#murderer monday headcannon

[littlelioncub43]

Just today i saw that Chris Evans was supposed to play Lee bodecker. I don't know how to feel about this. But i like Sebastian's Lee and i want him to crush me under his weight

It wouldn't have the same vibes. Would be a whole different man, entirely.

He ate this role up. No crumbs.

Sexy. Scary. Powerful. All the things I love in a (fictional) man.

Lee Bodecker is so ungodly sexy, it hurts. He oozes "I can fuck you good, darlin', you just know I can" vibes. He seems like a great cuddler too. I think he's got a soft streak along with his mean streak. Lee loves kissing. He's a slut for a good makeout session, he adores stuffing his tongue down your throat or when you shove yours down his throat. He likes it messy and hot and heavy. But he's also a softie. If you're in a relationship, he's in. Obsessed and infatuated and wrapped around your finger, all that he asks is that you're down for him just as bad.

[faux-ecrivain]

Welcome

Welcome, My Dearest Darlings, please enjoy your stay. This is a placeholder post, tomorrow I shall post something official. There will be rules for this blog, but I’m sure you’re big enough to handle them. Most of my posts will be yandere headcannons, stories, fanfics or blurbs. I can’t promise five star posting, but I can promise yandere that are obsessed with you! Kisses! 💋💋

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[that-glitter-chick]

My entry for MegOp week, day 2, Monday June 12th 2023, prompt Private/Respect.

This is set in the pre-war days of Transformers: Prime, but I borrowed a character from G1 to use as a plot device. Their name is Reflector, and I say “they“ because it’s actually three Minicons that ether share a Spark or have a hive-mind mentality, it was never revealed which.

Anyway, they turn into a camera and acted as spies during Great War One in the original storyline, so I decided in my headcannon they were Paparazzi on Cybertron before the war.

This comic explains why they didn’t appear in TF:P. They were getting damning pictures of the Rebel Leader Megatronus and his co-conspirator/lover Orion Pax, which would mean great scoop for them, and ether imprisonment or death for the Revolutionaries. Soundwave, endlessly loyal to Megatronus (and the first ever MegOp shipper in my headcannon), ain’t having that! So he does what any good friend/shipper would do, he commits murder. Rust in peace Reflector, you little creep.

Medium is colored pencils. @megop

[mercurydarlin]

Yandere dr.malpractice headcannons?

Dr.Malpractice Yandere Headcannons

WARNINGS: yandere, murder, the SLIGHTEST of manipulation/gaslighting,

this to request

OMG I WAS THINKING OF THIS THE OTHER DAY. is this your way of getting me to write simpbur? cause it is WORKING. I made him rather sweet though, like, he doesn't kidnap reader anything. just kills.

How you'd meet Wilbur, I guess:

It was just a normal Monday for you. you went to work, went to the local coffee shop, and drove home.

The regular stuff.

But, To your surprise, that would all change.

Now insert Wilbur. You had a lil crush on him he was cute... He stopped by your workplace every now and then.

He had his quirks though, like how he would act a bit shy around you, even a bit embarrassed

He said something about having a lab when you brought up his work.

"So...Where do you work? In the building?" You smiled at Wilbur, before handing him a box with glass tubes inside. "Oh-Uh, I work in a lab. I'm a scientist,if you will." He smiled back you, before quickly walking off with the box you handed to him. "Bye Wilbur, See you tomorrow!" You waved goodbye to him before he opened the office door and waved goodbye back.

You both started to get to now each other better, became close friends.

He still was a bit awkward around you, but that's what kept you around.

He'd invite you over to his house plenty.

Wilbur eventually told you about his feeling, and if course you said yes!

But he made you an offer, an offer that would change everything.

"Do you wanna be my test subject? I understand if it sounds weird--" he looked down, avoiding eye contact. "Depends, Whats the conditions?" You asked, smile on your face. You weren't expecting what would happen ahead of time.

You said yes, cause what's the worst that could happen?

How would it go from there?:

also your in wilbur's lab now, he said something about you staying there for awhile.

Rather smoothly.

I mean, you just come Into his lab for 2-3 days and he does test on you, it's nothing big.

But oh my god, he'd love every second of it.

Like, you would be cuddled up with him as he puts bandages on your scars.

He would literally be going insane, his face would be red, he'd be showering you with compliments, all the good stuff.

"What's the pink stuff do?" You asked, pointing to one of the tubes on the table next to you. "That's supposed to be some eyesight improving thing, Oh, but I'd never use that on you. Too much of a risk." He moved it to the corner of his table, and instead pulled out a cup of water and pills. "Those should help your immune system, darling." He handed you the pills and water, as you swallowed down the pills Wilbur was overjoyed, he always felt glad when you took literally anything he gave you.

He'd be so lovey Dovey...

He'd never get mad at you, instead opting to comfort you endlessly.

But yet, obsessive.

Like, he uses your least favorited co-workers as subjects for his rather... Unsafe injections...

Behind your back, of course.

It'd be awhile until you'd eventually figure out.

Wait, what if reader figured out about Wilbur's killings/torture?:

Pissed. Very pissed, at first!

It was quite the discussion when you first figured out.

"I'm sorry, this is too much to handle at the same time Wilbur!" You shouted at him, anger in your eyes. You just figured out about his little...killing problem. "Can we please just talk about this, I-I swear, I can explain everything love!" He watched as a tear fell from your face, it saddened him to see you like this. He hates seeing you upset, and knowing that he made you upset, only makes matters worse.

Eventually you made up. He never said he was going to stop what he was doing cause he was "Protecting you".

You came to terms with it, realizing there's not much you could even do about it other than report him to the police.

And why would you do that? You just couldn't.

So you both talked it out.

You knew he wouldn't stop killing people no matter what you said, so you let it happen.

"If you end up in jail, you do realize I cannot bail you out, right?" You smirked at him while fidgeting with your hair. You were both in the kitchen, wilbur was making dinner for you as you were sat at the counter. Wilbur turned, smirking back, "I'll find my way around it, no need to worry about me."

He surprisingly hasn't ended up in jail yet, he ends up framing someone else for his killings. (That someone also being someone who wronged you.)

what would his love language be? would he like pda?:

Pda wise, yes.

He'd be very touchy, ever so touchy.

He'd leave kisses everywhere on your body while whispering sweet nothings.

And he'd do it in public to, planting little kisses on your head while at a restaurant.

"Wil- Wil! you can stop now!" You'd giggled while pushing Wilbur away from your face. "But I'm just trying to love you! What's so wrong with that?" He'd giggled back, pulling your hand away from his face, leaning towards you with his big dorky smile. He'd plant a messy kiss on your cheek.

As for love language, he'd sent you text messages telling you how much he loves you, the things he'd do, all that cute stuff.

What if he sent love letters? Think about it.

"You know, I have 5 finished love letters that I was too scared to send you when we first talked." You turned your head over to him as he was smiling at you. "Really? That's so cute-- you HAVE to show me them." You grabbed his hands and squeezed them, big grin on your face. Wilbur sighed a smiled, "I'll find the time to show you, one day."

