#sorry i was watching a random movie for background noise and this happened

[dennydreadful]

yep that's how i would describe the mass production evas

[taintedcigs]

YOU'RE NOT SCARED, ARE YA?

wc: 4.1k+

pairing: ghost face!eddie munson x final girl!reader

warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! absolutely no minors!! p in v, dom/sub elements, dark!dom!eddie, naive and innocent!reader, final girl!reader, mean!eddie, fingering, kinda manipulation, slight dubcon, this is kinda dark so if this kind of stuff bothers u DO NOT READ!!, minor character death, dom!eddie, squirting (??), sub!reader, heavy/graphic smut, knife kink kind of, very brief choking kink, kind of a breeding kink??, praising, degradation (name-calling etc), mean!soft!eddie JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI!!!

summary: you were happy to be a survivor and finally ready to get back to your life after ghost face was caught, but was he actually caught?

authors note: okay so i watched scream 6 yesterday and i had to i just had to write ghost face!eddie !! NOo SCREAM 6 SPOILERS DON'T WORRY OFC !! this is for u wyv OMG hope u like it i kinda have doubts abt it but oh well!! also hope u enjoyed scream 6 omg @sleepy-wyvern the reader is very forgiving and just gives in im sorry for that okay ill write another darker one maybe later pls send me ur ghost face!eddie requests and help me indulge in this fantasy omg xo, em <3 line divider creds to @attxnt

The breeze from the window had you chilling up before you could realize. Your head popping in the direction of the window as your eyebrows furrowed, you never noticed that you had left a window open.

With a sigh you get up to close it, as it's already freezing inside, a creak on the floors causes your head to pop up again, more confused than ever, you look around.

The TV is faintly playing in the background, screams of a woman in the horror movie you are watching is pitching your ears as you hurry to turn the TV off, wanting to see what the noise is about.

As soon as you turn the TV off, you hear another creak, the sound is now familiar to you in an eery way, you feel uneasy as you tiptoe around the living room, looking around to see what is causing the noise.

You shake your head at your paranoid thoughts, it's probably just the noises an old house makes.

Huffing, you make your way into the kitchen, re-opening the fridge for the hundredth time that day as you wait for a meal to magically appear.

Another windy noise behind you catches your attention, you swiftly turn around. Nothing.

Then the loud rang of the phone causes you to jump.

The phone ringing isn't easing your worries, you know the Ghostface murderer who has been roaming around town, killing a bunch of teenagers in Hawkins was caught, but still, it didn't give you comfort as you saw the face of Jason Carver who was being arrested, he looked innocent —as innocent as he could look for someone who was an awful person.

You shake your thoughts as you realize you are being paranoid, the Ghostface killer is caught, you need to calm down, you remind yourself.

"Hello?" You answer the phone calmly, hoping that it's Eddie, ready for him to ease your worries.

"Hello," The distorted voice speaks at the end of the line.

"Yes?" You ask, curiously now, wanting to know who the caller is. You shake off the feeling that the distorted voice reminds you of the ghost face killer, you don't want to believe it.

"Who is this?" The voice asks, and you furrow your brows.

"Who are you trying to reach?" Your voice comes out small, you're still uneasy from the creaking noises and what had happened in town before the killer was caught.

"I don't know." The distorted voice sounds careless.

"You have the wrong number." You answer, any sort of phone call still gives you anxiety. "I'm hanging up" You almost huff, annoyed that it's not Eddie, just some random guy.

"Wait, don't hang up." The voice is soft now

"Why?" You reply, your eyes narrowing.

"Because I think you need to hear this." The voice is mysterious.

"Hear what?" You ask, confused.

"They got the wrong guy." The voice is taunting, and the uneasy, chilling feeling from before is back.

"What? What the fuck are you talking about?" You ask, getting more uncomfortable, you look around, the paranoid feeling setting into your stomach once again.

You thought you had left the ghost face killer thing behind, happy that you survived.

"Jason Carver is innocent." The voice is more direct now, it sends shivers down your spine. "Well, he isn't innocent, but he sure isn't the ghostface killer." The voice chuckles.

"Who's this?" You ask, your voice getting shaky now.

“The question isn’t who am I, the question is, where am I?”

"Fuck you, asshole. This isn't funny." You spit, ready to hang up the phone.

"Oh, I'm sure you would beg me to."

"You know what-" Your words are quick to cut off as you are swayed by a mysterious figure, hooded hands cover your mouth as you attempt to scream and squirm.

"That's not going to do you any good, sweetheart." The distorted voice is enough to make you shaky again.

A scream dies out in your throat from the shock, you are left speechless and you feel almost paralyzed.

"Let me go." Your voice is muffled, tears are prickling your eyes.

"You want me to let you go?" The ghostface masked figure tilts its head to the side, you eye him curiously, nodding slowly.

"Don't you wanna know who I am?" The voice is taunting you again, and as much as you want to know, you don't want to give whoever it is the satisfaction.

"Let me go." Your voice is still muffled, a chuckle is heard from the other end.

"I think you know who I am, sweetheart." The voice is oh so familiar now, but you are still in denial as you shake your head.

"I- I don't." You manage to let out in your shocked state, the ghost masked figure chuckles, and the distorting voice is now going back to normal as you are finally hit with the realization.

The figure lets you go as he rips off the ghost face mask off his face, you first see the curls, those curls that you twirled your finger around as you laid in his bed, are now taunting you.

A grinning Eddie is revealed under the mask, you are now shaking as your face is contorted.

No words come out of your lips as you stare at him in shock, hoping for this to be his idea of a sick twisted joke.

"Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" He is fully smirking, you are speechless, you can't believe that it was Eddie, your Eddie who had been behind the sick killings.

"Eds...?" Your words linger in the air, you feel small, so small.

"Yes, doll." The nickname should make you feel disgusted, you should feel disgusted. But you can't help but still be so enamored with him, you feel disgusted by yourself.

"What... why- How?" Your questions are spiraling, your eyes never leaving his, you want answers.

"It's... you?" You are dumbfounded, and the expression on Eddie's face is something you have never seen before.

"Yup." He's quick to let you know that he really is ghost face.

"I- I don't understand..." You are fighting your tears now, and Eddie walks closer to you to cup your face, still gentle, and you are too shocked to push him away, too comfortable with him that you let him.

"It's not that hard to understand, sweetheart." He chuckles almost, your eyebrows furrow. "Why?" You dare to ask, he clicks his tongue.

"It's simple really."

"You- you killed them, Eddie." Your voice is meek again, it's cracking as your tears freely escape your cheeks, he's quick to wipe them away. His other hand still holding onto the knife.

"Shhh, angel. There's no need to cry, they don't deserve your tears." He attempts to comfort you, but you squirm. "Don't be scared of me angel, 'm not gonna hurt you, I promise." He reassures, and you want to believe him, as much as you're scared, he's Eddie, your Eddie.

"Why- why did you kill them?" You manage to ask between your tears, Eddie's head tilts to the side.

"You're looking for a motive?" He asks. "How about the town "freak" is getting sick and tired of all those assholes calling him a "freak" and a "satanist", so he decides to finally show them how much of a freak he can be, how's that motive for you, hmm?" He taunts, the knife is still behind him, but you feel uneasy.

"Vicki, Tommy H., Carol, Tina..." You name every one of his victims, and it brings a smile to his face.

"I had to do it, sweetheart." His voice is calm and collected.

"Why... why..." You are still in shock.

"Oh, it's easy, sweetheart. Vicki, Carol and Tina were awful to you, d'you remember how they splashed you with their drinks, and laughed while you ran away sobbing, d'you remember that? Cause I never fucking forgot." His voice was harsh now, he was feeling the anger, the pain you had endured in their hands.

"Thought it was funny to humiliate my girl, make her feel bad, and they thought they could fucking get away with it? No chance." He hummed.

"Tommy H. was a fucking asshole, he got what was coming to him, no real loss there." He was talking about these people as if they were disposable, and you hated to admit he was right, you would probably never admit it out loud, but all of them were terrible people, destroying all the people they didn't deem to be "popular".

You look at him, still in shock, you don't know what to say, what to think, especially when Eddie is standing this close to you.

"And Jason?" You asked, your voice was less trembling now, what Eddie had done was horrible, but you didn't feel as scared anymore.

"Oh, he was easy to frame." He grinned. "I couldn't let him get away with fucking touching you at that party, princess." His hands were caressing your cheek now, and you gulped.

"I knew you tried to hide that from me, you knew how angry I would get, you didn't want me to get involved or hurt myself... Robin told me." His voice was more vulnerable now.

"But I'd do anything, fucking anything to protect you, princess. And I did. All of them, deserved what was fucking coming for them." His eyes squinted, you could feel the anger radiating off of him.

"S'all good, now. You have me, to protect you, princess." His hands drooped down from your cheeks, as they traveled across your body, you couldn't help but get chills all over where he touched, you felt disgusted with yourself that you were enjoying this, but you had waited so long, so long for him, and now he was actually giving you what you had waited so long for.

"Eds..." You get his attention.

"They tried to hurt what's mine, they tried to take my girl away from me." He murmured into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your face, and you can feel the smirk forming on his lips.

"But I've got you now, princess. No need to be afraid." His words were late to register in your head, the infamous ghost face killer was in front of you, his body is pressed against yours, and he was telling you all about his murders, and for some reason, you were still not screaming and running away.

"I- I can't." You squirmed, your eyes were getting teary again.

"C'mon, Y/N. No need to make this harder than it is." His hand raised the knife, you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

"You- you killed them, Eddie." Your voice was shaking, you eyed his movements.

"You taunted me... with your calls." Your voice was shaky. "How the fuck am I supposed to trust you?" You gulped, trying to push him away, but he held you in place.

"Baby, I just had to warn you of them... they were supposed to be your friends, do you remember everytime you defended them to me, telling me that they were your friends and that I should be nice, hmm?" He asked, you were ashamed to nod, he was right, he had tried to warn you of them but he never listened.

"But they ditched you the moment you told them what Jason had tried to do to you, they humiliated you... you deserved so much better." His voice was calm as he attempted to comfort you with the knife still in his hand.

"I had to taunt you a little for not listening to me, but whatever I said to you wasn't bad." He reassured, you shook your head.

"But killing them was the only way?" You raised your voice this time, getting confidence from the way Eddie saw you as his soft spot.

"I was protecting you." His calm voice was more irritated now, his gaze landed on yours, and it was piercingly sharp.

"I- I didn't ask you to do that for me." Your voice was shaky, and Eddie tssked as he dragged the knife along your face, you squeezed your eyes shut, afraid.

He noticed your movements, and he was quick to drag the knife away, knowing it had scared you. "No need to be scared of me, princess." He still had that smirk on his face, but he was gentle now.

"Let me go or I'll scream." You demanded, but he just chuckled.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet, angel." He hissed, but he let you go. And you look at him dumbfounded.

"Go on, then. Call the cops, tell them it was Eddie, your Eddie." His eyes narrowed as they watched you, you gulped. He knew where to hit you.

You didn't want him to be in trouble, even after everything, even after how you had tried to hate him in these last five minutes.

"I- I..." You stuttered, and Eddie chuckled.

"Do it, princess, turn me in." He taunted again, and it's like you were unable to move.

"Can't do it, can ya?" The taunting voice was back again. But he wasted no time as he pinned you against the wall this time, standing closer to you than he ever did.

"Knew you wanted me, as much as I wanted you princess." His voice was sultry, the knife that was supposed to scare you was now running against your clothes, and he felt you shiver under him, it makes him feel more in control, and he loved every second of it.

"Look how you squirm with just my touch, princess. I bet you're s'soaked under that tiny little skirt, aren't you?" He questioned, you squeezed your eyes shut, you hated how much you were enjoying this, and you felt disgusted with yourself.

"Let's see." His hands were cold as they landed on your thigh, riding up your skirt as you sucked in a breath.

His touch was so soft and demanding that as soon as his ringed fingers circled around your panties you let out a whimper, Eddie’s pants tightening at the sound.

“You really needed this, huh?” He whispered against your ear, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck.

"Look at you, squirming under my touch, holding out your pretty little whimpers from me, you want this as much as I do, sweetheart, don't lie to me."

The hand that was holding the knife grazed your thighs, the knife's coldness caused a gasp out of you, and Eddie smirked. "Such a slut." He almost chuckled, and you whimpered at the nickname, Eddie knew you like the back of his hand.

"You enjoying this, princess? You enjoy me making you squirm with the knife I killed the assholes that tried to hurt you?" He questioned darkly, you didn't want to answer, you felt ashamed.

Eddie's hand that circled your panties cut contact, and you gasped, your eyes opening, he cupped your face harshly. "Fucking answer me." You looked into his dark eyes, and you nodded, simply. You needed him.

"Words, need your words." His grip on your cheeks was harsh.

"Yes- yes! I- I need you!" You stuttered over your words but it was good enough for Eddie now as he smirked.

Eddie's rough and demanding demeanor, as well as his protectiveness, was sickly making your panties dampen, you hated to admit it.

His hands let go of your face as they returned to their place, and his finger easily slipped past your panties as they entered into you without warning, you whimpered loudly.

“S’fucking soaked for me, angel.” He purred against your ear, his hands gliding in and out of you easily as your whimpers were blissful to his ears.

