#still got the stupid cough but I’m feeling A LOT better

[demon-slayer-kaiden]

“Wait where did you go? You ghosted for like a week??”

Don’t worry about it, have Kaiden and Yuu as lions

[leewritestoomuch]

hi could i rq. general konoha 11 + sand siblings nsfw hcs ! (aged up/boruto ver obv) <3

Also: nobody understands Uchihas better than I do and I don’t even like most of em. /j Why are they all practically evil in fics? I’m going crazy. Most of them are clearly softies when it comes to love. Am I right or am I right???

And sorry, you can tell who I have more ideas for and who I was drawing a blank on.

Oh and sorry yall for the gap in my writing. This one took a while. I’ve been working on it for a bit. And part of it got lost and deleted, so I rewrote it. A long with a couple other stories got deleted and I lost some motivation for a moment lol

Konoha 13 + Sand Siblings HCs

Naruto Uzumaki

He’s energetic, and that 100% applies to in bed too.

Likely inexperienced, but eager. And a little nervous.

Talked big game beforehand, but even if you didn’t know before, you definitely know it was all talk now.

That being said, he’s a quick learner, even if he complains about being confused at first.

I think he’d have like little to no knowledge though, being such a loner for a while, in all. Hope you have patience.

That being said, he is a bit of a pervert with what he does know.

Overall though, he’d set a fast pace, but the sex would still be intimate and soft.

Praise. Praise. Praise. Giving and receiving.

Sasuke Uchiha

No experience, but he knows the ins and outs.

He wasn’t too concerned with sex or anything of that matter before, but when he returned to Konoha, he realized he had feelings for you. So he starts to think about it.

He’s not a pervert like Kakashi or Naruto, and he’d never lose his cool over sexy jutsu, BUTTT he’s secretly horny as hell. Like low sex drive usually, but just being around you makes it sky rocket to abnormal levels.

He’s very private about sex though, so usually only happens in your bedroom or… cough cough in a quiet forest with nobody around cough cough (if you know, you know)

He’s got a breeding kink. Next question.

Uses a mix of degradation and praises.

Lots of demanding, but also lots of giving soooo…

I truly believe Sasuke would be a softer partner than people make him out to be. Like did yall watch Boruto or not?? He’s got awkward and sweet energy. He’s TRYING. He’s emotionally stunted yall.

More dominant and likes to be in control, but will fall apart in your arms anyways. Usually more of a soft dom than anything.

One of the most likely to be fairly kinky though. I think he’d slowly discover he’s into things as they occur or cross his mind.

Sakura Haruno

She knows a lot about the human body.

Might have experience, might not. I could see it either way.

I think your first time with her would happen after like a romantic dinner together. And it would be romantic and slow.

But… that depends on you, because she’ll mostly go with what you want. It makes her happy.

She’s okay with being degraded or praised, but she really only likes to praise you.

Low sex drive.

She likes any position she can see your face.

She’s a switch, depends on her partner’s preference.

Sai Yamanaka

(Obviously not married here but just to have a last name to add)

He read a book about what to do.

Probably does something incredibly stupid at first, but that being said, he’s not an idiot, so not too bad.

You’d probably have to correct him a little bit. Also, tell him to forget the book and just go with the feeling and follow your lead.

You’d be in the lead at first. Probably go down on him first thing.

He’s not small. (I mean did you hear the way he talked to Naruto? He’s probably got something to work with if he’s talking so confidently LMFAO)

So you’d probably have to use your hand for the base while your mouth sucks on about half or so of his cock.

His hand tangles in your hair/rests on top, not pulling, but resting there.

He throws his head back, letting out soft sighs and small moans that escape his lips. He’s not trying to be quiet, but he’s not loud either.

Although, he might have read girls don’t like when guys make noise. Who knows. Then you might have to tell him that’s not true.

At first, sex is just discovering things with him. You’re both exploring how everything feels.

But, after a few times, he starts taking the lead and initiating.

He has a low sex drive though, so he won’t initiate too often.

It’s also hard to get him to realize what you’re asking for if you drop hints. He saw your underwear when you bent over… okay. He might even comment on how you should be more careful since he knows you don’t like to expose yourself so much.

You just deadpan and tell him it was supposed to turn him on.

“Oh.” And now he’s unbuckling his pants and asking you to come sit on his lap. :)

Shikamaru Nara

Low sex drive, usually at least, because now he’s consumed by the desire to be rode by you. Like he dreams about it.

He calls you troublesome to himself when he wakes up hard in the morning occasionally.

He lowkey loves to just lay between your legs or have you sit on his face so he can eat you out (pussy or ass, don’t matter)

Lazy morning sex. He loves it.

He’s dominant, but he can be rather lazy most the time. That being said, he will fuck you how you want him to if you ask.

Degrading but he’s not super mean about it at all. More like soft grunts with degrading terms, but the rest of it comes out more like soft sighs and groans of pleasure and praise.

Choji Akimichi

The sweetest. He takes his time with you every time.

Body worship. More so giving than receiving, but he’ll be a blushing mess if you give back the same energy.

Praise. Lots of it.

He’d be the type to kiss down your body, from your lips to your neck to your chest all the way down til he gets between your legs.

He can’t bring himself to be rough or harsh with you in anyway. No degradation, rough sex, or anything.

Likes to be able to see your face during sex.

He’d like to try food play.

Ino Yamanaka

Pillow princess unless asked to do otherwise.

She loves to be praised and worshipped, but also likes things rougher.

She’s a bit of a brat about things. Constantly going against what you say for fun.

She does it on purpose so you’ll go rougher on her, she likes it.

She also likes when things are slow and romantic though.

And she’d love it if you planned like a candlelit dinner and put a trail of rose petals on like Valentine’s Day, or even just cuz.

Shino Aburame

He’s in charge. He’s on top. Whatever. He doesn’t like to not have control.

He also just wants to please you, and often he’s not too worried about himself.

Might get a little self conscious if you skip over touching him or giving him head more than once. Like if it’s been a few times now and you haven’t bothered… did he do something?

He doesn’t need it, but he just… you know how he is.

He doesn’t make much noise.

But I do believe that right before he cums, he whimpers. He can’t help it, and don’t bring it up afterwards. He’ll be so embarrassed and not want to do it for a while because he’s scared he’ll do it again.

If he gets like that, just tell him you loved it. Then go down on him and tell him you wanna make him do it again.

He’s good with his hands, I just know it.

He can go rough and be stern and demanding, but other than that, he’s rather vanilla.

He’s a big fan of missionary so he can see your face.

And he doesn’t want to do anything unless it’s in your own home or absolute private, like an inn.

Kiba Inuzuka

Hickeys.

He loves giving them.

You will have like 20. From your jaw to your thighs, he’s marked. Plenty of them are visible and hard to hide because they’re dark.

He doesn’t exactly take his time. No, those hickeys are from the entire act. He starts leaving them during foreplay, then when he’s pounding into you, he quiets himself down by latching onto your skin.

When he eats you out, he leaves bite marks and hickeys around your thighs.

He calls it “marking his territory” then has to explain himself because no he doesn’t mean you’re a territory, you’re not a place or an object… he just… you’re his partner!

He’s rough.

Likes doggystyle most, but then he gets upset that he can’t see your face and next time he sets up a mirror.

Quickies. He can’t wait. He’ll whine if you tell him NO he can’t fuck you under the blanket, because YES people will notice the movement.

You might want to settle and pull him into a bathroom and let him fuck you over the counter, but he won’t force or beg you to the point of you giving in or anything. He’ll wait if you really mean no.

He’s got a high sex drive

Very likely to be pretty kinky. He’d be willing to tie you up, spank you, degrade you, etc.

He won’t do pet play. Thinks that shit is weird. So don’t think that because he’s a dog user, he’s gonna act dog like or have you act dog like. In fact, he’s more likely to hate it as a dog user.

I think he’d find any roleplay to be useless though. You could convince him if you wanted, but he’ll complain.

Hinata Hyuga

Much more intimate and gentle sex is what she wants

She’s not a pillow princess. She literally fantasizes about pleasing her partner.

Like probably day dreams, gets lost in her own thoughts, then is a blushing mess when she realizes that somebody is talking to her and she’s imagining what your moans would sound like when she’s between your legs, ESPECIALLY if the person talking to her is you.

She likes to do it in private, but she can’t deny that she imagines doing it where you both currently are. Not that she would.

Secretly has a high sex drive

Long refractory period though. She needs breaks between rounds.

Neji Hyuga

Took him a while to get vulnerable enough to take off his clothes if he’s being honest

Also I think Hyuga’s are very reserved and conservative until marriage, but he has such a tough time following that.

He really wants to jump your bones. And it’s almost like the fact he can’t because of his clan’s reserved and traditional nature just makes it WAYYYY more tempting.

You’re literally irresistible to him

Secretly, he’s just a little bit of a pervert. (Like Rock Lee’s Ninja Pals says he is)

I think he would have wet dreams from sexual frustration. Like the longer he holds back from having you under him, the worse it gets. Like a disease with no treatment.

I think your first time with him would be sudden, and it would be his first time ever.

You’d look WAYYYYY to good, and this time he can’t bring himself to ignore the boner he gets. No he’s gotta see if you’ll indulge him.

He may stop and pull away, get his act together if you remind him of his clan’s pride, and how he was so bent on following it before.

Maybe the first time, but by the next time he tries to give in, there is no try. He is cancelling any plans y’all had and tearing the outfit that made your body look so irresistible off.

He doesn’t have a super high sex drive, but he has such a hard time resisting just laying you down when you look so damn good. You are the reason he’s horny.

He loves when you ride him, and he WILL whimper. He tries not to, but Neji can’t be silent with the way you are squeezing him. The way you do it is so perfect, every bounce is drawing a noise out of him until he’s literally just letting out a stream of loud whimpers as he cums.

I think his cum would actually taste good. Next question.

Rock Lee

Perverted…

He feels bad for it when he catches himself, but Oop it’s too late… he’s got a boner

Boners are obvious in that green spandex…

He wouldn’t agree with doing it in public or semi-public though, but if you noticed his behavior or boner and pulled him off into the bathroom, ignoring his “this is indecent!” Protests because when you look at him before diving in to give him head, his eyes are literally pleading and he shuts up, pushing his hips towards your face.

He can’t be quiet so you’ll have stuff something in his mouth or cover it with your hand.

He secretly wants your chest in his face. He’s a chest guy. Boobs, pecks, whatever. He loves everything chest.

But he also loves ass. Small or big. Wants to grab a handful anyways.

Total switch

Because listen, he loves to pin your hips down and force you to accept the pleasure you’re trying to deny yourself.

Loves to pound his hips against yours until you’re a mess, but he also loves to do as you say.

He loves to be broken down until he’s in pieces by your mouth, body, words, whatever.

He whimpers like constantly, especially when he’s submissive. He tries to shut up when he’s dirty talking as he’s in charge, but he lets GO otherwise.

Tenten

I’m sorry her portion of this will be… lacking. I don’t know enough to say much. I love her, but I’ve never really thought about this at all.

I think she’d be a switch, but prefers to be in charge.

I think she’s depend greatly on you though.

If you don’t want to bottom/sub, that’s good.

Or vise versa.

She likes to take her time when she’s in control.

She’s fairly willing to try new things if you want to.

She enjoys going down on you most of all.

Gaara of the Sand

He’s very private about everything. He believes that his private life and his kazekage life should stay relatively separate. However, it is known that you are his partner. That’s no secret.

He’s not super into PDA, so it’s no surprise that he refuses to do anything risky or public in anyway.

He will not do it in the kazekage’s office. He has too much respect for it, but he also doesn’t want to get caught anyways.

He’s very intimate during. Slow and sensual for sure.

I can see him being into bondage, but like you get tied up, not him. But… depends. And might take some encouragement.

Refuses to hurt or degrade you for any reason. He only does praise. He could not bring himself to call you names or anything. Or to draw blood from you or hit you, etc. he doesn’t see why those things should be brought into the bedroom for “fun.”

He doesn’t think they’re fun.

He knew like nothing about sex before you. I actually think he’d have no idea how to initiate at first so you definitely initiated it.

I think he’d be the type you have to teach what to do a bit, but he gets the hang of it quickly. Then next time, he’s got every spot memorized.

Awkward. Like the first couple times were awkward, but romantic and cute.

Kankuro of the Sand

One word: kinky.

He likes to degrade you with a shit eating grin on his face. His degradation feels like a compliment most of the time though. Like he calls you a slut and it feels like he’s calling you a prince/princess. It’s confusing.

He’s so good at dirty talk. He’ll have you writhing in your spot, desperate for him and he’s not even touched you yet.

He’s got incredible patience when it comes to you. He takes his time breaking you down into a mess for him.

His face paint would 10 billion percent be smeared across your thighs and chest. Your neck is purple from bites AND his face paint to the point you can’t tell which is which.

Only when you wash off the face paint do you realize he left way too many dark hickeys that’ll probably take at least a week to fade away.

Confront him about this and he’ll just laugh.

Don’t tempt him to leave more, because he will.

He forces you to maintain eye contact when he goes down on you. If you look away for more than like 3 seconds, he give you a little tap as a warning, but twice and he stops.

Orgasm denial for sure. He would be the type to make up an excuse as to why he pulled away. He tells you all sorts of excuses. “You weren’t moaning enough.” “You moved your hips too much. Stay still.” And of course, “you looked away.”

He can make you cum hard almost every single time. You see stars.

The most fun part for him isn’t dicking you down, it’s the breaking you apart and putting you back together again.

Temari of the Sand

Dominant. Dommy mommy for sure.

Even when she decides to “sub” or “bottom,” she’s not doing a good job at it. She’s still telling you what to do, where to move, etc.

She’ll pull your hair, slap you, etc. as long as you are okay with it and want her to.

Loves to boss you around, telling you what she wants. Demanding you to please her.