(probably gonna add more into this,but...just thought I'd post this now <3)

[theintrovertbean]

Hellooo it's me again 😼

I wanted to request.

Nadia with a *drumroll* Lucio's sibling mc 🤨

I want to know what you think about it, like if mc told her since the beginning or later on the route, what would be Nadia's reaction, will she trust them right away?Nadia didn't remember them because yk

It would be more fitting to do headcannon

Anyways

Thanks for keeping Nadia's tag alive and well fed 🤧♥️

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Hello, Anon! It's nice to hear from you again. I hope you're doing well!

Now that was a request that I probably enjoyed way too much. My imagination went wild.

I believe that this MC is younger than Lucio. They could have been around 5-10 years old (possibly a year or two older) when Lucio made his first deal, so they were old enough to remember him but not old enough to actually do something about it.

Morga definitely didn't plan on having another child after popping out a goat, so MC was an accident that turned out a lot better than expected. Big brother Lucio definitely bullied his little sibling, and he was also extremely jealous of them for being everything their mother wanted in a child.

I also think that Lucio tried to kill MC too, but they were a sturdy little cutie (strong enough to endure a harsh winter) and survived. And now, they're hungry for revenge.

Thank you for this request, Anon, I really enjoyed it. Writing and posting Nadia content is my pleasure, and I'm just hoping that my creations are worthy of her tag 😂

Also, I kept this writing more on the general side, but if the public desires, I think I could write something bigger and more romantic 👀 Or anything else you want about these two, really.

I'm rambling so much omg.

Nadia with an MC who is Lucio's sibling

When MC arrived at the palace uninvited, Nadia first didn't want to let them in (it's kinda understandable because MC is probably a big and strong person with a German name like Freitag -> it means Friday in German. Montag is Lucio's name, which means Monday, and Monday sucks, but MC is cool, so yeah, Freitag.) She told the guards to make them go away, but it was useless. The stranger pushed through the wave of guards and barged through the palace doors. No one could stop them from meeting the Countess of Vesuvia. They were powerful and a little forceful, but they claimed that they had good intentions and wanted to help with the investigation.

And Nadia could really use some help in solving her ex-husband's murder, so she accepted their offer. But she had a few conditions herself. First, she made it clear that in Vesuvia, she was the boss lady and that MC would have to wear more appropriate clothes from that point. Animal fur just wasn't in style there. 

During their first dinner together, Nadia took a good look at MC while they ate. They looked familiar, and they strangely resembled the former Count of Vesuvia. (Except for the hairline. MC's looked a lot better.) Still, their blonde hair, sharp yaw, wicked smile, and those silver eyes that haunted her every night were enough to stir some worries inside Nadia. And with an intuition like Nadia's, it was easy to become suspicious, but she couldn't tell for sure.

The next day, MC gazed at the strange painting in the Countess' salon, mortified by how anyone could portray their mother like that while waiting for Nadia's arrival. She was fashionably late, of course. When she arrived, she told MC that they were to visit Lucio's wing. 

And oh boy, was it dramatic. 

Lucio spoke to MC and Nadia in his creepy ghost voice. 

"Noddy, I see you have finally taken an interest in your in-laws! How kind of you to bring them here! Did you come here to mourn me, little MC? Tell me how much you've missed your big and handsome brother!" 

MC would reply something like this: "In my eyes, you've been dead since the moment you betrayed our family. And now, I will make sure you stay that way, Montag."

Nadia's eyes widened in horror, but she did her best to remain calm. Everything made so much sense. When it comes to being a leader, MC was everything Lucio thought he was. They were a provider, the protector of their people, and a true hunter. The best from their clan.

When they left Lucio's wing, Nadia brought up the topic and asked MC to explain everything to her. MC told her how Lucio made a deal, killed their father, and attempted to murder their mother and MC, unsuccessfully. With Lucio gone and MC being a much better version of him, MC became the official heir of the Scourge of the South. When Lucio found out, he probably tore out his hair, and that's the reason behind his hair loss. 

Morga was the person who sent MC, her only worthy child, to Vesuvia. Their goal was to track Lucio down and do whatever it took to stop him and the plague, even if that meant killing him. Morga had to stay at home to take care of her people, and MC was more than willing to go. 

And well, MC didn't really have to tell Nadia that they're Lucio's sibling since he revealed it himself. They only had to confirm it, which they did with absolute honesty, and Nadia appreciated it. 

Trusting MC was a different issue, tho. Nadia wanted to trust them, but with Lucio being their brother, she had every reason not to. This MC had to work a little harder to earn her trust, which they did, possibly a lot sooner than expected. MC worked incredibly hard and managed to prove to her how different they were from their brother at every chance they got. Nevertheless, they had a very good reason to be there, and since they shared the same goal as Nadia, she gladly partnered up with them for the investigation. 

At some point, they definitely had a little chat, and MC shared all the embarrassing and terrible stories they had of Lucio. 

Monty definitely held a nasty grudge against MC, so I doubt that he told Nadia about them during their marriage. Maybe she knew about their existence, but of course, she couldn't remember them. If Lucio did tell a bit about them to Nadia, he probably did his best to make them seem like a total bitch.

Nadia respects MC's leading abilities, and she would be happy to let them help her rebuild Vesuvia. And train the guards. MC found them too soft.

And now we shall imagine MC and Lucio having a lovely sibling argument in German while Nadia is sipping tea in the background. She's definitely smiling behind her cup.

Monty, du verwöhnter Idiot!

I only speak a little bit of German. Please don't come at me if I wrote that incorrectly

[mrs-march-ahs]

⚠️KAI WEEK !⚠️

Thank you ever so much for 600 followers! You are all so welcoming and sweet to me, I love and cherish all the nice comments and messages I get, thank you!

This is something I wanted to do for 500, but it sneaked up on me so fast that I wasn’t ready. But recently I realised that I’m just not organised, and I may never be ready. So, I’m going to push myself out of my comfort zone and do something super special for you all! Because you deserve it!

I constantly get messages and requests for Kai because it seems like people enjoy the way I write him. So, because I love you, I present: Kai week!

Beginning Monday 29th March, I will post something about Kai every day! Here are some ideas (not in this order)

-Kai Reacting to the Reader in Lingerie for the first time. (Knife kink, Soft Daddy! Kai)

-Kai Punishing the Reader for Not Wanting to Be Pregnant by Impregnating Her

-Kai Helping the Reader Find a Purpose (Angst with Murder! Reader)

-Kai Doing a Sex Cult Ritual to Welcome the Reader into the Cult

I do have other ideas, but these are the ones that already have plans. As you may have noticed, there are more than 4 days in a week. Therefore, I am opening requests back up!

Please request only Kai. You can request headcannons, smut, fluff, anything you want, but I will only pick some of them to do for the Kai week!

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Kai Week Day One- Fashion Show for Kai

[lucrezia-thoughts]

Starting Next Week...

Themed Days will begin!! We'll have the following days:

Marcus & Max Mondays

Tovar Tuesdays

Star Wars Wednesdays

Triple Frontier Fridays

Suburban Murder Daddy Sundays are also a possibility... I just need to see The Equalizer 2 first...