The knife in his hand was still gliding your thighs, his lips harshly collided against yours as you were left out of breath.

“Eds…” The words slipped past your lips in a state pure of euphoria. He focused his one finger on your spot, causing you to almost scream out, as he pushed his other thick fingers into your dripping cunt.

“Look at you, doll…” He murmured.

“I haven’t even fucked you and you’re already dripping. Waiting to get fucked by me, my little slut” He chuckled as his fingers stretched you out, making you gasp.

You were captivated by him and willing to comply to all of his demands. You had been yearning for him to touch you, for you to feel him, for his cock to wreck you utterly.

"Need to get rid of these." He hummed as he swiftly used his knife to cut your panties, you gasped, as the air hit your cunt, whimpering.

"Need... need you." You couldn't take it anymore, you looked up at him doe-eyed, and he almost melted with your words.

"What do you need pretty girl?" He needed more from you.

“Need you between my thighs.” You whimper as he groaned at your words. “Need your cock.”

"Need your cock, inside of me, fillin' me all the way up." Your words are enough for him to quickly free himself from his pants and boxers.

He hissed as his angry red tip, oozing with pre-cum, faced you.

You licked your lips at the sight, spitting in your free hand and taking him in your hand hungrily, giving his cock a few strokes.

"Atta girl... but no fucking, teasin'" His hands were quick to swat yours away, you pouted.

He took the knife again, this time he freed you of your almost transparent blouse. He recognized that blouse immediately, he could almost always see your tits from them, enjoying the way they jumped up and down when he purposefully hit the curbs when you were inside his van. But now he wanted to see them, fully exposed.

The knife was quick to get rid of the tiny blouse. His eyes devoured your bare breasts flashing him, and he groaned at the sight.

The hand that was free of the knife played with your nipple as he latched onto it, hungrily, sucking, pulling and everything filthy he could possibly think of.

The other hand with the knife was still travelling across your stomach, and then getting closer to your other nipple. always grazing to give you a bit of pain, but a hell lot of pleasure.

"Please, Eds, please." You were begging now, and he loved it.

"Such a lil' slut... begging for me to fuck you, after I just told you I killed all those people..." He mocked, chuckling. You felt your cheeks flush with his words, you were ashamed, but he was far from wrong.

He still had your nipple in his mouth, kissing and nibbling.

"You were fucking made for me." He murmurs.

"This fucking cunt was made for me." He lets go of your nipple, now his hands give your clit a tight pinch.

Eddie lined his angry red tip to your entrance, groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt, waiting to be ruined by him.

Without warning, he pinned you further against the wall and pushed himself inside of you, your cunt engulfed him almost instantly as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

It was as if your cunt was made for him, gripping him nicely.

He groaned, your pussy was milking him as he felt nuzzled by your warmthness, he was in pure ecstacy, and he never wanted to let you go.

Your whimpers were getting so much louder now, and he never felt more proud. He growled against your ear and choked you out with his free hand, muzzling out your cries. He watched the way your tits rose up and down, enjoying the sight, making him sink lower into you.

"Look at you, fuck, princess. Takin' my cock so fuckin' well." He groaned.

"This tight fucking cunt was made for me. Made for me to fuckin' use, perfectly made just for me."

Eddie was sure he was in heaven as he rocked his hips roughly and deeper into you, splitting you open until he was sure you were stuffed with his cock.

“D’you know how long I wanted to this, princess?” He asks.

You shake your head, whimpering.

"Up." He demands as he taps your thighs, you oblige immediately wrapping your legs around him.

His thick thighs are pushing your legs wider, “I waited so fucking long to take you. To take this fucking cunt and make it mine, make you mine.”

“D'you know how much I wanted to stuff you with my cock, fill you to the brim till all that pretty little head of yours would be able to think would be my cock.” He growled, harshly gripping into you, your hands tugged on his hair guiding him to go faster.

"You wanted this as much as I do, doll. I can tell, I can tell by the way your sweet little cunt is milkin' my cock, lookin' so fuckin' pretty when you're s'fucked out." His voice was dark now, and being filled fully by him made you whimper once again. You nodded your head.

“S’stuffed with my cock that you can’t even speak, baby?” He asked, smirking. You nodded, needing more, you were moaning loudly now.

“Lookin’ so pretty beggin' for my cock, I knew you would love the idea of me killing for you, didn't you? You love the fact that I'd do any fucking thing for you” He purred, his hips pushing against you.

You knew it was wrong, what Eddie did was wrong, and you surely knew that him stretching you open with his cock right after he told you he was a murderer was wrong, but fuck, he just felt so damn good.

“Needed this so badly, needed to stuff this tight lil’cunt to the brim, show you who owns it.” He moaned loudly.

He was quick to slip out of you, and you gasped, he didn't give you any time to process anything as he plunged himself inside your walls in a glorious thrust once again, stretching you open once again, and making you scream out.

“Yours, yours, yours” You murmured, trying your best to adjust to his huge cock again.

Eddie eyed you as you squeezed your eyes shut again, your head fell back from pleasure, your pretty lips were shaped in an 'o' form, and he could tell you were getting close.

“F-fuck, baby. You're squeezing so tight around my cock. You gonna cum, sweetheart?" He asked, groaning.

With both of his hands he was now holding onto your waist, the knife in his hands was dangerously close to your skin, grazing every once in a while, and he couldn't help but sickly smile as you had a terrified look in your face as it did so.

Eddie decided you looked so pretty when you couldn't decide if you were terrified of him or you wanted him inside of you forever.

He was pounding into you harder now, and you couldn't help but nod, you wanted to, you needed to cum.

"Needa cum..." You whined and Eddie's eyes glimmered with lust.

“Look at my lil' cockslut.” He purred.

“Cum for me, slut.”

"Cream my cock, sweetheart." He didn’t stop his movements as he roughly rutted his cock inside of you, your sweet cunt taking all of him as you released around him, gush of wetness pulsing out of you.

"Shit... shit... Look at you, f-fuck." He praised.

"Squirtin' all over my cock, f-fuck, made just for me."

Strained moans escaped your lips as the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixed with Eddie's groans were all that was filling the room.

"Your cunt gets so tight right after you cum, shit- shit." He moaned, his movements were animalistic now, he wasn't stopping.

"Don't think I can hold much anymore, sweetheart. Need to fill up your sweet fucking cunt." He cooed.

“Fuckin’ made for me. You’re mine and mine only.” He grunted as he pounded deeper into you now.

“Gonna fill that tight lil' cunt so deep with my cum, sweets. Paint your walls white” He cooed. "Gonna dump my load so fuckin' deep inside you, you'll never get it out, sweetheart."

Eddie’s deep growls and his animalistic noises filled the room as he sheathed himself further into you before releasing his warm seeds within your waiting cunt, his hot cum quick to fill your insides, causing you to groan once again.

He let out a last groan as he slowly attempted to come down from his high. He felt ecstatic, his big smirk never leaving his face.

After he caught his breath, his cock growing soft inside of you, he sighed. Finally relaxed, he pulled out of you with a huge grin plastered onto his face as he looked down to admire his work.

His warm cum was leaking out of you, dripping down your thighs. He was quick to stuff back all of his cum that tried to leave your pretty glistening pussy.

"Mine." He murmured as he placed a sloppy kiss against your lips, taking you in his arms as he carried you to your bed, so you could have your well-deserved rest.

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #26

A/N: This is just a wee little tag to the latest episode (8x05), so spoilers for that!

xxx nightmares

It was Evan's turn to pick the movie for movie night. He'd decided on the second Pirates of the Caribbean, because it has Keira Knightly and Bill Nighy from Love, Actually and because he hasn't watched it since realizing that he has a crush on both Elizabeth and Will (and Norrington too, apparently). It's Evan's pick, and yet he's tucked against Tommy's side, snoring lightly, Tommy's arm around his shoulders. It's hard for Tommy to be irritated, though, after the week Evan had. And it doesn't hurt that he's so cute when sleeps.

They're at the scene where Will is reunited with Bootstrap Bill when Evan stirs slightly. Tommy thinks it's just a twitch at first, doesn't think anything of it until Evan makes a sound, a small noise somewhere between a groan and a whimper. Tommy twists to look down at him. Evan's brow is furrowed, mouth pulled down into a frown.

"Ev?" Tommy says softly.

Evan doesn't wake, the expression on his face growing more distressed. His breathing grows heavy and his body jerks against Tommy's.

"No," he murmurs. His chest is heaving, and a tear slips down his cheek. "No!"

Tommy is pretty sure he read somewhere that you aren't supposed to wake someone up when they're having a nightmare, but it's alarming to see up close, to see someone he cares about in obvious distress. He can't just sit by and watch.

"Evan?" he says, a little more loudly this time.

Evan lets out a sudden cry, sitting bolt upright, eyes flying open, and he's gasping, these ragged, sobbing breaths. Tommy is off the couch in a second, crouching in front of Evan and gripping his arms.

"Hey!" he says. "You're okay, Evan, you're safe!"

Evan's eyes are wide and unfocused and Tommy moves one hand to gentlycup Evan's cheek, his own heart hammering.

"Evan."

Evan blinks and his gaze slowly lifts to meet Tommy's.

"Do you know where you are?" Tommy says gently. Evan blinks again, then nods slowly. "Yeah? Can you tell me?"

"Your...your living room."

"Good. Deep breaths, Evan. You're okay."

Evan nods again, and Tommy can see the effort it takes for him to slow his breathing.

"You're okay," Tommy repeats, wrapping his arms around Evan as Evan leans forward, burying his head in Tommy's shoulder. Tommy puts a hand on the back of Evan's head, holding him tight. He can feel Evan trembling lightly against him.

They stay like that for a long time, the movie playing, forgotten, in the background. Finally, Evan pulls away, wiping at his eyes.

"Sorry, it was, uh – a nightmare. A pretty intense one."

Tommy grabs the remote and turns off the tv, then moves back onto the couch next to Evan, taking the man's hands in his own.

"Has this happened before?" Tommy asks.

Evan takes a deep, shuddering breath. "Yeah. I had a few nightmares after the ladder truck and-and the tsunami. But never really bad ones, not until the lightning strike. I was dead, you know, clinically, for over eight minutes. And it's not like I remember it or anything, but for a while after I'd have these...these really awful nightmares." His eyes brim with fresh tears and he sniffs. "I think, uh. I think Denny's heart stopping may have brought some things up on, like, a subconscious level?"

"I'm sorry," Tommy says, moving his thumbs idly over Evan's knuckles. "Seeing something like that is never easy, but it's harder when it's a kid. Even harder when it's a kid—a family—that you care about. Is there anything I can do?"

Evan shrugs, then offers a small half-smile. "You wanna finish the movie?"

"We can do that," Tommy says. He get the movie going again, then settles back onto the couch. Evan leans over, draping himself across Tommy's chest.

"Is this fine?"

Tommy plants a kiss on the top of Evan's head. "Yeah, that's fine."

Evan seems to be okay as they start watching again, calling out random facts about the movie (and things that are only tangentially related to the movie). But Tommy can't help but worry about him. He knows from experience how important sleep is in recovering from both physical and emotional trauma, and if Evan is having nightmares like this then he won't be getting good rest...

"You can stay here tonight, if you want," Tommy says once the credits start rolling, "if you think it would help, to not be alone."

Evan looks up at him, eyes shining. "I think that would help, yeah."

xxx

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Here's my pitch for vld sequel. Based on bnha world's hero mission, a movie i have never seen from a series i stopped watching a long time ago (do not take seriously) #Alluralives #Kuronlives-

• Keith and Pidge get framed for like a very serious crime and are on the run and wanted across the universe.

• Allura is alive and there and it is never confirmed how (Someone: Wait, Princess Allura? Didnt you die? How are you still alive? Allura: Oh yeah i did almost die! However *background loud car crash noises, machine revving sounds, things falling sounds, cats sound in the background. Just basically that One troupe™, you know the one* and that is how i survived.)

• Kuron is also alive, it is also never confirmed how (Some completely random bullshit: *happens* Kuron: This is just like the day i came back to life)

• Anyway while Keith and Pidge are on the run, Allura and Coran are handling the diplomacy front since you know Keith and Pidge are both pretty high profile, Kuron Hunk and Matt along the Blades handle damage control, communication and extraction of Keith and Pidge. Shiro and Lance have the arguably the most important job, find out whodunnit while also distracting the detectives on the case from getting too close to Keith and Pidge.

• Lance and Shiro take this job Very very Seriously.

• Like Lance is playing up the dumb goofball as he "accidentally" "loses" the evidence and just doesnt seem to be "taking the job seriously" or is "unable to follow the instructions" really Detective, dont you know? The Blue Paladin is a very clumsy carefree guy! Honest!!!

• Shiro meanwhile is playing up the straight laced bureucrat rule follower. "No we can not go down there yet! We have to follow the protocol!!" Shiro says having never followed that protocol ever. "I am sorry but the rules clearly state we have to do this in this time consuming way" Shiro says knowing full well that rule is ancient and doesnt apply anymore. "I understand your concerns, however the procedure X95t-78v is a vital procedure required for any paperwork to go futher," Shiro says, he made that procedure up.