“Get on your knees”

Head pusher for sure, but you two have a like physical que to let each other know when it’s enough.

All that being said, sometimes she really really just wants sweet, slow sex. Intimate nights filled with nothing but love.

She likes to keep all of this private though. No public or risky stuff.

However, she does like to do it beyond just in bed.

Would be the type to start kissing all over your neck, unbuttoning your shirt while you’re trying to cook breakfast.

You might want to turn the stove off.

[nereidprinc3ss]

rubber duck

in which reader is sick and spencer takes care of his girl!!

fluff (18+ for nudity) warnings/tags: reader referred to as girl, non-sexual undressing + nudity/intimacy, reader takes bath, spencer doesn't but he is in fact present a/n: heeeeyyy guys.... sorry for not posting for a month... accept this as a token of my gratitude and know that smut is in the works. keep sending requests, might not answer them but you never knoww!!

Spencer gets home around ten PM. Granted, it’s not a completely unreasonable time for someone to be asleep, but for you? A person who’d rather not go to bed at all than wake up before eight in the morning? You being passed out on the couch at this time is definitely abnormal.  

He drops his bag on the coffee table as he approaches, kneeling next to where you’re curled up in the dark room. Part of him doesn’t want to wake you if you’re tired, but he’s mildly concerned. Normally after him being away all week you’ll stay up until he gets home regardless of how late (or early) it is. Ambient light coming in through the window allows him to see the sickly sheen to your skin, and he feels your forehead with the back of his hand. 

“Spence?” you murmur, trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes. His response is equally quiet, wavering slightly. 

“Hey. Are you feeling okay, angel?” 

Even though you decidedly are not, your spirit lifts considerably at the sight of him in front of you. A wave of caramel hair falls over his furrowed brow as he scans your face, looking for signs that something is wrong. You brush it away, hand coming to rest on his cheek. 

“I’m fine. I missed you a lot.” 

Your voice is a paper-thin whisper, giving you away even as you try to downplay your condition. 

“I missed you too, but I’m a little worried. You’re pretty warm.” His eyes dart away from your face and down your body, seeming to notice your attire for the first time. “Did you go to work?” 

“I tried to. But I had to come home at early. I guess I didn’t make it all the way to bed.” 

This seems to worry him even more, if the way his eyes narrow and the line of his mouth tightens is anything to go by.  

“How long have you been asleep?” 

“Well... what time is it?” you ask sheepishly, still disoriented. 

“10:20.” 

“Oh god,” you moan, burying your face into a pillow (which does not make breathing any easier through all the congestion), “I’ve been sleeping for eight hours!” Panic wells in your chest at the ridiculous notion that you somehow lost an entire day to sleep.  "I didn't mean to-"

“Shh, relax, it's fine. Your immune system works a lot more efficiently when you’re asleep. It’s the best thing you can do when you’re sick. Studies show that melatonin may actually be an effective antiviral, and people who sleep seven hours a night are 300% less likely to develop an illness than people who sleep only five hours a night.” 

Despite yourself, you smile into the pillow at his unprompted information dump.

“So... am I... 500% more likely to be better tomorrow?” 

He laughs, running a hand through your hair. 

“I don’t even know where you got that number.” 

“I failed statistics in high school,” you mutter, pushing yourself up onto an elbow. 

“Honey, that’s Algebra.” 

You bury your face in your hand and laugh at your own stupidity- before it devolves into a coughing fit.  

“Ugh, I’m sorry. I know you hate germs,” you say once you’ve managed to get the coughing under control. You look at his face, but there are no signs of disgust or fear. 

“I could never hate your germs. But I am worried about the cough... do you think a bath would help?” 

You mull it over. Part of you wants to rot on the couch forever, but the more rational part knows you should definitely get up and try to take care of yourself. With a helping hand from Spencer you rise, stumbling into his waiting arms like a foal on shaky legs. Immediately you feel fatigued, but he patiently guides you to the bedroom and sits you on the mattress before disappearing into the adjoining bathroom. 

For a few minutes the only sound aside from you catching your breath is the tub filling from the other room. Soon he returns, to find you curled up on the bed and barely conscious once more. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he sighs, gathering you up in his arms and helping you to your feet once more. “You really don’t feel good, huh?” 

You shake your head, allowing yourself to be carefully herded into the bathroom. Spencer moves to sit on the edge of the steaming tub, pulling you forward gently by your belt loops. Deftly he begins to undo your jeans as you fumble with the buttons on your shirt. 

“I feel like I’m dying,” you groan. He glances up at you.

“I wish you would have told me you were sick. I would have come home earlier.”  

“I thought about it,” you admit sheepishly, “but I figured better I be sick and alone than more people potentially end up dead because I’m too needy.” 

Your boyfriend sighs, resting his hands on your hips as he looks up at you with a mix of earnestness and admonishment.  

“At least tell me next time. I don’t like the idea of you here all alone without anyone knowing you’re ill.” His fingers press gently into your flesh to emphasize his point. “Okay?” 

“Okay,” you agree softly, without hesitation. Spencer’s expression softens too, and he leans forward to press a kiss to your sternum. 

“In,” he directs after you wiggle out of your jeans, getting out of the way and helping you into the water. He watches as you carefully submerge yourself, a little tense as if he’s ready to jump into action at any second. “Is it too warm? I tried not to make it too hot because your body temperature is al-” 

“It’s perfect,” you reassure, sinking further in. Steam billows up around you and you sniff. “Lavender?” 

Spencer nods, settling on the floor next to you. 

“And mint. I’m surprised you can actually smell it.” 

Normally you’d tease him for his fussing, but the minty steam really does seem to be helping you breathe a bit easier. After only a few minutes, you feel noticeably better. 

“Will you read to me?” you ask dropping your head to your shoulder to look at him. 

He’s leaning against the wall and monitoring you with a contented look on his face. At the suggestion his eyebrows raise. 

“Of course. What do you want to hear?” 

“Fairytales. But only the super gory ones. The more disturbing the better.” 

“What? No Jane Austen?” 

“Ugh, no. I need to hear about terrible things happening to beautiful princesses so I can feel seen.” 

A small smirk graces his lips as he regards you, eyes sparkling with humor and thinly veiled affection. 

“You are utterly ridiculous.” 

“You have to be nice to me when I’m sick,” you whine, slinking lower into the bubbles. Spencer hums in sympathy, running his hand through the water to check the temperature before trailing his knuckles over your arm. 

“My poor sick girl,” he teases. You huff indignantly, attempting to hide the way his words make you melt into the bathwater. 

“Just get the book, Spencer.” 

“Yes ma’am.” He kisses your forehead (covertly gauging your fever, you’re sure) before pushing off the ground. You watch him leave, heart overflowing with adoration even though you still feel sick. Maybe it’s the bath that’s helping, or maybe it’s just his presence.  

A minute later he returns to his post beside you bearing Grimm’s Fairytales and a tall glass of water, which he tells you to drink all of before he starts reading. Regardless of how unwell you feel, you find the energy to make sarcastic comments about the characters’ intelligence and the implausibility of the plot (it’s a fairytale, Spencer reminds you) but soon the soothing cadence of his voice enthralls you. The illustrations and the story capture your imagination as you rest your head and arms on the side of the tub. 

More time has gone by than you realize when you begin to shiver in the now lukewarm water. Spencer notices, finally setting the book down. 

“Ready to get out?” 

You nod and he helps you step out of the tub, pulling you close and wrapping you with a fluffy towel. Absolutely no heed is given to the state of his own clothing as your wet skin soaks his shirt, or his own health as he breathes in your air. 

“I’m gonna get you sick, Spence,” you say anxiously, making a feeble attempt to pull away. Spencer doesn’t even begin to allow it, holding you even tighter. The honesty of his words is reflected in his eyes as he looks down at you adoringly. 

“I can live with the idea of spending a few days at home together.” 

You lean into him further, too tired to hold much of your own weight up. 

“I can’t believe you have to intentionally get sick to get time off work.” 

“You’re definitely worth it.” He kisses the top of your head and rubs your back for a moment.  

“And to think,” you muse, the words muffled by his shirt, "when we first met, you wouldn’t even shake my hand.” 

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

can u guess which gif will be at the end of this. can you guess. i'll bet at least a few of you can guess XD

Charlie: "New plan- group bonding through shared, SAFE, suffering!"

Alastor: “Oh joy~”

Husk: "Not this fucking shit again."

Angel Dust: "Well hey as long as it's consensual sufferin'~"

Niffty: (lifts arms at vaggie) "YEEET ME!!!"

Vaggie: "Ughh... no."

Niffty: "Aww."

Vaggie: "I'm never living that one down am I?"

Charlie: "Vaggie, you don't need to live anything down EVER-"

Alastor: "Cough cough! Lied to her girlfriend for three years, cough cough!"

Angel Dust: "Dude you're not supposed t' SAY cough."

Husk: “That’s the part you’re fucking annoyed at?”

Charlie: "-and the POINT is, your whole idea about going through hell to trust the people who go through it with you? Not entirely on the wrong track!"

Vaggie: "Yaaay."

Husk: "You fucked up but for the right un-shitty reasons."

Vaggie: "Great. Thanks."

Charlie: "SO! We're all gonna share the worst work day of our lives with each other!"

Niffty: "Share?" (excited) "By INFLICTING them on each other!?"

Charlie: "Talking, Niffty. We're going to, talk about them."

Niffty: "Aww...."

Husk: "Is there a time limit."

Angel Dust: "Is there a rating limit?"

Alastor: (thoughtful) "Does it still count as a terrible work day if I was able to murder them at the end of it?"

Charlie: "Uhhhh-"

Vaggie: "How 'bout we stick to how it made us feel, rather than all the... X rated... gory details?"

Niffty: (sighs) (slumps over) "This is my worst most terrible work day ever.."

Charlie: "And how do you FEEL about it?"

Niffty: "Sad..."

Vaggie: "I'll let you use my spear for roach hunting after this."

Niffty: (bouncing up) "OH THE EMOTIONS! WHATEVER ONES YOU WANT FROM ME I DON'T CARE, I HAVE THEM!!!"

Husk: "What the fuck."

Angel Dust: "Yeesh."

Charlie: "Okay that's, that's enough sharing from you. Good, um, good job!"

Niffty: "Spear spear spear-"

Charlie: "Well MY worst work day was definitely the one where we were besieged by an army of murderous angels heaven-bent on the full scale slaughter of most of my family! And they actually did kill one! Yeah- that." (laughs) "That fucking sucked and I hated it!"

Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty: (GASP)

Charlie: "What? What??"

Angel Dust: "You said the "H" word, toots.."

Vaggie: "She said a lot more than that while writing an angry text to heaven afterwards."

Charlie: "Hey! You checked the text for me- you know I was polite!"

Vaggie: "Charlie, it was the most aggressively polite 'fuck off' anyone's ever written in the history of all creation. I’m so proud of you for it."

Charlie: "Heh."

Alastor: “Cough get a room please cough.”

Angel Dust: “’m TELLING YOU that’s NOT how it’s supposed ‘t WORK you're not supposed t' SAY IT-”

Charlie: "Ah-hem. Um. Husk? Worst work day-?"

Husk: "Still living it."

Hotel Crew: "....."

Husk: "...but you stupid fuckers are keeping me company through it, so, fucking thanks I guess."

Charlie: (tearful) "Oh Husk. That's so..."

Angel Dust: "Love you too, Mr. Whiskers~"

Husk: "Shut the fuck up."

Vaggie: "Hey."

Husk: "Him, not her. The day your “her” shuts the fuck up is the day we all know we're fucked."

Charlie: "Gosh I hope not." (wipes eyes) "Angel Dust? You wanna...?"

Angel Dust: "My worst shitty day was also my BEST day."

Charlie: (bracing herself) "O...kay...?"

Angel Dust: "A friend came to work an' almost killed the boss for me. Can ya believe that? An' the only reason she didn't open him up a few new 'fun' an' 'interestin' holes of his own was 'cause I had to stop her."

Vaggie: "HELL YEAH!"

Charlie: "You mean-"

Angel Dust: "Yeah. Thanks, apple cheeks. I spent good crack money commissionin' fanart of you wrecking his shit."

Charlie: "WHAT!?"

Vaggie: "You have GOT to let me see that."

Charlie: "VAGGIE!"

Vaggie: "Oh come on, it's better than him buying crack, right?"

Angel Dust: "It def looks waaay better on my wall."

Charlie: "I- that's not-"

Niffty: "Is there BLOOD?"

Charlie: "Oh please don't let there be any-"

Angel Dust: "SO much blood, baby."

Charlie: "Noooo...!"

Vaggie: "Now I really need to see it."

Charlie: "H-WHA?"

Husk: "I really need a fucking drink."

Charlie: "I'm- you know what? I'm pretending I didn't hear any of that. La la la! I have complete deniability!"

Alastor: "That's the spirit! You hardly knew him, certainly never fantasized about decorating him with his own entrails! Just keep reminding yourself of that while hiding the body~!"

Charlie: "NO! Just.... well maybe for him..."

Vaggie: "You're so pretty."

Charlie: (pouting) "We need to commission a piece of you standing over Lute with your spear at her throat. It's not FAIR otherwise."

Vaggie: "Anything for you, babe."

Alastor: "How saccharine. Young love hand in hand, spattered in blood."

Charlie: "A-anyway. Alastor. Your turn."

Alastor: "Hmm. Well, there was the time someone reorganized the reels, somehow without mentioning it to me before air time. And without asking me before hand. But..."

Husk: "Here it comes."

Alastor: "Reorganized their organs for them later that night, likewise unasked, was QUITE fun."

Charlie: "I THOUGHT WE SAID WE COULD JUST TALK ABOUT OUR FEELINGS!"

Alastor: "My feelings?"

Niffty: "PURE UNDILUTED JOY"

Alastor: "Mm no, they didn't scream enough for that..."