On these lovely days, I'll be reblogging themed:

GIF Sets

Pictures

Fan Art

Fan Fic

I'll also be accepting requests, thots, and headcannons for the themed characters too! (You can wait to send them in, or send them in ahead of time and I'll answer them on the corresponding themed day unless otherwise requested!)

Additionally, I'll be sharing some of the relevant works I've read, but please feel free to send in any recommendations for fics that you've read and I'll be sure to post them!!

I'm super excited about this and I hope you are too!! 💚

[laytonbrothersbirthdaybash]

Layton Brother Bash 2: Murder Boogaloo

BeeBuzzly is excited to annouce the second LB;MR Week!!

For those who don’t know, the bash was created last year to celebrate the sixth anniversary of Layton Brothers;Mystery Room. Like the year before, the week will run from Monday, September 21 to Sunday, September 27.

However, this year’s prompts layout will be different. This time, there will be two prompts for each day.You can choose to do one of the prompts, two separate pieces for each prompt or combined them into one piece! Also, its alright if your not able to participate everyday! Any amount of content will be greatly appreciated!  

The Prompts:

Day 1: Favourite Side Character / Lunch Break

Day 2: Unlikely Match up / Headcannon 

Day 3: Occupation Swap / Song prompt

Day 4: Suspects / Tea

Day 5: Victorian AU / Flowers

Day 6: Family / Crossover

Day 7: Vacation / Animals 

When you upload your fanwork, you can tag it as #lbmr;week and/or any of the usual Mystery Room tags. Then, I will reblog all fanworks here, at laytonbrothersbirthdaybash. If I miss any posts don’t be afraid to message or at me. You can also submit your work if you’d prefer that!

I’m so glad to do this again and I can’t wait to see what you all come up with!!

[papyrus-onlyblogokay]

Lmao, im writing my au again.. And I was thinking about the W.D Gaster man..

Honestly, i think gaster is a dork.

Like, i think he might've asked us permission in the survey in deltarune if he could survey us, just to say "HAHA! LOL PRANKED YOU!!" and is probably laughing his butt off at the lamest prank ever. Or he's rubbing his hands together as he just created the most evil plan, and you feel right into his trap or something.

He speaks loudly,

like papyrus,

but very slowly,

kinda like sans.

Its so adorable.

Like yeah, everyone makes him a scary, cold and tall man who has no kindness in his heart but lets be honest this guy is a dork.

A dorky nerddddddddddddd

Also, since that mushy goop man behind a grey door is assumed to be gaster-

He is kinda short, for an assumed long boi. since he is stretchy, that might put him at middle height, or being taller than papyrus.

Which is STILL funny, because imagine this man, being like an inch taller than sans and being petty about it.

Sans was petty about his height to frisk in the Xbox easter egg thing, so i'd assume this is beacuse someone was petty about it to him. (Most likely candidate: papyrus)

Even better is that toby was speaking as gaster in his twitter during the deltarune release, so i can assume that gaster takes part in annoying papyrus.

Which makes sense considering his area was hotland, and papyrus absolutely hates the place.

Also-also, its a headcannon but i think this guy actually wore those kind of stupid shit you'd find a scientist wear, like shorts with crocs and a extra large t-shirt with pink flamingos and a 90s neon asthetic.

Like, everyone thinks he wears black and white with some weird coat and a collar sweater or something. In reality his color just wore off like how the gaster followers colors did, and he's just wearing his friday outfit on a Monday.

And the only thing supporting this is the clothes that the gaster followers wear in-game. Its neons and palm tree guys. NEON AND PALM TREES If this man is not wearing some kind of crocs im questioning everything.

I bet Sans is just copying the atheistic for fun, but down he knows he cant match that horrid potential.

i bet gaster and papyrus can pull of literally anything, and it shows. Sans tries his beat though, but you know he has his limits.

If you have that gaster son theory, then if paps and sans are his sons, or are anywhere related to gaster, I know papyrus definetly got the good genes-

Or atleast, papyrus just takes care of himself better than sans does.

Or I dunno, he could be a crazy murderer mad scientist, honestly its a win-win.

[the-archivist-writes]

Rules

.:Rules:.

 + This is an LGBT+ Safe space so I will write for same sex, trans, ace, basically anything under the umbrella of LGBT and if this makes you uncomfortable then this isn’t the blog for you.

+ I write they/them pronouns unless asked for gender specific terms.

+ Minors do not interact.

+ All characters are aged up for SFW fanfics, but I will not write anyone under 18 [even aged up] in NSFW situations.

+ If a character is cannonly GAY or STRAIGHT or ACE [anything really] I will not write them in situations where I am asked to do the opposite.

+ I mostly only write reader x cannon but I could be asked to do character x character if the request peeks my interest.

+ When requesting make sure you tell me what character you want and a brief description of what you would like and please state if DRABBLE or HEADCANNONS.

+ Match ups must include your age, if you want a male or female match up, something about yourself, be as descript as possible.  ANY matchups sent any time other then a MONDAY will be deleted.

+ I am pretty good at giving the people what they want but if I don’t want to do something then I do retain the right to say no. BUT I have had writing blogs before and tumblr does tend to eat them so I won’t hate on you if you want to send it again in case this has happened.

+ I’m always happy to chat to people so never feel intimidated by my blunt mannerisms, I’m not an asshole I’m just British.

 .:DOES:.

I will write NSFW Darker themes such as murder, gore, blood, yandere I will do Most kinks are fine, easier to check the DON’Ts I will write poly, threesomes, multiple relationships.

.:DON’TS:. Vore Furry anything anti LGBT Self harm suicide mommy/daddy kink scat little/big

 I THINK this covers everything. Have fun and hope to write for you soon.

[genogenocrazycatman]

Terrible - Eustass Kid x OC

Terrible [Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.Net]

Progress: 1/1

Characters: Eustass Kid, Original Character

So this a repost of a fic from a couple of years ago that is loosely based off of a headcannon that firefistlaw got from an anon..

“Modern!Headcanon that Eustass kid’s s/o goes to college like for some very impressive field, but Kid didn’t really want to go to college so he a mechanic and just, they live together and Eustass always picks up his s/o from their classes. Intimidating people because he’s just intensely gazing at the door to see if his s/o is on their ways/o"

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“Well, I say that went well,” Jay said cheerily, grinning as we headed towards the elevators in the university’s main offices.

 Jay and his half sister, Rei, were biomedical engineers. The two WizKids and his sister, Rei, were biomedical engineers. The two whiz kids had been working with the world renowned, Dr. Vegapunk. They along with the rest of Vegapunk’s lab researched and produced highly advanced cybernetic limbs, that were integrated with the nervous system, and thus reacted to the body’s natural impulses.

 I didn’t fully understand the ins and outs of it, but I knew that the research was expensive as shit, and without funding any potential it had wouldn’t be realized. That’s where I came in. I worked in the University’s development office. I worked specifically with the science department as their development liaison.  

