BOYFRIENNDDDDDDD

he’s so gorgeous it makes me sick

my man’s likes long hair

now do NOT get it twisted!!

if you’re on a mission?

that hair better be tied tf up

ponytail, braids, bun, pigtails

he don’t care

but put it up

like obanai, your safety comes first

sanemi will tie your hair up himself if need be

it might get tangled… but it’ll be up

if you’re just chilling at the butterfly mansion or at his estate though…

he likes it down

he likes the way it flows down your back and frames your face

and when he’s feeling soft he likes to run his fingers through it

he thinks it makes you look more innocent and carefree

MUICHIRO

he does not gaf

at all lmfaoooooo

okay that’s a lie

kinda

i feel like he doesn’t really care about the length of your hair

or the exact style you wear it in

but i do think he likes face framing bangs

not for any real reason

just that it accentuates your facial features

it draws more attention to just how cute you are

MITSURI

oh you already know that y’all are about to be TWINNINGGGG

mitsuri is braiding your hair herself😤

i just know she’s so gentle with it too

she’s brushing your hair and detangling any stubborn knots

you don’t even feel the slightest tug on your scalp

did y’all’s moms ever pull tf outta your hair while they were doing ur hair when u were little?

i learned to do my own hair rly young cause she was so rough… just me? oh okay

ANYWAYS

yk when you used to plan to wear the same outfits as your friends when you were younger?

the whole “let’s both wear a skirt tomorrow” type thing?

that’s mitsuri but with your hair

and it’s every single day

queen

TENGEN

he does not have to be THAT fine bro tell the animators to calm down

ik they be animating him with one hand if ykwim lmfaoo

*ahem* anyways

another one that does not gaf what you do with your hair

as long as it’s ✨flashy✨

and by flashy i mean he wants it to be something that makes you feel and look confident

cause confidence is sexy af

period

now he does want you to keep up your hair maintenance

and by hair maintenance

i mean make sure that hair dye stays fresh

those split ends? trimmed

and keep that shit washed and clean too

other than hair maintenance i don’t think he’s that picky

every once in a while he might suggest a hairstyle he thinks would suit you

but ultimately it’s your decision

also i think he’s really good at doing hair

i mean the man has 3 wives already

if you think he’s not helping them style theirs… your wrong

SHINOBU

mommy? sorry… mommy?

i think she’d prefer your hair to be tied up in a bun

she likes to see your face

study your expressions

she likes being able to read you

things you like, dislike, and how you react to certain things

not only does she think you’re adorable

but she thinks your facial expressions are entertaining as well

she’s gonna help you do your hair

and she’s def the best at doing hair compared to the other hashira

she’s gonna have you looking good asf

not a hair out of place

GIYUU

water boy likes short hair

not super short

like below the chin but just barely above the shoulders

idk why i just feel it in my bones

also the cute wispy bangs covering your forehead

yeah

i can’t come up with a reason for this i just think it fits lmfao sorry

[brotherwtf]

Age gap clegan got me like 😳😳😳 size difference/experienced John + innocent gale… phew

maybe for some angst John has a drinking problem/some demons Gale doesn’t know about/he comes home drunk and is a little rough in bed which triggers Gale a bit. Cue John reassuring him daddy wouldn’t ever hurt his boy 🥵 and a lavish body worship session. (after sex they have a talk about boundaries and how Gale is in control at all times, and establish what amounts to a safe word lol)

SAME got me blushing and twirling my hair every time I talk about it

(prepare to be sick of me, got a lot of stuff cued up for this age gap au)

I fully think John might kind of lay off on drinking for a little while when he starts dating Gale, no need to put him back through that trauma he basically rescues him from, but there are times when he just needs a drink. Be it a long day of work or something of the sort, he just needs something strong to wash it down. It was a habit he was trying to break, but he still found himself reaching for the bottle when he had a rough day

He never does it at the house, doesn't want the smell of it to trigger Gale, but one time he drinks too much. Stumbles home and when he sees Gale all he can think about is how darn pretty he looks, how he can't believe that he's all his.

Gale would smile when he sees John, would ask how his day went, and John would kiss him immediately, shoving him against the wall to lay claim on him. Gale can't quite catch up, lips falling sloppy on top of Johns, but he likes when John is a little rough with him.

It's only when John pins Gale's hands against the wall and Gale can taste the whiskey on his tongue that Gale starts to not like John's roughness. His father once shoved him into the wall, forced Gale to stay down while he used his belt, and the smell of whiskey and the proximity of John's heavy body was making Gale squirm.

He pulls away and forces John to stop, almost has to shout for John to get off of him, but as soon as John realizes he is fucking devastated that he ever would cause Gale to relive what he went through, literally falls to his knees and begs Gale to yell at him, to tell him off or force him away, he just feels so bad

of course Gale knows that John didn't mean anything by it, just tells him not to be so rough when he's been drinking, reminds him too much of home, and John continues to just beg for forgiveness

DADDY KINK TIME SOUND THE ALARM

sometimes when John's had something to drink, Gale gets so in his head that it reminds him of his father, he knows he can ask John to stop but he feels too good with what Johns doing to ask him to

thinking maybe he calls John "daddy" when he's telling Gale how good he's doing, how well he's taking him, and it dislodges something in his brain because he never got any sort of praise at home, makes him feel protected

and of course John latches onto that immediately, tells Gale how he's going to take care of his boy, won't ever hurt him, will spoil him however he likes, maybe he'll draw Gale a bath after this? and Gale's mind is going so fuzzy bcs someone almost his father's age is treating him with the love and appreciation he craved so much as a child

John of course talks about taking care of his boy all of the time, won't ever let anything happen to him, he's going to be okay :((

age gap au you will always be famous I love her dearly

[ar3s-r4t-qu33n]

Idfc if he's real or not, he's still worse written than Eddie. Also the problem is in his fans that are making him no guilty, innocent baby and always refering that Coyle/Eddie/Everybody else im outlast are the same. And if you think it'll work, try to compare Walker (with PTSD after war) with Franco (who is just a sicko). Anyway Barbi's simps are way more agressive than any other fans when you say something bad, what's a fact, about a grown ass man. I feel like those people are just little kids who are getting upset after school and shouldn't play the game ;) When I see all those comments with "He'S mY PoOkIE" I'm getting sick... Ya'll should get a brain

Guys look!! I got one!!

You don't deserve a response, because if you were old enough to be playing Outlast, you would be able to figure out that shaming people for (checks notes) liking a fictional character in a horror series? Is plain stupid.

It would also serve you well to maybe do some spell check before you come into my asks like this. I'd take you more seriously if you maybe drafted this one more time, but here we go:

First of all, you don't know me. You can check out my like, five posts and see that only two of em are Franco related and none of them baby him. In fact, I don't think I've seen a post yet by anyone who says "Franco is a sweet, innocent baby who did no wrong" because... That's the point. He's interesting BECAUSE he's done shit wrong. We are playing Outlast. Everyone is complex and awful and interesting. Just because not every post is marked with a little footnote that says "oh by the way everyone, Franco is a bad, bad man 🥺 I don't support his actions, I'm not a Franco defender, I just wanted to draw him being silly 🥺" doesn't mean we're all out here claiming he's a saint. The fact that he's a fucked up lil guy is why we like him. I feel like that's a given with all Outlast characters? But that's just me after being a fan of this franchise for years now, idk, being able to step back and analyse a community to see what they enjoy about something is quite a fun and easy task, I recommend giving it a try instead of coming into "loser nobody who has been on Tumblr for like a week's" asks to complain to me like I can put all the Franco fans in the corner until they learn to interpret characters the way you have decided is objectively correct.

But even if they are "babying" him and apparently ignoring that this is the Outlast series and Franco is a character from Outlast... Oh no! What horror! Someone is misinterpreting a VIDEO GAME CHARACTER what a terrible and unique crime!

Franco "just a sicko" Barbi was abused and neglected by his father, his mother was murdered, and he only ever received affection after he killed someone. But yeah, he was just born fucked up whereas every other Outlast character earned their trauma and the right to kill the player. What a senseless and just untrue take and I'm sure you know that, you just want to complain because that's all you people like to do. You want to feel morally superior over someone because you don't understand why they feel the way they do instead of just moving on and ignoring them like any other sensible adult would. Because who's actually getting hurt if some people think Franco is their lil Pookie? Is it you? Does it cause you psychic damage? Because last I checked, this is the internet. We are responsible for ourselves, so unless somebody is actually hurting anyone...

Block the Franco tag. You are brave enough to type out this whole message to a stranger online and act morally superior because comparing which video game character deserves the right to kill you is THE most mature thing in the world, so you're definitely brave enough to block the tag and move on.

You are responsible for what you see online, but ESPECIALLY on Tumblr, it is so so easy to hide content you don't want to see, and mind your own business. Quite frankly, I don't care if I come across as aggressive here. You came into my asks about a tag/fandom you clearly aren't in trying to act like you're better than the rest of us. That's pretty damn aggressive, wouldn't you say?

This is Outlast. A game about fucked up guys doing fucked up shit, and we love them for it. If that is too much for you, if the mommy issues gangster is too crazy for you but Eddie and Trager and Knoth and Coyle are completely fine, no questions asked? I don't think this series is for you. Sexual horror is a staple of Outlast. Childhood trauma is a staple of Outlast. You can't be shocked when people respond to a new character in a video game they like.

YOU are not better than me because you like Chris Walker and I like Franco Barbi. I can't believe you need to be told this, we are all in the same uncomfortable freakshow cesspit that is The Outlast Fandom, no one is morally good. No one is better than anyone else. You cannot claim moral superiority over any character because at the end of the day, I can point to Wernicke and say with my full chest that he is objectively the worst because he's a literal nazi, and what then? Are you going to tell me that Franco is worse than a nazi? The debate is over, in the list of "who is the worst of these awful people", Wernicke wins hands DOWN. The point is null because EVERYONE SUCKS HERE!!! THAT'S THE POINT!!!!

Is that enough for you? Or are you gonna keep harassing people through your alts or getting your friends to do it? I can go alllllll day, baby, you ain't making me feel bad about my interests in the O U T L A S T fandom, dear GOD, this is ridiculous. Don't fucking condescend me, telling me to "get a brain" you don't KNOW ME, I am a stranger to you, why do you feel comfortable coming onto my blog harassing me about a video game character? That's not a good look for you and now it is immortalised here. Anonymous or not, you still did this. Whoever you are, you typed that out and sent it to a random person you do not know and felt comfortable enough to do so.

That's weird.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

New week!

Replies mostly related to our recent posts, but some are miscellaneous (twst related and not). Also, there is a shitpost sketch at the end of the post lol

Anonymous asked:

Just a random question but what was your very first ship?

Can’t even say for certain because it’s been like 20 years already lol But the first one that I called a ship would probably be Cedric/Phobos from W.I.T.C.H.

Look at me loving backstabbing scheming douchebags since day one…

Anonymous asked:

I feel like their was two bodies after the twins delt with things, cause even tiny as heck I can see them taking bodies

(related to this post)

Aw come on, Anon, look at those innocent angels!! (you are absolutely right)

Anonymous asked:

hi i sent the cat dad ask, that was the CUTEST thing i’ve ever read in my entire life it was adorable and everything and more than what i’d hoped for omg!! my flowers are watered, my skin is clear, my illness is cure😭😭😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

idia being the most enamored cat dad is so cute AAUGGHHH i think lilia would make matching outfits for him and his cat, maybe with pop music club’s help. vil cooking for his cat!!! 😭😭😭 oh his pretty kitty would have their own engraved bowl. i think vil would send so many pictures to his dad

all of this is extra cute to me with the idea that i had that these strays are probably leading difficult lives on the streets but aren’t scared of humans. it’d be a “to be loved is to be changed” moment (pls look it up it’s before and afters of sad cats and it’s SO CUTE). ok i’m sorry i’ll stop haranguing you about cats JSKDKDKS THANK YOU AGAIN

— shroudswap anon

(related to this post)

Aah, it was you, Shroudswap Anon!!

I am very happy you liked the post, once again thank you for the ask! <3 It really was a lovely one to write! Somehow, it’s easier to write wholesome stuff about boys caring for animals than for each other lol

But also, what have you done, now I’m thinking about Vil sending cat pics to his dad… His dad became a grandpa the day that cat chose Vil as his human lol I’m sure he is going to send them even more gifts than Vil buys for the cat + spoil the cat rotten as much as he can.

But also, what have you done [2], now I’m also thinking about how these strays would be so much happier and healthier with the boys taking care of them :( To be loved is to be changed indeed!! Just look at Jamil smiling to his cat lol

I’m always happy to talk about cats…

Anonymous asked:

Sister Idia must be the very image of a saint with his ethereal glow. Nevermind that the glow is coming from his hair, that's just a physical manifestation of God's grace, obviously.

