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[thetriangletattoo]

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[dotster001]

Hello! I really liked your fanfic about mistletoe and I would like to submit my application. Can you write what type of girl the characters in the twisted wonderland like?

What Kind of Girl they Like

Summary: Fem! Reader What girl the twisted wonderland boys say they will fall for, versus who they will be attracted to.

CW: Fem! Reader, some of the boys are assholes with their answers, it's explained away in the who they end up with section, so take it with a grain of salt, also these are just my opinions. If you don't agree that's ok!

A/n:it is truly humbling how few of these I actually fit the description of 😭 also, feel free to send in an ask if you want the staff and non nrc boys, or a masc. Reader version (there are some differences for some of them for a male lover)

Masc Version gn! Version

Heartslaybul 

Ace Trappola

What he says

"I dunno, she'd have a great bod and make me sandwiches. Kidding! Sevens, don't glare at me like that, I was just messing with ya! She's probably smart, and sweet as sugar, and let's me get into trouble. And a great bod wouldn't hurt- hey don't throw stuff at me!"

Who he ends up with

Ace is going to be naturally attracted to a girl he can "bring out the worst in."  She probably starts out shy and quiet, then Ace adopts her into his friend group, and now they are sassing each other back and forth. She calls him out on his bullshit, and fights against his teasing with teasing of her own. But she also takes care of him when he's down. He's hiding a lot of insecurity under his cool guy exterior, so if she lets him snuggle, and lets him whine, and then whispers how much she loves him, he'll be a happy man. Also, side note, he's fine if you like sports, but if you know nothing about basketball, it means he gets to look really good when you come to his games. Just saying….

Deuce Spade

What he says

"Huh, I've never really thought about it. Um, I guess she's nice and funny, and isn't scared of my past. I'd also want her to be a little like you, Y/N….not that I like you! Well, I like you, not like like you, shit I'm sorry! This isn't sounding any better…"

Who he ends up with

He really means it when he says he wants someone like you. You're one of his first friends, and, in his mind, the person you date/marry should be your best friend. But if it's not you he ends up with, he will probably be attracted to a girl who's book smart, but less street smart. A little "dumb" like him, in a cute kind of way. He likes a cuddler, and maybe a girl who is shorter than him so that he can feel like he's swallowing her whole when he wraps his arms around her. Also, someone who encourages him and helps him with his homework/paperwork. 

Riddle Rosehearts

What he says

"I don't have time for a relationship right now….but I think I want someone well behaved who follows the rules- what are you smirking at? Just because you're a rule breaker doesn't mean every girl is. I'd also like her to be in the medical profession. You know, someone who works the same profession as me so we have similar interests."

Who he ends up with

As much as he hates to admit it…he's attracted to rule breakers. Not as bad as Ace obviously, he's not trying to go gray early. But if she says something like "let's have a non herbal tea" when it's time for only herbal tea…damn what a rush. By the time he gets serious with someone, he'll be confident enough in himself to cut ties with his mother, so she has to be strong willed, and willing to live off of a low budget for a while.  He'll need someone understanding, who knows he'll have relapses and be too much and too angry sometimes, and she has to be understanding of that, and encouraging of improvement, or he'll live with guilt for the rest of his life. 

Trey Clover

What he says

"Someone who's willing to settle down and grow fat and old with me. You're laughing, but I'm going to be running my parents bakery, and feeding people is my love language. Speaking of, you better finish off that slice of cake before the others steal it."

Who he ends up with

Trey isn't that picky. He really means it when he says he wants someone to get old and fat with. That's his dream. Running a bakery with his wife by his side, and growing old together as your own kids grow up and bring home their own spouses. But he also wants a girl he can blindside with his sadistic side. Someone who'll enjoy that side of him, but also someone who easily forgets it's there. It makes things more fun for him.

Cater Diamond

What he says

"Ha ha someone trendy and totes hot. Someone totally cammable. Aw, are you jealous? Don't worry, you'll always be my fave girlie, even if you're not the girl I love."

Who he ends up with

Cater wants someone who won't disappear when he looks away. Yes, if she's "cammable" that's the first thing he's looking for, but when all is said and done, if she seems like she's going to be flaky, he won't take it too seriously either, as a defense mechanism. He needs a girl with mental endurance, because he's going to spend the beginning of the relationship trying to scare her off. Not that he wants to, he just needs to know he won't be left alone like he usually is. He is going to be attracted to a girl who humors his trends and magicam addiction, but who also sees through him. Someone balanced.  She sees the real Cay Cay, but she's also willing to be his "trophy wife" online.

Savannaclaw

Jack Howl

What he says

"Oh, I uh, well someone who can keep up on a run with me I guess…"

Who he ends up with

Jack says he wants someone who can work out with him. And he would really be happy if he had a girl who was as active as him…but he'd also be happy with a curvy girl. He gets blushy thinking about holding someone soft and plush against his firm muscles. But he's flexible. In the end he won't choose his future wife based on appearance and activity. Wolf beastmen mate for life, so the main thing he is looking for is loyalty. Loyalty, and someone who would want to raise lots of kids with him. As long as you have those two traits, nothing else really matters to him.

Ruggie Bucchi

What he says

"Girlfriends are expensive, shihihi. Tell you what, you find me a lady with sticky fingers, and we'll eat the rich together."

Who he ends up with

This is a deflection. Ruggie loves the idea of a busy business wife, while he is a trophy househusband, cooking and cleaning for his high powered  lady. He wants a strong woman who will scratch his ears and tell him he did such a good job! Then he'll draw her a bath, and massage her feet as she tells him about her day, then they'll snuggle and make out until they fall asleep…that's the dream anyway. He can be a little worker bee until you rise through the ranks, which you will, Ruggie has absolute faith in you. You guys can rob people early on if you have to. In short…Ruggie wants a dommish woman who will call him a good boy and keep him well fed.

Leona Kingscholar

What he says

"Body pillow"

"That's not-"

"Body pillow"

Who he ends up with

He's going to be attracted to a strong woman who whips his ass into shape. Someone who says, "Hey bitch, you're going to therapy, cause I love you and want you to be happy!" And then she actually makes him go. And when he does go, she rewards him with snuggles, and soft kisses. He wants a woman who's never scared of him, who's self assured, and is certain and vocal about her feelings for him.

Also, she has to accept that nighttime is when she's a body pillow. That's an absolute must.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

What he says

"Why do you wish to know? Are you attempting to reach my standards? Ha ha, let's see. A woman who is ethereal, who is willing to dress stunningly, and sit in my lap when I make deals, so that competitors can see what a high value man I am."

Who he ends up with

If that didn't make you want to throw up 🤢. He'll be attracted to someone who makes him feel beautiful in subtle ways. He knows how easy it is to spin a verbal web of lies. But there's some things you can't fake. Like allowing someone to rest on your lap, and caressing their hair. Or squeezing someone's hand gently when you have to let go. Or pressing a kiss to someone's cheek after you help them straighten their outfit. It's the soft romantic moments that'll speak to Azul when he finds his love. Aside from that, he's not looking for anything in particular. Just someone who makes him feel loved and beautiful.

Jade Leech

What he says

"Fu fu who's to say? Perhaps you are the woman of my dreams. Or not."

Who he ends up with

She's a woman who can see through him. She's someone who never compares him or confuses him for his twin. She's smart. Very smart. She eats his mushrooms and goes on hikes with him. She is patient with Floyd. What Jade is looking for….is female Jade. Someone like that is the only one who can truly keep up with him.

Floyd Leech

What he says

"Aw Shrimpy! Are you worried? Don't worry, whoever she is, I'll still squeeze ya!"

Who he ends up with

He's looking for someone fun. That's his only criteria. At least that's what he says. He can't be sure if he loves her because she's fun, or if she's fun because he loves her. In that sense, it's sort of a soulmate situation for Floyd. Whatever will be will be. He'll just know. 

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Also she has to be squeezable. 

Scarabia

Kalim al Asim

What he says

"I love everybody!"

"But-"

"Have some of this ice cream, it's amazing!"

Who he ends up with

He wants someone he can spoil, but he doesn't know that. It's something in his subconscious. He doesn't want things in exchange either. So she has to be someone who is okay with being spoiled, and doesn't feel guilty about it. He's going to be attracted to someone who loves life like him, but also helps to keep him grounded. And if she has a spark of danger in her, oh man, he'll be simping so hard. 

Jamil Viper

What he says

"I'm not going to even think about it until my freedom is assured. Kalim has promised, but it would be irresponsible to force someone into servitude with me."

Who he ends up with

Jamil is going to be attracted to a hard worker. Someone who's dedicated, and slightly serious. He's also looking for a girl who will see how hard he works, and pampers him from time to time. He's never been in charge of anything, so he likes being the boss of the household. Not that he doesn't see her as an equal! On the contrary, he wants his marriage to be a partnership. But the idea of having somewhere where he is king is definitely something he likes. She can rule the house from as well. They can split the time they rule over the household. They'll take turns being served and pampered.

Pomefiore

Epel Felmier

What he says

"Um, she knows I'm the boss. Wait, that came out misogynistic, sorry I jus mean she knows I'm manly and can support her an all that."

Who he ends up with

He says he wants a cutsie tiny housewife, so that he can be the manly man at the manliest job for mans. He really will be attracted to any girl who doesn't doubt his masculinity, nor call him cute. Someone who tells him that they feel safe and secure with him. He says he wants a short wife. But he's fine with any size or shape as long as she sees him as someone who can care for her. 

Rook Hunt

What he says

"Mademoiselle trickster, I can find beauty in every woman."

Who he ends up with

What he says is actually true. He can and will fall in love with every kind of woman. It's hard to say who he will tie himself to, in the end. It'll be someone who he heavily bonds with and imprints on. It's a lot like with Floyd. Essentially a soulmate situation.

Vil Schoenheit

What he says

"Hm. Why do you want to know, potato? I suppose she's professional, and beautiful, and cares about her image enough that she doesn't cause a scandal."

Who he ends up with

The thing about Vil is, he's not that far off from Rook in his take on beauty. He doesn't so much believe in conventional beauty, or societal beauty standards. He knows everyone has an individual definition of health and beauty. When he says he's looking for a beautiful woman, he's looking for someone who's willing to reach her full potential. Or, more accurately, to allow him to help her reach her full potential. Vil never admits it, but he adores pampering and styling people. His love language is helping people look their best. So if she's someone who knows herself enough to know what style she likes, he'll appreciate it, and take up the mantle of doing the hard work, ie making outfits, styling hair and makeup, formulating skin care etc. TLDR, he wants a confident self possessed woman he can dress like a doll, and show off.

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

What he says

"-------------" mutes ipad.

In his head, he doesn't think any woman would ever love him. But his dream woman is a sexy anime cat girl.

Who he ends up with

What he'll be attracted to is someone who is patient, speaks at a reasonable volume, and is assertive enough to make him leave his room. Essentially, winning Idia's heart is a siege. You'll have to starve him out. That's the patience bit. The reasonable volume comes from him being easily scared by loud noises. Assertive enough to make him leave his room…well that speaks for itself. He wants to believe he can be part of the outside world, and the girl he will fall for will be willing to show it to him.

Diasomnia

Sebek Zigvolt

What he says

"She is someone of noble bearing, who shall help me defend my liege!"

Who he ends up with

He'll fall for a woman who is stronger, mentally, physically, etc., than him. A woman who can put him in his place. A woman who speaks, and it makes him shut up, and sit pretty. She's assertive, and can come off as abrasive to others but to Sebek? Sevens, he'd die for a smidgen of her affection.

Silver

What he says

"I don't think it's worth it to try and define the girl I'll fall in love with. There are so many wonderful women, and my father always told me that love is the greatest mystery in this world. Who's to say who I'll fall in love with?"

Who he ends up with

Silver will fall for someone soft. The entire romance will be soft. Soft caresses in the moonlight. Soft kisses in the morning. Soft fingers gently intertwining.  She'll be empathetic about his sleep condition, never blaming him since it's not his fault. She'll be gentle with his animal friends. She'll be sweet and kind and the very image of a Disney Princess. I'm picturing Aurora, actually. How ironic.

Lilia Vanrouge

What he says

"Fu Fu Fu wouldn't you like to know."

Who he ends up with

Lilia can and has fallen for every kind of woman. He's lived a long time. He's had the time to romance lots of women.  What he'd probably fall for in this stage of his life, is someone he can tease, and play around with, but who is also ready to settle down a little bit. Someone who enjoys the little things in life. He's getting a little old. He wants to build onto his family that he already has. Silver can stand to have three or ten more siblings, right?

Malleus Draconia

What he says

"You."

Who he ends up with

You.

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[starlling-writes]

What if wizard!Tav was the apprentice of Morena Dekrios (Gale's mum) but like, after Gale already went off to fuck Mystra and whatnot, so the two never met.

What if, for like the majority of the game, Tav feels like they know Gale somehow but can't place why/how. Then finally, when they meet Tara and she calls Gale, "Mr. Dekarios" IT CLICKS. And Tav suddenly remembers all the stories Morena has told them about her son, and his little baby portraits, etc. Then...

Option 1: Tav uses their knowledge to tease Gale. It starts out as subtle things, like maybe getting him a dessert she knows he liked as a kid. Then gradually getting more obvious that they know shit about Gale -- which at first makes him nervous/anxious. But then Tav confesses and Gale is hit by an immediate wave of understanding, and simultaneously a wave of "......fuck."