 Now I had worked with a lot of scientists and doctors who were wonderful people and great with donors. Vegapunk’s team? Not at all. Vegapunk himself rarely left the lab. He sent me the information I needed to shop out, but aside from that I never heard from the guy. From what I understood, he only ever met with the higher ups and that was only when he was met with the threat of termination. Admittedly, those threats rang hollow. Vegapunk was the university’s crown jewel.

 The others were all exceptionally bright. Without fail they were the smartest people in every room they stepped into… And they knew it… And without trying they let everyone else know it... No one likes a know it all.

 Vegapunk, Rei and Jay were geniuses, but there are some things that they couldn’t even manage to do and fundraise was among those. We’d just had a meeting with a couple of potential donors in one of the university’s board rooms, which thankfully with my serving as a buffer, had gone extremely well.

 I had another meeting with the father and daughter pair coming up in the next couple of weeks, where I would make a proper ask. I had high hopes.

 “That’s because I was there. You two are hopeless. If it takes more than three minutes to explain it, and it isn’t even something that they ask about, then don’t bring it up.”

“Materials are important,” Jay stressed.

 “Yeah. With this new compound that Dr. Vegapunk has created, everything we produce will be lighter and more durable.”

 I just blinked at them. “You mean you spent ten minutes explaining this to them in a way that went so far over their head, I’m pretty sure it went into orbit, and you just explained it to me in two sentences?”

 They looked at each other, finally getting my point. “Oh.”

 “Unbelievable,” I groaned.

 I shook my head, stepping off of the elevator behind them.

 “At least it’s over now, and you don’t have to deal with our genius level stupidity until Monday,” Rei said.

 “Or any donors,” Jay added.

 “Nope,” I agreed. “Just my man and his band of grease monkeys.”

 “Yes, the mysterious mechanic,” Rei said.

 I snorted. “Mysterious. Kid’s one of the most straight forward people that you will ever meet.”

 “But we haven’t met him,” Jay said.

 “Hence why he’s mysterious.”

 I rolled my eyes. “I hate, when you two do that.”

 I was pretty close with the twins. I interacted with them more than anyone else on campus, and we had formed a friendship, a weird friendship, but a friendship none the less.

 “I mean. All we know is that he owns his own repair shop,” Rei continued ignoring me. “Which makes the think of some middle-aged man named with Ron with an overly bushy mustache and a beer gut, and that doesn’t really fit with our amazingly professional and well put together fundraiser.”

 I scoffed. Professional and put together. That did not extend past the university. If only they could see me at the shop, in shredded jeans and faded band shirts, my electric blue hair free of the wig I hid it under at work, desperately looking for clients’ keys, receipts and invoices, while yelling at Kid and Heat to turn down the damn music. Meanwhile Killer practically danced around me, putting everything I was looking for together, before handing it over.

 “I see you with like an investment banker.”

 “Yeah or some really high profile real estate agent, named Chaz or Andrew.”

 I scrunched up my nose. ‘A Chaz?’ “Not even close.” I chuckled. “His name is Kid, and he doesn’t have a beer gut. In fact, he’s got abs you could grate cheese on, and I’m nowhere as put together as you seem to think I am. I’m just a dumb punk kid with a day job.“

 The two of them looked at me for a moment, assessing me. “Can’t see it,” they chorused.

 Jay was a step ahead of us and pushed the door to the outside world open, but stopped short, causing both Rei and I to crash into him.

 “That scary guy’s in the parking lot,” Jay said.

 “What scary guy?” I asked.

 “Seriously?” Rei whined, peering out the door over Jay’s shoulder.

 Jay back at me. “The terrifying dude that hangs out in the staff parking lot,” Jay tried to jog my memory. “Always here at like a quarter to five.”

 “Uh huh…” I said, not having any idea of, who he was talking about.

 “You seriously have never seen him?”

 I shook my head. “Apparently not.”

 “He must leave, before you get out of the office,” Rei deduced.  “Well, you’re gonna see him now. You can’t miss him.”

 “Whatever. Can we go now? Weird dude or not, I want to go home.”

 “Not weird,” Jay corrected.

 “Weird,” Rei agreed.

 “Okay, weird, but mostly scary. He just glares at the door, as if he’s trying to make it explode.”

 Cue the light bulb going off over my head.

 “Yeah. I know you said you were going to wait for your boyfriend or whatever, but why don’t you come back to the lab with us? I don’t really want to leave you here with that weirdo lingering.”

 I snorted at Rei. “I’m sure, I’ll be fine,” I said, wiggling past Jay and out the door.

 Once I was outside, I was finally able to see the guy that they were talking about.

 I could see how he could be intimidating. For one, leaning against the side of a perfectly refurbished 1970 Chevy Chevelle it was obvious that he was closer to seven feet tall than six. The garish fabrics that his clothes were pulled taut over his frame. The patterns almost distracted from the obvious muscle underneath. Almost.

 With a build like that, no one dared to comment on his outlandish clothing, the goggles on his head, the grease splattered over him, the black polish on his nails or the dark lipstick he wore. Despite all this, his eyes were still his most striking feature.

 With one glance, Eustass Kid could put the fear of the God into in to anyone stupid enough to cross him, no matter how big or bad they thought they were.

 Those piercing eyes met mine, which brought a wicked grin to his lips.

 Involuntarily, the muscles in my face pulled, returning that gesture. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and walked over to him, leaving the twins at the door.

 “Hey,” I greeted, wrapping my arms around his neck.

 “Hey babe,” he greeted.

 He brought his hands to my hips, running them up my sides, before pulling me flush against him and dropping his lips down to meet mine for a kiss that was by no means appropriate, especially considering that I was technically still at work, even if I was not technically on the clock.

 He rested his forehead on mine. “What’s with the audience?” he asked, eyes flickering over to the twins.

 “Probably trying to make sure that you don’t murder me. They think you’re rather frightening. Though after that display, now they probably think that you like to get off in public.”

 His smirk grew. “Considering how into it you were, I’m starting to think that you do. You know we could always-”

 “Not a chance,” I said, trying and failing not to smile at him. “You’re such a sleaze ball.”

 “That I am,” Kid said, hand traveling down to my ass. “But at least I’m honest about it,” he said, giving it a squeeze.

 I tried to level him with a firm glare, but it did nothing. “Kid, I’m still technically at work,” I scolded, stepping back, before he could get any more handsy.

 “I’m not,” he said, unfazed. “They can’t fire me.”

 “No, but they can me.”

 “Then, I guess we better get out of here, before I get you canned.” He pushed himself up off the car.

 I tossed my bag in the open window, heading around to the passenger’s side. I finally looked at the twins, who looked absolutely dumfounded. “I’ll see you guys Monday!” I hollered at them, waving.

 Kid gave them one of his more sinister grins, raising his hand in a mocking wave.

 I leaned over the center console, pushing his door open. “Quit trying to scare them and let’s go home.”

 “Whatever you say, babe,” he said, humoring me. He slipped into the driver’s seat and turned the key in the ignition, the car roaring to life. He revved the engine a few times, before peeling out of the parking lot and speeding towards home.

 “You’re terrible,” I said, laughing.