• Detective's partner suspects they are both full of shit, but cant prove it. Detective knows full well they are both full of shit, CAN prove it, but doesnt really care about it, because she's like 75% sure Keith and Pidge didnt do it.

• The Detective is by the way straight out of a Noir film, like it legit goes black and white when it is her pov and has full noir style narration going on, and she smells of cigars and coffee and rain and is also sopping wet and divorced

• Hunk goes from, "Ok guys i know this is hard but please you have to listen to us, we just want to keep you guys safe." To "I will literally throw hammers at both of you and get you arrested myself if you two dont shut the fuck up."

• Kuron is just vibing man, just chilling, doing his job, a bit red-eyed. He might be a bit high (he needs that weed to keep Traumas™ at bay)

• Allura is fighting for her life trying to handle the diplomacy front and put out fires. Everytime she and Coran make some headway Keith and Pidge end up on the front news after causing mayhem in some random planet and she has to start all over again

• Lance just knows soooo many people. He knows a Guy™ for everything. When asked he's like, "Oh it was during the time when Keith was off with BoM and Lotor was in ship. I kinda didnt have much to do so i just went off on my own." Lance, Lance why do you know these space pirates? Lance why do you know a famed recluse blacksmith who apparently also is a spy? Lance why do you know this mythic species thought to be long extinct? Lance why do you know a god of death? How the fuck do you know a God of Death, and why-why are they calling you babygirl?

• There is another God who knows Coran and calls him babygirl btw

• My main goal here is to gaslight people. There are some facts that were totally canon but reintepreted in a way that wasnt the writers intent. There are some facts that are canon but a little bit molded. There is atleast one episode/season that is hinted to be a mass hallucination and not canon at all. It works best if Netflix removes the original and its wiki gets corrupted./j

• Lgbtqia+ rep is Shiro and Curtis navigating their relationship through long distance, their own trauma and the post war era universe, atleast 2 characters being the focus in a valentine day episode only to come out as aroace, and a B-plot about Lance having just the most atrocious taste in men. Like men you wont believe were allowed to exist.

• i'll add more if i think of more

Dreamworks hire me/j

[thefunniestturtlepurple]

Hey, I really like that headcannon of yours with a deaf Donnie.

Would it be ok if I put it into a new fic I'm writing as a base?

I'd like to make a small change or two, like how instead of going deaf later, he was always deaf.

But I feel like this is ultimately your choice because you're the one who thought of this.

Also, as a side note, my mom was actually born mostly deaf.

She had lots of surgeries when she was little to correct that though.

Nowadays she can hear, but she still has trouble.

Like she can hear better out of one ear than the other.

And when talking, you have to speak clearly and face her, that way she can read your lips.

If there's too loud of a background noise, she basically won't be able to hear you at all and will rely even more on her lip-reading abilities.

When watching TV, she can't "hear" the show/movie without subtitles.

And if you cover up the subtitles by blocking their view, she'll often say, "I can't hear the show/movie because you're blocking the subtitles."

People who are deaf, also walk differently. They will end up pointing the front of (the foot, or their toes.) their feet towards each other.

And while her parents worked hard with her to get her to walk normally, she'll often start walking like this if she's really tired.

Another thing that happens, is you'll have a normal (in volume) conversion and be right next to her, and she'll still have trouble hearing you.

But then you could be five feet apart and whisper some random thing so quietly that even you can barely hear yourself, and she'll just end up responding to that random thing you had just said.

Also, no.

She does not wear hearing aids.

So all of this is just normal day-to-day life without any help from hearing aids.

And I'm pretty sure this is a personal choice.

I'm not sure if you have to love a certain amount of hearing to qualify for hearing aids, or if you could just get them without needing to qualify.

But if you did need to qualify for hearing aids, then I'm pretty sure my mom would fall under the qualifications to get them.

And personally, I never asked her why she never had hearing aids.

It's possible that they just don't work for her, she doesn't like the way they feel on her and doesn't want them on her, just can't afford them, just didn’t feel the need to get them, or just some other reason.

I should ask her about that.

Of course, each experience is different depending on the person and how deaf they are.

But this is the (personal and physical) experience I have when interacting with someone who is deaf. (Or partly deaf.)

And I would put this information, along with more researched information, into the headcannon. (If I get your permission, of course.)

And if you would like, you may use the (my own experience) information that I have given you, to work with your own HC. (Whether or not you agree to my request. You are free to the info I have given you.)

Sorry for the rant.

I had said (or typed, I guess.) a lot considering I only came to ask a small question.

Oh Autism and ADHD, I love ye so much.

I'm also being serious and sarcastic about that.

Like I'm not ashamed of my Autism and ADHD. (Or my OCD and skin sensory disorder.)

But they can make life difficult at times.

But oh boy! Do they make life so interesting!

...

And here I am, starting to rant again, after just apologizing for ranting!

And you know damn well that I could keep going! (Because I'm doing that shit right now.)

But I will stop myself from going any further and hit that fucking ask button!

(And yet, after saying that, I added another wall of text to the paragraphs up above.)

[[HAHA! IT'S OK!! I LIKE THE RANT!

I'm glad your mom is still independent even with the hearing troubles. And reading lips is so cool!! My father taught me to read lips when I was younger and I find it fun.

Not hearing a show/movie without subtitles is so relatable. I've always watched EVERYTHING with subtitles on so I do that to. Not being able to hear the audio without them even though I'm not deaf or have trouble hearing.

I do have a problem with selective hearing /HJ

YES OFC YOU CAN WRITE A FIC WITH THE HEAD CANON! (I would love the link to the story when it's published-!) AND YOU FAN CHANGE IT AS MUCH AS YOU WANT. not like I own it or anything (unless that's how head canons work- I mean- cuz who would want someone to steal the credit for the headcanon- oh wait- yea I see it now oops) Just give some sort of credit for the head canon I guess?? AHH I REALLY WANNA READ IT!! I bet it's gonna be awesome!!

AWW I LOVE YA TOO!!! /P /SRS

NEVER BE ASHAMED OF WHAT MAKES YOU, YOU!! thank you for the rant!! ❤❤❤❤🥳🥳🥳]]

[selineram3421]

Idk why but seeing your ml say you write for Saiki and Encanto my brain was literally like: How annoyed would Saiki be if he just heard the music on repeat in my head (I have The Family Madrigal and we Don't Talk About Bruno memorized so it plays on loop in my brain. Sometimes Surface Pressure and All of You are there but I don't have it memorized quite as much.)

So literally like in class, and then Saiki picks up my brain "My Tia Pepa, her mood affects the weather. When she's unhappy, well the temperature gets weird. My Tio Bruno- We don't talk about Bruno. They say he saw the future; one day he disappeared. Woah! That my mom Julieta here's her deal-" or like in the middle of a test just "GRANDKID ROUND UP!" Or just walking by him and "Seven foot frame, rats along his back-"

One day he just hears "You're the real gift kid, let us in."

How quickly do you think it would take for him to be sick of the music xD

(To be clear this wasn't really a request, I just wanted to express my dumb idea. If you wanted to write it alright but if not you're not pressured lol.)

He'd be so annoyed 😆 Haha

Sorry its late, life stuff.

Saiki X Reader:

The Encanto Brainrot

Gender neutral reader for everyone to enjoy!

~*·°·.·°·*

Saiki had a surprisingly peaceful weekend. Just him and his coffee jelly while watching the TV drama that the thoughts of people haven't spoiled for him yet.

.

He hoped it could be like this everyday.

.

But that's just wishful thinking.

.

The moment he sat down at his desk, there was a noise that just seemed to keep playing over and over. Occasionally it would change but again, that noise would repeat.

.

Eventually it got louder the closer the person got and he was finally able to hear what it was clearly.

.

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no~

We don't talk about Bruno- But!

It was my wedding day

It was our wedding day!

We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky

No clouds allowed in the sky

.

Oh, it was a song.

.

Saiki thought and just shrugged it off, not thinking much of it.

.

Glancing over, he saw that it was you who had been playing the tune in your head. It was somewhat of a surprise since you were so quiet in class and even your thoughts were sometimes hard to hear.

.

I guess they must be in a good mood.

.

The pink haired teen concluded and went back to getting his things set up for class.

.

Good for them I guess.

.

After a few classes it was finally break. You had a different song playing in your head this time.

.

Under the surface

I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service

A flaw or a crack

The straw in the stack

That breaks the camel's back

.

Not good for them, geez. How long can they play those songs in their head?

.

Saiki heard these songs repeat all throughout class. The only upside was that he didn't hear Kaidou and Nendou talking.

.

"Hey buddy! Buddy! Pal!", Nendou kept calling out.

.

"Can't you see he's thinking! An oaf like you wouldn't understand how hard it is to know that Dark Reunion lurks on this planet.", Kaidou says, covering one eye dramatically.

.

Oh great, these two idiots are here.

.

Sighing quietly as the two bicker, the psychic hears the song switch after repeating four times.

.

Welcome to the Family Madrigal!

.

Saiki holds back from banging his head on the desk. This had been the song they were listening to earlier.

.

Please just stop.

.

The day was just filled with the same music. Occasionally some background music, and random characters saying certain lines, but mostly the "We Don't Talk About Bruno" song.

.

The next day, and the day after, the whole week. A whole week of the same music from the movie they watched.

.

Thankfully the music started to only happen once in a while now.

.

Then came the movie quotes.

.

For some reason, Nendou decided to include you into the group for lunch and dragged him to the cafeteria.

.

Kaidou was being nervous and just stood in front of the doors.

.

Randomly, Saiki hears your thoughts sounding different.

.

You're the real gift kid, let us in.

.

Deciding to just get lunch over with, Saiki pushes with Kaidou one of his abilities into the doors and they open.

.

Another time is when Teruhashi wanted a group picture.

.

GRANDKID ROUND UP!

.

It continued for a long, LONG time.

~Seline, the person.

[fortuositywritings]

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Part 1 Wanda x Reader

Summary: You bump into Wanda Maximoff at a grocery store. Wouldn’t be a problem if either of you were anyone else but you two were no ordinary people.

You would think having the ability to take anyone’s power would be awesome. It’s not.

With a simple touch, you could take any person with special abilities’ special powers from them. You figured this out in grade school when you high-fived one of your friends for the first time. Suddenly you could see through walls. That same year, you figured out they could take those powers back. 

A few years later you found out they could only take those powers back if they wanted them. You tried giving someone their invisibility back but they would not have it. Now you are stuck with it. You are stuck with a few others too, like walking through walls and mimicking voices. Those you got from random strangers on the street. 

Obviously, you tried to give them back. You wouldn’t take what isn’t yours, but it was an impossible task. Finding a stranger you bumped into in New York is kind of hard. 

You’ve tried passing off powers to other people but it never worked. You could only return them to the person who gave them to you. To give them back, all you had to do was touch them again and they had to want the powers back. It was that simple. 

So when you bump into Wanda Maximoff at the grocery store, things get a little complicated. 

You’ve made a friend recently who turns out to be Sokovian. Seeing as his birthday is coming up, you thought it would be cool to cook him a traditional Sokovian meal. A few searches on Google and you print out a list of what you need. 

You leave to the nearest store that would have all you need. You check off your list, heading toward the aisle of spices. You finally find the one the recipe calls for and lucky for you, it’s the last one. You reach for it but you feel someone else’s hand touching yours, reaching for the same thing. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says. You look at the woman who is standing really close to you for a stranger. She has intense green eyes, you notice. She pulls her hand away. 

“It’s alright,” you say. 

“Was that the last one?” she asks, awkwardly.

“It seems so,” you confirm. “But we can ask an employee if they have more somewhere?”

You flag down an employee two aisles down and ask. They shake their head and then tell you they won’t be getting more until next week. The woman with the green eyes sighs. 

“We can split it,” you suggest. “I don’t need the whole thing. At least I don’t think so? I just need it to make a Sokovian dish that calls for it. I probably won’t be using it for anything else.”

“I don’t know. Sokovian food is delicious if I may say so. You’ll get a taste and might regret sharing this with a stranger,” she teases. 

You smile and ask, “Oh, are you Sokovian?”

She nods and you add, “Well, then I insist on sharing it with you. Maybe you can actually give me a few tips on this recipe?”

“What are you making?” she asks you. You show her the recipe on your phone and she kindly shares some of her expertise which you’re grateful for. She follows you around the store making conversation as you grab the rest of what you need. Technically, you follow her around as she suggests you other stuff to add to the recipe. 

You add a mini mason jar to your cart. You both head to pay and outside pour some of the spice into your mason jar and give her the rest of the bottle. You thank her for all the help and wish her a great day. 

Wanda gets back to the tower in a positive mood. Everyone notices and asks her what happened. She replies that she just had a nice interaction with a stranger and it made her day. 

Though her day was made, the rest of her week was hell. She doesn’t know what is wrong with her. Her powers have been failing her. She doesn’t understand. At first she thinks it’s just the more difficult things she can’t do but then she notices how no one’s thoughts appear in her head. It’s quiet. She only hears her own. 

Something was definitely wrong.

You thought you were imagining things but after guessing what your friends’ were thinking for the umpteenth time, you knew you had taken someone else’s power. 

You don’t think it’s too bad at first. Only your friends’ heavy thoughts made their way into your head. Unfortunately, some of those thoughts you can never unhear again. 