Charlie: "AAAAAH!" (covers ears)

Alastor: "Shall we say perhaps, accomplished?"

Vaggie: "Over one murder? Wow. You're sure easy to please."

Alastor: "I've always believed in quality not quantity when it comes to my passion projects. Swift, thoughtless killings are so passé."

Angel Dust: "Y'know, meeting you has really ruined the whole dashing dapper man w' a tinted glass monocle for me. It's that creepy grin. You're a total boner kill."

Alastor: "Oh I do try."

Vaggie: "What about the day you died? Didn't you get fucking shot like a deer, venison a la Alastor?"

Alastor: "Fan of my history, hmm?"

Vaggie: "The TV future about it is pretty funny, not gonna lie."

Alastor: "Ah ha ha! TV DID YOU SAY."

Vaggie: "Vox airs it. Every day."

Alastor: "AND YOU WATCHED IT. HMM?"

Vaggie: "Every. Day."

Angel Dust: "I bring the popcorn and pills."

Husk: "I mix the fucking drinks."

Niffty: "I wish it had more BLOOD!"

Alastor: "ET TU, NIFFTY?"

Charlie: "Okay okay, that's WAY more than enough from you, reel back in the shadow monsters please-"

Alastor: "AHAHAHAH...!" (fades into shadows)

Angel Dust: "Creep. He's prob'ly vaping off to go curse the TV again."

Husk: "For mother fuck. I've got that cooking show coming on tonight. Will smacking the aerial with the angel spear get it working again?"

Vaggie: "Probably...?"

Charlie: "Vaggie!" (desperate) (hopeful) "You have a normal worst day at work to finish this exercise off with, right!?"

Vaggie: "...."

Vaggie: "Uh, well sweetie...."

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Dallas Dating A Curtis!Reader

Buckle up buttercups, this is gonna be fun!

As always, to fit the age bracket, you’re either Soda’s twin, or you were born between Sodapop and Ponyboy

Pick and choose as you see fit, but I’m definitely seeing more opportunity for a Sodapop’s twin sibling-

Anywayyyssssssss

Lemme set the stage a little bit, alright? Cause there’s a bunch of ideas floating around in this brain of mine-

You’ve had a crush on Dal for the longest time and I mean the longest time- ever since he stumbled in with that stupid white blond hair and that stupid New York accent and that stupid little attitude of his- you’d been head over heels

And low and behold, Dallas had been nursing a few feelings for you as well, hiding them a little better than you had been

So of course, y’all flirt and mess around and all the rest of the boys are a little suspicious but you and Dal both deny that there’s anything between the two of you

That changes a few weeks before the Curtises die, you and Dallas go on an official date down to the nightly double (he timed it with your favorite films cause he’s romantic like that) and bada bing bada boom, y’all are dating

But it’s a secret and no one knows but here comes the funeral and you’re holding Dallas’ hand through the whole thing, crying into his shoulder and he’s cradling the back of your head and everyone knows there’s something up

Darry doesn’t like it- not even a little bit- he doesn’t love that you’re dating Dal one smidgeon of a bit

He likes Dal well enough, he’s got to, they’re in the same gang, but like- he knows Dallas well enough too to know that maybe this isn’t the best thing

Dare’s biggest concern is your heart and whether or not Dal’s gonna break it by doing something stupid like fooling around with someone else or getting hauled in for something big and leaving you alone forever

Sodapop’s a little more okay with it? But he’s still a little hesitant, especially when Dally likes to get a little more physical than he needs to

*cough cough* kissing you way past decent under the porch light when he’s dropping you off at home after a date, sliding his hand into your back pocket to keep you close, just generally being Dal and pushing the limits of what is publicly decent *cough cough*

But!

Where the real fun is located is with our dear darling Ponyboy!

It’s canon, I’m pretty sure and I’m pretty confident after reading the book fifty million times, that Ponyboy “doesn’t like” Dally and thinks he’s kinda scary

But at the same time, we all know that boy looks up to Dally too and Dally has a soft spot for him

I’m seeing like- Ponyboy and Johnny and Dallas hanging out, just the three of them, and Dal’s trying to be all nonchalant and stuff, smoking casually as he tries to ask Ponyboy about how you’d like certain things

Dally tries to subtly run almost all his date ideas past Ponyboy before he takes you out because yeah, he really does like you, and sometimes he’s just a little unsure of himself with how much he cares about you

Now. When he gets hauled in, and we know it’s going to happen, let's be honest with ourselves folks, when he gets hauled in, his phone call is going to go to the Curtis house

He’s gonna ask for you and he’s gonna apologize for having to be gone for so long

If I was you? I’d cry, I’d scream, I’d be angry and sad and frustrated because why does he keep making stupid decisions?

But I’m gonna tell you this-

Putting up with stupid decisions and working through tough times like this? It’s gonna be a lot of the relationship, and it’s gonna be pretty prominent in your time with Dally

If that’s not for you? Then maybe, maybe it won’t work out

But that’s alright too! All the more for me :D

[raineandsky]

Hi, Hello! It's me again!!

Would you PLEASE write a story where a hero tries his best to hide his severe injury from the Villain? The Villain tries to know&patch up the wound, but the hero gets all nervous and tries to run away. It would be DELICIOUS if the hero got injured somehow because of the Villain(directly or indirectly).

I know it's too cliche, but I would love it if it's in your style!

You don't have feel pressure to write this, of course, and as always, I'm always rooting for ya!! Thank you for writing such wonderful stories. I always appreciate it!

hi hello!! there's no such thing as a cliche in this house - just things we read and write a lot because we enjoy them :D thank you again for the request!

“Jesus Christ, [Hero],” the villain spits venomously, “why the hell would you hide that?”

For a moment, the hero’s only answer is ragged breathing. Then, “I knew you’d be weird about it.”

Of course the villain’s going to be weird about it. The hero’s suit is painted crimson, his hand shaking as he tries to cover what he can of the damage. Which isn’t much, seeing as his hand is hand-sized and the staining is moving well beyond that range now.

The villain turns to root through his bag, wrangling a roll of bandage from one of the pockets. “I caught you bad, didn’t I?” he says starkly. “I- I didn’t realise how bad it was, Jesus—”

The hero’s attention is still on the wound in his side. “I thought this would’ve been a good thing for you,” he says tensely. “I thought the whole point of these fights was to kill the other person.”

The villain has been carefully not hurting the hero too badly in the hopes of avoiding this exact conversation. “Just because I’m a villain,” he says slowly, “doesn’t mean I’m inclined to literal murder.”

He takes a step towards the hero, met with an awkward stumble back from the other. “N-No,” the hero says weakly. “No, it’s not that bad.”

“Don’t be stupid.” The villain feels awfully like he’s talking to a child. A stupid, annoying child with zero self-preservation skills. “You’re bleeding out all over this lovely pavement. Come here.”

It’s like the idea of going anywhere near the villain is too much. The hero turns and breaks into a staggering run.

The villain starts after him, but he doesn’t get far before the hero’s wound gets the better of him. He stumbles once, and with one heroic attempt to recover, keels straight over. The villain’s heart leaps traitorously as his nemesis meets the unforgiving concrete.

“Did you just die?” the villain asks severely as he reaches the hero’s side, but his heartbeat finally slows a little when the hero answers him with a pained groan. “You did the exact opposite of what I told you, you idiot.”

“I don’t listen to villains,” the hero retorts weakly.

“Well, some villains have first aid training, so maybe think about that next time you want to ignore me.”

The villain wishes the wound was on the hero’s back, because then he wouldn’t feel the stare burning into the side of his face as he finally unravels a line of bandaging. He tries to concentrate on the work—hold the edges of the bandage, make sure it covers beyond the wound—but the feeling is too uncomfortable. He glances at the hero and immediately regrets it.

“This is awfully nice of you,” the hero says quietly, “for a villain.”

Secure the bandaging with tape. The villain, thankfully, gets to break away to grab his bag again. “I need the practise,” he lies.

“Ha.” The hero coughs, his face taut, his hand hovering nervously as the villain bats him away from the wound. “If you needed the practise, you would’ve hit me harder long before now.”

The villain, for a moment, considers the possibility of just leaving him on the floor. A bit rude to be bringing this up when the villain’s in the midst of doing him a favour, but… a point that’s hard to dodge. So hard to dodge, in fact, he has to avoid it by doing what he does best.

“Says you,” the villain sneers as he unrolls some tape. “Trying to run away from medical attention seems counter-intuitive, doesn’t it?”

It works like a dream. The hero’s gaze finally falls away sheepishly. “Yeah, well, imagine what the agency would say. Being attended to by a villain is probably a broken rule in my contract somewhere.”

“Uh huh. If you say so.”

The hero’s eyes turn back to the villain as he carefully lays the last strip of tape on his side. “I think you don’t hit me hard because you like me.”

The insolence of the comment makes the villain’s gaze snap back to him, just in time to see the shit-eating grin on the hero’s face. “Speak for yourself,” the villain retorts. “You’re the one who ran away from the prospect of me touching you.”

The grin recedes into nothing, and the villain adorns it in the hero’s stead. “I’ll try not hit you so hard next time,” he adds after a moment.

“That’d be nice.” The hero eases himself upright, patting the bandaging testily. “I’ll try not let you hit me so hard next time, too. I never want to do this again.”

God, the villain can’t believe he’s reached the day he agrees with a hero.

[villain-enthusiast]

Could you write a hurt hero and guilty caretaker villain fic where they fight and villain accidentally hurts hero too much and feels bad after?

tw: injury, blood/gore

The hero wheezed, the sound too breathless for the villain to be completely sure that they only sliced their abdomen.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. The villain’s hand tightened over the hilt of their knife, which was coated in a little too much blood. They struggled to muster the courage to turn around and make sure their opponent was not as injured as they sounded.

Please be okay. Tackle me, throw me down while my back is turned, please—

Thud.

The villain whipped around to see the hero collapsed on the ground, a hand pressed desperately to their side as red seeped from between their fingers.

“Shit, Hero.” The villain scrambled over to them, falling to their knees to examine the injury and immediately felt their heart drop.

Stab wound. Deep, deep stab wound. Definitely internal organ damage, likely fatal without immediate treatment.

The villain dragged a hand through their hair frantically as they felt panic rise in their throat. How could have they been so sloppy? Just a cut, it was just supposed to have been a cut—

“Villain,” the hero suddenly rasped, cutting through their spiraling thoughts. “Why the hell are you still here?”

The villain blinked. “Wh-what?”

A rattling cough shook the hero’s frame and they spat blood to the side, much to the villain’s dismay. “You won, you got me. Kill me already, goddamnit.” The hero’s glassy gaze flicked to the dagger still in the villain’s tight grasp. “Just…make it fast.”

Realization jolted through the villain and they threw the knife to the side like it had been set on fire. “No. No no no, Hero. I don’t, I didn’t…” they trailed off, struggling for the right words as guilt clawed up their throat. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you like this, I’ve never even killed anyone before—,”

“Woah, hey.” The hero’s brow furrowed, although the villain couldn’t tell if it was from the pain or how their sworn nemesis was literally apologizing to them. Maybe it was both. “Since when did you get sentimental?”

The villain barely processed the hero’s light-hearted tease. They felt like their head was underwater, their lungs choked up in their own remorse. “I—,” they choked out, “I don’t know. Oh God.” Their hands hovered over the hero’s stomach, frozen, unsure of what to do or where to go.

The hero groaned minutely, clearly trying to stifle the sound. “Y’know,” they panted, “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it would be so much better if you could just send me to heaven now.” Their eyes shuttered. “Whether you meant to stab me or not, I’m in a lot of pain, Villain.”

The villain felt their gut twist violently. They could just end it now, put the hero out of their misery—but the villain knew they wouldn’t be able to do that, and yet, they couldn’t leave the hero to bleed out in pain…

They shook their head. God, they were wasting time. Life was seeping out of the hero with every passing second, and they still didn’t know what to do—

They jolted. My house. I can get them to my house a few blocks from here.

Stupid stupid stupid. How did they not think of it before? The villain sprung into action, tearing off a long strip of their shirt. “Hero,” they said—shouted, rather to keep their opponent from losing consciousness, “I’m going to wrap your wound, okay?”

The hero huffed a sound that might’ve been a chuckle if they weren’t so weak. “That’s totally going to save me. A thin piece of your cotton shirt.”

“I’m trying to help you!” the villain retorted as they tied the cloth strip around the hero’s abdomen, wincing when they grunted in pain. “I’m taking you to my house. It’s five minutes from here, less if I run. Can you just,” they swallowed around the lump in their throat, “try to not die for a little longer?”

The hero smirked sloppily. “No promises,” they joked, but their gaze darkened. “You better run fast.”

The villain gathered the hero up in their arms as gently as they could and began to sprint down the alleyway. “You’re going to live, Hero. You have to live.” They clutched the hero a little closer to their chest. “I need you.”

The last three words tumbled out of the villain’s mouth before they could stop themselves. But from the way they felt the hero jolt in their arms, at they way their eyes widened slightly, the villain knew that their confession was giving the hero the strength to fight everything in them to stay awake.

And for the villain, that was all they needed to do exactly what the hero needed them to do: run fast.

[slasherstories123]

I've had this idea for a while but I can't write for shit😭 could you do RZ Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees with a s/o who's been with them for a while and just absolutely have their hearts and the slashers find the horrific sight of their s/o on the brink of death. The cause can be anything and Please have the s/o live I'm a sucker for happy endings❤️

Rz! Michael and Jason’s reaction to their s/o on the brink of death

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Rz! Michael Myers

Michaels cold manner came ever since he was in that sanitarium.

In this case, when he sees you nearly dying, he did things you’ve never seen him do.

You were sick. Very sick, and if you didn’t get medical help soon you’d die. When he came back he saw you on the floor.