Also be honest, are the sick nuns getting a healthy diet of shrooms in the infirmary? I guess that's one way to experience mystical ecstasy

(related to our new AU)

The symbolism is all here, Anon! That imagery suits Idia so well. I really want to draw him holding a lamb or something lol

To answer your question… people say that sister Jade cares for the sick ones so well that whenever it’s their time to go, they always die smiling <3 It’s like their pain just went away and they fell asleep peacefully~

So yes, he does feed them with stuff they’re not quite supposed to eat and add some funky additions to the stuff he injects them with lol

m1lk-n-cook1es asked:

The nun au reminds me of a Little Mermaid fanfic from the same author as "Once Upon A Nightmare" that I told you a while back, where mermaids are more inhuman, with tentacles that look like fins in the distance, claws and fangs, and Ariel banging Eric (who is a trans guy) and impregnating him with her eggs

Dark themes and mermaids are always fun!! In fact, I think people should consider merpeople to be dangerous more often lol

Fun idea for a fic though :) Poor Eric lol

Anonymous asked:

I saw your Gidel and Fellow doodle on your twitter about the name change and I LOVE THAT SO MUCH cause I'm also thinking the same thing 🤣

"It's for our disguise Giddy!~" 🦊

Everyone calls him all sort of different names, Fellow said so himself (Episode 1-3) 😆

This bitch probably has done a lot of name changes for his con jobs n shit. (¬‿¬) 💚

(referring to this sketch from a 🔑twt acc, since it’s not for ko-fi and just a shitpost, here you go. He can’t even read the papers...)

Thank you Anon!! <3 Just like any other person I really hate that name change, but thinking about Fellow having lots of different names pacifies me a little bit lol Well, at least it makes me laugh and not want to break walls.

I wonder if Fellow has a guy that helps him out with fake ids… maybe his bosses make it easier for him these days; he probably used to go to various shady people before. But then again, they probably don’t always need to have papers… just come up with a name and go! Right, Ernesto? Good grief…

tardigrade-misfit asked:

Silver looks so adorable in his lil hoodie meanwhile Sebek looks like he only agreed to wear it because it was Malleus themed lol

(related to this post)

Thank you! Yeah, Silver is a cutie pie, as always lol Sebek should wear that hoodie with pride! He is closer to his beautiful waka-sama with those little horns on his hood.

I love these hoodies a lot; they are from that one drawing that Yana did of Diasomnia boys going to a movie theater. Katsu and I both are so obsessed with it; they look so adorable wearing those! I wish Yana did more sketches with characters hanging out like that, but of course I am grateful for everything she already does…

Anonymous asked:

I saw the latest comic about Gidel and Fellow Honest (I refuse to use the English names) on kofi and I think I have a proposition. I’ll be their sugar whatever but I get to touch their fuzzy ears now and again. Do you think they’d accept my terms?

Since we got this ask the same day we posted previously mentioned sketch (also a comic), I assumed you were referring to this one as well, but come to think about it we did have a Gidel and Fellow comic posted on ko-fi the other week…

Regardless! I think you absolutely should be their sugar whatever (… parent?), their sponsor and their financier lol Fellow will refuse at first, but it’s just because he is a bit prideful; maybe after some fuzzy ear touching he’ll reconsider. Keep petting the fox! The little cat will help you.

Anonymous asked:

I too used to hate all things girly when I was younger. Now I’m grown and like to wear kawaii clothes and will kick the asses of those who say otherwise  (◕‿◕✿)

This is exactly what Vil would’ve wanted for you, Anon. And this is exactly what he wants for Epel. 💪😔

Anonymous asked:

Do you do any chesward here?

Nope! Sorry.

[boonsmoon]

Radiant

Tesla ver. of this req (Thor version) I haven't read the manga so uhm, yeah probably bad Tesla Chaotic Aztec god reader; however, you don't have to be the god of chaos

Request Chungus Masterlist Record of Ragnarok Masterlist Nikola Tesla x m Aztec god!reader Genres: Oneshot|Fluff|Romantic

You roamed the vast land of Valhalla quite often. Sure you were a god, but you've known everyone here for thousands of years! It gets boring hanging around those losers.

So the next best thing? Hang around the dead humans that happened to get here. At least they all had a different reaction!

It took awhile of messing with some other people, but you finally stumbled upon this "Tesla" guy. Apparently he contributed quite a bit to humans, so perhaps you could spend some time irritating getting to know him. Little did you know...the tables would be turned (unintentionally).

So maybe you broke into his lab, and maybe you made a mess while looking at these papers with endless numbers, but you're innocent! The place was already a mess when you got here, who cares if it got worse?

Nikola cares. Nikola cares a lot actually. You could tell by the way he looked at the lab, the grip he had on those papers, that fire in his eyes when he saw the lines of chalk mixing together.

But he didn't say anything, not a word. Why? This mess you proudly stood in the middle of seemed all for naught. That's fine, if you can't get to him with his work, you'll just have to try with your natural charm instead.

Nikola sat in front of his chalkboard after cleaning up the mess you created, prompting you to sit next to him watch in confusion at whatever nonsense he wrote down.

"Hellooo there you silly human! Whatever are you working on?" You grinned while looking at him. When Nikola didn't answer, you inquired again, "um, hello? Human! What are you doing?"

After the second attempt, you grew tired of him ignoring you and started to poke him shoulder, "heyyyy, I'm talking to youuu," beginning to draw out your words, you waved a hand in front of Nikola's face.

"Hey? Are you ok?? Humans don't normally do this..." Less annoyed and more concerned, you began to look for anything abnormal, something that could be the cause of him ignoring you.

He can't be so zoned in that I'm zoned out! He must be sick...can the dead get sick? You began thinking to yourself before an idea came to mind.

"If you won't acknowledge me willingly, I'll just make you!" You said before grabbing hold of Nikola's seat and moving it away from the chalkboard. He has to notice me now!

Nikola slowly lowered the chalk and turned around to face whoever dare interrupt him. "It's about time, human! You are by far the airheaded person I've met!" You ranted.

Letting out an exhale you looked at his confusion filled face, "now! Tell me what it is you're doing," you said looking back over to the board.

Nikola taking this as an opportunity to start spouting theories and hopefully possible ideas, starts to yap about some science that you don't understand. "Ah! Well you see this writing here is..."

You started to zone out after the first sentence...you didn't really think paying attention would do much help anyways. That was until you heard something electricity and lightning.

"What was that about the lightning?" You asked, "and make it easy to understand!" He laughed and spoke, "I need lightning to confirm a theory, but I don't have any..."

Perhaps the boredom of being a god has been getting to you lately, but being around this irritating human a bit longer wouldn't hurt, right? No, no it wouldn't, so let's do that.

"Well, you're in luck! I'm feeling nice today and have decided to help you." Creating lightning ain't that hard, I mean maybe not large scale like Thor or Zeus, but definitely something close enough.

And so this went on for months. Tesla meets a dead end and you offer a helping hand to him. You weren't supposed to stay this long, but he's basically your emotional support human now.

Today you ended up creating a small scale sun, sure maybe the brightness and heat had a bit adjusting, but it was pretty much the real thing.

"What do ya think of this, human? Haha!" You laughed, showing off what you were capable of. What you got in response was praise, "very fascinating! It's radiant, just like you," Nikola looked at you and smiled.

Your face began to heat up and you turned away, "well don't get too excited now, this is only the beginning!" You crossed your arms and looked at him with conviction.

"I look forward to what you have in store for me," Nikola responded before running his tests and theories.

Yeah, he's a bit more than an emotional support human now, but that's alright with you.

hope you enjoyed my totally 100% accurate Tesla

[breannasfluff]

Art by @lvnamuraart! For @encantobigbang

Then

It starts with Julieta.

At least, when the triplets are pulled in front of an irate Alma, that’s who Bruno blames. Julieta vehemently denies it and points back at Bruno.

Alma takes this to mean it’s Pepa’s fault. Julieta is too good-natured to cause trouble, and Bruno is too withdrawn to partake in antics.

Pepa is tasked with cleaning up the mess and neither sibling offers to help.

The truth, though, lies somewhere in the middle.

“I’m going to make you drink this coffee and then you will barf!” Julieta chases Bruno, holding a spoon in one hand and a full cup of coffee in the other. It sloshes with the motion and soaks her skirt, but she’s too bent on retribution to notice.

Bruno, for his part, is scrambling around the kitchen table, sans ruana for once. “You should have seen your face when you took a sip!”

“Buttermilk!” Julieta howls. “How’d you even get the cream to curdle that fast?”

Bruno stops short and spins around. Julieta nearly slips on the tiles as she comes to an abrupt halt. “I told Pepa to look at the milk,” he says slyly.

Pepa, who leans in the doorway to watch, enters the fray with a clap of thunder. “I’ll make you drink the bottle after Juli’s done with you!”

Faced with two enraged siblings, Bruno makes the tactical decision to retreat.

Unfortunately, Pepa’s legs are longer and she blocks his exit at the door.

“It’s just a little prank,” he wheedles. “Anyway, Juli put double peppers in my soup last time and Mamá thought I was sick because my eyes watered so much!”

Julieta snorts at the memory. “She made me feed you more soup to heal you. It was great.”

“It wasn’t great, it was painful!”

“I only fed you double peppers because you nicked the roll I saved for a snack earlier!”

“But that wasn’t me!”

They turn to Pepa, who senses the shift in mood and starts shuffling backward from her doorway.

“Pepa.” Julieta’s voice is calm, but the grip on her spoon threatens to break the wood. “Did you eat my roll?”

“Which…roll?” Pepa tries going for innocence and fails.

“The roll on the windowsill.”

She squints. “Okay, I might have been walking by the window and Casita just happened to bump the lintel and a roll fell right into my hands! What was I supposed to do?”

“So, it’s Casita’s fault?” Bruno breaks into the growing tension. He lounges against the kitchen table, free from the earlier wrath.

Pepa shoots him a dirty look. If she throws Casita into the fire she’ll get cold showers for a week. “Well…maybe I asked Casita…for a snack…and got Julieta’s roll. But only because my lunch was replaced with a drawing of a sandwich! Who does that?”

Julieta points at Bruno immediately. “You know my drawing sucks.”

“You asked me to draw it!”

She gasps, wheeling on him. “You traitor! You swore you’d take the secret to your grave!”

Bruno bolts, but Julieta doesn’t go for him. Instead, she grabs a bowl off the counter and dips her hand inside. It comes out full of white powder. “Take that, you rotten mangy brother!” She throws it, dousing Bruno in flour.

After a moment of spluttering and wiping his face, he spins back. “You can’t throw flour on me!”

“Don’t point! Mamá says it’s very rude!”

“Rude is all you deserve!”

“Flour fight!” Pepa slides next to Julieta to group two handfuls, throwing one at Bruno and smacking another into Julieta’s head. Her hair is immediately coated—she’ll look good when she’s old with white hair.

“Don’t take my flour!” Julieta forgoes handfuls and throws the remaining flour in the bowl at Pepa. She shrieks as her front is covered, then dives for Julieta. The bowl clatters to the floor, unnoticed.

Also unnoticed, Bruno sidles out of the fray and scrambles for the doorway, intent on escaping.

He runs face-first into Alma.

[viciouslyfilthy]

Meanwhile, somewhere else among the crowd in the marketplace- a short, feeble and somewhat disheveled looking man sheepishly walked around, apologizing to whomever he even lightly bumped into- people sometimes looked at him funny since, well...  for those that managed to notice, you know, he did kind of have two long insect-like antennaes protruding from the back of his head. Which would cause some heads to turn once they figured out those things were attached to him.

At first glance, the scaredy-looking, lower-class guy seemed to just be looking at whatever was being sold at the marketplace, going from one table to another innocently, however...

His creepy-crawly companions were taking notes and plotting on what to take. The man needed food. And newer clothes. Wearing the same rags was starting to draw attention not only from people but from pests as well.

He didn't have the money to simply purchase, ever since he was presumed dead. Showing his face again to anyone that even slightly knew of him would mean getting tortured or killed, again, on the behalf of witchcraft. Which... technically it was, he had no other explanation for the entity that had brought him back to life... or how he could apparently control these cockroaches, or shed his skin- but he didn't want to die! He didn't want to suffer! He couldn't help being able to exist again... witchcraft or not! He never asked for any of this. He was doing his best with what he had.

Once he was far away from whatever table he was previously looking at, the little hissers would slowly make their way up and take clothes, shoes, soap, food and other goods...

Of course they'd get spotted from time to time, getting shooed away or, if they were lucky, the seller would get so disgusted by seeing countless amounts of cockroaches over a bag of potatoes that they'd throw the whole thing away all together- thinking it must've had something rotten inside that they didn't see at first. Better for them. More food for themselves and their leader.