The problem comes when you go to the library for the first time with this new power. The library is hell. It’s full of people who are just thinking loudly. See in public, there are people who are thinking loudly of course, but there are more people distracted and speaking without thinking, which you never thought you would be so grateful for. 

You don’t last in the library for very long. So libraries are on your list of places to avoid. Soon, movie theaters are also on that list and then so are museums. Any place where people are meant to be quiet is where it’s loudest in your head. 

You wish you knew who you touched to get these powers. You begin to think back at everyone the past few weeks that you might have had direct contact with. A hand you shook or an arm you bumped into. You’ve always been cautious about your surroundings so these things wouldn’t happen.

Everyone you greeted at your Sokovian friend’s party you’ve greeted before. No one was new there. The Sokovian at the store!

Damn it. You never got her name or anything. Maybe you’ll encounter her at the store again. The next few days, you spend hours at the same store. People begin to think you’re an employee and you almost feel like one, knowing exactly where everything is from spending so much time there. 

You’ve even made plans with one employee to go hangout. But no green eyed Sokovian makes an appearance. 

Three weeks you have this power when you find that not only can you read people’s thoughts, but you hold things without actually touching them. It happens when you drop something in the kitchen. You reach for it to catch it before it hits the floor but it’s nowhere near your grasp. However, it never hits the floor. 

You then notice a red mist-like substance coming from your hands floating in the direction of the object. You see that it’s holding it up. After that, you start practicing with random things around your apartment. You begin with lighter things, thinking you would only be able to hold weight that you could in your actual arms, but it is not so. 

You work your way up to lifting your car in the air and in that same moment you learn you could do multiple things like lifting your car and replacing the flat tire. 

Two months with these abilities and you feel you start getting the hang of it. You still can’t go to the library. You’ve tried again but the voices are too loud. You still go to the store where you met the woman that unintentionally gifted you these powers to try and return them. She seemed like a decent person and you don’t know what she used these powers for. Maybe she needs them.

You still have yet to find her. 

Wanda hasn’t been on a mission in three months. Instead, Bruce has been poking and prodding her with needles and running countless tests trying to figure out what happened with her powers. Three weeks ago she began to go to a therapist because Steve thought it might be a mental block of some sort that she had to work through.

Though therapy was doing wonders for her, they weren’t getting her anywhere near having her powers back. Bruce’s tests weren’t helpful either. She’s been stuck in the tower for three months and her days have never felt so repetitive until now- train, go to therapy, undergo tests. Rinse and repeat. 

The media had begun to notice as well. She turns to another TV channel where the news anchor asks “Where is Wanda Maximoff?” as if she’s disappeared from the face of the earth. In a way she has.

Fortunately for her, you are watching that same channel. You are cooking dinner and have the television channel on for background noise. You hear them talking about the Avengers. They’ve never been of much interest to you, although they should be seeing as though you live in the same city and something is always going down here because of that reason.

“For those who have been living under a rock,” the new anchor starts, “Wanda Maximoff is one of the newer additions to the Avengers.”

“She’s the one with the red magic, isn’t she?” the co-anchor asks. That grabs your attention. You turn to look at the screen. “That’s right. She joined about a year ago after the fall of Sokovia.”

That had to be a coincidence, right? 

“She hasn’t been reported to be on any missions the last three months,” the reporter continues. That definitely couldn’t be a coincidence, you think, counting back the time you’ve attained these powers. 

“Here is a clip of Maximoff using her magic to save diplomats at the embassy five months ago when…” You don’t hear the rest as you watch the clip play. 

It’s the green eyed Sokovian who helped you out at the market. Your suspicions about it being her who had these powers were correct. You just didn’t think you took powers from an Avenger. Someone who definitely needs these powers to do her job and save people like the clip shows. Shit.

You smell the food you’re cooking burning. 

“Shit!”

Wanda pounds her hand on the mat. Sweat clings onto her shirt. She’s tired and out of breath. 

“Again,” Nat commands. Wanda huffs and stands up, getting back into her fighting pose. She takes a swing that the Black Widow easily dodges. Not two moves later, she hits the mat again.

“Again,” Nat repeats.

“Natasha, give the kid a break,” Steve says, watching from the side. 

“It’s okay,” Wanda assures him.

Natasha explains, “If therapy and tests aren’t working, maybe self defense will.”

Steve seems doubtful but allows it. They really need Wanda to work through whatever is blocking her from using her powers. He winces seeing Wanda hit the mat.

“Again.”

“I’ve told you for the millionth time. My name is Y/N L/N and I need to speak to Wanda Maximoff. Or any of the Avengers, really. Or even one of their assistants or something. It’s vital,” you try helplessly. 

“Unless you have clearance, I can’t let you up,” the guy at the desk says to you for what feels like the hundredth time. You’ve been coming in the past few days trying to get someone to let you see Wanda. 

“Look, it’s really important. Can’t you, like, give her a message or something?” You’re desperate at this point. He laughs. 

“Ah, yes, let me just text her real quick. ‘hey Wanda. It’s that one guy you said hello to once downstairs. There’s some girl here that needs to talk to you’,” he acts out sarcastically, which you do not find amusing. 

“Listen, buddy. If you do me this favor and get your boss or whoever can give me clearance to see her, I promise she’ll be so grateful for you helping me get to her that she’ll come and thank you herself,” you vow. 

“I can’t help you, Miss. Now please go or I’ll have to call security,” he warns.

You rub your temple in frustration. “Fine. There’s no need for that...Michael,” you read his name. “I’m going.”

You turn around as if to head for the door but then do a 180 and sprint past a security guard who shouts at you to stop. You make your way for the elevators as the security guard runs after you. You press the button for the elevators but you notice they’re nowhere near the ground floor. 

The security catches up to you and in panic, you push him away with Wanda’s powers. He goes sliding across the floor and you bolt for the stairs.

You don’t even know which floor you would find Wanda in but you assume it would be somewhere up top. You begin your ascend. You reach the fourth floor and realize you should start using the StairMaster at the gym. You hear multiple security guards quickly making their way to you. You panic and walk through the wall, not knowing what was on the other side. 

You’re in some kind of engineering lab. You don’t think anyone saw you walk through the wall, so you try to act casual and stroll through the lab trying to find an exit. Then you hear someone call you. “Hey, you.”

You ignore them and act like you didn’t hear. They tell you to stop walking, loud enough that you can’t ignore it. You turn around to see a woman in a lab coat. She asks, “You’re not allowed on this floor. Who let you up here?”

“Oh, uh. Michael sent me,” you lie. “Sorry, I’m new. I must have gotten off on the wrong floor. Maybe you could help me find my way?”

“Where are you meant to be working?” she inquires and you’re stuck not knowing anything about the Stark Tower or Avengers Tower, whatever it’s called. 

“The lab,” you say. Your vague answer obviously creates another question. “What lab?”

“They haven’t told me yet? I’m not actually working in the labs. I’m doing more secretarial duties, taking notes and scheduling stuff.”

“For whom?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at you. You can feel her catching onto you and it’s the only reason why you try this.

“For the big guy, obviously,” you say and then focus really hard trying to read her mind, hoping that a name will pop up in her head. Did Bruce get an assistant? You smile. “Bruce.”

“Well then you are way off. He’s usually working on the 87th floor,” she tells you. 

“Well, thank god there’s an elevator,” you chuckle nervously, pointing behind you. “Well, I should get going before I’m any later. You turn around confidently but as you walk away she stops you once more. You think you got caught but she says, “Elevators are that way.”

She points to the opposite way you came from. You laugh to play off your mistake, “Duh. Sorry, the lab is so big. Thanks.”

You head the right way. You speed walk to the elevators and then jog when you hear a rougher voice telling you to stop. “She’s on the fourth floor.”

You assume they spoke into their walkie, and you know you don't have much time before they catch you. You think quickly. You can’t make your way to the elevator because then obviously they’ll just stop the elevators. You don’t want to walk through a wall; the dangers of that are extreme given this is Stark Tower. You could accidentally walk into an ongoing experiment.��

You had to hide. And suddenly, you had the perfect plan. 

The security guard runs to you. He thinks you’re running for the elevator but then you turn before you get there. He sees you dive behind some clunky machine, presumably to hide behind. You clearly never have won a game of hide and seek in your life, he thinks as he goes around the machine to catch you. 

He’s left utterly confused when you aren’t there. The only trace of you are your clothes down to underwear on the floor. Four other guards make it to the floor. One asks him, “Where is she?”

He doesn’t know how to answer. “She was right here. Search the floor. She’s hiding and I think she’s naked.”

They disperse taking your clothes with them. You let out a breath of relief at not getting caught but then mentally curse that they took your clothes. You still haven’t learned how to make other things invisible yet. You never really used this power. Maybe you should start practicing.

You hustle your naked ass to the elevators, feeling incredibly exposed even though you know no one can actually see you. You press the elevator button and wait impatiently. It dings and opens. 

“The elevators!” You hear one of the guards yell. Two run your way as you step into the car. You put all your energy into staying invisible. It would be really awkward if you were suddenly exposed. You hold your breath when one of them looks in the elevator. You keep yourself in the corner furthest away from them. In their eyes, there is no one in the elevator. 

“She’s not here.” They leave and the doors close. You click the button for the 87th floor.

____________________________________________________

This will probably have 3 parts. 

[bbrissonn]

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑 | ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʟᴇᴀᴜ

other parts: people watching

requested: yes | no

disclaimer: this is not proofread and my first language is not english, so if the grammar & all at is shit, sorry. lowercase intended.

warnings: none

pairing: thomas bordeleau x aurora carrero (my oc)

wc: 797 

a/n: this is happening in like early january of 2020

aurora and thomas were currently laying down in the girl's bed as harry potter played on the tv. it was a rare day off for the bordeleau kid and he had chosen to spend it with his girlfriend instead of hanging out with his teammates. 

“rora, baby, what are you doing?” thomas asked his girlfriend with a laugh as she lifted his shirt, placed her head on his chest, before letting his shirt fall over her head. 

“cuddling you, what else would i be doing?” she asked with a small smile on her face before placing a kiss on his torso. the bordeleau kid laughed a bit before wrapping his arms around her frame and pulled her any closer if possible. 

“can you see the movie?” he asked in a low voice as she tried to force her head in his chest even more than before. 

“no. but i don’t care. i’ve seen it many times.” she answered as she closed her eyes and relaxed, something she hadn’t done in a while. mid-term exams were coming up and she had spent most of her free time studying for the past week and a half. thomas pressed his lips to the top of his girlfriend's head, which was hard considering she was under his shirt. 

“i love you.” he whispered as one of his hands slipped under both of their shirts and he rubbed her back a bit, making her let out a content sigh. 

“i love you. i missed you.” she said with a pause between the two sentences. the couple had barely had any private alone time since the boy was busy with hockey and she was busy studying.

“i missed you too. i’m sorry we haven’t spent a lot of time together lately.” at this point, the movie was more of a background noise, but the two didn’t mind. they truly felt happy for the first time in a couple of days.

“it’s okay, we’ve both been busy.” she answered back, also in a low voice. the room was silent, besides for the movie playing, as the two teenagers took in their moment together. aurora wasn’t the biggest fan of pda, she preferred to be affectionate towards her boyfriend behind closed doors, which he understood. 

so small moments like these were the ones they cherished the most. moments where they weren’t distrubed by one of thomas’ teammates, or by aurora's younger sister. moments where it felt like they were the only two people left on earth.

“you know, if i lived in the harry potter world, i’d wanna be an auror.” the girl said randomly, making 

the boy laugh.

“what?” he struggled to say as he kept laughing. 

“i said–”

“babe, i know what you said. it was just so random.” thomas explained as aurora took her head out of his shirt and looked him in the eyes. she had a stupid smile on her face that the boy adored so much, which only made him smile even more than he was.

“no it wasn’t. we’re watching harry potter.” she said as she kissed his cheek, only making him shake his head a bit. 

~

later that night, the two were sitting on the couch in aurora’s basement with a pot of ice cream in between them. 

“my coach is gonna kill me if he finds out about this.” thomas said before swallowing another full spoon of ice cream. 

“well then it’s a good thing he won’t find out.” aurora said before repeating her boyfriend’s action, only she accidently placed some ice cream on the tip of her nose, making thomas laugh a bit. 

“auror, honey, you got some ice cream on your nose.” he said, but the girl didn’t react. her eyes were focused on the boy’s and she had a look on her face that thomas couldn't understand. 

“what?”

“what’d you call me?” 

“honey–” 

“no, no. before that. you called me auror.” the girl interrupted him, the boy hadn’t even realized he had called her that name. 

“oh, i’m sorry. i don’t know why i said that–”

“no, it’s okay. i liked it. auror. hey, it’s like in harry potter.” she said with a smile on her face, making the boy smile as well. 

“well in that case. do you wanna be the auror to my dark wizard?” he asked with a dumb smile on his face, making aurora laugh a bit. 

“dark wizards are bad people, baba.” she said before leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips. 

after that night, it had become a habit of thomas to call hey auror whenever he had the chance. all of their friends didn’t understand why she’d giggle a bit at first, but they soon understood that they wouldn’t be getting the meaning behind the nickname.