The silent man stared at you for a few seconds before falling to his knees. Dropping the knife as he squeezed you for dear life. Michael didn’t know what to do, he can’t let you die. It won’t sit right with him, sure he kills lots of people but it doesn’t feel right to know that you’re dead. You’re kind to him, and cared for him like his mother did. He didn’t kill you and you accepted him. You looked up at him while letting out a bad cough. “Mike… when did you get here?” He didn’t move not let out any grunts in response. Grabbing on your shoulder when you tried to get up.

“I’m so sorry Michael… I didn’t want you to see me like this..” Thoughts raced through his head, he can’t go out like this, they’ll take him down and will think that he killed you. There’s only one option left…. He snatched his mask off, his dirty blond hair covered his face. You were taken back by the sudden movement but was too weak to do anything. He picked you up and walked out. He can’t drive, he doesn’t know how to. Michael’s used to walking, if he can walk all the way back to haddionfield, then he can surely walk you to the hospital.

Once you were taken into proper care, he left you there to heal, but would watch you from afar until you were free. He stayed by your side more after that happened. You didn’t mind, you couldn’t blame him either, for the first time in his life he was scared, scared of loosing you.

Jason Voorhees

One of his victims found out that you were on Jason’s side and got angry, stabbing you in the stomach before running off.

Once Jason saw it he was livid with anger, how dare they do that to you?! He didn’t stop until the guy was dead.

Once he did, he rushed back over to you, seeing that you took the knife out of your stomach, which in your case was a stupid move to do.

Jason freaked out as he looked around for something to stop the bleeding, he took his brown jacket off and put pressure on the wound. He was freaking out on the inside, trying to listen to what his mother was trying to tell him to do.

He tried his best to listen while making sure you were still awake, you didn’t dare open your eyes, but you did it for him, your eyes burned with tears. He felt bad. Luckily the stab wound wasn’t terrible, you just couldn’t move until the healing process was complete. You kept zoning out from time to time which made him tap your arm, begging you to stay awake for just a little while longer . He gently picked you up and took you back to the cabin you shared, now dealing with the wound with actual medical supplies. Then placing you on the bed.

Jason cared for your every need, and when there was nothing else left don’t him to do, he’d rest the side of his head on your stomach as his way of apologizing for letting it happen.

[ladykailitha]

Grief (A Friend Indeed) Part 12

And here we are at the end. Thank you so much for being on this journey with me.

Here we have Steve's POV of the last scene from last week, he talks to Hopper and Steve's uncle further proves he'd be a better parent than Clint Harrington.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11

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Steve watched Eddie march to the truck and let out a shuddering breath. He thought that they had really connected here. But now as they were going back to Hawkins it appeared that Eddie was just going to leave that here in Ashland.

He got to his car and looked at the sad little cooler and just lost it. He started cursing and hitting the steer wheel.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” he hissed. “You never did hear a name, did you, Harrington? Apparently he was in love with someone else all this time and was only being nice because you were having a mental break down.”

He could feel the tears stream down his face. Bitter and angry. “You should have been supporting him not the other way round. That’s probably why he’s soooo pissed at you. Because he was grieving and you made it all about you. Like you always do. Fuck!”

Just then the passenger side door was wrenched open and Eddie slid in.

The tears dried up instantly in his surprise. “Eds?”

And then Eddie proceeded to just knock all his intrusive thoughts out of the fucking ballpark. Just sent them running like a scared dog with its tail between its legs.

Then kissed him about it.

They still needed to have a proper conversation but that could wait until they were back in Hawkins.

Steve could live with that.

*

When they got home they had that talk. Eddie learned about all the different girls who had propositioned him and was pissed on his behalf.

“That’s fucking bullshit,” he said. “You shouldn’t have had to deal with that.”

Steve shrugged. “You had enough on your plate. Plus, I sicced Uncle Danny after them.”

Eddie blinked. “Oh. I think I would have paid good money to see that.”

“I didn’t have to send anyone after Beth though,” Steve said with a grin, “Lauren did that all on her own.”

“I’m so glad you two got along,” Eddie murmured. “But in the future, you tell me these things. I want to protect you, the way you protect everyone else, okay?”

Steve agreed.

Wayne walked into the new house provided by the government, wiping his hands on an old rag.

“Everything is in the garage for us to sort and place later,” he told Eddie.

“You two going to be wanting help getting everything in?” Steve asked.

Wayne shook his head. “Lauren and her Uncle Hal are coming out next week to help out.”

Eddie ran his tongue over his teeth thoughtfully. “Yeah? I didn’t hear about that.”

Wayne had the presence of mind to blush. “It must have slipped my mind.”

“Uh-huh,” Steve and Eddie said together.

Wayne cleared his throat. “So I’m going to be seeing you a lot more now that you and Ed are together?”

Steve grinned, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist and putting his head on his shoulder. “I’ll be here so often, you’ll think I live here.”

Wayne hummed. “We’ll come back to that in a few months.”

Eddie blushed. “Nice to know you aren’t planning the wedding already, old man.”

Wayne blinked innocently. “Oh I am, but I’m thinking fall of next year or the year after.”

Eddie coughed and sputtered as Steve laughed.

He turned to Steve. “Why aren’t you defending me against this?” He waved at Wayne’s smug expression.

“Because I’m already coming up with arguments for a late spring early summer wedding instead.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. “That’s some confidence you got there, darlin’. What makes you think I’ll say yes.”

Steve kissed him, slow and searing.

Eddie blushed. “Yup. Okay. Uh-huh. Point made.”

Wayne just smiled fondly.

*

Steve was really starting to regret setting the party on his Uncles Percy and David.

Robin, El, and Will had kidnapped Percy, while Dustin, Mike, and Nancy had absconded with David somewhere.

Eddie, Lauren, and Jonathan were talking to Hal and Lucas, Max, and Erica were talking to Wayne.

Hopper came up to Steve and put his arm around his shoulders.

Steve relaxed into the embrace.

“You did good, kid,” Hopper said. “I’m proud of you.”

Steve nodded and then rubbed the end of his nose, trying to fight back the tears.

“I had a long talk with Joyce about some of her choices that she made while I was gone,” he continued. “I’m glad I’m out of that hell hole, but she should have made sure everyone was safe first.”

“She had a lot on her plate,” Steve murmured.

Hopped cuffed the back of his head. “Don’t you go forgiving her without her apologizing first. I had to go back to California because apparently some fucked up general decided to shoot up the Byers house in Lenora.”

Steve looked over at Hopper in shock. “They did what now?”

Hopper nodded. “It was a complete shit show. But you have to know, I wouldn’t have just left you behind if I didn’t think you could handle it.”

“I know, I just...”

“Just wish you didn’t have to handle it?” he asked. Steve nodded. “I getcha. I wish you didn’t have to either. But I trust you to take care of everyone here, because I know they’re in safe hands with you.”

Steve choked back a sob. “Thanks, Hop.”

“Still can’t believe you’re dating that Munson kid,” he teased.

Steve pushed Hop way playfully. “Oh fuck off. He’s a good man.”

Hop looked over at him talking to Jonathan and Hal. “If he gets you to take care yourself or at least does it for you, he gets a pass from me.”

Steve blushed. “He takes care of me. It’s incredible how easy he makes it look.”

“I know your family was shit growing up,” Hop said. “But look at it now.”

Steve looked out at the fifteen-sixteen people out there lounging around the swimming pool with fondness.

“I always wanted a big family,” he said softly. “Who would have thought that all it would take is some extra-dimensional monsters to make it happen.”

Hopper chuckled. “I feel you kid. Before I started all this, I had lost my daughter to cancer and my wife to divorce. Now, not only do I have another daughter to take care of, I have a woman I love and her two boys that are like her sons to me.”

Steve made a grimace. “Does that mean Jonathan is my step-brother, because ew.”

“I heard that Harrington!” Jonathan called out.

Steve and Hopper laughed.

Eddie came bounding up to Steve. “I’m not sure I want the Chief as a father-in-law, babe.”

Steve smiled. “Oh that is going to make for some very awkward family dinners.

Percy came up behind Eddie.

“Hello, I’m Steve’s uncle, Percy,” he said extending his hand to Hopper to shake.

“Yeah,” Hopper said. “I’ve been hearing all about you. I’m sorry Clint Harrington kept you away from Steve for all this time.”

Percy nodded. “Jasper being an idiot didn’t help, unfortunately. But I’m in Steve’s life for good. There’s nothing that his parents could do that would change that.”

Steve gave Percy a hug in gratitude.

“Welcome to Hawkins then,” Hopper said with a smile. “It’s bit of a mess at the moment, but it’s home.”

“Well,” Percy said with a smile, “the welcome so far has been amazing I’m happy Steven has a support system now.” He turned to Steve. “May I pull you away for a moment. There’s something I would like to talk to you about.”

Steve looked at Hopper and Eddie who both shrugged. “Sure, lead the way.”

Percy went inside the kitchen and sat down at the counter. “When you told me that you didn’t get into the colleges and universities you applied for, I called around.”

Steve frowned. “Why? My grades slipped after Christmas my senior year. I ended at 2.76 GPA. I figured that wasn’t good enough to get in.”

“Yes,” Percy said. “If they only looked at your senior year. But they don’t. They look at a cumulative GPA from all your years at high school. You had a cumulative GPA of 3.16. Which is more than enough to get into any college you wanted. Especially with you still winning medals in swimming.”

His frown deepened. “But Dad said that I didn’t get into any of those schools.”

“Yes, which I thought was odd,” Percy further explained. “Which is why I called. Steven, you got accepted into two thirds of the schools you applied for.”

Steve leaned back. “What? That’s not possible.”

“I’m guessing Clint only showed you the one third you didn’t get into and told you the rest was the same.”

“Why?” he breathed. “Why would he do that?”

“Because the schools you got into weren’t the ones he wanted you to go to is my next guess.”

“I can go to college?” Steve asked, his lip quivering. “I don’t have to be stuck here my whole life?”

Percy shook his head. “You are a smart young man, and David and I are very committed to helping you get to where you want to go in life. Your parents mail have failed you, but I promise we won’t.”

Steve let out a shaky breath. “Thank you so much.”

Percy got up and hugged him. “Now go back out to your boy, he’ll be worried about you.”

Steve nodded and walked back out.

Percy followed close behind and wrapped his arm around David’s waist.

“You think they’re going to be okay?” David asked as they watch Steve and Eddie cling to each other.

“Oh yes,” Percy said. “It may have taken a tragedy to get them here, but they are smart boys with a great support system. There is nothing those boys can’t do now.”

“I’m happy to have met them,” David said.

“Me too.”

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[somber-sapphic]

AheM 🌸 Im a secret lover for hugs so I’ll gladly accept and reciprocate :) and yep sorry I just fuLLy fully read the whole post :’) that definitely goes out to them and you and whoever gets unnecessary stupid hate. Heheh well if you don’t mind I’ll ask for something under this and it’s more than okay if you took like months just take ur time🤭 naw I’m sorry you didn’t have a great day, that’s really shit, but I’m super happy you feel better and hopefully today and tomorrow is a better day! And remember I’ve got two shoulders in case and anytime🫡💪 how’d you know? I’m like always dehydrated, dehydration is scared of me ahaha. But hey most if the time it’s always the people giving advice aren’t following it… so you better be drinking plenty of water too!! And as for the request, would it be possible to ask for a WandaNat with like pregnant reader or reader already recovering from a bad injury with prompts like ‘Ill timed’ and ‘ it’s nothing’🫣 if not that’s okay but ily thank you thank you your amazing eat drink SLEEP, take care of yourself please :)) <3

Are You Staying

⧽ Notes: Hi! So, I don't write anything for pregnant anyone, but here's a sick and hurt reader for you!

⧽Summary: Reader is injured badly after a mission, leaving them with an infection.

⧽Word Count: 1665

〔 Masterlists 〕

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You were so, so tired of laying in bed, but your girlfriends wouldn’t let you get up. Apparently, when you ignore an injury for so long that the infection turns into sepsis you are no longer allowed to make decisions for yourself. Who knew? 

Well, there you were, laying in bed, struggling to focus on the book that you were holding in slightly trembling hands. The large gash along your side was beginning to throb again, indicating that you needed another dose of pain medicine, but it made you groggy and you didn't like it. 

You were already feeling sort of fuzzy, your mind blurring in and out. Your head ached and you were starting to wonder if this was more than just the damn lingering infection. Bruce had finally taken you off the IV antibiotics but you were warned that it was vital for you to take the oral ones on a strict schedule to ensure that you didn’t get worse again. 

You rubbed your throat gently and cleared it, trying to get rid of the tickle that had taken up residence there in the past hour or so. It was when the first sneeze came that you finally connected the dots. 

The pain in your sinuses, the slightly runny nose that had required you to wipe it every few minutes, the inability to get warm, the overwhelming feeling of fatigue. It wasn't the infection. You had a cold. You had a damn cold. Of all things, you had gotten yourself sick. Your girlfriends were going to kill you. 

Deciding that it was probably best to keep them out of the loop, you put the book aside and curled up under the blankets in a last-ditch effort to sleep the bug off. Maybe if you’d noticed earlier you would’ve had time to get ahead of it, but for now, you would at least sleep. Putting off rest had probably not helped the situation. Fuck. This was going to be a very long few days. 

When you woke you were incredibly disoriented. The pain in your side was so bad you felt like you wanted to throw up and for some reason, you couldn’t move. This was wrong, this was not okay. 

You managed to sit up with a lot of effort but your head was spinning, the room tilting around you in a way that made you wonder if you should call your girlfriends. They probably wouldn’t mind, they weren’t doing anything important, they just had a lot of busy work to do. You were also supposed to be doing busy work if you felt up to it, but there was absolutely no way you could read, much less hold a pen.

A harsh fit of coughing wracked your body, your lungs burning in agony as your side screamed at you that you needed to stop, that you needed to sit still and never move again, but you couldn’t stop coughing. 