 “You love it,” he shot back, removing his hand from the gear shift and flipping his hand, so that his palm was facing up.

 I slipped my hand into his. “Yeah. I do.”

 ***

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[littlelioncub43]

Not to be a slut but... letting him suck on your tits when he starts to tear up

No no, be a slut.

I feel like he would do that when he's especially tired and exhausted. If Justin's day just seemed to go on and on and on and on and on with no end in sight. He would be trying not to cry on the drive home, he would be tearing up the moment he saw you, and then the moment he felt your warm skin on his????? He's nearly sobbing with relief. Justin tends to get overwhelmed or overstimulated really easily and sometimes he just needs to cry about it, which helps him feel a lot better. He's a big crybaby. And we love that for him.

Sucking on your tits calms him down just as much as it could rile him up, but it depends on the situation. If he's had a long day, he's calming down. If he's having a good day, oh he's gonna have a good day, ifyaknowwhatimean.

[toloveawarlord]

Master List

Updated: June 18

New Updates will be marked with a ***

You can find my old master list HERE. I am not deleting it because it has older fics on it that are not included on this one.

OC Masterlist

Ikerev OC Picrew Collection

EVENT MASTER LISTS:

50 Types of Kisses

2 Yr. Ann. AU Flash Fics

Spooktober 2020

Spooktober 2019

25 Days of Christmas 2020

25 Days of Christmas 2019

25 Days of Christmas 2018

Murder Monday

Angels and Devils Valentine’s Event 2019

Ikemen Revolution

Series: Suitor/OC

○ For Crimson Glory: Iris Adley / Edgar Bright

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch 4 || Ch. 5 || Ch. 6 ||

Crimson Shorts: Iris and Edgar One-Shots: Investigation ||

○ Visions of Red: Colette Marston

 Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch.3 ||

○ Shattered Glass: Nova Clemence

 Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 ||

○ Etched in Blood: Sophia Emerson/Fenrir Godspeed

 Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch.4 || Ch. 5 ||

Sophia and Fenrir One-Shots: Edibles || Glimpse of You || The Night Before ||

○ Behind the Times: Aspen Lancaster/Jonah Clemence

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 ||

○ Tale as Old as Time:  Greer Atlas/Lancelot Kingsley:

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || ***

○ Ghost in the Starlight: Aster

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 ||  ***

○ Star Crossed: Wren Blackwell/Jonah Clemence

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 ||

○ For My Master: Edgar Bright/Shae Durham/Luka Clemence 18+

 Part 1|| Part 2 ||

○ The Jack of My Heart: Joanna Clemence/Edgar Bright

Ch. 1 ||

Drabble 1 || Midnight Escapades (nsfw) ||

○ Red Fever: Edgar Bright/Naomi Kaiser/Jonah Clemence 18+

Ch. 1 ||

○ Clever Little Fox: Clarissa Bright/Loki Genetta

Ch. 1 ||

○ Kyle Ash Mental Health Series

An Off Day ||The Human Heart || In Her Mind  || Tomorrow ||

Series: Suitor/Children

Kid’s Information:

Red Army Kids Older Gen as Toddlers

Red Army:

Lancelot Kingsley:

○ Chaotic Kingsley: Atticus

Ch. 1 ||

Jonah Clemence:

○ A Queen in the Making: Caroline

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 ||

Edgar Bright:

○ Red Army Princess: Eden

Ch. 1 ||  Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4 ||

Eden Shorts: Fireworks ||

Kyle Ash: 

○ Ashes to Ashes: Beckett and Sadie

Ch. 1 ||

Black Army:

Luka Clemence:

○ Twin Collision: Ezra and Valarie

Ch. 1 ||

Seth Hyde:

○ Devils in Disguise: Sasha

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 ||

Fenrir Godspeed:

○ Black Army Mischief Maker: Finley

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4 ||

Finley Shorts: Turning Five || Godspeed Family Birthday HC ||

Au w/ @plumpblueberry Noah Blackwell - “After the Rain” ||

Neutrals:

Loki Genetta:

○ Caged Magic: Lux and Leif

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 ||

Mousse Atlas:

○ The Atlas Puzzle: Khepri

Ch. 1 ||

Suitor x Suitor Kids:

Edgar and Luka:

○ A Pair of Jacks: Evie

Pt. 1 ||

One Shots: Silver-Lining || Confession

Lancelot and Jonah:

○ Crowned Royalty: Ivy and Rose

Pt. 1 ||

Mini- Series:

○ What Once Was: Emery Hayes

Telling Luka || Telling Jonah || Black Army ||

One-Shots:

Black Army:

Sirius Oswald 

Birthday Game (IDW)

Luka Clemence

I’m Here || Made a Maid

Fenrir Godspeed -

Tomato War || Main Assest

Red Army

Lancelot Kingsley

Sweet Temptation (nsfw)||

Jonah Clemence -

Despacito || It Matters (nsfw) || Family Sins || Stay Strong ||

Edgar Bright -

Light of My Life (IDW || One sided || Drunk on You (nsfw IDW) ||

Analysis of Edgar’s Trial ||

Kyle Ash

Under the Desk (nsfw) || Ghosts in the Night (IDW)

Neutrals:

Harr Silver

A Wish

Loki Genetta

Birthday Mess

Mousse Atlas

Sleeping Mouse||

Oliver Knight

Hideout||

Amon

The Mad King (IDW) ||

Suitor x Mc x Suitor:

Kyle/MC/Edgar

Sugar Rush (nsfw)

Edgar/MC/Luka

Lost Love (IDW)

Kyle/ Mousse/ Mc

Three’s a Set (nsfw IDW)

Suitor x Suitor

Jonah/Mousse

Take It Off (IDW)

**Headcannons: **

Angles and Demons AU

Angel HC || Demon HC ||

Ikemen Vampire

Series: Suitor/OC

○ At Your Service: Ophelia/Everyone 18+

Ch. 1 ||

○ And So They Met: Alara Bayar

Pt 1. || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4 || Part 5 ||

○ Alara One-Shots:

Birthday Morning (Alara and Mozart) ||

○ Twisted Games: Vira 18+

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 ||  Ch. 3 ||

○ The Essence of Music: Coralie Van Alst & Mozart

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 ||

○ The Sight of Stars: Arthur /Mina Van Gogh/Charles

Ch. 1 ||

○ Immortal Souls: Nyx/Comte

Ch. 1 ||

Suitor x Suitor with Kid:

Theo and Arthur:

○ Truth in Simplicity: Elaine Odette Doyle x Isaac Newton

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 ||

Suitor One-Shots:

Theo Van Gogh

Stop Being Cute ||

Arthur Conan Doyle

Bound (nsfw)

Arthur Birthday Event 2020:

Bickering Buds || Distractions || Control (nsfw) || Rainy Days || Alcohol and Women || Playtime (nsfw) || The Best Detective || Things to Come || Drunken Pleasures (nsfw) || A Memorable Birthday ||

All Headcannons:

Parents dropping off their kid

Ikemen Sengoku

Series:

○ The Art of Love and War: Warlord Children (Multi POV)

   Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4 || Ch. 5 || Ch. 6 || Ch. 7 || Ch. 8 || Ch. 9 || Ch. 10|| Ch. 11

○ The Ties that Bind Us: Rena Tokugawa / Ieyasu Tokugawa

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4 || Ch.5 || Ch. 6 || ***

Ieyasu/Rena Birthday Special

○ Clever Canary: Miki / Nobunaga Oda

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 ||Ch. 4 ||Ch. 5 ||

○ Solitary Confinement: Katria Petrov / Masamune Date

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 ||Ch. 3 ||

One-Shots:

Ieyasu Tokugawa

Injury || Snow Storm || For Her (IDW)  || Alone with You ||

Sasuke Sarutobi

Till Next Time (nsfw) || Nerdling ||

Nobunaga Oda

The Cost of War (IDW) || Konpeito

Yukimura Sanada

Pregnancy ||

Mitsuhide Akechi

A Day Out||

Kennyo -

Tryst in the Forest ||

Obey Me 

NSFW HC:

 Lucifer ||

○ Chaos Reigns (Dark Lilith)

Ch. 0 ||

Lilith One Shot - In Another Life

○ The Little Vampire: Levi and Nell

Ch. 1  || Ch. 2 ||

○ Sheep Among the Wolves: Karina & Diavolo

Ch. 1 || ***

○ Love and Lust: Verena/Asmo 18+

Ch. 1 || ***

Next Gen:

Profiles can be found here

[aizawa-needs-coffee]

Rules/Comissions/Kofi

Rules

.:Rules:.

+ This is an LGBT+ Safe space so I will write for same sex, trans, ace, basically anything under the umbrella of LGBT and if this makes you uncomfortable then this isn’t the blog for you.

+ I write they/them pronouns unless asked for gender specific terms.

+ Minors do not interact.

+ All characters are aged up for SFW fanfics, but I will not write anyone under 18 [even aged up] in NSFW situations.

+ If a character is cannonly GAY or STRAIGHT or ACE [anything really] I will not write them in situations where I am asked to do the opposite.

+ I mostly only write reader x cannon but I could be asked to do character x character if the request peeks my interest.

+ When requesting make sure you tell me what character you want and a brief description of what you would like and please state if DRABBLE or HEADCANNONS.

+ Match ups must include your age, if you want a male or female match up, something about yourself, be as descript as possible. ANY matchups sent any time other then a MONDAY will be deleted.

+ I am pretty good at giving the people what they want but if I don’t want to do something then I do retain the right to say no. BUT I have had writing blogs before and tumblr does tend to eat them so I won’t hate on you if you want to send it again in case this has happened.

+ I’m always happy to chat to people so never feel intimidated by my blunt mannerisms, I’m not an asshole I’m just British.

.:DOES:.

I will write NSFW

Darker themes such as murder, gore, blood, yandere I will do

Most kinks are fine, easier to check the DON’Ts

I will write poly, threesomes, multiple relationships.

.:DON’TS:.

Vore

Furry

anything anti LGBT

Self harm

Suicide

mommy/daddy kink

scat

little/big

I THINK this covers everything. Have fun and hope to write for you soon.

+++COMMISSIONS+++

I have three spaces open right now. If you message me we can talk about what you would like.

I basically do anything that fits into the above. I do OCs x cannon as well as cannon x cannon and cannon x reader.

[poisonouspastels]

Jen Appreciation Week!

You like cultists and murderers? You like Jen? Because boy howdy do I! Jen doesnt get enough love. And while she is a cannonical characer, she gets close to no attention. And the attention she does get is usually from all the same people. However, I think our female cultist friend deserves more love than that!

So, hence is the reason I'm going to be hosting the first (I think) Jen appreciation week! The week will start from May 1st to May 7th, in which we get to appreciate our second cultist/councilor pal in all her glory!

While there will be a written theme for each day, you dont have to stick to it! Hell, you're welcome to just draw Jen every day of the week if you like. Or only one day of the week too! We don't push for art here, so feel free to go at your own pace! You can draw, write, sculpt, headcannon, whatever may come to mind that you can do! The possibilites are endless!

There are a few rules regarding this week:  -NO PEDOPHILIC SHIPPERS This includes but is not limited to: Maxvid shippers (Yes, I mean you.) I do not care if this rule has nothing to do with the event, these kinds of people do not belong in the Camp Camp fandom space and they are not welcome here. -Don't harass others! This may be silly and go without saying, but please dont harass others over their headcannons or ships or etc. Its okay to give people a nudge and say "hey maybe this isnt right", but harassing and threatening others is never okay. -NSFW art is okay! While we ask you to of course tag your NSFW art as such, drawing your "lewds" of Jen is perfectly acceptable for the week.

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Themes List

Day 1 (May 1st, Tuesday): Your headcannon Jen! Lots of people see their Jens in different ways, wether it just be a little different hairstyle or a full blown new outfit! So, show of your Jen in all her glory! (If you dont have a headcannon Jen design, just create her as she is!)

Day 2 (May 2nd, Wednesday): Slash, slash, burn! Draw Jen doing some murder things! Is it torture, killing, luring her victims into the depths? You tell us! This can also be a gore/candy gore slot! (Dont like gore? Then you get a freebie day!) Day 3 (May 3rd, Thursday): Ships! Who does Jen like anyway? Daniel? The waitress? Her own personalized weapon? You decide! Any ships are welcome and are acceptable so long as they arent pedophilic or incest. (The latter may apply differently between people's headcannons.) Dont like shippy stuff, or simply dont ship Jen with anything? Another freebie for you! Day 4 (May 4th, Friday): Musical Mayhem! Create a piece based on your favorite song, or one that you think fits Jen! Maybe even both! Day 5 (May 5th, Saturday): Redemption! Draw your interpretation of a "redeemed" Jen. Maybe she really was a councilor all along, or maybe she truly regrets her actions? Then again, "redemption" is subjective...

Day 6 ( May 6th, Sunday): & Daniel What's better than one cultist? Two, of course! Have our two favorite cultists together! Are they rivals? Partners? Maybe they dont even know eachother? It's up to you!