"Good job!" Rotgut exclaimed excitedly at today's... well, 'indirect charity' from the merchants.

"Y-..you needn't have gotten a whole bag for me... all I wanted was some food for us and clean clothes.. or something to wash these- not both!" He chuckled lightly, holding a bunch of the perpetrators in his hands and petting them with his index finger.

Once they were out of there and far away from where others could see them, Rotgut happily examined what was brought before him. Of course the first thing he went for was the food, quickly breaking apart a piece of freshly baked bread and stuffing it into his mouth.

Of course the thieves wanted their share as well- the hissers started making their way back from where they originally came from- the insides of their leader, of course!

Rotgut still flinched and cringed at the feeling of insects entering his nostrils, mouth, etc. Even while he was still chewing his food- but at least they meant him no harm. He still didn't fully understand why... actually, wait- no, he fully understood why they resided inside him each time he asked this question to himself- by remembering how he died, being eaten from the outside-in by maggots and whatnot. Tragic irony?

He sat there, staring blankly at nothing as he pondered this memory, slowing down his chewing.

It still...scared him, frankly, to be able to do- all of this.. he didn't understand any of it, or why he had been chosen to come back. Why him? Why not his friend who was long gone, burnt at the stake? And for what... being able to create medicine? He felt like his friend had more purpose to be here if she had come back than him. She could help people, him? What could he do? Skin fish and hares? He had even forgotten his own name ever since his death; he didn't even know how to read. Let alone do something as complex as creating concoctions that healed the sick.

He was purposeless. Futile. Easily replaceable.

There must've been a reason why that...thing, chose him. But what was it? What was it?

His expression darkened with these thoughts. Too much had happened and he didn't understand any of it, besides what had recently gone down in his country, the inquisitions...the apparent discovery of a 'new world'. Too much to take in for one brain like his- he wanted to live the most laid-back life he could; the stress of having to fend for himself as a child up until his adoption was enough for an entire lifetime. All this information and occurrings felt like it drove him to madness sometimes. It was overwhelming.

@viciouslyfilthy​

A marketplace in Sevilla, Spagna, 1497

“How are you liking Sevilla, little brother? Did you know that our distant, distant cousin Amerigo often comes here?“

The young boy gasps! "Really?! Is there a chance we’ll actually meet him? I want to meet him! I have questions about the New World!!

"Maybe I can get his autograph and tell Papa he’s ten times more amazing than that cagahead Cristoforo Colombo.”

“Watch your language!

"And I doubt we can meet with Cousin Amerigo. He’s always busy, and I doubt he even knows who we are–the Venetian Vespucci aren’t that close with the Florentine side of the family. Besides, I have business here with an old friend. We can stay here a few days until that business is finished. Until then, stay close to the valets and hang around here, I’ll rejoin you when I’m done for the afternoon.”

“AW! Can’t I join you?! Don’t leave me with the valets, I’ll be bored!”

Continua a leggere

[riffaist]

innocent — riff x reader

warnings: childhood friends to lovers! taylor swift inspired imagine! riff being... riff ig. sex talk. some SLIGHT dirty talk but not much. anita's tauting scene. tried to make this a really angsty one.

i guess you really did it this time

left yourself in your war path

lost your balance on a tightrope

lost your mind trying to get it back

"riff, i don't -" y/n mumbled, feeling her body shrunken, her hands clapped together. "i don't think that's gonna be a good thing."

"well, sweetheart." the overly sweet voice made her sick to her stomach. the stern tone. seeing riff displeased was a pretty unusual thing. "we don't have that many options."

"you do have more options.." calling the rumble off was on top of her list. "but a gun? you know that tony's not gonna agree with it, and besides-"

"if tony would stop being a wuss, and came to the fucking thing," he cut her sentence in the middle. "then we wouldn't need the gun."

"you don't mean that."

"oh, i don't now?" he scoffed, slowing down once he saw they're both getting close to the location. "these sharks are sneaky as hell, y/n, and i don't want any of my boys-"

"hey! look what the cat dragged in." mouthpiece announced once the couple came infront of the bar they were supposed to get the gun from.

"the chicks should cut out, right, riff?" action confirmed, glancing sideways to velma, grazi and y/n.

"we might" the taller blonde said, crossing her arms. grazi wasn't going anywhere. "but then again we might not."

"the cops are already after us." ice took the floor. "i'm sure you don't want to be in the middle of it. it's dangerous stuff, you know?"

"we can deal with it," she replied. " 'cause we ain't stupid, and won't take shit from anyone."

some slight buzz started, between the blonde and some of the boys. y/n kept quiet, only turning her face to the side, feeling a familiar touch in one of her wrists.

"just promise me you'll go." riff said, quietly, once he pushed the girl aside, holding y/n's hands, with a serious look on his face.

"if you promise me to get the gun and go as well." she replied. holding her breath. "no funny business in the middle."

"promise." he touched his own forehead with hers. his voice merely a whisper. y/n could feel her boyfriend's shoulders tensing up. but she didn't even brought the fact up. not in a time like that.

"please, be safe." was her final whisper. interlocking arms with velma, seeing grazi storming off, hoping that the end of the day wouldn't take so bad of a turn.

wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days?

always a bigger bed to crawl into

wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything

and everybody believed in you?

way before things started going downhill. y/n and riff had their own little story.

the little boy, who had just turned 10, lost a hide and seek game to tony, and found himself sitting at one the old school's outdoors benches. one knee completely scrapped, and the hope no one would find him there and take him away. no one, besides her.

the small girl, always dressed in lilac or blue, wearing tiny dirty sneakers with a big smile on her face, and way too big of a heart, who always gave him something for her lunchbox.

he wasn't used to the pain. not yet. but letting his tiny group of friends - the future jet boys - see him cry over some blood, was definitely not in riff's plans.

"i hope it helps" she said once the bandaid was carefully place on the wound. "i can draw a star on it if you want."

the dark haired boy kept quiet, shaking his head, making y/n nod, sitting right next to him.

"you know.. when people do good things for you, you should thank them?" she muttered, not offended by the silent, already opening up the pink lunchbox, taking half of her sandwich from there, giving it to him.

"shouldn't you be with you other girl friends?" the boy replied quietly, accepting the food, taking a big bite of it. he was starving.

"you're my friend, riff." y/n smiled, choosing to take a bite from her apple. "my favorite friend, even. i wished you were at school with me every day..."

wasn't it easier in your firefly-catching days?

when everything out of reach, someone bigger brought down to you?

wasn't it beautiful, runnin' wild till you fell asleep

before the monsters caught up to you?

"sure, y/n! good choice, huh?" the woman in the clear drunken state said a bit to loud.

"mom, please.." y/n wished she wasn't causing such a scene. being the center of attention was never her thing. "not here.."

"it's alright, darling. go hang out with riff-raff out there why don't you?"

"goodbye, mom.." y/n closed the door, and took a deep breath.

the fifteen year old girl turned around with an embarrassed smile on her face, shrugged, walking in the direction on the jet boy.

"afternoon, princess." riff said with a smirk, already grabbing one of her hands. "did mommy want to lock you up in the tower?"

"something like that, yeah.." he passed his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek. "so, where are we going today?"

"well.." he spun her around, smiling once he heard the girl's laugh, starting to walk through the moving streets. "someone told me that watching the stars was super romantic.."

"oh, shut up, riff.." y/n covered her own face with one of her hands, shaking her head. "i can't believe you remeber that.."

a flushed y/n and a smirky riff kept the calm and soft conversation while walking to the secret place the boy insisted he had prepared for them.

once the sun was completely set, both of them laying down at the hill, holding hands. the moonlight shining on the girl's face made riff shiver, and the silence was comfortable. it always was for them.

"so, tell me." he finally said, looking at her, trying to not sound so worried. he couldn't deny the fear on his tone, but tried anyway. "what is it that's been bothering you?"

the jet girl took a deep breath. eyes still focusing on the night sky ahead of both. the stars always caught her attention, and that day wasn't different.

"my mom doesn't think you're a good influence.." y/n replied, taking some seconds to continue. "it's annoying 'cause it's not like she can say something about being a good influence, you know?"

"adults are complicated as hell, princess," the boy stood up by his elbow, turning to the side. "come here."

she quietly came closer to him, letting him hug her to the side. both of her arms wrapped around her waist, carresing the place softly, until the girl fell fast asleep.

it's alright, just wait and see

your string of lights are still bright to me

oh, who you are is not what you've been

you're still an innocent

y/n's head was peacefully resting against riff's bare chest. both of their body's almost completely covered by the sheets.

her fingers interlaced with his, and the warm bodies were comfortably glued together.

"thank you for waiting for me..."

she knew seventeen year old boys had needs. she had some of her own as well. ignoring the fact all of her girl friends had already done it. y/n wanted to wait. not for the right person - she had found her right person years ago - but until she was totally ready for it.

"don't even thank me, girly girl." a kiss was left on the top of her head. "i would wait the fucking eternity for you if i had to."

"eternity huh?"

"to see you like that again?" the teasing tone came to riff's lips way to quickly, causing the girl to roll her eyes. "to have a chance to listen to that little sounds you made? i-"

"please, my love," she cut him off, laughing quietly "don't even think about ruining this for me."

"you ready for a second round now or..?" the jet boy asked with a smirk on his face, eyes focusing on every bit of her face and bare shoulders. they couldn't stop at the sight of her perfectly translucent breasts covered by the sheets.

"god, riff, shut up."

did some things you can't speak of

but at night, you live it all again

you wouldn't be shattered on the floor now

if only you had seen what you know now then.

"he was left laying there." y/n said quietly. her boy. her riff.

he died. in a way no one thought he would.

the jet girl wasn't there. not to hug him. to see him for the last time. to stare at the dark brown eyes for ten more seconds. they took him away from here without a previous warning.

she was wearing riff's blue shirt, her hands couldn't stop shaking while she held velma's ones. the tears stains on her cheeks kept getting covered by new ones.

"that's bothering me too." ice muttered.

"they didn't let you see him at the hospital, y/n/n?" balkman this time. she could swear she never saw the whole gang in such a low energy.

"no, uh-" she shook her head. "i wasn't legally his family or, anything.." the last part made her swallow a sob.

the silence wasn't comfortable this time. it was almost sick and saddening. all heads turned to the door once bernardo's girlfriend appeared. she looked as miserable as the rest of every teenager in the room.

"i have a message for your friend.. tony?" she waited. waited like her life depended on it. but all of the jets stayed quiet. "where's valentina?"

the second the sneaky comments started to appear. y/n stood up, in a failed attempt to control her breath.

"valentina! és anita!" the woman started to walk into the store, making y/n feel her heart right on her throat. "puedes subir? que tengo que.."

"spanish?" grazi stood up this time, the raspy crying voice taking the floor. "you come here speaking spanish?"

"grazi, please.."

the boys continued to talk, but the girl could swear she wasn't assimilating anything. her head was aching, and her knees were shaking. anita tried to go, but some of them got right in front of the door.

"let her pass." graziella tried one more time. "no one wants you here."

"you hear that boys?" ice said. y/n was starting to feel like throwing up. "she wants to pass."

"numbers, stop it." y/n tried to get him away from the woman, feeling herself being held up, throwing out of the pharmacy.

the next second was a blur. a fucked up blur. the girls found themselves outside doc's, in a desperate notion, hitting the door in front of them. in a miserable attempt to stop the scene of happening.

"i'm so sorry." y/n sobbed. still trying to hit the glass door. she started to realize what was going on right beside her eyes. she lost balance. it was the rumble, the fights, the deaths.

things were failing apart. little by little.

riff wasn't there. to be the one to stop it, to control it, to be their leader. she didn't have him by her side now.

her best friend, her boy.

lost your balance on a tightrope, oh

it's never too late to get it back

[ficsforeren]

more mafia eren headcanons pls 🤲

MORE??????? okay if you insist

So uhh this will be a continuation for this scene I wrote earlier

NSFW - DON'T READ IF YOU'RE BELOW 18

Eren tosses your knife to the side, making a clattering sound as it meets the floor. "Any other tricks of yours I should be aware of?" His voice is soothing in your ear but the gun he points to your neck is anything but.

You struggle to break free. "Get your hands off me."

"Fine," he huffs, drawing back from you. "I guess I'll just have to investigate it myself."

He pushes you forward until you're pressed flat against the wall, his gun pointing at the spot between your shoulder blades. "Arms above your head, Sweetheart," he says but his tone is merciless. "One wrong move and I'll shoot a hole through your chest."

Your breathing rags, raising both hands as he asked you to. "Good girl," he coos and it makes you sick. You can feel his hand sliding down your body, following the curve of your ass before it slips behind the high slit of your red maxi dress. He reaches between your legs, making you jolt when his fingers glide over your lingerie. "Such a cute reaction," he chuckles but he presses the point of his gun harder on your skin. "You won't be needing this." Eren rips your lingerie with one hand, casting it aside.