Option 2: If they dating, Gale eventually arranges a date for Tav to meet his mum. He's nervous, especially since Tav is acting so nonchalant about something he views as serious as meeting the parents. "It'll be fine, Gale. She'll love me, I'm sure of it." When they arrive and Morena sees them together, she pauses for a moment, looks back and forth between them, and says, "This is who you've been dating?" Gale starts to defend Tav, but Tav jumps in like, "Yeah, I stole him back from Mystra; seemed like the only way we could get him to come to family dinner again." Gale is confused, of course. Tav laughs and explains, then adds, "Told you she'd love me."

if anyone writes a fanfic with this idea, i'd love to read it. plz tag me or send it to me <3

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August Baby

summary ; a humid july day, joel admires his pregnant partner and lends out a helping hand.

pairing ; joel x reader

word count ; 1.5k

warnings ; smut, pregnancy, established relationship, adult language

a / n ; this is written special for the idea of @sn1peraj, i agree, most fanfics are written with joel finding out years later about his long lost child, but this is for the active father in joel, the less frightened. i have realized this is just mainly smut, but if we like daddy joel we can very much do more of him. please send in what you'd like to see. much love and appreciation to you tots.

streams of light crept through the grotty curtains causing you to stir lightly stirring under the layers of blankets. you struggled trying to remain asleep, not ready to get up and deal with the crispy air of late august. tucked in behind you was joel, his chin tucked into your your shoulder and hand draped over your swollen stomach. his mellow breathing indicating to you he was still asleep.

your fingers traced of his hand, smiling softly. moments like this you felt normal, like you and joel weren't just surviving in the end of the world, you were a family, a normal family. you wish they could last forever, just paused in time.

not wanting to disturb joel, you slid out from under his loose grip, laying his hand down on the mattress. sitting up on the edge of the bed, you ran fingers through your hair before pulling it up into a loose bun. pushing yourself off the mattress your grabbed a fleece blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders before making your way into the kitchen entrance.

snoring softly on the couch laid ellie, basically now the daughter you never had. she chose you guys and you chose her. she reminded joel of sarah and the relationship the two had you would never allow to split.

filling the kettle with water, you set it on the stove, getting prepared for coffee. rummaging through the cabinets, you looked for what could be prepared for breakfast, soon deciding a can of peaches, peanut butter toast and eggs would be suitable. humming in satisfaction everything was laid out on the counter. turning back to the stove you shut off the burner, pouring instant coffee into the kettle, stirring until dissolved.

arms wrapped around your stomach, rubbing the bottom of your stomach softly, " good morning mama, how are you feeling? " you giggled slightly, taking a deep breath before turning around. your arms wrapped around joel's neck, leaning your forehead against his chin. " good, " you lied. in all honesty this pregnancy has been rough, start to now. your body ached all the time, you were constantly uncomfortable, you felt starved because you didn't have the luxury of just eating whenever.

joel's hands settled in the dip of your back, rubbing circles with his calloused thumbs. you hummed in pleasure, having some of the tension released off your back. your hips swayed back and forth, leaning into him, moving your hands from his neck you slid them under his shirt and up his back, dragging your nails up and down. a soft moment mewled from joel's lips, " don't start something you won't finish, remember what got us here sweetheart. " trialing your hands down him back you stopped at the waist band of his pants, dripping your fingers under the seam and plucking them towards you. " it's hard to miss when i look like a planet under this shirt, " murmured into his neck as you planted delicate kisses on his neck. his hands traveled your body, gripping onto the glob of your ass, giving a small squeeze causing you to moan in his neck. " better be quiet before you wake the girl up, i don't think this is somethin' she atta see. " pulling away, your finger danced across his jaw, " then maybe we should take this back to the bedroom? "

patting your cheeks you moved past him, joel close on your trail. closing the door behind him. you instantly dropped to your knees in front of him, tugging his pants and boxers down and gripping his member, running your thumb over the tip, feeling it twitch in your hand. a groan erupted him his chest as you spit on his cock and moving your hand from the base back to the tip. " baby girl... fuck... i needed this.. i needed you." he strokes your hair as you take his tip into your month, licking the precum, humming softly. his head falls back with his eyes closed. you needed this just as much as he did. you two barely spent time alone together and the last time you were intimate was weeks ago, maybe even a month. joel had just been busy on runs. you were just as starved as he was, caring for you this is what you could do to repay him.

your mind was nothing but stars at this point, eyes closed and your jaw tightening, and tears brimming your eyes as you took him all the way in your mouth. your nose against his below his naval, you gripped his thighs, digging your nails in as he held your head there for a moment, " oh shit "

you pushed his hips back, pulling away for a breath before he groaned, rough hands pulling your head back down to the base, gagging you as he thrusts his hips into your throat. your nails dug into his thighs, digging harshly as his thrusts became stronger. " that's it baby... you like taking my cock between those pretty lips. "

you hummed, tears falling down your cheeks, pulling back, " please joel...please..fuck me. " you begged, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable at this point. you needed to feel him, you needed him between your legs as if your life depended on it. " clothes off and on the bed, bend over for daddy, i want to see all of you. i want to see what is mine. " you obeyed, moving to the bed, taking your shirt off, followed by everything else. you placed your knees on the bed, resting your head on the on the pillow, looking back at joel.

stoking his cock, he got on the bed behind you, placing a small kiss on your soaking cunt, dragging his tongue between your folds. you mewled. joel placed a hand on your lower back, pressing his tip against your throbbing heat. you wiggled back at him, grinding your ass against him. " please.." he pushed inside you with ease and you whined, the pressure between your thighs being somewhat released. joel moved slowly, filling you up until he bottomed out, a grunt drew from his lips as he pulled his hips back and thrusted again. " holy fuck sweetheart.. always so tight for me.. like you've never been fucked" he moaned out, you rocked your hips back to him, meeting each one of his thrusts as they became stronger, quicker. your toes curled as you shoved your head into the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds that escaped you.

the fire that burned in the pit of your stomach was building up quick, you knew he could feel it. your back met his chest as he pulled you up, wrapping his hand around your stomach, " you look so good, all swollen and shit. i don't tell you how hard it makes my dick seeing you carryin' my kid. so fuckin' hot. " his hands no longer on your stomach had moved down to your puffy cunt, his rough finger moving between your folds and landing on your clit. rubbing circles and he pounded you from behind. " o-oh fuck j-joel. right t-there. i'm gonna..i'm gonna c-cum. " you cried out as he pushed your face back into the pillow, hands gripping your hips as a lifeline, slamming his hips into yours. your thighs trembled as you creamed on his cock, your knuckles white from gripping the bed tightly. your entire body shook as he continue until his load was blew into you, coating you walls with his seed. " h-holy f-fuck y/n " he groaned out, pulling out and collapsing beside you.

you were numb, as your laid on your side, ignoring the milky substance that leaked for you. you breathing was heavy and the air smelled of sex and sweat. you stared at joel, not believing how you've gotten so lucky with him, the man that said no words to others, rough exterior and was an introvert, closed off to everyone else. his guard down when it came to you, you were safety, home, no matter where you were.

joel moved a piece of hair out of your face, a small smile, not much but evident enough, he leaned over, pulling you into a deep kiss. " i love you mama, i love all of you and your planet looking self. " your heart swelled. joel rarely showed his feelings, always keeping his guard up but only to let it fall when it was just the two of you. " and i love you, i love us, and i love our baby. " you beamed with happiness. the soft touch of his hand tracked back onto your plump belly, leaning down to kiss it softly. his world felt whole, he had you, ellie, and you were carrying his future. it's been decades since he held a newborn but he was more than ready to be a father again. sarah would've been excited. she would've loved you, he knew how much she would've appreciated having a mother around, and possibly a new sister if ellie was still in the picture then. how differently would his life have played out?

shaking himself out of his own thoughts, he sat up, groaning in a stretch, "i think after that, i need a shower and some of my woman's cookin' "

tag ; @pofties

[shitty-writers-blog]

THE ONE WHERE YOU ASK FOR HELP [EP.1]

I also am still getting to know Colter Shaw. He is being written as I depict him so far, and hopefully, later on, I will be able to know how to write about him perfectly.

Hey guys, this is my first ever fanfic. I know it's not gonna be the best, so please be nice to me.

Please feel free to tell me how I can write better and maybe send it request? I hope you guys enjoy/like this first part.

Colter x F! Reader

You had been pacing back and forth unable to decide whether to worry about your brother who you haven’t heard from in a week, usually he would call after he arriving to his destination, your brother had caught the traveling bug at a young age like you mother. Unlike you who hated the thought of traveling due to all the responsibilities you had to take in as a young teenager, your mom was always traveling to New places whether it was in the country or international, your father had decided to spilt from you and the rest of the family because he’d grown tired of your mother’s antiques. If you weren’t so protective of your brother you would have left with your dad as well, but because your brother didn’t want to leave mom you ended up sacrificing your childhood, your father still provided financially, but emotionally or physically he wasn’t present.

During all this you had your best friend Colter Shaw to keep you afloat, soon y'all started dating junior year and continued all through your college journey it wasn’t, until Colter decided he wanted to be a rewardist and travel to find missing people for money, you tried making it work, but you were exhausted at the idea of him traveling and doing the long distance thing so you did something that you never wanted to do. You ended things with him, as he was in the middle of proposing, he tried to convince you to work with him, but you explained your issues with traveling and then that was it you never saw or spoke to Colter again.

That is until your brother potentially went missing, you still had Colter's number at least you hoped you thought to yourself, you kept messing with you lips, with furrowed eyebrows, thinking deeply about wondering if you were being to overprotective, that maybe he was alright and you’re just worked up over nothing because let’s be honest your brother wasn’t the best at calling you to assure you he’s fine.

“Fuck it.” You said as you picked up your phone from your bed and scrolled at your contact list until you found his name Shaw you pressed call and as it started to ring your heart started to beat fast and loud, you inhaled and exhaled as you continued to pace in your room, as you were about to hang up, you heard his voice.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” you heard his voice with a lace of worry and confusion, you face palmed yourself wincing at how stupid you probably were- “uh, hello? Y/n are you there?” he interrupted your train of thought “Oh um, yeah hey Colter!” You said a bit more enthusiastically than you intended you cringed at yourself as you shook your head in annoyance why can’t you act cool for once you thought to yourself. “um, sorry to bother you Colter and I wish we would talk under different circumstances, but um- are you still doing that rewards job by any chance?” you asked hoping he would be able to help you with your situation, you heard a chuckle as he answered back a simple yes and asked what was going on with you. You explained to him the situation and he told you how lucky you were because he had just finished a job, he told you how he’d drive up to your place since he was 2 hours away, you thanked him and then hung up the phone.

I decided it would be better if I got dressed, so I took a quick shower even used my favorite scented exfoliator because why not. And did my normal shower routine, then I decided to do my routine that I always do after a shower. I decided to clean up a bit even though it was already pretty clean, once I turned my wax melt on I heard the door bell ring. I straightened myself and checked myself in the mirror to make sure I looked okay, I took a deep breath in and I exhaled it as I opened the door. “Wow! Um, hey, I uh got lost- how is it that all these apartments look very identical?” I laughed Stepping to the side as a sign for him to enter, he smiled as he entered my house noticing I had a shoe rack by the door and he started to take his shoes off. “Thanks for taking your shoes off, most people who visit never do and I’m always to shy to say something.” I explain while shutting the door behind me, he nodded and gave a small smirk, “well I’m very observant and I’ve known you since we were young, every time I entered your room I always had to take my shoes off. Only difference now is I don’t have my own inside pair of slippers to put on.” I frowned a bit at the memory, but let out a breathy chuckle, “I bought a new pair for my brother Chance, for when he crashed at my place. You two have the same shoe size so you can have those,” Colter smiled nodding as a way to silently thank me, I walked up to my little storage closet and got the pair out and handed it to him, he went and sat on my couch and I sat distantly close to him.

I looked at the floor nervously because this was the first time in years we’ve seen each other and first time seeing him, I realized those feelings were still there towards him, and the fact that he had a major glow up. I bit my lip trying to come up with a topic to converse, but my mind wouldn’t stop going down memory lane about how we used to be inseparable and the last thing I said to him was no to becoming his wife. There has always been a part of me that regretted saying no, to breaking up with him just because he chose to do this for a living and the fact that it involved so much traveling, I just couldn’t go through what my mother put me through with Colter. “Y/n?” I looked up confused at him, “I asked you to voice your thoughts.” I looked away a bit flushed at how well he could read me, I even thought for a second he was able to read my mind. “oh well, it's nothing, really.” I tell him making eye contact with him for the first time in 10 minutes, he raised his eyebrow as a way to tell me he didn’t believe me and gave me that look he would always give me that said to spill it or he’d get it out of me. I rolled my eyes and told him how annoying he still was, and that made him laugh, “yeah okay, I hate to mention this, but your brother, why do you think he’s missing?” I sighed, putting my legs up to my chest, looking at my coffee table, taking a deep breath and bolting myself up, starting to pace back and forth, telling him everything I knew and didn’t know.

[gojosmovingcastle]

karaoke nights - jjk x gn-reader

(cute little fluff from jujutsu tech years. this was part of a Nanami fanfic idea I had but it's so cute as a stand alone that I couldn't let it die. y/n's curse technique was close to Suguru's but she absorbed curses the same way and got their cursed technique instead of using physical curses.)

(smoking warning, but also no shit if suguru or shoko is involved.)

☄. *. ☄⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆☄. *. ☄☄. *. ☄⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆☄. *. ☄

Suguru, Shoko, and Y/n waited for the rest of the group in the alleyway by the karaoke place. "These curses are getting too unpredictable." Suguru split open his cigarette with his pocket knife, huffing over the difficult mission they had just returned from.

Shoko was leaning against Y/n. The lollipop stick brushing over Y/n's ear as they tried to settle their shaking hands from the long mission.

"I feel like they are just sending us on these to collect curses and their powers for the elders own artillery." Suguru paused thinking over his Y/n's words.

Could they just collect as many as they wanted and use it to their own advantage?

Did the two have a limit of how many curses they could absorb?

Y/n held open the cigarette for Suguru to put the weed in. "I might have to get my lungs checked if this continues." Y/n started to roll up the spliff and pass it to Suguru, pulling a lighter out of their pocket. 

The two curse absorbing sorcerer's passed the rolled up paper back and forth, giggling and talking nonsense. 

"Nanami said if I ever bring a drunk Gojo around him again he would not talk to me for a week." Y/n commented leaning against Suguru as they reminisced on Gojo's birthday and how he serenaded Purple Rain to Nanami in a bar full of sorcerers. 