You doubled over despite the protest of your body and hacked until you finally managed to cough up a glob of something green and absolutely disgusting. You leaned over the side of the bed and spit into the trashcan with an agonized groan. 

No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get a full breath of air into your lungs. Everything hurt, everything was miserable, and the world was definitely ending. Tears rolled down your cheeks which you were sure were flushed with fever and you were regretting not taking the pain medication earlier. Now you were in too much pain to get up and find the pills. 

You managed to roll over and grabbed your phone, gasping aloud as you pleaded with the world that your stitches stayed intact. You really didn’t want to stain your bed with any unnecessary blood, the girls would probably be upset, they loved this comforter. 

With pain blurring in your vision you managed to click on the icon for Wanda’s name and hit speaker, absolutely no way that you would be able to hold the phone up to your ear. 

“Hi sweet girl, what’s up? Are you alright?” The woman’s voice lilted over the phone, immediately calming you down. She had a way about her, her mere presence, whether in person or over the phone, always served to make you feel safer. 

“I-I need…Wanda…Wanda it hurts…” You said through quiet sobs, your words punctuated by a particularly harsh sneeze that made you cry out. 

“Okay, okay love, give us five minutes. I’m going to stay on the phone with you. Are you bleeding? Can you check for me?” She asked, you could hear that she was running, another set of footsteps behind her. 

“No.” You whimpered, desperate for them to be back. You wanted them to fix it, you wanted them to make everything stop hurting, you wanted them to magically cure your sickness, which Wanda may actually be able to do. 

“Alright baby, just stay still. Wanda and I will be there soon. Keep breathing.” That was Natasha, her voice rushed as footsteps pounded in the background. You coughed and let out a sob, curling into a ball as your eyes and nose streaming. Part of you wished that the pain would just take over so that you could pass out and stop feeling it. 

You had almost slipped into that unconsciousness when the door slammed open and you felt gentle hands on your cheeks, one of the girls pleading with you to open your eyes. You obeyed, but mostly because of the harsher tone that you were sure came from Natasha. 

You stared at their blurry figures, wondering how much of this was the fever and how much was the injury. 

“Hey baby girl, there you are. Here, just want you to take this, okay? Swallow for me.” Wanda slipped a pill into your mouth and Natasha followed it with a cool bottle pressed to your lips. You took a little sip, but the cold water grated against your throat in an incredibly uncomfortable way. Every molecule in your body was ordering you to just stop. Your body was done. 

“Oh Y/n, you’re burning up. Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you say something sooner?” The witch cooed, wiping away tears as quickly as they could. 

“I-it’s nothin’, s’nothin. J’st hurts.” You breathed, already feeling the effects of the strong cocktail that was whatever Bruce had prescribed for you. 

“Do you think the infection’s back? We’ve been making sure that they take the antibiotic, should we call Banner?” Natasha asked, speaking to you as if you weren’t in the room, literally sitting right there. Of course, you were so out of it that you may as well have been in space, floating away from reality. 

“Y/n, love, Nat’s going to check your side,” Wanda said, well aware that you weren’t listening even in the slightest as the drug kicked into your system. She could feel the heat radiating off of your skin and was absolutely panicking, but doing a good job of keeping it under control. 

Natasha very carefully lifted up your shirt and peeled back the bandage to reveal a thankfully clean, not bleeding cut with all of the stitches still intact. She let out a sigh of relief and kissed your stomach right next to the injury. 

You sneezed pitifully into the pillow and whined, looking up at Wanda with big, sad eyes. She grabbed a tissue and wiped your nose tenderly, her whole body relaxing as she took in the situation. 

“You’re sick, aren’t you?” Natasha shifted and frowned at the two of you, sitting right by your head. You shifted into her lap and nodded, muffling a fit of chesty coughs into her leg. The assassin rubbed your back while the brunette by your feet hummed her disapproval. 

“Okay, Y/n/n, let’s check your temperature and we’ll get you some medicine.” The thermometer was still there since they had been monitoring your temperature for infection reasons, but now you had a fever for a whole new reason! Your body was trying to kill you for something new!

“Open.” You glanced over at Wanda and pouted slightly, nuzzling closer to your other girlfriend, the one who wasn’t going to make you do something that you didn’t want to. You didn’t hurt anymore and you weren’t about to stay awake until the pain came back. 

“Just listen to her,” Natasha ordered, poking you in the face to get you to open your mouth. Your first instinct was to bite her, but she was too quick for that. The witch placed the thermometer under your tongue and you let it stay there, not in the mood to fight either one of the women. 

The redhead you were sitting on stroked your hair as you waited for the stick to beep, unknowingly lulling you closer to sleep. 

“102.4, that’s not great. Y/n, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Wanda murmured, scooching up on the bed so that she was laying beside you, still wearing relatively comfortable clothes. You rolled over and pressed your head into her chest, mumbling some excuse that no one could make out under your breath. 

“Okay babe, take some more Tylenol and you can sleep.” You lifted your head and opened your mouth, not caring enough to take it yourself. If they wanted you to be medicated, they would be medicating you. Natasha rolled her eyes while Wanda chuckled and she helped you swallow the pills before laying you back down. 

“You stayin’?” You slurred tiredly, cuddling up against the Sokovian. 

“Of course, we’re staying, dummy. Apparently, you can’t be trusted by yourself.” The redhead grumbled, laying down on your other side. She pulled the blankets up over the three of you and kissed your shoulder blade. Wanda kissed your forehead and you sniffled, snuggling deep into the blankets. You could deal with the cold later, for now, you just wanted to be held. 

[ramzawrites]

Mission: First Date - Reader X Rise!Leonardo

FEM

Pairings: Leonardo x Reader

Characters included: Leonardo, Michaelangelo, Donatello, Raphael, Splinter, April

Warnings: n/a

Series: A request!

Summary: Leo and Y/N are out on their first date so the rest of the family decides that they better observe them and make sure that this First Date of theirs will be a success

Word count: 5610

Authors Note: Wrote it in one go so I apologize if there are still many mistakes, I tried my best to find most

Mikey tapped with a stick against a whiteboard that was at this point covered in a myriad of writing and drawings in all kinds of colors. The turtle mutant wore a serious expression behind his big round glasses. He was trying his best to gather the attention from the group that was sitting on the ground in front of him.

Raph had his typical smile on his face, his attention fully on his youngest brother while Donnie just eyed Mikey with narrowed eyes. He was sure that his younger brother got the whiteboard out of his lab and if he finds out that Mikey erased anything important for this weird little stunt of his, there will be hell to pay. April had her eyes narrowed as well but for a different reason. She just got off shift from her latest job and immediately came over to the lair since Mikey said there was an emergency only to see that whatever this was, was the emergency.

To everyone’s surprise even Splinter was in the room. He had his eyes closed as he stroked his chin deep in thought but if he really was busy thinking or in the middle of falling asleep could be anyone’s guess.

“Come on guys! We gotta make sure that all will go well as his family!” Mikey exclaimed loudly, trying to elicit a reaction from the group this time.

Knowing that Mikey will just keep them all stuck like this if they didn’t go somewhat along Donnie replied “Why, though? I have better things to do than sneak after Leo on his date.” He couldn’t help the sneer when he said the word “date”.

It was almost as if Donnie just insulted Mikey with the way he puffed up his cheek and threw his arms into the air, gesticulating wildly “Well! You know Leo! And you know Y/N!”

Donnie just stared him further down. This did not in fact answer his question in any way.

Raph, sensing that both Donnie and Mikey were slowly becoming more tense and annoyed, tried to mediate somewhat “Uh, how about you just go through all of this again? Maybe in an abridged version, lil’ man?”

Mikey’s hand slapped against his forehead and slowly slid down his face in annoyance “Ugh, fine!” he grabbed the whiteboard and flipped it around. He drew a quick picture of Leo’s smiling face on the board and another one of Y/N’s face.

He coughed to clear his throat as he tapped his stick against the whiteboard once again “Alright, guys! As we all know Leo has recently asked Y/N out on a date in the Hidden City. Not only is it his first date, it’s also Y/N’s first date.” His stick moved towards the Leo picture “Leo here is confident but also when it comes to emotions, he can be stupid at times!”

Now the stick moved over to the picture of Y/N “Now Y/N here is as we all know very nice and funny, but she is also very shy, so should Leo do anything stupid she wouldn’t say anything about it.”

Mikey slapped the stick loudly against his hand, he must have not expected this as well seeing how he had to shake his hand in pain “Now there is not a lot we could do to make sure that the date goes well in that regard, but we can make sure everything else will be fine! They are in the Hidden City and I swear every time we go down there something happens.”

“I mean not always though, Mikey, and I’m sure Leo will be able to handle anything that’ll come their way.” Raph mumbled out, scratching the back of his head.

This just made Mikey roll his eyes “Yeah, sure! But I feel like as his family it is our duty to make sure it’ll go well!” There was a short beat of intense silence before he continued “Also it’s been a while since Leo took time off like this. Ever since the whole Krang thing he’s been mostly concentrating on training and everything, so, I wanna make sure this will go well.”

This answer visibly satisfied Raph as he nodded along “Okay, yeah, you’re right. Let’s make sure it’ll go well.”

“Thank you, Raph!” Mikey sighed out, happy he managed to bring at least one of his family members on his side.

“I mean, I agree with you there Mikey, but also this kind of feels like an invasion of privacy…” April winced.

Mikey took a second to reply “You know Leo and Donnie didn’t really hesitate when you went out on a date with Sunita. “

A frown immediately appeared on April’s face “One! It wasn’t a date! We’re friends! Two! Okay, yeah fair and I am curious not gonna lie.”

Donnie suddenly gasped out in utter outrage “Really? You are just going to go along with whatever this is? Really, April? I thought better of you.” He huffed.

April snickered “Well you thought wrong, Donnie. I’m a journalist, snooping is what I do! Besides, for Y/N’s sake and our sisterhood that we both share, I gotta make sure she’ll be alright! Come on, I know you wanna come along as well!”

“Scoff. I have better things to do, thank you very much.”

“Donnie, even Splinter is coming along.”

“Dad? Really?!”

All eyes were now on the rat that was sitting quietly between his children.

He continued stroking his chin, opened his eyes to speak with a sagely voice “It’s simple. I’m a father. I am worried for my son’s well being and he is the first of my kids that is going out on a proper date. Of course, I want to make sure that he will be alright.”

Donnie did not trust a word his father just said to him. No, he knew there was something else. That’s when it hit him “Oh, Pizza Supreme, your favorite soap opera is on break isn’t it?”

Splinter nodded, somehow still trying his best to keep his wise aura going “And my soap opera is on break.”

“Come on, big bro, you know you wanna come along with us!” Mikey chimed in before Donnie could admonish his father even further. His eyes wide open and glistening. The puppy dog eyes combined with him calling Donnie his big bro was a powerful weapon for the most dire moments.

The purple ninja groaned angrily “Alright, I’ll come along but only because if Leo inevitably embarrasses himself, I want to be there. After all I do record everything.” His angry expression now exchanged for a devious one.

It was quiet for a very awkward moment before Mikey picked up the pace once again “Alright! Glad we’ve got this figured out! That said we should really be going because judging by the time they should have been gone for like half an hour now. I would say this is good enough space to ensure that they won’t suspect a thing. Let’s get going to Hueso’s!”

This is how the group ended up being spread in Hueso’s restaurant. Mikey somehow managed to infiltrate the kitchen, saying something that while he definitely trusts Hueso’s food, he’d make sure it’s extra perfect.

Raph was sitting in a booth, wearing a trenchoat and a hat while holding a huge newspaper to hide behind. April sat in front of him in a similar get up with another newspaper.

Donnie sat at a table with his father in a corner of the restaurant. Both wore their sweater vests combined with a fake mustache and glasses that Mikey insisted the two had to wear just to be sure. Honestly Donnie was just waiting for all of this to backfire horribly.

While all of them were spread around they all head a good view of Leo and Y/N who sat at their own table, munching on some Pizza while they chatted. Both leaning back in their own chair with soft smiles. The blush on Y/N’s face was obvious while the one on Leo’s face was more faint but still very much there.

Suddenly Raph’s voice rang in Donnie’s ear. Right, Mikey begged him that they get to use the little earpieces so they could communicate.

“How’s it looking gang?”

“How’s it supposed to look? They are just talking. It’s fine.” Donnie replied lazily as he grabbed a piece of his own pizza.

Splinter shook his head disappointedly “It is not fine, Purple! Can’t you see in their body language how this is not fine? I knew I should have taught Blue more about how to talk to a lady. They are barely looking at each other!”

“Uh, yeah, sure, that.” The others did not need to see April to know that she must be grimacing, since they were as well. None of them wanting to think about Splinter flirting with anyone. It was already hard enough to know that Big Mama was his ex.

Mikey’s voice appeared again “But yeah, the two look really more like two friends hanging out. I think the two might be too shy to try anything.”

April snorted “Can’t believe that I’m saying this, but I think you are right. Didn’t think I would see Leo being too shy for anything.”

“It’s infuriating to watch. The more I sit here the more I can’t understand how you keep watching shows all about romance.” Donnie muttered towards his father. The disdain clear in his voice.

“Just concentrate on helping Leo out and not the romance bits then.” Raph tried to reason with Donnie “Oh! There is way more sport here in the Hidden City. Boulder pushing? That sounds interesting.” There was a rustling as Raph moved the newspaper closer to properly take a look at the article “They have to balance at some point on a log and carry the boulder across! Guys! Doesn’t that kind of sound like when we do Pizza box balancing?”

More rustling as April flicked Raph on his arm “Sports can wait, Raph!”

He sighed, the edges of his mouth turned downwards “You’re right. Raph is sorry. This is about Leo and Y/N.”

“Well, what do we do?” Mikey piped up.

Splinter chuckled “Now, kids. All they need to be is in the proper mood. This place isn’t romantic enough in the least! I really need to talk to Blue about his choice of restaurant.”