Day 7 (May 7th, Monday): Freebie! Create Jen doing whatever you like! This is a free day, so you can let your imagination run wild with anything at all!

~~~ I'll try to be participating in the Jen week myself, so I hope I can see a lot of you and your contributions and wonderful works there!

[pale-silver-comb]

Hi. I love your blog and all the little headcannons (canon?) you do. I also noticed you're amazing for writing little stories for people who are having a tough time. Would it be too much to ask if I could have one? I'm suffering from a bout of depression/insomnia and I'm running on about 4 hours sleep in about 3 days. What do you think of Derek or Stiles getting insomnia from all the stuff they've seen and the other just cuddling them through it? Trying to stay awake so they're not alone?

Hey, sweetheart. The depression/insomnia combo is horrible. I don’t know if it will work for you but earlier this year I stumbled upon ASMR videos. I know some people find them weird but they really helped me when it came to getting to sleep. In the mean time, I hope this little fic does something to help. 

Stiles thought being able to sleep after the Nogitsune had been the universe’s way of balancing out the good and bad in his life: get possessed by a psychotic Japanese fox but sleep like a baby every night after. As it turned out, being able to sleep after a spirit uses your body to murder a bunch of people came down to the fact Stiles hadn’t had a break since finding Laura Hale’s body that night in the woods.   

He believed joining the academy would be a fresh start, and in many ways it was. He just didn’t count on the fact that now he didn’t have pure evil trying to kill him at every waking moment that his brain would finally find time to process it. Stiles had always been a fan of ignoring his problems until they eventually, just, go away; watching his friends die, looking down at his own body and knowing it wasn’t really his but the cardboard cutout left behind by the Nogitsune, the memory of watching Derek almost -

He assumed - stupidly - that he had been successful in that particular endeavour. As long as he had his pillow, he was fine. You’re going to be fine. That was what the faceless people of the internet said. Stiles didn’t think “fine” was ever going to be an option for him but he guessed hope was a nice sentiment. 

“Insomnia,” Scott said, repeating the word back to him. Stiles could practically hear the concern, loud and clear, ringing through the phone. It instantly made him feel worse. Heaving a sigh, he scrubbed a tired hand down his face. Maybe he shouldn’t have called.  

“Yes, insomnia.”

Scott was quiet for several seconds.  “Do you have your pillow?” he asked. 

“Yes,” Stiles answered. He was currently clutching it to his chest, sprawled out on his bedroom floor. It was 3am, the floor was hard, and if he didn’t get some sleep soon he was going to start crying; the kind of crying he hadn’t done since he was a kid and his mom took ill. 

“What about drugs?” Scott suggested. “I could ask my mom-”

“No drugs, Scott.”

“But-”

“I said no drugs, Scott.” 

The line went quiet again and Stiles felt his eyes begin to sting. This was a mistake.

“Sorry, man, I have to go.” 

He hung up before Scott could respond, deciding he could feel guilty about it later.

~

At the academy, he was on auto-pilot. Luckily, Stiles had come up with some of his best plans during the last four years on little-to-no sleep, so it wasn’t overly obvious to his fellow agents-in-training that he needed several cups on coffee just to get through the day.

It was obvious to someone though. Someone who clearly thought it was their sworn duty to haul Stiles over their shoulder in the middle of his third run to the coffee shop that day and deposit him in the back of their car. 

Stiles wanted to protest - he should protest, call for help, maybe? - but he had had his eyes closed when the stranger grabbed him, had been drooling on a statue, leaning against it for moral support, as he had waited for his order.

Plus, the stranger’s arms felt nice. 

In the back of his mind, Stiles couldn’t decide if thinking a stranger’s arms felt nice during a potential kidnapping - fuck, please don’t let it be a supernatural kidnapping - was because of his sleep deprived state or if that was just the way he was wired now. 

It was only when a door opened and a familiar pair of eyebrows slid into the driver’s seat did Stiles begin to laugh. Hysterically. 

“Of course,” he said, shaking his head and pressing his lips against the cool leather interior. Familiar hands strapped him into the his seat. “Of course it’s you, big guy.”

Derek just gave a slight huff and muttered something Stiles couldn’t hear, but it sounded an awful lot like, yeah, I missed you, too. 

Stiles laughed again. It was crazy, what your mind came up with when it wasn’t functioning properly. 

~

Stiles didn’t sleep on the way to….wherever Derek was driving them, but he also wasn’t present enough to argue when Derek lifted him out of the car and carried him up several flights of stairs. 

“Hey, dude,” Stiles slurred, suddenly very, very comfortable. He wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck and nuzzled into the power of The Scruff. He wasn’t ashamed to admit he had thought about nuzzling Derek’s beard more than once. “Where have you been?” He yawned, nuzzled in further. “Also, you’re a fucking built teady bear, did you know that?” 

Derek stopped at a door - hopefully is own - and manoeuvred Stiles until he took the hint and wrapped his legs around Derek’s waist. It wasn’t as good a position but Stiles would take it, shooting finger guns behind Derek’s back as he heard the sound of keys jingling. It was definitely his apartment then. What a good sourwolf. 

“Were you getting better?” he asked, when Derek didn’t answer. He yawned again and tried to muffle the sound against Derek’s neck. “Man, I hope you were. Hope you got a bunch of nice friends and a barbecue. I always thought you’d look good with a barbecue. I’m going to be in law enforcement. How crazy is that? I’m finally going to get a gun.” 

Derek snorted but it was the kind of sort that could also be construed as fond. Stiles didn’t know why, but it made something in his stomach ache, just a little.

Man, he was tired. 

“I got better, Stiles,” Derek whispered, carrying him inside…..somewhere that was much nicer than Derek’s old loft and definitely nicer than that train depot. Stiles shuddered at the memory of it. He could only make out a couch and a rug so far, his eyes felt so heavy, but it was a bright couch and rug: blue and orange, respectively. Stiles grinned. Derek was a secret Mets fan, he knew it. 

Derek snorted again and muttered something about Stiles having poor taste in baseball. 

Stiles was about to say something, because excuse you, but Derek beat him to it.

“Shhh,” he said, entering another room. A bedroom. It was huge with a massive window. In the corner was the biggest book case Stiles had ever seen. “It’s okay. I’ve got you this time. I’ve got you.”

Stiles let the words wash over him like a balm. He didn’t even know he needed those words but apparently he did. Apparently he needed them a lot. He kind of wanted to cry and again, he didn’t know why. 

Stupid Derek Hale, making him feel things. Always making him feel things.  

“That sounds nice,” he said instead, eyes permanently glued shut now. They were never going to open again. It was decided. This was his final resting place. In Derek Hale’s bed. “Please don’t leave this time.” 

What a way to go. 

~

When he woke, it was 3am again. Stiles’ first, miserable thought was, it’s always going to be like this, but then he stared a little closer at the alarm clock.

First of all, it was an actual clock, not just his phone. Secondly, there was a picture of Cora next to it. The last time he checked, he did not have a picture of Cora on his night stand. For another scary moment, he thought he might have amnesia but he quickly ruled it out. Not that he didn’t like Cora but she was definitely not the Hale he’d choose to have a picture of next to his bed. 

“I called the academy,” Derek said, making Stiles jump. He was standing in his bedroom doorway, carrying a mug and what looked like….a historical novel. Stiles bit his lip hard, more than a little amused by the cover: two guys, locked in an embrace, wearing togas. “I told them you had a fever and were pretty out of it. Said you’d be back Monday.” 

Stiles frowned, tearing his eyes away from the book. He’d tease Derek about it later. “What day is it today?” 