"I really can't blame him," Shoko laughed as Suguru threw his arm over Y/n's shoulder and guided them to the front of the building as he heard Gojo's boisterous voice already.

The duel team could already Nanami on the verge of breaking when the group came into view. "Suguru! Kagura!" Haibara was the first to see them, waving them over and pulling Gojo's attention from the blond. "Y/nnnnn!" Gojo immediately ran to them, crashing landing in between the Suguru and Y/n. 

"Better," Y/n had heard Gojo whisper to himself as he threw his arms over the two, his body physically settling and infinity finally turning off after his three day long mission.

"Satoru," Suguru smiled over at his best friend as Y/n broke off letting the two catch up. Suguru and Y/n had been away for a week.

"Yuu-kun! Kento-kun!" Y/n skipped up to the two, Haibara catching her and twirling them around.

"How was your mission? I heard you got to go to Fuji Q!" Y/n excitedly hugged Nanami around the waist, and he rubbed his hand along their back in a side hug. "It was so cool! Satoru threw up after the third roller coaster from too many sweets, it was sick!" Y/n laughed along with Haibara much to Gojo's distaste.

"You and Kento should go soon, he loved it," Yuu nudged Nanami behind Y/n's back with a wink, making the taller man shake his head with a slight smile.

Y/n smiled and looked up at their best friend, "Well it's not Fuji Q, but the cherry blossom festival is coming soon. Maybe we can go and ride some old carnival rides instead?"

Y/n's bright smile broke Nanami's permanent bored look. His eyes brightened just a bit and he nodded in agreement. "As long as we aren't dragged out for a mission." He said softly, starting to walk into the place he had ben dreading the whole train ride.

"Well, should we get started?" Suguru stood by the front desk, Satoru's black credit card in his hand and a wide smile on his face. 

"Ohhh, get the deluxe package!" Y/n skipped up to the desk next to the black haired sorcerer who was looking over the options. "That card still has a limit!" Gojo protested as the Geto and Y/n threw in every little add-on they could find with evil smiles. 

"This is payback for making Nanami do all the hard work this week." Y/n shrugged tossing him back his credit card as they followed the man with a now large cart of sweets and food to their room. 

"But, Y/n," Gojo groaned and pouted, slumping his lanky body onto them, "you know he wouldn't have worked with me even if I tried."

[canadiannationalfox]

Murder Drones Fanfic - A Mother's Wrath, A Father's Softspot, and Brave Girl

Tessa and J were in the library drawing pictures together laying on the floor. It had maybe been a week or two since J had been built and assigned to be Tessa's drone.

The 9 year old held up a doodle of her and J as slightly square-ishly shaped dogs. She giggled as she kicked her feet back and forth, "I drew us as Bluey dogs!"

J looked up from her drawing of a little shadowy girl with a beautiful white unicorn. "That's really good, Tessa," J encouraged warmly, "I'm really proud of you."

Tessa glanced over curiously. "What are you making, J?" she giggled, being a little nosy by slightly raising herself up onto her knees and elbows to get a better view.

The worker drone with the synthetic white ponytails finally relinquished and showed Tessa the drawing. "It's silly, it's nothing special..."

Tessa sat upright in a criss-cross-apple-sauce way before picking up the drawing and admiring it. "WOWIE! THAT'S SO PRETTY!" she exclaimed before explaining, "And I love the unicorn! Unicorns are the best horses!"

J sat up right, moving closer to Tessa. "Well, it's a rainy day today. Do you know what that means?"

Tessa trilled excitedly as she side hugged J, "We get to watch the archive of Bluey videos!" She packed up her art supplies and ran over to the part of the library where there was a television for watching movies and shows.

The two had spent the last 30 minutes watching episode after episode together, sitting on the floor together, laughing at the antics of the Heeler family. The Maid drone and her favourite human were in the middle of watching the episode about Bingo dreaming of being in space with her stuffed rabbit when Louisa walked into the library so she could read her true-crime novellas.

J quickly turned off the episode and whispered to her favourite human, "Tessa, I think we should get out of here, you know how your mother gets when she's in the library."

The young Elliott heiress nodded and took J's hand to try to sneak out of the library. She looked worriedly left and right as she reached the edge of the row of books before she started to bring J along with her.

"Just about home free..." Tessa whispered to J, the two were almost to the doors of the library when...

"TESSA JAMES ELLIOTT!" the Elliott Family matriarch shouted.

The ebony haired girl turned around, meeting her mother's gaze. "Oh.... h-hi Mother, we were just leaving.."

"You know the rules, young lady! And so should your drone!" Louisa snapped cruelly as she slammed her book down on the table.

Tessa flinched, hugging onto J like a scared koala. "W-we were leaving... honest!"

Louisa stood up, storming over to the girl and her drone, looming over the two like an ominous obelisk before she commanded, "Let go of your robot, Tessa."

Tessa held strong, refusing to let go of J. "NO!"

J hugged Tessa back and whispered, "Tess, you should probably listen."

Tessa shook her head no, making her braids fly back and forth. "I'm not letting go, J, you didn't do anything wrong."

Louisa got angrier, now shouting, "LET GO OF YOUR ROBOT OR YOU WON'T BE EVEN ALLOWED OUT FOR DINNER!"

Tessa didn't want to let go, she didn't care.

Louisa slapped Tessa hard, sending her flying back.

J looked on in horror at what happened, she went to run over to her favourite human who's right cheek was now red from the slap, when she was picked up by the back of her maid dress. She struggled a bit but gave up, letting herself be held like that to avoid any further punishment.

Tessa pleaded, "Mother no! It's not J's fault. Please, please!" trying to chase down her maternal figure who was walking with J towards the cellar door.

Louisa yanked open the cellar door and dropped J down onto the floor and commanded, "MARCH DOWN THE STAIRS, THAT'S A CORPORATE ORDER!"

J looked back at Tessa, her expression almost emotionless, save for a worried frown. She turned away from her favourite human and marched herself down the stairs, she didn't have a choice.

Tessa stared up at her mother, tears filling her eyes as she watched the woman lock the door. "W-we were trying to leave..." she sniffled, holding her face where it was sore.

"Do you think I care?" Louisa barked at her daughter, towering over the little girl like a monster, "You know the rules, when I use the library, no one else is allowed in! NOW GET OUT OF HERE OR YOU'LL BE OUT IN THE RAIN UNTIL YOUR FATHER GETS HOME."

The ebony haired 9 year old girl ran out of the room, too scared to scream or cry, her heart was breaking. Tessa hid in a closet under the grand staircase, pulling her knees into her chest and crying, since she didn't want her mother to find her crying.

J meanwhile, was in the dark and lonely basement of the Elliott Manor. She was distraught after everything she saw, and yet, she didn't feel much at all. "Corporate's spoken," she whispered to herself, the dark barely brightened by the LED light coming from the backs of her hands and her LED eyes. She walked around the dusty and cold space used for storing barrels of wine and rum as well as extra chairs for the ballroom. "Looks like this is home until Boss gets back."

J sat on the basement stairs and sighed, she wished she could've done something to protect Tessa, but, she couldn't do anything to disrespect her employers.

After some minutes of quiet brooding, the silver haired drone girl could hear gentle sobs coming from somewhere. She followed the echo that to J sounded like a precious angel crying to a vent in the ceiling. The maid looked up through the air duct into a dark room. "Is someone there?" J asked softly, she knew it was Tessa but, she wanted to not startle the little girl.

The girl in the room above stopped her sobbing and looked to the grate on the floor beside her. "H-hello?" she sniffled as she looked down, eventually seeing her favourite and only drone's eyes through the dark. "J.... I'm so sorry... I should have listened," she sniffled, her heart heavy with remorse.

J had her chance now, to get back a Louisa for hurting Tessa, J thought for a bit and instructed firmly but kindly, "Tessa, remember the story of Little Red Riding Hood?"

Tessa let out a small and sorrowful "mm-hmm" in response to J's question.

The maid drone called up through the small air shaft, "How she was a big brave girl when the wolf was going to eat her, and she hit him in the stomach with a table lamp and went to get help from the lumberjack?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Tessa, I'm going to need you to be a big brave girl and sneak into your Dad's office and phone him."

Tessa went silent for a bit and started crying again. "B-but I'm scared... I don't have you to protect me... what if Mother catches me? A-a-and how will I get into Father's office, he locks it when he's working or away."

"She won't if you're careful," J insisted pleading the sorrowful girl above, "Get to the ballroom's kitchen and use the dumbwaiter to get up to his office, "

Tessa responded with a little laugh at the word dumbwaiter, yet her voice still wavered with sorrow, "What's a dumb waiter?"

J couldn't help but smile a little at her favourite human's giggle, responding back caringly, "It's the little elevators the manor uses for food, the ones you hide in when we play hide and seek." She asked again, "So, are you going to be a big brave girl for me?"

Tessa responded, her voice still a little shaky from crying, but more sure of herself and the goal now, "I'll do it... I'll be a big brave girl for you, Jaybird..." She reached her little hand as far down as it'd go into the short air vent.

J reached up into the small duct, her finger tips just tapping Tessa's. "You can do this, I believe in you... Get to your Father's desk and call him from the phone and tell him everything.

Tessa pulled her hand back and whispered into the vent, "I'm going to go be brave now, thank you, Jaybird, you always know what to say." She stood up as tall as she could, dusting off her black overall dress and opened the closet door carefully. She looked around the room to ensure no one was there, she looked over to the library, seeing the frosted pane doors to the library still closed. She made her way along the wall carefully to make sure that if her mother was looking out the door that the movement wouldn't be as detectable. Once she got to the blindspot of the library doors, she took off her shoes and hurried to the ballroom, knowing that socks made far less noise from her midnight sneak-downs to the kitchen for cookies.

Tessa walked by one of the mirrors in the small corridor to the ball room and saw a small purple ovular bruise on her right cheekbone. She ran her thumb over it, pretending it was a battle stripe that she had painted on herself, and headed into the ballroom, doing her best to not step on the creakier floorboards along the edges of the room. Some maid drones were chatting as they worked polishing silverware. "Like I said 77, it's just dreadful, poor 1001, she's been having back issues, and not even Reginald can figure out how to fix that." 117 interjected, "Could you imagine having to dust the hallways with a hunched back from a damaged spine?"

Tessa dropped to the ground and crawled under some tables to get through without being spotted. She knew if any drone saw her, they'd want to chat, and that would get her caught in a heart-beat. She crawled out from one table and tucked and rolled to another one like a little spy, making her way carefully over to the curtains along the wall. She stood up as she made her way behind them.

A little hunched over maid drone hobbled by the curtains, her little voice greeting to her coworkers, "Oh... hello ladies," she held a hand on her back, "Alright, I've finished sweeping the vestibule... any idea what else I could do?"

Tessa peeked out from the curtains seeing the unnamed drone who always turned a blind eye when she went to steal cookies from the pantry but couldn't keep a secret very well. She held her breath.

"You could dust the curtains," 77 suggested.

1001 smiled at the idea and started walking over to the curtains after picking up a rubber carpet-beater. She did her best to hobble over to the curtains, happy to be able to do a job despite her disability.

Tessa shuffled as quick as she could while trying to not make the curtains move too much. "Shoot!" she whispered as she was just shy of the edge of the curtain, turning back to see 1001 glancing at her from the curtains' other side.

"Hello, Miss Tessa!" 1001 greeted happily, waving in the direction in which she saw the girl, only for when the curtain moved for Tessa not to be there, "Oh... I must be seeing things...."

Tessa was under the table closest to the curtains, she had another 5 feet to go before she could get into the dumbwaiter. She had to do something... anything to distract the drones. She looked around for anything she could throw. There was no cutlery under the tables, not even a ball-bearing. She thought and thought before she realized she'd have to take a risk and pull the table cloth and knock the vase over on her table. She got out from under the table, kneeling at the edge to stay hidden. The little girl breathed in and out and shook the table cloth, making the small vase with a single rose tip over and spill.

The drones began looking around for the source of the sound. Tessa dove for the kitchen door and slid around the corner, leaving the 3 maid drones to assess the table and the mysteriously knocked over vase. She clambered up through the little square hole in the wall into the cubby of the little elevator. She closed her eyes as she pressed the button on the outside of the dumbwaiter and pulled her arm back in as the tiny lift made it's way up. Tessa exhaled, feeling she was in the clear, until... she heard a distinct voice coming from the room below the office, as she rode up in the elevator shaft. It seemed that Louisa had gone back to her personal study to get something. "M-mother..." Tessa worried to herself, "She's on the floor below Father's office..." she insisted strongly to herself in a whisper, "I can't back down now, I need to be a big brave girl and save Jaybird." She climbed out of the window-frame entrance of the dumbwaiter and began shuffling herself across the floor still in her socks. She made it to her Father's desk and stood on her tippy toes to grab the receiver. She pressed the button on the older style landline to get a-hold of her father directly as she thought to herself, "Why do we still have a landline, those are over 1020 years old."

The phone hummed slightly as she held the receiver up to her ear, hoping to get through to her father. She prayed softly to herself, keeping her eyes shut, and then...

"Hullo! Office of James Elliott, James speaking!" the man's voice echoed through the speaker. Tessa spoke up in her little Aussie voice, doing her best to still be mostly quiet, "Father... I... I need you to come home."

"Hullo Tessa," he greeted in a friendly tone before he sounded a little annoyed, "I really can't right talk right now though. I have a lot of paperwork to do."

"N-no wait", Tessa pleaded into the phone, trying to say quickly but also quietly, "Father... Mother, she... she got mad and took away, J.." Tessa explained further, her voice getting shaky with tears, "She hit me, and now I'm unsupervised."

"Uh huh, I see..." James' voice echoed through the phone, his tone becoming more serious, "Well, I thank you for telling me what's going on, Tessa, but I won't be home for a little bit."

Tessa got scared, her voice getting louder as she pleaded, "Father, please!"