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

Quarantined Apart from the Batboys

Batboys headcanons

(A/N): I know the last set I put out were also quarantine headcanons but I have them written and I really like them and I wanted to post them before quarantine is over.

Also, I had a really bad week last week. I spent some of it at the hospital and the rest really busy and then ended up with a headcold (i did test negative for COVID at the hospital though) that I'm still getting over, so I haven't had much of an opportunity to post in a while, sorry about that. Hope you enjoy, even if it is COVID themed.

~

Dick Grayson:

No one really expected the pandemic, much less at the scope it came at, so when Quarantine protocols were put into effect, the two of you were in no means prepared

Because you live separately, whether it be you at home or in an apartment and him at his place, and he still goes out as Nightwing, a move wasn’t feasible, especially when the pandemic was new

So you tried to call constantly, facetime when you could, but the distance made everything harder, especially for a relationship so grounded in touch

After a few months, the distance started wearing on both of your mental healths

You came up with the idea of sending stuff to each other that reminded you of the other person

He started sending you his hoodies and sweatpants to wear, and you sent back a bottle of your favorite fragrance so he could spray it on whatever he wanted to

You starting sending each other songs too, and the combination of music that reminds you of each other and the familiar smells made things just a little less lonely

Jason Todd:

The two of you, after realizing you were doomed to separation in quarantine, became texting fiends

If something happened to you, Jason knew about it

Anything weird on patrol? You knew by 9am the next morning

Though he wouldn’t risk actual contact, Jason would leave gifts in front of your door or on your windowsill/fire escape

In turn, you left him care packages with water and snacks and first aid supplies and a note that he could grab on patrol

You came up with the idea of reading the same books, as a way to have something to be able to talk about together, so you did

More often than not, you called each other when doing mindless chores around the house, calls filled with chatter about books and movies you’d seen recently, the sound of the laundry going in the background

Every time you finished a book, Jason would grab a new one from the bookstore, alternating yours or his choices with random recommendations, and leave it for you

Tim Drake:

Technology was always Tim’s friend, and his knowledge came in handy when you were separated during the pandemic

More often than not, the two of you were on call with each other, even if it was just to have the noise of someone else working in the background

It gave you the chance to try and get him to go to sleep, but you really couldn’t say if he did go to bed when he hung up. (you’re betting no)

To spend time together, you took advantage of the joint gaming and TV watching services, the ones that allowed you to watch something while on call at the same time

Your favorite thing, though, was whenever Tim told you stories of people he was working with and their struggles with zoom; it was impossible not to laugh at the thought of a member of the WE board stuck with a beret filter on zoom because he couldn’t figure out how to take it off

Damian Wayne:

In quarantine, he stayed at the manor, and you were quarantined across Gotham, in your own house

Though you both enjoyed the freedom from unnecessary social interactions, it quickly became evident that the lack of scheduled interaction meant the end of most of the times you would see each other, too

To get around this, you created new routines in order to not fall apart

He’d call you when getting ready for patrol, and text you when he got back

You’d tell him good morning when you got up

He’d share picture of Titus, Alfred (the cat) and the sunsets when he’s up, either at the end of patrol of for his early morning meditation

A few weeks into it, he sent you a letter in the mail, and you sent one back

It became an easy way to literally hold onto something tangible from the other person, and a way to get long thoughts across without the awkwardness of text or lagging wifi

[xoxoavenger]

The Perfect Team

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: Y/N and Peter are the perfect team... which translates to perfect imposter team in among us.

word count: 1932

warnings: none

masterlist

"This is a child's game." Tony said as him, Wanda, Nat, Bruce, Thor, Steve, and Clint stared at their phones.

"No it is not!" Peter defended, and half the Avengers sighed.

"It is." Clint said, and Peter frowned.

"Listen, Y/N really likes this game, and she's coming over tomorrow for movie night and I figured this could be fun." Peter told them, and everyone just stared at her.

"Okay, so how do we play?" Steve asked when everyone's game gad loaded.

"Right. I'm gonna give you a code, enter it at the bottom, okay?" Peter said, before spewing out some random letters.

"I want to be red!" Wanda said as they all loaded in.

"Red is my color!" Thor shot back, and Peter watched as the players began changing colors.

"Point Break get the hell out of yellow that is my color." Tony said, and Peter sighed.

"Peterman is the one in red!" Wanda accused, looking at Peter's red avatar.

"Why is everyone's color's red?" Bruce asked, deciding not to change his color from blue.

"Bruce, that's my color." Steve said, and Thor stomped on the ground, creating a small jumble from the furniture.

"What color am I supposed to be? There are none left!" Thor complained, his color a bright lime.

"I only have one color and the child stole it!" Wanda pouted, and Peter pressed the start button.

"What's happening?" Tony asked, and Peter looked at the group.

"Your screen will tell you if you're an imposter or a crewmate. If you're-"

"Oh, shit, mine says imposter." Clint said, and Peter took a deep breath.

"You're not supposed to tell anyone what you are." Peter said, and Clint let out a small 'oh.'

After three practice rounds and multiple explanations on how to play, the Avengers were finally ready to play a real game. Peter was imposter with Steve, which should tell you exactly how the round went.

"Get away from me!" Bruce yelled.

"You can't talk, Bruce, you-"

"You mother fucker!" Natasha yelled, hitting her legs as Steve killed her.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say she died." Clint said, and Peter closed the doors before killing Clint, who took a deep breath in. "I hate this game!" Clint yelled, and Thor laughed.

"Tiny humans. You underestimate my power!" Thor yelled, staring manically at his phone.

"This is a video game, Thor. Your 'powers' have nothing on us." Steve said, laughing as he also killed Thor.

"That isn't fair!" Thor cried out, and Peter laughed.

"Stop talking during the game!" Wanda said, and Peter nodded.

"I found a body!" Bruce yelled, and the report showed up on their screens.

"It's Steve." Tony said, and Steve's head shot up from the screen.

"How did you know?" Steve asked, and Peter tried not to show his cards.

"You're supposed to lie." Nat said, and Steve frowned. Nat was killed first 75% of the time, because she was too good at figuring out who was lying.

"So, we're voting for Steve?" Wanda asked, and Peter nodded. When voting ended and Steve was ejected, he sighed.

"Sorry, Peter, I didn't know." Steve said, and Peter slapped his face.

"Steve, you're not supposed to say who the other imposter is, remember?"

~

"Among us time!" Steve yelled. The captain had been practicing the game, playing for a long time and actually learning to enjoy the game.

"You guys like Among Us?" Y/N asked, smile on her face.

"I wouldn't say like, but Pete made us play for a bit." Clint said, and Y/N looked up at Peter who was blushing.

"We can watch The Grinch for background noise." Tony said, and they all moved to the living room, sitting on the couches and the chairs. Peter made a game, and Y/N cuddled into his side.

"Would you snitch if you saw me vent?' Y/N asked softly as the others talked and put on the movie.

"No." Peter answered, and Y/N kissed his cheek.

"Kinda sus, Petey." Y/N teased, and Peter rolled his eyes.

"Would you snitch on me?" Peter asked, and Y/N looked up.

"Well, um, yes, because I love you." Y/N said, and Peter moved back to look at her.

"You'd snitch because you love me?" Peter asked, and Y/N nodded.

"Yes, because you need help if you're a serial killer." Y/N said, and Peter just stared at her.

"I hate you. I'm gonna kill you first." Peter said as she added herself to the game. "Okay, here's the code." Peter said before announcing it. Y/N had picked purple, and immediately another fight ensued.

"Purple is my color." Clint said, and Y/N looked at him with wide eyes.

"Oh, sorry, I'll change." Y/N changed to yellow right before Tony loaded in.

"Nope, that one is mine." Tony said, and Y/N looked at Peter, who was laughing.

"What color isn't taken?" She asked, changing to pink, figuring no one had taken pink.

"Noooo, pink is mine!" Wanda said when she loaded in. Y/N looked confused, changing to cyan. When no one said anything, she smiled, watching everyone else load in.

"Are we ready?" Peter asked, and a chorus of 'yes' sounded before Peter pressed 'start,' and everyone got their parts. Peter and Y/N tried not to smile as they both got imposter.

What are the chances?

The first thing they did was double kill Steve and Nat, who were definitely the best of the group. Steve let out a small sigh, and Natasha scrunched her face in annoyance. Next, the two split up to not seem sus, and then Bruce yelled.

"I found two bodies in admin!" Bruce announced, and then the report screen showed up.

"So a double kill, hm." Peter said, looking up from his phone to see everyone else.

"I was with Peter for most of that round, so I think I can clear him." Y/N said, trying not to smile.

"But he still could have killed, right?" Wanda asked, and Y/N shrugged.

"I mean, yeah, but I didn't leave him for very long so." Y/N said, and everyone looked at Peter.

"Peter, where were you when the body was called?" Clint asked, and Peter took a deep breath.

"I was in security, checking cams cause the only person I saw was Y/N." Peter wasn't lying, but he was looking to see where people were, and then went to the vent as the body was called.

"Thor, you're being quiet." Wanda commented, and Thor looked at everyone.

"Well it is't me." He said, and everyone burst into laughter.

"You can't clear yourself!" Peter laughed, and Y/N looked at the time.

"Look we only have 15 seconds, what are we doing?" Y/N asked, and it was silent.

"I sus Thor and Peter." Wanda said, and Peter stared at her.

"Why?" Peter asked, as a couple people voted.

"Do you really think that anyone else could pull off a double kill?" Wanda asked as everyone skipped.

"Kinda rude." Tony said, and then they went back to the game.

So obviously, Peter and Y/N had to keep Thor and Wanda for at least one more round, then they'd have to double kill them to win. The two split, and Y/N had to hope that Peter would kill someone and not get caught while she went after Tony. She killed Tony, who muttered something along the lines of 'dammit' with a couple other colorful words, and one second later a gasp sounded.

"Oh my God!" Wanda yelled, and Y/N worried that she had just seen her kill Tony, but a different body was found.

"Wanda just killed Clint right in front of me." Peter said, and Y/N's eyes widened.

"No! No, Peter killed Clint I literally saw him! I knew it!" Wanda yelled, and Y/N raised an eyebrow, trying to take the sus off of Peter but not give herself up.

"Wanda, you sussed Thor too, so how do we know it isn't you?" Y/N asked, and Wanda's eyes widened.

"I saw him kill!" Wanda yelled.

"He said he saw you kill though." Thor said, and Peter nodded.

"It isn't me! It's Peter!" Wanda yelled, and Peter shook his head.

"It is not me! I watched Wanda kill him, guys." Peter said, and Y/N glanced down at her screen.

"If we get this wrong then we're dead." She commented, and she hoped they wouldn't vote Peter.

"Bruce, you're awfully quiet." Peter said, and Wanda gasped.

"It's so Peter! He's literally trying to change the subject! It is so Peter and Thor, since Thor also just changed the topic a couple seconds ago." Wanda said, and Y/N nodded.

"You may be right. Who do we vote first?" Y/N asked, and Peter gasped.

"It literally is not me! It's not me!" Peter yelled, and Y/N giggled.

"You got caught, babe." Y/N said, and Peter scowled.

"Who are we voting first?" Bruce asked, and Peter let out a loud breath.

"Look who finally joined the game!"

"Vote Peter first and then Thor next." Wanda said, and Y/N nodded, sadly voting for Peter to not seem sus.

"You're literally letting Wanda get away with this!" Peter yelled.

"It's not me! I saw you kill!" Wanda yelled.

"Well, I saw you kill!" Peter yelled, and Bruce and Thor looked between the two.

"10 seconds." Y/N said.

"Who'd you vote for?" Bruce asked her, and she smiled up at Peter.

"Pete." She said, and Peter rolled his eyes.

"We'll know if we're wrong after this." Thor said as Peter was ejected. They all showed up the table, signaling that they were correct to vote Peter out.

"Okay, so," Wanda said, and then it was quiet again. Y/N ran around with Bruce, faking tasks until Peter turned the lights out from the dead. Y/N vented to the lights, knowing Wanda would be there, and she killed him. She vented over to security, meeting Bruce again before running with him to fix the lights. They found Wanda's body, and they reported it. Peter looked at her screen, and then grabbed her leg and squeezed out of delight.

"So, it's Thor." Y/N said, trying to ignore the looks of everyone she had killed in the room.

"What? No it isn't!" Thor yelled, and Y/N looked a Bruce briefly before looking at Thor.

"Where were you? Why weren't you at lights? I was with Bruce the whole time and we came up on the body together. Also, Wanda sussed you, which is why you killed her." Y/N said, voting for Thor.

"Banner, listen to me, it's Y/N." Thor said.

"Bruce and I were together the whole time!" Y/N yelled, and Bruce nodded.

"That is true, we both went to lights together and found the body. It has to be Thor." Bruce said, voting for Thor.

"It isn't me!" Thor yelled, and voted angrily for Y/N. With two votes for Thor, he was ejected. Before the ending screen even showed up, everyone was yelling.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Natasha yelled, hitting Bruce on top of his head.

"She wasn't even with you the whole time! She left to kill Wanda and tricked you!" Steve yelled, and Bruce looked guiltily at everyone.

"You're such a sneaky bitch!" Wanda laughed as she stood, hugging Y/N to show she was joking.

"How did you two get imposter? That is so unfair!" Clint yelled.