“Actually, I think this might have been Y/N’s idea, Splints.” April brought up.

But this didn’t deter Splinter “And? Blue should know better! Can’t believe he is related to me.” He grumbled something more out, but it was unintelligible at this point.

“I think dad is right. The right mood could help both of them to finally open up more.” Mikey spoke, trying to move the situation along.

“It is good that you brought me along then, kids. I think it is time for some music. Music shall give both of them the courage to finally show what they each think of each other!”

“Wait, what?” Donnie exclaimed, shocked with what he just had to hear from his father “Oh, please, do not!”

But it was too late, Splinter took a deep sip from his water and began to silently warm up his voice. Raph also seemed to notice that there was no way to stop him now “Okay, I think this just means we have to help him somehow! We gotta move and help! Go!”

“Wait, what can we even do?” April asked.

“No idea but we gotta do something!”

“Please, someone, just kill me here and now.” Donnie muttered as he jumped off his chair to sneak off to meet up with the rest of his family.

At the other side of the room Y/N and Leo were still chatting.

Leo wouldn’t admit it, but he felt like he was sweating bullets. When he asked Y/N out on a date he did not think he would be this nervous but here he was sweating bullets while he bunched up the napkin between his hands.

“Can I admit something?” he made sure to put his typical smug smile on as he tried to look as nonchalant as possible.

“Sure, I’m listening.” Y/N smiled.

Leo couldn’t help but stare at her for a few seconds. One thing he appreciated about humans was how obvious their blush can be. It looked really pretty on Y/N and he secretly loved to make her blush whenever he got the chance.

Sure, he was blushing as well, he could tell with how warm his face felt but it was harder to see because of his green skin. Though he was glad about that fact, it helped as he tried his best to act confident.

He chuckled “Normally when I go out, I’m a bit… accident prone. I was sure that at this point something would happen. Not that I couldn’t handle it and get us through it.” He made sure to puff his chest up a little bit to look as strong and cool as possible.

Y/N’s smile widened, her blush darkening as she said the next words “Then let’s just, uh, take this as a good sign for this date.”

“Yeah. Heh, we are on a date!” He hummed happily as a response which made Y/N chuckle.

That’s when suddenly the lights dimmed. Leo tensed up as he looked around, not expecting this at all. Never has anything like this happened when he has been over at Hueso’s. Though when he saw that the other guests didn’t react much to it, he just assumed that he must be missing something. That said he did notice Y/N slighty raise her eyebrows. Obviously also not expecting this.

Leo shrugged and returned to properly look at Y/N. He had to admit it was a bit easier to look into her beautiful eyes knowing that it must be harder now to see his blush.

“Oh, nice, mood lighting.” He mused, wiggling his eyebrows, hoping that it made Y/N laugh.

It did. She laughed quietly at his antics, hiding her smile behind her hand “Mhm, seems like it. Didn’t know it was a thing here.”

“Me neither but, hey, it’s nice. I think. Right?” Somehow, he got nervous. Was Y/N okay with this? Would she want to leave, was this somehow too intense? Maybe she wants to have proper light to see his handsome face?

Y/N nodded “Yeah. It’s nice. Ro-Romantic even.”

Man, the two were a lost cause, Leo realized. Both were comfortable enough with each other where they didn’t want to flee this situation but somehow this was going nowhere, and Leo couldn’t help but think it was his fault.

And then his ears picked something up. Music? Since when did Hueso play romantic music at his joint? Leo tried asking for some special treatment from Hueso for the date, but he was adamantly declining it, so this was definitely weird. Did he come around after all?

Leo bit into his pizza, trying to wrap his head around it. Maybe the two reminded him of Hueso when he was younger and maybe on his first date and wanted to help? Who knows.

Was this opera music? That definitely didn’t seem like Hueso’s style. The others in the room sighed happily as they listened to the music though, so, once again, maybe he was just missing something. Yet somehow there were some kind of warning bells ringing in the back of his mind.

“Y/N, you hear the music, too, right?” He couldn’t help but be very confused by all of this.

Y/N nodded “Yeah. It’s nice!”

Well, if she liked it might as well just go along with it.

Right, he was on a date. Time to be romantic. The mood was kind of set so he might as well try something cheesy.

Leo grabbed a piece of pizza but instead of biting into it himself he moved it towards Y/N “Do you want some pizza, Y/N?”

Her blush that was slowly getting better darkened once again which in return just egged Leo even more on.

“I could never say no to pizza.” She smiled.

Leo nodded, happy with her answer “If you could I wouldn’t be able to go on a date with you.” He joked. He then moved the piece closer to her, so she was able to bite a piece off.

Somewhere deep inside his own mind he checked off the box for “Feed your crush some food”.

“Thank you, Leon.”

“I’d feed you grapes like how they did in ancient Greece or something.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary.” Y/N laughed. “But I appreciate the sentiment. I would do the same.” Her voice wavered a bit, but Leo couldn’t help but be a bit stunned at that. She is normally so shy, so this was very straightforward for her.

“Actually, here.” She said, grabbing a piece of pizza herself and holding it to Leo’s lips so he could bite off as well, which he did.

Once again deep in his own mind he checked off a box for “Get some food fed by your crush.”

As this was going on Leo had to admit that the dimmed lights and the very, weirdly familiar, romantic opera music did seem to help. He somehow felt more emboldened. Maybe he should have tried going for a more romantic place in the first place but the two loved this restaurant, so it just felt natural to go here.

Taking some of the new courage Leo moved his hand towards Y/N’s holding her soft ones in his battle-hardened ones. Y/N didn’t even flinch. She automatically threaded her fingers between his.

That’s when it suddenly hit him. A cold shower went down his back. There was a reason he knew this singing! But that couldn’t be! No, surely. Why the hell would his dad be here? Just to sing? But something deep in his gut was so sure that this was his father singing and over the years he has learned to listen to his gut.

“God damn it.”

Y/N’s eyebrows bunched together in worry “What’s wrong?”

“You know how I just said that normally things happen when I go out?”

She nodded.

“I think the one singing is dad.”

“… Splinter?” Y/N asked, clearly not being able to believe that his father could belt out something in such a nice and almost angelic voice.

Leo took his free hand to pinch the ridge between his eyes “Years ago me and my brothers made a whole band and dad begged us to join. He just kept singing in front of us to show off his prowess and I swear this is him.” He was now looking around since he was so utterly convinced that this was his father.

“I’m sorry, it was all so nice, and I head to break the moment. It’s just… I have this feeling that somehow my family is up to something.” he apologized but he couldn’t help but look around. If only this huge dude in the weird trench coat and big hat wasn’t in the way, he could get a better look at the back of the place!

Y/N must have noticed that he was at this point really paranoid which probably made her come up with the next idea “It’s fine. Don’t worry. At this point I know that your family can be… quite the bunch. A funny bunch but I can understand your worry. How about we go out on a walk?” A comforting smile every present on her face.

Leo let out a deep breath, happy to hear that she would trust his gut feeling like that “You know what? I know the perfect place for that, and I have an awesome idea how we can ensure that we are for sure alone.”

That purple vest on the yokai in the back looked familiar. Purple vest? Oh, hell no, they gotta go now!

He abruptly stood up and slapped some money on the table. Y/N followed suit, wanting to walk towards the exit of the place but instead Leo held firmly onto her hand that was still in his. He grabbed one of his swords and opened a blue portal. He’ll make sure that they will be left alone. Let’s see if his family can follow him when he just randomly teleports away, ha!

He did have to admit that they did an amazing job of hiding though since he at this point was sure that he only heard Splinter and saw Donnie.

Scratch that, that human over there behind the newspaper, clearly ogling him and Y/N, was April. The shine of the glasses gave her away.

Leo nodded to Y/N and together the two stepped into the portal to the chagrin of his family who immediately began scrambling up trying to figure out where he went.

Donnie tapped around on his wrist gadget before he exclaimed “Got him. He’s at one of the ports here.”

That was Leo’s amazing idea. He remembered the port where he had to fight off a bunch of pirates and honestly a romantic boat ride under a literal magical moon in the Hidden City sounded amazing. Plus, it would ensure that the two got some privacy.

“Are you sure it’s okay to take one of these row boats?” Y/N asked as Leo helped her inside a blue little boat.

Leo did a dismissive handwave “Oh, pshaa, I saved the world I think I’m due some sort of repayment! Besides we’ll bring it back. We will just borrow one for an hour or so! So, stop worrying and make yourself comfortable!”

Happy with this answer Y/N sat down and watched as Leo began rowing out onto the sea “You know, you were right. I saw Raph but I didn’t want to say anything.” She chuckled as she remembered spotting Raph as he wrestled with a newspaper.

“Raph is in this as well?!” It was already weird enough that apparently Splinter was involved in this but by the looks of it his whole family had been spying on them. Even if he hadn’t seen Mikey yet he was positive he must have been around somewhere. Not when everyone else was there.

As Leo rowed further out the rest of his family finally managed to reach the port. At this point he was actually pretty far out. So far actually that it was difficult for the other to see what they were doing.

Donnie pulled down his goggles to zoom a bit in so he could take a look. Once again science saves the day.

Mikey jumped on Donnie’s back, clutching on to him “What are they doing? What do you see?”

“Once again. They seem to be just talking.”

Mikey slid down Donnie’s back with a groan “Ugh! The two are the worst!”

Splinter seemed dejected as well “After the performance of my lifetime Blue just flees with her? On to the sea?”

“Well, we know your singing so maybe he recognized it?” Raph tried to reason as a way to cheer his father up, but it didn’t seem to help much.

April crossed her arms “I’m still so positive that he saw you, Donnie.”

Even though April couldn’t see it since Donnie had his goggles down, he rolled his eyes “Yes. Truly. I am devastated as well.” He said clearly not devastated at all. Barely caring, even.

Mikey was at this point laying on the ground sprawled out like a starfish “Why are they only talking? How is this a date?”

April slapped her fist against her open palm “We have to set the mood.”

Raph raised his finger at that “Uh, Apes, we already did that and I’m pretty sure it was the reason the two fled literally on to the sea.”

“Yeah, but now they are on the calm sea, a full moon shining down on them. Perfect basis for a romantic day out.”

Splinter looked up at her with a new spark in his eyes “You have an idea?”

She nodded “Don, you will have to help with that. Your science and machines may save this date yet.”

He wanted to retort that he wouldn’t be doing anything like that but how can he dismiss it immediately when she brought up a valid point. If his inventions would save his dear brother’s date, then he would owe him a lot and who was Donnie to not take the chance to gain a favor from Leo.

“Alright. What do you need?”

“Yes!” April cheered as she got her phone out “I’ve got the perfect song for them to listen to. You think you could somehow make it possible for them to hear it without noticing us immediately?”

Donnie raised one of his drawn-on eyebrows “Nothing more? That’s easy.”

“Actually Purple, didn’t you show me something about like holomographicmajig? Uh the illusion stuff?” Splinter suddenly jumped in.

This surprised Donnie. Splinter remembered one of his inventions he showed off to him? How come that the day Leo had his first date was also slowly turning into his best day yet?

“You mean my Holographic imagery? What’s with it?” It was still in beta, but he was excited to hear what Splinter had to say now. This was a momentous occasion after all!

Splinter nodded “Yes you showed off a holographic version of yourself. You think you could do some mood lighting for Blue and Y/N? Like Fireflies for example?”

He even got the word correct! Donnie was now happy he wore his goggles, or the others would see how glassy his eyes have gotten.

“Oh, that’s a challenge I’ll accept gladly, my dearest father!” His voice trembled in excitement. He couldn’t help laughing as he began tapping on his wrist gadget. He needed his DJ Shell and if he just attached the new holographic gadget on it, it could hover it a bit over the sea so the two would hear music and the holographic imagery would reach them.

It was easy really, but it still made his family members throw praises towards him.

Suddenly he was very glad that he came along after all.

At this point Leo was resting his elbows on his knees and held his face in between his hands as he stared at Y/N who was looking at the sky in awe.

The moonlight lit her face up, showing off the soft blush on her cheeks which made Leo sigh happily. The light almost made her look ethereal, and he swore he could just stare at her like this for hours and he still wouldn’t have enough.

“I’m still wondering how they managed to put up a whole night sky while the city is underground. It’s amazing. They must have their own star signs.”

Leo hummed in agreement. He was listening, he really was! He just felt like he was currently stuck in a beautiful dream and couldn’t help but bask in the moment.

“I’ll find out who makes the stars here and I’ll ask them to make one just for you.” He spoke, a big smile on his face.

This pulled Y/N’s attention from the night sky, her mouth open as she processed the words. She let out a snort, which to Leo was the cutest thing “Alright, you flirt. Next thing you’ll ask me if it hurt when I fell out of heaven.”

As response Leo just grinned “Well, did it?”

Y/N lightly slapped his arm, rolling her eyes but Leo could tell that she got more flustered which just made his grin so much wider.

Then something bright flew in front of his eyes.

“A firefly?” Y/N asked. Her awestruck expression back on her face.

Then even more began surrounding them and Y/N took a big look around. Her smile wide as she noticed how they were at this point surrounded by the small lights.

“This is beautiful.” She whispered.

“Not as beautiful as you.” Leo immediately quipped.

She chuckled “You are the worst.”

“You make it so easy but also it’s the absolute truth.”

“Leo?”

He just nodded to encourage her, his hands searching for hers once again. The boat slowly rocking along on the water.

“You are-“ She bit down on her soft lip “You are quiet handsome as well.”

His breath hitched. Of course, he knew he was handsome but to hear it out of her mouth? Oh, that was magical. It made his heart flutter hard against his chest and the blush on his cheeks so much worse.

She managed to make him speechless. That was a rare feat for anyone to do. Hell, he couldn’t remember anyone doing it to him to begin with.

So, all he could do was lean forward as he stared down into her beautiful eyes. Normally she would have been too embarrassed to keep this up but her she was staring right back into his eyes.