All of a sudden, there was the sound of a woman shouting from the floor below and the sound of footsteps. Tessa left the phone off the receiver and climbed back into the dumbwaiter to try to escape.

When Louisa eventually reached James' room with a key, she saw the phone hanging off the hook, emitting a dial tone, and no one in the office at all.

Tessa hid once more in the under-the-stairs storage closet to stay hidden from her mother. She waited in hiding until her Father got home, listening to the shouting match ensue outside of the closet where she and J held hands through the small opening in the floor to keep Tessa from crying. She eventually emerged from hiding once she heard her James Elliott, the CEO of JC Jensen call out for her. "I'm here, Father.. I'm sorry Father," she greeted, slightly bowing out of respect.

The Aussie man in the top hat approached his 9-year-old daughter and soothed, "Oh, Tessie. I'm so sorry for what happened today." He picked her up into his arms, before he laughed, "Crikey! You're becoming a big croco aren't you?" He looked to her face and saw the now darkened bruise. He frowned. "Oh Tessie... I'm so sorry,"

Tessa couldn't help but laugh a little, drying her few tears. She pleaded, as she looked into her Father's more bold greyish eyes, "Can you let J out of the basement?"

James sighed sternly, "Of course, let's go together, alright?" He scowled as he walked along carrying his daughter, "I am very upset at your mother, she should know that you're too young to be left all alone. That's why we built J, so you'd have someone to watch you."

Tessa leaned her head against her father's. "I... I was really scared... but, J called out to me from the basement and told me to be a big brave girl."

James stopped walking and he couldn't help but smile. He ruffled Tessa's hair, messing up her already messy bangs, before he chimed in, "Well, I'm not exactly happy you called me away from work, but I'm glad I could help. You're going to be the boss some day, young lady," he put his top hat on Tessa's head over top of her bow.

Tessa giggled and clung to her dad like a little koala. "I am?"

"Of course y'are, so it's good you're practicing being brave now. CEO's have to be brave, you daft little dingo. Best part, you'll get to have all the drone listen to you, and you can put anything in your tea that you like," he suggested, implying his addiction to adding vodka or rum to his morning tea.

The girl's innocent mind went immediately to the thought of putting 10 lumps of sugar into strawberry tea and she giggled.

The two finally made it to the library and James approached the door, hearing the sound of kicking. "I command you stop, drone!" James hollered at the door before he realized it was Tessa's robot and it wasn't really his place to get mad at J for trying to break down the door to come save Tessa.

"J! I called in the cavalry!" Tessa shouted to the hatch on the floor, she gave her father's hat back and hopped down from his arms.

J called out from the cellar door, "I'm so proud of you, Miss Tessa."

The JC Jensen CEO handed Tessa the key to the lock and stood back as he watched his daughter open the door. He smiled happily, watching J run up the stairs and pull his daughter into her arms, lifting the girl into the air before pulling her into a big hug. "J, you're a very good and protective drone."

J set down Tessa beside her and stood tall as a reaction to the validation from her boss. "All in a day's work, sir," she proclaimed proudly, making a small two finger salute to James.

The well-dressed Aussie man closed the basement door and suggested to Tessa happily, "Well, how's about we make you another drone, so J has a helper."

J and Tessa liked the sound of that, both saying in unison, "Yes please!"

It had been a week, and the new drone was starting to get on J's nerves. J, the new little butler drone, and Tessa were in the library drawing Bluey characters. J scoffed at N's drawings, "You really aren't good at art are you?"

N chimed in proudly, "I know, but I'm good for a drone that's one week old!" He looked up to the girl with the ebony braids and the romper dress with brass buttons.

"That's the important thing!"

The three heard Mrs Elliott's footsteps approaching the library.

Tessa gathered up her art supplies and papers and hid them behind some books. She whispered to her drones, "Brave squad, it's time to go. N, you're on distract mode."

N took a microfibre cloth out from under his hat.

Tessa let out a little quiet giggle upon seeing the drone's little bald head. "We're going to have to give you some hair later, N," the little Aussie admitted before she was hoisted up by J onto the maid drone's shoulders.

J whispered to Tessa as she started walking briskly with the girl sitting on her shoulders, "Come along, kiddo! Let's get you to safety."

N ran over to Mrs Elliott's favourite place and dusted off the table.

Louisa approached, raising an eyebrow in annoyance at the butler.

N bowed politely and greeted, "Good Morning Mrs. Elliott, enjoy your reading. Would you like some tea?"

The wicked hearted matriarch of the Elliott household's stern expression softened slightly as she was taken aback by the drone being polite. "Chamomile, strong brew, two tablespoons of cream, and don't forget a table spoon of honey," she informed sternly.

N nodded and headed on his way out of the library. Once he caught back up with J and Tessa, the three all looked at each other with serious expressions.

The 9-year-old girl started giggling at how well their plan had went, she hopped off of J's shoulders and pulled N and J into a group hug. She squealed with delight and informed to her favourite butler and maid, "Ooooh! I love you two so much! You're my bestest friends!"

N smiled to J who just rolled her LED eyes before she nudged him with her elbow.

The End

[allbymyselfexceptformycactus]

I need a fic with rockstar!Eddie being in love with the idea of tumblr and loving all the fanfic about the band, etc. And then his husband Steve (who is just some guy) somehow getting spotted by fans and all of a sudden there’s fanfic about Eddie and this random guy who keeps showing up in Corroded Coffin photos (we all know those two would be beyond co-dependent) and instead of thinking it’s weird he and Steve just start sending them back and forth. And like obviously they send the cute ones, but then Steve will wake up to a text from Eddie at 2 am and it will just be a link to the raunchiest fic he’s ever seen and then once he reads it he texts back his opinion (something like “why are your fans obsessed with the idea of you being the bitchy one, I didn’t spend years being a mean girl just to be disrespected like this”)

[red-viewe]

I need a part two of 'Dear secret admirer' twisted wonderland fanfic! That was so good.

If there is a rivalry with these boys this is going to be one of my top ten favorite fics! PART 2!!!!!!!!!!! PART 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear secret admirer(part✌)

'In which he sends you an anonymous gift, anonymously.

Part 1

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'I'll stay for decades just to see you everyday. You've ruined me. You've engraved yourself into my heart, and now my stupid heart yearns for your presence everyday. You should face the consequences of your actions.

-your secret admirer.'

Leona puts the note into an envelope, sealing it and uses tape to put it on a small box. Today was just like any other day, where he was skipping classes- again. But this time was not napping, but was secretly preparing a present for the Ramshackle prefect. Inside the box, was a small but sharp custom made pocket dagger with (eye color) details. The envelope was black, and contained his short but sweet note and pressed flowers.

Leona Kingscholar was a man who liked taking naps, so he was almost, if not- always at his favorite napping spot, the botanical garden. Y/n passed by everyday, to either stop to pick some flowers or to chat with a student, you'd never go a day without going to the garden.

So it was inevitable that you and the beastman would enounter. Whether it was some back and forth banter or some random topic, he expected to be able to see your face everyday. He started staring at you whenever you would pass by, and commanded the sacanaclaw students to treat you nice and with respect. Soon, it became too much for him to ignore.

He had fallen in love, and it's all your fault.

Leona closes his eyes, imagining your warmth hugging him, and his face warms up.

"Damn you, herbivore."

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"Stay with me and we can live happily forrrrevvvverrerr and we can hug and kiss and live each other so much. I hope when i confess, you return my feelings.

-love, your secret admirer"

Floyd was known for being seen as scary or intimidating- when really he just had alot of mood swings. It used to be lonely, but now didn't care.

However, Floyd leech found himself falling in love with a Shrimp who was just so...understanding?

You were one of the few people stayed with him no matter what.

The way you always listened to how he was feeling, and that you wouldn't give up trying to understand his feelings, the way that you would hug him and make him blush whenever you cheered him on. Th e way that you would make a witty remark back at him whenever you two were in a bickering type of mood. He loves you so much, it wasn't hard to see.

"Floyd, do you have a crush on the prefect?" Jade asked after Floyd just told him in detàil what you didn't and did like on pizza.

Floyd smiled widely, a faint blush reaching his cheeks. "Maybe."

"You don't want to scare them, maybe try sending them anonymous gifts slowly confessing your love so it's easier." Jade suggested one day, when Floyd was complaining about how hard it was not being able to confess his love without making it weird.

Floyd's face brightened at the idea, thanking his brother before excitedly making your gift.

The box was black, and covered in all kinds of stickers and was tied together with a messy teal ribbon. Inside, was a pair of gloves he decorated (with the help of jade and azul) and 3 packs of sea themed stickers.

Proud of his work, Floyd almost gave it to you in person before Jade stopping him and reminding him,

"Floyd you can't give it to them in person, it's supposed to be anonymous."

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Red's note

The 2nd part of the ask of where yhey have somesort of rivalry if DUCH A CRUNCHY IDEA i already have a fic abt it but i ahve to finish it😍👊 whether i release it or not is dependent on my mood when i finish it😚

[formula-1-otp]

Not Your Fault

Summary : some of the younger drivers decide to go play some football, all fun and games until Logan gets hurt

A/N : I just wanted to say thank you so much for the notes on my last fanfic I am so grateful and I hope you guys enjoy! Anyone needing any f1 obsessed friends and want to help with me prompts let me know! Now onto the story!

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Logan sat on the plane looking out the window, he was ready for the last stop of the triple header. Liam sat beside him as most of the grid was on the plane save for a few teams who had a few extra duties to do.

“Are you ready for another race weekend?” Liam smiled at his boyfriend he knew Logan was disappointed in himself after the last race weekend. Logan just nodded giving a small smile. Liam placed Logan’s hand in his before he started gently rubbing his thumb over Logan’s knuckles.

“How about we play some football when we arrive?” It was Lando with that suggestion. Liam, Logan and Oscar all smiled being sat within proximity of each other. The boys all helped entertain each other on the long flight before they finally made the descent into London. The drive to the hotel was long but it wasn’t too bad thankfully. They had landed very early in the morning so most of the fans were either sleeping or thought they were arriving later.

The boys made it in the hotel lobby and everyone checked into their rooms.

“Want to meet back down here in about half an hour and we’ll go play?” Logan said to the group getting a bunch of nods in return.

“Can we join?” Pierre asked from across the lobby with Yuki standing beside him.

“Of course, we’ll see you soon,” Logan smiled grabbing Liam’s hand and headed up to the room. The two blondes organized their stuff got changed quickly, and cleaned themselves up before getting ready to head back downstairs. Liam pulled on a red bull sweater before chuckling at Logan’s hurt expression.

“You know the media will be out and about,” Logan knew Liam had a point, they could never let the media find out so sometimes Liam took a few extra precautions.

Lando carefully kicked the soccer ball back and forth between his feet trying to get a quick warm-up before the rest of the group showed up. It wasn’t long before the rest showed up. Oscar looked on his phone for the nearest park with a field before the group headed out. They took some back roads trying to avoid the mass of fans and media. The walk was short and the park was thankfully mostly empty, a few small families spread about but mostly everyone just kept to themselves.

The boys all kicked the ball around getting a nice warm-up in.

“3 vs 3?” Lando asked holding the ball under his foot. The group nodded as Lando smiled. Oscar, Logan and Pierre all walked to one half of the field while Liam and Yuki went and stood behind Lando. Both “teams” made their version of a net getting ready for their small competitive game. The ball sat centered both teams ready before a small bit of chaos ensued. The boys were having a great time they decided to play to 5 points it was currently 4-4 both teams were getting competitive. Logan was up against Lando for a face-off.

“You ready?” Lando asked raising his eyebrow at Logan, the American smiled and gave a small nod. Both men went for it, it was Logan who was a tad faster. Managed to get the ball halfway down to their made net before Liam tried to kick the ball away unfortunately he made a slight miscalculation and kicked Logan's ankle sending the American tumbling to the ground with a sharp pain shooting through his ankle.

“Oh my god Logan are you okay?” Liam instantly dropped to his knees beside his boyfriend as Logan was clutching his left ankle. The other boys had started to make a circle around them Oscar was on Logan’s other side trying to help assess the situation.

“Hurts Li,” was all Logan could mutter, Liam’s face paled he couldn’t imagine if he had broken his ankle, Logan was supposed to race in two days and Liam potentially just ruined all of it.

“Can you move it at all?” That was Oscar’s voice bringing Liam back to the real world where he was needed currently. Oscar looked as Logan slightly moved his foot meaning it wasn’t broken but it wasn’t good.

“Let’s get him back to the hotel,” Oscar and Liam helped the American to his good foot placing one arm over each of their shoulders while Lando and the rest grabbed their stuff and started making a clear path back to the hotel while also trying to shield themselves in case any unwanted media was around. The walk back to the hotel was agonizing for everyone, Logan was still in a lot of pain Liam was feeling guilty and the rest of the group wasn’t sure how to react, they knew it wasn’t good.

Finally, back at the hotel, they made it to Logan and Liam’s room. Lando grabbed Logan’s phone getting Alex's number to call the young Thai driver picked up. Lando didn’t have time for pleasantries he was slightly panicking.

“Alex it’s Lando! I need the Williams medic number!?” He spat out so quickly, Alex on the other end was stunned for a second before he spat out the number he had for some reason memorized. Pierre who was right beside Lando was writing the number down and dialing before Lando was even off the phone.

“Why do you need the Williams medic?” Alex was slightly confused he knew McLaren had their medic most of the teams did.

“Logan had a bit of an incident but I’ll explain more later,” he quickly hung up the phone and turned back to the other 3 men around Logan, Lando could see Liam was shaking slightly trying to comfort his boyfriend. Oscar was also looking a little worried but he was able to hold it together a little easier than Liam could. Yuki was just trying to be helpful in any way he could. Pierre returned off the phone when there was a knock at the door quickly Pierre threw open the door to the William’s medic standing in front.

“Merci beaucoup! You were so quick!” Pierre leads the medic in and over to the bed.