You're scared to your bones. Terrified. "Please stop."

He drags his hand to the front of your stomach, pulling you closer until you can feel his zipper grazing against your behind. "And what if I don't?"

But he stops once he feels you shuddering in fear. He turns you around and lifts your face by pushing his gun to your chin. His eyes find your glassy ones and even when you're glaring with so much hatred in your eyes, you're trying your best not to cry. Even if it means that you have to bite your lip until it bleeds. He smiles, reaching out a hand and you close your eyes in reflex but what he does is frames your cheek gently. "As much as I like seeing my women cry in bed," he says, "I'm not a rapist."

You thought he was going to murder you instead so when he draws his gun away and tucks it back into the pocket of his suit, you nearly weep in relief. "It's been fun, Sweetheart," he bids his goodbye as you slide down to the floor, knees trembling. "I look forward to seeing you again." And he shuts the bathroom door behind him.

He could've killed you, but he didn't. He should've been, knowing you were out there to kill him, but he didn't. And now you owe him your life.

Sick of having that thought for days, you decide to visit him again.

Eren is lying down on a bed of an overly-priced suite with his black suit discarded, his gun lying on the floor and his white shirt unbuttoned to the middle of his chest when you slip through his door.

"Your lady won't be coming back," you tell him, dressed in a red trench coat that perfectly hugs your body. Eren props himself up with his elbows on the bed, his smirk naturally finds its way to his face. His gun is close enough for him to reach. He just decides not to.

Even in the dimness of the room, you can still see the bulge that's concealed by the silk fabric of his pants. There are lipstick stains on his shirt, and some on the side of his neck.

“Well, that’s unfortunate," he says, not surprised in the slightest. "I'd spent a good amount of money to rent her for the night. Heterochromatic eyes. Very rare.”

"You've got a peculiar taste in women."

“Yeah, looks better on camera.” He shifts his weight, sitting on the edge of the bed. His hair is no longer tied, cascading to his shoulders and framing his cheekbones perfectly. “How many of my guards did you take down to get in here?”

“Three. You know, you should’ve considered hiring bodyguards that are stronger than you.”

“Yeah, you couldn’t even lift a finger against me." He chuckles at the memory. "Well I used to have Levi, but he quits for good.” He takes a cigarette from the pocket of his suit. “Did you kill them?”

“No. I didn’t want to leave dead bodies in such a nice hotel like this.”

“How very thoughtful of you.” He tucks the cigar between his teeth, lighting it up.

“I wouldn’t mind if it was yours, though," you add. "If anyone should die tonight, it should be you.”

“But you can’t kill me." His eyes twinkle mischievously as he leans back and takes a long drag. "So, what are you planning to do?”

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"'Cause you're cute." He brings his cigar to his lips, smirking as he continues, "And I kinda like your face. Wouldn't hate to see it again."

"You should've killed me. Now I feel like I owe you my life."

"You do." He flicks the ashes off. "So, I'm guessing you're here to repay me?" You stay mute but your eyes tell him the answer he wants to hear. "What do you have to offer?"

"Let me join your little boyband. I can be useful to you."

He snorts. "You couldn't even put up a fight against me, why would I want you?"

Your jaw clenches. "Then what do you want me to do?"

Something flickers in his eyes at your choice of words. He takes another drag, standing up and makes his way to the balcony. "Come. The moon looks beautiful tonight." You hesitate for a few seconds before you follow his trail.

Eren leans his back against the railing, throwing his head back as he lets the wind caresses his face. He looks... beautiful, as if he didn't belong to that kind of world. His eyelashes are long, probably longer than yours and those lips—

"Strip."

"What?"

"Strip for me," he repeats, dragging his cigar closer to his lips. "Here. Now." You keep your body still, your glare menacing, though your heart starts to thrash wildly inside your chest. "You said you wanted to repay me, right?"

“I thought you said you weren’t a rapist.”

“I’m not." He exhales clouds of smoke into the air. "I’m not forcing you, am I? I’m only asking you. Whether you do it or not is up to you.”

You can't believe you just called him beautiful. He's fucking sick.

“And you also owe me an escort," he grins lightly as he tosses the rest of his cigarette away, "You’re not heterochromatic but you do have pretty eyes.”

You feel your breathing stutter as he makes his way to you. “You want me to sleep with you?”

“No." In a blink of an eye, Eren has his hand on the front of your throat, pushing you against the glassy window until you're standing on your tiptoes. Your hands are clutching tightly against his wrist, nails scratching his skin to push him away but he only smiles that fucking innocent smile of his that always seems out of place. But when he speaks, another persona takes over.

"I want to fuck you," he says the words through gritted teeth, almost like he's growling. You can feel his breath falling on your lips, can sense the aftertaste of the cigarette he just took. “I want to fuck you raw until you cry. I want to fuck you until you can’t say anything, can't think about anything but my cock inside you. I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop and when you do, I'm gonna fuck you even harder."

You're choking, your lungs starting to catch on fire. "C-can't... breathe..."

And instead of letting you go, he smashes his lips against yours, and he's so rough with his teeth and tongue that you won't be surprised if yours start to bleed. You gasp against his mouth, desperate for air and only after he's satisfied, does he let go.

Retracting his hand, Eren brings back his juvenile smile to his face, hand gently frames your cheek as he whispers in your ear. “But again," his lips brush against your skin. "It’s all up to you, Sweetheart.”

[eremiie]

study session, sex songs

❥ armin x reader | nsfw | 2.3k words

❥ content: semi public sex, vaginal fingering, a sex tape

❥ a/n; an ask i got that i took an ss of and then tumblr deleted my asks, but i HAD to do this🙄!!!

you were bored.

you were so bored that the sound of the rain drops hitting the window next to you was almost a form of entertainment, or maybe the shuffling of people trading books on the shelf.

at this point anything was better than the piece of paper and book in front of you. you had been staring at the words so long that they were all the same. you were rereading the same sentence over and over again, and aimlessly sketching small drawings on the paper in front of you.

studying wasn't your strong pursuit, especially with your boyfriend next to you, who seemed to love it. at the thought of him, your eyes glanced over— a sight for sore eyes when you had been staring at chemistry notes for the past half hour.

a pencil was dancing on paper in between his slender fingers, jumping with every lift of his hand and coming back down to the white sheet like a figure skater on ice. he wore glasses to study, large frames sitting on the bridge of his nose, his hair so close to touching them. those same blonde locks almost hid the earphones that were snug in both ears, and you wondered if whatever he was listening to is what helped him study so diligently. his tongue stuck out just a little bit in concentration, while his eyes flit back and forth between the paper in front of him and the book above it.

he must've been watching you watch him, his attention turning towards you and the mechanical pencil coming to a quick halt mid sentence. he set it down to the table gently, and you lifted yourself off of the surface to balance your head on the palm of your hand. "armin." a whine of his name, clear discontent laced in your voice.

"yeah?" his reply was so simple, so innocent. as if he didn't drag you to the library with him, practically pleading for you to just sit down and study with you knowing you hated studying, especially in the atmosphere of a library. there were too many distractions and you weren't comfortable. not to mention the fact that you were clad in a skirt.

"i can't study, can we just go?" his expression didn't change at the sound of your complaints, eyes still calm and lips still together in a line. you didn't want to come in the first place, he should at least give you the liberty of leaving when you asked— especially considering how long you had been in the quiet library.

"do you think listening to something will help?" armin's eyebrows came together as his hand came to point at the earphones in his ear. you really didn't want to stay, but when you thought about the focus your boyfriend was in that you broke you did feel a little bad.

your legs shifted from under the table and you sat back in your seat, crossing your arms in your lap and letting out a sigh, eyes traveling around the vast library. when they landed back on armin the earbud was already sitting pretty between his fingertips. it was glaring at you and you were glaring at it, but nevertheless you leaned forward and plucked it from armin's fingers, his lips upturning when you did.

he slipped his hands in his pockets to fumble with his phone and you picked up the pencil in front of you to try and get back to studying, checking to see what page armin was on while you waited for the music to play in your ears. what music was armin into anyways? the last thing you could remember him listening to being a spotify playlist full of lo-fi beats.

only... it wasn't lo-fi beats that began to play.

or music.

your body went rigid, pencil in your hand beginning to feel heavy, leaving you to wonder how it hasn't clattered to the table yet. a chill ran down your spine because what you were listening to was all too familiar— from the wet sounds that happily made its way into your ear, to a moan of armin's name that sounded much too like your own voice.

it was your voice, because when you heard another moan it was armin's cry of your name.

it took you a minute to turn your head towards armin, his eyebrows raising over his eyes in question of what you could possibly want now. he hummed a small "hm?" to figure it out, as if it wasn't obvious. that look of innocence was played by him again, blue eyes twirling with curiosity as if there was anything to be curious about. as if your sex tape wasn't a reason for you to look at him funny— eyes blown and mouth agape.

when you didn't respond— only still staring at him dumbfounded, he shrugged his shoulders and continued to scribble on his stupidly neat paper.

were you hearing things right?

your eyes flashed, brows knit as you shoved armin's shoulder, his pencil flying off the paper and messing up the "e" he was in the midst of writing. "you messed up my paper." he grumbled, and oh, was he a little too good at this game he was playing with you.

"what is this?" you questioned, disregarding the flimsy sheet of paper he was writing on because that was clearly the least of his issues.

armin used his pencil to point to your book, confusion taking over the once curious look he had just moments ago. "...a study session i would assume." he wasn't letting up, and your lip twitched at his response.

"no— i mean what am i listening to?"

"well, out of everybody you should know." your body stiffened again, a slow blink at his response that came out almost too smoothly, words sliding off his tongue like silk. you had to pull your gaze away from him as he only did just what he did earlier, going right back to studying like there wasn't anything off about the moment you were sharing.

if he wanted to play with you, you'd just have to join in his game.

so with a huff of breath, and the lewd noises that were still playing in your ear you turned your body back towards your notes in front of you and tried to read them over again. your name was the only thing comprehendible on the sheet, every word below it a jumbled mess.

"light wave... light waves, diffraction pattern..." you spoke slowly, reading as if you were back in the first grade.

your hands moved down from the textbook and to the paper in front of you, nimble fingers forming words on the paper that you could only hope would make sense when you'd read them back.

diffraction pattern - occurs only

"only who?"

"only you fuck me like this, armin, please!"

the tail of your y went a little too low, and your legs turned to jello, squeezing together when you heard your voice swim through your ears. blood was rushing to your cheeks, and you leaned closer to your book, burying your nose in it despite not actually reading what was on the pages— at least well. with a suck of breath you continued to write,

diffraction pattern - occurs only you fu

your eyes shot open mid sentence, and you scrambled to spin the pencil around until the eraser met the paper, erasing what you had written furiously, and you swore you heard a small chuckle leave armin's lips, you biting your own and scrunching your nose up at your pitiful mistake.

your hands came up to rub at your temple, the sound of a moan armin drawled from you a couple nights ago was what you heard next, and it might’ve sounded nice those nights ago, but now it was embarrassing.

you squeezed your eyes shut, much like your legs and as flustered as you were you couldn’t help but feel... aroused.

it was something about hearing armin fuck into you so nice. the way that even though there was no visual for you to look at, you could visualize the moment so clearly— so vividly, because the more you listened the more you could remember making the tape, remembering what happened during the tape.

armin’s hands had slid up your back, a handful of your hair being grasped by his hand, a sinful arch being created by your back, and you let out a choked whimper, that you didn’t even realize you reciprocated in real life.

armin’s head slowly turned to you and his lips were forming a sick grin, and you would’ve been mad if you didn’t want him so bad, if you didn’t want every moment you could hear to stop being the past and become the present, the very moment that was playing in your ear to play out in front of you.

a whine, a pleading look on your face; eyebrows turned upwards and your hips grinding down into the chair below you.

armin could’ve almost laughed if he wanted to, and he almost did when your hand slid into his lap to grab his and pull it to the hem of your skirt, the fabric brushing lightly against his fingertips, but he didn’t push forward.

“armin,” his name never sounded so nice on your tongue, never sounded so desperate. your grip on his wrist tightened and urged him forward, and so he let them slip under the soft fabric of your skirt, and even past the band of your underwear, and the closer he inched towards your aching cunt the wider your legs spread for him.

his finger felt cold against your clit when he touched it, rubbing small circles right away, and your face looked like it was melting at his touch, your body was melting at his touch.

and he was being kinder than expected— letting his fingers dip down further until your slick allowed for him to enter into you, your body shivering at his touch, at the stretch.

your head fell forward onto the table with a louder than expected bang, and it caused both you and armin to jolt, the people around you stirring a bit.

you didn’t care too much, but armin did, his fingers stilling and his eyes going back to his textbook, eyes darting back and forth between the words as if he was really reading them, and you wanted to give him a prize for best actor right then and there.