"I told you it was not me!" Thor yelled, and Y/N laughed into Peter, who put his arm around her and kissed her forehead.

"Good job, baby. We make a great team."

"A perfect one, actually."

"You two are psychotic!"

[supersizemeplz]

Spend the Night

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Ok, so right off the back I wanna say that towards the end it gets explicit. Since I started writing a lot of fluff, I feel so vulgar when I actually write something steamy. I was contemplating on whether or not to post it here but I thought why not. When I say this has been sitting in my drafts forever, I am not exaggerating. I didn’t know exactly what to do with it so I’m just putting it out to be seen. So I hope you enjoy!

The chattering of characters played on the television screen, once amusing to the couple that rested on the earth toned sofa but now was nothing more than background noise as they conversed. It's sound was low in an attempt to not overwhelm them both, becoming aided with the captions on the screen if they happened to want to know what was going on in the movie. Its light spread out to at least a few feet behind the couch where the light over the recently cleaned kitchen island picked up its slack.

This wasn't your first time over his place but you never paid attention to the details. The house was honestly one of the best decorated homes you'd seen other than those from HGTV. You made sure not add those exact words to the compliment to hide your small addiction to the channel. Especially when you could name the patterns of the tile and back splash of his kitchen, then he'd definitely know that you were a homebody. After a half an hour phone call with Erik hours before on your lunch break, he'd persuaded you to spend the night at his place. Easily done since you were already planning to stop by after a few quick errands. He'd promised you to a homemade dinner, Netflix movies, your favorite wine, and a foot rub.

"Shutupp. I do not.." You chuckled at the joke Erik made, reaching forward to smack his arm as best as you could. Being sure not to waste any of the wine that you still had left in your glass. He smirked as he focused back on massaging your left foot, making sure to massage deep to relieve the tension. You relaxed back against the sofa after taking a sip of your wine with a happy sigh. "You cook like a master chef and have the hands of a God. I might have to keep you around Stevens."

He laughed at that, stopping his foot massage for a moment to cover his mouth as to soften his boom of laughter.  You stifled a chuckle as he pretended to look hurt. "You might? I see how you really feel." Taking your foot gently, he moved it off of him to the floor. You sat your glass on the table beside you and leaned forward to catch his face, laughing as you seen him trying to stay serious.

"Awww, you know I'm just playing." You cooed as you pressed kisses to his cheek. "..my sensitive baby." He allowed the kisses, giving away his small smile from his dimples deepening. Turning his head to catch your lips in a few kisses, he ended the string of kisses with a deeper one. You hummed in the kiss as he placed a hand on your backside. Gripping the soft cushion just enough to get you stimulated before it was over. You sat there for a moment before opening your eyes and watching him get up from the couch.

"You done with this glass, babe?" He asked, grabbing his own glass before looking to you. You nodded, mumbling a soft 'yeah, I am'. He took the glasses and half empty bottle to the kitchen as he continued his conversation with you. You looked to him, admiring the way his shirt allowed you the sight of his back with small movements and the peek of skin once he reached up to place the glasses in the cabinet.

Standing from the softness of the couch, you adjusted your shirt and followed his faintly scented trail into the kitchen. He always smelled amazing. You hummed your acknowledgement as he spoke on some random topic, still in a bit of a daze from the kiss moments ago. Your arms slid around his body as he chuckled. "And you say I be all up under you." You grinned at his response, shrugging.

"And? You know you love me hugging on you, Stevens. Don't think those dimples of yours don't give away your little smiles." Releasing your grip, you headed off to the bedroom. Sending him a teasing look over your shoulder before you disappeared into the hallway. "Don't keep me waiting.."

Once you made it into the bedroom, you made your way to the bathroom to freshen up. Moments passed before Erik was doing the same, meeting you at the double sink to brush his teeth as well. Now shirtless with his sweats hanging just enough to catch the waistband of his briefs. His chuckling caught your attention and broke your admiration of him in the reflection of the mirror. Finishing up with brushing your teeth and washing your hands, you playfully rolled your eyes and left him to finish his nightly routine.

It felt like he was taking forever to come to bed. Doing that lengthy ass routine he'd done numerous times over the many times you both would facetime as you got ready for bed. You had slipped from the shirt and short set that had only been worn for a few hours, still catching the scent of perfume you dashed on to work like a pheromone. The soft fabrics hit the floor and you adjusted the lace, skin toned underwear that was left. Smoothing your hair down, you looked to the bathroom door as he switched off the light.

Silence. It filled the bedroom and swarmed around the both of you as you stood in front of the bed. The lamp that sat in the corner of the room illuminated your silhouette just enough for him to see the look you gave him. He grinned at your surprise, catching the slight nervousness in your body as he stepped closer. A hum of appreciation left him as he took his time to make it to you. Why in the hell did this man have you feeling like this was your first time? Maybe because it was with him.

Weeks of being wined and dined, fun little outings, nights on the phone, and building sexual tension came to this moment. He'd been a gentleman the whole time. Never pushing the matter on you and waiting for you to tell him what you wanted. And oh how you've wanted him. The thoughts had crossed your mind as well as a few wet dreams that you wouldn't dare let him find out about. Tonight, you decided you were tired of waiting and enduring the sweet torture of his charisma.

He sent a chill over you as he spoke suddenly. "You don't understand what you do to me, do you?" His fingers held your chin, thumb gently massaging the soft skin. "So pretty and delicate.." The darkness of lust clouded his eyes as he gave a slow once over of you. Your eyes admired the soft curve of his full lips instead. He smiled at the fact, chuckling when he seen you take a deep breath.

"Hey.." He caught your attention, speaking softly. "Eyes up here." You finally caught his gaze and he hummed when you did so. Taking a small step closer, he smiled as he leaned to your lips. "I need those eyes to stay on me. You got me?" His lips ghosted yours and you relaxed under his touch.

You gave a small nod as you looked up to meet his eyes. The touch of his fingertips felt like small sparks as they moved across your skin. Hooking beneath your bra strap and easing the band down your shoulder. "I want to hear that sweet voice of yours, baby.." You felt as he trailed them around you to unclasp the hooks at the back with ease. The fabric fell to the floor without a sound and he gave another satisfied hum. "Are you gonna be a good girl and keep those eyes on me?"

"Yes, baby.." You replied, allowing him to admire your lips this time. He gave a small smirk as he mumbled 'That's more like it, baby'. Your nipples were erect from both sexual and actual atmosphere. His thumb brushed over the sensitive bud and you bit your lip to suppress a moan, opting for a slow exhale. He looked to you and you seen a dimple to let you know he was toying with you. Seeing how long you could last with his slow burn.

You caught his lips suddenly, surprising him for only a second. He flowed with your slow kisses, smiling at the hunger in them. A moan slipped past your lips against his this time, fingers dancing at the waistband of his sweats. He chuckles at your lengthy nails attempting to work with the fabric. Taking over when you couldn't focus enough to get it.

"So eager.. Take it slow and tell me what you want me to do." He began to lower the sweats with ease before he slipped the soft cotton fabric from his legs. ".. that sexy ass voice you got and you really think you're not going to use it." A playful scoff followed the sentence before he licked his lips.

You looked to the bulge of his briefs before meeting his eyes again. "I want a taste.." The confession kind of surprised him though his face hadn't shown it. He watched you as you caught his gaze again, groaning when you gently palmed him. "May I?" You teased, using the moment to toy with him in return.

He didn't lose eye contact as you lowered before him. "I'm all yours.." The consent left his lips immediately. You hummed, pressing your lips against the fabric before massaging it. He exhaled as you did so. Your fingers finally caught at the waistband of his boxers to ease them down, and his length eagerly greeted you. That pulled a soft laugh from you.

"It's so pretty.." You mumbled the compliment, not focused on if he'd heard it or not. He groaned as you took your first taste of him. The warmth of your mouth made him pull his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes focused on your slow moments with fascination.

You closed your eyes, taking your time to work him up. He filled your mouth as much as he could before you eased him from your lips, hugging his tip. "Unh uh. What I say?" His hips pushed into your lips gently, enjoying the softness they provided. Opening your eyes, you look up to him as he wanted. He groaned softly as a smirk caught the corner of his lips. "There you go. Keep those eyes on me."

Your right hand left his thigh, lifting up to stroke him. "I'm sorry, baby. Forgive me?" You taunted, freeing your mouth for the moment. His lips parted once your tongue circled his fattened head, going back to work while slurping loudly for his enjoyment. The mumbles he spoke were barely audible over your pleasuring, but you made out some of the words and moan in agreement.

Releasing your lips from him with a pop, you look to his glistening dick. He hums as you stroke him again, trying his hardest not to move his hips in rhythm with you. "You're so fucking pretty.." The repeated confession gains your eye contact with him once again. And he reacts with another mumble of praise. He curses as you stare up at him with a smile. Your full lips all shiny and wet from saliva, matching the coat that covered him.

"Tell me again.." You tease with a sultry voice, seeing him chuckle at your cockiness. He tucks his bottom lip between teeth as amusement taints his features. And he repeats it a little louder. "Good boy." Rubbing him against your lips, you laugh as he weakens and leans forward slightly. The small words of praise caught him off guard, but he couldn't help his body reacting. He was losing dominance and didn't mind it.

"C'mere.." He stops you from your fun, gently standing you up. You squeal as he picks you up with ease. Resting you right above his hardened excitement. He grins as you hold onto his arms for support. "I want my pleasure to come from pleasing you.." Your body falls to the bed with a soft bounce. He rids himself of his underwear fully before he puts his attention on yours.

The light of the dim lamp catches his chain, glinting against his chest and bringing attention to his body. Reaching a hand out towards him, you ran your fingertips along his smooth, yet textured skin. Taking in the scars that he'd told you were a reminder of how far he'd came from unlearning his old ways. You moan as he bends down to press kisses to your tummy, showing it the love it deserved. The kisses becoming sloppier as they continued their way lower.

He hummed as he lifted your thighs, opening them enough to kiss their inner parts. His soft lips left tingles that felt they were going straight to your love button. "She's ready for me, huh?" The light stroke of his finger made you shift your hips closer, resulting in his chuckle. Both of your thighs were placed onto his shoulders and he began his delicate foreplay. Pulling a moan from before your hands found his dreads.

He licked his lips as he admired your body. "Let's see if I can get you to spend the night more often."

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Taglist

@sisterwifeudaku @kumkaniudaku @wawakanda-btch @theunsweetenedtruth @chaneajoyyy @wakanda-inspired @princesskillmonger @liviy00 @xsweetdellzx @muse-of-mbaku @killmongerdispussy @thehomierobbstark @princessstevens @killmongerthiskoochie @cecereads209 @beautifullmelodyxx @soufcakmistress @melodyofmbaku @awerkofart

[purpleyellow]

Sleepy talks

NCT 24th member / Dream 8th member

Bee’s Masterlist

“What happened overnight during 7in in the Dream” 

a/n: So like, technically there’s 8 of them in this au, but the pun doesn’t make sense with 8 so it’s still called 7in in the dream because i have no creativity. I finished it!! Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open!💛

After changing into pajamas, Bee flops on the huge bed from the downstairs room where she was assigned to sleep. Chenle also lays down, adjusting his covers, when Jeno who was still against sleeping in the “dog bed” jumps in the space between them and somehow manages to hug both of their figures.

“Go to your house” Chenle teases him and in the background, Jaemin can be heard joking with Jisung.

“Let's do one of those cheesy reality moments” Jeno mumbles ignoring the boy and snuggles closer to them. He clears his throat before continuing, “Everyone, what was your favorite moment today?”

“I liked dinner,” Bee says before yawning and Jeno reaches out to tickle her sides while Haechan shouts something from the upper floor.

“That's because you didn't have to do anything” The boy jokes while she laughs and tries to get away from him. What he was saying was true, Bee had been lucky enough to win almost every rock paper scissors game which allowed her to sit back, read and enjoy the weather while the boys sorted out the rest of it.

Her luck had worn off at the end of the day, though. She had to help clean after dinner and, in her opinion the worst task, she was put into breakfast duty which meant waking up earlier than everyone else.

“You two are too loud, go to sleep” Chenle complains and kicks their legs making Jeno begrudgingly get up and enter the dog house. The noise from outside the room indicating that the others were nowhere close to being asleep.

After some complaining and shouts claiming for silence, one by one the boys started to tone down leading the house to silence. Bee was deep in sleep by then, and she would have stayed like that through the whole night if it weren't for Chenle moving around and accidentally kicking her back.

Everything is ten times darker considering all the lights are turned off, and the house is in complete and utter silence. Even the small barbering of staff members is gone considering that most of them had left, leaving only the equipment behind for when they come back the next day.

Bee would have no problem going back to sleep in those conditions if it wasn't for the sudden wish to use the restroom. Truly the worst, her body did not want to get out of bed but at the same time, it demanded her to do so.

The girl scrambles onto her feet, trying not to wake up Chenle or possibly Jeno, and tip toed her way around the house. She hoped to pee as fast as possible and go back to bed immediately after, though it seemed like the universe, once again had other plans.

Not only did she got more conscious than she would've wanted, Bee also got scared by a shadow passing by when she was leaving the bathroom to return to her room. Said shadow was also startled by her presence and turned around placing a hand over his chest.