“Well Logan you know I don’t like seeing you under these conditions and since everyone is worried about you can you tell me what happened?” The medic whose name tag said Cole started asking Logan some questions assessing the injury getting all possible information. After about half an hour of examining it, Cole looked at Logan and smiled.

“It’s not broken, it’s badly sprained, but if you keep off of it for the next couple of days you might be able to race still this weekend. But I will be back to assess it every day,” Logan couldn’t help but let out a smile it still hurt but if he was told he couldn’t race he wasn’t sure what he would do with himself, he needed the points he needed the seat time anything to prove he deserved to be there. “I’ll give you some pain medicine and some with a bit of sleep meds to help you sleep, for now just rest and keep off your ankle, I’ll let your trainer know and get him to bring you up some crutches.” Cole handed the boy some pills and explained how his routine should be over the day. Lando took this second of distraction to grab Liam’s arm, he slowly winked at Oscar hoping his boyfriend would understand, Oscar gave him a soft smile as he disappeared from Lando’s view.

“Hey talk to me Liam what’s going on?” Lando made sure to keep eye contact with the kiwi, he knew Liam could be a bit flighty. He and Liam had never been best of friends by any means but he knew Liam needed and friend unfortunately as a reserve driver the young Kiwi didn’t have a lot of friends on the road he was always friendly to everyone but hadn’t made a lot of connections aside from Logan’s friends.

“Nothing I just was worried I ruined the weekend, if he couldn’t race Lando, Williams would never let me see him again and it could’ve ruined his entire f1 career all because I wanted to have some fun,” Liam ran his fingers through his hair voice beginning to speed up he was panicking now he couldn’t deny it. Lando saw all the signs of a panic attack coming on he carefully slowed his breathing hoping that would help the energy around Liam.

“Liam, you need to calm down mate, can I touch you?” Lando could see Liam’s eyes darting around before they settled on Lando, Lando could see the tears slowly streaming down his cheeks. He nodded slowly before Lando carefully placed a hand on his back. “It’s not your fault Liam, it was just an accident, it’s not broken and he can probably still race Sunday if you take extra good care of him,” Lando smiled at the young man beside him as he could see the kiwi slowly calming down. After a few moments in silence as Liam was calming down he was finally ready to speak.

“Thank you, Lando, I needed that, sometimes I, I just don’t want to screw this up for Logan, he deserves his seat and I would hate to accidentally jeopardize that.” Liam smiled at the older boy, he was grateful that the older men could read him better than he could read himself.

“Now let’s get in there so you can take care of your boyfriend,” Lando stood to his feet helping Liam to his feet before they reentered the hotel room.

As the hotel door swung open, Logan looked to see his boyfriend and Lando re-enter. Logan couldn’t miss the tear streaks down his boyfriend’s cheeks but before he could even ask Liam had his arms wrapped around his boyfriend.

“I’m so sorry Logan, anything you need just let me know,” Liam said pulling back and smiling.

Liam spent the next 3 days waiting on Logan's hand and foot and the best part the young American still was allowed to participate in the race on Sunday and he did finish his best finish of P15. Liam was ecstatic for his boyfriend and was waiting in his garage when Logan arrived. Liam handed him his crutches as he exited the car.

“I’m so proud of you baby! P15 that’s amazing,” Liam embraced his boyfriend helping him take off some of his gear.

“Thank you so much Liam for everything,” Logan leaned into the hug placing his mouth beside Liam’s ear. “And none of it was your fault,” Logan gently whispered to his boyfriend before continuing to his media duties and his team’s celebration. Everything always worked out in the end and sometimes better than expected.

[hongcherry]

Hello love, Hope you're doing good :)

I've never been read a detailed aftercare scene in most of the fanfic and Im here to make a request, coz i can only trust your writing ! YOU ALWAYS NAIL IT 💅

Can we get a detailed aftercare scene (like washing her up, helps dressing, foods, some good cuddles) after some rough and good sex 🫢 ? maybe (fwb) jimin × reader

*sorry if there was any mistake coz english is not my first language

💞 Pairing: fwb!Jimin x Reader (afab)

💞 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Fluff, smut; Friends with benefits

💞 Warnings: pet name (kitten—bc its not a jimin fic if i don't include it sorry), rough sex, spanking, hair pulling, protected sex, dirty talk, reference to multiple orgasms, mention of feeling sore, aftercare(!!!)

💞 Word Count: 1.2k

💞 Author's Note: YOU'RE THE SWEETEST. THANK YOU! im touched you trust me with your request! im so sorry it took me so long to finish it; i hope you're able to find this on ur timeline :c and plz don't apologize! thank you for sending in this ask 🥰

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“Cute little ass all red from my hand,” Jimin observes with a smirk you can’t see.

You moan in reply, hands clutching the bedsheets below. Another sharp slap rings in the room when he hits your ass again. It’s sore from his constant spanking, but you strangely love the pain.

Jimin soothes the area with his warm hand briefly before connecting it to your other cheek—repeating the soothing process.

“Feels good, kitten? You like having my handprint on your ass?” he questions.

You nod, keeping your head pressing into the mattress.

“I want to hear your words,” Jimin tsks and grabs a fistful of your hair to lift your face up.

Your back arches, and it causes Jimin’s cock to slip slightly deeper into your dripping pussy.

“Yes!” you cry. “Love when you spank me.”

Jimin pulls your head back a little just to mess with you and then he lets you go and watches as you collapse on the mattress.

Six more slaps are given to your red ass, harsh and quick in succession. You’re making noises that are between a whimper and a moan. Each spank has you tightening your hold on the sheets, as well as clenching around Jimin’s hard length inside you.

The feeling of your tight walls makes Jimin moan and quickly pick up where he had left off before he paused to spank you.

Your body jerks back and forth as Jimin slams into you from behind. His skin collides with yours roughly.

“Gonna be my good little kitten and come around my cock again?” Jimin asks.

“Fuck, yes,” you gasp out, reaching a hand down to circle your clit rapidly.

Jimin continues his quick pace until you’re withering on the bed, crying out his name while your body shakes.

“So good for me,” Jimin grunts as he presses his weight into you, his own moans mixing with yours as he releases into the condom. He stays like that for a while before slipping from you and removing the ruined condom. He ties and tosses it in the trash bin, then falls back onto the mattress next to you.

You both lay breathing heavily, not needing to say anything for now.

After Jimin has regained some of his strength, he starts climbing off the bed. It’s not unusual for him to help you to the bathroom, but it is unusual for him to join you as you wash up.

You stand on tired legs under the warm water; Jimin stands beside you and gives you a small smile.

“What are you doing?” you ask tiredly.

“Helping you,” he says while squeezing some shampoo into his palms. He brings the product to your hair and begins massaging it in. “You gonna complain?”

You sigh, closing your eyes at the pampering. You would argue, but it’s nice to just relax after an intensive session.

You feel a pang of guilt that even though he did most of the work, he’s still helping you beyond the bedroom.

After rinsing the soap from your hair, you try to return the favor and wash his. Jimin chuckles and moves your hands away.

“Just relax, kitten,” he instructs. “I want to.”

“But you’re probably tired too,” you reply.

He shakes his head. “I feel fine. Now, let’s finish this up. I’m hungry.”

You laugh and nod. After twenty minutes of showering, you’re both snuggled on the couch with ramen in front of you. It’s not the fanciest meal, but it was quick and easy.

Jimin had even helped you dress, which you tried to protest again, but he refused to relent.

“You don’t feel guilty about earlier, right?” you question as he scrolls through the list of movies and shows.

Jimin’s eyes furrow with confusion at your question. He gives you a brief glance.

“Because you went a little rougher than usual,” you explain, recalling how he had pulled your hair harshly as he railed you from behind. The ache between your legs becomes more evident due to the memory.

“Ah, well, a little,” he admits. “But I also just wanna make sure you’re taken care of. The aftercare is just as important as the sex.”

You smile and snuggle against his side more. “I liked it, Jimin. I would’ve used my safe word if I needed a break or if I wanted you to stop.”

Jimin nods as he exhales deeply. “I would hope so.”

You reach up to turn his face to you. “Believe me. I like it when you’re rough.”

Jimin’s lips begin to curl; it’s nothing flirty. He’s genuinely happy to have found someone who enjoys the same kinks. Even if it’s not a permanent situation. You were just a friend who was willing to explore things with him. Someone he could trust. Someone who wouldn’t be so judgmental.

“Good,” he replies. “Now, pick something quick so we can eat before it gets cold.”

You grin and snatch the remote from him. Jimin shakes his head when you select a show you’ve both seen twice. A third time’s a charm.

“What? You said pick.”

“Yeah, I know,” he grumbles halfheartedly.

You grab a bowl of ramen and a pair of chopsticks. Jimin follows your lead, eating his meal as the show begins to run its opening credits.

Normally, Jimin would make sure you’re okay, talk through what happened to ensure he knew what you had liked and didn’t and you’d learn the same about him. He would leave once he thought you were fine. Only rarely did he stay any longer.

Though you had to admit, it was nice hanging out with him without the benefits. Maybe you’ll suggest just hanging out next time with no strings attached. You didn’t want to stop having sex with him, but your time with Jimin has solely been about that. You miss when it was just innocent lazy Sundays.

“You done?” Jimin asks after a while. He’s gesturing to your empty bowl and waiting for your reply.

“Oh, yeah,” you answer and hold it out for him. He takes the dishes and quickly heads to the kitchen to place them in the sink. He rinses the bowls, then comes back, promising to clean them properly before he goes.

When Jimin returns, he wraps his arms around you and guides you both to lie down. He grabs the blanket on the back of the couch and covers you both.

You smile contently as you watch your show in Jimin’s arms. His embrace has always made you feel at ease. You can’t explain it, but he’s one of those people who gives great hugs—and consequently, great cuddles. Something about them just feels so loving.

“You feeling okay?” he asks out of the blue.

“A little sore, but overall, I’m great. What about you?” you wonder and glance back.

Jimin glances at your lips, then your eyes. He doesn’t kiss you unless you’re having sex. Though, right now you wish he’d kiss you anyway.

“I’m great too. Do you mind if I spend the night? I can stay on the couch?”

You turn back to the screen. “You can sleep in the bed. I don’t mind.”

“The couch is fine,” he insists, and you sigh silently.

“Okay,” you yield. It’s just easier.

Three episodes later, you’re still in Jimin’s hold. He’s fallen asleep, soft snores emitting behind you. You’re not strong enough to move him to your bed yourself, and you know he won’t go there willingly. Thus, you stay relaxed on the couch. It won’t be this comfortable soon since there’s not much room, but you don’t care. You rather not be alone.

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[rokhal]

GR/RE7 AU fanfic: Weird Fungus

Referencing this piece of meta explaining @wazzappp's amazing All-New Ghost Rider/Resident Evil fusion AU, here is a little fic about Robbie and Gabe settling in to their little off-grid house where the BSAA stashed them after they survived Dulvey, Louisiana, and developed a cleaning compulsion (Robbie) and a sudden desire to wander away where no one can find him physically, audibly, or psychically (Gabe).

To set the scene, imagine some well-meaning BSAA agent sends Robbie this thing in their regular food delivery.

“I appreciate the gesture,” Robbie said, keeping his voice level and his eyes facing the camera of his BSAA-issued laptop, “but please don’t send us any more legs.”

The agent on the other end frizzled out into pixels and cocked her head on a two-second delay. “Legs? Oh, the, uh.” She tapped on her screen. “Jam-on serano? It’s supposed to be really good with wine.”

“Jamón, ham, the leg. With the foot, and the bones and, uh.” Robbie swallowed as he recalled opening the weekly food delivery and finding the top half of the box occupied by a skinned, cured-and-dried, but still massive animal limb, the thin flesh just below the toes still printed with rope marks. He could see the seams between every muscle. He could see its kneecap. At the opposite end, he could see the severed end of its thigh bone. “M-my brother has sensory issues. He doesn’t eat meat anymore. I won’t eat it in front of him.”

The BSAA agent made a note. “We can accommodate special dietary needs if you let us know. Is there anything specific you would prefer?”

Robbie fought the urge to tear at his hair. “Um. Tomato soup? Like, regular tomato soup, not gazpacho? Macaroni noodles. Some kind of cheese that doesn’t get all stringy as soon as it cools down. Frijoles, you know, normal refried beans? He likes those but not the ones that come swimming in the weird broth. Um, fish is okay—as long as it doesn’t have heads or bones in it. Potatoes are good. Eggs are good.”

“There’s some stores near the military base that cater to Americans,” the agent offered, and Robbie died a little inside. “I’ll see if we can order through there. How about vegetables?”

“His garden is growing really good. We’re good for vegetables.”

“Wow.” Robbie wondered if he’d said something wrong as the agent made another note. “Very nice, I’m glad you two are settling in.”

Not much of an option, being on house-arrest, Robbie thought. “Thanks.”

“Are you excited to start classes?”

Robbie knew this script, a back-and-forth he’d muddled through with a half-dozen social workers back in LA. “Very much. I value my education and I will complete my assignments independently and on time.”

She chuckled. Robbie wondered if he’d said something wrong. “You know, this is the real world, not high school. You can ask for help if you need it. Have you picked a major yet?”

The BSAA hadn’t asked before enrolling Robbie in the University of Barcelona’s undergraduate correspondence program, anymore than they’d asked Gabe before signing him up for remote learning with the local equivalent to middle school. “Pick?” he asked hesitantly.

“I think you’ve still got a few weeks to think about it, and you can always change majors, but, yeah, you might want to contact their guidance department if you’re not sure what courses to sign up for.” Now it was Robbie’s turn to make a note. “Chris will be over today, you can try asking him.”

“Oh.” Mr. Redfield’s visits were always on short notice, but Robbie usually had more than a matter of hours to mentally prepare himself. “Uh. We also need more bleach, please.”

“You just got two liters last month,” the agent said. “You know it’s bad for the septic system?”

Robbie kept his face blank, open. “It’s for cleaning. I’m not pouring it in the drains.”

“You know you’re supposed to dilute it?” the agent pressed him.