And as they just stared at each other Leo couldn’t suddenly make out someone’s voice being carried over the waves.

Yes, you want her

Look at her, you know you do

Possible she wants you too

There is one way to ask her

It don't take a word

Not a single word

Go on and kiss the girl

It was music. There was the urge to look around where it came from, fearing that somehow his family caught up to him but as Y/N stared into his eyes he couldn’t dare to tear his eyes away from her. Scared that this could ruin the moment.

Sing with me now

Sha-la-la-la-la-la

My oh my

Look like the boy too shy

Ain't gonna kiss the girl

Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Ain't that sad?

Ain't it a shame?

Too bad, he gonna miss the girl

Normally he would groan that it had to be the Little Mermaid song but once again he didn’t care. He was too caught up in the moment.

Suddenly her eyes darted down to his lips only to jump back to his own eyes. Her blush darkened and Leo was sure so was his.

Now's your moment (ya, ya, ya)

Floating in a blue lagoon (ya, ya, ya)

Boy, you better do it soon

No time will be better (ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)

She don't say a word

And she won't say a word

Until you kiss the girl

He really wanted to be angry at whoever decided to play this stupid song since this was the cheesiest thing for this moment, but he just couldn’t. Not when Y/N shimmied a bit closer to him. Her hands squeezing his hands. Was it encouragement? Was she wondering if he was too deep in his thoughts?

To hell with it.

He slowly untangled one of his hands to tentatively raise up to her face. Cupping her warm cheek in his green hand. Carefully leaning forward but leaving a tiny bit of space so she could move away if she didn’t want this. Yes, the two were very clearly on a romantic date but this wouldn’t mean that she would want to kiss him.

Before his worries could overtake him, she suddenly closed her eyes and pushed forward. Her soft lips softly pressing on his.

He knew this was a possibility, obviously, but as she made contact, he couldn’t help but freeze up. His mind going a mile a minute as he realized that she was kissing him! His eyes wide in happiness, shock, and utter disbelief.

But then she moved away. Softly biting on her lip, looking down into her lap.

He barely processed that she kissed him and there she was leaving his space again. Leo could tell that Y/N was embarrassed, knowing her probably thinking that she did something wrong. He couldn’t have that.

At this point he had completely forgotten the lights around them. The song in the air.

His other hand landed at the side of her face, forcing her to look up into his smiling face. Pizza Supreme he was so happy he could scream.

Before she could ask anything. Say anything. Pull away or anything else. Leo pushed his lips again against hers. This time closing his eyes to truly bask in the moment. The warmth of her on his lips.

His hand snuck at the back of her head, as he softly pulled her closer to himself. Her own hands traveled along his shoulders behind his own hand. One of them grabbing one of his mask tails.

Both of them slowly moving their lips as they tried their best to get even closer to each other. Goosebumps ran down Leo’s skin as he felt Y/N kissing him back. Their knees hitting each other clumsily but he didn’t care, nor did Y/N seem to care.

Leo had to pull away to breath some much needed oxygen in. He had to gulp as he watched Y/N slowly pull away as well, just as out of breath as he was.

“Wow.” He whispered out, barely loud enough for Y/N to catch it.

Her hands were still behind his head, fiddling with his mask tails “That was… nice.” She said breathlessly.

He nodded, he wanted to dive towards her lips again but that’s when he heard something. He heard cheering over the cheesy music.

Y/N must have caught on as well since both looked towards the port. There were five shadows either jumping around or just high fiving each other.

“I will kill them.” Leo deadpanned.

Realizing that Leo’s family must have watched them Y/N pressed her head embarrassed into Leo’s shoulder. He automatically laid his arm around her protectively.

“Oh, they are so dead. So, so dead.”

[miss0atae]

Random thoughts about Dead Friend Forever episode 11 :

It’s the second to last episode before the end of the series. This episode gave us the final flashback, I believe. We now know what happened after Tee brought Non to his uncle.

▪️ First thing first, I’m glad I was wrong about what happened to No. I really thought he would end up sex-trafficking to repay his debts, but it was less horrible. Don’t get me wrong, it was still a very dreadful situation. At first, Tee’s Uncle wanted to sell his organs, but Tee spoke up for Non and he got spared. Instead of being killed and his organs sold, Non ended up working in the illegal casino of Tee’s Uncle. I don’t know how Non still found the will to live because he lost everything. He never deserved any of the shits that happened to him. He was abused, exploited, abandoned, beaten and scared for no reason. He was just different and all those who hurt him did it because they just couldn’t accept this difference. I’m glad he lashed at Tee and asked him why he had to endure all of that. He just wanted to finish a stupid short movie. He was a normal kid who wanted to do something he likes and his life turned into hell. I felt like crying when Non said he was a loser and couldn’t even get back to his parents because they wouldn’t care for him (which we know is not true but Non never got to know it). The worst thing is Tee didn’t have any answer to give him because they never had any good reasons to be this mean to him.

▪️ The hardest part was watching Non becoming this empty shell while working at the casino. He had a vacant look. His face was still messed up from his beating. He was also hunched and he was unsteady when walking. You could see, he was barely clinging to life. He was also coughing a lot which made me see that he never really got better after being beaten and he must have been exhausted from working a lot. I really wanted someone to just miraculously appear and save him from this hell but this is not the tone of this series.

▪️ This episode was clearly centered around Tee’s side of the story. We saw how guilty he felt to Non and how he wanted to make him leave his Uncle’s place as quickly as possible. He started to work more at the casino and for his Uncle’s embezzlement schemes (don’t know if it is how you should call it). He also got a part-time job at an internet cafe, where he found a way of making more money to give them to Non. Every time, he saw Non, it was a reminder of how he fucked up. Many times, he referred to Non as his friend during the episode. I don’t know if he truly believed it or if it was just the guilt. Non and him had a weird relationship. It was clearly emphasizes during the part where Tee gave him a money envelop. The way Non looked at him and how he reacted it… I don’t know, I felt there were a lot of nonverbal communication between them at this moment. I’m probably over analyzing this part.

▪️ After this moment, we had a glimpse of Tee’s life with his father. We previously heard about him in previous episodes but never got to see it. Tee came back home and couldn't find his father. He isn’t well and Tee is the one who has to take care of him. It clearly has a negative impact on Tee since he must be the responsible one when he should just live a normal teenager’s life. He wishes to have this life he can’t have, instead he has to be involved in his Uncle’s life to be able to get money and to survive. As always, with DFF, you see, this is never all-or-nothing. Tee has a very hard life and he has troubles keeping himself afloat, but at the same time he didn’t hesitate to use and abuse Non to serve his own interest. He knew it would be terrible. How can he not know it? He said to his father he didn’t want to be involved in this gray business. I think you can feel sad for him and understand how difficult it can be, but also vilified him for what he’s done to Non. If only he had found the help he needed before… I don’t know how he would have turned. We would never have this story, I guess.

▪️ This series loves to blow hot and cold. You start to feel pity for Tee and this series shows you, you can’t. The next scene is Tee coming to the casino and not finding Non. Perth is the one telling him and us why. That’s where we discover Non being dead. He died… I can’t accept it. It may sounds crazy but I had this idea of him being away and having a really good reason to not be here in the present… I wanted it to be true. Unfortunately, it isn’t. Non is dead. He died of exhaustion… This is so sad! Tee is as lost as us, viewers. I know the group is at fault with Non, but frankly I was mostly furious with Tee’s Uncle in this scene (This man is a freaking cancer and manipulator). At the beginning of the episode, after Tee spoke up for Non, we learn from his Uncle how Non’s debt isn’t that high in fact. He should have been able to pay it and move on with his life. Instead, he died of exhaustion after everything he went through, alone and sad. He never learned about how his parents did everything to find him, how they died… The only person who knew about his death at that time was Tee… The only person who cried for him at the end was Tee… someone who made him get to this point. Cruel irony! I really cried when reading the message on the paper where he said: “I’m gonna get out of this place. I’m not a loser”. Shit! That hurts. He was counting the day. I can’t believe Tee did nothing after discovering it. He just decided to be sad and depressed. That’s his answer… Yes, he cried. I also cried. Did it change anything? No… I wish he at least tried to do something to avenge him… anything. Even, if it didn’t work.

▪️ Tee decided he just didn’t deserves happiness but happiness found him anyway. That’s when White came into the picture. He just arrived at the internet cafe and apparently became very interested in Tee. They started to spend a lot of time together. White was this flirty and cute boy who wanted to charm his crush. They were cute. I mean the series did something magical because I couldn’t stand Tee and I still found his burgeoning relationship with White, cute and charming. Being in love with White, made Tee realized he could be a good person and he should do his most to get better. It would have been sweet in another series. Right now, it just feels flat after what happened to Non. Poor White, never knew the truth until Tee told his side of the story. White really has nothing to do with Non and he is just a poor boy who fell in love with someone he shouldn't have which dragged him into this mess. He truly is innocent and I will get mad if anything happen to him. I don’t care about the others. They can all die, but not White. If there is only one who deserves to leave this house alive, it’s him.

▪️ Back into the present, Phee takes the gun from Fluke and he wants to stop this madness but Tan/New is set on making everyone pay for what happened to his brother. He has nothing to lose anymore and he will not let Phee stand in the way of his revenge. Besides, he never completely trust him. He starts to smoke and everyone pass out because of it.

Next week is going to be the conclusion of his revenge. How is it going to end? Will Tan/New get justice for his brother? Is anyone going to be alive at the end of the next episode? I’m dying to know. It’s going to be really hard waiting for this last episode. Until now, this series has been really entertaining and I hope the end will be great. I don’t want to feel disappointed.

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

Bruised Apologies

A Glark Fic for and based loosely on @justablah56 and it’s post!! Is it my best work? idk! Warning for violence? (someone getting punched and mentions of past violence just in case!)

[Aether Hihi I hope you enjoy this! Again, I’ve never written these guys and also idk how to portray characters that well in fanfic so uhhh fuck it we ball. This is a bit short and idk if it follows your Tumblr post well]

(She/They Terry and She/Her Sparrow btw! To avoid confusion and this is set when these guys are late teens/early twenties :])

Lark spat blood out on the floor, catching himself before he fell. The crack that had rung out when Grant had punched his face still hung in the air. The hand holding the railing and stopping him from falling was already splattered with blood, none of it his. He could hear Grant running up to meet him and by the time Lark got his balance, Grant was shaking his shoulders.

“Lark, buddy,” Lark could hear the fear in Grant’s voice and when he met his eyes, it was even clearer. The boy’s jacket was covered in dirt from when he had fallen, and Lark couldn’t help but smile a little when he saw his blood on Grant’s hand.

“I didn’t mean- it was the adrenaline I think-I’m sorry,”

“Don’t apologize.” Lark’s voice was ragged from yelling earlier. 

“I asked you to hit me.”

“Yes but not that hard!” While Grant was stuttering out another apology, Lark noticed that Grant’s nose was bleeding. Around them, the empty parking lot was lit dimly with streetlights and the building Lark was leaning up against had a sign reading D.A.D.D.I.E.S in a business font. Coughing, he stood up, Grant hurriedly copying him. Lark held a hand to his cheek, trying to feel how much damage there was.

“How bad does it look?” Grant paused.

“Not that bad but that doesn’t mean its ok, I think it could bruise so- “Lark covered Grant’s mouth with his hand.

“Thanks, you don’t need to apologise again,’ He removed his hand and Grant went to speak but seemed to think better for it since he stayed quiet. Lark wiped the blood from Grant’s face, not doing a good job since he himself had blood on his hand. In the end he ended up putting more blood than removing it from Grant’s face. Grant laughed awkwardly and took a piece of cloth from his pocket.

“It’s one of Terry’s cloths for her glasses since they forget them, I think it could work,” Lark took it and cleaned his hands and Grant’s face in silence.

“Lark,”

“Hm?” Grant’s hands met his and Lark looked up to see him looking at him.

“What?” Lark put the cloth back in Grant’s hands and stood back, the silence now weighing on him.

“For fuck’s sake spit it out!” This was the loudest Lark had raised his voice that night besides when he had yelled, and he could feel his throat ache.

“Sorry.” Grant’s voice was cautious and when Lark didn’t say anything he continued.

“I know you said to hit you, so we’d be even, but I don’t want to hurt you again.” Grant’s hands were warm. Lark couldn’t help but remember when he’d talked to Sparrow about  kissing Grant. She’d said go for it, but he didn’t think this is what she’d deem as the right time.

“I don’t want us fighting to become a thing we do ok?” Lark wasn’t paying attention. Grant’s eyes were shiny, from pain or tears Lark didn’t know, and he was waiting for a response.

“Lark please- “Lark leant forward, grabbing Grant’s jacket. Sparrow’s voice in his head yelled something about him being stupid but he waved her away as he pressed his lips to Grant’s. Grant mumbled something in surprise, but it was caught up in their kiss. Grant’s hands cupped Lark’s face and the kiss turned into what Lark could describe as hunger and relief. Grant’s lips were broken and chapped from when he worried, they were dry, but Lark didn’t complain. His weren’t any better. Lark’s hands found their way under Grant’s jacket and held his waist.

“LARK OAK GARCIA.” The two of them pulled away quickly, Lark looking around and saw that they’d been kissing right in front of D.A.D.D.I.E.S main entrance and Nicky Freeman stood there, huffing as if he’d had to run there. He was joined by Terry being dragged by Sparrow, the two of them sprinting as if their life depending on it. The scene was frozen with Lark still holding Grant’s waist, Grant blushing with his head in his hands, Terry and Sparrow shocked and Nicky smiling like he’d won the lottery.

“Right Sparrow you owe me,” He held his hand out and Sparrow slapped it away, nodding.

“You guys kissed right in front of the security cameras,” Terry said, still struggling to catch her breath. Sparrow walked over and shook Lark by the shoulders.