“Damn, I thought I was the only one awake at this hour” Mark speaks in a hushed tone. Bee points back at where she came out of as an explanation.

“Are you struggling to sleep again?” She asks, remembering that insomnia was one of the things he talked about when they started the “friends plan”.

“I was doing good lately. Guess the change of scenery must have messed it up a little” He shrugs and looks outside for a second. “I slept for a few hours until now. Was thinking about sitting out there and waiting for when the staff starts arriving for the waking up shots”.

“There's still a couple of hours before that happens”

“I doubt I can sleep until then, it's okay though. I'll work on some lyrics or something”.

Bee could definitely use more sleep but the thought of him working until sunrise felt insane to her, especially with the tiring day they had. "I'll go with you then" She shrugs and takes the blanket from the couch.

"You can go rest. I'm fine, trust me" Mark laughs but opens the sliding doors for her to pass.

"We can chat for a second, and then maybe you'll get bored and fall asleep," She says carefully. No matter how many times they had those random chats, she still felt a little weird to start them.

“You're not boring to talk to” He smiles, sitting on the swing chair near the pool. Thinking about something to do, he remembers what they started playing a few weeks before  “Want to play questions again?”

“I guess I can go first” Bee places the blanket on top of her and thinks for a couple of seconds before continuing “How did you get good at that game we played earlier?”

“Which one?” Giggling, Mark thinks back at the long day they've had and how it was impossible to guess which one she was referring to.

“That one we used it to decide who was going to clean up. You know, with the cups” She yawns making the sentence trail off.

“Oh, beer pong?” Mark waits for her to nod, “I don't know. Just played it a lot with 127 I guess. My aiming isn't that bad, so that's also probably why”.

“Cool, cool” Her head pends backward and hits the back of the chair making Bee rest her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again and seeing Mark’s side glancing at her.

“You should go to bed. I'll be fine here”.

“It's your turn now” She ignores him and nods for his question. The boy sighs thinking for a second before speaking.

“What's your favorite Harry Potter movie?”

“Never watched them”

“You've never watched Harry Potter?” Mark exclaims now fully turning to her with a deeply concerned expression.

“I'm sorry,” She says mid-yawn

“We're doing a marathon once things calm down. I can't believe you haven't even watched one of them”.

Humming, Bee closes her eyes again, momentarily slipping off to unconsciousness before shaking her head and waking up.

“Yun-hee, just go lay down” Mark laughs pointing back to the house. “We're getting up to make breakfast in a couple of hours, rest while you can”.

“But you're going to stay out here by yourself?” She frowns, half-convinced to go back into the warmth of her covers. “At least go back to bed even if it's to stay on your phone or something”.

Mark thinks for a second before accepting her suggestion “Okay, let's go”

He jumps to his feet and helps her get up.

Bee drags herself and the covers back to the door of her room where she waves him good night and flops inside. In the dark, she accidentally falls on top of Chenle, who doesn't even move while she maneuvers herself onto an empty space to safely drift back into dreamland.

It feels like the blink of an eye between that moment and a few hours after when Jaemin jumps on top of her and starts making weird "boop" noises, calling her to go help him make breakfast.

[bakugohoex]

Not neccesarily a request, but Porco would be the absolute blast to spend a quarantine lock down with. He would always find something creative to do with you and I stand by the headcannon that be can cook EXCEPTIONALLY well. Ya'll would be eating well. On top of it all, I mean look at him!? He's like a walking sex god. You guys could surely find something entertaining to do. If you get my gist.

“another lockdown with me, baby”

pairing: porco galliard x female reader

cw: modern au, nsfw (shower sex), aftercare

word count: 1200+

a/n: sorry i made this into a headcanon cause i loved the idea sm

summary: in which you and porco spend another national lockdown together

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You remember last lockdown, being confined for 6 months just going on with work on team meetings and having girls night at home.

Yeah, well last time you had Porco with you and it was horrific.

2 months into your relationship you both ended up moving in with each other.

It was Porco’s idea as the idea of not seeing you every day broke him into pieces.

Imagine his little face for a week asking you to move in for hours on end, baby just wants to spend time with his fave girl.

Last lockdown, you both were a fresh new couple. This time, after a year together, it was a lot different. Your dynamic had been made and you both had a routine; he was still the same cocky bastard though.

He’d give such a smug look after hearing another national lockdown was happening, gleaming out a “another lockdown with me, baby”.

Lie ins, lie ins, lie ins, you both worked from home now and had daily meetings after midday. This boy will hold onto you for dear life and will never let you go.

Makes breakfast for you every day, he’s actually a decent cook because he loves food more than he loves you (he’d never tell you that though).

Will give you back massages from the strain of hunching your back in meetings. 

Boys a sweetie.

I know this man would see your bag on any online store and just buy it, he watched how easily you bought stuff last lockdown and now he’s the one buying it for you. Will add other clothes he likes, especially lingerie that he wants you to wear.

Workout who? The most you two do is go on a daily walk after dinner but that is literally it.

Movie nights and just cuddling in general, adorable boys just like you in their arms.

You both have separate nights a week where you have some wine/beer with your friends, he’ll stay in the living room and you in the bedroom, catching up with your own friends.

Definitely have a group call with your mutual friends and play drinking games to let loose.

With spare time, there's one thing that increases with both your alone time.

Sex everywhere, early morning kisses down your neck to the top of your underwear. Shower sex, bending you over whilst you make breakfast for him, before work calls, he’d fuck you and after work calls, he’d have these grabby hands to grab your tits.

This man just missed not seeing them for the two hour call you were both on, will put his head under your shirt and suck on them whilst he takes your jeans off. 

Late night sex, before dinner, just as you’re getting into bed. This man will wake you up at 3am after having a wet dream about you and want to fuck you.

His favourite was shower sex, he’d find himself joining you in the shower. He’d act like he came to wash your hair and body, but one slip of his finger and he began to rub against your clit.

Another rough hand against your mouth and his cock just happened to become hard and rub against your ass.

He will push you into the cold tiles and fuck you senseless, boy loves hearing the moans and soft whimpers you give. The water falling onto your back as his mouth goes to your breasts. Sucking as he slides back and forth with his cock pushing you to your limits.

Hearing you moan his name makes this man go wild, he just loves the sound of his name from your tongue. Will thrust even harder trying to hit every spot in you, this leads to you easily gushing onto his cock. 

Cum on sight, at seeing you cum he will cum back and you become dirtier than you did before you entered the shower. Baby will help you wash up though he may be horny, but he is a sweetie.

“We should do this every day.” He had just finished cleaning the cum from your body, the sweat that had etched onto your skin and the burning sensation away from your cunt. His smooth hands ran across your bare wet body, admiring you like a piece of artwork.

You leant against his body, giving a tired murmur back, “everyday, yeah…”

He laughed at how dull and tired your eyes looked, quickly grabbing the towel and helping you out. His own around his hips loosely, one action and he’d be free to you again, he helped to bring you out of the shower, holding your sore body with a gentle hand. “Couple more steps baby.” 

He left soft kisses against your shoulder as he directed you to the bedroom, he knew you'd be tired to dry your hair and your skin routine. Deciding to let you sit on the bed, he smiled at how you looked dazed almost high, perfect for him. “This one or this one.” He takes out clothes for you to sleep in, but you give a mumble of a third option.

“Your stuff.” He happily obliged grabbing his shirt and your underwear to put on you, you happily lifted your arms letting him put the shirt on before he softly lifted your legs. Small kisses going against your thighs, he was always so tender afterwards, so careful to not hurt you. 

“Let’s dry your hair and put some cream on and then we can cuddle, okay?”

“Okay baby.” You gleamed out watching as he got the hairdryer and easily moved along the bed to dry each part, he had worn some joggers having given you the shirt he was going to wear. His bare back hitting your back as he shuffled around you, he hummed a soft song that you could barely recognise but it soothed you.

“Sleep.” You whined out wanting to feel Porco’s arms around you as you watched some film you could fall asleep too.

“One more step, I know you’re tired, baby.” He put the hairdryer away, grabbing the moisturiser he knew you used. Taking some in his fingers he massages your face giving you a giggle.

You smiled as he rubbed the cream across your face, “my turn.” You pouted, he gave a soft smile, his blonde hair moving to both sides of his head. He passed the cream as you took some in your fingers putting it on his nose. You giggled at the white spots around his face before circling your fingers through it. 

“My skin better be glowing tomorrow.” He joked out as you chuckled at him, you moved backwards, finally reaching to the pillows as you felt it against your head.

Porco smiled seeing how you got under the covers in an instant. He quickly put some random show on, wanting background noise as he joined you in bed. “Come ‘ere.” He beckoned, making you lie beside him, his hand moving to your waist and others moving to cup your chest. 

“I love you.” You spoke slowly under the covers, he looked down to meet your small figure. The way you gave soft mewls at his action of massaging your right boob with his large hand.

“I love you too, baby.” He kissed the top of your head softly, watching how his love fell asleep.

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first date || kozume kenma, iwaizumi hajime (f!reader)

request : hi! ☺️ can i request first date headcanons (or a blurb, whichever one!!) with kenma and/or iwa ?? reader can be fem or gn! thank you sm 🥰🥰🥰

warnings : kenma is a big dummy

a/n : yall know i had to throw the seijoh four in there they thrive on chaos

kozume kenma

mans probably doesnt even know its a date im so sorry

when you ask him to get lunch with you, hes just like

yeah sure

but he notices that youve dressed up a little bit and that you seem really nervous when he finally shows up

and suddenly hes like

should i have dressed better?? is this okay?? why is she nervous whats happening im getting nervous now

you guys are friends, what is making you so nervous ?? you eat lunch tg all the time and yet hes never seen that lipstick before,,, or the way you keep pushing your food around but not really eating it 

“why arent you eating?” his voice is soft and vaguely disinterested as always, but hes watching you really closely, waiting for you to tell him whats wrong

when you tell him its nothing, he feels like hes definitely missing something, but when the waitress comes by and mentions how cute you look together hes like 

“oh--”

he puts it tg pretty easily after that 

and now his hands are getting kinda cold which only really happens when hes nervous 

he doesnt know if he wants to ask just to clarify or if he feels really embarrassed about having to ask because he doesnt want you to find out that he had no idea this was a date

and now hes really worried about how he looks like wtf who shows up to a date in slippers why didnt he put rEAL SHOES ON

when you guys are outside he offers to take you to get coffee or ice cream or smth and you give him a look bc he literally never wants to do anything except be at home 

aaaand now hes wondering if he misread it again and that its actually not a date

hes having a Bad Time 

finally hes like fuck this and just kinda ,, slaps his hand into yours

its not subtle or cute or soft hes like WHAM and just grabs your hand and keeps walking 

but when you dont do anything except yelp a little from the impact like wtf bro calm down no need for the aggressive hand holding , hes like

,,,,, okay so this is definitely a date right

hes really bad at this give him a break 

you guys are probably going to need to talk after he walks you home bc hes going to be thinking about it all day and not doing much of anything else until he finally calls you bc hes so confused 

overall a complete disaster but he really is trying his best 

iwaizumi hajime

he’s never going to admit this to anyone ever but he asked oikawa about his date idea and also for help picking an outfit 

the second part he didnt actually ask for, tooru is just Completely Committed to the plan 

at first hes like what about dinner and a movie ??? 

and oikawas like

this is why you cant be trusted 

so instead of taking you out for dinner at some stuffy restaurant and then to a movie theater where you cant talk 

oikawas like what if you just invite her over and make dinner and then just make the movie background noise so you guys can actually ,,, you know,,, talk 

and iwa’s like NO THATS SCUMMY SHES GONNA THINK IM BEING SCUMMY

and oikawas like THEN DONT BE SCUMMY ABOUT IT YOU HEINOUS BITCH

they almost threw hands over this conversation but thats for another day

so iwa invites you over and hes so nervous that he almost chops his damn finger off making you dinner 

but somehow he doesnt come off as nervous bc hes iwaizumi hajime 

he looks so calm and collected and charming and sweet

hes making so much conversation and asking you about your day and your life and everything he can think of

and its so damn smooth but really hes trying to distract you from how his hands are shaking bc hes actually just a big nervous dork

and to top it all off hes a great cook hes literally perfect that man 

he asks what movie you want to watch and actually really is begging you silently to pick something you really want to watch so that it doesnt seem like hes just trying to put smth random on before he seDUCES YOU

and right when you guys are sitting down to watch the movie, he looks out his apartment window and boom--

matsuhanakawa 

hes on the third floor how the fuck are they outside his window 

where did they get that ladder

how do they all fit on it at once 

the world may never know

and then his entire cool composure comes crashing down and hes like 

OI FUCK YOU GUYS 

angry iwa-chan stomping over to the window

he really could have done that better he totally could have ignored them

nope hes seeing red and chewing them out at the window 

but youre laughing your ass off bc there goes your date, once charming and calm, off to whoop some ass 

honestly he thinks hes not getting a second date, but how could you not want a second date? hes iwaizumi hajime

[sohin-ace]

Rohan - It's got to be Rohan

This is inspired by something that just happened to Giovanna. I chose Rohan as the mysterious japanese man.

This is kind of crackfic-ey, it's not to be taken too seriously, I just had a moment with @gio-is-writing. Please don't expect any quality from this.