“One to ten,” Robbie recited, realizing as he said it that he’d managed to use about five gallons of disinfectant in a single month. He may have a problem. “I’m keeping the kitchen clean. The counters and the refrigerator. And both bathrooms. The grout. Under the lid for the cistern. Door handles.”

“Okay, okay.” Robbie winced; two okays was never okay. “I’ll send you more bleach. And some gloves.”

“Thank-you.”

“You sleeping alright?”

Loaded question. Robbie’s eyes flicked involuntarily to the BSAA-issued Alexa perched on a high shelf in the kitchen. “I’m sleeping.”

“Bad dreams?” The agent’s image pixelated again before stabilizing, and Robbie took advantage of the brief signal disruption to press his face hard into both palms. He could control himself during the day but of course their bugs heard it when he woke up screaming.

“Yeah.”

“You want to talk about it?”

Robbie doubted she would take no for an answer and doubted his own ability to prevaricate. He shrugged. “Louisiana. Dinner table with Momm—Mrs. Baker, and her husband and Eveline.” That was an odd feature of his recurring nightmares: he identified Mr. and Mrs. Baker in his thoughts as Mommy and Daddy, and his fear of them was twisted together with familiarity, even gratitude. “They had my body chopped up in pots.”

The agent made a sympathetic noise. “They tried to eat you?”

“Could be worse,” Robbie said, shrugging again. At least the people they ate didn’t turn into fanged piles of black sludge and stagger around their decaying home for eternity. “I think I’m just…” He glanced around the study: empty, except for the big table and the bookshelf full of Spanish novels that had proved embarrassingly challenging. “I’m, like—in my dreams I’m looking down at myself in the pot and Mm-Mrs. Baker tells me to eat up. I mean. They didn’t have any real food.” He crossed his arms and dug his nails into his own elbows, fighting vertigo. “It was all rotten. No cans left. The animals were all dead.”

“You’re worried about what your brother went through,” the agent said, and Robbie straightened.

“No.” He held his breath, grasping for some plausible argument. They killed dogs that ate people, didn’t they? The BSAA’s hold on their lives now was absolute. “They only had him a few months. I, I mean. It’s my dreams. Making things up.”

“Any problems with your medication? You have the list of side effects to watch for?”

“No.” It was a daily BSAA-issued pill. The first day on his antifungal, Robbie threw up black mold into the toilet until he passed out and slept for ten hours. Better out than in, he’d figured. The next day, and every day since, had been fine. “I mean, no side effects. We’re okay.” A bird warbled and piped from outside, loud and close. Robbie hadn’t left any windows open overnight. He straightened and turned, just as he heard the side door click shut. “Gabe?”

“Should we cut this short?” the agent asked, helpful for once, and Robbie nodded.

“I appreciate it. It’s probably nothing.” He ended the call and checked the dining room, where Gabe often read or watched laggy videos on his own BSAA-issued laptop, and Gabe’s room, where a cornucopia of superhero collectibles spilled from the bed to the floor and a faint (illusory, had to be) scent of mildew lingered despite Robbie’s vigorous daily whole-house cleaning schedule. “Gabe?” He must be outside. Robbie tried to calm himself. Just because Gabe had left the house, didn’t mean he was going to wander over the hills and disappear for two days. Again.

He stepped over the threshold, out from the hundred-year-old walls of his new home and into the alien wilderness: hot sun and rocky hills, no sound but the wind in his ears and birds chattering in the spicy-sweet desert shrubs. He squinted downhill, to the south: shrubs, cliffs, the Mediterranean sea glittering up at him. He peered west: shrubs, hills, the distant remains of a shattered stone fort and the faintly visible danger signs surrounding a radioactive ghost town. He checked north: shrubs, gravel driveway that carved switchbacks over the hills until it disappeared over the horizon, still no Gabe. Assuming that it had been Gabe shutting the door behind him and not the wind, he’d only left the house a few minutes ago; he couldn’t have run out of Robbie’s sight that fast. He might be crouched down to examine some plant or insect, or he might be hiding. (It was still so strange to see Gabe doing these things: running, climbing, hiding. The goddamn study had never even suggested their treatment would do anything for Gabe’s physical limitations, just save his life. When he’d first found Gabe in the Baker house, strong and agile and trying his best to stab him to death, he’d thought Gabe was literally possessed by a demon. The little girl’s mental influence was gone; the abilities she’d given Gabe remained.) He circled around to the east side of the house, reassuring himself that he could always run back inside and climb out onto the roof to get a bird’s eye view (Gabe could just crouch down below some fragrant desert bush and almost disappear), and then all the air rushed out of his lungs with a strange little wheeze when he saw Gabe hunched over and kicking something in the garden.

“Hey, Bud.” Gabe hated being snuck up on after Louisiana, and honestly, so did Robbie. (Gabe could sneak up on him now.) Robbie picked his way through the sprawling jungle of the vegetable garden: beans twining up gnarled bushes and driftwood stakes, tomato vines heavy with fruit stretched out over the sandy ground between lush bunches of lettuce, mellow paprika peppers blazing like Christmas lights from leafy stems. Most of Gabe’s plants, he’d started by planting left-over stems and seeds from their weekly meal prep shipment directly into the dirt with a handful of rotting food-scraps, and they never failed to sprout with a few days of watering. Robbie found himself happy to eat these home-grown vegetables; watching Gabe mulch and water them as they unfurled their leaves and their flowers set into fruit made them more trustworthy, somehow, than the bitter green things sold chopped up in bags at the grocery store. If he’d known growing his own food was this easy, he’d have dug up a roadside strip back in Los Angeles years ago.

Normally there were bees buzzing around the pepper and tomato blossoms, but Gabe’s kicking had scared them off. Robbie approached slowly as Gabe grabbed his digging stick. He hated the tingle of fear down his spine. He had to concentrate to keep from grabbing the scar on his left forearm, reminding himself as he so often did that Gabe was a physically normal kid now. Normal kids could be violent. It didn’t mean anything was wrong. It didn’t mean this wasn’t Gabe.

Gabe side-stepped to hide what he’d been kicking from Robbie, shoving dirt over it with his well-worn stick. Robbie still saw a flash of something red, fleshy. He swallowed. “What is that?”

Gabe dropped his stick and rubbed his face in the crook of his elbow, breath hitching. Robbie stepped closer and saw that the red meaty object was not, to his profound relief, an animal. He wasn’t sure what it was: narrow, spongy, bruised and moist from Gabe’s shoe, with dark gray parts and a tapering red stripe on each of its wedge-shaped segments, looking like a dog’s mouth or one of those bizarre tropical flowers that only blooms every hundred years. “Weird fungus,” Gabe managed.

Robbie knelt down to look at it. He’d never seen a wild mushroom before; he didn’t expect them to be so big, or to be shaped like an open mouth. The colors were a bit like the red and white mushrooms in cartoons, though. “Is it poisonous?”

Gabe shook his head. “It helps the vegetables,” he choked out. “But, I. I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, I’m sorry you got nightmares. I didn’t mean to.”

Robbie covered his mouth. This was his fault; he hadn’t checked that Gabe was in his room before his call with the BSAA agent. He had to get it through his head that Gabe could move quickly and quietly now, that this was their normal. “I’m so sorry you heard that,” he said. That wouldn’t undo that Gabe had heard that. “Buddy. Gabe.” He reached up for a hug, and Gabe hesitated, staring at his left arm. “That’s just a dream. That’s just my brain trying to make sense of things that make me unhappy, and I’m unhappy about what the Bakers and, and Eveline did to you. Not anything you did. Okay?” Gabe sniffled and rubbed his face again, and Robbie kept his arms open, waiting. “I’m so proud of you for making it out of there. For surviving. I’ll never blame you for anything you had to do to survive.”

Gabe stared down at the stomped remains of the mushroom. “I’m not creepy?”

“No, never. You’re my little bro,” Robbie assured him, and Gabe sat down and flung himself against Robbie’s side. “Why’d you kill the mushroom?”

“Cause it gave you my nightmares,” Gave mumbled. He must mean, nightmares about me, an accurate deduction that would make Dr. DaCosta back home intensely proud of his social reasoning skills, except that Robbie had never seen this mushroom before. Robbie figured that before Gabe smashed it, it must have been nightmarish to look at, in a Hot Topic sort of way. “It’s creepy.”

“I think it looks cool,” Robbie remarked. Spain was full of cool things, now that he had the time and safety to sit back and contemplate them: bugs. Seaweed and weird critters that washed up on the beach. Flowers. Birds that sang—he’d thought their reputation for “singing” was an exaggeration, but it turned out that birds actually do sing. An infinite carpet of stars stretching out overhead, pinks and blues and yellows and so many tiny white lights that the black night might as well have been splashed with foam. And now, huge mushrooms that looked like toothy mouths. “You said it helps the garden, right? I’m not scared of mushrooms that aren’t poisonous.”

“Sure you’re not,” Gabe muttered.

“I’m not scared of mushrooms outside the house,” Robbie qualified. “Will the vegetables be okay?”

Gabe looked up and bit his lip. “Maybe. If I water more. They can’t use the seawater.”

“I’ll calculate how much we can spare from the cistern without running low,” Robbie offered. “We can take shorter showers.”

“I’ll just grow another one.” Gabe poked at the fragments of mushroom with his shoe.

“You can do that?” Robbie had heard that mushrooms were easy to grow with a kit, but he’d never seen it done. He felt a swell of pride at the gardening knowledge Gabe had absorbed from his tablet so quickly.

“It’s really easy,” Gabe said. “But. You gotta tell me if you get my dreams again. Okay?”

“Okay.” Robbie hugged him tighter. “I won’t take your dreams.”

“I don’t think you can do that.” A bee circled overhead and landed on a bean flower. They watched as it nudged its whole head inside the petals, wings and legs fluttering industriously.

[leftoverdinosaurbones]

Chapter 8: A Taste of Salvation

Series: F!Reader (Dark Urge), Spawn Astarion, Haarlep, Raphael - NSFW (minors DNI)

[Major Spoilers - Set post BG3]

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Here is the next chapter of the fanfic I've been working on!

You can start with Chapter 1 here on tumblr or read through everything here on Ao3.

Content Warning: This is just smut lol (AFAB reader with Astarion). More specifics: semi-public, unprotected vaginal sex, oral, fingering

Summary: You and Astarion have some... unfinished business to attend to.

Bits of plot at the beginning and end!

Chapter 8: A Taste of Salvation

You kept catching yourself staring at Wyll and Karlach, shocked that they were truly here, with you. After all this time. When you said goodbye to them on the docks after the fight against the netherbrain, you truly thought you’d never see them again. Seeing their faces, alive, outside of Avernus - it was simply a dream come true.

Wyll smiled up at Karlach as she gazed across the room, taking in all the sights and sounds of the Elfsong Tavern. She was buzzing, glowing, absolutely high on being back home. His eyes were soft and tender as he drank her in. She swayed gently back and forth, lulled by the music and hum of the crowd around them. Wyll traced his fingers up her arm, startling Karlach out of her reverie. She turned to look at him, startled. But quickly, she dropped her shoulders and brought her hand to Wyll’s face. She guided his face up close to hers, and they connected. At first, it was brief, chaste. But then Wyll grabbed a hold of her waist and pulled her into a deep kiss. A passionate kiss, one that had been teased between the two over countless battles in Avernus.

The moment suddenly felt too intimate for an audience. Your ears burned hot as your eyes, in a panic, darted around the room in a search for a distraction.

Cool, gentle fingers touched your chin, bringing you back. Astarion turned your face towards his, with a small smile.

“I believe we have a bit of unfinished business to attend to.”

“Hmm, is that right?” You murmured as his hand reached up to cup your cheek. Your knee turned to brush up against his leg, sending small currents through your skin. You moved your chair closer to his and sat on the very edge, bringing his leg in between yours. Your hands grabbed the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer to you as you buried your face into his neck.

Astarion brought his hands to your knees and started to slowly trace his fingers up to your hips, then dragged his nails back down to your knees again. You felt the goosebumps prick up on your skin, even through your clothes. You turned towards his neck and lightly ghosted a few kisses up from his collarbone to his jaw, occasionally grazing his skin with your teeth just to feel his body tense beneath you.

“Let’s give them some space.” Astarion stood, flashing you one of his devious half-smiles as he gave you his hand. You felt your heart flutter as he guided you smoothly out the front door and into the quiet, dark streets of Baldur’s Gate.

You walked in a rushed silence, the air between you thick with anticipation. You stole glances up to his face but he was stoic, looking straight forward and walking with determination.

Suddenly, Astarion stopped and pushed your body up against a nearby building. His knee pressed up and between your legs as his hip pinned you in place. One hand gathered your wrists above your head while the other greedily groped your body. He kissed you with recklessness abandon, clashing against your lips and pushing his tongue into your mouth. His hand makes its way up under your shirt, up to pinch your nipple before dragging his nails back down your stomach.

“Astarion!” You breathed as he broke the kiss. "Here, in the middle of the street?” Out of the corner of your eye, you watched a few people start to walk down this street before noticing you and turning the other direction. Your face flushed.

Without saying a word, Astarion released your wrists and pulled away from you. He continued to walk quickly and deliberately down the street towards your home.

Astarion started to slow down as you neared your home, taking a new direction. Your eyes spied the small wooded area only a moment before he pulled you into the cover of the trees. Finally, he stopped to hold you against a large oak tree, his body caging your own. You felt the weight of him against each part of you, yet it still wasn’t enough.

He pressed his lips across your jaw, slowly down your neck, stopping to tease and nip gently at the spot where he drinks from you. You wanted him to bite you nearly as much as you wanted him to fill you, to fuck you senseless. Your hips tried to press up towards him in vain as his body trapped you firmly against the tree.

He released his grip on your wrists to lift up the front of your shirt, exposing yourself to him. He pressed his lips into the delicate skin of your breast, breathing in deeply before leaving painfully light kisses as your body ached for more. Your hands found rough purchase in the soft hair on the back of his hand, weaving your fingers into the strands and willing him to take you, harder.