“shh.” he said without looking your way, but his fingers began to move again, and you tried your best to not let out a moan. “gotta be quiet if you want me to fuck you with my fingers... this is what you want right?”

the sound in your ears were practically drowned out by your thoughts, by the squelches of your juices being moved around by armin’s middle finger, by the sounds that only you could hear— and maybe armin if he listened enough.

“yeah... i want it.” the small pants that were leaving your parted lips, and they only increased when armin inserted a second finger, his hand making itself comfortable in your underwear, fabric harshly rubbing against his pale hand with every thrust of his digits into your pussy. “want it so bad.”

you looked like a dog, a puppy in its heat, pushing your hips forward to get him deeper into you, but it just wasn’t enough.

you were needy and needed more, so your own hand smoothed down to your clit and you began to rub circles, whimpering at the sensation, the pleasure flooding through your lower half, almost making you dizzy.

hell, you were dizzy— drunk even; drunk on the lust that was twirling in your pretty head, and drunk on armin’s fingers— it was like the way his hand moved when he wrote notes, moving precisely and ease.

his fingers fucked up into you, curling when they were deep enough, and making your body lurch forward. “again.” you needed to feel that again. the fingers on your clit went a little faster, because you knew you were close. “again.”

and he did it again, hitting that spot that made you clench around him, and he kept doing it, and your fingers kept moving, you were progressively getting louder, but it didn’t matter as you were getting closer to coming as well.

and you did, body tensing up and every nerve in your body pinching, mouth dropped open and eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hand came to hover just over your mouth just in case any sound left you.

you slumped over onto the table, pulsing around armin’s fingers but your own slipping out of your skirt and onto the space of the chair your legs made.

armin finally let out a stupid small laugh, his soaked fingers finally leaving your sloppy cunt and entering his mouth, tongue twirling around your release. it was a shame you weren’t looking.

you could hear it though, the obnoxiously loud slurping sounds he made and the hum of content he made before popping his fingers out his mouth. what you couldn’t hear was the tape. it must’ve stopped in the middle of armin fingering you.

and you also heard the slide of armin’s chair against the floor of the library, the sound of a book cover meeting it’s back, and the shoving of books into a bag.

armin looked over his shoulder with a bored expression, one that was eerily similar to the look you had given him just earlier when you were bored of studying.

your eyes met his; eyes still calm and lips in a line once more... “i can’t study anymore. let’s just go.”

[calpalirwin]

Dinner Games

Summary: During dinner with the Avengers, you and Bucky find a way to keep things interesting

Word Count: 1.5k

Content: use of sex toys, edging, female orgasm, sex in public places

And away, and away we go!

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“No,” you heard Bucky say. “No. Absolutely not.”

You turned in confusion, expecting to find him on the phone, but instead he was staring at you with his arms crossed. “Something wrong?” you asked slowly.

“Yeah. We’re going to be late because you have to change.”

“Why do I have to change? What’s wrong with how I’m dressed now?”

His eyes roamed your body, stopping at the hem of your skirt, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Look, doll. We have two options here. We can be a little late because you’re going to change. Or, we don’t go to dinner at all.”

“Oh?” you said, cocking an eyebrow and walking over to him. “So you’re saying you can’t control yourself, is that it?” Your voice dropped to a sultry taunt as you ran your fingertips up the front of his shirt.

“It’s not that I can’t, doll. It’s that I don’t want to.”

“Care to make this interesting, then?” you asked, an idea coming to you.

“What do you have in mind?”

~~~

You were stopped at a red light about a block from the restaurant when a small buzz went through your core. “Bucky!” you hissed, shifting one leg over the other. “This isn’t playing fair. You’re supposed to wait until we get there.”

The corner of his mouth was pulled into a smirk, and he let out a chuckle, as the buzzing stopped. “Had to make sure the remote worked. And that it’s not loud,” he explained with faux innocence.

“You’re a menace,” you retorted, uncrossing your legs.

“This was your idea,” he reminded you. “And I’d work on your poker face.”

~~~

You almost thought Bucky had forgotten about your little toy as he lost himself in conversation with Sam and Steve at dinner, and taking cheap shots at Peter and Tony. And you yourself almost forgot as you focused your attention on your own conversations with other members of the team, growing unaware of the restless circles you were drawing on Bucky’s thigh.

You’d made it through appetizers before a vibration pulsed, causing you to gasp as you took a drink, your hand tightening on Bucky. “You good, Y/N?” Steve asked, his eyebrows pulled together in concern.

“Yep, all good,” you forced a smile, before shooting a look at Bucky. “Seriously?!” you hissed at him, barely moving your lips as the vibrations continued. “Not when I’m trying to drink something. Not cool.”

“You’re the one who started it,” he whispered back, looking down at his lap.

Your eyes followed his, noting the small death grip you had on his cock. “Oops?” you offered up innocently, shrugging your shoulders and moving your hand off to rest more squarely on his thigh, genuinely unaware your hand had traveled up that far.

“Yeah, oops,” Bucky replied mockingly, and the vibrations got kicked up a notch.

“I didn’t know!” you said, loudly, fingers gripping into his thigh. “That story. I didn’t know that story,” you quickly tried to recover. “That’s um… that’s a new one.”

There were stifled coughs, raised eyebrows, and shrugs at your outburst before conversations resumed naturally, and the vibrations went back to a slow, steady beat. “Poker face,” Bucky taunted.

It was sheer stubbornness that kept your face neutral and your body relaxed, despite each pulse of the vibrator making you grow wetter. But as your high crept closer, you felt your face begin to warm as you tried to keep control. “B-Bucky,” you breathed, trying to get his attention, fingernails digging into his thigh as you reached for your water glass, hoping the cold water would soothe you.

He turned his head to press a kiss to your cheek, using the chance to coo “Gonna cum? Right here at dinner in front of all our friends?” in your ear.

You could have slapped the sadistic smirk off his face as you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak as your moan rumbled low in your throat. 

“Naughty girl,” he tsked, masking his words to you with another kiss.

The vibrations came to a complete stop, and the breath you’d been holding came out in an angry huff. He could at least have the decency of letting you finish. You busied yourself with draining your water glass, shooting daggers at your boyfriend all the while.

“More water, miss?” a waiter asked as main dishes were passed around.

“Yes, please,” you nodded, and drinking half of the refill in one gulp.

You thought that Bucky had had his fun, watching you squirm and try to keep composure. You thought you’d make it through the rest of dinner, the exhilaration enough to tide you both over until you were home. But it was clear Bucky wasn’t quite finished with his game, as you felt his hand slide up your skirt, a finger pushing your panties out of his way before sliding through your folds, humming his delight in how soaked his finger became. “Bucky,” you choked out when that same finger started to draw circles on your clit. “Could you pass the salt?”

“Course, doll,” he grinned, handing you the salt shaker.

“Thank you,” you replied, gritting your teeth, his finger slow and torturous against your clit.

The sound of everyone enjoying their food was enough to mask your moan when the slow vibrations started up again. “Good food,” you commented, easing out another moan. “Wish there was more.”

Bucky took the hint, the vibrations coming faster, the pulsing stronger, and his finger still drawing the slow and torturous circles on your clit. “Really enjoying your food there, doll?” Bucky teased you.

“Mhm,” you nodded frantically, forcing yourself to take another bite. “So good.”

Stealthily, Bucky switched the vibrator on the highest setting, and it took every ounce of willpower you had to not lose it. Bucky felt the tremor beginning in your legs, and watched as beads of sweat started to roll down your flushed face. Even your neck was covered in a blush as your orgasm built.

As to not draw too much attention, Bucky guided your head to his shoulder, metal fingertips cool against your heated skin. “Cum quietly,” he murmured so only you could hear him. “That’s it, good girl,” he coaxed you through your orgasm, as you squeezed your eyes shut tight in his shoulder, your own fingers death gripping any part of him you could find as you let out a long low whimper. “Very good girl,” he praised, a soft kiss finding its way to your temple, as he removed his hand from your clit, smoothing your skirt back into place. Then, loudly he went “Doll, you feeling okay?”

You shook your head, making your moan sound as pitiful as you could. “Think I ate too fast,” you said, pulling away from his shoulder to look at him.

“Jesus, Y/N, you look like you’re either going to faint,” Steve started.

“Or blow chunks,” Tony finished.

“Oh, sweetie, you should go home and get some rest,” Natasha told you.

“Yeah, honestly Barnes, what were you thinking dragging her out when she’s clearly sick?” Tony scolded Bucky.

“Honestly, it’s probably nothing guys,” you tried to defuse. “The food was so good, I probably just ate too fast. Nothing a little rest won’t fix.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Peter spoke up. “I used to eat so fast I’d get stomach aches all the time. But now? I can eat as fast as I want and nothing happens. Hey, Y/N, maybe I can find that spider and have it bite you, too! Then you won’t get sick when you eat!”

You laughed at the youngest Avengers enthusiasm. “I’ll pass for now, Pete, but thanks. I’ll keep that in mind next time I eat my way into a stomach ache. Bucky? Can we go?”

“Yeah, course, doll.”

Quickly you said your goodbyes, before letting Bucky usher you out of the restaurant, both of you letting out a loud laugh once you were safely in the parking lot. “You!” you kept laughing, doubling over and pointing a finger at Bucky. “You’re an asshole!”

“How am I the asshole? This was your idea!” he reminded you, as he helped you into the car.

“You only edge me during punishments and that wasn’t a punishment, Bucky.”

He pulled a face, his fingers drumming against the hood of the car as he thought through the evening. “Oh! Shit, doll, I didn’t realize how close you were the first time. I’m sorry.” His eyes were wide and apologetic as they looked down at you.

“It’s okay,” you told him, smiling up at him. “That was fun. Just wish I could get you back.”

“Oh… believe me. You got me back.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. So can we go home before I rip through my jeans? I don’t think they can grow much tighter.”

“Or…” you suggested, hooking a finger through his belt loop to tug him closer to you. “We could fuck here in the car.”

“God, I love you, doll,” he growled, leaning down to press a hungry kiss to your lips, one of his hands pulling on the lever of your seat to recline it, the only sound being your giggles and the car door pulling shut as he climbed on top of you.

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[dreamsfreckles]

[6:57p.m.] Whatever Idiot

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Dream x reader

Fluff

Wholesome bf content 😌 - enjoy!

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You furrowed your brows in thought.

As much as you loved watching him game with his friends, you got bored sometimes. It’s not like he left you out or ignored you, but today you were craving a little extra love from your 6’3 boyfriend. “Dream,”as his buddies called him, was playing minecraft yet again, just messing around in the SMP. You came to his house an hour or two ago and talked for a bit before he hopped online with the boys. You didn’t mind, of course. Sometimes you’d play with him, while other times you’d just watch; either way it was equally as entertaining. However, today felt super long, even kind of rough. All you wanted to do once the day ended was to fall into your wonderful boyfriend’s arms... But that was kind of hard to do when he was sitting in front of his desk, clicking away on his keyboard and mouse.

You debated your options.

You could bother him to attract his attention, or you could patiently wait for him like the good girlfriend you are...

After much reluctance, you simply decided to just lay on his bed and scroll through tiktok for the time being.

As you aimlessly pass by hundreds of videos... One of them catches your attention.

There’s a video of a girl setting up her phone on a surface to point at a boy who looks to be gaming on a computer.

That looks familiar to your situation...

She then proceeds to walk over to him, sit down facing him in his lap, and then hug him closely whilst he continues playing on the device.

Your heart flutters watching the video.

That was so cute... What would Clay do if you did that to him..?

Glancing up to him from your spot on his bed, you analyze his set up. Is there room for you to fit in his lap? Is there anything that you could potentially knock over? You sit up more to get a better look. He has space in between himself and the desk that looks to be enough space to crawl into... He also looks calm, so you shouldn’t be interupting anything special...

Deciding that this was your chance, you softly stood from your spot on the bed and padded over to the side of him.

“No, Sapnap, you can’t build that here, it’s-“ Clay spoke into his mic, probably ordering Sapnap around.

With a flushed face, you move to stand more in front of him, causing him to look from his monitor, up to you.

“Babe-“

You wordlessly swing your right leg over his thighs and gently sit yourself down in his lap, facing him, and then wrapping your arms around him. Clay froze, his face heating up as he processed what you just did. You relax into his embrace and nuzzle into the side of his neck.

Finally content with your guys’s proximity, you sigh out the four words you have yet to say to him that night.

“I love you, Clay.”

With his game already paused and mic muted, Clay wraps his arms around you and rests his head on yours. He was smiling, his heart filled with warmth. He didnt realize how much he missed being this close to you.

“I love you too.”