“You’re lucky it was just us actually, Mr Wilson had just left, and I think you could have given him a heart attack if he’d seen,” she said this jokingly, but he knew he’d be getting a talk either from Sparrow or his mum. They all started walking in, and Grant ran up to Lark from where he’d been giving Terry their blood-stained glasses cloth and caught him by the arm.

“Uh-was that a yes to my question?” Lark laughed and nodded. 

“Yeah it is.” Grant smiled and walked alongside him into the warmth of the HQ and by the time they got in the elevator, his hand was looped in Lark’s.

[diacripticcomplex]

Kou x yui 🫶🏻

Kou’s POV:

Man! I was so fucking tired, its been a really long day but in a good way, I got a lot of work done and still managed to go to school, witnessed my fan girls beat up and bully Maso-kitty, it was such a great day. I’m kind of hungry, I don’t think Ruki made anything tonight, ugh this sucks. I pass by the kitchen, and peer inside. She was in there making something that smells absolutely delightful, no better than Ruki though of course~!

“Hey Maso-Kitty, watchu making?” I ask her, literally going right behind her and hugging her, pressing myself as close as possible to her. “Ah Kou, you startled me…I’m making some pasta..” she says, she looked really focused on this. I noticed it smelled like Vongole sauce. “Are you making vongole Bianco ?” I asked her, she nods, this is honestly great! “That’s literally my favorite type of pasta dish, make me some too” I demand from her. “Oh..I’m almost done though..and I only made a portion for myself..” she reveals. My whole entire mood just drops. “So what? Its not like you bought any of these ingredients..stop being a stingy bitch and make me some.” I bluntly tell her, her eyebrows are frowning, she’s doing her usual sad face, that look annoys me more than anything. “I’ll make it for you after I eat..is that okay?” She says to me, but like I know that she wants to just eat it and let me starve. I begin to laugh “yes you can do that, but hurry up and eat im STARVING…you know what Maso-Kitty maybe I should help you out a little?” I tell her, my eyes gleaming at her, she begins to back away from me, with her plate. I corner her in the middle of the kitchen counter.

I snatch her plate and take a handful of the hot pasta and shove it deep into her mouth, she begins to choke on it. Hmm I like how she gagged on it. She pushes me away from her and spits out the food, coughing like crazy. I couldn’t help but laugh at how she looked, all pathetic. “No no, don’t waste the food, eat it off the floor.” I tell her, she looks up at me horrified, that wasn’t that bad of a request I have no idea why she is giving me that face..as if she wants mercy, I’m not giving her none today, she ruined my day! I grab her by her locks and push her head down to the food she spat out. “Eat it” I demand, I dug my nails into her scalp at this point. “No! Let go of me…whats wrong with you??” She had the nerve to ask me that. I see how it is, she wants to play stupid, I’ll make her regret that.

I lift her up by her hair, then push her into the marble kitchen island. She tried running away but I locked her wrists in my hands, shoving my knee in between her legs. I lean down, and bite her neck, that first bite of her blood..its so filling and slakes my every thirst, what the fuck is this? Vampire crack? Whatever, it doesn’t even matter. She was going to satisfy my appetite one way or another. “Kou..Please stop, I feel like I’m going to pass out. “ she says, and then she really does pass out. I let her fall to the floor next to that mess she spat out.

An hour goes by and I hear a knock on my door, it was her. She handed me a plate of pasta. The nerve of this girl..I was still mad at her so I dumped it all over her, I pulled her into my room and slammed the door shut, pinning her up against it. “You know what, maybe I’ll just eat off you..” I say, and began licking the sauce off her cheeks and slurping a pasta strand, some of it was going down her shirt and shorts so I decided to tear her clothes off of her. The sauce dripped down to her nipples and her pelvis, I licking her nipples and nibbled on them slightly, making sure to take all the sauce, then I licked down her naval to her pelvis, she jolted and gasped at this. “I’m just eating, what’s with these reactions~?” I say to her, I lift up her legs and pry them open, there wasn’t any food that went down there but I was interested in giving her some nice top tier head. I kissed her pretty pussy, and started to ravage it the fuck up, “Kou..No there’s no food there why are you..you doing this?” She could barely speak, I ignored her and continued to do as I pleased.

Her blood always tasted amazing, but her pussy was beyond me. She tasted so sweet like fruits, I remember when I was a human and tried some fruits for the first time, thats exactly what she tastes like, I could lick and slurp her all day, the juices were flowing and I was enjoying every drop that landed on my tongue. I looked up at her and noticed her clenching her lips trying not to moan. So I start fingering her, the oozing juices flowed out of her, I think I got aroused by that since I felt myself stiffen down there, I slip off my pants and pull my drawers down, sticking my meat inside of her, I gripped her hips, and swayed into her, thrusting passionately. I bring her leg up to my face and lick it, there was some sauce on it, and then i kissed her feet and started to suck on her toes as I kept fucking her, she was panting and breathing loudly but not moaning like crazy, still trying to clench her lips, I started to go faster and harder and that caused her to scream out, I changed the positions and we were in a spooning position while standing, it was definitely going to make me cum soon, I could tell she was already creaming on my dick. I could feel myself ready to burst, I pull out and nut all over her back and butt, then I slap her butt and kiss her nape. Now thats a great way to eat pasta.

[kookieswan]

Kim Namjoon, Deep Ocean Blue, angst

Ocean Blue

Mermaid!Joon x LifeGuard!Reader

Word Count: 700+

Genre: Mermaid!AU, Lifeguard!AU, Stramgers to Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff.

Warnings: MC is reckless. Near death experience- MC nearly drowns and sustains injuries. Namjoon is a mad mermaid man.

Notes: This is an OLD request lmao. I hope you like it if you’re still around anon ♥️

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Eyes slamming open with a start, you cough up water violently a few times as black dots dance across your vision mockingly. You feel his presence above you instantly, hands lingering on your body, the feeling of his lips now a ghost. It’s not long before the ache of near death resonates as well.

You hadn’t meant to sink into the black depths of the ocean, not as far as you had anyway. Namjoon had disappeared without a trace over a week ago, and so you had attempted to row out to sea and back to find him. Was it stupid? Yes, but in the end it had got him back to you; that much is apparent as he scoots closer to you in the warm sand.

You had rowed out to your island that wasn’t to far out from the cove, fully intending on searching the whole area for him. It’s usually where he can be found when he’s disappeared, but in your distracted searching, you hadn’t noticed the storm brewing above your head, hadn’t watched for any of the signs. A rookie mistake on your part.

“Dumb.” It’s thickly accented, harsh in tone. You wince as you attempt to sit up as he draws back, peering to the side as you do. It’s still blurred but he’s definitely glaring at you, eyes slitted, nostrils flared. You’ve clearly got a very pissed off mermaid on your hands and you can blame no one but yourself. You know he won’t agree with your reasoning in a million years.

“I- I know. I’m sorry Joon.” It comes out raspy, your own voice ripping at your raw throat. You don’t even know what else to say to him in your embarrassed state. Staring back at the mermaid, you watch as his glare slowly cracks and his face falls into something softer. He scoots closer, a webbed hand raising up to slowly caress your clammy cheek.

A cool wave of relief washes over you, all of the pain lessening just a little. You appreciate him using his energy to heal you even if only a little, but you don’t want him to waste anything else on you. He’s really too sweet…

“Okay?” Clearing your throat again , you start to realize just how cold and run down you feel, even with Namjoon’s healing. The happiness of finding your mermaid is starting to fade slowly, the exhaustion taking over instead. You try very hard not to show it on your face as you place your hand over his.

“I’ve… Felt better. Thank you for saving me, I would have, well…” Appraising him bashfully, it’s then you notice that his tale is absent, now replaced with legs and other unmentionable appendages. You cough loudly as your hand falls, both in surprise and from the salty water burning your esophagus.

Namjoon stands suddenly, just the slightest bit shaky. He’s gotten a lot better at walking with practice, it’s something you’re strangely proud of teaching him. He leans down and grabs you without a word, scooping you up into his arms. There’s a flash of worry that someone will see, but right now, he’s just a naked guy carrying you on the beach.

“We talk later. Still mad. Rest.” There’s a giggle hiding behind your lips as he pouts, his gait a little unbalanced as he attempts to keep you level as he begins to walk toward the parking lot. Swallowing it down, you just nod against his neck, slowly burrowing closer to him. He smells like salt and flowers and everything you so terribly missed.

“We can talk later, yeah. Just get us to the car first, okay?” You can talk after a nice long nap, but first you have to get the two of you back to your apartment. Thankfully it’s not too far from the beach, and the roads are pretty dead…

“You hurt, I drive.” The laugh can’t be contained this time, especially as he clicks out a few laughs of his own. What a lovely silly man you’ve found, it only makes sense he isn’t fully human.

“Not in a million years Joon.”

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Return to the Water

Chapter Seven: Into the Waves

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I try to resist, but the light’s getting low to a glow till you’re touching my lips.— Marianas Trench, Rhythm of Your Heart

Timothée’s brain didn’t work for nearly a minute after she told him he was her mate and jumped over the railing.

By that point, she was naked and wading into the waves. When he looked over at her, his heart stopped.

She was beautiful, like some sort of sea nymph or even a goddess. He couldn’t make out the details of her figure, but he caught a glimpse of her ass and her boobs, and Jesus Christ. Her entire body seemed to glow, the moonlight glinting off her pale skin and giving her an ethereal look. Her hair pooled in the water the deeper she got, and she looked at home there, amongst the rough waves. Like she belonged.

As Timothée ran, he called her name. She didn’t so much as look back at him. He ripped his shirt off, prepared to go in after her if he had to. He shouted her name again, and then—

And then Lea dove into the water.

——

Lea knew her mate was following her. She felt, however, that he wasn’t stupid enough to keep going once he realized how bad the waves were.

Apparently, she was mistaken. Suddenly, the splashing she heard above the surface ceased. She glanced behind her, and there he was, trying to swim back up to the surface but unable to keep his head above the rough waves.

Lea swore under her breath and turned around, swiftly hauling his stupid ass back to shore. Despite the fact that she had ridiculous human legs still, she was a hell of a lot better of a swimmer than any human could ever be.

She shoved him to safety, and he coughed up water.

“That’s the second time I’ve saved you from your own foolishness,” she reminded him before standing back up. “Don’t follow me again.”

“Lea,” he wheezed, looking up at her nude form with wide eyes. “Let me— just talk to me—“

“I’m not interested in having this conversation with you, Timothée.”

He panted, standing up as well. “Don’t I at least deserve an explanation?”

“I gave you one,” Lea reminded him. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to go die in peace.”

“If I don’t—“ he sputtered. “Of course I mind!”

“Well, you don’t exactly have a say in the matter,” she snapped. “You— mmf!”

Timothée grabbed her by the waist with one hand and hauled her towards him, his other hand cupping her cheek. And then, he pressed his lips to hers.

Lea was so startled—and so overcome with love and adoration, if she were honest with herself—that she could do nothing but stand there for a moment. When she finally regained her senses, however, she pushed away from him.

“What’d you do that for?” she demanded, her voice sharp.

He stared at her, his lips parted. Then, “I do have a say. If I’m your mate, I very much have a say.”

“You already have someone,” she reminded him firmly. “You’re happy with her. Don’t think I can’t see it.”

Timothée looked away. “I… I care about her,” he admitted. “But Lea, you’ll die without me loving you back. I’m not so much of an asshole that I’d let that happen.”

She stared at him. “Lying doesn’t count,” she informed him. “I’ll know the difference. I want you to be happy. You won’t be, not with me.”

“You don’t know that,” he insisted, his voice quieting before he glanced down at her body, her bare breasts. “You’re… you’re fucking gorgeous, you know? It’s not like I’m not attracted to you.”

She blinked. “Oh. Well. I wasn’t aware of that, I suppose.”

He smiled a bit at that, taking another step closer to her, his feet sinking into the wet sand. “Lea,” he went on, “if you have two months left for me to fall in love with you, why don’t you let me try?”

“Attraction and affection aren’t the same thing,” she pointed out.

“No, they’re not,” Timothée agreed, “but I feel both for you. I think I could love you, if you’d let me try.”

“You’re with Kylie,” she reminded him.

“I am,” he allowed. “I’ll break up with her.”

Lea clutched her hands together. “I never wanted you to have to do that.”

“I’m choosing to,” he corrected gently. “Look, I’ll be honest. If I’d been single when we met, I would’ve tried to kiss you that first night.”

She blinked, astonished at this information. “What? Why?”

“Because you’re really fucking hot,” he said flatly. “You saved my life and you’re gorgeous. Even before I knew anything else about you, that was enough for me to want to kiss you, at the very least.”

Lea’s face closely resembled her hair in color.

“I… see.”

He reached out and took her hands in his, pulling her to his bare chest and reaching up to cup her cheek again. “Don’t you want this?” he murmured. “Don’t you want me?”

Her gaze dropped to his lips. “Timothée, I…”

“I can love you,” he promised. “Let me show you.”

“You don’t understand,” she insisted. “It’s different for humans, from what I’ve seen. Mermaids, we don’t fall out of love. Ever. I will love you until I die, and probably even after. If I die in two months, I will die loving you. If I die in eighty years, I will die loving you. It’s never going away. It will only grow. That’s how it is for mermaids.”

Timothée stroked her cheek with his thumb, his eyes soft and intense at the same time. “You say that like being loved that much would be a bad thing,” he told her softly. “It’s not. I wouldn’t mind it.”

She stared at him. “You wouldn’t?”

“Why would I mind being adored by a sweet, beautiful, intelligent woman?” he asked. “Why would I object to that?” He stroked her cheek again, his lips a hairsbreadth from hers. “Who’s to say I wouldn’t feel the same way about you, if given the chance?”

Lea gulped, not sure if she believed him or not. “Timothée,” she breathed.

Something in his gaze shifted. And then, he kissed her.

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