“Oh no, my love,” he sighed into your stomach as his fingers continued to trace slowly down your waist. “I’ve been waiting far too long for this. I’m going to take my time. I’m going to take what I need.”

You threw your head back, pressing into the solid oak behind you. Gods, you needed him. It had only been a few days without him inside you, but you ached for him like it had been an eternity.

His fingers danced along your waistband for just a moment before he pulled down your pants. You stepped out of your shoes and your pants quickly, kicking them aside.

Astarion laughed softly to himself, bringing his lips to press a kiss to the top of your mound. You tried again to shift your hips, to change the angle and get any sort of friction where you needed it, but Astarion clamped an arm across your hips and locked you in place. With his free hand, he swiped between your legs.

“I love to see how wet you get from just me touching you. To feel how much you want me,” he purred. He dragged his finger along the laced edge of your panties as you desperately writhed under his firm grip. He slipped a finger along your folds, teasing your clit for just a moment, and then pulled it away.

He hooked a finger over the fabric and pulled them down and off your body. He brought your leg over his shoulder and held it in place with his arm as his hand pressed against your stomach. His lips left tender kisses up your inner thighs, his teeth grazing and nipping at your delicate skin.

Astarion smiled up at you from between your legs as he brought his fingers to your clit. He started with painstakingly slow circles, keeping his eyes on you as he gradually picked up the pace. Your body was on fire, alight with pleasure that rippled through you to your core.

His fingers moved down, replaced swiftly with his tongue. He pressed his face into you as his practiced mouth worshiped your clit. Your back arched, feeling the rough bark of the oak tree bite into your shoulder blades. He slipped his long fingers inside you with languorous thrusts, paying no mind to the torment he was putting your body through.

You couldn’t breathe anymore - or had you just forgotten how?

“More, please…” you begged, softly, barely able to produce the words. He lifted his face up to look at you, his lip glistening with your arousal.

“What do you want? You have to tell me.” Astarion teased.

You let out a soft whine, feeling flushed and embarrassed by how quickly you’ve come undone.

“Take me,” you exhaled. “Fuck me, make me yours.”

He smiled, eyes dark and hungry. He stood up, placing a hand on your back and your ass to lay you down on the ground. He closed in on your space, hooking his leg against yours and pushing it up, spreading you open for him effortlessly. His arms held firm on either side of your face, his body caging you against him. His lips met yours as your fingers grasped at the hem of his shirt, clumsily trying to pull it off. You needed to feel his skin against yours, to press into one another.

Astarion pulled away from your kiss to remove his shirt. He paused for only a brief moment to gaze down at you, sprawled out and so needy for him. Then, he was pressed up against your body, hips rocking into yours as he nipped at your ear, trailing his lips down your neck.

You lifted your chin towards him, opening up your neck further for his exploration. His teeth trailed along the delicate skin, teasing once again where he often feeds from you. Your skin burned with anticipation, your hips driving towards him. You wanted him to bite you, to claim you, to let everyone know that you are his and only his.

His grip twisted in your hair, pulling your head hard to the side to expose your neck. He bit down, hard, and drank from you as your eyes rolled back. You wrapped your legs around his waist and clawed your fingers down his back, in a desperate attempt to get closer to him.

Golden spots started to cloud your vision and your limbs started to fall lax as he pulled deeper from you. Astarion broke away, breathing deep, licking the remaining drops of blood from his lips.

He separated from you again to remove his pants as you floated back down from the rush of his bite. Seeing him laid bare, nearly glowing in the full moonlight in between your legs brought a hunger back within you. He gave you a little half-smile as he took his cock in hand, stroking it to your image.

He let out a low laugh at the desperate sight of you - your face pained by the space between you and your cunt dripping with need. He was excited by how much you wanted him. How badly you still wanted him, even after all this time.

He spread you open as he rubbed the tip of his cock around your entrance, a vicious tease. He gathered up your wetness before rubbing it against your clit, ripping a moan out of both of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist to try to push him inside but he remained firm, teasing all around but not fucking you.

“Please…” you begged again, stretching out your hands towards him. Your core twisted in apprehension and deep desire.

He paused, the head of his cock pressed against your entrance with his hand clasped firmly on your hips, locking you in place.

“Who do you belong to?” He demanded, his voice low and rough. Behind his words, hints of jealousy ring through, the pains of the past days a haunting reminder for both of you.

You take his face in your hands, looking him in the eyes.

“You, Astarion. I am yours. Completely.”

He gripped your hips, nails digging into your skin as he thrust deep inside you. You cried out, forgetting how close you were to the street as he drove himself into you with abandon. The pain of him splitting you open and stretching you out twisted to pleasure as your arousal coated his cock.

“Fuck… I… please, Astarion…” You begged for nothing and everything at the same time as your nails found purchase in his back, clawing his skin.

Astarion needed to have more of you, to take as much as he could. He hooked your knee up into the crook of his arm, slowly raising it to his shoulder so he could thrust deeper into you.

His cock filled you completely, hips slamming into your body in a greedy, starved rhythm. The merciless use of your body had you clench tightly around him, pleasure coiling tightly in your core.

You felt your orgasm building within you, rising up like an unstoppable wave threatening to crash at any moment.

Astarion felt it too. He brought his hand between you to rub circles on your clit in an effort to bring you to your climax along with you. Sparks rippled throughout your body as you arched your back to help meet his every thrust. You bit your lip, hard, to stop yourself from crying out in a twisted sense of pain and pleasure. Astarion clashed his lips against yours, capturing the blood that bloomed beneath your teeth.

Your body writhed with pleasure that burst from your core. Your cunt pulsed and clenched tightly around Astarion’s cock as he tumbled over the edge with you. His hands gripped tightly on your hips, locking you in place as he pumped into you, filling you with his cum. He pressed his forehead against yours, panting.

Eventually, he pulled himself out of you - though you wish you could have stayed there forever, tangled up with each other. He rolled to lay at your side, and you nestled into the crook of his arm. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you both looked up at the stars. You laced your fingers with his across his chest.

“Thank you,” he whispered against the top of your head.

“Hmm? For what?”

“For being here. For being with me. For accepting and loving me, even after everything. I would do anything for you - give up anything for you. I hope you know that.”

***

You greeted the next day slowly, lazily, without a care in the world. You saved your friends from Avernus, and you were happy. So, so happy. You deserved a break - and hopefully a repeat performance of last night.

Eyes still closed, you stretched your arms above your head and let out a gratuitous yawn. You didn’t want to open your eyes and end the most perfect night you’ve had in such a long time.

Wait.

This doesn’t smell like home. This smells like something else.

You press your fists tighter against your eyes, sending flashes of color against your lids. You refuse to let this reality sink in.

You know this smell.

Fire, sulfur, and cherries.

[playingdxngerous]

"Take it off"

based loosely off of “Dress” by Taylor Swift

first fanfic be nice to me <3 18+ minors dni

Warnings: heavy smut, some angst, oral f!receiving, language, penetration (very little)

Word Count: 1186

“I’m so glad you actually came," you say to Jake as he walks through the front door of your apartment.

"I always do love," he replies, making you remember the spare key you gave him for nights like this. You've never actually dated, only hooked up when desperate.

"You're all dressed up," he says, motioning to the tight dress you're wearing.

"Yeah, went on a little date tonight."

"You what." He demands.

"A date, why are you so mad about it?"

"How about you tell me why you're being so bratty right now?" Just like that he ignores your question. Usually you wouldn't mind, but his legitimate anger towards you dating people worries you. Why does he care so much all of a sudden?

"You wore that on a date with someone?"

"Is there a problem with that?" You smirk.

"Yeah, there is a problem actually. You know you only dress like that for me."

"Who says my body is all yours?"

"Are we just going to act like you weren't screaming my name two nights ago? Saying that I can do whatever I want?" He almost shouts. You've never seen him so defensive.

"Whatever. The date sucked anyway; in case you were wondering."

"I don't give a shit how it went," he says, walking closer to you, "I don't want to imagine what he was thinking about doing to you in this outfit."

"What's your deal with how I dress? You know I bought it just for you to take it off eventually." With that sentence you can see him grow hard through his tight jeans.

He grabs your chin and forces eye contact between the two of you, "And I'll do it better than he ever could."

"Prove it to me then. Fuck me, Jake."

His lips gravitate towards yours, licking your bottom one before he slides his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues dance together, teeth hitting as he gets more aggressive each second.

"Someone's jealous," you say centimeters away from his lips as you pull away.

"Keep kissing me like a good girl," he roughly grabs your waist and pulls you in. You kiss for a second and pull away, grabbing his hand and leading him to your bed. You scoot back and raise your knees, your dress falling down enough to show the wetness in your underwear. "So wet for me baby," Jake whimpers. You knew he couldn't be mean for that long.

"Do something about it," you say, running your fingers over your wet slit. He scoots closer to you and trails kisses from your thighs to your ankles, taking off your heels. He moves back up, biting the lining of your underwear, slowly dragging it down with the help of your hands. He licks a long strip, gently tasting you.

"Mmm..." he moans into your clit as he starts to suck. Relief from your bad date flows out with each breath. He grabs onto your thighs, going harder and harder. You wrap your legs around his shoulders, wanting him as close as possible. He licks you everywhere as if he were starving for the taste of you. You feel his tongue flutter back and forth over your clit. He often moves down, sliding his tongue in and out of you.

"Jake..." You let out. He squeezes your thighs harder. You grab his brunette locks, the bottom of them lightly covered in sweat.

"Jake please... I need... Fuck Jake please..." His name becomes prayer as you worship the ways of his mouth.

"Full sentences sweetheart," he licks shortly up your neck, sucking a hickey onto you.

"Fuck me please," you finally breathe out. He clicks his tongue in a way that almost sends you over the edge.

"So needy for me, are we? What about that date you went on? Did you beg him to fuck you too? Did you?" This side of Jake is back once again, and you're honestly not mad about it. It's hot seeing him so mad and jealous.

"He will never be as good as you Jake. I want you. Only you. Please."

"Good girl. Now take it off."

"What?" It takes a few minutes before it clicks in your head. The dress.

"Take it off." You slide the straps down, revealing your braless chest. He watches you as you squirm out of it, your body completely open and vulnerable to him.

"How is it fair if you are wearing clothes and I'm not?" You ask playfully. He takes his shirt off and you hide your excitement.

"Pants?" You say with a smile.

"Do you deserve it, my pretty girl?"

"Yes sir," you tease.

The metal of his belt clangs together as he undoes it quickly. He slides his jeans off, his erection becoming the only visible thing in the room. Moments later he's watching himself slide inside you gently, a breath escaping his wet lips. He slowly speeds up, giving you time to adjust to his size.

"Fuck!" You yell as the beginning of your orgasm wrestles the feeling in your stomach. "I'm going to cum oh my god. Harder baby."

"Not yet pretty girl. We just started." He pulls out and begins to kiss you again. This time is softer than the last, a hint of love intertwining each movement.

"Please Jake I was so close," you beg.

"Maybe this will teach you a lesson."

"Fuck you." You moan.

"You know you like it." Although you would never admit it, he's right. You love seeing his face as you beg for him. You love teasing him. You love making him jealous.

He gives you one last peck as his leans back down to your pussy and begins to lick slower than ever. You grind your hips along his face. His tongue glides along your wetness, making a mess of his spit. Your orgasm begins to rise once more.

"Fuck fuck fuck," You swear quietly. Going against his rules, you allow yourself to cum on his face.

"Too desperate to hold for a few more seconds huh? Bet you wouldn't be like this on your sweet little date from earlier."

"Don't tell me you're still on this," you groan, "I want you. You know I want you."

"I know," he smirks. "I just enjoy seeing you a pathetic little mess."

"You're such an asshole, Kiszka." You pin him down under you, your hands holding his wrists.

"Not my fault you wore that dress."

"You're never going to let that down will you?" You laugh.

"Never."

You kiss longingly, a unique emotion filling the silence.

"Thank you." You say after some thought.

"What?"

"You made my night better. I'm glad I ditched that asshole and called you. My one and only, my lifeline."

He pulls you in to a hug and kisses your forehead.

"Hookups aren't supposed to end like this, I'm sorry." You say as you bury your head into his bare shoulder.

"Shh we can let it end however we want." He squeezes you harder. "As long as you save that dress for me and me only."

"Mhm, whatever you want." You laugh.

[fandomnsfw]

Pain Makes You Human - Peter Hale x Reader

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Prompt: Requested by ANON

Warning: mentions of self harm, a bit of angst and self loathing ALSO SMUT because you guys wants me to take cold showers everyday...even in winter 😂

Thank you to my lovely Beta as always! @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!!

******

Being a teacher is the only thing you ever wanted to do. Even when you had a rough patch in your teens and ended up homeless, it was still your dream. So when you came to Beacon Hills, after finally getting your teaching degree, you couldn’t have been more ecstatic... Except you soon found out why there were so many openings to jobs in this town.     

Being startled by a giant beast that oozes black smoke can seriously make a person question their life choices. According to a few rumours, this wasn’t the first strange thing that had happened. However, as a teacher for some reason, your only concern was that a bunch of kids seemed to be at the centre of all of it.    

Soon enough you’d manage to find yourself in the pack, as their favourite go-to teacher when they need to leave for a supernatural crisis. You soon became quite close to everyone, even Stiles. Who quite naturally didn’t trust you at all when you came to town.    

However, after La Bête you and he were quite close. A lot like a brother and sister but that didn’t stop the boy sending you flirty comments as a joke.     

“Come on, Y/N, you know you love me!” Stiles whined as he wrapped his arms around your waist and started to sway you back and forth.     

“Mieczyslaw Stilinski, I suggest you get your hands off Y/N before I shoved this spatula up your god damn ass.” Derek snapped as he pointed the spatula directly at Stiles.     

“Aww, don’t be jealous, Der Bear! I love you more!” Stiles chuckled sarcastically as he pranced over to Derek. You let out a snort before continuing to get out a bowl for your cereal.     