After hugging in silence for a few minutes, Clay’s curiosity got the best of him. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” You breathe out.

“Whatcha doin’?” He asks softly.

“Huggin’ you.”

Clay chuckles, closing his eyes once again, and rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“You are being very cute right now.” He confesses, with a light smirk.

Your lips lift into a smile. “I know.”

Clay lets out a soft wheeze, running his fingers through your hair. “Was I ignoring you too much for your liking? You feeling clingy?” He asked jokingly.

You squeeze him a little tighter. “Lil’ bit.”

Clay chcukles, yet again, and crushes you harder into the hug, causing you to let out a strained squeak. “ClAy! tOo mUcH!” You mangage to yell out, successfully making Clay bubble into a fit of wheezes and giggles. Finally feeling merciful, he lets go of you and allows you to sit up and look down at him. Clay gazes at you with stars in his eyes. Every time he looks at you, a wave of excitment hits him. Being with you was always fun; even if you both were sitting in silence, scrolling through Instagram, or watching youtube together.

Clay’s mind started to wander to how you both got into this situation in the first place. You must’ve gotten a little bored while he was playing. You were usually quite content when he played. Maybe you weren’t. Were you always bored when he played? Were you getting sick of his gaming habits? Worry flashed over Clay for a moment. No... You would say something if you got bored... right? Clay didn’t think it was that deep. If there was a real problem, you probably wouldn’t be in his lap...

Right..?

“Clay?” You broke him from his trance. “Oh.” He blinked. “yeah?” You giggled at his dopey face. “You looked a little concerned for a second.” You admitted, bringing your hand up to his face to pinch his cheekbone. Suddenly, a thought washes over you. “Wait.” You panic. “Is there something on my face?” Clay almost laughed. Almost. He felt a wave mischief wash over him. “Yes, actually.” He smirks. “There’s a very tiny spider on your forehead.” Your eyes widen for a moment and it looks like you’re about to spaz out; but before you do, you realize the look on his face is most definitely cap. You immediately glare at him and smack his shoulder. “I hate you.” You scoffed, getting up from his lap. Clay giggles and tries to tug you back. “Wait, I was kidding!” He draws out, whining at your departure from his lap. You hop back into your original spot and scoff. “Yeah, whatever, go back to blowing George or something.” Clay’s jaw drops at your words. “WhaT DID YOU JUST SAY?” He starts to get up from the chair. You look up from your phone, knowing what’s about to happen. “Nope. Nope. Go back to your desk, I’m not starting this with you again.” You deny, shaking your head and directing him to sit back down. Clay stares at you in disbelief. “Wh-“ he looks back to his computer and then back to you. “What do you mean ‘starting this again’-“ he mocks in your voice. You burst out laughing, denying him from coming any closer. “I meAN-“ you say exhasporatedly. “We both know what the fuck you’re about to do and I CAN’T-“ before you could finish your sentence, you were already being thrown over his shoulder. “CLAY!” You screech. “I’M SERIOUS CLAY, I CAN’T-“ Clay shakes his head, already done with you. “Nope you got on my nerves, this is your punishment.” Clay walks out of his room, through the kitchen, and out the patio door, heading straight for his pool. “CLAY I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU-“ and with one final curse from you, Clay flings himself, with you over his shoulder, into his backyard pool.

Clay is already laughing as you rise to the surface of the water, a glare on your face. Clay is wheezing with laughter. You almost felt concerned that he wasn’t breathing. Almost. As his wheezing turns to laughing and laughing turns to giggling, he finally was to the point where he could function. You raise your eyebrows. “Done?” You ask. Clay lets out one last chcukle, walking towards your body half submerged in the water. “Not quite.” He states suggestively, walking up to you until you’re an inch apart in the middle of the pool.

Now, there’s no way you’re letting him back you up against the pool wall like some PUSSY. So you stood your ground in your sopping wet sweatshirt. If anything, YOU were the one who was going to be backing HIM up against some wall.

Clay stares at you expectingly, water driping from his wet hair. You stare right back at him, no sign of emotion. He looks back and fourth between both of your eyes, trying to make you break. However, your stare is much stronger and is quickly causing Clay to panic. You stare harder. ‘Break, break’ you chant in your head. Clays eyes squint. You follow suit.

Clay blinks.

“FUCK”

“HAHAHA IDIOT I WIN!” You rejoice.

Clay sighs, running his hands over his face. “Whatever.” He deadpans. “Lets just get out of here.” He mopes, walking to the stairs of the pool.

You giggle. “Someone’s a sore loser...” you poke, causing Clay to look back at you with a fierce look in his eyes. You laugh and swim up to him, latching yourself onto his wet t-shirt-clad back. “Stop giving me that look, you puppy. I know who you truly are.” You smile up at him innocently. Clay rolls his eyes and smiles.

“Whatever, idiot.”

Lol, hope you liked it! This was my first try writing with the dream team and I plan to write more! Let me know if you have any feedback! Also, I can take requests if anyone is interested :3 thx!

[reidsconverse]

Jealous Confessions • Spencer Reid

SPENCER X FEM!READER

Summary: Based off of this request! It's been a while since I fulfilled a request so I hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 3.9K! Feedback is welcome and appreciated!

The hardest part of any case was dealing with the victims’ family members, having to console them with promises that you weren’t sure you could keep, and trying to avoid the difficult questions you know you didn’t have answers to. JJ was normally in charge of liaising with the family members, despite being a profiler she still had the best rapport with dealing with those situations, which was something you had always admired about her.

So when she called in sick and informed the team that she wouldn’t be joining them on their next case, panic set in, hoping that the unfortunate role wouldn’t fall on you. It didn’t, surprisingly the job had been left to Spencer. You weren’t entirely sure who elected him to take over, you liked Spencer but everyone knew he was not the best at reading the room or dealing with strong emotions.

You thought he would have protested, insisted someone else take the job but surprisingly he seemed eager to do the job. The minute you guys arrived at the local precinct he’d taken the young victim's sister aside to a small office, opposite where the rest of you were working. This meant you had the perfect view of what was happening in the room, and despite the fact you were supposed to be reading through past case files that could potentially be linked to your current case, you could not draw your eyes away from Spencer.

“What are you looking at?” You heard Emily say, the sudden interruption from your thoughts causing you to jump. She took a seat beside you, handing you a cup of coffee that you didn’t even know you needed and you smiled at her as if to say, thank you.

“Nothing.” You responded curtly, tearing your gaze away from where Spencer was and looking at her and then down the piles of papers sitting in front of you. “Just wishing I had the ability to read as quick as Dr Genius over there.” You tilted your head to where he was, unintentionally catching sight of the way the victim's sister, Natalie, placed her hand on his upper arm, her touch lingering just a little longer than it should've, especially considering how opposed to touch Spencer was. You were sure it was an innocent action, it had to be given the circumstances, yet this strange feeling took over you, a feeling you could only describe as jealousy at how he hadn’t brushed her off or asked her to remove her hand. You hated that you felt like this.

Emily watched you staring at them, her eyes darting between you and him watching the microexpression on your face shift. “Right…” She replied, not entirely believing you but not wanting to press further. She knew if there was something wrong that you would talk to her or at least that’s what she hoped. “Hotch wants to deliver the preliminary profile in 5, do me a favour and bring Spencer with you.”

You opened your mouth to respond, to say you couldn’t possibly leave your work half done, that you couldn’t possibly go into that room and have to deal with both the emotions that they would be feeling as well as your own. But before you could get the words out, she’d walked away. You sighed as you stood up to briefly pack away some of the more sensitive case files, before making your way to where Spencer was.

Despite the closed doors, you could hear a faint sound of laughter. Weird, you thought, you’d heard a lot of crying, some yelling, and even rages of pure expletives but laughter wasn’t a usual reaction to the types of conversations Spencer was currently having. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door, waiting for the brief ‘come in’ before entering, you popped your head around the door sending the girl a small sympathetic smile before turning to Spencer. “I’m sorry to interrupt but Hotch wants us.” You said, watching as he nodded and got up from where he was sitting.

You closed the door again and waited outside for them to finish up, not wanting to interrupt their conversation any further. You leant against the wall as you took another sip from your cup, you felt awful. You couldn’t help it, you didn’t want to feel like this, the poor girl was going through something awful and here you were, getting jealous over nothing. It wasn’t like she meant anything by it, and even if she had it’s not like you had any right to be jealous. Spencer wasn’t your boyfriend, in fact up until 3 weeks ago you hadn’t even been sure you were friends. He hadn’t done anything to indicate he didn’t like you and he’d been nice enough, but he didn’t act the same way around you as he did the others. It wasn’t until your last case ended terribly and he found himself in your room, spilling his guts out and being extremely vulnerable that you realised you’d crossed the line between being an acquaintance and a friend.

Your thoughts were once again interrupted by Spencer opening the door and before he could make it to where you were, you had begun to walk away. You weren’t in the mood to make small talk as you were sure he would try to do, all you wanted was to get the profile done and get back to your work.

“Y/N.” You heard him call from behind you, the sound of his shoes hitting the floor got louder as neared you and you sped up in hopes of making it to the rest of the team and avoid talking to him. “Y/N.” He called again.

You were so close to the briefing room, so close to not having to have an awkward conversation. But he was quicker than you, His hand wrapped your arm, stopping you in place as he turned you to face him. “Hi.” You squeaked, fully aware of the heat rushing to both your cheeks and the area that his arm was gripping.

“I was calling you.” He smiled at you, thankfully letting go of your arm and starting a slow pace for the rest of the short walk, his shoulder bumped against yours as you walked side by side, his fingers faintly brushing against yours.

“You were? I didn’t hear you.” The words fell out of your mouth far too quickly to be considered normal and out of the corner of your eyes, you saw his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Are you ok?” He asked as you reached the room that held the rest of the team, he opened the door for you like the gentlemen that he was and allowed you to walk past him to enter the room.

“Mhmm, just tired.” You lied, looking around the room to find Hotch. “I’m gonna go talk to…” You awkwardly pointed your thumb over to your boss, whose attention you both had caught and as such, he gestured for you to go over to him. Before Spencer could respond, you scurried away, breathing in a long-held sigh of relief.

The profile was delivered quickly, thankfully silly questions were kept to a minimum, and disagreements on your professional opinion were shut down quickly. As the local PD scattered, off to do the tasks they’d been assigned, Hotch set about giving the team new instructions.

“How’re the case files coming along Y/N?” He asked, looking at you expectantly. You contemplated lying for a moment, pretending like the number of papers you still had to sift wouldn’t have you sitting there for hours. But you knew you couldn’t, and if we’re being completely honest, shouldn’t.

“There’s still a lot to get through, I have another 30 files left.” You answered, wincing as you said the number out loud. You waited for Hotch to ask why it was taking you so long, perhaps even to reprimand you for the time taken but he didn’t get the chance.

“I’ll help her.” You heard Spencer say, your eyes widening as you turned to look at him. He was only trying to be nice, and yet it was the worst possible situation you could imagine. Ok slight exaggeration, but it was close to being the worst possible situation. “It’ll be quicker with two of us.”

“No!” You surprised yourself with how loud the word was as it left your mouth, the rest of the team turning to face you in both shock and amusement. Your mouth dropped as you tried to backtrack, “I just.. I mean I don’t want to take you away from anything else.” His eyebrows furrowed again as he shook his head, and you hated how cute he looked doing it.

“No, he’s right.” Hotch stated. “Reid you help Agent Y/L/N get through the case files, Morgan you…..” He continued on letting everyone know what to do as Spence got off the table he was sat on and walked over to you. You began walking away, just as you had last time but this time he didn’t try and stop you, in fact, he was silent until you reached the room where you’d left the case files.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked his tone low… almost upset. You felt a twinge of guilt shoot through you, you knew you were being unfair to him, he hadn’t done anything wrong. You shook your head as you began removing the files from the boxes, dividing them up into even piles.

“No. I told you, I’m tired.” You took a seat and watched as he dragged his chair to sit next to you instead of staying adjacent to you. You pushed his pile over to him as you began working through your own.

“Are you sure? You’ve been acting strange since we got here. Did something happen?” He pressed. Like you’d said, he was not good at reading the room. You sighed as you placed your pen down and turned to face him.

“How is she?” You asked, ignoring the question he’d posed. His nose crinkled as his usual confused expression crossed his face.

“Who?” He asked.

“Natalie?” You watched as the question still remained unclear to him, taking note of the fact that he didn’t notice the name. “The victim's sister.”

“Oh…” He said, as he finally understood what you were saying. “She’s ok, shaken up and confused but there wasn’t any yelling like JJ warned me there would be.” He smiled at you, hoping that his comment would make you laugh. You didn’t, but you returned a small smile that would have been barely noticeable had he not been staring at you intensely.

“That’s good.” You picked up your pen again, continuing to make notes on what you were reading. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he decided to leave it, not wanting to press the awkward conversation further.