“Friday.” 

Derek stepped hesitantly into the room and handed Stiles the mug. It was filled to the brim with milk. Strawberry milk. Stiles smiled, feeling a little shy, and took it, wondered if Derek Hale was the type that drank strawberry milk now or if he just spent the last hour in some supermarket debating whether or not to add it to his basket. 

Stiles kind of hoped it was the second one. Derek Hale in a supermarket; now there was an image. 

“So,” he grinned, not entirely certain if this was about to slide on down to awkward territory or not. Derek was back. He was in DC. The last Stiles heard, he was in France. “I half passed out in some coffee shop and you just happened to be passing by? I always knew you were a creeper Derek, but really?” 

Derek raised an eyebrow - ah, there we go - and Stiles dropped his grin, looked down instead. He was wearing a jumper over the t-shirt he had been wearing yesterday. It was soft and smelled strongly of coffee. Inhaling, Stiles briefly wondered if it was possible to breathe in the caffeine. He’d never been a coffee drinker - milkshakes all the way - and if he had to stare down one more cup just to stay awake, he didn’t know what he was going to do. 

“Actually, you passed out in the coffee shop where I work,” Derek said, causing Stiles to look up so fast he practically fell out of the bed. The picture of Cora went flying and what once was very delicious strawberry milk, he was sure, was now a giant pink stain on Derek’s bed. 

“Um,” he said, trying to look more sad about Derek’s sheets rather than the loss of his milk. He had no doubt he failed. “Oops?”  

Derek’s other eyebrow rose to meet his first, before he ducked his head and smiled. Stiles had the strongest, stupidest urge to say, please never stop doing that for as long as you live. 

“Is it that unlikely for me to be working in a coffee shop?” Derek asked, looking up again. Stiles couldn’t read his face but somehow he knew he wasn’t waiting for a punch line. 

“Derek Hale: barista.” Stiles tried it out on his tongue. “I like it. Do you threaten people with your teeth when they’re rude to you?” He waggled his eyebrows and winked, lying back down more fully on the bed. “Wait. Do you help bake the pastries?” Shifting to the other side of the bed, he buried his nose in what he assumed was Derek’s pillow and shamelessly breathed in. Whatever, he could blame it on his lack of sleep later.  

Derek laughed, light and lovely, and Stiles was a little more than instantly smitten. Then again, he’d always been just a little instantly smitten with Derek, hadn’t he? Even when he used to fantasise about punching him in the face. 

“No,” Derek said, “but I do spit in their drinks.”

“Classy.” Stiles nodded slowly and tried to remember the last time he saw Derek look like this: happy, like his whole life hadn’t fallen apart when he was sixteen. It was sad that the answer to that was never. Even through all the fucked up weirdness during the past four years, Stiles at least had had snatched moments of normality. 

He wondered if Derek had gotten to see the new Spiderman movie yet.  

“Hey, Sourwolf?” he asked. “What are you doing until Monday?” 

~

Stiles still didn’t sleep. 

He didn’t think it would be as easy as having someone to sleep next to, having someone to hold and be held by. But it was easier. When he felt like screaming, Derek was right there. He listened to him, listened to every thought that entered his head and poured out of his mouth - the good, the bad and the ugly. 

Derek opened up the coffee shop for him sometimes and made him hot chocolate and talked more than Stiles had ever heard him talk; he told him about his year travelling around the world and the three months he stayed with Cora. He talked about his family. He told him how Isaac was getting on and that having this job was the first time he felt good about himself. He talked for an hour, one night, about the youth group sessions his colleague ran for troubled kids and how he sometimes went along, fully shifted, and let the kids pet him. 

“I knew you secretly liked belly rubs,” Stiles accused him, spraying his buttered scone everywhere. Derek grimaced. “I had a dream about that once, the night you left.” He felt his cheeks flush and watched as Derek blinked and did the same, before reaching out and lacing his fingers through Stiles’.

It was the first time Derek had ever held his hand and Stiles had to admit, it was a pretty damn good feeling. 

“Sometimes I dream of you, too,” Derek said, biting his lip. “I dream of you a lot, actually.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re usually talking me ear off about something.” 

Stiles laughed. “Hey! How do you know that wasn’t really me? I could have been trying to reach out to you, dude!” 

The air went tense - Stiles had already told Derek about the dread doctors - and they stared at each other. 

“I suppose,” Derek said, shrugging, “but….”

“But?”

Derek took a deep breath and averted his gaze. “But in my dreams you were always….you always returned my….” He frowned and stood up, going to make himself another piece of toast. Stiles had learned that Derek was a bit of a toast fiend, especially when there was chocolate spread on the go. He no longer had that ridiculous six pack, either, Stiles had noted fondly. Not that he still didn’t look like a Greek God. 

“I always returned your what?” He was almost afraid to ask, in case it wasn’t what he thought, in case it was what he thought. “You know, Derek, we’ve always had a pretty solid relationship based on mutual exchange. You save me, I save you. I’m cool with, you know, carrying on that….tradition.”

Derek’s eyes lifted to meet his, toast half smothered in something that smelled like chocolate and hazelnut. It’s going to get cold, Stiles thought distractedly, staring at it. Getting up and walking over to him, Stiles leaned across the counter that Derek was standing behind - he looked like an adorable little kid, like he was hiding, hunched over. He took a bite of the toast. 

Derek zeroed in on the chocolate spread now sticking to Stiles’ chin and blinked, like he was realising something. 

“You know I’m not ready for something…..like that, right?” he asked, looking away. His hands were shaking a little. 

“Well, neither am I,” Stiles said, climbing on top of the counter, until he could put both hands on Derek’s shoulder. “All I’m asking is for someone to make me hot chocolate when I can’t sleep and for that person to sign a contract saying a full night of spooning is not an unreasonable demand.” He took in Derek’s tired eyes, the nervous slope of his mouth, and wondered how much better Derek had really gotten. How far away he really managed to get from it all. 

“I’d do the same for them,” he continued. “I mean, I don’t have a fancy ass coffee shop or anything, but I always keep ice cream in the freezer. Plus, I have all the Harry Potter movies on DVD and a kick ass Star Wars blanket.” 

Derek slowly looked up, smiled at him. The tips of his ears were pink. “And how do you feel about versatile spooning rights?” He coughed. “Is that in the contract?” 

Stiles pretended to think about that, even though it was a lost cause. He knew Derek would hear the way his heart was thumping treacherously away at the prospect. “Okay but I get to be the big spoon, like, at least seventy percent of the time. I like being held okay? I do but holding you -” Stiles froze, eyes widening. “Uh, I mean….holding someone. Holding someone has always appealed to me more.”

Derek narrowed his eyes and held up the toast for Stiles to take another bite. Stiles wasn’t sure if feeding him was a werewolf thing or a Derek thing, but Stiles found he liked it. It had been happening a lot lately. 

“Does that mean I’m going to have to suffer you talking in my ear seventy percent of the time? Because if you are, I’m going to have to invest in a pair of ear muffs.” 

Stiles smacked him across the shoulder and Derek grinned. 

“Just kidding,” he said. 

Sudden drowsiness swept over Stiles then - he was never going to catch up on all his lost sleep -  and he rested his forehead against Derek’s. It felt nice, really nice, and a terrifying thought came into his head. Terrifying because it didn’t even scare him that much: I could do this forever. 

“Let’s go home?” Derek asked, cautiously. 

It took them both a minute to realise what he had said. 

Stiles grinned, offering Derek the last bite of toast. “Yeah, Mr Barista Man, home sounds like a good place to start.”