It was pack night the previous night so you were all cramped in Derek’s loft, that didn’t seem to bother anyone. It was now Monday and everyone was rushing to get ready. You usually drove Scott or Stiles to school depending on if Stiles bring his jeep.     

“Oh, have you two finally got your act together?” Peter chuckled as he strolled into the kitchen with a smirk.    

You let out a sigh before shaking your head at him letting him know the two were just flirting and nothing more. He rolled his eyes before pressing a kiss to your temple which caused you to smile down at your cereal.     

“Dad, can you please not kiss in front of me. It’s gross.” Malia groaned as she walked into the room with a disgusted face.     

“Malia, it was hardly explicit. I kissed my lover on the head it’s hardly anything to cringe about.” Peter sighed his fatherly tone shining through.     

“Ew. Don’t say the word 'lover' either. What century do you live in?” Malia gagged as Stiles laughed into Derek back.     

“I quite like the fact your father calls me lover. It feels more mature and intimate.” You snorted playfully earning a chuckle from Scott who was dragging a very sleepy Liam and Mason behind him.     

“Lover is a term a lot of older wolfs use.” Derek laughed as Stiles pulled away to look at him with wide eyes. Suddenly every wolf in the room sniffed the room and started groaning minus Peter who looked a little smug whereas Derek just looked shocked.     

“Oh, come on, can we at least try and pretend we didn’t just smell that!” Stiles huffed his cheeks flushing softly.     

“Did you just pop a boner from Derek saying the word lover?” You laughed as you placed your now empty bowl in the sink.     

“Oh, come on! Am I that obvious!?” Stiles huffed before pouring some coffee into a flask and storming out of the loft with a pout.     

*****    

You watched as the seniors poured into your class. Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Malia were already sat down which made you laugh because every teacher in the school never understood why they came early to your class, that is +until you carefully explained that you were close to the Sheriff and were also dating the uncle of Stiles’ boyfriend. Though Stiles didn’t know that you’d told the teachers that.     

You slipped your cardigan off before making your way to your desk. Before you could open your mouth a student spoke up causing you to groan.     

“Yes, Luke?” You huffed, your hands coming to rest on your hips as you impatiently waited for his question.     

“Teach, either your seriously one kinky bitch or you need to join the emo clique because those are beyond gross.” He snorted as he stared at your arms.     

Before you could retaliate or even think about his words, Stiles was out his seat and throwing Luke against a wall, holding him there by his throat. You ran over to the pair careful not to trip over in your heels before hitting Stiles’ back. Scott was out his seat and holding you back in seconds.     

“Stiles, let him go!” You snapped as you tried to struggle against Scott’s grip.     

“If you EVER talk to her like that again I will find you and I will beat you so bad you’ll be begging for death! Do you understand!?” Stiles screamed, the deepness of his voice shocking a few of the other classmates.     

“Why, did I upset your little girlfriend?” Stiles laughed at the boy’s response before looking into the boy's eyes, so coldly it sent visible shivers down his spine.     

“I SAID! Do. YOU. Understand?” Stiles growled causing the boy's eyes to widen.     

“Y-Yes!” Luke stuttered softly before Stiles finally let him go. You looked at Stiles as he turned around ignoring the boy who was now sitting on the floor catching his breath.     

“If a little brother can’t protect his sister what kind of man would I be?” Stiles laughed before ruffling your hair gently.     

“I-Idiot. I’m gonna have to give you detention now…” You sniffled as you wiped away the tears that had fallen.     

****    

You sat in your car outside of your apartment, staring down at the scars with hatred. You wished they were gone. You hated that you always had to hide your arms like some sort of innocent girl who goes to an all-girls Catholic school.     

Luke’s words kept running through your head. Despite the fact that his words were childish, they still hit a nerve within you. Peter knew and had seen your scars but he had always told you to never cover them because it was a reminder that I was stronger than some. That I had gotten through something most people couldn’t even dream of. However, that didn’t stop your tears that began falling down your face.     

You weren’t sure how long you sat there crying but when someone opened the door and you got hit with the scent of Peter’s favourite cologne. You knew you had to of been sat there for at least an hour.     

“Woah, baby, what’s the matter?” Peter asked softly as he picked you up and locked your car.     

“N-Nothing.” You sobbed as you clung to him tightly.     

“Sweetheart, you finished school over an hour ago and you look like you haven’t moved in at least that long. Your make up is all over your face and most of all you’re crying.” Peter sighed sadly as he carried you into your apartment with ease.     

“Oh, j-just another thing that makes me l-look gross.” You cried out as you wiped at your face furiously.     

“Who the hell said you were gross!?” Peter asked angrily, his eyes flashing blue as he stared down at you.     

“N-No one.” You knew even if he wasn’t supernatural he’d know that was a lie but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.     

“I’m calling Stiles.” Peter huffed angrily.     

You shot out your seat and tried to grab his phone but he held you back as gently as he could. The phone rang twice before Stiles picked up, his voice calm as if he knew why Peter was calling. Peter glanced at you as he asked what happened today.     

‘A student said something about her scars.’ Stiles answered sadly.    

“What did they say?!” Peter growled viciously.     

‘That she must either be a kinky bitch or belonged in the emo clique because her scars were gross.’ Stile huffed his anger matching Peter’s     

“What’s his name?” Peter snarled    

‘I handled it, don’t worry.’ Stiles replied calmly.     

“Thank you, Stiles.” Peter muttered in a soft tone that he only ever reserved for you before hanging up.     

He turned to you with a frown before picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. His body was warm and inviting as usual, but for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to relax into it. You felt like you didn't deserve it.    

He placed you on the counter next to the sink before walking to the bathtub and turning the taps on. He was quiet which wasn't alarming because as much as Peter was sarcastic he enjoyed the quiet.    

He put one of the many lush bath bombs he’d bought you into the water before turning to the small makeup area you had on the opposite side of the sink.    

He picked up the packet of makeup removal wipes and moved back towards you, whilst taking one out. He reached towards your makeup smeared face and began wiping away the evidence of your minor break down.    

After another wipe was used your face was clear if makeup and the bath was done running. He stripped off the rest of your clothes along with his before picking you up and placing you in the bath.    

You moved forward silently so he could get in behind you. Once he was sat down he gathered up your hair and tied it into a messy bun so it wouldn’t get wet. It was amazing how he knew your daily routine. How he knew you didn’t wash your hair every day or how you used makeup removal wipes to remove your makeup but you still washed your face.    

He was beyond the perfect partner which is why you knew now that you were settled into the bath a conversation was about to happen. Whether you liked it or not.   

“You know your scars are not ‘gross’ right?” Peter muttered against your shoulder before pressing a soft kiss against your skin.    

‘No, I don’t know that.’ You thought bitterly.   

“Y-Yeah.” You lied despite knowing lying to a werewolf was useless.    

“Why don’t we try that again?” Peter sighed sadly as he picked up your exfoliating gloves. Usually, you would’ve laughed at the sight of the great Peter Hale wearing baby pink exfoliating gloves but right now you couldn’t bring yourself to laugh.   

“You are not gross. Your scars are not gross. Nothing about you is gross.” Peter muttered as he rubbed your usual body wash into the gloves.    

He began rubbing the gloves over your body with just the right amount of pressure so it didn’t hurt, yet still left a slight tingling feeling on your skin. After finishing your arms he moved onto your back when finally he spoke up again.    

“I will tell you again. Your scars are proof  that you are a survivor.” He muttered as he continued scrubbing your back.    

“They’re self-inflicted.” You hissed bitterly causing him to stop all movements.    

“That means nothing to me.” He scolded before continuing his circular motions.    

“What do werewolves do to regain control if they can’t anchor it?” Peter asked gently.    

“T-That depends o-”   

“What do they do, Y/N?” Peter interrupted his tone leaving no room for avoidance.    

“T-They hurt themselves…” You muttered quietly.    

“Pain makes you human. Self-harm is different for everyone. Some do it for release, others for it to ground them. But…” Peter muttered as he began scrubbing your chest with slightly lighter circles this time.    

“…Everyone deals with things differently self-harm involved or not.” He sighed quietly as he started on your legs.   

“Some go insane and kill their niece to enact vengeance.” Peter.   

“Some bury it until they become sour and hateful towards everyone.” Derek.   

“And others lean on friends and move on in a healthy way.” Scott.   

By the time he’d made his point your whole body had been washed leaving you clean and feeling slightly better about the day’s events. You knew this conversation wasn’t over by a long shot but at least now you felt willing to listen.   

After Peter washed himself with his own sponge he rinsed you both off and picked you up to help you out the bath. Once he set you on your feet you wobbled a little before righting yourself. He walked towards your makeup area and picked up your toner and moisturizer before moving back to you once again.    

He used a cotton pad to apply the toner gently all over your face. You almost laughed at how sweetly domestic the scene was but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to just yet, instead you settled for a sad smile as he waited for the toner to dry.    

Once he finished putting your moisturizer on, he dried you off then wrapped the towel around you. You followed him to the bedroom silently waiting for his next words but as you came to a stop in front of him, words were clearly not how he was going to proceed.    

You let you towel fall as he picked you up and placed you on the end of the bed carefully, before kneeling down in front of you and proceeding to kiss up your smooth legs.    

His movements were slow and loving causing your breath to stutter. Your eyes never left his, until he finally reached the scars on your thighs which evidently made you avert your eyes.   

Most people didn't know about the scars on your thighs. Mostly because after a 'conversation' with your parents about how they'd force you to get help if they saw anymore, you'd decided to switch to a less noticeable place.   

When his lips finally pressed against your scars your breathing stop for a second before you finally forced yourself to look. When your eyes looked down Peter's were staring straight back at you with so much love and affection it almost made you whimper.   

As he continued kissing up your body you let out a soft moan. He skipped past your core which usually would be a form of playful torment. However, right now, you knew this wasn't about pleasure. It was about reassurance that no matter what, this man would love you.   

As he moved to your arms his eyes flicked back to yours making sure your eyes had not once again averted. When he was happy they hadn't he continued placing soft wet kisses against the scars.   

You finally released the breathless whimper you'd been holding back causing Peter’s eyes to search your face for any signs of sadness. You knew he could use his wolf senses to tell how you were feeling but he didn't like intruding on your personal emotions.    

As he kissed you shoulder you finally gave in and cupped his face gently before pressing a soft chaste kiss on his lips. His lips were soft yet slightly swollen from all the kisses but you didn't care.   

When you pulled away your eyes searched his to see if any pity was reflected but all you saw was determination, love and the slightest bit of lust.    

“You are beautiful inside and out. And I would not change one thing about you.” He whispered against your lips.   

Your E/C eyes teared up as they stared into the ocean blue ones that were your lover’s. This was the man who had his entire family ripped away from him. The man that went insane and came back from the dead.   

But most of all...   

This was the man you loved.   

“Make love to me.” You whispered brokenly. He gave you a small nod before standing up and moving you further onto the bed. You laid down opening your arms and separating your legs so he could situate between them.   

Once he was within reach you wrapped your arms around him tightly. He leant down at the same time pressing his lips to yours in a slow yet passionate kiss.    

He licked along your bottom lip before pushing his tongue past your lips and twisting it with yours. Unlike most of your kisses this one wasn’t a fight for dominance it was a fight for understanding. His hands caressed your body so desperately yet tenderly it was like it was the last thing he'd ever do. You were panting against his lips as he pulled away slightly, his eyes boring into yours.    

His hand made it to your sex which you knew despite the lack of your usual heavy foreplay was dripping wet. He brushed his middle finger down the centre of it causing you to gasp and him to groan in satisfaction at the wetness he felt.   

When he pushed two fingers into you, you couldn't help the filthy moan that escaped your lips. As his finger began thrusting in and out of your heat.    

The steady string of moans leaving your mouth was causing Peter’s breathing to deepen as he kept his steady pace. He scissored his fingers inside of you gently stretching you out.    

After a few minutes, he pulled out his fingers and slid three in this time. You clung to his shoulders your light pink nails digging into his back as you attempted to ground yourself. When you couldn't take it anymore you clenched around him letting him know you were close. He pulled his fingers out earning himself a whimper from you.   

“Please, Peter...I-I need you inside me.” You pleaded desperately as he let you catch your breath.    

“Okay, my love.” He replied, his voice tender as he caressed your cheek with his other hand.   

He lined himself up with your entrance before giving you a careful look. His eyes stared into your as he pushed inside of you slowly.   

In your younger years before you met Peter, you always found staring into your partner's eyes awkward and uncomfortable but after you fell in love with Peter that changed. Yet suddenly it was no longer awkward but a way to convey your love for the other person. It made you feel closer to Peter than you had anyone in your entire life. And to you that meant something.    

“Peter..” You moaned as your back arched causing your breasts to push against his chest.   

“I've got you, baby.” He whispered as he started moving in and out of your tight heat. His thrusts calculated and slow as his forearm supported his weight next to the right side of your head, his hand entangled in your hair as the other cupped your face gently.   

Every thrust he made had you panting a moaning against his lips. His hot breathe mingling with yours as he finally started letting out husky groans of pleasure.    

Every sound of ecstasy he made only served to push you closer to the edge. Your body pressed so close to his as you cling to him for dear life.   

“P-Peter... ‘M close.” You stuttered against his lips.   

“Me t-too, my love.” He groaned as his eyes flashed blue and his thrust became uncalculated.    

He moved the hand from your cheek between you and proceeded to press a finger to your clit. He barely circled the bundle of nerves twice before you were moaning out his name in release. He thrust a few more times as you clenched around him before he poured his seed inside you. Your name slipping past his lips as he came.   

After a minute he pulled out and moved to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and a hairbrush which caused you to chuckle softly, your voice still wrecked from all the moaning. He wiped you down before sitting you up and untying you hair. He brushed through the waves before sitting behind you and concentrating on braiding your hair so it would be wavy for tomorrow as well.   

Once he was done, he pulled you both under the covers able you lay on his chest.    

“I love you.” You mumbled against his right peck before pressing a soft kiss there.   

“I love you too, Y/N.”