Your occasional glance at the clock told you almost 3 hours had gone by, Spencer was long done with his pile and had silently taken some from yours to work on which you were grateful for. You were pretty much finished when Derek knocked on the door, “We’re heading to the hotel, Hotch wants us to rest for a few hours.” You could tell by the tone of his voice that he didn’t want to leave, but Hotch was right. Without him forcing the team to leave, none of you would bother to get any sleep and that would help no one.

“We’ll meet you out there.” Spencer spoke up. Derek looked between the two of you for a moment before nodding and walking away just as you turned to face Spencer once again.

“You can go, I’m almost done.” You said, hoping he would take you up on your offer.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind.” He said, and you mentally groaned at how nice he was, it made shutting him out even more difficult, especially given that there wasn’t a real reason for doing it in the first place.

“Seriously Spence it’s fine...I need to pee before we go and unless you plan on following me to the bathroom you’re going to have to leave before me.” You didn’t really have to pee, you just knew that saying that would get him to give in and leave the room. He nodded awkwardly, his face turning slightly pink and you wanted to laugh at how easy it was to fluster him.

“I’ll wait for you by the entrance.” He said, watching as you began to pack away your own things. You nodded before signalling for him to go and this time he did, waving you a quick goodbye before he left.

You took this moment to breathe and pray that someone else was running behind so it wouldn’t just be the two of you in the car. Being alone in this room for hours had been enough of a struggle, you couldn’t handle the journey back to the hotel. You quickly left the small room, returning the case files to the evidence room before making your way out to the entrance, your eyes darting around the packed precinct trying to find Spencer, and when you did your heart sunk.

He was engaged in a conversation with Natalie though it didn’t seem serious as it had earlier. Truthfully, it was slightly strange for her to be here this late, especially as you hadn’t had any updates on the case that would require her to come up, but you brushed it off as her being worried and wanting to know more. In all your jealousy it was easy to forget why she was introduced to you, and when you remembered, that familiar feeling of guilt washed over you. You debated walking past and pretending like you didn’t see them, but as you watched as Natalie reached up to wrap her arms around Spencer and bring him into a hug, you began walking over to where they were.

“Thank you so much Dr Reid.” You heard her say as she pulled away and you took this as an opportunity to approach.

“Hey Spence, you ready?” You asked him, once again smiling towards the girl in acknowledgement of her presence. She returned the smile back before widening her eyes as she took note of what was going on.

“Oh, I’m so sorry for keeping you.” She said, and your heart panged with guilt again. She was nice. Of course she was nice. “I was just telling Dr Reid how grateful I am for everything you’re doing.”

“It’s no problem,” Spencer replied with a smile on his face. He turned slightly to look at you, taking note of the exhaustion before turning back to her. “We should get going, feel free to call the number on my card.” She thanked him once again and the two of you finally began making your way to the car.

Just as you had expected, you were the only ones left meaning you would have to ride back together. “Do you want me to drive?” He asked, and you almost said yes, you were so exhausted all you wanted was to crawl into the passenger seat and sleep. But you knew how much he despised driving and after how awful you had been to him today, the least you could do was allow him to not do the one thing he hated so much.

“No, it’s ok.” You stuck your hand out for him to pass you the keys and you saw the way he hesitated before dropping them in your hands. “I promise, I won’t swerve us into a ditch...at least not on purpose.”

He rolled his eyes at your joke, thankful that you were no longer not speaking to him in anything but sharp blunt comments. “Good to know.” He said, walking over and getting in the passenger seat.

You quickly pulled out of the tiny parking lot and began following the directions that the sat nav relayed to you. There was a soft hum coming from the radio and you couldn’t stop yourself from singing along under your breath, your fingers drumming against the steering wheel and if you hadn’t been driving you might’ve seen the way Spencer was looking at you, in both awe and something else he couldn’t quite discern.

“What happened today?’ He asked you, regretting it instantly as he watched your fingers still and grip the wheel, along with the singing coming to halt.

“Nothing happened Spencer.” You tried to push, hoping that he would sense your discomfort and drop it. But Spencer was never one for making things easy and despite being completely oblivious in certain situations, he was smart enough to understand that you were lying.

“Was it Natalie?” It was innocent enough as though he didn’t understand the implication of what he was saying but your jaw dropped, your throat felt dry and you could feel yourself starting to shake until he continued his train of thoughts. “Do you think she has something to do with the case?”

You glanced at him for a brief moment before answering, “What?” You asked him incredulously.

“I noticed how you reacted to being around her, it made you uncomfortable...why?” He pressed.

“Are you serious Reid? You profiled me?” The sleep you were feeling only exacerbated the anger and embarrassment that was creeping in.

“No! Not on purpose... I couldn’t help it.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he trailed off his sentence. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“I was jealous.” You blurted out, the tiredness causing you to lose your filter and you knew the second the words left your mouth that you were going to regret them.

“What?” It was his turn to be shocked, his eyes widening at your sudden and unexpected confession, “Pull over.” He said, and for some reason, you didn’t fight it. You parked the car on the side of the road before shuffling to face him. His mouth was hanging open, as though he was still in shock at your words.

You slowly manoeuvred your hand to his chin gently closing his mouth before smiling at him, embarrassed. “I’m sorry for saying that.” You went to remove your hand from where it was but he reached up and grabbed it, holding it close to him.

“Why?” He asked, and you honestly weren’t sure what part of the last few minutes he was referring to. As though he could sense your confusion he elaborated, “Why were you jealous?”

You could feel your cheeks heating up and you were grateful for the lack of light that filled the car not allowing him to see the flush that took over your body. “You’re going to laugh.” You whispered, and you could just about make out him shaking his head.

“I won't, I promise.” He squeezed the hand he was holding as a way of telling you to continue.

“I like you.” You said, visibly cringing at how childish you sounded in your confession. But the small gasp that left his lips encouraged you to speak again, “I have for a while, a long while.. pretty much since I joined the team. And I guess, seeing you talking to another girl, regardless of who she is, and letting her touch you with no hesitancy made me jealous.”

He giggled at this despite his promise not to laugh and for a moment a small pout formed on your face, “I like you too.” He said, his tone confident and sure not a hint of humour in his tone. You were going to respond but he wasn’t done talking, “I felt bad asking her to not touch me, she was already upset... and I didn’t want to embarrass her.” He confessed, and that feeling of guilt took over you again. You sighed before answering him.

“I’m sorry.” You said, once again feeling silly for your irrational jealousy especially now that you knew it wasn’t something that he had initiated or been ok with. “I understand, I was just...I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking past being jealous.”

“It’s cute.” He smiled at you sweetly, “The fact that you were jealous because of that. I think it's cute.”

“Nuh-uh, it’s embarrassing.” You said, laughing at the way he shook his head to disagree with you. Despite the darkness that consumed the car you could see him leaning towards you, and your breath hitched in your throat when you realised how close he was.

“It’s cute.” He repeated, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek, using that to pull you closer to him. It was silent for a moment, the two of you close enough to see each other’s faces and you took this opportunity to really look at him. You’d always known he was beautiful, he wasn’t called pretty boy for no reason, But right now, with his face gently lit by the pale moonlight that reached its way into the car, you truly saw how absolutely ethereal he was. You hadn’t even realised you’d been staring at him until his nose gently bumped against yours, and he spoke up.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Please.” That was all you said before his lips pressed onto yours, his chapped lips rubbing against your soft ones in the most perfect manner. It was simple, it was delicate and it was perfect.

A short knock on the window caused you to pull apart quicker than either of you would’ve liked, you jumped back into your seat as Spencer turned to see who it was, only to be met with a familiar face. Your jaw dropped in embarrassment as Spencer rolled down the window to Derek standing there with a smug look on his face as he leant down to rest his arms against the window edge.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked him, your voice coming out as a stutter as you realised what he’d seen, you knew full well it wasn’t long before Emily knew and then Penelope and well, when Penelope knows something, everyone she ever talks to will know it too.

“Thought you got lost and since neither of you were picking the phone, I thought I’d come to check on you.” He spoke with a smirk. Spencer hadn’t said a word, instead, he suddenly found great interest in the frayed edges of his scarf, choosing to fiddle with it rather than make eye contact with his best friend. Derek laughed as he reached into the car and ruffled Spencer’s hair, “I don’t know what I was expecting but this was not it.”

Spencer huffed before swatting Derek’s hand away. He wasn’t really angry nor was he embarrassed, he was mostly just annoyed that your moment had been interrupted. “Shut up.” He said, hoping that Derek would get the hint and leave. Which he did, but not before making one last comment.

“By the way, my room is right next to yours so please….don’t be too loud.” With that, he made his way back to his own car, leaving the both of you both embarrassed yet excited for the night to come.

[helloprettybb]

slip of the tongue

i love bucky with all my heart. that’s it.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

description: bucky doesn’t really like you. but a night alone and a stab wound may change his opinion.

warnings: violence, bad description of action scene, heated kissing??? not smut but implied

word count: 1.9k

Bucky hates you. It isn’t difficult seeing as you’re Stark’s daughter and every quality in the man is tenfold in you. You’re crazy smart and you aren’t afraid to show it. Perhaps your worst attribute is your arrogance since it’s justified most of the time. Bucky hates how you’re always right and the stupid smirk on your face when you outwit or outtalk someone.

He knows you can tell and that’s the worst part. It seems you do everything in your power to irk him even more. Like trying to talk to him every time he enters the room or asking for every excruciating detail for any minor event. You get on his nerves and nothing could change that.

The team left for a mission this morning so it’s just you and Bucky at the Compound. After doing nothing all day, Bucky decides to go for an afternoon run. He doesn’t listen to music, as he enjoys the sounds of the city between the mindless chatter and the speeding cars, it reminds him of his youth.

Towards the end of his run, Bucky starts toward the Compound when his ears pick up a yell. Going towards the noise, he spots three men assaulting a woman. She tries her best to hold them off, but she is greatly outnumbered and outmatched by the three, burly men.

Bucky springs into action and grabs the man whose hands are around the woman’s throat. Yanking him off easily, Bucky shoves the man to the ground with a force that was probably harder than necessary, but he doesn’t feel an ounce of remorse as he moves his attention to the two other attackers. He grabs the second man, who is slightly shorter than the first and punches him square in the jaw. He releases the woman and stumbles back. The third man lands a few punches on him, but they barely phase Bucky. While fighting off the last man, Bucky doesn’t notice the first guy get up. He also fails to notice the shiny knife in his hand before it’s too late. The man stabs Bucky in the side. Now Bucky’s pissed as he pushes the third man into the wall. He turns toward the man with the knife and knocks him out cold.

He looks around and realizes the woman must have run away. “Good.” he thinks, but only for a minute as he remembers that he got fucking stabbed. He groans as he applies pressure to the wound.

Bucky makes it back to the Compound, but the pain is getting worse. Stumbling inside, he heads for the labs to look for a medkit. But of course, since it’s his lucky day, you’re there, too. You’re probably finishing the project that you were talking about for the past few weeks - something about particles accelerating, but Bucky didn’t care enough to ask. He hopes he can slip by unnoticed, but the gaping hole in his side draws attention to him.

Your head snaps up from your work and you see Bucky hobble by. “Heya Buck,” you start in your usual playful manner. But when you look at the state he’s in, your attitude changes immediately, “What the fuck happened?”

“It’s nothing.” he grumbles. You look down and see that he’s holding his side. His sweatshirt and fingers are covered in blood.

“Bullshit.” you say. Moving around the lab, you quickly find the medkit. “Sit down.”

“I don’t need your-”

“Shut up and sit down.” you interrupt. Bucky’s protests stop as he sits down on one of the stools. You pull up a chair and open the kit.

“Y’know this will probably heal by tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but it can’t heal if you bleed to death.” you retort. While the injury most likely won’t kill him, your point still stands. “Can I?” you motion to his hand. He removes his hand and you quickly pull his sweatshirt up to treat the wound. Luckily it’s a shallow stab wound and the gauze you put on is enough to stop him from bleeding out. As you continue to apply the gauze, you have to force yourself to not get distracted by his defined abs and focus all your attention on the wound. Your fingers trace over his stomach and he jumps slightly.

“Sorry,” you mutter. Your hands must be freezing from being down in the lab for so long. Once you finish applying the gauze, you say, “There, all done.” You look up at Bucky and are unable to read his expression. It causes you both to fall into an awkward silence. “So,” you say to clear the air, “How’d this happen?”

“Some guys were attacking this woman. Didn’t know one of them had a knife.” He responds gruffly. You nod in understanding.

You finish patching him up and say, “If you need anything like extra bandages or a beer, just come to me.” Bucky simply nods, unsure what to make of that proposition. He begins to leave awkwardly and almost makes it out of the lab before something in him makes him turn back.