Also no beta, we die like men, we take it raw, my gangsters.

You were seated in the boarding room of the airport, rubbing your tired eyes. No matter how much you loved travelling and how relaxing your vacation was, you could never get used to the stress of boarding, moving around from one plane to the other and walking kilometers of huge airport grounds.

You barely had any sleep at all and your neck was killing you from the poor excuse of a nap you took in the preceeding plane. You felt like your head was about to fall off from your shoulders.

Now you could only wait for your seat number to be called for your next flight back home after another bizarre adventure.

You tried to mute out the dull background sound of people in the airport, staring out the large window right to the vast runway where workers were signaling pilots and directing planes to the parking zone and moving around to who knows where, making sure air traffic was fluid and secure.

Barely able to focus on the boring sight, your eyes instead fell upon not what was across the glass but rather was was reflecting it.

Right behind you was a young man, seated just there. You could make out his handsome features and beautiful face from where you were.

Now, you tried not to stare and act like a creep, but no matter what you did to distract yourself, your attention always came back to this beautiful stranger sitting so close behind you.

He seemed to be about your age, nicely-styled dark hair, and with very intriguing sharp eyes. He looked asian-phenotyped, but you could never be sure of his exact origins. You could only guess he was most likely japanese.

He had came from the same plane you just landed from and your departure destination was a place known to be popular amongst the Japanese population, so you speculated.

But how could you confirm? You could never just go talk to him. You just couldn't dare. You couldn't imagine walking up to random people asking them if they were japanese or not based on nothing concrete.

Talking to him was out of the question, you thought to yourself. He looked so handsome and intimidating. A normal, basic person like you couldn't just come up to him and strike a conversation, not even knowing if he spoke your language at all. You couldn't muster the courage to do so.

In a pit of despair, you thought of the brilliant idea of trying to peek at his phone discreetly through the glass reflection. Maybe you could see which language it was set in, clearing up the mystery once and for all.

... But all in vain unsurprisingly.

You rubbed your temples in frustration. You didn't know why you were suddenly so infatuated with this man, but for your defense, he was the most interesting thing in the boring, endless wait of your boarding.

Ah, yes. Like that could work. You just had a thing for coming up with clever ideas that you would never execute.

You thought. Hard. What would your best friend do in this situation? Maybe you should just throw logic out the window and punch him in the face for daring intruding your already fragile peace of mind.

Or maybe on the other end of the spectrum you should go out there and kiss him until he doesn't remember his own name.

Sighing at your own very stupid and mindless thoughts, blaming boredom and exhaustion for them, you glanced back at whatever just made noise somewhere in the boarding room.

It seemed like the mysterious supposedly Japanese stranger had the same idea and glanced behind him, your eyes meeting for a brief moment.

You couldn't help but take in his features once again, this time even more clearly. His eyes were greener than emeralds and his skin looked as gentle and heavenly as porcelain. You couldn't believe how soft yet inexpressive he actually looked like from this close.

You even took in his strange bandana, suddenly curious about the odd shape and thinking that could make for a great conversation starter. Nothing weird about asking some stranger about their fashion, right?

But alas, before you could even think about opening your mouth, the beautiful man had already turned back around to mind his own business.

You pouted, thinking of the lost opportunity. The butterflies in your stomach and the burning warmth in your cheeks completely staining your proper judgement on the situation.

Oh you two must be meant for each other. You looked back at the same time, your eyes met. That was a sign, you could already hear the wedding bells singing your union. Your heart was stammering.

Oh you couldn't wait to tell your best friend all about this fictional husband you haven't even talked to at the airport, knowing they would absolutely approve of your ectoplasmic relationship and would root for you all the way, like the supportive friend they were.

You stood up. Maybe you could walk around a bit in his direction, pretending you had something to check somewhere farther in the boarding room, motivated by your own inside pep-talks.

You had no idea what you were doing but you hoped to get his attention somehow. Who knew what could happen. There were plenty of people out there having incredible stories straight out of movies where they found love in such improbable ways, meeting people from across the world once and ending up meeting them again in impossible circumstances or somesuch.

Maybe the little child inside you wanted to live that kind of fantasy as well.

You suddenly regretted looking so awful today. Make up and hair barely done and hardly bothered to put on nice clothes for the sake of comfort and practicity on a long and tiring trip.

Trying to act as nonchalant as ever yet still elegant, you slightly turned back around, only to realize you couldn't see him anymore.

...What? What was going on? What happened? Did he leave? Was his seat called while you were turned around?

Your heart pounded in anxiety, aching for a moment, thinking it was over. That you had lost him forever. Your one true love. The delusional love of your life. The man of your dreams. A nameless soulmate that you knew nothing about, yet that you would trade everything for, even your life.

Your lips threatened to twitch as your held back tears, regretting every decision in your life that had led you to this suffering, this tragedy. God, why did love hurt so much? Why did you have to be the one to go through this?

"Why..." You sobbed dramatically in the middle of the boarding room, walking shamefully as your heart bled. "Why did you go... Why did you have to leave me- Oh... Nevermind he's right there."

Your theatrical number instantly switched as soon as you realised you had just wandered too far and were actually walking in the wrong aisle, quickly coming back to where your and his seat were.

You did not care for the strange looks you were receiving from people sitting by who thought you were completely mental, which you probably were.

All that mattered, is that your handsome Japanese prince charming, your very own 'Ouji-sama' was right here, looking as beautiful as ever, staring down at his device and completely ignoring your entire existence.

As soon as you got back to where your belongings were, extremely frustrated with your imaginary lover's sheer obliviousness, you heard the echoed sound of the boarding room speakers call your name.

'Passenger L/N Y/N. L/N Y/N seat B-17, is requested for boarding. Please present yourself at the gate immediately."

Your mother, much more reactive than you, hurried to gather your luggage and walked towards the gate where you were expected.

You grabbed your bag from your seat and instantly noticed the object of your obssession stand up, briefly staring at his boarding pass in hand, confirming his own seat number.

He looked up and sent you an effortlessly handsome look, staring down at you for a moment and you swore you saw his eyes widen for a split second before returning back to his resting sharp look.

You blushed and flinched at his intense gaze, feeling squirmy under his scrutinizing eyes. You didn't know what to do with your hands and averted your eyes, deciding to join your mother who was already waiting in line.

'W-w-what the hell?' You panicked as he elegantly strided in your direction, his expensive-looking clothes framing his body so perfectly he looked like some Versace supermodel. 'Is he... Following me or something?! No way...'

Just as you thought he was about to board in the same plane as you, bringing your hopes up, he talked to one of the airline agents.

"I'm so sorry sir. We indeed called the seat B-17, but it's for the flight GW3180. For your flight you need to go to that boarding room, on the far left." The lady instructed, giving him thorough indications as he nodded in understanding.

You slumped your shoulders in defeat. He wouldn't board the same plane as you, he just got mistaken. Of course, you thought unsurprised, he would probably go back to Japan, he had no reason to join you, now did he? That would be one unsuspecting trick of fate.

You could just watch him as he walked away, farther and farther away from your reach, never to be seen again. Your chest tightened as his legs took your love away, guiding him to fly off somewhere out of your reach.

"Oh, you recognize him?" Your mother called out, noticing how persistently you were staring at the fine man. "He does look familiar..."

You looked back at your mother in confusion, your curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

"He reminds me of that one japanese child you befriended when we came here for vacation. Oh it was years and years ago. You were still a little kid at the time." She chimed, reminiscent of old times.

You blinked. "I... I can't remember at all, I'm not gonna lie."

She hummed. The waiting line not shortening one bit she added, "He couldn't speak our language at all, but no matter what you were telling him, he always acted like he understood you and nodded his head." She chuckled and you smiled.

"That's... That's adorable." Your voice softened, wishing you could have remembered such a wholesome memory. "What else do you recall about him?"

"He loved to draw in the sand with you. I wonder if he ended up becoming an artist. I think his name was.... Hmm.." She furrowed her eyebrows and held her chin, deep in thoughts, "Hold on I can't remember it's been so long..."

"Well, I can't really blame you for not remembering a japanese name you heard once from years ago." You bashfully reassured her, but she still tried to remember.

"No. I know I remembered his name because it was the same at that one famous French art school.... I think it was... Ro.... What was it... Roh...an..? I think. Yes, Rohan."

Your eyes widened at the name. Yout delusional self couldn't barely hold back the joy of finally putting a name to that beautiful face that stole your heart. Needless to say you were quick to jump to conclusions like on a trampoline.

That was it. 'It's got to be Rohan!' you screamed in the comfort of your own mind.

Oh and what a beautiful name it was too. It rolled out the tongue so naturally. Rohan. Rohan...

"Oh but it's probably not him. The odds of meeting a kid years later like that in the same place are too small..." Your mother dismissed as she showed her boarding pass to the gate agents, not aware that she was crushing your tiny little hopes. "Oh well, whatever."

You liked the fantasy of some impossible reunion with a long lost childhood sweetheart love story much better. Especially with the way he stared at you, as if he remembered you, after all those years.

But for now, you just had to board on that plane and go back home pretending your feelings have never existed, for there was nothing you could do about it.

You could only dream that it had got to be Rohan.

[clonewarssimp]

Why saiki loves you

Warning:language, harassment, fluff

Saiki x GN!reader

—————

This was it, the long awaited beach trip,you and the rest of your classmates had sat in an old buss for what felt like forever just to get here.

and you decided to make the most of the trip despite the amount of creeps everywhere.

Kaido was getting snow cones for himself, you and teruhasi while you sat at a picknick table. ofcourse saiki was probably off getting himself into a mess he can’t leave alone until he fixes it.

It’s what you loved most about the boy. The way he actes like he much would rather be alone and,sometimes that is the case but you know how much he cares for others.

But that’s the thing saiki is to much a sundere to ever open up, even to you. You and saiki have an attraction twards one another, and you both have known that for a while.

but you didn’t want to jump into a relationship just yet. You wanted saiki to show you how he cared for you even if it was something small and simple.

“Y/N?” Kaido snaps you out of your thoughts as he hands you your snow cones.finnaly you speak “Awe thanks Kaido, sorry for zoning out!”

Teruhashi gives one of her glowing smiles as kaido shrinks in on himself while blushing madly. You can hear footsteps coming up behind you and turn to see who it is and why there coming to your table.

It’s a random dude he had to be at least in his late 30’s. So why is he coming over to a table with highschoolers at it?

“Hey! Pretty girl, do you wanna come with me? You look better than any babe I’ve seen in this town.” He is obviously talking to Teruhashi.

“Exscuse me?” You cut in before Teruhashi can say anything. You know she will say anything to make herself look like the perfect girl. witch might even lead her accepting his offer.

You understand why she acts that way. It’s because everyone is always putting these expectations on girls to be a certain way so they can eventually become some guys wife. 

But you have taught your self that your better than that! And if some creep comes up to yourfriend you arnt gonna sit back and watch it happen. “Go fuck off. She’s not coming with you”

Teruhashi gasps “y/n! Be nice and let me do the talking. I’m sorry sir but I’m gonna say no. you see i was just about-“ you cut her off

“NO! You shouldn’t have to exaplian your self to not go with him. there’s no way in hell I’m letting you off with him.”

You can hear behind you kaido whispering to Teruhashi that he’s gonna get someone to help before he runs off.

The man infront of you scowls and looks right at you. “Pathetic, listen here bitch I can do what I want.”

He then grabs your forarm tightly before you can move out of the way. You try and pull back but his grip is to strong.

Anger bubbled in you as you hit him square in the gut witch makes him let your arm go but now you have a bigger problem. Now he’s reaching for teruhashi who looks petrified.

Before you can land another hit on him he turns and pushes you down. “Listen kid I just want her to come with me. That’s it so STOP. FIGHTING.

Apparently since kaido couldn’t find a teacher he called the cops. “Hey stop that!” They yelled “shit!” You hear the man whisper before running off into the street with the police hot on his trail.

......

When that was all over teruhasi tried to act like it was ‘no biggie’ but you knew that was total bullshit so you round up the rest of the girls from your class, And walked back to your hotel room to comfort her.

Kaido peaked his head in “y/n saikis looking for you.” You give an apolagetic look to teruhashi “sorry I’m gonna go see what saiki wants and then I’ll get back so we can all watch a movie. I don’t care witch one but you should all probably decide before I get back.” “Okay!!” They respond happily

........

As soon as you walk into the boys room you think it’s empty until saiki walks up to you “so what happened today? I heard from kaido you got into a fight to protect teruhashi.”

You can tell he’s worried. I mean why else would he call you from your room? As you tell the story you can hear something cracking in the background when your finished the entire window behind you breaks. Your no idiot, you know saikis the one who caused it with his powers.

You gasp from surprise at the sudden noise and look at the tiny glass shards littered across the floor. “ wow saiki. I didn’t know you could get angry.”

You give him a playful smirk and to your surprise instead of denying his anger he responds with “ I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.I don’t know what id do with myself if you weren’t here.”

In that moment you act before you speak and pull him into a kiss to witch he happily leans into. When you pull away you can hear claps and whoops.

Apparently while you were kissing the boys got back from whatever they were doing. Saiki was clearly pissed by the way his eyebrow twitched. And you were just caught in the bliss of kissing your saiki.