He pops his head in and says, “You said something about beer?”

-

Bucky doesn’t know what time it is and he doesn’t care. He’s on his fourth beer, but he can’t get drunk so it doesn’t really matter. It’s funny because one beer turned into two and then three and now he’s found himself in a full-on conversation with you. And the most surprising part is that it’s delightful.

Behind your arrogance and quick judgments, you’re really funny. He knew you were smart, that wasn’t a surprise, but talking to you more changed his opinion of you.

“So, Buck.” Usually, that nickname didn’t get to him but a healing stab wound and a couple of beers will change anyone’s perception.

“What?” he asks.

“Got any lucky girl?” He scoffs at that and you look shocked. “What? It was simply a question.”

“It wasn’t the question, doll.” Since when did he call you doll? Just a slip of the tongue, he supposes. “It was the fact that I’d even have someone.” he says honestly.

“What do you mean? You’re a good-looking guy, just over one hundred. Any girl would be lucky to have you.” Bucky rolls his eyes and laughs. Damn, you’re growing on him.

“I’m serious!” you exclaim. Your left arm is on the couch and your hand is leaning against your hand. He realizes this is the closest you’ve been besides before when you were tending to his stab wound. “You’re a catch, Buck. What stops all the ladies from falling all over you?”

He rolls his eyes at you again whether at your persistence or wording. “I’m a bad guy, doll.” There it is again.

“That’s not true,” you scoff. Taking a sip from your beer, you casually add, “Besides, I’ve always had a thing for the bad ones,” Bucky raises an eyebrow at that. “Come on, Buck. I’ve liked you for a pretty long time. I thought I made it quite obvious.”

“By annoying the hell outta me?” He jokes.

“Hey, I was just trying to talk to you. Although I know I can come across as….”

“Annoying.” he says back. You give him a look that makes him laugh and soon a smile spreads across your face.

“I actually do care about you. But, I know you don’t feel the same way, so I’m happy just being friends.” Bucky thinks it over for a moment. Just this morning he was thinking about how you bothered the hell out of him. Actually, the more that he thinks about it, he realizes that he never really hated you. Did Bucky like you all along? He’s about to reply when the elevator doors open.

“Oh, you’re back?” you turn to greet the team.

“Hey, what are you doing up so late with Bucky?” Your dad eyes the two of you suspiciously.

You catch onto what he’s implying and assure him, “We’re just hanging out. In fact, I was just heading to my room. See you tomorrow.” You say a quick goodbye and leave before anyone could say anything.

They all turn to Bucky, ready to attack him with questions. “I’m going to head up, too.” Bucky quickly exits. He catches up to you, although he definitely didn’t mean to. Curse his long legs.

“Oh, hey,” you say as he enters the sleeping quarters.

“Hey,” he says. Fuck it, mind as well try it. “So, about the friend thing.”

You wince, “You don’t want to be friends.” You seem a little hurt by it, “I get it, you don’t really like me. It’s not like I can force you, too. And especially after I basically confessed to liking you as more than a friend, I could see how a potential friendship wouldn’t sound too appealing.” You’ve never looked this uneasy. He’s used to seeing you so confident and assured, but this was new.

Bucky lets you finish rambling before he replies, “No, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Oh.” He laughs a little, finally shutting you up. He moves closer, but you stay still. You both can tell what’s about to happen, yet neither is making a motion to stop it.

“I like you. As more than a friend.” You look like you’re trying to play it cool and contain your excitement, but Bucky sees you bite your lip like you’re trying to stop your smile from spreading.

“So…” You start like you’re thinking long and hard about what you’re about to say, “Can I kiss you?” You’re adorable. Bucky takes one last step and pulls you into a kiss.

Your lips are soft against his. Beyond the taste of beer, Bucky picks up some… he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip… cherry lipgloss. He’ll never get sick of the taste of cherries. He thought it’d be a sweet, innocent kiss but when you grab at his back, trying to hold him as close as possible, he knows it’s anything but. You kiss him hungrily as if your life depends on it and Bucky eagerly accepts. He muffles your moans and gasps and thinks about how nice those sounds will be echoed in his bedroom.

Bucky moves you so that your back is against the wall. You moan as his hands trail down your sides and onto your ass. His hands go under your thighs and you jump so that you can wrap your legs around his waist. Bucky catches you and pins you between himself and the wall.

Your hands go up to his hair and play with a few strands before pulling lightly. He groans at that, separating from your lips and throwing his head back. With his neck exposed, you trail kisses up and down his throat. Sucking and biting occasionally and making Bucky go crazy.

Two can play at that game, he thinks. He reconnects your lips to kiss you again and starts grinding his hips into you. Your hands go to his back and start scratching against his shirt.

Before this could go any further, Bucky pulls away and asks, “My room?”

And you smile, “Fuck yeah.”

[secretbangtnn]

Best Of Me | One

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

notes ~

So im not really as happy as i wanted to be with this chapter, but its the first one that i needed to translate. Suprisingly Its easier for me to write the whole thing myslef than translating it from my native language. + Remember to leave something and im happy to say that we can start an ask game with the characters from my books

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Surprisingly this day was awfully ugly for such a beautiful season. Heavy rain was falling on the ground creating the big sheets of wall with those millions droplets that practically covered the whole view outside of the freshly cleaned window.

Tired sigh pierced the quiet, as for the household members, house only causing the weird tension to increase that was there from the early morning. Dark hair of the boy moved with him, now facing the cold, wet window.

Hyung…” Groaned the boy crashing on the couch closing the eyes in the process a little frustrated. Walking just next to him, a little taller man with bright yellow hair, looked at the dark haired one with a tired stare.

“I don’t have time Jungkook, go torture Yoongi or something.” A snort came out of the older one after the not so innocent proposition, as he kept carrying the big basket full of clothes.

And again he was alone. The youngest of the brothers, being the one who never knew what to do with his free time, wandering in the halls and every couch he could spot in their cosy house. His dark chocolate hair falling on his face, a little too long for his liking, but he was too lazy to actually do something with them.

Again that not happy groan left his lips, and wriggling similar to a child that did not get a toy he wanted, in the end forcing him to sit on the couch with a big pout. It was not normal in this household, the whole quiet and calm act, especially considering the residents he shared the home with.

They are more similar to animals than gentelems that appreciate a quiet time. So the weird atmosphere was definitely an unsettling thing for the youngest.

Again looking at the dark view outside the window, he tried to see the cause of all of this. Completely as if something was meant to happen, like the quiet before the storm.

And let me tell you, Jungkooks 6th sense never fails. Just as he thought that maybe just maybe this time he was wrong, a ring echoed in the whole household.

“Someone is gonna open it?!” He shouted being too irritated to even do it himself, despite being the closest to the doors.

Of course, nobody answered. So angry he was at this moment he got up from a nice cozy couch and with heavy steps he came to the big chunk of the wood.

He opened the door not that gently, mumbling an annoyed “what?”

So how irritated he got when he saw nothing, a void, the same doorstep and gate that stood there everyday, now with a big wall of rain to spice up the view. He looked around, now a little confused, while thinking that maybe someone was in the mood for jokes. But how stupid the idea of that was when he remebered, that for his hundreds years of living in this world the first time that actually someone managed to make fun of him was today.

And oh god he started to get so pissed.

So imagine how shocked he was when just before he closed the door he heard a really unusual sound coming from his feets. Unhappy sobs rang in the quiet afternoon immediately attracting his attention.

The young vampire was more than shocked, looking at the child in the pille of pastel colored blankets. Small sobs now increased in a big crocodile's tears with disturbing sounds of the kids crying.

“”No, no, no, please be quiet, we don’t want to wake up the old, ugly, moody grandpa. do we?” He panicked, whispering the words to the child that now laid in his arms. He just prayed that the actual old vampire really didn't take up because of the cries.

As the kid started to calm down, he stared at it with an unreadable emotion. It was a weird feeling, holding the delicate creature in his arm, knowing that just one wrong move, and the child would never cry again.

So what was that feeling that stirred down his stomach as the little creature grabbed his finger with a big open mouth. The sick emotion only made him panic even more, while looking back inside the house.

He decidied,. Sneaking was nothing new for his ninja move, and he strongly believed in his skills of not getting caught with a surprise in his arms. In the end the spiderman socks were a good choice, as their soft material made nearly no sound on the floor.

His stress level went higher with each step that brought him closer to the room that he knew he could not miss. The sound of a knife and cutting rung in his ears is similar to the music in horror music he likes to watch, now making him understand a feeling of pure fear.

Eyes closed while praying that the blonde man won’t turn around catching him in his act. But how wrong he was to believe in such a miracle. Nothing and absolutely gets past Kim Seokjin.

“Jeon Jungkook…” He died, completely freezing in place. Not opening his eyes he waited thinking that maybe it was just his head messing with him, and the blonde boy never actually turned to him. “What have you done again. If I need to clean the mess once again from the ketchup, I'm not going to…”

And as Jungkook thought that nothing can go worse, the little chil laughed a happy giggle while making the grabby hands for his bracelet.

“Jungkook?...What exactly are you holding?” The question like a knife cutted the heavy atmosphere in half. The silence just after that louder than everything he has heard before. He was even sure that he felt his nonexisting heart stopping. “Did you fucking steall a child?! I can’t be…”

“No! It’s not like that I swear I found it on our doorstep.”

“Do you really think think I am that stupid? How even the child could just appear there hm? Rolled there or better flyed on its plush unicorn?”

“Hyung, please you are going to wake up others.” He didn’t even hesitate to beg, looking at the blonde with such terrified eyes. The child in his arms happily munching on his bracelet completely unaware of the tension.

“Why would I care about others! You brought a child Jungkook, how can i be calm!?”

Dark haired unconsciously looked around with gritted teeth, now just waiting for the rest to appear. And he did not need to wait long, as just after he looked back at the blonde, someone came from the other side of the kitchen door.

Tall man with peachy hair and raspy voice, trying to get rid of the rest of his sleep, now scratching his head with confused expressions. Who wouldn’t be confused in this place, seeing a literal child in a house full of old vampires.

“What is this mess all about? You know what hour it is?” Said the tallest one. Blondie one only snorted as if offended while crossing his arms. “What?”

“Nothing.” Oldest mumbled irritated. The tallest only raised his brow, and repeated the question once again. Jungkook being now forgotten with the child trying to catch his attention with little sounds. “You dare to remind me of the hour?! Do you know how many nights I didn’t sleep because of you! If I just could silence you for good, you would have long ago ended like the voldemort, yes i'm talking about that nose of yours”

The taller one immediately touched his nose gasping not believing in what he just heard, now trying to silently disappear from the harash stare of his older brother.

As the peach hired one hid behind a counter, the attention now came back to the snaking Jungkook. More pairs of footsteps rang in the quietness of the home, slowly showing other people.

“Jin-hyung is angry again? What happened I want to see.” Announced the newcomer, sliding on his perfectly white socks.

“Who is angry here?! You want to see how angry I can be you...you…”

“You silly goose?”

“No that's to lame.”

“Dipshit?”

“You dipshit! Thank you Namjoon.” He finished with a red face. The newcomer only rolled his eyes, while making the shortest of the brothers that came with him laugh.

“Since everyone is here…” The tallest started.

“Wait, where is Yoongi.” Asked the red haired one, while leaning on the counter with a mysteriously made coffee.

“Here.” All of them shouted, hearing the sudden voice, and seeing the new person that appeared with a lightning of thunder. “So what’s this mess about?”

Everyone in the room simultaneously looked at the dark haired boy that immediately stopped in his tracks hoping for some power that could help him disappear. All the eyes slowly drifted down his arms, now staring at a bundle of blankets that started to move as if it knew of the attention.

“What is that?” Asked the tallest looking straight at the irritated blonde.

“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that gives such a stupid example, making those idiots steal children.”

The kitchen is now again quiet, all the eyes on the little creature in the arms of the youngest. Only sound now being the child starting to sob again, making everyone tense.

“Shut it up you morons.” Said second oldest, annoyed at the loud cries. The blonde didn’t waste time, knowing how bad noise is for the black haired. Small body now shuddering because of the sobbing making the oldest coo at the little child.

His arms soon hold the bundle of blanket, trying to calm the kid down with his baby voice. It wasn’t hard to get lost in its eyes, them being mysterious and full of innocence, drawing up the blonde one. His big hand now on its red cheek, trying to feel the texture of the soft skin under his fingers.

And as the cries never happened, the child started giggling again trying to grab Seokjin hands with such a beautiful smile. It was a really soft sight to see making them all calm and giddy inside. But as the child opened its mouth Seokjin's smiles disappeared.

“What the matter?” Asked Namjoon a little bit taken aback by the change of his hyungs mood. The oldest only looked back at the rest of them with a terrified expression.

“It's a human.”